#for a while i’m just. this is okay. everything is fine. and then BAM

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

fiona gallagher // "i bet on losing dogs" by mistki

[tiredfox64]

Hello, good afternoon, it's my first time doing this XD could you make a gn!lector x trio lin kuei? the brothers showing affection to the reader in their different love languages

Love is Many Things

Prior notes: I did headcanon type of way cause that was just simpler for me to do :P. Hope this is okay for you!

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: None now stop contacting me about financial aid!

Bi-Han

Hear me out ladies, gents, and non binaries.

Physical affection!

If he loves you he will be touchy and you better be touchy as well.

He is a touch starved fella you need to at least hold his face.

He will hold you but that is also out of possession.

Sit on his lap, go ahead, don’t be shy.

Fine he’ll drag you on. Don’t tell him you are too heavy he doesn’t want to hear it.

Hugging you from behind while he rest his head on your shoulders, classic move.

He pinches. Yeah…what do you mean what do I mean?

If there is any part of you that is squishy (cheeks, thigh, arm) he pinches it but not on purpose. It’s in the manner like a grandma coming to squeeze your face but she does it too harshly.

Cuddles in bed, no you may not leave. Unless you are bleeding or need to use the bathroom then you can leave.

If he is holding your hand he will start to lightly rub his thumb over your hand.

He’s a man of action not words so take his lovin in physical form.

Kuai Liang

Words of affirmation!

I have a feeling sometimes he is poetic with his words.

Whispers in your ear as you fall asleep. Tell you how fantastic you are and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

“Death can never separate us. You are mine and I am yours. We are eternally together. It is our destiny.”

If he is far from you he will send letters.

I just know he has decent cursive. Not good just decent.

Compliments you on everything.

He will always find a way to compliment your looks. It could be something simple like your hair is glorious to your eyebrows are well kept.

If you have any skills he will compliment that to.

He encourages anything and everything you do. Go into a hobby that may seem strange to him but if it makes you happy go right ahead.

He is always willing to talk to you whether it be an issue in the relationship or just something you want to say that seems important.

Communication is key he makes that a big point. Tell him if there is anything wrong. He will tell you if something is wrong.

You will have a personalized nickname that fits you. You feisty? Fire lily! You happy? Sunflower! You angry? Ember! He will always add ‘his’ before it.

Tomas

Gift Giving!

We don’t know where he gets the money to purchase everything for you, he might be stealing.

It starts off simple with giving you a smooth rock like a penguin does.

It elevates to bouquets, crystals, food, etc.

The max is when he is buying you everything you love or even take a glance at.

Oh so you like Hello Kitty? BAM! Hawaiian Hello Kitty plushie the size of your bed. A Lego fan huh? BOOM! Millennium falcon set.

It’s easier to accept it because if you don’t he gives you that sad face that crushes your soul.

He will bring you something back from whatever mission he is on. Again that could be a smooth stone or a vintage watch. Whatever he can scavenge for.

He always has this wide grin on his face when he hands you a gift or when he tries to hide it behind his back.

Sorry not sorry you’re gaining relationship weight because he keeps buying you food.

He likes buying you clothes. Some of his choice seems to be more for him than you wink wink nudge nudge.

He’ll be asking you nonstop if you need something so he can buy it for you.

“I saw it and thought of you.” That’s the best thing to hear.

All of em

I’m not done yet.

Ooo someone stop me I never stop with having all of them.

As a combined effort they do acts of service.

Of course they are going to protect their precious partner. If someone even scratched you they would be in a ditch.

Heaven forbid you get sick, they gonna take care of you in every way they can. You need some Vic’s vaporub?

You tired after the long day? Let them draw you a bath and get you some nice clothes before putting you to bed.

They’ll cook for you. Well, Kuai Liang and Tomas will. Bi-Han got agitated one time cause he burned his finger on the handle and ended up throwing the pan out the window. Never again.

Surprise dates! Yippie!

Sigh I’m involving children again.

They are all helping out with the kids. It’s okay to take a shower they will watch over them.

I’m counting a group cuddle as an act of service. It would be service to me.

After notes: I think I might post my oc real soon. I know I’ve done it before and I end up deleting it but I’ll try to keep it up next time. Now I need to shower. Adiós!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Babe, you have an amazing brain, love everything going on in there-”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “-but we need a LITTLE bit of organization or we’re NEVER gonna remember what great ideas you had five minutes ago.”

Charlie: “Wait, what great idea did I have five minutes ago???”

Vaggie: “I don’t know. You scribbled it on a napkin and there’s like, five hundred of those scattered around our room.”

Charlie: “Aw shoot.”

Vaggie: “Some of them are folded in the shape of swans?"

Charlie: "Nnnoooo I've been trying so hard not to DO that so much!!!"

Vaggie: "It’s, pretty impressive honestly.”

Charlie: (huffs) “Okay. Fine. Maaaybe you’re right. Maybe I might have a slight, uh, organizing thoughts problem.”

Vaggie: “No worries sweetie, I have a solution.”

Vaggie: (dramatically steps aside) “BAM!”

Charlie: “OH OH VAGGIE! YOU GOT ME METAL BOXES~!”

Vaggie: “They’re filing cabinets.”

Charlie: “OHHHHH!!!”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “How… how do we activate the filing cabinets?”

Vaggie: “You put your ideas in folders, label the tabs on the folders, put them in a drawer, and label each drawer. Then when you’re looking for something you just open the drawer and-”

Charlie: “Bam?”

Vaggie: “Bam. There it is. The brilliant ideas of Charlie Morningstar.”

Charlie: “As organized by Vaggie, her amazing wonderful super smart and beautiful girlfriend!!!!!”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “I don’t think looking good has anything to do with organizing…”

Charlie: “Hmm, you still are though, miss good looking. Annnnnd it DOES have a lot to do with what I’m thinking about right now.”

Vaggie: “What’re you thinking, Charlie?”

Charlie: (grins)

Vaggie: “…really? Right here, in front of our new cabinets?”

Charlie: “Heheh. I like it when stuff is ‘ours’~”

Vaggie: “Why do I get the feeling the first recorded thoughts of Charlie Morningstar are gonna have to be filed under ‘for our eyes only’.”

Charlie: “Your smirk would have to go there too then. But does this mean it’s a good idea!?”

Vaggie: “Definitely.”

Charlie: “WOO! Kisses kisses kisses-”

Vaggie: “AFTER we’ve cleaned up all these napkins. AND have neatly folded the ones that aren’t already swans.”

Charlie: “Wh- but- but there’s almost five hundred of them!! The kisses-?”

Vaggie: “One kiss per every fifty napkins, how’s that sound?

Charlie: (pouting) “Insufficient kiss ratio.”

Vaggie: “Sorry, but as much as organizing your brain turns me on, the storm of paper in here is kinda a total mood killer. No way I can focus on anything with this mess everywhere. So. Start cleaning.”

Charlie: “I’m starting to think writing on napkins was my worst idea yet…”

Vaggie: “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been paper airplanes again.”

Charlie: “THEN I could’ve just thrown them all out the window! Be free! Fly!!! Shoo! Let me make out with my girlfriend in peace!”

Vaggie: “Ha!”

Charlie: “…. Vaggie. What if we-”

Vaggie: “Charlie no.”

Charlie: “Oh come on! Swans can fly!”

Vaggie: “Not when they’re fancy origami ones that we’ll just have to clean up later anyway.”

Charlie: “Feh. Stupid ideas on stupid napkins.”

Vaggie: “Would one kiss per every two dozen napkins make you feel better?’

Charlie: “Yes.” (deep sigh) “But I’ve only folded ten.”

Vaggie: “Perfect, I’ve done fourteen, so that makes two dozen.”

Charlie: “Wh-”

Vaggie: “Kiss ratio completed.”

Charlie: “It’s based on our combined number???”

Vaggie: “Why not. You like it when stuff is ‘ours’, don’t you.”

Charlie: “….yesthankyouiloveyouonekissplease.”

- a few several many moments later –

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “I’m suddenly getting the idea that… those were way more than one kiss.”

Vaggie: “I don’t care and wasn’t keeping count. File it under ‘Vaggie can’t multitask for shit’.”  

Charlie: “Mmm, ehhh. I think we just need a ‘Vaggie has AMAZING focus while kissing, but specifically only on the actual kissing’ folder instead.”

Vaggie: “Are you trying to get me to kiss you again.”

Charlie: “Is it working?”

Vaggie: (shoving napkins in her hands) “Here. Fold.”

Charlie: “I’m filing that under a yes~”

Vaggie: “Charlie. Fold. NOW.”

Charlie: “Hm-hmm-hm-hmmm~” (folding at lightspeed) “My newest great idea is that we should get even MORE filing cabinets.”

Vaggie: “Oh for-”(throws aside napkins) “-fuck’s sake-” (gives up and kisses her again)

[manikeri]

Eren bf hcs!!

SFW!💋

-don’t attack me for this but I feel like he wouldn’t call you ma/mamas etc. (don’t get me wrong I loveeee when you guys do that but I just feel like he wouldn’t say it!

-eren 100% sleep talks

-he doesn’t like to drink, at all. He went out with the guys and came back sooooo wasted he felt like he was dying. Don’t let me get started on his hangover

-I feel like eren would only play the game if you’re not there. You’re his entertainment

-always bumping or stepping into something, he’ll be talking to you while not paying attention to anything infront of him and them BAM! or he’ll step in mud with his new shoes on

-he’s learned to put his pride to the side since he’s gotten with you. You told him to put on a jacket since it’s cold? He lets you pick what jacket he should wear. Doesn’t matter if it messes the fit up or not

-since his dad is a doctor, he always knows when something is up. Don’t try to hide it either he’ll find out immediately.

-Not into pda. he’ll hold your hand, kiss you, and give you compliments but all that making out infront of everyone and just being intimate with you is so cringe to him. -he ties your shoes for you all the time, he even laces up your heels!

-since being with you he’s learned to control his anger. From breathing exercises to thinking before he speaks. (His mom still thanks you to this day for that.)

-he’ll take note of things you like and add it to his notes for later

-you got him his own bonnet to protect his hair and he hates it! (you don’t care at all and still make him wear it every night) and he always grumbles about how the band is uncomfy on his forehead

-he’s soo needy when he’s sick like the man will literally not let you go (then he makes you sick)

-he apologizes so much! More than you!

“I’m so sorry baby”

“eren stop apologizing..”

“sorry sorry..”

-he’s just adorable when he’s tired. That’s it.

NSFW!💋

-I feel like eren like to take things at a medium pace. Not too slow, not too fast. It’s just right

-eren is not the type to just pull out his phone and record them send it to people he doesn’t like (once again not judging anyone)

-he only records when you’re okay with it, if you are he goes to town and puts on a show for the camera (even though you both will be the only one to see)

-he lovessss when your eyes roll back/cross when he’s fucking you. Boosts his ego so much.

-he’s very very vocal. He says “I wanna let you know that you’re making me feel good baby”

-if he asks you to sit on his face he means sit. Not hover. Sit. -if you don’t he slowly wraps his arms around your thighs so you fully sit down

-he’s a nympho

-his favorite position is missionary

-his second one is cowgirl

-he really just loves any position where he can see that pretty face. But he’ll do any position you want him to do

-oh, you want him to use a condom? Pass that packet for him baby. Want him to hit raw? Ok, pull your panties down. Don’t want him to finish inside? Alright, keep that arch for him he’s gonna pull out soon. He’ll do anything to make you comfortable.

-eren can get a little bit out of hand when it come to having sex. Again, he’s a nympho. So just use your safeword.

-if you use the safeword he stops everything and pulls out to check if you’re okay.

-aftercare! He orders food and gives you water to hydrate. Can’t walk? That’s fine, he’ll carry you to the bathroom to go pee.

-He gives you a bath and changes your clothes. He’ll even massage you if he went too rough! (Along with endless apologies) he kisses the marks he made on your skin all better.

-endless praises of how well you took him & how good you did for him! You giggled as he runs his nose from side to side on yours.

[updownlately]

it was late at night (you held on tight)

| alessia x reader | hurt/comfort | 2.4k | disclaimer: slight mention of heavy topics- read at your own discretion! | a/n: based of this and another ask (that i lost). got it a while ago, inspo struck now, yenno the drill- i do reqs eons after they're sent in. to the anon that req'd it, it's not the most angst to fluff but i hope it's fine? space song just radiates h/c vibes and so yeah...anyways, happy reading folks!

“it was late at night, you held on tight from an empty seat, a flash of light it will take a while to make you smile somewhere in these eyes, i’m on your side" "tender is the night for a broken heart who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?”

~~~

Some nights were good. 

The type of good where breathing came easy. 

Where the air was light, the stars bright.

Nights where friends felt like family, a house a home. 

Dark hours where light shone easily, mind at peace. 

Nights where everything felt okay- good even- for a short while. 

However, tonight? Tonight unfortunately was not one of those nights.

Not when all you could do was sit in the corner of your living room, knees hugged to your chest, eyes trained on your window as you stared at the light-polluted sky. 

Not when all you tried to do was figure out if any one of the stars in the sky was staring down at you, cheering for you, once on this earth, a being, now gone. 

Not when all you were left with was a treasure chest full of memories, ones you so desperately wished you could bury deep, deep into the ground, hopefully, slowly, eventually to be forgotten so you could move on.

Tonight was not a good night, and as you shuffled uncomfortably on the hard floor, your eyes fell on your phone settled beside you, the glaring message from a few minutes ago taunting you, it reminded you painfully so. 

‘Are you okay?’

It had to be criminal, the way she knew you so well. 

Three texts you hadn’t responded to throughout the day and bam, the guess that you weren’t okay. 

You’d call her overprotective if she wasn’t right, but she was, and you didn’t know what to do. 

Hovering over the send button, your eyes traced over what you had typed, having already gone back and changed it nearly four times before settling on debating whether you should send this.

The simple ‘no’ that was typed out in the text box glared back at you almost pleadingly, your heart turning in your chest, the implications of the word terrifying.

You could hit send, and it would be okay. You could hit send and she’d probably come over and it would be alright. You could. But could you really?

Because she’d make the drive out at nearly eleven at night. Because something could happen on the way over and you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. Because you were supposed to be strong, for fuck’s sake. You were an adult, you could handle a little bit of gloominess, right? Because you didn’t need help, you were the helper. Because this wasn’t fair to her, and you didn’t want to be a burden- you couldn’t be a burden. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat as the small voice in your head got louder, you took ahold of your phone, bringing it up to your face. 

You could send this, or you couldn’t. 

You could make it through the night, but she’d make it easier.

You could be strong, but asking for help didn’t make you any weak.

You could sit here and hurt, alone, but you didn’t have to.

Sharply inhaling, your other hand curling into a near-painful fist, nails digging into your palm, you pressed and held the button with the arrow you promptly locked your phone, tossing it gently to the rug in front of you instantly after, the voices in your head getting just a tad bit louder with each passing minute.

You’d be okay…eventually.

~~~

It’s nearly twenty minutes later that you hear the gentle knocks ring through the apartment. 

You make no move to get up, however. 

In fact, you couldn’t get up even if you tried. 

Mind frozen as the consequences of your actions finally set in, all you could do was stay rooted to your spot as you heard another set of knocks ring through before the tell tale sound of a key turning in the lock reached your ears.

Head rising from where it had been resting on your arms, you stared intently at the hallway by your front door, the opening and closing of the door distinct, your breath stilling with each footstep that made its way closer towards you.

“Hey?”

The soft voice floated down the hallway, the lump in your throat lessening ever so slight at the mere sound of the blonde. Yet, you couldn’t muster up the courage to speak, the fact that she was here still not having sunk in.

You listened closely as Alessia’s cautious footfalls slowly picked up pace, the worry clear in her voice as she called out again, this time more confidently.

“Love?”

Just barely finding your voice as she reached the threshold of the living room, your dark figure called out quietly, if nothing than to save her from panicking any further.

“I’m here…”

Your meek reply was accompanied by you raising your hand ever so slightly, one eye wincing as an embarrassed look crossed your face. 

Watching ashamedly as Alessia raked her eyes over your figure, you awkwardly lowered your hand as she stepped towards you.

You waited for her to question you. To question the three texts you had missed earlier. To question why your apartment was bathed in darkness. Why you were on the floor.

You waited for the questions. You waited for the disappointment. 

You waited only for it to never come. 

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you stared, mouth agape, as she silently made way to sit beside you, an arm coming to rest on your shoulder as she stretched out her long legs.

You wouldn’t know it, but you looked like a wreck. The way your hair was unruly, tangles clear as strands flew in every which direction. 

Tear stained cheeks just barely visible in the dim light shining from the window. The way your knees were tucked to your chest made you look tiny, both combining easily to wordlessly convey that you needed a little bit of extra love today. 

It was why Alessia silently made way to sit beside you, ignoring the questions running rampant in her mind.

Letting her emotions make the calls, she quietly let her heart speak, the arm resting on your shoulders gently bringing you closer to her, your head now leaning on her shoulder. 

It seemed like the right move too, with the way you immediately sighed at the contact, tension deflating ever so slightly as you let yourself rest, revelling in the tender care.

And it’s how the pair of you sat, leant up against each other, heartbeat a bit more regular, breaths a bit easier, as the sky got darker, the stars a tad bit brighter. 

Intently watching as you slowly got more comfortable, she took note of your puffy eyes, the dark circles clear beneath them, the tired sag of your shoulders even though you both had been only sat for the past bit. It was clear that the tiredness wasn’t a day to day type of exhaustion, and that worried her the most. 

This wasn’t you- not the normal you. 

The normal you ran on full batteries, always- lovingly nicknamed the team’s very own ‘Energizer bunny’.

The normal you whose smile would light up any room, presence enough to bring a ray of light, airy positivity never too far from where you’d be. 

The normal you that everyone got to see.

But this? The side that not many saw? Alessia wanted to make sure it was a secret for the right reasons. That it remained unknown by many because you never felt low often, because if she could, if it was in her control, she’d make sure that a smile would permanently be on your face, effortlessly. 

So as minutes passed, the quarter of an hour flying by, then nearly a half an hour, the pair of you didn’t move, Alessia well aware that comfort was the best she could give right now.

Despite how uncomfortable the ground had gotten, the blonde didn’t dare say a word, instead choosing to hide her discomfort by turning slightly towards you, arms coming to wrap around your torso and head as you two slouched slightly against the wall.

She’d sit her for as long as you'd need her to.

Consumed by the silence, she rubbed gentle circles into your shoulder blades, hoping the action could provide some sort of grounding presence as your breaths slowly evened, head becoming heavier as it rested, your grip on her arm loosening. 

It was only when the clock nearly hit midnight, when the city slowly geared to a stop, did she speak- a hushed voice squeezing through the calm. 

“Did you eat yet?”

The question had you stiffening, quickly being pulled out of your calming state into one of disdain. 

Because of course she’d know you weren’t taking care of yourself.

Eyebrows furrowing in worry as you shook your head in response, you not meeting her gaze, the striker gently straightened, bringing you up with her. 

“If I make you a snack, and I promise it’ll be a snack, would you have a couple bites?”

Some T&C couldn’t hurt, right?

The gentle question had your stomach sinking, the thought of consuming anything in this state nearly unbearable, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to disappoint her- not after she came to check in on you. 

Hesitantly nodding, you watched as Alessia studied you, the blonde mirroring your nods encouragingly as she began to rise from the ground, hand extended towards you, pulling you up as well. 

Leading you to your kitchen, she helped you settle on a bar stool, foregoing the main lights and instead turning on the range lights, aware that you more likely preferred a darker setting right now.  

Quickly making a sandwich, the blonde presented you with a plate, taking a seat beside you as her hand went to rest on your thigh in quiet reassurance. 

Reaching for one half, so she could encourage you, the Gunner held it out expectantly, small smile on her face as she waited for you to bump yours against her. 

Unable to keep a straight face at her antics, a small but grateful smile broke through your face, Alessia’s mission successful. Bringing your own half up to gently knock against hers before taking a deep breath in, you watched as she eyed you whilst taking a bite out of her sandwich, gesturing at you to do the same. 

Matching your pace, not pressuring you to eat anything you didn’t want but eating with you in support, the both of you managed to slowly but surely finish, your mind already a little distracted from the spiral earlier.

You watched as Alessia gathered your dishes, tossing them in the sink to be dealt with in the morning, and quickly cleaned up the kitchen, wiping the island free of crumbs, turning off the light, and washing her hands before making her way over to you once again. 

Intertwining your hands in the dim light from outside, she raised her eyebrows at you, a small yawn escaping her, inciting one from you.

“How are we feeling about heading to bed?”

She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead at your quick small nods of agreement, glad that you were at least coming out of your shell a bit, a tiny but sure indicator that you were pulling out of the storm in your mind.

Leading you both to your bedroom, the other girl well familiar with your apartment and you trusting her easily to guide you, you followed compliantly.

With Alessia quickly changing into a spare set of clothes she kept at your place, and you into a pair of old shorts and an oversized t-shirt from years ago, the both of you quietly did your night time routines, never apart for more than a few seconds.

Be it brushing your teeth or as you took turns cleansing your face, the both of you were attached at the hip, you for your own sanity and the comforting aura of the taller girl, and Alessia because she felt better knowing you were okay beside her. 

It was only when the both of you were ready to sleep did you make your way over to the bed, each going to your own respective sides, having spent the night at each other’s place countless times before. 

Minutes later, when you’re both settled in, cuddled up near the middle of the mattress as you lay your head on Alessia’s shoulder, your body nearly covering hers whilst she had one arm wrapped around your waist and another running through your hair, the room bathed in near darkness save for the light that sneaked through the drawn curtains, you let yourself break gently, the comfort of her arms safe.

Silent tears leaving your eyes, you quickly felt them wiped away by the girl below you, the hand that was running through your hair now resting on your cheek without question, ready to catch any more tears that would fall.

It’s in the shelter of her arms that you let the quiet words slip, the admission causing a stabbing pain in your chest as it reminded you of why life felt so bleak as of late.

“I miss them…”

“I know love, I know….”

There was a pause in the air after the hushed words, Alessia adjusting herself so that her arms came to fully encircle you, trapping you in a bubble of her warmth.

Pressing her lips to your crown, muffled words escaped her, the reassuring tone bringing you a small breath of relief, her belief in you lifting a weight off your chest.

“You’ll be okay though, soon enough, yeah? And until then, you’ve got me, I’m on your side.”

Nodding surely at that statement, not a doubt in your mind that the blonde would always be there for you, like you would for her, you let your grip tighten, the silent thank you easily spoken as you let the tiredness and warmth take over you.

Alessia’s presence making even the worst of nights a little easier, a tad bit more bearable, you let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep, well-aware you were in safe hands. 

Early in the day, or late at night, you knew that at the end of the day, she would be there in an instant to dry your eyes, and you loved her more than ever for it.

[kaigarax]

Growing Up With You

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you've grown with."

Yaku falls in love like a gentle breeze upon a beach after a storm. A sweet reminder that everything is going to be okay. A need that everything will be okay after such a crazy world that you’ve been forced to live.

---

“Wow, you’re really bad at this, huh?”

Yaku frowns, looking up at you from the ground. He’s out of breath, his arms ache, and he’s absolutely infuriated with you. Or at least as infuriated that a young boy at seven can be.

There was this sort of smug smile on your face that he wanted nothing more than to wipe off. He guesses your words wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t smile like that. He’s about to jump up and begin a physical confrontation when your mother cuts him off.

“(L/n) (Y/n)! Is that how I raised you to speak!” Your mother exclaims, her voice booming through the field.

You wince slightly but your face flushes red as you sigh deeply, “but mom-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me young lady. Just because you’ve been playing longer doesn't give you an excuse to be rude to someone that just started.” she says her gaze stern and unchanging, “now apologise.”

There’s silence as you cross your arms.

Your eyes seem to clash with your mothers for a moment before you finally look away. Your body slumps down as you groan out a measly, “sorry.”

“Not to me.”

“Fine!” You turn to look back down at Yaku, holding your hand out, “I’m sorry.”

“For?” Your mother says expectantly.

“For being mean. I’m sure you’ll be a great volleyball player eventually.”

And the apology from you makes Yaku begin to feel rather smug. There’s a strange sort of bubbling feeling in his stomach at your words, even if they were only spoken out of necessity.

Privately, he wonders if you really do feel that way.

Of course he doesn't take the chance to ask you, instead pushing your hand aside and sticking his tongue out, “And I’m sure you won’t!”

“Mom!” You complain, running off towards the woman.

Yours and Yaku’s fathers laugh amongst themselves from all the commotion. Yaku might’ve laughed too if he wasn’t so mad.

---

While Yaku didn’t like to admit when you say something right he does have a few exceptions. Like right now.

Multiple years of constant volleyball really did manage to improve his skills. Quite miraculously if he would say so himself. He landed himself a starting position in his middle school’s competitive volleyball team in his first year! As a libero, but he’d take what he could get. It’s not as though hitting ever really mattered to him in the first place.

The last match, a practice one with another school, before the summer would once again begin.

“You should go get that girl’s number at the end of the game.”

“No you do it!”

“Only if we win!”

Yaku fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course his teammates would be talking about something unrelated to the game. Why now when they had all summer to do that?

Yaku had never really been the biggest fan of summer, though that may have been because he always had to spend summer with you. You and your stupid smile. But, right now wasn’t the time to be thinking about such things.

His chest seemed to heave as the long rally dragged on and his body ached but there was nothing as exciting as this. Being in the midst of a game. A battle right to the very end.

The heart racing pitter patter as one waits for the serve to rush over the net.

The calming thump as the first pass presses itself nicely into your arms.

The rising thrill as the ball makes its way into the setter’s hands.

The anticipation as it soars across the net with bam!

And, the rush of euphoria and excitement when it crashes onto the ground on the other side of the net, Winning your team the game!

His teammates crowded around on court, cheering for both the victory and the beginning of summer vacation that was quick to arrive.

Yaku, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for the school year to pick up once again. The summer meant that he wouldn’t be able to have moments like this. But, he’d take what he can get.

“Hey, Yaku, do you know who she is?”

“Hm?” The boy perked his head up as his teammate pointed to a girl sitting on the stands, “isn’t she from the other school?”

“No, she said that she knows you.”

“What?” Yaku finally looked up only to see you. Two of his teammates seemed to have made their way there, laughing at something you seemed to say.

The libero fought to roll his eyes and had almost begun to make his way out of the gym when he ultimately decided to make his way over to you. He certainly didn’t want to hear his mother complain if you told her about his behaviour.

“(L/n).” He said, his voice dry and annoyed.

You turned to look at him, along with his teammates, “Yaku.”

“Ready to go?”

“Of course!” You jumped up from your seat and gave a small wave, “bye.”

“Bye!”

This time the urge to roll his eyes won, “hurry up.”

“Aren’t you gonna say bye to your teammates?”

“You’re so annoying.” Yaku sighed, “bye guys.”

“Bye Yaku!”

“What’re you doing here anyways, (L/n)?”

“I came to watch you play.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Really.”

“Well, my mom wanted me to go.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You shoved him lightly, “it’s not like you’ve ever come to see me play.”

He gave you a light shove back, “as if you’re good enough to make the starters.”

“Hey! I am a starter!”

He smirked, “of course you are~”

“I really am!”

The two of you always walked a comfortable distance away from one another. Close enough to hear what the other might’ve said but far enough to not accidentally brush up against the other while walking. Yaku had always made certain of that after that one time he was mistaken for your boyfriend! As if he’d ever want to be your boyfriend!

You were loud, annoying, rude and-

“You know, I was quite impressed.” you said.

“As you usually are.”

You don’t take the bait, instead flashing that stupid smile, “yeah! You’ve gotten really good, Yaku!”

---

“Morisuke, sweetheart, can you bring the rest of the luggage from the car?” Shouted his mother from the kitchen.

Yaku sighed, “yes mom,” rolling his ball off to the side of the house before dragging his feet to the car.

His sister, Akane, who had been playing with her jump rope watched him curiously from her place off to the side of the house.

The boy momentarily debated calling out to her for help but ultimately decided against it. She was barely half his size and probably wouldn’t be able to carry anything anyways. Besides, his mother would definitely scold him if he were caught getting help from her.

There was a volleyball net strung up in the connected backyard of the summer house. While his family had never been a big fan of the sport the family that stayed across from them (your family) seemed to like it enough. At least enough to string up a net.

Three large bags had been left behind in the car by his parents. Two that contained kitchen utilities of some sort and one for clothes. His father’s likely.

Yaku sighed.

It looked like he was going to have to take two trips. Not that it would take very long but it would certainly put a damper on the mood and moment. But best to just get on with it then complain… but… his sister was right there and…

“Hey Yaku.”

The boy jumped, “(L/n)!”

You let out a small laugh.

Of course it would be you. And of course startling him would be the first thing you do. Why he outta-

“Do you want some help bringing your things in?” You asked.

“They’re not my-”

The boy had been planning to give you a rather snippy response but suddenly felt rather… embarrassed as he turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours.

You still had that same stupid smile he loved to mock; and your face was still pretty silly looking but there was something…

“Hello?” You waved a hand in front of his face, “Yaku?”

Damn it.

“You…”

You smiled leaning your head to the side with a sheepish smile, “I…?”

“You cut your hair.” Yaku had to fight the urge to face palm. Of all the things he could’ve said in response! This… THIS is what he’d ended up saying! No wonder he had no luck with girls. Not that he cared about you had to say.

You laughed, “did I? I didn’t notice.”

That seemed to snap him out of his faze as his expression morphed into the scowl you were used to seeing.

“Morisuke, what in heaven's name could be taking you so- oh! Hello (Y/n), dear!” Exclaimed Yaku’s mother, her expression flipping 180 degrees as she spotted you.

“Yaku-san.” You smiled.

“How many times have I told you to just call me Auntie!”

“Too many~”

“Ah! You’ve grown so pretty over the school year!” His mother gave him a light shove, “don’t you think so Morisuke?”

“I guess.”

“You guess! Why, I’m baffled at how I raised such an aloof son!”

“It’s alright, Auntie!” You flashed her that stupid grin you always gave when talking to adults, “I don’t mind. In fact, I think that Yaku’s grown into quite the handsome man so I’d be willing to forgive him.” You eyes seem to bare into his own as you said those words and he suddenly found himself unable to speak or move.

Heck! He wasn’t even sure if he was still thinking!

His mother elbowed him again but he didn’t move, stuck in the moment of your words and your stupidly pretty smile.

Why did you always have to smile like that?

---

You pushed the balcony door open, letting out a tired sigh.

Yaku, who had already been out there, turned curiously.

You were quick to shut the door behind you, closing your eyes before sliding down to the bottom and sitting on the ground.

It had been quite awhile since he’d last seen such an expression on your face before.

Curious, he lowered himself to the ground till his face was parallel to yours. Hair from your pushed back hair had fallen in front of your face. He brought a hand up to move the rebellious strand but stopped as your eyes suddenly opened.

“Oh, hey.” you said, seeming not to notice the strange position the two of you suddenly found yourselves in.

“Tired?” He asked.

You laughed weakly, “how’d you tell?”

He laughed too, taking a seat beside you, “call it a hunch. I am pretty good at reading spikers pretty well, ya know.”

He braced himself for a light shove but stiffened as you rested your head on his shoulder instead.

“Oh,” you pulled back, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“No.” He said, surprising himself, “I don’t.”

You smiled, “thank you, Yaku,” slowly leaning your head back.

“Yeah.”

“So, which high school are you thinking about going to?” You asked.

“Nekoma. You?”

“I’m not really sure. My parents want me to attend some big volleyball power house but that’s not really what I’m interested in.”

“Why?” Don’t you eventually want to go professional?”

You grinned, “I don’t need a powerhouse school to go professional.”

“Ah yes, I’ve forgotten how humble you are.”

“Anyways, what’re your plans for the future?”

“Hm, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. But I guess going professional doesn't sound too bad.”

“With that kinda attitude you’ll never make it.”

“Ah yes, and your confidence is the way to go?”

“Exactly~” You laughed.

And surprisingly, so did he.

Ah, that rebellious strand of hair was back. You always did have quite untameable hair when you were tired. It was probably the only thing he liked about you when the two of you were young. It seems that that still hasn’t changed.

Did you ever have a favourite thing about him?

He doesn't have enough courage to ask.

Instead he chooses to push that strand of hair back, tucking it behind your ear. You lean into his warmth ever so slightly and it makes his cheeks burst into a flurry of colour.

When did you get so pretty?

“Huh?” You perk up, “did you say something?”

Oh shoot.

Yaku turns his head away, his cheeks bright red, “no.”

“Come on! Don’t tease me like that!”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort.”

“Liar~”

He kept his head turned, sticking his nose up.

“Come on Yaku, I was just teasing!”

“Morisuke.”

“Hm?”

“Morisuke. Call me Morisuke, (Y/n).”

“On a first name basis now, are we?”

“Don’t be annoying (L/n).”

“And now we’re back to last names. I didn’t know you were so indecisive, Yaku.”

“And I didn’t know you liked my last name so much.”

You smiled, that stupid smile that always made his heart race, “Morisuke.”

“(Y/n).”

Fall in love with someone you’ve grown with.

[gowonders]

makeup sex with dom taehyun who has a bulge kink?

my reaction to this ask, GOD ANGRY TAEHYUNBNNNWKWUHWJEISIWIWI anyways ofc bae 🥹 also sorry this took me like 10 years to get to i had to think of a plot ..

warnings: actor fem reader, actor mean!dom taehyun, enemies to sorta friends 😉, cursing, manhandling, pretty much public sex…, unprotected (wrap before u tap bae), bulge kink! (duh..), choking, reader blacks out LMAO, lmk if i missed any!

“no. not happening.” said taehyun as he sees you’ve been casted together. your reaction wasn’t too far off as you read over the file one more time, no way. “do you know?? we cannot work together?” your parents had been sworn enemies since before you were born, so that was passed onto you. “fuck it, whatever. i’ll work with him, be an actual mature adult!” you snap, annoying grin growing on your face. and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking back at the director with one more pleasing look. “no can do.. um, unless you don’t want the roll..?” the director asks, tilting her head at him. “ugh.. no. i’ll get over it.” he says, thanking the director before standing up and leaving her office, and you follow, giving her a large thanks before leaving the office. and as you step out, a hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you to some empty meeting room. which you soon find to be taehyun as he sits you on the large table. “okay. i know i we hate eachother, but were gonna be dating in the show, and it’s gonna be awkward as hell from everything we have to do, so i was wondering if you’d like.. i dunno.. let me fuck you.. so it seems natura-“ he says. “you just wanna get your dick wet.” you cut him off, though. “i do?? i could pick some other chick to do it if you’re not up for it, i just needed an excuse, damn. plus it’d be extra satisfying to absolutely ruin you.” he snaps back, standing closer to you as his hands lay onto your thighs. you laugh as he does so, you really don’t think he could.. “i’d like to see you tr-“ before you could even finish, his hands slide up from your thighs, and onto your chest, pushing you down onto the cold table, making you whine quietly as he does so. “you okay with this?” he asks hurriedly, almost like he’s been wanting to do this..?!?!-?-$-$/&/&

“yeah fine whatever just get over with it.” you spew, and with that, his fingers are hooking under your skirt, pulling the waistband of your panties and skirt down your legs, fabric gathering at your ankles, a small gasp leaving your lips as your bare skin meets the cold table. taehyuns eyes scan the room for cameras— and while there are none of those, there is windows, covered by blinds. and if someone looked for a little too long, they could most definitely see you two. but to taehyun? “fuck it.” he thinks, and you can hear the clink of his belt above you.. and bam. his tip is rubbing at your entrance, and with one swift motion, he’s in you, groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him. “wait— you’re not even gonna use a condom???” you ask, eyes wide in shock. “chill babe, i’ll pull out..” he says, and soon after, he’s snapping his hips into yours without remorse, almost like he’s punishing you for something. his relentless pace has your back arching into him, and it’s ripping sobs out of you that you never thought you’d hear from yourself. “t-taehyun— fuck!!! slow down—“ you beg, nails digging into his shoulders as a way to relieve any harsh actions he makes. “no,” he grunts, leaning his head back, eyes subtly scanning the room once more to see if anyone was peeping in. “gonna- gonna fuck you into some sense- make you stop being a bitch.” he takes your hand by the wrist, and starts pounding you harder (if that was even possible..) he takes your hand and places it on your stomach, right where you can feel him, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you that makes your moans break and your breath hitch. “you feel me?? huh?? i’m gonna fucking have you only think about me- make you know how much- fuck- better i am than you, yeah?” he says, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls practically suck him in, a small whine leaving his lips. “noooooo..” you whine pathetically. “yesssss…” he teases back, pressing your hand into your stomach a little more, so you feel him even better, and it makes him practically short circuit when he opens his eyes and sees how fucked out you are, keeping your hand on your stomach, and the way you sound.. it’s so, so adorable.. he could just “g’na cum..” he mumbles, free hand shaking up to your throat, lightly squeezing at it, making you feel lightheaded. you shake your head, hushed whimpers and pleas leaving you as he makes his last few thrusts. you feel his hips stutter on yours, loud groans leaving him as he does so, he squeezes your throat tighter, making you practically breathless. with that, plus the way he uses you with such force, you lose consciousness..

however, when you regain it, youre met with the sight of taehyun wiping his seed off your tummy, a shy look on his face, one you haven’t seen before. “sorry…” he mutters, he’s fully dressed now, but his cheeks are flushed and covered in sweat. “i was too rough.. just wanted to um. prove a point.” he says, finishing whatever he was cleaning off you, and pulling your panties and skirt back up, helping you up from the table. you smile weakly at him and nod, a small laugh leaving you. “excited to shoot with you, yn.” he mumbles,

and you guess you are as well.

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i hope you liked this, anonieee!!!!

[takenbypeter]

Prompt 22 for Peter Maximoff! Peter had just joined the X-men so every where he goes he acts as if he’s going on a mission. He even wears his suit to show off to the public. Like I just know he’d act all tough and smug. Until there’s an actual mission and OF COURSE he gets injured, right in the beginning too. He comes back to the reader embarrassed (like he’d prob explain how good he was doing and then blame somebody on HIS own mess up) . While reader is lowkey laughing at him knowing she’s gonna have to take care of him like a baby cuz secretly he is not in fact “the tough guy”.

Even Heroes Make Mistakes

Peter maximoff x reader

Words: 692

Number 22: "Can I get a kiss for good luck?" "You are literally just going to the grocery store. Why would you-"

Authors note: hello hello again @zabelismyfavbagel lovely to hear from you!!! Hope you enjoyed this fun little drabble

There Pete was again wearing his new uniform. It fit him well and he knew it.

The yellow color was a little too in your face for your liking but I guess that's sort of the point.

You didn’t mind that he was wearing the suit but it was just a wonder why he was wearing it at this very moment.

"Can I get a kiss for good luck?"

“You are literally just going to the grocery store. Why would you-"

Your question was interrupted by his lips for a moment, “yeah but who knows what could happen, the world is a dangerous place,” he responded before speeding off leaving you to yourself in his basement.

Ever since joining the X-Men he has been doing almost everything in that uniform. Granted the whole X-Men thing and him was still fresh so you would give him at least that. It was actually quite adorable how thrilled he was about the whole thing, and despite how much he tried to downplay his feelings you’d easily notice the little changes.

How he’s now taking longer at local businesses, how he’d wear the uniform when running simple errands all while not using his super speed sometimes just to show off the suit. It was both lovable and hilarious at the same time.

“Babe, I’ll be back later. I gotta mission I gotta go on.”

Before he could run off you’d ask half jokingly, “is this a real mission or are you just running off to the post office again?”

His expressions shifted into a mock smile, “oh ha ha. It’s a real mission, I’ll see you tonight.”

He pecked your head and with that he was gone again.

An hour went by, then two, then three. While all this time was passing you kept busy playing video games and having the radio on, specifically the channel that went to highlight the X-Men’s current battle.

You missed some parts being that you did have to use the bathroom at some points, however as usual the X-Men won. With the news of the winning you expected to see Peter maybe fifteen minutes after, that was his typical time. However, this time fifteen minutes passed, then suddenly an hour was going by. You messaged and called but didn’t hear anything.

You didn’t know what was going on, but all you knew was that you were not going to leave this basement until you heard word from the man. But finally, finally he whooshed back in.

It took you a moment to process that he was back in front of you, then it took you a moment to process that his wrist was in a colorful cast. But once you did process it all, you ran right to his side, “Peter, what happened? Are you okay?” You asked gently, reaching towards the cast.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It was just a little accident.”

“A little accident? This seems more than a little accident.”

“Well it was. I was doing my thing running and then bam! I slipped on marbles!”

“Marbles?”

“Marbles,” he reiterated.

“Whose marbles were they?” You asked and that seemed to mean something to him as his head did a quick tilt before straightening out. “That’s besides the point.”

And right there, that was your answer.

“Peter, are you serious? Who brings marbles to a fight?”

“Someone who was on their way to a fight and saw a bag of marbles and thought they’d be fun to play with after…probably,” he said clearly in defensive mode yet still not seeming to want to admit it was him.

You stood there not knowing what to say. You didn’t know whether to feel bad for him because he was injured or to laugh because the whole story was ridiculous yet pretty believable. “You’re remarkable, do you know that?”

He seemed confused by your sudden sort of compliment but still he replied with a, “thanks?”

“Now sit down and relax. You’re going to need to rest that arm.”

He did as told but countered you, “my wrist will be back to normal in a week, I’m telling you.”

“Sure it will.”

-

Dialogue Prompts #2

[here4kpopfics]

hey kelly congrats on your milestone!!✨ if you have time, id like to request a jjk drabble with #44 (I'm only here for the dog) and #82 (this is a one time thing)! fluff or smut or both (ill love it regardless)💖💖💖 if youre overwhelmed with other requests, no worries!!

OKAY so I had something already planned after Koo's lives at home and ekrgjtsjfrejkgsrg this worked perfectly. Keeping it short and sweet and fluffy bc there are other requests that are straight up filth. So cute Dog Dad as a cleanser. 💜💜💜 unedited again bc lazy

#44 was also requested by @btscontentenjoyer so here you go as well, beautiful 😘

Masterlist | AskBox | Coffee?

jjk x reader | just some cute fluff | 532 words | pg13 | Bam is best boy.

“Where’s my favorite boy?!” You ask, brushing past Jungkook at the front door and entering his living room. 

“Hello to you, too?” He questions, closing the door and turning to see Bam jumping up off the couch to get all of your attention. “Bam! Chill!” 

The dog turns to look at his dad for a brief moment before you laugh, turning back to you with an excited pant. 

“It’s fine, Bam. You have to let your daddy think he’s the favorite. I get it.” Jungkook walks behind you, grabbing the bags of takeout food from your hands in perfect timing for you to grab Bam’s head. You kiss the top of his head and give him a bunch of scratches before he circles around you once and runs to his dad entering the kitchen. 

You follow the dog, who sits by his dog bowl, watching his dad and waiting. You sneak up behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist, standing on your tiptoes to rest your chin on his shoulder. 

“Hi, other favorite boy.” You grin at his look of disgust, quickly going in for a kiss on his cheek. 

“Absolute nonsense.” He grumbles, pulling out the takeaway boxes from the bags. 

“Oh, Koo. You know I’m only here for the dog.” You kiss his shoulder, getting off your tiptoes and preparing Bam’s food. “Oh and your couch, your giant tv, and your Netflix acco—” 

You’re quickly spun around, Jungkook’s lips crashing into yours to shut you up. You grin into the kiss, arms sliding around his shoulders. 

“Okay, okay. I’m also here for you.” 

“Damn right.” He kisses you again, hands on your hips, scooting you away from the counter, “switch. I’ll feed Bam.” 

“You think he likes me more, huh?” You tease, doing as he says anyway, cackling when he smacks your ass as you walk away. 

You both finish up your tasks, you unpack the food, putting it on plates and grabbing two pints and some beer, walking it all to the coffee table in front of the couch. Jungkook watches Bam to make sure he eats everything before sitting down on the floor with you, Bam curling up on the corner of the couch. 

You make it through two episodes of your current kdrama obsession with him before you get tired of sitting on the floor and crawl onto the couch, laying down on your side with a pillow. Jungkook gets up to join you but Bam beats him to it, curling up against your chest. You grin, wrapping your arm around Bam, peppering him with kisses. 

“This is a one time thing.” He states, mostly to the dog, moving your pillow and sitting down next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. Bam lifts his head, repeating your action of scooting up to rest his head on his knee while still curled against you.

“Mmm. This is the life. Favorite pup, favorite boy, comfy couch, good food…” your list trails off as you feel your eyes close, breathing slowly matching with the big sleeping dog. You softly smile at the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers gently massaging your scalp. 

Yup. This is the life.

[cherphadetseuk]

Things I want to see in Only Friends but one episode is by far not enough for any of that.

SandRay: I want to see Ray in rehab, I want to see how he struggles, how he relapses because so far it all looks like he's just fine going and nothing bad will happen. I want Sand to be by his side through his struggles and I wanna SEE it. Not just hear it or get a time skip being like...oh yeah, Ray went through his rehab and now is living happily ever after with Sand in his mansion and they're flying around the globe to see all the musicians. Okay bye that's it for Only Friends. Thank you for sticking with us through 12 painful, short episodes. No. I wanna SEE all of that. There either has to be a Season 2 or a SandRay spin-off, I don't care. I want it. Give it to me. All their scenes give me life and I know I’m extremely biased towards them but I can’t help it. They’re just so cute and as a Sand stan I just want him to be happy and appreciated and if Ray is that person than I’m 100% here for it. Given Ray had many eye-openers as well he will be that person. They’re good for each other and I am happy if they get that happy ending.

Sand and his dad: I want Sand to talk to his dad because I am 100% pretty damn sure he had the intention to say something after they talked for that short time in that episode before Ray interrupted for that heartwrenching short scene of them hugging. I wanna see more of his dad in general because they've been building up to this because why talk so much about him and show several scenes of Sand being at that club to see him perform when nothing comes of it. I wanna know who his dad is, I wanna know why the parents aren't together anymore. I wanna know more background on all of Sand's upbringing. Which brings me to his mum...I just want more of her. Period. I love her. That scene with her and Ray was everything. She's such a stable figure in Sand's life, guiding him while he supports her and now she's even guiding Ray because she's a mum and she knows her son and she knows about them and knows they're good for each other. I like supportive parental figures.

BostonNick: Same as with SandRay I wanna see the developement of their relationship. Nick didn't actually say yes officially to Boston's proposal of them being boyfriends until he leaves for NY. Nick also giving Boston a reality check with what he said to Atom about “don’t get attached to assholes”. He was literally calling Boston out at the same time which given Boston’s reaction, he knew it as well. Boston had a lot of eye-opening moments in the past 2 episodes so I hope they can make it work somehow. Whether Nick says yes or no, we’ll see. However, if he does I want them to like get attached and I want to see them develop the relationship. I want Boston to go to NY and them missing each other and Nick to be thinking about following Boston. I know, cliché, but I could totally see that. But I don't want him to just drop everything and follow Boston blindly. I want them to communicate and for Nick to say that he will finish his internship or whatever he does, to think about himself as well, and then maybe follow Boston later to pursue a career in NY because he'd be doing well in the US with animation. New York, the city of unlimited opportunities, he could do it. But I want them to have that long distance relationship first, to struggle, to communicate, to make it natural and not just bam here we go, two years later, Nick and Boston are happy living in NY together in a fancy flat. Again, BostonNick spin-off or Season 2. Thank you very much. I realised that BostonNick and SandRay are literally the same. Nick and Sand both being pushed around and dropped and used and all that and Boston and Ray both realising at the same time what they have of their other, how there's literally only one person who cares about them and none of them are from the friends group but I'm not gonna go there because that friends group is non-existent in my eyes. Except of Nick and Sand there was no actual friendship going on there that was even remotely healthy or supportive. Which brings me to:

Nick & Sand: I wanted more of this friendship. I wanted to see more how they live together after everything that happened. Mental breakdowns from their boyfriends/FWB relationships, them hanging out, talking, supporting each other. I just wanted more of this because again, healthiest friendship. They are roommates after all but we never actually SEEN them living together except of that one scene where Sand apologised for giving that audio to Ray. That was the only roommate scene we got in all of this and I felt like they would have been good for bonding over mutual shite they went through. I just wanted more of this friendship. They have like the most limited scenes together for the fact that they are both main characters. If Nick was just a random roommate it would have been different but he wasn't just random. They were both outsiders having been brought in into this mess from the outside. TopMew: Now, this is my problem couple. I don't dislike them. I'm actually a Top lover. I have never disliked him. I disliked some of his actions obviously but I never hated him like 99% of the people did. However, I'm happy Top gets a second chance. Deserved or not that's to debate because some people don't think so others do (like me) but that aside, I actually liked Top calling out Mew for the behaviour. Mew seemed to be unforgiving, which he also mentioned, but he's here giving Top a second chance, saying he's still in love with him but his facial expressions don't show it the same while Top is there struggling with his emotions and crying over the mistakes he has made. I want to see them working through those issues. Again, I just wanna see the development after everything that has happened. How they maybe go back to the way they used to be or maybe not, who knows. But one episode is not enough for that. Also we get the preview for the finale episode with the fire. Which brings me to:

Top: I feel like out of all the characters we know the least about him. All the other main characters have their dreams and their past and their struggles and we actually get to see and hear it. We don't know Top's dreams for the future. Where he wants to be, what he wants to do. We barely touched on his trauma, his ptsd (I think that's what he has, I forgot). We know his trauma is fire. We had that one flashback, we had the break-up scene where Mew lights the drawing on fire (which bold move, given he knows Top has a trauma with fire) but Top's reaction, I was not sure if it's just the break-up or actual fear because he was very expressive in that scene. However, we never see Top struggle with his PTSD, which his sleep problems, we hear about things but we never really touch on it. I want more of his story, want to know more about his past, his struggles. We also don't hear anything about his drug usage and everything. We had the halloween party and we still don't really know what happened between him and that police officer and him using drugs in general. Other than he's Mew's on and off boyfriend, we have no insight and it's kinda sad because I like him and I wanna know how all this came to be to begin with. Boston: I already talked about him in relation to Nick but I also wanna know more about his past because given how he acts towards his hookups and the fact that Nick would be his first boyfriend, he seems like to either have commitment issues, family problems or anything that made him shy away from falling in love and commitment. The way he both reacted to Nick and Atom in regard of them telling him they love him is like a defence mechanism. I feel like he’s in a similar situation with Yo. I love Boston but he has been stirring up a lot of shit in the first few episodes but he never actually came clean and apologised. He apologised to Nick for being an idiot but he never apologised for the dumb shit he spread around, the fact that he toyed with Nick and his friends and how he realised how everything went to shit AFTER Nick walked away and his friends. He got a slap in the face to make him realise but he never apologised for any of it to anyone.

YoPlug: In all honesty, the healthiest relationship we’ve seen in all of this show but then they just gone and put in some drama here too. Glad they resolved it and gone back. I want more of them. They were very small and a side ship, I get it. There’s not enough time in 12 episodes to develop 500 different relationships but I want more. I wanna SEE more of them. I want to see Yo move in with him, I want at least ONE scene of them outside of Y.O.L.O. I love them. I wish they’d get a spin-off. I wanna know how they got together, I wanna know more about Yo and her issues with past relationships. I just want more of them. Please and thank you. The mum’s: More mum’s please and thank you. Mew’s mums, I wanna know their story, I wanna know what they went through as a same-sex couple in their generation in Thailand. I wanna know how they got to become Mew. I just want more. More of Mew’s mum, more of Sand’s mum. In all honestly I would even love to know more about Ray’s mum, even tho that would just be dramatic and sad. I feel like Ray’s dad needs more screentime. He tries. I can see that. I don’t think he doesn’t care about Ray. He obviously does given he asked Sand for help because he knew he fucked up his relationship with Ray and Ray would not listen to him so he went behind his back to bribe Sand with money. It’s not necessarily a healthy move to bribe people with money who he knows need money and probably have the big chance to say yes and give in. We know how easy Sand was with giving in with Ray as well. As a broke human being, I get it. 100%. However, that doesn’t mean Ray’s dad doesn’t care. As I remember, Ray’s mum probably did what she did because her husband had no time for that relationship either. He didn’t become a workaholic after her death but we have to know that it had an immense impact on him as well. Psychologically. But he knew Ray was going the same route and he didn’t want to make the same mistake again but because shit has already gone too far in their father/son relationship he had to go with a different approach and that was Sand. The ONLY person who actually showed interest and care in Ray and his dad saw that and took it as an opportunity. I can’t honestly blame him. I don’t know if his and Ray’s relationship can be fixed but I’d love to see it as well. But again, we have ONE more episode. None of what I wrote here will happen in that ONE episode. Who am I forgetting. Oh of course. The MAIN thing I wanna know more about.

Sand/Top/Boeing: We know since episode 1 that Top apparently has stolen Sand’s Ex. Enter Boeing. Who also came out of nowhere so those characters never have good intentions. However, I wanna know HOW this all came to be. I am not sure if Boeing truly feels bad about dropping Sand. If he truly still have some sort of feelings for him and feels bad for what he did. Like Top. However, I am also not sure if it’s all a game as well. I can’t read him. He seems fishy. I don’t know if his intentions with Sand are truthful or if he’s just here to mess around. Kinda like Boston 2.0 from the first few episodes stirring up drama in all the ships. I DO however wanna know about their past and how Sand got to be with Boeing and how Boeing cheated on him with Top. Is Top really the bad guy here or was Boeing doing something to make it seem like Top was the bad guy. Was it truthful or not. We know nothing. We know he existed as a no-name for all those episodes but then he suddenly appears and we don’t know his intentions. In all honestly, dude should just go be the flight attendant he wants to be (which I still find hilarious given his name). I mean, dude is objectively hot. I wouldn’t mind being on an 11 hour flight with Thai Airlines and having someone like him bringing me my food. He’s an ass but he’s still eye candy haha. Sand better set him straight. At first I was like, WTF is Ray doing inviting him home but I think I get it. Honestly tho, I would love to see an even ground between Sand and Top given they have the same “enemy”. Given that TopMew seem to work it out and SandRay are working it out and RayMew seem to gone back to regular friends, they will still see of the other in some way or another. Which, oh, there is also another unsolved issue. Not issue since they DID talk but we literally got nothing around it:

RayMew: So apparently that happened, apparently it ended. They talked. They’re friends. We know Mew got with Ray because of his revenge plot. That whole Halloween party happened but nothing that happened at this party has been resolved in any way. Mew started smoking, taking drugs. It happened in the same breath as it ended. Atom: I’m gonna be completely honest, that scene with him and his sister was the biggest WTF scene of all of this show. Like, I understand it’s her brother and family is different. However, if MY sister pulled this shit I would have slapped her. Not in a “I hate you I will never see you again” way but in a “what the fuck were you thinking!!” way and I would have yelled at her for saying such bad stuff about someone else when it was a complete lie. We know Boston has been playing around and all but that was a horrible assumption to make and it could have gone a lot worse than it did. I would have made him go and apologise to Boston. However, now that BostonNick have set him straight, I would like to see him go out in the world and find himself with his eyes open to his new-found sexuality and get a good guy for him. Nobody from the friends group, nobody we know. Just himself and someone else in a healthy way. I would like to say the same about Dan. I know he likes Nick and I would be lying if I didn’t say they would be cute. However, we know Nick has different priorities so I guess Dan is gonna take the short stick. However, I like him and I hope Nick still gets the chance to be working with him and not drop him because of personal issues. Nick deserves the opportunity but at the same time I understand how not easy it would be to work with someone you like but doesn’t like you back like that. Tho Nick did seem to have some sort of feelings towards him. Let Dan have a happy ending to, with anyone. I think that’s it. I don’t know. I probably forgot a lot of things. So long story short! We need a Season 2!!!

[asteria-argo]

okay we literally have the exact same taste in shows and characters 😭 because I start watching Ted lasso and wish there were more gen Jamie & Roy fics and bam there you are with some great ones. I just finish watching outlander season 2 and am wishing there’s more gen fics of young Fergus and there you go writing a perfect one💕💕

We are simply on the same wavelength bestie. I finished season two a little while ago and I was to put it lightly devastated when I realised we probably weren’t going to get to see young Fergus anymore so I’m living in my own little delusional version of canon where everything’s fine and they succeeded stopping the war and they got to be a family because it’s what they deserved

[neverluckygoldfish]

82 -

The past 48 ish hours have felt like a lot. Of emotions. Up and down. Feeling a little chaotic.

I was tempted to drink today. We came so so close. Luckily, I had a friend to talk me down off of what could have been a cliff. I’m grateful!

I think that I am a little loved out there after all. That maybe I am the good person I strive to be?

And here we are a week in! Yay! I do feel good mostly and I hope to hold on to this feeling.

The fire in me is hot right now. I have never been one to be described “ambitious” and “overachiever” …but erm - here she is!

Also I’m secretly like “please please please if there is a god don’t let me lose this zeal for at least another 2 months then I’ll be good and it’s fine I can take a break”

I also feel very heavy and a little on edge. I need to recalibrate. No judgment, just a little redirection.

I will say that I recently took another therapeutic large dose of psilocybin (intentionally, after my own research and safely) and while this trip was very heavy and a little riddled with anxiety, I feel better for it. For me, I have noticed that intentionally and strictly using mushrooms for therapeutic benefit has helped me more than anything else.

I feel significantly lighter afterwards. And I can feel myself able to rewrite narratives that weren’t serving me. I can zoom out and see the bigger picture, so I can let go of the little things.

I feel less and less like -living is pointless- as a result. Because the world is literally so fascinating!!!

With that being said, to each their own.

Anyway my mercurial self is doing okay. Still moody as all hell though that appears to not be changing any time soon *sigh*

Have had some unnerving situations and honestly? This whole month has felt like one WHAM BAM test of situations that have triggered old feelings of shame and insecurity - the universe is all like “batter up girly, let’s see whether or not you’ve really evolved”.

Eh, there’s still room for improvement unfortunately haha

My final consensus is I will never have 100% certainty about everything and I should just embrace the chaos, ride the wave - lol yes so I definitely took some shroomies recently.

Each day, we pick ourselves up and we do the damn thing.

[artistfromminnesota]

Haunted Mansion for the night

*It was a rainy night in 1975, and Marty and Doc were driving the DeLorean along side a dirt road. When suddenly BAM!*

“What the hell was that?!” Says Marty

“Damn, we poped a tire” reply’s Doc “*sigh* Let’s find a place to stay for the night Marty”

*The two walked for a while in the rain. After a few stumbles and scratches from the mud and rocks of the dirt road, they make it to a giant mansion on the hill. It looks old and abandoned.

“Doc…we’re not going to go in there…are we?” Asks Marty, a quiver in his voice.

“Why not, after all, we’d be out of the rain” answers Doc

*Doc walks over to the two giant doors, and knocks three times*

“Hello? Anyone home?” Asks Doc

*Suddenly a young gentleman, somewhere between the ages of 28 and 30 answers*

“ How may I be of service to you two?” Asks the man.

“Hello, my cars tire popped, and we need a place to stay for the night.” Reply’s Doc.

Marty stands there, shivering in the rain.

“Of course, be my guest to stay here for the night. Also we’ll help you with you ‘car’ tire in the morning.” Answers the young man.

“Doc…are you sure about this?” Asks Marty in a nervous and scared tone.

“Just follow me Marty, and if things get bad, we’ll be out of here” Says Doc, trying to comfort Marty.

*Doc and Marty follow the young man into the mansion, there are no lights, except the lightning, cobwebs everywhere, and dust in the air.*

“You may stay in here for the night” says the young man, opening the door to a small room. Inside is a nightstand, and a bed and couch.

“Thank you Mr.-“ questions Doc.

“Mr. Gracely sir” says the young man.

*Mr. Gracely bows to Marty and Doc before disappearing into the vast mansion*

“Doc…I feel like something’s wrong” Relpys Marty, as he steps into the room.

*Doc lays on the couch*

“We’re going to be fine Marty, get some rest now.

*The hours pass, and Marty cannot sleep. Every 5 seconds either a creek of the wood happens, or the sound of wind, who knows*

“Doc said everything will be okay. Calm down Marty” whispers Marty in attempt to comfort himself.

*Marty looks over at Doc, who is sleeping without a single care in the world*

*Marty lays there with the blanket on him.*

“MAKE ME BE QUIET CONSTANCE!!!” Shouts someone from the other side of the door.

“D-Doc?” Says Marty, his voice quivering.

“Shh, you going to wake them up Ha

*Marty pulls the blankets over his head.*

*It’s completely silent now, as Marty pulls the blanket off his face and stands up. He walks over to the door and opens it slightly…empty. Marty then shuts it and walks over to Doc, watching him sleep. Suddenly an Organ begins to play, a ghostly theme.*

*Marty shakes Doc hard*

“DOC! DOC I THINK THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED!!!” Says Marty in a panicked tone.

*But Doc still remains sleeping*

“COME ON DOC!!” *Suddenly the door opens. It’s the young man…or ever so it WAS.

He now had a rope around his neck, a scar on his eye, and he seemed…ghostly.

“What’s the matter sir?” Asks the ghost.

*Marty backs up, panicking.*

“Oops, of course I’m a ghost. Allow me to introduce myself mortal. I’m am your host, your ghost host, this Mansion is not a normal place, or a mansion with 999 sprits. Welcome to the Haunted Mansion.” Says the Ghost Host.

*But Marty cannot believe himself…and faints hitting the floor with a thud.*

“Is he going to be okay?” Mumbles someone.

*Marty shoots up from the couch in the main room. Around him are 7 ghosts, 2 brides, 3 in suits, and two who are dressed strangely.*

“What the hell?!” Shouts Marty sitting up fast.

“Take it easy sir, you hit your head pretty hard” says a short ghost, dressed in black.

“Besides, you don’t want to loose your head anyways” says one of the brides.

“Who are you guys? What are you more like” Questions Marty.

“We are some of the ghosts of Gravely Manor” says the Ghost Host.

“I’m Constance Hatchway” reply’s one of the brides

“I’m Emily” reply’s the other bride

“We’re the hitchhikers!” Says three of the teal ghosts

“And I’m the Hatbox ghost, or there fellows call me Hatty” says the one dressed in black.

“And sir, I’m your host…you already know me” says the ghost host.

“Does my friend know you exist?” Asks Marty

*Hatty looks into the room, then comes back*

“He’s still out cold, so…no” reply’s Hatty.

AND READERS!! COMMENT IF I SHALL CONTINUE!!!

[seleneacyoflove]

Warning ⚠: Notes dump coming ahead! Joon trying to be careful and all… he would be an anxious little baby trying his best not to hurt like omg I wanna kiss his hands🥺 Okay so I’ve always loved stories as a child and I’m hundred and ten percent making Joon buy all my favorites (obv saying it’s for the baby) and then making him read them to me. It’s my DREAMMM. Pls- joon with his deep voice, making impressions and all, with me tucked under his arm😭😭 All of it🥺 ‘thinks it’s unfair how you get unlimited time with your baby and demands he gets one on one time with them; makes you put on headphones and play music so he can spend time and talk with them without you intruding’ Seokjin wt*. Why would you do that? But u know what he would Seokjin why you like that smh 'tries to act all nonchalant but every time he talks about you and your baby his hand ends up clutching his chest and he has this undeniably soft fond smile etched across his face' DON’T don’t make me smile that stupid smile. Yoongi is the dad of my dreams (not mine ofc) and this made me all soft and mushy inside. HOBIiii!!!! ‘would be even more terrified than you if you ever fell; like after the shock's worn off and you're calm again he's definitely gonna make you go to the hospital just to make sure everything's okay even if you told him you felt fine’ Now I want a scenario based on this (actually with all of them) Not the sonogram 😩🥺 And Jimin. I can clearly see him fretting over his s/o doing absolutely anything. ‘thinks it’s cute when you start needing help to stand up; sometimes he’ll just sit back giggling and watch for a while as you try to get up on your own before stepping in and helping you; videos the experience and shows it to his friends’ This is a very specific scenario you’ve created and will forever remain in my heart. Not the notebook😩🥺🥺🥺. Babe why you playing with my heart?!! Okay but now I am imagining a tired Jimin dead with all the work and uncle yoongi building the crib for his liddol baby niece or nephew with a smile hidden in the corners of his pretty lips I’m here for the caring Jimin, and if I can’t have this, at least pleasee someone kidnap me and put me in his pocket. Tae as a father😩🥺😭😍 I feel like he’s gonna follow all those traditions or myths atl least to some extent. And idl that seems soo funny to me. Okay but him holding his child🥺😭😭 and his s/o 🥺🥺😭😭…and singing lullabies to them. I have had a very specific scenario in my head for quite some time and you gave me those feels again ‘starts calling you ms penguin bc of the way you waddle walk when your belly gets too big’ I love penguins. I love him. 👀👀 ngl I saw something about water births a while back and thought they were interesting. ‘sits bam down and has a conversation with him about how he’s gonna have a baby brother or sister and what’s gonna be expected of him when the time comes; it’s definitely more of a pep talk for him than the dog’ 🤣🤣🤣 You’re responsible for getting me hyped up before sleep. Now what do I do with my mind and all the silly thoughts and scenarios inside it?!

this how i think bts would be if you were pregnant

namjoon:

he’s kind of clumsy and brutish by nature so he would try his absolute hardest to be quiet gentle and out of the way when it comes to you

reads to your baby every night once their hearing develops; goes through tons of children’s books and buys the ones that have all the messages and lessons he wants his child to learn so you now have a very large carefully curated library in the nursery

your pregnancy becomes his new j hope like he’s gonna mention it at every given opportunity whether it’s related to the topic at hand or not

comes back with a new baby item every time you send him to the store; you have to draw the line once he starts buying jars of baby food just bc they’re cute and little

not too keen on going into the whole birthing thing blind so he persuades you into taking lamaze classes with him

seokjin:

has one of them pregnancy apps downloaded and updates you each week on which fruit your baby is the size of

thinks it’s unfair how you get unlimited time with your baby and demands he get one on one time with them; makes you put on headphones and play music so he can spend time and talk with them without you intruding

puts himself in charge of your diet; looks up different ingredients that are supposed to be good for you and the baby and makes recipes centered around that; feels guilty bc every once in a while he cooks something that baby decides they do NOT like at ALL and it makes you sick

once your baby starts kicking he lets them make final decisions on things y’all can’t or don’t feel like deciding on; what shirt should he wear today? baby chooses. can’t choose a restaurant for dinner? baby chooses. accent color for the nursery? baby chooses.

tbh his favorite thing about you being pregnant is that when y’all go out he gets to park in the spaces that be up front for expecting mothers

yoongi:

when you get to be too much for him he always threatens that he’s gonna go to the store to “get milk”

all you’d have to do is give him a theme and a color scheme for the nursery and he’d take care of the rest; would give your baby the childhood room of your dreams

always 10 steps ahead in planning; like you’re trying to figure out if it’s acceptable go out with your jeans unbuttoned bc they is not fastening no matter how hard you try and he’s trying to figure out if y’all should move bc he likes the school that’s zoned for the neighborhood 5 blocks away

tries to act all nonchalant but every time he talks about you and your baby his hand ends up clutching his chest and he has this undeniably soft fond smile etched across his face

daily foot and back massages and belly rub downs with stretch mark cream

hoseok:

most likely to get on your nerves; like most of time he is rainbows and sunshine and the absolute light of your life; but he gon catch you on the wrong day, a day when you’re already in a bad mood and your back hurts and your feet are swollen and he’s gon be hopping around making sound effects and you’re gonna absolutely lose it; he’ll try not to take it personally but you’re gonna have to give him quite a few kisses and cuddles to make up for your raging

would be even more terrified than you if you ever fell; like after the shock's worn off and you're calm again he's definitely gonna make you go to the hospital just to make sure everything's okay even if you told him you felt fine

carries the sonogram in his wallet front and center in the space where his ID should be for easy access to show any and everyone who asks about how you’re doing

buys all kinds of designer things for your baby; you have to beg him to stop spending thousands of dollars on clothes and shoes that are only gonna fit for a month and a half at best

has more of a nesting phase than you i think; like nursery is fully completed, go bag is ready, baby’s clothes are washed and organized, all the little gadgets, diaper genies, bottle warmers, etc are set up and placement tested for maximum efficiency by month 6

jimin:

the type to be uncomfortable with you doing anything; like if it was up to him you’d be in bed the entire time; you have to remind him that you’re pregnant not dead but you take it easy and let him help you as much as possible to ease his nerves

thinks it’s cute when you start needing help to stand up; sometimes he’ll just sit back giggling and watch for a while as you try to get up on your own before stepping in and helping you; videos the experience nd shows it to his friends

goes to every one of your doctor’s appointment with a notebook full of questions about your’s and the baby’s health and writes all the answers down very meticulously

spends like 3 hours building the crib for the nursery; there’s so much grunting going on that you’re concerned HE might be going into labor; gets inside the crib after he’s finally finished building it to prove to you how sturdy it is; ends up taking a nap inside of it bc he didn’t realize how laborious it was gonna he

completely empathetic to your experience so he’s up when you’re up no matter how late it is; will literally get up at 4am to get you a bottle of water and make you a snack and rubs your shoulders and back until you can fall asleep again

taehyung:

his hand stays on your belly the whole 9 months; like you’ll be 6 weeks looking completely regular trying to keep it a Secret until you make it out your first trimester but everyone is suspicious bc taehyung will just come up and start rubbing your tummy whenever he sees you

tries on your nursing bra and would be walking around the house flipping the cover off showing you his nipples at odd times

starts picking out names immediately; at the end of the day he’s always gonna yield to you bc he wants you to be happy but he really really wants to name his child

plays so much classical music bc he heard it makes the baby smarter that you start to feel like you live in the 18th century

knows he isn’t the best at cooking but wants to be better for his baby so he spends like 2 weeks perfecting his baby formula bottle making method

jungkook:

doesn’t understand how anyone could have the type of cravings you have but his curiosity is too strong and he tries each of one them; finds the peanut butter covered pickles absolutely disgusting but rocks with the dessert pasta

starts calling you ms penguin bc of the way you waddle walk when your belly gets too big

lactation kink

would be deep diving on the internet researching various things about pregnancy and then spend the next 4 months trying to convince you to do a water birth bc he thinks it would be “cool”

sits bam down and has a conversation with him about how he’s gonna have a baby brother or sister and what’s gonna be expected of him when the time comes; it’s definitely more of a pep talk for him than the dog

a/n: me posting this is just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you anyway 🫣 thoughts comments concerns are welcome

[linniewrites]

We all have our issues | Chapter 1

idol!jungkook x chubby!student!reader

Summary : you sleep over at Jungkook’s for the first time, and realize that you do, indeed, see him as more than a friend.

Words : 2,147

Warnings : age gap (Jk is 25 while oc is 20), anxiety, skin picking, fear of dogs (?), insecurities.

Notes : jk’ s whipped and has her as “baby” in his phone, oc’s anxious even when everything’s fine, but she’s cute and has skincare so she’s happy, she’s also whipped. And she loves Bam.

JK🎸

i’ll be here in five

i’m here

You put your phone in the pocket of your jacket and grab your keys from the counter before heading out and locking the door behind you. A smile etched onto your face when you saw your friend dressed in an all black outfit, just like you and waved shyly at him.

“Hi.”

“Hey, how’re you ?”

“Good. Nervous.”

He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. “Don’t be, my son’s a good boy.”

“I’m sure he is. I just get a little nervous around dogs.” The elevator opened so you both walked in and clicked the lobby button so you could get out of the building. Tonight was going to be your first time at Jungkook’s place, you’d quickly became friends after your first meeting, and you’d been talking for a few weeks. Whenever you hung out, it was either at your apartment, or small parks and places he knew. You really wanted this to go well, so you’d gotten a really cute outfit, even though you were a bit nervous about wearing it out, you still opted for it after a sudden hit of confidence. You had a skin tight black Calvin Klein shirt, low rise black jeans and chunky black sneakers, all that covered by an oversized black jean jacket. While waiting for the elevator to stop, you fiddled with your hoop earring, pulling and twisting at it, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on yours, stopping your movements.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” You quickly pulled your hand away and looked down, embarrassed.

“Right…”

The elevator dinged, and your eyes almost came out of your skull when you reached the black Mercedes car. It was definitely not something you could afford, or had ever been in. The tattooed man opened the door and winked at you before closing it and doing a cute walk back to his side of the car.

You put your seatbelt on and giggled when he sat down behind the wheel and turned on the LED lights a bright pink.

“I like your car, it’s cool.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of getting a motorcycle, though.” He said, waiting for your opinion.

“They’re so dangerous.” The way his face fell physically made your heart ache, so you quickly continued. “But it would be pretty amazing, you’d look really cool. Plus, I know you’re careful.”

“Yeah, you’ve got to be with these things.”

The rest of the ride was filled with laughter and singing, mainly his, because you didn’t dare to try and sing in front of him. Turns out his apartment is a lot further away from yours than you thought, you noticed it is closer to your university though. Jungkook even offered to pick you up sometimes, so you wouldn’t have to take the bus, and you had accepted, only after making him promise it didn’t bother him. Once you were in front of Jungkook’s apartment door, he slowly turned to you and took your hands in his, bringing heat to your face.

“Okay. This is it. My humble little home.”

“Humble little home, huh ?” You teased.

“Yep.” He unlocked the door and let you walk in first. When he stepped behind, he looked around and took notice of his Doberman staring at you from his bedroom’s door frame.

He let out a laugh and called him over. “Bam ! Come here !” The dog happily hurried to his owner’s legs with wiggly tail and ears. “Okay, this…” He turned Bam’s head so he could get a good look at you. “Is my friend, ___. She’s real nice, so don’t scare her off.” You smiled and kneeled so you could let the dog sniff you. Ban walked to you and nudged your knee with his nose before raising his head and rubbing it against your tummy. “Hi Bam.” He barked softly at you, making you gasp and scratch behind his ear. “You’re such a nice boy, aren’t you ?”

“So… let me show you around.” Jungkook took a hold of your hand and guided you to the living area. “This is the living room. I guess…” The apartment made you laugh, it looked like a student apartment, light walls empty of any decorations, an empty hanger racks next to the couch, which was way too large to belong to a student. However, there was also workout gear right next to the television, which also looked really expensive. “The kitchen. We can cook something, or order out. Whatever you want.”

“Oh. Whatever’s best for you, I’m not complicated or anything.” You shrugged anxiously.

“___. Do you want to order out ? If not, I’ll cook something for you, I’m pretty good.”

“I swear, I don’t care.” As long as it doesn’t inconvenience him, you’d eat whatever.

“We’ll order out then.” He settled.

“Great.” Thank god you brought your wallet with you.

You ended up ordering two servings of spicy tteokbokki along with a bottle of iced tea to share. While waiting for it to happen, Jungkook had decided to put on Criminal Minds, only because he knew how much you liked it, he’d never seen it before, so you were really excited to show him the first seasons. You were sitting on the couch, knees to your chin and Jungkook’s arm around your body. You didn’t know it, but the singer kept taking peaks at your face, admiring you enjoying your favorite show. He found it funny that the show was about such awful things, but you listened to it so intently, and had even called it your comfort show. You looked so happy, so calm, Jungkook wished he could only ever see you like this, and never have you feel down, like you had the day you’d first met.

The doorbell rang, startling you, Jungkook took his arm off you and jumped over the couch to get to the door. While he was thanking the delivery man, you took a few bills from your wallet that was in your jacket and set them down on the table. Jungkook dropped the hot boxes in front of you, and quickly went to get glasses for you. When he came back he realized the money on the table wasn’t his so he handed it back to you.

“No, it’s for the food.”

“___, it’s my treat.” You shook your head, insisting he took your money. “It’s fine, I swear.” You ignored him and started opening the two boxes, putting one on your right for him, and filling his glass with the cold drink before starting with your own. He sighed in defeat and left the money where it was, and thanked you before sitting back down and digging in. He raised his glass to yours and tilted it with a smile. You did the same with yours and clinked them together, smiling cheekily. “Cheers.”

⭒

You clenched your eyes at the light the sun was letting in and spread your arms on the bed, feeling around for the teddy bear you usually slept with. Confused as to why you couldn’t find it, you slowly opened your eyes and frowned when you realized the bed you were resting in wasn’t yours. You sat up and took a look around the room, admiring the many Marvel figurines on the shelves. You remembered dinner with Jungkook last night, and cleaning up, as well as watching more episodes of your favorite crime show. But you didn’t remember coming in his bedroom. You stood up, ruffling your jeans to get comfortable in them, before slowly heading for bathroom. Your hair was a mess, so you wet your hands and tried to tame it with some water. When you deemed it was enough, you went to the living room.

“Kook ?” You called out, whispering. The closer you got closer to the living area, the louder the snoring sounded.

You walked to the couch and looked down at the man sleeping. Jungkook’s hair was a mess, he was wearing shorts and a large shirt and the beanie he had on last night was now discarded on the floor. You bent down to pick it up and since you didn’t know what to do, you sat down on the other side of the couch so you wouldn’t disturb your friend’s slumber. You knew Jungkook snored, you’d seen his friends mock him in videos, and he’d even told you himself, but it was still surprising. It was loud, very loud, but it was also so endearing, the way his nose scrunched up the same way as when he smiled too hard, made you want to place soft kisses all over his face. You decided to lay down on the couch, you brought your legs up to rest them under your chin and simply waited for your friend to wake up.

Bam whined when he heard the leather of the couch move and ran up to see who it was, as soon as he recognized you, he jumped on the couch and settled next to you, accidentally waking up his dad.

“Hi.” You said softly, a dumb smile on your face from Jungkook’s hair flying in all directions.

“Good morning.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned, sitting up. He patted his lap and whistled for his dog to give him a hug, which he happily did. “Do you want to eat something ?” He turned to you.

“No, thank you. I’m just gonna go home.” Your cheeks gained some warmth, which went unseen by him as you mumbled out the rest of your sentence. “Wanted to say hello to you first.”

He quickly stood up and walked to his kitchen counter to take his car keys. “I’ll take you home.” He said while struggling to slip his shoes on.

“Thanks.” Why are you feeling disappointed when you’re the one that said you wanted to leave ? He’s just being the kind, friendly soul he’s always been, so why does that sadden you ? Maybe, it’s because you don’t want him to waste his time with you, and you hoped he’d leave you alone. Truly, it’s because you wished he would ask you to stay, and cuddle him some more like you had yesterday when you fell asleep.

“My lady.” He opened the door for you and did an exaggerated reverence when you walked past him. You laughed and leaned against the wall while waiting for him to bid goodbye to his dog and lock the door behind him. “C’mon.” He turns to you and sigh. “___, you’re gonna be cold.” He zips your jacket up, shaking his head and flicking your nose with his finger when it’s fully closed. He wraps his arm around you and leads you to the elevator.

When the car reaches your apartment complex, he brings your face closer to his with his hand on the back of your head, and presses a loving kiss to your temple. “Bye bye.”

“Bye.” You open the door sheepishly and wave goodbye. You quickly walk inside the building and without looking back, climb into the elevator and soon enough, get inside your home. It’s a Saturday, so there’s not really anything you have to do, apart from cleaning a little, all of your assignments are finished, there’s no need for new groceries, you’re off work. You walk to your fridge and take a coke bottle into your hands before untwisting its cap and chugging the drink down your throat. That’s when a question stops you ; why’d you leave Jungkook’s apartment ? You’re only going to stay in bed the whole day, when you could’ve had fun with him. You decide to hop in the shower and rest in bed for the rest of the day. You use your time to your advantage, you wax your entire body, give your hair an oil bath and pamper your skin when you get out of the steaming room. One of the many sheet masks you’re putting away is said to be for combination skin and has a cute bunny draw on it, which takes your mind back to your tattooed friend. You swiftly snap a picture of it, but don’t press send and keep it in your album. Finally, you take your lip mask and spread a good glob of it on your lips before getting under your fluffy blanket to watch something on Disney+. Thank god for scholarships because if not for it, your job wouldn’t enable you to pay for everything you have, especially not your new phone, and expensive self-care products. After an afternoon watching Criminal Minds, and a very yummy dinner, you finally muster the strength to text Jungkook, selecting the picture you took earlier with a text.

baby🪽

i saw this and it made me think of you it’s so cute 🥹

i saw this and it made me think of yo

i saw this and it ma

i saw th

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♬ Summary: Seeing Jungkook practice makes Y/N needy. Even the timid can act spontaneous once in a while. 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

♬Genre: Established relationship, fluff, and smut 

♬ Warnings: Smut and swearing

♬ Part of, ‘ I fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan; The After Story

It is too early to be horny is what Y/N kept repeating to herself. She watched Jungkook dance with the others and for some reason this morning, she couldn’t control her thoughts. It all started when they were at home getting ready for the rehearsals this morning. A normal morning would be Jungkook getting ready for his day while Y/N made breakfast and took care of Bam. Today however, Jungkook changed things. 

When she walked into the kitchen she was shocked to see her boyfriend making food, shirtless and in his boxers. He wasn’t doing anything sexual, he was just being his cute self. It was very domestic and for some reason that turned her on. He didn’t notice the way she kept looking him up and down nor did he see her rubbing her thighs together. She was really good at hiding her feelings, even though Jungkook hates that she does that. She does use it to her advantage sometimes. 

She sat on the side trying to distract herself on her phone but nothing was working. She put her phone in her pocket as she started to play with her fingers. One of the staff members noticed the uneasiness on her face and made their way towards her with a worried face, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

She blinked her eyes and looked up at the staff with an embarrassed face, “I-I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure? You look a little flushed, do you want me to get you some water?” 

“No, thank you. I’m okay, thank you for your concern.” 

The staff nodded her head but she didn’t seem to be convinced by her performance. When she walked away out of Y/N’s earshot, she spoke into her radio to talk to Jungkook, “Neh, Jungkook, I think there’s something wrong with Y/N. I think you should check on her.”  

Jungkook raised his eyebrow at this and his focused gaze quickly turned into a concerned one. Y/N didn’t show any signs that she was sick that morning because if she was, he would’ve had her stay home. He looked at the guys who gave him a small nod and watched him run to his girlfriend. She seemed so fidgeting and he wondered if her social battery was low. Usually when she feels anxious, she gets fidgeting or she tries to escape with her music. He was even more worried now. 

Y/N heard footsteps and assumed it was another staff but when she looked up she saw her boyfriend's dark brown eyes looking into hers. She blinked her eyes until she let out a small gasp, “W-Why aren’t you practicing?” 

“Because I’m worried about you. The staff said there was something wrong, baby. Is everything okay?” 

Her face turned red and she looked away from his gaze causing him to raise his eyebrow, “I-I’m okay...” 

“That doesn’t sound convincing. What’s wrong Y/N?”

She looked back at him with an embarrassed look when he heard his serious voice. She sighed to herself and leaned forward taking off his ear piece (paranoid that someone was going to hear her), “I-I...I need you.” 

“Baby what? You need to speak up.” 

“Jungkook, I really want you to fuck me.” 

The silence was killing her but the blank look on Jungkook’s face made her feel ashamed. She brought her hands up to hide her face, feeling disgusted with herself. Jungkook just stared at her with pure shock on his face. Y/N saying that to him in a confident voice made him turn on now and he was going to fix that. 

“Say that again.” 

She slowly removed her hands from her face and looked at him with nervousness, “Y-You’re not disgusted?” 

Jungkook let out a dark chuckle and it made her feel more warm on the inside, “Baby, disgusted? Never towards you...now, say it again.”

Her chest felt heavy in this moment but she quickly shook it off and with the small amount of confidence she had left in her body, she spoke, “Jungkook, I really want you to fuck me.”

He nodded his head and looked at the guys who were watching them with pure concern. If only they knew what was wrong. He waved his hands at them and put on his serious look, “I’M GOING TO TAKE Y/N TO WASH HER FACE, I’LL BE BACK!” 

The rest of the guys nodded their heads at this and Jungkook leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Let’s take care of our problem, baby.” 

He gently picked her up bridal style and since everyone thought she was sick, no one thought twice about it. All the staff moved out of their way, worried about how fast Jungkook was moving. When they entered the bathroom (the one that was the furthest away from the stage), he quickly shut the door and locked it. He looked at her with excitement, “Baby, this is our first quickie. This is an important moment in our relationship.” 

“I don’t know how to respond to that...” 

He looked her up and down and saw a problem, “Baby, out of all the days to wear a romper...” 

She glanced down and looked at him with an embarrassed look, “I-I just grabbed the first thing I saw.” 

“Take it off.” 

She nervously nodded her head and started stripping. Jungkook sat on the toilet seat watching her take off the delicate lace off her body and the goosebumps that were appearing on her skin. The lighting of the bathroom showed off her soft skin, her hardened nipples and a small preview of how wet she was. What started off with him lazily stroking his cock quickly turned into him pumping himself faster as he watched her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at Jungkook pumping himself. She didn’t even hear him unzipping his pants. She glanced down at her socks and felt scared now. She has never done this before and she was having second thoughts.

“Baby? Are you okay?” 

She slowly looked up at him and bit her lip, “Isn’t this...disgusting to do?” 

He stopped pumping himself and looked at her with a serious look, “What do you mean?”

“It just feels nasty...you know to do it in a public place but I really want to...I just feel nasty.” 

He shook his head and got up from the seat (ignoring his hardness). He moved her arms and intertwined their fingers together, “Baby, it's not nasty okay. You're just needy and there’s nothing wrong with that. Trust me, okay. We can wait until we go home to do anything.” 

She glanced down at his hard cock and shook her head, “I-I really want this...I really want you.” 

He blinked his eyes at this and let out a small laugh. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck and placed a small kiss at a certain spot that made her shiver, “I fucking love you so much, Y/N L/N.”

“I love you too...Jeon Jungkook.” 

He moved his head to place his forehead against hers and they both smiled at each other. He leaned forward and placed a romantic kiss on her lips (despite how they looked). When he leaned away, he looked down at his watch and cussed under his breath, “Baby we need to do this now.” 

“O-Okay.” 

Jungkook sat on the toilet seat and patted his thighs, something that always made her feel shy. She made her way towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jungkook lifted her up a bit to have her sit right on top of his dick as she straddled him. She let out a small gasp at the feeling and Jungkook let out a small chuckle, “We have to be quiet baby...” 

She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. He raised her and lined himself to her hole. He looked up at her as she watched the whole thing happen. She looked at him and nodded her head, “I want it.” 

She sank down onto him and was sitting “normally”. Jungkook let out a sharp breath out as she leaned forward clenching his shirt tightly. He rubbed her hips gently as she got comfortable in the position, a position that she's been getting used to. She slowly started to move up and down in his lap and Jungkook had to bite his lip from letting out a moan. He squeezed her chest as he watched in awe as she rode him. He let her go at her pace but he couldn’t handle it anymore and he knew he had to head back soon. 

“God baby, you do everything so well,” Jungkook kissed her cheek and then pulled her in for another kiss. The kiss was very sloppy as their tongues slid against each other in a rushed manner. He pulled away and did something that he had never done before, he lifted her up as he stood up. Her eyes widened at the new feeling and held onto him tightly. Jungkook glanced at the mirror and seeing his cock in her sent him into a frenzy, “Hold on tight, baby.” 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and Jungkook started going at a fast pace. With every thrust he did, he felt her squeezing and hugging his cock just right. He glanced at the mirror and shook his head as he saw the scene before him. He didn’t dare to stop as she bit his shirt to hold in her moans, “Baby, cum on my cock.”

She let go of his shirt to let out a quiet moan (which shocked him) and he praised her through her orgasm until he was spilling deep inside her. Jungkook finally slowed down and came to a stop with their hips pressed together as he pumped into her. The small room was filled with their panting as they came down from their highs and the light flickering. Jungkook sat back down with his cock still inside her as he pushed some of her hair back, “Y/N don’t ever feel disgusted when you feel needy...” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head and kissed the side of her head, “Don’t say sorry. It will take time to get used to these new feelings but just know, I’ll always be there for you.” 

“I love you Jungkook.” 

“And I love you Y/N.” 

She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The couple sat there for a few minutes before he gently patted her back, “Are you okay now? Do you need more time?”

“I’m okay…you know what I was thinking about.”

He raised his eyebrow and kissed her cheek, “What?”

“I-I know I said no car sex but…I kinda want to experience everything with you.”

His eyes widened and he looked at her with an expression that she couldn’t read, “Baby, you can’t say shit like that when I’m inside you...I can’t fuck you again.”

“Can we do it more at home then?” 

“How can you be so cute when you have my cock in you?”

“Jungkook!”