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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years ago

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Hi BPP! Just wanted to ask how you’d do things if you were in my position. So my situation is very specific and I really don’t know my place in ARMY spaces. Here’s why:

1. My favorite dynamic among all bangtan pairings is definitely yoonmin. The constant bickering just makes me laugh so much and wish for more. I absolutely love how they just constantly challenge each other.

2. My biases are vmin. I resonate the most with Jimin. His existence makes me cry. I am in love with Tae. Everything about him makes me melt. Jimin is my person; Tae is the love of my life.

3. Lastly, I think jikook are dating…? I don’t actively seek their moments so I’m not really a shipper, I think. If anything, I’d be more of a yoonmin/vmin shipper because it’s their moments I look out for. But jikook is the one pair I keep side-eyeing because their interactions just bring out a lot of question marks in me. They have weeeeird energy, idk it’s hard to explain. How I feel is like how Seokjin reacted when Jimin was explaining the hickey (????) thing.

So to summarize, yoonmin gives me butterflies. vmin gives me a double serotonin boost. jikook makes me release an exasperated but endearing sigh (I say endearing because they’ve still become my top 3, not bcs of their dynamic—too cheesy for me lol—but bcs it seems they make each other the happiest).

Having mentioned all that, I find it really hard to express myself in ARMY member x member spaces (mostly on twitter).

Among yoonmin lovers, there’s a subgroup consisting of toxic taekookers hating on Jimin. Among jikook lovers, there’s a subgroup of toxic jikookers passive-aggressively hating on Tae.

I feel like I’m relatively safer among vminies in terms of interacting with genuine OT7 fans. BUT a chunk of vminies seem to have this annoying superiority complex over other shippers. A lot can’t even fathom shipping vmin romantically. Some of them sound almost homophobic, “u can’t assume they’re gay unless…” and it irks me especially as a queer person.

The thing is I prefer ship-focused spaces because the general non-shipping part of the fandom has the biggest superiority complex against pairing two people together. And they don’t seem to be genuinely open about the idea of the boys actually being queer. And I just don’t like that.

But it’s just so frustrating to not be able to express my love for my favorite duos without having to do it in separate accounts. And I still don’t feel safe even then, because I’m also second-guessing my audience, “u sure u really love jimin?” “u sure u aren’t token-stanning jungkook?” “u sure u aren’t token-shipping vmin?” “u sure u’re okay with them actually being queer?”

Sorry, you don’t really have to answer. Idk where I was going with this. I just like the thought of this reaching someone.

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Hi Anon,

I've got a few more asks in my inbox like yours, and I recall answering an ask very similar to this almost two years ago - all that to say, I get why you feel your situation might be unique to you and it feels isolating, but ARMY is a huge fandom and I promise you, whatever you're dealing with someone else has gone through before and found their tribe, for better or worse.

There's nothing more to it than curating your space. Someone doesn't think you like Jimin enough despite him being your bias? Unfollow and/or block them. A joker is being obnoxious with their hate boner for Tae? Hasta la vista. And so on. If you don't know these people enough to have a conversation around points of confusion or disagreement, why exactly should you hesitate to prune your online habitat? There's no shortcut to curating your space - you just have to lean into the people whose values align with yours, and cut off the dead weight.

Hopefully that should offer you some comfort.

One more thing I'll tell you now that I told those people then who have asked similar asks before:

If you're the sort of person who is sensitive to how other people think or what they say, being in any big fandom will be a very difficult experience for you. Anyone who is looking for a safe space in fandom is looking in the wrong place. You will always come across weirdos, people who lack basically every literacy skill, conspiracy theorists, and high conflict personalities who think everyone's talking about them or that they're the only people brave enough to obsess over 'taboo' topics. It's enough for you to identify these sorts of people when you come across them, determine for yourself if their values align with yours, if they base their actions in fact and respect for the guys, and act in whatever way that maximizes your peace of mind. It could be a slow process, but with practice you'll get it. Taking frequent breaks and making ARMY friendships offline could help too.

I liked reading your ask because you seem to already have a clear idea of what you like, what you think, and why, but you don't seem like a very assertive person so what I would do might not be practical for you. So I hope all the above are better options for you.

Good luck. 💜

#bts #bts shipping #fandom behaviour #bts army #bts fandom

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leenaur143 · 4 months ago

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Happy birthday to everyone's favourite pudding 😋

Where do I start? Let's just say I am forever grateful for finding this little man way back when because I have not only found comfort and happiness listening to him, I have learnt so much about being yourself and being kind to others in ways that don't appear to be conventional or common. He has taught me how to be a better friend and a better person through how he always tells us to be honest (unless you're talking to kim seungmin 🫶) and genuine and walk your own path even when the one everyone else is walking seems easier and nicer to follow along.

His smile and his jokes are the bane of my existence because they hit harder than serotonin, as cliché as it sounds, he is my rainbow on a rainy day, quiet before the storm and ray of light shing through when it snows. When he came to London earlier this year for the Gucci show I don't think people understand how happy I was; not only having him in my city, but seeing him shining by himself in a scary, new yet so exciting situation was just... straight up inspiring. He did himself, Stay and the members so so so proud, as we all hoped and whenever I see him wearing the brand (like in the wkorea and rolling stone shoots!!) my heart smiles because he deserves all good things.

The way he takes care of the members in his own unique way, and how he understands that life doesn't start and stop at being a part of Stray kids is so refreshing. Him bringing his friends to come meet the members so often, so much so that Hannie is just going out with them even without Lino 🤣 is just so endearing. He brings the people he loves up with him and never leaves anyone behind which is why I know he is one of the realest people out there. His friends performing with him and going to concerts is just so lovely to see as a fan because this is when our Lino is finally in his element, in his happiness, and we couldn't be happier for him as a result 🩷

His music 🥺 can we have a moment of collective Limbo-high-notes to just appreciate how talented this man is?! My Lino bops playlist (linked above) is too scarce to do justice to his voice but alas not all of his sound is available on spotify. His most latest solo track 😉Y😝O��️U😁T😎H😼 shfhshdhs I've been quoting his "FUN! 🤗" at the randomest times this week and I'm listening to it rn as I am typing this shfjsjs - how can you listen to him or watch him perform without being filled with so much warmth??? Alas, the 'Love me or Leave me' cover is still my favourite but we need more Lino covers!!!!!!! SINGER MINHO IS MY FAVEEEE 🫶

🕺🕺🕺🕺 Danceracha leader Lee Knowwww!!! My friend sent me a tiktok the other day of all of predebut minho's dancing when he was planning on becoming a choreographer and... WHY HAS HE ALWAYS BEEN THIS TALENTED???? The way he moves is as if he's telling a story through his motions, it's so beautiful to watch and I know I definitely pale in his comparison but I love dancing watching his videos and learning the choreo for the A sides through him, I don't really know why it's always him but dbfjnss I love the energy and I'll give it a go.

Anyways, sorry for the yapping but I hope he has a wonderful day and an even better year ahead 💖 Love you Lee Know

#stray kids #happy birthday lee know 💜#lee know #loml #Spotify

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featherchan · 9 months ago

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🏠 REST /For Rai and Kanako, Vigilante/Mutant verse of course!

[ Vigilante prompts / @champiionic / No Longer Accepting! ]

🏠 REST - Your muse crashes my muse’s place after a rough patrol

[ P.S : Do not turn this ask into a thread without asking first 😉 ]

Spider-Lily, is a defender who lurks within the shadows, protecting both mankind and the demon world, which is divided by a veil. In a twist of fate, the heroine and her friend, Onyx, find themselves transported to another world, a realm existing beyond the confines of their own time and dimension. As they pursued a demon with the power to open portals, the duo found themselves trapped on an alternate Earth, designated Earth-XXXX. This Earth was strikingly similar to their own, yet also distinctly different.

On this new Earth, they lost track of the demon they were pursuing and were stranded with no way to return home. Working together to solve their predicament. Their demonic senses suddenly went haywire, leading them to a young man named Raimundo Pedrosa. Similar to Onyx, he has a symbiotic being, which bonded with him. However, this being originated from outer space rather than the underworld. As expected, the three of them began to clash and throw accusations, misled by their demonic senses and his venom. But when the heroes were called into action, they soon realized that they were all on the same side, the side of good. Joining arms, they began to rely on one another, transitioning from mere partners into close friends.

The initial few months were challenging on this new Earth. However, with the assistance of their new friend, they learned how to survive living on the streets and were given a place to stay. In return, Spider-Lily and Onyx helped Raimundo gain better control and discipline over his newfound powers, including his ally, Venom.

The exhausted Lioness stumbled home from her part-time job, where she worked to keep a roof over their heads. And from a short patrol, where she encountered a second-rate supervillain. Her body was sore, as during the fight, Spider-Lily was tossed around and beaten down like a rag doll, but she managed to fight back and return the beating. Being warmly welcome home. The raven collapsed onto the lumpy sofa and happily joined Raimundo to watch a movie, anything to end the day with a dose of serotonin to recharge her humanity.

But midway through the movie, Kanako must have dozed off because she was shaken to wake up. The Lioness purrs as she pleads for another five more minutes, as the pillow she was hugging and snuggling on feels firm but warm and comfortable. She even swore that she could hug it forever. And when she finally woke up, she opened her eyes and found herself sleeping on top of the brunette. Causing the raven to nearly shriek, as she rapidly sat upright and began profusely apologizing to him. "Rai-Raimundo, I'm so sorry..." Before she notices the drool stain on his shirt, her face turns pale, and she almost lets out another shriek again. "Did I drool on you?" Without waiting for a reply. "Gosh! I'm so-so sorry..." Was anything going right for her today? "Let me wash this right away..." Still half asleep with half a brain cell functioning, she proceeded to lift his shirt without thinking. And as if Kanako's life were a sitcom, Noburu returned unexpectedly from her part-time job, bringing dinner in tow. Soon, frozen, looking like a deer in a headlight, unsure of what she had just stumbled into. She gingerly backed away from the living room. As she took note of this, Kanako's mind slowly regained consciousness, as her scattered thoughts began to connect. Soon, a blush crept across her face as she reached out her hand and called out to her best friend. "Wait! This isn't what it looks like!" Unfortunately, it was too late. Slumping back onto the lumpy sofa, she screamed into the cushioned pillow, thankfully muffling the sound. Seriously. Can her day get any worse?

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sweetkpopmusings · 2 years ago

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i'm (sort of) back ! :-)

hi lovelies !!! ahhhhh it has been FAR too long :,-( i really didn't mean to take a four-month hiatus, but life genuinely made it so difficult for me to spend time on this blog (even though all i wanted to do was write) </3

thankfully, i'm finally coming out of the writer's/energy block i've been trapped in for the past few months. while i won't be able to post regularly because of all the life things i have going on (i'm about to move halfway across the country and start a new job), i will be posting here and there! i've been writing a bit during the hiatus, and i'm finishing some of those pieces now. i'm actually going to post one shortly after this post! :,-)

as for requests, i'm SO sorry that i disappeared on them. i promise i'll take care of them; i want to make sure they're good for y'all, so i'm taking my time to ensure i can bring you the utmost comfort, especially as you've been waiting for quite some time!

finally, thank you so so much for continuing to interact with and support my work while i've been away !! there are 460 of you now, and i'm so, so honored to share this comfort corner of the internet with you <33333 i hope my existing works have brought you serotonin and comfort, and that my upcoming posts will do the same :,-)

that's it from me for now! i hope you are having a lovely day/night, and i am wishing you all the best dreams with your biases <33

#sweetkpopmusings chats

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heart-waves · 4 years ago

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bradford:

me apparently:

im . v v v fixated on bradford rn... so much....... he is easily my biggest comfort chara rn and im just 🥺🥺🥺💕 i don't. normally fixate on familial faves but im,, love him,,,,

#his existence. brings me comfort............. serotonin..........#✨ 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍 ✨

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tsaritza-mika · 3 years ago

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The Main 6 As Pet Parents

Oh the serotonin these images grant me... ^o^

Asra

Used to cast tiny emoji illusion spells on Fausts’ egg before she hatched so the conversations wouldn’t feel so one-sided

It was totally love at first sight when she hatched. The moment he saw those tiny ruby eyes looking up from her egg, he’d do anything and everything for this tiny wonder

Had let baby Faust take naps while hidden in the floof that is his hair. It was especially good when it was cooler out, so she could still be close, hidden, and sun adjacent

Asra teared up somethin’ fierce when he first heard her tiny voice call out to him. He knew what it meant, and it was such a relief and comfort at the time

Also had to go back and correct her, because let’s be real here, Faust’s first word was a bad one XDDD

Kept her egg and used magic to carefully preserve it in its original shape, and on her first birthday, Faust chose the colors, and Asra painted and decorated it

Like most parents, Faust was gifted with so many adorable tiny sweaters, capes, hats, collars, and anything else Asra could make into something fashionable-looking

Nadia

Her heart melted the first time she watched Chandra’s tiny head swiveling all around after first bringing her home. It was so adorable she just had to give her a treat for existing

Was then horrified the first time she heard such an adorable little owlette screech like the howling of the damned!! How could something that precious let out sounds from the depths of Hell!?

Poured all her free time into making little toys and puzzles for her to solve and play with. Also took a lot of notes when it seemed she liked one for more than a few hours. Obviously it’s research into making more perfect toys for her

Felt honored when Chandra gifted her with a perfect feather on her birthday

Shared nuts and fruits during relaxation times

You’d be lying if you said Nadia doesn’t ask Chandra her opinion on what jewelry goes best with what outfits. Chandra knows her best after all, so she would know

Nadia will deny it until after the end of time itself, but she HAS tried to see what her baby crown looks like on Chandra’s head. She has totally NOT done this. It would be so undignified and demeaning ...it does look adorable on her little feathered head though

Julian

Let’s be real here, Malak was *not* a pretty baby bird XDDDD Baby ravens are terrifying looking, but you try telling that to this tall crying man as he holds that little screeching floof-ball in his hands

Complete and total balancing act between scientific approach (occasional growth measurements, exact nutritional needs at varying ages), with total softy for his little bundle of paranoia (tiny sweaters until more feathers grow in, can’t deny him anything he wants to try eating, soooooo many puzzle toys)

Was very nervous when Malak started showing signs of trying to fly. He didn’t want him to get hurt, so he was only allowed to try after the ground was littered with pillows

Just, the proudest bird-dad when Malak was finally strong enough to fly without help. So much telling him how proud he was and how strong those little wings have gotten... HE’S NOT CRYING, HE’S JUST GOT SOMETHING IN HIS EYES!!

Used to have a tiny harness/jacket with a leash to make sure Malak stayed close by. Didn’t want him to fly off and get lost in unfamiliar places

The look of absolute joy on Julian’s face when petting this little birdie, and then seeing him lean into the scritches and his tail feathers flapping... chef’s kiss

They totally make weird noises together. Come on, none of us are shocked, so don’t even try

Portia

Silent screaming the first time Pepi had a very tiny tongue blep. In fact, most of her life has now become silent screams at this tiny creature and her existence

Has way too much fun watching her hop through the tall flowers in her garden

ALL THE TOYS!! SO MANY TOYS!!!

Cat collar fashion show~!!! As if Portia could only pick one! This one has little daisies on it, that one has little fish bones, and that one...<gasp>...RHINESTONES FOR A LITTLE PRINCESS!!!

The most gentle of chiding when Pepi started trying to use her bedpost as a scratching post. It only happened a few times, and sometimes while holding her, Portia goes back to her bedroom to show her the tiny scratch marks

It’s official from day one: Pepi has her own photo gallery. She’s just perfect from every angle!!

Totally used a small molding pan to make a blended seafood dinner in the shape of a fish for Pepi’s birthdays. Yes, there were also tiny party hats and a candle involved. There may also be a photo of the year Pepi got too close and her little eyebrow whiskers melted off...

Muriel

Muriel is the literal picture of the ‘I’ve only had her for a day but if anything ever happened to Inanna, I’d kill everyone here and then myself’ meme. Not really, but the threat is enough to stop anybody who might try being that stupid

Absolutely incapable of hiding the smile when she hops to keep up with his long stride because puppies can’t run just yet

The best thing ever is when he notices that her ears and paws are SO BIG when she’s still so little

Will very much hold the other end of the tug-of-war rope in his mouth and softly growl when they play, but only if he’s sure they’re alone

It only took one time for Muriel to decide that shared bath time is both easier, and an overall time saver. Also it leaves his room far less wet than the first time

Has, and will always mimic her movements on the floor when it’s playtime. This will always end with smiles and quiet laughter

Nearly cried when she came over whining after he accidentally hurt himself while making food. Her concern was so sweet and selfless, and when she tried to help kiss it better... Inanna got special treats later

Lucio

The moment he first saw those twin mis-matched eyes, he knew it was destiny. These were his babies, and they were perfect

Had a literal identity crisis when Mercedes nipped Melchior’s ear. His baby boy is hurt, but...THE PRINCESS!! HOW DOES ONE CHOOSE BETWEEN TWO PERFECT BABIES!?

Nothing but the best available dog food. Top of the line, best nutrition and health needs met. But what’s this? You want a piece of Daddy’s steak? Yes of course we can share, my darlings!!

Soooo many joint portraits with the three of them. Every holiday card, fashion photos, and any random selfies has to have all three of them sharing the glory

Went through so many varying collars before finally commissioning the golden ones with the rubies. Finally, collars that are just as beautiful and perfect as his babies

Totally takes it as a compliment when they howl alongside Daddy when he sings in the bath/shower

The best time of day is when it’s time for walkies~!! It let’s the babies exercise, and let’s Daddy get some fresh air

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #nadia satrivana #the arcana nadia #julian devorak #the arcana julian #ilya devorak #the arcana ilya #portia devorak #the arcana portia #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana muriel #count lucio #lucio morgasson #the arcana game lucio #montag morgasson #headcanons

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always-andromeda · 2 years ago

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– 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭・2,792

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲・Identifying with people has never been Hank's strong suit. But fictionalizing them can help, until one day, it doesn't. Perhaps, this is the push Hank needs to begin to build something new; something that doesn't have to be fiction.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞・this fic is dedicated entirely to @starshapedstickerss!! today is this lovely soul's birthday and I wanted to write a special little something just for her to commemorate the occasion!! the title of this fic is based on the song starflower by raveena. it's one of my favorite songs to listen to when I need comfort and it absolutely reminds me of you, my wonderful star. happy birthday, my friend!! hope you enjoy the fic and have a fantastic birthday!! ☺️

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・basically none? vague mentions of romance but this is mostly a sweet little meet-cute with bits of angst and fluff sprinkled throughout!

Routine is the killer of all good things. At least that's what Hank tells himself. That's how he hopes that his habit will go away. He hates calling it that, actually. It makes him feel like a voyeur. A strange man sitting in the park. At least a dozen derogatory descriptors and comparisons float through his mind. Hank would rather call himself a watcher. Or perhaps, a documentarian. What exactly is he documenting? He can never be quite sure, the fixation changes fairly often.

Except for this once.

The park is a good place to people watch. He can keep his head down for a while, earbuds plugged into his phone; playing the soundtrack to his own internal nature program. Here, we have children playing with their parents. See how the adult human lifts its young into the air, twirling it around and listening to it squeal in delight. Research has shown that these activities bring a rush of chemicals like serotonin and dopamine, resulting in an immense feeling of happiness.

Only half reading the novel in his lap, Hank takes note of each little interaction he bears witness to. He doesn't quite realize it's happening, but as he skims the novel, he finds himself placing the faces of the strangers he sees into the shoes of each character. For some reason, it's easier for him to sort each of them out that way; easier for him to identify with them.

Suddenly, he sees the kindly old man who owns a deli in the novel having the same hooked nose and well groomed mustache as the man selling balloons for children beside the park's water fountain. The woman who hosts weekly story times for the children on the lawn turns into the fictional landlady who constantly hounds the main character about when rent is due. And the main character...

Well, the main character is you.

He hadn't meant for it to happen, really. Hank had managed to keep the main character faceless. They simply waltzed through the fictional land on the page, shifting the world around them and making their own way. No one that he'd seen in all his days at the park had given him that same feeling.

Not until you walked across the grass a few feet away from him, traveling in a straight and sure line until you got to the ducks beside the pond. There you sat with your back turned to him, gazing out over the water and throwing seeds for the ducks to consume. You completed the little mission like it was vital to your existence and chuckled each time a duck came to feed on seeds directly from your palm. Everything else quickly melted away as soon as you came along. Everyone else was merely your supporting cast of characters, the park a setting for your trials and tribulations.

The way you walked with a certainty in your steps entranced him. The way your coat fluttered with the wind with a flair to it. But, at the same time, Hank never thought you'd let that stance fill you with cockiness. At least he hoped so. Judging by the act of feeding the ducks, Hank determined that you're kind; a balance between something valiant and benevolent.

After the first time, Hank didn't think he'd see you again. Nonetheless, you'd left your mark on him. It was easy to picture you as the determined main character of his novel. It only became easier when you came back. Every Friday afternoon, you graced the park with your presence, returning to feed the ducks. Hank had quickly realized that he'd have a little over an hour or so to observe you until a particularly harsh breath of the chilly afternoon air invaded the atmosphere. It was enough to go through a handful of chapters in his book. The entire way, he’d glance back and forth between the text and you, plucking you from the grass and placing you snugly between the pages of the story. Then you'd pull your jacket up to cover a bit more of your neck. That was the sign that told him you'd be leaving soon; too cold to stick through the weather.

In a way, it's his strange routine. By the end of the month, he'd hoped that he'd get bored of this activity. Someone else would come along and capture his attention. However, though you have no idea of it, you are relentless.

It was even easier to see a lot of himself in the nervous next-door neighbor who obviously had a crush on the main character. He almost dreaded the moment that romantic subplot became more relevant. Because that was the moment that the naive and nervous neighbor had done something Hank could never scrap together the courage to. He'd actually spoken to the main character. He took a leap of faith and landed perfectly because the author had made it so. Because what kind of story would it be if there wasn't terribly indulgent romance thrown in? What kind of pathetic character would the neighbor be if he didn't overcome his own insecurities to complete a character arc? Then he'd be me, he realized miserably, two dimensional, paper thin, and gone with a gust of wind. Just like you.

Hank should've been ecstatic for the slow burn romance to have tied up its taut threads. Instead, it filled him with spikes of shame, guilt, and anxiety that swirled in his mind as he laid in bed; all of the usual suspects that came with his disconnection with the world. Because no matter how much he tried to understand it, life wasn't a linear plot that he could dissect and decipher. Life is relentless. In some way, you remind him of that; that no matter how much he tries to contain your image in the pages, he'll never be that neighbor. He'll always be the stranger. The voyeur.

With the book now finished and closed, Hank sets it on his nightstand. He stares out the window across from his bed. On the other side of the street below his apartment is that park. And the longer he lies in bed, thinking about the ending of his book, the more he drives himself insane. For a moment, he feels like fiction too; being compelled by some hand to rise out of bed, sliding his slippers on and slipping his arms through each of the sleeves of his flannel bathrobe.

With barely another thought about the strange look of his choice of evening wear, Hank finds himself riding the elevator down to the lobby of his apartment building and walking straight out the door. With each foot planted firmly on the ground before him, he waltzes directly towards the bench in front of the pond; the place where you usually sit. He settles on the freezing metal and runs a shaking hand through his hair before shoving his hands in the warm pockets of his robe.

Hank watches the still water, only occasionally disturbed by stray ripples. The light from park lamps lining the perimeter dance across the surface, twinkling with each little wave. He's not quite sure what he was expecting. Maybe some fresh air; a new perspective? Maybe if he stared into the water for long enough, he'd find some sort of answer to his problems. Something in his reflection could show him how he was going about this whole endeavor in the exact wrong way the entire time.

But he did something he found himself doing far too often now. He thought about you. Or, perhaps it was the utter lack of you. Both in the park and in his perception. It was strange. There was simultaneously everything and nothing to mourn. He'd turned you into a character. A figment of his imagination. Who knew if you were really brave, kind, and determined like the version Hank had pictured in his head? He sure didn't. All he had was this bench and the water before him. Somewhere deep down, he hopes that you'd sat in his same spot so many times that the bench would have molded itself to you; would have developed some strange sort of muscle memory and replicated the shape of your being to offer him some comfort. But that eludes him too. It fluttered away along with everything else he once believed.

He adjusts his robe around his neck, finally feeling the late night chill so deeply that it makes his fingers stiff like ice. He's close to leaving, seconds away from concluding this lonely chapter with an even lonelier sentence: None of it was real to begin with.

"Oh, would you like me to leave you alone?" came a startled voice, "I can do that if you'd rather be alone."

Hank whips his head towards the sound. There you are. Shoes planted firmly in the damp grass a few feet away from him, dark rimmed eyes staring expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. A better plot twist than any other one he's read.

"No!" Hank blurts before softening his tone when he notices you jump, "No. You don't have to go. There's room for two." He managed to put on a polite little smile at the end. One that you hesitantly returned, still weary at his slight outburst.

For a few moments, you sit together, shoulders separated by a few inches from each other. Hank spares a sideways glimpse at you and sees you tilting your head back. Quite the opposite from all the times he'd observed you watching the water.

Hank clears his throat and says the first thing that comes to his mind, "Sure is cold out, tonight, huh?" He sounds old, ancient, practically geriatric with such a lame statement.

But you take it in stride and reply, "Yeah, but I don't mind."

With your own hands shoved in your pockets, Hank notices that your jacket is new; heavier and probably better insulated. It's small, but it makes him sniff for some reason.

You turn to look at him. "You look like you're freezing cold," you say with concern.

Hank parrots you, "Yeah, but I don't mind."

You let out a small chuckle. "Touché."

Your eyes squint as you search for the next thing to say. Then, as they adjust more to the darkness, they fill with a glimmer of recognition. "Oh, you're that guy I see around here every week!"

"What?" Hank says in a small voice. This is where he's found out; where he is revealed as the strange, lonely man he is. He is fully expecting the weight of disgust to settle in when your bright tone bursts the bubble of tension surrounding his thoughts.

"Yeah, the guy with the book! You always have your headphones in so I never wanted to bother you. But that book you've been reading, I've always wanted to ask what you thought of it!" you chirp.

"What I...thought of it?"Hank asks slowly. "Why?"

"That sounds weird, doesn't it? I just wondered because I read it ages ago and I've never seen anyone else reading it," you say while twiddling with your fingers, picking with your cuticles the same way he does. You add quickly, "I liked it! Though I think the main character was a little bit of a Mary Sue, ya know? I thought the cute neighbor was pretty interesting though. He probably should've been the focus, his story was way more interesting."

"Oh...I–"

You barely let him get a word out before you're talking again, "I'm so sorry. I'm rambling now and I don't even know if you've finished it yet or not. I just...I just like the idea of talking about it with someone."

Letting the words hang gently in the air, Hank blinks hard. "You don't have to apologize," he assures you. "I've finished it. Just tonight, actually. I've been thinking about it too; the ending."

You make a face. "Oh, I think the ending was just disappointing."

"Why?"

"It was so...unoriginal? The main character barely even acknowledges the neighbor until the absolute last second. And then when they do...you almost start to feel bad for him? He deserves better, ya know? He deserves someone who will actually see him and acknowledge his existence. Not someone who'll settle with him just because it's convenient," you rant, barely taking a breath between sentences like you'd contemplated the ideas for a long time before this point.

Hank chuckles dumbly at the comedic timing of the whole scene. You glance over at him with a flash of worry. "What?"

"Nothing...I was just thinking that..." Hank sniffs and lays his head back, just like you had minutes before. He watches his breath billow out of his nose in faint clouds, watches the way they dissipate into the inky midnight sky. Then he clears his throat and starts again, "I thought that the neighbor was a kind of...pitiful. He spends so long idealizing this person that he's so close to. Yet he can't manage to take that leap. But when he does it's just so hollow. He could've been spending all that time getting to know the main character, but instead he just..." Hank swallows hard. "He worries."

You gaze up at the same sky with him now, breathe the same air, and ruminate on the same thoughts. You speak again, "Then maybe they're both flawed. Maybe they both have their own things to sort out. Maybe the story continues after the last page and we just don't get to see it. Maybe that's just for them to figure out for themselves."

At the same time you both look towards each other. And in that moment, he can truly see you while you see him. And he smiles.

"Maybe," he replies then snorts, "But then again, they're not real. Can't be much of a life if there's no one around to read it."

"It doesn't mean no one would want to read it. It just means it hasn't been written yet."

Hank can't think of anything to top that. So he rolls the dice once more and asks the first thing that rolls onto the front burner of his mind, "What are you doing out here tonight anyways? It's almost midnight."

You gasp, "Oh! Wait a second!" Then you pull a phone out of one of your jacket pockets and quickly check the time on the fluorescent screen. "It's almost midnight," you grin.

"And that's important because...?"

"Once it hits midnight, it'll be my birthday. And I don't know...I thought I'd be able to catch a shooting star. That way I'd get a little birthday wish. That sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

Hank shakes his head quickly. "No, not at all. It's, uh...it sounds nice."

About a minute passes where you search the sky. Then you sigh heavily before looking back at him. "Guess I'm not going to get that birthday wish. What a bummer."

The cool air making his nose begin to flush red, Hank sniffles a few times. He averts his gaze, turning it instead to the grass below him. And growing right beside a leg of the bench, he finds the perfect thing. Even in the dark, he can make out the soft, fluffy puffball of the dandelion.

He leans forward gently and plucks it from the ground and presents it to you in his freezing fingers. "Here. Can't you make wishes on these too? Consider it your first birthday present of the day." Hank explains slowly, earnestly.

Your eyes flicker back and forth between his and the gift in his hand. Then, without a second thought, you take it.

For a fraction of a second, your fingers graze his during the interaction. For that split second, Hank feels the dull chill of your skin. You must be equally as freezing as he is by now, yet you haven't left this time. And once again, Hank smiles. It's a little bit bigger this time as he watches you blow on the delicate flower. The tufts float off into the wind, carrying whatever wish you had dreamt up behind your closed eyelids.

Though it's not his place to make a wish, he makes one anyway. It's a small one that he hopes that whatever wish-fulfiller is out there will grant him the mercy of having. He wishes that this feeling of connection won't end. He wishes for a hand that'll keep writing this story, that won't let this moment be the final chapter. Because whatever this is, he wants more of it.

"What did you wish for?" he asks you gently.

You giggle and reply, "Maybe one day I'll let you find out."

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quackiseok · 4 years ago

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— strawberry kisses

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanon

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : their reaction to you giving them a kiss on the cheek for the first time!

a/n : hi hi! this is my first fic, i hope you like it 🥺 and i'm so sorry if there's any mistake, i'll try fixing them asap!

song to listen to while reading :

; DREAM

this man right here is VERY careful with you

always asking for consent before any physical contact with you (consent is always the key!)

he was so happy when you said that you were fine with cuddles and hugs with him! be ready for tight back hugs from him 'cause he loves putting his head on the crook of your neck >:)

but kisses... you were a bit shy about it since you were new to this type of relationship and you wanted to learn a bit first,

you told him about wanting to take things slowly and get used to it first, and of course he understands! dream will 100% respect your boundaries

he will wait patiently until you're comfortable enough with him because he loves you so much and he wants you to see him as a safe, comfort place :)

then one day when the two of you were baking cookies for valentines day, dream jokingly asked you to kiss him on the cheek as a thank you for helping you with the cookies

i mean, it's almost valentines anyways. a small, innocent kiss wouldn't hurt right? ö

you just giggled and gently leaned your face closer to his cheek, your fingers softly bringing his chin closer to you

you gently placed a kiss on his cheek, then quickly turning away from him with a wide smile

congratulations, you have successfully broke dream

man would be frozen on the place for a full minute, trying to process what just happened and is this real or not (because if it's not real he'd cry on the floor)

expect him to cling on you and not letting you go for the next few hours, calling you with sweet names like baby, hun, etc. for no reason and just be all lovey dovey with you ♡

he would secretly mark the date on his phone's calendar just for this special day where you kissed him for the first time HHAHSJDKSKD

if you were comfortable, he would offer you a kiss on your cheek to return the favor 🥺

and if you said yes, AAAAAAAA he would be so fucking happy, his serotonin level would just go through the roof like 📈📈

and ofc, he would happily give you a sweet kiss on your cheek! ( ˙ᵕ˙ )♡

; GEORGE

george is definitely very shy with you at first

he's VERY careful around you and treat you with so much care 🥺

( but once the two of you have gotten pretty used to each other, you guys bully each other 24/7 💀💀 (jokingly ofc!) )

at first, you thought george didn't like physical affections like kisses, hugs, etc.

boy you were wrong

this cat boy secretly LOVES physical affections from you, but he just hides it from you! and of couse, you love giving them to him too :)

but you were a little bit shy about kisses, and same goes to him. two shy cuties !!

if he was being honest : he wants to squish your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he respects your boundaries and will wait until you're ready to take a step further! (( and he's really shy, he would also need time to get the courage to do it :D ))

then one day george has just finished recording for minecraft manhunt and boy, that block game can actually make you tired

the moment he's done with the recording, he immediately rushed to the bed and plop himself next to you

you would ask him things like how did the recording went, etc. and he'll answer you while letting you play with his soft hair 🥺

george was feeling a little playful, so he joked and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to recharge his energy

you looked at him with your cheeks slightly reddened. george has been working hard lately anyways, he deserves a gift, right?

you slowly bought your face closer to his cheek and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before looking away then melt into a puddle

georgenotfound who? i only know georgenotworking

his eyes would be widened, face red, and he would just sit there with his palm on the cheek where you planted the kiss on

it's been 3 minutes and his face is still red, huge grin on his face while hugging you tightly

he won't even try to hide the fact that he loves being affectionate with you anymore

it's the first time george has ever been clingy with you and you're living for it tbh 🥺

he'd ask you if you want a kiss too, in such a shy manner like "i can... give you... a kiss too... if you want... 👉👈"

if you say yes ? MMMMMMMMMM the two of you melt into a puddle together <33

he'll give you a quick but sweet kiss on your cheek with his face redder than before (,,．．„ )

; SAPNAP

man seems like he would fight you no matter what size you are

but in reality? sapnap's the sweetest and the clingiest (in a positive way, ofc!) man you've ever been with and you're so into this

he LOVES being affectionate and clingy with you, in fact he does it all the time. it's just how he is with you :)

he also LOVES giving you affection. he doesn't care about who's giving and who's receiving tbh, he just loves being around you in general 👉👈

you love his affection and giving him affection too, of course!! but you were a bit shy since this was your first romantic relationship with someone and kissing was a new thing to you

sapnap would tease you for being so shy around him, endlessly flirting with you just to see you all flustered, because in his eyes? you're so fucking adorable and that's a fact. ♡

despite him being all playful and flirty with you, he respects your boundaries and will 100% wait until you're ready!

of course he wants kiss you right on the spot but he can wait patiently, just for you <3

then one day, he was playfully flirting with you as usual

and he jokingly said "hey y/n, i think i deserve a kiss on the cheek for being cute!" well, you couldn't disagree with what he just said 👀

so you put on a large grin and placed a kiss on his cheek, immediately turning red afterwards

sapnap's the new pogchamp emote now

he would be so surprised and just turn into a ball of absolute joy

he'd immediately scoop you closer to him, hugging you tightly while giggling and just— shower you with lots of love 🥺

and trust me, he won't let go of you unless it's emergency or if you were uncomfortable

but if you were fine with it? this man will hold you like his life depends on it

he would also give you kisses on your cheek / the top of your head if you were comfortable enough :)

and if you did allowed him to kiss you? he'll immediately shower you with kisses and calling you his in between the kisses, like "you're mine, mine, mine" 👉👈

; QUACKITY

alex, he's such a flirty mf 😳

endlessly teasing you and flirting with you just to see you being flustered, just like sapnap

he'd call you with sweet spanish nicknames like mi amor, hermosa, etc. and you find them cute, honestly 🥺

he's really clingy with you (in a good way!) and always hugs you whenever he sees you. it's almost like an instinct to him when he sees you :) but you don't mind since you're living for his warm hugs and cuddles ♡

he LOVES the way you melt under his hugs, and honestly? he wants to cover your whole face with kisses but he knew you were new into dating and want to take things slowly, so he respects your boundaries! :))

one day, he was in a discord call with his friends and they were endlessly teasing him; which leads him to fake crying as a joke and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to make him stop crying

man, alex is so fucking adorable and you thought that he deserves a reward for being such a cutie

so you giggled and moved closer to him, slightly bending down to get to his level and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning away with a large grin on your face.

you know that one time karl jokingly leaned in to kiss alex? yeah, he has the exact same expression now

this man would stare blankly at you, his cheeks slightly red but then a few seconds later he's screaming in absolute joy

his friends would be so confused, asking him if he was alright but instead of answering them, he mutes the call and immediately clings his arms around your neck

"mi amor, you should do that more often if you're okay with it ;)"

100% endlessly flirting with you while hugging you tightly, melting you into a puddle ( bonus point if you knew spanish, cause he'd say cheesy pick up lines in spanish for you ;) )

and just like sapnap, he'd shower you with sweet kisses on your face if you were fine with it!

and if you were okay with him kissing you? man... you know that one vine where a kid is crying because of how cute her puppy is? yeah that's alex quackity @ your existence

he'd just be so happy and shower you with kisses, praising you, telling you how adorable you are, and telling you that you're his and he loves you so fucking much 🥺

; KARLJACOBS

karl jacobs is the definition of wholesome itself

he's literally the sweetest human being you've ever met, you can almost taste cotton candies when you're with him

he's really affectionate and loving towards you, always praising you whenever he's hugging you and holding you close to him! and of course, we can't forget the sweet nicknames he have for you. he just loves giving you so much affection, and you're in for it! 🥺

don't forget his playful side too! he would always joke around with you and maybe be flirty when he's feeling extra playful :) he can go from sending you wholesome memes to weird cursed images, no in between

but you were a little bit shy since you were new in this type of relationship. you told karl that you wanted to learn more first before jumping into more romantic gestures, including kisses.

of course this boy would go "okay! :)" and shower you with gestures you're comfortable with instead (hugs, cuddles, etc.) he wants you to feel comfortable around him, so he respects your boundaries! ♡

then one day when the two of you were cuddling on the couch while watching adventure time, karl jokingly asked what if you gave him a kiss on the cheek like marceline did to bubblegum

and you thought karl has been so sweet with you this whole time. you gotta return the favor to him, right?

so you just displayed a shy smile, leaning closer to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you slowly melt in his arms

his eyes widened and he just wants to scream the way puppycat did

he'd immediately bring you closer to his body and mutter out uncountable i love you's, calling you perfect, sweet, etc. just praising you and being all giggly with you. of course he would be so giggly, you just gave him a kiss!!! 🥺👉👈

he would LOVE to return the favor to you, if you're fine with it!

and if you said yes? places such a sweet kiss on your face and just admire you with his starry eyes 🥺

JNNGGHHH SO MUCH SEROTONIN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS JUST 50% WHOLESOME AND 50% WHOLESOME BUT IN RED

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aquagustd · 4 years ago

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couples workout - JJK | M

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: “No, Jungkook, it’s not a euphemism for sex.”

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 1.4K

warnings/tags: knuckles!couple, strong language, breast play, grinding, tad bit of shy!JK, college au

a/n: I was thinking of that one episode of BTS gayo while writing this. I had fun writing these drabbles, JK is the last, definitely not the least.

↳part of the Serotonin Series

∞

You set your yoga mat on the floor and give yourself one last look in the mirror before Jungkook arrives. You adjust the straps of your sports bra, you’re wearing your cute mint bra and leggings set that you bought recently. You haven’t seen Jungkook for a few days as you both were so busy with assignments and deadlines but you’re finally going to see him today and you wanted to make it fun.

You know how much Jungkook loves working out and so do you. So, you had decided that it would be fun if you could work out together, couple’s style.

You saw a few cute exercises that you could do together on Pinterest and thought it might be fun. You have been dating for a month and a half but you notice that sometimes he still acts shy around you, so you thought this couples workout idea would kill two birds with one stone. You get to do something fun together and he learns to become more comfortable around you.

Broken from your reverie, you hear a knock on the door and you skip your way over, your ponytail swinging as you go.

You open the door and Jungkook barges in, grabbing you in his arms and picking you up off the floor.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers into the crook of your neck and you giggle.

“It’s only been a few days, Koo, but I missed you too,” you hug him a little tighter, “so so much.”

He sets you down and gives you a peck on the cheek. “So, you told me to bring my yoga mat and- wow, you l-look…”

You take a step back, “oh yeah, we’re gonna do a couples workout together! That’s why I told you to bring a yoga mat, I know you said you don’t use it but-“ You notice that he is not looking at your face but at your legs and you decide to tease him a little more.

You walk further into your apartment and bend down to wipe the non-existent dust off your yoga mat, giving him a full view of your ass and you hear his breath hitch. You’ve been dating for a while but you haven’t had sex yet, the furthest you’ve gone was making out while you sat on his lap. It was kind of an unspoken agreement that you’re going to take things slow, but you kind of want to see how far you can push him until he cracks.

You pretend to be oblivious to his inner turmoil and sit down on your yoga mat, patting the space next to you. He’s wearing a black and white flannel with a white vest inside and black shorts.

His adam’s apple bobs and he makes his way to you slowly, opening his yoga mat and sitting down next to you.

“Wow Y/N, I know you said you enjoy working out but do you really want to have sex on our yoga mats and get it all messy?”

You whip your head to stare at him, “what?”

“What?”

“No, what did you just say?”

“You said couples workout…you finally wanna have sex with me right?”

You blink, and then the giggles bubble up, he has no idea why you’ve suddenly gone hysterical with laughter and his bottom lip sticks out because he wants to know the joke too…Maybe he misread the entire situation.

When you finally calm down, you wipe your eyes and speak in a calm voice.

“No, Jungkook, it’s not a euphemism for sex.”

He stares at his hands, “oh.”

You stand and he curses again, your legs look great in those leggings.

“Let’s start with the fun ones, I already warmed up, do you need-“

“I jogged my way over.”

You nod, “okay we put our yoga mats together like,” you gesture with your hands, “longways and we do Russian twists, but with-“ you reach behind the couch, making sure to give him a display of your cleavage, “a ball!”

“That’s hardly any fun but okay..”

You roll your eyes, “well do you have any fun ideas Jungkook.”

He stands up and towers over you, your lips only an inch apart.

“How about I take you bent over this couch, for fun, hmm,” he stares into your eyes but you look away, arousal pooling in your panties. You should’ve worn a darker colour.

He takes a step back and shrugs, “but lets do the Russian twists..”

He sets up the yoga mats and you stand there with the ball in your hands.

Why did you think this was a good idea.

During the entire workout, you can feel the sexual tension in the air get thicker and thicker, it was a bad idea to tease him from the start because you didn’t know Jungkook could be this ruthless. The subtle touches on your ass and boobs, how he doesn’t even bother to adjust his vest when it rides up his tummy and your mouth goes dry when you see his abs.

You sit up, tired from the workout and the sexual frustration, “we’re done.”

He looks around and nods, “wait, can we do one more? One of my own, well its quite cliché, but now that I think of it, most of yours were too.”

You scoff, “fine, what should I do?”

“I’ll just do normal sit ups and you can hold my legs down.”

You nod and sit near his feet while he lies down.

“Count to twenty-five for me baby.”

He places his hands behind his head and starts. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

By the time you reach ten, you yawn just to rile him up.

“Eleven,” and his lips brush against yours.

“Twelve,” again but this time for longer and you see the smug look he has on his face.

“Thirteen,” he sticks out his tongue and runs it along your lips.

“Fourteen,” you whimper when he repeats the action.

When you reach twenty-five, you’re more breathless than he is.

“Two more rep-“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because you’re jumping on him and wrapping your arms around his neck, lips attached to his.

He groans and grabs your legs to wrap them around his waist, moaning when you tilt your head and stick your tongue in his mouth. The kiss is sloppy and your teeth clash but you don’t care, because today you are going to devour this man. He moves his lips to your chin and up your jaw, biting the soft skin below your ear, licking against your pulse point. And you whimper when he presses his fingers into your thighs.

“Did you enjoy teasing me?” He speaks against your neck, “did you enjoy teasing me by wearing this sexy outfit, with your sexy legs.”

He lifts his head to look at you and you whine at the loss of contact.

“Answer me.”

You swallow, still panting, “no..”

“No?” He chuckles and your core clenches around nothing.

He plays with your bra straps silently asking for permission and you nod. He pulls the straps down your shoulders and then pulls your bra down to rest under your boobs. The cold air hitting your hard nipples. He brings his hand up to tweak your left breast and you throw your head back, pressing your core against his bulge, but he holds your hips in a firm grip.

He dips his head to place sloppy kisses all over your chest and collarbones, while he rubs his thumb over your nipple. He moves lower and captures your nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, taking it between his teeth and tugging it, leaving you whimpering and moaning unabashedly.

Bringing his other hand up to play with your other breast, he moves his mouth to your other nipple, kissing the valley of your boobs as he goes. You rock your hips again, enjoying the friction his bulge provides against your clit. Still tonguing and kissing your nipples, he places both his hands on your hips to stop your movements and you whine again.

You thread your fingers through his hair as he continues his assault on your nipples. His phone chimes and you think he’s going to ignore it but he pulls off your nipples with a lewd ‘pop’ and takes his phone out of his short’s pocket.

He pants, “I’m meeting Tae now.”

He pulls you off his lap and you stare at him wide-eyed with your boobs still out.

“What? You’re just going to leave me here.”

He stops gathering his things and he looks at you, his gaze flickering from the wet spot on your leggings, to your boobs.

He bends down to place a kiss on your head before walking toward the door.

Before he leaves, he stops by the door and smirks, “serves you right for teasing me.”

a/n: let me know what you guys think!

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook fluff #ficscafe #bts fanfiction #serotonin series

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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— when they read self-insert fanfictions of themselves

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, and shoto todoroki, x gn! reader)

ೃ tags: headcanons, tooth rotting fluff and a lot of fanfic cliches

ೃ warnings: none

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ೃ inspired by the wonderful @leafydraws self-aware bakugo and todoroki art that gave me the serotonin boost to make this! 🥺

KATSUKI BAKUGO:

- katsuki knows. he's read it all. mutual pining, enemies to lovers, amnesia fics, fairytale aus, soulmate aus... name it and he's read them at least once. behind your back of course. simply because he’d be too embarrassed to even admit it anyway.

- he’s secretly a hopeless romantic. it's a cute quirk of his that he doesn't want anyone else to know and has become one of the qualities that you absolutely adore about him. his mother's fascination for rom-coms and romance novels (which, according to him, he had to "suffer" through when he was a kid) fueled his hidden interest in shoujo mangas.

- he reads them because of the beautiful art and the "cool and bad-ass" male love interests that he wants to portray in real life to impress you. but alas, your man just outright exposes himself when you catch him reading Ouran High School Host Club and My Little Monster, two manga series that feature adorkable and care-free male protagonists whom are the exact opposite of everything your boyfriend stands for.

- and so, romance fics are not a foreign concept to him. he's especially interested in mafia aus because he is absolutely enthralled over the fact that people headcanon him as a sexy mafia boss or in royal aus, where he’s this hot and bad-ass king of a prosperous kingdom. you bet he reads them at 3 in the morning on AO3 with his phone's brightness on the low. sometimes, he tries to sniff away his tears because how are these writers able to write him damn good? it’s the ✨characterization and hurt/comfort for bakugo ✨

SHOTO TODOROKI:

- your icy-hot cutie has absolutely no idea what fanfictions are. in fact, he doesn’t even know how (y/n)/reader-insert fics even work or how you’re supposed to read them.

- fanfiction is a very foreign concept to him. well, it isn’t necessarily your traditional book or novel that you can find on your shelf or in the bookstore like harry potter or percy jackson, so you understood his naivete on this particular subject very well. when you introduced shoto to the concept of fanfiction and it’s online community however, it was as if he had opened the doors to a new world.

- “what does (y/n) mean?” he innocently asks one time. (oh god he’s truly a pure and sweet cinnamon roll who could do nothing wrong in this world.) “it means your name.” you reply promptly, quietly giggling at your boyfriend’s curiosity.

“oh... so should i read it like this? shoto gazed into shoto’s heterochromatic eyes..?”

“shoto babe, t-that’s... not how you read it love.”

- shoto is a fluff connoisseur through and through. baby fics, friends to lovers, sharing a bed, and coffee shop aus are some of his all-time faves. he likes to read fics that are easier to understand and read ones that can bring a quick smile to his face. but, there are times when he gets too invested. one of those times was when he became a little too immersed into a 50k word angst fic (a genre he barely reads by the way) and his pretty eyes are so glued to the screen that when he finished it, he spent half of the entire day being consoled by you because of how emotionally hurt and affected he was. that fic truly made an impact on him and it was going to take a long time before he could gain the courage to read another one soon.

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

- you’ve always known how bookish izuku is from the very beginning. how observant he is, how he tends to ramble and talk about things passionately and in detail are truly some of the traits of someone who reads a lot. it’s no surprise though. izuku is quite a nerd and a fanboy, so him reading stories online about All Might or of superheroes he sees on movies and comic books were not far off.

- in fact, he reads the fics with you. it’s like having a little ol’ book club but only you and your seaweed-haired boyfriend were the only members. magic aus, cross-overs, canon divergence, historical aus, or just anything story-heavy and detailed are his most read. slow burn fics is also where it's ar for him! what’s even better is that you read some of these long ones with him sometimes and its cute to see him so immersed and you just want to pinch his cheeks.

- izu’s really into reading multi-chapter fics. one that can rival actual existing books and novellas. 50k words? that wasn’t a challenge for him. he’d read through everything and he’d ponder over them right after. discussing them with you and just a lot of cute little rambles coming from him that make you fall for him even more.

- when izuku finally gathered the courage to read self-insert fics of him, his flustered expression and shy composure had no end. he was blushing all through out when he read his first drabble (which was only composed of 300 words by the way) because he’s so in awe and so grateful over the fact that people write stories about him and now, it feels like he's part of those same famous people and characters he used to read stories of.

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laketaj24 · 4 years ago

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Serotonin II

Author’s Note: Here it is! I am taking requests, and the taglist is open, drop your name under this fic or on this list if you are interested! This does have a prior part but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, breeding kink

Inspo Song: Bad Things

Part I

My MASTERLIST

Colson: Busy?

Y/N: Why would I be busy?

Colson: For sure ain’t been answering my texts 🥱

Y/N: You need something, Col?

Colson: You know you only call me Col when you’re half asleep or whimpering my name when you about to cum. Let me come over.

Tongue-tied, his messages left you baffled. They were a smooth variation of sexting mixed with pleading. Every message included a very Colson apology but a rebuttal that followed and reminded you why you couldn’t fall back in the same routine with him. It was easy to picture yourself back with him, nestled against his lean frame - listening to his voice as it rumbled against his chest as he rambled on. You saw it clear as day, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t do what you required to have you back in his life. Fucking you in the bathroom of some club like a whore, giving your body a fix, but your heart and mind still felt that hesitation when it came to Mr. Baker.

“Are you listening?” Dana asked, holding up the soy powder milk for your nephew.

“I heard you clear as day.”

“You sure you didn’t just daydream the entire I talked about not feeding Jaylen after seven?” Dana placed the soy milk on the table and glanced down at her newborn. “If you’re not up to it, I can stay. I hate going out of town so soon after having him.” She tapped her soon on the back a few times and exhaled.

“We will be fine.”

“You say this, but I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“You’re head has been shot ever since you broke up with the delinquent.” She rolled her eyes. “And what pisses me off is Tyla loves him!” She whispered and turned her attention to the seven-year-old parked in front of the tv. “I mean worships him.”

“I know. Colson is good with kids.”

“Because he’s childish.” She added. “He’s basically a six variant of one.”

“You can’t say one thing nice?”

“His music isn’t shitty,” Dana added. “I will be back at eight for the both of them, and I swear not to do this again, just my boss needs me, and their dad is busy.” She lied. “So- I love you, sis. Call Eric!” Dana kissed your cheek and sprinted out the door without another word.

Eric, you hadn’t seen him since you left the club a week ago, and you barely responded to his texts. The ride home was awkward; the entire time, he talked about how much he enjoyed the night. And the only thing you could think about was getting bent over in the bathroom by your ex. Good date.

Auntie duty had started. Diapers, Tiktok, YouTube, and some weird pig cartoon lay ahead of you for the next nine hours. Jaylen slept peacefully in his playpen, unbothered by his mother's lack while Tyla consumed her tv.

Colson: I got food open the door.

Y/N: What door?

Colson: Your apartment door. It’s Chipotle.

Fuck, you were hungry.

Y/N: Leave the food on the porch.

Colson: I’m not a god damn door dash.

The abrupt knocking startled Jaylen, soo you took him in your arms and walked to the door, “Stay in the living room Tyla.”

“K,” She answered, not even looking up from her phone.

You opened the door revealing Colson in his pink hoodie and gray joggers. He held bags of food in his hand and garnished a big smile on his face, “You look good with a baby.”

“Why are you here?”

“You wouldn’t come to see me or invite me over, so invited myself over. Can I come in?”

“No.” Jaylen stirred in your arms, his plump little legs kicked, and you sighed. “I am busy today. That’s why I didn’t invite you over. I have to keep my nieces and nephews, and every time you are over here, you either curse too much or we end up fucking.”

“Watch your mouth.” He teased.

“How were you texting with all that in your hands?” You stared at him.

“You know I got talented hands.”

“Colson!”

Why? You grimaced inwardly before looking at your overly excited niece, she loved Colson, and you hated to admit, he might be an asshole sometimes, but he loved kids. He was a wonder with them. You slapped your face, disappointed there was not a way to hide the massive man at your door. “He can’t stay.” You answered before the question left your lips.

“Why? Please!” Tyla pouted her pink lips and threw her arms up in defeat. “We never see him anymore.”

“That’s your aunt’s fault,” Colson added fuel to the fire. “I won’t stay long.” He pushed through, entering your apartment to greet Tyla with a hug at her level and a sly wink to you. Kids were the way to your heart – and his, but he would not win you over with this bullshit today. Not at all. “You hungry, Tyla?”

“Yeah, ten minutes, and you’re out.”

“Damn.”

“Tiktok?’ she held up her phone and the ring light from her purple book bag. “Please.”

“Word, what are we learning?” He raised his brows to you and proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch; she was ecstatic, immediately standing to do a dance and drag you over to learn it too. Tiktok had become the bane of your existence, but for Tyla and her half a million followers, she was golden.

One hour later and you were tired, you’d perfected the dance, and Colson had convinced her to let him skip the dancing and just be—it was all he had to do though, she’d get one million views just because of who he was, and now everyone would know you were with him. Your heart dropped a little thinking about the exposure while she edited the video next to both of you.

“Why is Uncle Colson never around?” Tyla never looked up from her phone; she just continued her mission of posting that sixty-second video and ruining your life.

“He’s not your uncle.” You corrected.

“That’s your aunt’s fault too.” He added.

“Don’t start with me.” The harsh whisper came out as a warning, waking baby Jaylen from his nap and making Colson chuckle in amusement.

“I like him; I want him in the family.”

“I want a million dollars.”

“I can give you that.” He said.

“And a loyal boyfriend who doesn’t text insta-sluts in his spare time.”

“Don’t use sluts in front of her damn; your mouth is outrageous Y/N.”

The narrowing of your eyes made him burst into laughter again. He was damn good at annoying you like he had it mastered.

The day passed quickly with him making eyes at you, caring for Jaylen while she styled Colson’s hair in four ponytails atop his head, garnished with bows, and she even attempted to give him edges. He didn’t care; as long as she was happy, he was good.

“You look a mess.”

“It’s cool.” Colson snapped a picture. “Been waiting forever to see if ponytail was for me or not; it’s a no.” He sat back on the couch while Tyla disappeared to your room for god knows what else. “You look good with babies, you know?”

“You’ve said that.”

“I meant it; you’re good with them too.” He sighed. “I thought about kids with us, like every damn day.”

“Funny.” You shrugged, and she appeared with your bright pink polish. “What’re you doing, Tyla?”

“Painting his nails.” She plopped down in front of him, and without hesitation, he held his hand out for her. “We did blue last time.”

“Yep.” He exhaled. “Don’t you want this?”

He didn’t have to elaborate; you knew what he was talking about, but a family was the last thing from your mind, no matter how perfect the scenario looked right now. “Do you?”

Colson smacked his lips. “We can talk later.”

“You leaving when they do.” You reiterated.

The door opened thirty minutes later without a knock or doorbell; Dana never announced herself. “I see he found his way back in.” Her mouth dropped as soon as her eyes met him. “Tyla just had her way today, didn’t she.” She laughed. “Oh god, she gave this man braids.”

“Your daughter is talented.” He laughed. “Might be a new look.”

“Ridiculous.” She held her laughter. “Ty, get up and come on, love; we have a long drive.” She took Jaylen from your chest and gave you a look. “How long is he staying?”

“Not long, sis, drive safe.”

“I will. Colson, you leave in ten minutes, or I’m sending our brother over.” She pointed to him.

“I’m not scared of Michael; send him.” Why did his arrogance only make you want him more? He looked to Dana, who, like him, was not bothered.

“I hate him.” She mumbled as she left. “I just fucking hate him.”

“It’s mutual!” Colson laughed as the door shut. “You’re gonna stay over there the whole time?”

“Aint no reason for me to be over there for real.” You thought of three reasons to stay where you were, the drop in his voice, the tension in this room that could be cut with a knife, and when he was alone with you, your willpower was nonexistent. “You have five minutes.”

“We aren’t going to talk about this, are we? You like being evasive and shit? That you’re new persona?”

“I have no new persona. This is me not playing into all the bullshit you bring when you’re with me. This is a wall.”

“I’m about to knock that wall over.” He smirked.

“Stay on your couch.” You warned.

Colson held his hands up, acting defenseless, “I wasn’t moving from this spot.”

“My sister hates you, you know that? She literally said that I would be better off leaving Cali before staying here with your toxic ass.” You found yourself pointing at him and wanting to knock that smile from his face. Colson liked to see you get feisty with him; he called that foreplay, and here you were dancing to the beat of his drum, pissed.

“How am I toxic? I stopped all that shit for you, every ounce of it.”

“Stop lying.”

Colson grinned at you, unwavering in his position and impressed that you were persistent in yours; your usual fights lasted about one day. You’d take him back, and everything went back to how it was before, but that changed nothing; you wanted him to change. “I am not lying to you. Come here.”

You walked over to him, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you down in his lap. Facing him, you admired all the little cuts he’d earned over the years in senseless fights or accidents. Your fingers traced over them before you cupped his face. What the fuck were you doing? Why were the two of you akin to magnets? Drawing one another in half of the time and then at the flip of a side hating one another? You placed your lips on him, parting his lips with your tongue and then flicking playfully over his teeth before he caught your bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. The slight pressure made you moan against him. He cradled your neck with one hand, not allowing you to escape him. Colson deepened the kiss, adding pressure and taking what little breath you had away. “I fucking miss you, Y/N.” He rasped.

"Don't talk.”You murmured back.

Colson didn’t listen; he never listened. “You were good with them today.”

You growled, grinding your hips on him. “Shut up, Colson.”

“I want to talk to you, I want you back Y/N, shit. Like I am trying, I canceled recording sessions, appearances, and other shit all this month so we can figure this out. I don’t want to-,”

You stopped him from talking, gripping his cock through the sweats with one hand and kissing him to shut up.

“Stop.” In one fluid motion, your hands were by your side, and your eyes were on his, “We’re talking; I was not fucking other women. But I was entertaining them, and it’s no excuse. I know you’re hurt; I’m sorry. Like real talk, no joke – I apologize.”

“How do I know it won’t happen again?’

“I'll delete all this shit for you,” He admitted. “Fuck a platform.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m dead ass right now. Fuck it all. I just want you.”

“If it happens again, I am never taking you back, ever.”

“It won’t.” He whispered, loosening the grip on your hands.

You took advantage of the notion, moving your hand down to his cock, rubbing the hilt through his sweats again.

“Nah,” He gripped your hair, pulling you back, so your eyes met him. “It’s my turn now.” He pushed aside your shorts in seconds, and his fingers plunged into your pussy, curling for a moment and then spinning out of you. He placed his fingers on your lips, “Open up.” You didn’t hesitate to take his fingers, licking your own juices from them, and he tapped your face sending a slight pleasurable sting. “How you taste?”

“Ready.” You pulled him from the sweats feeling him jump at your cool hands, and stood up, wriggling out of the shorts before hovering back over him again.

Colson playfully tosses you on your couch, draping one leg to the ground. “Let me taste.” He whispered as he descended between your legs. Colson’s fingers brushed your swollen clit, before his lips latched on, sucking. You bowed from the couch, the moans and scratched to his shoulders done nothing but encourage. He lapped up your juices before diving his tongue into you and swirling around. You gasped, surprised and pleased as he worked.

“Col-“ You gripped his shoulders, lifting yourself from laying down, and he took full advantage, pulling you onto his face and fucking you with his tongue. Your body coiled, the jolts of pleasure popped around your body, and then you came. The white-hot energy surged through your body, and you panted, shaking, almost collapsing back on the couch. He caught you peppering the wet kisses from your pussy to your mouth.

“You good?”

“Better than.” You whispered, breathing heavily. “ Shit.”

“We’re not done.” Of course, you weren’t; his cock throbbed against his leg, waiting to ruin your life, and here you were still out of breath. Colson gently pulled you from the couch, sitting you in his lap, and he started once again with the kisses. You could taste yourself on his lips, and for some reason, that just made you wetter for him. He took advantage of stroking himself before he lowered you down on him. You took every inch, mouth slightly open and hair swinging the entire time. You pressed your breast against his chest, savoring the warm feeling of his cock inside of you, and then you started moving on him. Your muscles clenched around, gripping him with each stroke. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone; you took that added pleasure in stride biting your lip as it intensified every time your skin met.

Colson’s eyes were hooked on you, his fingers dug in your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock, urging you to keep going, and there was no way in hell you were going to stop. You could feel it building once again, this time bigger. “Hold it.” He whispered, knowing you were about once more. “Not yet.”

“Ah,” Impatience grew over you; you slowed your ride, winding your hips slowly, your eyes closed as you took over, fucking up into you, guiding your body to take more. “I can’t.” You whined as you fought to hold the orgasm back.

“Yeah, you can.” He slammed into you harder, knocking the breath from you, your toes curled, and you screamed as you shook against him. “I wanna feel that pussy shake around me when I cum; hold it.” He slapped your clit with three fingers, and your breath hitched. “Hold it.” His hand travels up your shirt to your bare stomach, and he kisses you once more. “Y/N.” His hips rocked slowly, but then he started to fuck you quicker, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot each time. You were a screaming mess, biting down on his shoulder. That done the trick he spasms against you growling. His warm cum triggered you. You came, sinking down and taking all of it. “Shit, you cheated.”

“You would’ve lasted forever.” You smiled lazily.

“Is that a complaint or a compliment?”

“Both.”

You wince, sliding off him, “right.” He rolled his eyes. “Now we gotta eat reheated Chipotle.” he stood up, fixing his pants. “Can I stay?”

“I guess.” You pulled the blanket over you, snuggling into your favorite place on the couch. He heads into the kitchen, and you reach for your phone, wondering what threat your sister had for you.

Meg: Are you still coming tonight?

This was not your phone; of course, it wasn’t. You unlocked the phone, clicking her name to look at the messages. But there is only red as Colson makes his way back into the living room. You throw the phone across the room, hitting the wall, and he stares at you. “What the fuck?”

“Take you and that Chipotle and get out.”

“Damn, what the Chipotle do?”

A/N: One more part coming. I’ll drop it next week, I think! Thank yall for reading! Let me know what you think!!

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saberstars · 3 years ago

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I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

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shoutoismybaby · 5 years ago

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Omega Shame Part 2

Part 1 / Part 3

Thank you guys for all your interest! It made me super happy to see so many people excited about my writing, so I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for the last part soon!

Warnings: Angst, depression, mentions of fighting (bc hero training)

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The classroom didn't smell right. Not only was your serotonin inducing scent the class had gotten accustomed to in the past couple months missing, but a certain caramel smell had a hint of burnt rubber and ash to it. Despite some of the girls hearing commotion coming from your room, you didn’t answer their calls or knocks, so no one knew what was going on. The only knowledge the class had was that you weren’t in class and Bakugou was upset. Well, more upset than he usually was.

Even his best friends, whether or not he would admit that’s what they were to him, would earn growls and bared teeth if they got too close. Other than that though, Bakugou was generally unresponsive. Only caring when people got too close, but he didn’t respond when Aizawa called on him, or when the lunch bell rang. Only shoving the teachers hand off his shoulder when he came to check up on the blond.

Bakugou was just too caught up in his thoughts to really be aware of his surroundings as he followed his class aimlessly to the cafeteria.

Even though his body was in the P.E Training grounds, his brain was back in time to your dorm room. Back when your body began to tremble at the sight of him, the way salty tears rushed from your eyes when he started to speak. Your throat squeaking as you begged him to spare the nest you had constructed. It was beautifully made, if you had asked him. The way your soft blankets were woven together with your favorite weekend clothes, pillows being used to stable the walls. It looked incredibly comfortable.

Bakugou knew that Omegas could get upset if their nest was intruded without permission. But he also knew he was nowhere near your circular haven. Yet, you were crying, shaking, and begging.

It was then that it dawned on the hothead that you were scared of him. His omega was Terrified of him. It made his heart beat erratically, how could he make someone he cared about so scared of him? Especially his own omega. It was his job to keep you safe, to take care of you and make sure you were comfortable. You trusted him to fulfill this role, but you thought he was going to destroy your nest?

It made Bakugous’ buzz in confusion. It made no sense that you would be freaking out just because your alpha walked in your room.

Unless you weren't even his omega by choice. What if you just accepted his courting gift because you were afraid he would hurt you? He had been told multiple times throughout his life that he needed to stop being so aggressive, that he would scare omegas away, but he had always brushed those comments off. He had thought that he would find someone who liked him despite his anger, and he thought you were that person.

Clearly, though, you were too fearful of him to even reject his proposal. Your trembling body inside of your nest was undeniable proof of that. You were too scared to even tell him you were nesting, and if the sight was evidence enough you didn’t seem to have or want his scent anywhere close to your nest. He should have noticed it before. What kind of alpha scared those they were supposed to protect?

You probably just got off of your meds to make him happy too. You had made so many sacrifices to keep him happy, and the thought of that made his blood boil. He had been a terrible alpha to you. He had to end this, he couldn’t put you through anymore pain. His inner alpha cried at the thought of having hurt you.

His large hand moved towards his opposite wrist, gently shimmying the bracelet that sat on it off. It was your courting gift to him, since you insisted on making him something in return. It was simple, made of skillfully twisted threads in his hero costume colors. His heart had skipped a beat the moment you presented it to him, not that he would tell anyone that. Especially not now, not when all the memories he shared with you were put into perspective.

He remembered how it felt as though the threads burnt his skin on its way past. How it dragged his heart down with it as it fell to the floor. Since then, he felt numb to the outside world. It didn’t matter how many times Kirishima tried to get him involved in their 1-1 match, he mostly just stood there, letting his instincts do the bare minimum to protect his body.

“Come on man!” His body dodged another hit just enough before slacking again, causing the redheaded alpha to growl. “You’re not responding to anything and you smell, honestly bad bro. What’s going on with you!?”

The only thing “going on” in Katsuki’s brain was replaying the pain in your eyes over and over. Replaying how you were scared, no, terrified of the person who was supposed to protect you. His omega wasn’t his omega anymore, and his alpha felt broken. He felt alone.

He could only focus on how he failed to do his basic duties. How he failed you. Everyone had been right when they critiqued his anger. He was too aggressive to deserve an Omega. Clearly he couldn’t treat one right no matter how much their smile made serotonin speed through his brain. If he couldn’t protect you from himself it was ridiculous to think he would do anything but fuck up protecting Japan from villains. He was a terrible alpha who couldn’t even treat an Omega properly, so what was the point? He wasn’t even good at his innate purpose.

By now Kirishima was getting desperate. All day his best friend had been growing more and more despondent, and he was scared for what that meant. He just needed Bakugou to talk to him, Kirishima wanted to be reassured that he was okay. And he had an idea of how to pull Bakugou back into the present, even if he didn’t like it.

“I don’t want to do this but, I’m really worried about you. Bakugou is this about (Y/n)?” The blondes alpha perked up at the mention of your name, drawing Bakugou’s head up with it.

“The girls said something happened in (Y/n)’s room last night and,” He hesitated, ruby eyes falling to Bakugou's large wrists. “You’re not wearing the courting bracelet she made for you anymore”

His words caused a whimper to leave Katsukis throat. Kirishima had no idea what kind of pain that reminder brought to Bakugou, but he could guess. The way the blonds hands clenched and brows furrowed made Kirishima's heart drop, he hated bringing up things that could hurt Katsuki. But he could only fix the problem if he knew what was wrong, and for that he needed Bakugou to talk to him.

“Did, did you guys break up?” Kirishima kept his distance, afraid of what Bakugou would do once he snapped out of his trance. But all Bakugou did was begin to shake, blinking furiously as he became aware of his surroundings once again along with the hot tears that flooded his eyes. Kirishima ran towards his friend then, placing a hand on the other alphas shoulder in a hope to be any bit comforting without overwhelming his friend. He analyzed the way Bakugous nose scrunched, causing his large canines to show as the first sob burst out of his trembling frame. It was so powerful that the blond lost his balance, falling into the stunned redheads arms. Face tucked into his friends chest, shielded from the attention his sobs were bringing from his entire class.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima ran his hands up and down Bakugous back gently feeling the way the blond fisted his shirt in desperation, “What happened? You can tell me.”

“I’m a terrible alpha,” Bakugous voice was shaky and Kirishima almost felt guilty at how relieved he was to hear it. “No you’re not man, wha-” “Yes I am!” Bakugous voice reached the same volume as his sobs that interrupted his speech. “She thought that I was going to destroy her nest, she was scared of me. I was supposed to defend her when really I’m the one she wanted protection from.”

Krishima didn’t know how to respond to what his friend said. Eyes too wide in confusion as he looked towards his teacher for answers. You had always been absolutely smitten with Bakugou, just his presence in the room made it seem like you radiated love and positivity. It didn’t seem that Bakugou needed any further encouragement to continue though, as his next statement sent ice down the spines of the whole class.

“I failed as an alpha… I don’t want to be alive anymore.” All Bakugou wanted to do in that moment was curl up and die. He didn’t have a purpose anymore, so he didn’t see the point of existing. It was then that his body seemed to shut back down in order to conserve energy, he began to slack in Kirishima's arms leaving him sitting on the ground despite the redheads' many protests. The revelation of how his best friend felt bringing tears to his own eyes, and a recognition to his teachers.

“Aizawa, what's happening to Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, struggling to hold himself together as he knelt in front of his friend. Bakugou’s eyes seemed more void of life than ever as he stared aimlessly at Kirishima's shirt.

“Someone call Recovery Girl, I fear that Bakugou has developed an Alpha depression.”

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haik-choo · 5 years ago

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cuddling w/ some of the karasuno boys

request: Hi hi! I saw your request were open aaaaand i was wondering if you could write some cuddling HC with Nishinoya, Hinata, Sugawara and Kageyama, please? Also i just discovered your blog and it's amazing, keep going! 💕✨

a/n: this is such a cute idea!!!! request for more if you want any other members! ;P oH MY GOD THIS’LL BE SO FLUFFY

[CUDDLING HEADCANONS]

-nishinoya, hinata, sugawara, kageyama

sugawara koushi.

this guy is chaotic and feral i’m telling you cuddling session will go either one of two ways, no in between

either he’s super soft and he wants nothing more tha to feel your heartbeat against his chest, or he’s in a very playful mood where he will torture you with his love

first choice happens usually after long days, and he’ll come home and see you doing something in the room, and his heart just gets filled with this deep raw emotion of feeling so lucky to have someone like you, and he drops his stuff at the door

and then he just walks towards you, a tired, yet gently, smile on his face as he envelops you with his arms, burying his head in your neck and sighing, his deep breath causing your own heart to warm

and then he just leans backwards, and you can feel yourself about to fall and you’re like “sir? excuse me -” and then you both fall onto the bed, his weight resting on you like a safety blanket. you can try to move, but it won’t work. he just sits there and keeps you in his embrace. he’ll move it to your bed, but his face won’t move from its position

or, he’ll be chaotic. this is for the days where he is energetic and feeling like an attention-whore, and he’ll b all pouty to get into your embrace. you think it’s normal cuddling, but then you feel him smile against your neck and bite you

you’ll whip around like ??? but he just gives you this grin and smiles, “what? do you want more attention? all you had to do is ask” and then he’ll just kill the living hell out of you while muttering about how greedy you are

so basically it’s either a soft time or a time where he shoves his tongue down your throat

also, he literally smells like warm vanilla. it’s intoxicating, it just invades your senses when you’re near him and you fin yourself unable to escape his loving arms

hinata shoyo.

okayokay i know i said sugawara smells like vanilla and he smells the best. but hinata. smells like flowers. not like...Victoria Secret cheap body spray flower, but genuine nature? like he smells fresh, warm, and loving - all in one

cuddling with him makes you feel super energetic, rather than tired and calm. it’s the way he initiates it, he just gives you his famous smile and then hugs you really tightly and literally drags you over to the bed and turns you around to make sure you’re facing him

his bright captivating eyes stare into yours as he laces your fingers together, legs already tangled together. whenever he’s feeling extra needy, he’ll opt to just wrap his arms around your torso and bring draw you closer to him, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat

rests his chin on your head and talks about his day, his voice not loud or unpleasant, but rather a little gravelly and contemplative

when he gets really excited he gasps and then parts from you really quickly, his hands on your shoulder pushing you back so he can see all of your face as he relays something exciting about his day to you

sometimes likes it when you’re completely on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he laughs and you can’t think of another place you’d rather be.

if you’re laying on top of him, his hands are on the middle of your back, rubbing softly and slowly up and down and he doesn’t even realize it

i feel like cuddling with hinata is a surreal experience. like you just feel your heart fuckin’ kablamo. you feel warm, safe, and accepted. every inch of your body he touches makes you feel like he’s injecting some kind of raw serotonin into you - it’s a type of comfort and tenderness that you’d only get from you soulmate

you can NOT tell me that he isn’t good at cuddling. i mean sure, if you want him to look into your eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to you, that probably won’t happen, but i’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel a deep love

kageyama tobio.

he’s bad at showing affection and cuddling but it’s the thought that counts so he’s aight

affection/touch isn’t his love language, it’s more like just...presence? him just being near you and spending time with you is his way of telling you he loves you, so as much as he may want to cuddle, he’s not the best at it

definitely is on like high alert -- like his fingers sometimes twitch because his head is racing with thoughts -- is he good at this? are you comfy? because his arm isn’t

awkwardly tries to shimmy his arms from underneath you and you’ll be like “what’s up” and he says smth mean on accident like “you cut circulation off from my right hand”

ANYWAY,,,when y’all do cuddle, he likes to bury his face in your nape, just because he likes to be surrounded by your scent. sometimes his arms are wrapped around you on both sides, but usually he just hangs on arm across your side

when you’re not facing him, he’s much bolder, so he’ll softly kiss the back of your neck and rub his forehead against you, but if you mention it he’ll get really red and be like “SHUT UP NO I DIDN’T”

OMF he likes to watch volleyball compilation videos on his phone, but he also wants to touch you, so he’ll like wrap on arm behind your neck and then hold his phone with that hand, ya know what i mean? like so both of you can see it? your head is on his chest and you’re both watching videos

cuddling usually happens after a long day of practice and he just wants to exist in silence with someone he loves (you) and it lasts anywhere from like five minutes to an hour

cuddling sessions end with him lips quickly pecking yours and him muttering a ‘thank you’ before getting up and finally doing smth productive

by the way he totally smells like axe. but not in an overbearing way - like somehow he makes the smell..subtle? and socially acceptable. he smells like...home. he smells like kageyama, a little sweaty mixed in with a little bit of deodorant that he slapped on when he knew he was going to be cuddling w/ you after practice

nishinoya yuu.

either wants to cuddle you because he’s horny or because he just genuinely wants to feel love and receive all your attention because he’s a soft little horndog like that

it’s the opposite to hinata - he likes it when you’re underneath him and he’s the on laying on top of you, his head buried either between your boobs or resting gently on your chest

cuddling happens after he takes showers, so his hair is down and it’s lightly tickling your skin, causing you to laugh and push his head out the way, only to be met with his playful resistance as he pushes his head back against your hand

after you two laugh for a while, it’ll suddenly get really quiet and he’ll look up at you, his eyes softening into a look that makes your heart jump to your throat.

“i love the sound of your laugh.” and if that wasn’t enough to stop your heart, he’ll start kissing your collarbones and make his way up your neck, not in a sexual way, but in a purely loving one. and then finally he just stops and looks at you one last time because giving you a small smile and connecting his lips with yours, firm yet soft in nature

sometimes cuddle sessions get extremely playful. like homeboy is jabbing his fingers into your side and laughing like an evil maniac while doing so. he knows you can’t escape his wrath so he just tickles you to his heart’s content

if you turn over on your stomach for some reason, like watching a video on your phone or whatever, he will literally climb on your back, no hesitation. like oh, sorry, did you not want to be crushed by this 5′2 libero? too bad

can only cuddle for so long because he gets restless and wants to do something, like make dinner with you or take a shower, or just something. staying still for long is his one inability

OMG noya smells like the method body “simply nourish” body wash with rice milk, coconut, and shea butter. it just - yes. he smells clean, but also kind of like...wild? like he added a dash of pepper? i dunno gOD i know he smells nice bro, i know it

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dameferre · 3 years ago

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I posted 4,902 times in 2021

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#‘it’s just one of those areas yknow. like there aren’t enough poc living there so all the food sucks’ and she was like ‘mmhmm i getcha.’

My Top Posts in 2021

happy prince phillip is dead day to my mom, who when i showed her a page of ‘prince phillip is a walking corpse’ memes said (after she’d finished laughing) ‘all of those people are going to feel so bad when he actually dies’

290 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 12:41:09 GMT

i know no one asked and im never gonna write it but my comfort fic this week has been one that only exists in my mind, which is... just a collection of zuko and katara moments

zuko coming out to katara, bc she’s got accepting mom vibes, and katara gets to experience the sweet euphoria of hanging out with a dude, who is not related to her, without worrying about him being attracted to her in the slightest

sokka proposes to suki, suki accepts, zuko cannot understand why it feels like his entire world is crumbling around him but katara can, and she and toph distract him for a bit

zuko and katara comforting sokka together after suki breaks off the engagement

zuko giving a speech at katara and aang’s wedding

the slow progression of zuko and sokka best friends to lovers as seen by katara, who at one point sits sokka down and says ‘you’re my brother and i’ll stand by you no matter what, but please for the love of fuck be sure about this before you get zuko involved. dont risk your friendship if you aren’t 100% sure’

zuko telling katara he plans to propose (katara cries)

katara giving a speech at sokka and zuko’s wedding (zuko cries)

just a thousand little moments of the two of them bonding over how ridiculous and wonderful the loves of their lives are

most crucially, katara and zuko doing some diplomatic thing together or whatever and accidentally getting stranded together. and then katara goes into labour. i cannot express how much serotonin i get from the idea of zuko. zuko. helping katara through labour. and by helping i mean letting her squeeze his hand until she breaks a finger (she’ll heal it later) and talking him through delivering the baby. he cries more than she does, and probably passes out. i think i personally deserve this scene

it probably ends with zuko and katara, helping each other through grief after both sokka and aang pass, but im not trying to make myself sad here this is a happy imaginary fic about best friends okay

378 notes • Posted 2021-04-15 22:34:06 GMT

ok this is nonsense so don’t take it too seriously but my friend just reminded me that before the panaderia hit her 2020 mission was to sleep her way through the alphabet (she got to h)

so now i can’t stop thinking about sokka who makes the same resolution one year and asks zuko ahead of time to fill the ‘z’ slot because “who else am i gonna hook up with? some asshole named zach?” and zuko laughs it off at the time but then slowly realises he. might not be entirely opposed to that.

and then hijinks ensue as zuko tries to rush sokka through the rest of the alphabet by way of overly enthusiastic matchmaking and simultaneous aggression towards anyone on earth with a name that starts with ‘z’

385 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 21:21:31 GMT

people of colour, for fucking lifetimes: white supremacists in america are dangerous terrorists and if they go unchecked they will try to bring about the downfall of our democracy

white people, today: wow?? white supremacists?? in america?? are DaNGerOus??? terrorISts??? and they’re trying to bring about the downfall of our democracy???????/????????/??/?//?

592 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 20:37:28 GMT

What You See You Might Not Get (art by the incomparable @sebsketchs)

Five things Zuko learned about Sokka, and one thing Sokka already knew about Zuko.

a zukka star trek au for three days of zukka week 2021 prompts! 5+1, hurt/comfort, and free space day bc it’s about as au as it gets

1267 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 02:49:16 GMT

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#this is fun #3/5 posts are zukka as it should be and also. checks out lmao #actually the most surprising thing here is the amt of asks ive answered #wild #ep

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