#i bought popcorn to take home

[baggy-holmes]

i haven’t had a better sunday in a while

[sivyera]

F1 and MotoGP drivers as love types

f1 - max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norriss

motogp - pecco bagnaia, enea bastianini, marc marquez, alex marquez, fabio quartararo, luca marini, marco bezzecchi, jorge martin, pedro acosta, david alonso

a/n: i hope you'll like it since not many people write for motogp nor f1, also don't worry i have more fics in mind just please be patient with me, i'm trying :) also should i add Rossi? i love him but he's retired so...

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⤷ Max Verstappen - you fell first but he fell harder

when you met Max, you almost immediately fell in love. i mean he was talented, funny and very handsome. but he didn't seem to return such strong feelings for you, from the start. the more he spend time with you tho, the more he fell in love with you and before you could blink, he was DROWNING in his love for you!

he always has to have you near him, not only while racing, i mean always. you want to take a shower? he'll wash your hair. you want to go shopping? he'll hold your bags. but when he was racing, he needed to have at least 1 kiss and session of cuddles after. he can actually get pretty clingy when it comes to you, i mean you're his gorgeous girlfriend how can he not!?

sometimes Max thinks that he can be little overwhelming with his love and overall attention he gives you but you quickly tell him how much you enjoy when he treats you like the only girl in the world, which he really does. because you're the only girl in the world for him

he'll literally do anything for you! he knows you love late night rides in his car, so he'll just grab you and drive with you through the streets of his home city from time to time.

⤷ Lewis Hamilton - rich love

Lewis is called "the billion dolar man" so it is kinda obvious how rich this love is. BUT it has two meanings! first- this love is rich because Lewis LOVES to spoil you. he'll literally buy you anything you land your eyes on without any word. he'll often buy you new clothes or jewelry but he'll also buy you new car or a vacation, whatever you want. second- this love is rich because Lewis loves you dearly. he treats you like royalty and he isn't planning on stopping any time soon!

you and Roscoe are his favourite beings in the whole world, you're his family so really be expecting to be treated like a royalty, i have to say it twice. he has you and Roscoe as a wallpaper so whenever he looks at his phone he smiles. and he LOVES it because it's actually a beautiful photo.

but even tho Lewis is rich and he treats you expensive, he also does not disdain comfortable cuddles on his sofa in matching pyjama, popcorn and some good movie. because whenever he can hold you, oh god don't be expecting to move any time soon! Roscoe usually accompanies you so you really won't be going anywhere cuz that dog loves you just as much and he isn't really a small doggy.

⤷ George Russell - best friends to lovers

you and George started of as friend, soon became best friends and it was like this for some time. you two also though that it'll stay like this since you two had completely different dating lives but oh boy were you two wrong!

it soon turned into longer looks that you gave each other. for example George had to focus on the circuit but all he could look at was you or you were suppose to made the team some toasts but burned them because you were staring at George who was taking off his sweaty shirt.

to your surprise, none of you actually confessed. one time you two were joking around as always but suddenly you caught each others eyes, staring at each other and bum- you kissed.

from that time George is very proud of you as his girlfriend, everybody knows at least 10 times because George told them. he also bought that white t-shirt that says "i love my girlfriend" and wore it on every race from that time.

⤷ Charles Leclerc - true love

yours and Charles's love is the type of love that lasts forever, you two will grew old with each other and honestly he CANNOT wait for that to happen! the thought of you two being old together while he lived the life through and through with you by his side.. so cute.

he's a gentleman so he'll buy you flowers or write you letters or give you his t-shirt/helmet because he knew you keep all the stuff he gives you, just like he does with the things you make him. since you usually draw him silly pictures of cute fat cats or a paper full of hearts and your kisses. it all holds the memories he wants to remember...

Leo fell in love with you instantly, that little ball of sunshine fur was deeply in love with you just like his owner, maybe even more! that made Charles so happy because after all he loves his dog and he wants him to go along with you... it went TOO well and now he's jealous because Leo is often stealing your attention.

head kisses! not forehead kisses, he loves to kiss you ON TOP of your head, on your hair.

⤷ Carlos Sainz - any universe

Carlos was ABSOLUTELY smitten by you, it was like his soul could be finally at absolute peace. it was strange yet very calming. he felt like he knew you for years when in reality he knew you few hours. that was the time when he realized he needs you.

well from that time you two got close, way too close, and before you knew it- he was asking you to be his girlfriend, now you were together for over a year! it all went so fast because you two felt like you knew each other! neither of you could describe it really..

you knew that you two had to know each other in different lives, on different planets, in a different time, under different circumstances, it was obvious.

Carlos loves your smile, it's like he remembers it. it's like you were his guardian angel all the time, it was like he knew your smile all his life! that's why whenever you smiled at him, he knew he was okay.

⤷ Lando Norris - teenage love

Lando felt like a teenager when he was with you and i mean it in the best way possible. you know what they say- "when a man acts like a child, he's in love", that was Lando.

with you everything was so vibrant, so happy, so colorful, so perfect! he could climb a mountain just for the fun of it, you gave him strength and power- which was pretty useful when he raced.

he would let you do whatever you want to him- masks? sure. plug his brows? sure. cut his hair? sure. paint his nails? sure. whatever. he just didn't care when he had you nor he was scared that he'd look ugly with his new haircut, it was from YOU, he was gonna be handsome way more than he was before.

he tries to be romantic with you but sometimes he fails so he usually just cuddles with you and when the world is quiet- he whispers his feelings into your eat. he usually does it when you fell asleep so don't tell him you're actually awake.

⤷ Francesco "Pecco" Bagnaia - unconditional love

Pecco really loves you unconditionally and there is no other word that would describe it. he'd love you if you changed your hair, he'd love you if you accidently plugged your brows too much, he'd love you if you were a worm, he'd love you if you'd be angry at him- there's just nothing you can do that would make him not love you and visa versa.

he really really appreciates your support on the track because you keep him happy and hopeful. he doesn't need to win because he already won in his life- he won you and you're something no motogp trophy can trump.

he loves when you play with his hair and yes before you ask- yes you can put pink bows or flowers into his hair, whatever you want pretty girl and he'll watch you with hearts in his eyes.

after a race he gets kinda needy so be prepared for whole night full of cuddles and soft kisses. he'll hold you tight around your waist with his head buried in your cleavage- close to your neck yet close to your chest, while he would mumble about the race with your fingers scratching his scalp.

⤷ Enea Bastianini - love at first sight

this is kinda easy to describe since it happened so fast. basically when you and Enea met- it was like the zing, you know from hotel transylvania what happened to mavis and johnny happened to you two. Enea was sent over the moon!

from that time you two were inseparable. you were with him even when he was racing because he always kept something of yours that he could have while racing- like a hair band. you were his lucky charm...

if you thought he was all around you while you two were in public well you aren't prepared for him when you two are alone! he basically has you on his back or in his arms and walks everywhere like this with you, he's like glued to you! of course if you need to be alone he'll give you space but he'll be waiting close by.

overall he's just like a puppy in love, it's cute, you cannot be mad at this man. he just loves you so much, so much that he believes his heart beats for you.

⤷ Marc Marquez - soulmates

Marc didn't really believe in stuff like soulmates until he met you, oh but when he did- oh boy was he feeling stupid for not believing. with you he felt like real life just entered him, his soul felt alive, he felt like fucking hercules just because you were near!

you'd be his huge rock meaning he'd have a lot of support in you, through the years he'd always come to you. whenever he and his team were talking about the race or new upgrades they wanted to do on his bike in his garage, you'll always be found sitting on his lap with his arm resting on your hips.

your touch basically calm him, your presence put him into peace, your voice sooth him- so whenever you combined these into one, meaning you two cuddle in his bed- he is in heaven.

he'd be really protective of you and even little possessive because if you brought him such ecstasy- you could do that to others and he noticed so he wasn't gonna let you wonder around, he needs his girl close to him.

⤷ Alex Marquez - whatever it takes

Alex was often in the shadows of his more successful older brother so when he met you, he thought you wouldn't really spend much time with him. but when you did and you actually took interest in him and listened to him- he knew he'd do whatever it takes to make you his.

that pretty much happened way sooner than he thought it would happen. he was so proud of himself that he had something his brother didn't and never could have had. you were his greatest victory.

he always kept you close since he felt like he was a king when you were with him, so before and after race he'll need A LOT of your attention. you're like his sun, he like recharges with you.

Alex loves giving you hugs from behind since he's pretty tall. so he can just wrap you in his arms, have you close while smelling your scent and feeling your soft skin against his, he is 'protecting' you like this- yea he loved that.

⤷ Fabio Quartararo - falling in love fast

Fabio is easy going guy- he's funny, he has charisma, he has passion and vision and he really goes after what he wants to accomplish. and you were one of the people who never gave up on him. when he tried too little and ended up on 13th place? you were here for him. when he lost again because he tried too hard? you were also here for him. he fell in love with you so quickly. it was like he was always in love with you.

he'll let you do all types of tiktok trends, he'll often be the one who suggested to do them in the first place. many of his fans are literally living for these cute videos of you two.

he knows how much you love to see him in his gear, especially when his abs are showing so he always makes sure he's near you when he's like this. he loves your attention and he needs it because otherwise he turns into a grumpy old man.

he calls you sweet nicknames, often saying them in french since he knows how much his native language turns you on.

⤷  Luca Marini - meant to be

you and Luca clicked so quickly. i know how weird and "i have love glasses on" mind sound like but you two were fitting together like a puzzle! when you two were with each other, you became the IT couple. many were jealous.

he's actually pretty skilled and by that i mean he can braid your hair. he can do a simple braid but still! and he loves it- he'll have you sat between his legs while he's running his fingers through your hair. it comforts the both of you.

but just as much as he loves touching your hair, he loves when YOU touch his hair. so whenever you take a shower, he's right there with you, if you let him, hoping that he can wash your hair and then you'll wash his hair. i think it's getting little complicated, haha

he also loves kissing your cheek like a gentleman, even tho everyone knows that kissing your lips is his favourite.

⤷ Marco Bezzecchi - teenage love

now don't get me wrong, i know he's an adult man but... come on, whenever he's near you he acts like a little boy. he's all over you, hugging you, smiling at you, kissing your cheek, holding your hand- yeah everything that comes to your mind.

you're his biggest support and biggest reason to try harder and harder every time. every time he wins, he runs right towards you to hug you and kiss your whole face. also in every interview he's like "i won this for my girlfriend."

Rubik actually fell in love with you just as much as his owner so you usually think you have two dogs that are literally giving you the puppy dog love- it's the sweetest thing ever.

Marco will probably soon or later tattoo your name or something special for both of you on his arm. he needs to have you forever on his body, without any shame.

⤷ Jorge Martin - slow burn

Jorge knew from the start that he likes you but he didn't want to start anything with you since his career in motogp was quickly rising. he was winning over and over again, more people needed his attention and he needed to train more so he didn't wanna start anything serious because he knew he'd be neglecting you. he didn't want to mess things up from the start because he really cared about you...

well later on he just couldn't cope anymore with his urges to have you, so he confessed and you two started dating. still he was often scared about you leaving him after you find out how exhausting his job can be. lucky for him you were the biggest support which made him win even more races.

he'll often seek your comfort like cuddle and kisses before and after each race since like i said you're his biggest support. you motivate him before the race and you calm him down after the race.

⤷ Pedro Acosta - first and only love

sharky over here never though he'd met his true love so early in life, i mean he's 19, that's young for finding his true love. many don't find their true love their whole life yet he got really lucky... he really felt grateful each day for you.

i believe you'd find some shark costumes (pink for you and blue for him) and will make him wear it. he'd mumble about it but he'll still wear it, if that makes you happy.

he'll often tease you about little stuff which will often drive you nuts but he knows you love it. but even tho this boy tease you, he also needs some of your attention, some sweet attention- meaning he's actually hug and cuddle sucker.

he'll cuddle with you (basically have you in choke hold, lol) whole night and he won't let go of you so easily so if you need to pee- no you don't.

⤷ David Alonso - pure love

this boy is the sweetest of them all. he's the youngest (and i believe he was written by a woman) so he's the biggest gentleman you'll ever met. BUT he's not only a gentleman he's also a gentle man- meaning that every time he touches you it's like he was touching something so precious that he was afraid to break it.

he's a really sweet boy so there's no way his eyes are on someone else than on you (not like any other man here would cheat but ykyk) he's all over you, loving you with his WHOLE heart and even more. he'd bring you the blue out of sky just because!

he loves cuddling, like a lot, and he loves to hold you in his arms with your head on his chest. for some reason it's comforting for him like this, probably because he feels manly.

David thought racing is his passion and don't get me wrong it is and he's really talented and has a long successful career in front on him but YOU are way important than racing. you're the love of his life and the only thing he wants is you to be happy... his love for you is really the purest.

[kykyonthemoon]

Under The Weather

Zayne came to visit you when you were unwell, and turned out, you were not the only one who needed special care.

── .✦ Zayne x Female Reader|MC

♡︎. Tags: fluff, sweet, soft domestic fluff, tender loving care, established relationship, sickness, seasonal flu and usage of medication.

♡︎. Word count: ~1k

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In a dreaming state, you woke up at midday. The doorbell rang, and you had to force yourself to move your painful, fatigued body. 

Zayne was waiting for you outside. At that moment, you immediately recalled something really important.

You had stood Zayne up.

That Saturday morning was supposed to be your date at the cinema with Zayne. But in the early morning, you had a fever and ultimately fell asleep. You turned to look at the wall clock inside the room and felt even more guilty.

Zayne, though, remained silent. Just by looking at your current state, he could tell why you did not show up at the cinema. The first thing he did after entering your flat was take your temperature.

“S-Sorry, Zayne…” You mumbled while he got you some medication. “But… How was the movie?”

"I don't know." His voice echoed from the kitchen, where he was pouring a cup of water. 

“Huh?… Didn't you watch it?”

Zayne appeared in front of you. In one hand he carried a few pills, and in the other a glass of warm water. He spread both of them in front of you, bending down slightly to be within your reach on the sofa.

“I bought two tickets. If I only used one, the remaining would feel very lonely.”

Despite your feeble grin, it seemed as though a bit more life had been infused into the flower that was your heart.

“Sorry that I made you wait…” You replied after taking the medication. All of a sudden, you could picture Zayne sitting by himself at the cinema, two tickets in hand, soft drinks and popcorn beside him. You were filled with guilt. You felt so guilty. “You can just call me next time, if something like this happens again.”

“I did make a call.”

"Huh? I don't remember receiving any call..." 

You quickly found the phone on the table and turned it on. There were dozens of calls and messages from Zayne with no response. You must have fallen deep asleep, as you did not  know anything. 

Zayne lowered himself in front of you with one knee bent on the floor. He looked up at you, his hand gently ruffled your hair.

“"It's fortunate that you didn't get yourself into any trouble scarier than a fever.”

You grinned. Zayne treated you with gentleness as always. Even when you had stood him up, he did not get angry and came to your place to take care of you. All of a sudden, you were dying to kiss him. Yet when you softly closed your eyes and leaned towards his direction, your nose started to itch, causing you to sneeze violently and collapsing into Zayne instead.

He held you in his arms, caressing your soft hair. Just as you were about to sneeze again, Zayne snatched up a tissue from the table and carefully put it to your nose. Your hair was disheveled and your whole face reddened. You were still in your jammies with snowmen on them. You were so embarrassed to let him see you looking that unkempt. Zayne, though, only gave you a soft stroke on the face, saying that you should rest some more. He would take care of lunch. You drifted off into another dream right after Zayne carried you back to the bedroom.

When you woke up, he had finished preparing porridge and a light meal. Since you still wanted to make it up to Zayne for that movie both of you had missed that morning, you suggested another one at home. You curled up on the sofa, leaning against him. Remembering what he had mentioned during the meal earlier that there had been a seasonal flu epidemic in Linkon recently, you quickly rose up and moved far away from him, all the way to the other side of the sofa. Zayne rolled his eyes at you, wondering why you were acting so strange. 

“I don't want to give Doctor Zayne my flu…” You clarified.

Zayne smiled, shaking his head slightly. He gradually moved towards you until you were both sitting side by side like earlier. 

“I have a strong immune system. I am capable of taking care of you in every way without becoming sick."

Undoubtedly, you took Zayne's word for it and allowed him to look after you for the next few days. However, by the time you recovered, he was the one to get sick.

“I thought Doctor Zayne was so confident about his immune system.” While taking his temperature, you could not resist teasing him more.

Zayne lay on the bed without responding. His nose tip was red from excessive sneezing, and his body was heated from a fever. You took the opportunity to poke his cheek several times. His face reddened even more, and he appeared uneasy while lying still. Doctor Zayne seldom became so submissive and tolerated your bothering him to this extent.

You assisted him in taking his medication and urge him to get more rest.

“You should… go home… I'll be fine again tomorrow…” Zayne said. 

"I'm not leaving. You caught the flu from me, didn't you? It is now my responsibility to take care of you until you fully recover!"

Zayne met your determined gaze. He smiled softly. 

“Heal me then, Doc-tor.”

You leaned down, about to kiss him, but Zayne quickly put a hand on his lips to stop you.

“That is... not something we can do right now…”

You grimaced before giving his knuckles a tender kiss. 

"So you have to make it up to me later once you get better, Doctor Zayne," you said.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Dark Cinema - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bf! Minho x fem! reader

summary:Your boyfriend has been so busy lately. It will be nice to spend some quiet time alone in a dark theater together. And you know that Minho has a difficult time keeping his hands to himself.

warnings: exhibitionism, humiliation, fingering, dom! Minho, orgasms, squirting

“Movie night!” You tugged at Minho's shirt as the two of you walked into the crowded movie theater together.

Friday nights were always busy, but with the new Deadpool & Wolverine out, people were flocking to the theater in mob-sized groups. Minho stepped to the counter and bought your tickets. He bought popcorn and your favorite candy without even a second thought. You had long ago established that there were certain food groups that were absolutely necessary to consume during a movie, to this rule there could be no argument. So Minho had learned about the salty/sweet combination and never questioned you again.

Your seats were towards the middle so you could get the best view of the film. There was no one beside either one of you, but there were a few couples in front and behind you. You half expected Minho to pick seats more towards the back of the theater to give the two of you more privacy. You turned towards him before the lights went down and leaned into his ear.

“Thank you for this. I love you.” Your voice was soft and warm against Minho's ear. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

He groaned low and you leaned back to face the screen. He replied with a simple, “I love you too.” What he really wanted to say was,

I want to kiss you.

I want to taste you.

I want to make you moan.

I want to feel you squeeze around me.

Minho was desperate. He had been working like a dog for weeks. Every night he got home, you were already asleep. He could feel the blood pumping to his dick every time he looked at you. He needed to have you. Now. He couldn't take it anymore. He started to squeeze your thigh, slowly moving it up towards your most sensitive spots.

“Don't be too loud, princess. We don't want to interrupt the movie for everyone else, do we?” Minho's voice was thick with desire. His hands moved and swayed across the lining of your cotton panties.

You held your breath and tried to keep your whimpers low. The cushion of the movie theater seat was almost pulling you in as you pressed your back hard against it. Minho knew exactly what he was capable of. He loved to see you squirm like this. Like a little bunny with its legs caught in a trap. His breath was coming out in short and uneven huffs as he moved closer to your ear.

That's it, let's see how ready you are for me, princess.” Minho's long, slender middle finger slid beneath the hem of your underwear to the slick folds underneath. His finger dipped inside for a moment, bringing back a long, sticky string of juices to your clit. His index finger joined in on the fun and began to touch and incite along your swollen bud. Your legs squeezed together while you held your breath tight inside your throat. Your mouth was pressed firmly closed. You knew if you parted your lips for even just a second, a desperate, needy little noise would hiss past your teeth and out into the room. Movie goers would hear of the disgusting, perverted woman that moaned and whined inside a theater.

Minho's fingers continued to swirl and move around and inside your cunt. The juices now abundance and spread across your clit. He leaned his head into your neck, mercilessly licking and nibbling your neck until you had no choice but to whimper softly. Some small squeaks of pleading and begging poured from your wet mouth as you dug your fingers into the armrest of the chair.

“Please, Minho…” was all you could muster as your boyfriend's fingers continued to slip and glide in and out of you.

“Please what? Use your words.” Minho let out a soft, taunting chuckle.

Every ounce of your being was screaming and clawing and begging for release. And Minho knew it. He could see it in your twisted expression just how close to the edge you were. He knew exactly how to make you come undone. Like a careful safe cracker, turning the dial a little this way, then a little that way. Until the door swings wide open, revealing the treasure inside.

Minho flexed the muscle in his forearm and allowed his fingers to slide deep into your walls. You clenched around him with a pathetic pull until he was knuckle deep. A possessive pace began as his middle and index finger worked in tandem, hooking their way up towards your belly button and hitting that perfect point that made the sparks in your brain flicker on and off and on again.

He wanted to see what kind of mess you could make in front of all these people, his little princess, his good girl. He wanted to know how unraveled you could get for him. You pressed your hand against your mouth and cried into your palm. Something unholy was happening between your legs and you needed to climb to the top of this ungodly mountain to see what lay on the other side.

“Fuck!” You moaned out loud, in between a car chase scene. The cars on the screen flipped and crumpled onto the unforgiving pavement, while your orgasm seeped and streamed out of you leaving you a limp and boneless mess.

Minho smiled proudly, sliding his fingers from inside your panties and into your mouth. Your mind was so fuzzy and distracted you didn't even fight it, with Minho's soaked fingers dancing along your tongue.

“You taste so good, don't you?”

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[jakesangel]

first date w jake ꣑୧

jake might seem cocky n super flirty but when it comes to blossoming love he is more the shy type. giggles hidden behind his hands n flirty joke said w a hint of embarrassment, this is how newly love w jake feels like. but as much as shy he is he will never back down in shooting his shot w the pretty girl right in front of him, do you wanna go to see a movie w me someday ? he would shyly say, looking away as his hand would be behind his head, a soothing manner to cope w his anxiety. but as he senses your flustered state, his would slowly fade away, specially when you agree to his offer. 8pm tonight ? the one in the shopping mall ? he would add a bit too fast, his excitement barely hidden.

at home, he would totally freak out, the group chat going on fire as he doesn't know how to dress or even process his pretty girl accept a date w him. his heart would beat so so fast, excitement n stress buzzing out of him, he'd even arrive earlier at the cinema, almost 20 minutes early and even on site, he can't stay put. it would be as he sat down, waiting for you,that he'd realize, his mind being full of you, that he forgot to bring flowers, going right back up in search of a fleurist.

seeing you all dolled up, just for him, almost made him fall on his knees, but once he sees you sawing him, finally walking to him smiling, he lost it. h-hi y/n, you look so beautiful, he would say breathless. he even forgot to give you the flowers he bought you, that you'd have to tell him thank you first for him to give it to you. oh yeah sorry, these are for you he would say as he hand them, n if you are flustered or if he his brave enough he would add, you're prettier than them tho. after little chitchat, he would lead you to the reception to buy the tickets n the snacks. he will get you everything you want, some drink n popcorn but wouldn't let you buy anything, you look like a princess, i just treat you like one, no ? or can't let a pretty girl waste her money w such, his true self coming back.

during the movie, he would try to focus but how can he ? you're sitting so close to him, your scent filling up his nose. he would look your way, also using the popcorn between the both of you as an excuse to touch your hand for spilt second. n truly the movie date was a bad idea : he doesnt want to not talk w you, nor not look at you. he is stuck in his chair, darkness surrounding him, blocking his view of you. he has you so close yet so far, he doesnt know what to do. so he just let his body act on his own, hoping it won't make you uncomfortable. his hand would come close to yours, tasting the waters, n as he sees you not pulling away, he'd take your hand in his.

your hands would stay together, thru out the movie, or even throwing out your waste. his hand remain in yours as you walk side by side, walking you to your place. thank you for coming w me today y/n or i really had a good time w you, he would say in front of your front door. could we redo it, another day ?

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[sserafics]

MAKE A WISH — henry h. x fem reader

fluff, use of y/n, reader has a bad experience w/ bdays, friends to lovers (?), set in season 4-5, second person pov

(requested!)

the dread you feel when you wake up on your birthday isn’t unfamiliar. every year it’s like this. quiet. lonely. though, it’s not all bad. at least you don’t have people nagging at you to open their presents first.. or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

your birthday has never been something you particularly look forward to; the day has always been filled with empty promises, disappointment, or just being alone in general.

this year, you’ve decided to just stay home, locked in your room all day with a blanket and movies you love to watch on repeat.

you’re curled up on your bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets while you watch a movie you’ve seen a thousand times before.

it was peaceful, almost like today was just a normal day, and not something you should be celebrating with friends and family; until a knock on your window startles you. you frown and pause the movie, getting out of bed and walking to your window. you open the blinds slowly, squinting against the light that filters into the previously dark room.

your brow furrows when you see your best friend, henry hart standing— or sitting on the tree next to your window.

“happy birthday, y/n.” he beams, smiling widely as if he’s not one slip away from falling two stories down. he’s holding a box in his hand, wrapped neatly with colored paper.

you blink. “henry, what are you doing here?” you ask, still frowning as you help him inside.

“i’m here you kidnap you,” he says sarcastically, slipping through your window effortlessly. he hands you the box he was holding, gesturing for you to open it.

you take it, looking at him skeptically before popping the lid open.

“i know you like to spend your birthday alone, but i thought you’d wanna give this a shot.” he gestures to the box, where two tickets to a carnival lay, next to a small pack of your favorite candy. a small smile makes its way to your lips.

you look back up at him, now hesitant as you remember your past birthdays. the disappointment and sadness the day always brought, but there’s a look in his eyes that intrigues you.

“i don’t know..” you murmur, your gaze trailing back to the tickets.

“come on,” he urges you gently, “just give me a few hours. if you hate it, i’ll bring you back, deal?”

you bite your lip, still a bit skeptical.

“i already bought the tickets.” he adds, smiling again at the look on your face after he says that.

you sigh, still debating in your mind if this is worth the trouble, after all, birthdays aren’t really your thing, yet the look on his face makes you second guess yourself.

you nod after a moment. “fine, but just a few hours.”

henry’s grin widens and he takes your hand, leading you out your room. as the two of you leave your house, you can’t help but wonder why he didn’t just knock on the front door. your parents aren’t home anyway, so it’s not like it’d matter.

you don’t have much time to dwell on the thought, the lights and sounds of the carnival ahead breaking you out of your thoughts.

when you arrive, your eyes widen in awe. the colorful lights, the laughter of children, the delicious smell of popcorn and cotton candy— all fills your senses as you two walk in. the atmosphere is a start contrast to the quiet day you had planned on having. you look over at henry and see he’s already looking at you, smiling at your reaction.

“well? what do you think?” he asks, letting go of your hand briefly to fetch the tickets, handing them to the guy in the booth.

“it’s… nice.” you mumble, still looking around at the lively atmosphere.

after the two of you are let in, you approach the game booths. despite your initial reluctance on coming, you start to feel excitement and enthusiasm as he hands the woman at the ring toss booth a few quarters.

you stifle a laugh as henry tries (but fails) to win you a specific panda plush that caught your eye the moment you stepped foot in the carnival.

the two of you have been standing here for about ten minutes, him being determined to win you the plush.

“here, let me try.” you tell him, taking one of the darts from his hands. you turn back towards the booth and throw the dart, hitting the exact balloon he was aiming for, a prideful smile forming on your lips as the man in the booth reaches for the plush and hands it to you.

you look over at henry, who looks shocked. his jaw dropped, almost looking offended at you hitting the balloon so effortlessly.

“i’m supposed to be winning you prizes for your birthday, not the other way around, y/n” he says, sounding exasperated yet joking.

you laugh and reach for his hand, pulling him toward another booth, the panda plush tucked under your arm. “cmon, you can win me that one.” you add, pointing to a stuffed frog at a beanbag toss booth.

when the sun begins to set, a warm glow casting over the carnival from it, henry leads you to the ferris wheel. you hold onto the stuffed animals and the other things he managed to win you tightly as the two of you enter the pod.

you take a seat on one side of the ferris wheel, and you furrow your brows at the box sitting on the other side.

henry grabs the box and places it on his lap, opening the lid to reveal a small cake, that writes ‘happy birthday y/n’ in cursive lettering on top.

“i made this for you.” he smiles, pulling out a small pack of candles and a lighter, lighting them as the ferris wheel begins to slowly move.

he holds the cake near your face, the light of the candles illuminating your face. he smiles wider as he says, “make a wish, y/n”

you close your eyes, a warm feeling in your chest slowly building up as you make your wish. you open your eyes and blow out the candles, smiling softly.

you look at him again, noticing his face closer than your used to. you don’t pull away, though.

he laughs awkwardly before pulling out a plastic fork from the box and cutting a small piece from the cake. “say ‘ah’” he smirks playfully, holding the piece up to your mouth.

you roll your eyes but part your lips, allowing him to feed you. he feeds you a few bites and even purposely smears a bit of frosting onto your nose, making your face scrunch up. he laughs at that and sets the cake down on the seat. you turn to look out the window, taking in the view of swellview below you, the sunset casting a warm glow over the buildings.

“hey, y/n.” his voice rings out, making you turn back to look at him, confused.

“yeah?”

“you’ve got some frosting,” he gestures vaguely to your face, making you frown and try to wipe it away.

“no, no. not there.” he adds, smiling wider and leaning closer. you don’t notice at first. he gently grabs your wrist to stop you from rubbing at your face.

“where is it?-“ you began, thinking he’d get it for you, but your words cut off when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you softly, cupping your cheek.

the kiss was short, almost like it never happened, but the way his hand cups your face assures you that it’s real. your best friend is kissing you.

you pull back after a moment, your cheeks feeling hot as you open your eyes, looking up at him.

“got it.” he comments smugly.

you blink. your wish came true.

later that night, as henry helps you climb back into your window, you can’t help but ask him something that’s been on your mind since earlier.

as you plop into your bedroom, you turn back to the window, where he’s sitting on the tree again.

“hey henry?”

“hm?” he hums, looking back at you, slightly confused.

“schwoz made the cake, didn’t he?”

…

“…yeah.”

(a/n) omf this took me so long to post 😞 thank u to whoever requested this!! it was so cute and fun to write 🫶🏻 also to everyone else who sent me a request i’ll try my best to get them done soon! thank u for ur patience and i hope you guys enjoyed reading!!! :)

[erwinsvow]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

summary: rafe's realizing how much better he is now, ever since he met you

word count: 1.6k

now spinning: love song by lana del rey

author's note: can't think about anything else but rafe being happy n content.... eeeee <3

part of this little universe

Rafe’s beginning to think you’re really good for him. 

It starts off pretty small—little things, here and there. The way he doesn’t go to bed completely angry and pent up anymore—that’s because you text him good night, every night, without fail. Even when he doesn’t say it first, even when he’s not on his phone and told you he’d be busy taking care of stuff with his dad all day.

After your first date, when you were sitting in the passenger seat of his truck—licking on an ice cream cone he’d bought you after dinner because the two of you were have a difficult time trying to find a reason to end the night—he opens up his phone to add your number to his contacts, and you hover over his shoulder, choosing little emojis to have next to your name and being very picky about it. 

When you finally decide on the perfect combination, he turns to look at your face, which is way too close to his. He decides then and there that you wanted to be kissed, because you’d never get so close if you didn’t. The truth was that you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from how the little blue heart and butterfly and flowers looked next to your name in his phone, but he doesn’t need to know that, not if he’s going to kiss you like that every time. 

And now whenever he picks up his phone and sees those little blue shapes, he feels better, instantaneously. 

So much so that he doesn’t yell at Wheezie and Sarah so much anymore. That’s another small thing— Rafe can’t even recall what he used to get so annoyed about, so angry that he’d pick fights over it. Sarah’s never home anyways, but when she is, you’re making conversation with her, smiling up at Rafe trying to involve him in the discussion about whatever the hell you guys talk about. 

Wheezie’s always home, and he actually realizes how funny she is, especially with you. He sits on the couch with his laptop, looking at things that you don’t understand and don’t really care about, while Sleepless in Seattle plays on the television.

You and Wheezie sit next to each other, half-eaten popcorn and candy scattered between you two, a box of tissues within reach because you told her they were absolutely necessary, even though she didn’t believe you.

Rafe only looks up when hears the unmistakable sound of you sniffling and crying—panicking briefly, trying to make sure he handles this correctly, properly, so he doesn’t scare you away—when he realizes it’s just the movie. 

He lets out a sigh of relief, of which you take note. You turn to hand Wheezie a tissue and then look back at Rafe, worried he’s going to be annoyed that you’re crying over this movie.

It’s silly, because he’s been nothing but nice to you, sweet as sugar all the time, but you remember what your friends used to tell you, the back-and-forth with Sarah, Wheezie’s comments about how much nicer Rafe’s been recently. How he’s been nicer since he met you. You look at him for a little, seconds passing by as your heart thuds in your chest. 

“I can’t believe this-” you hear Wheezie sob in the background, reaching for another handful of popcorn. “They just left!”

You almost turn away from Rafe just then, not wanting to see his reaction, when he closes his laptop and slides his body over to sit closer to you, one hand around your shoulder pulling you close and the other reaching to grab a clean tissue, holding it in his hand for you, for when you need it. You smile against his chest, clasping your hand around his. 

“You really cry over this crap, kid?” You whine, a muffled noise of protest spoken against his shirt, half-hearted. “We all knew they were gonna end up together.”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” you murmur, not paying attention to the movie anymore, eyes hyper-focused on the shiny metal of Rafe’s ring on his fingers. 

“Shut up, Rafe, I’m watching this-”

“You shut up, Wheeze, and pass the chocolate.”

It’s become a regular occurrence, actually, having you around at Tannyhill. You go through plenty of movies with Wheezie, occupying her time while getting to be with Rafe. You join them for their periodic family dinners, dolled up in your nicest clothes even though Rafe tells you it doesn’t matter. He wants you down there in his hoodie, but you refuse.

You want to make a good impression on Ward, you tell him, that it’s important to you if his dad likes you, if he approves of you, if he likes having you around. Rafe doesn’t get why you care—you’ll still be in his life whether Ward approves or not—but he plays along with it.

You wear pretty blue dresses and bring chapter books from the library for Wheezie and some history novels for his dad. You’re all smiles and conversation at their normally silent table, which he thinks is nice. Rafe still believes it would be nicer if it was just the two of you, but he doesn’t say anything. 

A picture constructs itself in his head—you and him at the dinner table of your house, the house you two will have together. You’d decorate everything all cute—he can picture it now—but he’s really focusing on when you and he can have these family dinners together, a couple of high chairs and pureed food and screaming toddlers running around. He doesn’t know where the image came from, probably from the sweet way you are with his family, but now it’s rooted itself like an infection that’s impossible to get rid of. He thinks of it, and feels better, and it must be obvious to everyone around him, but you never say anything.

It’s gotten to the point where even Ward notices it, though he refrained from commenting for as long as he could. Besides for dinner and the occasional Good morning sweetheart when you’re passing through the kitchen with Rafe, he doesn’t bother you two much. 

That’s why it really surprises Rafe when he brings you up one day.

“You seem… better, son,” his father says, and he wants to summon up some kind of retort to fire back, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe the impact you have on him is bigger than he thought. “It’s good. She’s good for you. Make sure you take care of her.”

He thinks for a second. There was a time where the first thing out of his mouth would be Don’t tell me how to treat my girl. 

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, dad.”

And then, suddenly, you’re everywhere, a part of everything. He can’t even sit in his truck without thinking of how you should be in the passenger seat. His house feels empty when you’re not curled on the couch trying to decide on what movie to rewatch for the millionth time. He can’t even find any insults for your stupid Pogue friends, because of course they want to spend time with you, when you make everything brighter like this. 

Rafe used to think it’d be humiliating to feel like this, actually being dependent on someone for once, acting and doing better because of you and feeling better even when you’re not there. He doesn’t feel humiliated at all though, he feels surprisingly content, despite everything that’s going on. It’s all background noise now. He feels even better when his door opens, and you make your way into his bedroom.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your bag on his desk. It lands with a thud, probably filled with your current read and another couple of books for his sister. “They all went down to the Chateau to smoke, so I just came over, I hope that’s okay-” You stop talking when you turn and see how he’s looking at you, getting up from his bed to walk up to you. “Rafe? You okay?”

You look at him real sweet, like you’re wondering what could be wrong and how you can help fix it. It’s precious, but he already knew that. His father’s words run through his head again—he has to make sure to take good care of you. 

“Perfect. Even better ‘cause you’re here now.” You shove your hand against his chest, letting out a breath of relief.

“You scared me,” you say with a laugh. You go back to your bag, rustling through it to produce three books, just like he guessed. He starts smiling when you turn around to offer it to him.

“Got one for you this time.” You're beaming, eyes looking at him expectantly.

“Thanks, kid,” he says, and he can’t help the smile that’s growing. He brings you in for a hug the way he always does, arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his chest, and you lean against him like that, holding on tight, breathing steady in his grip. Whatever anger and frustration was bubbling inside melts away with every passing second of touching your soft skin and smelling the scent of your hair. 

It’s no surprise when you two end up a tangled mess in bed hours later, your head resting above his heart, wrapped in his grip, while you start reading the book you got for Rafe aloud.

“Y’know what we should do?” he starts, quietly, interrupting you while you’re flipping to the next page. 

“Hm?” you murmur back, feeling your eyes fluttering shut without the book open and ready to read to distract you into staying awake. Rafe’s skin is warm and his grip is tight. You could fall asleep in seconds right now.

“Get married.”

[brunchable]

Movie Night | Bucky Barnes x f!reader.

Pairings: Fiance Bucky Barnes x f!reader Themes: FLUFF, FLUFF. IT'S SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE. BUCKY JUST BEING HAPPY AND IN LOVE. Summary: You come home exhausted from another day of work, not expecting Bucky to surprise you with a little heart-warming gesture to show you how much he appreciates you. A/N: Bucky is so baby boy in my heart <3 he deserves to be happy :')

You walked through the front door after a long day, the weight of the world seemingly sitting on your shoulders. You dropped your keys onto the table and toed off your shoes, ready to collapse on the couch and maybe watch some mindless TV when you noticed something odd. Your living room lights were off, but there was a soft, warm glow coming from inside... a fort?

You blinked, taking in the sight. There, in the middle of your living room, was a massive pillow fort. Cushions, blankets, and pillows of every kind were stacked together, forming walls and towers. Fairy lights were strung around the outside, casting a soft glow over the entire space. The entrance was a small gap, just wide enough for someone to crawl through. You smiled, already knowing who was behind this.

"Bucky?" you called, your voice filled with amusement.

From inside the fort, you heard a muffled, "Come in, if you dare."

Laughing, you crouched down and peeked inside. Bucky was lying on his back, surrounded by an array of snacks, blankets, and your favorite movies lined up on the tablet in front of him. He grinned up at you, his eyes soft and playful. 

"I built us the fortress of restorous," he said dramatically, holding up a bag of popcorn as if it were a prized treasure.

You crawled inside, the fort much bigger than you thought. It was like stepping into a cozy little world of your own. 

“You did all of this?” you asked, settling down beside him. The pillows were impossibly soft and you found your muscles relaxing and the stress from your work fading away.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the pride in his eyes gave him away. “I figured you could use a little break. Plus, it’s movie night.”

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “This is amazing, Buck.”

He turned toward you, propping his head on his hand as he gazed at you with that soft, thoughtful expression you loved. “You’ve been working so hard, lately. I just want you to know that you're amazing.”

Your heart melted at his words, the care and effort he’d put into this gesture. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, but he grinned as he handed you a bag of your favourite snacks. “Alright, pick a movie. I’ve got everything lined up.”

“DVDs? Where did you even get this? Let alone a DVD player?” You chuckled holding up the case for White Chicks (2004). 

“I bought them,” He paused a beat when he saw your brows starting to furrow, “With my money okay? Your fiancé is old fashioned, just in case your little noggin’ forgot.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you playfully nudged Bucky’s shoulder. "My fiancé, huh? Guess that means I'm stuck with you, old-fashioned DVDs and all," you teased, holding up the case for emphasis. "But seriously, this is kind of adorable. You with a DVD player? It's like a time capsule here."

Bucky grinned, his expression softening as he leaned back against the pillows. "Classic movies, cozy nights... maybe we’ll even get a record player next."

You smiled warmly at him, your heart felt full at how much thought he put into the evening. 

"You know," you said softly, "you always find a way to surprise me. And I love every bit of it." you paused, looking down at the DVD case in your hands before glancing back at him with a smirk. "But I’ll warn you, if you start quoting this movie word for word, you’ll owe me a lot more than just a cozy night in a pillow fort.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, matched with a raised brow.

You grinned, leaning in closer until your faces were only inches apart. “You’ll owe me... a whole day of doing whatever I want. No complaints, no arguing. Just you, me, and whatever ridiculous adventure I come up with.”

“Whatever you want, huh? You think you can handle me agreeing to anything without a fight?”

You laughed softly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I’ll make sure it’s something unforgettable.”

He smirked, “Alright, deal. But only if you can stay awake through the whole movie without falling asleep on my shoulder like last time.”

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. “Excuse me, James Barnes, I did not fall asleep! I was just… resting my eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, pulling yor closer and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, baby.”

You spent the next few hours nestled in the little fort, watching silly comedies and adventure films, laughing so hard at times both of you almost cried. Every now and then, Bucky would nudge you with his shoulder, his playful side showing as he whispered sarcastic comments about the characters on screen.

But the real magic was in the quiet moments. The way Bucky's arm slowly found its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest. The warmth of his body seeping into yours as the world outside the fort seemed to disappear. His hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm as you lay there, completely content in your cosy little world.

At some point during the night, after the third movie, you turned your head slightly to look up at him. He was staring at the screen, his face bathed in the soft glow of the fairy lights, a small smile tugging at his lips. You couldn’t help but admire how peaceful he looked. He deserves that more than anyone else.

Without thinking, you whispered, “I love you.”

The words slipped out so naturally, so effortlessly, that you didn’t even realise what you’d said until Bucky's head snapped down to look at you. For a moment, you panicked, your heart racing. But then, a soft smile spread across his face, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead gently.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice tender. “Always.”

You felt your heart swell, and you snuggled deeper into his arms, letting the warmth of his love and the comfort of the little fort wrap around you like a blanket. As the night grew later and the movies played on, you knew that no matter what, this moment – this simple, perfect moment in the pillow fort – was something you would treasure forever.

And as both of you drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other and the fort Bucky had built, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, in your little fortress of love and warmth.

[yanderefarm]

yandere omega cultist introduction

more bad art. more disjointed thoughts. i hope i don't contradict myself when i write his part 2.

cw;; religion, omegaverse, yandere tendencies, nsft

Nephite is a very devoted and proud follower of Happy Homes. he loves his church, he loves his pastor, he loves his god.

he's always so happy to prepare the sacrament and take care of the youngest members of the church. absolutely anything he can do to help makes him happy.

his father is a very strict and rigid in his beliefs kind of man. his beliefs aligned nicely with the founder's so he and his wife joined when they had just gotten married. all their children have been raised in the cult and they don't know about anything outside of the compound.

Nephite's family along with a few others are technically considered lowest in the church hierarchy because they entered the church after marriage. they don't get treated poorly it just means they're in charge of providing food for the compound.

the coming of age omegas were promised that if they brought new alphas to the cult they would raise in rank with their new families.

Nephite was especially looked at favourably for this due to being a "dominant" omega. he was promised that his new family would be able to rise to the level of elder right under the founder's own family.

his family was more excited about the new power than he was, he just wanted to serve the church.

after meeting you the promise that elders were allowed to go into the city made the raise in rank more appealing to him.

he wants to go to all of your favorite places. he wants to go to the movies and eat popcorn. he wants to play games at the arcade. he wants to try sweets at the cafe. he's never wanted to go to the outside world before he met you.

the church never teaches that the outside world is some ominous and dangerous threat. just that impure omegas have convinced people to disrupt the natural order. if you showed any member of the cult omega/omega couples they would combust.

thats why Nephite has to save you. he has to pull you away from the wickedness of the outside world before you become ruined. if you told him you'd been in alpha/alpha relationships he would combust.

honestly if you tell him about your dating history or experiences he'll combust. he knows it's wrong for an omega to be angry and aggressive but he can't help himself. the idea of any impure hands touching you sends him spiraling.

he could easily be convinced someone else in the cult wants you for themselves. especially if his pastor says so.

he trusts anything his pastor tells him even if it was utterly ridiculous. he was the kind of kid who believed in santa until adulthood. he would believe you if you said the sky was red.

you're the only one who overrides the pastor's words. if the pastor tells him to leave you because you don't love him he wouldn't believe it.

honestly if you started saying you don't love him he could probably justify to himself why you're lying. lying is a sin but its ok he forgives you.

he loves wearing dresses. at first it might seem like a religious thing but the other male omegas in the community usually only wear dresses to church. he wears them all year round.

if you buy him a sundress he'll be so happy he'll wear it every chance he gets. he flaunts it to all his friends how his alpha got him something pretty.

buy him anything and the whole commune will know about it baring few exceptions. you bought him a new bible? he takes it with him everywhere. you bought him some jewelry? its always on to show off at a moments notice. you gave him a cool rock? its his lucky rock and has to go everywhere with him.

he adores pet names. call him anything even if it doesn't sound that cute and he's thrilled. he calls you husband and alpha and dearest until he can't talk anymore.

if you call him wife he'll probably start crying. he likes husband too but he was taught all omegas are wives so he'll probably be confused at first if you call him that.

nsfw

his dad was in charge of making his account and monitoring his messages so unfortunately for you if you ever sent something dirty. the pastor probably also saw it. sorry.

Nephite definitely smells like blackberries and honey. its sweet and warm and permeates through everything he owns.

he has a breeding kink. major breeding kink. after your first night together its like he's constantly in heat (his actual heats are so much worse). he knows it's a bit naughty but he won't be satisfied until he's pregnant.

he'll be understanding if not a bit sad if you don't want to have kids but still tell him you're gonna get him pregnant every night anyway.

one of the few things he wouldn't go around letting everyone know you gifted him is lingerie and toys.

you'll need to explain toys to him a little bit but he understands lingerie. he loves lingerie. if you buy him some he'll wear it under his dresses all the time. it feels a bit naughty but he doesn't mind.

definitely secretly has a corruption kink. he's devoted his whole life to being a pure innocent soul so when his husband who he's equally devoted to starts making him be naughty he gets such a thrill.

he'll cry and beg you to not turn him into a pervert but he's just talk. nothing makes him squirt harder than being told he's dirty.

and he is a squirter. you have to work him to it but the moment your knot pops inside of him its over for him.

the cult doesn't believe in modern medicine like heat suppressants or birth control so everyone in the compound uses natural remedies for everything. except that doesn't work for dominant omegas. most modern heat suppressants don't. Nephite's first heat was absolutely brutal for him and he was stuck in bed for two weeks before they finally let him see a doctor in the city. that's when he learned about his status and he was put on some of the strongest heat suppressants. it works but it did make him feel weaker sometimes.

luckily now he's married so he threw all that out. he doesn't let you take any rut inhibitors either. when it's time for either of you he just politely tells the pastor that he'll be gone for the next two weeks. they don't always last that long but he likes to get extra cuddles in while the last of it fades.

its during his first heat with you that you mark him. its a weird marriage ritual the cult has where the pastor distributed heat inducers into Nephite. the elders of the cult along with the pastor watched you guys. it really ramped up the creepy cult vibes. but Nephite was happy.

he knows you can't mark him more than once but he always wants you to bite him again. he likes if you leave any marks on him. claw his hips, bite his neck, leave hickeys on his chest. he doesn't care how hard it is to cover up he'll be happy.

loves to steal your clothes. he'll remake his nest about once a week and give you back your clothes so you can add your scent again. and the ones that dont pass the nest test he wears to bed until they lose their smell.

he'll welcome you home like "do you want dinner, a bath, or me?" and if you don't say him he'll pout all through dinner.

[ilovecatilinclark]

Sweetheart

Diana Taurasi x Reader

Based of this request!

Hope you guys like this!

You were one of the players for the Phoenix mercury, you would always bake or make a small treat for the team. Often before games and practice till one day you decided to invite the team to your house. As a way to celebrate the home win and to spend some time to watch a movie. As everyone agreed you quickly ran to the grocery store and bought many items to create the dinner you planned. As you came back home you started organizing the ingredients till you hear a knock.

It was BG and Rebecca as you let them in you continue preparing the meal. Till more of your teammates come in, as you start cooking you were planning to cook some ribs and some extra sides. As you soon here a commotion in your living room you try to tune it out. But as hard as you try you hear a familiar voice from Natasha Cloud saying "Nah D you really gonna help her you for real down bad" she said loudly. As they were chuckling you decided to block it out. As Diana soon walks over to the kitchen.

As you were starting on the mashed potatoes you felt some hands on your shoulder. "Need some help dear" she said slyly, you couldn't help but blush from Diana. As you gathered your composure you quickly replied "Uh no I'm fine" you said back to her trying to not show you face to her. "I can tell you need help babe" she said chuckling as she watches you struggling trying to cut the potatoes.

As you finally sighed, you replied "Maybe I need some help, can you help me cut these potatoes darling" you flirted back felling her warm up a bit as she takes the knife from you and starts cutting. As she finishes she washes her hand and holds your waist to move you a bit over to grab the paper towel you couldn't help but blush from the act. As she finishes she ask you what else she could do you reply but helping you start on the cookies. Before you grab the ingredients you finish with your sauce for the ribs you quickly wash your hands and going to start looking ingredients.

As you grab the items she preheats the oven, soon you start pouring the ingredients for the cookie as you get some of the flour on your nose. As she soon laughs and grabs you chin soon wiping the flour off your nose while she starts wiping it some of your team walks in. About to check how you were doing as they catch you guys being super close. Until BG decides to interrupt "YOO IS THE FOOD DONE IT SMELLS HELLA GOOD" as you quickly turn around distancing yourself from Diana. "Oh shit sorry to ruin your couple moment" she says as she smiles as you blush nervously from her comment.

As you and her continue to make the cookie you feel a awkward tension trying to not talk about what had just happened. As soon as you guys finish she starts setting up the table. Soon later as you were serving you soon realize the only open seat was next to Diana. As you awkwardly sit next to her you hear her whisper in your ear. "The food is good but do you know what would be better. "what" you replied back "you and I being together" as you tried to hide your blushing face you feel her hand soon interlacing her hand with yours under the table. Soon after dinner everyone agreed and decided on a movie while everyone was in the living room you were in the kitchen preparing some popcorn.

While as Diana was in the kitchen she knew she would not be able to hear the end of it from her teammates with her helping you. Especially her and you when you guys were making cookies and you got flour on your nose. As you soon came in the whole team stopped teasing her and started getting ready for the movie as you handed the bowl. As you were laying on the couch she took a seat next to you. As it started becoming a bit more cold and the rest of the team took your blanket. As you were shivering a bit, you felt her arms wrap around you and bring you closer to her. Keeping you warm as you guys were cuddling your teammates started taking photos of you.

As the movie ended and you went to wash the dishes while playing a little bit of games with your teammates. The night started getting dark and more of your teammates started leaving. As Diana was the last one you were about to say goodbye until she grabbed your face and kissed you. "call me later sweetheart goodnight" she said as she winked walking to her car.

AN: Also sorry if there is not enough flirting

[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER DAY 1:: scream— gojo satoru

WARNING:: ghostface!Gojo x fem!reader, choking, blowjob, facial, unprotected sex, taking pictures.

SUMMARY:: Halloween night alone can be scary, but when a phone call comes in on your land line, you can feel the chills in your bones when a raspy voice on the other line meets your ears.

When your parents tasked you to stay home and watch the house you were fine with that, deciding that a Friday the 13th marathon would be a good way to settle. Although it might sound miserable staying home on Halloween but you just couldn't muster up the energy to get sloshed at a random house party dressed up in a costume you had bought at party city.

A fresh bowl of popcorn sits in your lap the smell of butter wafts through the air as the warmth of the bowl against your bare legs, your eyes latch onto the screen as the opening scene starts your brought out of your daze as the old landline your dad refuses to get taken out rings on the wall. The bright cherry red phone illuminating under the TV's glare.

Putting the bowl down on the cushion beside you, you walk over to the phone holding the cold plastic to your hear. "Hello?" your voice the first to speak as your finger absentmindedly began to twirl around the long curly cord on the end of the phone. "Hello?" The voice eerily crackles through the other side. "Who is this?" You ask politely, the off putting tone the voice on the other end makes your face slightly scrunch.

"I think I called the wrong number" he says making you perk up a bit. "oh! was there someone you were looking for that might live here?" you respond as you walk over to your couch grabbing the remote pausing it. "no" he says flatly making you smile.

“well have a good night” you slightly pull the phone away from your ear hanging up the phone before returning to your movie, the phone rings again before you can even unpause it. Picking it up again “hello?” You say picking at nail polish that seemed to have gotten on your skin around your nail. “I must’ve dialed the wrong number” the man on the other line says making your face scrunch with a slight smile.

“So why’d you redial and call again?” You ask, you’ve never had anyone call you twice by mistake. “To apologize” he says his voice becoming softer yet not losing the edge it has. “Your forgiven bye now” you barely pull the phone away before he demands attention once more “what?” You ask your voice filled with amusement; maybe it’s one of those frat pledges calling around, yet you entertain him anyways.

“I wanna talk to you for a second” he replied making you scoff a bit. “They have hotlines for that, see ya” you hang up the phone and start up the movie once more, you get up from the couch walking to the kitchen and opening the large cabinet deciding to make a bowl of popcorn you heat up the bag as you hear the slight sizzle and popping, your phone rings again before once more making you scoff again.

Picking up the phone again “why don’t you want to talk to me?” He asks making you shake your head “who is this?” You ask as you walk around the kitchen island back to the popcorn sizzling away in the microwave. “You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine” he says his voice dripping with amusement as if it were some kind of game. “I don’t think so” you say as you watch the bag grow bigger and the muffled sound of popping fights your attention.

“What’s that noise?” He says making you laugh a bit “it’s popcorn” you say excitedly, your house is empty and you know that you’re supposed to be looking out for any of your sisters coming back drunk and helping them to bed but it wasn’t that late yet. “You’re making popcorn? I only make popcorn when I’m watching movies” he says you grin “well I was just starting movie, but I want to eat something while I watch it” you say opening the microwave and shaking the bag.

“Oh really? What?” He sounded more excited at the mention of a movie “oh just a scary movie” you say absentmindedly as you move over to the stool at the island your hands reach to toy with the handles of the knife block. “You like scary movies?” He asks making you shake your head “yeah” you caved, you’d entertain him “what’s your favorite scary movie?” His voice coming out very ominous.

“Well I don’t know…” you trail off trying to think before he cute through your thoughts “you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?” He asks making you smile “um…Halloween” you smile at your answer. “The one with the guy in the white mask, he goes around town stalking babysitters” you say as you pull one of the knife handles from the wooden block watching it glimmer under the kitchen light. “What’s yours?” You ask as you walk around your small kitchen “guess” he says amused by your answer making you hum as you think “nightmare on elm street?” You walk through the halls of your sorority.

“The one where the guy has knives for fingers?” He asks making you chuckle at his response “yeah Freddy Kruger” you respond as you walk past the back patio door locking it. “That movie was scary” he drawls out making you hum “the first one was but the rest sucked” you say as you continue your mindless trudging through the grand halls decorated in pictures of classes and sisters who stayed before.

“So..you got a boyfriend?” He asks and in return gets a small giggle out of you “why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” You ask as you make it back to the living room “maybe, do you have a boyfriend?” He says as you sit down on your couch rewinding the movie just a bit. “No.” You respond and realize this really was getting entertaining. “You never told me your name” he says as you turn down the tv a bit you watch from where you last watched. “Why do you want to know my name?” You ask as you keep your eyes on the screen seeing the little girl tucked in her bed as the killer stood above her.

“Because I wanna know who I’m looking at” he says sending a chill right through you, a beat of silence follows through before you shakily answered “what did you say?” You look at the windows and doors around you cautiously, almost jumping out of your skin at the sound of a dog near by barking “I want to know who I’m talking to” he says as if he repeated what he said before making your face scrunch. “That’s not what you said” you shake your head standing up from the couch heading to your back door with a clear view. “What do you think I said?” He asks yet you don’t answer looking out of the large glass door into your backyard “what?” He asks as your met with the emptiness of your pool and a small table with chairs.

“Hello?” He asks making you snap out of your frightened haze “look…I need to go” you say turning on the light to your backyard. “Wait- I thought we were gonna go out” he says with a faux hint of desperation in his tone. “No…I don’t think so” you pipe up locking the door content with the full clicking sound to solidify your safety. “Don’t hang up on me” he says more aggressive. You do anyways, you’ve never been the kind of girl to be frightened into doing something you don’t want to.

Stomping off back into the kitchen forgetting all about your popcorn that seems to have doubled in size for how long you’ve kept it in the microwave, you make a round the house making it to the next door before another chilling ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your dinning room. You pick up feeling more annoyed now “yes?” Your voice more loud “I told you not to hang up on me” his voice more ominous now. “What do you want?” You ask your voice filled with disapproval. “I just wanna talk to you” he says as if he’s teasing you.

“Well they have numbers for that” you almost hesitate to pull the phone away from your ear, this time you put your phone on speaker, pulling it away from your face shooting a text to one of your sisters asking if she’d be back soon, but no reply. “They do, but I just wanna hear your voice” he says his voice becoming more steady and less agitated. But once you finish locking all the doors and make it back to the living room the channel has changed to the news.

You watch in curiosity as the woman with grown hair and a blue pantsuit begins to speak, you turn up the volume for a moment. “Reporting live at local college jujutsu tech university where it seems another local serology sister has fallen to her death. Detectives say that her phone fell along with her and the last thing she had done was picked up a call from a random number before falling to her death, though there will be more updates from the lead detective tomorrow morning” the woman says making your heart fall to your ass you turn the TV off.

“you hear that?” He pipes up his voice had a vile hint of amusement in it “it was you?” Your voice shakes. “If you don’t want to end up like that poor girl your going to do something for me” he says “she didn’t have a chance like you but I’m feeling generous tonight” he says you can hear him shuffling around his voice becoming more husky. “What?” You ask you can feel the bile in your stomach ready to crawl up the back of your throat yet you fight it seeing as you want to survive.

“We’re gonna play a game of hot and cold” he says making you feel a sheer shock rock your body. “You’re inside” you say not questioning it for a second you know he is. “Well aren’t you smart” he says and you can tell he’s smiling on the other line somewhere in your house. You roll your eyes as you stand from the couch and head straight to the kitchen stopping the microwave before looking at the knife block to see the once filled block had none in them. “You’re cold. But you also didn’t think I would have an advantage did you?” He asks mocking you as you stare at the empty block. “Fuck you” you spat at him as you continue through the house and up to the next floor. “You’re getting warm” he says as if he’s excited making you shake your head as you slowly walk through the halls.

The many doors that lead to your sister’s room you head farther down the halls “warmer” he trails off making you perk up as you realize where he is. “I know where you’re at” you say sternly. Making him chuckle lowly “nice pink panties…I didn’t take you for the lace and bows kind of girl” his words cut through you like a knife. “You’re a perv” you say as you stomp towards your bedroom swiftly opening the door.

You’re met with an empty room making you feel sick, sweat gathered at the edge of your eyebrow as you look around. “Don’t be shy, it’s your bedroom after all” he says making you frown as you step inside, the pink carpet under your feet making you sigh of relief. “Take a look around, see if you can find me” his voice almost taunting you now. “I did what you asked- I figured out where you were why can’t you just leave?” You ask your voice coming out in a higher pitch, you know he’s in there and it worries you that you won’t make it out alive. “Come on pretty, you know I can’t let you off the hook that easy, now look.” He demands making you shut your eyes real tight before caving and doing what he says.

Walking towards your bed you bend down feeling your skirt ride up a big; lifting the sheets that drape over your frame you quickly look under it to be met with darkness, nothing. “Come on now, you gotta be smarter than that” he replied. You know for sure he’s watching now and the only place he could be hiding is one of the two closets in your shared bedroom. You move over to the closet pulling it open, and yet again…nothing. “Oh you are so hot, I think you know where to look next” he says as you turn around slowly, looking at your roommates side of the room her closet light flickering on making you gasp.

The shadow of a pair of shoes makes your heart race, you walk slowly, “warmer” he says he was teasing you so much it made you want to cry like a kid again. “Warmer” he’d say once more; and as you finally make it to the door the cold metal of the doorknob makes you shiver as you slowly twist it; the door swings open making you quickly fall back tripping over your own feet in fear. A burly tall figure walks out the closet.

You drag yourself away standing up you push yourself against your wall. The mask covering his face was ghostly, the black gaping eyes and mouth as if eternally screaming, your eyes widen as he walks towards you. Your hands shaking and your body is in shock as if refusing to move, you hated yourself for not running. “Red hot” the voice pipes muffled but matching the one of the man on your phone.

He presses against you, a shinning glimmer catches the corner of your eye making you look down seeing a knife that curved slightly at the tip; it presses to your naked leg making you gasp, looking at the masked man. Your arms press against the wall showing him that you don’t plan to touch him, your hands ball into fists your mouth hangs open slightly your breathing heavy, you shut eyes tightly tensing up against wall waiting the sharp dull pain of his knife to hit you but it never does; instead you feel a gloved hand touch your face making you jump as you open your eyes your eyebrows bunch together, his fingers brushed a few stray hair on your face away tucking them behind your ear.

Confusion flashes through your eyes before you brought out of your thought by his voice. “Let’s play another game hm?” He lifts the knife waving it threateningly making you press yourself against the wall harder as if you would suddenly be able to phase through out and escape. “It called Simon says, except you just do whatever I say” he says his voice was filled with delight, it was almost as if he was getting off to the sight of you frightened and wide eyes.

You nod not putting in trust into your voice knowing it would come out cracking and garbled. “Take off your shirt” he says pulling away slightly, the warmth of his body getting lost almost makes you upset. You push off the wall your face not hiding its disgust. “Oh come on pretty, I’ve been toying with you all night, tell me you don’t feel the sexual tension” he sounded overbearing, his mere presence overwhelmed you.

“I’ve already saw your panties sweetheart, no need to be shy” he laughs as the moonlight pours through the window a glimpse of his blue eyes shows through the black fabric covering his eyes, they twinkled different shades of blue, and glimmer of lust. Your arms reach the hem of your shirt slowly pulling it up over your head and tossing it on the bed. You hang your head in embarrassment, your arms cover your chest as your skin feels as if it’s on fire.

The gloved hand reaches for your chin gripping it tight within his grasp to make you look at him. You are the cutest little thing” he says matter of factly as he turns your head side to side “I just want to ruin your pretty face” he says deeply making your stomach churn “please don’t kill me” you whisper “I promise I’ll do what you want and I won’t complain I swear” your lip quivers. “Poor thing, I’m not going to kill you; you’re too pretty for that” he mumbled back as his thumb pressed against your bottom lip. “Get on your knees” he says his blue eyes clashing with yours making your stomach flip.

Slowly but surely you get on your knees, looking up at him as your eyelashes slightly block your view. “Show me how much you want to live” he says making you realize what he truly wants making a smirk grow on your lips. “For a killer you really are a perv” you say under your breath shaking your head, you pull the black robe up over his belt buckle before he holds it up for you, you remove his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Then you saw it. The bulge ticking out through his boxers you pull his boxers and pants down in one swoop he was big, and thick making your mouth almost water at the sight. Taking him in your palm you felt him twitch within your grasp. “Go on, show me” his condescending tone makes you look up at him with a glare “don’t rush me” you gripe before flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back as breathing becomes labored.

You let his tip fall past your lips you swirl your tongue around him as you slowly push yourself down farther until he reached the back of your throat making your eyes water. Tears fall past your waterline as you let your moans mix with his with the incessant sounds of gargling and wet sounds ring out. His free hand reaches the back of your head resting there as you pick up speed, spit drips down your chin, you look up at him with wet eyelashes.

“Fuck, that’s it pretty” he groans as his hand grips your hair tight keeping you still as he thrusts into your throat like your his own personal toy, you grip his thighs as you fight the urge to gag, he pulls out with a wet pop making you cough as your eyes turn red fighting more tears you gasp. “You can keep going right? I mean after all you want to show me how much you want to live” he says his hand leaving your head to jerk himself off; he rubs the tip against your plump lips before laughs.

“Your makeup is getting messed up baby, but it’s okay; after all I just wanna ruin you” his words made you feel lightheaded, the ache in your panties as they stick to you makes you shift. You nod your head humming pressing your head to his thigh “please let me make you cum” you whisper almost coming out as a moan. “Fuck” he groans you can’t see through the mouth of his mask but you can only assume he’s butting his lip from how disgruntled he sounds.

You press a kiss to the small mole on his hip before fisting around him perfectly, the wet sound of his cock makes you moan, gripping him tighter he thrusts into you “fuck- put it in your mouth” he whispered; and you do immediately taking him in your throat, you could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him.

He began to pull out slowly, just enough to keep his head inside before pushing back in. A groan escaped his throat at how good it felt “that’s it baby, there you go” he moaned more desperate as if he could cum at any moment. The feeling of you moaning around him makes him groan louder his hips continue to thrust into you.

His thighs quivered as his shaky as a moan as his hand presses against against the wall, his muffled moans make your thighs squish together. His forehead presses against the wall. The wet sounds falling past your lips as strings of saliva attach to his cock and down your chin, you couldn’t think of anything as his breathing turned into panting “you’re gonna make me cum” groaned it was on the borderline of a whimper, he pulls out swiftly jerking himself off again you watch with wide eyes opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the stringy white ropes of his cum splash your tongue and cheek making you squeal.

“Fuck” he huffs out as he throbs. “I’m not done yet” he chokes out as he watches you collect his cum on your finger with a smirk on your lips you suck it off with a wet pop, he bunches your hair up pulling you to your feet, “no I need you to take your clothes off and get on the bed” he demands pushing you towards the bed. You unclip your bra and strip down to nothing as you watch him do the same. Bending over the bed you can feel a breeze wash over you.

The feeling of his big rough palms on your hips he uses his knee to spread your legs wider. You feel his thumb press against your pussy swirling around your wetness making your thighs quiver in response to the feeling, you can hear him laughing through his mask, though you say nothing as he presses your upper back deeper into an arch your face presses into the blanket that you grip in your fist. “Gonna make you cum on my cock alright pretty” his voice sounded so lustful your head was spinning as you moaned in response.

The feeling of him pressing into you made you hold back a scream that was desperate to rip through your throat at how deep he was and how full you felt. His pace rough and slow, the sound of your bed frame clashing against the wall as the sharp sound of skin on skin fills the room, his rough groans turns you on too much not to moan in response.

His hips change the angle hitting a spot that makes you reach back for his wrist only for him to grab your arm and pressing it to your lower back he picks up pace throwing his knife completely discarding it he reaches over your hand intertwining his hand with yours you press your face to the sheets to hide your moans but he doesn’t let that slide at all. Pulling out he pulls your back to his chest “don’t hide from me pretty, go ahead and ride me, I wanna see you on top of me” he says his breath is heavy.

“fuck- yes” you moaned looking over your shoulder you press a kiss to the mask regardless of if he could kiss you or not; you didn’t care all you wanted was for him to fuck you. He pulls away sitting on the bed, now getting the view you missed his pale skin warm to the touch, the happy trail of white hair below his abs making you bite your lip eyeing him as if you were just presented a feast you straddle him, trying to find the same angle his hips were at you sink down on him making the both of you moan, you grind your hips against him as you begin to set the pace your face presses into the crook of his neck as you bounce on his cock at an unmatched pace.

His hands hold the back of your thighs giving you leverage “god you’re so tight” he whispers into your ear as you rake your fingers against the skin of his back, your moans become louder. “Harder” he demands as his hand sharply smacks you on the ass making you cry out at the stinging feeling you go harder, pulling back from his neck your eyes roll back as you press your forehead to the mask “you’re gonna make me cum” you whimper needing something to push you over the edge.

His hips meet yours matching your pace his hand falls between your thighs his thumb presses against your clit as you roll your hips into him, the white creamy strings that stick to both of your thighs and a ring around the base of his cock makes you dizzy, the tight feeling in your stomach becoming tighter your moans bounce off the walls as his arms wrap around your waist tightly he thrusts are harsh bouncing you in his lap; your head falls back as the euphoric feeling washes over you he slams into you for a final time as warmth cascades over you the feeling of him cumming inside you his thrusts come to a stop.

You both sit in silence coming down from your high your body’s covered in a sleek sheen of sweat you peel yourself back from him you pull his mask off tossing it to the side before coloring your lips with his. Your tongues clashing, sucking and licking at each other needy enough to keep going until your lungs is begging for air you pull back nipping at his lips you smile.

“You asshole, I’m on sister duty tonight” you shove his shoulder and satoru just grins “you deserve to have fun too tonight” he shrugs as he chases your lips “if I get in trouble because of this I promise you I will get even” you replied pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now get out before someone comes back and catches us” you mumbled as he slowly pulled out.

“Oh please, it’s Halloween night they won’t be back until 4AM” he replies shaking his head.

[abibliophobiaa]

the boy is mine (luna’s edition)

i was tagged in @carolmunson’s blurb challenge, and here’s my fluffy little submission. i encourage everyone to join in, and you can find the guidelines here.

summary: an evening in at the trailer park with your boyfriend eddie munson. established relationship, eddie munson x f!reader. little suggestive, but no smut. just fluffy sweetness (1k words)

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It’s your favorite time of the day. When the sun starts to set across the sky. Pinks, purples, oranges and reds casting light against the new trailer you and Eddie purchased, spilling in through the billowing curtains in the living room. Eddie’s there on the couch, with a cozy cream knitted blanket over his thighs, one of his crew sock covered feet you bought him just last week poking out at the end.

He’s perfectly sun-kissed after a day spent walking in the park together after running errands, your hand in his, both of you simply basking in the springy Saturday sun. Dark hair spills out of a messy ponytail, curly strands tickling his shoulders and cheeks, though it seems he’s too invested in whatever he’s scribbling in his small notebook to care.

Its contents? You’re uncertain, but he’s been working for the past hour as you finished cleaning up an early dinner. Take out pizza, since neither of you were keen on cooking tonight, instead wanting to curl up together with a movie on the couch for a loved up night in. Said movie is calling your name as you drape your dish towel around the refrigerator handle, making sure to pluck two bottles of beer from within.

“Popcorn?” You call out, smiling to yourself when Eddie jumps a little on the couch, head lifting as those umber eyes meet yours.

“Sure, babe,” he says, smiling softly, “I’m almost done.”

“No rush,” you tell him, moving over to a cabinet to pull out a bowl, and a bag of M&Ms. “Candy?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

A laugh bubbles up from your lips as you shake your head, opening the microwave to grab the popped treat. “Today was perfect, huh?”

You smile to yourself as he hums in agreement, pouring the popcorn into the plastic bowl. Both are placed down onto your coffee table as you slip into the living area, your knee taking up residence to the left of one of Eddie’s hips, before the other joins on the other side, straddling the man.

“Whatcha writing?” you ask, trying to peer down at the notebook, just as he slams it shut.

Eddie tosses it behind him on the windowsill, head shaking, eyes a little wide and a little breathless at the suddenness of your arrival on his lap. “That’s private.”

You pout. “Private? From the woman you live with? Love with all your heart, soul, and might?”

“Hey,” he chuckles, thumb pressing beneath your bottom lip, wiggling it playfully, “none of that. You know I love you, but some things are personal.”

“Is that what you called shitting while I was in the shower the other da —”

“That was an emergency,” he clarifies, and you snort. Sobering, he adds, “It’s just — not ready yet.”

Fingers thumb at your thighs, shifting upward the sundress draped over his thighs now. Those dark eyes linger on your face, his free hand coming up to brush along your cheek, dragging your face down to meet his, your foreheads brushing. Every breath from his lungs puffs against your bottom lip, that tantalizing feeling of need you don’t think you’ll ever get used to with him making your insides liquify. Then again, it’s always been this way with him. A sense of peace and quiet in your soul. Of home, with his arms as your walls and his heart as a safe place to land.

“It’s a song…if you must know,” he says slowly against your lips, a dimple popping in his cheek, “about a major pain in my ass.”

“You should get that checked out,” you muse, heart pitter-pattering away at the notion he’s written a song about you, “might be serious.”

“It’s a permanent condition,” he sighs dramatically, though it’s tinged with a joyous laugh, “the only cure is constant exposure.”

“Your doctor needs to get their license revoked,” you tease, breaking off with a sigh in the back of your throat as he leans forward and kisses you deeply. Grapples at your hips and rolls you over him, swallowing the moan that bubbles in your throat at the feeling of him already hardening beneath you. “If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

He grins up at you, finger pushing at the strap of your dress until it falls down one shoulder. Eddie leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to the bare skin there.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Distracting me!” You shove at him playfully, wiggling on his lap as deft fingers tickle at your sides, drawing you closer to his frame. A contented exhale spills from you, body leaning into his chest, letting his arms fold you in against a broad chest.

“You really wanna hear it?” he asks at the crown of your head, fingers tangling with yours in your lap.

“Please?”

“It’s rough,” he warns, reaching behind him to grasp the small notebook. “It’s also…not our normal style, so you better not tell the guys.”

You gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth. “Did Eddie Munson write me a love song?”

“Quit it or I won’t play it for you,” he snarks, but there’s no bite there, only love. Always love. So much so, you’re always overflowing with it. “Sit over there — yeah — okay.”

You drop down against the pillows piled high in the corner of your couch, the knitted blanket drawn up and over your thighs. And as the sun continues to set over Hawkins, you watch as the man who holds your heart pulls over his acoustic guitar, flipping the pages of his notebook to where he left off.

Sings in his smoky voice of a girl with sunshine in her hair and the stars in her eyes, of a girl who he calls home, the one his soul longs for, the person he finds rest in. His love.

With your heart in your throat and tears swimming in your eyes, you blurt out a broken, “I love you.”

He tugs you close, his heartbeat under your ear as he whispers back, “I love you most.”

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[veilofwinter]

headcanons for spending valentine’s day with ellie? 🫣🫣

GOOD IDEA

Spending Valentines with Ellie Williams !

* Ellie would probably ask you to be her valentine is a very small way. You guys are already together, and although you like big stuff no matter what she does you love it

* She treats you to some dinner maybe, taking you out to a nice diner and letting you order whatever you want.

* And maybe if dinner didn’t work she’d take you to a movie that you’d been wanting to see that had recently come out, ordering you a big tub of popcorn, you both sharing it in between. When the popcorn runs out you place the bucket on the ground and she places her hand on your thigh.

* And maybe if a movie didn’t work she’d take you to that one tent bear store that lets you create bears and put messages in them, buying you which ever one you want and putting her voice inside “I love you YN.”

NSFW

* And after all that she’s take you home, bend you over and pound you into her bed with her purple strap. Her hands forcing you to arch your back more, cooing into your ear. “Doing so good f’me pretty, gonna cum ‘round my cock f’me.”

* Or maybe she’d have you spread open in your back, fucking you with a dildo she recently bought just for valentines. Fucking you nice and slow while laying her head against you knee. “Feel good love? Want me to go faster?” Smirking at you as you nod, whining her name softly. “Nah, take it nice and slow.”

* Or MAYBE she would have her face in between your legs while you try to steady yourself on all fours, your heads squeezing at her sheets. Her tongue circling your bud just right, her fingers slowly sliding in and out of your core. Her arm wrapped around your thigh, her eyes never leaving you as your head falls back.

* by the end of the night you’d both be laid next to each other, her hands massaging your inner thighs softly, kissing your temples and kissing your cheek. “Did so good f’me love, happy Valentine’s Day.”

Thanks anon (kisses)

[heeseung-min]

[21:31]

"Miss Y/n, we want to ask you some questions regarding your boyfriend."

You glanced at the policeman in front of you. You were called to the police station because there was a murder case yesterday and one of the suspects was your boyfriend, Yang Jungwon. They found out he was nearby when the murder happened. So, they proceeded to ask him about it but your boyfriend denied and now they wanted to ask you to confirm his alibi.

"At 10.30 p.m last night, do you know where was your boyfriend?"

"I asked him to buy me some foods since both of us were too lazy to cook."

"What restaurant that still opened at that time, Y/n? As far as I know most of it closed at 10:00."

"Street foods. Jungwon bought us tteokbokki last night. It still counts as food right? It doesn't mean Jungwon need to buy from a restaurant."

The police stared at you trying to look for a lie but he just sighed when he couldn't detect any lie from you. You also felt relieved when he finally stopped asking questions.

"Alright, thanks for cooperating with us. You may see your boyfriend at the next room."

The police said as he led you to the room to see your boyfriend. You watched how he just stared at his hands on the table ignoring what the police in front of him said. When you finally entered the room, he quickly looked up as if he could recognize you from your scent.

"Yang Jungwon, you are free to go. We have confirmed your alibi with your girlfriend."

The polices left both of you alone. Jungwon walked closer and hugged you.

"They didn't hurt you, right?"

"No, Jungwon. I'm okay. Let's go home."

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"I'm glad they didn't disturb us about the case. Just because you were walking on that road, that doesn't mean you were the one who did it!"

You said while eating the popcorn and watching the movie you set up with Jungwon. He made your head leaned on his shoulder and caressed your hair.

"It's okay baby. It's over now."

You continued watching the whole movie until you sleep on your boyfriend side. Jungwon smiled at your snoring. He played with your lips for a while before carrying you to the bed. He went out of the room and went to the hidden basement. The place that you never knew exist.

"Fuck, since when the road has CCTV. I should ask Niki to hack it."

He went to the duffle bag that was on the table. He opened it and took out every equipments in there and cleaned the blood stain.

"I did it to protect Y/n. She could be in danger if I let the guy alive."

Jungwon said to himself while cleaning his knives that he used on the victim last night. He turned on the radio to fill the silence in the room.

"The murder case that happened yesterday at Jibangi Road was still in mystery. The polices claimed the suspect that they caught was innocent and didn't have any connection with Kim Jaehyun, the victim. They were trying to search for more info and the police asked for the residents to stay at home especially at night."

If Kim Jaehyun didn't disturb you the other day, Jungwon wouldn't do this. If that guy didn't take your photos under your skirt, he would never kill Jaehyun at the first place.

"I can go as far as killing just to make sure she is safe."

hehehehehe Jungwon as yandere character is the always the best 😁🤌 hopefully you guys enjoy this.

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount @obsessed1with1straykids @huggyuvita @eeunoia @rowretro

[imraespace]

LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE ─

─ WITH RIN ITOSHI !!

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Coffee jelly? Already have it! Where are you heading right now? To your home! With Rin! About to watch a movie.. what kind? Horror! Sounds.. fun!

━ 4:30 PM

"Welcome home!- oh.." Reo greeted you, until his eyes landed on the tall figure besides you.

"He's over for our project." You stated, taking off your shoes as Rin idly stared at you from behind.

Seishiro walked up behind Reo, candy in his mouth from you. He stared at the boy, then at Reo.

"Do you want the living room?" Seishiro asked you.

Your face lit up at his surprising request.

"Really?" You asked.

He nodded. But..

"Only if we joined." Reo clarified.

Your face dropped. You stared at the boy for a bit, trying to figure out what's up with him. Maybe you should check that one group chat with the boy, you haven't opened it ever since you were placed in it, but there seems to be a bunch if activity happening there.

You sighed, and turned to Rin.

"Are you okay with being in my room again? Reo's being weird.." You muttered.

Rin stared at you, pondering on your words. He had no problems from the start with it, but just the thought of you thinking about him caused a weird feeling in his core. Your words replayed in his mind, Reo.. what's his problem?

"I don't mind it." He simply said.

"HEY? I'M RIGHT HERE?" Reo shouted, but you ignored.

You turned around and made your way towards your bedroom with Rin closely behind.

Reo was taken back, you.. IGNORED HIM? That's a first.. Actually it isn't.

He turned to the boy behind him, disbelief on his face. Yet Seishiro didn't seem to match his expression.

"Did you see that?" Reo asked the boy. He nodded, of course.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?"

"Yes I can."

"You're on my side Seishiro."

"Oh."

Step step, slowly but surely, you both made it to your room. Your hand hovered over the knob, gently grabbing onto it and soon enough you both were greeted with the same room that started this.

You turned around to face the male behind you and found out that he had already beaten you to it, startling you a bit. Forgetting what just happened, you stepped aside, inviting him in.

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"You can get comfy while I set up the movie.." You mumbled, taking off your bag and making your way to do as you said.

Rin stared at you for a bit, watching your every move, but he stopped himself, removed his bag, and made himself a space on your bed.

For some reason, Rin has a small feeling in his chest this time around inside your room. He stared at your bag for a bit, then started taking out the coffee jelly you bought, along with the candy given to you.

Your eyes caught onto his actions and then asked..

"Do you want more snacks?"

"Huh?" He let out.

You stared at the sweets on the bed and then continued.

"I'll get us more snacks, not candy.. and something to drink. I'll be right back. You can find the movie for us." And without another word, you left.

He stared at the door, surrounded by the silence. His eyes shifted to the screen in front of him. Find the movie for us.

His hand reached out for the remote on your bed, grabbed it, and did just that.

Soon, The Shining was displayed on the screen and a small smile was formed on his face.

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"What are you doing down here?" Reo mumbled, staring at your hasted movements.

"I'm here for snacks." You answered, grabbing a bag of popcorn.

"That's the last bag!" He exclaimed, following behind you.

"Too bad.." You simply replied, placing it in the microwave. He sighed behind you, watching as you walked to get a bowl and two cups.

"Is it a date up there.." He muttered, but you heard, stopping in your tracks. His eyebrow raised at your sudden reaction then a smirk was formed.

"How WAS the date? Y'know, the one at the candy shop?" He suddenly asked.

Your head whipped in his direction, offering him a glare.

"It wasn't a date.. and don't stick your nose here." You spat out, catching him off guard.

"YOUNG LADY?"

Ping!

"Oh, it's done! I must go now, bye!" You exclaimed, taking the popcorn out and placing it into the bowl, and reached out for the cups, until a hand blocked you.

"You're rather bold here, inviting a boy over, and now attitude?" He muttered, STILL WITH THE SMIRK.

He's teasing you..

You glared at him, a small pout formed and instead, made your way toward the fridge and grabbed a few of your favorite drinks.

Reo caught on and grabbed the popcorn, that is.. until you stepped on his feet, taking it instead and making your escape.

You regret this already..

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"I'm back.." You muttered walking up to the bed and dunked the snacks on it.

Your eyes made it onto the screen and saw that the movie was already on and waiting.

You turned back to the bed and climbed onto it, sitting next to RIn, but not too close. You let out a sigh, horrors aren't your thing, you never ever in your life sat through and watched a whole movie, but for Rin, you might as well.. If it's his favorite.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Mhm.."

The movie started, the dark room was then brightened and the silence was filled with sound. How will this movie go?

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There was no talking between you both, sound only came from the movie. The more you watched the movie, the more you noticed that there weren't any jumpscares.. yet the psychological side played its part in scaring you.

You were scared that the darkness might eat you up.. Just look away from the screen..

Your eyes shifted from the screen and the bowl of popcorn you have yet to touch, too scared to stretch your hand out into the darkness.. What about Rin? You sneaked a peek at his face and gasped. He looked so entertained.

For the first time, you noticed a small sparkle in his eyes. You turned back to face the screen, watching the movie with a weak expression.

Rin reached out for the popcorn, breaking your focus from the movie and into the darkness of the room.

Being in the dark was actually your favorite, but why now is it so scary? Thoughts entered, what if there's something there? What if..

Knock!

The random knock caught you off guard, letting out a small scream, and shifted closely to Rin. It knocked Rin right out of the movie, focusing on the sound instead.

He stared at your frame, noticing how close you are now. He then eyed the snacks on the bed, it was barely touched by you.

"The sound was probably from your roommates." He clarified.

"Probably.." You muttered, still staring at the door.

Rin noticed and figured out the problem, you're scared. No shit.. dipshit..

He sighed, feeling a bit dumb for not noticing earlier. He took your blanket from behind and placed it over yours and his shoulders. It broke you out of your fright and faced him.

He grabbed some candy and placed it in your hand.

"The movie isn't real, no need to be scared.." He muttered. "You can stay closer if it makes you comfortable."

The racing heart in your chest slowed down a bit, did your crush openly invite you to stay close to him? Yes. But what was on your mind was him looking out for you.

You gently grabbed onto the blanket that was placed over your shoulder and pulled it closer to you, moving slightly towards the boy. Once he noticed that you were comfortable, he played the movie again.

Slowly, it became enjoyable. That psychological part that scared you became the main reason why.

Soon the movie came to an end.

"Wasn't that mean?" Seishiro asked the giggling boy.

"Yes.. but she deserved it." Reo choked out from his laughing fit.

As soon as he knocked on the door and the scream was heard he ran away in a fit. Silly him!

They made their way inside the living room after the dumb prank, they decided to laze around.

That is until after a large amount of minutes passed by, footsteps were heard behind the boy and a small tug on his bun brought him back to reality.

"It was you.. wasn't it?" You muttered.

He let out a huff and turned back around.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." He replied.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to Rin, who was making his way towards the front door with his belongings.

Slowly, you walked up behind him and followed him out of the door.

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"I kinda liked that movie." You started.

"Really?" He asked out loud.

You nodded.

You leaned back on the door, a small smile on your face as you stared at the boy.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?" You asked him.

He looked away, scratching his head in thought.

"I have practice tomorrow.. but if you want to, you can wait for me."

Ooh.. The smoothness of his voice and the simple words made your heart race just a bit. Will he notice the small blush on your face?

"I will wait, in our classroom."

"Okay well.. until tomorrow."

"Bye."

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Back in your bed, you stared into the darkness, this time with music playing in the background.

Then, a notification caught you off guard. You stared at your phone and turned it on.

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rin - 7:30 P.M.

dont let the darkness take you

rin - 7:30 P.M.

i still need you after all

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"WHAT?"

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As Rin turned off his phone, he rethought his messages, it was to cheer you up. The last one was a joke, signifying that he can't lose you since you're his project partner.

Wow Y/N, calm down!

DAY 3

-REST DAY

━ 6:00 AM

Currently, you're at your desk, in school. Doing what?

"Are you.. actually napping IN CLASS?!" Your loud friend blurted out..

You WERE napping.. not anymore.

You arrived at school earlier than usual so like a habit, you rested your head and entered the sleepland. Your original thought was to venture the school and maybe find some of your new friends from the team, but you thought that sleeping was better.

Now, you were glaring at your friend who only gives you a bright smile.

"Rise and shine!" He exclaimed, placing his bag on his desk then made his way onto your desk as his personal seat.

Yoichi on the other hand stayed in his seat, just turned around to witness his friends' interactions. You yawned, deciding to rise from your desk since you had no other choice unless you wanted to be crushed by Meguru..

"What did you do yesterday? Reo messaged in the group chat last night." Yoichi asked.

That reminded you..

"DID YOU GUYS REALLY HAVE A WHOLE INVESTIGATION IN A GROUP CHAT WITH ME IN IT?" You kinda.. yelled, surprising your classmates. "Oops.." You muttered.

They stared back at you, then each other.. then it clicked!

"OH THAT! Don't worry about that.. actually, pretend you didn't see it! You're all good!" Meguru said, patting your head with a bright smile.

Your eyebrow rose, glaring at him, and removed his hand.

"Yeah, whatever.. We all know I like him now, so we don't need to analyze my every move." You muttered, resting your head in his lap.

The duo stared at your head, then at each other.

"Sorry.. we won't do it, but you can come by us if you need help." Yoichi clarified for you with Meguru backing up his words with a nod.

You looked up at your friends with a small smile and returned his words with a small hum, closing your eyes and deciding to sleep away until it was class time.

━ 12:00 PM

Lunchtime! The students began to scatter, meeting up with friends or simply leaving the classroom to enjoy their lunch.

You stretched the laziness away, staring blankly into the distance, or rather Yoichi's head. He got up with Meguru and they said goodbye to you, leaving to meet up with their own friends. You turned into the direction of the football field, wondering if you should go converse with the others or stay inside.

"Are you going to have lunch up here?" A voice muttered. You turned around and saw Rin looming over you, causing your neck to crane a bit up.

You nodded at his words, with a bit of hesitation. He took Yoichi's chair and turned it around, seating himself across you.

He took out his lunch, placed it on your desk, and took out his phone along with his earphones. You stared at his every movement, wondering what he was trying to do.

He connected the earphones into his phone and placed one bud in his ear, giving you the other side along with his phone.

"If it's okay, play your favorite song.. since we have to learn more about each other.." He mumbled.

A small gasp left your throat. The last part of his words, it sounded like an excuse to cover up that he really wanted to learn more about you. You blinked away your sleepiness, taking the phone and bud from his hands with a slight graze of his own and did as he did, placing the bud in your ear and typed up your favorite song.

Sugar Boo by Serani Poji.

A small blush appeared on your face as the song started playing and you heard a small chuckle from Rin.

"What's so funny.." You muttered, digging for your lunch and a few sweets.

"I just find it a bit funny that your favorite song is about sweets, I think it suits you."

His words caused you to freeze mid-action, staring at his face as he quietly ate his meal and listened to the song. The blush didn't disappear, it became stronger.

He's trying to kill you here.. Is he really the same person that Yoichi and Meguru called scary? He doesn't seem so.

"..Can you play your favorite song? Please? Not because of the project.. I just want to hear it." You confessed.

He stopped chewing for a bit and looked at your figure as you ate your life away, hiding the flustered emotion you have right now.

"Sure, I don't mind."

Then Prayer X by King Gnu started playing.

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"This song kinda suits you, not in a bad way."

"Thanks."

"Our favorite songs are really different.."

"It is.. just like us."

"Mhm.. Can I listen to it more often?" You asked him.

"Of course, I will do the same." He replied.

"Okay.."

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"Y/N, YOU'RE HERE!" Meguru exclaimed, ignoring the tall male behind you.

Everyone turned their head in the direction and started swaming you. A small smile was formed as you greeted everyone.

Your eyes landed on a certain someone who stood out clear as day.

"HYOMA!" You exclaimed, not seeing your close friend in so long did something to your body and you ran up to him.

Hyoma on the other hand just had a small smile on his face, witnessing your incoming frame tackling him in a hug.

"What about us?" Otoya muttered.

You turned to face him and the others and gave them a group hug as well.

"Have you baked anything new?" Karasu asked, walking up to Otoya.

"Nuh uh, I have a project to focus on." You said. He nodded at your words.

"What's the project about?" Yukimiya asked.

You don't really talk to him, but you always greet each other in the hallways.

"I'm partnered up with someone and we have to learn about each other, or something so I forgot." You mumbled.

"And who's this lucky partner of yours?" Aryu gracefully asked.

You stared at the back and locked eyes with him for a bit, then turned back to face the others.

"It's a secret." You simply said.

"WHY?" Otoya asked

"Why not!"

"Unfair.. Lucky bastard.." He muttered.

Lucky indeed, Rin stared at his teammate and took in his reaction. For some reason, he wanted to open up and show off that the lucky bastard is right here.

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━ 3:00 PM

School's over, students run out as if it's the last day on earth and for some reason, a friend of yours who joins that crowd is right here staring at you.

"Aren't you going home?" Meguru asked, causing Yoichi to face you both, bookbag already on his shoulder.

"I'm staying back for a while, don't you guys have practice? Go on.." You told your friends.

"Does Reo and Nagi know?" Yoichi asked.

You nodded.

"Okay, well see you tomorrow. Meguru let's go." Yoichi said, dragging Meguru with him.

Finally, you were left alone in the classroom. You thought of sleeping until Rin is finished with practice but you decided to roam the school a bit, maybe collect some treats on the way.

So with that thought, you got up from your seat and left the classroom to collect some treats.

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On your way, with every moment you got, you stole a peek at the boys practicing and a thought came to mind, a silly one. Old habits never leave.

So with a trip back to your class and a small sneak to the benches, you left Rin an old gift.

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‟ Remember to drink your water when you're practicing hard.

╶L/N. ฅ^._.^ฅ „

Rin stared at the note and looked around.

"When did she come down?" He asked himself yet smiled at your gesture.

"Are you coming Rin?" Yoichi asked the boy.

With silence as a response, the boy drank your gift and walked back into the field, Yoichi following behind.

Time was going by with haste and soon, practice would be over. For the first time in his life, Rin looked forward to when this practice session is over.

A few more rounds went by and..

"FINALLY, I wanna go home," Muguru exclaimed as he collected his items.

"Same.." Sei mumbled as Reo collected his items.

Everyone said goodbye as they left the field and the school, leaving Rin alone. He sighed as he got his items and decided to freshen up in the lockers then meet up with you. He rubbed his eyes, today was a long day and all he wanted to do was sleep right now but he fought it just for you.

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The sound of the door took you out of your show on your phone and you looked at the boy who scanned the classroom for you.

"I'm here." You spoke up, causing him to look in the direction of his seat.

His footsteps sounded heavy as he made his way towards you, pulled a chair and sat, resting his head on the table.

Not a sound was left from him.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah.. I'm just sleepy that's all." He muttered.

You hummed at his words and stood up, causing him to look up at you. You took his bag from his shoulder and sat back down, resting it on your lap.

Your hands moved on their own as they made their way to the top of his head and gently guided him back onto the table.

"Then you can nap, I'll wake you up when it's time to go." You told him.

He stared at you for a bit, eyes widened then he relaxed a bit.

"Okay.. what about the project?" He asked.

"We can do it later. Please, sleep."

"I will." He softly said, closing his eyes as you gently stroked his head, lulling him further to sleep.

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━ 7:00 PM

Here you are, staring at your ceiling, again. Until the sound of your phone went off. It was Rin.

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rin - 7:100 P.M.

can we talk? not related to the project btw I just wanna talk

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"WHAT?"

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"CAN YOU SHUT UP?" Reo rudely shouted from the living room.

DAY 4

-RIN'S HOUSE

━ 5:00 PM

Sadly, you couldn't bring Rin over again because Reo has some of the team over and you kinda hid the fact about Rin to them.. So you asked to come over!

So here you are at his house, knocking on his door.

You stood there for a while waiting for an answer and were greeted with..

"You.." You muttered, sending daggers at the male in front of you.

"Why are you here?" Sae asked with a bored expression.

"School project, where's Rin?" You asked.

"He's not home as yet, come in I guess." He muttered, moving aside to invite you in.

You walked into the house and were greeted with a new scenery. You took everything in until Sae walked back in front of you.

"You can sit there if you want to," He said pointing at the couch, "Or do whatever you want." He said, walking away.

Is he leaving you alone? No way! It's scary to be here alone what if his parents came and saw you? No way Jose!

Without noticing, you silently followed him into an unknown room. He stopped and turned around to face you.

"Why are you in my room?" He asked, staring at you.

"Is that Rin?" You pointed it out in the corner of his room.

His eyes followed your finger and found what you were talking about. It was a picture of their old football team.

"Yes, it is." He said as you walked up to it, admiring younger Rin.

Then an evil thought popped into Sae's mind.

"I have his baby pictures, wanna see them?"

"YOU DO?!"

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When Rin finally made it back home he found you seated at the dinner table with an odd book.

"You're here already? How long?" He asked you.

You turned around and faced him with an excited smile.

"I've been here for quite some time." You said with a smile. Rin's eyes landed on the boy next to you who stared right back at him with a smirk, silently telling him that you were here alone with him.

Rin's eyes then landed on the book and it clicked.

"What are you doing with this?!" He asked, snatching it out of your hand and glared at you both.

With laughter, you stood up and reached out for the book.

"Cmon! You looked so cute!"

"Don't care, did Sae do anything to you?" He asked you.

"Huh?" You thought out loud, glancing at the brother.

"No.. why?" You asked,

"No reason.."

Sae just smirked at the current conversation and then left, leaving you both alone.

Rin sighed and placed the book back on the table then faced you.

"Did you bring the items?" He asked you.

"I did, with me, creating this poster would be easy!" You exclaimed.

"That's good, I'm not that great in that field." Rin mumbled as he guided you into his room.

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His room was simple, with barely any posters up, completely different from yours.. well maybe the one or two posters related to horror movies were up and his football shirt but that's all.

You sat on his bad and placed everything out on the bed.

"Are you doing it on the bed?" He asked.

"Of course not.." You muttered.

After taking everything out, you sat on the floor, with the bristol board and began sketching.

Rin sat behind you, watching your every movement closely, analyzing the work of art.

If he got any closer to you, he could almost rest his chin on your head. It's like he wanted to.. It's like he did just that.. And he had the audacity to ask you such a question..

"Why did you stop?"

The pencil in your hand stayed still as your breathing quickened. Your mind went blank as soon as his scent reached your nose and his chin rested on the crown of your head. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

Why did you stop? Such a dumb question..

You heard him huff a bit, did he get impatient?

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand getting closer to the pencil, closer to your hand, and rested it on top of yours, guiding your new stroke.

In the end, the poster draft was created with teamwork and silence.

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"Are you going?" He asked you.

You nodded at his words and then looked up at him.

"I'll finish the poster tonight and tomorrow you can come over to see it, since it's our last day."

He nodded at your words, staring down at you.

This time, you tip-toed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He bent a bit, causing your feet to rest back flat on the floor, and wrapped his arms around your body, swallowing you whole with his large arms, gently squeezing your frame.

For some reason, a new environment caused a spark to happen. Was it the thought of you being alone with Sae that pushed him? Or the fact that you're in his room? It could be both. But right now, that boldness caused something positive between you both.

## LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE. --

╴“ WITH RIN ITOSHI?? „

ฅ^._.^ฅ : some things about y/n !! she mostly sleeps through the day, only does stuff IF needed !! with her given gift of being effortlessly smart , all she does in her free time is : nap , eat , sleep. hmm what if.. one day y/n develops a crush and now has to ACTUALLY work to achieve a goal ? : date rin itoshi !!

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note: woah.. an update!

TAGLIST: @deezy12299 @kuroronana @khoiyyu @swagkittybear @shidousprincess @starbarfbunni @jealovsie @imtiredmf @hainge @catorkitty (OPEN)

-`♥︎´- for this story, i'm trying something new, which includes words/phrases, foods and hometowns from japan and germany. if there's any errors please point it out !

-`♥︎´- word count : 6.5k

[lives-in-midgard]

Back To You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: A few months after Bucky and you broke up you find out that it was all just a big misunderstanding.

Word Count: 1960

Request: Could you do a fic where reader and Bucky broke up because of an argument caused by a misunderstanding and then a few months later they find out what actually happened and get back together? [Full request here]

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like how this turned out! 💞 Thank you @lokisbiiiitch1993 for helping me!

Masterlist

Bucky and you have been dating for almost a year now. You were so happy with each other but lately you noticed a change in Bucky. He was spending more time with Natasha. Texting her and when she called, he would immediately pick up. You actually wanted to ask Bucky if he would like to move in with you, but you weren’t sure anymore.

You were having breakfast with Bucky when someone called him. You couldn’t see who it was, but he picked up immediately.

“Hey Nat.” You heard him say as he left the room. After a few minutes he came back with a smile.

“I’m sorry doll, but I have to go soon. Natasha needs something important.”

“Oh, but you will be back, right? Because we wanted to go to the cinema, remember?” You asked him a little sad because you had been looking forward to this movie for a while and had already bought tickets.

“Of course, I’ll be back I don’t want to miss spending time with my girl.” Bucky reached for your hand and then kissed your cheek.

“How about we cuddle before I leave?”

After cuddling, Bucky left to meet up with Natasha. You looked through the mission report again, so you could bring it with you the next time you go to the compound. Then you watched your favorite show and made yourself ready for the cinema.

You waited and looked at your phone but there was no message from Bucky. It was almost time to leave, and you weren’t sure if you still want to watch the movie. But you didn’t want to stay home alone either. You started to feel sad and tears formed in your eyes. You thought about calling Bucky, your finger was already over his phone number, but you decided not to bother him and Natasha. So, you put the phone away and started crying even more.

No, you won’t let Bucky ruin your plans.

You wiped your tears away and then remembered that Sam wanted to watch this movie as well. He’s a good friend of yours, so you decided to call him. You dialed his number, and it didn’t take long for him to pick up.

“Hey, y/n.” He said happily.

“Hey, Sam.”

“I still have another ticket for the movie we talked about and thought you might want to go with me?”

“Of course, I would like to watch the movie with you.” He said and you started to smile.

“When does the movie start?”

“The movie starts in an hour.”

“Wow, that’s soon.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay if you don’t have time. I can go alone as well.”

“No, I’m coming with you. I’ll pick you up, okay?”

“Okay, see you and drive carefully.”

You went to the bathroom and got ready while Sam made his way to you. You checked your phone again for a message from Bucky, but there was nothing.

When Sam arrived, he greeted you with a hug and then drove to the cinema.

“Is everything okay?” Sam asked after a while.

“Yeah.” You mumbled and looked out of the window.

“What did Bucky do?” You had to chuckle and told Sam that Bucky was supposed to go with you and then you told him about Natasha. After Sam parked the car, he pulled you into a hug. He wanted to say something, but you interrupted him.

“Let’s just go and watch the movie, okay?”

“Sure, do you want popcorn?” Sam asked and you nodded. Sam got the snacks while you got some drinks. When you sat down in your seat, you looked at your phone one last time. But there wasn’t any message from Bucky. You put the phone away and then enjoyed the movie with Sam. You had a great time and even forgot that Bucky was with Natasha.

When the movie ended, Sam drove you back to your apartment. Before he left, he hugged you. He rubbed your back and then kissed your cheek softly.

What you didn’t notice was that Bucky was standing at the other side of the street and saw you and Sam together, but from his perspective it didn’t look like a kiss on the cheek. It looked like Sam kissed you on the lips and when Sam turned away, you were smiling.

Bucky didn’t want to see you anymore, so he turned around, walked back to his car and drove to the compound.

The next day didn’t go as you thought it would. You were still sad because of Bucky and when he sent you the following message you were even sadder.

“Hey, do you have time? We need to talk.”

A tear began to run down your cheek because you knew what this would mean. You ignored it for a few minutes but then texted him back.

“Hey, yeah I’m at home.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t have to wait long until you heard Bucky knock on your door. You opened the door and Bucky walked in.

“Hey.” He mumbled.

“Hey, Bucky.”

“Y/n, we need to talk.” He said and you nodded. It was a bit weird for you to hear Bucky calling you by your name because he usually gives you petnames. Bucky started playing with his metal hand, looking at the ground for a second and then he looked back at you.

“Something has changed between you and me.” There it was, exactly what you thought he was going to say. At first you didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded.

“Yeah, that’s true. Especially since you don’t have much time for me anymore.” You decided to say.

“What, that’s not true.”

“Oh, really? And what about yesterday? When were we supposed to go to the cinema together?” You said in an angry tone.

“Oh, I bet you had great company there.” Bucky provoked and you shook your head.

“Actually, you’re right I had.”

“You know what? It really doesn’t make sense with us anymore. It’s over.” Bucky snapped and you took a step back.

“Okay, great.” You shouted.

“Yeah, great.” Bucky said and left your apartment without looking at you. When Bucky closed the door, you started to cry. You walked into your room and noticed one of Bucky’s shirts laying over your chair. You grabbed it and threw it out of the room. You laid down in your bed and cried all day long. Maybe it was for the best and Bucky and Natasha will be happy together.

Over the next few days and weeks, you tried to avoid Bucky as much as possible. You only met him when you really had no choice, like in a meeting or on missions. You found a few of his things in your apartment, packed them all into a box and placed them beside his room on the compound. Sam spent more time with you, trying to be there for you as best as he could.

It had been two months since your breakup with Bucky. It’s been sad and frustrating two months. You missed Bucky so much, just like he missed you.

When you arrived at the compound for a meeting that day, you never imagined that the day would end the way it did.

The meeting went well, and Fury has decided that you, Natasha and Steve will go on a mission tomorrow. At first you weren’t happy that Natasha will go on the mission with you, but there was nothing you could do about it, so you had to accept it.

When you saw Bucky in the living room with Steve and Sam, you decided to go training for a while before you leave. When you entered the training room you saw that Natasha was there as well. You decided to not pay much attention to her and just do your thing. You trained for a while and then took a short break. You sat down on a bench. After a few minutes Natasha joined you. You sat there in silence for a while until you decided to say something.

“I hope you and Bucky are happy together.” Natasha looked at you, had a confused expression on her face and then started laughing.

“You think me and Bucky are a couple? We’re definitely not, me and Barnes are just good friends.” She said after she stopped laughing. Now you were the one who was confused.

“But you were when we broke up, right?”

“No, we definitely weren’t.”

“I don’t understand…because I thought that was one of the reasons we broke up.”

“What?” Natasha asked confused.

“You and Bucky were hanging out a lot and I assumed there was something going on between you two. So I thought that was one of the reasons we broke up.” You said and went quiet again.

“Wait, we were just hanging out so much because...” She paused for a moment but then said more.

“Well, I guess I can say it now. I helped Bucky with something. He wanted to prepare something for your birthday.”

“Really?” You asked and Natasha nodded.

“But I thought there was something between you and Sam?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Me and Sam? What?!”

“Bucky saw you and Sam kissing.”

“What, but we never-.” You wanted to say more, but then you remembered Sam kissing you on your cheek. What if Bucky saw you, but for Bucky it looked like Sam kissed your lips?

“I have to find Bucky.” You said, stood up and ran to the door. You run up the stairs and into the living room looking for Bucky.

When you were having this conversation with Natasha, Bucky was having an almost similar conversation with Sam. Sam told Bucky that nothing happened between the two of you and that he was just there for you.

“I have to find Y/n.” Bucky said and ran out of the room.

When you reached the living room, Bucky was no longer there, so you decided to check in his room. As you ran up the stairs you bumped into someone. When you looked up you saw that it was Bucky.

“Bucky.” You said his name at the same time as he said your name.

“Natasha told me there’s nothing going on between you and her.”

“And Sam told me there was nothing going on between you and him. And what I saw was just a kiss on the cheek.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Oh, doll. I’m so sorry I saw you and Sam and I thought …I really thought there was something going on. If we only had talked better with each other that day instead of just assuming things.” Bucky looked away and you reached for his hands.

“Then we would probably still be a couple.” You finished his sentence, Bucky nodded and looked at you.

“Do you think you can give me another chance?” Bucky asked with a sad look in his eyes.

“Yes, but we should talk better from now on.”

“Definitely.” Bucky started to smile, and you pulled him into a hug.

“Oh, doll. I missed you so much.” Bucky said as he hugged you tightly.

“I missed you too.”

“Natasha told me that she helped you prepare something for my birthday.” You confessed as you broke the hug.

“Yeah, that’s true. Did she tell you what it was?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Okay, then I hope you’re excited for your birthday surprise.”

You’re happy to give Bucky another chance. Although it will certainly take some time for you to forget what happened, you and Bucky will try to communicate better in your relationship from now on. Because it wasn’t just his fault, it was yours too, but you’re so happy to have Bucky back.

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