#i love seeing people's groceries even if it's not a lot 🥺

[castielsprostate]

lame ass haul

HELLO???? THE BEE COOKIE!!?!?!?! HOW DARE YOU CALL THIS LAME SJSJSJSJS I THINK THIS IS A GREAT HAUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bunnybubae]

☔This and more

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: One Shot - Established Relationship - Slice of Life - Fluff - Smutty Smut 

Summary: Your weekend at the beach seems to be completely ruined, but luckily, your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook is ready to change everything. 

Warnings: A delicious lunch and a drink at home, they call each other bubi and baby, Bf&Gf shenanigans,✨surprises✨, overall a tooth rotting piece of fluff served with a side of hot steamy smut *wink wink*, the end ❤️

Smut Warnings: Lots of steamy kisses, teasing, love bites, actual bites, dirty talking, worshiping, fingering, oral (F receiving), brief blowjob, rough sex, unprotected sex (she takes the pill), cum on breasts, love making 💓, creampie

Wc: 5.6k 

A/N:  Hiii!🫣I know I should be working on the Red Light series, I promise it's wip and will come to life sooner or later, but I miss my boyfriend who's traveling for work and the weather is shit over here... I had this idea in my docs and I just felt inspired to finally write it. I hope you like it! 🥺 - Joy 🐰

The sun is scorching and the sky is always clear. People wear light clothes and have fun outside. This is summer, right?

Wrong.

Not this weekend at least, since the weather forecast predicted heavy rain until Sunday.

This weekend, in which you had plans with your boyfriend and your friends to spend it at the beach, with tents, lots of food and beach games. Everything ruined, since the first thunder that rumbled.

You wouldn't have been so upset about it if it weren't for the fact that work has been a living hell lately and that you really were looking forward to this outdoor weekend. Even if it was only for a few days, you really wanted to regenerate and disconnect from everything work related.

The sky is so gray, almost black, like your mood right now.

It's Saturday morning and usually, you and Jungkook leave shortly after breakfast to go grocery shopping, when, presumably, there are less people and it is easier to find what you need for the week. As if the bad weather wasn't badding enough, something seems to have hurt your boyfriend, who reluctantly told you that he can't come with you.

You sigh deeply, it couldn't go worse, you think, but maybe it's just your bad mood's fault for these thoughts.

You worry about Jungkook as you look for a spot in the supermarket parking lot. You text him once you find one, asking if he needs medicine or anything else for his stomachache, but he reassures you shortly after, replying that some lactic ferments will do the job.

You continue to stare at his response on the screen thoughtfully, maybe last night's fried chicken was too spicy?

Anyway, the temperature has dropped a lot because of the weather. You put on one of Jungkook's sweatshirts and get ready by putting the hood on before going out to reach the supermarket.

You spend about a couple of hours inside, looking for everything you had on your list.

As you’re about to reach the checkout, with a full cart and the only desire to go home, your phone rings.

It’s a text from Jungkook.

Bubi ❤️: “Bubi could you please buy some fresh mint and lemons while u'r out?”

You check his request a second time, not too sure you understand.

You stop in your tracks, frowning as you type a response.

You: “What do you need them for?”

You watch the chat and his name as it appears and disappears shortly after, waiting for his response, which comes a few moments later.

Bubi❤️: “I read somewhere that making tea with mint and lemon helps calm a stomach ache and I wanna try.”

You're not too convinced but It makes sense, if you think about it.

You reply that you'll get mint and lemons and that you'll go to the pharmacy before you head back home.

It’s almost lunchtime when you park the car in front of the apartment complex where you live.

The rain shows no signs of ceasing, continuing to pound on the windshield of the car. 

When you’re about to get out to grab the groceries from the trunk, you see your boyfriend come out of the front door of the building and reach to your car door with a little jog.

He’s holding an open umbrella in his hand and when he opens the car door to let you out, he smiles widely.

“What are you doing out here?!”

“Let’s carry everything to the elevator together,”

And with that, he leaves a tender kiss on your forehead, a little damp from the rain.

You had forgotten your umbrella at home, despite his warnings. Too caught up in the greyness of your mood, evidently.

Once you have emptied your trunk and reached the elevator with the grocery bags in hand, you sigh loudly. A little tired from the weight of the bags and a little guilty for your state of mind.

He's always so helping and sweet and you have been quite intractable since yesterday. You feel the need to apologize to him.

Jungkook looks at you in silence, a slight smile on his lips as he plays with the piercing of his lip with his tongue.

"I'm sorry, bubi..." You break the silence, taking him by surprise.

"Mh? For what?"

You watch him as you explain why you really needed this weekend away to rest and relax a bit.

Jungkook nods, listening to you until your elevator ride stops at your floor.

"I know baby, don't worry."

The elevator's doors slide open.

It seems he wants to say something else, but he picks up the bags instead and starts to walk towards the front door of your apartment.

You follow him with the bags in your hand, feeling a little lighter and determined not to ruin this weekend any further.

Jungkook opens the door, gets rid of his shoes in the blink of an eye, leaving them near the shoe rack before running towards the kitchen. You don't understand what's gotten into him all of a sudden and when you enter, you put the bags down next to you to take off your shoes and tidy up his too.

When Jungkook returns a few moments later, he picks up your discarded bags too and rushes into the kitchen with them.

"What are you doing?"

You know very well that your boyfriend has these energetic outbursts from time to time, like the good golden retriever boyfriend he is.

He doesn't answer, instead you see him come back towards you, slightly out of breath.

“Ook, so,” He begins, catching his breath.

“I know this weekend at the beach meant a lot to you, especially after spending the last 3 months working non-stop,” 

His hands find yours and squeeze gently as he guides you through the small hallway of your entryway.

“And I know how much you need this, so,” He pauses, making you stop your tracks right in front of him as well.

“I’m sorry I made you go grocery shopping alone with this weather.”

He moves aside, allowing you to see what he was trying to hide behind his back.

The couch has been moved against the wall, the big carpet is adorned with countless children's toys, the classic ones for digging or making shapes in the sand and you notice an inflatable ball and some beach towels hidden under a beach umbrella.

The living room didn't seem that big, yet everything seems to fit in effortlessly. 

You don't know what to say exactly, you observe everything with wide eyes and open mouth as Jungkook continues his speech.

"I know it's not the same thing, but-" You don't even give him time to finish the sentence, that your lips crash against his, your hands holding his face still as you kiss his mouth softly.

Initially surprised, Jungkook gives in in a split second, wrapping his arms around your small figure.

You let him hold you as a few tears threaten to escape your eyes.

You part from his lips just for a moment. 

"So you didn't have diarrhea," And with that, you both burst into laughter in each other's arms as a small tear rolls down your face for the gratitude.

You are truly touched by the effort he put into it, by the love that hides such a gesture.

The laughter stops and your eyes lock. Jungkook caresses your cheek, wiping away that small, solitary tear.

"Thank you, babe..." Your tone is sweet and full of love and gratitude for him.

"This and more for you,"

He grabs one of your hands that are still holding his face and brings it to his lips, he kisses your knuckles with such delicacy before he moves away from you.

"Anyway, you don't look like you're dressed for the beach, why don't you go change while I sort out the groceries?"

You look down at yourself and giggle, even though it's not that hot, the idea of ​​indulging in this little indoor beach is thrilling, you nod, telling him he's right, then you turn around, heading to your bedroom.

"No! Wait!"

Jungkook suddenly exclaims, making you stop in your tracks.

"I moved the bag you had packed to the bathroom, so you can change right there!"

"Oh okay, I'll take the chance to take a quick shower, then."

You reach the bathroom, getting ready to shower before you could finally wear your new bikini.

During your shower you can't help but smile at the idea that you're about to spend some time at the beach, without the beach, and the sun, and the sea. It's amusing. 

Once cleaned and smelling nice, you put on your lilac bikini and its matching beach dress, fix your hair a bit and go back to the living room.

You don't remember seeing the TV on when you came in, but the sound of the waves envelopes you immediately. 

On the TV, a high definition video of the waves lapping the beach repeats over and over and it's yet another detail that makes you smile. Jungkook has really thought of everything.

He's not in the living room, though.

You walk towards the kitchen, smelling something nice as you near the door.  When you enter, you find your shirtless sexy boyfriend in front of the stove as he cooks something. 

"Damn, that smells good," The kitchen is filled with the smell of fresh fish and lemon, it's so mouth-watering.

"That's what you needed the lemon for!"

You giggle as you approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his hips and leaving a light kiss on his shoulder as you watch his movements.

"I just watched a tutorial, I hope it turns out good."

He moves in your arms, turning around so he can observe your figure.

He hums delighted by what he sees.

The swimsuit hugs your curves perfectly and the beach dress semi-transparent fabric allows Jungkook to admire and go wild in his mind, with that see-through effect that makes him crazy.

You know exactly what's going through his mind right now. You can read it in his expression.

Despite the many years of relationship with him, the passion and attraction between you has always been strong, never faltering.

Jungkook has always worshiped your body in every possible way. 

And his carnal gaze, which gently caresses your curves, is proof of that.

It's unbelievable how one single look from him is enough to make you feel like the most beautiful thing in this world.

“You like it?”

You ask innocently, spinning around so he can look at beautiful ass as well.

He hums in agreement, “It’ll look great on the floor later.”

And it’s not the phrase that makes your legs feel weak, but the tone of his voice. Warm and provocative, just the way you like it.

He steals a kiss that’s way too innocent to justify the burning sensation in your belly, before turning his attention back to the stove.

“You should cook shirtless more often,” 

You try to speak, trying to sound unaffected, while your hands nonchalantly caress his pecs from behind, going down to his abs.

He chuckles softly, perfectly knowing what you're up to.

You love every single detail of his body. You swear you know by heart every groove and bump and yet the intensity of your yearning surprises you every time.

You sigh, trapping your lip between your teeth, unable to stop your hands from free roaming on his soft skin.

He is so addicting.

"Y/N.." Your name leaves his lips accompanied by a deep breath.

Your hands have the same effect that his skin has on you.

"What?"

You ask, not missing the contractions of his muscles under your touch when your hands tease his belly, just above the waistband of his swimsuit.

Jungkook turns off the stove and pushes the food away.

Then he turns around, and his face is now a few inches from yours.

In one quick and agile movement, he picks you up, letting your legs circle his bare waist. 

A deep breath escapes your mouth as his chest touches yours and a second later you're sitting on the countertop, its coldness briefly soothing your heat.

"You can't do that while I'm cooking,"

He lets out, then he urgently dives forward, peppering the thin skin of your neck with languid kisses..

You almost moan at the touch. 

"Why not,"

You ask, hoping your voice doesn't sound too desperate right now.

"Cause I'd have to fuck you hard and quick, right here on this countertop,"

You tilt your head backwards, allowing him to do as he pleases with your neck.

"And,"

He pauses, licking a long, slow stripe, from your collarbone to the skin below your earlobe.

"Even tho I know how much you love to be fucked like that,"

He softly kisses your jawline, then whispers right to your ear and your insides turn into boiling lava.

"I want to take my time with you, I want to taste you and savor every drop of your juice when I make you come."

His hands are nowhere on your body, you're only trapped between his arms that keep his weight slightly lean on you. And yet, your skin feels so hot, like his voice and words are washing the last bit of sanity away, leaving goosebumps all over you.

You gulp, unable to speak as you try to calm your breathing.

You love this man, you think you never stopped crushing over him, you're a total mess right now, by only his words and kisses on the neck.

"Fuck baby.."

You manage to say, even though your voice sounds strained.

"Be patient, yeah?"

And just like that, the magic is over.

He frees you, leaving your body hot and bothered just like that.

You whine a little, a sound that makes him chuckle darkly, probably proud of the effect he still has on you. 

You're a tad bit annoyed, you're not gonna lie, but the excitement for what's to come prevails.

After having lunch with some delicious lemony fish, you and Jungkook decide to enjoy some relaxation lying on the beach towels placed on the floor in front of the TV. The mint cocktails you made earlier rest next to you, while some music plays casually from your phone.

You have to admit that the whole vibe is working very well, you don't even miss the sand and the smell of saltiness in the air. Everything feels just right, with the man you love by your side.

The apartment isn't that big, but everything Jungkook has prepared for the theme seems to fit perfectly, without being too bulky.

You take a moment to observe your surroundings, while sipping your drink every now and then.

You notice that there is enough space between the towels and the television, so you decide to grab the Nintendo Switch from its dock, and place it in front of you.

"Wanna play?"

Jungkook, who seems far too relaxed on his towel, is drawn in by your playful tone, he smiles nodding before grabbing a pair of joycons.

"What do you wanna play?"

You think for a moment, as you scroll through the games you have, undecided between Just Dance, volleyball, which might be the most suitable for the beach mood, or WarioWare, which as stupid as it is, never fails to make you laugh.

"We could play some volleyball to begin with, what do you say?"

"I'm down,"

You make some space and strap your joy con, just to be sure you don't crash anything while playing.

The games go smoothly and match after match and sip after sip of your drinks, you grow dizzier. 

By the time you start playing Wario Ware, you both are a laughing mess, seeing your boyfriend copy those funny poses is the highlight of the day.

Your cheeks are hurting from the laugh and you don't even know what time it is while the rain keeps pouring outside.

The sound of sporadic thunder is a soft reminder that what is going on outside, doesn't bother you at all. 

Especially now, embraced in your boyfriend's arms, skin to skin, as the center of your living room becomes the center of your world.

He kisses you, ever so gently, as his mouth moves with yours in a dance they know oh so well.

You bet his lips shared some secrets with yours as when you part from each other for a moment, you both smile fondly. As if no words are needed.

The way he's looking at you makes you feel so lucky.

You feel so precious when he touches you, so cherished.

His hands are so tender and attentive, he outlines your sides, pushing his body to yours as if it was possible to feel you even closer.

The game is long forgotten as you share another kiss, less innocent than the previous one.

Your hands bravely caress his shoulders and nape before intertwining with some soft locks.

Some music is still playing from your phone, thrown somewhere on the carpet when suddenly, As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber starts playing. 

A pretty old song, but you remember you saved the acoustic version a long time ago, when you two weren't even a thing.

It couldn't be more apt for this moment in time, you think.

Your smile breaks the kiss and even though you feel your head a little heavy from the alcohol, you start singing.

He watches you fondly, swinging with you in his arms to the rhythm as he begins to sing the song with you.

His voice is heaven, you always told him that and he likes to sing for you. Although the shower or the car are his favorite stages most of the time.

You keep singing your heart out, pouring all your love in the lyrics as your gaze gets lost in his.

You've always been the sensitive type, especially in this kind of situation.

Your boyfriend seems as affected as you, though.

His gaze is glimmering and his embrace is tighter than before.

The song slowly but surely comes toward its end when Jungkook softly leans forward, whispering the last phrase right on your lips.

Your heart feels like it's about to burst in your chest and a moment later you're kissing him, like your life depends on it.

He lets you kiss him, lets you taste his tongue and maybe it's the alcohol, maybe the whole vibe, but you end up sprawled on the beach towels, kissing each other's brains out.

The beach umbrella, placed open on the ground for obvious reasons, offers some sort of shield from the artificial light of the lamp. The light filters through the colored material, leaving a soft hue of colors on your bodies.

You don't know where your beach dress has been thrown, the only thing in your mind right now, is your boyfriend's kisses.

He prints wet kisses all over your body and you feel like you're burning.

You breathe heavily, concentrating on the sensations of his lips on your abdomen.

"So fucking pretty,"

He states, seemingly out of breath. You shiver in pleasure as your heart skips a beat.

His hands reach your bikini bottom and you almost moan shamelessly as he asks,

"Are you already wet for me, baby?"

Then he pushes your bikini aside, not waiting for your answers, wanting to find out himself.

"Fuck, yes"

It's the only phrase that leaves your gaping mouth as he swipes his fingers between your legs.

You can feel the stickiness of your bikini and his breath right in front of your core.

"Want me to make you even wetter?

A soft yes leaves your lips, barely audible.

"Speak up, baby,"

It's a lewd scene, your legs are wide open in front of him and Jungkook is palming himself with his free hand. His swimming trunks are an uncomfortable obstacle but it's something he'll deal with later.

His attention is only focused on you right now.

"Kook-"

You moan as his wet fingers circle your clit.

"I want your tongue," you confess "Make me come on your tongue,"

You breathe out as your hands move over your tits, sliding under the fabric of your bikini top.

"Fuck, I love when you talk to me like that,"

He groans, and a moment later, he is giving in, licking your folds, sucking your clit, just as you like it. He knows it's going to make you a moaning mess before him.

He wasn't lying before, he is taking his sweet time savoring you, fucking you slowly with his tongue, then circling your clit and sucking on it every now and then.

When your body reacts at the waves of pleasure his motions are providing, he laughs darkly, the vibration of it a sweet addition to your pleasure.

Your body trembles, your orgasm building up at every french kiss he gives your pussy and you think you're going insane.

Your moans are louder, turning to sweet little whine when you know you're about to reach your high.

"I'm close, fuck, don't stop,"

As if he needed you to tell him not to stop.

Jungkook is quick to react, pushing with ease his middle and ring finger inside you.

The new stimulation makes you cry out in pleasure and he is so turned on by your sounds, he thinks he might bust in his swimming suit just with that.

"Love this pussy,"

He says, voice deep and steady.

"Can't wait to fuck you just right,"

And just like that, the built up tension in your belly snaps and a strong orgasm washes over you.

His hands, his words, the picture of his pretty cock slamming into your pussy, sends you over the edge. 

You let out a moan that sounds like his name and your hands move from your tits to brush his hair. 

You're still trembling from your orgasm when you open your eyes, not sure when you closed them and all you see is your boyfriend, hair disheveled, sucking on his wet fingers like a lollipop. 

His dark gaze meets your dazed eyes and he smiles, way too innocently considering the lustful motions of his tongue.

"God," you blurt out,  trying to regain a stable breathing, "Why are you still wearing that?"

You point at his bottom half, moving a second later to help him freed himself from the useless piece of clothing.  

His dick springs free, hungry and leaking some precum.

You hum, licking your lips as if you were a starved woman, ready to devour her meal. 

When you grab the base of his thick member and move to lick it, Jungkook surprisingly blocks your hand gently.

You frown, looking up mid motion, puzzled.

"I won't be able to hold back much longer if you suck me,"

His voice is almost apologetic and you tenderly smile, finding his confession hot and endearing at the same time.

"Just a little?"

You put up your best pleading eyes, softly adding, "Please?"

Jungkook's eyes roll back as he bites his lip and a deep breath leaves through his nostrils.

You know he likes when you beg for it.

While you scream in pleasure or with big innocent eyes, he just loves when you ask nicely, like a good girl.

He can't resist you.

He could never resist those pretty eyes of yours.

He shifts in his place, allowing you to get on your knees before grabbing your chin, ever so gently.

"Be a good girl then and open wide."

You smile in content, doing just as he asked, opening your mouth as wide as you can and sticking out your tongue.

When you look up at him, Jungkook slowly puts his fingers inside your mouth, and your faint taste still lingers in them. 

You suck and lick on them for a second, then when he pulls them out, he smears your saliva along his sensitive dick. 

His breaths are heavy and when he slams it a couple of times on your tongue he groans.

That's when he loses it a little. 

He grabs your jaw, helping you tilt your head at the right angle, then pushes the tip inside. 

You do your best by swirling your tongue around the salty tip, closing your lips around it just enough for him to feel a little pressure.

By the time you pop your lips open, he pushes a little more in, enough to stuff your mouth.

You instinctively bob your head, trying to get more of him inside and when a moan escapes his throat, you know he will stop you soon.

You take the opportunity to tease him a little, grabbing at his butt and fondling the soft skin of it as he sloppily thrusts.

Jungkook's sounds are animalistic, his thrusts are steady but right before he pulls out completely, he gives one last thrust that almost hits the back of your throat.

You gasp for air as he gently pushes you back down on the beach towel.

He swiftly takes your bikini away, both the bottom and the top, and latches his plumb lips to one of your breasts.

The coldness of his piercing mixed with his hot breath is a nice contrast for your perked up nipples.

You hiss when he bites the sensitive nub, but he quickly eases the pain away by kissing and lapping at the abused skin.

"Kook-"

A broken moan leaves your throat when he bites you again, this time on the delicate meat of your breast. It's softer than before, but you feel hyper responsive right now. 

"Can I come here?"

He whispers, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your chest.

You giggle, feeling a little ticklish when his fingers travel down your sides.

"Why are you asking?" you pull him closer till his cock is leaning between your folds.

The contact sends shivers down to your core and you buck your hips almost automatically.

"You know I love it, Kook"

He just needed to hear you say that aloud, that's clear when pushes up a little, aligning the tip of his member with your entrance. 

"You love it, huh? Thought you loved it more inside you tho,"

He pushes in, inch by inch as he finishes his phrase.

You gasp at the sweet stretch, feeling breathless as he bottoms up.

"I love it down my throat too,"

That makes him go feral. 

It's all you're able to say before he props up on his elbow, one hand behind your shoulder, the other clasped around your hip to keep you there as he fucks you at a ruthless pace.

You're fucking on the floor, on a beach towel, shielded by a beach umbrella with Wario Ware long forgotten on the tv and some music shuffling from your phone, meanwhile outside it's pouring and thundering since this morning.

It might seem a messy situation, but everything feels at his place.. Nothing is missing here.

Every thrust elicits soft moans from you. He promptly kisses you, and as you make out you wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him closer and closer.

That allows him to jack hammer into you with measured force. 

The squelching sounds are filling the room, followed by his throaty moans and yours.

You're about to come once again, the pressure on your stomach well fed by the way his cock is hitting on the right spot inside you.

"Kook," you cry out, "I'm about to-"

"Me too baby," he pecks your lips before he adds, "Let me feel you come all over my cock,"

His hips slap against yours impossibly fast, just as fast as your orgasm approaches.

Your body stiffens and after a few seconds there it is, the sweet release, the white pleasure that washes over you.

You cry out his name repeatedly, till your cry subside to a moan and you feel his thrusts getting sloppier and erratic.

"Fuck, yes, I'm coming too,"

And he pulls out quickly, kneeling between your trembling legs before he pumps his fist around his drenched dick a few times before hot spurts of his cum lands on your body.

He moans shamelessly and you love when he gets all vocal, it turns you on even though you feel totally devastated right now.

He covers your breasts in sticky white and some of it lands on your chin too.

You don't mind, not when he looks so blissed and fucked out.

When he empties his load completely, he watches you, admiring his masterpiece and offering you a hand.

He chuckles breathlessly and pecks your lips as he pulls you up.

"Let's take a shower, shall we?"

You nod, not sure if you're able to speak right. 

You make sure to turn off the tv and the music on your phone before you head straight to the bathroom.

Jungkook offers to wash you up first and you let him do it.

It's obviously not the first time you shower together, but it doesn't happen that often either.

You wash up each other, giggling and chatting like he was not balls deep inside you just moments ago.

By the time you finish your shower and dry up, it's dinner time.

You enjoy your evening eating the food you thoroughly prepared beforehand right on the floor, because yes, Jungkook refused to put away the beach towels saying that "Our beach experience is not over yet". 

Even though you shake your head in defeat, you chuckle, amused by his determination.

The evening went by in total relaxation, you're curled up on your boyfriend's side as another episode of Demon's Slayer flashes on the tv screen. The air is chilly right now and you feel the fatigue of the day get the better of you. 

"Wanna go to bed after this episode?"

He asks, noticing your breathing is getting heavier.

You fell asleep a couple of times for a few minutes, trying to keep track of what you're watching when you woke up, but it's kind of frustrating.

You hum in agreement, stretching your back a little.

When the episode comes to its end, Jungkook stands up from the ground and leaves the living room. You walk up to the window, curious to see the state of the world outside.

Perhaps you hoped to see a clear sky, but unfortunately you were disappointed.

It's still raining, though it's not pouring like this afternoon. Droplets of water are slamming on the glass in a soft lullaby.

It's soothing somehow and you take a moment to take in the different effect the rainy weather has on you right now, compared to this morning.

Strong arms circle your waist and a soft peck on your head draws your attention away from the window. 

"There's another surprise for you,"

He whispers right in your ear before you turn around to look into his eyes.

Your arms find their place around his neck and you look at him, intrigued.

"Another one?"

He grins at your curiosity, pulling you towards the bedroom just a moment later.

When you enter the room, you're welcomed by his favorite galaxy lamp while it projects purple and blue hue up on the roof. 

Small green dots serve as little stars, scattered all around as they are slow dancing and a camping tent about the size of the bed is placed on top of it.

You're shocked, unable to speak as emotions get stuck in your throat, you inspect the room with teary eyes, touched by all his effort to make this weekend just perfect.

"Do you like it?"

He tentatively asks, watching your reaction by the frame of the door.

When you turn around you quickly reach out to him, hugging him so tight you think you might break his spine.

You softly sob on his chest as he returns the hug, kissing the top of your head affectionately and when you finally look up at him with a wide smile, Jungkook breaks in the softest laugh you have ever heard from him.

"It's perfect," you state, "You are perfect,"

Jungkook's gaze fills with all the love he has for you, a gaze that doesn't need words and after he dried away your salty tears, you kiss him passionately. 

Nothing could ever compare to this moment, to this little piece of heaven he created for just the two of you, under a starry sky that belongs to you and him and no one else.

You poured all your love on every inch of his body, tasted his soft skin and marked it as yours.

He did the same to you, making sure your body was worshiped as it deserves.

That night, you made love like nothing existed outside of your camping tent, it was only you and him, becoming one as your soft moans mingled in the room.

It was gentle, like the time was no longer flowing until slowly but surely, you reached your high together, hugging each other as he came inside you.

You felt full of him, in every sense possible as he softly kissed your forehead and you whispered the sweetest I love you in the air.

You cuddled to sleep, refusing to leave your tent to go wash up and when the morning after you woke up between your boyfriend's arms, you knew another beautiful day on a sandless beach awaited.

Another day with the love of your life, in your little perfect world.

[y-junghyeok]

PLS ITS LOWKEY FUNNY 😭 anyways i asked smth like could you do married life with kdj and whether or not he'd want kids

This request is so late, I’ll blame it on the fact I was in Tumblr jail.

Marriage

Actually gets dumber when he gets married, mostly intentional. He’s the type to pretend he doesn’t know how to do something so he gets an excuse to hear you teach him about it.

He’s really helpful otherwise, but sometimes, he just wants to annoy you a little. It’s cute to see you explaining to him how to separate the colors for the laundry, then he turns around and does it like he has done this a million times before.

If you handle the cooking, he will literally be in heaven. Everyday, he would rush home early to enjoy your food. Dokja feels bad if he doesn’t help, though. So almost always, he will either handle buying groceries and preparing the ingredients. It goes without saying that he’s washing the dishes.

He can do it alone but it’d be very nice if you spend time with him while he’s washing the dishes 🥺

Honestly, he’s good at being independent and you can leave him alone for a long time. But he likes being alone with you, it gives him comfort to know that you’ll be around.

Can’t stand going to bed before an argument is resolved. He thinks the worst feeling is letting you go to bed angry when he could’ve dealt with the matter somehow. It’s a bit annoying how he insists on talking it out when the both of you are already tired, but seeing the look in his eyes when you turn him down makes you feel bad, to be honest.

Loves going on little dates with you. Just sitting in the cafe together on the weekends or even going to buy grocery together. Always holds your hand during these occasion and has a silly smile on his face. He’s not one for big gesture, but these small things flutter his heartbeat a lot.

Most of his love language is in the small, understated things, to be honest. Helping you brush your hair before bed or replacing your products for you when he notices they’re running out. It puts a smile on his face to see you being able to go about your day without worrying about the small things.

Kids

I think he’s one of those people who can stay married for a long time before he thinks about the prospects of kids. Of course, he has talked about it to you before you get married, but it’s not something he actively works for.

He feels complicated about having kids at best. While he knows there’s a social expectation for the two of you to extend your family, he’s not enthused about the idea.

Kids wouldn’t be something he pushes for and refers to your preference, but he errs on the side of feeling better without. Not because he is against having children with you, but because he still feels like he has a lot to work on.

It’s one thing to have a partner while he’s still dealing with a lot of past traumas. It’s another to have a child that he might unknowingly pass down his unhealthy habits to.

Tentative about the idea, but once he puts his mind to it, he can be a decent father. Not the best one, because he makes a lot of mistakes, but he does try to learn from that. It really depends on which point of his life he's at, but he's somebody who would deal better with older children than younger ones in general.

He will need you for the bulk of the children's childhood because he really doesn't handle toddlers and infants well. He does try his best, but he's too awkward to handle children naturally. Quieter kids often have a better time with him because they often feel calmer around him.

[faeryarchives]

savanaclaw with a furina - like female reader!

the "regina of all waters, kindreds, peoples and laws" is deeply loved by all. under her flamboyant and imprudent facade, lies a girl holding an unbearable weight and guilt on her shoulders to save her people. note: as requested and i love furina sm hihi i will also write for other dorms warning: major spoilers for genshin archon quest other fics: heartslabyul with a furina-like reader & i'm not jealous !! & to my beloved & more than words

-‘๑’- leona kingscholar

"huh? what is the esteemed dorm leader of savanaclaw doing in front of my house?" "... why do you look like you didn't sleep for days? nevermind, take back your pets - they've been following me the whole day and poking me with water." "oh my archons, they like you!"

leona knew different kinds of people, faes and beastmen but never a god! not that you broadcasted it to the world - of course he heard it while grim was chatting away from the garden

so this lion observed your moves and to be honest, you were just like an ordinary person

"what are you doing hiding behind me?" "ahem! you know, i don't really know the forest that much so i would appreciate if i would put myself behind yo- ahhh! what is that?!" "it's just a branch, herbivore. i never knew you are scared of branches."

he actually gained another chess player buddy - he discovered it at the cost of being drenched in water from your water familiars

never he would imagine how on earth did you not go crazy standing in for your archon and acting for so so long? and despite belittling you and your friend group, he couldn't believe his ears when you stood up for him against the other dorms

"what leona did was wrong but how would you feel if all the trainings and efforts were all in naught and overlooked by the people you considered as family? imagine if your fate has already been sealed before you were even born?"

oh, he didn't expect you of all people to do that honestly + not so bad at all so expect a lot of sweets everyday curtesy of this lion

don't tell anyone but with you acting just as yourself and discovering your passions with him as a witness - leona feels proud like a lion watching his cub succeed

extra: you and cheka really go along well to the point that leona thinks cheka might replace him with you someday

-‘๑’- ruggie bucchi

ruggie trusts his skills in sneaking around and swiping things if needed and he will bet that no one could ever discover him immediately

"after pulling a prank on grim and my salon members, you must think that i am much of a gullible fool?"

now you both did really met at a rough start - the hyena thought you would be more snobbish and not to mingle with people below his level especially after hearing you being a god

but seeing you shielding him during leona's overblot and regularly visiting him during his recovery at the clinic made him questioned his thoughts about you

"why are you always visiting me? i thought you hated me?" "...? where did you get that nonsense? if i do hate you, i would go out of my way to buy these doughnuts for you."

well look at you two now! close like two peas in a pod - you really enjoyed spending time with ruggie because you were seeing the world in a different perspective

having hard time picking your new macaroni menu for the day? no worries, ruggie will make sure you will be able to cook other meals than this. not good with bargaining with sam? hold his groceries, he have this in the bag.

"more interesting trinkets for me~!" "oh you collect trinkets? why didn't you say so?"

omg new trinket collector buddy 🥺 whenever you give him something such as a bracelet or even a hairclip he will wear it like a badge of honor

it's alright to help other students but he is worried that being to kind in nrc might backfire on you

"you shouldn't be too trusting here. i know you just want to help but like your friends said - you should also help yourself at times."

while he might not look like it but ruggie can sense your mood change accurately especially when it involves the topic of your past

this one whole year on nrc might not be comparable to your 500 years of living but ruggie will make sure that it will be the best one

-‘๑’- jack howl

other than the adeuce and grim team - jack is the person you actually vibe with!

maybe its because his sense of justice and responsibility reminds you of a dear friend back home and it actually comforts you to see it + makes you feel less homesick

this man is very used to his little siblings so expect him to come off as a brotherly vibes + probably makes you an exemption to touching his ears and letting your salon members put some design in his hair

"... do you think these three would be great teammates during magift competitions?"

"hmmm, i must say they do make a great team. what if we bring it up to leona, i think these three will enjoy it very much."

well the dorm leader liked the idea but seeing how they acted during the practice - it's safe to say it is very risky because they only listen to you, jack and leona

ANYWAYS jack sometimes come to the ramshackle dorm just to wake you up knowing you probably stayed up late reading your novels

he tried inviting you to his morning run only to see you the next day already tired and carrying you on his back after one run

"you can't blame me okay! i was born to drama and directing not in running!"

speaking of carrying you on his back he sometimes do it just because he wants to especially when jack knows too well how much you overwork yourself

while he can read you very well, you can also read this guy by the book through his ears and tail movement

"... jack what are you doing here so late?" "…what? it’s not like i was waiting for you or anything." "i never said that though?" "hmp." while he look away, his tail would impatiently wag and hit the wall behind him making you laugh "uhuh, whatever you say. let's go back to our dorms now big guy."

it turns out that while spending the whole afternoon up to evening, jack wanted to accompany you back to the dorm safely - worried that someone is bullying you because you were down for days.

he is not that expressive with words - but just know that jack will always be your friend despite your upbringings or not being open to tell your past, he understands it pretty well

[veryberryjelly]

🍷 + Jason Todd + Standing next to you by Jungkook with fem!reader pls 🥺👉👈✨️

jason todd x reader

lyrics ; 'afterglow, leave ya body golden like the sun and moon'

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

a vacation was well needed for jason, and you were ecstatic that he was actually allowing you to take him out of the country for a few days.

it had taken you literally dragging him out of the house after he tried to 'run back to the office to check something' .

you knew if you let him back into his office he wouldn't leave again.

but once he was on the plane there was no turning back and he seemed to relax into his seat.

but the moment he seemed to truly let go was when you pulled up outside your temporary residence.

it was beautiful, a quaint villa in practically the middle of nowhere and yet only a short drive away from a grocery store that you had stopped by on the way up so you didnt have to leave the confines of the villa tomorrow.

you had researched this place a lot to make sure you could both be happy here.

it still had service so jason could get onto his laptop and check in at home if he wanted too, and it was so far from any other people that you didnt have to worry about anyone eyeing jason up while you lounged around the pool.

it may not seem like a massive issue but on every other vacation you'd been on with him, the minute his shirt was over his head, he had people eyeing him.

and when he pulled himself out of the pool you understood why and were glad your eyes were the only ones watching behind your sunglasses as drops of water dripped down his defined abdomen.

" seeing something you like, gorgeous ?" he teased as he padded across the warm stone floor to where you laid on your sun lounger.

before you could even formulate a response, you were distracted again by jason's strong form crawling over yours, a teasing smirk on his face as water dripped down onto your body, raising goosebumps on your skin.

he lifted one of his hands to move your sunglasses from your eyes to the top of your head so he could look into your eyes without the obstruction of tinted plastic.

" you know what you're doing, todd. good thing there's no one else around or i'd have to drop kick a couple girls " you joked, your arms lifting to drape over his shoulders, fingertips pushing through his wet hair.

" you know i've only got eyes for my baby " his voice dropped as his head lowered to press a featherlight kiss onto your lips, so light you questioned whether his lips even touched yours in the first place.

" i know, it's just other girls have eyes for you " you pushed yourself up into a sitting position on the lounger, watching as jason let himself fall onto your lap, turning so he could still look at you.

" don't care. only want you, angel " his words caused you to lean down and press a kiss onto his already slightly pink nose.

" love you too, handsome " you replied simply.

the rest of the day was spent lounging in the sun until it started to darken outside and you both showered and changed into something more comfortable for dinner.

dinner which consisted of a simple pasta eaten on the patio overlooking the sunset.

but all jason could seem to look at was you.

you could feel his eyes on you, and every time you looked over at him, his gaze remained fixed.

he didnt shy away.

he would simply offer you a smile and lift your locked hands to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

by the end of dinner, you had turned to face him, your legs up on his chair and his up on yours. and his eyes remained on you

" see something you like handsome ? " you teased, a smile worming its way onto your face.

" yeah, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl. you're freckles are coming out already, baby. caught the sun a little today "

he was right, while you lounged around today your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink that you noticed when you were washing your face after showering.

" so have you, jay. " you insisted as you stood and walked the few steps over to him, your legs straddling his as your hands cradled his face.

your forefinger dragged delicately over the redness of his face.

down the slope of his nose and across the apple of his cheeks.

" y'gonna let me put on some of my aloe cream on your face before we go to bed ?"

" you can do whatever you want to my face, sweetheart, as long as you still want to kiss it "

[joelsbeard]

Pre-outbreak!joel with his babies 🥺 part 1

I need more baby ellie and ellie and sarah as biological sisters fics 🙃

joel is absolutely the type of dad to get into the crib with his babies so they'll stop crying. One day he gets up at night to go put sarah back to sleep when she wakes up crying but then he never comes back to bed, and you wake up wondering where he is so you wander around until you go to sarah's room and see that she's fast asleep on top of joel in her crib 🥺 legs sticking out and everything. Ofc he does the same with ellie, who ends up being even more of a daddy's girl so it becomes more of a common thing with her than it was for sarah.

They love doing kangaroo care with joel and sleeping on his bare chest 🥺 you have a bunch of pictures on your phone from when you'd catch ellie or sarah in their diapers and sleeping on top of joel while he's asleep and snoring too lol

ellie's favorite stuffed animal as a baby was either her giraffe, elephant, or lamb ( yes I couldn't pick one I'm sorry). She'd call her cute little lamb "lamby" 🥺. Ofc she had to have an elephant, ellie and her lil elephant 🥺. When joel would give ellie a kiss sometimes she'd hold her stuffed animals up to his face so they could get kisses from daddy too lol.

You and joel love sticking your faces into ellie and sarah's adorable little chunky cheeks that are so soft, especially when they're babies. You can 't help but press your lips into their chubby little cheeks and watching them squish, and inhaling their baby scent, joel always holds them tight and gives them a bunch of smooches on their cute little faces until they're red in the face from laughing so much, and you love hearing their baby giggles.

Their favorite thing is when you and joel go on either side of their faces and give big smooches on their cheeks at the same time, all the baby fat just squishes and they look like this 😚 since you and joel love pressing your lips so hard to their faces lol.

You love squishing your little squishy babies, they're so soft and cute. Whenever you and joel point their rolls out or their adorable baby fat when you're giving them a bath or changing them you always like to coo at them and go "oh my goodness! look at those little rolls, that's where all the milk goes, all right there🥰😭" and give them a little tickle

You and joel think you make the cutest babies (you do 😉 and a lot of people agree) with their big doe eyes and soft little cheeks and adorable pouty lips. He loves calling them his little baby dolls bc they look like absolute dolls. When people on the street or in the grocery store see them they always tell you "oh my god she looks like a little doll, your baby is adorable 🥺"

[calmcoldevening]

Hellow! I just comeback to tumblr after a long time away from this magic space and i wish (and request if is possible 👉🏻👈🏻) if you can write a one shot where the reader was adopted after Charlie finished a family, she was a baby then and grow up as a Hewitt basically so Thomas is her “step brother” but when they grow and they start doing the “family business 🔪 “ they protect each other, he protects her physically and she protects him emotionally also she finish some girls who make fun of Thomas, basically they found that both have feelings for each other…hope i didn’t ask a mess 🥺 by the way, i love your content 🖤

Omg, thank you so much, really ♡⁠ And I like your idea, so I hope you will like it))

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Tw: mention on murders, cannibalism, a little hurt/comfort, reader and Thomas are not the real siblings, jealousy

Almost no one remembers how you got into this family anymore. At one point, Hoyt just carried you in his arms, frowning at Luda. The woman carefully picked you up in her arms, your big curious eyes looked around the room and the people present with interest. Surprisingly, you weren't scared, even though you didn't understand where you were. People were talking loudly, but you didn't understand any of it.

But it only took a couple of minutes, and a strange man appeared in your field of vision. Kid. He was a boy of about five with long black hair, and his face was covered in bandages in some places. The woman said something to him, and the boy awkwardly approached you, looking at your little body with curiosity and some fear. You smiled almost reflexively and held out your hands to him. The woman grinned and gently laid you down in the boy's arms. You curled up blissfully on his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing. The boy started rocking you. It was so nice and warm. You fell asleep almost immediately.

Thomas. That was the boy's name. Thomas Hewitt, your older brother Tommy. He has always been kind and gentle towards you. Of course, your whole family was good, even if it was peculiar, but still Tommy seemed the most dear to you. It has always been so.

The boy was constantly protecting you. At home or in the outside, it doesn't matter, Thomas always tried to be with you, like your personal guardian angel.

As the years passed, Thomas was already in school. You were about four years old when you started noticing something was wrong. Tommy came home from school, and his body was covered with a lot of bruises, dried blood was visible on the bandages. It happened a lot. But when you tried to ask Thomas about it, he was silent, turning away from you.

Your childish mind was still unable to make up a whole picture of such situations.

So the only thing that came to your mind was to cheer Tommy up. He was sitting on the bed when you entered the room. Awkwardly walking with your little legs, you came closer to him, smiling. Without thinking twice, you climbed onto the bed next to him. Taking one of his hands, you began to glue small patches on his wounds.

"It hurts, brother?" you ask softly, looking up at Thomas. The guy can't help but smile. He gently runs his free hand through your hair, and shakes his head negatively. You giggle contentedly and put your arms around his neck, climbing into the boy's lap. Thomas hugs you back tenderly, and in those warm hugs you feel like your brother is protecting you from the whole world.

Already in the middle of school, Thomas started working with Charlie at the slaughterhouse, but you just stayed at home after graduation. By nature, you were a child who was much weaker than Thomas, even though you were very smart and cunning. Besides, Luda didn't want you to see all these horrors of murder from such an early age. You didn't resist her views.

After all, after school you worked at one of the grocery stores in the city. Even if they didn't pay that much because of your age and the fact that it was your unofficial job, it was already something. Therefore, every day you brought home either money or food immediately, which Luda was immensely happy about. Unlike Tommy, you grew up to be quite an active and curious child, you were often the first to take the initiative in various matters. Therefore, at the age of ten you were quite good at helping People around the house, and at fifteen you were already fully cooking. You didn't particularly like the fact that Luda spends almost all her time doing household chores, so you tried to give her as much rest as possible. She was very happy to have such a child.

As the years passed, the city emptied as time passed. The closure of the slaughterhouse has greatly affected the peaceful course of life in the city. After a while, only your Hewitt family remained in the city. It's not that you love other people, it's just that you were sorry that the usual way of life was changing. But as long as you're with your family, you don't care about other people.

Due to the fact that there was not much food in the city, and it was not possible to travel outside it often, gradually you did not have enough food. You just accepted it, and you didn't ask any questions.

Until one day Charlie gave some strange speech.

You could feel the tension in the air when you all gathered at the table. It was a little awkward. The room was dark, with only a small chandelier above the table being the only source of pale yellow light. As usual, you folded your hands on your chest in prayer before eating, when Charlie said a prayer to God. No, not Charlie, Hoyt. Your eyes were darting around the room. You saw the tense shoulders of the Woman and the way her forehead wrinkled because of the eyebrows drawn together. Hoyt wasn't as tense, and yet there was some excitement in his voice. Uncle Monty was no different from his usual self, he just kept quiet.

Eating people. It was.. strange. Wrong. How could Hoyt say that in order to survive, you have to eat people? And this strange soup with rather tough meat.

You looked at Tommy. He was sitting next to you, his huge figure only added some kind of horror to the atmosphere of the room. And yet, under the table, he took your little hand in his big palm, squeezing it in comfort. You understood that it was necessary. If Tommy said it was necessary, then you will obey. You nodded curtly and started eating.

Gradually you got used to the new way of life. You spent whole days helping People around the house or at her gas station store, and in the evening you spent time with Tommy. You are used to strange strangers appearing in your house several times a week, and new meat appears on the table that evening. You no longer paid attention to the screams or the blood, you lived as usual. The only thing you didn't like was that Tommy was now more tired and exhausted by the end of the day. After working with meat for a long time, he would come to your room, you would sit on the bed. He would climb onto your bed and put his head on your hips, seeking comfort. You began to gently stroke his tangled black hair. He closed his eyes with a smile. Your hands gently find the clasp of the mask on the back of his head. Thomas reflexively tenses up at first, but immediately lets you take off the mask. He looks up at you and you smile, caressing his cheeks with your hands. Every time such a sight made a pleasant warm feeling appear in your chest, you wanted to see this smile more often. After a long hug, you fell asleep on the same bed, cuddling up to each other.

Such a life has become commonplace. And although you tried to be indifferent to all the victims who come to this house, in the end, they will all end up being your dinner, you couldn't ignore how these pathetic bastards treated Tommy. Especially those screaming and crying girls.

Thomas was sharpening a knife in his basement when you went down there and saw a girl tied to a table. Her makeup was smeared, and her face was red and swollen from crying and screaming. She was obviously pretty tired already. And yet, the girl continued to try to pull out, shouting some obscenities. She probably already realizes that she is doomed. And yet, her body is still filled with animal fear. You walk down the stairs, your arms folded across your chest. Thomas is not paying attention to you, he is completely focused on his work. And from there he stands over the bound girl. His palm slowly slides over her trembling stomach, breasts, and finally stops on her face, caressing her cheeks. Your heart strangely, almost painfully contracts at the sight of this scene. The girl wriggles and cries, calling Thomas a freak and a brainless animal. You can't see his face, but you can feel him frowning. In an instant, he raises his hand with a cleaver over the girl and forcefully drives it into the girl's body, cutting her fragile neck with an unpleasant crunch. She gurgles, choking on her own blood. You slowly approach Thomas, hugging him from behind. Your hands are clutching the fabric of his shirt under his apron.

"She's lying, Tommy. She's just stupid. You are not an animal, you are the most wonderful man in the world," you whisper and feel him relax under your embrace. He throws the cleaver on the floor. The man turns to face you and wraps you in a tight hug, burying his nose in your hair. He's always been soothed by your scent.

You were really annoyed by these rude victims of the girl. That's why you often began to deal with them yourself. Something inside you rejoiced when you silenced their vile mouth.

You were in the kitchen, as usual, making an apple pie. Humming something to yourself, you moved around the kitchen in a relaxed way, enjoying the cooking process. Suddenly, you heard the faint crackle of the stairs leading to the basement. The third step from below was flimsy and always creaked. But under Tommy's weight, it was a more distinct sound. Now the sound was almost inaudible, as if someone was sneaking around, trying not to attract attention. When you turned around, you saw a fragile girl covered in blood. Her right hand looked like a bloody mess, so she held it with her good hand. Was it Tommy's toy? A strange anger has boiled up inside you. You grabbed the knife you were using to cut apples. It was a sharp knife that Hoyt sharpened for you not so long ago. Slowly approaching the girl from behind, you abruptly wrapped your arms around her, exposing the blade with the tip to her stomach. The girl was filled with an almost animal panic and she reflexively rushed forward, trying to escape from your grip. She made it worse for herself. Her flesh was instantly pierced by a sharp blade. You felt her body convulsing, and cherry blood instantly stained your hands. The knife went into her stomach almost to the hilt when she went limp in your hands. Hoyt would probably scold you for spoiling the meat right now. But you don't care. It felt so light and pleasant when you finished off this girl who called Thomas names not so long ago when he dealt with her friends. No one dared to call your boy that, absolutely no one.

But it wasn't any easier for Thomas.

He saw all those sidelong glances from the victims, all those lascivious smiles in your direction. It annoyed him so much. Thomas killed such victims with particular cruelty. You were his gentle and innocent flower, who had been kind to him since childhood. Thomas cherished you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to you. Your soft hair, sweet smell and sweet smile. All of this made his heart flutter. But in those moments when the escaped victims tried to take you with them, his chest was filled with a feeling of anger and hatred. No one will dare to take away his flower, his ray of light in this dark life.

But there was something strange about it, something he couldn't explain. When the victims tried to flirt with you, unaware of the danger, or when they touched you unobtrusively, his blood boiled. There was something else besides the desire to protect. Mine. Mine. MINE. The voice kept repeating in his head when some guy at the gas station tried to hug you. That same night, he cut off his limbs. There was something else besides his brother's affection. It wasn't right, was it? But all your smiles, touches, and tenderness made Thomas want you for himself alone. He wanted to hold you close and show you in every way that he loves you. He loves me very much. Will you understand him? Or do you only see him as a brother? Thomas knows, he clearly remembers the day when Charlie brought your baby to this house. Even then, Thomas swore with his heart that he would protect and take care of you. You're not his blood sister, so maybe...? Will you love such a freak? After all, all the victims talked about him that way. A freak, an animal, a monster. Do you see him differently? He doesn't want to scare you or disgust you, no. He wants to love you. He wants you for himself.

It was a surprisingly rainy day. You were sitting on the porch, hugging your knees. The rain was pounding on the roof of the house, and there was a strong smell of humidity and wet dust in the air. There wasn't a soul around. There haven't been any new victims in the last few days, so you could definitely rest. Luda, along with Hoyt and Monty, went to a nearby town to check on someone from relatives, so you and Thomas were alone. Quiet and peaceful.

A man was watching you through the open front door. Your gentle image warmed his heart in a pleasant way. Maybe...?

You heard heavy footsteps approaching, and your body almost reflexively relaxed. A warm blanket was placed on your shoulders, and Thomas himself sat on the porch next to you. Even sitting down, he was much taller than you. Thomas stared ahead for a long time, watching the chaotic raindrops. His dark hair was even more curly from the humidity. Finally, he turned to face you, looking down at you. His blue eyes bored into your face for a long time. Finally, he took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. His rough thumbs massaged your hand skin in gentle circles, he frowned a little, obviously thinking about something.

Then he dropped one of your hands. The man pointed at himself. Then he put his hand to his lips, kissing her, and brought his hand to his heart. Then he pointed his finger at you.

I. Love. You.

Your cheeks instantly flushed when you looked down. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, echoing in your ears. Did he have the same feelings for you? Or did you get it all wrong? But you are a family..

"I love you too, big brother," you say in the most innocent way, looking at the wet wooden boards of the porch.

Thomas frowns and grabs your face with his free hand, forcing you to look at him. You look up, meeting his eyes. The man's blue eyes are filled with longing and a strange warmth. He shooks his head.

You feel overwhelmed by emotions. How have you always been able to communicate so clearly, even without words? Some kind of pleasant tender feeling blossoms in your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and burying your nose in his shoulder. The smell of metal and dust mixed with the sweet natural scent of his body. The smell that always calmed you down. Thomas hugs you back, stroking your back with his big hand.

A little later, you pull away. You have a strange strong desire, his lips look full and beautiful to you. Leaning forward, you gently kiss him through the mask, he responds. Your kiss is wet and clumsy, but filled to the brim with feelings. Thomas squeezes you tightly in his arms, wanting to shut you off from the rest of the world. You are his, his and only his. You may not be his sibling, but you are his family.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hello, love! I miss you and daddies stucky. So what if their little really like being carried around but sometimes she’s insecure about her weight and think she’s too heavy for them. How would daddies handle that? Would they still carried her or rocking her to sleep? (Hope you’re doing fine, lots of love! 🥺❤️)

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh interesting idea, i really love it!!

But i hope it’s not how you feel tho, you’re absolutely beautiful the way you are, you were created perfectly and plans that life has for you is what you need to be. So who cares if you’re a little heavier than your friends or need to change your clothes because they are too small; you grew up, you change, your body change and it change with what you need.

Don’t ever forget, you are beauty, you are gorgeous and you are you no matter what happens

Lotsssss of love sweetie 💜

Enjoyyyy <333

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Warnings :

Parings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :

Being carried around is the best thing on earth. You love your Daddies’s arms so of course being in them is just THE perfect spot for you.

You love how they envelope you with their arms, you love their sent, you love resting your head on their shoulders and the fact that they let you fall asleep on them and they just don’t mind it. They keep doing their things with you in their arms.

Every time you can you ask to just climb on them. They usually let you, they love when you do that.

For you, it’s the safest place in the world. Where you feel good, where you feel held, where you feel protect.

Protect from the world, protect from others, but not protect from yourself..

You know most people go through those kind of awful thought about themselves but you, you are the little girl of two superheroes, you shouldn’t feel that way, you’re protect by them, it shouldn’t happen.

And yet here you are

Feeling bad because you Papa had to put you back on the ground because he had to go take care of some heavy things. Are you too heavy to be in his arms even with heavy charges ?

Of course not, he just doesn’t want anything to fall on you because he had to hold everything in one hand. But that thought never crossed your mind, why would it ?

So you’re left alone on the ground of the hallway. Your daddy will soon come back from grocery shopping but it seems so far away for your right now.

Your head click up when you hear the door. A happy smile takes now over your frustrate one as you see your daddy stepping inside. He has lots of bag in his hands but you know for sure he wouldn’t mind to make you some space.

As you jump on he carefully wrap an arm around you so you won’t fall down ‘’well hello you’’ he chuckles at your excitement. It doesn’t even do 30 minutes that he lefts.

‘Welcome back home’’ you say squirming around to get comfy. He goes in the kitchen and put you back on your feet making you confused

‘’Wait baby, it’s too heavy’’ he growns as he drops you down carefully and quickly wraps both of his arms around the bags to drop them as well on the kitchen counter.

Your face fell, was he speaking about you ? You didn’t quit hear all his words because of the sounds made from the bags but you heard the essentials.. too heavy

He doesn’t hear you running upstairs, too busy organizing the kitchen.

Dinner time has arrived and you’re still in your room, looking in the mirror, trying your clothes to see if they still fit and asking Bucksy if your body has changed and if it hurt him when you sleep on him at night.

A gentle knock on your door make you turn around and you see your Papa walking in your room ‘’dinners ready, princess’’ he softly says.

As you get up, he gets ready to take in his arms like you usually ask but this time you walk past him and go downstairs.

It wasn’t for being rude or anything and your papa didn’t took it that way, it was just so he wouldn’t feel bad or like he has to.

Bucky saw the weird look on your papa’s face but didn’t question it, he would eventually when you wouldn’t be around. It can be anything like it can be nothing but it can still be a tropic from work and to protect you they never talk about work when you’re around.

‘’Alright time for a bath now’’ your Daddy says after doing the dishes. You really like what your Papa had made tonight for dinner and you enjoyed eating it but you hold yourself to take another portions.

‘’won’t need help’’ you murmur. You’re way too ashamed for one of them to see you naked.

Your daddy frowns at the same time as your papa. You love when they’re the one washing you, it’s always a playful time that they cherish with you and you just love their touches and attentions on you ‘but baby-

‘’is oki’’ you smile a little before going upstairs. They of course won’t let you take your bath alone. It’s not only because they love it that they do it but because it’s dangerous if none of them have an eye on you.

Your Daddy follows quickly behind you ‘hey what’s going on’’ he asks as he sees you taking your pyjamas

‘’Nothing’’ you mumble before trying to go into the bathroom. Your daddy grabs you by your waist before you’re able to do that and goes sit on your bed with you on his lap.

‘’Tell me what’s going on, beautiful’’ he gently says, caressing your forehead with his finger.

You look at him in the eyes for some times and end up hiding your face on his neck. He turns you around so that each of your knees are on each side of his legs and hold you close, feeling you starting your tremble.

You Papa take a seat next to the both of that and gently stroke your back. Both of them waiting and letting you getting it out.

‘’You don’t feel well today ?’’ Your Papa asks after some times

You shake your head, of course you don’t feel well but not how they imagine.

‘’Beautiful, you know you can talk to us, we’re here to listen to you’’ your daddy quietly says before dropping a kiss on tope of your head

You pull away taking deep breath to calm, still avoiding their eyes. Your Daddy’s hands fall on top of your naked feet who are beside his knees while your Papa’s take a hold of your hand, both of them softly stroking what they’re touching.

You’re scared to speak now because you’re scared they’ll feel bad and that’s not what you want

‘’Take the time you need baby but you need to tell us, don’t speak for us but do it for you, you will feel a lot better i promise’’

You whine but eventually speak ‘don’t want you to hold me anymore’’ you quietly say

‘’Why not ?’’ Your Daddy asks

‘’ ‘cause i too heavy and don’t want you to feel bad’’ you say, hiding your face. You hate being vulnerable.

Your daddies faces fall and they immediately understand what’s going on and what happened all day

‘’Oh baby’’ your Papa breathes out

‘’My love look at us’’ you do and your daddy keeps going ‘’baby do you know who we are ?’’ He smiles down at you ‘’we can hold a building with you little finger and won’t even feel it’’

Your eyes widen, is he comparing you to the weight of a building ?

‘No no keep that thought out of your mind, daddy didn’t mean to say it that way’’ your Papa quickly say after understanding your gaze ‘’he just meant that you could never be heavy to us, you are our little girl and you are perfect the way you are’’

‘’We love you for who you are and not for how you are’

‘’Yes’’ your papa agrees ‘’and you are not heavy, you are perfect’’

Your lips goes upside down as you try not to fall into tears

‘Okay how about,’’ your daddy looks at your papa before speaking again ‘’how about we skip bath tonight’’ he looks back at you ‘’I have the perfect idea to make you feel better’’

He stands up with you in his arms and start to rock you, murmuring soft melody and turning off the light of your room. Your Papa takes place with you take along with your daddy’s mouvement.

Gentle fingers are sliding down your nose, soft hands keep your feet warm by holding them, beautiful voices filled your ears with kind words and your anxiety slip away like dirt wit the soap.

Your eyes are too heavy to stay open and your mind is too sleepy to stay awake, taking you with her for a good sleep in your favorite arms.

[nanawritesit]

Trent Lane Boyfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW under the cut)

(i just finished daria and have major Trent brain rot… but there’s like no content for him so i guess i have to write it myself :p)

SFW:

He writes songs about you all the time (they don’t always make sense but you still appreciate them)

Probably shows his love through physical touch or acts of service because he’s too broke to buy you gifts or take you anywhere nice 💀

He always has an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your waist, or is at least linking pinkies with you. If you’re next to him, he’s touching you in some way

And if you ever need help with chores or a project, he offers to do it for you or help you finish it (which is saying a lot because he’s usually lazy af)

Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold without you even having to ask him :)

Loves to lay his head on your chest and fall asleep after late night gigs… you struggle to roll him off of you in the morning because he sleeps like a log 😭

Calls you his “muse” occasionally

But he mostly calls you a cuter version of your name (like how he calls Jane “Janey,”) or just a simple “Babe” or “Hon”

Most of your dates are at the bars Mystik Spiral is playing at

You’ll hang out there for a while and get pizza afterwards, then probably smoke 🍃 in the tank

He asks your opinion on song lyrics, and you’ll help him brainstorm rhymes

The man is nocturnal so you have a ton of late night phone calls

You’re basically his sugar mama because again, he’s broke and unemployed

You have to reassure him that it doesn’t bother you all the time, in fact he’s *almost* considered getting a job just for you because he loves you that much 💞

(you can call him a deadbeat all you want. i would have no problem supporting my sweet baby girl 😤)

He also gets insecure sometimes that you’ll leave him for someone more educated or successful… you’ll have to explain to him that you don’t care about that stuff and that you love him regardless of it

His idea of a perfect day is just laying in bed with you all day long… he’s big on cuddles, either laying his head on your chest or nuzzling up into your neck :)

Although he also enjoys spooning you, or having you lay on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair (He’s the best cuddler ever, try to change my mind)

Also loves going to the music store with you, and any other shops you enjoy going to

If you like piercings, you’ll go on piercing dates together :)

If you’re nervous, he’ll hold your hand and talk you through it 💞

Keeping him company while he gets his tattoos

He likes to see what you buy for yourself so he can save up his money to buy you something nice for your birthday or anniversary 🥺

LOVES when you sleep in his t shirts ❤️ He thinks you look so hot

He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a specific type, he just likes whoever he gives with. You could be alternative like him or have the total opposite aesthetic, he just likes you for who you are 🥰

Desperately trying to get him to take care of himself by getting a better sleep schedule and maybe eating a piece of fruit every now and again 💀

Watching Sick Sad World with Jane and Daria

The two of them look up to you because you’re one of the few people they think are cool, they mostly ask you for advice on relationships, school, and resolving their disputes

Jane asking you to help her dye her hair after Daria ruined it 😀

You always encourage her and compliment her paintings, she sees you as a really cool older sister (except not actually because all of her relatives besides Trent are insane)

You try to help them out around the house with cooking and cleaning and buying groceries since their parents are never home

The other guys in the band tease him so hard because he talks about you constantly and always gets so happy when you call :)

Jesse was actually the one who set you guys up, and it makes him so happy to see you together

He keeps a picture of you on the dashboard of the tank just to make him smile whenever he sees it 💞

NSFW: (18+/ MDNI)

Lazy morning sex (even though it’s at like 4 pm) because it’s the best way to wake him up ;)

Having sex in the tank right before a show because he’s convinced he plays better after he fucks you

He’s a switch for sure, mostly because he doesn’t always have the energy to be on top

Really likes long make out sessions where you’re straddling his lap and he can run his hands all along your body

Looooves watching you ride him

But he also enjoys pinning you down and dominating you 👀

The cold metal of his rings against your skin drives you wild, especially when he’s fingering you

Will give you hickeys in the most obvious places because he thinks they look hot

Conversely, he loves it when you leave scratches down his back like you’re marking him as your territory

Listen, this man knows how to EAT 😤 (you’re probably the most nutritious thing he eats tbh)

He loves overstimulating you by making you cum on his tongue and then fucking you immediately after

But he also loves it when you return the favor… he can’t think of any better sight than you on your knees going down on him 😭

He knows that his voice turns you on and uses it against you to turn you on in public (which leads to the two of you running out to the tank for a quickie)

He’s really good at talking you through it 😫

Not super loud during sex, but he does grunt and swear a lot

And when he gets close to finishing he starts letting out some airy moans, mostly saying your name over and over

He’s not *super* freaky but he certainly knows how to show you a good time ;)

[scarletwinterxx]

first love and kisses - dad mark lee scenario

hello! i thought about posting something for Mark day and i kinda miss this family so here we go🥺 for context Minjung is 12 and Minjee is 6. I really really love this au that's why I keep writing about it. Hope you like it too💛

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Mom! We're home!"

From downstairs, you can hear your children's voices. Smiling to yourself as you listen to their hurried footstep climbing the stairs, a few seconds later the two kids burst through the bedroom door ready tackle you with a hug

"What did I say about running up the stairs?" you shake your head at them while arms wide open, Minjee runs faster towards you hugging you "Sorry" she tells you with a smile you can't say no to

"Go wash your hands, do you want any snacks?"

"Oh I want a sandwich please. Thank you, mommy" she says, kissing you on the cheek before walking out the door again. You let her be, chuckling as you watch the now 6 year old little girl

"And you, where's my hugs?" you say at your oldest, stepping in your arms and enveloping him in a tight hug. Now Minjung's 12 about to be 13 (he likes to remind you and Mark), and as he grows each day he reminds you more and more of your husband.

He's a bit shy but always so sure of himself. He loves to play the piano and guitar, also loves to play basketball with his dad on their free days.

"Anything interesting happened today?" you ask him when you break apart, returning to your previous chore of folding the new laundry on your bed

"School's school. I volunteered to play the piano for the school play" he tells you

"That sounds great, buddy. Your dad will be excited" you tell him with a big smile, feeling proud of your boy's achievement.

"Is he home? I need to tell him something too"

"He'll be home soon, what is it? Something bothering you?"

"Well, I think Minjee got a boyfriend and he told me to tell him when that happens"

You pause what you were doing to look over your son, his words replaying in your head. Oh Mark is about to come home to a surprise.

"Minjee got a wait what?"

"Yea uh this boy she's been friends with for a long time, I saw them playing together a lot in the school grounds. He even pushes the swing when Jee's on it. She loves it" he tells you

"Oh, well that sounds... okay. Do you know the kid? Do I know him?" you wonder

"I think so, he's been Jee's classmate for a long time"

"And how can you say he's her boyfriend, maybe they're just friends?" you chuckled at the innocence. Finding the scenario quite endearing.

"Well Minjee kissed him"

"Pardon me? She did what?!"

"Yea uhm on the cheeks" Minjung mumbles, wondering why you were acting like that "Was she not suppose to? Are we in trouble? Dad told me to tell him if a guy talks to Minjee, like when someone talks to you in the grocery"

Now that's new information to you. You chuckle at the idea of Mark having Minjung spy on you. His protective side never having a day off.

"No no honey, of course not. You only get in trouble if you kiss the other person who doesn't want you to. We never kiss people without their permission" you tell him, the young boy nodding at your words

"Don't worry about it, I'll tell your dad. What you do want for snacks?" you ask him, "Bread with nutella?" Minjung smiles at you, and whenever he does you're reminded of Mark. He looks just like his father.

"Got it. I'll just finish here, why don't you rest for a bit okay"

After preparing their after school snacks, the two kids retreat to their bedrooms to start on their homework while you prepare dinner.

You were just about to be done when your husband walks through the front door, "I'm home" Mark calls out

"Hey, just in time. Dinner's ready" you smile at him, Mark puts his bag down and takes his coat off before walking towards you to give you a hug

"Missed you" he mumbles against your head, giggling at your husband's antics. Even after all these years, after having two kids, he still gives you all the butterflies.

"Missed you too, want to change first before dinner? Actually there's something uh let's go upstairs" you tell him, already walking towards the stairs with a slightly confused Mark following behind you

"Can you close the door, love?"

"Oh uh we're doing that right now? I mean I missed you so I'm not complaining but the kids are here and dinner's-" "Oh my gosh, Mark! why are you taking your pants off?" you laugh out loud

"Oh it's not that kind of closed door conversation, got it"

You laugh again while waiting for him to change into his house clothes.

"What is it, everything okay?" he asks once he's done, all his undivided attention on you

"Well don't be shocked about what I'm about to tell you-"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Minjee got a boyfriend"

The two of you said at the same time, both processing each other's words.

"Uh what? You thought I was pregnant?" you ask

"Well I just remembered that time after Taeyong hyung's party and we you know wait don't distract me. Did you just say my daughter got a boyfriend?" he slowly said the last few words with emphasis

"Well Minjung told me, but it's probably just a cute crush type of thing" you tell him, trying to comfort him in a way. You're okay with the news, finding it cute even but Mark's very protective of his kids especially his daughter. His little girl.

No man will ever be enough for his girl. Not now not ever. You're afraid for the guy in your daughter's future, he already has a lot to prove. And rightfully so because not a day in Minjee's life did Mark ever forgot to treat her the way he deserves to be treated.

"Oh hell nah, do we know the boy's parents? let me talk to them"

"And tell them what, that our daughter kissed their son"

"SHE DID WHAT?!"

Okay maybe you should've phrased and eased into that topic a little bit better.

"Oh come on, don't freak out. It's cute. Harmless. Didn't you ever have your pre-school romance? First love?" you tease your husband, hugging him

"This is different, she's my daughter"

"Our daughter" you laugh, nuzzling your nose against his neck. "You know, you're so hot when you get all protective over our kids" you tell him. You feel his arms around you, hugging you back.

"Don't distract me" he groans, making you laugh again

"She'll be fine, you know our girl. If anything I feel sorry for the boy, he doesn't know what he's about to get himself into" you joke, this time Mark lets out a chuckle too.

"And what is that thing you told Minjung? To tell him when someone talks to me at the grocery?" you ask him, not forgetting your son's anecdote earlier.

"How was I suppose to know when someone tries to hit on you when I'm not around? I've seen it happened, and I was there. Your husband, me, standing there and some dude still got the nerve to talk to you. It's like the don't see the ring on your finger or they just totally ignore it"

"Did I tell you, you're even hotter when you get all possessive" you whisper against his ear, kissing it then kissing along his jaw down the hollow of his neck

"How am I suppose to talk when you're like this, baby?" he grips your waist, letting you continue your actions. Smiling against his skin.

You giggle before leaning up to kiss him on the lips, immediately he kisses you back with fervor. For a moment he forgot what the two of you were even talking about but he heard someone shout from outside the door.

"Mom! Is dinner ready? I'm hungry" Minjee shouts from the other side of the door making the two of you stop and laugh.

"God I love them" Mark says to no one in particular, then he looks down at you "Thank you" he mumbles

"For what?"

"For this, not gonna lie I'm still stressed about the whole boyfriend thing by the way she's not allowed to have a boyfriend until she's 30. But I won't have it any other way, I still and always will choose this life with you"

You smile up at him, kissing him again "Me too, I love you" you tell Mark. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose "I love you" he tells you before walking towards the door

"Dad! You're home" Minjee cheers, jumping up in her dad's arms. Mark welcomes her, walking down the stairs with Minjee in his arms.

"Minjung, dinner's ready" you call out and wait for him, the oldest sibling exiting his room. The two of you walk down together

"Is he your friend then? Only a friend?" you hear Mark ask the youngest Lee

"Yes dad, mommy what's a boyfriend? Daddy says I can't get one until I'm older but like how older? When I'm 12 like oppa?"

You laugh at Mark's stressed reaction, seating across your husband while Minjung seats beside you. Minjee already comfortable on her seat beside her dad.

"No, maybe when you're 30" Mark tells her

"But that's a lot of birthday candles!" she tells him with a pout, "What about oppa?"

Minjung looks at you and Mark, as if waiting for your permission. "Your brother can ask who he likes when the time is right" you tell her, turning to Minjung "We'll talk about it later" you tell him, kissing him on the head before putting food on his plate and Minjee's.

"Can we talk about something else then?" Mark tries to change the topic

"Can I get a unicorn bicycle then?" Minjee says making the three of you laugh, Mark already nodding

"That I can give you, I'll get you one right away"

[cherrybean]

Lalo/Nacho taking care of you when you’re depressed (Headcanons)

Some Fluff 🩵

sorry for being gone :( Apple decided to delete all my notes after i updated my phone so i had to reach out to them to get them back 😭 i have another post pending and the lalo smut for my smut enjoyers thank you for being so understanding 🫶🏽

this is for anyone who’s having a hard time rn with everything and with the weather changing 🧚🏽‍♀️

Lalo:

- Lalo would always have a 6th sense of when you’d be feeling down

- It’d start off small with you being more tired than usual

- Then it’d be you wanting to sleep in more and not go out and being more sensitive/irritable than normal

- He’d try to spend as much time with you as possible and accommodate to your needs

- Lalo would be super understanding and I think he’d even feel depressed knowing he can’t do much to help you 🥲

- He’d try to get you out of the house if possible, he’d either take you to the grocery store later at night so there weren’t many people around, or he’d pick you up to go on a secluded walk on a trail only he knew so you could talk about anything, or just enjoy your company

- Poor Lalo would get so worried about you I think he himself would become almost like a helicopter parent 😭

- When he’d have business on the other side of the border he’d take you with him to his house in Chihuahua to give you a different view outside the city

- He’d also be able to keep you safe with security around the house and he wouldn’t have to worry about you not eating since the Doñas could help make you food

- “Tell me all your troubles, mí amor” as he holds you while you sob 🥺

- Ugh I feel like Lalo would be the type of boyfriend to always take care of you no matter what 😩

- When he’d have a day off he’d personally make you all your foods and spend it doing whatever you’d want

- I’ve already written how Lalos love langue would be acts of service and physical touch, but I think during this time he’d be even more affectionate

- I’m talking more forehead/head kisses, more hugging and more caressing you any time he can

- Tell me why I can see his insomniac ass watching you sleep and making sure your legs are tangled together so even when you’re asleep you know he’s still there 🥺

Nacho:

- Nacho would know when you’d be feeling down when you’d become basically a hermit

- You not coming out of his giant house in days would be the first sign

- He wouldn’t push you out of your comfort zone though and he’d bring you flowers and your favorite food to eat once he’d get home late at night

- “I brought you dinner sweetheart” he’d say giving you a big kiss on the forehead

- Nacho would worry about you and try to spend every minute with you

- Nacho would be the type of person to make fun and cutesy dates in doors 🥺

- He’d make a whole snack bar of all your favorite snacks and have his couch plastered with all the comfiest pillows and blankets for a movie marathon

- Poor Nacho would worry so much about you that he’d try to delay his “business” calls :((

- I feel like you and Nacho would kind of be a codependent couple (not in a bad way please 😭)

- You guys just really enjoy each others companies and if one or the other is depressed it’d affect the other person as well 🥲

- Nacho would love to take you out on long drives when you’d be sad to let you play your long sad Spotify playlists

- Nacho strikes me as the type of partner who would leave encouraging notes on any surface, like the mirror, kitchen cabinets, fridge, etc for you to see while he’s away

- Nacho would also try and update you throughout his day and text you so you don’t get so lonely 🥺

- Ugh my sweet boy would do anything possible to see you smile :((

- Since I see Nacho having more of a quality time type of lover and LOTS of words of affirmations

- “I’m so proud of you baby” “you look gorgeous love” etc.

[elli3luvs]

could you do ellie x reader where ellie is the guitarist and the reader is like the lead singer of a band? 🥺

a/n: when ellie plays the guitar i lose it tbh... i did this in headcanons bc idk i like couldn't write for some reason today ITS NOT COMING TO ME :(( writers block

ellie became your guitarist by chance

you had known about her through mutual connections through jesse

and one day you were complaining about how your previous guitarist quit, he perked up

"i know a girl!"

since then she has been in your band

fans love her

and you... well you couldn't deny the feelings that were blooming for her

ellie had been by your side for many months, helping you get used to the touring lifestyle

she had been so kind and patient even when you were completely stressed and being rude

through that you have been feeling more and more into her

you were currently looking at her hands plucking at the string of her guitar

her hands strummed along the strings perfectly, the sound echoing through the backstage area

ellie looked at you with a smirk, "shouldn't you be warming up?"

you snap your eyes away from her hands, rolling your eyes, "shut up. i'm good."

ellie whistles at your confidence, "hopefully your voice doesn't crack on stage. howwww embarrassingggg." you reach out to slap at her but she dodges you with a chuckle

the little back and forth the two of you had always made your heart feel warm

ellie was always very helpful when you were trying to come up with more songs

the two of your would regularly sit and just kinda pluck strings and mess around on music-making software

you really admired how she put the band first in her life

everything she did was for the benefit of your band and the fans

"you know," you mentioned to her one day and she was scribbling some lyrics in a book, "you don't always have to be working on music."

she coolly responded, "what else would i do?"

the way you two got together was a little strange, but it fit the two of you

after a particularly successful show, while celebrating, she happened to lean down and kiss you

you looked at her in shock

she was just as shocked back

"do you like me like that or was that a fluke?" you muttered, heart pounding in your throat

she blinked rapidly, "i mean, yeah but if you don't like me like that then that was just a fluke. totally. of course."

you punched her in the shoulder and expressed your ever-mounting feelings

since then you guys were basically attached at the hip

ellie spends a good 90% of her time just kinda at your apartment

lingering like a ghost

you can't complain

she does buy groceries and cleans like a madman when she's not writing lyrics

you guys decide not to go public because it would just cause unnecessary attention

you would rather people focus on your music

ellie is always strumming her guitar, feet propped on your table in front of her

she is coming up with more and more songs

all romantic

you just roll your eyes at her when she gives you another sheet of sappy lyrics

"what!!" she throws her hands up, "it's how i feel. you can't keep getting upset that it's all romantic."

"they are too cringe, i'm sorry. i cannot sing these."

she acts like you shot her when you said that

fake crying and all

your favorite was right before shows though

she got all serious and pep-talked everyone in the band before coming over to you

her eyes softened slightly but you could still see the tension on her face

"you got this, babe," she kissed the top of your head, "don't stress."

you grabbed her hand, noting how cold it was, "you will do amazing, els. let's kick ass!"

it was great being able to date your guitarist

it made the whole musical process a lot easier and way more fun

(i hate this im so sorry)

[ioannemos]

so. YESTERDAY.

1. woke up in time to shower before walking to church

2. here's the thing. the church i've been going to? next town over. even i cannot walk that far. so i decided to check out one of the churches in town

3. there are... several. i honestly did not expect that many

4. what the heck, i've never been to a nazarene church before, let's see what they've got going on, it's one service

5. start walking, get distracted by a sign for an art fair. the temptation is real. maybe after church i'll go check it out. i can fit in something fun before grocery shopping and picking up my medication

6. it's a thirty minute walk. i'm not even halfway there and have to turn on my data to look at the map. getting hot. this sucks

7. look up. i'm right next to a different church. according to google, this one has a female pastor. i rejected this one earlier for that reason. the 'can women be pastors' thing is not something i've really researched for myself but i have read the verses and idk, seemed pretty clear cut that the answer is no. on the other hand, i'm right on time for the service, and do i want to do this right now?

8. fk it. i'll miss more than half the service at the other church by the time i get there. if it sucks i'll hit the bricks

9. two old people are thrilled to see me. i am gifted a bulletin and a nametag

10. the sanctuary is more than half empty, most heads that are present are grey, and there is no sign of technology except for the dude up front wearing a mic. there is no apparatus for streaming online, no tvs to display lyrics, no soundbooth or even the person in charge of making the mic work. i have absolutely nothing against those things, but it's kinda nice tbh

11. the pastor is def a guy and they just moved their service from 10:45 to 10:30, so i've missed a lot of this service too. but i didn't miss the sermon, so whatever, fine, this is just my life today i guess

12. HYMNS. they do HYMNS here. i am instantly pacified that they didn't update their sign outside with the new time

13. don't get me wrong i LOVE contemporary Christian music okay, i have a playlist that's stupid long, great stuff, makes me think, makes me cry, all that

14. but HYMNS!!!!! from a HYMNAL!!!!! how i've missed them. i can hear some people harmonizing. this is the Good Shit

15. the bulletin says that after the service they're having a baptism and picnic at the lake. i'm trying to be more... social *gagging noise* so... maybe... i'll go... but only if someone invites me

16. service is over. hey who's that. i recognize her face. shit. what's her name and where the hell have i seen her

17. fk it. approach. "hey! i recognize your face but can't for the life of me remember your name or where we met 😅"

18. her name is vicki and i met her at my previous job *more gagging noises* but she only worked there once in a while. thus i don't have to feel guilty at not knowing her immediately. phew

19. she has a baby! her baby is cute, of course. coo over baby appropriately

20. while cooing over baby, someone else approaches. her name is marnie. i barely play sdv but it's enough that i don't think i'll forget her name very soon

21. marnie: are you going to the baptism?

me: i don't have a car

her: oh, i can drive you there and back if you want

guess i'm going!

22. her: do you want to stop by your house and get some shorts?

me: i don't own any shorts

her: ... your swimsuit?

me: i don't have one of those either

her: ...okay

23. she has to pick up something at her house first. she offers to lend me something lighter than jeans 🥺 i turn her down, bc i'm just. used to wearing jeans everywhere, but i appreciate the offer

24. the beach we go to is lovely. it's part of a camp that a bunch of churches in the area use. the water itself is probably freezing (the lake doesn't really warm up, a familiar refrain to someone who grew up right next to lake michigan lol) but the area is nicely shaded (it is hot in the sun)

25. the picnic food is good. i talk a little with the people at the table i sit at. it's... fine. there are a few conversations going at once, which i find distracting and unpleasant (my brain struggles with what i'm supposed to be paying attention to)

26. it's time for the baptism!

pastor, quietly: how do you guys do this here?

me, very amused: idk man, this is my first day attending this church

pastor: what, really?? okay, stick around after this, i wanna talk to you

me: okay

27. the guy getting baptized cries during his testimony, we pray for him, he gets dunked, we cheer and applaud, we pray for him again, he lets a few people take pictures and then cannonballs off the end of the pier into the lake to more cheers and applause

28. some people leave. the pastor's wife asks if i want to go kayaking. i think i've gone kayaking once? i say yes anyway. fk it, i'm already stepping out and i don't feel like killing anyone at this picnic or myself yet

29. obvs both the pastor and his wife are in high demand so it takes a while but eventually we start hauling out the kayaks

30. marnie, who works at the camp, is very conscientious that everyone has an emergency whistle and is wearing a life jacket that is appropriately sized. she also lends me and the pastor's wife hats. marnie is the best, i think

31. the water is crystal clear and the weather is about perfect. marnie suggests we head for a slightly shallower part of the lake, where there are lily pads

32. the youngest member of our party, a teenager, capsizes on the way. we all come together to tow her and her kayak to shore. the pastor's wife uses her emergency whistle to tie the swamped kayak to the guy towing it. i wrangle the teen's paddle and point out that the person who offered to tow the teen doesn't have anything for her to hold onto but that someone else does, and they switch accordingly. the extra water is dumped out on shore. the teen is checked on and encouraged. we all head back out onto the lake

33. the pastor talks to me for almost the entire trip. it's nice bc he tells me that if i don't want to answer any of his questions i can just tell him to back off, but honestly i like talking about myself 😅. i realize that the person his voice reminds me of is ted danson and it is made abundantly clear to me why he has a mic in the otherwise electronics-less church: his voice is fairly quiet and barely carries (which are separate things, fight me)

34. amongst other things i talk about mom. when do i not tell people about mom. i mention how the night she died i had the feeling that i wasn't going to see her again, so before the paramedics left with her i had a chance to say goodbye and give her a kiss. he describes this as the gift of... discernment, i think? anyway i want to talk this down a bit, bc when do i not talk down any gifts i might have, but the more i think about it the more instances come to mind. huh. i will need to think more on this

35. we see the lily pads and a few lily buds, hang around for a little bit just talking, and then head back. we arrive back at camp without incident, put up the kayaks, and go our separate ways

36. except marnie has a thing to do first, do i mind, no i don't, repeat about three times, lol. but i really don't mind, i have tomorrow off also to do what i need to, and the things she needs to do are a. all for the camp, which has kids who just arrived and b. the kind of tasks i find completely non-stressful, like refilling napkins and hand soap. i am introduced to her boss. we leave eventually, each with a plateful of brownies

37. we talk the whole way. i am once again asked questions about myself and i am once again more than happy to do so. i should probably shut up occasionally. 🙄🤐 she drops me off but not before asking for my number

38. i have neither done my grocery shopping nor picked up my medication. fk. guess i'm doing that tomorrow

39. go inside, take dog out back to play with her. one of the other dogs also wants to play. thankfully there are two balls, so i kinda just juggle between them. neither dog seems to mind

40. another roommate shows up with his new dog: the tiniest puppy 😭 so small! one and a half hands big! and i got to hold her 😍💞🥰 reminded me of my dog when we first got her 😭😭 i miss her... 😭😭😭

41. did my laundry. turned on my laptop and only made it through one of my yt rec'd videos before realizing i was falling asleep. reluctantly decided to do the right thing and just. go to bed

42. fell asleep almost instantly and finally slept well. so all i need to do is wake up early, eat no breakfast, walk to church, go to a new place, talk to people i don't know, go kayaking, play with two dogs, do a big load of laundry, and then i'll sleep well. glad to find out it's as simple as that 🙄

[houseofperfecttaste]

Hi hun, I’m sorry for bothering you but I got this idea where the reader is a really outgoing person and she’s Topper’s cousin and she’s in a love/hate relationship with Rafe (their together but their relationship has a lot of ups and downs and Rafe is really posesive of her). When Rafe and the rest try to jump Pope she comes to his rescue and she’s pissed at Rafe. Pope always kinda had a crush on her and at the movie (after Jj and Pope sink Topper’s boat) she tries to stop Rafe from starting a fight. Rafe insists that Pope has a crush on her and she denies it and begs him to stop this stupid fight so he tells her something like kiss me then or something like that and if she just gives him a quick kiss he tells her the tension grows and he pulls her closer and tells her “not like that princes/angel” and they fully make out. You can add everything you want maybe the perspective of Pope talking to Jj after it happenes because they can’t understand how such a sweet girl can’t be with someone like him if it’s not too much. 🥺 thank you and sorry for grammatical errors, English is not my first language

Bad Guy

You and Rafe were currently at the golf course with his friends but he left you with the golf cart as they all went to get drinks. While you were sitting there Pope Heyward came walking by giving you a shy smile as you gave one back. You said hi since you've seen him around and you guys ended up striking up a conversation. After a few minutes, you could visibly see him tense his eyes gazing over your head. You turned your head to see Rafe and his goons walking back, Rafe looking pissed of course.

"You better go I don't want you to get hurt." You rushed him off but Rafe stopped him quickly. "Oh where do you think you're going buddy?" Rafe teased holding his golf club against Popes neck. "Rafe stop it." You pleaded as you tried to pull the golf club out of his hands but his grip was firm. "Why the fuck were you talking to my girlfriend?" "It was just a friendly conversation." Pope chocked out trying to pull the club away too. "Friendly conversation? Nah that's not it because you were looking at her like you wanted her."

Rafes accusation made you roll your eyes shaking your head. "Rafe you're being ridiculous, he doesn't want me." Rafe scoffed removing the club from Popes neck but pushing him to the ground. "Don't. Ever. Talk. To. Her. Again." Between each of his words he either kicked or punched the poor boy while you were begging for him to stop and trying to hold him back. Rafe eventually stopped backing away and looking at you and Pope took the opportunity to grab his groceries and run luckily no one chased after him. "What the fuck Rafe?" You yelled shoving his chest as he grabbed your wrists.

"Be quiet, don't cause a scene." He growled down at you. "You almost just killed him!" You whispered angrily and he rolled his eyes like it was nothing. "You're mine. Only mine." He grabbed your waist pulling you closer but you shoved your way out of his grasp. "Yes Rafe I am yours you don't need to almost kill him to prove it." You walked up to the country club grabbing a ride home knowing he was going to spend the rest of the day at the course. You were getting ready for bed when suddenly you saw Rafes reflection behind you in the mirror.

"I'm so sorry about earlier baby. I love you." Rafe wrapped you in his arms thinking you would accept his apology immediately but you've never been so pissed at him. "Sorry isn't going to cut it, Rafe, you can't do that to people just because they're talking to me." He gripped your waist pulling you against him and kissing your ear. "He's a fucking Pogue he shouldn't even be looking at you. He's really lucky I didn't actually kill him." You gulped knowing he would always be aggressive and there was no stopping it. He kissed down your neck knowing you would fold and give into him.

"My pretty girl, my beautiful girl." He growled into your neck biting it and sucking it. "Fuck Rafe I'm all yours." You whined running your hand through his hair and watching him in the mirror. "I'm all yours baby." He slipped his hand under your shirt feeling your body before taking you into the bedroom showing you there's no one better than him and that you're his forever.

The next morning you and Rafe slept in waking up at 11 seeing that Top texted both of you wanting to go out on the boat today. "Go have fun baby." You kiss him getting out of bed and stretching. "You're not coming with?" He frowned laying on his left side and gazing up at you stretching in just your underwear. "I'm not feeling up for it. But you go have fun." You kneeled on the bed kissing him softly before going to the bathroom.

When you got out Rafe was wearing coral swim trunks with a white tee. "There's a movie playing tonight be ready by 6." Rafe said hooking his sunglasses on his t-shirt as you pulled one of his shirts over your head. "Okay baby." You walked with him downstairs turning the tv on as you made yourself eggs. "I'm heading to Tops I love you, see you later." He kissed your temple and you turned your head his lips quickly capturing yours in a kiss. "Bye baby I love you more have fun."

You were in the middle of folding laundry in the living room when you heard shouting and the door swinging open. "I'm gonna be dead because of those fucking Pogues man. It's always the Pogues." Topper slammed the door shut stomping into the kitchen angrily grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Don't worry they'll get what's coming to them." Rafe hid his devilish smirk as he saw you in the living room listening to them. "What happened?" You walked over to the boy's Rafe instantly pulling you into his side.

"Pogues sank Toppers boat." Your mouth dropped open not expecting that answer. You knew they did something but you assumed it was something small. "Your moms gonna fucking murder you." You chuckled as Topper glared at you. "Sherlock fucking Holmes over there." Topper rolled his eyes taking a large swig of his beer. "I just wanna be there when it happens." You laughed and you felt Rafe's chest vibrate behind you as he chuckled. Topper chilled with you guys and headed to the movie with you both meeting Kelce there as well.

You were waiting in line to get a drink noticing Rafe and Topper shooting daggers at Pope and JJ and you started to worry they were going to start something like usual. You got your drink heading back over to the boys their conversation ended when seeing you approaching. You all went to your seats with you between Topper and Rafe. Rafe wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his shoulder. About an hour into the movie, the boys got up saying they had to go to the bathroom and you just nodded too interested in the movie to care.

After ten minutes you got curious about what was taking them so long. You got up and headed towards the bathroom getting distracted when seeing figures behind the movie screen. When you got closer you saw Rafe, Topper, and Kelce beating up JJ and Pope. "Get off of them!" You screamed but they all ignored you continuing the brutal beating. "Fuckers sank my boat." Topper snarled beating JJ while Rafe started choking out Pope. "Rafe let go of him! Let go!" You were punching his back and arm but it was no use. "Rafe this is a stupid fucking fight let them go." You begged trying to pull Topper off of JJ but Kelce held you back making you watch everything your cousin and boyfriend were doing.

"How cute, your crush is trying to save you." Rafe mocked making Pope try to squirm out of his grasp more. "He doesn't fucking have a crush on me Rafe let him go!" This made Rafe chuckle as he pulled his arm away from Pope's neck and walking over to you signaling for Kelce to let you go. "He does Y/N I know it, so kiss me." He caressed your cheek and you leaned on your tippy toes giving him a quick peck feeling uncomfortable that four other people were watching you. "Not like that princess." He pulled you against his body his hands sliding to your ass gripping it as he shoved his tongue in your mouth starting a make-out session.

Pope watched in disgust as you guys made out he didn't understand how you were with a guy like Rafe. He was cruel, violent, psychotic, possessive, crazy and so much more. Pope knew he could treat you better, he may not be able to spoil you with goods like Rafe does but he would treat you like an angel. Rafe pulled away from your lips giving Pope a teasing smile before grabbing your hand and leading you back to your seats. You turned your head to look at JJ and Pope mouthing an 'I'm sorry' even though that wouldn't fix anything.

POPES POV

"I just don't understand it, man, why is she with him?" I questioned as JJ and I walked to the Twinkie my gaze on Y/N as she was sitting next to Rafe playing with her bracelets and not talking to him. "Must have a Kook love spell on her." JJ shrugged making me roll my eyes. "Do you think he hits her?" My heart clenched at the thought of Rafe laying his hands on her. "No, I do think he really loves her. Just in his own twisted fucked up way." JJ and I hopped into the Twinkie and I caught Y/Ns eye before I got in. She gave me a little sad smile, her face showing she felt bad for what happened. I shrugged at her telling her it happens and I'm fine.

[skyfallscotland]

House of Earth & Blood thoughts, part two/two:

• Bryce's mum is really cute and it's kind of nice to see a story where the heroine isn't a starving orphan, sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️

• Hunt's mum however 😭😭 that's so sad? And why do I feel like we're going to circle back at some point to that comment about not knowing who his dad is 👀 Is it someone important? It's someone important, isn't it?

• I also find it kind of hilarious that so many people rag on Violet in Fourth Wing, but Hunt Athalar is just as fucking bad. The boy is thirsty af, does he ever think about anything else??

• I also like that Bryce's depression and survivor's guilt is sticking around and not just being used as a plot device, like a lot of books usually do. It's nice. For me, not for her, lol.

• I still don't like Fury. She's still blacklisted. Go run off with E Ithan.

• Hunt’s wings, what the fuck. Honestly, Bryce isn’t doing enough threatening around here, blackmail these fuckers?!

• Ohhh I get it now…I think? Did someone shove that drug down Danika’s throat and she killed the pack? And that’s why she was begging? And why the protections on the apartment couldn’t stop it?

• Oh, Danika shoved the drug down Danika's throat? Well that's...charming. I know people are imperfect but damn this still feels like a Nehemia-Aelin relationship and I'm...not digging it.

• I really want to know more about the Autumn King, which seems like the situation every time there's an autumn king of any kind in an SJM novel, so, you know...par for the course.

• Micah is such a dick. TBH they're all dicks, but still 🙄

• Bryce begging for Hunt's freedom 🥺 I fully expected her to be like "he's my mate!" but IDK do they...not...realise that? Is it because she hasn't made the drop? They do have those in this universe, right? Because now I can't remember.

• I like Ruhn. Is pretty sword going to end up being Bryce's sword though? Because we're talking about it way too much for what's basically a glorified kitchen utensil in his hands.

• Ok so the last like however many pages were while I was out, which honestly? Always seems to happen? So I don't have a ton of live reactions but:

• Did I think Hunt was being a little mouthy about hating the archangels for a man in his position? Yes. Did I think he was actively planning a rebellion? Nope, you got me there.

• Oh and MICAH killing Danika and the pack? It makes a lot more sense, but that doesn't make me feel any warmer about her to be honest, she DEFINITELY learned from the Nehemia school of friendship (called it!) and I hate that for Bryce 😒

• The vacuum cleaner? That's such a trauma response and honestly, Bryce deserves to have that small moment of peace because she's a badass bitch. Nice work honey, you're doing great! 🥹

• Sandriel is just...I don't even care about her? She's meant to be this second big bad and I just never cared, tbh. Good riddance 👋

• Hunt gets blown up and put back together way too much and too easily tbh, which rankles considering Lehabah is apparently actually dead??? What's up with that? Rude.

• "Light it up, Bryce! Light it up!" Ok I might have teared up a little 😭In the grocery store. 😭 The same grocery store I was in when I listened to "you do not yield, you do not yield" on my last big shop. You're right, I can never go back.

• I also wasn't sure Bryce was ever making the drop, I was starting to think that she was going to remain human forever (and I wouldn't have been that mad about it). I'm kind of relieved though that she did and she didn't have to give up all her power? I think? From my understanding. That seems like an SJM special and I was waiting for it, prepared to roll my eyes.

• "I'm not making it ... Because it got too hard. Without you. It is too hard without you." I love Bryce so much. I felt her more than most other characters SJM's ever written. I feel like the way her depression and trauma showed through in little glimpses was something I'd been hoping for out of other characters in her work and never gotten and I'm glad she decided to tackle it properly this time around.

I can also see her getting along really well with Remi, so there, that's my answer now for everyone who kept saying Remi and Aelin would be friends. I can't see that, but I can see Remi and Bryce. And maybe Remi, Bryce, and Nesta being a dangerous trio 😅

[wroteclassicaly]

I've always known the things you said in your last post and as someone that's yo-yoed with weight my whole life and has a very beautiful, thin, blonde best friend.. It's been proven time and time again. But hoo boyyy let me tell you! This year due to unforeseen circumstances I've lost half my body weight and I'm the thinnest I've ever been. Thin enough to be considered conventionally attractive I guess because the treatment is something else. The way total fucking strangers perceive me and treat me on a first meeting vs this time last year. Wow. A great example being last year if my kid had a tantrum in the grocery store I had people scoffing and rolling their eyes while I floundered but this year? People running over to help and ask if I'm okay. Like my weight defines something as strange and unrelated as whether or not I am a good parent? What the actual fuck. But it's not that strangers. MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. Holy shit. They don't mean to. I know they don't. But it's hard not to notice that I am suddenly being complimented every time I see them in the same basic ass outfits I've been wearing for years. Because "You look so good today!" When I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans, hits fucking different when you've never heard it before in all your life but suddenly it seems so important for them to say every. fucking. time. It's not the clothes is it? You don't care about the clothes. It's one of the most depressing things I've ever had to come to terms with. That even subconsciously my most cherished loved ones see more value in me in 2024 than they did any other year because weight loss I never intended on and wasn't trying for, happened to me while trying to fix my mental health. It's insane.

This message honestly just hit my heart, right home. Because I understand, I really do. My own mother treats me different since I’m losing weight (I get more compliments). And I’ve heard a lot of women who lose their weight, it’s the same way. And it shouldn’t have to be! Why can’t we be seen as beautiful without weight being a factor - small or big? 🥺💔