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[roseyjustice]

Sometimes you gotta grab a vamp and just give em a smooch !

[meatonfork]

More platonic sleeping with Johnny moments cuz i can't seem to get over the last one ;( <3

Nap Time

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pairing: p!soap x grim

warnings: none, sleepy grim

summary: grim really needed a nap

-- my babies :(( ----------------------------------------

soap knew something was wrong the moment you walked through the meeting room's door.

the bags under your eyes were the worst he had seen them- ever.

as price droned on about whatever he had called the meeting for, you had your head propped up on your hand, trying not to fall asleep right then and there.

the meeting was going for too long in johnny's opinion. he was just too focused on your half dead figure trying to keep upright across from him.

at one point, your head dropped, and ghost stuck his hand out to prevent your head from smacking on the wooden surface below you.

looking up, you gave ghost a subtle nod. an okay.

the meeting had finally ended, and your legs felt like jello. walking into the hall was a task to be damned with. a strong arm wrapped around your waist, and the familiar smell of soap's cologne wafted in your nostrils.

"hey, kiddo. come with me, aye?" his voice was soft enough to put you to sleep standing in the hallway.

with a nod, you let him lead you to his room.

a sweatshirt and sweat pants were thrust into your arms, and you made your way to his bathroom.

you left your clothes on his counter, and took a good look in the mirror. the eye bags were big enough to go shopping with. your skin lacked its usual color, fatigue and exhaustion seemed to suck the life out of you. the new contrast between the scars that littered your face and your paler complexion made you almost unrecognizable.

tears welled in your eyes, and you made your way out of the bathroom.

you spot johnny standing at the end of the bed. you make eye contact, and his face falls upon noticing your red rimmed eyes.

"oh. c'mere." he cooed at you, eyes softening. you broke down. walking to your best pal, you stop in front of him. letting your head thump against his chest, you sob.

"i'm so, so, tired johnny." your voiced broke, wobbling with unshed tears.

"i know, sweetheart. let's lay down, yeah?" with his hands rubbing up and down your biceps, he pulls you to bed.

"wanna talk 'bout it?" he lets you lay on top of him, rubbing your back as you continued to cry.

" i just keep seeing them, john. their little eyes begging me for help i can't give them. why couldn't i help them? they needed me!" the sound of your voice breaking nearly breaks johnny's heart.

someone he considers a sibling is sat there, pouring their heart out to him, and there's not much he could do.

"oh, grim. that wasn't your fault. there wasn't much you could do. please, do not blame this on yourself, alright?" his voice was soft in your ear, and his chest rumbled against your temple as he spoke.

you give out a slight nod, "yeah. i know. but, it hurts so bad."

"i know, i know. it takes time." he continued to rub your back, one hand sliding it's way to your hair.

with a soft kiss to the top of your head, he flicks on a movie.

it was always your favorite way to relax, and he knew exactly which movie you'd need.

"tangled? soap, you know the way to my heart." a small smile graced your exhausted face.

"don't i? anything for you, hun." he ruffled your hair.

a little giggle bubbled from you lips.

you squeezed him tight, "thank you, johnny. i appreciate you a lot."

"always, kiddo." he gave a tight squeeze back.

he never stopped holding you. not when you finally fell asleep. not when his legs went numb, and he was uncomfortable. not even when he had to pee. he held you the whole night.

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a/n: omg i loved writing this <33

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

BRUTUS pt.1!!

THIS IS A SONGFIC RAHHH

summary: uhoh yu jie go a lil’ cray-cray 🤪🤪🤪 lil peice of lore drop!!

ive been watching him for my entire life

“Oh what’s that!“ my younger brother squeals digging through my cupboard filled with stories.

I try to supress a grimace, as he rips out pages hazardly. I want to shout, to scream. But I know I’ll be punished.

i hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees

He grins up at me light shining in his eyes. Oh how desperately I wish to put it out.

his words so contrived

“When I’m older I wanna be just like you Yu Jie!“ He says splattered in colorful paint, while Father ruffles his hair and whistles. and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside “Wow! This is a work of art!“ My mother gasps as she holds out my brothers newest work of trash. A bunch of scribbles is what it truly was.

they hang on every breath, cling to his chest “Yu Jie! How dare you make fun of your brother!“ My mother cries, I clench my fists as I look down at the ground. “Answer me!“ She raises her hand quickly, and I flinch. My first mistake. She narrows her eyes down at me before pinching my arm, “Listen here young lady, we do not disrespect our male relatives“ Tears streak my cheak as I try not to cry from her grip. She pinches tighter. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.“ “...Yes Mother.“ home to his heart full of pride

“Awwwww... ʰᵃ́ᵒʸᵘ̀ this is a beautiful poem!“ Mother gushed over him while Father smoked a pipe and coughed all the smoke over the kitchen table.

’Why do I never get proper recognition? Just why?’

the oracle told him to beware the ides

He looks down clearly sad, I don’t care but Mother and Father would get on my case for not asking why.

“What’s wrong?“ I nudge him slightly wth my foot not wanting to get closer

“N-nothing...“

I narrow my eyes, he was always bad at hiding secrets.

and id be lying if i said i wasnt wishing

He giggles holding up a red toy, red.

Red was all I could see.

for untimely death or demise

“What do you mean Scarlett??“ I glare down at the girl trying so hard not to cry, creasing the newspaper almost causing rips in the paper.

Idiot. You can’t rely on anyone ever since the princess came to power...

“I- Well I just-“ She babbles on, I grimace and snatch it away from her and open it up.

He was on the front page.

I was not.

or am i wishing i could be like you

He grabs me by my ponytails and throws me in the cellar.

His beady eyes watching me.

Forever judging.

He wouldn’t do this to him.

Of course not! He’s the golden child after all...

that the people would see me too as a poet

’She ruffles my hair and looks down at me, the light shining in her eyes.’

’Oh how I ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ my mother...’

’And oh how she ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ me...’

and not just the muse

I woke up. Bedroom was as small and dusty as usual.

I should get a maid, but Mother only says ’dignified’ children get servants.

Then why does he have one?

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[ddejavvu]

using you as inspo!

since i can’t link as anon— your “sexualizing this old man” post.

say r is crushing Real Bad. so penny and the girls print that post out and cover r’s desk with it 🫢

omg one of my own posts!! i had to modify this to be just a teeny bit more realistic, bc i don't think the bureau would approve of their printers printing such filth </33

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You swear you're listening. It doesn't matter that your eyes are on Hotch's forearms rather than his face, you can still hear the words coming out of his mouth. Everyone else is puzzled, staring at their own documents or up at the speaker. No one notices you, or at least, you don't think anyone does, and for that you're grateful.

There's a few theories swirling around in your brain that you aren't confident enough in to tell anyone about. With more evidence and insight into the case, you'll formulate them and hopefully even present one. But for now, you wait.

You spend your waiting time ogling Hotch even more, eyes tracing the curve of his chest and the way that his button-up molds tight to his tummy. His tie lays over his chest, the base of it tight around his collar and the tip of it resting just over-

You feel a buzz against your wrist, and you sneakily peer at the notification you've received on your phone. The bureau, in an effort to keep agents even more accessible, has granted you smart watches, and they come in handy for texting during meetings. They're much less conspicuous than phones, and you peek at what yours has to say.

PG: Stop sexualizing the old man, Y/N!!!!!!!

Before you can even glare at the bubbly blonde another text comes in: JJ: I don't even wanna know what's going through your head.

EP: Don't drool... on your shirt or on the seat 👀

That one breaks you. You choke on your own spit, frantically covering your mouth as seven heads turn your way. Three giggle and try to play it cool, but four look incredibly concerned, and Hotch's arm comes up to pat against your back.

"Are you okay?" He asks, frown deep set on his features.

"I'm good," You rasp, holding out a pathetic thumbs-up, "I'm- I'm good!"

"The old man..." Spencer squints at your watch from your opposite side, and your cheeks burn as you nearly break it trying to shut it off.

"Reid!" You hiss, "Don't read my texts!"

"Yeah, butt out, pretty boy!" Derek ruffles Spencer's hair, eager to get any teasing in that he can, "Hoping you'll find some juicy secrets?"

"I think I did," Spencer looks at you like a textbook he's studying, a proud smirk crossing his features as he turns back to his file folder, "Stay focused, Y/N. What were you saying, Hotch?"

[sammyluvr]

if sam was dating someone shorter then he’d definitely js walk with his hand on ur head every once in a while and if he’s dating a clumsy person he’d like guide them so they don’t hurt themselves and it’s rlly funny and he js laughs. he’d also put ur things in places u can’t reach and laugh as you struggle and then if you’re annoyed at him and try hit him (playfully ofc) he’d hold your wrists together bc he’s js that guy and he has big hands and it’s so hot i wanna lick them or he’d js put his hand on your forehead and hold you at a distance. also he’d ruffle your hair and play with it and convince you to let him shower with you so he can wash it and yeah

p.s. i wanna lick that one vein in sam’s arm that goes all the way up his bicep, yk in 4x09 and he grabs ruby and that one vein pops in his arm, that one, i wanna lick it and i wanna bite and lick his biceps and i want him to stand in front of me with those arms folded he’s so sexy i js need him badly it makes my head fuzzy

-💽

OH ABSOLUTELY !!! and man it is not difficult to be shorter than him that's for sure!!

his hand on your head omg i'm crying :,) that is both sooo freaking soft and sweet and hot at the same time i'm genuinely obsessed and i'll never stop thinking about it wowowoowowow ten out of ten concept i'm eating it tf up rn.

aHHH sam x clumsy!reader is my literal everything i need it so bad <33 need him to stop my from running into the doorway and laugh at me at the same time LOL

no because sam's such a gentleman blah blah blah he's so polite blah blah blah NO HE'S A FUCKING TEASE AND HE'S A PLAYFUL MEANIE UGH (he is absolutely a gentleman but.. he's such a menace oh my god) especially younger sam, he's always teasing always making things harder for you so that he can help you wowow like what a meanie pants LOL

um because i'm just saying that i know for a fact that he could hold both of my wrists in one hand and it makes me sort of (super) feral!!! and yeah! his hands are the hottest ever in the world wow!!! hehehe giggling at the idea of him holding you back with his palm to your forehead he's having wayyy too much fun with it too like . he's so entertained and you're just struggling like hey. let me go >:( and he's like wow you're so adorable. MEAN !!

omg but really soft at him wanting to shower with you so he can wash your hair for you that's so cute :(( he's so cute !

THAT VEIN HAS ME LIKE . i'm insane about it i am zero percent normal about it like . wowoowowowowojrkfjdkj woah i'm drooling rn . as for the licking TELL ME ABOUT IT KSJDHFKSJ ARGH need to lick and bite and everything need him need him need him he is so so so very sexy ! head fuzzy because of sam squad <3

[kaeyazuha]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

❝ i kinda wanna request comfort with childe (smh iys always him 🙄/j) where we comfort him after he got a rlly bad day (imagine where he lost some mission and got a good scolding. If it possible aha) and yk he's sobbing in our arm and we comfort him. ❞

; Mmmm yummy reverse comfort <33 Thanks for your request, I hope you like it!

; 7/23/22

; Reverse Comfort/Fluff

; CW: strong language, physical touch

There were many words used to describe the 11th Harbinger: eccentric, bloodthirsty, wild, cheery, suave, quick-witted, strong, loud, excitable, even charming and handsome from a few fans he denies having. But, none of these match him right now. Gods, he looked like a ghost. Pale skin almost snow white at this rate, scars open and eyes half-closed, his leg bounced up and down and caused the floorboard below to creak in a rather annoying manner. He stared at nothing in particular, dulled and hazy eyes unfocused when he zoned out. You were almost afraid to find out what happened. Almost.

You hummed quietly, leaning your head against the doorway while staring at him with confliction and pity swirling in your eyes. He was given a mission from the Tsaritsa not too long ago, one that he refused to tell anyone about because it was specifically for him. His chance to prove himself to her highness, an opportunity to show that despite his age, he was top of his game amongst the rest of the Harbingers. You tried to be supportive despite knowing the dangers of this mission, but that glint in his eye looked akin to that of a child in a candy store. But, one after another, fight after fight and gash after gash, the mission slipped from his fingers and into the clutches of the enemies.

He came home two days earlier than he told you, sign one of a change in plans. He refused to look you in the eye, two signs of his ashamement. He went straight to your shared room without a single word uttered despite your concerned questioning, sign three of a mission gone completely wrong. You sighed, slowly walking over to your corpse of a lover with a med kit in hand, and you started to cleanse his dirtied skin with an endearing smile. At first, he resisted, dead eyes remaining fixed on the floor while his arm twitched away from you. However, you persisted and dragged it back to you with a stubborn frown, and he let out a small but dry chuckle at that. “You don’t need to do this.” Finally, he spoke, you inwardly chided. Tartaglia looked over to you, and you winced at the completely lost expression on his face. You’d think you were talking to a puppet rather than your lover had it not been for the human sadness in those blue eyes.

“I want to do this,” You stroked your right hand along his ginger tufts of hair, smiling at the way he leaned into your hand. “I promise.” A moment of peaceful silence filled the air, your legs beginning to cramp with the uncomfortable position of you bent down and his body weight leaned against your hand. He chuckled dryly, shifting around until he could guide you onto his lap. Not even giving you a moment to settle in, Childe rested his forehead on your shoulder while his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. You smiled warmly down at him, playfully ruffling his hair before starting to play with it again. His hair felt soft per usual, but messy and unkempt. The light sound of Liyue ambiance outside (the sound of the wind caressing the trees and distant flutes playing never ceased to sooth you) coaxed your eyes to rest and your head to sway, leaning to one side lazily-- until the sudden quivering of his shoulders and the feeling of your shirt dampening jolted you awake. “Ajax…?” You questioned hesitantly, unsure of his reaction-- you’ve never seen him cry before, he’s never been comfortable with the idea of allowing himself to be so vulnerable.

Gloved, trembling fingers clutched onto the material of your shirt, which dulled the feeling of his nails digging into your back. You could only pray that with how deep he buried himself into your chest, that he didn’t hear the erratic, thundering beats of your heart-- you didn’t know what to do when he suddenly started to cry! Regaining your composure, you leaned back and cupped Childe’s jaw, guiding him to look up at you while you wiped at his wetted cheeks. “Don’t be ashamed, love. Let it out.” Reddened eyes only welled up further at your gentle voice and kind gaze-- gods he works around politicians and professional liars, he’s been trained that the world is cruel and unforgiving, but then you go and make him feel special, it’s utterly bewildering to him. You held him like a green leaf cradles a dew drop; gentle, yet securely with your touch as warm as the sunlight reflecting off the morning dew. 

Your nose scrunched up a bit in confusion, your cheeks feeling oddly hot under his intense stare. As if those crystalline blue eyes burned holes through your soul, you averted your gaze and chuckled almost awkwardly. “No, please, don’t look away.” His grip around your waist tightened and he pulled his head away from your chest just long enough to try and find your eyes, tilting his head to match your position. Ajax smiled up at you sadly, leaning his cheek on your stomach as your hand found solace in his hair. “Looking at you reminds me that I have something to lose after all.” With those words, you grew further concerned, and you sat down before pulling him in to rest his head on your chest again. If it weren’t for the heavy atmosphere, you’d laugh and relish in the way he nuzzled into your shirt.

“What…do you mean?” Not wanting to assume, you questioned him. He was silent for a moment, as were you, and the quiet sound of your hand brushing over his hair filled the silence. His shirt felt soft to the touch, warm against your hand, and with enough pressure you could feel the scars gathered upon his skin like old memories in a photobook. 

Like a flower that’s begun to bloom, he slowly decided to open up to you. After years of internalizing everything, he feared allowing someone else to see his sins and darkest secrets-- but this was a start. “I’m just tired of fighting for one cause. A cause I believe in, but look at me.” He chuckled dryly. “Amongst the harbingers, I’m just a kid. Sure, my lackeys look up to me, but only until they see how great everybody else is.” Childe refused to meet your gaze, afraid of the second surge of watery heat gathering in his eyes. “This mission was a failure, (Y/n). I had one job, and I went and fucked it up. I just had to retrieve certain information, that’s it! But it’s been months now, and they’ve pawned the job off onto somebody else. It’s--I- we've gotten nowhere-- fuck it’s my faul--”

“Enough.” Your tone, despite the sound of his superiors’ cold and spiteful voice etched into his soul, sent chills down his spine. He tensed when your palm raised at his side, expecting something-- anything, after all that whining, you must think he’s pathetic! Of course he wouldn’t blame you for smacking some sense into him, he’d do the same if his superiors hadn’t done it for him. Yet, the impact never came. Rather, he was left confused at the soft feeling of your calloused fingers wiping at his wetted cheeks. “Don’t blame yourself. None of this information involves you directly, correct? Then how can you blame yourself? They sent you on a wild goose chase, for hell’s sake. Besides, 'certain information' in the Fatui could easily be a death sentence and we both know it.” You clicked your tongue at the end of your statement, the bitterness and concealed anger of what the Fatui has put him through starting to show through.

You sighed, grabbing a nearby blanket and wrapping it around his quivering shoulders as he cried into your shirt once more. Best to get some tissues the next time you stand up, you mentally noted. In this moment, you didn’t know exactly how to feel. Happy that he opened up to you, sad for the pain he’s gone through, angry at the Fatui for hurting him this way, pity for the wounds he’s suffered both internally and externally, everything swirled together into one confusing amalgamation that left you with no choice but to focus on him for right now. Not that you were complaining, of course. Instead, you smiled. You smiled at the way he snuggled up into your arms like a child after a nightmare, you smiled when he let out a breathy sigh at the feeling of your hands gliding along his back, you smiled when red eyes met yours with the softest gaze you’d seen from him, and you smiled at the way he held you as close as humanly possible and then scooted upwards to whisper in your ear:

“Thank you, for everything. I love you more than you could ever believe- hell, I can hardly believe it sometimes.” He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder now. 

“Thank you for loving me.”

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Word Count: 1523

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

do you have any moth cuddle hcs? i wanna wrap my arms around foul legacy childe even though hes like a redwood tree. i cannot fit my arms around him

OH BUDDY YOU BET I DO!!!! i'm surprised i haven't done this already but i'm so glad i did them now because they were so fun to write <33

kinda gets ramble-y but skadnska it's fine they're cute!!! it's really so nice to get back to writing normal requests i had a great time doing these :D

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Foul Legacy Cuddle HCs

Fluff, Hurt Comfort

Warning for fire (fireplace), allusions to nightmares, injuries, and choking

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-Oh my god alright let’s get one thing straight -Childe is CLINGY -Even in his human form he was constantly hugging you, tossing an arm over your shoulder, or ruffling your hair, all with that cheeky grin splashed across his face -But now? In his Foul Legacy form? -HOOO BOY amp that clinginess up by at least 20 -He always wants to be near you. Always. Preferably with his head on your lap or at LEAST your hand intertwined with his claws -Unfortunately due to work and how stupidly scared people can be it’s impossible for him to be next to you all hours of the day, so he makes the most of the time he can get <33 -The moment you get home, everyday, on the dot, you make a habit of announcing your arrival with a calm shout to the house -Because one of your favorite sounds in the entirety of Teyvat is the click-click tap sound of Childe hurrying down the hall and over to you so he can scoop you into his arms, chirping with joy -You’re not gonna walk at ALL once you enter the house, Childe’s too dead set on carrying you everywhere. All you need to do is point to the room you want to go to!! -Usually you have more work to do even when you get home, so he VERY BEGRUDGINGLY carries you to your office and sits next to you as you fill out papers -He sits on the side opposite to your pen, so he can tug your hand over and set it on top of his hair, urging you to sink your fingers into the fluffy mass and gently scratch at his horns -The purrs he makes shake your desk ever-so-slightly, and when you tell him he simply leans up against it more, making your papers shiver under your raised pen -That’s your big moth bf alarm clock telling you it’s time to stop working!! -The minute you put your pen down Childe’s peeking over your shoulder, nudging your cheek and trilling to you, slightly impatient -He scoops you up and takes you to the couch- his preferred place of cuddles- and flops over, dragging you down with him and caging you in his arms because it’s snuggle hours!! -And when I say hours I mean HOURS. Childe will get comfy and fall asleep with you trapped in a warm hug, basically recommending that you also fall asleep with him -When he wakes up there’s a 50/50 (HAHAAAA) chance of him grumbling sleepily and tugging you back down to sleep -It’s Childe wants Childe gets!!! You enjoy the snuggles too so you don’t mind at all -Sometimes you pretend to put up a fight, groaning about how you simply can’t come cuddle with him because you’re so busy, and he’ll pretend to gasp, all offended that you would decline him -Although,,, if he’s had a bad day, you immediately put the theatrics away in a neat little box -Even with you by his side in the evenings Childe is still often plagued by nightmares, waking up trembling and choking with fear, the fear of being alone and you being gone -On those days when you get home, his footsteps are hurried and panicked because he desperately wants to see you and hug you and fall asleep with you again, because it’ll reassure him that you’re here and you’re real -He clings tighter those nights, your work discarded off to the side as you hold him firmly, grounding him to reality as he tries to conceal his leftover hiccups and whimpers -Eventually he falls asleep, claws wrapped around your shoulders and a damp patch left on your shirt as you stare at the fire, alone in your wakefulness -But either day, good day or bad day, physical contact is a must!! -Childe asks for, no, DEMANDS at least a few headpats before you leave for work, almost to tide him over while he waits for you to return -The evenings are filled with him snuggling up to you- if he’s a bit less clingy that day he usually lets you sit down first before nestling his head down onto your lap -Like I said the couch is his favorite place to cuddle because oh how cozy the fireplace and pillows and window make it. Sometimes he can even smell food cooking in the kitchen, which makes him purr in delight -If you happen to be just sitting on the couch with his head on your lap it’s almost inevitable that you’ll feel a light tug at

your sleeve and turn to see Childe, his eye big and round, asking you to slip down and lay next to him -And of course you do so and he trills and pulls you close, accidentally shoving your face into his fluff and making you choke and cough -When you yank away and gasp for air you can hear him chuckling quietly through his chirps -You readjust yourself so you’re not suffocating in his soft, soft fluff, instead opting to bury your fingers in it and drag them up and around, over his plated face and chest, and he melts -Almost literally melts, draping himself over you like a fuzzy weighted blanket, rumbling happily as you thread your fingers through his hair and fluff -You trail your fingers down his back and to his wings, tracing where they form out from his armor and feeling them flutter lightly under your touch -It’s so fascinating, the feeling of being held so gently and tenderly by a creature that could crush you without a second thought -But you know Childe’ll never hurt you, at least not intentionally (you’ve been scratched on accident a fair few times,,,,) -You brush your hand over his cheek and he nuzzles into it, chasing the sensation of your hand and gentle touch as your own eyelids droop shut and push you into slumber -Waking up with Childe is ALSO a dream; it’s warm and toasty in his arms as he holds you and presses you to his chest. His sleeping face is one you adore and admire in the few minutes you have while he’s asleep, peaceful and at ease -You wriggle your hand out from under your and lightly poke his cheek, and he grumbles and shakes his head slightly -You tap again, a grin creeping onto your face as he growls lightly and swats at your hand with drowsy claws -A final light jab makes his eye finally crack open as he lets out a lazy rumble of disapproval at your actions, but he softens upon seeing your cheekily smiling face -Instead he opts to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, swiping it over your finger before gently nibbling on it, pushing a delighted laugh out of you -You lay your head back down and he follows suit, gazing at you lovingly, and you reach out to scritch the area riiight behind his horn, his eye slipping shut again at the melty, blissful feeling -With a smile you lean in and ask him what, what does he want to do today? -It’s the weekend after all, and he has your full attention for a day, till tomorrow, and forever

[sevmch]

hq boys when you pepper them with kisses bc you're sad

characters: kenma, akaashi, kuroo

warning/s: none

genre: fluff, comfort

a/n: here's some fluff bc i think ive been writing too much angst lately aksjdkhskshs

kozume kenma

you were sitting next to kenma, staring at your boyfriend's face that had his game face plastered on his features in full concentration. you watched in silence as he played, cheek leaning against your palm.

this wasn't new, in fact, most of your time spent at his place were usually just you doing your own stuff while he played. you didn't really mind, wanting to just be around kenma and feel his presence.

he also loved having you near him, you knew that. but sometimes, especially when you're feeling down, it felt as if he didn't care a bit like right now. kenma cared a lot but he's no mind reader, so he doesn't exactly know you're upset because you failed one of your exams today.

but you really wanted to be close to him as some sort of comfort, so you moved away from the desk and lean towards kenma, resting your chin on his shoulders and catching him give you a side-eye.

"what're you doing?" he asked, focused on the screen again, fingers moving swiftly against the keyboards.

you shrugged, sighing deeply. "nothing."

"okay."

pouting at his lack of response, you placed a quick peck on his cheek. his brows jumped, the crease in his forehead disappearing for the first time tonight. you planted another one and another one and another one, soft and brief and lazy. kenma moved his face towards you when you stopped for a second due to the discomfort creeping up your neck from the position, your boyfriend whining at the sudden loss of contact.

now it's your brows that raised, not really expecting for him to ask more. he leaned closer, tilting his head a little sideways as a sign for you to keep going.

"why'd you stop?"

"my neck was starting to hurt, i thought i was bothering you though." you shifted in your seat to find a much comfortable position.

he frowned, glancing at you and quickly reaching for the neck pillow that sat on the far end of his desk.

"i love it when you do that," he said softly, pausing the game so he could put the pillow around your neck and cup your face gently. "you're never a bother to me."

"kenma," your lips trembled slightly when tears started gathering at your eyes, touched by his affection.

"i know you're not okay. i could tell since you got here. do you wanna get ice cream after and talk about it?"

you nodded, not saying a word because you were sure your voice would crack if you did and kenma knew that, ruffling your hair before turning back to his game.

"ice cream it is then," he said, pressing play. "i'll buy you two if you continue with the kisses."

giggling, you plant more soft kisses on his cheek, even massaging the back of his neck as you watched him play. later that night, he took you to your favorite ice cream parlor, listening attentively to everything you had to say.

akaashi keiji

you and akaashi haven't seen each other the past week due to both of your conflicting and hectic schedules. their practices were extended to later hours for the upcoming interhigh while you were busy with club activities. whenever you had free time, akaashi would be unavailable and vise versa.

you missed each other so much it hurts which was why the second you both had matching free time, it was spent on cuddling for hours on end. even when you were lying on top of akaashi, face hiding at the crook of his neck and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, you still craved for more.

thinking of having to separate and not see each other again for days made your heart sink into your stomach, nuzzling against his neck as if you could get even closer than you were already.

he ran his hand up and down your back in comfort, even giving a gentle squeeze on your arm to remind you he was physically there with you. you sighed deeply, landing feather-like kisses at his jaw.

"missed you."

"i know," akaashi said barely above a whisper, relaxing into the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. "i missed you too, love."

as you kept going with your ministrations, your eyes were wide in surprise when akaashi stopped you, leaning away just to turn to his side and face you. placing a hand at the back of your neck, you felt his lips on your forehead. then, you felt them next on the space between your brows, then at the tip of your nose, then at your chin.

stopping by your lips, he hovered, staring at you lovingly through half lidded eyes. blood rushed to your cheeks, heating up at the way he was gazing at you. slowly, akaashi captured your lips in his, pulling you forward by his hand on your nape as he moved his lips passionately you're glad you were laying down otherwise your knees would've gave out. it was sweet and short, slipping pecks in between before moving back a little.

"don't be so sad anymore, hm? i'm here now." he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. the corner of your lips tug upward in a smile, releasing a contented sigh as you stared at each other for a little while.

kuroo tetsuro

he was in a middle of a phone call with yaku discussing about their chemistry homework and spitting out chemical names that were alien to you. it has been going of nearly an hour and a half and you were starting to get impatient, wanting to get back to the movie currenly paused at the screen before yaku called.

saturday nights were movie nights and it was an agreement that either of you must be free from distractions - no phone notifications, mentions of school works, and the like. unless it was an emergency. yaku calling wasn't an emergency, in fact, it was just to argue with kuroo that his answers were right and your boyfriend's were wrong.

and you wouldn't mind it if it were any other day but not today. not after movie nights have been pushed back twice in a row because kuroo has been too exhausted from training to even stay awake at 9 pm.

scooting closer to him on the couch, you locked him in place by putting your arms around his neck and resting your legs on his lap. used to your clinginess, he doesn't react - kept his mind on throwing insults at yaku.

so you proceed with your plan in mind. you weren't exactly placing kisses, just letting your lips graze the corner of his mouth to tease, knowing that it riled him up when you don't kiss him completely.

his free hand came to give your thigh a warning squeeze, a light chuckle leaving you as you kept teasing him, lips hovering at the side of his face. when you felt considerate, you'd kiss him lightly.

you're not really sure how long it went on but probably enough time for kuroo to give up.

"okay bro whatever, let's check it again on monday with kai and see who's really right. i'm busy, bye." with a tap on end call, he tossed the phone on the empty spot beside him before tackling you on the couch, making you shriek as your back met the cushion.

"my babygirl's such a tease," he said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers up and down your spine. before you could even utter a single word, kuroo's smashing his lips against yours, moving fast that it got you mind short-circuiting.

when you finally caught up with his pace and started getting into it, he pulled away. you whined, grabbing his collar to pull him down but doesn't budge, a smirk on his face.

"it's not so fun getting teased, is it?" he winked, clearly amused at your annoyed expression.

you rolled your eyes, groaning as you smack his bicep. "seriously kuroo?"

"what, you started it kitten. it's only fair if you get a little taste of it." he laughed when you scowled further, shaking his head lightly and giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. "sorry i interrupted our movie night."

"'s okay," you mumbled in between the kiss.

"we can make out for the rest of it, you know, a way for me to make it up to you," he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

you scoffed, but really, the idea sounded perfect.

"just admit you enjoy kissing me."

"mmm sure, whatever," kuroo mumbled as he dipped his head, capturing your lips again. maybe movie night being interrupted wasn't so bad afterall.

rb and feedbacks r sexy ty<33

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[kuroos-moon]

��� Touch Starved Aces ☆

➪ Part One - Touch Starved Pretty Setters 

➪ Pairings: sakusa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, bokuto x reader, ushijima x reader

➪ genre: fluff 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

this man never feels touch starved 

or so you thought 

despite not rlly being the one to initiate intimacy first, he’ll crave it when your touch has been gone for too long 

but c’mon just because he’s touch starved doesn’t mean he’ll hug you first or anything

he let’s you do it, so when he randomly makes his way and stops in front of you

you better hug him or else he’ll have a bad day

same goes for when he draws his face near yours and tugs down his mask

KISS HIM 

do not ask him if he wants a hug or a kiss bc his pride won’t let him actually say it 

but there are times wherein his need for your touch > shyness 

why in the world aren’t you cuddling him to sleep rn? 

SIGH, GRUMBLE, SCOFF AND POUT

FINE— he’ll be the first to scoot over and hug you then

hates you for not cuddling with him tonight bc now he had to do it first <3 

when you’re doing grocery, he won’t hold your hand knowing you’re doing all the work and your hands are now full of ✨germs✨

but he occasionally holds your elbow though

and lets go when he stands by your side to examine the product you’ve held out for him to see 

you just appreciate how he still wanted to hold you in some way

if he’s really needy, best expect showering together with multiple kisses littered here and there

also, don’t u dare get up while he’s lying down on top of you 

and don’t stop running your fingers through his hair too until he falls asleep 

ur touch is just immaculate for him <33 

Iwaizumi Hajime 

definitely not that vocal about it

but he’s not shy either, he just- 

does what he wants, i guess

who cares if you’re busy? he wants to hug you now and so he does <3 

he’s just a sucker for sudden approaches, like how when you wake up first and prepare coffee for him 

the next thing you know warm hands slip inside your shirt and his muscled arms wrap around you

litters kisses all over your face and neck when he randomly wakes up at night

and hugs you tighter after that before going back to sleep

won’t really even remember it when he wakes up <3

“Hajime, I need to dress up for work,” you try to untangle his arms from your waist and he does 

psyche— he tugs you back down by your wrist so that you’re now on top of him 

“just a minute,” he mutters with his eyes still closed, kissing your forehead before he gently strokes your hair

your heart just goes all uwu and you’re tempted to call the day off just to be in his embrace for long

isn’t very showy in public but he could have a full-blown makeout session with you in front of Oikawa and he won’t give a damn 

with others around, pda is limited to him having a hand at the small of your back

or you wrapping your arms around his as you walk

he’ll unconsciously extend his arm for you bc walking together in that position is a must

he totally loves it, maybe as much as he loves u 

Bokuto Kotaro 

BIG BABY 

you just feel tiny no matter your size because he hugs you until you can’t breathe 

he really needs hugs, he lives off of your affection and care 

when he’s touch starved, he’s needy and clingy raised to the billionth power 

he has you between his legs as you both sit up, his arms hugging you tightly against him as you watch tv 

but when you force your way out him- 

“where you going?” plus pout and puppy eyes

“I’m getting a snack, Ko.” 

“oh, okay let’s go,” he’ll happily say as he gets up with you 

chin on top of your head and arms hugging your shoulders all the way to the kitchen 

despite how big he is he wants you to cradle him in bed

he’d lay on your arm rip you blood flow and bury his face at the crook of your neck

his arms would glide up and down your thigh while your leg’s over his torso 

when he’s the one who has to get out of bed, he knows he can’t ask you to get up just to accompany him drink water

but he doesn’t wanna be away from you either 

solution: this sweet owl carries you in his arms 

never lets go of your hand when you’re together outside, who cares about the sweat <3 

is totally clueless as to why Akaashi would say that he was going a bit overboard with how much he clung to you

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

affectionate touch? what is that? 

then BOOM, y/n walks in his life and now he wants to be touching you somehow every time his eyes are on you 

it’s really random, you’d be reading a book and now he wants a hug

why? no one knows, his love just swells up and he doesn’t know how to deal with it

but he isn’t really that bold most of the time about wanting a hug or a kiss bc he shy 

when you’re being extremely cute he finds himself just ruffling your hair a bit 

or cupping your face in his big hand and kissing your cheek

over time when he’s confident that you’re comfortable with him he won’t hold back and will be the sweetest 

you just got out the shower? 

well let him plop you down the bed and kiss every inch of your exposed skin bc u just smell so good <3 

his hand would trace up and down your back from under your shirt as you lay on top of him 

will literally stay still until morning when he finds out you’ve fallen asleep

fond of laying his head on your lap when you’re chilling at the couch 

he sometimes does this thing wherein he has your hand in his and traces his lips with your fingers

you melt into a bubble rlly

bc note this: he isn’t even paying much mind to what he was doing, he just likes it 

always has an arm casually around your shoulder when you’re outside without really putting his weight on you 

more of like just making sure you feel secure within his hold <3  

there’s literally room on the bench during their practice break but he sits you down his lap you couldn’t even—

he doesn’t get why you’re flustered tbh, just let him love u

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; gym instructor!minho x fem!reader, nonidol!au, sexual tension, piv, unprotected sex (careful yall), getting it from the back ye (cherry, write normal content warnings), sex in a public space, slight dry humping, blowjobs, mentions of exhibitionism, slight attention seeking, degradation, dirty talk, mirror sex, sliiight impact play nicknames, orgasm (m/f), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 3.6 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yeye by this anon right here!

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; AYE AYE if you know where this is from right,,, i love you ; “ambient gym sounds” also thank you @mzmezzler for the nice ideas~ because i was braindead writing this- also the banner has nothing to do with the actual fic,,, but am i still gonna use it? hell yeah. 

also i laughed way too much writing this, it sounds like some bad lq porn and im so amused by it, if anyone wants a bullshit porno writer, hit me up

by the way this is written you can tell that i never go to the gym

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

33. “Don’t be surprised when you get bent over” ; Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker (this is such a bop fite me)

21. “I can read your mind even from behind” ; The Internet - Special Affair

This was the only time you had to workout, late in the evening and being frank you really didn’t mind since Lee Minho always worked that shift, famously known as the hot gym instructor. Many people preferred working out during the earlier hours of the day but you working two jobs didn’t have the same privilege. 

It was a regular wednesday. You put your hair up with a black hair tie, observing yourself in the full length mirror that extended over the entire wall, a couple of individuals running on the treadmils behind you. This was your usual attire. A sports bra with some tight fitting leggings, it wasn’t the most comfortable but it made you look good, especially with the lonely drop of sweat that dripped between your tits. You had already warmed up, doing 20 minutes of cardio before you started with any weights. With an uneven breath you made your way over to the dumbells, it was a rather small gym but all equipment you needed for a workout were in place, most of the others minding their own business and cleaning up after themselves. 

Just as you were about to grab one of the smaller dumbells you saw Minho’s reflecting in the big wall mirror, smirking at you. You turned around with a smile, waveing at him with the hand that didn’t hold the small black dumbell. He slowly made his way over to you, ruffling his chocolate brown hair that was slightly sweaty.

“look who we have over here working out~" he said in a mocking tone, grabbing one of the folded white towels that stood neatly perched up in a wooden basket on the floor and throwing it over to you. It landed over your back as you stood with one arm and knee on a gym bench, the other foot being firmly planted on the ground as you lifted the hand with the dumbell laterally. 

“hey! what’s that for?” you said, putting down the dumbell on the bench and locking your eyes with the handsome gym instructor. 

“you’re sweaty” he says with a grin, pointing to your cleavage with his chin, cocking his eyebrow. 

You tsk, grabbing the fuzzy towel and bending your neck to the right, wiping the sweaty skin. Minho’s eyes danced all over your exposed neck, he clicked his tongue before licking his bottom lip, observing you from head to toe. You smile softly at him before he starts speaking. 

“There’s this new hip adductor machine, wanna try?”

You shrug your shoulders. Why not you thought, putting the towel behind your neck and following Minho closely to the new addition of the gym. It was a white metal construction, a dark grey seat and back rest, two grey soft surfaces on either of the seat. There was a sticker on the side of the machine, near where one could set the desired resistance by changing the weight. The sticker displayed the different muscle groups that were activated during the hip adduction which was mainly the inner thigh. You looked at Minho as you sat down on the rather uncomfortable seat, him going behind you and changing the weight you were about to press with the inside of your thigh. 

This was a rather interesting sight you thought as you had to spread your legs in order to make your inner thighs meet the cushions. Minho wasn’t known to be shy either, him bluntly staring at your cleavage and his eyes slowly drifting in between your legs. You didn’t mind this shameless flirting. Afterall, it was rumored that he was single and so were you. 

“Make sure to sit straight and lean back against the back rest. Activate your glutes and with an exhale you close your legs” Minho said calmly, observing your posture. You do as you’re told, feeling your inner thighs burn after a couple reps, clenching your jaw as you inhale through the nose as your legs open again. The brown haired boy steps close to you, poking two fingers at your thighs to see if you’re flexing them enough but this caught you off guard. 

“You’re not flexing enough, try to squeeze them for better results” he says, smirking whenever you groan out of exhaustion but not letting his mind wander off to distant and lewd places. He doesn’t remove his fingers, instead wandering them up to where your core was now wet from not only his looks but his touch. The two of you maintained eye contact during the entire time, your heart beating out of nervousness. Was he gonna do this now? In front an almost empty gym? Just as you thought that he had given in to your seducing he removed his fingers, backing away and smiling as if nothing happened. 

“You’re doing great y/n. I’m gonna let you workout in peace, I have some membership stuff to go through” he said, striking a quick wink before he turned around and walked away through the elliptical machines that were put in a neat line, one after another. You sighed, not liking the games he played with you but it was his charm and why everyone in the gym had the hots for him, needless to mention his perfect facial structure, those gleaming dark eyes and a body that was sculpted by the greek gods themselves. He probably played around with every client of his which ignited jealousy within you.

50 or so minutes passed by, these being filled with more weightlifting and hair flying in your face, not a single shadow being seen of him. The gym was now empty which wasn’t unusual due to the time of day you worked out, person leaving one by one until there was no one left besides yourself and Minho lurking about somewhere in the building. 

At the end of your workout you needed to stretch so you picked up one of the many red yoga mats that were hanged up on a hook on the white walls of the gym, placing it in front of the wall of mirrors in another area of the gym, designated for stretching and other such exercises. You had taken off your headphones a while back and therefore you turned around as you heard a sound. Footsteps nearing you.

Suddenly he appeared. He had changed to a black tanktop, exposing his rather sturdy muscular arms, the light green veins running up against his slightly tan skin. His calfs were making their strong presence known by Minho wearing a pair of basketball shorts. Overall his figure was well-balanced and definitely you didn’t mind eyeing for eternity.

“World to y/n?” Minho chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You shook your head, your gaze divirting up to his honeysweet eyes as you were sitting down on the mat. 

“Oh hi!” you said shortly with a bubbly tone. “Are you done with your work?” you asked to which he nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you. 

“Wanna stretch together?” he asked with an inquisitive tone to which you agreed, him heaving himself up to get another yoga mat and placing it next to yours, facing the mirror together. You followed whatever poses he was doing, first stretching out his arms by locking his hands behind his back and pushing his chest forward, moving on to tilting the neck from side to side. You hummed and sighed as you learned a couple of new stretches you could use after your next workout session, your back muscles and shoulders relaxing with each position. 

Things started to get more technical when it was time to stretch out the hamstrings and quadriceps, standing with one leg bent at an 90 degree angle with the other leg extended as long back as possible, toes on the vinyl grey floor. 

“Do you feel the stretch on the back of your thigh?” he asked to which you nodded, wobbling in your unstable position causing Minho to shuffle over to you, putting his hand on the back of your thigh, the one on the extended leg. Your eyes widened at how close his hand was to your ass, he was practically groping your butt when he felt how your muscles contracted with the stretch. Without you noticing a smirk crept on your face, this was exactly what you wanted. 

“Perfect, you are a gold star student, y/n” he said with a smile, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You felt your ears heating up, not from weariness but from sheer timidity. 

“Try standing up and then see how far you can bend down, it will really stretch out those hamstrings” Minho said, nibbling on his bottom lip. The only sound that was heard was your breathing and the soft power music playlist that played in a loop over and over again from the gym speakers. You stood up, firmly planting your feet on the ground before rounding your back and failing to reach your toes with your fingertips, them being mere inches apart. With a loud groan you tried reaching down to the ground but your efforts being fruitless. Minho stood directly behind you, placing his hands on your lower back in order to push you further down.

“Don’t hold your breath, exhale and then try to reach further down. Don’t be surprised when you get bent over”

You supressed as laughter by pressing your lips together, the sudden innuendo making the situation way more awkward then it already was. With a deep inhale through the nose you later exhaled through your mouth, Minho’s warm hands placed on your semi-revealed back, pushing you gently downwards. Everything was going great, the very tip of your middle fingers could touch your black sneakers but something didn’t feel right. Something poked you through the thin fabric of your leggings. You shook the thought away, thinking it was Minho’s knee that was peacefully resting on your upper thigh but when you looked back, through your upside down vision, both his feet were on the ground. 

“Good job” he said, pressing closer to you, there being no space between his crotch and your ass. You gulped harshly, trying to focus on a specific spot on the floor but failing as your thoughts were on anything else but the burning in your thighs. Using every ounce of self control you had, you tried your hardest to not rub back against him, you wanted to feel him so desperatly, he was making the fabric of your panties stick to your wet cunt in pure arousal. 

“You can come up now” he said with a half-smile, blinking his eyes softly and meeting your flustered expression in the reflection of the mirror before you turned around to face him. “How did that feel?”

“Fine, it burns but that’s the point, right?” you joked, trying desperatly to switch the topic to something that could take your mind off what had just happened. Minho snickered mischievously. He knew very well what he was doing to you and you loved every second of it. 

“Try lying down” he said with a cocky tone, earning a little “e-eh?” from you in surprise, not expecting him to be this direct. 

“Something wrong y/n?” the brown haired boy asked with a gleam in his eyes, a light pink flushing over his high nose bridge. You shook your head quickly, lying down on your back, the crown of your head facing the mirror. You could practically hear your heart thumping inside your chest, looking at Minho sitting on his knees by your side and carefully grabbing your right leg.

“Alright, I’m just gently gonna lift your leg towards your chest, make sure to keep the other leg stretched out and extended and exhale as your knee is against your chest, got it? You can relax if you want.”

With a small nod you let your muscles lie weak against the mat, closing your eyes and your eyelashes fluttering over your them. You felt his hands wrap around your calf, slowly bringing your knees towards your face, bending it completely. You felt the stretch deep inside your hips not to mention the back of your thigh that was now burning your intense then ever. 

But then you felt it again.

The weird poking against the back of your thigh. 

Minho leaned against your bent knee, him switching his position to have your legs in front of his kneeling body, putting his entire upper body close to yours, his face hovering above yours. You could feel his hot breath against your soft cheek, his presence so clear that one could feel it from miles away. Being honest, you were afraid to open your eyes. What if he was closer then you thought? You wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, kissing him on the spot. No, you simply couldn’t. By this time you were convinced that it was his bulge pressing up against you, his boner growing harder for every second you maintained in this position, his clothed cock being in close proximity to your cunt that was soaking your panties. Your palms got clammy, trying to wipe them off on the mat but accidentally opening your eyes. 

Your innocent gaze met his that was dark, filled with nothing but lust. You didn’t know it was possible for your pulse to be so high but Minho proved otherwise, the sight of his face being close to yours made you swoon. His lips were a mellow peach color, his cupids bow arching just enough to kick an urge inside of you. The urge to kiss him. 

Wrapping your fingers around his sharp jaw you pulled him closer, the surface of your slightly chapped lips meeting his in a heated kiss. Your noses bumped into each other as Minho deepend the kiss, running his tongue along your teeth, practically forcing his way into your mouth and meeting your wet hot tongue. With your lips pursed you ran your hand along his neck, earning a moan from the boy that was pushing his bulge against your crotch, rubbing against you in a desperate search for his release. His hands cupped your face, making his hands seem bigger than they were. A slight tilt of the head allowed him to reach deeper, the arousing sounds of lips smacking making him harder than he already was as the kiss set a pace. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to the valleys of your chest. Suddenly he pulled away, you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Are you comfortable with,,, i don’t know, maybe having sex”

You blinked, your gaze diverting from his lips to his eyes as you nodded, adding a small “yes” at the end of your nod. 

“Why do you look so confused?” he said with a chuckle to which you smiled, only then realizing your puzzled expression. 

“Don’t know” you said, “maybe I just wanted you to get on with it”.

“Oh so you want me?” he heightened his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a grin. You could only nod, being frozen by nervousness. “Why didn’t you say so earlier babygirl?”

That one petname was enough to make you shudder beneath him, you snaking your hands around his backand pressing him even closer, his lips lingering centimeters away from yours.

“Not surprising since you always walk around in those tight leggings, showing off your body to everyone” he said and there was truth in his words, you did it to get his attention. And you got what you wanted.

“M-minho can I please suck you off?” you asked in a tiny voice, asking such a question in such an innocent voice. He scoffed as he backed away from you, standing up and pushing his back against the mirror in the well-lit gym, the windows blurred by a frosty film from the inside but that didn’t stop anyone from walking in at anny moment, the gym was still open for all that mattered. 

He pulled off his shorts and dark colored boxers in one swift motion, letting them pool around his ankles as you approached him on your knees, knealing in front of him and looking up at his eyes that were hooded as they looked back at you. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from it’s clothed prison, lips parting at anticipation of what was to come. Minho gave his long veiny dick a couple of strokes before rubbing the tip against your swollen plush lips, you poking out your tongue causing him to hiss as he ran his dick along your saliva-covered tongue. You smiled at the feeling of his crimson tip being in contact with you, wrapping your hands around the base of his dick and sinking lower onto him with your mouth, jerking off the part you weren’t able to fit in your mouth due to the vast size of his dick. Spit dribbled down your chin and mixed with the sweat that had dried off on your chest, clear strings seeping between your tits that were barely covered by the sportsbra. Minho grabbed your ponytail, twisting it once around his wrist and pulling you deeper down, your nose almost pressing up against the fabric of his tank top that covered his toned abdomen. You choked slightly, breath shaking as you exhaled, sucking in your cheeks with your inhale and pursing your lips every time you bobbed up to his leaking tip again. Minho loved this. Not only having you sucking off but having you sucking him off in a place where any individual could walk in at any given moment, seeing you on your knees in front of him with your lips wrapped around him. Really goes to show how much of a attention whore you are. 

“Up” he commanded to which you whined, not stopping your movements, instead swirling your tongue around the tip just enough to make his legs wobble in defeat. “y/n, I said up.”

You pulled away, a string of saliva seperating your lips and his cock that was leaking with milky white precum. You didn’t want him to cum before he fucked you, that being the only reason you pulled away. You gave the underside of his cock a finally lick, from the balls to the tip before standing up, Minho’s hand letting go of your smooth hair. The boy grabs your wrist before you could even walk a step, gently pushing you against the mirror, your cheek pressed up against it and fogging as your breath spreads on it. With his hands he pulled down your tight leggings which wasn’t a challenge for his muscular arms, exposing your ass, your panties simply being a pair you threw on today but it still made the young boy horny. His cold sneer made your face turn serious.

“I can read your your mind even from behind, you want to be fucked against this mirror so you can see how good I’m fucking you, isn’t that right y/n?” 

You could only nod in agreement. You wanted him to pin you up against the chilly surface only to fuck you so hard your eyes rolled back into your skull. He ran his hands along almost exposed back, your leggnings around your ankles, hindering you from spreading your legs any further than they already were, the feeling of air hitting your bare swollen cunt making you shudder. Minho grabbed his cock, aligning it with the entrace of your sopping pussy, gently pushing himself into you earning a mewl that came from your parted lips, echoing against the glass. His hands wrapped around your hips, asking if you were fine to which you nodded before you felt him slowly thrusting into you, your eyelids closing in delight but making him furrow his eyebrows.

“Open your eyes baby, don’t you wanna see how pretty you look getting fucked?”

The words shot through you like a thousand arrows, your slick covering Minho’s twitching member, veins pulsating between your slippery walls. Your hands fled towards the mirror, leaving handprints all over your reflection as your body jerked forward with every thrust, Minho’s hands pushing you further and further down his cock. Small moans escaped you, mixing with Minho’s grunts that could easily be mistaken for someone working out. What gave away the smutty scene was the sound of skin slapping against one another, overpowering the melodic tune of the music. His hands groped your ass, slapping your buttcheeks a couple of times causing you to spill an almost pornographic moan. A couple of dark brown pieces of hair fell in front of Minho’s eyes, covering his viscious gaze that seemed to get darker the closer he got to his impending orgasm. You desperatly try to grab onto anything but in vain as Minho thrusts into you harder, the squelching sound of your pussy growing louder, juices threathening to dribble down your thigh. 

You were close, you could tell by the way your legs were shaking, your breath hitching every time his cock buried deeper inside of you. Clenching around him you let out a final moan that sounded more like a gasp before your knees clashed together, the light of a thousand fireworks bursting out inside you, your body washing over with a sense of relief as your jaw slacked. Minho continued his relentless pounding, thrusts getting sloppier with each moment that passed until he let out a choked airless groan, pulling away from your juicy cunt and stroking his cock until hot cum spurt onto your sweaty glossy skin, the tip of his dick accidentally tapping against your buttcheeks where the cum now dripped down slowly down the valleys of your ass. The mirror was covered in saliva from you drooling.

The aftermath was rather awkward. You saw Minho push his hair back with a sly hand, pulling up his pants as you stood there, dumbfounded at what had just happened. The rather old-fashioned melody of the gym music was still playing, accompanied by your fast breathing. You heard Minho chuckle from behind.

“Round 2 at my place?” 

[goodlucktai]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

x

They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

[wannagetfunkin]

As a whitty simp thank you for writing for him im starving 🙏 could i request whotty x a reader who likes to bake alot? Maybe a oneshot of the reader teaching him how to bake something simple like a cake or cookies? You don’t have to do both if you dont wanna BEJFNDJSND

hahshs this was adorable tbh! and i did both :) shout-out to @cottoncandycambion for helping me a bit with this one. the oneshot went a bit off track and more so focused on reader and whitty just goofing around. if you want me to change it, please say so!

whitty x s/o who likes to bake ;

honestly, whitty is a pretty good cook himself.

due to having to take care of himself ever since he was created, he actually developed quite the cooking skill.

however, most of the food he made was just basic stuff, and he never really bothered to make food for his own enjoyment.

he just kinda made it so he could,,,, live??

so basically he knows nothing about baking.

so he would likely hover around you as he watched you bake.

mans rarely had genuinely good, enjoyable food in his life, so you better belief he will taste things for you.

but like,, he's honestly so sweet??

he'll always compliment your baking skills, and will definitely buy some ingredients if you are running low on them.

when the food is done,,,,, bro please share it with him <33

this man will honestly be so happy in his own, whitty way.

although he usually feels kinda bad for eating so much of the thing you made, so he always offers to help with the process.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

you set the bowl on the counter, humming a tune as you searched the cabinets for the flour. whitty was mere inches away from you, looking over your shoulder at what you were doing. he had asked you if he could help with your baking shenanigans, and thankfully for him, you agreed!

“whitty, love, where's the flour?”

“left cabinet, completely down.” he huffed, a small yet barely noticeable smile on his face as his fingers rhythmically tapped onto the counter. he liked watching you like this. it was peaceful.

soon enough, you found the flour, and poured it into the bowl, along with a bit of baking soda. however, it wasn't long before you heard heavy coughs emerge from behind you. whitty's rumbling voice coughing out flour, his face completely covered in the substance. you couldn't help but let out a laugh as you look at the struggling man before you.

“awhh.” you cooed at him, his face slightly heating up as he tried to smear the flour away, but to no avail.

“shut'upp-” he defensively whined, quickly reaching behind you to grab a bit of flour. although it was considerably less than what he had on his face, it still was quite annoying to have it all over your face and hair.

he only ruffled your hair, cooing back at you with a taunting smirk. “awhh-”

“you fucking jackass.”

[miekasa]

I finally watched jjk0 yesterday and !!!!!!!

Gojo I- 😳 I'm such a simp for this man and there's really nothing I want to do about it apart from feeding that obsession at this point frfr

YUTA !!!!!!! He deserves the world and nothing less why tf is he so sweet and cool and- IF HE CRIES I CRY WITH HIM HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE SAD EVER TF

Todo's priorities >>>>>>>>> He fr is a great character and for some reason I don't see that enough so here's a reminder for everyone, myself included 😤

I mean I can't really leave Toge out can I now 😌 He was so cool in that movie and THAT HIGH FIVE WITH YUTA WAS SO PRECIOUS TOO I WANNA SEE MORE OF THEIR FRIENDSHIP YOUR HONOR 💥👊🏼😡💢

AUs ideas are coming on their own, esp besties Geto and Gojo in university and meeting reader and them teasing each other about their crush and and and- sigh yeah I'll have to add Geto's ass to my character list now 😩

But fr tho why is Gojo so cool and hot I am MAD about it (jk no I'm not plz Gojo marry me on the spot plz I can cook and bake and clean and laugh at your jokes 😫)

1. He’s so….. he’s so. I love him terribly, I’m afraid. He’s annoying, he’s caring, he’s loud, he’s strong, he’s completely insufferable I wanna suffocate him affectionately <333 also the way he keeps collecting special/cursed kids is so fucking funny, Gojo sees a teenager with potential and he’s like oh I’m gonna have to intervene <33 boy dad wanna be cool dad vibes <3

2. Yuuta… he’s my boyfriend now simple <33 his voice was not what I was expecting—but not in a bad way. He’s very pathetic in a precious kind h*t way, I’m into it. Wanna ruffle his hair and stress him out in a good way <33 Im extremely obsessed with him, the way he was just like “Yeah, Maki let’s kill the Zenin clan, or whatever!” Love me a dude who’s ready to cosign murder for his loved ones.

3. Todo is so fantastic to me. He’s so blunt, I love it, and it’s not just mean, it’s earnest. Also, he’s hilarious, so he can do whatever he wants. He seems like he cried watching Moana. 12/10 dude

4. The way I was vibrating in my seat when Toge and Yuuta went on their mission… there was no reason they had to animate Toge like that… he didn’t have to stick his tongue out before he spoke, he didn’t have to do like four backflips in a row, it was personal. Also I haven’t stopped thinking about him just popping his finger back into place… he’s insane… I’m in love. He and Yuuta are very <333 to me. Everytime Yuuta’s internal monologue was like “Oh Toge is so cool,” I was like yeah you’re right <33

5. There are lots of things I don’t Get about Geto, and I don’t really see the hype about him, but I found it entertaining that he was so… lighthearted? Idk if that’s the right word, but I was like yeah I see why he and Gojo would have gotten along. He’s still the bad guy in all my daydreams and aus, and I will not change that </2 sorry to him and Toji who I don’t even know, but it’s my birthright to drag their names through the mud somebody has to be that girl

[rendevousz]

not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

-

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

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"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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[clingymickey]

Back at ya with another franny and her favorite uncles fic. Inspired by this prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich. I honestly don't know where I was going with this but hope ya like it <33.

Soulmates...to me

"Uncle Ian, look at what I found."

They are babysitting Franny, again, not that it's a bad thing, in fact, Ian's not even complaining, he loves Franny, spending time with her, and he especially loves his niece and his husband bonding together. Franny definitely has a liking towards him, but not as much as she has for Ian though. Obviously.

"What'd you find, Fran?" he asks from the couch, where he's sitting with his husband – talking about their pick up's and renovating the ambulance.

"I found this magazine from mommy's old stuff," she says with a giant smile on her face. "And guess what it has a soulmate quiz." She shrieks excitedly, frantically waving the magazine – that looked like it had been through hell with torn pages, stains, and whatnot – in front of Ian's face.

"Mommy said your soulmate is the person you're meant to be with, you'll love them with all your heart, and they'll love you with all their heart too." She explained with her unfeigned innocence. "You and Uncle Mickey should take it – to see if your both soulmates"

Immediately, Mickey's head turns towards Ian, who he finds is already looking at him.

"What do you think?" the look says, "Wanna give it a go?"

"Why not" Mickey silently replies back with a shrug.

"Alright, lil red, we'll give it a go." Mickey now says loudly.

Franny hands the magazine to Ian, to read it out aloud since she can't read the big words yet.

"Okay" Ian drags out, "Let's do this shall we"

"First question, do you guys support each other's dreams?" Ian reads out, "I think so…yeah. What about you, mick."

"Oh yes for sure, remember that one dream you had about me being tied-"

"Mickey!" Ian loudly interrupts. "Not in front of Franny." Ian whispers through gritted teeth.

"Not what in front of me Uncle Ian? Did u have a dream about Uncle Mickey in a tie?" she says, as awkward as those questions are, the way she asks seems so endearing, Ian can't seem to lie to her. Somehow.

"Uhh…Y-yes I had a dream of Uncle Mickey in a tie." He stammers. Well, he's not wrong exactly.

"Anyways yes. I am definitely supportive of his dreams" Mickey continues, winking at Ian – who's currently giving him an unimpressed look.

"Okay read out the next question Uncle Ian" Franny says with excitement, jumping up and down on the armchair in front of them.

Ian gives Mickey a side-eye before he continues.

"What three things do you like about each other – actually why don't you go first, Mickey."

"Alright, well I can't say 2 out of 3 of the things I want to say because of you-know-who," Mickey says with a smirk on his face, his eyes wandering down from Ian's face towards his lap. Ian catches on immediately and rolls his eyes.

"So, I guess it's his looks, personality, and umm…our 'exercises' together." winking again at Ian.

Exercises? Ian thinks, whenever Ian calls him for a morning run or yoga, he always whines about how much he hates it. He thinks again on what he could possibly mean by exercises together – Ohhh. Those ones. The ones that they'll both (hopefully) never get tired of. While Ian was expecting and maybe wanted an answer of something sweeter, he guesses he can live with this, instead.

"Your turn Ian." Mickey says.

"Uh okay, I love our 'exercises' too mick, I love how you take care of me when I'm low and I love your looks as well", giving a beaming smile towards Mickey.

Okay now Mickey sort of thinks he should have given something better than what he said, but it's alright though, Ian already knows.

While Ian and Mickey are over there giving each other sly glances, Franny's sitting there with a confused look, wondering why her uncles' love would to exercise so much, were the fitness freaks? With them still staring at each other, Franny decides to break it apart before things get not child-friendly.

"Uncle Ian, read the other questions" she pleads with a cough, trying to divert their attention towards the long-forgotten magazine.

"Ah yes," Ian mumbles. "What's a secret you haven't told the other person yet?"

Immediately Mickey leans towards Ian and whispers something incoherent, for Franny to hear, to Ian's ear, resulting in Ian's eyes going wide and his cheeks and ears slowly turning the same shade as his hair.

Ian stands up quickly.

"Uhh…F-Franny, can we do this later, please? I just remembered Uncle Mickey and I need to go…exercise, like right now." Ian says abruptly, holding Mickey's hand in his, walking towards the stairs.

"No!" she yells out. "Please Uncle Ian, you guys told me you'd do it, you can exercise later if you want, please" she whines, tugging on both of their t-shirts.

Both Ian and Mickey look towards her bright eyes and the cute little pout that she's wearing.

"I guess our exercise can wait, right Ian?"

"Yeah, it can wait.", looking down at Franny, giving her a smile and ruffling her hair.

"Yay!"

They all go back to sit down at the couch, resuming the unfinished quiz. Quickly, Franny remembers something to tell her uncles.

"Oh yeah and one more thing Uncle Mickey, can you please do this seriously 'cause I really wanna see if you are really soulmates."

"Yeah, Mick, I'm with Franny on this one"

"Fine, sure thing kid" Mickey says, then looks towards Ian "Not even a little bit of teasing, though", with a pout on his face.

"Nope" Ian says with a pop, "not even a little"

They answer all the questions again, this time doing it properly. Finally, they reach the near end of the quiz.

"Did you say I love you to each other yet? If so, who said it first?" Ian says as he reads the last question.

"Oooh, I wanna know this one" Franny says cheerfully.

"Well yes, we already did say I love you to each other, and uh I'm actually not sure who said it first, to be honest." Ian says, then looking at Mickey – who's slowly turning red.

"What, you have something to say, Mick?" Ian prompts.

"I uhh… I actually said it first, don't know if you know but uh it was when you were…sick. I was calling you, trying to see where you were, but you didn't pick up, so it went to voicemail, and that's when I said I love, for the first time and you didn't hear it." Mickey said, looking at the interesting pattern on the pillow instead of Ian's face.

Franny was watching the whole thing, she saw Mickey's flush, that was spreading across his face to his ears, and Ian's eyes going wide, mouth opening then closing, trying to form a sentence.

"You" a pause. "You said you loved me then, how'd you know?"

With that Mickey finally turns his head to Ian, however his eyes not meeting Ian's.

"I don't know, I just knew I loved you, man" Mickey lets out with a sigh.

Ian instantly hugs him. "I love you, mickey" he whispers so faintly that only mickey hears it.

Franny might not understand the context behind it, but she understands the feeling, the warmth, the love, it's the same feeling she gets when her mom kisses her before going to bed, the same feeling she feels when sandy hugs her.

She also doesn't want to be left out, so she goes and hugs her uncles as well, earning a chuckle from both of them.

After all the sappiness – as mickey called it, they check the results of the sweet but awfully long quiz.

"That's bullshit" Mickey yells in frustration. "Not soulmates. Not soulmates, they better be fuckin' messing with us. Are you sure you did it right, Ian?" he says, pacing up and down the living room.

"Mickey, language" Ian retorts "And calm down it's a stupid, girly, pre-teen quiz, it doesn't even mean anything."

"Yeah, but how could they say that, what the f- hell do they know?"

Mickey then feels a tug at his t-shirt, then sees Franny looking at him with glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry Uncle Mickey, I didn't know it would end like this" Franny says with tears running down the side of her cheeks and words coming out rushed.'

"Hey, no, no, it wasn't your fault Franny, it was the stupid dumb magazine" Mickey says, trying to reassure her.

"Really? But I made you guys take the test."

"It doesn't matter what the test says, Fran, all that matters is that we love each other. And it definitely isn't your fault okay?" Ian says kneeling down, wrapping a hand around her back, comforting her.

"Okay" she says quietly.

"C'mon, let's go get some ice cream."

"Okay" her frown quickly turning into a bright smile.

As they head inside the house, with ice cream in their hands, Franny melts her uncles' heart by just saying one sentence.

"You're soulmates to me, Uncle Mickey" she says in between licking the sprinkles off her ice cream, then hugs them both and runs off to her room, leaving the two men shock.

"We're soulmates, Ian" Mickey croaks out, after minutes of just standing there, the ice cream dripping down on his hands.

"Huh, we are." He says with a laugh.

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Ongoing pa ba ask game mo? Can i have fluff + 46 + kenma please?? Thank you UwU *headpats* 😘

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you and kenma are trying your best to make the relationship work, it really doesn't help that the two of you thrive on physical touch of each other. you groan out of frustration ruffling your hair in the process, close to pulling them out due to this pointless argument.

"kenma! i said no-" you halt your rant seeing him hold up his index finger, the last bit of your patience respecting on letting him have his say, "did you see kuro's ass with that new three-piece suit of his the other day?"

his random query successfully lifts the mood up, the once thick atmosphere immediately dissipates. you let out a deep breath, leaning on your elbows with your head down, “i don’t know if i want to yell at you or kiss you.”

kenma smirks, staring straight at his web camera, "oh you wanna kiss me that bad huh? you like it when i compliment other people?" he continues steering to a different topic which he thinks is working so far.

"yes!" you shout in frustration not being able to fully digest his sentence. he snickers at your reply, hiding his mouth behind his hand, "oh that's a whole other side of you babe. didn't know you had it in you," he continues tormenting you.

you squint your eyes at the camera of your laptop, "what?" kenma shrugs, "doesn't require much effort but if that's what makes you happy, we can work on it-" you hold your hand to signal him to stop, "what are you talking about?"

he blinks a few times before holding up a hand, "you said you liked it when i complimented kuro earlier..?"

"what?!" you exasperatedly exclaim.

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