#idk what to do for dinner tomorrow but it's only one day i can grab fast food if i can't decide

[alexythimya]

I've been on a cooking spree i think I'm going 2 mash my sweet potatoes when they're done and then freeze some and then do my bag salad + cucumbers + carrots and pack some lunch/dinner for tomorrow and Tuesday and then. I'm free

[marleyybluu]

Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: swearing, readers (now ex/husband) is still a piece of shit, Oscar gets a little protective, another half ass ending cus I ran out of words, lmk if i miss any. another untitled one cus i suck.

A/N: this is not necessarily part 2, I guess it could be read as a stand alone… idk lol. But this is a part of the 'Another Man’s Treasure' universe.

(I think I've used this picture before but oh well. not mines though)

You let out a heavy, exasperated sigh after turning your car off. Another long shift at the hospital had kicked your ass, you had no energy, just ready to take off your scrubs and dip yourself in a hot bath. Thank goodness your kids would be with their father this weekend, you just needed a break. You decided not to sit and rot in the car as usual, you grabbed all your things and carried them to the door. You unlocked your door and turned the knob pushing your way inside and immediately noticed something wrong.

You look over at the shoe rack and notice your kids' shoes still sitting in their spots, you close the door and your eyes dart in confusion. "Naomi... Malakai... Nathan." You cautiously called out, the sound of their feet thumping against the carpeted floors upstairs, you dropped your belongings and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, Mommy." Your youngest greeted. "Hi, guys, what-what's going on? You're going to Dad's this weekend. Who's watching you? Grandma?"

Naomi shook her head. "Oscar, we called him to pick us up."

"Yeah, dad didn't show up." Nathan chimed in. Your blood boiled, your nostrils flared in hot anger. This was his second time missing pick-up, you could excuse him for being late and that was you being generous but completely disregarding your agreement was not only disrespectful of you but of your children. Your children who are always so excited to see him and tell him about their week at school, your children who write a list of things they can do with him in the short span of 72 hours. Your eyes softened at them. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would've dropped everything for you guys."

They shrugged. "We didn't want you to get mad."

"Mad?? You guys this is not your fault, are you kidding? Look, just... head back upstairs, I will call your father. Okay?"

The three of them nodded and jogged back to their respective rooms. You took your hair down from its ponytail and scratched your scalp, freeing it from its current state of stress, you groaned walking into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink and spilling onto the counter. You were not getting to those tonight, way too tired. You heard the whistling of a familiar tune coming up the stairs of the basement, Oscar flicked off the light and stopped whistling when he noticed you, he presented an uneasy smile on his face. A bit scared that you'd be mad he didn't call you when the kids' dad didn't show up. But you tilted your head and smiled earnestly at him.

"Hi, baby." Sleep was very apparent in your voice. "Hola, mi amor." He stretched out his arms and you fell into them, your head resting on his strong chest, his heartbeat against your ear you close your eyes as the hypnotic rhythm brings you a bit of peace. He kissed the top of your head. "How was your day?" You asked. He chuckled. "Good, I missed you though. Made you some food, did the laundry, and I'll do the dishes soon."

"No, it's okay, I'll do them tomorrow morning." You foolishly protested, still not used to having someone else actually do some chores. He sucked his teeth. "No, you won't because they'll be clean by tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. "It's just dishes baby."

You pull your head back to look up at him. "You know what I mean. Thanks for... taking them. Ugh, in my next life, I'll know not to choose an idiot to be the father of my children." Oscar let go of you so you could fish for your dinner, you popped open the microwave to see a plate prepped and ready for you, all you had to do was heat it up. While the buzz of the microwave continued in the background you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, you dialled your ex-husband's number, your nails tapping impatiently on the counter waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, you know what to do." Beep.

You hung up and called again, if he wanted you to act out, oh you'd act out.

On the fourth call attempt, you finally heard noise on the end. "Hello?" He sounded groggy like he'd just woken up. Oh, poor thing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

You scoffed beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen you peaked past the arched entrance to see if you had any little listening ears before you let the words fly out of your mouth like a sailor, when it came to him your words were unlady-like. "What the fuck am I talking about? You know, I threw you a pity party by agreeing to shared custody when God knows I could have full, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain you fucking asshole."

You could hear the amusement in his voice like getting you riled up got him off. "I can't do it this weekend, I told you."

You gritted your teeth remembering his excuse and you telling him that you didn't care. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? Poor you, you can't go out with the boys if you have responsibilities. Meanwhile, I take my children everywhere I go."

"Unless your little boy toy watches them."

"And yet, he's still doing a better job than you." You bit. "Look," You took a deep breath. "Us separating was hard enough on them, don't make this harder by not fulfilling the one thing you're required to do."

He could be heard soughing dramatically, and if you knew him well enough he was rubbing his eyes with frustration crawling under his skin. "Fine, I'll come get them tomorrow."

"Good." You hung up and tossed your phone on the counter with attitude. Your fingers found their usual spot on your temples, you rubbed them with stress written all over your body. This divorce was supposed to make everything easier, no contact with each other unless it involved your kids and yet he was still getting under your skin. A reassuring hand rested on your back. "Go sit, I'll bring the food."

"No, it's-"

"If you tell me no one more time we're gonna have a problem." A playful warning but a warning nonetheless. You put your hands up in surrender and follow his instructions going to the dining room to sit and wait for him. It didn't take long for him to pop up with your food. You looked up at him with puppy eyes and pursed your lips, he leaned down planting a kiss. "I'm gonna get your pyjamas out and get your stuff ready for bed."

You cooed, "You have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled pridefully. "I love you too, ma."

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6 PM.

You checked your phone just to make sure, and yeah, it was 6 p.m. The bright and burning sun was disappearing behind the horizon, the orange and pink hue replaced the blue sky, it was getting darker by the minute and he was still a no-show. Your phone was pressed against your ear as you took a peak at your kids as they sprawled out on the couch watching a movie with Oscar, you smiled softly. "You really don't mind? I'm not trynna get rid of them or anything but their bags have been packed since last night and I just feel so bad." You explained to your mom on the phone.

Oscar turned his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on your conversation. Naomi snuggled herself closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, he'd ask you what happened later.

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll let them know."

You left your phone on the counter and joined your family in the living room with a presentable smile on your face. "Who wants to go see grandma?" They all turned their heads, smiles stretching from ear to ear. "She'll be here soon, you can finish the movie don't worry." They nodded and turned back to the screen, their little bodies wiggling with excitement and anticipation, they loved your mom, she let them get away with anything.

Oscar was still looking at you, you blushed sending him an air kiss and he winked in return. He was first on the to-do list once your gremlins were gone.

Half an hour passed and there was a knock at the door, Malakai was the first to run to the door to let your mom inside. They greeted her before running upstairs to get their belongings. "Thanks again Mom."

"No problem and you two are okay with me dropping them off at school on Monday?"

You nodded. The three musketeers came back downstairs dropping their bags on the floor to hug, kiss and say goodbye to the both of you. Naomi takes a longer time with Oscar's hug. "Can you carry me to the car?" You heard her whisper, he agreed and grabbed her bag taking her outside. And as you stood in the door frame watching him help her inside, all the anger you had from last night and today had seemed to thaw out. You counted yourself as lucky to have found a man who took care of your children as if they were his own, double the luck that they loved him just as much. , sometimes you'd have to pry Naomi off of him when he had to go to work.

Your mom honked her horn and you waved them off blowing kisses until they were out of your view. Oscar walked up the steps, hunched over and looking at you through his brows, you knew what was coming. "Diaz." You warned. He scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder, you squealed and giggled as he carried you into the house. He kicked the door close with his foot, "I'm bout to fuck you up." Such a pleasant threat, especially with the addition of him spanking you. You laughed breathlessly as he tossed you onto the couch, finding himself between your legs.

You cupped his face pulling him in, your lips melting together in a needy chase, his hands wandering your body, making their way inside your shirt. His fingertips tickling your bare skin getting closer... and closer to-

Knock! Knock!

For fuck sake.

"Ignore it." He groaned. You sucked your teeth. "They probably forgot something."

He sighed kissing you once more before you got up leaving him with his blue balls, you opened the door and the smile on your face vanished. "You're kidding. You are fucking kidding me."

"Oh, not happy to see me?" Your ex-husband smugged tilting his head. You were in disbelief, at the audacity of this man to stand on your doorstep with that stupid grin on his face as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not actually. Why are you here?" You asked crossing your arms. He chuckled. "To get my kids?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. You looked down at your Apple Watch to make sure the time was correct. And it was. "It is almost 7 PM, what time were you supposed to be here?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"It does fucking matter, Anthony! You said you'd be here at twelve, then you called at twelve saying you'd be here at two. Your children have had their bags packed since last night!" You said raising your voice. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're not here. So you can go." You proceeded to close the door but he had quickly wedged his foot in the frame. You looked up at him. "Anthony." You warned, your nostrils flared. That was Oscar's cue to get up and see what was going on, he opened the door and stood behind you with a scowl on his face. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't wait to move another man into my house huh?"

"And it's never been more peaceful."

He looked past the both of you. "Where are my kids?"

"They're out."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it." You sassed. "They at your mom's? 'Cause I'll just go pick them up from there."

"You will not."

He took a step forward causing you to take one back. "Watch me."

Oscar stepped in the middle of both of you, sizing up Anthony. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Now this was a side you'd yet to see of Oscar. In your many conversations of getting to know each other, he'd felt comfortable enough to inform you of his old life. How he was the leader of an infamous street gang, Los Santos, even showed you pictures. You never wanted to say it out loud, afraid you'd make him feel weird, but seeing him in his cholo attire, the gun tucked in his waist and his shirt lifted up or sometimes off... oh it did something to you. You'd never ask him to delve back into his old ways, but you'd have little fantasies about what he used to be like.

Aggressive.

Rough.

Possessive.

"Nobody's scared of you. Some little bitch from Fiji, you just got here, don't know shit about shit."Anthony challenged, but you knew him well enough. He'd never been in a fight his whole life, you could put a gun next to him he'd piss his pants. Oscar half smiled taking another step forward. Anthony stepped back.

"I may have just got here but at least I know how to pick up my kids on time."

Your heart skipped. My kids.

"Your-"

"I know not to fucking lie to their mother about what time I'm coming to get 'em, I know not to disappoint them because the look on their faces is heartbreaking."

Anthony stuttered backwards, further down the steps and closer to his car. "And I know, that if you go to their grandmother's house and fuck up their weekend, I'll knock your teeth down your throat, pendejo."

You could see your ex-husband swallow any comebacks he had tried to come up with, the slight fear in his eyes as they darted to you as a plea for help but you just crossed your arms and shrugged. You weren't gonna help him. "Get the fuck out my face," Oscar growled. Anthony scurried off so fast you swore you saw smoke under his feet. His tires screeched as he pulled out of your driveway and down the street.

Oscar came back inside, trailing off to the kitchen. You closed the front door and followed him like a lost puppy. He reached into the fridge for one of his Corona’s and popped off the top. You bit your lip. "¿Que pasa?" He asked bringing his drink to his lips. You shrugged. "I think that was a solid first meeting."

He laughed. "Me too."

You leaned over the counter dragging your nail from side to side. "Sooo... was that Oscar or was that Spooky?" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "If I have to go back to Spooky for you, I'll do it."

Your heart fluttered. "Any time?"

"Mhm."

You walked over to him, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the steps and up the stairs. "You think Spooky can show out for one night?"

He pulled his hand from you and smacked your ass.

"Absolutamente, mi amor."

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[dreamydrifts]

hear me out, a one shot of Charles x Reader based on Casual by Chappell Roan.

I personally having been listening to Casual on repeat for the pass couple days and I am in the mood to cry and be upset, idk why but I feel like this song is very charles coded, maybe that’s just me, but yeah that’s my idea!

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note 💌: anon you made me obsessed with this song, ever since you wrote this request, i started listening to it. i literally cried while making this, so i hope this feeds your delulu soul and heart, and yes the song is so charles coded🫶🏻

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romeo, come and save me | charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader | genre: estaished relationship | warning: angst, smut (a bit), minors dni | word count: 1.3k

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Living in Monaco could be considered everyones dream, and it surely was yours. Every weekend, one of the drivers would host a part at their house, or in the biggest clubs in the country. That's where you found yourself talking to several of them and even hooking up.

Tonight you were in Charles Leclercs bed, with the pretext of "no attachments". You were moaning out his name as he was eating you out like there was no tomorrow. Gripping his hair as he continued to lick and suck. You knew he was bad for you, but the moment your lips touched, it's like everything you knew was forgotten.

The weekend after, he was eating you out in the backseat of his car, not even waiting to arrive home with you. You liked it, you couldn't lie, but you hoped that this time it wasn't just to help him leave the stress out before the race. He was like a drug and you were addicted to him. He was angry, you would help. He was happy, you would be there. But if someone asked what the two of you were, his answer would always be "We're just friends"

Sooner than you expected, you found yourself being in a relationship with him, but to say the least it didn't meet your expectations. Charles was distant and when he was there you barely talked. Now you were getting ready to have dinner with his parents. Finishing doing your hair, you walked into the living room to find him.

"Charles, do you really want me to go?" You asked seeing that he didn't even bother to look at you. He got up, kissing you without even looking at you. He kissed you, thinking that it would fix everything.

"I think it's better that we don't go..." You sight, pulling away, looking at him not feeling in the mood to lie to his parents about your relationship.

Charles sighed, he didn’t know what to do, he loved you. He just didn’t want to admit it. He looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. Seeing that you didn’t want to lie he agreed. "It’s best we don’t go." He replied walking back to the sofa, picking up his phone and getting distracted by a text message from a girl.

The moment he looked at his phone, you knew that he was talking to another girl. Your best friend warned you about him, but you didn't listen, hoping that you can change him. You decided to go back to your room, not wanting to be in his presence longer than needed. Since the two of you decided not to go to his parents house, now you had to take your make up off which you have been working on for hours. Not only, he was talking to someone else while he was dating you, but he seemed happier.

He noticed that you were heading to the room, after a little debate with himself, he followed you, hoping you didn't know about the text message. "Where are you going?" He asked stopping you from going in.

"Home." You said looking away not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm going home."

Feeling that this was about to be a discussion, he grabbed your wrist with one hand not letting you go. "No you’re not" He said his voice sounding firm almost angry but his eyes had a sense of hurt and sadness in them.

"Yes i am, i can't do this...anymore." You said sitting down on the couch. "I can't..." You keep looking away, trying to keep yourself from crying. "We act like we are strangers and then pretend to be in love for a minute...it's killing me..." Finally you let a tear escape your eyes.

He listened, his grip got tighter when he heard you wanting to go and when you started crying he pulled you into his arms hugging you tight. "You’re not going anywhere." He said, his tone now a bit kinder but a lot more protective as he brushed your hair from your face.

"Yes i am...we've been fucked up for a long time...this has to stop." You looked at him with a face full of tears, which was getting redder and redder. "All we do is lie..."

Even though he disagreed with you, he knew that it was the truth, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose you. "No." He said shaking his head, still holding you tightly. He didn’t want to lose you at all. Even though you both were lying to each other he still felt as if you were the main purpose in his life. It was a selfish thought but he couldn’t help it.

"Yes..." You said looking at him and then away to wipe your tears. "We aren't even that close anymore..."

Charles stayed silent, he couldn’t handle the truth. All the times he avoided you, all the times he talked to another girl, all the times he lied all came crashing down on him and he wished he had done things differently. "We can fix everything." He said still holding you, not wanting to lose you, not wanting the person he loved to leave him. "I’ll be better I promise.."

"I know about her..." You said reffering to the girl he has been seeing and talking to for the past few weeks.

He froze, he felt a pang of guilt hit his chest. He didn’t expect you to know about her. After a few seconds he spoke not looking at you. "She was just a distraction.. she means nothing, I just wanted to forget things."

"Forgetting about us?...about me?" You looked away, not being prepared to face the truth. "Sure, she does...that's why you smile at her texts...are happy...unlike with me...when you act like i'm a ghost..."

He stayed silent, he didn’t want to answer that. He knew that when you talked about how he acted with the other girl that it was the truth. He knew that he acted different and happy with the other girl, unlike you. His gaze dropped to the floor. He was scared of losing you. "I’m sorry it will stop, I’ll stop" He said, trying to make it seem as if he really meant that, as if you could believe him.

"No, this has to stop..." You said showing to you and him, getting up finally ready to go to the room that the two of you share. One last time you wipe your tears, finally going upstairs.

He looked at you with sadness, he didn’t want you to go, but knew that he really messed things up a long time ago. He should have given his all to you, treated you better and been a better boyfriend. He tried one last time to get you to stay. "Please, stay."He said, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

"Don't do this to me..." You said putting the clothes in the lagguage, wiping away your tears.

He sighed, he knew he didn’t have any other card to play. The moment you grabbed your things he knew that he really lost you, this time no excuses, no lies, no tricks, nothing could make you stay and he should have realized that sooner. "Fine, just tell me one thing." He said looking at you with sad eyes.

"What?" You looked at him with the lagguage in your hand, coming closer to him to hear him better.

He gulped, he hoped he was wrong but he had to ask the question. He didn’t want to but he just had to know. "Do.. do you still love me?" He asked, he didn't expect you to answer it honestly but he couldn't resist to ask the question. He knew that he was putting himself in a vulnerable position by asking such a bold question. He bit his lip out of nervousness.

"I never stopped." You whispered looking at the ground.

© DREAMYDRIFTS — do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[star-girl69]

Oh my Goshh!!! I just really LOVE your writings!! And I'd like to send a request too!!

So, Neytiri and Jake fell in love with a fem!human reader. And they wanted to court her. But, one day...the reader tell them she's going back to Earth again, and she's just recently got engaged and about to get married. The R said she's probably not gonna go back to Pandora. And I'd like to know how would they process it all, and how they would deal with it.

Oh please, please, please... I need a bit of angst 🥹🥹

Three White Butterflies

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

a/n: tysm for the request anon!! i wrote this in like a day so idk how good it is but i hope you all enjoy!!

title from “grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep sea fishing” by lana del rey!!

warnings: angst. tell me if i missed anything!!

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Whenever Jake and Neytiri thought of you, they thought of butterflies.

Neytiri had been obsessed with them ever since you had showed her a picture in a book of yours, a small blue one resting daintily on a bright green leaf. It was from years and years ago, from before the humans killed their world, their mother.

Now, beautiful things like that only live on in memories and pictures.

Neytiri thought they were so similar to atokirina, tiny little things that float on the wind. Jake remembered seeing one of the last ones as a child, a dying remnant of a soon-forgotten world. A colorful little cage full of flowers and leaves to rest on, he thought, while tiny children stuck their faces up against the glass.

You were like an atokirina, a butterfly, the two of them thought. You went where the wind takes you and you drew everyone’s attention as you flew past. Sometimes, Neytiri felt like you couldn’t be compared to anything. You were a category of your own, something they’ve never seen before.

They liked that newness. They liked everything about you. The sound of your footsteps, your touch, your voice, your eyes.

So, when Neytiri looks up from the small dinner fire and her ears twitch, Jake’s soon following, they hear your footsteps. You’ve adapted so well to the forest, to their lessons, you can silently creep through anywhere. But, they know you.

“Jake! Neytiri!” you call out, and Neytiri straightens her top and Jake tries to hide the stupid smile on his face.

“Y/N,” Neytiri sighs, like something had been lifted off of her shoulders. Now, only atokirina and butterflies rest on her shoulders, they carry no weight, only soft love.

—-

Jake nods up at you with a low smile, and you nervously wave, shifting around a basket full of fruit resting on the ground. Neytiri rises to grab your hand, smiling so brightly it’s like she’s the sun or something, leading you to sit next to her.

“What are you doing here today?” Jake asks, picking with the roasted sturmbeest in his hands. “Thought you were coming tomorrow.”

You smile, fiddling with the ring on your finger. It’s only thin metal and a small glass bead, but it’s enough for you, and it’s a piece of Pandora.

Jake and Neytiri have been your dearest friends ever since you came here, ever since Norm introduced you and you were hopeless with all things involving the forest.

Maybe if things were different, you could have been something more, maybe if you hadn’t met the person who put this ring on your finger. You steal a glance downwards, the glass briefly catching the setting sun.

“I won’t be here tomorrow,” you say awkwardly into the waiting silence. You don’t owe them anything, not really, but you still don’t want to disappoint them.

“Oh,” Neytiri muses, reaching forward for a fruit she knows you like. “You are visiting the sea, then? The plains?”

“No, I-” you take a deep breath and release your ring from your grip, just so it can shine in the light. Neytiri is too busy peeling the fruit to notice, but Jake, who’s across from you, who knows human customs, sees it.

You can see the recognition flash across his face, the sadness, the anger, bue fore he pushes it all down and looks up at you expectantly. Like he’s waiting for you to do something you can’t, like he’s waiting for you to deny his suspicions.

“I’m getting married,” you say. Your smile comes out oddly, almost forced, but relief blows through you like a tsunami. “There’s a ship that leaves for Earth tomorrow, and I know that it seems fast, but there’s just a million things I want to do- that I can’t do here.”

Neytiri stills next to you, and Jake’s shoulders deflate, and you hope it’s not what you think it is, because you cannot handle knowing you���re breaking their hearts.

“I- I’m very happy,” you say. Staring into Jake’s eyes, you cannot help but feel like there’s blood on your hands, like you’ve destroyed a life that you didn’t even know was there.

But, there is a life right in front of you, where there’s no atokirina or butterflies. There is only facts, a steady future. You’ll go back to Earth and you’ll live while it dies around you, and then you’ll die too.

This is how it will be, how it was always going to be. You’re a human, and humans are meant to live as fast as they destroy.

Still, you feel like there is blood on your hands and the remnants of a life not lived all around you.

Neytiri is the first to speak, to break the silence. It feels like she’s trying to punch through the ice, but she doesn’t really care about what’s on the other side.

“Oh,” is all she says for a moment, and you have to stare at the stones surrounding the fire. “I see.”

She places the half peeled fruit back with the others, like it was never even meant for you, but the three of you know it was.

“I came to say goodbye,” you whisper. Still, no one speaks, and when you look up, neither Jake or Neytiri can meet your eyes. “I just- I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Neytiri stands up suddenly, heading towards the direction of their tent. You can picture it now, the small indoor fire for when it’s cold, the hammock for the two, everything else that makes it theirs.

Besides, their home isn’t even fit for a human, if there was even some sort of path laid out there. But there’s not, and you’re going back to Earth, so there never will be.

She shoots a quick look over her shoulder.

“You’ve said your goodbyes. Goodbye, Y/N.”

You flinch at the small twig that snaps under her feet as she walks into the tent, the sound of the fabric whipping shut behind her.

You stare at the stones surrounding the fire. It feels like Pandora is the fire, the exciting life, and the stones are what you’re headed to.

“She’s just angry,” Jake says after a moment. You can’t look up at him, because you’re sure that he still has that same look on his face. Like you’re taking a part of his life away from him, an option, and you can’t handle that right now.

Because if you look at him and you see that look, you might change your mind, and you can’t. There is a life waiting for you, that will be happy and stable. And even if you’re not happy at first, you’ll learn to be happy.

“She does hope your happy, Y/N. I do too, she just- she just can’t say it right now.”

When you look up, you look at the bright green forest behind him, at the atokirina that floats past in the distance- almost too far to see. But you see it.

You nod and swallow, something wet falling down your cheek that you manage to hide. Or maybe he does he it, and he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I know. I- uh, I know. Goodbye, Jake,” you say.

And you seal off a part of your life forever.

—-

When Jake and Neytiri think of you, they thought about a life that they could live, about butterflies and atokirina and happiness.

Now, there is only broken hearts and three white butterflies, one going off in different directions.

A part of their life is sealed off forever.

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[pengouiz]

We Won't Work in the End, even so, I Keep Hoping Pt. 1

wedding planner!heeseung x fem!reader

content: 1.5k words, angst, hyunjin is reader's fiancé, reader gets married too quick lol, like one cuss word, hyunjin's mom is a bitch, heeseung is kinda a flirt, thats pretty much it

a/n: omg first rodeo kind of nervous guys🫣 pt.2 will be out some time idk

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Pt. 2

You shut the door as you let out a heavy sigh. You curse yourself for being so irrational. Hyunjin is a great boyfriend. However, you did not expect to be engaged after three months of dating.

You had just gotten home that day after getting a promotion at work. Hyunjin grinned at you as you walked in through the door. He had made you guys dinner that night, and he rarely does that. Everything that day had been going your way.

“Thank you baby, the food tastes amazing.” you say before stuffing your mouth once again. You guys were nearly finished eating, that was until Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Y/n you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met” He says as he gets on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket, “You make me happier than I could ever describe in words and I wanna take this step with you. Will you marry me y/n?”

And that's how you ended up here, dress fitting with hyunjin’s mom.

“Hurry up y/n! there's still more to go through”

You look at yourself in the mirror, brows furrowed as you analyze the way the dress fits your body and fills the spacious fitting room. it's too tight, making it difficult to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many dresses you’ve tried on.

You unlock the fitting room door and make eye contact with hyunjin’s mom. She's always had an opinion on your guy’s relationship, never believing any girl was good enough for her son. You try to be accepting of her judgmental personality, after all, she's gonna be your mother in law.

“It's too tight and I hate how long it is.” you say in an exhausted tone.

“Oh but y/n, it's perfect! Plus, it's only for one day and I'm sure hyunjin will love it.” she challenges

“I appreciate you helping…” you pause, contemplating on whether you should say what you're about to say, “but this is my wedding so why should it matter if you like the dress?”

“Of course it should matter! I’m the only one who knows what's best for him” she says condescendingly.

You scoffed, going back into the fitting room to remove the dress. You put on your hoodie and sweatpants, feeling relieved to be back in comfortable clothing. You check the time, it's almost time to meet with your wedding planner.

“We can finish this tomorrow, I have to meet with the wedding planner” you say, walking past Hyunjin’s mom.

“The least you can do is pick a dress. I knew you weren’t good enough to marry my son.” you decide to ignore her irritating tone and begin walking to your car, being too tired to argue and knowing Hyunjin would take her side, he always did.

—

You arrive at the cafe, scanning the tables in an attempt to find your planner. You spot a guy, typing on his laptop, taking a break to drink his coffee. You walk up to him, hoping you read him right.

“Hi are you a wedding planner by any chance?” your voice quiet as you scramble for your phone, trying to find his name “Lee Heeseung?”

“Yeah I am, im guessing you must be y/n” he answers as he pushes his glasses up

“Yes! Yes, that’s me” You put your hand out to shake his. He grabs your hand and gives it a firm shake. You smile as you wait for him to pull his hand away but he keeps his eyes on you. You clear your throat and he finally lets go.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “We should get started”

—

You and Heeseung talk until it’s dark outside. You discuss the budget and the venue for the wedding, along with getting to know each other. You look around the cafe, realizing the staff is cleaning up and getting ready to close.

“It’s getting pretty late. Could we finish this tomorrow?” you ask as you stand up.

He smiles at you, “Tomorrow works for me.” shutting off his laptop and stuffing it in his bag.

You walk out of the cafe with heeseung and walk towards your car. You see heeseung begin to walk and for a moment you wonder if you should offer him a ride.

“Hey um would you want to ride with me? I mean you know, I could take you home. It's the least I can do since you're planning my wedding?” you ask, unsure of why you're hoping he takes you up on your offer.

“If you really don't mind, I would love to” He smiles at you

He gets into the passenger seat of your car and you start driving. It’s quiet, both of you enjoying the view of the city and the comfort of night. You want to say something, desperate to start a conversation with him. Luckily for you, he speaks up first.

“What made you want to get married?” Curiosity laced his voice as he glanced over to you, watching you come up with an answer.

“I wish I could tell you a happy reason, like I fell in love with him or I believed he was my soulmate.” you say, gripping the wheel tighter, “But no, I said yes because I had just been in a good mood. That's it, that's the reason. And I’m not even sure it's what I want anymore” you sigh, feeling relieved to say that.

You both stay quiet for what feels like forever, the tension of your outburst lingering in the car. Heeseung doesn’t know how to comfort you, especially since you just met 5 hours ago.

“I’m sorry, today’s been chaotic. I didn’t mean to dump that on you” you say, hoping you didn’t scare off your wedding planner.

“No worries. You’d be surprised how many couples I meet that definitely aren't ready for…” He trails off, realizing what he said. “S-sorry I didn’t mean you and hyunjin I’m sure you guys-” 

You cut him off, “No it's okay, you're right. Hyunjin is so caring and he’s great but it’s all too much, too soon. I mean come on, his own mother doesn't like me. He always hears her out, always takes her side, but what about me?” You don't realize how loud you're yelling or how your voice begins to break. You blink back tears, looking everywhere but Heeseung, too embarrassed to look at him.

You park your car in front of his apartment, upset at the fact that you wasted that entire car ride whining about a marriage you agreed to. Heeseung thanks you for the ride but before he closes the car door, he says something that warms your heart.

“Marriage isn't always easy y/n. I’m here to help you, we’ll get through this together. It’ll be okay, even if your soon to be mother-in-law is a bitch.” you find yourself giggling at heeseung’s comment but quickly pull yourself together to say your goodbyes and start driving home.

—

“Where have you been y/n? I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjin says as soon as you shut the door of your home.

“I was meeting with our wedding planner” you say as you pour yourself a glass of water, feeling your fatigue set in. “Really? Cause that's not what my mom said” Hyunjin spits back.

You put, no, you slam your cup down onto the counter. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did she say, Hyunjin? Since your mom seems to know everything.”

You look at him, your eyes piercing through him. “Why are you so tense y/n? What's your problem?” Hyunjin asks, shocked by your hostile behavior. “My problem is this!” you wave your hands in the air, “This Hyunjin, your mother is always creating problems between us and you do absolutely nothing about it.” There’s silence in return. You and Hyunjin just stare at each other, except you’re fighting tears and hyunjin looks completely unbothered?

“I don't know what you want me to do y/n. that's my mom, I can't accuse her of lying” he says monotone. By now you’re sobbing from frustration and Hyunjin’s inability to care, “I am your fiancée Hyunjin, soon to be wife! So why is it you can accuse me of lying? Why are you able to defend her all the time but you can't seem to defend me? Why is it you believe every word that comes out of her mouth?” you storm upstairs, no longer wanting to talk and explain yourself over and over again.

“Wait- y/n! Let's talk please!” He chases you but you slam the door of your shared bedroom in his face and lock it. You hear his pleas and his attempts to get you to open the door but you’ve heard enough today. “If your mom is always right, why don’t you go over to her house huh? Why don’t you go ahead and tell her about this, I’m sure she’ll pamper you like always.” you say as exhaustion consumes your body. Before your eyes close, you hear the front door downstairs slam shut and you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or angry, maybe both.

[hercherryblossomland]

You know what idk what I was thinking fuck food all it does this cause problems

When I'm eating I'm really ocd about like about the time I eat how much I eat and my meal plan and when I'm eating I want to eat at least one meal out of the day with my family I'm trying to "recover" I've eaten 4 days in a row now at least one to 2 meals each day with snacks and without laxing

(it was going ok physical as I was maintaining my weight if you're wondering but mentally not so well)

Anyway this is a huge deal for me considering I maybe eat 2x a week and am constantly laxing (please don't ever lax guys it's horrible) so yeah things weren't going the best mentally and at the beginning of this my mom said she would be there for me be the voice of reson and she would tell me if I really do gain weight or if it's in my head and also I just tell her all my thoughts so she could remind me how crazy they are so I've told her all of them today was real bad I was telling her how my brain was telling me

That if I get better everyone will think this was just for attention

That I'm getting bigger and my face is fatter

That I need to look sick be sick

Ect all the disordered thoughts and then some because I lax for more reasons than to loose weight long story short I have a fear that the food will never leave my body it'll just rot there there's a lot more to that but not what I'm here for

So today went a little off plan things ran later than they were supposed to and I needed to go grocery shopping for my week of eating and the family needed some stuff for there dinner (I have different dinner cuz I'm pescatarian) but I knew by the time we got done with grocery shopping then got home and they cooked they're dinner it would be late for me to eat also I thought maybe mom doesn't want to shop and cook so I made a suggestion that we just stop at the regular store by our house and she grab the bread she needs for dinner and I'll grab sushi or just some veggies to make a quick meal at home welp instead of just saying no it's fine I don't want to do that she got mad and had a fit and was like

we can just drive thew somewhere and I asked

how is that any different from what I suggested she replied

you always do this you change plans and make everything more complicated

I told her I was just trying to make things easier and I didn't want us to eat late but it's fine we can still go because if I don't go by tomorrow I won't have what I need to eat for the week

She said no we are not going at all we're just going home

I told her if we don't stop then I won't even have what I need to eat dinner tonight

She said I don't care you've been pushing for this all day talking about how fat you feel and your disorder you wanted this you wanted to not eat so then we were yelling and this is why I don't fucking deal with food cuz it only causes problems and arguments I'm done I really did want to get better but for her to throw all the feeling I told her back in my face and say I planed this I'm fucking done I binged and purged then took some laxatives (I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding inside cuz blood is coming out of both ends that's part of why I wanted to get better) so yeah this is my life this is what I deserve I guess

[catoslvt]

Ron Weasley x Reader

Y/n potter because idk.

As I sit in the almost empty library, only three first years sit panicking as they flip through book after book, almost crying at the fact they have a potions test tomorrow, and none of them has studied, I look through an old year book from the year my dad came here trying to find photos of him and my mum.

"What are you doing?" A group of familiar voices ask as they all sit around me.

Ron.

Harry.

Hermione.

My best friends.

"Trying to find photos of our mum and dad." I say as I look at Harry, and he softly smiles at me.

I'm told a lot I look like my mum, and I want to see if it's true, like yes, I've seen one photo of my mum and dad but it was years after their high-school years, infact it was the year harry and I were conceived.

As I flip through the book and find nothing, I let out an agitated sigh.

"Nothing?" Hermione asks, and I nod.

"Absolutely nothing." I state as I close the book and walk to the bookshelf where I found it on and put it back.

"Why were you looking anyway?" Ron asks, and I turn and look at him and immediately start smiling.

Ron is just gorgeous.

Honestly, he's pure perfection in my eyes.

I love him, but I'm just his best friend.

"I just want to see photos of them doing some of the stuff we do, like sit in the Great Hall, or be out flying their brooms, you know?" I ask, and he nods, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"I wanted to show Harry." I then add, and Harry places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

It's been a few days now since I was in the library trying to find photos of my mum and dad and I sit in my dorm bored out of my mind as mione goes on a rant about how we all need to start paying attention if we want to get a job in wizardry after hogwarts when she suddenly turns to me, her eyes wide with shock.

"Oh my god, I forgot to tell you!" She screams, and I stare at her in confusion.

"Tell me what?" I ask as she suddenly shoots off her bed and grabs my hand, dragging me towards the gryffindor common room where we meet with Ron and Harry sitting on the couch.

"You're late, mione." Ron jokes as he shakes his head, and I look between them all in still, total utter confusion.

"Why are we all here?" I quiz as mione shoves me on the couch next to Ron, and she takes the seat next to Harry.

I think there's something going on between those two, but I'll ask her later.

"Y/n, here you go." Ron says as he hands a few things to me wrapped up in Christmas wrapping paper.

"It's all we had." Harry mentions, and I laugh.

"What's all this about? What's the special occasion?" I ask as I look between the three of my friends, and they just shrug.

"You'll see when you open them." Ron tells me, and I nod before picking up the first one of the pile and unwrapping it, sitting the paper at my side so I can discard it later.

When I unwrap it, my eyes fall onto the back of a picture frame.

Confused, I turn it around, and my jaw drops.

It's a photo of my mum and dad eating dinner at the Great Hall.

"Oh my god." I mumble as I stare at the photo and admire how pretty both my mum and dad are.

Every single gift was photos of either my mum, my dad, or the both of them together.

"Thank you, thank you all." I cry as the tears swell at my eyes, and Harry and mione shake their heads.

"It was all Ron. He only told us to come so we could see your reaction." Harry tells me, and I turn to Ron as my jaw drops.

I don't know what to do or even what to say, so instead, I just wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much." I whisper before I feel his hands wrap around my waist, and I turn bright red.

"When you were talking about how much you wanted to see photos of them doing the stuff that we do, I knew what I had to do." Ron tells me before he pulls away from the hug and then shoots Harry and mione a look, and they both stand up.

"Uhm, Harry, do you want to come into my dorm and see a book?" Mione says in the most robotic voice ever, and he nods before they both leave in the direction towards my dorm.

"That was weird." I mumble as I laugh before I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Once they're gone, Ron clears his throat.

"So, I hope you liked your 'Christmas gifts'." Ron jokes, and I nod.

"I love them Ron, thank you again. They mean the world to me." I thank you as I reach to grab one of his hands, which I gently squeeze, and he lets out a small nervous laugh.

Okay, he's acting suspicious.

Somethings up.

"I need to tell you something really important." Ron goes onto say, and I nod and stare at him.

"You can tell me anything, you know that." I state, and he slowly nods.

"I really like you, like seriously. Ever since my mum told you and Harry how to get onto the train, you've been the only thing I've ever wanted, I actually think I love you." Ron slowly tells me, the nerves taking over his body.

"Are you an idiot? Merlin Ron, I've been shooting you signals since our first time on that train! I love you." I exclaim as I smile widely.

Ron billus weasley likes me. In fact, he said he loves me!

I am dreaming.

I'm going to wake up, and I'll be in potions.

"You really love me?" Ron gasps, and I shake my head repeatedly before I kiss him, and he kisses back.

Once we pull away, I look at him.

"Do you think something is going on between Harry and mione?" I quiz, and he nods.

"Let's go see." I whisper as I grab his hand and stand up before dragging him to my dorm.

I don't even knock, and instead, I make the door fly open, and I scream when I see Harry and mione kissing.

"I knew it!" Ron and I scream in usion.

[fractallogic]

Today I had an ANNOYING day at work because I felt very stupid and spent WAY too much time on a stupid troubleshooting task, and then (probably) because I was rushing to finish a task for one of the engineers, they were like “uhhhhhhhh are you SURE you actually did the thing” and I’m like GOD WELL IM 33 YEARS OLD WITH A FUCKING PHD you don’t need to talk down to me like that

And then I decide to try the sub at yoga because she was there for the second week in a row and my joints HURT and maybe it’s from not doing yoga enough, but she was very medium and felt very new, so she had potential but only if this studio has a robust practice of other instructors taking classes and giving feedback (which at least for the Monday night, Saturday morning, and Sunday evening classes, it definitely does not)

So then I thought about trying to get hired as a sub at this studio, but I think they want everyone to be RYT certified and I ABSOLUTELY let my certification lapse sometime in LBG because that studio owner didn’t care (reasonable tbh, she was like all I can tell is it’s basically a cash grab for them and RYT-certified vs non-RYT-certified instructors aren’t any different except for who can afford it and who can’t), and idk I don’t know if I really want to go through the work of bringing my certification back up to date when it’s not going to be my ~CaReEr~, you know

And then I came home and I was STARVING and I just wanted to be left alone for several hours to eat my dinner and fucking go back to work, but, you know, scone lives with me now, so that didn’t happen, and that made me remember that I need to get therapy appointments set up, and who tf has time and energy to teach yoga, even as a sub, when I clearly need to have more therapy instead so that I can like, be in a happy relationship with my partner who insists on doing dumb shit like a keto diet and wanting to fight me on topics like “keto cured their cancer” “they don’t know that in this self-published book from what looks like 2004 with WIKIPEDIA REFERENCES jfc, all they can see is a correlation” “…but they SAID…”

And then I had to go to work and that was nice, actually, because I could make some pivot tables and Google sheets formulas and feel smart and say “this is my recommendation” in time for the more senior, customer-facing person to do some kind of reporting to the customer in her morning eastern time tomorrow

And I ate a crappy brownie that came with my lunch (because for $10, it was cheaper to get my JJ’s meal deal with one of everything than say “no dessert please because they have all sucked except for the one cookie you ran from June through July 4th”) and watched TV and went fuck, I need to go to bed AND ALSO FINISH THE FUCKING BOOK CLUB BOOK for the book club I’M leading with MY book suggestion during lunch tomorrow UGH

Today was just so fucking irritating. I don’t like feeling stupid. I don’t like it when men talk down to me. I don’t like being annoyed by scone. I don’t like it when yoga teachers are just meh at their job.

At least I have my business trip plane tickets and hotel booked for Dallas next week, and I am VERY much looking forward to getting ALL of my skin scrubbed off at the K-spa in Dallas (and hopefully a massage too—I should make my way out of the K-spa at 5-5:30, and if I have to stay for the work thing ending at 2, well…) afterward before I get on the plane back home as a treat

I am really hanging onto my grumpiness by my fingernails and it is really, really fighting me to get free and wreak havoc

BUT HEY it’ll be DIFFERENT tomorrow at least (I hope)

[meldelamel]

Page 2

Papyrus returned to where the child was waiting, next to the couch.

"What happened?" Chris said, scared again.

"Nothing, my brother being a goofball..."

"More like a goofsphere. I'm better than a 'goofball' " Sans replied, staggering while carrying a blanket that was bigger than him.

"That one is too big, Sans!!" Papyrus said, immediately running towards him, grabbing the blanket "Now that is better! You shouldn't be carrying a blanket that big by yourself"

"Idk, this was the first blanket I saw, and I didn't know it was big"

His brother took the kid to the couch and covered them with the blanket.

"Here you go! Now stay here until you stop trembling, okay?" Papyrus said, with a gentle smile, and soothing voice.

Sans thought that his brother seemed very happy to be with that human, and also seemed quite dedicated to taking care of them. He felt sad, as he feared that the child would hurt Papyrus. But Papyrus had the right to decide for himself, and Sans respected that, so he could only hope.

"Do you want something to eat, kid?" he asked, looking at Chris.

"Maybe something to drink? Like hot chocolate?"

"Alright!" Papyrus said, and he walked to the kitchen.

After drinking and staying warm for a while, Chris felt so much better. Even if monsters were still kind of scary for him, they felt safe in there. They knew that they were going to be safer in that place than... back home.

Papyrus sat next to them, with a smile in his face.

"You look radiant now! I am a great mom!!" he said, making Chris laugh.

"Yeah, this is better than I expected..."

"Do you wanna leave now?" Sans suggested.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"That was very rude, Sans"

"I was just asking"

"What he means is that you can go to see the queen" Papyrus replied, looking at the kid "And we can try to find a way to make you return home"

Chris felt a chill running down their spine. Their parents were going to be furious if they returned home with no explanation, because they couldn't explain it to them. If they wanted to keep the monsters safe, it was better not to explain it to them; revenge does lots of harm.

"I don't know, I need more time to think about it... I need some rest"

. . .

After dinner, Papyrus offered his bed to Chris, so they could "sleep comfortable". He told them he didn't use it much anyway.

"Now Sans can read us both a bedtime story!" he told them, very happy, going upstairs "Maybe he can read us my favourite story! You're going to love the ending"

The kid didn't answer.

They entered the room, and Papyrus pulled down the covers on his bed.

"Look at it!! It is a car!! Isn't it the coolest thing you have ever seen???" he exclaimed.

"Where did you get it?" Chris said, a little bit surprised.

"Oh, well... I find lots of human objects in the dumpster"

"In the dumpster?" "Yes! Humans like to throw away too many things. So we kept them, of course. Now, look at my action figures!! You can play with them. Maybe... And, oh, do you know the Undernet???"

"Hey, don't take too long. I have to sleep" Sans yawned, with his body against the door frame.

"You sleep all day, you lazybones!!!" Papyrus yelled "Chris needs to know their new environment before sleeping"

"You can show 'em tomorrow"

"I said 'before sleeping' !!!"

While his brother was showing Chris his room, Sans grabbed the book Papyrus wanted him to read. It was always the same book, at the end of the day. Even if he asked for a new book, he always wanted him to read him that book. Maybe it was the routine, or maybe that was his comfort book, Sans didn't know. Because everytime he asked "why", Papyrus always replied with a "why not". Nevertheless, Sans didn't care. As long as his brother was happy, he didn't care.

When both of them were in bed, Sans sat in a chair to read.

"Ok, so, uh..." Sans started, opening the book "Once upon a time... I mean, the book is called 'The brave soldier'. Ok... Once upon a time, there was a very brave soldier. He lived alone, far away from the castle..."

Chris was listening, interested in the story, but they couldn't help but notice how happy was Papyrus while listening to it. Maybe it meant something to him.

"So, uh, the king didn't value his strength" Sans looked like he was going to sleep on top of the book "That's why the soldier escaped. But then he came back and then... And then everyone died. The end" he closed the book, yawning.

"I don't remember it ending like that" Papyrus said, visibly upset.

"Dunno. Maybe you confused it with another book" "No, I didn't, jerk, you've read this one like... thirty times?? You're just trying to make it shorter!!"

"This is just a speedrun!" Sans started laughing.

"You are speedrunning something that makes me happy?? How funny... And in front of the human..."

Sans noticed that Papyrus was genuinely sad. "I was just joking!!" he said, trying to fix it "I will finish it now, promise"

"You shouldn't joke with that!" "I know, I know, sorry!" he opened the book quickly "Ok, no one died. The soldier is ok. He's chillin' "

"Just read the freaking book already!!" "Ok..."

This time, Sans read the book correctly. Then, when he finished, he wished them both a good night and closed the door. The lights were still on.

"I hope you liked the book" Papyrus got out of bed "Sans can make weird jokes sometimes, but he's a good brother. Most of the time" he turned off the lights "Anyways, sleep tight"

"Wait! Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Sleep? What's that? Do you eat it??"

"..." Papyrus opened the door.

"But why don't you sleep?" the kid asked.

"Because I'm too great to sleep! Now, if you excuse me, I am going to clean the kitchen... Again"

"But if it's already clean, it doesn't-"

"It is a cleansing reminder. So the kitchen remembers it's clean!" "I..."

"Goodnight!" Papyrus closed the door, leaving.

Chris found this kind of weird, but they didn't think too much about it. Maybe they were having a culture shock. So they covered themselves with the blanket, noticing how comfortable this bed was. They knew no one was going to disturb their sleep, not anymore. It was the best feeling for them.

And just like that, smiling, they fell asleep.

Chapter two->

Papyrus hadn't seen a human for three years.

But there it was, a human, right in front of him, and looking... a little scared? But Papyrus didn't realise, since his excitement was bigger than anything else.

"A human! A human! A human!" he started to exclaim, happy stimming, closing his eyes tightly "SAAAAANS!!" he yelled then, opening his eyes and frowning "SAAAAAAAAAAAAANS!!! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS!! Ugh, where is this lazybones when I need him?? Nevermind, at least he's not going to ruin my presentation..." he cleared his throat, getting extremely close to the child "HIIIIIIIII!! I mean..." he stepped away, with an heroic pose "Greetings, human! I'm the great Papyrus, the best royal guard there is, and a professional chef!"

"..."

"You look hungry for some puzzles! What about you follow me and face the danger of the best puzzles you will ever see? Made by me, of course! Nyeh heh heh!"

"..."

"You are very quiet. You should be jumping of excitement! What's happening, human?" Papyrus said, forgetting to be cool, and looking at the child "I see that you are lost... Well, fear not, human!! The great Papyrus will help you with everything! What do you need?"

The kid, a nine year old with short black hair, expressive eyes and freckles, decided it was time to talk.

"I... I don't know"

"Oh, so you can talk! That's a relief. Aren't you cold, human?"

"Uuuh..." "Come with me, in my house I have some super cool blankets that'll help you stay warm and will clear your mind" Papyrus smiled at them, and he made an inviting sign for the kid to follow him.

Although the human was still a little scared, they thought they could trust that skeleton. After all, he looked very kind.

"My name is Chris" they said, shyly.

"I am the great Papyrus, nice to meet you, fallen human!" Papyrus said for the third time "And forgive my clumsiness, I haven't seen a human in a while. You still look kind of scared" he added, after looking at the child "We won't harm you, never ever. We used to haunt for humans and kill them and all that, but now we don't. So don't fret, you are with a friend"

"A... friend?"

"I mean, I will try to help you the best I can. We can be officially friends whenever you want..."

The kid smiled for the first time.

"What about now? I don't have any friends"

Papyrus looked at them immediately, shocked.

"Do... Do you want...? Do you want to be f-friends?? Is it really that easy??"

"I don't know" Chris kept smiling "What do you think?"

"That is like the best thing that has happened to me today!!!!!!!!" Papyrus exclaimed, incredibly excited "Although..." he added, with a hint of sadness "Last time I befriended a human, they left" he went silent for a bit, until he realised he was showing too many negative emotions "Anyways!!! Here's my house!!" he said, extending his hand to show them the entrance "Follow me, Chris!" he slammed the door open, running inside the house "Sanssssssss!! I made a new frieeendd ~!!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!!!"

The kid entered the house, shy and, once again, a bit scared. As soon as Sans saw the human, his smile dropped.

"Their name is Chris!! Aren't they the cutest???" Papyrus said, still incredibly happy.

"Yes, yes they are" Sans approached the child, trying to act normal "Name's Sans, nice to meetcha" he offered a handshake.

"Nuuuh!" his brother pushed his hand away "You are NOT going to prank them, Sans!! What kind of impression do you want to make?? Pardon my brother's manners, Chris. He's... weird"

"Look who's talkin' "

"SAAANS!!" he looked at him reproachfully, then looked at the kid "He's weird and lazy. He's too lazy to even move his face"

"C'mon, bro, I have many facial expressions"

"Yeah, standard Sans one, and standard Sans two" he frowned.

"Don't forget 'bad time Sans' "

"Yeah, that one too..." he sighed.

"You could say I-"

"It's not time for puns! What first impression do you want to give the human??"

"It's six pm, bro, of course it is time for pans. Do you want a snack, kid?"

"Arghhghghgghghhgh!!! Just say hi to them!! Or do you not know how to greet someone??"

"Hey, you didn't let the kid answer me"

Meanwhile, Chris couldn't help but smile. That situation was weirdly amusing. They didn't know that monsters were so nice and lighthearted. Back home, people used to say that monsters were horrible, bloodthirsty creatures.

"I guess they were wrong" the kid thought.

Some puns later, Sans looked at Papyrus with a serious expression, which caught his brother by surprise.

"What's wrong, brother?" he said, in a quiet voice.

"I need to talk with you for a sec" then he looked at Chris "Wait here, kid"

Sans led Papyrus to a distant place, leaving him worried and confused.

"What's wrong?" Papyrus said, once again.

"What do you want from the child?"

"What do you mean with 'what do I want'?" Papyrus replied, upset "The human was lost so I took them somewhere warm"

"And you want to keep them now" Sans sighed, with a poker face.

"No, I do not!! I mean, if they want to stay..."

"Don't tell me you've grown attached to them"

His brother looked at him, impatient.

"Don't tell me what to do"

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm just trying to warn you. Remember what happened to Frisk. It could happen again."

Hearing that name made Papyrus feel hurt. He avoided eye contact.

"Not all humans are the same... I..."

"I don't want you to suffer more, Pap, that's all"

His brother looked at him.

"Sans..."

"So you wanna take the risk"

"We don't know what will happen, Sans. Just... let me take care of them a little. If they want to leave, they will leave. If they want to stay... Let them stay. I will make sure to protect them so nothing bad happens to them. The Underground is peaceful now"

"Fine. I'll go get a blanket"

Papyrus smiled, softly.

"Thank you" he said.

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hello! Could I request a tate langdon x trans male reader? (Sorry for requesting tate I know you get him alot)

note: you know what you are right i do get tate a lot but the tumblr girlies have been eating him up lately so this one goes out to the transmascs and/or tate lovers. also writing this on my phone and my fat ass thumbs are not doing all that work of clicking shift so this will be all lowercase. anyway i’m writing this sleep deprived at midnight so i am going to wake up tomorrow morning and forget i wrote this most likely

warning: language probably idk i write my warnings before i write the fic and i just predict what the fuck im going to add in idk i should stop

the dead of winter makes things feel quiet. you barely hear your mom in the kitchen though you are just in the room over. it’s not snowing outside, it doesn’t do that in la, like, ever, but it would be nice maybe once.

you feel the vibration of your phone. you’re sitting on the couch and it’s in the back pocket of your jeans and you don’t want to stand up to fish it out so you flop yourself sideways and grab it. you have three notifications, and in your mind, you make a mental ranking of their importance.

3. bereal went off, though it happened hours ago and you don’t bother to take the picture because who cares

2. about 46 minutes ago, your friend texted your other friend in the group chat, talking about some concert tonight for people you’ve never even heard of before

1. your boyfriend, tate, texted about the same concert, but in this case, offering to take you with him to the show

not to play favorites, but a night out alone with your boyfriend sounds like more fun than a night with your freaky little friends. sure, they were a barrel of monkeys… in their own way, but you’d much prefer a long night in working at a puzzle with them than a raging concert.

‘?’ Tate texts again. You opened his text and he saw the read receipt but you’ve just been sitting there contemplating the meaning of life for minutes now.

‘maybe’ you reply and renter your deep thought once more. it would be fun, you’d have a good time and he’d be happy… but you have been wearing your binder for at the very least 10 hours now, and you had plans to take it off in a little bit (granted you were procrastinating) and that was something you didn’t want to deny yourself.

they say you’re not supposed to exercise in a binder, but that’s never stopped you. back in high school, you had PE 3rd period, and it’s not like you were just gonna go through the trouble of taking it off for a one hour block every single day and then put it back on once the class is over.

that’s the same now, though you don’t have a PE class, you are an avid mosher in the pit and you don’t want to be boobs flying everywhere. you don’t even want boobs at all, but top surgery is expensive, and your insurance only covers testosterone shots so you make do with what you can.

‘maybe?’ he texts back and he didn’t include it in the text, but you can feel a :( radiating from his end of the line.

‘tummy kinda hurts idk’ another thing, he doesn’t know you’re trans. it’s no big deal, truly, you know he’d be super supportive and respectful if you came out and nothing would change between the two of you but that doesn’t take away any of your fear of telling him. this relationship has been going on for 6 months now, and it seems like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward it will be once you do.

‘:(‘ he texts and you frown a little as well in real life, and you put your phone on the table and walk into the kitchen. your mom is baking those little sugar cookies from target with the snowmen on them and you swear if you got close enough, you could eat an entire tray full of them.

but you’ve already spoiled your dinner enough with the potato chips you now realize you’ve abandoned in the living room and walk back to your room.

your bedroom is small yet well decorated, giving it a cozy aura, even more when you light a peppermint candle. you finally remove your binder and it feels like a breath of fresh air for the first time today. twisting your arms around, you stretch out and then put on a tank top and bundle up in your bed because it’s so damn cold out.

you put your headphones over your ears and play some random song off a playlist tate made for you and all is well in the world until you think you hear your mom screeching your name from the kitchen. of course, the second you pause the music and rip of the headphones, it’s dead silence once more, so you put them back on. there’s the noise again. if she’s really trying to contact you, she can just text you rather than test out her echolocation skills.

a moment later, she does text you.

‘someone at the door go get it’

as polite as ever, you have no choice but obey and slump to the front door, unhappy that your unwinding time has been interrupted by some rando at the door. when you open the door (albeit, grumpily), it’s not a rando, but it is in fact your boyfriend.

“tate! what are you doing here?” you don’t mean to sound so unhappy about his presence, it just comes out like that and of course you notice how quickly his eyes trail downwards on your body. you follow them too, until they land on your uncaged boobs. shit. “oh, um.”

“aren’t you going to invite me in?” he doesn’t say anything you thought he would and for that, you hold the door open for him and step aside to let him in.

“so, what are you doing here?” you ask again since he didn’t respond the first time.

“you said your stomach hurt, and mine kinda hurt too, so i thought i could come over and we could be in pain together. what do you think?” the whole time he’s been making his way to your bedroom, though he hadn’t been in your house very many times, he knew where he was going. he kicks off his shoes at the base and launches himself onto your duvet.

“you’re so thoughtful,” you crawl in next to him and hook one leg between his own, immediately experiencing the glory of his body heat.

“i tend to think so.” there’s that silence again. sometimes peaceful, sometimes deafening, because you know there’s something left unsaid. so you open your mouth again.

“um, so, about the boobs thing,” you start and pause to swallow, realizing you must look like a nervous character on tv right now.

“it’s okay.”

“it is?” you don’t dare lift your head to look him in the eye.

“of course. it doesn’t matter to me. you’re still hot,” he pokes you in the side and you chuckle at him.

“stop it, you silly goose,” you joke back and you can feel the physical cringe his body does.

“and i love you no matter what,” it’s quiet, but you hear it, muffled by your cringe minecraft bedspread. you love him too.

[meltwonu]

✦ 👻  𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ CALL ME! ✧

this chapter pairing; shapeshifter!jeonghan x reader x joshua

genre&warnings; shapeshifter!jeonghan, dom!jeonghan, ‼️cuckolding[*if you consider this cheating, please do not read this!]‼️, dirty talk, degradation, restraints, name-calling, squirting, dumbification, anal play, ripping of clothes.

notes; Happy Saturday! 🥳 This was sparked by that one anon msg I replied to a little bit ago about shapeshifter jeonghan while you were dating joshua and now I’ve fully expanded that thought from like??? Literally july or august sdfhskfj ☠️ Also this one might be a bit of a confusing read because of… well, y’know. LOL 😭💕 Granted, neither a bad option 😈 dw, you’ll get it hehe I also tried to be a little more... Idk, thorough with the warnings on this one, I guess? Again, please read the warnings for every chapter!! They’re all at the beginning! ✨ Thank you again for your support 🥺 And I’ll see you again tomorrow~ Enjoy ch 5 and have a good rest of your day! 💕👻 

word count; ~3500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

call me, on the line

call me, call me any-anytime!

call me, I'll arrive

when you're ready, we can share the wine!

call me!

Joshua is the ideal boyfriend.

Pays for dinner, opens your doors for you and even goes so far as to get your car fixed for you when you’re too tired to go.

‘I like pampering you, baby. It makes me happy,’ He says with a genuine smile - hands wrapped around a bouquet of your favorite flowers, ‘I want to treat you like a princess.’

But once in a while, you wonder what Joshua would be like if he were a little rougher around the edges; mental images of his cute lips curved into sultry smirks and twinkling eyes narrowed with lust.

The thoughts float through your mind but they don’t stay long enough - especially on date nights where he cooks you dinner and finishes the evening by running you a nice hot bath before bed.

“I’m just going to get the water warmed up for you, okay? You’ve had a long day, baby.”

He kisses your forehead as you nod; feeling warm and loved when he slides you a cup of warm tea.

“Just gonna be a ‘sec. I got your favourite bath bombs too!”

Joshua grabs a paper bag from the marble countertop before he makes his way down the hallway - and only a few seconds later do you hear the running water coming from the bathroom.

‘He’s so cute!’ You think to yourself; taking a sip from your tea as Joshua reemerges from the hallway.

“The water is running for your bath, baby! Do you wanna take your tea to the bathroom while I set up the rest?”

You nod and reach to take the tea cup and plate but it’s Joshua who ‘tsk’s and takes it from your hands.

“It’s okay. I can take it from here~”

He guides you into the warm bathroom; the strong scents wafting around the small space as you let out a relaxed moan.

“Joshua, you’re so good to me… Thank you for this.”

You start to slip off your clothes as he sets your tea on the countertop - his loving eyes on you before he steps closer to help you undress.

“Of course, baby. You know how much I love doing things for you~”

There’s a chuckle on his lips while he picks up your discarded clothes; gentle fingertips reaching for your own to guide you into the bathtub.

“I want you to relax, okay? You’ve been so busy, I want you to just… take your mind off of everything.”

“What are you going to do?” You mumble; the warm water instantly making you melt as your body goes slack in the bathtub. “Don’t you want to join me?”

He leans in and kisses the crown of your head as you moan softly. 

“Oh, baby, I would love to but I need to get the sheets onto the bed before we go to sleep. I kinda forgot about it earlier when I started making dinner.”

Joshua smiles sheepishly as he slowly starts to back away from the tub.

“I’ll leave the door open so you can call for me whenever you’re ready for bed, okay?”

“Mmkay…” You reply sleepily, “Don’t take too long, okay?”

“Okay, baby.”

You’re unsure of how much time passes before you’re groaning and opening your sleepy eyes; fingertips pruned when you bring them close to your face for inspection.

“Okay, yeah, it’s time to get out.”

Standing on unsteady legs, you stand up in the tub - droplets of water splashing back into the lukewarm water just as Joshua steps back into the doorframe.

“I thought I’d have to carry you to bed, silly.” His eyes form crescents when he smiles and you fight the urge to pout when he pats the towel in his arms.

“Fresh out of the dryer. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“Thanks, ‘Shua~”

He hands you the towel and a new set of pajamas - the soft silk shorts and tank top feeling good on your warm skin.

“I’m soooo ready to lay down. I fell asleep in the tub and everything!” You all but run towards the bed as you flop onto your stomach onto the newly cleaned sheets - tired eyes barely open the entire time as you groan into the sheets.

“I’m really just so---”

Your blood runs cold, mouth agape when you lift your head from the warm sheets and see a figure in the corner, right next to the bed. 

Pupils shaking as you stare at Joshua bound to a chair in the corner of the room.

While the other Joshua softly closes the door and sets the lock in place from behind you.

“Tsk, I wish you weren’t so hasty to get to the bedroom, sweetheart. You didn’t even give me the time to explain.”

You’re at a loss for words - absolute confusion and panic settling in as the goosebumps rise on your skin.

When?

“You must have a lot of questions, right? But let’s start with the most important one. Why I’m here.”

You flip onto your back as the second Joshua rounds the bed - never bothering to change his appearance as the cunning smirk etches itself onto his features.

Something that you’d always wondered about as a thrum of arousal fills your body.

“What can I say? Even shapeshifters have boring days. I thought I’d spice it up a little. It is Halloween, after all.”

“B--but w--why… J--Joshua?” You shakily ask.

“Good question, sweetheart!” He lets his façade wear off for just a millisecond as the real Joshua gasps around the fabric tied around his mouth - shock in his eyes as the blonde haired Jeonghan from his office makes an appearance for the slightest of moments before disappearing and shifting back into that of Joshua’s likeness.

“I always thought playing a goody two shoes would be fun~ And Joshua is such a kind guy, y’know? Unfortunately, a little too trusting.” Jeonghan ‘tsk’s as he slowly starts to undress; your jaw clenching at the sultrier movements of this version of Joshua.

Was it wrong to be attracted to him?

After all, it was still Joshua... right?

“W-what do you m-mean…?”

When he looks at you, you can finally tell how different he was from the normal Joshua - a lustful haze in his eyes after he’d taken his shirt off and tossed it off to the side.

“Mm, remember that night he went for drinks with a bunch of his coworkers? Might’ve let it slip that he felt like you found things too vanilla sometimes. Said that you might’ve said some things and that he wasn’t sure how to handle it. So… I’m here to switch things up a bit~ Think of it as a favour of sorts, right, Joshua?”

You turn your head nervously to Joshua who sits quietly in the chair - legs bound to the chair’s legs and arms bound to the armrests with a torn piece of fabric between his lips as he meets your stare.

But what surprises you most is that you can see his cock straining against his sweats; already hard as he whimpers into the fabric.

Why did he find it hot again?

“J--Joshua…”

He nods feverishly; a quiet way of telling you that he was okay with this.

‘Do something. Before I change my mind.’ He tells himself, cheeks crimson as Jeonghan eases himself onto the bed with you.

“He wants to see what it’d be like if he was a little… rougher. Like a mirror except...” Jeonghan pushes at your shoulder until your back meets the bedsheets and a gasp leaves your parted lips, “...I want you to be screaming his name when I’m through with you.”

“O-okay…”

“Okay? So you want to see what it’d be like too, huh, sweetheart? You wanna see what it’d be like if Joshua treated you like a cockslut? Fucked you like an animal and used your cunt to his liking?”

You bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood - in shock at the filth that rolls off of his tongue.

After all, he was still using Joshua’s appearance and voice.

“Y-yes… I--I want to… experience i-it…” You mumble.

Jeonghan laughs; lighthearted despite the situation.

“Then let’s get started.”

His touch feels the same at first - Joshua’s usual big, warm hands snaking up your thighs as you hold your breath.

“You seem so nervous but I can smell how wet you already are, sweetheart~”

Whimpering, you slowly start to part your legs for Jeonghan as he slides between them and smirks; hands on the hem of your silk tank top before he rips the fabric in half.

“Sorry~ I’m a little impatient, you see. I could’ve taken you in that bathtub earlier, given you a little taste while you came in the tub while riding my cock but, ah, how would Joshua have seen? And you were so cute getting undressed thinking it was Joshua helping you~”

Your brows furrow as his hands squeeze your breasts - confusion mixing in with the arousal in your body.

When had they switched places? 

You couldn’t remember a time where Joshua had been away for more than just a few seconds except after you’d already gotten in the bath.

“When--when, ah, did you s-switch places?” You whisper; chest arching up into his touch when he starts to pinch your nipples harshly.

You cry out just as Jeonghan grins and moves his hands down your body to the hem of your shorts that he rips as well - leaving you only in a pair of panties that were already beyond soaked.

“Isn’t that the fun of it? Guessing when I switched places with ‘Shua?”

Jeonghan’s eyes flit to the real Joshua who watches intently.

“Ah, Joshua~ Let’s see if I can get you to cum untouched while I fuck her, okay?”

Joshua mumbles against the fabric, squirming in his chair wishing that Jeonghan would’ve at least let him strip off some of his clothes now that he was in this position.

“Mmnh… Joshua…”

Your sweet moans have his eyes flitting up your face just as you throw your head back against the sheets.

“She’s so wet already…”, Muttering, Jeonghan slides your panties off of your legs, “Dripping onto the sheets like a filthy ‘lil cockwhore. You just can’t wait to be fucked, huh? So fucking desperate to be filled up to the brim with cock since that’s all you’re good at. Just a dumb ‘lil fuck toy for me to use.”

“Y-yes! Yes, please--please, n-ngh, J--Joshua… U-use my p-pussy like a--a cocksleeve…”

Jeonghan slides his sweats down and without all of the filthy words - everything seems so normal.

Until he uses your soaked panties and wraps it around his cock; jerking off into the fabric as you clench around emptiness at the visual of Joshua’s body getting off to your panties.

“Mm, your panties are so wet, I can feel it on my cock, sweetheart~ Or should we say, Joshua’s cock?” Grinning, he watches the frustrated tears pool up in your eyes when you start to feel the desperation making you delirious.

And you don’t fight the feeling when you bring your shaking hands to your pussy as you hold yourself open for Jeonghan.

“I--I need you in m-my pussy… Please… I c-can’t…”

He slides the panties off of his cock - tossing the flimsy, soaked piece of fabric right into Joshua’s lap before easing in closer to you.

“Do you act like this with Joshua too? Like a needy, desperate ‘lil slut?”

“S-sometimes… B-but he--he always, mmnh, gets me t-to calm d-down...”

Jeonghan teases your entrance with the head of his cock before he slides it up to your clit - circling the nub as your thighs tremble from the simple gesture.

“Calm down? Your body is so sensitive~ How does he hold back, sweetheart? I’d be fucking you every single night, using your pussy to my liking and filling you up to the brim with cum until you can’t take it anymore like a good fuck toy should.”

You’re about to beg once more when you feel him sliding his cock into your cunt - all still familiar when you peer up and it’s Joshua, just not his mannerisms.

“J--Joshua… Please… fuck me--me stupid… T-turn me into, a-ah, a dumb little w-whore who, mmh, only k-knows how to take your--your c-cock…” Mewling, you let yourself go to the pleasure - figuring it’d be the only time you could.

The real Joshua feels his cock throbbing as he looks down into his lap - a patch right on the front of his sweats from where precum was soaking into the fabric.

There’d been times where you asked him to fuck you in the kitchen - your fingertips pulling your panties to the side as you bent over the the table.

‘Please, I n-need your cock in me...’ You’d whispered.

But Joshua had sighed and gently flipped your dress back down before taking you to the bedroom, all the while saying, ‘I want you to be comfortable.’

And other times when you’d joined him in the shower - mentally begging him to press you into the glass and fuck you hard enough to leave an imprint as he used your cunt to his liking.

‘Don’t you want to try having sex in here?’ You’d suggest.

Even those times, Joshua would simply shake his head and say, ‘I wouldn’t want you to slip and get hurt.’

But now, he was starting to rethink everything as he watched Jeonghan using his likeness to fuck you.

“She’s so hot and tight around my cock, ‘Shua… You’re quite the lucky guy, y’know? You should be fucking her every day~”

Joshua’s pulled from his thoughts as you cry out - your legs bent towards your chest as Jeonghan bends you into a mating press.

“Oh, fuh--fuck! Joshua!”

Jeonghan doesn’t bother to start off slow as he gives you what you want; his powerful thrusts making you drool as you pant and moan underneath him from his rough hold on you.

“Does it feel good? Joshua’s cock ramming your cute ‘lil cunt nice ‘n rough like how you wanted?”

“Y-yes! Mmnh, it fuh--feels so good…! I w-want it hard---harder!”

Blissful tears stream down the sides of your face as you let him fuck you into the sheets - the feeling of Joshua’s body being rougher with you making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Tell him then, sweetheart. Let him know how good it feels~”

You turn your head slightly to look at Joshua with bleary eyes - licking your lips at the way you see him thrusting up into the air.

“Ngh… H-he feels so g-good fucking m-me… He’s--he’s pounding my cunt, ah, so good, J--Joshua… He’s f-fucking my little h-hole so h-hard… My--my legs are already shaking, ngh, f-from how good it is...”

Joshua gulps hard at your words - body and mind overwhelmed at this version of you that he normally tried to keep out of the bedroom.

“Yeah? You like getting your cunt used like this, huh?” Jeonghan rocks his body into yours - the sound of skin slapping loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. “Let’s try a little more~”

He draws his hips back and pulls out of you after a few more mind-numbing thrusts to maneuver you into a different position.

This time, with you staring right at Joshua as you ease onto your hands and knees on the bed.

“I want you to watch him as he watches you get fucked by, well, himself~”

Joshua meets Jeonghan’s eyes and gulps - the odd feeling of seeing himself look so sinister confusing his mind.

Could I really be that person? He thinks to himself.

Jeonghan slides his cock back into your pussy and resumes his harsh pace as your body rocks forward and closer to the real Joshua with each snap of his hips.

“Should we let Joshua play with us? Or should we let him keep watching?”

You’re about to respond when you feel his thumb playing with the puckered rim of your ass - a shaky exhale leaving your lips when your walls clench around his cock.

“We can let him fuck you right here, sweetheart~ He’s never fucked your pretty ‘lil ass before, has he?”

“N-no… B-but I…” Your fingertips dig into the bedsheets as Jeonghan smirks.

“I want… I want i-it…”

“Mm, you hear that, ‘Shua? She wants you to be the first one to fuck her ass so I’ll save it just for you, okay?”

And when Jeonghan laughs cruelly in Joshua’s body - you find yourself whimpering with how good he sounds just like that.

“P-please… J--Joshua… can--can you, mmh, j-just give me a--a little taste…”

“Filthy ‘lil cockslut.” He growls, just before letting a glob of his spit hit your puckered hole. “Can you imagine being filled in your cunt and ass - both of us deep inside you? Hmm? Two Joshua’s fucking you stupid at the same time~”

You cry out as your upper body hits the sheets; arms trembling as Jeonghan eases his thumb into your ass slowly.

“Buh--but I want--want it, ngh, r-rough from b-both of you… I want to—to be fucked like, ah, a good f-fuck toy…” You slur out - overstimulated when Jeonghan keeps his thumb in your ass as he continues to fucks you.

“I hope Joshua is taking notes then~”

And Joshua is - even finding himself more turned on with the roughness and dirty talk from Jeonghan.

“I, mmh, c-can I cum? I’m suh--so close…” You whisper.

“Touch your cute ‘lil clit and make yourself cum then, sweetheart. Give yourself what you want, let Joshua hear how good you feel when I’m fucking your dumb cunt.”

You reach between your shaky thighs, fingertips on your clit as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The feeling of Joshua’s cock pounding your g-spot with his thumb in your ass and your fingers on your clit is more than you and Joshua had even done in bed and you feel the pleasure build up too fast when your body immediately goes rigid after a few more thrusts.

“I’m cumming! Fuck, ‘m c-cumming!” You cry out, unbeknownst to you, squirting all over the bed sheets as you rub harsh, quick circles on your clit while Jeonghan makes no effort to stop fucking you at all.

“Oho, did you know she could squirt, ‘Shua?”

Joshua’s ears are ringing as he cums in his sweats - your loud cries and moans only making him cum harder as you cry out his name in a hurried fashion.

“Dumb ‘lil cockslut. You get fucked a ‘lil bit harder and you don’t know how to act, huh? Look at you~ Still playing with your clit to milk your orgasm~”

You drool onto the bed sheets unable to stop yourself even when your orgasm starts to ebb away - too focused on the feeling of his cock still inside of you to calm yourself down.

“C-cum inside, ngh, m-me… Fuck y-your cum into my stupid ‘lil h-hole… A-ah, I--I want the--the real Joshua t-to use it a-as, mmh, lube w-when he fucks m-my ass…”

Jeonghan whistles at your slurred words - amazed at how much you’d apparently been holding back from the real Joshua.

“Be sure to keep all of it in your dumb cunt then, okay, sweetheart? We wouldn’t want a single drop to be wasted~”

He doubles his pace as he races to his orgasm - growling and sinking his thumb in as deep as it can go as you clench around him.

“Poor Joshua already came~ Now he’s gonna have to watch his cock cum inside you, filling you up with loads of it while he just sits there and wishes it was actually him cumming inside of you instead of cumming in his sweats~”

You feel his cock throbbing as rushed pleas roll off of your tongue - your fingers pinching and rubbing your clit as you force another orgasm out of your body just as Jeonghan cums and starts filling your cunt up with the hot, sticky substance.

“Fuh--fuck! Joshua! I’m c-cumming again!”

You momentarily black out as the bliss becomes too much; ears ringing and body buzzing from the overstimulation.

You can vaguely hear Joshua’s voice, albeit still Jeonghan’s crude words as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt.

“Look at her, Joshua~ Drooling onto the sheets like a dumb ‘lil cocksleeve that doesn’t know anything other than taking cock~ You’ve never seen her like this, have you? Fucked stupid - thumb in her ass, cock in her pussy, and look, she’s still so fuckin’ desperate she’s still playing with her clit too~”

Joshua whines into the fabric, now thrashing to be unrestrained.

Because now, he wanted part in what was going on in front of him - slightly irritated watching himself cumming inside you.

‘That should be me,’ He thinks to himself, ‘I mean, it is but it’s not!’

Jeonghan chuckles and slows down his movements until he comes to a full stop - his cock keeping the warm cum plugged up in your pussy as your tired hand slips from between your thighs and thuds onto the bed.

“Well, sweetheart? What should we do? Should we let him join and let you have a taste of two Joshua’s or should I leave and have you call me for ‘lil appointment another time~?”

As tired as you feel, your hazy eyes flit up to the real Joshua - gasping when you see his angry lust-filled eyes staring back at you.

The fire in his eyes matching that of the other Joshua still positioned behind you.

“N-no…”

“No? No to what, sweetheart?”

Gulping, you slowly reach out for the real Joshua - fingers only centimetres from his knee as you hear him growl.

“D-don’t leave, I--I want you b-both to fuck m-me now…”

And this time, Joshua and Joshua meet eyes - both filled with a challenging gleam that you don’t see.

“Well? Let’s get Joshua untied and see what he’s learned tonight.”

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[caramellohigh]

bunnyhybrid!jeonghan x reader

genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au

warning/s: very suggestive material (semi? smut? huhu idk) & lots of tension 👀

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?

a/n: hello, my lovlies! Miracle Bunny is also back, yeeeeyyy *tiny hops of joy* i'll try to stay consistent and update weekly like i used to. i'm planning on releasing some new stuff so i kinda wanna finish this and NSAGB so i can focus on those > < anyhow, happy reading everyone!!! don't hesitate to send me some asks, would love to talk to y'all <333

(p.s: still a bit rusty so if this chapter sucks… i’m sorry!)

Chapter 5

Stunned, mind whirling in absolute confusion, you stand in the middle of your kitchen just dumbly staring at the wall opposite you. You were supposed to be cooking, ingredients all laid out and ready but you haven’t touched them, nor have you really moved from your spot before Jeonghan left to go to who knows where doing who knows what.

“Wow, looks like you’re cooking a fancy meal,” he had said, walking into the kitchen to grab his water bottle from the fridge. You threw him a beaming smile, “I found this recipe online and I thought you might like it. I’m making a vegan version!” He laughs in pure fondness at the way you excitedly bounce on the balls of your feet.

But your innocent smile faltered when he took a sip of water and suddenly said, “I’d rather have you for dinner though. I bet you taste just as good or maybe even better.” You blinked at him, the devious little smirk tugging at the corner of his lip making your mind go completely blank. “H-Huh?” was your dumb reply.

Jeonghan laughed, eyes wrinkling at the corners when he grins at you. “Kidding! See you later!” Then he pulled you by the waist and ever so delicately kissed the corner of your lips. You stiffened, eyes going wide, most especially when he just turned around and left as if nothing happened.

“He didn’t… That didn’t actually happen, right?” you laugh nervously, finally coming back to your senses, “I… I must be imagining things,” you try to convince yourself, finally moving from your spot. You try to continue what you were doing earlier but you can’t deny how very distracted you are. Dropping the knife before you accidentally cut yourself, you heave a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Okay, fuck. Why am I being like this? Maybe… Maybe I need to get laid or something…”

As time passes, Jeonghan gets more suggestive and flirty with you. Something you always chose to brush off just because you don’t want it to get in your head. But whether you really are in dire need of a good lay or not, the hybrid really has been acting weird these days.

First, it had been his restlessness, always going out to jog or play sports and when he’s home he surprisingly works out like crazy. Practically, he just does anything to keep himself busy and active which you didn’t think much of at first.

Then you find him clingier than he normally is, always staying so close to you whether you were cooking, doing the laundry or even when you painted. He’s suddenly always craving for some type of physical affection from you and when you don’t give it to him, he gets upset.

What makes it even weirder is that there are moments when he doesn’t go near you at all, opting to lock himself in his room, only coming out when he needs to eat or go to the bathroom. It has been either or for this couple of days and you feel completely thrown out of the loop, never knowing what his temperament would be like tomorrow or the day after that.

“Yes, sir! I’ll have it ready before your restaurant opens. Don’t worry,” you smile even if your client can’t see and nod your head enthusiastically. You’re pacing back and forth, a paintbrush in one hand while the other holds your phone to your ear.

You’re in a worn button down, paint stains creating quite a unique pattern in the otherwise boring design and some loose lounge shorts. Your hair is tied up into a messy bun, exposing your neck and pretty collar bones. The fact that you’re very obviously not wearing a bra underneath is just the cherry on top of Jeonghan’s misery.

If he’s not trying so damn hard to get himself together, he would’ve been drooling by now. You look so fuckign beautiful and sexy, and hot but also very candid and adorable. He can’t, for the love of him, take his eyes off of you. It doesn’t at all help that the buttons of your shirt are done wrongly and he’s trying not to fix it or he might actually take it off of you instead.

He feels like a fucking pervert, just seeing your exposed skin and feeling hot all over, mind racing with impure thoughts. Your voice seems far away and muffled as he fights off his thoughts and urges. He builds his legos distractedly, brows in a permanent furrow, a small shake in his hands when he puts the pieces together.

He doesn’t notice that you’ve hung up and have gone back to painting. He doesn’t notice the time tick by and he doesn’t notice that he’s building the legos all wrong. What he does notice though, is your presence drawing closer to him. He swallows hard.

“God, my back hurts,” you sigh as you sit next to him on the couch. You lay your head on his shoulder, missing the way his body momentarily stiffens at the mere contact. Jeonghan squeezes the lego piece he’s holding. “Aw, poor baby,” he coos at you, “Why don’t you lie down, I’ll massage you.”

Fuck.

What is he doing?

But it’s as if he’s moving on autopilot, his brain no longer incharge of his actions when he pushes you down. His hands are itching to feel your warm skin and like the rest of him, they act on their own when they unbutton your shirt.

You up at him in panic, “J-Jeonghan?” He mentally punches himself when he hears your shaky voice calling his name. “Sorry… I just thought it’d feel better with this off.” He has no idea how saying that would make things any better but thankfully, you buy it. Blinking your nerves away, you slowly nod and undo a few more.

Jeonghan holds his breath, hungry eyes watching your hands as they expose even more of your skin. But he doesn’t get to look much longer when you flip over and lie on your stomach. Jeonghan swallows again. He tries to snap himself out of it, settling at the back of your thighs as his hands experimentally massage your bare shoulders.

You moan at the way his fingers press down on your aching muscles, not having a single clue how much it’s affecting him, how Jeonghan is literally sweating bullets trying to fight off his urges. He clamps down hard on his bottom lip, trying to contain his whimpers, his cock already hard.

You feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves and you worry if something’s wrong. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you’re about to ask him if he feels sick but you finally notice the muffled whimpering. You faintly hear him curse under his breath and then you feel it, his dick, hot and heavy on your ass.

Then... he slowly starts moving his hips, rubbing himself against you. You gasp before you can even stop yourself and he’s off of you in mere milliseconds. “S-Sorry, I forgot I have a game with the boys today. I’m gonna go shower.” And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you completely dumbfounded, wondering if you were imagining things again.

“Jeonghan!”

You’re not the most physically coordinated or sporty but the moment you see him shoving Mingyu into the ground, you’re suddenly a track and field athlete when you run over to them. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Mingyu yells, struggling against Jihoon and Seokmin. Jeonghan sees red and scoffs dramatically, “My problem? What’s my-- What the fuck is your problem, huh? You elbowed me!”

“It was an accident! I already--”

“No, fuck you!”

You and Seungkwan can barely hold Jeonghan back. He’s somehow hell bent on landing a punch on Mingyu’s face that both of your feet slip when he pushes forward. “Jeonghan, stop it! Calm d- ow!” you fall backwards when Jeonghan all but flings you and Seungkwan away, everyone freezing when they see you hit the concrete floor.

You wince in pain as you get up and when you flip your hands over, you see your palms are all scraped up. “Shit, I’m sorry…” Jeonghan immediately snaps out of his rage and rushes over to you, brows furrowing in concern. He very carefully takes your hands and brushes off the debris stuck on your wound in complete panic, “Fuck! I’m so sorry. I didn’t-- I wasn’t--”

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine,” you mumble out calmly, giving him a reassuring smile. Seungkwan is quick to let you sit on a bench. He grabs the first aid kit he keeps in his bag and he handles your little scrapes with a very gentle hand. The bunny hybrid just stands there, feeling incredibly guilty as he watches Seungkwan tend to your wounds.

His ears are permanently glued to his head and all the others look at you with the same concern too. You’re quite amused by it actually. How can they fret over something so small? You’re not even hurt that badly. “It’s just a scrape, guys. I’ll be fine,” you chuckle as you stand up and try to reach for Jeonghan’s arm. He catches your wrist before you could touch him, “I still hurt you…”

Oh, if you could, you would’ve already melted into a puddle. The way Jeonghan looks at you with his big glassy eyes, brimming with guilt and worry, makes you feel some type of way. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your lips. “It was only an accident. Now c’mon, make up with Mingyu.”

He opens his mouth to probably smart mouth you but he closes it and just sighs. He brings your hand up to his face and kisses the inside of your wrists, mumbling a defeated, “Okay…” He turns to the younger hybrid and immediately apologizes to which Mingyu accepts just as quickly.

His worried gaze shifts towards Jeonghan, “Are you okay, hyung? You’ve been a little off lately...” Jeonghan simply nods, smiling to make it even more believable but Mingyu, or any of his other friends, doesn’t buy it.

They look at him suspiciously, sharing a few glances, “You’re not in h--” He cuts him off with a firm shake of his head, flashing eyes holding a type of message that apparently only they can understand because you just stand there completely oblivious.

“Jeonghan, stop worrying! It’s not that bad, okay? It’ll heal in no time.” He still pouts despite your efforts and all you could do is sigh in resignation. He kept asking you if any other part of you was hurt on your way back home, he kept apologizing to you and basically did everything for you that required you to use your hands which, in that case, is everything.

His immense care and concern for you, even for something this minor is making you feel butterflies in your stomach, feel completely and so easily disarmed. Chuckling, you reach out to hug his head to your chest. He immediately fixes his position on the arm of the couch, settling you between his legs and circling his arms around your hips.

He looks up at you from that angle, chin resting on your sternum, his ridiculous pout still on his face. You smile softly and stroke his ears. “I honestly don’t know how else to assure you that I’m fine, Jeonghan.” He sighs quietly and closes his eyes. “I’m overreacting, aren’t I?” he mumbles and you giggle, scrunching your nose at him, “A little.” Finally, he cracks a smile, turning his head so he can hear your heartbeat.

“Maybe this is just me wanting your attention?” You laugh, “You have all of it, sir.” Humming in satisfaction, Jeonghan drums his fingers against your hip bones. “Maybe… more of your affection?” You laugh again, “You’re in my arms right now. What more is there?”

And suddenly, the air shifts. Jeonghan’s fingers stop moving. He unwraps his arms around you and grabs your hips instead, squeezing lightly as he looks up. Your smile gradually fades and you blink at how different his eyes are.

From your hips, his hands slowly smoothing down the side of your thighs, the intensity of his gaze keeping you still but pliable. Without a word, he urges you to straddle him and you obediently do so, your hands now on his shoulder to steady yourself.

With one hand holding onto your thigh and the other cupping the back of your neck, the beating inside your chest doubles. You're breathing a little harder, anticipating his next move. He tentatively leans in and you don’t know what came over you but you meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his own.

Jeonghan moans into the kiss, squeezing your thigh and pulling you even closer by the neck. He kisses you hard, fervently and desperately and you do the same, matching his pace perfectly as you snake your arms around his neck.

You both push into each other, wanting to feel so much more. His hands start trailing up and down your back, squeezing at your bum and cupping your breast. You whimper against his lips, running your fingers down his torso but before you can even attempt to go lower, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.

He gently grabs your wrists, rubbing small circles on your skin as he whispers, “Your hands…” Breathing heavily from the fiery kiss, you almost scoff at him for what he just said. You couldn’t care less about your fucking hands. Not after what just happened.

“Jeonghan–”

“I’m going to go take a shower”

With his head down, he gently lifts you off of his lap and immediately makes a beeline towards the bathroom. Stunned, you stare at the empty hallway, fingers coming up to your lips. That was definitely real. Either that or your daydreams are starting to feel terrifyingly real.

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Oooooo I have an idea for Bruce Banner to help you with filling out your master list! Bruce being very protective of his little (not in an annoying overbearing way but more so a concerned loving daddy way). Like if they’re in the lab the reader never leaves his lap. And being a daddy helps calm hulk down because hulk loves the reader too and doesn’t want to scare them. Idk I’m trying to leave this specific but not super limiting haha, all I know for sure is that Bruce may be one of the most gentle, soft and cuddly daddies out of the whole avengers lineup 👀

I did want to make this longer but everything is breaking around me lol, hope you like!!

Word count : 1k

Warnings : DDlg dynamics

You groaned and started banging your head on your desk. Work had been crazy busy recently and you seemed to be taking more and more work home with you each night. Bruce looked over at you from the kitchen, concern for you written all over his face. You hadn't had a chance to be little in weeks and seeing you work yourself to the bone was worrying him.

Bruce didn't like to be overbearing, but in a way he needed to be. Part of your dynamic was you trusting him to take control in situations like this. Sighing, Bruce rolled his shoulders back and made his decision.

Your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed so you didn't see Bruce coming until you felt the papers slip from under your hands. You watched Bruce grab them all and you laptop before walking off.

"Huh? Bruce, what are you doing?" Bruce came back, grabbed your face between his hands and kissed you.

"You are taking the night off, you are going to be my little girl for the rest of the night and tomorrow you will take the day off and relax. Then you are going to talk to your boss about hiring more people, and in future you will not take work home." You sighed and lent into his touch.

"You know I can't do that, this is important."

"You are the only thing I care about right now, so don't argue with me little girl." He booped your nose. "Let's get you changed." Bruce picked you up, placing you on his hip, and walking to the kitchen area to turn down the food.

As soon as you were in his arms all the fight left you, the exhaustion took over, and you melted into him. You were still new to being little but the feeling of being cared for was becoming almost a drug to you. Just wanting to let go and fall knowing Bruce would catch you.

Bruce quickly changed you into some loose, warm sweats. He sat with you on his lap and spoon fed you your pasta dinner, making sure to give you breaks to have a drink from your sippy cup.

The rest of the evening was full of relaxation and cartoons, before Bruce put you both to bed. The next day you did as you were told, and when you went back to work you had the energy you needed to talk to your boss.

--

The first time you had met the Hulk he was in a containment unit waiting to calm down enough to turn back to Bruce. You knew of course, about Bruce's code green, and had seen the Hulk on the news enough times but you had never seen him in person.

You knew Bruce would be upset, but you couldn't help that they made it soo easy. There was no security since they couldn't imagine someone trying to lock themselves in with the hulk and there was no way for the Hulk to get out. So all you had to do was use your security clearance and then push a single door open.

The Hulk looked surprised to see the door open, but once he saw you there was clear recognition on his face.

"Do you know me?" You were hugging the wall, you didn't want to admit to second guessing yourself but he was bigger in person.

The Hulk sat on the floor, as if he was trying to make himself smaller. "Little one?" A smile broke out on your face as you rushed over to him.

Suddenly standing right in front of him you can't help but feel shy and can feel yourself slipping. "um hi."

He smiled and opened his arms letting you climb into his lap. The Hulk listened to you talk for as long as you could till you started to yawn.

"Sleep little one, Bruce will come back. We will keep you safe." You snuggled deeper into his arms and he could feel you smile against him.

"Ank you." You gave a kiss to the small part of him that your face was pressed up against and drifted off to sleep.

When the rest of the Avengers finally realised where you were, they barged into the room to find you asleep in Bruce's arms. He glared at them, and raised a finger to his lips to make sure they didn't wake you.

Bruce had yelled at them later, and beefed up the security much to your annoyance. You saw the Hulk sometimes. If there was ever a battle near your work he always made sure to run over and take you somewhere safe first. It pissed Fury off but there was no controlling him. You loved being carried away by the Hulk even if it did have Bruce slightly out of his mind.

You did get punished for that first time, Bruce had taken away your tv privileges for a whole week. He wasn't mad you wanted to meet the Hulk he was just terrified for your safety.

--

Tags :  @simpingbutch

[bakumu-archive]

you already have me

bakugou x reader

wc: 1.8k

summary: you expect to spend the night relaxing while bakugou spends time with his friends, until game night gets cut short and you become the center of his attention

cw: porn with little plot, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating (idk if it counts but just to be safe), he carries the reader (he’s strong, he could carry you), a lil fluff as a treat, aged up characters, established relationship

a/n: posting for third time hoping to show up in the tags ✌

“DIE, YOU NERDS!”

Chuckling to yourself as you hear Katsuki scream obscenities from the game room, you continue your work in the kitchen making dinner. Standing by the stove and waiting for the water to boil you can’t help but miss his presence, even if he’s only a room away.

Your thoughts drift through various ideas: what are you going to do for the rest of the night, if your favorite fanfic has had an update come out, what Katsuki’s schedule looks like next week… Your thoughts always drift back to him, the love of your life and you can’t help but be jealous of his keyboard right now.

Gaming night with the boys was—as much as he would never admit it—one of Katsuki’s favorite things. He missed seeing his friends every day like back in their UA days, but since becoming a pro hero, getting engaged, and buying a house he has had to shuffle his priorities around. Usually, you spend the whole evening trying to relax as his shouting soothes your eardrums from the other room, but tonight is different as his footsteps suddenly sneak up behind you.

Grabbing your hips, he pulls you back into him. “Hey princess, I’ve missed you.”

His voice is huskier than normal, sending vibrations right to your core. His hands grip your hips tighter and you push your ass back into him.

“Katsu! I thought you were playing games tonight?” Your question sounds whinier than you intended but right now you couldn’t care less.

He hums behind you, grinding his growing erection into you some more before muttering, “Denki had to stop, early patrol tomorrow.”

He turns you around and picks you up so you are sitting on the countertop, hands skimming down your sides until he is gripping at your hips again. Stepping between your thighs to get closer to you, his eyes rake up your body taking you in. Your breathing is heavy, making him chuckle.

“You’re so worked up already, have I been neglecting my pretty girl?”

If you weren’t so turned on, you would have rolled your eyes at him, but all you do is whimper. You pout as he smirks at you, moving his hands under your shirt to rub your soft skin with his thumbs.

How he is able to turn you into a whimpering mess with just a few actions is always a surprise to you, but it has been a few days since he’s given you this much of his undivided attention.

His mouth is just a breath away from yours as he stares at your lips. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”

Ghosting his lips over yours, toying with you, trying to drive you crazy. Surging forward, you try to capture his lips, but he pulls away just out of reach. As you beg him with your eyes to kiss you already, he licks his lips and lets out a deep groan before crashing his lips onto yours.

Tongue and teeth clashing into each other, he reaches one hand around your back, pulling you closer to him, while the other traces up your body to your neck. Angling your head, he kisses you deeper. A moan you didn’t even know you were trying to keep down emerges, breaking the kiss.

Feeling entirely too hot, you grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, quickly following it with your bra. Sucking in a breath as you expose your chest to him, he follows your lead, throwing his shirt across the room. Your eyes watch your fingers as they ghost across his abs before they move slowly up his body, bringing out a shudder from Katsuki. He’s holding his breath, waiting for you to make the next move. When your hands make their way up to his neck, you meet his gaze. His eyes are hungry, consuming your soul. It feels suffocating, but you can’t look away.

He moves his lips back to yours needily. He peppers kisses down your face before starting his assault on your neck. He starts out lightly kissing your skin at your pulse point, but as you moan more, he can’t hold himself back. He sucks and bites at your weak spots, intending on leaving his mark. His lips start to ghost down your chest as he moves his palms from your waist to your breasts, kneading them before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.

Moans escape from your mouth as your hips move on their own against his cock. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and your mind goes numb at the thought of him. Your hand reaches down to rub him through the fabric and you feel him pulse under your palm.

“F-fuck. Keep doing that, princess, and I’m gonna cream my pants,” he whispers breathlessly. He must be as frustrated as you if he’s already this close.

Looking down at him, you bat your eyelashes and whisper, “I’d rather you cum in me, daddy.”

A guttural moan leaves his throat. He suddenly turns to the stove - shutting off the burner that you had completely forgotten about with a slam before moving his hands back to your body, gripping under your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck as he effortlessly picks you up off the counter. Wrapping your fingers into his hair, he resumes his assault on your neck as he makes his way to the bedroom.

He places you down on the edge of the bed and you stare up at him. His body looks like it’s glowing. A thin sheen of sweat on his skin, fiery eyes roaming all over your body, and with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, you think he looks like a god. He slowly starts to take off his jeans, dragging them down his hips slowly. He’s teasing you, knowing that you are getting wetter from watching him.

His cock springs free and you gasp, realizing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sight of it makes your core clench. You desperately wish for it to be in your hands, your mouth, your cunt, honestly anywhere on you at this point.

“If you see something you want, you know you just have to ask for it,” he says as he closes in on you. His body encompasses yours. Looking down from above you, surrounding you in all of his heat, he places his hands on either side of your hips, waiting.

“Please, Katsu. I just want you.”

He lets out a small “tch” before reaching down to pull off your pants and underwear.

“You already have me, dumbass,” he says affectionately.

Your eyes meet and bask in the tender moment before his lips are on you again. Scooting you back on the bed, he climbs on top of you. Your lips meet in a frenzy, swallowing each other’s moans before they can escape. Both of you lose yourself to the kiss, tongues meeting in unison. He pulls away from you and you groan at the loss of contact.

His hand runs down your body, before dipping between your folds. A groan leaves him. “Fuck, baby. You’re already so wet for me.”

He gathers up your slick on his fingers before he brings them up to his mouth. Keeping his gaze locked with yours, he places his fingers in his mouth and moans. His eyes flutter as he sucks them clean. “You always taste so good. Mmm. If I didn’t need to fuck you so bad I’d eat your cunt out for hours.”

You can’t help but feel your empty hole flutter at the thought, but you agree. You are way too needy right now.

“Please, Katsu. Fuck me already. I need you, daddy.”

You can feel his body shudder when you drawl out those last words. He’s losing his composure and it’s exactly what you need right now.

He slowly spreads your legs out wider for him. He slides the tip of his cock against your clit and through your folds, drawing out moan after moan from you. And from the looks of it, Katsuki looks like he isn’t faring any better. He’s concentrating on not cuming already and he’s not even inside you yet. He places his elbows on the bed next to your head as the tip of him slides inside of your wet cunt, stretching you so deliciously. You missed his cock so much, even if it’s only been a few days. He pushes in you slowly and when he finally bottoms out, you both release a small, “fuck.”

His lips move against yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming himself back in, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. You break the kiss, arching your back, not being able to concentrate on anything except how he feels inside of you, as he keeps a steady pace fucking you expertly.

Your walls already fluttering around him and he moves his hand down to thumb at your clit. “Gonna cum for me already? That’s my good girl.”

At his praise, you feel your whole body tense. Your orgasm races through you, causing you to cry out his name like it’s the only word you know, vision turning black as you see stars, and your head swims in your high. His hips stutter as he lets out a string of curses before he pushes his cock deeper into your dripping cunt, spilling his cum into you.

He stays inside of you as he relaxes his body, putting some of his weight on you. Both of you are trying to catch your breath, as he looks down at you and smiles.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

You grin back at him, looking into his eyes that are so full of love and tenderness. “Yeah, I know, Katsuki,” you reply.

You kiss his nose, causing him to blush and you laugh. “Really, you just fucked the life out of me, but one kiss on your nose has you blushing? You’re so cute.”

He pulls out of you, rolling his eyes, and retorting, “Shut up, dumbass.” He climbs off the bed as you laugh. You roll to your side, watching him and following his ass with your eyes as he picks the discarded clothing off the floor. He reaches out a hand to you to pull you off the bed. “Lets get cleaned up and figure out dinner.”

You accept his help, using his hand to anchor yourself while your legs return to their non-jelly form. He kisses your forehead once you’re stable and as you make your way to the bathroom, he slaps your ass.

“Keep doing that, Katsu, and we’re gonna have to go for round two,” you tease.

He pulls you back into his warm embrace and wraps his arms around you. “Oh yeah? If we order takeout, I bet I could get two more rounds in before the food gets here.”

You laugh while he goes to find his phone to order from your favorite restaurant. You can hear him yell from across the house. “They’ll be here in 40 minutes, get back on the bed!”

God, you were in for a long night, but with Katsuki you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[darling-i-read-it]

Football Game

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight angst, the reader thinking steve was using them

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy darling!

Requested: by anon, Hello love! I hope you still love steve harrington because I'm here to request for him 🤸‍♀️ Reader is nancy's cousin and she's staying with them for a while and she meets steve and falls for him (not insta love tho, maybe you can jump a few weeks idk), but when someone tells her steve and nancy dated she starts to distance herself from him. A happy ending. Please 🥺

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Your Aunt Karen ushered you in the door. You smiled stiffly at your Uncle Ted and put down your things. Mike came barreling down the stairs, leaning against the stairway railing.

“Just let me know what you need and I’ll get it for you. For these few months I’m going to be your mother away from your mother,” she promised.

“My parents want to thank you again,” you said to her.

“Stop smothering mom,” Nancy said. “I don’t like it and she won’t either.” Nancy grabbed your suitcase.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just want her to feel comfortable. You’ll stay with Nancy until we clear out the guest bedroom.” You nodded once.

“Come on,” Nancy said, grabbing your hand. “You can fill her in with all the rules at dinner.” You nodded and let her lead you up to her room.

Your parents wanted to travel for a bit and had shoved you onto Karen and her family for a couple of months. You didn’t mind that much. You and Nancy had been friends since you were kids, considering you were cousins and all. You had grown up together. You would go to school with her and have an instant friend. It worked out in your favor.

Nancy put your stuff down beside her bed.

“I’m sorry about my mom. She can be a lot but you’ll get used to it.”

“Hey, she’s been my aunt all my life. I know how she can be,” you said laughing. You sat down on her bed. “But I start school with you tomorrow. Anything I should worry about?”

“You’ll just hang out with Barb and I all day for the most part. I’m sure you’ll make your own friends along the way.”

“Anyone I should steer clear from?” Nancy shrugged.

“I don’t want to give you any ideas about anyone. It seems unfair.” You laughed.

“Alright then. I guess we’ll see.”

===

Hawkins High School seemed pretty normal and you were thankful for it. The cliques were similar, the bad boys hung around the cars, the cheerleaders hated everyone but everyone loved them. You walked in with Nancy and people gave you only passing glances. You were unfamiliar and new. You had expected that.

You had your first class without Nancy. You sat down in the back of the class, hoping no one would notice you. Thank God the teacher didn’t catch you out front to introduce you in front of the whole class. You put your bag down and watched the class file in.

A boy sat down beside you. You tried to not look at him but he leaned over to your desk.

“You’re Nancy’s cousin right?” You turned your head and nodded. He leaned back. He was handsome. He had nice hair, a popular boy smile.

“You know Nancy?”

“Yeah. I’m Steve Harrington.” You shook his hand, surprised he extended it for you. “This class sucks. Sorry you have to take it.”

“It was all they had left by the time I signed up,” you admitted. He scoffed.

“I’m not surprised to hear that. Hey, we could help each other out.”

“You seem like the popular guy Steve, why do you need my help?”

“If you’re Nancy’s cousin then you’ve gotta be smart. It’s in your genes.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back in your chair.

“Yeah okay Steve. But I’m not doing all your work.” ===

You found yourself looking forward to seeing Steve every day. He was stupid in an endearing way. You kept it to yourself, not sure how Nancy would take it. You knew they knew each other but you weren’t sure how well and you were too scared to ask.

“My mom wants me to pick up Mike from school cause his bike has a flat tire so I have to head right there. Do you want to come?” Nancy asked as you walked out the school together for the day. You caught Steve’s eye. He waved you over, hiding behind a pole that was most definitely not hiding him. You rolled your eyes.

“You go on without me. I’ll find a way home.”

“Are you sure?” She followed your eyes and swallowed hard when they landed on Steve.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you promised. “Go on, Mike needs you.” She nodded once. She couldn’t possibly dump all of her and Steve’s past on you then. She would just have to wait to tell you tonight.

“Okay be safe.”

You nodded and she walked off. You weaved through the crowd to Steve.

“Can I help you, hide and seek master?” you questioned, gesturing to the pole. He walked around it and then leaned against it.

“Would you like to go to the football game with me?”

“There’s a football game tonight?”

“Yes ma’am. We aren’t the best team but we sell the best hot dogs,” he suggested. You laughed, holding onto your books.

“I should probably ask Nancy.”

“Don’t bother, she doesn’t like football games. Come on, please.” You pretended to think about it for a moment.

“Alright, fine. But you have to take me back to my aunt's house so I can change.”

“Done and done.”

===

Steve knew the way there which at the time didn’t bother you much. You didn’t even think about it. You walked in the front door, noticing you had beat Nancy back to the house.

“Hey Aunt Karen, I’m going to the football game. I’m just gonna go grab a scarf and jacket.”

“Are you going with Nancy?” she asked from the kitchen.

“Uh no, I’m going with this boy Steve from school.” She poked her head in from the kitchen.

“Steve Harrington?” You stopped a step up the stairs.

“Yeah how did you know?”

“Oh sweetie.” You walked back down the step.

“Yeah?” “Steve is Nancy’s ex boyfriend. They were going out for a while before she and Jonathan started dating.” Your eyes went wide. That’s stupid. He would have told you wouldn't he? He said that they were friends, not that they were ex’s. Your hand fell from the staircase railing to your side.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. You scoffed.

“You think...he’s being friends with me to get back to Nancy?”

“I don’t know but I do know that he was really hung up after they broke up. Nancy said it was pretty brutal.” You cursed under your breath.

“I’m not going out. I’m just..gonna go tell him to leave.”

You didn’t say anything else as you opened the front door and walked over to his car.

“That was fast. Where’s your jacket?”

“I don’t want to go out tonight,” you said quietly.

“What? But I thought you-”

“I’m not going out.” You turned around.

“Hey wait! What?”

You kept walking inside and shut the door behind him. You didn’t bother looking over at Karen as you walked up the stairs.

Nancy got home a while later. She walked up to your room and opened the door slowly. You were focusing far too hard on your homework.

“Steve and I used to go out.”

“I know,” you muttered. “Your mom told me.”

“But that was a long time ago. I don’t think I ever even really liked him. He’s all yours, I just thought you should know.”

“I really have to do this homework, Nance.” ===

You avoided Steve for a couple of days. You gave him one worded answers to questions and sat on the other side of the classroom from him. You ate lunch with Nancy and Barb. You just wanted to forget Steve Harrington.

“I kinda wanna go home,” you muttered to Nancy one day at lunch.

“What? Why? Is this because of Steve?” she asked. “Forget about him. I did.”

“Easier said than done,” you muttered.

“What is it with you, Wheeler women and Steve Harrington? He barely has any brain cells,” Barb commented.

“He makes up for it with hair,” you joked. You could see him across the cafeteria. He was hanging out with the other popular kids now, not paying you any mind. “Regardless, I’ll get over it I’m sure. Just let me verbalize,” you said. Nancy nudged you.

“Noted.”

===

The next class with Steve he approached you, sitting down beside you. Before you got the chance to get up he grabbed onto your arm, holding you back with the least amount of force he could.

“Can you please talk to me? I just need to know what I did wrong.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re telling me you don’t know?” He shook his head incredulously. “God, Barb was right.”

“Huh?”

“Steve, you didn’t tell me that you and Nancy dated. You used me to get to her.” You forced yourself to face forward. Everyone in the class was still talking. You had a couple minutes before the bell was going to ring.

“What? No! That isn’t what happened at all!”

“Steve.”

“I’m serious! I’m over Nancy, I’m happy for her. I like you for you, not because you’re Nancy’s cousin. I promise. I swear. Please look at me.” You turned your head begrudgingly. He gave you that popular boy smile that you had grown to love.

“I’m looking. Now what?” you asked, still forcing annoyance.

“Now you go to the football game with me and let me buy you a hot dog and let me drive you,” he said all in one breath. “And other things if you want.”

“Steve…”

The bell rang.

“Well? What do you say?” he whispered as the class started to settle down.

“Fine. Alright, fine.” He grinned.

“Perfect. Meet me after school in my car.”

===

You stood beside Steve at the football game. Your team was losing 42-0 but you could barely bring yourself to pay much attention. He had his arm around your shoulder and a hot dog in his hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want one? I can take the relish off?”

“I’m not hungry Steve thank you.”

“Are you cold? Here I have my jacket.”

“Steve.” You looked up at him, laughing gently. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Are you okay? Do you want my jacket?”

“Ha ha.” He put his head on yours and kissed your hair. You felt yourself flush and ignored it. You looked down and smiled.

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