#intermittent movie favorites

[bi-writes]

Your MOB au gives me so many butterflies 🥴 I hear the key to a long and happy marriage is to be with someone you think is funny. How do you think Simon and his wife make each other laugh? I can see them being the couple that gossips while people watching or MOB wrangles Simon in bed to show him funny cat videos on her phone.

mail-order bride

simon likes spending time with you without screens. he does love watching a movie with you, but one of his favorite ways to spend time with you is to open a little closet of board games and play one of them with you. he'll put on a little music, spread out the game, and you usually spend the evening sitting in his lap and playing either on the couch or on the floor using the coffee table or at the dining table.

"simon, what would you do if i was a worm?"

simon raises a brow, fitting a corner piece of the puzzle into place. he snorts a bit.

"wot are y'on, love?"

"i'm serious!" you laugh. "what would you do if i was a worm?"

"step on you, baby. you'd be a fuckin' worm. gross."

you pout a little, dramatically, and simon winks at you.

"olright, love. i'd put ya in a little box and cherish ya foreva. tha' wot y'wanna hear?"

you giggle, settling in his lap, picking up an edge piece and putting it in its spot.

"yeah. that's what i wanna hear."

"simon, look."

you hold out your phone in bed, shoving it in his face. he grunts a little, squinting at the bright screen, and he raises a brow as he watches a compilation of orange cat videos put together. he chuckles a little when he sees it, leaning over the bed and planting a kiss on your cheek. he rolls over onto his side, curling a big arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. he tucks his face over your shoulder, leaning over you, and you spend the better part of an hour giggling to yourself as you show simon the collection of videos on your feed.

the next morning, your phone pings while simon is away on base. you hurry out of the kitchen, wiping your floury hands on the apron you wear before seeing a request for a new follower.

you open the app, raising a brow when you look at the account without a profile picture asking to follow your private account.

pumpkin__eater141 wants to follow you.

you click on the profile, rolling your eyes when you see the only picture on the account a very grainy, filtered photo of two sergeants sticking their tongues out and holding up bunny ears behind each other. in the background, very blurry, you can see a glimpse of a skeleton-bone painted glove holding up a middle finger. the caption reads wankerzzz!!!!

the account has 1 follower (sudz_n_budz141), and it follows none, and you can't help but smile when you see the profile has nothing but a cherry emoji as the description.

you accept the follow request, and you follow them back. the whole day, every so often, you get a new video as a direct message. when you finish with the sourdough and leave it to rise, you start to scroll through the intermittent messages you've already gotten.

more cat videos. crazy dashcam footage with the comment "fuckin' mad." some woman who makes crockpot meals with every kind of bagged cheese you can get at the store on high for five hours.

you can't stop smiling. and when you pull out a pot to make dinner later, you and simon make eye contact before laughing.

"olright, baby, which one ya want?" simon murmurs, nuzzling his mask against your cheek. you giggle, looking up at the display. there's stuffed bears, big squishmallows, pillows. you reach a hand up behind you and caress the back of his neck, biting your lip until you point up at the big cherry squishmallow hanging by the top.

"gotta hit all the glasses to get that one, mate," the attendant says, and you look over your shoulder up at him.

"ooooo...not sure if you can hit all your targets, lieutenant riley?" you ask, and simon snorts, kissing your jaw through the mask before making his way towards the game counter. he picks up the toy rifle, adjusting it in his grip before holding the sight up and taking his stance. you bite your lip watching him. he looks incredibly sexy with that thing in his arms, even if its a fake. it's even sexier hearing the bell ring and watching your husband with terrifying precision knock every glass bottle down. one after the other, each glass falls, and you squeeze your legs together slightly as he goes for a bonus round and knocks them all over again, even quicker.

he turns around when he has your prize in his hands, a big fluffy cherry with a little smile and a little green leaf hat. you squeeze it to your chest before standing on your toes, and simon leans down to peck your lips through the mask. he wraps a big arm around your waist, and when you both pull back, you can't help your big smile, the laughter, that sweet, pretty shine in your eyes.

simon laughs, too.

it's easy when you're this happy.

[leebrontide]

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The Games We Play (Enforcer!Curtisx Reader)

Word count: 1,593~

Summary: Curtis and you never seem to be fully done. But did you want it to be over?

Disclaimer: ***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cute*** Reblogs help writers reach more readers who may also enjoy our work. As you like, kindly reblog~ <3

Warnings: 18+ for implied smut (v. mild), exes/lovers trope (what are they -- idk but she's his), mentions of gang activity/mob life, mob organization, sorta soft!dark but not in a so-cute way, angst, toxic relationship vibes, possessive Curtis, Reader is kinda stuck in relationship. This fic's unbeta'd and likely has some writing errors (I'll fix it when I get to it)! There isn't lots of backstory to this one so infer away AKA frustrate yourself with some mild angst, and HEA is depending on how you see it!

A/N: Hello laddies~ it's been some time since I've posted something. Hoping this little angsty fic would tide some folx over as I work on my existing fics! Don't hate me too much, pls 🫣 the writing muse is slowly making its way back to me. This is written for the lovely Missy @saiyanprincessswanie and her writing challenge! Hope you enjoy, lovely <3

Cuddling your jacket closer to your chest, the dirt road ahead was only covered by a dingy and dusty orange road lamp that barely illuminated the area. 

Chills ran through your body despite the warmth of your jacket and you clutched your arms together even tighter for added warmth. You knew better than to trust your friends to take you home the moment that they pre-gamed earlier that night— but they practically begged you to go out and you knew that it’d been way too long since you’ve had a girls night. 

Despite your mild desire to go out, you knew that it would’ve been best to stay in since the girls kept griping about hooking up that night with the first cute guy that they would see when they got to the crowded bar. 

As always, they convinced you that they wouldn’t abandon you at the bar, and like always, you believe them. Guess what happened.

Jessica disappeared the moment she got inside. Amber stayed around for a bit until she gravitated to grinding on a tall blonde on the dance floor. And Jenny was already making out with one of the bartenders in the bathroom. 

Annoyed, mildly tipsy, and frustrated, you decided to just head home knowing that they were likely not going to be seeing you again that night and were likely to call tomorrow profusely apologizing, yet gaslighting you into how much of a prude you were or that you needed to get out more. 

It’s not that you’re a prude- it’s just that you’ve lived that life a long time ago. And you were done with it. You enjoyed nights in with a cup of hot tea while marathoning your favorite movies. You liked to craft at home or bake a new recipe from that library cookbook that you didn’t get the chance to return yet. 

The girl's criticisms still got to you though. Even though you knew that you were confident in your own ability to have fun and engage with the world— you couldn’t help but feel absolutely bored and vanilla. 

If they only knew how untrue that really was…you made a commitment to yourself to live an abundant life once you left the world prior to this. But you couldn’t help but feel so alone. 

You shivered once more as your boots sounded against the graveled dirt with every step you took forward. Cars would intermittently pass you with their high beam lights, and you felt safe enough considering it’s just the local street. 

Seeing the Train Six Road sign up ahead, you tensed before taking a deep breath and continuing to move forward firmly. This part of town was unfortunately all too familiar, and you didn’t want to be in this neighborhood any longer that you needed to be. Especially considering the fact that he may be patrolling tonight. 

It was like your mind manifested in real time your absolute misery as you heard the incoming car behind you. At first, you didn’t give it any thought— figured that it was another cab passing through. But once you noticed the headlight overcast growing as it got closer, and heard the car wheels start to slow into a gentle stop, you knew it was him. 

You cursed under your breath as you didn’t even last two minutes until he caught wind of your presence (they had eyes everywhere). You also didn’t proceed to stop at all and continued to ignore him until he softly called out, “Get in, trouble. You’ll freeze out here.”

Releasing a loud scoff, you call out without looking back, “I told you to stop calling me that. And I was fine until you showed up, just pass by- I’m almost home.” 

You continued walking and didn’t hear a response. A spark of curiosity fluttered as you heard the car door shut abruptly and footsteps moving towards you to match your pace until a bodied presence was next to yours. 

Huffing out your frustration, you stopped to turn and face Curtis while crossing your arms. 

“Curtis, seriously? Get back in your car!” 

Completely ignoring the evident anger and annoyance that filled the cadence of your comment, Curtis merely smirked at you in response. “Dove, you know that’s not happening. Not sure why you think that.” 

Releasing out another scoff, you rolled your eyes at the other despised nickname that rolled out of his annoyingly plump lips. 

“I’m not your dove. Haven’t been for some time, or do you not recall?” Snark couldn’t be more palpable in your voice, albeit, the nerves trembled as they usually did around him. It’s like your body couldn’t help but react to him every time. You told yourself it’s the brutal combination of a cold winter and improper outside attire. 

Curtis’ smirk persisted and you hated him for it, “C’mon, dove— we gonna play this game again tonight?” 

You took in a deep breath and the frustration seemed to exhale out with your breath against the cold air. Your sigh echoed in the silent and dark trees around with a heaviness that came with the past. 

Even though you and Curtis haven’t been in a relationship for a few months, it seems that you couldn’t completely shake the bastard. And you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t still have feelings for him, but you didn’t want them. 

Your relationship together was loving, intense, caring, sexy…but it was also possessive and weighed heavy on your heart. Curtis’ role as your brother’s enforcer always brought in constant arguments and a coldness that you were desperate to stay away from. 

Andy may be your brother, and you love him, but the blind loyalty that Curtis has to him as his second— to do the things that he does, it’s not something that you want a part of your life forever.

At first, Curtis would just harmlessly flirt and tease you. It would be your little game for years, until he saved you from an incoming assassination attempt that was for Andy. Since then, Andy deemed Curtis to be your protector as an additional duty. The beauty of time and a little magic sparked something like a kinship between you two and the rest unfolded naturally. It was as if it was all meant to happen in the first place. An eventuality. 

But the constant possessive behavior- his tendencies to be controlling, and to know that he’d go out every night to seek retribution for your brother's organization…cause he liked it and he was good at it…had you forced with the realization that you’d never leave the life with Curtis still in yours.  

And therein lies you and Curtis, seeking to drift in and out together but never seemingly apart for too long. Of course, any opportunities to even move on from him were a lost cause. 

You’ll never forget leaving a dinner date a few weeks after you and Curtis broke up— only to come out and see Curtis resting against the car door, outwardly casual and relaxed, but the storm swirling in his gaze told a different story. It was hazed with an intensity that left your date stumbling away from you suddenly with muffled excuses of “leaving the stove on”. Meanwhile, Curtis’ threatening gaze wouldn’t leave the man’s figure until he got into his car and drove off. 

At first, you were angry. Rageful, even. You’d shout at him and push him, and Curtis would just take it. He’d capture your hands in his eventually and his blue eyes stormed over your presence with a light that wasn’t present moments before. It was that light that always had you accepting him back into your life. 

When you meet a person who would do anything to protect you, want you, and need you— you wonder why you’d ever give that up in the first place. 

Looking up into his mirthful gaze now under the ambient light, you felt the annoyance take a step back once again as that light seemed to shine brightly as you. It illuminated those spots in your heart that felt dark and alone. With him, you were never lonely. 

That’s what had you notably huff and pout while turning back around to get into the car. Curtis reserved his smirk and kept his ‘told you so’s’ to himself as he filed in right behind you. The car ride to your place was quiet until you realized that he bypassed your street completely and went down the dirt road to his place. 

“Curtis, why do you always do this? I trust you for one minute and then you pull shit like this? We are not together anymore. Why are you always testing this?” You didn’t even turn to look at him as you spoke resolutely. A frustrated kind of numbness settled in as he turned off the car to address you, “Dove, you can keep pretending you hate me, but I see it in your eyes. You’re mine—even if you won’t admit it."

His words filled you with a familiar dread and yet also toned into that dangerous excitement that only seemed to build as your eyes met his serious gaze. Hearing Curtis speak so candidly about you filled those spots in your heart that felt empty with longing. 

And that’s what made you go into his house. Eat some dinner that he made you. And later, end up naked in his bed while he cuddled you to his chest intimately. It just never seemed to end.

The thing is, did you want it to? 

A/N2: Not sure if there will be more of these two -- just a little dark angsty vibes, but I imagine they may have a HEA after a goooood long and healthy talk...well, if Curtis is even capable of that 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Touch

a soft steve blurb with fem!reader

some smut n some fluff

18+ MDNI

warnings: lil bit of condescening!steve, cockwarming

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Steve was a touchy person.

After years of never being able to share physical affection with others, he loved nothing more than being able to touch you. At any given opportunity, he would hold your hand and rub his thumb over your knuckles. Even on a short drive, he’ll have his hand on your thigh, squeezing at intermittent moments. He’ll hold you tight to him when you sleep; arms around your waist, a leg thrown over your own, and his face buried into the back of your neck. Touch was his love language and he loved you endlessly. 

Sundays were his favorite day as it was the only day where neither of you had to work. Instead, you got to enjoy a lazy day together full of soft touches and quiet words. The two of you wouldn’t get out of bed until well after noon, where Steve would then make you breakfast, shirtless with his sweatpants low on his hips while you sat on the counter and watched; music playing from the small stereo nearby. He’d give you sweet, fleeting kisses and tender touches between your bites of strawberries or peaches.

The best part of these days, however, was when you two would end up on the couch together. A movie would play on the TV, and you would slowly migrate from laying against him while he played with your hair to fully straddling him. You were always so soft and sweet, kissing at his neck and shoulders. He’d wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he rubbed a hand up and down your back. 

“Do you need something, baby?” he’d whisper with a smirk. You’d shake your head, burrowing in even closer, but unable to resist a whimper and a roll of your hips when he chuckled. “Don’t lie, baby. Take what you need.”

Despite how many times you did this together, you were still so shy and had to take time to build up your courage, but Steve liked that even more. He’d sit there, eyes still on the screen, but with a confident smirk on his lips and his entire awareness tuned in on you. You’d be whimpering and grinding down on Steve, wanting him to take charge like he usually did, but every time he would ignore you, clicking his tongue at his needy girl. 

Eventually, when Steve was rock hard against the apex of your thighs, and you were soaked through your silky pajama shorts, you would pull away, giving yourself just enough room to free Steve’s cock and to pull your panties to the side. Despite his attempt to focus on the movie, Steve could never help watching you sink down on him or the groan that would escape as you did so. The two of you would hold each other even tighter, enjoying the feeling of being as close as possible. You both could sit in that position for hours, only moving to get something to drink or put on another movie.

Usually, when the sun had set and you were starting to fall asleep in his lap, Steve would turn you over and softly fuck you into the couch, easily pushing you to the point of crying and falling apart for him. He’d finish deep inside you, then tenderly clean you up, before carrying you to bed and softly kissing you until sleep took over. Sometimes, however, and these days became more and more often over time, it wasn’t even about the sex. It was about the intimacy of being as close together as possible, about sharing the wealth of love you had for each other that couldn’t be expressed any other way but this ultimate form of physical attention, and as someone who had been deprived of that for so long, your willingness to express it with him only made Steve love you even more.

[woeswrites]

Yandere Stu Macher Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.

Notes: I realize I haven’t been active, like at all, but I am in college so it is what it is :p. BUT I am back with some Scream (specifically Stu Macher) content. They are extremely lacking in the yandere au department which is crazy to me, but especially when it comes to any sort of male reader. Like come on, they are literally so gay, but whatever. Anyways, hope none of you missed me too much, enjoy

He is SUPER touchy-feely (even before you two are in a relationship). In a perfect world he would always be holding onto you in someway or another. In particular his favorite forms of affection are resting his hand on your thigh and laying his head on your shoulder while either sitting next to you or giving you a hug from behind. It has absolutely never occurred to him that you might value your personal space

He loves spending all of his time with you. No matter what it is he wants you by his side. Movie marathons, parties you weren’t invited to, shopping, etc. are all so much more enjoyable when he’s in your presence. He’s got some tactics to get you to come with when you aren’t as willing (mainly begging until you give in), so you don’t typically get much time by yourself.

Any alone time you get will be intermittently interrupted by constant calls of ‘I miss you’s, ‘I can’t stop thinking of you’s, ‘what are you doing right now’s, and ‘I wish you were here’s. It doesn’t really matter what you’re doing or how important, he’s a very persistent guy

Despite how possessive he is (and he is very possessive), he’s also very cocky and full of himself. He wants everyone to know just how big he scored with you. He’d usually not one to think his partners are out of his league, again he has a big ego, but that is completely different with you. He’ll tell about just everyone he’s talking to about you and, despite hating when others look your way for too long, will introduce you to pretty much everyone he knows. You’ll be completely ingrained within his social circle

He loves teasing. It’s practically one of his love languages. Any time you object to one of his odd habits he’ll just assume you’re doing the same back to him. He’s kind of delusional in the way that he will never believe that the two of you are not always on the same page

He’ll fully believe you are dating before you’re actually together. Once he found you he knew you were the one, so it just never crosses his mind you could feel differently. If he was dating anyone at the time that would immediately be over, no explanation given to the other party. In all likelihood the relationship would only ever become official if you asked him. That doesn’t mean much to him though. He’ll still have your aniversary date memorized; when the two of you first spoke for the first time, and expects you to as well. He’ll pull out all the stops (flowers, expensive jewelry with engravings, dinner, etc.). You don’t have to get him anything, not that even a basic store bought card wouldn’t make him absolutely giddy, he just wants to bask in your presence. Despite it being both of your day, he’ll use it to celebrate you almost exclusively. Anything you want you can have. And the night isn’t over until he’s thoroughly praised your body head to toe

Never once will he feel embarrassed or ashamed of his feelings for you. It doesn’t matter to him if society isn’t too kind towards two men, you both are much above them in his mind anyways. It’s not like it really matters either way, he’s so well off that people are still willing to stick around either because they actually like him or the fact that he comes with a lot of benefits like great parties full of alcohol

Even if he isn’t feeling jealous, hickies are a must with him. He’ll completely cover you in them, lovingly and absentmindedly tracing them with his fingers as he listens to you speak. He loves knowing that there is a physical thing linking you to him no matter how far apart you are. This isn’t one sided either, he wants the same treatment back. If anything, he kind of enjoys that a bit more, but he would never admit it. Your attention and actions being completely focused on him just makes him buzz in excitement. His favorite spot to receive them is on his neck so he gets the best results socially, but the spots hidden away are just as fun. If they aren’t your thing he’ll try and wager with you to give in. You want to go somewhere by yourself for the first time in a month? Okay, fine, but only if you really go in on his jugular

He’s very talkative. Not that that’s a suprise or anything, but he loves to talk with or even at you. He’s vocal in all aspects of your relationship including in bed. Dirty talk is his thing. He’ll whisper dirty talk in your ear when he’s in the mood, doesn’t matter if you’re in public. And when the two of you are going at it he’ll switch between praising, degrading, and claiming you as his.

He doesn’t care what role you like, top or bottom, he’s up for it. He just wants to be with you in every possible way and if you feel more pleasure giving or receiving he is onboard. And he isn’t secretive about it. He’ll tell anyone who will listen about how he rocked your world or you rocked his last night. Mainly it’s Billy who’s subject to this, but only because he’ll actually sit through the whole conversation

Speaking of Billy, he’s about the only person he wont feel jealous with you hanging around. He was the closest person in his life before you came along, and even though you are now his whole world, the connection with Billy is still there. This is especially evident considering that he is still planning to go along with the whole Ghostface plan

He would keep you out of the loop whether or not you are truly aware of his true nature. He gets a kick out of the surprise aspect of the whole thing and would probably even convince Billy into letting him mess with you a little. He wouldn’t take it too far, but calls and a couple encounters while he is in costume would definitely happen. He wouldn’t want to end up loosing you, so it wouldn’t go too far, but it would be a lie saying watching you cower while covered in blood wasn’t a sight he had gotten off to before

He loves killing. The thrill of the hunt excites him to no end. If someone were to do anything like get too close to you he would definitely take things into his own hands. A few unplanned killings would make their way into one of Ghostface’s series of victims on behalf of Stu (Billy was not too happy about that, but what’s done is done) Once you found out he was behind the mask this would only happen more frequently as he has no reason to be as secretive about it

He might have some dark thoughts about hurting you on occasion, but he most likely would never act them out, finding more enjoyment in scaring you than actually inflicting any pain. Plus, if you get injured you’re out of commission for some time and he wouldn’t take the risk of not being able to hold you. During the spree killings Stu would say things to purposefully scare you, getting the added bonus of being able to comfort you afterwards if you became shaken up about it

Billy was annoyed when he was told that they would have to work the plan around you making it to the end and escaping cuffs with them, but it all worked out. He realized it made things more realistic anyhow, with three people making it out alive and all corroborating the same story to police. Billy and Stu would make sure you stuck to your scripted recount of events

If things did go awry then he would just flee with you both, it’s not like he needed much else. And he’ll make sure you know that too. So if you want to keep some semblance of your normal life you might as well try and keep their secret hidden

[boraluv]

picnic in the rain

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 not totally uninspired by Seokjin's "lovely runner" moment in "Run Jin ep 2" 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

warnings: none I think!

genre: 1.6k words of silly fluffy musings (banter is not my strong suit, but I'm working at it....)

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It’s hard for you to choose a favorite season. If held at knifepoint, you suppose you’d say summer. The long days, more sunshine than winter, with so many outdoor activities to pick from, tend to win points in the scorecard of your heart. But even so, you admire the variety of springtime flowers, the crisp colors of autumn, and the cozy brilliance of wintertime.

Today is of those late May days - low humidity, a kiss of a breeze, with intermittent clouds that freckle the cobalt sky- late spring, with the perks of summertime. After working overtime last weekend, you have a rare Monday afternoon with no schedules. Feeling untouchable, you packed up a few homemade cookies, your favorite spicy tuna kimbap, and even splurged on some grapes! A picnic in your favorite park overlooking the city is just what you desire today.

Romantising your life may not be practical most of the time, with how busy work and adulting tends to keep you. The spring weather wont last much longer, and you know the humidity will roll in like spring high tides, overwhelming and damp.

More than occasionally, living in such a vast metropolis brings you to tears of loneliness and futility. The anonymity gifts you certain freedoms, but it some days it feels burdensome. The human desire to connect has always been strong in you, and passing so many individuals daily draws out your loneliness. Today, however, the sunshine fills you up with unmatched positivity - and wearing your favorite sundress & flower-embroidered cardigan & cute white tennies, you don't mind being alone. It’s the kind of day where the birds sing songs just to you, the flowers wave like old friends, and cute babies in prams giggle at your silly faces while you wait to cross street corners.

Jazzy music floats on the breeze from a cafe across the street. Sunlight pokes your eyes. The cute straw sunhat you pulled off the top shelf of your closet has more tiny holes than you’d realized, and you wish you’d grabbed a pair of sunglasses to wear under it. Oh well! At least it’s cute and still keeps most of the rays out of your eyes.

Even on a Monday afternoon, the park is speckled with other visitors. Mostly you see parents with children, uncles napping on benches or aunties power walking & gossiping.

You spot a clearing on a slight hill; a large tree provides dappled shade, with a nice patch of sunlight on the edge of the shadows, perfect if you decide you want to warm up in the sunshine. Shaking out the wrinkles (and maybe a stray spider), you flatten out the colorful blue and white striped blanket. You’d thrifted it in college, and over time it’s become too worn to use on your bed or couch— but you can’t possibly bear to get rid of it, sentimental of all the buckets of popcorn and movies watched on this piece of fabric during university years.

Blanket settled and smoothed out (not perfectly, you don’t care that much- it’s not like anyone is going to take photos of you out here!), you set your tote bag down. In a perfect world, you’d be sporting a cute wicker basket. Alas, this is not a Pinterest board, and you don’t have room in your studio apartment for extra items. Instead, you pull your dishes from the Trader Joe’s bag (a gift from your sister, the last time she visited from the States). It’s multipurpose, cute, and ever so sturdy! Pretty cute, too, actually.

Tummy content after finishing up your kimbap, you pop a tart grape in your mouth. The little oblong green fruits aren’t your top choice, but fruit in Korea costs premium, and now anytime you get to eat fresh fruit, you whisper a prayer of gratitude. The firm fruit, popping with tart juice, refreshes you as you lay on the soft blanket.

The best part of a picnic is, of course, the food. But the second best part is always, always getting to enjoy the sunshine and a book! Pulling a worn copy of your favorite classic, paperback cover a bit scratched and the pages dogeared, you flip to the bookmarked section. A pair of light pink headphones have replaced your sunhat, lo-fi beats humming as you immerse yourself in the story.

After a while, you flip onto your stomach, white tennis shoes crossed at your ankles and kicking back & forth ever so often. Immersed in the familiar story, you relax as the sunshine continues to warm up the ground underneath you and the air around you.

An odd sensation, like little ..wet?!… pinpricks, pulls you from sleep. Blinking, you conclude that you must have dozed off!

Head jolting up, you grab your headphones and pull them down to your neck, disoriented. The sound of rain drops on the leaves above turns your face towards the sky, and you realize that the sun, who had earlier so kindly warmed and energized you, has hidden herself like a shy child behind clouds, now threatening to unleash a springtime storm.

“Oh!!” you squeal, quickly marking your book where you’d stopped reading when sleep overtook you. Shoving the book and food containers into your tote, you stand up, careful to not trip over your blanket- the park has mostly emptied out, but you’d still be embarrassed if you tripped and rolled down the hill in your groggy state.

Blanket folded into a manageable size, you lift it overhead. The raindrops fall harder, pelting the ground with juicy thwacks.

“Should I run for it?” you wonder softly to yourself. Grinning, the idea of running through the rain sounds a bit like a scene from a movie. “Why not!?”

With a shriek, you bolt. Puddles have already begun forming on the path, and you weave around them as best you can, avoiding as much mud as you can manage.

Damp hairs kiss your neck and cheeks. Breathlessly, you keep on, even though the skirt of your dress has also begun to cling to your legs as raindrops soak into the hem.

Eyes low and just on the concrete ahead, you realize almost too late the form of another human before you. Black adidas shoes and jeans, also wet for at least a couple inches of hem, stand before you.

Halted, you gaze up, underneath the shelter of your blanket, trying not to pant. A tall, slender guy stares at you, looking a bit amused. His giant umbrella, a cheery yellow, secures a dry perimeter around him. Dark eyes twinkle, and noticing your embarrassment creeping up your cheeks in a rosy blush, his face cracks into a smile. Plump lips show off a stunning set of teeth- you didn’t know it was possible for a human to have such a smile!

“I’m sorry!” you say, “I was running too fast, I’d dint’ splash you at all, did I?”

“No …no, not at all,” he replies. He runs his left hand through his long straight hairs, laughing lightly. “I think you could have really knocked me over if you didn’t see me, though. You looked as fast as a bullet train.”

“Oh, well, the rain caught me out on a picnic… and actually I fell asleep…and woke up to the storm…and decided to make a run for it towards shelter. I must still be waking up, I don’t typically run people down in public parks.”

His hazelnut eyebrows raise in surprise. “A picnic? That sounds fun. I’m sorry it got cut short.”

Motioning to his oversized umbrella, he continues. “I can share, if you’d like? I’m happy to walk you to a convenience store or bus stop. My umbrella is more than large enough for even these broad shoulders.”

You brighten. “My arms would love a break from this blanket, and it’s definitely not waterproofed.” Giggling, you tuck it under your arm and move under the cheery plastic canopy. “Actually, I have an extra cookie!! I’d be happy to trade it for your services.”

“I’m quite good at eating cookies, and would be very interested in this trade,” the man remarks. “But I shouldn’t take food from strangers - my Eomma wouldn’t like that. What’s your name? Mine’s Seokjin.”

You nod. “That’s wise advice. Nice to meet you, Seokjin, I’m Y/N.”

He laughs, the sound pinballing off the interior of the umbrella pleasantly. “Wonderful. Now that we’ve got that settled, what kind of cookie do you have?”

You pull out the silicone stashed from your tote, handing it to him. “Homemade chocolate chip. They remind me of summers growing up, so I made a batch recently. It’s our family recipe.”

His face remains stoic as he bits into the cookie, softened from your afternoon in the sun and warm air. Biting you lip, you watch and wait for the verdict.

“Very good, at least so far.” He comments. A sly look waves over his face. “I need to finish the whole thing before I can fully give you a review.”

“By all means, keep going then,” you respond. “I can’t promise that cookie is the best one of the batch, but it should be satisfactory.”

“You know what would make this really the perfect moment?” Seokjin mumbles, mouth still full of cookie pieces.

“A pair of dry socks?” you respond, laughing and kicking up your very soaked feet.

“Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but yes, that definitely wouldn’t hurt,” he says. “But also, some banana milk would just hit the spot. Do you mind a detour to that confidence store?”

He gestures, long fingers sprinkled with crumbs, across the road from the park entrance. The rain has slowed, but not stopped completely, and drops of water cling to the rails on the fence separating the space from the busy street and pedestrians.

“That sounds perfect. Let’s go for it!” In a moment of boldness, you reach up to hold the umbrella over his hand. Blinking slowly, you hold your breath.

“Great. It’s a date,” he smiles back, and pulls you forward to begin crossing the road.

[biteyoubiteme]

Taejun throuple!!!! Nsfw idmm

throuple taejun thoughts

yeonjun x fem!reader x taehyun

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly relationship, no mxm, oral (f!rec), overstim mentions, reader called cum slut/cockwhore/princess, prob forgot some sorry wc: 0.4k an: I got three taejun requests so im keeping them to write in the future when I can dedicate a full fic to just these two but I hope you enjoy something short for now <33

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They were always a team against you or with you. So easy to flip a switch and turn on you long enough to have you begging for them to get you off, begging them to stop the overstimulation. It was their favorite game to play. 

They could keep you going for hours, taking turns after one of them got off, waiting so patiently to go one after the other. They loved to play soft dom and hard dom, one of them completely ruining your pussy and the other making sure to keep you covered in kisses. You could have tears right at the edge of your vision, taehyun bullying into you, “My little cum slut wants to be used up huh? Tell me how bad you want me to fill you, tell me” his hand wrapped around your throat, using enough pressure to make you blink back up at him in hazy wordlessness. “Look at that jjun, our little cock whores gone dumb,” your answering whines dragging your orgasm right behind it. 

And when Taehyun would slump back against the headboard watching the way yeonjun took care to flip you over and spread your swollen pussy lips apart, dragging his fingers through your wetness and carefully circling your clit. “Now look at this sweet cunt, so fucking perfect,” plush lips giving soft kisses on tender flesh, ghosting along your folds. Dipping tongue cleaning you of the mess Taehyun had left. Blowing cool air right over your clit making your legs twitch, “you can handle one more, right princess?” 

After the two of them let you get away with anything you wanted. If you asked for the world they would hand it over on a silver platter. “How cute,” you would hold your phone to show them the set of pjs you had found, “what if we got matching pajamas?” you could see the look they shared, that slight glance that told you everything you needed to know, “Okay scratch that idea,” 

“No, matching pajamas would be great,” “just not those ones,” 

The three of you curled in bed watching movies, taehyun fast asleep with his strong arms wrapped around you pulling you as close as he could get you when you were half laying on yeonjun. Yeonjun who wasn't watching the movie but on his phone scrolling and intermittently taking photos of your cute reactions to the movie reflecting in your eyes. His free hand wrapped around your head playing with your hair and scratching your scalp enough until you fell as soundlessly asleep as taehyun was.

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[chxrrysangel]

Wanna Play a Game ?

Trick | roleplay

Pairing | Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings | i guess dubcon?? but also like not really, knife play, a singular mention of blood/injury, fingering, choking, oral ( m + f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), alluded to aftercare, mask kink lowkey, honorifics, degradation, dabi has a pierced dick bc I said so

A/n | not proofread, we die like men (i'll do it later, i promise)

Wordcount | 3,205 words

The night was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. The whirring of the television and your intermittent gasps of fright was music to his ears. Hellraiser had never been a favorite franchise, but with everyone raving about the reboot you decided to give it a shot. If you were being honest, Odessa A’zion was the sole reason for giving it a chance. The music took a turn, suspense making your heart race with anticipation. 

Ring Ring 

A yelp left your lips before even registering the sound of the phone. It was unlike anyone to call this late, small town and all. Everything closed at like 8pm, as if everyone old or young had an early bedtime. It was almost as comical as it was annoying. Shaking hands unclipped the device from its receiver, listening for the connection to stabilize. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi. Who is this?” 

You scoffed. “I think you have the wrong number.” 

There was a small beat of silence before the receiver picked up sound. 

“Do I?” Who is this guy? 

“Yes you do. I’m hanging up, have a nice night.” You ended the call, feeling a sense of unplaced fear. With a small town like this, everyone still used the yellow pages. The possibility of dialing the wrong number was pretty low. Continuing the movie, your mind wandered to oggling Odessa and Drew’s characters, the stranger on the phone long forgotten. 

Ring Ring 

Not even bothering to press pause, you picked up the house phone with clear exasperation. 

“Yes, can I help you?” 

“I’m sorry.” It was the same strange voice. 

“You called me again to apologize?” Some time between your question and the awaited response, a character on the screen screeched in pure terror, catching you off guard. 

“Yes I did. Are you watching a scary movie?”

“...yes I am. And I’d like to get back to it.” 

“Do you like scary movies?” 

“Some of them.” You figured that by keeping your answer short, he would eventually get bored and hang up. 

“Which ones?”

“Jennifer’s Body. Scream. Chucky. Ones like that.”

“You have good taste, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, I’m hanging up now if you don’t mind.” 

“I do mind, actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry but that’s too b–”. Your sentence was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Tentatively, you tiptoed towards the peephole and looked through to see nothing. 

What the fuck? 

You turned around to a dark kitchen, making you shriek. The television flickered back and forth on its own, fear and bile rising up your throat. The stranger on the other line seemed irrelevant at this point, too caught up in the strange sight before you. To make matters worse, the pounding on the front door returned, shaking you to your core. 

“Who is it?” There was no response, which only scared you more. With shaking hands, you opened the door and peered outside. The porch was empty, just as you had expected. You tried to calm your heart, deciding to worry about all of this another time. Every instinct you had escaped you, the naivete of a small town making you less cautious than you probably should be. You shook your head, closing the door to return to your movie.

Except the door got caught on something. 

A foot to be exact. 

Your eyes bulged out at the sight of the mystery black boot, fearing who could possibly be attached to it.. Your entire body shook with pure terror, a tall stranger looming over you in a mask. His head tilted in animalistic curiosity, unmoving but frightening all the same. 

“Did no one ever tell you the first rule of scary movies, sweetheart? Don’t open the door for strangers.” He chuckled darkly, stepping over the threshold as you stupidly stepped backwards. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, it was like you were frozen in place. The large man clicked his tongue with disapproval, seemingly at your lack of instincts. A gloved hand came up to your face, grabbing onto your jaw to hold you in place. You could feel his warm breath on your cold skin with his increased proximity, fanning your ear while he whispered. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing home alone, hm?” A tear fell down your cheek, too frozen with fear to respond or do anything else. He backed up a few spaces, watching you stand helplessly like a gazelle caught in the lion’s den.

“Not gonna run from me? But that’s no fun.” He sounded sickeningly disappointed, which only worsened your anxiety of what was to come. It was at this moment you noticed something shining in his other hand, your eyes widening as you identified the foreign object. He seemed to put two and two together, bringing the blade up to your face. 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry ‘m not gonna kill ya, not yet at least.” You’d almost think he was sincere if the circumstances were different. Even behind a mask, his smile was evident. 

As if some higher power guided you to sanity, you suddenly developed a sliver of bravery. So you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you without wasting a single moment to look back. Haphazardly you ran into your bedroom and slammed the door, searching frantically for a hiding spot. The closet seemed like your best option, having no time to think of something better. You waited there, breathing as quietly as you could muster given the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve never felt fear quite like this moment, which could very easily be your last. For a few minutes the house was virtually silent, but you couldn’t be stupid enough to be lured out under false pretenses. It was never that easy. Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, the stranger walking into your safe space. His large boots made impressions into the carpet with each step, a faint eerie whistle being heard under his mask. 

“Honey, I know you’re in here. Can’t hide from someone like me, baby.” A light shined in your face, blinding you as the closet doors opened. 

“There you are.” How someone whose eyes can’t be met could be so terrifying was incredible. 

You begged  for your life, feeling so unlike yourself. It was an out-of-body experience, kissing the boots of a stranger and begging him not to kill you. The coldness of his blade pushed up your chin, forcing your eyes towards where you assumed his own sat.

“I told you, my sweet, I have much better plans in mind.” He stood much straighter now, towering over your kneeling figure. The cloak he wore earlier was gone, although he kept the mask for obvious reasons. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Your eyes flickered down his figure instinctually, catching on the growing bulge  beneath his black jeans. He was enjoying this, although not quite in the matter you thought. You hated yourself for the wet feeling growing between your thighs as you stared. He chuckled, entertained by this moment. 

“I can see you staring.” 

The trance you were in broke, heat breaking out across your cheeks as you averted your gaze. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now, honey. I’ve caught you. And I think there’s a solution we both could enjoy.” 

The tall stranger didn’t wait for an answer, dropping his knife to begin unbuckling his pants. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. Purple scarring covered his lower legs, but your eyes could hardly focus on anything other than his dick hanging in front of your face. His tip leaked, red and swollen like it hurt. Metal jewelry glittered in the low light of the room, a jacob’s ladder and prince albert catching your eye. It was embarrassing how interested you were considering the circumstances. 

“Now be a good girl and suck.” 

Without much hesitation, your outstretched tongue gathers the dripping pearls of precum as you relax your jaw to accommodate him. He was large, much larger than most people you’ve had. The man groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, a ring-clad coming to place itself on your cheek. On occasion, he thrusted into your mouth, chuckling when you gagged. Tears began to well in your eyes, clouding your vision a bit. Despite his air of dominance, whimpers could be heard beneath the mask, signaling how much he enjoyed this. 

“So good, that’s it. F-fuck,” he stuttered. Using your prior knowledge, you began to roll his balls between your fingertips as you sucked him off. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, signaling that he was very close. 

“Shit, shit. I’m gonna fucking cum. Stop.” He pulled you off, not allowing you to refuse and push him over the edge.

“Not so fast, pretty girl. Bed, now.” 

Not arguing despite instinct saying otherwise, you sat down on the bed and awaited instruction. He didn’t say much, grabbing your arm and turning you to lay on your stomach. A coldness danced its way up your back and down your thighs, making you shiver. The heat from his body radiated off him like a furnace, which only made each anticipatory moment pass by even slower. Eager hands pulled down your shorts, being thrown somewhere behind his shoulder. 

“Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” You did as told, hearing a groan in response. Even through the cotton fabric, your pussy shined with arousal, making him more turned on than he thought was possible. Not wasting a single moment, he ran his fingers along your slit and pressed against your clit. He cursed under his breath as you leaned into his touch, desperate for any pleasure he was willing to offer. 

“Oh that’s cute.” 

He slipped one finger in, meeting little resistance as your cunt sucked him in. It was a sight to behold, making him wish he brought a camera. You mewled below him, ass pushing against his hand as you chased your own pleasure. He chuckled, enjoying how obviously needy you were and the lack of shame you possessed in hiding it. But just as you felt an orgasm approaching, he took his hand away. 

“Not yet..” You groaned in frustration, but stayed quiet otherwise. 

Dabi spread your legs wide, enough to accommodate his shoulders as he lay beneath you and brought your core to his face. The ball of his apparent tongue piercing rolled along your clit, making you cry out of pleasure. 

“F-fuck,” you managed to stutter out. His tongue was gifted, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive someone insane. He wasn’t afraid to be messy, loudly slurping and sucking to the point where it was almost nasty. Dabi pulled your body closer to his mouth, impossibly closer, like he was trying to absorb you. Your hips ground against his face, chasing your slowly creeping orgasm.

“More, need more.” Because you begged so nicely, Dabi obliged your request by curling two fingers into your hole. His thick digits pressed against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached. You could only blabber incoherently, speaking words that not even you could bother to understand. All you knew is that you were cumming, quickly. You collapsed on the bed, legs jelly and head fuzzy as you came down. 

Dabi couldn’t wait for you to come to, deciding to take matters into his own hands.  

He manhandled your frame, pushing your knees into your chest as he pressed his weight against the back of your thighs. The tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, gathering the slick of your cum. Majority of his face remained covered by the mask, but his wicked grin shone brightly in the dimly lit bedroom

There was a level of shame that lodged itself in your chest, embarrassed by how turned on you felt in that moment. 

“You’re even prettier in this position.” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could practically feel his cock in your throat as he stretched you inch by inch, agonizingly slow as he watched your features. He could tell you were overwhelmed, which only made him harder. 

“Fucking hell,” Dabi whispered under his breath. Killing you would be such a shame now.

His thrusts were slow but methodical, ensuring you could feel every single piercing and vein. His warm breath fanned your face, engulfing you in his scent as he held you close. He smelled like smoke, undercut by the scent of bergamot and the faintest hint of vanilla and mint. It was intoxicating. 

“I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum already?,” he teased. His tone was wickedly condescending, prompting you to try and hide your face in the sheets. 

His strong hand gripped your chin, forcing eye contact. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Be a good girl.”

His calloused fingertips rubbed circles against your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. It was almost like he needed you to cum, more than he did. He set a vicious pace, knocking the air from your lungs with every push into the mattress. He pushed your legs further, creating a new angle as your body curled into itself. It hurt so good. Dabi never shied away from being vocal, cursing under his breath as he whined about how good you felt. 

He leans down, pulling you into a kiss. It’s neither soft nor caring, purely animalistic as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. The hunger he felt translated across, desperation evident in his forceful thrusts as you kissed back. You attempt to grab his hair, realizing that the mask still covered most of his face. Uncaring, he pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be searched for later.  You taste each other on your tongues, the sin of it all turning you on more. He finally breaks the kiss, out of breath as he chases your lips again before rethinking it. 

“I–”, he dives back in for a chaste kiss, “– own –” , another kiss, “–you.” He remains close, practically sharing each breath between you as you stare firmly into his blue eyes. He pulls out, motioning you to turn on to your hands and knees. You did as told, submitting fully. The lack of sight as he shuffled behind you should have been anxiety-inducing, but it wasn’t. 

He dragged the dull edge of his knife down the indent of your spine, the most gentle of pressure enough to leave goosebumps in its wake. But as he reached the curve of your lower back, he pressed inward, pushing the blade into your skin until it broke. You felt a pinch that quickly flowed into a sharp ache as small droplets pooled on the surface of your back. 

He hushed your panic, pushing your head back down to lay against the mattress. The wet muscle of what you quickly realized was his tongue gathered the mess, licking up your back as you shivered. 

“I could do horrific things to you.” The darkness in his tone made it abundantly clear that he meant every word. It was exhilarating. 

“But first, I wanna play.” 

He leaned over as he guided himself inside, meeting no resistance as he bottomed out. His teeth nipped at your ear, a sensitive spot on your part. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, uncharacteristically gentle.

From this angle he feels so much bigger, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re forced to accommodate his size. 

“Fu-” the curse dies in your throat as it turns into a choked gasp. 

He brings a hand back to your throat, applying pressure to both sides as he guides you to straighten up against him, making him hit new depths that have you hissing out. You mewl as he continues to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace, make sure you feel everything. 

“Look at you, whining like some slut.” He feels you clench at that, smiling into your skin. 

You can only moan in response as he slowly pulls back his hips, the ridges of his piercings gliding against your walls.

“You’re pitiful,” he groans into your ear, pressing his fingertips further against your throat, cutting off the circulation for only a moment. “Getting cockdrunk by some guy trying to kill you. You dirty fucking girl.” 

You can only continue your pathetic whines, reaching back to grasp onto him for stability. 

He slams back in, letting you drop forward. You hardly manage to keep yourself up, limbs jelly and unstable. Each time he snaps his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping ricochets off the bedroom walls around you. He grips your hip bone, forcing your hips to meet every thrust. 

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby,” he huffs out, the building orgasm apparent in the slight shake of his voice. “Go ahead, say it.” His balls catch your clit, making your eyes cross as you struggle to stay present. 

“So good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you answer to best of your ability. Your answer was weak, eyes tearing up as you felt your gut clench. He was ruining you and he knew it.  He pulls you back upwards by the throat, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he moans into your mouth. 

“Say it again. Like you mean it.” 

“Fuck, right there, please. Feels so good — ha — I’m so close.” 

His fingers connect with your clit, working a mind-numbing pattern that has you nearly slipping out of unconsciousness as his vigorous thrusting returns. It’s harsh, the lines of pain and pleasure continuing to blur as you cum on his cock. Your body tenses in pleasure, everything fading into the background, before releasing as you collapse. 

His pace falters as his own orgasm takes over, spilling inside you as he cries out in ecstasy. You couldn’t even be bothered to consider the consequences of that at the moment, trying your best to catch your breath as you laid there together. 

Seconds turned to minutes as the reality of the situation passed over you. Dabi had hardly moved, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced on the last hour or so. You turned over to him, checking in on his current state. His blue eyes met yours with soft crinkling at the corners, heavy lidded eyes softening as he stared. 

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered. You obliged, leaning in close with the expectation of him wanting to tell you something. Instead he kissed you softly, a sharp contrast to the night’s previous events. He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly. 

“Was I too rough?”

 You shook your head assuringly, letting out a few tuts as though he was asking a stupid question. 

“Just asking.” He felt equally stupid asking, especially considering it was your idea, but he had to be sure. The bed dipped as he padded over to your shared bathroom, turning on the shower for the two of you. He leaned against the door frame, watching you curl into the sheets as you awaited the inevitable dragging to the bathroom for cleanup. 

[chroniclesofskz]

A Hearty Care

Felix Lee woke up to a gloomy morning, the clouds heavy with impending rain, but the weather was the last thing on his mind. He had received a call from Y/N the night before, her voice hoarse and strained, explaining she had come down with a fever. The sound of her discomfort tugged at his heartstrings, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. As he got out of bed, clad in comfortable sweats, he contemplated the long day ahead. He felt a warmth in his chest at the thought of being there for her, nurturing her back to health. Quickly, he threw on a comfortable outfit, grabbed a cozy oversized hoodie, and gathered a few essentials: traditional Korean remedies, a warm blanket, and his favorite movies. As he rushed out the door, he mentally prepared himself for whatever the day might bring, hoping to impart a sense of comfort and love to the girl who meant so much to him.

Upon arriving at her home, Felix was greeted by an unsettling quiet that almost felt oppressive. He tiptoed through the house, the wooden floors creaking slightly beneath his feet as if mirroring his anxious thoughts. Each step felt heavy with anticipation as he approached her bedroom, where faint groans and sounds of discomfort filtered through the door. Panic rushed through him; he pushed the door open to find Y/N curled up in her bed, her pale skin glistening with sweat. She was clutching her belly, the discomfort evident in her facial expression, and seeing her like that made Felix's heart race. “Y/N!” he called softly, rushing to her side. She barely managed to turn her head, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with fever, struggling to maintain a semblance of composure. He felt her forehead, and it was scorching hot—warmer than he had ever felt anyone's skin. He instantly knew she was battling a nasty virus, and the worry etched into his features deepened as he contemplated how best to help her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he settled beside her, gently moving the damp hair away from her face. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m going to take care of you,” he reassured her, his voice low and calm, radiating a warmth that contrasted with the chilly grip of illness. He carefully helped her to an upright position, checking her temperature with a quick sweep of his hand at her forehead, confirming it was alarmingly high. Sweat dripped from her brow as she shivered intermittently despite the warmth of her blankets. His heart ached at the sight of her like this, and he quickly decided that immediate action was necessary. It would help to cool her down and hydrate her, so after rifling through her cupboards, he settled on preparing a traditional Korean soup—Samgyetang, rich with tender chicken and ginseng—infused with flavors that would nourish her and hopefully fortify her immune system. As he moved to the kitchen, he kept glancing back at her, ensuring she was okay, and heard her shuffle softly in bed, a reminder that she was still hurting and needed his unwavering support.

While waiting for the soup to simmer, he returned to the sofa and settled the warmest blanket around her, pulling her close and pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Y/N, you’re going to be okay. Just let me take care of you,” he said, his voice low and soothing. She blinked slowly at him, a faint smile flickering on her lips despite the palpable discomfort, appreciating not only his presence but also the unwavering affection radiating from him. As the delicious aroma of the soup filled the air, he gently picked her up, cradling her like a fragile treasure as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Y/N nestled against him, appreciating the warmth he radiated as he transported her to the sofa beside the cozy fireplace. He threw another blanket around the two of them, ensuring she was cocooned in warmth, and as he settled beside her, he could finally feel a sense of purpose creeping in amidst the worry.

Once they were comfortably nestled under layers of blankets, he pressed a warm bowl of soup to her lips, urging her to sip slowly. “You really need to eat, Y/N. It will help you feel better,” he insisted with a hint of urgency. She hesitated, the thought of food feeling daunting when everything around her seemed heavy and lethargic. But his unwavering gaze and the kindness in his eyes made her relent, and she managed a few spoonfuls. However, just as hope began to rise, a wave of nausea immediately overwhelmed her. Before she knew it, her frail stomach betrayed her, and she leaned forward to rush to the bathroom, accidentally missing the toilet bowl as the contents of her stomach splattered onto herself and the floor. Horror crossed her features as mortification engulfed her. She looked at Felix wide-eyed, embarrassment washing over her as she tried to cover her mouth, but the effort was futile. Felix didn't flinch at the sight; instead, his expression softened with empathy. With a calm yet determined demeanor, he quickly sprang into action, helping her to the bathroom while murmuring soothing words meant to ease her embarrassment. “It’s alright, Y/N. We can clean this up. Just breathe,” he assured her as he carefully steadied her. He helped her wash up, using warm water on her hands as they quickly tidied the mess. Felix’s heart ached not just for the situation but for her, knowing how uncomfortable and vulnerable she must feel at that moment. After getting her settled and feeling a little more comfortable, he decided it was time for a thorough wash.

Gently guiding her back to the shower, Felix took charge. “Let’s get you cleaned up properly,” he said, his voice tender but authoritative as he helped her step into the warm water. “Just lean on me; I won’t let you fall.” With each passing moment, her vulnerability made Felix more resolute in his care. He held her hair back from her face with one hand while using the other to skillfully wash her hair, repeating kind reassurances that everything would be okay. The steam surrounded them, creating a comforting cocoon as Y/N leaned against him. The gentle tugging at her hair felt soothing, almost like a calming lullaby that made the world outside fade away. “You know, you look beautiful even when you’re feeling sick,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, albeit weakly, the sound a refreshing break from the heaviness in the air.

As he turned off the water and carefully dried her off, Felix noticed the way her body felt frail against him, her skin still slightly damp. He wrapped a fluffy towel around her, taking extra care not to let it drag or cause any discomfort. Once she was a little more presentable, he whisked her back into the living room, cradling her in his arms as though she weighed nothing. She felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, knowing he was risking his own health for the sake of her comfort. As they settled back onto the couch, the plush cushions enveloped them in softness, and Felix pulled her into a snug embrace beneath the blanket. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he murmured as he adjusted the blanket to shield her from any chill, leaning in to press soft kisses against her forehead, each one infused with warmth and reassurance.

With her head resting against his shoulder, Y/N felt utterly spoiled and cherished, the warmth of his presence lending her strength despite the fatigue weighing her down. Felix flicked through a selection of movies, searching for something light and humorous that could lift her spirits, settling on a light romantic comedy. As the movie began to play, Felix couldn’t help but steal glances at her, each one accompanied by a soft smile as he admired her resilience even in sickness. He could see the flickers of her personality shining through the haze of fever; her playful quips would occasionally slip out, making him laugh more than he intended. The sound of laughter from the film blended seamlessly with his soft chuckles, drowning out the pesky clouds of worry that had loomed earlier in the day.

As the plot unfolded on screen, he gently lifted the bowl of soup once more, still warm from the stove, attempting to coax her into taking another sip. “Come on, Y/N. Just a few more spoonfuls. I promise, it’ll help.” He held the bowl steady, watching her weary yet determined expression as she reluctantly complied. Each bite seemed to bolster both her strength and her spirit, a small victory amidst the feeling of helplessness. He wiped the corners of her mouth with a gentle touch, and she rolled her eyes at how nurturing he was being, but deep down, she felt grateful for every bit of it. Each gesture seemed to create a bubble of intimacy between them, and Felix realized that these moments—caring for her, watching over her, and nurturing her back to health—were perhaps more precious than any spotlight or stage he could ever stand upon.

As the movie played on, the storyline of love and connection mirrored their own situation in a way, wrapping them in a comforting ambiance. Felix’s fingers found their way to her hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly, and he could feel her pulse under his fingertips, steadying yet fragile. Every forehead kiss, every gentle squeeze of her hand, was laced with unspoken words that only they understood, a promise to always be there for one another, through sickness and in health. Y/N did her best to focus on the screen, the humor attempting to lift her spirits, but it was hard to concentrate when Felix was there beside her, emanating warmth that made her feel enveloped in safety. Moments stretched into eternity as they shared laughter, quiet conversations, and tender moments of silence, the rhythmic sound of the movie acting as a soothing lullaby that coaxed her eyelids to droop. As Y/N nestled comfortably against him, her body finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had clung to her for days. Felix noticed the softness of her breathing shift, becoming deeper and more even. He looked down to see her head gently resting on his lap, her soft features relaxed in a serene expression as the warmth of the blanket enveloped her. In that moment, he felt a swell of affection wash over him, a mixture of protectiveness and adoration. It was in this vulnerable state that he saw her true beauty shining through, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He knew she needed this rest, so he carefully adjusted himself, making sure she was comfortable without waking her. As her breathing settled into a peaceful rhythm, he threaded his fingers through her hair, letting the strands slip through his fingers like silk. The world outside seemed to drift away, the rain starting to patter softly against the window, creating a comforting backdrop to the sanctuary they had built together. Felix watched her sleep, marveling at how serene she looked, and a wave of warmth filled his heart as he thought about how doing something as simple as caring for her made his heart soar with happiness.

As the movie continued to play softly in the background, he leaned down and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispered softly, losing himself for a moment in the depths of their connection. He thought about how much he cared for her, the way he could easily see a future filled with laughter, support, and love. The moment he shared with her now, though simple, felt monumental—a treasured space carved out of life and illness that allowed him to show her just how much she meant to him.

Eventually, the comforting silence enveloped them, punctuated only by the light sound of the movie's dialogue and her soft breaths. As if sensing his gaze, Y/N stirred slightly and cracked her eyes open, a sleepy smile breaking across her lips as she focused on him. “Felix?” Her voice was a soft croak, but her eyes sparkled with affection as they locked onto his. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she murmured, half-embarrassed, but there was warmth in her tone that made him chuckle.

“You needed the rest,” he said softly, moving aside a bit to give her room to sit up. “Besides, I’d gladly be your pillow any day.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down for a moment, a shy smile creeping onto her face. Felix’s heart swelled as he watched her fumble with her blanket, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, the way she brushed her hair back behind her ear reminiscent of a scene straight out of a romance movie.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Y/N said, her voice a little steadier now. “You really didn’t have to, you know. It must have been inconvenient.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied earnestly, leaning closer to her. “It makes me happy to take care of you, especially when you’re not feeling your best. I’d do it a thousand times over if I have to.”

In that moment, Y/N saw the sincerity in his eyes, the warmth that made her heart flutter. Felix lifted a hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb gently against her soft skin. “You mean the world to me,” he confessed, the words spilling from his lips as if he had been holding them in for far too long. “And I’ll always be here for you, no matter what—whether it’s days like this when you’re sick or moments filled with laughter and joy.”

Y/N's heart raced as she felt the weight of his words sink in, each syllable laced with an undeniable essence of love. In a moment that felt both fragile and profound, she leaned into his touch, giving him a warm smile that spoke volumes even without words. As the tension of the day melted away, they drew closer, and without hesitating, their lips met—a soft, lingering kiss that held a promise of care and affection, sealing the bond that had formed through shared trials and tender moments.

As they pulled apart from their kiss, Y/N felt an overwhelming rush of emotion wash over her, a swell of gratitude and love that seemed to fill every corner of her heart. Tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks as she looked at Felix, who was still gazing back at her with a mixture of joy and concern. She had never felt so cared for, so seen, and the weight of it all surged within her, prompting the tears to flow freely.

“Felix, I…” she began, her voice choked with emotion. It was as if every sweet moment they had shared in that space ignited her feelings to the surface. She was overwhelmed by the depth of her affection, the realization of all the little things he did for her—like taking a day off to care for her, preparing food, and offering unwavering support. It was all too much; she felt vulnerable yet cherished, and it caused her heart to swell, bursting at the seams.

Without hesitating, Felix reached up and gently brushed the tears away from her cheeks with his thumb, a loving smile spreading across his face as if to let her know that it was perfectly okay to feel this way. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, igniting warmth that contrasted the cold isolation of her earlier illness. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice wrapped in tenderness. “You don’t have to hold it all in. I’m here for you.”

With a huge grin lighting up his face, he leaned in closer, wrapping her tightly in his arms, pulling her against his chest in a loving embrace. Y/N melted into his warmth, finding solace in the strength of his hold, as if the entirety of her being was well taken care of in that moment. The tears continued to flow, but the joy and safety she felt within his embrace quieted her fears, reminding her that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Felix held her, rocking her gently as he whispered sweet reassurances, and Y/N felt a sense of tranquility wash over her, a beautiful blend of love and vulnerability. She curled closer, seeking out more of his warmth as they settled back into their cozy cocoon, two hearts intertwined under the blanket of love. The world outside faded completely, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing the kind of affection that lit up the depths of their souls.

And in that stillness, as the rain continued to dance against the window, Y/N knew that she had found something special—something profound and everlasting in Felix’s care and devotion. With a heart full of gratitude, she nestled into him, feeling a warmth that whispered promises of love, laughter, and countless adventures yet to come, fully aware that together they could weather any storm life had to offer.

[doumadono]

Hawks and Q! 🙏 I love your writings❤️

A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed the prompt you selected for Hawks. I trust this short, heartwarming story meets your expectations. Wishing you a wonderful day ♥ The inspiration for this ficlet came from the following post

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

You found yourself entwined in the chaotic dance of everyday life, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that came with your relationship with the charismatic hero, Hawks. Being the freelance journalist that you were, you often found solace in the quiet moments, where your thoughts flowed freely onto the pages of your notebook.

One chilly evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you sat by the window in your cozy apartment, the city lights casting a warm glow on the pages before you. Immersed in the task at hand, you had your headphones on, delving into the intricacies of crafting an article about climate changes in Japan. The world around you faded into the background as your focus narrowed on the keyboard beneath your fingertips.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone, tucked away on the desk, buzzed intermittently, the ringtone silenced to prevent any disruptions to your writing flow.

Hours passed in the cocoon of concentration until, finally feeling the need for a break, you decided to peel yourself away from the keyboard. As you removed your headphones, the ambient sounds of the room rushed back in, and it was then that you noticed the diode in your phone pulsating, informing of a new notifications. Picking it up, you were greeted by the missed call notification, and your curiosity piqued as you saw it was from your boyfriend, Keigo. A momentary pang of guilt crept in as you realized the silence in your writing sanctuary had inadvertently caused you to overlook his attempt to reach out.

Your heart skipped a beat, anxiety prickling at the edges of your mind. Hawks rarely called, and the uncertainty of the situation fueled your imagination with all sorts of scenarios. Was there trouble on the horizon? Did he need your help in some perilous mission? The possibilities played out like a suspenseful movie in your mind.

Hesitantly, you returned the call, your voice carrying a subtle tremor. "Hey, Hawks. I saw your missed call. Is everything okay? I've been busy, I'm sorry."

There was a brief pause before Hawks' voice, laced with amusement, echoed through the phone. "Oh, sweetheart, everything's fine. I just wanted to hear your voice."

Confusion and relief mingled within you as Hawks continued, his tone light and teasing. "Got caught up in a little skirmish, you know how it goes. But I thought, why not take a break and check in on my favorite person?"

A playful grin formed on your face, realizing you had been caught in the web of Hawks' mischievous nature. "You scared me there for a moment. A call in the middle of hero duties, huh? Shouldn't you be saving the day or something?"

Hawks chuckled, the sound like a melody that eased the tension in your chest. "Well, I've got my priorities straight, and you're at the top of the list. Speaking of which, how about dinner tomorrow? My treat. We'll celebrate surviving another day in this crazy world, and maybe not only that."

As the conversation shifted from angst to warmth, you agreed, the prospect of spending quality time with Hawks brightening your evening.

The next day, Hawks whisked you away to a charming little restaurant, the city lights providing a picturesque backdrop. The evening was filled with light-hearted banter, with Hawks effortlessly blending his hero persona with the charming, carefree man you had come to adore.

The evening at the restaurant continued to unfold with a delightful rhythm. The ambiance was warm, the soft glow of the lights creating an intimate atmosphere that wrapped around you and Hawks like a comforting embrace. The laughter and easy banter flowed freely, weaving a tapestry of shared moments that deepened the connection between you two.

As the night progressed, Hawks, with his ever-charming demeanor, guided the conversation towards the future. The air was charged with a subtle energy, and you couldn't help but sense a shift in the atmosphere. Suddenly, he looked at you with a glint of sincerity in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he began, his voice taking on a slightly more serious tone, "you know, life is full of surprises, right?"

You met his gaze, curiosity mingling with a touch of excitement. "I'm all ears. What surprise do you have up your sleeve, Hawks?"

He reached into his pocket, pulling a small box that gleamed in the candlelight.

The guests around you, previously engrossed in their own conversations, began to take notice as Hawks opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that sparkled in the soft glow. A hush fell over the restaurant, and all eyes turned towards the unfolding scene.

Hawks, maintaining his characteristic cool, yet playful demeanor, spoke words that echoed with sincerity. "I've been doing some thinking, and, well, how about we make this adventure called life a bit more official?"

The realization hit you like a gentle wave, and your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and joy. You covered your mouth wth a curled palm. "Keigo, do you…?"

The room seemed to hold its breath as Hawks continued, "Will you make me the happiest bird in the sky and be my forever partner in crime?" With a smirk, Hawks added, "Come on, it's not every day you get proposed to by the fastest bird in the sky. Don't keep a hero waiting."

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears of happiness welled up in your eyes. In a voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "Yes, Hawks. A thousand times, yes."

As Keigo slipped the ring onto your finger, the guests erupted into a mix of applause and cheers.

Hawks, couldn't resist a triumphant grin as he pulled you into a tender embrace.

The world around you blurred as the reality of the proposal sank in, and you couldn't help but cry tears of joy, feeling the warmth of love enveloping you like a soft, comforting blanket.

As the night unfolded, and as you walked hand in hand with Keigo through the city streets, returning to your shared flat, the lights flickering like stars overhead, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty that unfolded from that one missed call.

[intricatechaosofyou]

I have a request for you

TW: mentions of being sick (like a cold)

Hey I'm feeling a bit sick so I was wondering if you could write how Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia,Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw would do that or something?

You don't have to I was just wondering

Sick Days

Pairing: x gn!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: You’re not feeling well. Luckily the Navy’s best is a pretty good nurse. Just some headcanons about how our favorite flyboys react to you being sick :)

Request: yes

Warnings: being sick (symptoms similar to a head cold), medicine

Author’s note: this is my first request???? Wtf?? And I hope you feel better hun!! <3 this is actually a little late cause I got sick too so perfect timing haha. Also first time writing for most of these characters! I hope you enjoy!!

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Robert “Bob” Floyd:

My guy gets so worried

Does a quick little Google search to make sure he’s giving you the best medicine for your symptoms

He will make sure you’re so comfy in bed

You’re surrounded on all side by pillows and blankets and tissues

It’s a glorious nest

He’ll make you tea with honey to soothe your throat and help you drink it

Constantly checks in on you to make sure you’re still doing okay

Barely leaves your side

When he does, he’s texting you constantly

Like seriously, he’ll be in the kitchen and text you

[are you feeling alright?]

[Robby, you saw me thirty second ago]

[just checking]

Not to mention he cannot say no to you while you’re sick

You wanna watch that horror movie he despises? Anything for you

You wanted to know if he’d make his mama’s famous biscuits? Say no more

Literally pampers you

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw:

Mama Carol taught this boy the ✨best✨ soup recipe

Like it cures all

The second you sniffle or cough, he’s racing to the store to get the ingredients

Rooster is such an acts of service person, so he’d totally make this soup to show his love

He’ll do everything within his power to make you better: soup, make sure you get plenty of sleep, get your medicine, and if you claim a kiss will make you better? How can he resist

Definitely goes a little bit overboard in his caring

The softest, sweetest voice while he’s talking to you

“Hey, chicken. You gotta eat. I made my mom’s famous soup”

Will rub your back as he sings you to sleep

While you sleep, he gets the soup put away and makes dinner

Except to pampered, you will not be lifting a finger

No cooking, no cleaning for like a month after you get sick

Rooster’s taking care of it all (and if he misses his training, he’ll get Mav to understand)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin:

He’s a complicated man

You mention you’re sick and his immediate response is “don’t get me sick”

You cough or sneeze and he’s out of bed in an instant

And it’s hurts, like does he really prioritize not getting over your well being

You wallow in self pity for ten minutes until he comes back in with a box of tissues, cough medicine, some water, and a large glass of orange juice

“You were out of orange juice so I went to get some, babe”

He left to get you some “sick supplies” to get you better faster

Cause he’s a sweetheart when he wants to be, and he’s gotta make sure his sweetheart is good to go

He makes you stick to Navy routine:

Medicine every few hours, drinking a glass of water every hour, taking your temperature intermittently

It’s funny honestly, cause he’s never cared for the rules but the second you’re sick he’s the biggest stickler for the rules ever

“No, baby, you gotta take the medicine. It’ll help you feel better”

“Jakey, I don’t want to”

“C’mon, sooner you’re better, sooner I can kiss you”

You think over his words for a second before holding out your hand and letting him hand you the pills

He’s gonna get you better as soon as possible (he really misses your kisses)

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia:

He’s the type to try to distract you

You aren’t feeling well? Time to break out the jokes

Dances like an idiot when he delivers you soup or juice or anything like that

And don’t get me started on how intuitive he is (that’s what he gets from being a backseater)

You want soup? Stove’s already on

Need some water? Full glass is already ok the nightstand

Out of tissues? Where’d that new box come from?

Literally anticipates your every need

And if you just want cuddles? This is your man

He will cuddle your sickness away

“Babe, I don’t think that’s how it works” “shhhhhh”

He will let you lay your head on his chest as your watch dorky shows and he really earns his call sign as “Fanboy”

Definitely the one to subtly try and slip you medicine so you don’t notice and won’t taste it

One of the bestest boys to have with you while you’re sick 10/10

[moonstruckme]

Hey! I recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! I’m having a stressful time with schoolwork at the moment and it’s really comforting for me. I was wondering if you’ll take my request of the mauraders comforting y/n after she doesn’t get into the university she loves (Cambridge)? My interview’s in a few days and I’m feeling nervous about the result if it goes badly. Or anything along those lines really!! Thank you for your work! <33

Hi babe, I'm glad you like them! Good luck if you haven't done your interview yet, and please try to keep in mind (I know it's not easy, I was shit at it when I was applying to universities) that it'll all be okay regardless! I never would have imagined I'd end up at the school I did, but I've had an amazing time here, so I think it really is what you make it <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Your heartbreak is intermittent. Your boyfriends have affixed you with everything you need, from your heaviest blanket to your favorite treats from the corner store, but even with the distraction of your comfort movie on the TV in front of you, James keeps catching the occasional sluggish tear rolling down your face. It seems like you’re only able to slip free of your grief for a few minutes at a time before you remember it, tiny sounds of anguish slipping past your lips as your eyes fill with tears all over again. 

He reaches over you now as a silent sob jerks your shoulders, tucking you under his arm. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers feebly. The words feel emptier with each repetition. 

You clearly don’t believe him, sniffling and pulling your legs closer to your chest. 

Your boyfriends share in your agony, Remus keeping his stare determinedly on the movie despite the worried set to his brows while Sirius’ eyes keep flitting to you, continually looking like he’s about to say something and then deciding against it.

Something must happen in that head of yours, because suddenly your crying worsens, awful, wracking sobs tearing out of you despite how hard you’re clearly trying to suppress them. 

Remus turns around in his seat, crestfallen. “Dovey, come on,” he pleads, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. Your ragged breaths sound worse in the new silence. “You’re okay, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say miserably. You press a hand to your mouth to quiet yourself.

“No, don’t be sorry.” James scrubs a hand up and down your shoulder. “Let it out if you need to, angel.” 

You won’t, face growing blotchier by the second, but you do lean into his side as a compromise. 

“I know you’re disappointed,” Remus says tentatively, “but I really do think it’ll all work out in the end. In a year this won’t seem nearly as important. Probably sooner.” 

You don’t respond; you don’t believe him, either. 

On your other side, Sirius makes a soft sound. “What’s going through your head, sweetness?” 

“Just—” you sniff, wiping a hand under one eye too roughly for James’ liking. He intercepts it, thumbing the tears from your other cheek far more tenderly. “I’m so d—disappointed in myself.” You break halfway through, covering your mouth with your hand as sobs jostle their way out of you. 

“Don’t say that.” Sirius is practically begging. “You worked so hard, there wasn’t anything more you could have done.” 

“You—you can’t know that. I could have tried harder.” 

“Darling, these are pointless thoughts,” Remus says gently. “There’s no use in thinking about what might have been different. You did work very hard, maybe as hard as you could, but it’s done now.” 

Your only response is a soft, half-repressed keening sound, and Remus gets out of his seat, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of you. His knees bump the couch as he reaches forward to grasp your ankles. 

“What do you want for yourself—say, a year from now?” 

Your eyebrows scrunch while James’ rise. He’s not sure this is the line of thought Remus should be leading you down right now; up until a couple hours ago, the answer had hinged on the university you’ve just been rejected from. Sirius looks similarly dubious, gray eyes moving between you and Remus warily. 

“Take your time,” Remus urges. One of his palms slides up the line of your calf and back down again. “Think about it.” 

“I want…I want good friends at my school,” you say, eyes downcast as you think. “I want to like where I live—to feel at home—and to like my classes too.” You look up at him and your eyes have gone glossy. “I just want to be happy,” you whimper. 

There’s heartache in the crease of Remus’ brows, but he rubs your shin consolingly. “You will be happy, sweetheart. None of the things you just said are exclusive to any one school.” He rests both hands on your knees, giving them a little squeeze. “I know it might not feel like it right now, but that wasn’t your only path to happiness. You might even make better friends, or take more interesting classes, or feel more at home wherever you end up than you ever would have at that place.” A tear dribbles down to your chin, and Remus’ eyebrows scrunch concernedly. “Do you get what I’m saying?” 

“I do. Thanks. Just, I can’t—” You suck in a breath, trying to keep more tears at bay. “I can’t think about that right now.” 

“I know.” He rubs your calf, lips pursed. “I know you’re not ready to think about what’s next just yet, darling, but just know you’re going to be alright. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready.” 

“Do you want to wallow for a bit?” Sirius asks, cozying up to you and needling his arms under yours to hug you from the side. You sniff, and he takes it for agreement, setting his chin on your shoulder. “Perfect.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Wallowing is my specialty, sweetpea. If you wanna cuddle for the next twelve to eighteen hours, I’m your man.” 

“You do have work in the morning,” Remus reminds him idly. 

“Priorities, Moony. Our beautiful genius sweetheart is sad, if I have to shirk all my responsibilities for the next two weeks to cuddle her, then that’s a small price to pay.” 

His scheme works, and a tiny smile worms its way onto your lips. James can practically feel Sirius’ internal fist-pump. 

“What?” he goads you, giving your jaw another quick kiss. “You don’t think I’ll do it? No sacrifice is too much for my girl, you know.” 

“This is not wallowing,” you point out, and he pouts at you. 

“Fine, you’ve caught me.” He dips his head to nip at the ticklish spot on your neck, a near desperate move in James’ opinion, and grins when you giggle unwillingly. “I only like it when I wallow. I want you smiling, without a single unpleasant thought going through that lovely head of yours, all day long. But alas,” he sighs exaggeratedly, resting the side of his head on your shoulder, “we can mope, if that’s what you want.” 

You don’t reject his offer, placing your head atop his, but James notices that some of the heaviness has waned from your countenance. He leans over and presses his lips to your temple.

[ro-writesstuff]

domestic life - george daniel

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

summary: a lazy sunday around the daniel household.

a/n: i love the idea of married george and reader, so here you go

content warnings: smut, domestic george

george was standing in front of the couch with the task of trying to find a movie for you two to watch. the remote swiped through all categories: horror, comedy, thriller, you name it. he finally settled on 'Pride and Prejudice' after about ten minutes, hitting play and feeling quite proud of himself, since it was your favorite movie after all.

the metal band glimmered in the light as your hand moved to press the 'popcorn' button, memories flooding back to when george was bent on one knee, glee imminent in his eyes as he asked you to marry him.

george's arm snake around your waist, causing your pulse to quicken as you watch the packet turn round and round in the microwave. his hands rested on your hips, fingers firm against them. you can't seem to take your eyes off them.

the steadiness reminds you of a particular time he came home late from the studio and held and fucked you into the next day, leaving red marks and hickeys all over you.

your face flushes as you think about the memory.

"what're you gettin' all coy about, hmm?"

you smile, trying to rid of the naughty thoughts. "nothing, can we just watch, please?"

your husband takes you in: face flushed, voice quiet and words minimal. you want something, and he knows exactly what it is.

"say the word and we'll do more than just watch the movie, love." he places a chaste kiss on your temple, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch. you scoffed as the opening credits played, the thoughts still bouncing around in your mind.

***

about halfway into the movie, george had dozed off, small snores escaping his chest. like clockwork, he fell asleep at your favorite scene; not that you minded, you just thought it funny. his arm was slung across your lap as your fingers mindlessly dragged against the ink on his skin. though you loved his striking voice and strong aura, you always loved seeing them in moments like this.

calm and peaceful.

he stirred, the soothing sensation on his skin slowly pulling him out of sleep. "hi, my gorgeous wife," gruff and calm, the four-letter word danced around you in the air as he pulled himself closer to you.

"hello, my darling husband."

"look gorgeous," mumbling, he pushed his lips against your arm.

the soft contact caused your stomach to flip. "oh is that right," you giggled, his now much larger frame hovering over you.

"mhmm, always." dragging his lips down your neck, he lightly sucked earning small whimpers from you. his body melted on top of yours, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent and needy.

"george," you moaned, his lips soft against your skin, causing your breathing to become uneven as his hands roamed all over your body.

“mm?”

“want you to eat-“

“way ahead of you,” he interrupts, eyes closing in on your lower half. you feel your stomach surge with excitement as he peels off your underwear.

your head turns to the slight tapping of rain against the glass catching your attention for a moment, the noise tranquil and serene. george’s mouth latches onto your skin, pulling your attention back to him.

he devours you like a man starved, folds wet and ready for him as he intermittently places kisses on the inside of your thighs.

you feel like you’re going to explode as he thrusts his fingers into you. moans escape your lips as george himself groans into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt. the band in your stomach starts to unravel faster and faster with every thrust and press of his lips. “fuck, georgegeorgegeorge,” you babble.

“come for me darling, know you want to,” he says, movements never haltering. need starts to grow in him as you start to flutter away from him, moaning and chanting his name like a prayer. with a few more thrusts, your juices gush all over his hand as he feels himself tighten against his pants.

panting, your eyes slowly opened to see his pupils dilated and focused, yet filled with want and love.

the room is quiet for a moment, tension evident between you. he plants a kiss on your lips and says, “want to fuck you,” his eyes flicker between you and your chest, “please?”

you nod eagerly, scooting yourself up as he readies himself into you. lips connect again as he slides into you, your walls clenching him as he groans.

he fills you up, inch by inch, a quiet whimper falling from your lips when he bottoms out. you let out a synchronized breath as you grip into his strong arms.

no one’s ever made him feel good the way that you have; it hits him that he’s yours.

forever.

he moans at the thought, as he thrusts into you harder, earning whimpers and pleads from you to keep going.

“mine,” he groans, “all for me,”

“all yours honey, fuck,” you breathe.

“shit y/n,” he grinds himself harder into you as you come undone, panting and breathing out his name. he groans at the obscene sounds as he continues to grind himself harder into you, body spazzing as he paints your walls white.

you lay there, sticky and content, a smile stuck on both of your faces as you listen to to light tapping of the rain.

“i love you,” you say, slightly out of breath.

“i love you more, darlin’.”

george shuts his eyes, feeling safe and in his happy place: with you.

[lostmysockies]

𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙘𝙨 (bc I can)

this is just what I think guys don’t fight me if I give him smthn y’all don’t like 😔

ART CREDITS TO @ijustwannahavefunn

• Dyes his hair black every once in a while. (Why? Once he saw his brown hair coming back and freaked out.)

• Anemic (if you do not know what Anemia is Google it.)

• Watches my little pony (strictly friendship is magic)

• Monster energy addict and atleast has three to four cans a day.

• Man likes pickup trucks, specially Ram though.

• Read the Warriors series in order but denies knowing anything about them

• Greek mythology nerd but will never admit it

• He has random plastic water bottles scattered all over his room.

• He loves nu-metal, his favorite band is Slipknot he seems like a slipknot guy does he not?

• Likes Treaty Oak Revival

• 5’10 but will tell you he’s 6 foot

• 25 years old

• He didn’t fully cut through his cheeks so there’s nasty scars that he reopens every once in awhile

• Definitely owns vapes and definitely a stoner

• Picks on Toby

• His best friend is Smile dog (Dog is a man’s best friend)

• He lets smile sleep in his room and has a bed and blanket for him but would rather have Smile sleep in bed with him (who doesn’t love to have their dogs with them?)

• Casually calls Smile his baby

• Definitely into the 2000’s emo style

• Doesn’t have sheets on his bed he claims they “make him heat up”

•Band posters all over his room

• Bisexual

• My dude yells slurs just for fun..

• Surprisingly showers often

• His ears are littered in piercings he either did himself or had Eyeless Jack do for him.

•Also has spider bites, eyebrow piercing, and a nose stud

• Put on guy liner and eye shadow

• For his sake he has eyelids (unless you want him to carry around eye drops 24/7)

• Burns and scars up and down his arms and neck

• favorite animal is a shark

• He’s def narcissistic

• Somewhat distant

• scary ahh blue eyes

• His favorite pony is Rainbow Dash cause he thinks they act alike

• misses his brother but would never admit it

• Has up a thick veil of bravery

• His hair comes down to his shoulder blades

• paints his nails black

• only wears stainless steel jewelry

• only uses a lamp in his room for light, if someone turns on the light in the ceiling he hissed and screeches “the big light”

• Satanist or Atheist (he hasn’t decided yet)

• Has a southern drawl when he yells

• He has intermittent explosive disorder.

• he likes spoof horror movies

• Owns a pair of black Durango cowboy boots but rarely ever wears them

• doesn’t like candles and will blow them out if he see’s them

• Can’t hear shit, you could be talking to him and he’d say “huh.”

• He has insomnia

• Knows a bit of French, probably only how to say yes and no

• 100% destroys his ears with how loudly he listens to music

• Draws out his feelings and keeps them in a sketchbook in his mattress.

• His bedroom door is always closed no matter what.

• This man SHEDS and I mean SHEDS, he could take a shower and there’ll be black hair on the walls and shower curtain.

• wears cologne a lot

• has dog tags around his neck.

THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF 😭😭 RAHHHHHHHH I’m going to sleep 😖 I love yalls good night/day ..

[heireign]

𝑴𝑼𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑬 , a fun little dash game .

ALIAS / NAME: kore

BIRTHDAY / AGE: june 23rd / 24.

ZODIAC: cancer sun, pisces moon, taurus rising

HEIGHT: 5'11”

HOBBIES: reading, baking, painting, writing.

FAVORITE COLOURS: dark blue, green and purple.

FAVORITE BOOKS: a song of ice and fire, fire and blood, the life and death of anne boleyn by eric ives, the empress of the east by leslie peirce, the wrath and the dawn by renée ahdieh, she who became the sun by shelley parker chen. the revenge of the sith novelization by matthew stover.

LAST SONG: aimed to kill - piano version by jade lemac. I redid my nyra playlist and I was listening to it last night 🙏

LAST MOVIE: titanic ( 1997 )

LAST SHOW: yellowjackets, specifically I’m currently on 2x05 which means I’m half way to being caught up with the show ( I have been spoiled thoroughly on tiktok ) BUT IM ENJOYING IT THOROUGHLY, no notes about it. I also have been rewatching interview with the vampire s2 intermittently.

RECENT READ: I’m currently half way through a storm of swords, and I’ve just finished a clash of kings. im also currently in the midst of a reread with empress of the east by leslie peirce.

FUN FACT: the notion that medieval people drank wine / ale / mead because their water sources were so polluted it was entirely unsafe to drink is a myth.

tagged by: @loreforged & @calantar < 3

tagging: @sentys and anyone who hasn’t done this yet, take it and tag me !!!

[trippinsorrows]

Is Give Me A Reason getting an update ever? I know not soon because you have other stories but is it ever, or you not feeling it anymore? It's my favorite and I would like to see it play out. It reminds me of my favorite movie The Vow

honestly. i thought people forgot about that one. 🥺

no, i def will update/finish it, because, respectfully, i worked too damn hard on the plot/love the plot to just abandon it. 😭😭😭 just need to get something else, anything atp lmao, finished first.

i really wish i could update several things weekly. i really do. it just sucks because i literally don't know how to write short chapters, don't know how to keep things concise, which i'm realizing is one of my weaknesses as a writer, so between long ass chapters and intermittent availability to actually write, i need a whole week or two just to get one chapter done. one. shorts are easier, because they're shorter. oneshots too, sometimes. but, these chapters i write average, at minimum, like 4k to 5k.

i've actually been trying to see if there's a way i can write less and still convey what i need to, but it hasn't been going well tbh....