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lunarw0rks · 1 year ago

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I feel like Graves would end up with a really soft and innocent s/o just because he loves being the 'strong man' lol and even though they're maybe even smaller than him all sweet and shy- he is absolutely whipped for them! Especially if they can cook and be a lil housemaker for him??

♡♡♡ warning(s): nsfw + sfw, fem!reader

─── graves and his homemaker s/o ❤︎₊ ⊹

there's no one on earth more loved and adored by him, despite the stigma surrounding the dynamic you two have. he doesn't pay any mind to their judgements. in his heart, he knows how tender he is with you behind closed doors. and in yours, he hopes.

you never pictured it to end up this way. before, you were like any adult. busting your ass at work, ending each week exhausted and struggling to buy yourself groceries.

and then you met him. chivalrous and borderline self-obsessed. but you weren't being patronized when he acted with traditional courtesy. you weren't a body to be claimed or a trophy to hang on his arm.

you were merely his. all his within months of meeting, and that meant you were to be taken care of. spoiled rotten, some would say. what better way to have it? compared to your old life of hardship, it was paradise.

everything paid for, without a second of hesitation. what little savings you had idle in your bank account, untouched when he's around.

he can and will take care of you — in every way. it's in graves' nature to provide.

no different than he does for his men, only you've been appointed the privilege of seeing the gentler side of him, when the uniform of a commander is rid of his scarred body.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈nsfw under the cut!

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙˖⁺₊˚⊹♡ it's only fair, to be taken care of in every way possible. you've been so good to him, so good for him, right? there's no quicker way to his heart, than someone who enjoys being smothered with his praise.

what better sight, than opening the door and seeing you concerning with such trivial things. he spent the day making life or death decisions, and you're there; concerned with which centerpiece looks best on the dining table. some men would see it as a means for competition, or a degrade — but graves finds it irresistible.

the house smells divine; your scented candles, the fragrance you spritz, and whatever you have baking in the oven. he can practically feel the tension leave his shoulders, how his senses come alive when greeted with the comfort of your shared home.

you've dressed nice for him again, though he always gave no pressure for you to do so. clothes to match the summer heat, hair styled and pinned back to stay out of the way.

you, in your domestic, relaxed state — the one thing better than all the trivial pleasures in life, better than the house you were both standing in.

though you usual greet him, you're immersed in the centerpiece debate. you hold the two pieces up to him, "do you think I should go with the silver candle candleholders? or how about the brass ones?" it's a genuine question, but it's only met with an amused scoff — a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

graves sets aside his luggage, stepping closer to you and your very concentrated gaze. "why do you ask me, sweetheart? it's up to you. and if you don't like 'em, we'll go buy more." he examines the decor in your hands briefly, but his eyes end up back on you permanently.

"just want it to look nice in here," you sigh at his dismissal, turning away to resume contemplation. "we have that supper planned in a few weeks, don't we?" you add, setting the options back on the oak table.

as if the place could be more meticulously decorated. there was barely a trace of him in this house, except for his nightstand and office. you had free reign to adjust the home to your taste, considering you were the one who spent most of your time there.

a gentle chuckle rang from him, followed by a click of his tongue, "don't think it can get much nicer in here, darlin'. i reckon you've left a touch on just about every inch of place, haven't you?" you shoot a flustered look, even though his words are truthful.

it was a silly dilemma, considering not a soul would be criticizing your centerpiece decision. "oh, c'mon, don't do that face... my guys will eat anything you slide in front of them, you know that? could host the damn supper in the closet and you'd charm the daylights out of 'em." he says, soothing every worry down to a simmer rather than a hard boil.

he's definitely good at shutting you up. only, in the most embellished of ways. without fail, a charmed smile spread on your face — as did a surge of warmth. graves cupped one of your cheeks, running his thumb along it, "see? much better than a scowl. now, tell me, what's cooking?"

"you know the rules. i can't tell you until the timer beeps. besides, it's supposed to be a surprise." you replied, making a meek escape from his gentle grasp. displayed on the small screen; eight minutes remained.

with a hasty yank and then a stumble on your end, your back was against his chest. "i don't like surprises, do i?" you felt the sensation of his teeth nibbling along the side of your neck, all in the midst of his patterned kisses. when he was this close, he got deep whiffs of your intoxicating perfume, the freshly shampooed hair on your head, the detergent you insisted he buy. heart-stopping — like it was every time he pulled you close.

it was true, he hated them. the tickle of his lips made you squirm — a futile attempt to slip away and leave him hanging. that never worked, and you knew it. "we're down to five, time's a-wastin'."

somehow, someway, neither of you made it up the stairs this time. all he did to prepare was send the stacks of mail flying from the island; the one you found yourself sitting on. graves stood between your legs, his caressing fingers your means of preparation. though, by the times your legs were exposed to the breeze — you and your body were eager enough for him.

the minutes decreased no matter how hurriedly he moved, and he always stuck to his rules. if there was a time limit, he'd get it done before zero.

"been thinking about you all day," he breathes. "by the looks of it, you have too, sweetheart." his tip prodded at your slick entrance, while the other hand hooked around your thigh to keep it hiked up with ease. wasn't the first time he ravished you on the kitchen counters, it certainly wouldn't be the last. slowly at first, then all at once — he thrusted inside of you.

once he got situated, there was no stopping him. every rock of his hips was purposeful and deep, yet his kisses remained delicate and tender. your moans muffled against his mouth, his lips pinkish and coated with saliva as it roamed your warmed face.

soon, your back was flat against the island with your legs still hanging off and in his grip. with every methodical movement, your walls tightened around his length and edged him closer to a finish. by now, you were certain your appearance was faulty; either ruined by sweat or the constant hands graves had on you.

despite being close within the first few minutes, he had gotten carried away ogling you. your gasps, your squinted eyes, the teeth indents on your bottom lip from how harshly you sunk into it. however, now there wasn't any restraint left in him. the tight coil in his abdomen begged for release, no matter how much stamina that remained in his body.

as the clock struck zero, he bottomed out with the force of his whole body — spilling every last drop inside of you. the oven beeped three times, as if on cue.

a string of curses against your lips as he leaned down to kiss you, sneaking in a few sloppy thrusts afterward. "i'll make it up to you later, make it worth your while." he pecked along your jaw, adjusting the strap of your top that had slid down your arm.

"it was worth my while." you replied between catching your breath, voice still quivering slightly.

he chuckled, fingers still playing with the fabric, "so, what's cooking? have i earned my right to know?" he was right; you always told him once the meal was ready, and that's what it was right now. the aroma hit your nostrils, as intoxicating as he found yours.

your eyes flicked over to the digital screen, still flashing and urging you to remove the pan, then it beeped for a second round as a reminder. "just a roast your mom taught me. thought you would've recognized the smell by now." you uttered, tracing your fingers along his blond stubble.

"hm, something must've distracted me, darlin'," he ran a tongue along his bottom lip, now gazing with admiration rather than hunger.

then, his brow raised with interest. both in humor and intense dread he added, "you've been calling my mother?"

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idwt-money · 3 months ago

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Cabin Fever

MDNI 18+

1.8k words Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: age gap, unprotected sex

(In my head, Noah is in his late 40s for this fic!)

It was cold and snowy outside. It was mid-winter and your dad, Joakim, thought it'd be a good idea to go out to his cabin in Washington. None of you expected it to snow this much, but nonetheless, it did.

You tried telling him over and over that it wasn't a good idea, but the stubborn man he was, you and the band packed your bags and made the trip.

You all lived in LA, so the trip wasn't horrible, but it was undoubtedly cramped. you were squished between Noah and Nicholas.

Nicholas was considerably tall compared to you, but Noah was a giant. A giant with spider-like legs.

“Noah move your legs!”

“I'm really trying! There's not much space here!!” Noah whined as Nicholas laughed at your bickering.

Without saying, it was a long ride. You all had to stop at a hotel somewhere in Oregon because it was all too much for the group.

The day you arrived, the snow was already falling but your dad assured everyone it wouldn't get too bad.

In his defense, it did stop…until that night. It was ankle by the time you all woke up. That's when Jokiam and the Nick's went out to get a ton of groceries.

You were invited, but you denied. You loved the cold, but the snow made your pants wet and it was never something you enjoyed.

“Well, if you're staying here, Noah is staying with you.”

“What?! Dad, I'm literally 20! I don't need a babysitter.

Your father went on about how you shouldn't look at it as babysitting. More as someone to “keep you safe” just in case.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn't like you hated Noah. It was quite the opposite. You didn't trust yourself around Noah.

His tattooed muscles and deep voice was enough to send you into a frenzy. It made your cunt soaked and your knees weak.

Your dad left before you could protest once again.

“Well, looks like it's just me and you, y/n.” Noah said, his arms dropping to his side.

You sighed and went up the wooden stairs that led to your room.

“Don't look so happy about it!” He chuckled from the living room.

You smacked against your bed, letting out a sigh and covered your face.

You decided to busy yourself with reading one of the multiple books you brought with you.

You had picked up “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. It truly was a classic, but you hadn't read it before.

About 30 pages in and you noticed the sun starting to set. You had called your dad, wondering where he and the other guys had gone and what was taking so long.

“The road is blocked. We tried going around, but it looks like we'll have to get a hotel for the night. Sorry, hun. We'll be back as soon as possible.”

“So I'm here. Alone. With Noah?”

“Honestly, I'm not sure what your problem is with him! He's nice, y/n.”

After conversing (bickering) for a couple more minutes, your dad had to go.

You knew you'd have to go tell Noah. You were already changed into your pajamas and just wanted the night to end so your body and mind wouldn't have to go through the torture of being alone with him.

Being alone with his warm body..his cologne, which you could smell every time you walked passed him. His fingers, his hair…

You shook your head, ridding the thoughts from your conscience as you walked down the stairs, you heard him giggling at his phone.

His hair was long and gorgeous, it was all put up into a claw clip. You would have stood there and appreciated him from afar forever if he didn't notice you.

“Oh, um, Noah, my dad and the guys are stuck because of the storm. They're getting a hotel for the night and- AH!!”

Your eyes went wide as the lights in the house shut off.

“Fuck. It's okay, y/n. It's just the storm.”

Noah found his way to you, pulling your shaking and anxious body into his arms.

You were terrified of the dark. This was the worst possible scenario to find yourself in. You took in Noah's scent. His cologne was soothing.

“I have to find some..fucking, like..candles or some shit.”

You laughed at his tone. He sounded so clueless, like he was wracking his brain trying to figure out what to do.

“Here, take my phone, use the flashlight until I'm back. You gunna be okay, angel?” His hand caressed your face as he sat you down on the couch.

You nodded and took in what he just said. Angel? He had never called you any pet names before. You figured it was just the situation, possibly making him more sympathetic towards you.

You heard him rummaging through boxes as you sat on the couch. It was so fucking cold, you couldn't help but shiver. You had a sweater on but you could feel the coldness seep in through the fabric.

“Okay, I have candles set up in both of our rooms. We can hang out together until you are ready to go to bed. Sound good?” His voice was low and seemingly sounded caring.

It almost made your heart flutter. He took your hand and you stuck to him like a magnet. He must have felt you shiver against him in the process, because he helped you under the covers once you reached his room.

The candles helped tremendously, the room was lowly visible, it was better than the pitch black of the living room.

He crawled under the blanket with you.

“Noah? You don't-”

“Shut up…you're cold. That's all.”

You nodded and sighed as his arms wrapped around you. His hand came up, petting your hair.

You both started small talk. It was comfortable, not awkward and weird like it was with other people.

You looked up at him.

“I guess I am kinda glad you stayed here with me..” You gave him a sheepish smile.

“Oh yeah? You better be.”

Your body was warm now, no need to be in the position you were in, other than the factor of comfort.

Something switched in his eyes, as it did with yours. Your thoughts were once again running wild.

This is wrong. This is so wrong. He's twice your age, he's your dads friend. Your friends would consider him an old man for god's sake!

There was a burning deep in your stomach. Somehow, you understood that Noah felt it too. Your hands, which were once curled up into your chest, now rest upon Noah's bare chest.

You weren't sure when he took it off, but you didn't have any reason to complain. You were subconsciously tracing the lines of his tattoos. Noah pulled you closer and lowered his hand, now resting on your hip.

Your hand felt every dip and curve of his skin as it went up to cradle his face.

“I don't wanna sleep alone tonight..” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as if others were in the house.

He looked your face up and down before softly pressing your lips together. The kiss was intense and hot while at the same time, soft and sweet. Your lips intertwined together felt so right. Like this is where you were supposed to be.

You pulled away, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“You don't have to, angel.” He smiled before connecting your lips once more.

Your arms wrapped around his neck. This kiss wasn't like the last one. It was hungry and needy. Your tongues danced together and you pushed yourself against his body, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.

His hands dipped into your sweatpants, grasping at your ass. His hands were so warm, like fire on your skin.

It all unfolded so fast. You started to grind your hips against his growing bulge.

“I've been waiting for you for so long, y/n.” He was out of breath, the distance between your two faces felt stuffy and crowded but neither of you had anything to say about it.

“You have no idea…” You smiled back, your fingers now doing the same as his and peeping into his pants.

“Let me have it, please.” You said, palming at his bulge through his boxers.

He was quick to remove his bottom clothing along with yours. You didn't move from the position you were in. You threw your leg over Noah's hip, giving him full access.

He slid his tip throughout your wetness, hoping to make it easy to push into you.

As he did so, you gasped. He was thick and the perfect length. It stretched you out perfect.

You softly whined, moving your hips ever so slightly, hoping he would catch on.

He gasped as he started to fuck into you. The space between you felt almost non-existent. Your lips were ghosting over each other with each thrust Noah gave you.

Your breathy moans were hitting Noah's face. His jaw clenched and he littered your neck with open mouthed kisses.

“Oh fuck, this is so wrong.” You muttered.

“I don't care. You're too perfect for my cock.” Noah's words were low and caring, yet so deep and almost like he was growling.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.

“Don't. Not yet, baby. Don't want this to end…fucking ever..” Noah pulled you in closer and put his full body into his thrusts.

His body was grinding against yourself and his skin felt hot radiating onto yours.

Noah was barely visible under the candle lit room, but you could see every facial expression ever so slightly. His hair was sticking to his forehead.

It felt euphoric. It felt un-fucking-real. With previous partners, it had never felt like this. It felt like you were off some kind of party drug. Noah's cock was doing this to you? You almost couldn't believe it.

Noah's fingernails were digging into your skin on your hips, slowly dragging across your body.

The soft burn the scratches Noah gave you were all too much.

Noah, seemingly knowing you were close, barely sped up.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders before entering your orgasm. Your body convulsed against him. You felt Noah's cock pump thick ropes of his babies into you.

His grunts and jagged hip movements made you weak.

As you came down and back to reality, your chest was heaving and Noah gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I can’t believe we did that.” Noah chuckled.

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“You're my secret.” You said, kissing his chest.

“And you're mine, angel.”

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theodorecanaryhood · 8 months ago

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Red Hood and the Red Head

Jason Todd x Male reader

Warning: Rough unprotected sex and swearing

The string lights hung from the ceiling as they sparkled, the scent from the candles filled the room.

Jason sighed as he watched the video in his phone, a video he could never seem to delete. A captured moment of love and happiness, it only left a bitter taste in Jason’s mouth.

‘Hey Alfred’ Jason smiled slightly to his cat, a cat that was his only friend in this moment.

A small knock at the door left Jason filled with dread, he knew it was one of his brothers. Coming round to leave pity on him.

‘Dick’ Jason’s straight face and broad shoulders left a mark on Dick, Dick always felt small compared to Jason. Even though Dick is the eldest.

‘Hey buddy, just wanted to drop this round’ Dick said as he handed Jason a bag.

‘You shouldn’t have’ Jason remarked sarcastically as he saw the bag filled with cleaning supplies.

‘Figured you’d need a good clean’ Dick said as he walked around Jason’s apartment.

Jason placed the bag on the table as he walked over to his older brother, Dick looking at Jason’s face. His eyes were red, he looked like he had been crying.

Jason would never admit to anyone that he had, but Dick could see.

‘How are you?’ Dick as Jason looked into his eyes.

‘Great, just hit the gym’ Jason smiled a little, Dick gave a small smile. A smile that gave off sympathy.

‘When was the last time you went out?’ Dick asked, Jason shrugged.

‘This morning’

‘I don’t mean like going to the gym or running errands, I mean like out’ Dick said, Jason looked to the floor as he walked to the couch.

Dick had a point to make with Jason, and it was going into Jason’s skull whether he wanted it to or not.

Jason hadn’t dealt properly and Dick could see, Jason not going anywhere was only holding onto this stage.

‘Break ups are hard man, really. But you gotta get back out there. Your ex boyfriend was an asshole’ Dick stated, Jason looked irritated by his words.

‘He wasn’t an asshole’ Jason defended, Dick scoffed.

‘Jason, your ex boyfriend was sleeping with some guy from his work, and another dude from the gym’ Dick pointed out, Jason saw the point.

Even though he saw the point, Jason was still stuck in love with his ex. A relationship he’d put so much work into for 3 years.

Determination on Dick’s part was what forced Jason out of his hole, and into the streets.

Jason showered and groomed, making himself look and smell nice.

Nightclubs were never Jason’s thing, however, gay clubs were better. Jason felt more himself when in them.

‘Hi daddy’ a smaller, petite guy said to Jason.

Jason politely declined the young man, who had to be no older than 17. Jason wasn’t sure how a guy like that would get in, but he was sure he wouldn’t get involved.

‘Oh, sorry’ a man’s voice said as he bumped Jason’s arm.

‘N-no problem’ Jason stuttered a little, looking at you.

You were the cutest guy Jason had seen in this place, curly red hair, pale eyes and the perfect soft skin. Not to mention a beautiful smile.

‘Can I get you a…? Never mind you have one’ Jason laughed, about to ask you wanted a drink.

Jason was not the type to have one night stands, nor was he the type to bring random men back to his apartment.

However, Jason had needs and felt he could just enjoy a night of fun with someone.

You played with Jason’s cat while he smiled, watching you with hunger in his eyes.

Jason came up behind you and sunk his teeth into your neck. Pushing you in the bed as he peeled your clothes off.

Your red hair stuck to Jason’s pillows like a memory, like you’d been there before.

You pulled Jason’s pants down as you gasped at the size of his length, running your hands down Jason’s bare chest. The feel of his body on your fingers.

Your mouth worked Jason’s hard manhood like an expert, you gasped a little at the thought of having Jason’s 12-inch dick inside you. But your mouth watered.

The feeling of Jason’s presence sliding into you made you gasp, calling out, knuckles turning white as you gripped the bedsheets.

You lay on your back as Jason’s body pressed against yours, you sunk your teeth into his neck.

Jason grunted as he thrusted into you, the sound of skin slapping together. The sounds of the bed springs, Jason’s breathing as well as your panting.

Your ass was raw from the start and it was getting burnt in the friction, but it felt so good.

Jason’s grip in your hair made him smile as he kissed you deeply, your eyes piercing into his. Jason slammed into you as you panted.

The sweat from your body dropped into the sheets, soaked and buried into it. Jason felt himself getting close to his eruption, but he didn’t want to finish yet.

Jason rolled onto his back as you perched yourself neatly on his thighs, sliding down onto his length.

Jason held onto your hips as he greeted your thrusts, running a hand down your petite body.

‘This feels so good’ Jason panted into his rhythm as you smiled.

Damp hair from the sweat stuck to your face as you gripped onto Jason’s shoulders, Jason leaving his finger prints on your hips.

‘Oh fuck, Jason I’m so close’ you breathed deeply as you exploded out the head of your hard dick.

Spilling all over Jason’s stomach and chest as Jason picked up a pace, nearing the edge of his glory as Jason gripped tighter onto your hips.

‘Fuck, oh fuck’ Jason called out as he shot out inside you, filling you up with a thousand seeds.

You remained where you were for a while as Jason caught his breath, throwing his head back into the pillow. You giving a sweet kiss to his cheek.

Jason’s arms felt like heaven and that they were made for you, Jason didn’t want you to go. He didn’t want to not see you again.

‘That was some bomb sex’ Jason said with a smile as he kissed your damp, red hair.

You turned and kissed him as he pulled you closer, you ran a hand down his abs as Jason hummed a little.

‘Wanna go again?’ Jason said into the kiss as you rolled onto your front.

It was a night of pure love and passion as Jason never went to sleep, he had all night with you and you were all his.

It was a time of many Jason found as you never stopped seeing him, and he welcomed you into his life.

Your red curly hair shon under the summer day, your bare body revealed as you escaped the clutches of the water.

Jason watched in amazement as he saw you walk out the water, his black hair was covering his eyes a little as the water from the sea dripped on his face.

‘I love you’ Jason smiled as he lifted you off the sandy shore, his body still against yours.

His muscular arms held you in place as you felt like you were flying, Jason carried you to the car as the two of you made your way home.

It was a year of passion, love and joy as you’d found Jason. That fateful night in the nightclub changed both of your lives. Forever.

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beenbaanbuun · 8 months ago

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comfort human w/ yeosang

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Everything felt bad

You couldnt really describe it any other way. The way the rain pounded against your window in a way that was so repetitive it hurt your head was bad. The way the usually soft wool of your cardigan rubbed the same spot on your arm over and over and over again was bad. The way your socks constricted your toes was bad.

You would smell the meal you’d cooked earlier, the smell making you want to gag. You’d tried disguising it with a candle, but the sweet scent mixed with the crackle of the wick was enough to make you put it out after just a few minutes. You were left with an even worse mixture of burnt candle and meat and you wanted more than to plug your nose.

If you could, you would simply live in a vacuum. There would be no input from the outside world. Nothing but silence and pressure and the sweet nothingness that would come with being alone… truly alone.

Of course, that wasnt feasible. You didn't know where to find a room where ‘nothing’ existed and so you were left in this limbo where you felt too uncomfortable to exist yet you couldnt do anything about it. You were stuck, living a life that you simply couldn’t live without wanting to tear every folicle of hair from your head.

You recalled having a conversation with your boyfriend about it the first time he ever found you in this state. Yeosang had been nothing but kind, as he usually was, and had sat and listened to you complain about everything for what felt like hours. He didn't say anything, just let you talk and cry and release every negative emotion you had about, well, everything onto him.

He claimed to not know how to help the first time it happened, but him being there was enough. He didnt speak, didnt touch, but you knew he was there and that seemed to make life seem just a little bit easier.

The second time it happened around him, it turned out he’d done his research. Overstimulation was what he called it, and he pulled up his notes app on his phone to show you a long list of things that might help. He let you look through it, picking and choosing the ones you thought might make you feel a little better. Yeosang let you know with a kind smile that if they didnt work then you’d never have to do them again if you didnt want to.

By the end of that evening, there was a smile on your face and the sound of the cars passing by outside no longer made your teeth ache.

In the end, you’d decided that it was Yeosang that helped the most. As long as he was there with his familiar scent and comforting warmth, there was nothing that could truly bother you. That’s what made this all the more difficult.

Yeosang was home right now, with his members at their dorm, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes he was half the world away and you had to navigate this whole thing by yourself. Of course, your insanely methodical boyfriend had come up with a system to help when he couldnt be with you - a weighted blanket sprayed with his cologne. You had to admit, it helped a little, but nothing could compare to having him by your side. Nothing made you feel as good as when Yeosang was lying next to you.

Tonight, the blanket wasn't working at all. You’d pulled it on top of yourself in the hope that you wouldn’t have to disrupt the games night Yeosang was having with his members. Perhaps it was the fact you knew he was so close that was making it feel worse. Why should you settle for a blanket when your boyfriend was nothing more than a 10 minute drive away from you?

It was selfish, you told yourself. Yeosang didn't exist for the sole purpose of making you feel better. He had his own life outside of your meltdowns, and he’d been so excited for this games night for so long. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you interupted that.

So you lay there, a pillow grasped tightly around your ears to try and block out the sound of the rain. You were naked, having removed any fabric that might irritate your sticky skin. The blanket was pulled up to your neck,and if it werent for the worry of suffocating yourself, you wouldve had it over your head. All the lights were off and your phone was lay face down on your nightstand. It wasnt anything close to the vacuum that you truly desired, but it was as close as you would get.

So you lay there, everything hurting as you tried to block out the world around you. It wasnt really working but you had to try. You had to-

Your phone rang out through the dark room. It was on do not disturb, but there was still one person you’d allowed to bypass it. Yeosang was calling you.

Your body jolted as you sprung up, desperately feeling around for your phone in the dark room. Your hand eventually found the vibrating object and you turned it towards you. The bright light made you flinch, but you ignored it, desperate to hear your boyfriends voice.

“Baby?” He breathed out as soon as you accepted the call. He sounded panicked, and your mind began to spin. What could’ve happened to make him ring you in such a frantic state?

“Yeosang,” you responded, voice quiet, “is everything okay?”

Your boyfriedn breathed out what you assumed was a sigh of relief.

“Thank God you're okay,” he said, “I’ve been texting you for hours but you hadnt responded. I just needed to know that everything was okay.”

‘Selfish,’ your mind told you. ‘You made him worry about you just because the rain was too loud? You’re a bad girlfriend.’

“Sorry, Yeosang,” you replied, “I just fell asleep.”

He sighed into the phone and you could tell he didn't believe you. Fuck. Now he knew you were lying to him. Trust you to make everything worse.

“Baby,” he grabbed your attention, “I’m going to ask you how you are, and you’re going to tell me the truth, okay? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

And you knew that. You could always tell Yeosang anything, but that didn't mean you should. It didn't mean that you weren't being selfish when he inevitably left the games night to comfort you instead. You wished there was a way out of this whole thing, but there wasn't.

“I’m not good,” you said. It was the truth, plain and simple, and you knew Yeosang would appreciate that, even if it only made the self-resentment that had been building within you, grow. “I just - I feel really bad, Sangie.”

Silence. Thats all you could hear. You had to assume that he’d muted the call on his side since he hadn't ended it. You wanted to know why, your eyes watering at the thought of what he might be saying to his members behind your back. It was just the anxiety talking, you reminded yourself. It didn't help.

The first thing you heard when he unmuted it was the jingling of car keys ahnd him saying one last goodbye to his members. There was a chorus of ‘goodbye’s back and then the door shut.

“I’m going to stay on the line with you, okay?” You hummed an affirmation. “I know that if I dont then you’ll somehow manage to convince yourself that you’re the devil incarnate, and I cant have my angel thinking that about themself, can I?”

“You really don’t have to,” you whimper, not wanting to inconvenience him any further.

“Oh shush,” he grumbles as his engine roars to life, “you know I'd give the world for you.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #yeosang oneshot #yeosang fluff #yeosang x reader

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sturn3 · 7 months ago

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brothers best friend w matt pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼

bfb!matt, who couldn't be more grateful for nick befriending you.

bfb!matt, who was a little too willing to drive nick to your house!

bfb!matt, who would always find himself getting caught up in the girls' company (madison, madi, and you) cause of how calming it was compared to the boys.

bfb!matt, who would never let down an opportunity of coming to your house. you forgot your makeup bag? he's bringing it! you forgot your favorite top? he's bringing it! he loved coming to your house. in contrast to his, yours was so homey, always smelled of candles and just so girly!

bfb!matt, who would talk his brothers' ears off about you.

bfb!matt, who was so quiet and shy, it did things to you.

bfb!matt, who would watch you do your lip combo in his passenger seat, mesmerized by your movements. every time you'd finish, you'd rub your lips together and ask him if it looks good. only if you knew what that did to him.

bfb!matt, who shared a music taste with you. you'd bond over mac miller, frank ocean and many more. you'd try to put him on lana del rey too, but that was where he drew the line. that's fine, though, cause he'd still listen for you.

bfb!matt, who would give you his clothes to sleep in. he loved that when you returned them they smelled like you. truth was he wishes he could never wash them again.

bfb!matt, who loved smoking with you. he'd roll a blunt while you picked out music to play in the background. truth was, you got a little too bold and a bit touchy with him when you smoked, but he wasn't one to complain. he'd always welcome it... especially with the way you looked over to him with droppy eyes, your skin shining from the lack of AC in his room, your hair a mess and repping one of his baggy hoodies.

bfb!matt, whose heart fell to his ass when you suddenly leaned in. to his disappointment, you just grabbed his cap and put it on backward, just like he had worn it previously. "do i look good, matthew?" you said as you took your phone at to look at yourself in the camera, "you know you always look good, y/n." he said with a sigh. "oh, is that so?" you said, and all he did has hum ,all the confidence he had suddenly dissappearing. on the other hand, your confidence was on the roof right now, the combination of him thinking you looked good and the drugs you couldn't help but smash your lips against his, you both getting lost in it, grabbing each other wherever you can.

bfb!matt, who would steal a kiss in every function you guys would find yourselves in. sneaking around was so fun. pretending like this should be a huge secret. often times, he'd find himself complaining about your sticky lip gloss, or even worse, or lip plumper that he was sooo dramatically explaining it would burn his lips off. either way you couldn't help but laugh at him cause you knew he'd keep kissing you.

i'm trying to get every request i can !!!

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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afyrian · 4 months ago

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ch. 4 - shelter and food, the essentials m.list

rain trickles down outside of your shop, running down the awning and puddling on the concrete. you stare out at the rain, fiddling with your key. either you can run to your car and head back to your apartment, preparing an instant ramen in despair, or let the allure of 'onigiri miya' finally get to you. the warm lights inside rest lightly on your eyes, a smile on your lips.

you can imagine the candles, the aroma of the food. it all seems so beautiful, pulling you in like a siren’s call. however, you can’t help but know that you’ll have to wake up early, work on some plates and trinket dishes. that eating out will leave you tired in the morning, begging for a day off-

“y/n! you okay out here? i have an umbrella if ya need one,” osamu pops the door open, a broom in his hand, hat raised up slightly.

you look between him and the building rain, the trickle quickly turning to a pour, “oh yeah! just wondering what i’d do for dinner. instant ramen is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.”

osamu props the door open with the broom, taking a few steps towards you. his body standing next to yours radiates a little heat, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “well i can make you something instead, it might be a little better… the shop is closed, so i wouldn’t have to worry about any orders,” he looks over at you, admiring the way the light bounces off of your hair.

“uh- okay, yeah.”

going in, checking it out almost feels like a betrayal. a betrayal to your integrity and want to fight for the quiet that you used to achieve. a betrayal to your knowledge of the world, the understanding that starting something like this could only end in heartbreak. however, betrayal has never felt so good when following him inside.

the initial smell is a pleasant affront on the senses. like a swirl of delight lingers in the air, carrying you to the counter like a delicious dish of vegetable karaage. you purse your lips as you look over at osamu, “so, what are you thinking for dinner?”

he puts up his pointer fingers in a motion of ‘just you wait’. osamu hurries to what you believe to the be the kitchen, giving you a moment to look around the front of the shop. it’s built beautifully, fake architectural designs are built into the walls. they blend in with the rest of the decor perfectly, the soft yellows matching that of their uniforms.

however, your inspection comes to a quick close as osamu walks out from the kitchen. his towel is on his shoulder again, hand reaching up to wipe something from his forehead. as soon as you see him, you swallow whatever saliva is still in the back of your throat, tingles running up your fingers. something about him in his uniform sends your heart racing.

you don’t even notice the spare apron in his hands at first, your eyes looking between his upper arms and face. “a gift for tonight, since we’ll be in the kitchen,” he holds it out, letting you loop the top loop around your neck, “here, let me get that tied for you.”

something about this, the whole thing, feels right. the way he's standing there, hands grazing your shirt as he ties the apron around you. or his cocky smile that isn't necessarily annoying to look at when you turn around. or maybe even his slightly tilted head as he leans into the situation.

"thanks, i would hate to get oil on my paint covered clothes," you can't even hide the rush you feel in this moment, wondering if this is what happened for all of your friends, if this is what genuinely liking someone feels like.

with your little joke, he shakes his head, turning around to show you the kitchen. it is true, your clothes are already ruined, but the act is what brings a smile to your face. that he thought of you, thought to protect the things you own.

osamu's quick to show you why his restaurant is popular. the remaining smells of the store compare poorly with the fresh scent of the negi miso onigiri. the way he cooks so confidently while chatting about the origins of the dish, and how he changed it to fit his style and taste. a history lesson and dinner rolled into one as you lean against a counter, chin resting in the palm of your hand.

listening to him talk sounds therapeutic, like music to the ears. the way his hand moves as he speaks, showing emphasis with every word. just watching him cook makes you lose your breath, gasping for a moment of clarity. "oh, so how long has this been your passion? cause the knowledge you have about it is truly amazing," you bite your lip, watching as he turns back to you.

taking a step towards the counter, osamu leans down with you, resting his forearms on the table, "for a while, since i was young. i enjoyed other things, but cooking was a comfort for me, especially after a long week of practices."

"well, you seem to carry a lot of finesse when you cook. i mean those techniques are completely unheard of to me, a complete amateur," you shrug, staring right into his eyes, feeling nervous when you can't seem to look away.

there's something about the way he smiles at you as he tries to take the compliment. the way osamu’s gaze flickers between your lips and your eyes, like he doesn’t know which one to focus on. you can’t help but do the same, wondering if his lips taste like how his cooking smells. savory and with a hint of sweetness.

you feel yourself gravitate towards him, body inching forward over the counter, eyes closing. just as you’re about to reach each other, see each other in a completely different light, a smoky smell fills the room. not a good smoky, like a delicious barbecue, but rather one of burnt food.

“oh shit!” osamu stands up straight, grabbing an oven mitt and grabbing the hot pan, moving it to another spot on the oven.

he looks back at you, lips parted as his teeth clench, “i’m so sorry about this, really, i ever burn food.”

“i would never assume you do, osamu,” you cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling the thick material of the apron, “but how about we take this as a raincheck? i’d like to try your food without a burning smell in my nose..”

a/n: ahhh i really liked this chapter <33 like i just thought it was so cute taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj @gumiiiiezzzz

@guitarstringed-scars

#☼༄ my bisque beau #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #hq #hq fanfic #hq x reader #hq osamu #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu

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tetsunabouquet · 6 months ago

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Titan Shifters; Eren Yeager X Reader

A/N: Like I mentioned on my blog, I watched a Rise Of The Lycans analysis a few days ago and this prompted me to go on a rewatch. I am blaming this fic on Lucian.

You were jittering with nerves, being assigned to help with Eren's titan shifting experiments so they could compare your data. You were really intrigued by him. Born of human parents, yet being able to shift into a titan. Unlike you. You were the prized secret of the Survey Corps, the secret they had been hiding from the military police since your birth. The story they told was that they found you as a baby during their expedition, miraculously alive and the Survey Corps insisted into adopting you at their base under the excuse they had grown attached to you. The real truth was much more strange, and horrifying. On a scouting mission, they encountered a few titans, one acting more strangely then the rest. At first, they thought it was an Abnormal, until it started to evaporate on its own. In the middle of the smoke and bones, was a baby. You. The daughter of a titan and completely looking like a normal human baby. Keith Shadis who had been the Commander at the time, looked at the baby in his arms and he did not have it in him to surrender you to the Military Police and what kind of tests they might do to a tiny little baby. Keith Shadis was a hard man, but not heartless. As imperfect as he was, he had been the only father you'd ever known and you were sad to see him go. But he said it was for the best, especially after that event on your 8th birthday which had transpired a year before the fall of Shiganshina, when you had transformed into a 12 meter titan by accident. It seemed like you were some kind of half-titan, Hange would later conclude. Erwin had been good to you after he came into charge at the Survey Corps and Levi thankfully managed to keep Hange under control who continued to creep you out. But you missed Keith all the same. Getting a new piece of the puzzle of the titan mystery and your own, had made you look forward to meeting the boy. You had not nearly expected him to be so cute and looking like he would grow into a very handsome man. Needless to say, you had a slight crush and the idea of comparing your titan form to his, just flustered you beyond belief.

Things had turnt out interesting, like finding out Eren needed to self harm and focus in order to shift. You never did, you only needed to focus on a woman you presumed had been your mother's human form. She would often come to you in your dreams and you very vividly remembered blowing out the birthday candles on your eight birthday, thinking of that woman and how she never got to see you grow up before you transformed. Eren's titan had a different smell then the other titans you've encountered before. He still smelt human after turning into a titan. Hange had found it marvellous and had proceeded to question you why you never said titans smelt different to you and how humans smelt like. This was exactly why you never told Hange anything, because she would bombard you with questions that gave a headache. When she finally backed down, you had the opportunity to sit down in peace. Much to your surprise, Eren sat down next to you. "She finally left you off the hook huh?" He remarked and you chuckled. "Seems so." "How have you endured her for so long?" Eren asked which made you sigh with the weight of tolerating Hange for years. "I suppose it's my angelic patience." You offered as you looked up at the sun that hung low in the sky. "I swear she can be so creepy, like the way she measures my titan form every month as mine does ages alongside me. It gives me the icks." "So your titan underwent puberty? Like…" Eren looked a little red faced but continued bluntly, "it didn't always have boobs?" You stuttered with an even redder face,"Just wh-what were you l-looking at?!" "I'm a boy you know, and you're hot." Eren clarified and you might as well have fainted on the spot. Eren Yeager certainly changed your life for good, that's for sure.

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x you

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trekkingaroundasgard · 1 year ago

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A Bed Big Enough for Two (Tony Stark x Reader)

Summary: After a bad mission, Tony checks in with a bottle of something that effectively knocks you out. He puts you to bed and you ask him to stay the night.

Gender: neutral - unnamed, no description

Rating: Teen/Mature (18+ only blog)

Tags: Avenger!reader, mentioned unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking, medication and substance abuse), established friendship, unspoken feelings, what timeline?, hurt/comfort, softness, pet name (sweetheart)

Words: ~1000

Note: So it turns out I won't stop writing even after tumblr took away 6 years worth of posts and stories from me. This is for my dearest @shewhohangsoutincemeteries. It's a little abrupt in the endning but it's still pretty soft.

@tonystarkbingo #1003, square S5: bed sharing

“God, you’re such a lightweight.”

You groaned into Tony’s shoulder, the earthiness of his aftershave an annoyingly good relaxant. Every cell in your body recognised that scent, knew it meant one thing above all else: safe.Any other day you would bite back at his snark, always enjoying the witty back and forth you shared with the genius, but tonight? Well, it was enough to just nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and settle into his arms as he carried you to bed.

You probably should have tidied earlier, you supposed as Tony tripped and tangled his feet in a forgotten pair of jeans. In your defence, though, you hadn’t expected him to drop in unannounced and certainly not with an exceptionally overpriced bottle of that… whatever it was you’d been knocking back all night. Certainly not withthat knowing look, the one that pierced every single one of your walls and immediately latched on to the feelings that everyone else on the team had managed to overlook.

Tony set you down on your bed, frowning slightly. He didn’t say anything as he perched on the edge of the mattress, though the lines on his forehead deepened at the horrendous creaking noise it made beneath his weight. He flicked on the small lamp at your bedside then, to the room, said, “Main lights off.”

“There’s no Jarvis here, Tony,” you chuckled, turning onto your side to look up at him. He really was quite handsome, all soft eyes and sharp jaw. Of course, that was something you’d always known. It was as fundamental a fact of the universe as the Earth orbiting the sun. However, it truly was something to see Stark off the field, out of the office. When he didn’t have to hide, when he could be simply Tony, he was striking in a whole other way.

Rising to his feet, Tony sounded more annoyed than you would have liked as he flicked the main switch. “Obviously. J is one of a kind. But Fury was supposed to outfit all the off site residences with one of the other AIs. This whole place is…”

You narrowed your eyes, daring him to say something about your flat. It wasn’t much, that was for certain, but it was your home. Yes, compared to the floor he’d allocated you at the Tower, it was small and cramped and the weird smell under the sink never really went away no matter how many scented candles you lit, but it was your space. Yours.

He must have sensed that for Tony held back further judgement. What he didn’t hold back, however, was the absolute blinding concern that radiated from him when he saw the pile of empty bottles overflowing from the bin under your desk. He was observant. You could hardly pretend that the monthly glass recycling was due tomorrow when you’d seen him reading the council schedule on the kitchen board. The last collection had been only a few days ago.

Preparing an excuse, you readied to defend yourself but Tony cut you off. “Don’t drink that shit, alright? You wanna drown your sorrows, you come to me and we can at least get pissed on the good stuff.”

Though you nodded, you were fairly sure he knew you’d never take him up on your offer.

“What else did you take, then?”

Your eyes flickered to the bedside table, in the top drawer of which Tony found a whole collection of painkillers. It was strong shit, the best that SHIELD had to offer, but after missions like today’s it didn’t work fast enough and the half a bottle that Tony had so willingly supplied had certainly sped the effects along.

“Say something, next time.”

Once again you found it difficult not to be dragged down by the undercurrent of concern that laced his words. There wasn’t a person on the team that wouldn’t understand but with Tony… It was more personal.

“Didn’t wanna be alone,” you admitted, shifting onto your back. Eyes drifting shut, you added, “Still don’t.”

Tony was silent a beat before he said, “Your bed isn��t big enough for two, sweetheart.”

“Sure it is. Just have to get up close and personal.” The words were heavy, slung together as the alcohol and pills pulled you nearer to unconsciousness but the sentiment remained clear.

As did Tony’s apparent resolve. But not completely. He never had been one not to allow himself a few small indulgences. He slowly reached over and brushed your cheek softly, strong fingertips ever so gentle against your skin. “Rest. I’ll call in the morning. Check you’re alright.”

You caught his wrist easily, even with your eyes closed. More adamantly this time, you whispered, “Stay. Please.”

The mattress dipped beneath his weight and you shuffled over as far as you dared without risking falling off. Tony slipped off his shoes then made himself comfy under the quilt. A long moment passed before he laughed, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his side. You sighed into his chest, relished the warmth of his embrace. Just like that, every terrible thought of the day vanished.

“Always figured you’d be the one to charm me into bed first,” you muttered sleepily.

“Not like I haven’t been trying.”

“You don’t need to try hard, Tony. Only have to ask.”

He hummed acknowledgement but took the thought no further. Instead, he simply trailed his fingers in intricate patterns up and down the length of your arm. Too ordered to be random, a distant part of your brain wondered if they were new schematics for something he was working on. The larger part, though, took only comfort from the action, release in the repetitive strokes of friendly fingers on your skin, until the darkness finally pulled you under.

When you woke the next morning, the space beside you was stone cold. Your heart tightened until you noticed the bright yellow post it note on your lamp. Hastily scrawled in a hand you recognised well, it read:

Places to be, didn’t want to wake you. Eat then come by the Tower. Got something to ask you.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark & reader #tonystarkbingomarkvii #tsbmvii #startrekkingaroundasgard #gender neutral reader #Nicola writes

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shiinata-library · 2 years ago

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Tea and apple pie

Relationships: Bilbo x fem!Reader

Content: Comfort, fluff

Summary: Even though you live in Bag End with Bilbo, you don’t feel well, but you’ll eventually find comfort.

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Note: I needed a quick comfort fic with Bilbo and I couldn't find one, so I wrote one. Enjoy!

You couldn't have asked for anything better than to live with Bilbo since he returned to Bag End. Yet today, your mood is at its lowest and you don't want to bother him. It’s true you aren’t well, but that is nothing compared to what Bilbo has been through, right?

After sighing for a while alone, unable to find an interesting book in Bilbo’s library, you decide to go out. Fresh air should do you good. Autumn has already begun so you put on a light jacket at the front door.

“Where are you going? I was about to start making dinner,” Bilbo says as he walks toward you, wearing his comfortable multi-coloured dressing gown with a surprised face. “And it’s almost night. Were you planning to go out with your friends?”

At first, you don’t know what to answer, feeling stupid to be in this depressed state, but when he is in front of you, you feel that you need to change your mind. A walk in the Shire would be perfect.

“Are you alright?” Bilbo resumed, stroking your upper arm. “Yes, I’m fine. I, hm, I need a little fresh air. And I’m not hungry. No need to wait for me to dine.”

You hope your smile is convincing, and you won’t wait for his opinion. You leave Bag End for a long walk alone while the sun sets behind the scattered smials on the horizon.

When you come back home, it’s totally dark outside. The wind is cold, and you’re glad to find the fireplace lit when you open the front door of Bag End. In truth, the walk didn’t help you. You’re just colder and more tired than before. Maybe going directly to bed could be the best. As you remove your jacket to put it away on the coat rack next to the door, you smell a delicious meal. Oh, it’s your favourite meal…

In the kitchen, Bilbo doesn’t hear you joining him. He is focused on the window, looking outside with a melancholic look. His hair is shining with the hearth's light and some candles. The table is set, waiting for your return. It seems he didn’t eat without you finally. Once he notices you, a light smile appears on his face as he wipes his hand on his apron.

“Oh, you’re back!” he says in a cheerful voice with a hesitant smile.

You walk to him slowly. Without a word, you hug him, your head burying in his neck while his arms close on you. Apple, tobacco, and some flowers. Is his smell that calms you in this way? You never realised he smelled like home to you.

“I was worried about you,” he murmurs as his hands stroke your back gently while his hair tickles your neck. “I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well and I thought I needed to clear my head while I just needed you.”

Your hug becomes more tightly as you realise his presence is so comforting. Bilbo is a little surprised by your behaviour but he would never refuse a hug from you. Hearing you say that you're not feeling well hurt him even though he already realised something was wrong when you left earlier.

“You should have told me,” he says as he strokes your hair softly. “You can talk to me whenever you need, you know?” “Yes, I know but I didn't want to bother you. It's nothing compared to what happened to you.”

Bilbo slowly pulls away from you, just enough to see you. Still in his arms, he kisses your forehead before speaking again.

“It's not nothing if you're like this. Tell me about it.”

Despite being sweet, his tone doesn't give you a choice. Not letting you go, he listens to you without a word until you finish. Once a smile eventually appears on your lips now your mind sounds lighter, Bilbo kisses your forehead once again. His hand finds your cheek and he frowns when he feels you are still cold from your walking.

“Do you want to eat or rest first?” he asks in a hesitant voice as he starts to let you go. “We should eat first. I'm starving,” you say now you are better and your stomach is asking for food.

Your answer couldn't have reassured him more. His eyes start to sparkle and his smile widens. He has such a cute face you can resist.

“Perfect!” he says as he leads you proudly to the table. “I made everything for you! As we say in the Shire, everything is better with a full belly! Sit here and let me serve you. I cook your favourite meal and an apple pie. We can eat it with tea in front of the fireplace to warm you better.”

Who could stop a hobbit from serving you food? In no time, Bilbo serves you and himself, then sits in front of you. When he starts talking about food, he hardly stops. Considering how much time you spent talking to him about what made you sad, you can let him brag a little about his apple pie, right?

And finally, listening to Bilbo’s stories with tea and a piece of apple pie in front of the fireplace, sitting in an armchair in his arms, may be just what you need after all.

#the hobbit fanfic #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bilbo x reader #the hobbit reader insert #comfort #fluff

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student-in-nightraven · 2 years ago

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hii, could i rq a matchup with anyone from obey me, twst or kamisama kiss? ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)

im a bi girl, 5'3, intp-t 4w5 + aquarius, id say im some kind of ambiverted like 60% awkward-reserved-anti-social introvert and 40% chaotic, rambly, all over the place, once i start i dont stop extrovert?? depends on my mood i think (˘∀˘) for some random traits i'm erratic, eccentric, conscientious, creative, empathetic, unserious, sarcastic, not a team player and definitely come across as strange to literally anyone not used to me

hmmmm some hobbies i have are baking, writing, editing and arts + crafts (drawing, painting, making my own random stuff like candles, soap, stickers) - very practical very fun 🧝‍♀️ i also like gaming when i have time which is basically always bc im lazy and hate work, i leave everything last minute and procrastinate so much bc i and i'd rather be doing what i want instead of boring stuff 😒👎 it all ends up rushed and low effort unless im passionate abt it. probably why i'm also never on time but that's also bc i love sleeping

if i had to pick a label for whatever my style's supposed to be {bc i just dress in whatever looks good tbh} i'd say a hybrid of grunge and indie maybe💪😘 i take pride in my dress sense actually i think its gojus (μ_μ)

i have collections/mini collections of a couple things - plushies, crystals, stickers, bracelets and i keep anything and everything people might give me, i've done it as long as i can remember, like not even gifts just if someone gives me a rock or a piece of stationery or origami etc it'll be in my possession forever i'm too sentimental to get rid of anything, i have so much scattered everywhere it's unfunny 🧍‍♀️ i think my love languages are physical affection bc i love closeness altho im crap with emotional stuff but words of affirmation and mushy fluffy stuff can be pretty neat {even if it's embarrassing and awkward xox} + gifts bc i love buying myself stuff and receiving presents, i also like giving them but i feel like i'm spending too little or too much or compare it to what they give back to me and feel like it's not good enough or what they'd want bc i'm usually either too stingy or spend too much and think too much + feel bad when it feels like i don't give back to people as much as they give to me in any sense?? | (• -•)|

i love purple, literature, rock/pop/dance/techno music, space, halloween, history, things that smell nice/scented stuff, philosophy, nature, horror, psychology, fantasy, sweet/sour/salty foods, and animals {especially my bunnies ofc, my pride and joy <3} so im working towards becoming a vet bc im good w science and i'd definitely rather look after them than humans bc i am not a people person i'd fail miserably xox

i don't like ppl who are ignorant or inconsiderate bc they're annoying and punchable, my family, the ocean bc it's scary and doing embarrassing stuff which tbh is basically everything smh

anyways i tried to condense whatever i could think of LMAO but i cba to do anymore 💀💌 thank u!!

The Kamisama requests always make me happy:')

I match you with..

...Mizuki!

The most gentle and sweet lover in the whole world.

He matches you like CRAZY, soulmates real;

Loves being chaotic with you, getting caught up in shenanigans and being lovey dovey with you;

He just randomly snuggles up to you whether it's in his snake form or human form, if snake form let's out occasional cute bloops that you die for, he also does the cute snake yawn, he knows it's cute and he's doing it on PURPOSE;

I hc that mizuki is great at portraits and has painting sessions with you in which you 2 paint in peace and show eachother the piece;

You teach him how to properly bake so that he doesn't drop lizards in almost everything you bake-

"but-but it's for good luck:("

"Mizuki, no"

He encourages you not wanting to work and lazes off with you, if for no reason Tomoe comes over he annoyingly comments on how as your familiar mizuki shouldn't encourage this but who listens to him;

Spends mornings sleeping in with you, if you have to go to school he'll just transform into his snake form and accompany you there!

Loves your collection of crystals and other things, so he finds the most beautiful crystals just for you♡

Loves your bunnies and cradles them in his hands, your basically a family, your bunnies have a dad now;

So in all he's the perfect match for you, the most peaceful and loveable relationship ♡⁠˖

Thank you for the request dear annon! May you have a wonderful week<3

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chronothread · 2 months ago

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Butte

Some music to keep you company on this journey.

It’s always the same setting.

A long plain is laid out before you, a dense sheet of white blanketing the flatlands, no roads or trees in sight. It is nothing but ground, then suddenly a sharp dip down - an edge, a steep and merciless drop. You stand at the other edge…you always stand on the other edge.

Behind you, jagged towers and peaks, Ishgardian in design, pierce the clouds - clouds that do not dare to even dream to reach the mountain you stand atop. Beneath you they look so small, insignificant compared to the ground you stand on. There are no other mountains, no hills that even consider keeping yours company. Yours is a solitary spire, and the daring monuments of your homeland stare at it in silence. In judgement. Never will they see the horrors wrought atop it - they stand too far and too low - but they will stand there all the same and moralize, and demonize, and idolize every drop of blood that will never stain their pure, white gloves. Even the snow, to its credit, often runs red.

And above you? Above you the heavens howl, and bite, and roar. Lightning flashes across the sky, onto the plains, and every flash is accompanied by a crack in the air - thunder makes its appearance announced and heralded no matter the day, no matter the place. The winds whistle and push - no, they rage - as snow is tossed across the air every which way you could imagine. But it isn’t enough to obscure the scene atop the mountain. It is never enough to obscure the scene.

And somehow, impossibly so, it rains as it snows. The snow refuses to fall, caught in the wind’s serrated embrace. But the rain is not so easily swayed. The downpour is torrential, every droplet that splashes across your skin is stinging. Freezing. And in the darkness of the night, only the constant ghosts of levin painting the sky serve as a candle to your arduous journey towards the center of the plains. Levin and…

Dragonfire.

Snow and ice crunch under your boot, your twin swords sitting quietly on your waist. The air smells of iron, and soot. It smells acrid - of charred flesh and…pleasant almost. Of a freshly roasted spit. It would have been pitch black, but all the lightning streaking the sky and the sea of flames melting the snow which constantly freezes over once more is…more than enough. You can see it all. The sounds of battle. Steel on steel on keratin. Horrible, sickening sounds of bones snapping and talons tearing through flesh. Roars of great wyrms, battlecries of even greater warriors. Sometimes, you hear a familiar voice, see a familiar face. Always, it is drowned out by fire, by steel.

But you carry on. This mountain is violent, it is tragic, and it is repugnant and entrancing and it is maddening and-

It is your mountain all the same. Your mountain, their mountain. A mountain you had all scaled, with a path that you yet need to walk.

Over the years you’ve found that attempting to change any outcome here was futile. Save a life fated to be lost, and the mountain finds a way to smother it all the same. Take a life destined to swell into a putrid, revolting tumor…it will grow into a cancer either way. You are never fast enough to change anything here. They are all shades with a destiny that you cannot fight. Your blades were never good at cutting ghosts down anyway.

The few things you can fight are minor obstacles on your way forward. A squad of soldiers here, a dragon there. They charge you, hissing and leering and mocking your every pitiful movement. It used to weigh heavier on you - the accusations for your actions, for your crimes. Their blows used to knock you to the side, leaving you helpless for a sword to run you through, or flames to burn you to ash. Over the years, it’s all become numb. Light. Being rid of them was like sweeping ants into a drain - an afterthought. Nothing would deter you from the path.

Then, like every night before, you see them. In a clearing opposite of you, the violence of the battle subdued behind an invisible wall. A line that none would dare cross.

Your fate, your destiny. Tall. Muscular but not bulging. Athletic. A face with sharp features but soft skin, prominent cheekbones and long eyelashes. Two swords at the waist - always two swords - well-kept hair the color of nightshade…and eyes of intense, soul-piercing amber. A figure that seemed as if they had been sculpted by the very gods of this land.

It's you. Staring directly at you. Alone on the mountain, it is only you.

You draw steel, and so do you. Your footsteps quicken, a walk turns to a jog turns to a sprint. Your bladestrokes are masterful artistry, your inspiration, this cursed mountain. Your canvas? You. Always you. A portrait always fading yet always painting, desperately trying to finish a piece that disappears as quickly as it is painted. You plant your foot firmly on the ground and dart right with blinding speed, twisting your arm to swing your katana towards your neck. But you’re too fast, and your blade catches your blow perfectly as steel comes flying towards your head.

And yet even caught by surprise, you’re too fast. You duck, and slash at your feet - which you respond to by jumping and stabbing down towards your exposed back. Barely you evade it, rolling to your side and kicking off of the frigid snow to land gracefully on your feet once more. Your blades spark and crackle as levin brings steel to life and you cry to Halone to give you strength as you blast you with a violent, unstable stream of lightning. You raise your blades to meet this blast, gritting your teeth as you dig your heels into the ground and hearing the shifting of snow and the shattering of ice as you are pushed back from the sheer force of the attack you had fired at you. As the stream finally dies out, you stretch your blades left and right, in opposite directions, redirecting the energy sent your way as anything and everything in your path is vaporized cruelly - swiftly.

The next few hours are a blur. You dodge, you lunge, you strike, and you parry. And every effort of yours is met with equal skill, equal force, equal ferocity by you. You feel yourself wearier with every motion, as does the mountain. Dragonfire turns to embers, the singing of steel becomes muted whimpers, and the only thing that continues to rage on is the ever-present storm above you. Around you. Within you.

You stop, and so do you. You sheathe your swords and take several steps back. Ever so slightly you bend as you place your hands on the hilts of your swords. You recognize this stance; you close your eyes and nod at you. A silent, grim understanding of this gesture, of the only way this could end. You open your eyes, resolve etched into your features.

You run. And you run, and you run, and you run. You run towards you, and as you come close enough to kiss your features, you draw your blades and release your breath, resigned to whatever the mountain has in store for you.

You stand there, inches away from your eternal rival, back turned. For a moment, you feel nothing. Then searing pain in your side…you had won it seemed. And yet even as your knees begin to weaken, you hear a thud behind you. You had fallen. Blood drips from where you had been struck…yet it also seeps from your blades. You fall to the ground.

The snow is freezing, and you have naught the strength to stand. The battle had died before you did, dragons and men long dead, pure white now painted a morbid stench of crimson.

You will die with only yourself on this mountain.

But…

You will not die alone.

You drag your aching form, even as your vision blurs and you can no longer recognize where the pain comes from your body. You cannot die alone. You will not die alone. You crawl towards you - the other you - their face despondent and broken. You refuse to let them die alone on this mountain, on your mountain. With every last drop of strength in your blessed cursed body you fight death itself off as you reach their body.

It is cold on this mountain. But for just a moment, perhaps you may find warmth in yourself. In the moments between the fighting, a little warmth to lift the chill deep in your heart.

You look the other Gale in the eye. You’ve never spoken a word to them, but they understand as you press your foreheads against each other and close your eyes. You have lost everything once before…but in this moment, at least, you are reunited with yourself.

The towers below stare at your mountain. They will never see its peak.

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idwt-money · 3 months ago

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Cabin Fever

You tried telling him over and over that it wasn't a good idea, but the stubborn man he was, you and the band packed your bags and made the trip.

You all lived in LA, so the trip wasn't horrible, but it was undoubtedly cramped. you were squished between Noah and Nicholas.

Nicholas was considerably tall compared to you, but Noah was a giant. A giant with spider-like legs.

“Noah move your legs!”

“I'm really trying! There's not much space here!!” Noah whined as Nicholas laughed at your bickering.

Without saying, it was a long ride. You all had to stop at a hotel somewhere in Oregon because it was all too much for the group.

The day you arrived, the snow was already falling but your dad assured everyone it wouldn't get too bad.

In his defense, it did stop…until that night. It was ankle by the time you all woke up. That's when Jokiam and the Nick's went out to get a ton of groceries.

You were invited, but you denied. You loved the cold, but the snow made your pants wet and it was never something you enjoyed.

“Well, if you're staying here, Noah is staying with you.”

“What?! Dad, I'm literally 20! I don't need a babysitter.

Your father went on about how you shouldn't look at it as babysitting. More as someone to “keep you safe” just in case.

You rolled your eyes. It was like you hated Noah. It was quite the opposite. You didn't trust yourself around Noah.