#it's gonna take a day or two SKSK BUT IT'S IN REACH

[picnokinesis]

Just finished part 5! I'm caught up now and it's all very good! I love the world you've built and the energy it has. I love the way you've adapted and realised the characters. I'm trying not to just repeat what I said the first time, but it's all still true and good! In particular, the Doctor's coping mechanisms in part 3, the extended hospital flashback in part 4, and everything about your version of Suki in part 5 were incredible! I also really like the way you've adapted the Doctor's backstory into this universe. This has been a joy to read so far and I'm really excited for part 6!! (obviously no pressure, take as long as you need)

Ahh!! Oh my days again thank you SO much, this is just so so lovely <3 Really happy to hear that you enjoyed parts 3-5!! The hospital flashback in part 4 is probably one of my favourite things that I've written (even though it was extremely emotionally draining about halfway through hahah! but that was appropriate considering what it was all about) so I'm particularly glad you liked that! And ahhh Suki, she was so much fun to write, I had such a blast taking her story and motivations from the original episode and working them into the AU setting.

Regarding the Doctor's backstory - really glad you like how I've adapted it, and of course there is still so much more to be revealed! I'm doing a lot of work on part 6 at the moment and I'm starting to come up to bits where some more clues about her past are going to be peppered in (in fact, there are going to be some BIG clues thrown in soonish, but those are still a fair few chapters away yet). So I'm really excited for you guys to get to read this one!

But ahhh just thank you so much for taking the time to let me know what you thought!! I really appreciate it so much <3 For part 6, I'm really hoping to get it all wrapped up and start posting before the end of March, but it entirely depends on how the last couple of sections go. I've written almost 13 complete chapters so far, but my total estimate is that there'll be about...21 chapters? Maybe? Maybe 20, but I know the Doctor, she'll want five chapters haha! Luckily, I've got some little bits of a few chapters already written up as excerpts, but there's still a bit of a way to go - it's feeling very manageable though!! I'm definitely over half way now, which is such a great feeling.

[tmntxthings]

I feel like Donnie would try to give that toaster an AI system sksks

skskskskskss PART TWO DRABBLE???

Why am I thinking of that old cartoonish movie where the toaster talks and goes on an adventure 💀 that’s not what I’m gonna write but still… anywho I AGREE HE WOULD

part one

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It didn’t take the tech genius long to fix a broken toaster. In fact one could say it only took him an hour or so… and with you back at school, Donatello still had a lot of free time to tinker around with the kitchen appliance. Since you seemed to find it so endearing, enough to talk to, Donnie decided to give it more than just a simple refurbishment.

That wasn’t really his style. He’d program it to do way way more than just toast bread. With that, he got to work. Shelldon would fly by a couple of times, mostly to say, “you’re making a talking toaster??”

“Yes. Yes I am.” Was the only response he could come back with. Because yeah, it sounded ridiculous. But if you wanted to talk to the toaster, wouldn’t it be even cooler if it or rather “he” talked back? He could just picture your face. Racing back from school to see Donnie’s progress, and the amazement you would have to find ‘Buddy’ as you called him, could talk. And not only talk but think for itself/himself. And toast bread too of course..

Yes he liked to imagine you would be amazed. Starry eyed and smiling brightly at him. Happy with himself and his near future he worked harder on this little project. Going as far as giving Buddy a few new designs, not the generic silver, adding his signature color. One stripe of purple going all the way around, and another stripe including your favorite color. (He’d have to work on a face display later..)

All that was left to do was to plug it- him in! Donnie would’ve liked to do a few test runs but it seemed time had flew over his head and he could hear you calling out your arrival from the lair entrance. With a ninja’s speed, he raced to the kitchen, plugging the toaster’s cord into the wall and ran back out to greet you.

“Greetings Dearest!! How was your day?” Donnie spoke quickly trying to catch his breath while smiling widely. “Oh Dee it was great! We did this and that..” you droned on about your day. And usually Donnie would listen with rapt attention. But his thoughts were on your soon-to-be reaction. Of making your little friend come to life. So as you continued to talk about school, classes, friends and everything else his hand reached out grabbing yours.

You continued to talk as he not so subtly pulled you into the kitchen. It seemed his patience was wearing thin when you didn’t immediately notice the toaster, so he made a little noise in the back of his throat to get your attention. “Guess what I did today?” He prompted and your eyes brightened. “Did you finish??” Donnie didn’t need to confirm that though because your face turned to the toasters sitting side by side.

“Oh my goodness!!!!! Donnieeeee!!!! Buddy looks so good!!” You squealed and squeezed his hand excitedly before letting go to get a closer look. Donatello was reeling with happiness, just over the moon at your approval. Of course he knew you would like it. Obviously, it was his tech after all. “Donnie fixed you up nice and snazzy huh Buddy? And look you’re sitting with a friend hehe!!”

Donatello was waiting with bated breath. It was supposed to react to its name ‘Buddy.’ But as the toaster sat there in silence, Donnie felt his hopes crash. “It was supposed to- exasperated groan!!” The purple turtle said as he sidled up next to you. Grabbing the toaster and inspecting it for malfunctions or any faulty points.

“Supposed to what?” You questioned curiously. Watching as he examined the kitchen appliance with great care. “Talk, it-“

“Heeee”

“Right, he was supposed to reply..” Donnie grumped. And found the cause to all his woes. Of course he forgot to flip a certain switch in his haste. “Okay okay Dearest try again!” He said after placing Buddy back down.

“Hey Buddy!” You said enthusiastically and after a second or two the toaster responded in kind. Greeting you cheerfully with your name. You were jumping up and down, squealing with happiness once more and Donnie watched with a pleased expression. Buddy needed more work, Donnie only had half a day to work with. But his mind was already spinning with ideas, ways to make it- him more lifelike.

You had continued talking to Buddy, but he only had a few phrases before he started to repeat himself. “I’m not finished yet,” Donnie made sure to say. Because he could always make something better. You were giving him the goofiest grin, shaking your head as you turned to him. “What?”

“You!”

“Me?”

“You’re just too amazing,” and with that you were jumping into his arms. He readily caught you. Enjoying the sound of your laughter, his own joining in. “Glad you noticed,” he teased with a wink. Causing you to roll your eyes. “My boyfriend knows no bounds,” you continued on though your compliments were turning a bit sarcastic. “Indeed, he’s magnificent. A brilliant mind! One of the greates—“

His speech was cut off by your lips. He couldn’t help but chuckle, returning the kiss. This tactic of shutting him up was one that he didn’t mind. Nope not at all. He’d have to gloat more often if this was to be the effect. You pulled back, planting one more kiss to his snout, “Shall I grab Buddy? For his adventures back into the genius lab?”

He nodded, placing you back down on your feet and watching you with such endearment. “I was thinking..” he mused. “Hmm?” “Well I think we can come up with a better name than Buddy!” Donnie turned his back so you couldn’t see his smirk. Leading the way back to his lab. You gasped, “What’s wrong with Buddy?!” A back and forth ensued, you defending Buddy’s name and Donnie teasing you with more sophisticated names. Truthfully he wouldn’t change it. He just liked to bicker, especially with you. You were just too cute.

[professional-benaddict]

Could you do like a brain damaged Little Peter, and his daddies have to help him with a lot more than a regular little? And it starts off as him like waking up for the fist time after an accident and being scarred that he can’t talk right or something? Like forgot how to walk? Idk 😂💞

hiya sweets!💗 the story took a bit of a turn and ended up a bit different sksk i hope you still like it🥺🌸

Daddies Stephen and Tony, +18 Little Peter, Littles are Known, car accident, major injury, brain injury, angst, arguments, whump, comfort, happy ending

They should have checked. If only the daycare workers had checked that everyone had their helmets on before they headed out on the biking trip. Tony feels his heart rate pick up in his chest once again at the thought. The ups and downs have been a constant ever since the accident. Just when Tony manages to relax and maybe fall asleep, his body and mind wakes him with new worries and terrible images.

The doctors are hopeful. Peter got help quickly, and they managed to stop the swelling in his brain before he reached critical condition. But, the boy hasn’t woken up, and it has been over a week. That’s over a week that Tony and Stephen haven’t slept. And it is really starting to tear at them.

At least Peter looks comfortable and peaceful in his hospital bed, carefully and closely monitored and supported by machines. The nurses turned him onto his side in the morning, and the boy’s curls are spread out on his pillow. The bandage around his head is a constant reminder of the terribel damage to Peter’s precious brain. Luckily, the boy is breathing himself, but his cognitive abilities might have been damaged. Permanently. Meaning no speaking, and perhaps not even voluntary movement.

The medical staff have been understanding, and have kept their promise of keeping them up to date on Peter’s condition. But, even they do not have all the answers.

“Babe.” Stephen says hoarsly. His voice is too weak to catch Tony’s attention. The exhausted doctor tries once more. He actually has to think to speak louder. “Babe. Do you want to come with me to the canteen? Get some coffee?”

“No- no, I’d rather be with him. He must be so scared.” Tony says, not looking away from Peter.

Stephen doesn’t want to be the pessimist, but he is itching to point out that Peter might not wake up. And even if he does, he might not even have the capacity to be scared. And not recognise his Daddies, and not call their names...

“Tony...”

“Don’t.”

Tony’s voice is sharp, like a stab in Stephen’s gut. The man looks away, biting his lip. He can feel Tony’s angry gaze on his back.

“Don’t you dare.”

Stephen breathes shakily, trying desperately to keep himself together.

“I didn’t-”

“I know exactly what you were gonna say. Don’t you fucking dare. It has just been ten days, he is still breathing by himself. I think that’s a fucking miracle.”

“A miracle?!” Stephen cannot help but scoff. His emotions are taking over, and whatever control he usually has, is thrown out the window thanks to his exhaustion. If he cannot have the relief of Peter waking up to his usual self, then at least he can have the satisfaction of getting angry at his partner. And it looks like Tony needs that satisfaction as well, and rises from Peter’s bed.

“What if that’s all he can ever do? Breathe and sleep? That’s no miracle! That’s- that’s...”

“Don’t you dare! I’m telling you, Stephen! Don’t you say our sweetheart baby is- is-”

The word hangs heavy in the air, unspoken but crushingly present in the room. For a moment, Stephen and Tony see beyond the rage in each others’ eyes, and they remember. They temember the two of them, their love. Their shared love for their precious baby.

“Tony...” This time, Stephen’s voice is broken. He just about crumbles in front of Tony, and covers his face with his hands. Without hesitation, Tony embraces his partner, hugging him tight.

“I know- I know...” Tony replies, sounding just as broken.

As an act of truce, Stephen and Tony collect themselves and head down to the canteen for the watered down coffee they sell there. The warm drinks brings little to no comfort. The only comfort they have is each other, and so Stephen and Tony hold hands as they sit and look out the window blankly.

The Daddies are so exhausted and run down that they hardly pay attention to the people passing by, not even when a pair of hurried footsteps seem to stop right by them.

“Mister Stark and Doctor Strange?”

The Daddies lift their gazes blarily, spotting a nurse by their table. She looks familiar, although they cannot remember her name. And, she looks hopeful...

“Wha-”

“Peter-”

“Peter is asking for you.” The nurse informs with a warm smile and nod.

“He asked?!”

“For- for us?”

“He asked for ice cream too, but I think he wants you guys more.” The nurse chuckles lightly.

Stephen and Tony spring up in an instant, and break out into a run. They are in a hurry to see their baby.

[satendou]

⟼ if the glove fits

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⇢ pairing: kuroo tetsuro/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢  summary: you find a pair of gloves from one of kuroo’s old cosplays. yeah.

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⇢ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, glove kink, fingering, daddy kink, kuroo calls you a slut like 6 times or somethin’

⇢  word count: 4.2k

a/n: i killed @keijiskitten​ with this one so thank you for your sacrifice queen sksks

You sat in the middle of the room, humming a tuneless song quietly to yourself as you rifled through the box in front of you, looking for anything worth keeping. It was getting close to the day you were supposed to move, which meant deep cleaning. The rest of the bedroom was littered with similar boxes, some packed for the move, some slated for good will. Somewhere in the apartment, you heard glass shatter followed by a curse and winced.

Sighing, you looked at the small book full of “waifu stickers” you had picked up out of the box and your frown quickly turned into a smile. Flipping through it, you giggled at the memory of how you came into possession of it.

Kuroo’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, sounding aggravated and a little reticent as he said, “I broke that stupid bowl you got from Ko. You know, the one with the things on it.”

“The sunflowers?” you asked, looking up at his towering figure in the door. He was scratching the back of his head, looking around the room at the mess. He was enjoying this just as much as you were, complaining about it every ten minutes since you’d started. “I hated that bowl anyway. He’ll be disappointed though.”

Throwing the book in your hands into another box, you dug in again only to hear the fluttering of pages. When you looked up again, he had the sticker book in his hands and was grinning that grin he got when he was thinking about something evil.

“Do you remember the face Kenma made when I stuffed this in his hands at the con? It was priceless. I thought he was really gonna explode,” he said, snickering into his hand. He flipped to the one empty page in the book and burst out laughing.

You couldn’t help but giggle as well, remembering the deep flush that had overcome Kenma when he realized what Kuroo had given him, furtively looking around to make sure no one else had seen before he stuffed it away into his bag, never to be looked at again.

Well, until Kuroo stole it back and plastered a whole page's worth of stickers onto his brand new notebook. He was so proud of himself for that, just waiting for Kenma to take it out in full view of the class, and he wasn’t disappointed. Kenma had turned such a vivid shade of red when he caught sight of all the half-naked women that you swore his head was going to erupt and you couldn’t help but laugh at him then too. He had spent the rest of the day fielding awkward questions and casting baleful looks at Kuroo who, of course, found the whole thing hysterical and didn’t stop talking about it for days afterwards.

“We gotta keep this, babe,” he said, throwing it onto the bed. Even if he’d never use the stickers again, it was a memory he was fond of, though he loved all the memories of that con. It was the first one he had gone to with you and he smiled as he thought of the way you had run around wide-eyed in awe, tugging him and Kenma to all the artist and vendor stalls, pointing out the games you were interested in and wanted to try, and chatting animatedly with the cosplayers dressed as your favorite characters.

You, Kenma, and Kuroo had all sported costumes of your own, dressed from three different series and happily geeking out over everything the venue had to offer. It was one of his favorite memories with you, aside from when you agreed to date him, of course. 

And probably the first time you fucked, as well, but that was to be expected. It was Kuroo, after all.

Something in your hand caused you to smile, gaining his attention, and he wandered over to peer over your shoulder. Anything that made you smile like that had to be good, and coming from that box it could be anything.

It turned out to be a glove, a soft leather glove that he had bought specifically for the cosplay he was going to wear for that convention. He had cut that suit so fuckin’ nice, if the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him the whole day had anything to say about it.

Or the way you couldn’t keep your hands off of him that night in the hotel room. Thank god Kenma had his earphones in while he slept, because there was no way he wouldn’t have been woken up by the two of you fooling around in the bed beside his.

“Oh, that brings back some memories,” he said, and grinned at the flush that dusted your cheeks. You knew exactly what he was talking about it, and the way your fingers tightened around the glove told him you did. Lust lanced through him and he forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be cleaning, more interested in how hard he could rile you up.

As hard as he was, hopefully.

The glove slipped from your fingers, a long, tan arm reaching past you to pluck the other one up from the box. His breath ghosted over your ear, his words so innocent but absolutely dripping with purposeful intent and sinful promise. “Let’s see if they still fit.”

You froze, heart dropping to your stomach, fighting against the urge to moan as he nipped at the shell of your ear. It was astounding how he could go from light and airy to this like the flip of a switch. It was enough to give you whiplash, and it made you squirm with new arousal.

“Don’t move, baby,” he commanded, watching your shoulders tense and your fingers curl into your palm, but you didn’t move, like the good girl you were. The gloves slid on without resistance, just as soft and pliant as they were the day he bought them, and he actually felt relief. It would have sucked if his plans fell through, especially after he’d gotten himself all worked up thinking about it. He still clearly recalled that night in the hotel, how wet you were and the way you gushed as he fingered you with those gloves on.

The leather was smooth against your skin as he caressed your cheek from behind. You could recognize the feel of it instantly and your arousal went from 2 to 10 in a split second. We were already, you were remembering the feel of them in the dark, unable to see anything that he was doing, completely at his mercy.

You shifted uncomfortably, your panties sticking to your wet core, as his hands traveled from your cheeks, down the front of your shirt, and over your clothed breasts before they turned over.

“Watcha think, princess? They still fit. Think they still feel the same?” he asked and heard your breath hitch. He wanted to laugh at how easy you were. Everything was written all over your face and he was about to cash in.

You could feel him shaking against your back, knew he was trying to contain his laughter, but it wasn’t fair. His words were said in such a light an airy way, like he really was just asking an innocent question, but there was more to it. There had been more to it since he’d worn them for the first time ages ago, and you cracked a wobbly grin at the memory of what those gloves had felt like.

They felt strange as they gathered your hair up, fingers weaving in the knot before your head was roughly yanked back. This was what you loved about Kuroo, the way he could go from soft and teasing to dominating and rough, and you it made you shiver with anticipation. There wasn’t much you could think to do, with his free hand sliding up and over your stomach. It was then you realized that he was kneeling behind you and your eyes fluttered open to look up at him staring down at you. He was so tall, leaning over you, wearing a feral grin. It wasn’t fair that he was so attractive, that he had such a strong power over you, and you wanted to pout.

“I’m waiting, princess,” he said, tugging at the handful of hair he still held.

Oh, he was serious, using that name. That meant he was heated and would treat you nice if you listened. It always sent chills through you, made your lips part and a whine leave your lips. His smirk widened as your pupils blew wide, that little noise of pleasure making his hard cock twitch and he was suddenly glad he was wearing sweats. It would have been annoying to have it trapped in the tight confines of a pair of jeans, and now he could enjoy playing with you without trouble.

It took longer than he liked for you to finally answer, but he couldn’t blame you too much. It was a power he wielded over you and he took pleasure in how spaced out he could make you feel with a few sweetly whispered words and well placed touches. He wanted to laugh at the way that even just slipping on a pair of gloves could turn you on, if it was him doing it. But you finally did answer, a meek, “Yes,” reaching his ears. 

It was full of submission and he knew underneath your shorts, your pussy was soaked*.

“Good girl. Now,” he said, releasing his hold on you and moving back just a little, “strip.”

You turned to face him, but he didn’t want to make it easy. He remained on his knees and wrapped his hands around your inner thighs as you stood before him, trying to remove your shirt. He felt the heat radiating from between them, letting his thumb run gently over where your clit would be and you trembled, your shirt finally landing with a soft ruffle on the floor a little ways away. When you started to tug at your shorts, he squeezed, leering up at you. 

The way he licked his lips shorted your thoughts out, narrowing down to a want to feel his mouth on your nipples, biting and sucking in that way that made your head spin. But Kuroo seemed to have other plans, even if he really, really looked like he wanted to fulfill your need.

“No, princess, I think I’ll take care of these. I wonder…” he said, hook his gloved fingers under the hem of your shorts. The leather was soft as it grazed your skin on the way down, the gusset of your panties peeling away from your drenched folds. “You’re absolutely soaked, just like I thought. You really are a slut for gloves, huh?”

His words made you flush, equal parts embarrassed and aroused at the way he was smirking up at you from his knees. Even though you now towered over him, he still held all of the control, lifting first one foot and then the other to free your ankles from your shorts. He wasn’t wrong that it turned you on, and you couldn’t even explain why. Just...something about seeing him in them turned off the rational part of your brain and turned on whatever was attracted to gloves.

He was expecting an answer, and you bowed your head down, your cheeks aflame as you whispered, “Y-Yes, I’m a slut for gloves.”

But he clicked his tongue, giving you a severe look and you were confused until he prompted, “Yes, what*?”

Oops. Before you could rectify, his hands were sliding up between your legs, thumbs splitting your lips apart so he could stare unimpeded at your glistening core. His tongue wetted his lips, mouth watering to taste you, but you needed to earn it, first.

All you wanted was to feel those gloves sliding inside of your slick hole and you buckled quickly, clutching your hands to your chest. Hot tears pricked your eyes, embarrassment fueling your arousal at his open staring. 

“I’m waiting, princess.”

This time when Kuroo prompted you, there was a hint of warning in it, a dark promise that if you wanted this to continue nice and slow and teasing, you had better answer him. Of course, he was more than willing to change course if you decided you wanted to be a brat and disobey him. If he had to have his way, he’d like a nice repeat of that first night before he started leaving pretty handprints all over your ass, but he’d take it either way. And you knew that.

“Y-Yes, daddy. I’m sorry,” you said, your voice whiny and soft and music to his ears. He’d never get tired of hearing the way you needed him, his hands on your skin, his cock bringing you to completion, his name ripping from your throat every time. “I’m your little slut for gloves, daddy. Please touch me.”

A groan tore from his throat at that. It was a good touch, you manipulative little brat, and he almost wanted to punish you now anyway. But he refrained, chuckling darkly at the mental image of your ass covered with his handprints, dark leather soothing the sting from repeated slaps. He supposed he would just stow that away for later, when you decided you did want to act up.

This time, though, he tugged you forward until you were standing with your legs spread on either side of his knees, slick pussy hovering just over his lips. If he were to sit up just a little, he was sure that you would smear all down his chin and he wanted so bad to find out if that was the case. He held back though, not wanting to overwhelm you too much. He started out slow, letting his covered fingers slide through your folds, coating them in your essence. They were so wet, in fact, that he was sure you could take two fingers with little issue, if he so desired.

“Guess we won’t need the lube, huh, princess? Man, if I’d remembered where I put these I’d have used on them on you way sooner,” he said, lips quirking up when you shivered. He knew his hot breath must have felt good and teasing against your sensitive, needy cunt, and let his tongue flick against your clit once to feel it again. You squeaked, hips jerking in response and he snickered. “That feel good? I’m gonna make you feel even better.”

His lips met your clit in earnest, lapping at it while the tips of his fingers teased your sopping hole, gathering up your slick and smearing it to coat the length of them. There was no way he was going to try it without some lubrication, he didn’t want to hurt you. But it didn’t matter as you moaned at the contact, both hands weaving in his hair for something to hold onto as you moaned and whined his name, rocking into his mouth. 

They tightened when one long finger finally, finally filled you, so good and yet not enough. You could feel the stitching of the smooth leather catching on your insides, and when he twisted his finger just so-- oh, oh.

“That feel good, princess?” Kuroo asked, pulling off your clit. He had felt your cunt clench around him when he grazed his finger just so and, though he ached to feel it against his bare skin, even he had to admit you were wetter than ever just because he’d slipped on a pair of goddamn gloves. He was annoyed by the fact, but then you moaned his name, a slurred noise he could barely call speech and remembered why he wasn’t.

“Yes, fuck, yes that feels so good, daddy. Again, do it again please, I want to cum,” you babbled, fingers trailing through his tangled locks to the back of his neck. Your nails dug in, pushing his neck gently and he let you, guiding his lips back to his clit. On the next stroke into you, he shoved a second finger in, and you squeezed down with a mewl. More praising babbles and broken begging left your slack mouth, your legs trembling with the effort to remain standing. 

But he wanted you to come before he laid you out on the floor and fucked you stupid. And the stupid gloves would have to go too, he wanted to run his bare hands all over every inch of you. 

He twisted his fingers inside you again, slurping up your sweet juices as he ravaged your clit, making sure the tips of the gloves and stitching caught that sweet spot just right every time. You were a wreck, unable to string together a coherent thought against the pleasure building up. His fingers crooked, pressing into that spongy spot when he felt you squeeze down, focusing all his attention on it as much as your clit and the building pleasure slammed down, making your stomach clench and your knees almost buckle. Only your hands on his shoulders and his free arm wrapping around your legs kept you steady as he continued to assault your sensitive, well, everything.

“Stop, please,” you cried, pushing at his head to get his attention. He already knew you were through, though, grinning against your clit as he gave it one last smacking lick. If he thought you were wet before, it was nothing compared to the slick covering your inner thighs now, and his grin turned into a proud smirk. While you regained your breath, he tugged his sweats down to his knees, as far as he could get them without standing up and then took your hand in his clean one.

You willingly followed his insistent tugging down to the floor, allowing him to pull you into his lap and settle you right over his throbbing cock. It nestled perfectly between your oversensitive folds, hard and leaking precum against his stomach. It was drenched in your juices in an instant, only encouraging him to rock his hips gently and smirk when you whined.

“What’s wrong, my little glove slut? Thought you could get away from taking daddy’s cock because you’re too sensitive?” Kuroo teased, sliding one long, covered finger between his lips to get a taste of your release. You always tasted too good for him to resist and every time you fucked, which was often, he was going down on you, eating your pussy like a man starved. 

He was a generous lover, sometimes even bringing you to orgasm without asking anything in return. He just liked it, your taste, the way you screamed his name, the feel of you writhing underneath him when you’d had too much but he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet and kept pounding away at your tight little hole until you came for the fourth time. It got him off, knowing you were at his mercy and wanted it, sometimes begging him for more.

Catching the tip of his glove in his teeth, he pulled it off, watching your lips part and your eyes widen. 

That was the sexiest fucking thing you’d ever seen him do, you decided and, when he did it again, you couldn’t resist picking his hand up. 

He almost choked when you took his finger into your mouth, nibbling and sucking the tip and pad while you stared up at him with the most innocent expression you could manage. His cock twitched underneath you as he imagined you down there sucking it instead of his fingers, but it would have to wait until after he’d fucked you into the floor.

With a thump that sounded much worse than it felt, he flipped you onto your back, your legs hitched around his slender hips while he haphazardly kicked his sweats the rest of the way off. The instant they were off, he threw your legs up onto his shoulders and lined himself up with your waiting, needy hole and pushed, bottoming out inside your cunt without waiting. Your wail of pleasure filled the room at his unexpected roughness, silky walls clenching around him while you tried to wrap your mind around the mix of pain and pleasure. He was a large man and taking him wasn’t what you would call easy, but the way you swallowed him with no resistance and clawed at his arms, lips parted in a silent moan as he pulled out and slammed back in made it worth it. To him, at least.

Not that he could hear you complaining over the wet sounds of him stretching you out. His rhythm faltered only long enough for him to push your knees up to your shoulders before he started again, the new angle letting him deeper into your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess. How’s daddy’s cock feel, fucking you open? You gonna cum again, slut?” he snarled, hips slamming so hard into yours he was sure you would have bruises. The idea only spurred him on, staring down at where his cock slid in and out of your tight pussy. He fully intended to make you cum again, preferably around him while he came inside you, but he wasn’t sure he would last that long, not with you so hot and tight around him. He’d really gotten himself worked up eating you out, but what else was new?

“Cock feels so good,” you slurred, back in a permanent curve as you let him fuck you. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna cum on it, want you to cum in me, please*. Don’t stop, daddy, please please please don’t stop.”

You would surely lose your mind if he did, only able to focus on the catch and drag of his flared tip on your walls, the steady pounding of his head against your cervix, imagining him filling you up like he fucking owned you. And he did, heart, body and soul.

He already knew that, of course, but you told him anyway, rambling praises mixed with a near constant stream of I love you’s. You sounded so fucked out, eyes wide and tears leaking down your cheeks, that he groaned and stuffed himself deep, grinding himself against your clit and it hit just right and you tumbled so suddenly off a cliff you didn’t even know you were standing on it.

He felt the stinging pain of your nails in his arm and vaguely wondered if you had drawn blood this time, but it was overshadowed by the tight vice around his cock as he came. Your cries rang in his ears while the clenching of your walls through your orgasm milked him until he was oversensitive. 

Still, he didn’t pull out even after the both of you had relaxed, instead bracing himself on one arm above your head and using his free hand to wipe away the tears still rolling down your cheek. You were breathing heavy, legs trembling where they were hooked over his thighs and he laughed at the doe eyed, sleepy expression you were giving him.

“You’re so amazing, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. Your response was instant, lips parting to let his tongue dip in and have a taste. Your arms were shaking as you pushed your fingers into his hair, holding him there for a moment longer. But he was stronger, especially now, and broke away, letting his hand trail down your side and eliciting a tired giggle. “What’s say we forget about cleaning and take a fuckin’ nap?”

You were in no position to argue, so you just nodded, eyes already closing. It was never a dull session with Kuroo and this almost always happened. Ever the gentleman, he wandered into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up well enough that you would be able to sleep comfortably without making a mess, before he picked you up in his arms.

Yours curled around his neck, snuggling down into his chest and he found it so cute that instead of just dropping you on the bed-- which was tempting, Kuroo couldn’t deny it-- he laid down with you still in his arms. It took some arranging and a lot of whining on your part before he had you where he wanted you, between his legs and splayed across his chest. Your breathing was even before he got himself comfortable with his arm behind his head.

This was pretty much perfect, he decided as he stared down at you sleeping peacefully. He could still see remnants of tear tracks on your cheeks and smirked, glancing at the gloves still laying on the floor. He would have to wash them, and then they were getting stowed away somewhere safe so they wouldn’t get lost again, because he knew for sure they were getting used in the future.

But you didn’t need to know that. He was sure you’d enjoy the surprise anyway.

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taglist: @umihami​, @kunimwuah​

[jinie]

bedtime memories | kth

❥ Pairing: Taehyung x reader

❥ Genre(s): pure fluff

❥ Word count: 3061

❥ Rating: PG-13

❥ Warnings & tags: established relationship, Tae is a sweeatheart, brief mentions of sex, this might be really sappy sksks

❥ Summary: Going down memory lane with your boyfriend at two in the morning turns out to be exactly what you needed to slow down your racing mind.

A/N: @taehyung-me-down​ this is your gift!! Happy birthday bb <3 I hope you’ll like it, I did my best to bring you some good quality fluff! Ily and I hope you’ll have an amazing day uwu thanks for always being there for me!! Also, a special thanks to Mari @shadowsremedy​ who helped me with the summary! <3 (on a side note, wow, I can’t belive I’m finally posting something sksks) 

Taehyung suddenly felt aware of his surroundings, his sleep going away too quickly and for no apparent reason. He felt you shifting your weight beside him and sighed softly, trying to find a more comfortable position as well, in hopes he'd go back to his deep slumber. A chilly breeze came in through the open window beside the bed and he wondered if the cold air was what woke him up in the first place, but quickly shook the thought off, giving in to the drowsiness.

He felt his body relaxing and his mind was starting to doze off, but then you shifted in the mattress again and let out a low, frustrated sigh. He stirred from his sleep, curious, and opened his eyes as he lazily reached for his phone under the pillow. He yawned and turned on his screen to check what time it was.

2:48 AM.

The sudden brightness in the dark bedroom caught your eye and, as your boyfriend turned to face you, wondering why weren't you asleep, you let out a surprised "oh".

"Am I moving too much? Did I wake you up?", you asked. Your voice came out hoarse, and it sounded more tired than you had expected.

"It's ok," Taehyung assured, even though you tossing and turning in bed was probably what woke him up. "Are you alright?"

The subtle moonlight that entered the room by the window wasn't enough to make it bright but your eyes, that remained open the whole night, were used to the darkness. You could see Taehyung's concerned gaze and his brown messy hair, the wavy strands pointing at all directions and slightly smashed against the pillow. The pale moonlight made his eyes glow beautifully and you reached out a hand, slowly caressing his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, " you nodded. "I just... can't sleep."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just can't quiet my mind down. There are so many thoughts crossing my head... And I can't seem to get comfortable," you answered. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

Taehyung could tell the guilt you hid behind the sweet tone you used. You never liked to wake him up when you couldn't sleep, even if talking to him could help you to relax. Although he couldn't see your face clearly, he could also tell you were tired and probably had bags under your eyes. Could he do anything for you?

"Are you worried about something?" he questioned, accurately pointing out what was wrong. Your boyfriend knew you too well after so many years together...

"I guess," you admitted. "College is taking a toll on me lately, and work is stressful too."

"You have lectures tomorrow morning. You won't be able to focus and take notes if you don't sleep at least a little bit."

"I know..." you sighed. "But I feel like I'm gonna fail anyway, paying attention or not."

You sounded bitter. Taehyung hated how you looked away when you were done speaking and how your body was tense, he hated how you felt restless and how you worried about such things. He believed those were just useless thoughts running through your mind at the moment, but he knew how distressed you could get over them and he hated the way you kept quiet about it. He always insisted on the idea that, maybe, if you voiced your concerns and shared them with him, you'd feel a little better.

However, as much as he'd like to go into detail about your feelings, Taehyung knew you were both tired. So, instead of keeping the conversation going, he decided to just be there for you. The talk could be postponed to later, you had all the time in the world to sit down and share your thoughts.

"Come here," he said, opening his arms to you.

Without hesitation, you accepted his invitation, beaming at the gesture. Even though it was a summer night and the warmth of your bodies together could get too hot to handle, his warmth was still very welcome. As you settled in his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist, you finally felt comfortable for the first time. His arms felt like home, like the safest and coziest place in the world.

Taehyung could feel your body relaxing next to his, and to help ease the tension you were feeling, he stroked your hair lightly. His touches were soothing and you felt goosebumps running your body. Soon you also felt like your problems were starting to disappear and all you wanted to do was to close your eyes and forget about everything, but you were still unable to fall asleep.

Somehow, the silence in the room felt too loud. Sure, noises were coming from the street every now and then, like some car passing the street or some dog barking in the distance, and the ceiling fan quietly buzzed above your heads. You could listen to Taehyung's calm breath as well as your own, but it all felt too quiet, quiet enough for your thoughts to get loud and creep in your mind again.

"Can you tell me a story?", you asked, breaking the silence. Suddenly, Taehyung's deep voice sounded like just what you needed. You've always liked to listen to him, something about his voice was very soothing and you knew that, at this moment, it'd help to keep all the unwanted feelings and thoughts out.

"What?", Taehyung asked, confused for a second.

"Tell me a story," you repeated.

You looked up at him and your boyfriend slightly tilted his head. "Like, a bedtime story? Why would you want me to do that?" he chuckled, not getting the point of doing so.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I just wanna hear your voice."

"Oh?"

"It calms me down," you confessed, looking away while you felt your cheeks burning in slight embarrassment. You had never told him how much you liked his voice, how you could listen to him talking for hours. It was like admitting a guilty pleasure of yours. "I think it's gonna help me to fall asleep."

"Well, what should I talk about, then?", he asked with a small smile on his lips, as he now began rubbing circles on your back and shoulders with his fingertips. Your revelation caught Taehyung off guard, he wasn't expecting to hear that out of all things you could've said. He never imagined you'd find comfort in such a simple thing as his voice, but it made him immensely happy to know about it. He liked to know you could rely on him the same way he relied on you, you were also a safe place for him, the one person who could make all his troubles go away like magic.

"Anything you want, really. I just wanna hear you," you answered quietly, the slightest bit of expectation growing inside you.

You waited while Taehyung decided on what to talk about. Should he tell you about his day? Should he come up with some story? Did you want to listen to some fairytale? He kept wondering for a few seconds until what seemed the perfect idea popped in his mind.

"You know, I think it's really funny how you squeal when you're excited," he said, a fond smile forming on his lips as he thought about you earlier that day.

During the afternoon, you were discussing the idea of getting a pet and when Taehyung agreed to have a small dog, which was allowed in your apartment, you started to squeal. It was something you've always done, since childhood, and he knew you hated it. He knew it was involuntary and that you didn't like it when people pointed it out. To him, it was a cute habit nonetheless and when he thought about the highlights of his day, it was the first thing that came to mind. You squealing, your happy and shiny eyes, and the way your smile was so wide... His heart fluttered in his chest as he recalled the moment. He loved to see you happy and excited about things.

"Hey, no!", you gave his chest a light slap in between giggles. "If you talk about that I'm gonna quick you out of bed!"

"I highly doubt it," he replied, looking down at your pouty face and chuckling in amusement.

"But seriously, don't tease me about that!"

"You said I could talk about anything," he protested in an amused voice.

"You know it makes me embarrassed," you mumbled, getting comfortable in his arms again, and waiting for him to start over.

Taehyung thought your reaction was adorable and he would've kept on teasing you, but he had no energy to do so.

"Alright, I won't tease anymore," he promised, smiling. "I thought it was a good idea to talk about memories, though."

"What memories?" you questioned, interested.

"Remember our first kiss?" he asked back. "It tasted like vanilla."

"What?" you chuckled on his chest. "How do you even remember that?"

"You don't?" he inquired quite surprised.

"No," you admitted, shaking your head lightly. "But that was back in high school, how could I remind such details?"

"Well, I remember as if it happened yesterday. You passed the exams with good grades, even on the subjects you were failing, so I decided to treat you as a reward. We went for ice cream after school. I was so proud of you, for working hard and achieving good results... By that time, I already liked you a lot." Taehyung's deep voice felt peaceful and soothing in the darkness and, although it was low and he sounded a bit sleepy, his voice was the only thing you could focus on. You could listen to him for hours and it made you feel like everything was alright. "I was nervous. Like, I was shitting myself," he laughed, "but I decided if I didn't do it at that moment, I'd never be able to. So I kissed you right after you finished your ice cream and it tasted like vanilla," he continued. 

"Oh," you exclaimed, surprised. "I didn't know you had such a good memory... But you really kissed me out of the blue."

He nodded. "And then I confessed... It was one of the best choices I've ever made."

"You're such a sap," you said teasingly, but a small smile appeared on your lips. Taehyung wasn't one to show his feelings through words a lot, so listen to him say these types of things made you feel happy, it felt really special.

"Do you remember when we decided to move in together? I remember as if it was yesterday," he kept on talking.

You nodded, as a smile made its way to your face once more.

"In our first night here we had no furniture," he reminisced. "There was a delay in the delivery of our stuff..."

"Yeah, so we slept on a few blankets in the living room for the first two days," you agreed, your smile growing wider as you recalled the empty apartment and how everything felt so fresh back then.

"I remember we were both in our pajamas already, wearing socks and getting ready to sleep, but I was so excited to be moving in together that I still had a lot of energy. So I waited for you and when you came out of the bathroom I grabbed your hand and started to slide on the flooring with you."

"I remember that too," you laughed, recalling the night. Now, living together had become routine and you've created so many other memories since then... However, you would always cherish those times too, when everything was new.

"I guess I'll never forget the face you made and how you were screaming we'd fall until we stopped. But, then, you started to laugh and said you wanted to do it again. And we kept playing like two kids until we really fell down. That was such a good day... It always makes me happy to think about it."

"How did you even discover we could slide like that?" you asked, suddenly curious about where he got that random idea from.

"I was gonna wait for you outside the bathroom and kiss you. I wanted to surprise you and tell you how happy I was, but I slipped and fell on my butt when I got up from the blankets."

You giggled, picturing the scene perfectly in your mind. "I never heard about that."

"Then I just thought we could have some fun," he shrugged. "You were a bit stressed about moving and all the things we still had to unpack and organize, so I thought it was a good idea to make you laugh a bit. And it worked, I never thought we could get that happy over something so silly!" 

"Keep going," you blurted out in a whisper, eager to hear more. Taehyung's voice came out softly, in a low tone that was so calming... You couldn't help but want him to keep talking, especially because you were getting an insight into how he felt about your moments together.

"I remember it was also our anniversary that day, right?" he continued, as per request. "I was feeling bad for not being able to get you something in time, but we ended up having the time of our lives that night. It was fun," he smiled, feeling his chest grow warm as the memory came back to him so vividly. It was a moment of his life he would always cherish. "I remember when I laid down I realized I'd wake up next to you every day from then on and I was so happy... Sounds sappy now," he chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "But I was so happy that our relationship was evolving back then."

"Hm? Is that so?" you asked, slightly tightening your grip around his waist as happiness seemed to flood your chest. Then you yawned. Your eyelids were starting to feel a little heavy and you made no effort to keep them open as more words left Taehyung's mouth. He was in a daze, reminiscing the past.

"Oh, and a few days later, we had our first time... I guess that's when I felt like our relationship was getting really serious. I felt like we were taking such a big step," he confessed, his smile growing bigger. "I remember it perfectly. That's one of the moments I can recall the best."

"Tell me more," you whispered. You wanted to see his face and what kind of look he had on, but you couldn't bring your tired body to obey your wishes and you kept your eyes closed, feeling more and more somnolent as you enjoyed his featherlight touches on your back and how the circles he was rubbing on your skin made your body shiver.

"You insisted real bad even though you were shaking in nervousness," he chuckled. "And I really wanted to make you feel good, but I was a bit unsure as well."

Taehyung gently hugged you, not even aware of your current state. You were probably not assimilating all of his words anymore, but it didn't matter, he just kept talking. And, as he remembered that moment, he held you in his arms nostalgically.

"It all went away when you started to let yourself go, though. I remember how it felt awesome hearing your moans for the first time... I'm not sure if I should've been gentler, but it was hard not to lose myself once your shyness disappeared. I don't know why, even though that wasn't the best one, that night really was something else... I especially love the way your breath hitched right before I brought you over the edge," he smirked. "And then you kept on calling my name. You were amazing..." Taehyung stopped, as if leaving a trance, suddenly catching himself in embarrassment. How could he say such things so easily?

He quickly looked down, not sure about how you would react to such a revelation, only to find your figure buried in his chest and notice you were completely relaxed. He, then, noticed your steady and calm breaths. You were finally resting...

He smiled in content and adoration as he looked at you. He never really told you all of these things and how he felt about these moments before, but seeing your happy features was enough to convince him this was the type of talk you should have more often, especially to cheer you up or help you to relax. 

If you weren't trying to sleep, and looking so comfortable on his arms, Taehyung definitely would have pulled you into a kiss. However, he didn't want to disrupt you, since you were finally sleeping. Instead, he decided a few sincere words would be enough at that instant.

"I never told you about these things before, right? But I just want you to know I'm grateful for each and every moment we had together so far. I wouldn't trade what we have for nothing in the world."

He had put his heart into such words and even though you were drowsy, half asleep already, you could tell he really meant that. A small smile appeared on your lips and your heart fluttered in your chest just the slightest bit.

"I love you," you said, before completely giving in to sleep. Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but you knew your feelings would reach him.

Taehyung smiled as well. "I love you, (Y/N)," he said back.

And with that, he kissed the top of your head and finally allowed himself to close his eyes and relax again. A feeling of satisfaction and happiness overflowing him, as Taehyung thought about how much he loved having you on his arms, how he didn't want to ever let you go and how he wanted to be able to sleep and wake next to you again, every day, until the very end of his life. Even if, sometimes, sleeping and waking up next to you meant waking up in the middle of the night and losing a few hours of sleep just to talk about anything in particular.

He could swear he felt you smiling against his chest and he could tell he was probably smiling too, but slumber was taking over too quickly for him to check. 

[ajokeformur-ray]

You are enough, honey // Arthur x Flavia // body insecurity comfort.

I don't know omg maybe something about an anxious reader who struggles with body image and in general very insecure about everything she is or does, and that leads her to think she's never enough? I love the way you write about those prompts sksk but I know that you've written about that very many times, so if you prefer to write about something different than usual don't hesitate to tell me <3 I mean I already know I'm gonna love it no matter what sksks @jokerownsmysoul 

A/N: Thank you so, so much for everything that you’ve ever done for me!!! You and your writing are such a blessing and we’re so incredibly lucky to have you here, darling! I truly hope that you like this piece; I’m so sorry it took me so long! I get really nervous to the point of stomachaches with personalised pieces lmao if you don’t like this then please let me know and I’m happy to make any changes. ILYYYYYY~ <3 enjoy!! ^^ <3

I really related to and connected with this piece and it was quite cathartic to write; I hope that it’s the same for you. 

Warnings for body insecurity, feeling like you’re not enough and other spiralling thoughts. I think I swear? Idk.

Word count: 3, 190 (I hope the length makes up for your long wait omg I’m so sorry I’ve been so lazy with writing recently)

It had started when you looked in the mirror, when you had really looked at yourself and at your body, and ever since then had something inside you been building. For weeks had this something been plaguing you... Arthur had picked up on it from the very beginning, so emotionally intellectual and so intuitive was he, but he trusted that when you were ready to talk about it, you would approach him and open up to him. So much between you was often left unsaid because you knew each other, you knew each other inside and out and so often did the both of you comfort the other on things which hadn’t been voiced because they hadn’t needed to be. On days like today, however, when issues which had been building were about to come to a head and you had been feeling too dark, too heavy within yourself and your body to even think about reaching out, Arthur was ready with open arms and listening ears. 

When push came to shove, Arthur would catch you. Every single time. No matter how far down the rabbit hole in your mind you fell, Arthur would drop to his knees without a thought for himself and reach within your own mind to pull you out, to bring you back home to him. It was the least he could do for you after everything that you had done for him, after all. There was nothing but love in Arthur’s heart and you were his one and only person who understood him. As such, you received all of Arthur, all of his good and all of his bad, and you gave him all of yourself in return. You were both safe with each other, safe from the world and especially safe from yourselves.

You usually did what you could to avoid catching even the smallest of glimpses of yourself in any reflective surfaces. You would stand at the side of the sink and awkwardly bend over to wash your hands or to brush your teeth. When Arthur was standing beside you, so close was he that your elbows would occasionally knock against each other’s when you were washing your faces before bed. You would make each other laugh by pulling silly faces in the mirror, and it wasn’t unusual for one of you to choke on toothpaste or your toothbrush as a result of laughing so hard. During this time, you would keep your eyes on the water stained walls or the mouldy, cracked ceiling, or even on your dear, sweet Arthur. In a way were you afraid of yourself, afraid of what was within your mind, of your thoughts... If you looked in the mirror now, especially after the thoughts which had already started to bloom in your mind, you knew not what you would do. You knew your disgust would be immediately obvious upon your face, however, and that was something which you knew Arthur would not allow to pass by without mention.

Arthur had noticed these behaviours and though he often frowned at it, knowing what he did of you and the way that you were always so hard on yourself, most especially when you needed to treat yourself with kindness above all else, he knew that there was nothing he could really say. Hell, he was guilty of those same behaviours; of standing in front of the mirror and picking himself apart so completely that he reduced himself to a convulsing, cackling pile of a broken man on the floor of the bathroom. As such, Arthur held his tongue. He trusted you to talk to him about the things that were on your mind, just as you trusted him to do the same. It had always been a rule between the two of you that neither of you would hold yourselves back. You could laugh, cry, yell, scream, anything, and the other would be there. Within those four tiny walls of the cramped yet cosy apartment were the two of you safe from the world. You protected each other from everything as best as you could and it wasn’t unusual for you and for Arthur to sit facing each other on the bed or on the sofa, sharing your pains and wiping each other’s tears away and telling each other bad jokes to make the other giggle.

You would both do anything to make the other smile and to make the other feel as themselves as they were capable of being in that given moment, and it was arguably the one thing that kept the two of you together when all else failed to do so. Reality was cruel, cold and unforgiving, but Arthur’s hands, cool to the touch as they were, were always warmed by your own wrapped around him so thoroughly that he was unsure of where he started and where you began. You faced the world together, hand in hand, but today... today, had you stumbled and fallen, beaten down by the world and by your own thoughts.

One of those thoughts was more prominent than the other, more harsh and more cruel than the others. It was the loudest thought in your head and it commanded everything that you did, everything that you said. It even affected the way that you were treating Arthur. Though you loved him so desperately that at times did you think that your heart was going to jump right out of your chest and roll right across the floor, though every nerve in your body was screaming out for Arthur to take you in his arms, to chafe some warmth into your weary body with his hands, his gentle touch, though you needed Arthur today a bit more than you usually did, you found yourself pulling away from him. You were breaking the one rule in your relationship this day. You were holding back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Stop... yes... you wanted it all to stop. What was the point of carrying on, of trying as hard as you did? You hated yourself, you hated your body and you hated everything about it, about your personality... that thought, that one single loud thought was screaming at you today. It wouldn’t go away and the more you pushed it down, the more you pushed it back as surely as you were pushing  yourself down and back from Arthur, the louder it screamed until it was all you were aware of.

You’re not enough.

You’re not enough.

You’re not enough.

You’re not enough.

Not enough.

That pressure that had been building within you, sat deep within your chest, poisoning your heart and turning you away from your love and your life, over the last few weeks was beginning to climb up your throat. It was choking you, preventing you from breathing, from catching a break, and as you bent down over the sink to spit out your mouthful of toothpaste did you come back up. The unthinkable, or so it seemed, happened. You caught your own eyes in your reflection and your nose, on impulse, scrunched up in real and true disgust. Oh, how you hated how you weren’t enough. Your body wasn’t enough. Your mind wasn’t enough. Your personality wasn’t enough. You weren’t enough.

Arthur caught this gesture, as he caught everything that you did, and as he bent to spit out his own toothpaste, to finish up the bedtime routine, he decided to put his foot down.

This was enough.

“Flavia.” Arthur’s soft rasp broke through the haze in your mind and you blinked slowly, somehow not daring to look away from your reflection. If you did, if you turned your head away and looked back, would you suddenly see your dream self? Would you be even uglier, somehow? You dared not look away even though you wanted to. Oh, how differently you wanted everything to be. There was only one thing which you would never change about yourself and that was the way you loved Arthur. No one could love you like you could, in your own specific way.

“Hm?” You bent to rinse your mouth out and Arthur’s hand landed on the small of your back as he both gave and received comfort in equal measure. His touch was solid, warm, even through the thin material of your shirt, and his fingers slipped innocently beneath the hem. Skin on skin contact was so important for the both of you. It grounded you, made you focus on something other than the roaring thoughts inside your tried and tired minds, and it only enriched the ethereal connection, the otherworldly bond, between the two of you. You straightened up, wiped your mouth on the nearby towel, and allowed yourself to sink into Arthur’s touch, though a part of you wanted to pull away.

You weren’t worthy or deserving of Arthur. You weren’t perfect, you weren’t everything that he and others needed you to be, you weren’t enough even for yourself so how could you even think that you would be enough for others? Oh, but you were so tired of always being so insecure, of always questioning whether you were saying the right things, doing the right things. Did you love Arthur enough? Did you love too much or, too little? You weren’t worthy of him, you and no matter how much you wished it might be otherwise, you never would be. You knew it and you thought that perhaps Arthur knew it too. Had he settled for you?

Arthur caught the spiral. It was all in your eyes and in that moment did he hate himself. He wasn’t loving you properly, he wasn’t loving you in the way that you deserved because of these thoughts. Though you hadn’t told him about them, he knew you well enough to guess and he knew that, though he wish it wasn’t so, he knew that he was right. The two of you always faced the world hand in hand and when you stumbled and fell, like in this moment as tears stung your eyes and begun to slip down your cheeks as the tenderness in Arthur’s voice, in his eyes and in his touch, overwhelmed and then quietened your thoughts, did Arthur’s grip on you manage to pull you back up to standing.

He cooed softly, in pain and in understanding, and the hand on the small of your back slipped out of your shirt as he pulled you into his arms. With one arm wound around your shaking shoulders, his fingers in your hair, strands slipping through his reverent touch like ink in water and the other around your waist, Arthur began to rock you in his arms as you stood there together, in front of the mirror. You hid your face, you prevented yourself from catching even a glimpse of yourself, of your body, in the mirror, in the warm crook of Arthur’s neck, pressing kisses there as you gave and received comfort in equal measure. Everything was equal with and between the two of you. His thin lips pursed as he peppered the side of your face with kisses. “Can you tell me... what you’re thinking?” Arthur was truly no stranger to that look on your face. He saw it in the mirror every single day, when he, like you, dared to look. He could abide his own insecurities, he could make friends with his own demons, but he would kick yours to the curb.

You bit your lip in hesitation and Arthur, sensing your tension, began to hum off key to That’s Life, still swaying with you on the spot. You smiled, you smiled, and you opened your mouth and like a broken dam did your thoughts drip off your tongue like water. They flowed into one another and fell from your lips so fast that it made you dizzy but you kept going. At one point did Arthur start rocking you in his arms just a little harder, just enough for you to really relax even with all of the turmoil and anguish inside of you, and he shushed you when your breath hitched or when you just needed a little extra something.

When at last, at last, were you finished, when at last had your words ran dry, when at last was there nothing left of yourself to voice, to give, did you fall silent and Arthur, in all of his wisdom and all of his overwhelming and impossible to quantify love for you, moved so that he could claim your lips with his. His lips were soft and warm against your own. He kissed you with such care and reverence, his hands moving to cup your face so that he could really love you in this one affectionate gesture. You were both stood in front of the mirror and Arthur turned you to face your reflection as he broke the kiss, standing behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and resting the sharp angle of his chin on your shoulder, his hollowed cheek pressed against yours. 

“Look at us.” His quiet murmur, his gentle touch and his soft eyes... Oh, but he was so beautiful that you only had eyes for him. “No, Flavia, look at us. Please.” Arthur’s soft rasping voice and the small kiss he pressed to your cheek made you look, really look, and you couldn’t have stopped your nose from wrinkling up in disgust if you tried. You closed your eyes, you turned away from yourself, and Arthur whined quietly, the sound saturated with dissatisfaction. “Look how beautiful you are. Those eyes... so full of love for me. They help you to see where you’re going...” One hand left your waist so that he could boop your nose, making you giggle quietly despite yourself. “This helps you to smell. Your lips... they do so much for you. You can talk, eat, kiss me...” The fingers on one of his hands slid into the spaces between your own, pulling your arms around yourself, over his own arms, so that you were safely in the cage of Arthur’s embrace and your own. 

His message were clear: you would keep your insecurities, worries, fears, doubts, anxieties and everything else away together.

“I know what it’s like,” He pressed another kiss to your cheek. “To think you have to be... perfect all the time. But you don’t.” Arthur shook his head just once and nuzzled his face into your warm neck, moving so that one of his hands, the one not holding your own, could full splay across your stomach as he pressed you flush against him. “You are enough just as you are, Flavia. I wouldn’t want to change a single thing about you. You’re the best thing about this city, about me and I love you for you.”

“But, Arthur, I’m not - “

Arthur frowned but he wanted to hear what you had to say. You always, always made sure that he had his own space with which to express himself, and he would grant you that same courtesy, wanting more than anything to know what you were thinking about. “But what, darling? You can tell me.”

“I’m not, I mean - “ Your eyes roamed over your body. You were clearly full of dislike for yourself, but Arthur was watching you carefully, his strong dark brows knitted in concentration as he tried to connect the dots of your thought process. He saw the precise second that your eyes fell upon his own reflection and that smile, that wonderful smile spread across your face and Arthur couldn’t have stopped his own answering beam if he had tried. That was one thing he loved about himself, if nothing else - his ability to make you smile without any effort on his own part.

“There you are,” He murmured. “Your smile is so beautiful.” Not wanting to let you get away with not speaking your thoughts aloud, however, Arthur then said, “What were you going to say, angel?” His you can tell me anything went unspoken but it hung in the air between you, so palpable was Arthur’s desperate need to know you, all of you.

“I’m just... I’m not enough, Arthur. I’m not enough for me so can I ever be enough for you, I don’t... I’m not worthy of your love. I’m always so insecure and I question everything and I just... I’m just not enough.”

Arthur met your eyes in the mirror once again, his face set in determination and his jaw muscles ticking as he digested your words with a great deal of reluctance. For how long had these thoughts been eating at you? The sight of tears spilling anew down your face made him coo aloud in sympathy and tenderness, the phrase too long drifting through the forefront of his tried and tired mind. “Would you ever love me any less... for being who I am on my worst days?”

You gasped, shocked and hurt and you spun around, turning your back on yourself for your greatest, most important and most worthwhile love. “I would never.”

Arthur eyed you heavily and he folded his arms over his chest. “So why do you think I’d ever do that to you, Flavia? Please, I - “ Arthur closed his green oceans and sighed. You saw him mouth numbers, calming himself, and when he opened his eyes again was his gaze so piercing that it stole the very breath from his lungs. “I love you for you. I get it, the need to - to prove yourself. I try every day to even be noticed but you - you see me. Every day. I don’t even have to try. You see me and you love me, Flavia, and I just - it hurts to see you doing this to yourself. I would never change a single thing about you, do you hear me?”

You nodded, a sad smile on your face as you looped your arms around Arthur and tugged yourself into his body, needing to feel all of him. “I hear you, Arthur. I always do.”

“I know,” His voice, thick with unshed tears and with love, so much love, climbed inside your ears and melted into your brain, preventing those evil thoughts from getting as strong a hold on you. His love was a very specific kind of magic, a very specific kind of medicinal balm on your soul and you knew that never again would you ever want anyone else to love you in the way that Arthur did. He always knew what to say, he always knew what to do, and that would never ever change. “I love you, Flavia. So much. You’re always enough, darling, I promise.”

“I love you too, Arthur. My heart. Thank you, baby.”

Arthur squeezed you and held you tightly to him as he peppered the top of your head with kisses, and when you went to bed that night, less than an hour later, you found that your thoughts were blissfully quiet and you felt... and you felt enough.

[oliveiraveiro]

I’m Drunk, I Love You

from the Filipino film with the same title that inspired the premise of this fic

Open Heart, Rafael x F!MC

In which Casey and Rafael stayed good friends after their breakup. Casey has been successful in keeping her unchanging feelings a secret, until one drunken night ruins her two long years of pretending.

w // swearing, making out, angst, unhappy ending

word count: 2260

ao3 link

note: happy open heart day! I hope you guys enjoy this content, but this is the first ever fic that I actually posted so please bare with me. comments are appreciated but please be nice I'm a crybaby. also, may or may not have been proofread? it’s 2am sksk

Somehow, despite both of them being wasted, they made it back to Casey’s apartment.

They got a few strangers mad at them with how they laughed so much at everything on the way home, but they made it back in one piece. Even the bottles of beer they brought home made it safely.

“Stop giggling so much.” Rafael hushed Casey, but laughing softly himself. “And hurry up with the door!”

“I’m trying. This takes concentration, okay?” She bites on her bottom lip through her grin, finally successfully pushing the key into the hole. “Aha!” she twists, and the door before them finally opens.

Casey steps a foot inside but abruptly stops, causing Rafael to bump into her. “Hmm- what?”

“We should be really quiet. The guys are probably asleep.” She whispers softly, and continues to walk inside ‘silently’ as soon as he nods in response.

She feels the west wall of the apartment with her hand and rests her back against it, creeping her way into her bedroom. He follows her lead, eyebrows furrowed in concentration to keep ‘quiet’ and be careful with the beer.

“Uh... guys?” After a long moment her sober roommates had to endure watching them ‘sneak’ into her room, Elijah finally speaks up.

Casey and Rafael freeze, and a second passes. Two. Three. And four. Before they both burst out laughing. Again.

“We’re just, going to quietly hang out in my room. Please carry on.” Casey flushes but grins at her roommates.

“Do you guys...want some beer? They’re not, they’re hot- um, I mean- not ice cold anymore, but still...beer. So.” Rafael adds.

The rest of their friends knew they were drunk, and knew the best thing to do right now is to just let them be. They were both extremely stubborn when sober, and even more so when drunk. Although Sienna gives Casey a worried glance, she doesn’t speak up, letting Elijah refuse the not-ice-cold beer and let them continue to her room.

Despite her state, she knew exactly what Sienna’s sad look meant. This crosses every line she could ever draw between her and Rafael, she knew that. But he’s going through something right now although he’s not telling her about it yet. She’s his good friend and she has to be there for him. There’s no stopping anymore anyway as she pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind as she closed the door behind them.

They knock out a few more bottles until Casey’s vision is blurry enough to confuse the time saying three o’ clock with eight in the morning.

She narrows her eyes, moving her phone closer and farther from her face in an attempt to properly read the time.

“I just don’t know where I’m going, Casey.” Rafael softly speaks after a moment of self-reflection. He laid in a thick comforter on the floor next to her bed.

“What?” she asks. “Are you planning to- you can’t go home now! I’m not sure what time it is but I know you haven’t had any sleep!”

Casey had too much to drink but she was fine, considering. Neither of them even had to puke. She’s still mostly aware of what was happening, and only struggled to keep herself awake.

“No... not that. In life, you know? Career-wise, love life. I just don’t know where I’m heading, to be honest.” Taking a lot of effort to sit up and look up at her, Rafael sighs softly. “Do you remember when I told you I was thinking about occupational therapy?”

It feels as though a hand grips her heart at the question. She never forgot anything about him, really. Whether it was her feelings, the way he tasted against her lips, or whatever random stuff they shared with each other when they were dating. She remembers. “I do. You...have you gotten around looking for schools?” She knows the answer, but asks to urge him to continue.

“No,” he answers with a frown. “And...what, it’s been two years? Two years and I still haven’t made any progress. Nowhere closer to anything new I wanted to achieve.”

She remembers what she told him that day. “I said it then and I’ll say it now, Raf. You can–”

“I know, Casey. If anyone can do it, it’s me. There’s nothing I can’t achieve.” He quotes almost exactly what she said back then, and she couldn’t help but to blush deeply. She tries her best not to focus on that now, meeting his eyes to show how serious she is.

“You just need to... make it happen, Raf. That’s what you’re lacking. Not the passion and dedication, nor the brilliance for it. You just need to take the risk.”

“Oh boy, you should talk to my supervisor. She...” he visibly swallows. “She suspended me again today. Something about taking too much risks.”

“Raf, I’m so...” she frowns. “Is that what this is about? She’s not thinking about firing you, is she?”

“I don’t know, she might be. But what I’ve been thinking about isn’t her or the job, really. It’s Sora.”

Casey takes a deep breath, feeling a little sobered up with the familiar pain in her chest. “What about her?”

“We fought about the suspension, and every other issue we’ve been keeping underneath the surface. She told me that I’m really never going to change, and that I’m gonna be stuck living the exact same life that I’ve been living for two more years. Long story short, we broke up, and it’s like high school all over again. I don’t–” He pauses to breathe only for a brief moment. “I’m usually not insecure about myself but god, am I never gonna be enough?”

“You’re enough, Rafael. You’re enough. You’re always enough.” Casey wills herself to sit still on the bed, because if she made a move to hug him right now she might kiss him too for good measure to show him just how enough.

“You’re my friend, Case. Of course you’d think that. I appreciate it, but..” He shrugged with a small grateful smile.

“What does me being your friend have to do with it? I’m a decent human being with good judgment, that’s that, friend or not.” She frowns.

“Yeah, but.. you’re not considering me as a life partner, you know? Not... not like that. Not anymore.” He explains. “Are we... are we arguing? Why are we arguing about this?”

“Because I think you’re somehow defending her choice and reasons for dumping you, Raf! And I think that’s stupid.” Casey’s mood has obviously taken a turn now. She’s aware that he’s not exactly defending Sora, but she’s suddenly pissed. At her, not at him, because she’d give anything to have Rafael back. But he’s the one who’s around that she can actually fight with.

“I’m not–” he frowns at her as well. “I’m not defending her. Her reason fucking sucks, to be perfectly honest. But it is what it is. I already said that I appreciated you trying to tell me I’m enough, but...”

“But what? My opinion doesn’t hold a candle to your precious Sora? Because I’m just your friend?” Casey continues to challenge him.

“No-!”

“Then what, Raf?”

“Because you’re not considering me romantically! Meu deus, that’s all I’m saying, Casey!”

“Joke’s on you, Rafael, because I do. I have been for the past two years. And I wish you’d just fucking accept what I said instead of going on about how we’re friends yet again. We’re exactly just that, I get it. You repeating it every now and then is getting fucking annoying. Fuck, you’re making me curse!”

Rafael slowly gets up on his knees on the floor in front of her, reaching out to take her hand in his, but decides against it at the last minute, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Casey, I didn’t...”

“Of course you didn’t know that I love you. It’s obviously the last thing you wanted to imagine, I know that now. But I do love you, Raf, for I’m pretty sure more than two years now.”

“Will you let me speak, Casey?” Rafael raises his voice slightly, but he doesn’t dare curse again. He clenches his jaw, his eyes searching hers.

She stares back into his eyes intensely, biting on the inside of her cheek. “The floor is all yours,” she challenges, knowing he doesn’t have much to say apart from another apology.

A few seconds pass, until it’s been an entire minute, and like she expected he didn’t speak a word. Casey didn’t realize she’s crying until tears continuously stream down her cheeks. She hides her face into her hands as she cries softly.

She’s so stupid. Did she honestly think that he’ll be telling her just how much he loves her too just because she bared her feelings? He’s been with Sora, for two fucking years. And the worst of it all, they already broke up. He broke up with her.

Her spiraling thoughts are interrupted as she feels a hand wrap around her wrist, drawing her hand away from her face, and then the other. She opens her eyes and sees Rafael sitting down next to her on the bed, hands reaching for her face, wiping her tears away.

He speaks no words still, but he cups her face into his hands, a thumb caressing her cheek softly. Their gazes meet again, but neither is upset, both vulnerable and longing.

Somehow this is much more intense for Casey, and she takes a short breath, lips slightly parting which makes Rafael’s eyes travel down to her mouth. Not missing a beat, he starts to lean in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away. When she stays perfectly still, and he hears her take another short gasp of breath, he crashes his lips into hers.

Rafael kisses Casey slowly at first, but he picks up the pace as soon as she starts kissing him back. He holds her face closer to his, deepening the kiss as soon as he remembers how it was like to kiss her. He realizes then how much he missed it.

He tastes like beer and candy, and while she remembers him tasting much sweeter, it was nice. More than nice, but she’s focused on the hammering heart in her chest. More tears stream down her face as they continued kissing, and she repositions herself to face him fully, arms wrapping around his neck, a hand going through his hair.

She thought that she’d never be able to kiss him again. She knows this is wrong, and that she’s only going to hurt herself, but she’ll take the pain if it meant letting him know how much she loves him one last time.

He lays her down on the bed without breaking the kiss, his body gently resting on top of hers. He massages her tongue with his, the rested hand on her hips slowly moving to her stomach and up her shirt.

Casey badly wants to feel his hand on her chest, to feel all of him everywhere. But she grabs his wrist and pulls away from the kiss, her free hand guiding his head to rest on her shoulder instead. She worries for a second that he’d hear just how crazy her heart is going, but is unable to make any more movements.

Eyes now wide open, she stares at the ceiling, vision once again getting blurry because of her tears. She realizes that she’s not even sure if she’s stopped crying and just started again, or if her tears flowed continuously. She sniffles softly, arms moving to wrap Rafael in a tight embrace.

She wants this so badly. The times she’d thought about kissing him again and loving him one more time is countless. But in this moment, the one that surely will not lead to anything good, she knew they’ll both regret it.

She loves him too much and she respects herself enough to let this go further.

She feels Rafael’s own tears, and it only made her sob softly, tightening her arms around him. She kisses the top of his head before refraining from moving again, letting him inhale her scent.

I love how you smell like love, he used to say.

After a long while she starts to move, slipping out from under him and quickly grabbing her phone. Wordlessly, she heads to her door, about to leave the room, but she spares him a glance.

Much to his dismay, she only looked extremely sad and guilty, and then she leaves. He thinks about following her, but decides against it, knowing he shouldn’t be causing more drama at this time of the night.

He looks for his phone, hurriedly pulling up their text conversation, typing up It doesn’t matter that you’re drunk and I’m drunk, I love you too.

His thumb hovers above the small blue arrow, less than a second away from sending the message, but he thinks about all the tears she already cried. He thinks about the sad, tired look she gave him.

He thinks about how after the too long, probably miserable two years, she already had it in her to finally walk away from him.

He realizes that this is actually the first time she really turned her back on him, then he feels as though he can’t breathe, because he somehow knew that this is also the last.

With the thought of her wordless goodbye, he decides to this time be the good friend. He chooses not to tell her his lie.

[lordseochangbin]

Do you think you could write a rich kid!reader x pool cleaner hyunjin smut?? I just thought of the idea and my legs immediately felt like jelly dndkddkdk

not the only thing that’s wet- hhj

a/n: so this came out longer than expected sksk. also i wanted to add some humor(not even sure if it’s funny) but just know anything said abt the members is fictional lmfaoo. hope you enjoy !

——

“i swear to god.. i just need some fucking hot ass man to take my virginity! like how hard is it?? im rich, im sexy, im pretty?? now how hard is it to find a guy?!” you ranted out to your friends ruby and lea.

the two girls watched you pace around the room, “y/n, how about we make a list?!” lea suggested.

you turned around in excitement, “a list?! hmm throw out some names”

lea took out her phone, the three of you left to think about some of the finest men at your school.

“bang chan” lea threw out.

“oh my god no! he’s too much, i heard he fucked this girl till she cummed 7 times” ruby said

“7 TIMES?!” you and lea exclaimed. fuck, bang chan. you could only imagine dating him, but maybe not for a first time.

“ok... kim seungmin?” lea threw out.

“you mean small dick?” ruby retorted.

“how do you know that?” you asked ruby, actually curious. you received quite the obvious laugh in response, as if ruby was taken way back to when she was once in love with one of the cutest boys in the academy.

you pushed your custom made louie vuitton purse to the side, making room to sit down and contemplate about any other guy at your school.

“how about han jisung??” lea suggested once more.

ruby covered her mouth in shock, “oh no no no, that guy is too kind to just fuck around. plus i called dibs on him awhile ago”

you and lea kept eye contact, dropping your head in disappointment as another guy was crossed off the list.

“ruby.. who do you think would best suit for me?”

ruby looked up to the roof, her mind elsewhere as it always seemed to be. you loved ruby and lea, growing up with the two girls being honestly the biggest blessing you could ask for. but ruby was of a different character. one day she’d talk about the ingredients in a mcnugget and the next she’d be rambling about how pink is a sexy color for lingerie. lea and you seemed to be the closest however, she was always there for you no matter what and you loved her more than anything.

“i say.. lets go online and find some random stranger to set you up with. boom. we’ll pay him and just hope and pray that he’s some hot 18 y/o” ruby replied, putting her hands together to “pray” to the lord(seo changbin)

“ruby...” lea pushed her a little so she could snap out of her position, “that’s a terrible idea” the three of you bursted into laughter

when the laughing died down, you got up from your seat shrugging your shoulders as your walked out to your clear glass windows. “but guys, i really don’t know. should i just wait? i am ‘daddys rich little angel’ anyways” you replied sarcastically.

lea rolled her eyes, grabbing your ray banz glasses and throwing them on you. “cheer up okay? we’re gonna make this happen i swear”

ruby popped up on your right, grabbing your hand and petting it. “don’t worry, god gave us one life, and we should live it with faith. faith that we will live to see a wet pen-”

“RUBY-” lea interrupted.

“it’s alright guys” you patted both of their shoulders, “it’s not like some attractive guy is just gonna show up out of nowhere”

you smiled at the two girls who did an amazing job of cheering you up before opening the glass doors to the patio of your mansion home. taking a few steps outside, you noticed a white truck pull into the driveway. your dad waiting by the pool as a boy wearing simply a white tee, blue ripped jeans, and sport shoes came out.

“holy shit” lea cursed under her breath

all three of your jaws dropped as the boy walked towards your father, a hand brushing through his luscious black hair as the wind passed by him with perfect timing.

you lowered down your expensive glasses to get a better look of him, “now who may this fine fellow be”

ruby smirked, “i bet his weewee is the size of-”

“ruby, what is up with you and dicks today i swear to god” lea questioned, all attention that was once on the pretty boy now concerned for your friend

“im sorryyy” ruby sarcastically replied, “i just know a good one when i see one” she said, sending a wink your way.

“who is he?” lea asked as you watched your dad point at the pool

“how much you wanna bet he’s some rich guys son who’s complimenting his pool right now?” ruby asked

“none.. look at his hands. cleaning supplies” you replied.

“y/n!! that fine ass man... he’s your pool cleaner” lea called out to your attention.

————

your dad knocked on the door before welcoming himself in. “hey girls, im off to a meeting. do you need money for lunch?”

“no that’s alright, they were just leaving” you replied

“we were?” ruby replied. you turned around to give ruby the death stare before ruby could continue, “oh yes!! we are QUITE busy mr.y/l/n!”

“i see...” you father responded, “ well y/n if you’re home alone i just want to let you know that there’s a pool cleaner outside working. im off”

your dad closed the door before you could drop the blanket you covered yourself with. “that was close” lea responded from behind you as you threw on a robe to cover up your swimming suit.

“so close.. now should i try this out?”

“go for it, we’re upstairs if you need us” lea said, joining ruby on your bed and turning on the tv. you took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to talk to the boy and eventually finding yourself in front of him speechless.

“hey... were you planning on going in the pool?” he asked, puppy eyes almost shining under the summer sun as he looked at you apologetically, “im cleaning it right now but you can dip your feet at the least” he suggested.

you found yourself awestruck at how handsome he was.. his arms, his jet black hair, his perfect jawline, and the way his white tee stuck to his washboard abs.

“yeah.. sure” you managed to let out in a shaky voice.

the boy continued with his business despite your arrival, making your frustrated due to lack of discussion. minutes seemed to pass quickly and it made you impatient.

“so what do you find attractive in a girl?” you asked, turning to the boy

he rose his eyebrows at the sudden interrogation. “a girl.. hmm. maybe a girl who’s a tease? likes to flirt? sexy?” he laughed as he threw a towel over his shoulder

“hmm..” you hummed to yourself, kicking your feet in the water. “and what’s your name?”

“my name? i think i told your dad already, it’s hyunjin”

from there, your two friends were able to finish two films, curious about your whereabouts but scared to check outside knowing your intentions. but that wasn’t the real reason you two took so long, once the conversation started to speed up you’d learned that hyunjin was a college student trying to make extra cash to pay off his tuition by cleaning pools. he sat down as well, his jeans rolled up so his feet were kicking beside yours.

“so hyunjin... like you said. you like girls that are attractive, sexy, and flirty?” you asked

“why? you think you have all three of those? maybe you hit attractive and sexy at the least” he replied, earning a splash of water to his face.

“stop! your gonna get my hair wet” he replied, laughed at your sudden lash of anger

“im sure your hair isn’t the only thing that’s wet” you replied, placing a hand on his knee. the sudden affection made his plush lips part, a perfect situation for you to jump on his lap. and that’s exactly what you did

“y/n” he moaned as your lips clashed together with his. your legs found themselves wrapped around his, your position slowly making your robe tie loosen and revealing a pretty red swimsuit inside.

“do you find me attractive now?” you whispered into his ear as you tugged onto his hair, exposing the pretty surface of his neck to place kisses on

“so fucking sexy y/n.. please” he muttered as you left marks on his flawless skin

his hands wrapped themselves around your waist before you two could slip into the pool.

“shit- y/n im so sorry” he said as carried you to the seated area of the pool before combing his wet locks with his fingers

“its okay” you gasped in relief, catching your breath as you sat on his lap again.

hyunjin smirked as you slowly removed the robe, making him pull off his shirt to pull you closer

“now look at us babygirl, a pretty wet mess” he said, pushing a piece of stranded hair to the side before places kisses down your neck. he left marks from your jaw to your chest, throwing the swimsuit off as his fingers toyed with each nipple. your hands tugged at his wet jeans as he slowly pulled them off, leaving you both with nothing- just as you had planned.

you wrapped your hands around hyunjins neck, rolling your hips against his member as sinful moans left his lips. soon you felt his member stretch passed your wet folds making you dig your nails into his pure skin

“y/n... we just met today and you’re making me-”

you bit his bottom lip making him whimper. the friction was hard to handle even when you were underwater, the water made it easy for hyunjin to pull in and out of your pussy at rapid pace.

god, was this amazing. especially considering it was your first time and you needed it to be as easy as it could get. you blessed whatever deity up there for making such a handsome man like hyunjin and for making him a pool cleaner out of all things, sex in your pool was so much more hotter (ironically) than it seemed.

and at last, when you were ready to release you let you let go of hyunjins lips. “this feeling...” you whispered, “hyunjin i think im gonna cum” hyunjin grabbed your waists with a tight grip, making you bounce up and down on his member at an unbelievably fast pace.

“let’s cum together baby” he said, pushing you into a deep kiss

and before you knew it you were coming inside him, your first experience not ending just there as he reached his high slowly after

“hyunjin”you panted, grabbing your robe from behind him.

“thank you” you continued, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“you planned this all along huh? to prove you were sexy, i love it” hyunjin replied, grabbing your robe and throwing it somewhere far away.

your ass rested on his cock as he felt your legs wrap tighter around him “if you’re really thankful, then let’s just stay like this?” he asked

“deal” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder as you feel asleep in the lukewarm water.

[jisungmark]

good bunny

original prompt: i wanna dom jungkook with taehyung and have him call me mommy and tell me how he’s a good bunny and that he deserves to cum. i wanna listen to him beg me to tell tae to let him cum. “i’m a good bunny mommy. please tell daddy to let me cum. i’m such a good bunny. please, i’m so close” fuck me up

genre: smut

group: bts

warning(s): dom!taehyung, dom!reader, sub!jungkook, vibrators, anal play, mommy x daddy kink, tiny bit of mxm action, kinda long, badly written (on mobile so you know what that means! sksks)

jungkook’s breath hitched when you pressed the vibrator to the tip of his flushed length. the sound he let out was between a gasp, a whimper, and a moan.

you looked up at him from between his legs, “is this okay?” you questioned. he nodded his head quickly. but taehyung didn’t like the fact that he didn’t use his words. he snaked his hands around his body and gave his nipples a firm squeeze.

“yes! yes yes yes it’s okay.” jungkook rambled. taehyung patted his head.

“that’s a good bunny,” he praised. jungkook just mewled and chased after his hand. taehyung was sat up against the headboard and jungkook was laid between his legs.

“you were very well behaved today. weren’t you?” you questioned, dragging the vibrator down his shaft. he swallowed thickly.

“yes i was well behaved. i didn’t touch myself once.” he commented. taehyung let out a deep hum. he threaded his fingers through kook’s hair.

“that is very true. i’m so proud of you. you must’ve had a rough time. is that true?” you and tae spent majority of the day sending him various pictures. pictures of you half way naked, tae half way naked, or you two touching on each other.

“yes. mommy and daddy were teasing me all day. i was so hard, but i did it just for you two.” he whimpered when you turned the vibrator up. you hummed to yourself when an idea popped into your head. you turned the vibrator off and sat it on the bed. jungkook nearly screamed at the loss.

“mommy why did you do that? i was so close!” he whined, gripping taehyung’s thighs to ground himself. tae looked at you with a questioning look.

“yeah why did you do that?” tae asked. you just ignored them and reached for your shared dildo from under the bed. jungkook’s eyes widened when he noticed what you were doing. taehyung laughed feeling his body tense in his arms. you swirled your tongue around the tip of your toy. a deep groan rumbled from tae’s chest.

“tease.” he murmured. you popped the toy deeper into your mouth. you were aroused beyond words and you felt your panties sticking to your slick core. you were too caught up in your fun to notice how tae was watching you.

“give it here.” he sighed, snatching the toy from you. he pushed the toy past his lips and put on the same show as you. you whimpered, feeling your cheeks heat up. you were too into the show you were receiving to realize your sub was desperately bucking in the air for some friction.

“please stop teasing, i need help.” he looked down at his throbbing length. you took the toy from tae and teased jungkook’s puckered hole with it. his body shook and he whined, loudly.

“just push it in, i can take it.” he confessed. you did as you were told, slowly stretching his hole. his back arched off the bed and taehyung wrapped an arm around his torso.

“you can do it, you’re doing so good bunny.” he whispered, slightly nipping at his ear. jungkook’s body relaxed when the toy was all the way in.

“i’m a good bunny, just for you two.” he laced his fingers with tae and laid them on the bed. you looked up at him with a tiny head tilt and he just nodded. you carefully started to thrust the toy in and out of him, watching his expressions change as you switched angles. you turned the vibrator back on and placed it to his tip again.

“fuck!” he squeezed tae’s hand and his eyes rolled back. you sat with your legs crossed so you could have a hold on both toys. he looked sinfully pretty. his hair was sticking to his forehead and sticking in the air. his pupils were blown wide with lust. his lips were pink and swollen from him abusing them with his teeth. he had a thin layer of sweat all over his body. his stomach was gaping from him accidentally holding his breath. his length was hard and flushed, begging for release. his hole was greedily swallowing the thick toy.

tae looked pretty as well. his tan skin glowing deliciously against jungkook’s milky skin. his tongue kept poking out to wet his chapped lips. his eyes were hooded as he watched you play with your subby bunny. his chest heaved as he let the smell of sex drown out his nostrils. his fingers were softly playing with jungkook’s even though this was not the occasion to be soft. his thighs were marked up slightly from the abuse they received.

“you two are just so pretty, it’s gross.” you fake gagged. tae laughed and raised his eyebrow at you.

“gross? i’m not sure if-” he was cut off by jungkook screaming.

“cum- i’m gonna cum! please i’m gonna cum!” he was fucking himself down on the toy and thrusting against the vibrator. you looked at tae.

“can he?” you asked, not stopping your movements. jungkook’s body was shaking and withering about underneath you.

“please! mommy tell daddy to let me cum. i’ve been such a good bunny! you said so yourself!” he attempted to reason. you nodded.

“that is true tae. he has been a good bunny. i think we should let him cum.” you pouted, angling the toy to repeatedly hit his prostate.

“oh my fuck, please?! please i’ve been so good!” he looked up at tae with big doe eyes brimmed with tears. taehyung looked at you with a certain face that you knew too well. hands off all toys, let jungkook cum untouched. so that’s what you did, you let the toys go.

“why did you stop?! why do you two hate me so much?!” kookie couldn’t stop the tears from falling from his eyes.

“come on baby. i know you can cum without mommy touching you. you’ve done it before, right? you can be a big boy. you can be a good bunny and cum without our help. can’t you?” taehyung whispered in his ear. a shiver ran through jungkook’s body and he felt his orgasm breaking its way through.

“i believe in you bunny. you’ve done it before. you can do it again.” and that was enough to have him cumming, hard. he squeezed tae’s hand with so much force that he thought it was going to break. his hips bucked into the air, searching for some sort of friction. the dildo was still deep inside of him, helping milk him. though he was sweating, it felt like a cold sweat. he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, so tight that he saw colors. his throat dried out from all the moans that fought through. he painted himself with his load. thick strips covered his abs and some shot as far as his chest. he wanted to say thank you. he wanted to seem grateful. but the power of his orgasm left him weak, quiet, and shaking. you softly rubbed his thighs the entire time, letting him know that you were still there. tae placed kisses on top of his head and rubbed his knuckles, letting him know that he was proud. his hips continued to shutter as more of his arousal shot from his slit. it was so much. you wanted to just take him in your mouth, but you didn’t want tae to punish you. you just watched with a fond smile.

“that’s it. that’s a good bunny.” tae softly kissed his cheek. jungkook whimpered, body completely worn out and sensitive. you carefully removed the toy from his hole and he whined from being empty. he sat and soaked up all the love and attention that his two doms were given him.

“thank you, thank you for treating me like the good bunny i am. but can i take care of you two now?”

[benhardyisdaddy]

my plus one - part 6

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(HELLO if yall have been waiting for lovey dovey and implied smut chapter, then here it is sksks i hope u all like it but dont get too all happy just yet (((:)

Word Count: 2,281

It’s only been two days out of the torturous week long wedding event from hell and you were already exhausted. Both mentally and physically. After your big argument with Roger, you stood in the hallway and debated with yourself if you should just get a ticket to fly back home right then and there - but you don’t. You could imagine the look on your mother’s face if you abandon everyone already. 

Besides, it would make you look like the total cry baby everyone already sees you as and you’re trying to change that. One again, trying. Although right now would show differently as you sob to yourself in the hotel’s hallway. You were a mess as you think about who you could go talk to about everything that’s already happened since the second you arrived here. You know just the person. 

***

“Everything was a lie! Or… At least I thought it was. I had no idea Roger felt that way about me!”

You’re sat on your mothers bed as you sob in her arms. She’s gently rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down - something that worked often. 

“And then he goes and says that horrible thing to me! Why would he say that!?” you ask as you lean away to look at her. 

Your mother is sadly frowning as she reaches forward and wipes away a few tears from your swollen cheeks. 

“People tend to make others feel as bad as they do. Why? I’ll never be sure. Why did you lie about you and Roger being together? You know you didn’t have to do that, honey.” 

You roll your bloodshot eyes and stand up from the bed as you walk away with your back facing her. You cross your arms and shake your head. 

“Yes I did, mom! Do you know how it feels to have your sister marrying a man you were once in love with!? It’s torture! Why him? Why does she have to marry him!?” you ask loudly as you begin sobbing once more. 

Your mom stands up and walks over to you as she brings you in for another hug. 

“I have no idea why she did what she did, sweetie. I need you to know how sorry I am that this has happened to you. My heart breaks for you, baby girl. But look at me,” she says as she cups your face with her hands. “You have a man that just confessed he’s in love with you. You just confessed to me that you’re in love with him. What are you still doing here!? Forgive what he said to you. He’s had to watch on the sidelines when you and Alex were together, so believe me when I say that he probably knows a thing or two about heartbreak.” 

Your face falls as your mother speaks. She was right. She was always right. Roger was there through your whole entire relationship with Alex and even way before that. He’s had to listen to you blabbering about Alex non stop when you were with him. Your heart falls as you nod to her and smile, finally understanding what it is you need to do. 

“Everything that has just been spoken in this room, stays in this room. Okay? Nobody will find out. I promise.” she says sweetly as she moves a piece of hair from your face. 

“Thanks, mom.” you whisper as you pull her in for one last hug. 

She kisses you on the cheek and you’re suddenly out of her room and hurrying to the closest elevator. You impatiently wait for it to get to you and suddenly fly into it. You press your floor number repeatedly - as if that makes it go any faster. Your legs are shaky as the doors slowly open up and you sprint out. You retrieve your room key from your pocket and are finally standing in front of your door. 

You hesitate for a moment as you stare down at the handle. You take in a deep breath and swipe the card, watching as it turns green - telling you it worked. You press down on the handle as the door opens up. You walk inside and allow it to shut behind you, rather loudly. You hear something as fast footsteps get closer and closer until Roger’s standing across the room with a half worried expression on his face. His shoulders fall as he lightly shakes his head. 

“Y/n,” he whispers as you take a step forward. “I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I just need you to know how sorry I a-” 

Before he can even finish his sentence, you had already walked across the room and straight up to him. You leaned up and hurriedly press your lips against his, cutting him off. He’s taken aback for a moment before leaning in to you and slightly moaning. Your hands find their way into Roger’s hair as his slowly slide up your sides and cup your face. The kiss speeds up as you slip your fingers under his shirt and slip it over his head. Your lips are back together in an instant as he starts unbuttoning yours. 

“Do you really love me?” you whisper against him. 

He pauses for a moment and leans away to look into your eyes. He looks to your mouth and back to you. 

“I do.” 

You smile as you graze your lips against his. 

“Then show me.” you purr. 

Roger’s eyes go wide for just a moment before he dips down and picks you up, causing your legs to swing around him and for you to playfully giggle. He walks to the bed and places you down as you laugh. He hovers over you and nips at your neck, causing you to arch your back. 

“I’ll show you.” he whispers. 

Roger then lowers himself until he’s perched between your legs. He’s looking up at you with his big blue eyes and you swear you were done for then and there. 

“I’ll show you in so many ways.” he growls just before unbuttoning your pants and slipping them down.

*** 

“Wow,” 

You both were laying in bed as your naked limbs are tangled together. Your head was perched on Roger’s chest as his hand soothingly rubs up and down your arm. Your heart was beating fast and you both were completely out of breath from you previous activity. You look up to Rog and smile widely as he does the same. 

“Good?” he asks teasingly. 

You shrug and bite your lip. 

“Could use some improvement.” you joke with him, causing his brows to raise up. 

“Oh, really!? Improvement, huh? Guess we’ll just have to try again.” 

He hovers back over you quickly and begins kissing your neck as you laugh loudly. But before anything else can happen, your cellphone begins ringing. You both pause as you roll your eyes and sigh. Roger rolls next to you as you lean forward and realize it’s your sister calling you. 

“Sort of busy at the moment.” you say fast as you answer. 

“Sorry for bothering you, but we’re all waiting for you at dinner… Like usual.” 

You sit up fast and shake your head confused. 

“Dinner!? Nobody tells me anything! Don’t you have like a spreadsheet with times on them? This is exhausting.” 

“Exhausting? What’s exhausting is having a sister who’s late to everything! And who apparently has trouble listening!” she half shouts. 

You hear someone in the background get on to her for her tone of voice. 

“Don’t wanna keep you waiting any longer.” you say as you hang up. 

“I had no idea about dinner reservations for tonight.” says Rog. 

You jump up from bed and rummage around to find a long dress to slip on fast. You pull your hair up as Roger changes quickly. 

“Apparently we have to be mind readers.” you tease as he walks up and kisses you. 

“This will be our first dinner as…” he lingers, wanting you to say it. 

“As two people who just slept together.” you tease causing him to playfully roll his eyes. “And as two people in love.” 

Roger sweetly smiles as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. You suddenly remember that everyone’s waiting for you as you jump and hurry to the door.

“Let’s go before Ellie freaks out even more… Actually… Maybe let’s wait a little longer.” 

“Let’s go.” laughs Rog as he grabs your hand. 

***

“Finally!” says Ellie as you two walk up to the outside dining area. 

It was a beautiful night as a light warm breeze washes over your skin. It couldn’t be anymore lovelier. 

“Sorry, we got caught up with something.” you say as Rog scoots your chair back for you.

“I wonder what that was.” says Ellie with a hint of anger in her voice. 

“You two look glowing tonight.” says your mother as she smiles at you with a knowing look. 

“I feel like I’m glowing.” you say back as you look to a giddy Roger, him leaning in to kiss you. 

You hear a low sigh and look across the table from you as Alex diverts his eyes anywhere else. You feel a faint smirk fill your face as everyone begins talking among each other. The waiters bring out your meal as your stomach growls. Nobody’s paying you or Roger any attention and you decide to take advantage of that. You bring your hand under the table and slowly place it on Roger’s thigh. He slightly jumps and looks over to you - you’re looking down at your food as you listen to your mother speak. Just then, you slowly raise your hand up to his upper thigh and feel Roger squirm. 

“That’s not very nice.” he whispers in your ear as he leans in close. 

You hold back a giggle as you look to him and act completely unknowing and innocent. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Roger half growls as you squeeze his leg and raise it up even more, placing it over his now hard crotch. Roger’s jaw is tense beyond belief and his breathing has become fast. You take the chance to gently squeeze him, which sends him into a coughing fit as he tries to hide the loud moan that was about to make its way out. Everyone stops and looks to him - his face bright red. 

“You alright, dear?” asks your mother with a worried look. 

“I’m gonna go ask for more water.” he says fast as he stands up and turns around fast to hide his hard on. 

“I’m gonna go with him.” you say in the most worried tone you could possibly do. 

“Might be a good idea, hun.” says your dad as he watches you two walk away. 

Instead of going to the kitchen, you both hurry to the nearest bathroom and walk inside. Roger locks it as you spin around. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you ask sincerely just before he spins and forces you against the wall.

You groan as he smirks. 

“I know exactly what you were trying to do.” he growls. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you purr. 

Roger shakes his head in frustration as he dips his mouth near your ear. 

“Turn around.” he commands. 

You do exactly as he says. You spin around and are pushed against the wall once more. Roger grabs your dress and hikes it up. He presses himself against you harshly as he groans. 

“Naughty,” is the last thing he says before practically ripping your panties down.

***

“Does my hair look decent?” you ask out of breath as you check it in the mirror. 

Roger’s zipping up his pants as he smiles and walks behind you, gently kissing your neck. 

“You always look beautiful.” 

You turn around as you smile and kiss him once more. 

“We don’t have to stay for dinner, ya know. You’re not feeling well, remember?” you jokingly ask him. 

You both exit the bathroom as Roger sneaks away and back to the room. You make your way back to the table as everyone looks up to you. 

“Roger’s not feeling the hottest right now. I think we’re gonna go back to the room.” 

“Is he alright?” asks your mother. 

“There’s a medical team on sight if he needs one.” explains your father. 

“Is he really sick or are you just making an excuse so you two can shack up again? This is my wedding week, you know. Not a lover's retreat.” says your sister. 

“Ellie!” scolds your mother. 

“You know what, El,” you say. “Not everything continuously revolves around you, but I know that must be hard when you think you’re the sun.” you spat just before walking off and leaving Ellie with a shocked look. 

You ignore all of the whispers behind you as you make your way back up to Rog. He’s laying in bed with his arms behind his head. You walk inside and he’s instantly looking away from the TV and at you. 

“How’d it go?” he asks. 

You smile as you trot over to him and get on the bed. You slide next to him and place your head back on his chest. 

“I overheard my mom talking about how tomorrow we’re all going horseback riding on the beach.”

“Sounds… Cheesy.” says Rog, causing you to laugh. 

“Is it bad that I hope Ellie’s horse is the slowest?” 

“Not as much as I hope Alex’s horse knocks him off.” 

You burst out laughing as you cover your mouth. 

“We’re horrible people.” you whisper. 

“At least we’re horrible together.” whispers back Rog. 

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[zanesgirlfriend]

Love Languages | Zane Hijazi

Requested by anonymous: your zane imagines have quenched a drought i didn’t know i was in SKSK can i request some dad!zane content perhaps? idk i’m just in a SOFT mood and i want to whole heartedly be attacked by some dad!zane. DJKD THANK YOU <3

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"Daddy, why do you love Mommy?"

Y/n was away on business for a week, and Zane took that opportunity as a chance to spend extra time with their daughter. They sat across from each other at a small table in an ice cream shop. Ice cream was all over her face and Zane couldn't resist smiling at her.

"She's perfect." His words were soft and full of love. "Just like you." He reached across the table and wiped some chocolate syrup on her nose. Her innocent giggle filled the room with a brightness and happiness that only a child could bring.

A comfortable silence filled the air as the five year old thought of her next question. "Does she know that you love her?" Her sweet voice was filled with curiousity.

"Of course." Zane started, tilting his head at her. "What's all this interest in love?" He asked before taking another spoonful into his mouth.

"I don't know." She shrugged, reaching across the table to pick a sprinkle out of her father's beard.

Zane took a mental picture of the moment. He felt the sun coming in through the window and the rush of air conditioning from the other direction. He took note of the perfect natural curls and bright eyes his little girl had, along with the perfect mess of ice cream and toppings strewn across her face. The way her dimples lit up her face, and the apparent love radiating out of her.

"Do you wanna learn something cool about love?" Zane asked her as he lifted her into her carseat. She nodded vigorously as he buckled her in. "There's these things called 'Love Languages' that everybody has." He started as he searched the backseat of his car for a baby wipe.

"What's that?" She asked, prodding his arm with her feet.

"There's five of them." He pulled a wipe out of an abandoned pack of wipes and started to wipe the ice cream off of her face.

"I'm five!" She gloated. Zane smiled before continuing his story.

"Touch, Words, Gifts, Acts of Kindness, and Quality Time." He listed. Her little face was confused. "Everybody has one or two of these that they like the best, and that's the best way to show them love." She tilted her head up at him as he finished.

"What are yours?"

"Quality Time, and Touch. See, I grow more love for you and Mommy every time we spend quality time together." He started to poke her tummy, causing her to giggle. "Like us going to ice cream together is a nice example of quality time. When we get to hang out I feel the most love. Does that make sense?" Her curls bounced as she nodded.

"So you love when I give you a hug?" She referenced his language of touch.

"Yeah." He smiled, his big hand holding her smaller one.

"I'm gonna give you a hug every day." She tugged on his arm, pulling him in for a hug. He kissed her on the forehead and thought about how fortunate he was to have such a wonderful daughter.

"And I'm gonna love you forever and ever." He pulled away and got into the driver's seat. About halfway to Uncle David's house, she asked another question.

"What are Mommy's love languages?" Her voice cut through the sound of some new pop song from the radio.

"Mommy likes to spend time with us, and she loves nice words. Telling her you love her makes her the happiest Mommy in the world." He peaked back at her through the rear view mirror.

"Can we call Mommy? I wanna tell her I love her." She asked insistently, as if it was so urgent that her love would fade away if she didn't talk to her mom right then.

"As soon as we get to Uncle David's we'll call her, okay?"

And that they did. Zane carried her on his hip as they walked into David's, dropping her onto a LoveSac and leaving her in a fit of giggles. "I just wanted to say I love you, okay bye!" She hung up as soon as she'd said that, making Zane and y/n laugh. Y/n texted Zane immediately, wondering what all that was about.

I just taught her about love languages lol

okay well tell her I love her too ❤

you dont love me???? 😭

you know damn well I love you. call me after she goes to bed tonight 😉😘

okay baby

"Uncle Davey, what are your love languages?" She pulled one of his headphones out.

"My what?" He smiled at the small child as she climbed up onto the couch with him.

"Daddy, tell him." She demanded as she started to braid David's hair.

"Oh, here we go." Zane chuckled before explaining it to David. He laughed to himself, knowing he would have to explain it to every one of his friends for the next week as long as his cute little girl was around.

It's not like he really minded, though.

[lovinmullen]

Tyrus Soulmate AU:                  I Don’t Know a Tyler??

Special shout out to my love, my happiness, my best friend @wanna-feel-alive for editing and improving this fic greatly !! I love you so god damn much Mackenzie, thank you for your help and your talent blessing my fic sksks !!!!

(the amount of editing she did shes basically  a co-writer so give her some love)

Summary: On Cyrus’ 16th Birthday he is so tremendously excited to receive his soul mark but when he is greeted with the name Tyler on his collar bone and not TJ like he expected, a number of emotions arise until TJ agrees to help Cyrus solve the mystery of who in fact this Tyler could be.

word count: 1900. // OKAY I KNOW SHES THICC BUT ITS WORTH IT I PROMISE XOXOXO

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Cyrus’ eyes fluttered open softly as his heart began to race. He shot up to the memory of what today was, it was the day of his 16th birthday, the day he would get his soul mark. Excitement ran through his whole body as he thought about whose name would be printed softly on his collar bone.

The brunet was the youngest of his friend group which meant all his friends got their soul mark before him. Marty had Buffy, Amber had Andi, Walker had Jonah, and TJ, well no one knew TJ’s soulmate except for his siblings, Amber and Marty. TJ had sworn them to secrecy. Cyrus didn't understand but he didn't question it for he knew all too well that if Teej wanted him to know he would tell him, they are best friends after all.

Cy shook the thought away as the morning fuzziness, which had concealed his sight, finally started to wear off as he reached for the neck of his top in an effort to quickly reveal the name but just as he was about to do so he got rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Honey, TJ is here!” Leslie called sweetly. Maybe the interruption wasn't so rude after all, Cyrus thought. Suddenly the brightest smile was forming on the younger boys face as the dirty blond ran in screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNDERDOG!!” while he jumped onto the bed playfully so he could be close enough to ruffle the other boy's hair.

“I know it's not a lot but I had to get my lil’ muffin man something am I right?” The athlete laughed out timidly, his once playful demeanour now morphing into a tense/awkward one as he moved himself to sit beside Cyrus.

Cy carefully lifted the lid of the box to be greeted with a glistening gold necklace with a simple yet beautiful Star of David resting on the bottom of the chain. Cyrus’ smile grew even wider as he leapt onto his amazingly supportive friend, engulfing him in a hug thanking him repeatedly.

“No need to thank me Muffin, what are best friends for,” a soft smile started to tug at the corner of TJ's lips as he continued “hey have you checked your soul mark yet?” Cyrus’ eyes widened as an excited look spread across his whole face, slowly he reached for his shirt once again but before he could continue, fear took over him so he decided to close his eyes as he pulled it down slightly.

“Teej, you read it, I can’t. I don't want to. I-” TJ cut him off by giggling as he read with a knowing smirk.

“Tyler” , Cyrus’ brows furrowed as he opened his eyes confusion overtaking his whole body.

“Tyler? Who is Tyler?” The shorter boy moaned out in confusion. “I don't know a Tyler?” Teej’s whole body tensed and he didn't know if it was from excitement or fear, he hadn't decided yet but whatever it was, it was definitely there. Suddenly a little giggle escaped TJ’s lips as his hand brushed over Cyrus’ collar bone, while he whispered “Underdog” solemnly to himself, causing him to come to the educated conclusion it was excitement.

This, however, did not go unnoticed by Cyrus, whose eyes snapped over to TJ but before he could question anything the dirty blond basketball player laughed again, followed by him saying “We should get breakfast Muffin, after all, you can’t figure out mysteries on an empty stomach! Get ready and changed for school. I can take you to a bakery on the way if you’d like?”

With confusion overwhelming him, all Cyrus could do was simply nod but for TJ, that was good enough because he was already running out the door and downstairs. Sleepily and still very much confused he pulled on some pale blue skinny jeans his new necklace from TJ and the taller boys oversized black hoodie. Cyrus wasn’t sure why it was in his room, nor when or how it got there, but he knew the comforting smell of the athlete would calm him down. After all, with all this confusion and disappointment regarding his soul mark reading Tyler and not TJ liked he hoped, he was going to need his best friend and current crushes hoodie more than ever.

In the Jewish boy's sleepy state he pulled the jumper over his head to be greeted with the fact that he had placed it on backwards. Sighing as he goes to turn it around, Cyrus is stopped dead in his tracks as he is met with an old washed out label. He giggled to himself as he thought maybe now he can finally learn TJ’s full name! He examined the fabric again and again but he was just too tired to try and decode not only the messy handwriting but also how light it was. Little did he know if only he spent a few more seconds studying the name he could have realised that Tyler was a lot closer to home than he thought.

“Underdog come on we’re going to be late at this rate!” TJ called up the stairs, Cyrus takes that as his cue to stop daydreaming so he begins to walk down the stairs.

“You look fucking adorable.” TJ greeted Cyrus as soon as he was down the stairs.

“Thanks, it's a new jumper.” Cyrus flirtatiously replied with a wink. Where on earth was this confidence coming from? He wondered as he headed towards TJ’s car. After wishing his mother goodbye and a good day he was trying to keep the eye contact, or anything, with TJ to a minimum now that his confident streak had disappeared and he reminds himself that there's no point, TJ already knows his soulmate and he is probably 100 times better than Cyrus. Maybe he should just focus on Tyler and maybe, just maybe, admit and realise it’s time to move on.

-

As TJ and Cyrus walk through the doors into school, side by side it isn't long until they get bombarded by the group. Cyrus is having birthday wishes thrown at him alongside everyone asking about his soul mark. He doesn't understand why everyone is so interested and quite frankly they shouldn't be because he doesn't want to talk about it. In a heated moment of annoyance, he ignores them all, pushing through them abruptly and harshly in order to get to his locker.

Buffy and Andi’s face’s immediately fall, simultaneously shooting death stares at TJ, before heading to Cy’s locker.

“Cy, what's up?” Buffy asks softly, almost as if she was any louder, he would break.

“Please talk to us Cyrus, maybe we can help.” Andi reasons, Cyrus just sighs as he feels tears welling up in his eyes.

“It's not TJ, the soul mark its not TJ.” He whispers softly, his voice cracking slightly in the middle. Salty tears start to stream down his rough skin as he carries on. “I know this is stupid, I know I shouldn't be crying, but I wanted it to be him so bad and I-”

“Hey, Underdog what's going o- Wait, holy shit you’re crying what's up?” TJ interrupted his voice flooding with worry.

“You two need to talk” Buffy says calmly with a slight smile on her face. How is she smiling? Why is she smiling? Does she know something I don’t? Cyrus thought, his head flooding with confusion making him all the more angry. TJ could sense this so he perks up.

“That's an amazing idea, Buffy! Cy put your bag in your locker, I’m taking you to the swings. Let's go!” TJ said, his voice dripping with excitement.

“No, schools starting in ten minutes, he can’t do that!” Andi states angrily, looking at Buffy for support. TJ rolls his eyes at her.

“Hey, don't tell him what he can’t do. For your information Muffin and I have study period first so it doesn't matter if “school starts in 10 minutes”. Cyrus is upset and we’re gonna fix that no matter the time.” TJ stops to look around and then his smile widens when he locks eyes with Amber.

“Cover for us will ya sissy?” He pleads with puppy dog eyes. Those god damn puppy eyes, Cy thought.

“What am I supposed to tell them?” Amber asks, clearly exasperated.

“I don't know? Say Cyrus ran into a glass door and he's down at medical or something?”

“Wow, that one hit close to home.” Cyrus stated while giggling.

“Well, I had to make it believable didn't I Underdog?” TJ playfully asked, a lazy smirk covering his face.

The boys laughed and Cyrus started to wipe away the tears from his face as he calmed down. Suddenly though, Cyrus’ hand felt weighted, confusion flooding his thoughts he looked down to see TJ’s hand, interlocked with his own.

“Come on, we’re going to the swings!!”

-

Ten minutes had gone by of the boys just sitting there in comfortable yet awkward under toned silence. It was TJ who broke the silence by grabbing Cyrus’ hand and saying without turning to look at him, not being able to bare the thought of looking into his eyes.

“Did I ever tell you my real name?” He whispered, before hastily continuing on, “what it stands for, I mean.” He could see out of the corner of his eye, Cyrus reluctantly shaking his head.

“Tyler.” He said while smiling, “Tyler Joseph Kippen.”

Cyrus got up from the swing so he was able to stand in front of TJ and he bent down onto his knees while placing his finger under TJ’s chin to lift his head up softly.

“So my soulmate, the name Tyler on my collar bone, that correlates to you?” As confirmation, TJ nods as he pulls down the hem of his shirt to reveal in the most beautiful cursive writing “Cyrus”.

Cyrus’ whole face lights up with joy as he pulls TJ in for a hug.

“Can I kiss you?” Cyrus asks, hopeful and excited yet timid. TJ nods his head so hard Cy is surprised he didn't get whiplash.

“plEASE!” TJ begs as his voice cracks.

“You fucking dork!” Cyrus calls out before closing the gap between their lips. The kiss is short but sweet. pure and wonderful, filled with longing and desire. Cyrus starts to giggle and smile widely into the kiss, causing TJ to pull away in confusion.

“What so funny?” TJ huffs out, but all he was greeted with was Cy mimicking his early voice break.

“pLEaSe!!” Cyrus said, giggling at his over exaggeration of TJ’s voice.

“Oi.” He replies sarcastically “I think I deserve another kiss to make up for this bULLYING!!” TJ says playfully, a pout gracing his lips.

“God, you really are a dork.” Cyrus laughs softly kissing his soulmate again.

_____

Let's just say when the boys headed to second-period hand in hand, there were no more tears but there was a very concerned English teacher.

“Cyrus?? Oh, thank God you’re here, I heard you ran into a glass door and I’ve been worried sick! Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Are you feeling better now?”

“Amber” Cyrus mumbles as he begins laughing uncontrollably...

“I told you it was a believable excuse” TJ whispered lovingly, giggling in his ear.

“Yes miss, I’m okay.” Cyrus turns to look at TJ before continuing, “more than okay.”

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hey guys !!! I hope you all enjoyed it. I was forced to post this by my am gc after I shared the idea. once again thank you so much, so so much to my favourite person who helped to edit this !!!!

here's the tag list???? (the people in my group who wanted a tag sksk) here you go, Merry Christmas

@judgemental-llama  @tyrus-is-endgame-fight-me @emmy2024riggs @a-bittersweet-gal  @cxrus-kippen

[having-a-freddie-time]

save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt. 

A/N: I WILL NOT BE WRITING ANY SCENES OF ABUSE!!!! there will never be scenes of reader getting hurt, i’ll only mention bruises and stuff. however, there will be a scene further on that only mentions what happened to her, but not a full on story. idk if this will even be good but oh well

warning: cursing, angst, mad benny

word count: 931 (sksks short im sorry!!)

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The sun’s rays poured into the room through the open window. The wind danced with the curtains. Birds chirped in harmony as they flapped their wings in the sky. Sounds like it would be a perfect sight to wake up to, however that wasn’t the case for Y/N. Instead she woke up to a banging headache and nausea. 

Gotta love hangovers.

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open to the bright sun. After what felt like a million years but was only a minute, you swung your feet over the bed, and sat up, a quiet yawn escaping your lips. As you sat up, you couldn’t help but to feel a sharp pain in your arm. Lifting up the material that covered your limb, you sighed sadly at the sight of yet another bruise.

“That’ll be a bitch to cover. Looks like I’m gonna be wearing long sleeves in summer.” You mumbled to yourself as your finger traced over the purple skin. You hissed at the contact and drew your finger back.

Exhaling slowly, you stood up from the comfy cloud and made your way to the bathroom, phone in hand. Usually when you were hungover, your very best friend, Ben, would come over and aid you back to normalcy.

Unlocking your phone, you immediately typed away a message.

You: heyyyy bennnnn

You sat your phone on the bathroom counter, anticipating the text back as you ventured into your hungover morning routine.

Before gulping down two huge Advil pills, your phone buzzed across the counter. A grin crept onto your lips as you read the message.

benny boy: i’m already on my way. be there in 5

He knew you like the back of his hand. You were his left shoe, the tweedle dee to his tweedle dum, the lime to his tequila, and he was the brother you never had. 

Ever since that fateful day in kindergarten where he had thrown a mud pie at the back of your head, you two had been inseparable. The pair of you went through so much together. He went on his first roller coaster with you. You had gone skydiving for the first time with him. He had been the shoulder you cried on when Nathan Jones, your so called “love of your life” cheated on you with Jenna Smith. You were there when he had found out that he had gotten the role of Queen’s legendary drummer, Roger Taylor in the newest biopic ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

However, you drew the line of your closeness with him when you got together with Trevor, your boyfriend. Only because Trevor had manipulated you into thinking that Ben would ruin your relationship. So when Ben had asked why you had been partying more than usual, dressing differently, or when you had a bruise the size of Texas on your back, you told him that life was just kicking you in the ass. He never tried to make you tell him more. He had his suspicions but kept them to himself.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your front door swing wide open. 

“Honey I’m hoooome!” Your blonde best friend called as he closed the door shut with his foot. 

After swallowing the pills and taking a huge gulp of water, you quickly made your way to the living room, forgetting to put on a bigger shirt to cover your bruise.

“You are my life saver.” You praised him while grabbing the blue Pedia Lyte from his hands.

“And that will be 12 pounds, but I’ll add it to your tab.” He jokes, followed by a wink. You fake laugh and open the bottle and reaching your hand up into the cabinet to grab a cup. Not even realizing that your bruise was exposed.

“You know, you should really-” Ben paused as his gaze met the purple mark on your arm.

“I should really what?” You furrowed your brows at Ben, who was staring dead at your arm. Realizing what was happening, you quickly covered the bruised limb and grinned sheepishly at him.

“Lost a fight with the towel rod last night.” You lied through your teeth. Ben had seen bruises on you before, he deemed you as a clumsy drunk. But this bruise looked different from all the others. It perfectly represented a hand. Trevor’s hand.

“Since when did towel rods have hands and fingernails?” He questioned, sarcastically but seriously at the same time.

Your cover was blown.

“Ben, I promise it’s not what it looks like!” You argued. There was no point. You knew that he would figure out one way or another. You drew your hand up to your face, rubbing your temples. Ben was doing the same, except rubbing the bridge of his nose. He really couldn’t believe you were lying to him.

“Did he do that to you? Was he the reason why you had a busted lip last week? Was it him that bruised your thigh so bad, it hurt for you to walk?”  He asked, anger and sadness tracing his voice. His heart dropped at the thought of you being hurt.

You chewed on your lip and walked past him, to the couch. He took that as a sign to follow you. You planted a seat on the sofa, exhaling loudly as you did so. He followed in suit, looking away for what felt like an eternity.

Then he finally turned to you, his eyes red and tears threatening to spill. This sight broke your heart into a million pieces. Because now, you had to tell him the truth about everything.

Everything.

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tag list: @benhardyisdaddy

@monochromedeacon (message me if you’d like to be tagged in this!!)

[heesgf]

Ship your mutuals with Treasure13 (or Silver Boys if you’d like)?💓

thank u for being so patient with me angel🤧🤧 i finally got around to answering this and just a warning omg sksks it’s ridiculously long!! but very very worth bc i love my mutuals more than anything!!!!💞💞💞 i hope u enjoy :’)))

hyunsuk 

im gonna start by shipping the cutest bby in the world with the other cutest bby in the world, @moonxlika!!!🤧💖 lika when i think of you and suk, i think about halloween omg?? like you guys dressing up and coordinating your scary costumes and then heading over to a halloween party that suk practically begged u to go to😢 tbh after an hour, u guys realize the party is kinda lame?? and ur like  ‘ಠ╭╮ಠ rlly u just did me wrong on halloween like this??’ but don’t worry!!!! because suk has got u covered~~he has lots of fun things in mind to keep the party fun and perhaps.. it mostly involves kissing uuuu hehe!!! and at one point, u steal the aux cord and start playing some real music and let’s just say.. u dance the night away uwu!!! (and maybe scare ppl when they come out of the bathroom but shhh u didn’t hear it from me!!!) 

of course i also ship hyunsuk with the world’s sweetest angel, miss sim @hyunsukmyass!!!😇💘 sim i know you’ve been studying hard for uni, so that’s exactly why suk takes every opportunity he can to whisk you away and help his baby relax!! this means bringing u beautiful flowers when u start ur studying sessions🥰 and convincing you to take evening drives with him when ur classes are over!! in the moment, all u really wanna do is nap, so ur a little bit hesitant, but once u see the beautiful orange and pink sky when the sun sets, and the way suk has his heart eyes completely set on you, u just🤧🤧 he really loves u to the moon and back :’))) and would do anything to see ur beautiful angelic smile!!!💕💓💞 pls smile lots for him MWAH

sam my bby @jehyoney!!!!! u and hyunsuk are my cowboy couple.. my crackhead icons🤠 u guys are that couple that are so close and comfortable with one another?? like everyone is in awe at ur relationship bc it’s so loving but also so funny?? u guys spend a lot of time watching cringey tik toks (perhaps recreating them….) and just!!! having the best time together uwu!! he loves u🥰 ALSO he sings old town road 25/8 and u kinda wanna kill him for it but also… he’s so CUTE u cant resist not cuddling him pls!!! sweetest bbys✨

noa

@forhyunsuk omg miss courtney!!! originally i was gonna ship u with suk, but u already know im that relationship’s #1 fan, so i thought i’d switch things up and ship u with noa the prince!!!😽💞 i feel like noa is that super smart and kinda quiet but SUPER CHARMING guy in your class that you’ve been crushing on since forever? and tbh u think ur being slick when u stare at the back of his head during class and drool or when u bite lip when u see his sweet smile!!! but guess what!!! hehe noa has known abt ur crush on him the whole time and he was so shocked when he found out bc he feels just the same way abt you??? when u smile and laugh or even just vaguely glance in his direction, he’s just straight up😻😻!!! one time ur hand brushed against his when u were passing out papers and his heart!! almost leaped !!! right out of his chest!!! dont tell him i told u but… he’s planning on asking u out this weekend.. bby he loves u sm!!!💘

tiyi my love @speckofglitter!!!!💕💓💞💞💝💘 i was gonna ship u with suk too, but i thought i’d be fun and ship u with ur model bf noa!!! noa is just so so so in love with you :’)) and he’s so proud of everything you’ve accomplished omg!! i think he’d love to sneak you off campus and take you on spontaneous night time dates into the city uwu✨✨ u guys spend time together at night markets, taking adorably aes photos (bc let’s be real.. king and queen of aes), dancing on the street and singing loudly, and kissing in the car!!! u guys are such a sweet and lovely couple and noa is just so whipped for u :’)) and his camera roll is literally filmed to the brim with cute pics of u!!! also.. sometimes u guys decide u want to give the world what it needs and sing beautiful songs together omg!!! ≧◡≦

mashiho 

@mashiho m i definitely ship u with baby mashi!!!🥰 hehe when i think of u guys, i think of mashi working at ur local bakery??? and u go there occasionally bc ur mom tells u to get that bread she likes, and u see THE CUTEST ANGEL IN EXISTENCE, and suddenly…. u have an intense craving for baked goods everyday???😉 mashi notices that u come more and more often, and he just grows the fattest crush on you? he’s always slipping extra sweets into ur bag and gives u the cutest lil smile when u walk in💕💓💞 eventually he finally works up the courage to ask u out, and ofc, u say yes!!! then u spend the rest of ur days being the cutest couple ever in the world, and it’s random, but u guys dance a lot together??? he loves teaching u moves uwuwuwuwu✨

@mashilove uyen my sweet angel, i ship u with mashi too!!!💘💘💘 he knows how much hard work you’ve been doing at work, and that it’s been stressful for you, so he loves taking out on little dates after work!!!😻 he likes to hug and cuddle u and poke ur cheeks!!  u guys have dinner and then drive out into the hills, and u spend the night staring up at the stars and cuddling💫💫💫 he lets u rant about work and you have lovely conversations!!! he always comforts you when you need it and gives u sweet kisses!! he loves u so so so much!!!

seunghun

maddi my bby @seunghunn​!!!!! u know that ur love for seunghun makes me the softest girl on the planet😢💖 seunghun knows it’s tournament season and that things are a little bit stressful for you rn, so he just wants to give u the sweetest n warmest cuddles 24/7??? he cares for u too much to let u overwork yourself!!! so anytime he thinks ur studying too hard, he quickly pulls you onto him (despite ur groaning) and he cuddles u between the bed sheets and gives u soft soft soft cheek and forehead kisses!!! sometimes when he’s feeling extra flirty hehe, he’ll steal a few from ur lips as well and as much as you’d like to complain that he’s being too clingy… sksksk u love it too much🤧💓💞 and he knows it too!!! sometimes when u cant sleep at night, he insists that he needs to sing u a soft lullaby, and instantly, u drift into sleep with him by ur side :’)) angel maddi, pls dream of him!!! 

vale, i ship u with ur sunshine bf seunghun too🥰🥰!!! @seunghunies it’s exam season for the both of you, so things have been a little stressful, and sometimes he can’t sleep well at night :’((( on those nights, he drives straight over to ur house, knocks on ur window at 2am with the widest smile, and convinces u to go get some icecream with him uwu!!! tbh ur feeling a little sleepy and icecream @ 2 am… doesn’t sound that appealing sksks, but he’s just too!!!! cute!!! to resist!!! so u hop into his car and kissing, and the next day, maybe ur a little more tired than u need to be but!!! u guys are so in love and it’s sOOO adorable :’ ) ))

angel christina 💞💞💞@kimseunghoney omg literally no one is surprised that i ship u with seunghun!!! u are a complete and utter sweetheart, just like ur wonderful bf, and u guys radiate!!! light!!! hehe when i think of u guys, i think of hun as that sweet and flirty boy next door that has a huge crush on u!! like he’s always doing cute things, like leaving flowers on your porch, and chocolates on ur desk in the library when u study!!! one time u confront him abt it!!! bc ur just so in love with this sweet boy :’))) he’s s OOooo annoying abt it like… ‘me? did i send it? hmmm…. let me think about it🤪’ but he so did!! and u KNOW it 😤 another time, u think you’ve finally reached ur breaking point, so while he’s teasing u, u suddenly slide your hands behind his neck and look deeply into his eyes… he’s blushing ridiculously hard and biting his lip!!! ur hovering so close to his lips.. and then u ask ‘did u send the stuff?’; when he finally gulps and nods his head, still biting his lip, u bravely move forward and kiss him. hmmm… let’s just say u guys have a new hobby….. ;) 

doyoung

@doyeongs j my sweet lil angel, i ship u with the cutest ray of sunshine!!!🌞🌞 u and doyoung are always studying after school at this cute little ice cream shop!!! and u regularly share sherbet together!!! he’s always doing cute things like holding ur hands, and giving u sweet hugs, and ruffling the hair on top of ur head💘💘 when prom season rolls around, doyoung shows up to ur locker at school with three scoops of your sherbet to-go, and a big poster that says ‘here’s the scoop: prom with me?’!!! and ur screaming bc, ew omg sO CHEESY, but also!!! doyoung just asked u to prom and ur abt to melt!!!! uwu u guys are literally the cutest bbys ever to exist and ur gonna have the biggest blast at prom!!! pls have lots of fun with ur adorable bf🥰

byounggon

bby ess!!!!💫💫💫 @ggoncafe hehe u know i ship u with gon, my love!!! i think he’d make the perfect date for u at ur annual arts banquet :’))) just imagining gon getting all dressed up to support his lovely gf… sksksk the SOFTNESS🤧🤧 he’s definitely gonna be bringing you the biggest bouquet of roses, and giving u so!!! many!!! sweet forehead and cheek kisses!!! he’s just so so so proud of u 💞💞💞 and he’s so excited to have an amazing night of fun with u and ur friends!!! u two are gonna be dancing and laughing and taking the cutest couple pics uwu!!! he’s just so in love with u,,, and it shows so much on his face when he looks at u and his eyes just pool up with love!!! everyone will be gawking at how cute u two are omg😻😻 angels!!! 

@bggon (taryn i was looking for ur old url and almost panicked skkskss) miss taryn ofc i ship u with gon!!!💘💘 maybe it’s bc of ur dark mobile theme, but when i think of u and gon, i think of bad boy! gon??? like on the outside he looks really tough and intimidating with his dark hair and piercings, and some ppl might be a lil bit scared of him, but then they see him with you and they just.. they drop that mentality completely??? bc LISTEN when he’s around u, his bby, he’s just so so soft??🤧🤧 everybody watches as his eyes crinkle with happiness when he sees u!!! and the way his mouth softens into a smile!! and he’s such a cuddly baby too :’((( how could he be scary when he’s so lovely with u omg… 

lastly i ship gon with aurora @constantlytiiired 💞💞💞 aurora ur so sweet and kind and caring, and i just feel like gon would never want to be away from you?? like when he’s recording in the studio, or travelling places, he always wants to call u and just hear ur voice!!! it helps him fall asleep at night🥰 and he loves to leave u sweet little love notes around ur house, so that when u wake up, u can feel how much he loves u immediately!! uwu he always wants to give u that warmest hugs and just :’)) he’s so soft for u

yedam

my baby sugarplum dara @yeetdam ✨✨✨!!!! hnnnggg i have to ship u with [red.] first because ur!!! my!! angel!! you and yedam are those people that are literally head over heels in love for one another, but for some reason, always denying it??? like ur so soft and starry eyed for him, and yet, it always seems to come out in an insult or two??? hehe oops😚💖 not that yedam ever minds tho, because he’s just so whipped for u, his little bby!!! tbh every time u try and deflect ur love for him, he couldn’t be bothered, and instead just wants to engulf u in the tightest hug and smooch ur cute lil head!!! and ofc.. u blush bc he’s so c u t e pls!!! once u guys finally straighten out ur feelings and realize that ur THAT couple; u guys are bursting with love for one another and everyone can tell omg!!! also… the best couple outfits EVER.. i know it

@yedarnit micro u are literally yedam’s perfect match, i swear it!!!🤧🤧 u guys are the most charismatic, and lovable, and musical couple to ever exist omg!!! yedam is ALWAYS at ur shows whenever ur performing, and u better believe he has the biggest bouquet of flowers, along with the biggest SMILE you’ve ever seen💖⭐️💝💓💕💞 he’s shouting and laughing and maybe even tearing up at the end??? god,, he loves u!!! and of course, ur the exact same way with him :’)) whenever he has a music show, ur sure to be in the front row with ur camera, and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with love when he sees u so starstruck (◠﹏◠✿) best bbys!!! 

soh u might run away from this but LISTEN u and yedam…. that’s some good shit @ygteasure❣️❣️❣️ i know u said prom was a little bit lame, so i guess it’s a good thing that u and yedam ditch early to go out on a spontaneous night time beach date????😻 u guys sit in the sand with ur fancy clothes and u lay ur head softly on his shoulder,, and tbh he was gonna be a drama queen and be like… ‘soh.. are u really putting ur head on my shoulder rn?? is this rlly happening?’ but he decides u look way too cute in this moment, and he doesn’t want to ruin anything, so instead he just smiles to himself, and wraps his arm over your shoulder, pulling u closer💞💞💞 u guys talk for hours and have so many heart to hearts… he’s so in love with u!!! and u may not admit it but we know u are too uwu :’)))

jihoon

my sweet baby angel izzy mWAH😚✨ @glossyedam i had to ship u with someone that was just as bright and kind hearted as u, and that person is jihoon!!!! jihoon knows that ur working so hard around the clock for school, and exam season is approaching, so he always want to make sure ur feeling happy and taking care of urself🥰💝💝 u can always catch him visiting u at school with food and sweets and his hoodies!!! he wants u to be well fed and smiley and warm hehe!!! also jihoon is King of the Class Clowns, so he’s never not telling u jokes to make u laugh!! even if it means embarrassing himself in front of ur whole school sskkssk!!! ur his sweet angel and he can never give u enough cheek kisses.. u guys are everything,, and even though ur school principal sees jihoon and is sometimes😤, they get over it bc u two are so lovely!!!(*^ -^*)

yoonbin

@yoonbins kara… my best bitch… my ICON.. i have to ship u with mr yoonbin bc that’s the cutest shit ever!!!!💖⭐️💝💓💕💞 u two are tall bbys!!! and the energy u emit omg….the most badass visual LEGENDS, literally everyone and their mom wishes they could compete!!!! i feel like u and bin on the outside would have a very bff like relationship, with lots of laughing and inside jokes and banter! and i think ur couple-y interactions in public would be very subtle bc u guys dont wanna go overboard, but uwu, behind closed doors, ha yoonbin is cuddliest baby ever!!! and u are ready to accept all the softness🤧 u two are just so in sync?? and even though u aren’t the most lovey dovey couple, everyone knows ur dating bc ur just so attune with each other✨  ilu!!! 

keita 

keita isn’t a silver boy, nor is he in treasure 13, but i want to ship him with the lovely ari @shibrs😽💞 ari, u and keita are the fluffliest couple!!! i can see u guys going on sweet little study dates in the library, and keita just loves to hear u talk, so he likes to lean onto your shoulder and shut his eyes and listen to u talk about ur day!! other times, he’s very boisterous and giggly and his mission of the day is to get u laughing just as loudly with him and omg.. let’s just say there have been more than a few instances in which you two have been kicked out of the library!!! u pretend to be mad sometimes but he’s just .. so.. cUTE !! and when he kisses ur cheek and hugs ur side.. how can u be mad?!🤧

asahi

@multyfan1458 krystal this might be random but u and asahi would be so cute together omg???💖💖 he loves to shower u with love and affection ahh!!! i imagine him taking u out on study dates at different cafes :’)) and he just loves to converse with u abt literally anything.. like just talking to u fills him with happiness!! and he loves to do cute and heart warming things, like brushing the hair from ur face, or wiping the whipped cream by your lips😭😭 u guys would be adorable! 

haruto 

my ray of sunshine niki, i ship u with haru @waharuto!!💓💕💞 when i think of you two, i immediately think of summer time dates together omg!!! i feel like the two of you would love to dress up and head down to the beach :’))) and then you’d share icecream, or swim a bit!!! maybe he’d try and piggyback u and throw u into the water but it’s all in good fun hehe >.

junkyu

@koala-junkyu b i have to ship you with kyu because u two would be the loveliest couple!!!!🥰🥰 whenever ur studying hard, junkyu is sure to come bring u the warmest blanket he can find and wrap it tightly around ur body!!! bc the last thing he wants is his bby to feel cold :’((( he’s always bring u ur favourite foods and snacks, and coffee when u need it desperately!!! he loves u so so so much💞💞💞 and he makes sure u never forget it by giving u the warmest hugs and kisses!!! 

[thestarshow]

Please don't go

A/n: I was gonna make this longer but it hurt sksk, it was supposed to be smut but then I broke up with my gf and now it's sad lol

Wanda x Natasha, Natasha x Carol

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, implied smut

It was early in the morning and the compound was empty. All other occupants were on a mission, all but one. It wasn’t the first time that the witch was alone. Steve didn't want her to go on this mission because it required training she didn't have. She didn't mind though, she was still getting used to her powers. Letting out a deep sigh the witch made her way to the training room, deciding to skip breakfast. Maybe it was her overwhelming fear that she would run into Natasha. It was probably bad that she was ignoring her girlfriend but everytime Wanda looked at her she couldn't help but feel sick. It must be the way that Natasha and Carol look at each other when they think Wanda isn't looking. But she's always looking. Always observing and waiting. Maybe that's why the ache in Wanda's chest just won't fucking go away. As she reached the training room she began to stretch before heading to the punching bags. She was good at throwing a punch now that Natasha had trained her.

It was another three hours before the training room door opened and the rest of the avengers poured in. Wanda was packing up when she felt arms wrap around her waist. Tensing up she turned to face her girlfriend. Quickly putting on a fake smile she rose a single eyebrow. Natasha moved back a few steps before handing Wanda a single rose from who knows where. She looked at the witch with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It never seemed to reach her eyes anymore.

"Here you go baby, Happy anniversary. I was going to give that to you later on our date but, something came up and I have things to do. I'm sorry." She grabbed Wanda's hand in a form of comfort, but it only hurt.

"Oh, yeah that's okay don't worry about it." Wanda gave a small smile before taking her hand out of Nat's and grabbing her bag.

Wanda gave a quick goodbye before making her way back to her room. Once in her room she stripped her clothes and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. After a little while she made her way out of her room feeling not at all better. She made her way to the kitchen to finally eat something. Glancing at the one random wall clock she realized it was later that she wanted. It seemed the day slipped away from her, again. Letting out a sigh she turned the corner and came face to face with a sight that made her feel dizzy. Natasha was on her knees in front of Carol, giving her pleasure. Wanda's body felt heavy as she fell to her knees with a loud thud, startling the other two. It felt fake, like some sick joke. But it wasn't a joke, it was real. She noticed Natasha start to move towards her and she stood quickly backing up.

"Baby please-" Wanda cut her off instantly, her voice shaking.

"On our anniversary, our one year anniversary." Carol had moved to stand next to Natasha, clothes back on.

"I know I know I'm sorry." That made Wanda angry.

"No, you don't get to be sorry Romanoff. It's over." And with that she walked past them letting the tears roll down her face.

It's been a month since then and Wanda felt empty. She doesn't sleep, hardly eats, and never speaks to Natasha or Carol. Maybe she's acting irrational but she doesn't care. It hurt to see them. And when Steve yells at her in front of the others for being so reckless on the mission, she feels like she can't breath. The next morning she asks Tony if she can stay in one of his apartments for a little while. He says yes, of course he does. And when she's leaving to go the apartment Natasha's there, with Carol.

"Wanda, please don't go." Natasha's voice cracked, like she was sorry, unfortunately Wanda didn't care.

"Goodbye Agent Romanoff." And it felt like her heart shattered again.

Then she was gone. Sad, pissed, and empty. That's just how her life was. Broken.

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Shadowhunters ep 8 spoilers and review and general spoilers!

Fucking hell. Thats what I said at the end of that ep! That was a lot. I feel kinda sad & a bit miserable- mixed with a tinge of joy, some excitment & a whole load of ok holy shit thats a lot. This was one of those eps where you're screaming at the screen! Where to begin- well theres the elephant in the room- or rather the vampire- Simon. Well fuck. I- First there was the whole Clary finding him dead stuff- then deciding what to do- honestly I swung between it the same as she did- Luke got through being a Werewolf and hes doing ok (ya know- despite the whole being mauled & losing his love) but Simon having to deal with that- idk- he might not handle it anyway so- But he should have a chance- and idk- its a lot. I teared up when she was burying him ngl. And shit Alberto rosende (Simon) can act- he's doing amazing seriously- such high powered emotional scenes!! Yep so there's that- which ngl I kinda just laughed in a what the fuck way. Raphael- getting to like him- I know some ppl ship him and Simon later down the line- I could see that myb if we get to know him more. Clary & Jace is this ep- damn that falcon story- come on Jace its you not 'a boy' - hope he opens up more- idk how I felt about him being around Simon since he was an ass to him tbh. Moving on- Alec!! My bby! I was yelling at the screen for all different reasons today with him! Firstly him being all cute and awkward & gay-ness coming through when they were taking about Magnus. "He's quite magical-" "I mean- h-hes good at magic" Flustered Alec is frikin adorable!!! Can we talk about Magnus too!! "How is Alexander?" Yesssss- and the follow your heart?! Yes! That whole boxing scene- same Magnus same. I was so excited they were getting closer & follow your heart- but then Alec!! Wtf!! You proposed!! No!! Lydia seems ok but no! Come on! I thought it was fuck your parents- kiss Magnus! Fuck duty! Grrr! I literally yelled no at the screen. Poor bby getting hit by that creature too- but damn Arrow work yess. Also think I realised a beat after Isabelle- The Nephilin she called them- i reckon they're those Shadowhunters Valentine tried to make. Don't tell me pls!! Damn they're kinda creepy- like zombie trolls. Welp- think thats it- honestly reached the point of just laughing in wow that was a ride. Poor Magnus bby when hes gonna be finding out about Lydia!! Grr!! I thought they were gonna start to bond! I guess they still will bc i know ep12!! Weird how I already knew what Clary would do & with Malec ect but I'm still like oh shit- like with Simon seeing Clary's pulse the first time. Looking forward to getting further in & A. Having Malec together & B. Not knowing bits- although i know a s3 magnus spoiler and what happens with malec but I'm still into it tbh. If I hadn't have watched the Malec vid I wouldn't have watched it so. What else- hmm- think thats it- bit of a long one today!! And lot of swearing- yep heads up thats me- especially if I'm excited or emotional! Right welp- Simon my bby- (literally went oh sweetheart at the screen i swear 😂) hope you do good next ep, and I need some Malec pls!! Off to watch the "Quite Magical" bit again!! Ooh! Two things- sorry sksk- Clary punching Camille yesss!!! Break her nose!! And I found myself having Shadowhunters withdrawl over the weekend!! Coz I watch an ep every week day- first time only a few eps coz i started at the end of the week- but last week was one everyday weekday- and I rlly missed it! Right! Thats all! Thanks if you read- have a wonderful day/night/whatever & my arm hurts from typing. ~Lula X

Ps. This is unedited- can you tell?! 😂😂