#might add the taglist later idk

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

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Inspired by this piece of @euphoniouspandemonium 's

[kissingarthurclaus]

Do you think it weighs on him? Despite always keeping a happy, cheerful demeanor do you think being constantly mocked, shoved aside, ignored gets to him?

Do you think anyone's ever cradled him and accepted him and loved him for himself?

[pombeom]

Hello pombeom hope ur having a good day/night !!! Idk if ur requests are open i forgot to check BUT if its alr... may i request a domtutor!taehyun x bratsub!reader ? 🙊

Having an intense terry brainrot its so crazy RGHHH so scenario is, reader is really behind her like classes and almost failing everything and the teacher said she needs to catch up and take a tutor blh blah blah.. so, the teacher assigned tyun to be his tutor. Then, Everytime they have a study session, reader wont take it srs so tyun snapped out of it and just fucked the shit out of her 🫨

Feel free to ignore this if u get uncomfortable with this request !! Sorry if its not the best description, but the rest is up to you !! 🤧

Also, do you have a taglist? If yes, i would love to be tagged in every txt fics, thoughts OR ANYTHING ABT TXT😶‍🌫️

tutoring trouble | taehyun fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: meandomtutor!taehyun x brattysub!reader

warnings: spanking, namecalling (slut, brat), dirty talk, blowjob, doggy, manhandling, creampie, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mean mean taehyun, nippleplay, marking, hickeys, zero aftercare, dacryphilia (reader cries), lmk if i forgot anything

a/n: thank you so much for being my first request!! this was so much fun to write and i hope this cures your brain rot 😭 don’t have a taglist atm but when i do (hopefully soon 🤞(just need to figure out how it works)) i’ll definitely add you :)

requests open

“Can I have a word please?”

At the end of the seminar, your professor calls upon you as you and your friends begin to leave. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” 

“Right. I just wanted to talk to you about your recent grades. For someone who used to perform well in every assignment, your performance has been slipping to well below average. Even on a test where everyone managed to score above 60% you were the only one with a mark of 48% which tells me that you might need some additional support. A senior student has volunteered to help you out so from now on you shall receive tutoring session from him every week. His name is Kang Taehyun and he’s a very capable student who I believe can give you all the support you need,” your professor waffled on as you simply stare into her face absorbing all the information she’s blurting at you. 

“Is that all?” 

“Yes that’s all. I’ve scheduled your first meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I checked both your timetables to make sure you were both available. You’ll be meeting in the library at 1pm. And remember, if I hear that you haven’t showed up, then I’ll have to deal out more severe consequences.” 

With even more information being darted in your direction, your mind wanders to the plans you made with your friends for lunch tomorrow. Guess that’ll have to be cancelled then. 

You let out a sigh of frustration as you thank your professor and walk out the room with a grimacing look. How dare she ruin your plans like that. Just imagining the thought of a tutor sounded like hell. This Kang Taehyun also seemed like a right old nerd. It’ll be surprising if he lasts more than a day with you. 

You were wrong. He lasted more than a day. In fact he lasted nearly 3 weeks of your bratty attitude which just refused to listen to anything he says, interrupting him mid-sentence to ask irritating questions or dozing off as he’s explaining a key concept. Even through the trials and tribulations, he still put up with you but you could tell that he each week he was getting closer to breaking point. He just needed one last push. 

Instead of the library, you asked if you could meet up at your house instead, using the fact that you were recovering from being sick last week as an excuse. Phase 1, complete. 

Taehyun arrives promptly at 1pm, tapping a rhythmic knock on your door. As if you were waiting for him, you opened the door within seconds revealing to you his casual outfit of a baggy t-shirt that he paired with dark wash straight leg jeans and a silver chain that hung comfortably around his neck. You may not have liked him much, but you appreciated his sense of style. Laid back but put together. 

Inviting him in, you direct him towards your room, telling him that that was where you worked best. You bought over an extra chair and placed it beside your own desk chair and you both pulled out your work materials. 

Without further ado, Taehyun begins the session, paying no attention to the change of setting that you hoped would throw him off. You were ready to move into phase 2 of your plan. 

Taehyun, being seated at your right proved to be advantageous as it allowed you the opportunity to make physical contact as you both move your hands at the same time, “accidentally” bumping your hand into his. 

You were also wearing your oversized pyjama shirt with a pair of black shorts underneath, your shirt unbuttoned quite low. Without drawing too much attention to yourself, you slowly push one side of the shirt down your shoulder, hinting at your black lace bra. You try and meet his gaze but his eyes were avoidant, only paying attention to his notes and whether or not you were writing them down too, which of course you weren’t.

“Can you please focus. We’ve got a lot to cover,” his eyes finally look up to meet yours giving you a stern glare. 

“I am focusing, aren’t I?” Your puppy eyes never worked on him but you were hoping that them playing with your bra strap might distract him. 

“Stop fiddling with your bra strap and pay attention,” his voice was commanding in a way that even you felt threatened into obedience. You also weren’t expecting him to be so direct. 

You pick up you pen and start copying down the notes as he explains them suddenly getting another idea. 

“Taehyun, I’m thirsty. I’m gonna get some water, do you want some too?” 

“Yeah, sure, get me a glass.”

You filled up two glasses of water in the kitchen, holding one in each hand and as you walk past him, you accidentally spill water on his shirt, leaving him soaking wet. 

“Fuck! What the hell?!” he yells, standing up in shock. 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! It was an accident. Let me get you a towel.” 

You giggled as you walk away towards the storage cabinet grabbing a new towel. But when you return, you see a sight you weren’t prepared for. 

Taehyun had removed his shirt leaving him flashing his hard abs and built muscles. Instead of turning around or covering your eyes, you stand there gawking at his physique. So this is what he’d been hiding under his baggy T-shirt the entire time. You move closer to him, handing him the towel to dry off. 

He wipes his body dry and passes you the towel back glaring into your eyes. 

“This is what you wanted to happen right? When you invited me to your house, I knew something was up. Fucking brat can’t just sit quiet and focus on her lesson.” He inches closer to your body, pushing you against the desk as he corners you. His face was now mere millimetres away, leaving you gasping. 

“Go on. Tell me what you want,” he instructs, his voice a little raspy, “What? Now you suddenly can’t speak? Guess I’ll just have to punish you then.” 

His hands grab onto your waist pushing you up to sit on your desk, moving away any pens and paper in the way. His fingers tuck your hair behind your ear as he continues to move them along your cheeks and jawline leaving lingering touches on your skin, sparking like jolts of electricity. As his hands reach your neck, his fingers wrap themselves around it, his grip slowly tightening. 

Your lips part as you pant for air when his other hand swipes a touch across your bottom lip before he inserts his thumb into your mouth, pushing it in and out. He removes his finger from your mouth letting out a pop sound. 

Before long, his hands move down your shirt, undoing any remaining buttons, stripping you of your shorts as you’re left almost naked, feeling bare in front of his gaze. 

He’s skilful in removing your bra, cupping both breasts as he squeezes them into his face, breathing in your scent. 

“Such perfect tits. You were desperate to show them to me, weren’t you?” 

“Taehyun, suck on them. Please,” your voice trembled as you begged him. 

“Such a desperate slut aren’t you. Unlucky for you, brats don’t get what they want.” 

He’s strips you of your underwear and his own, leaving you both naked when suddenly he picks you up, flinging you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he moves towards your bed. 

“Such,” spank,” A,” spank,” Brat,” spank. 

He drops you onto the mattress, and climbs over you. He moves up to your neck, sucking your sensitive skin rabidly, reddish purple marks appearing instantly. He moves along you collarbone sucking harshly while pinching your nipples, earning him a sharp moan. 

“Get on your knees.” He pulls you up by your hair and pushes you onto the floor as you become on eye level with his veiny cock. Your reactions to his hardness were instinctive: hands wrapping around the base of his shaft as your tongue swirls around the pink tip. 

“You don’t get to tease me ok, brat? Now suck my dick.” 

You feel your hair being pulled into a makeshift ponytail as he rams your throat up and down his cock, almost gagging you. 

You feel him twitch on your mouth and before he could cum he pulls out, taking away his own orgasm. 

Pulling you back up onto the bed, he places you on all fours as he grabs your waist firmly as his cock teases your entrance. Sliding in between the lips of your pussy, your wetness leaks out onto his dick, lubing it even more than your saliva. 

“Taehyun please just fuck me!” you whine, almost crying at the pain of his teasing. You needed him in you. 

Without warning he slams his cock into your core, hitting your cervix in one go. He continues to pound into you as he pushes your face into a pillow, muffling your moans as your tears leak onto the cotton. His dick is ruts against your gummy walls as he grunts with each swift push. You clench around his cock, feeling the veins as your wetness oozes out, dripping down your leg. 

“God your pussy is so good. Look at you, taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Only brats get fucked like this. Brats who don’t listen or pay attention. Brats who are so desperate. Brats who like to tease their tutor.” 

He’s now slamming into you at an unimaginable rate, your cries being heard even through the fabric of your pillow. The familiar sensation builds in your stomach. 

“Taehyun I’m gonna cum!” 

“Hold it. Only cum when I tell you to.” 

He’s ruthless with his speed, punishing your pussy over and over. His actions took over your entire body as your vision goes blurry even with your eyes closed and your legs shaking despite his support in holding you up.

“You can cum now.” 

You didn’t wait a second longer before your orgasmic wave comes crashing down sending ripples across your entire body when you collapse completely. At the same time, Taehyun cums inside your throbbing pussy, which remains pulsing even after he’s removed himself, pushing out the mixture of both your cum down your already wet leg. 

You’re left gasping for air once again, trying to catch tour breath after the intense sex. Taehyun leaves you alone on your bed to go put on his boxers and jeans, sweat dripping down his sculpted abs. 

“Oi, where’s my tshirt?” 

“It’s there.” You point vaguely behind you as you were unable to lift your head or body to help him out. 

He eventually finds it on the the radiator and at this point it had finished drying so he slips it back on and begins packing up his notes and stationery. 

“Same time next week. And maybe next time you’ll actually pay attention.” 

He waltz out, hearing the main door slam whilst you still lay in bed worn out. 

You don’t think you could ever focus in his tutoring classes again. Not when you knew how his cock felt inside you. His punishment failed. It only made you crave more. 

[beomcharms]

10:36 a.m - a time called you

pairings: popular!yeonjun x outcast!f.reader

warnings: angst, oc has a lot of family issues, oc is kinda inspired by maeve from sex ed, further parts may have more warnings, featuring taehyun, soobin, jin(bts) and ryujin(itzy), taehyun soobin ryujin and yeonjun are the same age in this fic :)

read pt. 2 : here

genre: romance, friendship, high school au

word count: 2.9k

a/n: idk if anyone on here remembers me 😭 but i used to be beomiecharms… umm i thought of reuploading a couple of my old fics because i just missed writing a lot and i couldn’t just leave without ending this series 😭 hope you enjoy! : send in an ask or leave a comment and i’ll add/remove you :)

taglist: @doumachi @baekberrie @shycreationdreamland @hyueika (dk if any of you remember me or this fic)

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“So have you decided on who to ask for prom yet?”

Yeonjun sighs at Soobin’s question.

“You still haven’t decided ?!” Soobin gasps “Dude you can get any girl you want why haven’t you asked anyone ?”

“I don’t know” Yeonjun answers, he knows but he doesn’t wish to say it out loud, knowing the others won’t let him hear the end of it.

“Ahhh it’s because of her isn’t it?” Taehyun asks.

Sometimes Yeonjun wished Taehyun weren’t so clever.

“Who? Who is she?” Soobin asks poking his shoulder and Yeonjun looks down at his food.

“You know the one, his Chem lab partner” Taehyun tells Soobin.

“Y/N?” Soobin laughs out. “What’s wrong with her? Why don’t you ask her then?”

“She doesn’t even talk to me how the fuck am I supposed to ask her to prom? And I’m not even interested in her like that, I just find her interesting” Yeonjun mutters.

“Oh please, I sit behind you in that class I see the way you look at her” Taehyun says.

“She is friendly enough to me. I have Bio with her. A little quiet and kind of standoffish but she helps me out whenever I’m in trouble” Soobin’s says thinking about his time with you.

“Congrats dude” Yeonjun sighs and looks over at you. “I once bumped her shoulder accidentally and I thought she might burn me down with the look she gave me”

Soobin and Taehyun try to hold back their laughter as Yeonjun longingly looks over at your table. You sit with Ryujin, frowning down at whatever Ryujin was telling you.

Maybe because you feel his gaze on you, you suddenly look at his direction and Yeonjun immediately looks away. He can tell he is blushing and he hates himself for the effect you have on him.

Even he couldn’t understand why he was so taken by you. You barely even looked at him and that’s not how things usually worked for Yeonjun. He is used to people liking him easily without even trying for it. You feel like a challenge to him and he hates it but also he doesn’t wish for the thrill to go away.

“Who knows maybe I will end up going to prom with her” Yeonjun says out loud.

-.-

You sit on your stool waiting for the teacher to come in. You had to work at Jin’s Diner today and to be honest you were looking forward to it. It was payday today and Jin always gave you a little extra cash, calling it bonuses. You knew it was mostly out of pity, but you were not proud enough to say no to it.

The guy sitting next to you keeps fidgeting in his place and you feel your patience thinning. You wouldn’t be sharing lab with Yeonjun if it wasn’t for Ryujin and her giant crush on Karina.

“Y/N, darling of my life, pleasee I’ll do anything for you” she had told you to get you to change lab partners with her.

A loud snap brings you out of your thoughts and you look over to see Yeonjun holding his goggles with a broken strap.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Taehyun laughs out behind you. “Fuck what am I going to do?” Yeonjun starts panicking.

You sigh to yourself again and pretend like you can’t see him. Maybe that will solve your problems. You look down at your notes when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You knew this was coming. Sooner or later you had to engage with him. You had hoped that your cold front would keep him away for as long as possible. Guess it’s coming to an end today.

You look up at him and see his helpless eyes and your heart softens ever so slightly.

“Do you have a spare? Please? I don’t want to get thrown out of here” Yeonjun pleads with you.

Mr. Jung was the meanest teacher out of all in the faculty and gave detention even for the smallest errors and you felt a little sorry for Yeonjun.

“I don’t have a spare” you tell him, possibly the first words that has passed between you two.

“Oh” he looks down at his hands onto his broken goggles.

You contemplate for a minute before taking them out of his hands and Yeonjun looks at you surprised.

You take the safety pin you carry with you for emergencies and deftly pin the broken strap against the gap with the lens. Broken things weren’t new to you. “Bob the fixer” Ryujin used to call you.

“Try it on” you tell him handing it over to him and he starts fidgeting with the strap again. You feel a surge of irritation and take it out of his hands again, putting it over his eyes and fixing it around his head. Yeonjun looks down at you with wide eyes and you almost laugh out at how comical he looks.

“Don’t you dare take it off before the class ends” you tell him.

“Yes ma’am” he whispers at you. “Thank you”

You sit down on your stool again just in time to see your teacher walking in.

-.-

The buzzing lasted all throughout the class. It had started the moment you talked to him and only slightly lessened when you left your seat after the class ended.

He knew he looked a little ridiculous with his goggles on his face even during parts in which he wasn’t required to wear googles but he was terrified of it snapping again and earning his detention. He had to play today evening.

Thankfully Mr.Jung was in a good mood today so he didn’t seem to mind that one of his students had kept their googles on throughout the class.

Yeonjun gingerly takes of the goggles and looks down at your pin smiling at it.

“Aren’t you coming?” Taehyun asks nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah” Yeonjun grins at Taehyun who rolls his eyes.

-.-

“You make it sound as though she made out with you” Soobin mutters. “She just helped you out with your goggles, something a lab partner usually does”

“But she is not a usual lab partner now is she?” Yeonjun replies. Nobody could take this away from him.

“She is to me” Soobin reminds him.

“Stop it. Let him have his moment now” Taehyun reprimands Soobin.

They were sitting around in the stands after playing basketball. Yeonjun had played really well today and felt proud of himself.

“She is warming up to me, I can feel it” Yeonjun tells mostly to himself and smiles.

Soobin and Taehyun look at each other and sighs. If being deluded helped Yeonjun play better then they were not going to be the one’s to break it to him.

-.-

“Jin, this is too much, I can’t accept this” you tell him. In addition to your wages Jin had given you a bonus of thirty dollars and around four containers of food. He had made sure to hand it over to you only after the other employees had left. You were one of the youngest out of all of them and they usually had a soft spot for you which you knew would disappear if they came to know of Jin’s partiality.

“Ah just take it. It’s because you work harder than anyone else here” Jin insists pushing the containers onto your hands. In his eyes you were still the kid who had stood defiantly in front of his Diner asking for a job.

He had all the staffs he needed but looking at the hunger evident in your frame and the determination in your eyes, he didn’t feel like saying no to you. He also considered you his luck, because after taking you in, the Diner had prospered with customers and travellers coming in from different parts of the city.

“You know that’s a lie” you mutter at him.

“Just take it already, you can pay me back by working this weekend alright” Jin tells you.

“Why? What happened to Beomgyu?” You ask him curiously.

“He is going back to his hometown, hasn’t visited his parents in over six months now” Jin tells you.

You consider this. One weekend wouldn’t cover the help he has given you but you knew Jin wouldn’t let you work anymore than you already do.

“Okay” you tell him softly and Jin grins at you, ruffling your hair.

“Have you heard from her yet?” Jin asks you cautiously and your mood sours immediately.

“No” and that’s all you say before thanking him again and taking two containers in each hand and walking out of the Diner.

Jin watches your retreating form feeling sad for you. You hold yourself like nothing could ever get to you but at the end of the day you were just a kid, alone in the world.

-.-

Yeonjun pushes the candy bar towards you during class and you look up at him.

“For yesterday” he says smiling at you.

You regard him with a neutral expression. His new goggles hang around his neck and his fingers fidget against his legs as he looks at you nervously.

“It was not a big deal” you say picking up the candy bar and putting it in your pocket.

Yeonjun smiles at you again and you look down back at your notes.

“Hey um could you, you know maybe lent me your English notes?” Yeonjun asks you again. It had taken him a lot of courage to bring this up to you. He really needed to improve his grade in English and you were one of the best students in that class. Also, it would give him more of an opportunity to talk to you.

“Why? You can ask your friends” you reply curtly. You didn’t know what about him made ticked you off but something about the way he sauntered around like he owned the place irked you. Having confidence was one thing but he acted like he was above everyone else.

“Uh… I heard you make really good notes I’m struggling quite a bit in that class and your notes could really help me out” Yeonjun tells you. “Please” he adds.

“What’s the point of having my notes if you don’t understand what’s happening in class?” You ask him.

“Uh…” he trails off and Mr. Jung enters the classroom cutting off whatever Yeonjun was about to say.

-.-

The class had been extra brutal today. Mr. Jung asked many questions and you barely scrapped by. Ryujin received detention along with Karina and a few others. You looked at her and she grinned back at you and you fought back your smile. Love makes you crazy you think to yourself.

“So um I’ve thought about it and could you like maybe tutor me or something?” Yeonjun asks you.

You huff out a small laugh “And why would I do that?” Typical of him, assuming girls to jump at every chance to hang out with the famous Yeonjun.

“I could pay you for it” He tells you and you look at him. That has your attention.

Yeonjun seems motivated now “Yeah uh I can pay you for tutoring me”

“How much?” You ask him.

“Around twenty for an hour?” He tells you.

You bite your lip, thinking hard. It was a different matter now if money was involved but you couldn’t help but think that Yeonjun was hiding something from you. He could ask anyone else to tutor him and some of them might even do it for free so why you?

“Why me though?” You question walking out of class as Yeonjun falls into step beside you.

“Because you are the best in that class and I really need the help” he tells you.

You look over at him. He sounds sincere enough to you. You open your locker picking out books for your next class and Yeonjun leans against the other trying to catch your eyes.

“I’ll think about it” you tell him. This was way too sudden for you. You had barely one conversation with him and he wants you to tutor him ?

“Excellent” he grins at you as the bell rings signalling the end of your break.

-.-

“Having her tutor you is not the same as asking her to prom” Soobin tells Yeonjun.

“I know but I want her to know me better so that she would atleast consider the prospect before rejecting me without a second thought” Yeonjun huffs out.

They were hanging out at the cafeteria waiting for Taehyun to arrive and Yeonjun had told Soobin about his master plan.

“Besides I really need all the help i can get in English. I’m barely scrapping by” Yeonjun adds.

“I don’t think she is that dumb to not figure out you have something else on your mind” Soobin tells him.

“You make it sound as though I’m trying to get her to do drugs or something” Yeonjun replies growing irritated by Soobins pessimism. “And she hasn’t agreed, she told me she will think about it”

“Uhh I have a good/bad feeling about this” Soobin tells him.

-.-

“Y/N, just do it” Ryujin tells you. “He is willing to pay and you need the help” she adds not unkindly.

Ryujin is more of family to you than a friend. You had grown up together and while your other “friends” left you, when they grew older to realise your situation, Ryujin stuck by your side. She couldn’t care less about whether you were rich or popular or not and kind of accepted you and your situation like it was the most normal thing.

You sigh.

“Why me ? We barely even talk in class” You ask again for the hundredth time.

“Maybe because you are one of the top students in that class? Has that ever occurred to you?” Ryujin asks you.

“Uhuh… but i feel like he has some ulterior motive” you reply, still not convinced.

“If he does anything you can stop tutoring him” Ryujin shrugs her shoulders.

“Still… why me?” you ask again

“Godd Y/N, just take it or drop it. Geez” Ryujin finally explodes.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry” you tell her and Ryujin calms down.

-.-

It’s evening by the time you reach home, after work. You open the door to your home, well if it could be even called a home. It’s basically a studio with one bedroom in a small neighbourhood with a couple of other homes sitting right next to each other.

You take a look at your rations. Its running a little low on rice and oil but with Jin’s help you could survive. You have to save up for the winter if you wish to have the heater running at night.

Money was your main problem. The scholarship and government aid helped to pay for your school and your part time jobs and the allowance She sent made sure that you wouldn’t starve and the bills were paid. Still it was never enough for you to slow down and live like the rest of the kids at school, the worry of running out of it always in the back of your mind. College was another looming issue in your life.

Of course She played a big part in it but you rarely let yourself think of her. The pain was too much to handle. You wondered when she would make her next appearance.

You needed to take up the tutoring job. It would give you a small respite. Sighing, you lie down on your bed and something hard pokes you. Remembering Yeonjun’s candy bar, you take it out and take a bite out of it, the sweetness calming your body. Staring up at the ceiling your eyes land on the butterfly sticker she had put up for you when you were a child and you try to ease the pain that flares in your heart.

Mothers don’t just abandon their children.

-.-

The English test results were out. The teacher hands over your papers and you look over at Yeonjun. He holds up his paper and you can slightly make out the C on his paper. You look down at your A+, making up your mind.

“I’ll do it” you tell Yeonjun after class. “On Tuesdays and Thursdays, alright?”

“Yeah?” Yeonjun grins at you. “Thank you” he adds.

You nod your head before picking up your stuff and heading out to the hallway unaware of how happy Yeonjun is.

“Wait” Yeonjun calls out and you turn around to see him walk up to you.

“Where will we be studying?” He asks you.

You think for a minute. His house would be the reasonable option, but then there would be his parents and undoubtedly they’d ask you questions about your own. You’ve had enough of concerned adults in your life. They worry and fret initially and then grow tired of you after a while.

“My place” you tell him.

“Alright, but I don’t know where you live” he tells you.

“That’s not a problem. We will be going after class, you can come with me” you tell him.

“Okayy” he drawls out still smiling at you.

“Is that all?” You deadpan.

“Thank you” he tells you grabbing your hand and shaking it, taking you by surprise.

Across the hallway Soobin nearly dies from cringe watching his friends actions.

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🎧that’s the end of part 1, i hope you all liked this one and if you did please leave a like and reblog this fic it helps me out a lot xoxo🎧

[sapphire-writes]

Idk if requests are still open, but if so...i have an idea that won't leave me alone: after being declared the 'realm's jewel', rhaenyra's daughter must travel to Kingslanding since Vyseris has requested a portrait of her. Cue her having to sit still for hours on end, which Aemond takes advantage of to engage in a duel of wits (I love me some banter and you always do it so well) and throughout the weeks their little squirmishes turn into something more. I just have the constant idea of her painting showing her with a mischievous glint in her eye and smile (almost like having a secret). Aemond of course is totally unaffected by her...totally...not a chance that he's falling in love with her. Wait, why is he secretly securing himself a miniature of the painting?

Portrait of a Lady in Love ~ Aemond x Niece!Reader

word count: 0.9k warnings: none! just fluffy banter! 💖 note: hope you enjoy! I didn't add the taglist to this request, might stop using it for requests? I think I may reblog later with HOTD taglist in case you miss it!

The journey to King’s Landing was a pleasant one. It was always a treat, to fly across the bay of the Blackwater atop your dragon. Watching as her wings dipped to skim the waters, sending salty spray flying and laughter to pour from your lips. 

Soon, the towers of the Red Keep became visible, and Dragonstone was a distant memory. King’s Landing, the place of your childhood, welcomed you home once again. 

You dismount your dragon at the Dragonpit, and she cries eagerly, happy to be reunited with Dreamfyre. You leave her there and proceed to the castle.

“My king,” you call when you enter his chambers. 

King Viserys’ condition has worsened since you were small, and he struggles to turn his head toward you.

“My darling jewel,” he says softly smiling, revealing several missing teeth, “Issa jorrāelagon.”

“I am here, grandsire,” you tell him, sitting on the bed and taking his withered hand in your own.

How it pains you, seeing him like this. Knowing your mother worries about him so often sends a pain piercing through your heart. 

“How lovely you are,” he tells you through shaky breaths.

The room smells like death, it hangs in the air like cobwebs unable to be ignored.

“I have only just arrived,” you tell him, “I must look disgraceful coming from dragonback.”

“You must rest,” he insists, patting your hand. You hold onto him tightly.

“I must stay with you,” you tell him, forcing a smile.

You stay by his bedside until the sun sinks low in the sky and Queen Alicent comes to escort you to your chambers. You’re missed supper and shall have some delivered to your quarters. 

The artist has you seated below the Iron Throne. Several flowers have been draped across you, and spill down the steps, twirling through the swords that are melted to the floor. 

Aemond walks in, expecting supper, and finds you instead pretty and posed in the golden afternoon light. 

“Is there to be a feast?” you ask, trying not to move your lips as you speak.

“There was,” Aemond answers, glancing around the room, “the king suggested it, to celebrate your arrival.” 

You do not answer, trying to stay perfectly still. Aemond walks away to the side of the room. 

“Perhaps they’ve forgotten,” Aemond tells you.

“Perhaps they have.”

His eye flickers to where you sit, chin tilted toward the sky. The Iron Throne frames your head as though a crown. Your dark eyes move toward him, a slight smile on your face, revealing your jest. 

Aemond clicks his tongue.

“Did he suggest the color?” 

“Grandsire?”

“Your grandsire, not mine,” Aemond corrects.

“He did,” you confirm, lips barely moving, “he quite adores me in red.”

“The realm’s ruby then,” Aemond comments, referring to your grandsire’s pet name for you. 

“Would you prefer another?”

The comment is tantalizing. Aemond cocks his head at you. You’d heard the rumors of course, of the jewel that lies behind the patch he wears at court. 

“Perhaps emerald,” he says suddenly. 

“Hmm.”

“Not what you were expecting?” he asks. 

“Emeralds are lovely.”

“You sound displeased,” Aemond probes.

Your mouth twitches into the familiar smirk, as though you are guarding a secret.

“Of course not, my prince. 

The days sitting posed are long, and your muscles ache from sitting so straight. The artist has promised it should take a week, and two days have passed already. Though the hours pass quicker when Aemond makes an appearance. 

“It truly is magnificent,” Aemond murmurs, as the artist applies finishing touches to the piece. 

“Is it?” you call from across the room.

“Well, you’ve ruined it now. Your chin is all wrong.”

“Ha ha,” you tell him, but you blush scarlet at the jest.

“Careful princess,” Aemond says, watching you, “he’ll have to add some color to your cheeks if you continue like that.”

“I am hot, tis all.”

“Would a break please you, princess?” the artist says, flexing his fingers, and dropping the brush on the canvas. 

“That would be lovely,” you tell him, letting your shoulders relax. 

Aemond walks over to you, offering his hand. You graciously accept, wincing as you rise. 

“Are you hurt?” Aemond asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Just stiff, tis all,” you tell him, clinging to his arm, “I should stretch my legs I suppose.”

“Allow me,” Aemond says, escorting you from the hall, “some fresh air will do you good.”

Aemond often accompanied you after that, spending time in the great hall while you posed, taking time to escort you through the gardens to stretch your legs. He found himself dreading the day when the portrait was finished. 

The day came sooner than expected.

“It is lovely,” you tell the artist, admiring the portrait.

It feels rather strange to see a version of yourself smiling back, a subtle smirk on your face, a glint in your eye.

“Grandsire shall adore it,” you tell the artist, depositing a full purse of coins in his hand. 

“And for you betrothed,” he says suddenly, handing you a small frame.

Your face creases in confusion.

“My betrothed?” you ask confused.

“Yes, Prince Aemond wished for a copy. For himself,” the artist tells you.

You hold the picture in your hand, lips parting in shock. 

“He wished for a portrait of me? To keep?” you ask, and the artist nods. 

Your cheeks bloom with color, matching that of the lady that sits in the portrait. You are one in the same after all. 

“What are you calling it?” you ask him.

The artist smiles, as though he was waiting for the question.

“Portrait of a Lady in Love.”

note: hope you enjoyed it!

[vampyier]

🗒️ Who even is that guy ?

social media au | Scaramouche x reader

synopsis - you who had just recently transferred from St Freya High to Teyvat High School , while moving into your new house you went to explore the area and saw a glimpse of a random guy you found attractive , despite not even knowing how he fully looked like you started to grow feeling for the cute stranger. after that you immediately informed your friends from St Freya and talked to them about him. soon later your friend fischl who you had met in St Freya due to her attending two semesters there before adds you to a group chat with her friends that also go to the same highschool as her ( Teyvat High ) to try to know more people from the school you were about to transfer to. on the first day you were running late to one of your classes , the teacher excused you due to being a new student she then introduced you to the class she showed you your new seat in the classroom , she told you to sit beside Scaramouche , he starts to bicker with you and always competing with you always trying to get a higher grade than you always bragging about it , this causes you to become annoyed with his presence and everything about him but still tries everything in your power to do better than him on projects , tests , and assignments . but then the teacher had assigned a partner project due before winter break , and due to your luck you had not know anyone else in that class other than Scaramouche and since everyone was already partnering with eachother you gathered up the courage to ask for Scaramouche , for the next couple of days you didn’t mention it was him that you had to deal with but was complaining about a certain someone (you had also been complaining and updating your friends at St Freya about how it was was at Teyvat High ) mona asked who you were talking about and when you mentioned you were talking about Scaramouche she gave you a info dump about him and some personal things about him. the next day you had overheard his friend teasing him for calling you cute , after what mona had told you about Scaramouche and his friend teasing him for calling you cute , you start to question some things about him and started to think he was the guy she had saw when she moved to the area and started crushing on.

“Wait who even is that guy??”

genre - academic rivals to lovers , high school senior setting , crack

status - ongoing, started 7/25/2023

warnings - swearing , kys / kms jokes , time stamps might be off , links might be messed up idk , idk what i’m doing lmao

ships - mei x kiana , seele x bronya , fischl x mona , ganyu x keqing

taglist - open ‼︎ ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

“(name) please take your seat next to Scaramouche”

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sorry if this is bad lmao

also i apologize if like (name)’s aesthetic is more feminine and girly 😭😭

[husbandhoshi]

omg wishing you all the best, you can do it 🫶🏼

im not really sure if i'll have a break or not?? but if i do, it might be a short one or maybe a longer one this time? idk really 😭 i guess i'll have to see when the time comes.

yeah haha tysm!! this is like the longest fic i've written so i'm really proud ^^ thank you hehe do you like want me to add you to the taglist for it??

i've been looking forward to write the more soft and fluffy parts but im also excited to write the ending part which im hoping to incorporate a few twists or suprises maybe if i can manage to write it well. honestly this first draft is just like a dump of all the thoughts and ideas so it needs a good fine tuning and polishing later lol. but im excited to bring this to life and share it soon hopefully 🤞🏽

omg i lowkey like writing action and fighting scenes ajsjd i did a lot of that with my mingyu spy fic and i found it fun. i think i actually struggle a bit more with writing the romance bits 😭

i hope u get a break soon! or at least some clarity about your schedule 😭 honestly i’m the type of person that needs something to look forward to so all of the uncertainty would drive me crazy 😭

and sure!!!! it sounds like you’re having a lot of fun with it 🥹 coming up with a twist ending is crazy!! tbh i can barely come up with REGULAR endings so i gotta commend u for that! and action scenes are so hard to write for me so i’m excited to see what you came up w :’) honestly with all the plot going on i would also find it tough to do the romance bits so best of luck w that but it honestly seems like you’ve got things on lock and i can’t wait to read!

[darklyndivinely]

The Brothers react to your sudden demise

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Character(s) - The Demon Brothers (-Mammon, Belphie)

Summary - Headcannons about how The Brothers would react to finding out about your death.

Warnings - ANGST, sad!Bois, mentions of death, mentions of kissing (Satan, Asmo), mentions of sex and related activities (Asmo), most of them don't know how to cope healthily.

Wordcount - 3.5k+

A/N - This has been in the work for ages. Unfortunately, I could not write Mammon and Belphie even though I had ideas for them. Also idk why Beel's is so short, it just feels like there's nothing more to add. This time Levi's is the best, haha.

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Premise - Diavolo steeples his fingers together. The atmosphere of the Council Meeting Room is palpable with tension. Finally, after a deep breath, the prince says, "Mc is dead... They died from a sudden heart attack and were discovered a couple hours ago in their apartment."

LUCIFER, AVATAR OF PRIDE

Lucifer is distressed beyond belief. Playing in front of his eyes is his worst nightmare, the dread of a reality he had been steadily gathering his courage for. Suddenly, it’s not a moment of dire anticipation swirling through his mind nor is it contemplation of a reaction he might have in the future. This is the future. You are dead, and Lucifer doesn’t know whether to scream or sob. 

The council meeting room has become blanketed by silence following Diavolo’s words. None of his brothers seem forthcoming to break it, eyes hooded over with fierce emotions, and so Lucifer stifles the tremor in his bones. His voice, as he demands more information, quivers on its way out.

All he wants at that moment is for Diavolo to laugh in his signature boisterous way, clap a hand on his shoulder, and say how this was nothing but part of an elaborate prank. But the Demon Prince, to his deep disappointment, doesn’t laugh or show any signs of amusement at his suffering, and instead offers him details that only twist the knife lodged in his heart deeper.

Lucifer's eyes gravitate to Barbatos' then, seeking confirmation or comfort, he doesn’t know. What he does know is he shouldn't, he really shouldn’t, but as the butler displays a breath of hesitation before firmly shaking his head, he can’t help but latch onto that brief moment of uncertainty.

The next day, having freshened up to the best of his abilities, he reaches out to Barbatos. A couple of hours of rephrasing his questions enough times irritates the butler into submission, and he receives the wretched answer he’d been so craving. The one and only timeline in which you’ll still be alive and breathing was the one where you never discovered Devildom, where he didn’t sign his approval on your application, where he didn’t live out all those blissful years with you at all. 

Lucifer feels his teetering balance tip. Did he possess enough strength to grant you life but watch you thrive from afar, blissfully unaware of his existence? Was he resilient enough to watch you fall in love with a stranger and hold himself back to allow you that simple shred of happiness? The answer is simple and yet the most impractical course to exist, so Lucifer accepts the soft hug he receives from Barbatos.

Later that night, back against his cool headboard, lower half cocooned in his blankets, he clasps in his fingers a polaroid of you. With the human realm’s sun shining directly in your face, your eyes were scrunched in this frozen piece of bliss, lips tilted in an amused grimace. Against the bright green backdrop of the vibrant grass and shadows spread at your feet—both his and yours—you were ethereal, the most candid he’ll ever experience you as. 

He cradles his shattering heart in the embrace of your warm memory then, forfeiting his being to the anguish knocking at the door of his soul. It bursts in, rushing through his veins with a frenzy, consuming his senses like liquid fire, and tumbling out of his lips in a bloody stream of misery.

How long he fists the sheets on his bed, Lucifer doesn’t know. Grief comes alive in his eyes, fades into anger, and then, sometime after, revisits again. Only this time, when pain sears his body apart, he doesn’t resist, doesn’t scream or sob or cry or even think. 

Muffled steps stop before his door at some point. The person doesn't knock though so Lucifer burrows deeper into his cave of exhaustion. As his body succumbs to slumber, he manages to catch sight of a crow settling on his windowsill. He doesn’t send it away.

The next morning, Lucifer pulls his cape over his shoulder with hollow movements, missing the hands that used to run over the lapels and loop around his nape. The breakfast table lacks its eighth set of cutlery, the sight of the vacant chair adjacent to him plucking ruthlessly at the strings of his heart. The first sip of his coffee is starkly normal on his tongue, no bitterness, no edge of cinnamon, no one to thank and appreciate.

Once upon a time, ‘normal’ had been an actuality that he had yearned for. Now, the same word is an incredibly sour thought to him, a harbinger of torment and darkness. You, who he had once considered ruthlessly far from normal, had captured his heart in a vice grip of adoration by that exact unpredictability of yours. You were the most strange, vivid, and beautiful thing to happen to him. The absence of you is, consequently, the most desolating occurence in his life.

The bottle of Demonus Lucifer touches to his lips is freezing, sweet poison popping across his tongue in bubbles of inebriation. Classical notes fade in and out of his hearing, the music a bit too loud to be considered appropriate for nighttime. He begs then, mind hazy with inconsolable longing, desperation solidifying in his eyes once again. His hands reach out, yearning, and graze over the seat you used to once occupy, the covered glass he kept for you to peruse is a bit askew atop his table, the dark skull in his office that you used to admire raking cold claws of uneasiness down his spine. 

What would you do if you saw him now? Would you chide him for the liquor that lingers on his lips or would you join in and raise a somber toast? Will your glass as it clinks with his bottle make any sound? Or will it, instead, be a faded ring of your laugh that loses its intensity every passing second? 

Lucifer raises the alcohol to his lips again. All that was warm is now cold. But the cold must wait before its descent, for he is not ready for battle yet.

LEVIATHAN, AVATAR OF ENVY

Levi is in disbelief.  An incessant buzz rings in his ears, denial bubbling out of his throat in a hurry. Nonsense! How could you be dead when he had talked with you just this morning? Diavolo assures him that they have double-checked—you were dead. Levi shoots out of his seat then. He’ll call you; you’ll pick up, laugh at how ridiculous Diavolo was being, and reassure him of your sentience by gently calling his name through the speakers. 

His heart thuds shakily in his chest when the line doesn’t connect. He persists through the agitating rings when finally, finally you pick up. The voice that greets him though, is vastly different than yours. Stumped, Levi tells them how he was hoping to contact you. The voice is slow as it informs him: you had a heart attack this afternoon. There was going to be a funeral soon, if he wished to attend, he was welcome. He thanks them softly, disconnecting the call and turning to avoid the concerned eyes trained on his skin.

You were dead...but how? How could you—fierce and strong, and so, so brave—die? Death didn’t seem to be a concept that rhymed with you, and yet, the grief streaked through the faces around in sharp waves. 

“How do you feel?” Mammon asks during a weekly gaming session. For once, Levi doesn’t shush him and tell him to focus; instead, he tries to come up with an answer.

How did he feel? Like his world had darkened at its edges, peace blurring out of existence. The clock in his room has become nothing but a showpiece; his days have started to replicate the journey of the needles, starting and ending the same way. He felt trivial in his existence, unimportant, insignificant; an ink smudge in a sea of pages bound together, nothing more than a drop in comparison. He feels too much. And yet, words fall short, drying on their journey to his lips. There’s so much to say, so Levi stays quiet.

He’s uncertain about the exact moment when he fully braced the full weight of your death. Maybe it was when he had blearily opened his closet one morning and the cosplay costume he had helped you stitch had spilled into his arms. Perhaps it happened when he had been searching for one of his noise-cancelling headphones and had instead found a bunch of pictures of you and him together from when you had dragged him to a carnival photo booth.

Levi has never experienced drowning; water is his main source of power after all. But now, it feels as if his lungs are on fire, ears throbbing in the sea of grief he can’t seem to reach the surface of. The breath he so desperately tries to hold onto soon bubbles into sour water that turns his skin translucent. The glass tank around him has shattered into a billion pieces, all reflecting his numb and broken face and they digdigdig into his heart, deeper and deeper until they pass through and he is left motionless with blood colouring his surroundings and seeping in through his clothes and his exhausted body and back into his heart. Levi thinks he’s screaming, or maybe there are screams in his ears, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know.

Where did you go? Levi wonders at night, the blink of his gaming console shading his face blue. Why did you go? Could you not have stayed with him for a day longer? He wanted to tell you how much he enjoyed the song you had sent him. The music video of it was so beautiful and ethereal. And he still hadn’t gotten around to watching that trilogy you had recommended. He wanted to watch it with you. He wanted you to tell him every little trivia you knew about it. He wanted to see you excitedly explain theories and try to swallow any spoilers for his benefit. He wanted to see you again, touch you again, and feel you trace his tail again. Where had you gone?

He’s crashing through walls of memories, screaming and aching and yearning for anything of you. There’s an unfurling seed of desperation in his chest that spreadsspreadsspreads through his veins, and sets his blood alight with the need to be close to you. You can no longer reserve your most wholesome smile for him, the twinkle in your eye as you call his name just before you pull a prank on him having gone missing. He can longer be close to you physically, but he still can feel you emotionally. 

And so Levi reaches out to you in his memories. He holds you in his arms and spins you around merrily. He remembers every tidbit of yourself you ever gifted him: phrases of songs you used to hum in the shower, show recommendations given to him over the breakfast table, brand names you had claimed to be your favourite and used. Everything that had brought a smile to your face starts to bring one on his as well. This is a part of you that he has found—many of which are parts you had endowed onto him and him alone.

There are so many things you had loved that he had been unable to, so many memories that he was supposed to have with you, but no more. He’ll live your share of the happiness too, for when he finally meets you again—in this lifetime or the one after—he will tell you all that you have missed. He will tell you how you are and will always be his Henry.

SATAN, AVATAR OF WRATH

Satan doesn’t know how to handle the emotions that rain down on him with Diavolo’s words. His mind feels stuffed with cotton, the tips of his fingers cold with disbelief, and the stark taste of blood on his tongue is fresh and raw. He thinks he says something to Diavolo then, but two days later he has no memory of the words. He has no remembrance of anything besides you.

Satan finds himself tracing the bookshelves in his room. His heart is subdued in his chest, quivering feelings caged inside. He fingers free a familiar book, flipping through the pages yearningly. The book is a most colorful sight, marked with an assortment of highlighters and the familiar imprints of your scent. There are tiny sentences nestled in between paragraphs, so much like words of love and reassurance you used to whisper in his hairline during the truly dark hours, and Satan wonders for the umpteenth time if this was your way of crawling inside his soul and immortalizing yourself. He traces a winky face etched at one of the corners, the full weight of your love cradled between his arms crashing through his being. His knees give way under him, body collapsing onto the ground as heaving sobs rip through his throat.

Forever; such a lie it was. All the soft flutters of it from your lips had fooled him; fooled him into grand delusions; fooled him into saying it back. He had believed that delusion to be reality, taken for granted the touch of your lips on his, and now forever had slipped from between his fingers. His hands had been emptied just like the other side of his bed.

Satan screams then, at the memories throbbing in him like spikes of hot emotion. He rages at the moon that had dulled without your warmth at his side, at the pulsing silence of the library that had become devoid of your breath, at death that had snatched your life away. The white hot pain is unfamiliar but it’s full of meaning, composed of nothing but you, so Satan reaches out to it. He savors the smoke that curls from his burning flesh, the needles that prick his body and draw out his life force. So what if you had lost yours? He’ll gladly share his own life with you. He’ll gladly surrender every second of his existence to you.

Satan knows it’s stupid, cradling the pain like it was you instead. But emotion had never been his forte, and by default, neither had been you. So for once Satan lets himself be stupid, lets his wrath and his pain accompany him as he ventures with you in memories.

The air of House of Lamentation has become charged with cautiousness ever since your demise. Everyone has started treading on eggshells, carefully phrasing their words when trying to initiate communication with the fifth born. Satan shouldn’t, but he feels a twisted satisfaction at their discomfort. The sight of their stuttering tongues and fidgety eyes brings him a pleasure compared to none. He had let loose of the frayed strings of control, had let them fall far, far beyond his reach. He had stopped pretending and everyone hated it. In moments when he feels other’s despair at his behavior, his thoughts of you renew with fervor. You, who had never looked at him differently for his wrath, who had always gripped his arm silently and offered comfort in trying times; you who had loved him and who he had loved in return. You, who had made even his wrath, fall in love with you.

Satan knows the right word for it: defense mechanism. He knows this is nothing but a way to cope with the loss he has endured and yet he can’t bring himself to care. Each passing day, the anchor to his emotions weakens in its hold as his actions blur into a façade and reshape themselves into another hastily conjured illusion. The clock ticking in his mind is consistent: someday he’ll run out of anger and all of his aching and bleeding flesh would tumble out of him. But fortunately for him, that is a long time to come. When that day does come, Satan will be ready. Ready to embrace the chaos inside of him the way you always had.

ASMODEUS, AVATAR OF LUST

Asmo’s immediate reaction is numbness. His mind stills, so does his physical body. Distantly he observes Levi shoot out of his seat but Asmo can’t conjure up any energy to mimic his brother. All of his energy seems to have seeped out of his body with the news of your demise. Upon returning to the House of Lamentation he immediately retreats into his room. Nobody catches sight of him for the next couple days. Mammon tries to get him to open the door after Asmo fails to show up for meals for a full day, but he gives up when it’s clear that his brother has no intention of picking the food he had left outside.

When Asmo does appear, a full five days later, everybody does a double check at the sight. When before Asmo had been soft pinks and tangy greens, he now had switched those colors with treacherous black and ruminating silver. His face had hardened into smooth marble with spikes circling his neck in beautiful constrictions, heels getting deadlier by the day. Your death had both awakened and subdued something in him.

One morning, when Satan casually brings up the change in aesthetics, Asmo pauses, twirls his fork around his fingers, and replies without glancing up, “I am mourning, of course.”

He is mourning, that much is true. However, as he sits in the dark of his room, Asmo wonders if his ways are healthy. There are so many feelings in his chest that he had never expressed to you. Everything around him: his room, his closet, the dining table, the garden, all of it so familiar was now painted with memories of you. A part of him yearns to run. Escape from the ghost of your hand that lingers on his cheek, the color of your eyes that haunts his mind, the taste of your lips, and the cozy fit of his face against your shoulder that never leaves him be.

Everything hurts. And some days, Asmo gives in to that yearning. Let the succubus’ clinging to him run their hands over his hips because did it really matter if those hands weren’t yours? At least this way he could pretend. Pretend that the voice moaning his name is yours, that the fingers that scrape against his scalp are familiar. At least this way he can pretend that you hadn’t scooped his soul hollow with your death, that he hadn’t lost all sense of direction when you had taken your last breath.

There’s another part of him too. A part that doesn’t want to let you go, that wants to cling to the shadow of your memory and carve your name on the insides of his soul. On days he succumbs to this part of his being, Asmo welcomes the phantom touch of your gaze on his. He goes to The Fall, a club you both had frequented and orders the drinks you had. He twirls in the spot you had liked, breathlessly sings along to the music like you had, and dances and dances.

Dances till his vision swims with vivid memories and pain becomes his enemy; it’s a constant company, a relentless reminder that he is alive and breathing while you aren’t. You weren’t dancing with him or holding hands or laughing or doing anything but lying dead somewhere so, so far away. He was so dumb for letting you return to that wretched human realm by yourself. He should have been there with you but he wasn’t.

Instead, he is here, wrecked and inebriated, trying to pretend that his world hasn’t slipped off his axis; trying to pretend that he isn’t completely and utterly shattered with you gone.

BEELZEBUB, AVATAR OF GLUTTONY

Beel is heartbroken. Two days ago when you had called him, you had sounded like you always did: excited, radiant and full of life. You had found a delicious velvet cake, you’d told him and had proceeded to describe the taste in such exquisite detail, Beel had to run to Madam Screams to satisfy his sudden craving. The news that you had succumbed to death barely forty-eight hours after he had talked with you was agonizing to hear.

The weight in his chest seems lighter when Belphie is beside him. His twin is calming, can voicelessly feel his turmoil, and always offers an unassuming reprieve to his raw and aching heart. In the familiar attic with the warmth of his brother beside him it’s easy to pretend of your inexistence. When Belphie’s eyes fall shut, however, is when the true weight of your demise dawns upon Beel. No longer sheltered within a façade, he finds himself stranded at the center of a storm, icy memories of your infectious laughter and the glide of your fingers along his flesh whipping his skin raw.

Beel is caught in a tornado of heartache, tumbling out of the past and into a future devoid of your light. The ache of the fall is eternal, thawing through his insides in strikes of relentless agony and sorrow. He tries to adhere to his routine to distract himself then, aiming to not miss any of his Fangol practices. It provides another reprieve: the adrenaline thrumming through his blood, the brief but welcome shot of happiness that accompanies their win.

When the match ends Beel changes out of his sweaty clothes and starts towards the bleachers, lips parted with a breathy grin and body flushed with excitement, but stills halfway, freezing realization creeping through his heart: You weren’t going to be there. Yet his feet pull him over to the benches, to the vacant seat you once occupied. Beel doesn’t know why he sits there, or how long. He just sits, hands resting on the metal arms and tries to see the Devildom moon the way you must have seen it. Maybe if he touches this seat long enough, he’ll be able to identify all the places your fingers had grazed it. Maybe if he thinks about you enough then he’ll have something more than just a past with you.

You were gone and had left your inevitable mark on Beel. His hunger which used to be a means to extinguish the ravenous fire in his stomach has now become a way to fill the chasm that has hollowed his soul neatly through the middle. It is the only healthy way for him to cope with the excruciating pain that throbs through his being every time a whisper of name stumbles upon him.

Guilt plagues his heart then, just like you haunt his soul. Isn’t this emptiness all he has left of you? Isn’t the hollow carving in his heart a sentient reminder of how much you had meant to him? He shouldn’t try to subdue this pain that makes him feel so alive; a pain that feels like his soul has merged with yours.

Was this what you had felt when you had died? Because if so, Beel would gladly claim this pain as his own. He would gladly draw the blood from his body if it meant he could be closer to yours.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Guitar Man pt 2 | Steve Binder x fem!reader

You and Steve go on your first date, and deal with being an official item on set.

a/n: I’ve discovered I love writing for Steve so, so much y’all, Dacre really did something here. (This has been unfinished in my docs since August, y'all. Oops :/ Honestly, idk where to take it from the point I’ve got it at now, but if y'all have any suggestions after reading, I'd love to hear them!)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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“Hold still!” Priscilla reminds you as she drags the eyeliner pencil along your lashline.

“I am!” you whine, looking up as she moves to line your lower lid. “I’m just nervous.”

“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried about, Y/N,” she assures you, stepping back to assess her work, “Steve is absolutely head over heels for you, and you two are already friends, right? You’ve already gotten to know each other, the hard part’s done!”

“Yeah we’re friends,” you reach over to apply your favorite red lipstick, and continue “but we’ve only really talked at work. I’ve never seen him outside the studio, what if it’s completely different?”

Priscilla’s reply of “How many times do I have to tell you, you two are already such good friends, not to mention you’re both absolutely head over heels for each other! The conversation will flow naturally, I promise,” is muffled as you step over to the closet to pick out an outfit. You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard, but you don't want to veer too casual, either…

Your train of thought is interrupted as Priscilla reaches past you and yanks out a gorgeous deep red minidress. “This one,” she declares, thrusting it into your arms.

“Cilla, I haven’t worn this in forever!” you protest. You could barely remember why you packed it in the first place. “Won’t this be a little much?” 

She waves off your concern, “Of course not! You’re gonna look gorgeous,” she assures you as she shoves you back into the bathroom to change.

You step out a few minutes later, nervously tugging at the hem. “You’re sure this isn’t too much, Cilla?”

Priscilla’s jaw drops as you step into her line of sight, “Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous!! Steve won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” she squeals.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and Lucy calls through it excitedly, “Steve’s here! He’s in the lobby!”

A wave of nerves washes over you, and Priscilla takes your hands to steady you, “Hey, you got this, alright? Don’t overthink it, it’s just Steve.”

You take a deep breath, nodding, “Right. I got this.” You squeeze her hands gratefully, “Thank you, Cilla.”

“Anytime, honey,” she beams. “Now,” she leads you out towards the elevator, pressing your clutch into your hands, “have fun!”

You give her one last wave as the elevator doors close, and step out into the gilded lobby a few moments later. 

You fidget with the simple gold pendant at your throat, scanning the room for any sign of Steve. Eventually you spot him, seated in a velvet armchair in a corner, and make your way over. You’re about halfway there when he turns and spots you, his jaw dropping as he stands and walks over to meet you.

“Hi,” you say, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“Hi,” he replies, his eyes raking up and down your body, taking in the dress hugging your curves in all the right places, “You look— um— wow.”

“Thank you,” you giggle at his reaction, your nervous smile melting into a softer, more genuine one. “I was afraid it might be a bit much,” you confess.

He shakes his head as he takes your hand and begins leading you out to the parking lot, “Trust me, you look absolutely stunning,” he says softly, never once taking his eyes off you.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you attempt to deflect his attention. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile, taking in the dark blue suit he was wearing, accented by a white ascot.

“Well thank you,” he chuckles as you come up to a white Mustang. He steps forward and opens the passenger door for you, gesturing politely, “Milady.”

“Why thank you, my good sir,” you tease as you slide in, and he closes the door behind you. 

The drive to the restaurant is a short one, but even so, you feel all your nervousness and anxiety melt away as the two of you converse easily, trading jokes and stories.

The ease you feel continues throughout the night, and it almost feels as though the two of you are simply having another one of your talks during a break in rehearsals. Sure, you’re in a candlelit restaurant and not a stuffy studio, but you’re absolutely positive that you’d be able to talk with him about anything, anywhere.

Eventually, the conversation turns to how the two of you grew up. 

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this,” Steve begins, “but how did you get into dancing in the first place?”

“Well, it started when my parents signed me up for ballet classes when I was a kid,” you explain. “It started off as a way for me to make friends, because I was so shy, but then I just fell in love with it. Even after the friends I’d made there originally stopped doing it, I kept going. And I decided I never wanted to stop, so I made it my job.” You end with a laugh, glancing up to gauge his reaction. 

Steve is looking at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on his face, as if he’s seeing you for the first time, and you feel your cheeks flush under his attention.

“What?” you question, hoping your flushed face isn’t too noticeable.

“Nothing, I just…” he shakes his head, the softness in his eyes remaining constant, “I really love hearing you talk about dancing. You light up, it’s like… you make me love it as much as you do even though I’ve never danced in my life.”

You laugh softly, your heart swelling at the compliment, and there’s a sweet moment of silence between the two of you before you finally speak up again, “So what about you? How did you get into directing?”

He launches into a story about falling in love with movies from a young age, which then turns into a conversation about your favorite movies as children.

Eventually, the two of you are back at your hotel. Steve walks you back to the front doors like the gentleman he is, despite your feeble protests, and pauses by one of the pillars near the entrance.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says softly, eyes shining under the golden light of the hotel.

“I did, too,” you smile, leaning against the pillar to take some of the weight off your heels.

He smiles, drinking in the image of you as comfortable under the light of the hotel as you are under a spotlight in the studio, and leans in to press a sweet, brief kiss to your lips.

You grin against his lips and tangle your fingers in his as he pulls away, preventing him from getting too far. 

He lets you keep him in place with a soft chuckle, and leans in again… 

But stops, so his lips are just barely brushing yours and says, almost sadly, “I should probably get going.”

“Do you have to?” You reply with a mock pout, then shake your head and continue in a more sincere tone, “No, I get it. You’ve probably got lots of work to do. I’ll see you back at the studio, then?” You say softly.

“I’ll see you then,” he nods, and lifts your hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it before releasing you. He heads back to his car as you go back inside the hotel, and just before you enter you see him give one last wave goodbye before driving away.

You wave back, and head back to your room, practically giddy from the events of the night. 

When you get back to your room, Priscilla is all too happy to hear you gush about your date.

“He was so sweet, Cilla, really I— hey, what’s that look for?” you ask, noting the soft, knowing look she’s giving you.

She giggles in response. “Nothin’, just… this,” she gestures to you sprawled across your bed, a wide smile on your face and a happy flush in your cheeks, “is what I was like after my first few dates with Elvis,” she smiles.

You feel your cheeks heat up even more, “Really? I mean, of course you were, but…” you trail off, unsure how to voice the implications of that statement.

She hums affirmatively, then after a moment of hesitation says “I didn’t wanna bring this up before because I wasn’t sure if this’d make you more nervous, but… you know how I was helping you get ready tonight? Elvis was actually doing the same for Steve,” she says softly, then adds teasingly, “And I bet he’s gushing about you to him just like you are to me right now.”

“Oh hush,” you dismiss her teasing statement.

“No, I’m serious! He’s probably all,” she falls into an approximation of Steve’s voice, “‘Gosh, EP, you shoulda seen the dress she was wearing—“

“—I think I was actually speechless when I saw her,” Steve tells Elvis, who’s listening with a smile on his face, “And I swear, talking to her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. We just flow so naturally, you know? And the way she talks about dancing…” he sighs, picturing the way you lit up as you talked about the beginnings of your passion for dance, “I could honestly listen to her talk about it forever.”

Elvis takes in the look on his friend’s face: one remarkably similar, he’s sure, to the one he has when he talks about Cilla. “I’m glad you had a good time, Steve,” he says with a genuine smile, “it sounds like it went really well.”

“Thanks, EP,” Steve replies with a smile, jolting out of his lovesickness just enough to turn his attention to his friend, “I really, really like her.”

“I know you do,” Elvis replies with a chuckle, “and I know she really, really likes you, too. But Steve,” his tone turns serious, “you may be a very good friend of mine, but Y/N’s like a little sister to me, alright? I’ve known her for about 20 years now, and if anything happened to her I…” he trails off, his emotions getting the better of him for the moment, before continuing seriously, “Just… don’t break her heart, alright?”

Steve nods somberly, “Of course, Elvis. I would never do anything intentional to hurt her, I swear. She clearly means a lot to you, and… and she does to me, too.”

“Good,” Elvis nods, and stands to leave, “I’m happy for ya, Steve. See you at the studio tomorrow, loverboy,” he teases before stepping out the door, leaving Steve alone.

You arrive at the studio the next day practically giddy, your mind filled with thoughts of the night before. Some of the girls on your crew come over to ask about how your date went, and where Marie would usually make some snooty comment, she is noticeably absent, which isn’t too much of a surprise; you assume she’s in one of her holier-than-thou, “above all the petty gossip” moods today. Once you’ve satisfied your friends with your explanation— though you’re sure they’ll be back asking more questions in no time— you set about getting ready for the performance. 

As you glance around the set, you spot Steve in the control room, looking extremely focused. There’s a hard set to his jaw and an adorable little furrow in his brow that tells you he’s thinking hard about whatever he’s doing, and dare you say… It's extremely attractive.

Before your thoughts can stray too far down that path, though, you shake yourself, and settle for managing to catch his eye and give him a little wave before taking your place on set. 

Steve, for what it’s worth, does his absolute best to focus on his job at the moment. Really, he does. But how is he supposed to focus when you’re down there looking like that; going through the movements as if they came as naturally to you as breathing, completely in your element… indescribably beautiful, in Steve’s eyes. 

He’s jolted out of his thoughts as something smacks his arm, and he turns to see Bones looking at him with a single raised eyebrow. 

“Quit gawking at your girlfriend, Steve, we’ve got work to do!” 

“I wasn’t—” he protests, then changes the subject entirely at the knowing look on Bones’s face, “Whatever, just pull up two.”

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Haimish Ch. 2 - Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Chapter 2: Ceremonial Occasion

Summary: Some might call your wedding a 'minor desaster', but you considered yourself lucky to share a bond with the youngest Madrigal-triplet. Warnings: Toxic Townsfolk and Family Members, Angst as always, Self-loathing, Mentions of Blood Words: ~3500

Taglist: @hannahnikohl @queenariesofnarnia @ganjababie @diannaey @abandonedmemorys

A/N: Idk this got a little out of hand and is probably way too corny, but well it is what it is.

Masterlist

"Brunito, dear, you have to wake up!"

The poor man was so startled by the voice of his sister that he fell down from the mattress, looking at you with those lost puppy eyes that both amused and endeared you.

"Good morning" both you and Julieta spoke in unison, both rushing to his side to lend him a hand.

You had already been wide awake when she had come to pick you up, and you convinced her to let your fiancé sleep just a bit more, using the time to properly get to know each other.

But now, there was barely any time left.

"Leave Y/N to me!" Julieta winked as she pat your back, leading you down the stairs. "We'll meet at the chapel in one hour. Don't be late!"

One last look at the almost-stranger you'd wed soon, and he disappeared in his cave again, seemingly distraught. Noise drang to your ear as he eagerly rummaged in his room, making you feel a little worried.

"Shouldn't I help-" You reached out for Bruno, but his sister led your glare back down - and the height made you a little dizzy. Maybe they should add some handrails on those stairs... "That's very kind of you, but he'll be fine. I know my brother, he's odd but he can manage."

Downstairs everyone was already participating in preparing for the celebrations, but all of their eyes were stuck on you as soon as you stepped into the room.

Every family member greeted you very friendly, lighting your doubts at least a little - with exception of Alma, who warily eyed your every move, as if to evaluate whether you were truly good enough to be part of this family.

Both of Bruno's sisters had been married already, and they reassured you that Alma was like this with everyone. Not even the family members themselves were an exception when it came to her strict temper and sheer endless endeavour.

And while you were at the topic, Julieta proudly presented you her first child - the perfect little Isabella. Pepa's baby Dolores was born only a few months later, and she was just as adorable.

Right now they were only toddlers, but the matriarch already explained her high expectations in the children - even though their powers will only be revealed in a few years.

Will this be the destiny that awaits your own children as well? It seemed almost a little oppressing...

While being cheerful and happy on the outside - basically a dream family - there was this kind of subtle pressure surrounding the each of them - laying upon their souls like a thin haze.

Well, what do you know about healthy family dynamics, right? Not like you could judge, thinking of your own upbringing.

At least everyone was being nice to you. And it was not your place to speak out of term anyway, especially not on the very first day. Wouldn't want to make Alma hate you already by judging her way of leading this extraordinary bunch of people.

Peppa and Julieta would tend to do your hair and makeup in record time, while Alma insisted you to wear a traditional wedding dress. Not the original, as she told you it had been destroyed together with her old village, but it was a perfect replica of the dress she wore back in her time.

Hearing this and remembering the tales of her past, you almost felt sympathetic with the matriarch. And you wouldn't want to disappoint honoring her home and ancestors.

Time rushed by at an incredible speed while spending time with your new sisters-in-law, singing and joking around until the moment had come.

What you didn't know however was that Bruno was watching you from the shadows, still unsure what kind of person his promised one would be like - and you certainly wouldn't disappoint.

The families held the ceremony in a small circlet of guests - not that anyone of the town would want to witness this either way. There was a rumor going around that whoever associated with Bruno Madrigal in any way would be cursed with bad luck.

On your way, even random strangers would approach you on the street, expressing their condolence or shooting you suspecting looks - so either pitying or loathing you for your relationship.

Ugh, they weren't the nicest people to begin with, but you'd never noticed before how stuck-up and assuming those people are.

You could only imagine how hard it must've been for Bruno to return to the village that had forsaken him, just for his family's sake...

...if someone asked you, the ceremony could as well be held in private instead of an official, way too flashy way. But hey, it's the Madrigal's you were talking about.

As you walked down the aisle, you wouldn't bid your family another glance. They didn't deserve it...

...yet when you listened to their mutters about you getting married to a 'disgrace', you were quickly to cut them off with a look.

And still, you couldn't help but feel grateful - for their selfish decision turned your life in a whole new direction.

Bruno's jaw dropped as he saw you slowly paced onwards, soon to join him at the altar. You tried to remain serious, but seeing his grimace made you snort, there was nothing you could do about it.

This whole time of you approaching through the aisle, he would hold his breath and cross his fingers for good luck. Kinda suits him to be the superstitious type.

Yet when you ultimately stood in front of him, your face dropped.

"You're bleeding!" Tumbling the last distance to face your fiancé without second thought, your lip began to tremble as you saw the bump on his forehead.

There was a small wound on top, blood having run to his cheek where it had dried just shortly before your arrival.

How come no one besides of you had noticed?!

...or did they really not care?

"Yeah, umm...someone outside the chapel threw a stone at my direction." Bruno shyly fumbled with his fingers, and his almost apologetic tone was heartwrenching. "No big deal, really!"

It happened all the time when Bruno dared to socialize, even today when he was giving it his utmost to avoid anyone and go straight for the church - but people would never miss an opportunity to let out their frustration on him.

At this time, Bruno had basically become the scapegoat for everything bad that ever happened in Encanto - thinking he wouldn't only predict, but also actively summon it. Even if that wasn't really the case.

"That's unbelievable!" you yelped and ripped a piece of the dress apart, much to Alma's displeasure. She'd gasp in shock - rather at the insult of damaging her family property instead of sympathy with her own son.

People were asking themselves what's wrong with you, and the more they acted this way the more ostracized and alienated you felt from this town. As if it was metaphorically just you against them, throwing yourself to shield Bruno from any more harm.

And you couldn't give a damn about the guests or the ceremony or anything else...

...all that counted was Bruno's pain, and your wish to ease it if just a little.

"How cruel..." You'd use the piece of white fabric and softly wiped away the red tints on his forehead, your hand cupping his cheek for just a bit longer than necessary. "I'm so, so sorry this happened to you, dear..."

Ignoring anyone objecting your care and urging to continue the wedding, you'd signalize Bruno to focus on you. "Who did this?"

Sadly, the man was so flabbergasted by your behavior that for a while, he'd simply stare back at you, unable to make sense to why you'd be so nice with him of all people. It was just so different than any interaction he knew...

...and even though it didn't feel wrong, it was simultaneously scared him. He scanned your face for any hint to make him understand you - but there was nothing except for genuine care.

But ultimatively, he put on a brave facade again, trying his best to remain cheerful and not disappoint anyone. "Doesn't matter, really! Let's continue!"

You sulked more than you should, but compromised when you saw Bruno's sincere smile as he took your hands into his - and to be honest, you were melting into his touch.

Could it be you actually had a little crush on this man already? Impossible! But in the end, would it be so wrong?

While watching Bruno perform his oath, you couldn't help but drift off into thinking: He was a sweet, honest and sensitive man that only wanted what's best for you. Plus, with him you felt like you could be yourself without constantly getting judged.

It surely was only a question of time until you'd fall head over heels for him.

"Y/N L/N, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Bruno would blink heavily, insecurity plastered on his face as he awaited your answer - only to be rewarded with a bright and certain smile of yours. "I do!" you spoke with your whole heart, squeezing your now-husband's hands ever so slightly.

"Magnificent. I hereby pronounce you husband and wife - you may now kiss the bride."

Both you and Bruno watched each other quite amazed and maybe a tiny bit overchallenged. But at that moment, it felt like the crowd disappeared and no one else would matter.

"It's alright" you whispered only for him to hear, leading his hands to cup your cheekbone. "I'm with you."

His palms were cold and trembling as he brought your face closer to his, until you were mere inches apart. Your mouth brushed his tentatively before Bruno dared to close the gap, his lips lingering on yours for a while as it felt like time itself had stopped.

Only when your lips parted again you were able to notice the cheering audience, sucking in a surprised gasp as you looked at the completely baffled man.

Nevertheless, the almost poetically lovestruck moment was quickly destroyed by Bruno's self-consciousness once again. Something as wonderful as this can't be happening, there has to be a catch, or so he thought.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I dunno how to do something like that, I probably messed up, I am-"

"Shh." You hushed the man's anxious babbling with one swift movement, placing your index finger on his lips. "That was amazing. You are amazing!"

With every small praise, every silly smile or subtle touch you managed to get Bruno just a little out of his shell - as if you were made for this purpose only...

...but when you stepped outside the church, all of the previous stroke of luck seemed forgotten.

The unthinkable unfolded right in front of your eyes: A hurricane, at this time of the year? And you were living in between mountains at that, that's basically impossible!

"Just a little teasing among siblings" Pepa called between the roaring thunder, a mischievous grin playing on her face. You knew she could unintentionally affect the weather with her mood, but right now it didn't seem like she was upset about it. "Or you might call it payback for ruining my wedding!"

"Huh?" You tried to connect the dots, but honestly couldn't - even though the Madrigals are famous and popular, most of their family drama was kept in secrecy.

Already being dripping wet when the sky cleared up again, Pepa waved you goodbye before she went ahead. All the other guests had disappeared inside the celebration room, seeking shelter from the heavy rain and advising you to do the same.

When you looked over to your now-husband however, your heart dropped to your stomach. He was on the verge of tears, guiltridden and with sadness leaking from every pore.

"I'm very sorry..." he started sobbing, plummeting to sit on the chapel's stairs as he buried his face into his hands. Immediately you'd do the same, reassuringly putting a hand onto his back. "You don't always have to apologize for things that are out of your control, you know?"

"But I am at fault!" he sniveled, and his broken voice shot arrows through your heart. "I always ruin everything, whether I want to or not!"

"What did your sister mean, then?"

"She thinks I gave her a vision to mess with her wedding day..." You nodded understandingly as he confided, encouraging him to continue opening up. "But it was just a huge misunderstanding."

For a whole while, no one would come after you two - ironic, considering that you are the main couple - but like this, Bruno had all the time in the world pouring his heart out.

"You poor thing..." No wonder he felt the need to overexplain and apologize so much - it was the consequence of never being heared, and always taking the blame. "It must be terrible if people always assume the worst of you..."

"No, it is me that should apologize for dragging you into this! First my injury, and now...that should've been an unforgeteable day for you!"

"Well, I'll certainly never forget this!" you chuckled, rythmically rubbing some small circles on the small of his back - and finally, his breathing would even out.

"You need some dry clothes! Quick!" he blurted out, realizing that you were shivering due to the old. He pulled onto your sleeve to help you onto your feet again, but you simply laughed it off. "I'm not made out of sugar, Bruno."

"...but you are just as sweet..." he thought as he followed your step, watching in awe as the raindrops shimmered on your skin as the sun peeked from between the clouds.

As you took his hands once again, his gaze was still locked on your lips - the sweet feeling of your lips on his still prickling on his nerves.

Bruno had felt it - saw it through his gift, the exact moments when your marriage was sealed - this won't be the last time your lips would meet.

The first time he predicted something pleasant, to remember within his heart. And he wanted more of it.

Luckily, your family got the hint and stayed away from the afterparty. You'll most likely never hear of them again - except for the superficial smalltalk you'd exchange shall you ever meet in the town. You could as well just refrain from this exhausting contact, but well...

So this was the moment you officially cut ties with them. Should you feel sad or relieved? You did not know, especially right now, at this moment that was supposed to be your 'big day'.

And in the end, it seemed you've just exchanged one toxic family with another...

That thought only strenghtened a thousandfold when you listened to Alma's rant. Bruno this, Bruno that...except for accusations, she had no other words for her son, especially no kind ones. The only positive things she spoke that evening was connected to either your future children, or the well-being of the family in general.

Bruno on the other hand embarassing himself, at least that's what she thought. He apparently was not well enough dressed for the occasion, and Alma was also mad that his hair was unkempt as always - admittedly, you prefered it that way.

Looking at him cowering on his seat with watering eyes, trying to appear as small as possible as he quietly took everything his mother would throw at him, you balled your fists so hard that your fingernails dug into the flesh of your palm. As she even started to blame his injury for having delayed the ceremony, you had a hard time holding back without snapping and saying unforgiveable things.

This whole time, you'd gently put a hand on Bruno's knee to keep it from anxiously bobbing up and down all the time, so he wouldn't get scolded for this as well. Throughout the whole celebration, your touch on him would never falter, signalizing him that he was not alone.

No one would ever muster up the courage and dare to defend him - well, they probably did in the past, but were met with so much punishment that their attempts faltered over the years.

And the influence of everyone else bullying Bruno probably had their influence on the siblings as well, even if only subconsciously, especially on Pepa.

Julieta on the other hand just wanted to gain some peace without actually accepting conflict beforehand. But being passive and comprimising all the time is not how you'd achieve any change at all.

"How often have I told you to not feed those things?!" She finally snapped when Bruno snuck a piece of bread under the table, where a few of his furred friends had gathered. "They are filthy and disgusting!"

"...I think they are pretty cute." Everyone now stared at you in disbelief - including Bruno - when you just dropped that disrespect and continued eating like nothing happened. "They're also very smart animals, did you know?"

After a while of strained silence, the air so thick you could as well cut through it with your bare hand, his mother decided to let it slip for it was a special day. Little did she know that by being lawfully wed, you wouldn't be fake-friendly to please her for long...it was just not in your nature, and very straining on long-term.

The matriarch wouldn't get rid of you that easily now that you were a part of this family, and even though you didn't want to spread aversity, she'd need to accept that you wouldn't just take her insulting your husband from now on.

"I feel like I'm becoming a little ill" you lied to get out of this crushing situation, gesturing around as if you were freezing. Much to your surprise, it was Pepa whose facade dropped now, looking ashamed for her powers. "That wasn't nice of me, I'm sorry. If only I could control my emotions better, then-"

Your palm on her hand made her snap out of it, looking at you with a puzzled expression. "No worries, I love rain! It can be so relaxing. Every weather has it's perks, don't you think so? Right, Bruno?"

"I-uh..." The man was wiggling his legs back and forth, shyly facing the ground before he declared "I love everything my sister does."

Alma's glare disrupted that moment of acceptance and reconciliation, effectively shutting everyone up. Why was she so against her children to be imperfect but fine, while they were obviously unhappy as things were now?

This marriage will be a hard piece of work - no, not the marriage, but the family connected to it!

"Darling, I-" Everyone rose their eyebrows at you already throwing around nicknames after knowing the man for one day only. Wow, had you already made an impression tonight...

Still, you'd tug on the collar of his ruana, looking at him with pleading eyes. "It was a long day. Let's go to the tower, please."

Bruno's glare would indecisively dart between his family and you, flustered and overwhelmed by the recent events - until the clowd over Pepa's head would disappear, much to everyone's surprise.

Not even Alma's constant scolding could banish the clouds in her mind that easily - to be perfectly honest, most of the time it would only make things worse.

"You should carry her" she winked, and Julieta and her husband's jaw dropped, not knowing Pepa to being a very comical person. Félix joined in with his wife, happy beyond belief that his wife had made at least a little peace with herself.

"All those stairs? I doubt it!" His brother-in-law pat Bruno's back - way too hard, but still lovingly - before giving both of you a bear hug. "But maybe just over the doorstep?"

Your look sent mixed messages, something in between 'you don't need to do anything you don't want to, okay?' but also the incredible wish to experience that movie-like scene yourself...

...and before you could object, Bruno had already scooped you off the floor out of a whim, hurrying out of the room as fast as possible, quite embarassed by the spectators.

"B-Bruno!" you exclaimed, just to curl even closer into his arms, nose nuzzling against his neck. "It's okay, I can walk..."

Your husband mutely shook his head, and you were a little surprised at the resolute look in his face. He'd carefully carry you bridal style towards his room, firmly gripping you as he gave it his best to not implode out of those emotions he couldn't put in right order.

Only on top of the tower, after you passed the doorstep, he would gently put you down - just for your arms to wrap around him again immediately.

Bruno was taken aback for a mere second, countless thoughts rushing through his mind at once - just to answer the hug, feeling as if your warmth washed all his sorrows away.

"Welcome home, Y/N."

[yoonia]

A Touch Of Fate [M]

➬ Title | A Touch of Fate [from We Are All Dreamers: a drabble short story]

➬ Summary | You have waited a long time to finally find him, to be united with the one that the universe had chosen for you. Yet what people had failed to tell you is that finding your soulmate is only the first step of everything. Nobody ever had the decent mind of preparing you to go into the next step, to move on from the past and how you are supposed to surrender completely to the mate bond.

↳ Pairings | Jeon Jungkook x reader

↳ Genre | Enemies to Lovers!au, Soulmate!au, Smut, Angst (just a little hint of it)

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Dom!kook, possessive sex, dirty talk, breast play, light bondage, hair pulling, spanking, pussy spanking, orgasm denial, oral sex (f receiving; vaginal), fingering (f receiving; vaginal), hand job, minor cum play, ass kissing, penetration sex without protection.  

↳ Word count | 9,2k words (idk why this happens a lot ;-;)

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➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @shadowsremedy​. I’m sorry this took forever, and that it doubles from what I had planned lol. Thank you so much for commissioning me :) | Special thank you for @softyoongiionly​, @flytomyjoon​ and @kithtaehyung​ for hyping me up during the final writing sprint.

➬ Author’s Note 2.0 | Please note that this was roughly edited so I might come back to fix some stuff when I have a chance to :)

Meeting your soulmate should have come with a warning.

Perhaps even with a guide book, just so you would know what to expect once you have met the one that had been chosen by the universe to be your forever.

Four months had passed ever since you met Jungkook. Despite the unorthodox manner of the first encounter you had with him, followed with your date night mishap which had only ended up leading you to spend your first night together, you had given a chance for your relationship to grow slowly, developing and blossoming like flowers blooming at the beginning of spring.

Being together for the past four months had given you a lot of chances to get to know each other a whole lot better. What you had heard so many times in the past about how soulmates would bond so easily had not been a lie, you had soon realised. The universe really does have its own way to pair two separate souls, choosing those who are not only compatible with each other but also with the ability to complete one another. To each one of your flaws, Jungkook is there to make it up with what he can do. And the same works the other way, where you could make up for everything that Jungkook would be lacking of.

Like pieces of puzzles falling into place, together you are completed.  

Everything may have started well. But just like how the road to finding your soulmate had been full of hurdles, the surprises waiting for you on this new path you are going through with your soulmate seem to keep on coming. Both of you had been strangers before you were together after all, and there are still so many things you are finding out about each other that you still need to get used to.

You find reprieve in knowing that both of you share the same interests in life. From art, music, movies, even books. Giving you various things to share and talk about when you are spending time together.

One of the first things that you had learned about Jungkook is his competitive side, one of his quirks which had later explained the reason why he had been so reckless and why Jungkook had found himself making terrible decisions in the past—just like how his visions of you had made him feel like he was second place and how badly he had taken in everything. Another thing about him that you had learned—and what you are still trying to cope with—is just how impatient Jungkook could be. He is the kind of person who would stop at nothing to get what he wants, whenever he has set his eyes on it. Add the two characteristics together, and you are faced with a lover who wants to tackle everything all at once. And to make it worse, as someone who had been a bit late in receiving his signs upon meeting you, Jungkook has been trying to make up for lost time, taking two steps forward to every step that he had missed out on or had fallen behind at.

The one main thing that he has been pushing on a lot lately is his wish for the two of you to move in and start living together. For some reason, this has been something that you have found yourself struggling to agree with him about. Though the reason has never been about the part where he wants you to live in the same space together. Because by God, you want to.

The reason why you have been struggling to make the decision is because neither of you could agree on where you are going to live.

While both of you are trying to find a new place to live in, you are still living in your old apartments as neighbours during the time period until you could move. Sometime during the search, you had found that Jungkook’s place has a bit more space for the two of you together. It would have been so easy to simply pack up your things and haul them up next door instead of living in separate spaces like this. If only you had never known about all the things that had happened in that apartment from the time before you had gotten together with him. Knowing that he had brought other girls into his place had not been easy for you to visualise. Even if you have been trying to look past it, the memory of seeing him with another girl in his arm and all the wild imaginations that you have had in the past, they would simply come back to you without a warning, giving you another drawback from moving forward.

And that had not been the only problem you would be facing if you should ever move into his place. The lack of privacy in his own home had also made the place lost its appeal to you.

“I know it would be pretentious of me to be expecting you to live in celibacy, after knowing all the fuck up that happened. But it’s different when I had a chance to actually witness them happening and knowing where it happened,” you argued about it with him one day when he had brought back the idea of using his apartment instead of looking for someplace new to move into, knowing that finding an opening for a place near campus right in the middle of the term year would not be as a piece of cake as you would have hoped. “And your friend, Taehyung, has your keys. I’m not going to wake up with him appearing without a warning like last time.”

That had been one of the major problem you have had with his apartment. In the past, Jungkook’s habit of holding a party with his friends had allowed other people to have spare keys to his home. While he had managed to obtain the scattered spares from most of his friends after you started officially dating, it had somehow slipped his mind to retrieve the spare from his best friend, Taehyung.

And the bastard has been more than pleased to use the key anytime he wants, regardless of the fact that Jungkook would be home and you would be staying the night. You remember the one time when it happened, when he had dropped in unannounced, and you might as well say that it was the final straw.

You had agreed to stay the night at Jungkook’s place after your date night with him. You had fallen asleep in his arms that night, filled with content and bliss, only to be awakened by someone moving around in the kitchen the next morning, all while Jungkook was still sprawling in the bed with his arm lying across your stomach and the other buried under his pillow. Fear had started creeping on you before you realised that the sun had come up and there was no way a burglar would be stupid enough to rob the place so early in the morning when students were leaving their apartments to head to campus. You were halfway ready to call for help, until the scent of coffee started wafting in the air and you heard somebody dancing in the kitchen.

You had only been able to snatch Jungkook’s shirt to wear before leaving the bedroom, though you managed to grab Jungkook’s guitar as a weapon, ready to fend off your intruder. The only one you found when you finally stepped out of the room was Taehyung, leaning against the kitchen counter while sipping on his coffee—steaming hot and probably with too much cream, just the way he likes it—and a wide grin on his face when he saw you.

Putting Jungkook’s rough edges aside, you have to admit that there are some of his qualities that you admire the most.

Ever since your first night together, Jungkook had shown you his needs to take control on bed. His dominance had immediately come to surface since that very first time you made love to him, but he had made it clear many times since that he wouldn’t be too greedy to ask for control outside of the bedroom as well.

“Outside of this room, away from this bed, you’ll get to take control and make the decisions, dominate me all you’d like when you need to. But right here right now, when we are in the bedroom, I’m in control, baby,” was what he had told you when he talked about his needs and all that you needed to understand before moving forward with him.

Everything about it was surprising and new, and as time passed, you had found that you loved every part of it. Giving you another proof that you can work well together. If only you can agree on some things more easily.

It has been rare for you to have any vivid dream in your sleep lately. Even if you do have dreams coming to you at night, nothing about them are similar to the dreams that you had back then.

The dream that you have been having tonight, merely moments before you are abruptly woken up from it, has been no different than the ones you have been getting for the past few months. Nothing but a blurry vision with random images taken from moments that you have encountered in the day that would sometimes follow you in your sleep. You have been seeing yourself at work, serving coffee for the long line of customers that had come only a few hours before closing time, thanks to the special offer your workplace was promoting today. Then the dream shifts to another.

The scenery around you is the first thing that changes. The coffee shop blurs into a spacious room that you don’t quite recognise, even if there is something familiar lingering in the air around you. The customers and your co-workers are all gone, leaving you standing alone in the middle the room and feeling all lost and desolated when you are only surrounded by the four walls caging around you. The next thing that changes is the white noise, coming to you in a steady hum before it slowly builds up, the sound starts getting clearer the more you try to focus on everything around you.

The steady beat of the music pumps through your vein as it gets louder. The sound of its bass resonates through your body, again and again, until the point it becomes strong enough to jolt you to wake. Opening your bleary eyes, you find yourself lying in your bed, still wearing the clothes that you had been in when you left for your part-time job today. It takes you a moment before everything finally sets in, helping you to remember how you had ended up falling asleep before you could have a chance to change. It had been a long day for you, and you had only managed to kick your shoes off before crawling on top of the bed just to lie down. You must have passed out not long after your head had touched the pillows out of the exhaustion you felt.

Then your mind slowly clears out, helping you to notice the blaring music that is definitely had not been a part of your dream, as the sound of the low bass is still heard, loud enough to make the walls in your bedroom vibrate with its beat.

“Are you kidding me?” you groan to yourself as you let your head fall back. After a while, you finally jump off from the bed and make your way out, trudging barefoot all the way next door before you begin pounding on Jungkook’s door.

It only takes seconds before the music is switched off, and Jungkook appears on the other side of the door with a grin on his face.

“Seriously?” you snap at him and throw your hands up. “It’s late at night, Jungkook. Did you really have to blast out your music that loud?”

Jungkook chuckles. “It’s only past nine. What? Have you been sleeping already?”

“Jungkook, I had a long day,” you say to him, your voice softening as your annoyance dwindles. It always turns out this way, when seeing his face could easily tune down your emotions and any arguments ready to explode between you would shimmer before it could even start. Breathing deeply, you notice how he is only standing there, looking amused. A hint of mischief is dancing in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you. Finding his gaze has you frowning at him, knowing that he is clearly hiding something up his sleeves. “What are you up to?”

Instead of answering you, his grin only widens. And it irks you more when the only reaction he is giving you is nothing but a raised brow and a tilt of his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, feigning his innocence.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you look past those puppy eyes of his and place your hands on your hips. “You did this on purpose.”

Without answering you, Jungkook simply grabs your wrist and pulls you inside. He doesn’t let you go even as he closes the door behind you, pushing you until your back is pressed against it. “What if I did?” he asks you with a smile while keeping his hands planted on either side of you, caging you against the door. “It got your attention the first time, didn’t it? I figured it’ll work out too this time.”

You shake your head. “Was it even necessary? You know, others would have just called their girlfriend instead of shaking their walls just to get their attention.”

To your surprise, Jungkook only chuckles and raises his brows. “Really?” he asks. “Is that the reason why you ignored my phone calls? My texts?”

At first, you really have no clue of what he is talking about. Your memory is still a complete blur after waking up from your accidental nap, until it finally clicks on you. Gasping, you can feel your blood getting drained from your face when you realise what had happened. “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry, my phone died and I fell asleep after plugging it in,” you quickly explain to him, though you immediately narrow your eyes at him once again. “Is that the reason why you chose to blast your music to replace the phone calls? Couldn’t you be like other normal people, like—I don’t know, knock or ring the bell, maybe?”

Jungkook scoffs and pulls his arms away, standing tall when he says, “I did. Both of them. Guess nothing else could get through to you and wake you up except for my speakers.”

“I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the only one you had woken up with that,” you murmur to him, rolling your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. I don’t know why I slept like a log.”

“See? This is why I want us to live together. It wouldn’t have been hard to see each other if you weren’t all the way next door,” he says, shaking his head and looking down on the floor to avoid your eyes. He might be able to hide it, but you know him enough by now to see the disappointment in his eyes and your chest tightens.

“And I do want to. I just—” You reach out to rest your hands on his chest. “We haven’t found the place yet.”

“Why not here?”

“I already told you why,” you throw your hands with an exasperated sigh, but he only annoys you more when the only thing he does is cross his arms over his chest, watching you with this amused look on his face as if he is waiting for something.

“What?’

Jungkook sighs. “My calls weren’t the only thing you missed, baby.”

Furrowing your brows, you try to understand what he is getting at. But then, just as you turn your gaze away from his face, you realise that there is something different about his living room. Specifically the way his sofa had been set aside, pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room. A thick, fluffy rug is placed at the center of the room to replace it, the white fur appears completely in contrast to the bright coloured rose petals—light pink and red—that had been left scattered all over it. Looking around the room, you find more trinkets and decorations that you have never seen there before—unlit candles, more flowers on the dressers, a teddy bear sitting on the sofa. Then your eyes fall on the low coffee table, finding the boxes of pizzas—your favourite kind, no doubt—and a pair of wine glasses, all empty, and you suddenly feel like you are suffocating.

“You did this all for me,” you whisper, swallowing hard before meeting his gaze. You expect to see him glaring with rage or to see his disappointment lingering there. But the only thing you see is his curious eyes looking at you. Yet it doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty for ruining whatever it was that he had been planning to do for you tonight. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s gaze softens. “Would you have missed all of these if you had been coming back here instead of heading straight next door?”

Your eyes burn and you grit your teeth to hold back the tears from falling. You say nothing to him, refusing to admit that he is right. You have had this argument with him over and over again, and you know that you are beginning to lose the battle.

Jungkook reaches out to hold you on your waist when you still aren’t saying anything. Using one hand to tilt your chin up so you would look at him as he speaks. “I know that it feels like we’re rushing it. But I’ve missed so much—too much, and I want to make it all up by being with you, to know everything about you that those silly dreams had failed to show me. Is that really so wrong for me to ask?”

You take another look around you, marvelling on his effort to make his apartment to look pleasant for the surprise pizza dinner he had planned. The thought of him doing this for you makes you smile, and you wrap your arms around his waist as you ask him curiously, “Did you do all this to woo me into saying yes?”

“That’s one of the reasons, yeah,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “I also wanted to show you just how different it would feel, and how much it would probably help if we simply change a few things here and there.”

You shake your head. “I don’t need all this. All I need is you. But thank you for doing all of this, baby,” you tell him, leaning up to kiss him on the chin, only to earn a frown from him.  

“If I was the only thing you need, you would’ve agreed to my offer and move in already,” he says with a scoff. When you open your mouth to say something about it, he stops you by pressing a finger on your lips. “And I’m not saying it’ll be permanent. I just want us to live here until we can find the perfect place for us. It’ll probably take another semester or a year until we can find someplace affordable around campus. I just don’t want to waste that much time just to wait until then. Can’t we at least have that for now?”

Looking into his eyes and finding his hope and desperation mixing together in his gaze leaves you nearly speechless. The words slowly die on your tongue. You have been refusing this idea of his for so damn long. While the biggest part of you have welcomed Jungkook’s presence as your soulmate, ready to fully accept the bond, there has always been a part of you which seems to refuse to move on.

No matter what you do, no matter how hard you have tried to look past them, it always feels like his past continues to haunt you. And it is simply not easy to pretend that you had completely forgotten every part of his past when you would either come across those girls on campus or hear the whispers about him and his past flings when you are not looking. Not to mention the fact that while none of these past flings of his may not have bothered to come in your way or to try to talk to you, as most of them had kept their distance from both you and Jungkook since the day he announced publicly about your presence, the glaring eyes that they have been pointing at you have been hard to miss.

It is not that you are worried about them. No have no reason to when the bond between you and Jungkook had only been growing stronger ever since you had accepted one another. But you just cannot deny the insecurities that had kept on coming. They would burn you right in the chest when you would sit on his sofa, only to be reminded of a dream where he was kissing a girl on top of it. Or when you are in his bedroom and suddenly reminded of the vision which had showed you the sight of him taking a girl there. Knowing that you had been his first didn’t exactly help much when you are reminded that though he may not have been having sex with others before meeting you, he had been doing everything else that even Jungkook himself had been too embarrassed to share that he had kept refusing to talk to you about them.

The one thing that Jungkook couldn’t possibly understand is that he was not the only one being robbed from his glitch with the signs from the universe. Thanks to what had happened because of the glitch, you had been robbed from a lot of memories with him too.

“Baby?” he gently calls you when you are lost in your thoughts. His soft gaze that falls on you and the way he had done a lot to change the scenery in his living room just for tonight are showing you that perhaps he may have understood your worries after all.

Sometimes you feel envious of the characters in your favourite fantasy books that tells stories about fated mates and how they could read each other’s minds, wishing that you could have the same with your own soulmate to be able to understand each other without trying so much. But then you would look at him and feel blessed that despite not being able to actually read your thoughts, Jungkook could still read your emotions simply by looking deep into your eyes.

Sighing, Jungkook holds your chin and kisses the tip of your nose gently. “Don’t think I don’t know why you keep refusing to live here with me,” he says, surprising you with his words. “I really hate knowing that you had seen a lot more about me than what I had always wanted to show you while the universe kept me blinded. If only I had known that you had been seeing my stupid acts—”

He shakes his head, scoffing at himself. “I can’t change the past, baby. But we can create new memories together. We still have our future together and I really don’t want anything to come in the way for us to have that.”

You exhale a deep breath and relax in his hold. The doubts and fear that you have been feeling slowly melt away and so does the tightness you have been feeling in your chest. “I’m sorry for being insecure, but I’m not sorry for making sure that none of our pasts would come back to haunt us.”

“Let them try. None of them matters, when the only person that I care about is you,” he softly speaks to you as he runs his finger along your chin, stopping to tilt your face up. Then he leans down, his lips brushing against yours when he whispers, “Every memory of mine in the past which doesn’t have you in it has no place in my life and I don’t want you to keep remembering all things you’ve seen where we weren’t together. We can make new memories to share, erase everything in the past, and we can start now. What do you say? Will you do that with me?”  

With every word that he has given you, Jungkook manages to wipe away the last remaining insecurities that you still have. You feel like you are being pulled deeper into him, and as you feel the hope of overcoming the past slowly brewing inside you, the answer you have for him is easy to give. “Yes. I want to have it all with you.”

With your words, every tension that Jungkook has tried so hard to conceal from you is lifted from his shoulders. A smile lights up his face, his gaze is filled with relief, and then his lips are suddenly pressing on yours. The moment your lips touch, you feel as if you are completed, as if there has been a void inside you that is being filled simply through the kiss. You can feel his desire and his compassion from it, and you push forward, pressing yourself against him to return the kiss with the same fervour, sighing into it as he holds you to his chest.

This is it.

This is what makes it all worth it. No matter how hard you would fight with him, every anger you have had would disappear when he kisses you like this. And it is not just a kiss. Kissing him—his lips, his tongue, the way he is moulding his lips on yours—everything feels divine and heavenly you cannot even describe it with words.

Since you were little, you had seen your parents kissing and you could feel their bond from it. Just like a few other relatives of yours, they were soulmates, and every single moment they had shared together had always been enough to prove to you how strong soulmates bonds are and how genuine the love that had built through it ever were. The kisses they shared had always appeared magical, like something that you would read in fairy tales. The kind of kisses that everyone like you would wait patiently your entire life for.

And this kiss right here, the moment Jungkook’s lips are pressing on yours, with his tongue dancing with yours, you can feel the same exact sparks you had witnessed from them then surging through your whole body. You had felt it the night he kissed you for the first time, and it had only been getting better and stronger each time.

Still with your lips attached to each other’s, kissing as if it is the last time, Jungkook pulls you away from the door and steers the two of you around. He only stops right when you feel the kitchen counter pushing against your hips.

You pull away from the kiss, blinking your eyes to look around you. “Jungkook, what—”

With a deep chuckle, Jungkook stops you from talking with a quick peck on your lips. “We did say that we’ll be making new memories together, so why don’t we start here?”

“What do you mean—”

Once again, Jungkook steals your word with a kiss. He takes no time in deepening the kiss this time, dominating you by pressing harder, swallowing your moans that come flowing out when his hips come to pin you against the counter.  

“We can replace the furnitures if you want,” he says between the kisses, whispering his promises. “I’ll toss that ugly bed to the curb or we could use your smaller bed first until we could buy a new one. We’ll even repaint the walls—with the tenant’s permission, that is. I’ll buy us a new couch once I get paid from my part-time job and hand this one down to Taehyung since he basically lived on it one time.”

He pulls a handful of your hair until your head falls back, and he trails his kisses down the column of your throat, pressing his lips at your pulse, at the sensitive spots along the nape of your neck, repeating them until you are growing breathless. “Until then, we’ll replace every mark, every trace that had been left behind from my stupid act and leave behind our traces, making every part of this apartment as ours.”

You blink your eyes when you feel them burning with tears, only to open them wide when his words dawn on you. “Wait—are you saying—” you gasp, looking around with a wince. “Did you—? Right here, in the kitchen?”

Jungkook’s eyes turn wide for a moment before he has the audacity to laugh. “No, baby. I wasn’t  that wild before I met you. A bit naughty, maybe,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip. “It doesn’t mean we can’t christen this spot, though. I’ve pictured taking you right here each time you came here to make me dinner.”

Before you even have a chance to feel relieved for his revelation, Jungkook’s lips return on yours. Then his fingers begin to fumble with the buttons on your blouse, slipping them off clumsily one at a time before you can finally shrug it off of your body. What comes afterward is nothing but a mix of flurry movements filled with your desire and his needs to touch you. He bends forward, his lips trailing kisses down your collarbones, then to your breasts, his tongue flicking and his mouth sucking at the hardened tips from over the lacy cups of your bra until the fabric grows wet under his mouth. Your hands move to tug his shirt off, and only then does he pull away, helping you to pull his shirt over his head before tossing it away. Then his kisses return, his lips leaving a hot trail on your skin that sends you shuddering beneath him.

Your hands move lower to his hips right as the heat within you rises. Your fingers being to tug at his waistband, ready to pull his pants down so you could touch him the same way he is touching your breasts, kneading and twisting your covered nubs to make your feel the ripples of pleasure rolling through your body. But he pulls away and catches your wrists, stopping you from going any further.

“Not yet, baby,” he says, tutting at your impatience. “I have more plans for you tonight.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to question what he meant by it when he leans down, slipping his arms under your legs and around your waist to lift you up in his hold. His lips come pressing on your forehead as he begins to carry you with him, until he lays you down on his old couch. His hands immediately move lower, tugging your pants down and sliding them down your legs, leaving you simply in your flimsy underwear for him to admire.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. Before you could even take a breath, he kneels down between your parted legs and devours your lips, his hands moving down slowly from your shoulders, to your breasts, feeling the hot skin down your waist before you feel him gripping your hips, hard, then he pulls away. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with dilated eyes, his gaze so dark that your heartbeat starts racing inside your chest, as you are silently guessing just what might be running in his mind.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn’t answer my calls? When my texts went unanswered?” he groans with his hands still gripping your hips. His eyes move down, taking in the sight of your chest as it keeps rising and falling, before his gaze returns to your face. “I heard you came in, and only minutes later I already got no response from you.”

Biting your lips, you reach out to touch his bare torso. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, ready to beg him to be on his good side when he suddenly catches your wrists.

“Do you now?” he asks, his voice sounds so low that you can feel your chest rumbling with every word.

With a blink of an eye, you are flipped around on the couch. All of a sudden, you find yourself bent over the couch. Your knees are on the floor while your stomach is pressed on the cushions. You can feel him positioning himself behind you, his hands pulling your hips up to him. But instead of feeling him pressing his hips against you, you only feel his hands running down your hips, to your butt, then touching your thighs gently.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, though you can quickly guess what he is about to do when he gently pulls your panties down your hips, letting the fabric hang right under the curves of your butt while keeping your soft skin exposed to him.

“Just giving you something to remember. And making sure that you are truly sorry,” he says, rubbing his palm up and down your bare bottom. Your body shivers under his touch while your muscles grown tense, waiting for the blow that has yet to come.

“But I already told you that I’m sorry,” you whine beneath him, flinching each time you feel him putting pressure on his palm as he touches you. You already know by now that he is taking his time simply to tease you. And it is already working. Not only are you trembling under his touch, you can also feel yourself soaking right between your legs.

“And I heard you. Loud and clear,” he says, leaning down to lay a few kisses at your butt cheeks. “But it doesn’t cover the fact that you’ve been a bad girl today.”

Smack.

The response that you were about to throw at him turns to a gasp when his palm lands on your skin. The resounding smack comes to you first before the pain slowly burns on your left bottom cheek. When his palm returns to you, it is only to have him rubbing on the tender skin, making you whimper to his touch.

Before you can cherish the relief, another smack falls on the other cheek. And then again. And again. He switches between each side each time his palm comes down on you, and each smack that he gives will soon be followed with a gentle caress to soothe the pain. And he never forgets to remind you of what he is punishing you for.

“—for missing my calls and texts.” Smack.

“—for refusing to let me pick you up at work so we wouldn’t miss each other.” Smack.

“—for spoiling the surprise I spent all night preparing for you.” Smack.

After the first couple of spankings, the pain has slowly begun to transform into tingles of pleasure, each pulsing pain coming from your tender skin is followed with a throb building inside your core. With your hips angled high towards the ceiling, you could feel the breeze falling right between your legs, sweeping across your hot arousal, emphasising the slickness that has been building at your center. It doesn’t help the fact that Jungkook has been aiming his palm lower and lower each time it returns to you, getting closer to your throbbing cunt that you could feel the blow reaching deep within its walls.

When the spanking stops and Jungkook pulls away, the only things remain are the constant pulses running through your body, starting from your sore butt to your throbbing core. The pain and pleasure are rolling through you all at once and mixing with each other.

You flinch at the touch of Jungkook’s hands when he runs them up and down your trembling thighs. You hear him chuckling from behind you, before he leans forward, pressing his bare chest against your back as he bends over you.

“You’re so wet, baby. I wish you could see yourself,” he whispers, his warm breath falling on the back of your neck. Though you are more hyperaware of the way his fingers are brushing gently across your tender ass, how he keeps trailing the tips lower, finding the drops of arousal that have been leaking down your thighs. “You seem to be enjoying your punishments a bit too much lately. Have I been too soft on you, baby?”

You push your hips back when he reaches up, getting close to your throbbing core only to move around it, touching your folds gently and then moves away again when you try to press against his hand.

“Jungkook—”

At the sound of your whimper, Jungkook leans down to kiss your bare shoulders. “What do you need from me, baby?”

Whimpering against the cushion, you hold back from cursing when he pulls his fingers away again before he could touch your heat. “Jungkook, please—”

“Tell me what you need,” he whispers to you, though you are quite sure that he knows exactly what you want from him. “Do you want to cum, baby? Are you close?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Please. I need to cum,” you finally cry out, unable to hold back any longer.

With a deep chuckle, he kisses right behind your ear and whispers to you, “You’re such a bad girl. What a dirty, bad girl.”

For a moment, you feel completely sure that he would deny you the release that you need. That is why when the sound of his palm hitting your skin is heard, your whole body jolts in surprise. But that is not the only thing you feel, as his smack has landed right at the core of your arousal. It sends a wave of pleasure all over your body. The feeling is intensified with the pain which throbs in its wake. Before you could have a chance to recover, Jungkook’s palm return, giving you another slap right at your mound. You cry out at the pain while your hips are moving now to ride the wave of pleasure that comes rushing up your body. He gives you a couple of more spanking right at your center, landing on your swollen folds, your soaked opening, then on your clit, until it becomes too overwhelming for you that your cries and moans are jumbled together.

Then, just when you are about to explode, Jungkook presses his lips at the nape of your neck and pushes his fingers through your hot entrance. The slickness allows him to slide in easily, reaching deep within your walls and pushing in against your sweet spot. His thumb finds your clit and presses down. Hard. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispers, and your orgasm explodes through your body, sending you trembling with the spasms of your release while your pussy tightens around his fingers.

Jungkook continues to move his fingers in and out of you, keeping his pace slow and steady as he helps you come down from your orgasm slowly. Once your body begins to grow lax over the couch, Jungkook pulls out his fingers slowly and carefully flips you over. He keeps his eyes on you as he lays you down over the cushions, pulling your panties back in place as he waits for you to open your eyes.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Blinking your eyes open, you nod your head. “I’m okay,” you answer him, licking your lips.

He bends over you, kissing your lips gently. “Good, because the night isn’t over yet.”

Jungkook picks you up after he pulls away, and he is doing it almost effortlessly by simply holding you up with one hand under your leg and the other around your waist, carrying you down to his bedroom. He gently places you on the bed, letting you lie back before he starts crawling towards you, sliding between your legs as he hovers on top of you.

You are still completely breathless when he comes down to kiss your lips. You spread your legs wider for him and arch your chest upward when he slowly runs his fingers along the tip of your breasts, pressing into the covered nipples. “You know that I’d do anything to make it up for what we missed, don’t you?” he whispers against your mouth, and you nod your head. “I mean it when nothing and nobody that came before you mattered. I never even think about them. Why would I when I have you?”

He pulls back, looking into your eyes when he adds, “I’ve waited for you for so long. I might have been stupid enough to almost jeopardise everything, but I’ll never do it again now that we’re together.”

You press your lips together and sigh. “I don’t mean to be so stubborn and be so hard on you. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that I’ve felt so insecure for a long time and I—”

Jungkook stops you with a kiss, knowing just how easy it is for him to steal your words that way. It is brief, but enough to shut you up before you start rambling. “I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you that there is nothing for you to worry about. Never again,” he says, looking deep into your eyes, then he comes back for another kiss, giving you one that lingers with his mouth taking over yours and his tongue flicking and pushing so he could deepen the kiss.  

You moan into his mouth, and within seconds he smoothly flips your positions, turning on the bed so that he is the one lying on his back while he pulls you on top of him. You push yourself up, bracing with your hands on his thigh while he gives you a smug grin.

“Come here, baby,” he says, pulling down his pants and his boxers all at once. He pushes himself backward and leans back on the bed, sitting with his back on the headrest as he watches you crawling towards him this time. Straddling his thighs, you reach out, grabbing his cock and wrap your hand around his girth before moving your grip up and down, stroking him slowly.

Your body heats up, already calling for him as you feel his arousal swelling under your palm. But you simply let him decide when you are worthy enough to accept pleasure and sit patiently on his lap while you continue to stroke him, jacking him off slowly until you are rewarded with a few deep grunts slipping through his lips. Thankfully, Jungkook chooses not to torment you any further. He leans forward and unsnaps your bra, tossing it away from your sight and your nipples instantly grow hard from the cold.

Kissing you slowly, he runs his palm delicately down your body, brushing against your breasts and making you arch your back to push your chest against his. He reaches down as he deepens the kiss, then snaps your panties off of your skin. The delicate lace never stands a chance and it rips under his tight grip. The sudden pressure you feel on your skin when it snaps to pieces has you gasping, your hips jolting up at the hard tug, which makes it easier for him to slip the fabric away before tossing it to the floor.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks you, reaching down to push his fingers between your folds, catching your soaking release. “You’re so wet for me.”

He catches you on your waist when you position yourself on top of him, pressing your soaking cunt over his rigid shaft. His grin fades when he releases a deep groan, while you cannot hold back the moan when his cock snugs so comfortably between your folds, pressing against your heat.

His grip on your hips tightens when you begin swivelling your hips against his and he leans up to press his mouth over yours. His erection seems to be growing harder since the moment you have him pressing hard into your center and he continues to rock your body, guiding you to move back and forth along his length, his fingers digging into your hips when his body trembles with the pleasure you are giving him. Moaning his name, you continue rubbing your wetness all over his length, enjoying the soft groans he keeps making at every movement you make.

But then he stops you, giving a rough grip at your sore bottom to halt your movement, leaving you gasping as his palms are pressing right at your tender skin. “Ride me, baby,” he says, groaning deeply. “I want to be inside you.”

You say nothing and rise up on his lap, before sliding back down onto him, taking him inside you inch by inch, only stopping when he is all the way in.

Grabbing the back of your neck, Jungkook pulls you to him so he could devour your lips. “This is what I need, baby,” he groans into the kiss, biting at your bottom lip. “Come and ride me.”

There is no need for him to say more. Pressing your palms on his toned chest, you begin to slide up and down his length. The delightful ache that you are feeling from his girth sends tremors throughout your body, rippling together with every movement, every thrust.

Your hold on him tightens when you feel like you are getting close to the edge, and you keep on riding him as hard as you could. The sound of his groans becomes the music to your ears, pushing you to do more. A series of curses come slipping out of you between your moans. Your walls tightening around him, giving him a sign that you are close, and he buries his fingers harder in your skin to hold you up, before he begins thrusting up, pumping his cock in and out of you rapidly to send you plunging into your release.

Jungkook sits up when he notices your legs trembling around him. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he pulls your head back, holding you to his lips while he keeps pushing his body up into you hard and fast. Your whole body tightens around him and you let go, screaming out your release.

Once he feels your body spasming with the wave of your orgasm, Jungkook pulls out and flips your bodies until you are lying on your back, and he is hovering on top of you with a grin.

“You don’t think that I am done with you, do you?”

Before you could respond to him, Jungkook dives between your legs. The next thing you feel is his lips, pressing and devouring your nether lips with pure hunger. His mouth pressing down on your wet opening, his tongue slipping out, moving up and down and in circles, as if he is making sure that he could taste every single drop of your sweet release.

He trails his mouth upward and flicks his tongue over your clit, making you jerk and shudder against him. He slowly pulls back as he chuckles, but your body already aches for him and you call his name, begging him to return. “Jungkook, please—”

His warm breath falls across your throbbing nub when he whispers, making the yearning feel even worse. “I’m right here, baby,” he says, all while peppering you with barely-there kisses around your mound.

You let out another desperate cry, and that is when he licks you again, stealing your breath and turning your cries to a moan. He plunges his tongue between your hot opening and you grab a handful of his long hair to hold on as you start riding his face.

“Oh, fuck—that feels so good,” you moan softly when he begins moving his tongue in and out between your folds, sucking every drip of your arousal and moving his lips over your clit between each roll of his tongue inside you.

“And you taste so fucking good too,” he groans against your hot cunt, then continues his ministrations, changing between sucking, licking, and plunging his tongue between your walls.

You begin moving your hips faster, lowering yourself to him as you come close to losing control, so close to getting over to the edge, only to have him stopping and pulling away from your hold. Jungkook only chuckles when he hears your whimpers and trails his wet kisses up to your breasts, enjoying the way you are begging him with breathless whispers and how your body is trembling beneath him with your aching need for release.

“Stop tormenting me, baby,” you whine softly as he keeps kissing and biting your breast, your words turning to soft whimpers when he captures the hardened nub between his mouth.

“Getting impatient, aren’t we?”

Your head falls back when you groan desperately. “Jungkook, please.”

You reach down between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his rigid shaft and begin stroking his length clumsily while he continues to suck around your sensitive nipples, taking one tip at a time into his mouth. “You’re driving me crazy,” he groans against your skin as his turn to lose control comes to him. He sucks a deep breath when you begin to stroke him in the right way, and his hips start to move, pushing himself up and down in your hand.

You look down just as a bead of his pre-cum comes leaking out of its glistening tip, and you wipe it with your thumb. Licking your lips, you bring your hand up, closing your eyes and moan softly when you lick your fingers clean, tasting the drop of his essence that has gotten mixed together with your slickness which is still coating the length of his cock.

Groaning, he lowers himself and bite gently at your breasts, leaving marks on your skin around the nubs which he captures into his mouth again to earn your cries.

You bite your lips when you just cannot take it any longer and you look at him in the eyes as you beg him, “I want you inside me. Make love to me, Jungkook.”

Your words snap him out of his teasing mood and his hands move down, gripping hard on your thighs to lift them off the bed. Your legs are trembling when you open yourself wider for him, allowing him to fit between your thighs. He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down your wet slit, coating himself further with your essence. His grin appears with the sound of your moan, while the wanton noises you are making grow louder as he slowly slides into you, fitting nicely between your tight walls as a sign that you are made only for him. You gasp at the pleasure that you feel brewing in your core and squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, pushing him deeper before he could even stop himself.

“Perfect,” he groans when he pushes deep inside you. “So perfect for me.”

You put your head back as your body welcomes him. Your bodies moving together, your hips meeting his thrusts, his pace rising steadily just as the rush of pleasure begins to pick up, rippling slowly into a wave.

He gets on his knees when he is fully inside you, his hands reaching out to grab yours to put them above your head. He has your fingers wrapping around each other, entwined in the tight grip as he leans down and kisses you, all while he continues to make love to you, his hips moving in a steady rhythm with his cock moving in and out of you, every ridge and bump along his length brushing slowly along your tight walls.

Your legs spread wider and are folded up to your chest, pressed down by his weight. Your hips are tilted upward as he continues to pump his cock into your cunt, and the angle allows him to reach deeper inside you. He slams into you gently over and over, repeating what he does to each time he earns a moan coming from you, until you feel it coming, slowly engulfing you from within.

“Jungkook, I’m close!”

Even under the restrictions given by his tight hold on your hands, your body takes over and your hips continue to thrust up, meeting his as you beg him, “Harder, baby.” Your body begins to quake beneath him, already yearning the release that he has yet to give you. With a soft groan coming from his chest, Jungkook pulls back just to push forward, pushing hard inside you, again, and again, hitting all the right spots repeatedly without any sign of stopping.

Your muscles begin to tighten and you feel your release coming to you, creeping inside your body steadily while you take in everything that Jungkook is giving you. There is no doubt that he could feel it when your muscles grown tense, when your orgasm is building up, coiling from within your core and your walls tighten around his girth. You can hear it in his voice, when he groans deeply and when his hips shudder against your body. But he keeps his pace, making sweet love to you as he slowly brings you to the edge. Then he reaches down between you, just when the wave of your pleasure is beginning to swamp over you, and his fingers find your clit, where he presses and moves the tip in circular motions, sending you to your climax with the intense shudder running through your body and his name coming out of your through your cries.

Jungkook continues to move steadily, making your orgasm last until you feel him tensing above you, his cock expanding against your walls with each thrust he is giving you. Then he finally begins to pound, moving faster and hitting his cock harder, grinding his pelvis against your clit, and another orgasm comes to your body at the same time as he stretches you out, coming inside you with a loud howl.

Leaning up on his elbows, Jungkook leans down and kisses your lips gently. Your bodies are still connected when he pulls back to look at your face. His grin grows as he watches your chest rising and falling while you try to catch your breath.

“So it’s official then, it’s a yes?” he suddenly asks, to which you would have rolled your eyes if only your brain hasn’t grown muddled with the spasms of your climax.

But his smile takes over, making your chest feel warm and your heartbeat pacing not just from the pleasure he had given you, but for the new emotions brewing inside you that you can only feel for him. “I’ll go wherever you go. But I get to pick all the furnitures. And this bed goes out first. You hear me?”

Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles. He leans down to press his lips on yours as he answers, “Loud and clear, baby.”

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[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Already dating

Word count: 1618

Genre: Probably fluff, idk really

Pairing: Natasha x gn!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: could you maybe write something with Natasha x male reader (if your comfortable, otherwise you can write it with female or gender neutral) where Natasha blushes when the reader compliments her in front of the team and the team immediately goes crazy and does everything in their power to get them together, only to find out they've been dating all along?

Summary: Steve and Tony (mostly Tony) lock you in an elevator to admit your feelings, not knowing you’re already together.

A/n: Thanks @mochamoff for the request, sorry it took so long to do it! I’m writing this authors note over a week before I’m posting the fic which is unusual because usually I post within twenty four hours of finishing. Anyways it feels nice to be on a break and this fic being posted means I’m officially back which I’m excited for. To be honest this fic isn’t the whole team, just Tony and Steve, but I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading!

“Next time you have to listen to me in the field Stark.” Steve says as soon as everyone is settled into their place on the jet.

“Actually I don’t, you have absolutely no power over me and as much as you want to be the leader of this team you are not so stop acting like it.” Tony snaps back.

“Someone has to step up and lead.” Steve tells him. “It’s not like you could do any better, you would probably mess things up.”

“Maybe I would, but I would do a hell of a lot better than you are doing.” Tony says. “You like to pretend you’re all high and good and above us but who made you leader? Nobody. You crave control so you took it.”

“I did what needed to be done.”

You watch them snap back and forth at one another a few more times, rolling your eyes at Natasha. She gives you a small smile to show that she’s amused and turns her attention back to your two teammates whose argument has only gotten more and more heated.

“Y/n what do you think?” Tony asks, catching you off guard.

“About what?”

“About who would be a better leader for the team.” he explains. You think for a moment and they both stand as tall as possible (in Tony’s case it isn’t tall at all) and puff out their chests. You scoff, the male ego is so big, even in men who are good and try to do the right thing.

“Neither.” you decide.

“Neither- but the team needs a leader, you have to pick someone.” Tony splutters.

“Just because I don’t think the best leader is either of you doesn’t mean I don’t think the team needs a leader.” you tell him. How one of the smartest people in the world can’t figure that out for himself is beyond you.

“So who would you choose then?” Steve asks, confused.

“Natasha obviously.” you say, smiling at her. The corners of her mouth tug up slightly and even that small movement makes you feel proud.

“No offense, but Natasha???” Tony asks, seemingly outraged. “Why?”

“Well first of all she doesn’t have a fragile male ego like you dumbasses.” you tell them. “But it’s more than just that. She’s smart, both book smart and street smart. She can hack into computers and memorize information easily and knows how to blend in, or to get people to like her. She is more rational than the both of you combined but is also good at making decisions on the fly. She is an excellent fighter and can keep track of strategies and she has connections in and out of the government, with backup plans for almost every situation. Not to mention she has an amazing heart and don’t argue like some other people on our team tend to do. And of course she’s absolutely gorgeous but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

You wink at her at the end of your mini speech and are surprised to find her cheeks noticeably pink. She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face when she thinks over your words.

“Abort mission, Romanoff is blushing and smiling, I think I might be about to die.” Tony states obnoxiously.

“Shut up, you’re just annoyed that she likes me better than you.” Natasha tells him, taking a breath to (mostly) collect herself.

“You’re scary when you’re happy. I haven’t seen you like that before.” he says. “Are you in love with Y/n or something?”

“Shut up.”

Tony smirks. “Make me.”

Natasha takes one threatening step towards him and that’s all it takes for him to back away, stuttering out apologies and mumbling under his breath about how Natasha is too scary to be a team leader. Natasha’s scare tactics do seem to work though because he doesn’t speak to anybody but himself for the rest of the ride home.

As soon as the jet touches down you and Natasha exit, heading straight to the room where you are supposed to be debriefed. Steve tries to follow but Tony grabs his arm to let him know to hold back a second.

“I know I joke but I honestly think they’re in love with each other.” Tony tells him. “I didn’t see it before today but there’s no way Y/n’s speech was platonic, who memorizes lists of reasons why they like their friends, not to mention their flirty wink at the end. And then Natasha, she’s scary but she was acting weird and happy around Y/n.”

“I hate to say this but I agree with you and they would make a cute couple.” Steve says. “But we should probably catch up now.”

Tony takes Steve’s words as an opportunity to stop being serious and become obnoxious again. “Onward dear captain, lead the way fearsome leader, how ever could I-”

“Tony I’m trying to be polite but you are making it very hard.”

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“Tony no.”

“Tony yes.”

“That is a horrible idea.”

Tony opens his mouth in outrage. “I think it’s a pretty good idea actually.”

“I won’t work.” Steve counters.

“Well I think it well and need I’m the only genius here.” he says smugly.

“You can’t force love!” Steve tells Tony, running his hand through his hair in frustration.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tony says, “I’m not forcing love, they are already in love. All I’m doing is giving them a little push.”

“By locking them in an elevator?” Steve asks in a deadpan voice.

“Exactly.”

“You can’t just go around locking people-” Steve starts to say but he gets cut off by Tony.

“Shhhhhhh, hi Y/n, hi Natasha.”

“Hi guys, what are you up to?” you ask, obvious to what was going on seconds before you entered the room. Natasha eyes them suspiciously because they are acting weird, holding their bodies stiffly, which means they are hiding something.

“We were just about to head down to the training room, want to come?” Tony lies smoothly while Steve shakes his head in the background.

“That sounds good,” you reply, “you want Tasha?”

“Okay.” she agrees, still eyeing both of them, Tony in particular suspiciously.

“Great!” Tony says and starts to walk towards the elevator and the rest of you follow him, Steve trying to convince himself that going along with Tony’s plan is doing no harm.

“Ladies first.” he says, stepping off to the side and giving a big flourish with his arm. It’s weird but then again Tony is always weird so you don’t think too much of it, stepping into the elevator. As soon as Natasha follows you in he orders Jarvis to close and lock the doors and to prevent the elevator from moving and then pulling up a screen so he can watch you.

“You better run when I get out of here!” Natasha yells. “You too Steve!”

“You’re going to thank me later.” Tony says. “Steve, why don’t you explain why we locked them in.”

“Um,” Steve hesitates, not knowing where to start, “well we think that you two need to talk about, um, feelings.”

“Feelings?” you ask, confused, while realization dawns over Natasha’s face.

“Um, yeah feelings.” Steve responds, feeling very awkward and hoping this works so he didn’t do all that for nothing.

“They don’t know we’re dating and they’re trying to get us together.” Natasha leans over and whispers in your ear before straightening back up and talking to Tony again. “I didn’t take you for such a romantic Stark.”

“What? I’m not- romantic me? Pepper says I’m the least romantic guy she’s ever been with.” he splutters, trying to regain his masculinity.

“And that is not a compliment.” you tell him. “But for some reason even though ‘you aren’t romantic’ you wanted to get us together.”

“Maybe I did,” he says. “but you have to admit that my plan is amazing and it's totally working.”

Natasha snorts “What part of this conversation screams working to you?”

“Well you haven’t killed Y/n yet and neither of you have denied your feelings so it’s obviously working. I expect a thank you speech dedicated to me at your wedding.” He says arrogantly.

“There will be no speech.” Natasha tells him.

“But there will be a wedding?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and Steve has to look away because it looks ridiculous.

“Hopefully.” you say, teasing Tony with your vagueness but also making Natasha smile as she thinks about what that might be like.

“Told you my plan would work.” Tony brags to Steve before telling Jarvis to release you from the elevator.

“Your plan sucked.” Natasha tells him. “We were already dating dumbasses.”

She grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room as Steve and Tony stare after you, shocked.

“Did you know about this?” Tony asks, looking at Steve with suspicion.

“Not at all.” Steve answers, his mouth still half open. In hindsight it should have been obvious. Of course Natasha wouldn’t want to be open about her dating life right away, she likes her secrets way too much.

---

“You owe me fifty bucks Y/n.” Natasha tells you once you’re out of earshot.

“Seriously?” you whine.

“You said they already knew but they didn't, so pay up.” She holds her hand outwards expectantly and you both laugh.

“Later.” you tell her. “There are more important things to do now.”

“Hmm, like what?” she teases gently, taking a step closer to you. Your breath catches because you still can’t believe you are dating someone this beautiful. You match her halfway and pull her into a deep kiss, only pulling back when you need to breath.

“This.”

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[frogtanii]

WRITTEN BIT BABEY :)

you leave the room with a heavy weight sitting on your heart that is only amplified by the serious look on kenma’s face. you ignore it in favor of turning on the tv and going to disney+, queuing up the original mulan knowing how into the story hinata would get. still refusing to face your friend, you move to the kitchen digging around the cabinets to find snacks.

“yn,” the sound of your name jolts you out of your focus even though you were expecting it. “can we please talk?”

it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, the only thing remaining being a heavy blanket of tension draping over the two of you. when you chance a look at kenma, you’re taken aback by the unreadable look on his face--it's overwhelming and you have to take a step back.

you turn away from him, unable to look for long without your mind racing and heart clenching with unknown guilt. a hand gently touches your shoulder, the feeling sending a shock of discomfort down your spine.

"we need to talk about kuroo," kenma starts, his golden eyes desperately searching for your own but you refuse to make eye contact, too afraid of what his expression might hold. when you don't move to face him, kenma sighs and moves somewhere behind you. the sound of a barstool scraping against the tiled floors alerts you that he's probably sitting down which signals a long and emotion-packed conversation.

"he texted me today." the relatively innocent statement is weighed down by the many implications behind it. your mind begins to race--what could that even mean? did he talk about you? your childhood? what he had done to you and more importantly, why? "what did you guys talk about?" the question is out of your mouth before you can stop it, desperation creeping into the edges of your voice.

you finally, finally, shift to face him, mentally steeling yourself for the upbringing of things you'd much rather forget.

"he's playing with you yn. you know it, i know it, he knows it. you need to separate yourself from him," kenma says, his voice monotone and soft. "i-i love you, you know that right?" you nod but remain tight-lipped, allowing your best friend to finish his piece.

"i know you think he's changed but some people never do. i just- i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i didn't say anything and let him hurt you like before." he lets out a deep breath and runs his hands through his almost entirely brown hair. something glints under the soft kitchen lights and you recognize it as the bracelet you'd bought him back in your first year of high school. you smile to yourself, not noticing the look of admiration in his eyes and the soft smile gracing his lips.

the sound of a door opening startles the both of you from your silent reverie, your eyes trailing to the hallway where hinata stands bundled up in four blankets and looking absolutely miserable. "oh shō," you whisper, his puffy eyes already welling up with tears.

kenma moves faster than you, kindly (well as kind as kenma can be) moving the hinata burrito to the couch with you following closely behind. you plop yourself down right next to the redhead, his body coming to rest in your lap. you can't help but lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, running your fingers through his orange locks.

"w-what were y-you guys talking a-about?" shōyō asks, his voice watery and thick with tears. you shake your head at his question, not wanting to bog him down with depressing tales about one of his friends. "nothing baby, nothing. how are you feeling? do you need anything? water, snacks?" your fingers never leave his head, even when he turns to look at you frustratedly, his cheeks puffing in annoyance.

"i want you to tell me what you guys were talking about," he orders, fumbling his body burrito until he's sitting upright between you and kenma. "i'm not a baby, y'know."

kenma barks out a laugh, leaning over to ruffle hinata's hair. "says the one who's been crying all day," hinata giggles at the contact before kenma adds, "baby." you grin as hinata tries to force a pout on his face but it doesn't work, a small smile worming its way there instead.

"we can talk about it later, hm?" you say as you stand before moving to the kitchen to get snacks. hinata nods and snuggles into kenma's arms while mulan begins to play in the background. you're quick to join them, handing a bag of chips to kenma while shō presses a kiss to your cheek before settling in to watch the movie.

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turns out the later was much later--you'd gotten through all of mulan, frozen one and two, and half of moana before hinata tried to bring kuroo up again.

"shō, you really don't want to hear about it," you groan while cleaning up the kitchen, carefully evading hinata as he follows close behind. "but you promised," he whines, finally grabbing hold of you and resting his head on your shoulder. kenma pops his head from around the corner with a mouthful of pocky's and shakes his head before speaking up. "you should tell him--he deserves to know why you transfered to karasuno in our third year."

you roll your eyes before bopping hinata on the forehead, sending him to the ground with a moan. "fine but if i'm going to be forced to relive the hell that was my high school years, i'm gonna do it over text." with that, you playfully stomp back over to the couch, bringing out your phone and lying down, determined to get this conversation over with as fast as possible.

© promiscuous boy ;)

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an: holy shit this took me FOREVER AND IT SUCKS ASS IM SO SORRY this is not how i wanted this explanation to go but my writing juice dissipated i am so sorry 😞 don’t worry abt feeding me idk if i wanna hear it for this trash LMAO

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Alright I made the Picrew checklist. I tried to simplify it as much as I could but like

SO MANY IDEAS

This is very long so buckle up. (Circular brackets for examples) [square brackets for my own thoughts]

Picrew checklist:

- many different skin colour options (both realistic and "neon")

- vitiligo options [maybe with different colours?]

- other skin options (face/body freckles, acne, scars, blush, etc. Preferably multiple tabs [3?] to be able to choose more than one)

- different options for ears (human, pointy, animal, etc)

- different nose shapes

- different mouth options

- eye types

- separate tab for each eye (for characters with heterochromia)

- eye colours

- iris options

- sclera colours

- eyebrow options (thin, bushy, eyebrow slit for right/left)

- multiple tabs for hair, separate colour choices (base hair, front hair, sideburns, ponytails. Also, options for bald and shaved)

- non- human features (horns, wings, tails, halos, different number of eyes, etc)

- multiple layers of clothing (undershirt, normal shirt, top layer (hoodie/jacket/uniform))

- head/hair accessories (masks, plasters, flower crowns, etc)

- hand gesture options

- different genders

- different body types? [might be difficult to do]

- pride pins [more than one tab?]

- piercings (ear, nose, lip, brow, etc)

- jewelry (necklace/choker, rings?, bracelets?)

- background options (solid colour, image, that emote thing?, etc) [multiple tabs]

- watermark (preferably a few options for where to put it, so it doesn't cover up the of too much)

Specific for captainsonas:

- options for helmets (colours, types, cracked or not) [separate tab?]

- options for hats (types, colours) [separate tab?]

- options for hands: with/without gloves, with/without crystal, with scar from crystal

- [this one is just something my captainsona has so you don't have to include it, but something like "infection" because of the crystal? Like lines of glowing blue from crystal going up arm to neck. Maybe different levels of it? Idk just being self indulgent here haha]

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Alright that's all for now, but I have so many more ideas. If you have any questions for anything I wrote down, just ask!

-💻🌌

aaaa!!! okay!! this is a lot (/pos) but im gonna go through each one, so be warned yall this is a long post. (i added the taglist here because there's a lot of useful info and so that yall don't repeat suggestions too often lol. also, there is a general announcement about the picrew in bold. you can skip to that if you want.)

skin colors: done, i already have eight human and eight rainbow skin tones lol

vitiligo options: i'm adding skin markings after the basic features, so it will come later (not sure if i'll add them before or after the wip releases tho, we'll see) but different colors is a great idea!

other skin options: see above. i like the tabs idea, will definitely do that

different ears: i do have different pointy and finned ears, but i was planning on making animal ears seperate. now that you say it tho, it might make more sense to put them with the rest of the ears. will add that to my non-basic list though because i'll probaby put them in a seperate tab

different noses: i'll actually be drawing those next! my normal art style basically only draws the shadow under the nose, but i do want to have diversity, so i'll have to do some research on that. animal noses are happening too for sure :)

different mouths: god. im. let's just say i have done that. (/lh) there's thirteen different expressions with six tooth styles and two tongue styles each. that's not even including the creepy ones, so don't worry, i've got that covered.

eye types: i assume you mean expressions/shapes? i'm planning on adding those

seperate tab for each eye: good idea, somehow i didn't even think about that

eye colors/sclera colors: yup, i've already got a suggestion for sclera colors, and i'm definitely adding eye colors

iris options: i assume this is the shape of the pupil- i'll definitely have that, but i need to figure out how to make sure they all fit in the different eye shapes lol (if anyone knows please help lol)

eyebrow options: done! except the slit, i think, but i will add that later

multiple tabs for hair/seperate color choices/shaved and bald options: yup, already planning on those!

multiple layers of clothing: also planning to do this already!

head/hair accessories: this also would be a non-basic thing, but i will add them

hand gesture options: unfortunately, i've decided won't be adding hands to this picrew anytime soon. i've talked to someone else about this too, and basically it's a whole new element with too much work. maybe, in the distant future, after i've already added the non-basic options, i'll add them, but i don't see myself doing that before then. i know it's a big part of the captain's image, with the gloves and warp crystal, and it would definitely be super cool, but it's simply too time-consuming and difficult. sorry, but i'll add plenty of other cool features to make up for it!

different genders: the picrew cuts off just below the armpits, so you can't really tell if the chest is there or not.

different body types: it's definitely doable, but it's gonna be in the non-basic list unfortunately. the body itself should be fairly easy, but head shapes i might struggle with- don't get me wrong, i'm not making excuses, my face shape doesn't match the current option either lol.

pride pins: ooh good idea, i hadn't thought of that somehow. again, will be non-basic though.

piercings and jewelry: already planning to do them! i will have to shove most of that FAR into the non-basic list though because i could spend DAYS making up different piercings and jewelry.

background options: i forgot about those somehow, lol. i'll definitely have them, but might start with just solid colors for the basic features.

watermark: i keep forgetting to make that!!!! i always remember it when im in the middle of doing something else and then forget by the time i finish. i did make a cool signature years ago, but i'd have to go find it bc i made it before i used krita. i'll add the different locations though, once i finally add it lol

helmets: yep, definitely adding those! i've already had a suggestion for the cracked helmet, too, so i'll do that- maybe have an option that's partially transparent so you can make a face inside it? idk, but that's definitely on the list

hats: also have gotten a suggestion for that! i'll definitely add the beret and the fedora, and maybe some other options if i have time.

hands: see above, sorry :/

crystal infection thingy: that! is! so! cool!!! i'll definitely put that on the list with the skin markings

okay that's it, i am sorry to everyone on the taglist that did not sign up for this super long post. taglist below.

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ps while you're down here: sorry for the lack of picrew content lately, i've been very busy this week and only just had time to update the taglist. i'll hopefully get to work on the picrew itself some more soon tho :)

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :( 

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what        you heard jewelry or something      and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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[azucanela]

ack anon with the dress hcs here- tysvm for those!! my heart~ ok so another random idea i just needed to share but bakugou/deku/todoroki first frenchie kiss with their s.o. and neither of them have much experience 😖 lots of fluffy awkwardness y'know? idk. again go ahead and add on but don't stress yourself!

FRENCH KISSES WITH THEIR S/O [GN!HEADCANNONS]

[ft. bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, todoroki shouto]

SUMMARY: someone decides to bring of french kissing and as expected; its chaotic.

WORD COUNT: french kissing? nothing explicit, very mildly suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, maybe second hand embarrassment but i doubt it, awkward situations

A/N: my search history is “how to french kiss now” which is the main reason i held off on doing this one ajkshdkjah also this is my first time writing for our boy deku so uhhhh be kind to me, also anon you are now dress anon also i tried something new because i couldn’t bring myself to write full scenarios also i can’t write for midoriya i TRIED BUT I THINK HIS IS BAD

BAKUGO KATSUKI

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

lol this is funny

THIS

this is peak comedy right here

hes gonna be so embarrassed but hes gonna try to act like hes completely unaffected by everything that is going on

i feel like he knows what french kissing is and has definitely thought about french kisses with you but he would never bring it up because it embarrassing for him

he might just randomly try it and place you in a complete state of shock, like y’all are just making out and— whoops would you look at that somehow you two are now french kissing! wonder how that happened... 

if you ask him he will flat out deny you the first time around because he is embarrassed, but keep trying!! after a few attempts he’s gonna claim to be annoyed but it’s actually because he wants to

“Hey Katuski, you know what we should do—”

Bakugou slams the textbook that laid on his lap shut, a sound reverberating through the library the two had gone two, which earned him a strict glare from the librarian seated at the front desk. His eyes narrowed as they look to Y/N, “if you say French kissing, I swear I will break up with you right now.”

Despite his harsh words, Y/N can see the pink blush that dusts his cheeks as they lean forward on their arm, tilting their head at him innocently as they reply, “actually, I was thinking we could go see a movie later.” Their words only worsen the blush on Bakugou’s cheeks, causing him to snap his head away in an attempt to salvage some of his reputation, “but that works too.” 

“Shut up you damn nerd.” The boy grumbles, brows furrowing as he leans back in his seat, looking away as he says, “if it’ll get you to stop asking then I guess we can try it.” Y/N is about to open their mouth to reply but Bakugou quickly adds, “only once though! Damn nerd...”

A grin finds its way onto Y/N’s face and they nod slowly, “great.”

“I hate you.”

honestly i feel like he would lowkey be bad at it the first time around and bakugou is the type of person where if he tries something and isn’t good at it immediately he either avoids this activity entirely or tirelessly works to improve his skill

luckily for you this happens to be a skill that bakugou wants to improve, alot because for some reason you wanted to try this and if he’s not good at it then whats the point

regardless the first time around is like a solid 6.75/10 sorry bakugou oops, you tried, but i feel like he’s already a really like aggressive and like harsh kisser so this is just gonna make things a mess

he can be soft sometimes tho i swear

i feel like he would get good at it after some ~practice~ but even then its a rare occurrence to french kiss with bakugou, its really intimate and he saves it for special occasions or when hes bored lol

IZUKU MIDORIYA

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

THIS ONE

OH YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THIS like apologize, apologize rn for the stress you are about to cause him

if you try to initiate a french kiss with izuku here, you NEED to tell him ahead of time or else things will go south very very fast. he’s going to panic because this is new and he does not understand what is happened oh my-

give him a heads up whenever you want to try something new, so when you pull this while kissing him he’s going to pull away like what a r e you d o i n g 

once you tell him he’s gonna be like let’s do this tomorrow, and then will spend the rest of the day RESEARCHING how to french kiss properly, like he’s on wikihow and everything this boy wants to treat you right and is going to make sure you enjoy it

which is when when y’all finally french kiss he is going to be good at it okay, he’ll learn every strategy possible and then he will be a PRO like you’re probably going to be shocked for a hot minute because wait when did he have the time to get good at this—

you’re definitely his first partner and he had no experience prior to you but he trained himself because going into any anything blind and without a plan places him in a state of distress

this was a PLANNED EVENT it was like a date except without all the date stuff just french kissing, like he texts you “hey lets try that thing you wanted to try...” all shy and stuff like he literally took five minutes to actually send the text, and you are trying to figure out what that thing is because deku do you mean like the coffee shop ?? what ??

you make him specify and he nearly dies but its fine its fine, when he finally gets his point across you’re like okay! cool!

overall its a pretty nice experience, i feel like he would be really gentle with you per usual but it was also probably really awkward like homeboy fr sat you down on the bed and just stared at you with bright red cheeks for like

a really hot minute

Y/N brow raised as they stared at Izuku, who’s eyes had pierced into their head since they’d sat down. Oddly enough, Y/N found his meticulous planning of this to just make the situation more awkward, it had done nothing to relieve the burning sensation in their cheeks. But Y/N had a feeling that only one of them could flustered about this or else everything would fall apart rather quickly. It had also been their idea in the first place so, there was that factor too.

“Are you alright, Izuku—”

“FINE. I—I’m fine, I mean.” He cleared his throat as he sat across from them, his cheeks a bright red color as Y/N tilted their head at his antics.

A small laugh escaped them, “If you don’t want to do this Izuku, we don’t have to.” He’d always been easily flustered, so Y/N couldn’t say his reaction came as a shock, but he’d agreed to it nonetheless just yesterday.

This seemed to bring the boy back to reality as he shook his head, “no... I want to.” He straightened in his seat, looking away from Y/N as he tried to collect himself.

A grin spread across Y/N’s face as they leaned closer to Izuku, “fantastic.” Their words only served to fluster Izuku further, though Y/N could feel their cheeks warming as well. 

“Right.”

french kissing will not be a regular occurrence, izuku feels embarrassed whenever it happens, he gets shy, all around a very rare thing for him that will only occur if you initiate it, but PLEASE let him know ahead of time, he needs to mentally prepare himself

he enjoys it though 

hehe

TODOROKI SHOUTO

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

why am i laughing rn

okay but like shouto probably discovers it online entirely by accident or like hears kaminari talking about it and decides he should educate himself because hes fluent in french and knows alot about the culture of france because of all the tutors his father hired so why doesn’t he know what this elusive french kissing his? 

shouto is also fluent in kissing he honestly just really enjoys kissing you, he doesn’t know why but its probably because hes touch starved and just likes intimacy like that but he never really knew how much he liked physical touch until he actually experience it [in a positive way] and also you are SOFT :D

regardless shouto is the one who brings it up and honestly you are gonna be shocked because how did this clueless bb find out about that??? sir??? who is teaching you these things?

“You want to do what?” 

Y/N couldn’t help the shock that flooded them as they stared at their boyfriend, Shouto Todoroki, who sat with his legs crossed before them on the bed as he replied, “French kissing.” The boy in question repeated, tilting his head at them as he watched her reaction.

Y/N shook their head in an attempt to clear their thoughts as they looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, “who taught you about that?” In the past, Y/N had been forced to explain... certain subjects to Shouto because of things he’d overheard in conversations or seen online. Sometimes it was entirely innocent and other times, well it wasn’t. This time around, it seemed Shouto had took it upon himself to learn, rather than asking Y/N. 

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Come his response, brows furrowing at her question, “however, if its not something you’re interested in then—”

“I didn’t say that!” And Y/N couldn’t help how their cheeks warmed at how quickly they cut him off, hands coming to their face in embarrassment.

the internet and unintentionally kaminari, or maybe intentionally 

he doesn’t do any research in fact, he might not even bring it up, next time he sees you in a private space, he’s just gonna start kissing you and you’re probably gonna be like aight bet thats chill this is normal

UNTIL he just grabs your thigh and in the shock your mouth gapes open and SHOUTO STRIKES

honestly i feel like he would be ridiculously good at french kissing for no reason, i don’t know why, i have no explanation, he’s just good at it 

its a talent

of all the boys he is the least embarrassed he has no shame, its just natural curiosity right? whatever happens happens. it is literally so annoying how UNFAZED HE IS

probably really liked it because hes a touchy kinda guy, so this will become a more frequent thing when you two are in private, he just enjoys it 

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