#pinky promise drabble

[teastainedprose]

Homelander pinky promises

Homelander isn't a tender man. He isn't soft or gentle. There's no room for such sentiments when you're a God. All the sweetness was wrung out ages ago. Vogelbaum had seen to that. Yet, when Ryan flings himself at him, he doesn't push his son away. He tightens his hold, mindful not to squeeze too tight even if Homelander knows Ryan is durable. He's a God as well, but a young one. Still tender and kind. When Ryan crawls into his lap as if he's far smaller than he truly is, Homelander simply adjusts on the couch to make room. He would never reject his son as he seeks closeness, knowing how alone he must have felt being left with 'Aunt' Grace. He's here now and that's all that matters. Homelander is determined to give his son the childhood he deserves. The one he never had. "You weren't lying when you said you're not mad, right?" Ryan asks, voice small. "Hey, what's all this-?" Homelander starts, but the expression on Ryan's face gives him pause. A myriad of expressions flicker across Homelander's features before it softens. "No, I wasn't lying."

"-and you're always going to be here for me, right?" Ryan shifts, grip tightening as he gives Homelander an uncertain look. "Yeah, I promise." Homelander huffs softly, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Pinkie promise?" Sitting up, Ryan holds out his hand with pinky extended. That perplexes Homelander for a second before he holds up his own hand. His gloves had been long removed before his visit with Ryan. He offers his pinky, "Pinky promise."

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Literature

day 3! @youngroyals-events

“I thought you were a literature student?” “This is literature!” Wille is a very serious literature student, thank you very much.

Read below or on ao3! (cw: implied sexual content)

To the surprise of no one, graduate school turned out to be a little demanding. Still, Wille enjoyed it. He did. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was actually producing something worthwhile. Finally, he had an outlet for all the confusion and turmoil growing up, an explanation for why it’d been so hard to accept himself for who he was. In literature, in tracing lines between characters and plot lines, connecting authors and themes, he found answers. He found common ground and explanations for the world around him. It helped him see beauty in the little, mundane things and simplicity in the big, complicated things. No more was it, why do I feel like this about another boy? It was oh, you felt this, too, and it all turned out okay. The humanity in his readings and the brilliance in discussing it with others, the searching for answers and that spark of joy when he finally connected two pieces together, it kept him going. All that, along with periodic praise from his advisor, plenty of coffee, and, of course, almost more than anything, Simon. 

Simon. Wille knew that he could’ve done the whole thing by himself – he’d enrolled before even meeting Simon, thank you very much – but something about having the man by his side, going through the same slog of self-doubt and fear and exhaustion made it all the more worthwhile. To have each other to go back to at the end of the day meant everything to Wille, and he was pretty sure Simon felt the same. He still didn’t know who to thank at the university for that silly bonding trip, but Wille was eternally grateful to whatever almighty force had brought Simon into his life. That first day, Simon’s shy smile and blushing cheeks, which quickly turned to sassy remarks and teasing smirks, had been a ray of sunlight in Wille’s life. Things had already been fine, even good, but Simon brought something more. Something Wille would never be able to put into words. Wille could read every book ever written and still never find the words to describe it, that thing that brought them together, that tug at his core; come closer, be near me, be with me.

All told, the little pieces of Wille’s life fit together well. Most days, he remembered to eat meals at reasonable intervals and got at least a few hours of sleep every night. Sometimes, he even went to the gym. Unfortunately, graduate school didn’t give a fuck if you were happy and in love and generally having a good time. It had a way of pulling apart all those little pieces and scattering them across the room, like an ornery housecat. On this particular day, Wille felt as though someone had stuck a spoon up his nose and scrambled his brain. He’d been reading the same three papers for days now and was making no progress, he had dozens of unread emails sitting in his inbox, and only one line written for his writing workshop assignment (which was due in two days). Needless to say, he was exhausted. There was only one thing he wanted to do: curl up in bed with his boyfriend. Very rudely, Simon was busy with rehearsals, so Wille was cursed to spend the evening alone. 

Sighing dramatically, he fell into bed, then squirmed around in frustration. It made him feel a bit better.

As was typical of a literature student – Wille, ever the cliché – his room was covered in books, haphazardly stacked in precarious piles on every available surface. Most were of respectable nature, if a little promiscuous. A few, however, were of a different breed. Since he had the time to kill, he pulled out a book from the bottom of one of the stacks, huffing when the whole pile toppled over. 

The cover was a swirling array of dark fabric, and nothing more. In simple serif font, the title read: “Velvet Desires: Passion Unleashed". And, so what if Wille liked to read trashy smut novels in his free time? He spent so much time dissecting prose and interpreting symbolism, who could blame him if every once and a while he just wanted to turn his brain off?

Simon found him like that hours later, half reading the book and half dozing. 

“Hi, baby,” Simon purred, crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Wille’s waist, burying his face there. 

Wille smiled and set the book to the side, then pulled Simon closer. “Hello, my love.”

“Missed you,” Simon said into the fabric of Wille’s shirt, the sound a bit muffled. 

“I missed you, too. Did you have a good rehearsal?”

Simon simply hummed and lifted his head, smiling sleepily. Wille glanced at his book for a moment, and Simon followed his eye line. They both froze, before they each pounced on the book at the same time. Simon was faster. He jumped out of the bed and spun away from Wille’s reach. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a book,” Wille huffed, grabbing at it. Simon giggled and climbed across the bed, dodging Wille again. 

Simon gasped dramatically as his eyes skimmed over the back cover. He looked up with mock horror on his face. Wille rolled his eyes. 

“I thought you were a literature student?” 

“I am– That is literature!” 

“This is smut, Wille.”

Wille groaned. “Come on, Simon, give it!” 

They chased each other around the room a moment longer, Wille not really upset and Simon not really horrified, before collapsing back onto the bed. 

“Very uncouth,” Simon tsked, poking a finger at Wille’s chest. 

“There’s a lot of good symbolism in there.”

“Oh, is there?” Simon asked, tone low. He rolled and moved to straddle Wille, leaning down to kiss gently at his jaw. “What else is in there?”

“Simon…” he whispered, then brought his hands up and gripped Simon’s hips, before sliding warm fingers up his back, along each vertebrae. 

“Anything fun?” 

Wille hummed, then curled a hand around Simon’s neck and brought their lips together. 

“I can show you.”

[shywhumpauthor]

Hero finds villain, who was missing for ages, just walking down the street and they see that villain is badly injured and they freak out

(I apologise for my strange grammar lol)

Also gender neutral if you can!!!

I love your work sm

-💜

Of course! My nameless character stuff is almost always gender neutral btw!

I realize this wasn’t written entirely to match the request, I got a bit carried away lol, hope this is close enough!

Cw: cold whump, overworking, exhaustion, unhealthy work relationship, kinda obsession? Abuse, injuries, implied torture/kidnapping, mentioned accidental almost-killing, mentioned infection

Hero was running on two hours of sleep and a venti cup of espresso. To say they were exhausted was an understatement. The only thing keeping them upright was the fact that they were physically unable to sit still.

They were nearing the tenth month now, and things weren't getting better.

When Villain had first disappeared, Hero had tried to convince themself it was a good thing. That it was for the better. Their nemesis, the one whom they had been spending day and night trying to capture, plotting their downfall, straight up and disappeared. It was good, it was what Hero had wanted all along, right? To bring peace to the city, to once and for all protect it from the very person who's sole intent was to burn it to the ground.

They had tried not to care too much. They were sure there was some sort of reasoning to explain why Villain just left. Off the map, complete radio silence. Perhaps they had a moral awakening. They got out of bed one morning, realized what they were doing was wrong, and just stopped. Abandoned whatever malicious plans they were in the middle of carrying out, and began to lead a normal, legal life. It was a nice thought, but Hero knew better than to believe it. They knew Villain better than to believe it.

Superhero had told them not to bother looking. Villain was gone, now they could focus better on the new uprising threat of Supervillain. If they weren’t causing trouble, they weren’t worth their attention. It’s not your job anymore, Superhero had said. Not their job, not their problem. It shouldn’t have been taking up their attention.

But there was a feeling, the nagging thoughts that lingered in the back of their mind, telling them that something wasn’t right. The little pinpricks of unease that rose whenever they thought of the criminal that wouldn’t let them sleep at night, wouldn’t let them focus.

So they started to look. Pulling on every thread of an idea, flipping the city upside down in their efforts. They searched all the records, visited all the past scenes of conflicts, searching for hints as to where the criminal may have gone. There was nothing. The police records cut off at the same date Villain had gone missing. Every crime since had been traceable to a certain person at a certain time, and none of them were villain.

Maybe they left, Superhero had tried to console them, urging them back to work. Maybe they found a different city. They’re not your problem anymore, Hero.

But they were their problem. Superhero’s words had only prompted them to search the surrounding cities as well, and a few beyond that as well. Nothing.

That’s how they found themself walking. The sidewalk was slicked with frost, the first flurries of a snowstorm just beginning to break from the thick carpet of dark clouds. Walking, they didn’t know where they were going, didn’t know when they would stop. They knew they ought to get inside, to return home before the storm left them stranded in the middle of the city. The streets were near empty, anyone sensible had gone indoors long before, only dotted with the occasional straggling car or lonesome person hurrying to shelter.

Their breath clouded against the air, hands stuffed deep in their jacket’s pockets. Maybe they’d stop at some twenty-four hour cafe, shelter there for a bit while refueling their depleted caffeine supplements. Yeah, that’s what they’d do. Get out of the storm before they froze, warm up by a heater and a steaming mug before returning to their aimless search. They didn’t know where they were looking, only a faint idea of who they were looking for, but any efforts were better than none.

•••

Hero couldn’t say they saw them at first. They were like a shadow, curled between some dirty steps and an alley wall, their frail body sheltered behind a flimsy sheen of fabric that did little to protect against the onslaught of cold. Their mind didn’t even comprehend it at first, mistaking the lumpy form for another snow-covered trash bag full of whatever muck lined the filthy streets. They only did a double-take when they heard the sound, a cough so small, so weak it was nearly lost to the wind. They hesitated in their tracks, their body moving on account rather than their mind before backpedaling a few steps.

It took them a few moments to discern that the hunched figure was in fact a person, and a few more to figure out if they were even alive. But then they coughed again, bony frail hand, blistered and pale from the frost raised to cover their mouth.

“Hey,” Hero was moving towards them before they could think twice. They were a hero, after all. They helped people regardless of all factors. It was their job. “Hey, buddy, you gotta get inside-”

The words died against their tongue as they watched the figure cringe, their head raising just a fraction so they could glare through half-swollen eyes. Hero froze, their heart sinking down to rest like a weight in the pits of their stomach, heavy and sickening. Their face, what was visible of it behind the fabric—Hero couldn’t tell if it was a blanket, a shawl, or some tattered jacket, it was so worn—was littered with all sorts of marks. Bruises and scratches and scars, fresh and old alike, skin smudged with dried flecks of blood and grime.

“Gedd’away from me,” Their voice came out more rasp than words, syllables so deformed it took Hero a moment to register what had been said.

“Woah, calm down, calm down,” Hero held their hands out as they took a slow step forwards, trying to show they weren’t a threat. The stranger still drew back, eyes flashing with a fearful, raw emotion. “My name’s Hero, I can help you, okay? I can bring you to a hospital, or the station-“

“Hero?” They repeated, the words falling uneasy from their busted lips. Something shone darkly behind their features, their expression hardening into a cold hostility.

“Yeah, I’m Hero. Can you tell me your name? Do you know what happened?” Hero crouched down, their knees hitting against the cracked sidewalk as they lowered to the stranger’s level.

“Get away,” The other spat, words dripping with a venom colder than the wind. Hero was taken aback, not just by the sheer hatred shining in their eyes, but the force which they spoke, not at all matching their broken voice. “I don’t- I don’t want your help. Go- go,”

Even if it had been warm out, and the person didn’t look like they had been beaten an inch from death, Hero wouldn’t have left. A twinge of something nagged at their mind, only prompting them to inch closer despite the stranger’s hissed curses.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Hero said slowly and clearly, the icy wind threatening to snatch the hat from their head, to free their scarf to the storm. “Please, let me help you,”

“Fucking- get away!” The stranger screamed, their grain legs kicking out and nearly catching Hero in the knee. They were quick to jump back, though lacking their usual graceful precision, eyes widening. “Get away from me!”

As they yelled, the fabric slipped from their form, falling past their shoulders. They were quick to snatch it up, covering their head once more, but not before Hero saw the mark on the side of their neck. Hidden amongst an array of deep purple splotches and scorched burns, the thin white scar Hero had grown so familiar to over the years. Just under their jaw, stretching nearly halfway across their throat before curving up towards their chin. Hero knew that scar so well, burned into their mind. It had been their dagger that made it after all. A mistake, it had been. When they were about to take Villain into custody, they had wrenched back. They hadn’t been aware of the blade in the skirmish, nearly slitting their own throat in the frenzy for escape.

They knew that scar so well because had hd been the one to carry Villain back to their home, to take care of the wound and all the others they sustained in the midst of the fight, provide them antibiotics and comfort through the subsequent infection.

“Shit,” Hero whispered, a low ringing settling in their ears. They stood up straight and the world lurched around them, tilting and swaying around Villain’s abused, hateful expression.

Shit.

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We all know superhero 10000% kidnapped and ruthlessly tortured villain

[sweetestofchaos]

Pinky Promise | K.SJ x M.YG

Yoongi's love langue is one that Seokjin is fluent in.

p. yoongi x seokjin

w. fluff - shy!yoongi - existing relationship

wc. 747

a/n: @theharrowing, thank you so much for sending in this drabble request. you know i'm a sucker for yoonjin! i hope you enjoy this tooth rotting fluff.

Seokjin loves Yoongi. That is a statement and promise all in three words. Wherever Yoongi is, Seokjin is never too far behind. They move as one, a body and its shadow. Seokjin will never let Yoongi go, never let him out of his sight any longer than necessary. It took a while to learn Yoongi’s love language with the smaller man being so shy but Seokjin knows Yoongi inside and out.

When Seokjin first approached Yoongi, it was during work hours. The shorter man looked adorable to Seokjin as he struggled to get a sleeve of filters from the upper shelf in the break room. Seokjin came up beside him and reached upward without a word. His wrist grazed the tips of Yoongi’s fingernails and as he held the filters out in a silent offering, Yoongi’s Adam’s apple bobbed harshly and he muttered a feather soft, “thank you,” before he grabbed the filters and hurried out the room.

Seokjin chuckles to himself as he watches the love of his life dance around the kitchen on sock-covered feet. Yoongi hums along to a song on the radio and Seokjin licks his lips as Yoongi turns around with a pout on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” 

“C-Can you pull my sleeves up? They keep getting in the way and my hands are dirty.”

Seokjin rises from his seat at the island counter and walks around to where Yoongi is standing with his hands hovering over a bowl of raw fish. Standing behind Yoongi, Seokjin lightly grabs Yoongi’s wrists one at a time and wraps his hand around the hem of the sleeve before he pushes it upward. The pale skin of Yoongi’s wrist and forearm are exposed to the cool air in the apartment, making goosebump rise. Seokjin leans in, his chest pressed lightly against Yoongi’s back as he trails the tips of his fingers along the veins that show along Yoongi’s wrist. 

Yoongi shivers and grabs hold of the bowl, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he melts against Seokjin. The firmness of Seokjin’s chest, the warmth that radiates from underneath his shirt is a strong and soothing reminder that Yoongi isn’t alone. He will never be alone. 

Seokjin’s hands cover Yoongi’s, their fingers intertwining with a small squeeze before plush lips press into Yoongi’s temple and he sighs, closing his eyes. Seokjin is a summer day full of fresh air and blooming flowers, his smile is the sun and his touch is an addicting blanket that Yoongi finds himself seeking out at all times. 

As Seokjin’s hands fall away, Yoongi’s eyes flutter open and he turns around, catching Seokjin’s hand in a tight hold. Seokjin smiles down at Yoongi and leans forward, pressing a kiss right between Yoongi’s eyes.

“You want me to stay?” 

Yoongi nods his head, his face flushing and Seokjin grins. 

“I’ll wash my hands and help, okay?”

Yoongi is reluctant to let Seokjin go and Seokjin laughs lightly.

“Yoongi-ah, help me wash my hands?” 

Seokjin twists his hand in Yoongi’s hold and manages to capture both of Yoongi’s pinkies in a single handed hold. They walk over to the skink and again, Yoongi is caged between Seokjin’s arms. He keeps his eyes on the sink, memorized by the way Seokjin’s hands swallow his own without even trying. The water is warm, not too hot or too cold but the soap is cool to the touch. The white foam is airy as Seokjin rubs it between his Yoongi’s fingers, twisting the tip of his fingers playfully before he leaves slippery streaks of soap up Yoongi’s wrists and higher, stopping midway up his forearm. 

Seokjin’s fingers apply just the right amount of pressure as he starts to massage the soapy lather into Yoongi’s skin. Warmth spreads through Yoongi’s veins, Seokjin’s touch is scorching. A heat that Yoongi can never get enough of. His fingers twitch and Seokjin kisses the crown of his head.

“Feel good?” 

“I love you.”

It’s said so suddenly but Seokjin is surprised. Yoongi’s love is always there, in everything he does and says. Those three words mean just as much as the food that Yoongi cooks with his own two hands. Seokjin nuzzles against Yoongi’s temple and nips at his earlobe playfully as Yoongi’s skin heats from embarrassment. Under the flow of the warm water, Seokjin slips his pinky around Yoongi’s and hooks it around before he gives it a light squeeze.

“I love you too, Yoongi. Pinkie promise, always.”

[sexynetra]

obv i think of Beloved sitcty (!!!!!!) and the gals being in love :)

Taking you to the ABBA museum to declare my love to you for appreciating my silly little Olympic fic <333333

[neko-pan-poetry]

Your best is not the least

Your best is beautiful

Just give it to me yeah,

C'mon, it's got to go somewhere

I want it

I'll have it

Look, we can even trade if you'd like

You give me yours

And I swear I'll give mine

[rodolfoparras]

Have a lovely weekend everyone!!🫶🏻

Hello this kitty is wishing you a wonderful day/ night!!!

[emmyrosee]

*NOT A REQUEST* just a thought I desperately needed to share….. Sukuna definitely does not like ur friends like he says u should ditch them for him and like whenever you have to leave his house early cause u promised to meet ur friend somewhere for smth he’s getting all pouty and finds ways for u to stay LIKE HES JUST SO SOFT FOR U OMGGGG🥹🥹🫡

I mean was I not supposed to write a drabble? Physically impossible-

——

“Baby, I’ll be back so soon!”

“No, you won’t.”

Sukuna doesn’t like when you leave him. It’s not uncommon for him to throw a small fit when you tell him you have to leave, when you assure him you’ll come back to him at night and curl up in his side while you both go to sleep.

But when you have plans without him? And you’re not just leaving for errands?

He’s the world’s biggest baby.

Sukuna crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, “you’re going to be out with her all night, and I’m barely going to see you because the second you come home, you’ll be too tired! How is that fair!”

You click your tongue in adoration and make your way over to him, cupping his sharp jawline in your hands and kissing the tip of his nose, “I can’t just be all yours; sometimes, you have to share me.”

“I share you,” he snaps.

You giggle and shake your head, “you share me with choso and yuuji while youre buried in my neck- and as much as I adore it, I do unfortunately have to see other people too, honey.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to want your company.”

“Kuna-“

“Oh no,” he begins dramatically, raising his hands in defense. “I can tell when I’m not wanted.” He huffs and makes his way away from you and to the couch, knee bouncing wildly as he tries to hide the facade that he actually, immensely, cares that you’re leaving. “Just say you hate my affection and go.”

You snort and quickly follow him to the couch, curling up beside him, “I love your affection. You know that. But I promised her we’d grab dinner, okay?”

“No.”

“And I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Don’t care.”

“Can I have a kiss goodbye?”

“No.”

You toss your arm around his shoulder and press a wet kiss to his cheek, making sure to make it noisy and dramatic, pulling back with a sticky “mwah.” When you make a move to go back in, you quickly spider your fingers up his side, making him grunt and shimmy away.

“Literally hate you,” he hisses. You laugh again and follow his body, this time aiming your kiss for his lips and humming happily when he connects it.

He sighs against your lips, “bring me home a piece of chocolate cake.”

“Okay-“

“And text me every hour, or so help me-“

“I will, baby.”

“And no later than 9, that’s too late-“

“Okay dad. Anything else?”

He pulls a face at your words before rolling his eyes and leaning back in for a kiss, “be safe. I like you or something.”

You smile and nod happily, “I will, sukuna.”

“Promise?”

You extend your pinky out to him, watching fondly as he extends his own to lock with yours, and you each kiss the tip of your finger as if to seal the promise.

“I promise.”

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

opposites attract | l.howlett

Summary: Logan is a grump but your his sunshine

Tags: fluff, slightly ooc Logan, empty threats to throw reader off a cliff (?)

Logan Howlett was a grump. It was a well-known fact, he never tried to deny it, in fact he was proud of it. The students were terrified of him, he never got approached for babysitting duty, life was great. That was… until you showed up at the school. 

You and Logan were complete polar opposites, night and day, ying and yang, grumpy and sunshine but as the age old saying goes, opposites attract. He might be a grump, but he was your grump and that was all that mattered. Logan loved you, honestly he did, but sometimes your sunshineness was too much for him. 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Babyyy get up. You promised we’d go for a walk this morning. You pinky promised!” You poked Logan’s side as you laid beside him in bed, the older man’s eyes closed and one hand flipping you off while the other held you close to him. 

“How in the hell are you so fuckin’ cheery at 5am? Do you get coffee infused into your veins?” He glared at you and you just rolled your eyes.

“Baby you promised me. C’mon, you gotta get up or we’re gonna miss the sunrise and then it’ll all be for nothing.” Logan groaned and sat up, his hand covering your mouth just before you squeal. 

“One more squeak out of you and I throw you out of the window.” You smiled behind his hand and just nodded, going in the bathroom to brush your teeth and get changed while Logan threw on his typical jeans and white wife beater. “You’re gonna need a jacket bub, it’ll be cold out.” 

“Nuh uh. Weather app says it’s warm, it’ll be fine.” You protested and he rolled his eyes, putting on his own jacket with a look that clearly said ‘don’t try stealing mine’. The walk to this bench you raved about wasn’t too far, a steady ten minutes, twenty with Logan by your side as you insisted on stopping and making him sniff every flower you passed. When you finally reached the bench, Logan realised that maybe getting up this early was worth it. The bench looked out over a cliff, the sun just starting to peak over the horizon and the waves crashing against the rocks below. “Pretty right?” Logan just nodded in response and sat next to you on the bench, slipping off his jacket as he notices your shivers and wrapping it around your shoulders as you give him a smug look. 

“Not a word or you’re going straight off the cliff and in the water, sunshine.”

First little drabble for Logan. Please like and repost if you enjoyed, it encourages me to write more :)

Divider: @coolcatsgraphics

[jaetyun]

your biggest fan — p.wonbin

since your brother formed a band with his friends in high school, you've had a massive crush on the aloof and reserved wonbin. him never paying you mind never bothered you until they became famous, and now you have to share him with every other fangirl. now that they're on tour, it's the perfect opportunity to make wonbin realize he doesn't want to share you either.

rockstar!wonbin x fem!reader

feat. y/n as chaein purki, riize uses w2e for promotional pics sometimes, various other idols including nct, kep1er, nmixx, ive, & p1harmony

smau, brothers best friend, childhood (well middle school) friends to lovers, might get suggestive & included nsfw jokes but no smut, kinda inspired by the summer i turned pretty but it's vague

a/n: this was a yeonjun drabble repurposed also i know i said no more smaus but BOOOOO this one will be short pinky promise

tag list is: open | updates non-regularly

playlist (lyrics don't matter this is moreso to hear what kind of music the band makes)

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. operation loverboy

02. the siren tour

03. last resort lobotomy

04. rodrick heffley

05. the little sister curse

06. operation loverboy cancelled

07. despicable me (the canon event)

08. spread eagle

[jazzyoranges]

Pinky Promise - drabble

Tara Carpenter x gn!reader

Summary: cuddly Tara strikes again

Words: 0.9k

A/n: very much inspired by this fic, please go read it i beg you

This was your worst fucking nightmare. Well, something close to this.

You’d expect maybe Anika or Mindy to set you up for failure, but your own mother? You were her kin, for christ’s sake!

Not to mention the woman knew what she was doing. Once she pulled the “Oh, it seems there isn’t enough beds for all your friends! My, I must’ve counted wrong!” You knew it was over from the start.

Mindy and Anika shared a bed, Chad and Ethan shared an air bed, leaving Tara to sleep on the couch. Which, you offered Tara to sleep in your room while you slept on the couch, but god did she make it fucking hard. The brunette insisted you sleep on your bed since you were the one driving most of the time during the road trip, but unfortunately your urge for hospitality rivaled her

You argued Tara looked far sleepier, and you thought it was settled when she didn’t respond

You were pretty fucking wrong.

When the time came and you eventually left your bathroom to go to the living room, you don’t expect to see a Tara in a band tee that was about two sizes too big on her, Hello Kitty shorts that barely poked out of her large shirt, and a bunny stuffed animal you gave her not too long ago

She grabbed your hand before you knew what was happening, and pulled you into your room. Half of the reason why you didn’t want to sleep in there was because of how you could distinctly tell your teenage self wore too much eye makeup and chains. The thought makes you cringe, and Tara only laughed at your expression

“Let’s go to bed, please?” You should’ve fucking said no. But how were you supposed to? Tara was looking up at you with her big brown eyes, a shirt that was probably yours, and a sad expression. You couldn’t have said no if you tried.

So here you were, looking at the ceiling in a small bed with Tara’s back touching your arm. A blanket covered her entire body while it only covered your midsection with your hands fidgeting on top of it

You feel the younger Carpenter shiver due to your close proximity, and you realize it’s actually cold in the house. Well, you were awake and you did live here, so it was probably your responsibility to make sure everyone was comfortable. If Tara was cold, everyone else probably was too

It takes a little maneuvering to get up with as little squeaks as possible, but you’re eventually successful. You think so, until you feel something around your wrist

“Don’t sleep on the couch…” You hear Tara mumble half asleep

“You were shivering, I’m changing the temperature” You whisper back, leaning towards her as she huffs

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

Your forehead wrinkles as you think, but you eventually have an idea

“I pinky promise” You stick out the small digit of your hand, and Tara eventually meets you halfway. When she lets go you assume she approves of your leave

The journey to the thermostat isn’t a very long one and you’re back in about a minute, the only challenge being not running up the stairs because you’re afraid of the dark

Tara acts like you’ve been away for years when you come back. Once you’re in arm distance, she pulls you down very quickly

“S’not enough, still cold” Tara mumbles into your chest as she crawls on top of you like it’s nobody’s business. Her arms trap you on both sides after she pulls the blanket over you both. You can tell she’s warm when she sighs and makes sure you know how comfortable you are

“You’re like a teddy bear… my teddy bear” You don’t know how to respond, but Tara obviously does

“I can’t believe you got up for nothing”

“The others might’ve been cold, you know”

“The others can fuck off” Tara yelps when you pinch her nose

“Don’t be mean”

“Mmm… whatever” The brunette sighs again, who’s now in a position with you that resembles a cheetah and their support dog

Now this was your worst fucking nightmare.

Tara, god bless bless her, was a light sleeper. If you moved an inch she’d feel it but now that she was on top of you, you were really fucked

“You’re tense”

“Go to sleep” You whisper

“Pillows are supposed to be soft, not hard” She whispers back, looking directly into your eyes

“Last time I checked, people aren’t supposed to be pillows” Tara snickers at your dumb joke and you resist the urge to poke at her dimples

“Now you’ve got me all awake”

“Be so for real, you’d fall asleep instantly if I stopped talking to you”

“Yeah, you’re right. I would” The brunette rubs her cheek against your shirt, almost like she’s trying to burrow into your chest. A few moments pass, and you’re finally feeling the effects of driving for most of the day. You can feel your body relax more every second

“I love you” Tara whispers so quietly you don’t know if you’re hearing her correctly. You fall asleep before you figure it out

[riki-riks-chick]

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I'm doing it in like a simple way so my brain doesn't die of over working. it's also ot6 🫡

Heeseung

"Baby..? Are you awake?" You wake up to him and whispering in your ear, and you're immediately shrugging him off in an attempt to go back to sleep, already knowing what he wants. Heeseung is persistent though. "Please... I promise we can only do it once this time.." You shake your head, burying it into the pillow. "Heeseung, this has been every morning this week.." You whine and he leans down to press kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulders, his hand gripping your hip. "Not true baby.. We didn't do it on Tuesday." You're shrugging him off, sitting up with an annoyed expression. "That doesn't make it any be-" You're cut off by him kissing you, pinning you down, and cupping your breasts through your bra. Maybe one more early morning wouldn't kill you.

Jay

"Jay... Jay, wake up." You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder as Jay stirs, tightening his arms around your waist. "Five more minutes..." He whines as you sigh. "It's hard to keep sleeping when you're pressing against me." You groan, trying to pull away from him. He nuzzles into your neck, his arms growing even tighter around your waist. "Jay.. Please." He groans, pulling away from you. "Unless you're gonna help me, please let me sleep." You chuckle at the hint of frustration in his tone, trailing your index finger over his bulge. "Who said I wasn't willing to help you..."

Jake

"Jake, baby.. Please.." You sit up, your voice hoarse as you glance at your boyfriend. "Baby, please help me..." He pouts, pulling you into his side as you sigh. "This is why I say no to cuddling at night. You always wake up hard." You argue as Jake pouts. "Baby, it's not my fault.. You were rubbing against me all night." He groans, pulling you on top of him. His hands grip your hips as you sigh. "You're really pinning the blame on me?..." You ask as he nods. "Hoping you'll take responsibility for it.." He smiles as you chuckle, giving him a kiss. "You're lucky you're cute."

Sunghoon

"Babe.... Princess, wake up." You shrug moving away from Sunghoon as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. He then kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheek, and then your neck, littering open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. You sigh, pushing him away by his chest. "Sunghoon, please.. I'm tired." He takes your hand from his chest, trailing it downwards and placing it on the tent in his pants. "Please, my love... I'll make you breakfast in bed..." He tries to bargain and you sigh, pouting. "You'll make me french toast?" You asks as he nods. "With bacon and eggs too.." He says, holding up his pinky as you roll your eyes, completing the pinky promise. "Fine.."

Sunoo

You shift as you feel movement beside you, sitting up as you glance at Sunoo, who's sleeping peacefully, his hips rutting softly against the mattress beneath him. You chuckle, finding it amusing, as you pat his back. "Sunoo... Wake up.." He hums, rolling onto his back as you climb on top of him, planting kisses on his face until he wakes up. "You need me to take care of your problem, baby?.." You ask, cupping his cheeks as he nods. "Yes, please..." He pouts, poking his lips out in a please for a kiss which you gladly give him. "Since you asked so nicely..."

Jungwon

"Y/n.. Cutie, are you sleeping?" Jungwon asks as you roll over, turning off your phone. "Goodmorning..." You hum, rubbing your eyes as Jungwon slides his hand under your shirt, gripping your waist beneath the fabric. "What are you doing?" You ask as he smiles, staring over at you with a pleading look in his eyes. "I need you..." He pouts as you sigh. "It's so early.. Can't you get off by yourself..?" You ask as he shakes his head. "That's not an option when I have my pretty girl from next to me." You roll your eyes. "Stop trying to suck up to me." You say as he shrugs. "I was hoping you'd suck me off if I did.."

[tyinghershoe]

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Shigaraki’s hands were as soft as Tenko allowed them to be.

Pairing: Shigarki/Tenko x Reader

Genre: fluff/oneshot/drabble

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You’d love to one day write parallels about Shigaraki’s hands.

How the fingers that wreaked havoc upon Japan once held you with the lightest touch. That, yes, they’ve caused pain and suffering - but at the same time, you’ve never felt anything softer.

They never said Tenko wasn’t human. 

Your first encounter with him was as expected. Shigaraki was always on guard, his eyes distant as they glanced you over. There was a moment of silence as this took place, the wooden floors creaking each time you shifted your feet, you wondered if this was the only thing he listened to as time passed (there was no room for conversation with just him and himself).

Rumors of the League were whispered in every alley you turned to, and while you never considered yourself a villain, the thought of being a perfect fit for society was just as incomprehensible. You noticed the flaking of Shigaraki’s palms and wondered if he would’ve ever fit that mold. (One day, when you’re both better acquainted, Tenko will help you shape your own).

“I wouldn’t call you a villain,” Tenko whispered to you one night, his voice barely audible over the creaking floorboards. The bar was still, with you two the exception, enclosed between the dim lighting from the lamps above. This was the closest you two have ever been, your fingers gently placing globs of lotion onto the webs of his hands. They weren’t as rough of a texture as you imagined, the skin feeling delicate beneath you. Perhaps it was the brand you bought this time.

Those eyes, once distant and wary, were now soft as they met yours. “You have yet to kill anyone,” he persisted, his tone somber and solaced. “And as far as I’m concerned, you still work a 9 to 5 job, just like the rest of the world.”

“I have yet to pay off a parking ticket.” You confessed, your voice filled with a type of guilt. The alcohol here was less than holy, yet the man in front of you offered acceptance, one that was devoid of judgment. There was a dumbfounded expression as he closed his eyes, allowing you to softly trace the irritation away as your thumbs gently soothed his flaking face - you wondered if this source of discomfort was physical or something more.

“I won’t sell you out.” He deadpanned, before turning to you with a menacing grin, “But seriously, I destroy everything around me. They call me a murderer and yet you’re still here. You’re still here.” Shigaraki grunted, his eyes turning dark and distant as if it were your first time meeting.

There was only a hum of acknowledgment as you finished aiding his inflammation. It’s times like these in which Shigaraki was unpredictable, but you were only ever worried for his sake. Tenko was always an impulsive man. “I’ve never felt safer,” you murmured, rewarding you with a scoff of disbelief. 

“You’ll regret saying that if you ever turn to dust.” He mumbled, the threat empty. His (now soft) hand wrapped around your wrist, yet they held no real malice - you made it a point to ignore the fact that his pinky has always been raised.

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a/n: How many months has is been since I last posted a fic? My age is showing in the sense that it’s hard for me to sit down and write all the time, but the mha hyper fixation is back, so hopefully the desire to write comes with it! This is my first time writing anything that isn’t Izuku Midoriya, I’m trying to branch out of characters that I’m comfortable with, but I promise I’ll post more of him soon.

Thank you for reading!

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[junnieverse]

BOYFRIEND HABITS ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ little things enha would do as your boyfriend

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread so there may be minor typos, mentions of food in jay's drabble

a/n: I want them all to be my boyfriends now, they are so cute!

a/n (2): I also have a txt and zb1 version if you're interested to see that too

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

↳ linking your pinky with his

this had been a small little habit jungwon developed whenever he felt too shy to hold your hand in public and you found it adorable

he always thought your little pinky was adorable and linking his with yours felt like he was also making some sort of pinky promise to you

you had both been walking around the amusement park looking for a new ride to try but as the day went by it was becoming more conjested with people

linking your pinkies together to avoid losing you in the crowd of people, jungwon then continued walking as you tried to look for something else to try

"Baby there's the ferris wheel! Let's go there!" your boyfriend excitedly says as he pulls you along

still with your pinky in his, he swayed your arms back and forth as you waited in line for the ride

you found this pinky thing endearing and cute as along the way his shyness would disappear and he would hold your whole hand in his without realising

pulling you closer to him, jungwon leaned his head on yours as you both enjoyed the view of the city from the ferris wheel

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

↳ kissing your forehead/nose

heeseung would cup your face, carefully bending down before giving your cheeks, nose, forehead and lastly your lips all a peck

despite loving to show you affection with little kisses here and there, he mostly enjoyed giving you forehead and nose kisses because of how flustered you would become afterwards

"Good morning my angel, how did you sleep?" he asks making his way to you giving your nose a little kiss as you brushed your hair

"Wonderful since I was with you." you say to him giving his nose a kiss too before kissing his lips

because of your boyfriend, you had also grown accustomed to kissing his nose and sometimes his forehead too (if you are a taller s/o)

he loved smothering you in his affection but because he couldn't always kiss you directly whenever you were in public

heeseung settled on just kissing your forehead and nose

he had been doing it everyday since you both started going out that on days that he didn't, you would even think something was wrong

"I think you're forgetting something sir." you playfully tease as he laughs in understanding

he would soon cup your face making sure to leave a kiss on both cheeks, your lips and ofcourse your favourite, your nose and forehead

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

↳ cooking together

"How does the sauce taste, I think it could be missing something." you ask your boyfriend as he tasted the sauce and momentarily thought before nodding

"Mhm, this is pretty good darling. Good job." jay praises giving you a kiss on the cheek going back to cooking his part of the meal

cooking with jay was a great bonding experience for the both of you

you both loved cooking and being able to do it together only made it better and far more memorable and enjoyable

if you weren't cooking together then jay was most definitely cooking for you because he knew you loved his cooking

cooking became a love language in your relationship where cooking for or with you was just jay's way of expressing his love and appreciation

"I was thinking we could try something Italian for dinner next week?" he suggests with his head in your lap as you both relaxed watching a show together

"That sounds perfect to me."

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

↳ laying his head on your shoulder

jake had always been a pda and physically affectionate person

he absolutely loved being around you, he would glue himself to you if he could

but because glueing isn't an option, he simply opts for wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder

he especially enjoys doing this to look over your shoulder whenever you're busy with something

"Hi baby, what're you up to?" your boyfriend asks curiously as you continue cutting up the fruit on the cutting board

"Just making a little snack, here you go," you tell him, feeding him a piece of strawberry

he sweetly thanks you before leaving a chaste kiss on the crook of your neck as he swayed the both of you

simply staying in that position, you continued making your food with your boyfriend wrapped around you

"Jake, you can let go now sweetie." you tell him to which he declined making you laugh softly

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

↳ fixing your clothes

sunghoon was a rather diligent and observant person, perfectionist too

helping to adjust certain accessories or pieces of clothing you wore had always been a habit he had which soon grew with you

he found it cute how you would sometimes have the small things out of place and he would be able to 'touch it up' for you

you would both be taking a stroll and your boyfriend would halt in his steps to kneel down and tie your loose shoelaces

it made your heart skip a beat seeing how sunghoon would notice these small things you sometimes didn't either

here you both were at the ice rink skating around and sunghoon quickly paused his movements to adjust your scarf around your neck before he kissed your forehead

"I don't want my sweetheart getting cold." he says warmly as he held your hand to continue skating

without fail, sunghoon knew how to make you fall utterly more in love with him

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

↳ doing skincare together

"Okay, which sheet mask should we go with, the sanrio character ones or plain?" sunoo asks lifting up both packets

"Definitely sanrio." you answer as he nods sitting across from you to help put the mask on your face as you did his

this was a tradition between the both of you where every weekend, or ones which were free, were for skincare and movie nights

it became a habit after sunoo had suggested it and you thought it was really cute

your boyfriend would always help you with your skincare such as applying the products and sometimes even giving you massages

if anything he probably needed them the most with how stressful his work was but sunoo was just happy to see you relaxed

you both would always share tips and tricks from tiktok you would see and were always trying new brands

the couple who's face card never declines, you both have flawless and glowing skin (I'm jealous)

"There you go, let's take a few selfies now." he suggests after getting the masks on

he quickly gives your little nose a kiss and grabs his phone ready to capture the memories

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

↳ falling asleep over a call

it was 2 am and after falling asleep whilst face timing your boyfriend, you notice the call was still on and he too was peacefully asleep from the screen

having to deal with a busy schedule, the most riki got to talk to you was at the end of his work days right before bed

this is where he soon started falling asleep over your calls during his especially busier days

you obviously didn't mind this seeing as you found it cute how peaceful he looked whenever he was sleeping

and that he was comfortable enough to fall asleep on a call with you

you would both just be talking about the most random things for hours and after a few yawns left his mouth

you convinced him to go sleep but he said he wouldn't end the call

riki instead fell asleep and soon you followed whilst your facetime was ongoing

whispering a soft good night, you ended your call with riki and went back to sleep

[tender-rosiey]

swear on love — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I am alive!! better late than never but here’s my gojo coming back drabble (ceo gojo has been thrown into a corner)

something your son has learned is that if his dad, satoru, swears on his love for you then he will never break that promise.

like the first time he had asked his dad to take him to the amusement park he saw on the tv, satoru beamed, ruffling his son’s hair and telling him that he will.

when your son told him to promise him, satoru instead said, “I swear on my love for your pretty mama that I will take you there.”

it makes you flustered and makes your heart flutter—maybe even cringe a little, but who complains about having a man down bad for them plus he somehow makes it cute.

in addition to that, satoru never fails to look at you whenever he makes that promise and god knows that his gaze makes you feel weak in the knees.

he also goes to you right after, almost by instinct, to hug you and call you his ‘pretty wife’ and the ‘mother of his child’ — ‘and future ones’ he adds, but you’re quick to smack him when he does.

nonetheless, your son was quick to learn that it was the only type of promise his dad wouldn’t break.

it was october 31 when your husband has last made a promise to his son.

while the three of you were chilling in the living room, satoru was suddenly called for. he had to go to shibuya. your son was bummed, of course, but reluctantly let go of him.

“I won’t take any time buddy, don’t worry,” he said, patting your son’s head.

your son squirmed a bit before speaking up, softly, “you will come back safely, right?”

satoru simply noded with a smile.

your son, pouting –something he definitely inherited from his dad—looked up to him and stuck his pinky finger out, “you promise?”

your husband only chuckled, “I swear on my love for mama, champ.”

your son’s grin was unrivalled as he gave his dad thumbs up, “okay! I trust you!”

before departing, satoru took you in his arms and gave you one last kiss, giving you a promise of your own of coming back soon.

it has been 19 days since then.

everything has gone to chaos; everything was going wrong in all the possible ways. people you care about were dying left and right and the only thing you could do was protect your son with everything you got.

you’re often reminded of the time when your son had asked you, a week after his dad had been stuck in the prison realm, “mama, did dad break his promise?”

you could only smile sadly at him and whisper, “no, honey, he is just—going to fulfil it a bit late this time.”

now, you were with yuji, toge, shoko, and angel, along with some others, to finally get satoru of the prison realm.

yuji was a bit nervous and asked, “what if it…doesn’t work? or something happens—“

“don’t say that!”

all heads turn to your son who is barely holding his tears back, “dad said that he will be back! he promised me! he never breaks his promises!”

he looks at you, eyes pleading for assurance, “you know that, right, mama?”

tears of your own threaten to spill as you nod weakly at your son who runs and hugs you tightly, mumbling, “daddy will be back safely; I know it.”

you smile and pat his head, “I trust both of you.”

when they finally go through with the opening of the prison realm, it disappears right away.

your son’s grip on your shirt tightens as his eyes search frantically for his father everywhere around him, “where is he…?”

meanwhile, kenjaku smiles menacingly while looking at gojo, the newly freed man, “your wife and son must be pleased that you’re back, huh?”'

gojo smirks, “as am I, but I think it’s none of your business.”

both stare into each other before gojo quips, turning his back to the man, “well, I will meet you on december then!”

“oh? why is that?”

gojo stretches and walks to pick a few flowers. kenjaku is left confused as he watches the white-haired sorcerer make a bouquet.

“to put it simply, my wife and son are more important than you,” he smiles, “and I wouldn’t want to have two anniversary deaths on the same day.”

kenjaku cackles, “so you think you will win?”

satoru grins, “I will win.”

and without a word, he teleports to you.

“hey sweets!—“

you punch him in the guts and he yelps, “that’s not how you greet your husband—“

you then pull him into a very tight embrace, cutting him off once again, “I thought I lost you, asshole.”

you fist his shirt in your hand and bury your face in his chest before full on sobs escape you.

gojo’s eyes soften and he starts rubbing your back soothingly, “didn’t believe I would come back? you wound me doll.”

satoru nudges you lightly, “what do you think of the bouquet?”

you look at it and fondly roll your eyes.

he’s back.

your son runs to him screaming, “dad, you’re back! you’re back! I knew you would! i told them, but no one believed me!”

your husband picks your son up with his free arm and rests his forehead on his, “thanks for trusting me; sorry for keeping you wait.”

he’s here.

you shake your head, lightly, before nuzzling into his chest, “it’s okay…you’re here.”

“mama is right!”

satoru kisses both your foreheads before whispering, “I am here.”

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[delicatebarness]

cry baby | series masterlist

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader. Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader. Platonic!Natasha Romanoff x Reader. Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Reader. Platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader.

Warnings: Biker Au. Bad boy with softie interior. Smoking. Alcohol. Crying, a lot of crying. Men being 🤮.

Main Story Word Count: 40,977

Support: Ko-Fi

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Cry Baby Final Draft

Prologue |

Cry Baby First Draft

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter One.Five | Chapter Two | Chapter Two.Five | Chapter Three | Chapter Three.Five | Chapter Four | Chapter Four.Five | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty One | Chapter Twenty Two | Chapter Twenty Three | Chapter Twenty Four | Chapter Twenty Five | Chapter Twenty Six | Chapter Twenty Seven | Chapter Twenty Eight | Chapter Twenty Nine | Chapter Thirty | Epilogue

Canon One Shots & Drabbles

“Just please, don’t leave me.” | "Just please, don't leave me." pt 2 | "That's just my face," | "What's up, Sweetheart?" | "It's just a jacket," | "You're the bravest person I know," | pinky promises & kisses | no point crying over spilled beer... | no point crying over spilled beer... pt.2 | "the safest person she could end up with." | "my safe place," | "I've got you," | "You always take care of me!" | brotherly love |

Non Canon One Shots & Drabbles

"we're soulmates," | THE ALT ENDING |

Moods

Bucky | CryBaby | The Girls | The Boys

One | Two | Three | Four | Five |

FAQS

What’s their age again? | PT2 | Cherry Cola | Siblings |