#proudly wrong about everything :thumbs up:

[gay-artificer]

Worlds least readable essay

[lightseoul]

endearment

synopsis. first, second, and third instances; it's official, there's something going on with bakugou and you're determined to find out.

cw. fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, aged-up (26 yrs old), established relationship, a lot of cursing

word count. 1.9k words

The first time it happens, you don’t think too much about it.

“Bakugou,” you call out from where you’re snuggled on his corduroy sofa. “Can you pass me some tissue?”

From the bathroom, you could hear a faint ‘tch’.

The sound of house slippers colliding with the tiled floor grows louder and louder until he finally emerges with a roll in his hand, which he promptly tosses to you.

You catch it—barely—and grin when you feel the thickness of the 3-ply roll, no doubt a staple in Bakugou Katsuki’s pristine apartment unit.

Go figure.

He’s circling the coffee table and plopping down next to you when your phone rings.

Confused, you pick up your phone to see a picture of you and Kirishima from your last get-together—his caller ID. Curious, Bakugou peers over your shoulder, frowning upon seeing his other best friend’s name.

“Isn’t he on patrol right now with Midoriya?” you ask.

Bakugou shrugs. “Answer it.”

Humming an okay, you click the accept button.

“Hey, Y/N! Is Bakubro with you right now?

You eye Bakugou, who’s pretending to be disinterested and not at all eavesdropping. “Yeah. What’s up?”

Kirishima laughs, “Can you tell him to check our group chat? Limited edition All Might merch just dropped.”

At that, you chuckle. “Got this Ei. He’s actually just beside me right now. I’ll make sure to tell him. And tell Izuku I said hi.”

You can practically hear the smile on his face when he says: “Thanks, bro! You’re the best.”

With that, you press the end call button and turn slightly to regard Bakugou, who’s now staring at his hands on his knees, what looks like a scowl etched on his face.

You poke at his side, trying to be playful.

“Aren’t you curious about what he had to say?”

He shakes his head before standing up and heading—again—to the bathroom.

Huh.

The second time it happens, it leaves you and your friends bewildered.

“And so that’s how yesterday’s patrol ended up with me getting a special interview with TBS,” Mina says proudly.

You chuckle, amused. “That’s amazing, Mina.”

From where she’s seated beside you in the booth of your favorite bar, she grins. “Yeah, well I try!”

Kirishima, who’s sitting opposite the both of you, chimes in. “You have to tell Bakubro that story.”

“Where is he, anyway?” Mina asks.

You squint, looking through the glass windows of the bar. “I think he’s still searching for a parking space.”

At that, Mina cocks her head to the side in confusion. “But it’s been a while since you guys arrived?”

“Yeah…”

You pick up your phone, thumbing through the contacts until you arrive at the one marked with the red asterisk.

Emergency contact.

You’re in the middle of quickly typing out a where r u when Mina, the ever meddling Mina, peers over your shoulder unbeknownst to you.

“You named his contact…Bakugou?”

Attention divided between texting and talking with your friends, you retort lamely with: “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” Kirishima pipes up. “It’s just that couples usually save each other’s contacts as sweet pet names.”

Mina nods in agreement. “For example, I have Ei saved as baby, with a red heart.”

Before you can even defend yourself, let alone playfully gag at the nickname Mina has given Kirishima, Bakugou appears at your table, sitting down at the booth next to Kirishima and in front of you, uncharacteristically quiet.

When you lock eyes, you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly— denoting a question: everything okay?—but he doesn’t sustain eye contact.

Instead, he stands up again quite abruptly.

“Restroom,” he explains curtly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking away, leaving the three of you speechless.

The third time it happens, it happens in his childhood home.

You didn’t expect to meet his parents this early on in the relationship; you haven’t even been together for a year. Yet Bakugou was determined to introduce you to them, said something about his sharp intuition telling him something or whatever.

Which is how you now find yourself in the living room of the place where he grew up, poring over photo albums like how dehydrated animals in hot climates pore over water.

With his mother, of all people.

“And this is him when his quirk first manifested,” Mitsuki explains, speeding through the pages of the album whilst grinning. You can’t help but grin back.

She points to a rather old photograph on the last page. “And this one is him playing baseball in 8th grade.”

Intrigued, you move closer to see the picture, smiling when you spot him, crimson eyes and ash blonde locks sticking out like a rose amidst the thorny bushes—impossible to miss.

Wanting to fill the air, you offer: “Bakugou was a very cute kid, Mitsuki-san.”

In a flash, she looks up at you, a puzzled look decorating her beautiful features, instead of the look of gratitude you were aiming for.

When you look back at her with confused eyes yourself, she asks, “You still call each other by your last name?”

“Oh—I—uh…”

You eye Bakugou who’s in the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables for the salad, as per his mother’s instructions.

You convince yourself that he’s got to be out of earshot.

Stumbling over your words again, you scramble for purchase. “Well—”

To your relief, Mitsuki only laughs good-naturedly in response, cutting you off.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I know my Katsuki can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but inside he’s a real softie who appreciates the little things.”

You could simply nod in response.

From the kitchen, Bakugou announces: “I’m going to the restroom. Start eating without me.”

A fourth time does not end up happening.

Instead, you find yourself riding the elevator to the rooftop of Bakugou’s apartment complex, where he’s already waiting for you.

‘I’ll just go ahead’ is what he said after both of you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner. ‘Make sure to catch up’.

Before you know it, the elevator doors slide open and you step out, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the heavy feeling now sitting in your stomach.

Will you finally figure out why Bakugou’s been acting a bit off lately?

You immediately spot him, back turned against you, and arms folded across his chest, resting on top of the railing.

Slowly, you walk towards him, ultimately situating yourself to his right.

A tense—albeit not uncomfortable—silence falls upon you.

Neither of you says anything until you pipe up with: “Is there bad news?”

At that, he finally turns his head to look at you. “Hah?”

You school your expression into a pensive one. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What?” he exclaims, his entire body now facing you in a frantic hurry. “No!”

You chuckle. “Then what’s with the bad news face?”

“Bad news face?”

Nodding, you continue. “The face you make when you hear or are about to deliver bad news. It’s the more solemn iteration of your scowl.”

“What—” he scoffs, although he sounds pleased, “—You’ve fucken memorized my expressions?”

You shrug sheepishly.

When he doesn’t say anything in return, you prod further. “How bad is it?”

He huffs, breaking eye contact. “No bad news. Just—it’s…shit, never mind.”

“It’s just me,” you remind him. “It’s okay.”

With your reassurance, you can see his body relaxing a little bit, though he still refuses to say anything.

A few more seconds of tense silence pass before Bakugou finally looks you straight in the eye.

“Why the fuck do you call me Bakugou?

You stare at him. “...because it’s your name?”

Whatever he wanted to hear from you, it sure wasn’t that.

He scoffs. “Yeah? Well, why do you call shitty hair Ei or shitty deku Izuku? Have I failed some fucking test to qualify for first name privileges?”

“What are you talking about?”

This is what made him act weirdly the past week?

“Don’t make me say it again, woman,” he spits, although there’s not much venom coating his words.

“God,” he combs through his hair in frustration, “this is fucking humiliating.”

“I call you Bakugou because that’s what I called you back when we were just friends,” you try to reason. “Also, I…I didn’t want to start calling you Katsuki out of nowhere.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you finish, voice small.

“Who said I wanted you to call me that?”

 You shoot him a knowing look.

You stare at each other for a few more seconds before he groans in defeat, turning to face the city skyline instead of you. You follow suit, opting to look up at the stars that seem to be twinkling extra tonight.

Moments pass with neither of you saying anything.

You gently bump his shoulder with yours.

“For what it’s worth,” you start, “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about.”

He only grunts in response. You press on.

“The fact that you just told me all this…I don’t know. It makes me happy. It’s sort of like saying you care enough about our relationship to communicate even the most ‘humiliating’—your words not mine—of concerns.

“Of course I fucking do, dumbass,” he retorts. “Wouldn’t have confessed to you if I was just gonna chicken out at some point like a loser.”

You smile at him and his words, and you hope your adoration translates to your face, because the thing with Bakugou is that sometimes you have to deliver the message without having to utter the words—all to preserve the moment before it’s adulterated by shame.

“Right,” you look at him, “why don’t you call me by my first name?”

“Figured I haven’t earned it yet,” he says bluntly.

Amused, you push forward. “And how were you planning to earn it?”

He shoots you a glare. “By being the best fucking boyfriend, that’s how.”

At that, you cannot help the delighted laughter that erupts from you.

He side-eyes you, annoyed, though a smile manages to crack through the facade.

“Stop laughing at me.”

And when you don’t: “Hey.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath. “I’m just happy.”

He studies you for a beat, eyes fluttering across your face as if he’s searching for something. You feel yourself grow warmer under his piercing gaze.

There’s a pregnant pause before he finally says: “Call me Katsuki.”

You grin, “Okay, Katsuki.”

At your mention of his name, the scowl plastered on his face eases a little into a neutral—borderline happy—expression.

“And I’ll call you by your first name…” he declares, “if you’re fine with it or if not, just forget I said that.”

You take his hand and squeeze it before he can ramble some more.

“Sounds good to me, Katsuki.”

bonus:

“I swear,” you argue while putting on your shoes, “I can ride the subway, Katsuki.”

“At this hour?” he snorts.

“Best fucking boyfriend, remember?” he sneers as he obtains his car keys by the doorway. “Just let me do this for you.”

You relent, knowing better than to fight with Katsuki on the matter of your safety, when suddenly a brilliant idea dawns on you.

Straightening up, you say: “I don’t think I saw you drinking water after dinner, Katsuki.”

“What?”

“Go hydrate yourself,” you command.

At that, he grumbles but submits to you anyway, walking back to his tidy kitchen.

Once you see that he’s in the middle of chugging down a bottle, you call: “Katsuki?”

He grunts—the best he can do while downing a bottle of water—in response.

“Can I call you babe?”

Bakugou chokes on his spit.

tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19

[scoobysnakz]

1940’s hubby miguel who is confused when you start complaining about being bored. he offers different things for you to bake him, different colours of jumpers he wouldn’t mind you knitting but you ignore them all. you just mope around the house now. not in the sense that you’re upset, just fed up. he does like how clingy it’s made you, though.

you don’t leave him alone now, arm constantly linked with his as you trace his knuckles with his thumb. he practically has to peel you off when the two of you go to work.

1940’s hubby miguel who suddenly realises what’s wrong when he offers to turn the tv on one evening when the two of you are snuggling on the sofa and you just push him back into his seat.

“nothing good on,” you mumble into his arm as you pull yourself closer to him again.

“haven’t even turned it on yet, doll,” he points out.

“i just know, migs.”

he smiles at that, finding amusement in your aloof attitude. his thick arm scoops you in close to him and nuzzles his head into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of you.

“it’s got that nasty man all over it,” you whine, clearly annoyed that this prick is everywhere that you look.

1940’s hubby miguel who feels so guilty that his plan backfired. he never once thought that you would suddenly hate the news or even throw away the little badge from the spider-man fan club you so proudly founded.

he just wanted to have some innocent fun with his special girl, give her the best present ever and no it’s all ruined.

1940’s hubby miguel who decides to make it up to you. he goes out as spider-man again, coincidentally bumping into the stubborn mrs ohara.

“fancy seeing you again,” he grins down at you, hands proudly holding the car door open for you.

your nose crinkles in disgust at the site of him, distaste colouring your expression as you push him out of the way. try to anyway.

the absolute unit of a man stays put, feet firmly grounded on the grey pavement.

“what is it?” you huff, not even bothering to look his way.

“want to apologise,” he coos, voice irritatingly sweet, you only like it when miguel uses that voice with you, otherwise it just sounds condescending, “that was no way to treat a lady as wonderful as yourself.”

one of your eyebrows quirks at his bold statement. “i know.”

“can i make it up to you?” he presses on, “take you out to dinner? write your name in webbing from the empire state?”

you scoff at him, clearly unamused by his antics. “i don’t care if you stop the entire planet spinning, the only man i care for is my migs.”

1940’s hubby miguel who wants to smash everything in site. once again, his plan went shit side up and his wife hates spider-man even more.

it’s his fault for being so cocky and acting the way he normally would around her, not the way a distinguished hero should.

how badly he wants to make it right, make you love spider-man again, get all excited when he comes in tv, get to see that adorable scowl when he teases you about having a little crush.

1940’s hubby miguel who realises the only way to fix this is to reveal his biggest secret.

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[bbyobbyo]

[12:44]

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, body insecurity, dk must be protected

wc: 665

note: idk this is what i get for watching dk make one too many tummy jokes on gose (seungkwan ur on thin ice) im sorry everyone good night

You come home to see your boyfriend in front of the mirror.

“Hey babe,” you shout from the door. “How long have you been home? Did you eat yet?”

“I just got back from the gym with Jihoon and Mingyu and they were giving me all these tips but to be honest, I could barely keep up.”

“I'm pretty sure those two are aliens and do nothing but work out and dance” you laugh from the other room as you put down your stuff. “Maybe you should try working out with Vernon next time.”

What you thought was a lighthearted joke turns into something much more serious when you find your words met with a low hum instead of the beautiful chuckle you expected.

You knew this was a point of insecurity for him, you figured as much when he insists on keeping a shirt on at the pool or on the beach. Or when he shys away from you when changing, despite you having seen him naked many many times already.

But what you didn't realize how deep it cut on the days he couldn't make a joke about it and turn himself into the fool as he often does to lift everyone's mood.

You immediately drop everything you're doing and join your boyfriend in front of the mirror, hands wrapping around his middle as you nuzzle into his side.

“Tell me what's wrong, honey.”

There's a shallow sigh before he's able to speak, and you swallow in anticipation as you stare at him through the reflection of both of you.

He briefly flashes you one of his bright smiles in the mirror, the ones he knows you love so much, but this one doesn't quite reach his eyes.

“I know I don't have rock hard abs like Jihoon or Mingyu, but I'm working on it.”

You can hear your heart breaking in your chest as your boyfriend spills out his confession.

He's so strong, you think. Stronger than anyone you know. The type of man who wears his weaknesses proudly and has no problem taking the fall for others, yet stays optimistic in every breath, uplifting those who need it regardless if his own tank is filled.

“What are you even talking about, baby? I love your tummy.”

“I- I don't know… I just thought— because,”

His gaze lowers to his fingers intertwined and fidgeting as he struggles to find the words. He lightly gnaws on his bottom lip as he shakily continues, “You really liked when I was building my arm muscles and you were complimenting me on getting stronger so I just assumed that you wanted me to—”

He's hushed by your gentle palm cupping his jaw, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh darling,” your eyes swimming with emotion, “no, I never meant it like that,” you breathe out in an almost whisper.

“Yes, I love that you were getting stronger but that doesn't mean I don't think you're absolutely perfect the way you are.”

You see his pupils widen as he stares back at you, expression unreadable as he seemingly tries to process whether or not to believe your words.

“I can't expect you to stay the same, that would be selfish of me. People change all the time, and hopefully it's for the better. But no matter what you look like I will always, always, love you for you Seokmin. Don't ever assume for a second that my love for you depends on whether or not you look like Mingyu, alright?”

You catch a tear that slips down his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Although his sparkling brown eyes threaten to open the floodgates, his widening smile that replaces his earlier tight-lipped expression assures you that his mind is much clearer than before.

“And for what it's worth, I love kissing your tummy and I will likely be devastated even if it's replaced by a six pack.”

“Alright, I'll tell Jihoon no more ab exercises then.”

[rhettabbotts]

it’s a bad idea, right? - rhett abbott x fem!reader

pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader

summary: mixing tequila and calls from your ex. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ only. smut. rough sex. drinking. bad decisions. mentions of a breakup. p in v. a lil choking. dirty talk. yearning. love confessions.

a/n: this is for my dear abby’s (@mothdruid) writing challenge. i have been thinking about writing a fic with rhett and this song since i heard it and abby gave me the perfect reason to do it 🥺💜

“Come over.”

You couldn’t help but scoff as you took another sip of your Long Island. It’s been nearly three months since you heard from Rhett. Nothing but radio silence since the day he left town. He was chasing his dream of riding professionally, you needed to focus on your career. You were on different paths and you grew further apart with each month until the end when it was nothing but slamming doors and heated arguments.

Your friends warned you about him. Told you he’d chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat and you didn’t want to believe them at first. You fell hard and fast for Rhett and you couldn’t have stopped it.

Another message came in. And then another. All of which went ignored while you ordered another drink. Eleanor was talking about her coworker, the one she so desperately wanted to fuck she could hardly stand it. You felt bad for zoning out but your mind kept going back to the man texting you.

“El, I’m sorry. I gotta- I gotta get some fresh air. Save my seat?”

You hopped off the bar stool and headed towards the door, taking a look over your shoulder before walking out into the crisp autumn air.

Your thumb hovered over the call button. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow. But between the tequila shots and the memories of Rhett’s hands, your phone was ringing before you could change your mind.

“Hey,” his gravelly voice muttered on the other end of the line and it sent a white-hot fire through your veins.

“Hi,” you stuttered out, pressing your cool hand to your heated face. “Why are you texting me now?”

“I miss you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do! And I just moved into a new place. My place,” Rhett said, a little breathless. He sounded like he was pacing the floors, or he had been running, or he was- No. Don’t think about that.

“That’s nice. What does that have to do with me?” You questioned, a snarky tone escaping you.

He smirked at that. It had everything to do with you. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.

“I just wanna see you. Friend to friend,” he said playfully.

“I don’t know... I’ve been drinking and I’m out with a few friends and-“

“Please, darlin’. Just for a little bit,” Rhett pleaded. God, he sounded so pretty when he begged. You shook your head at the thought. “I’ll send you the address.”

You sighed deeply before hanging up the phone, a text coming in not a second later with his new address. What were you going to tell Eleanor? Lexie? You really didn’t want a lecture. You just kissed them on the cheek while grabbing your bag and called for an Uber.

Passing street lights and the light hum of the engine was enough to make your brain turn static. There was nothing on your mind but Rhett. The way he smelled. The way he kissed. The way his fingers would curl just right when he-

“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver notified, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you ascended the stairwell to the second floor. He was already standing there, hand braced on the top of the door frame. When did he get a tattoo on the inside of his bicep?

Rhett had a smile on his face. That crooked grin that always meant trouble. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face.

“There you are,” Rhett said proudly, knowing the hold he still had over you.

“Shut up,” you commanded as you pushed him through the door, tugging at the hem of his white t-shirt. He pulled it off with one hand, tossing it haphazardly onto the side table’s lampshade.

You were tripping over your feet as he pulled you towards the bedroom, hands pushing down the straps of your dress. They were calloused as ever. You couldn’t wait to feel the roughness of them rubbing against your chest, your thighs, your hips.

“God, you taste the same. I wonder if that’s everywhere,” Rhett muttered, mostly to himself but his words never failed to make your thighs clench.

“Less talking, more undressing.”

One second passed and then you heard a loud rip! before the cool air hits your back. Rhett had torn your dress right down the zipper, shoving his tongue in your mouth once more before you could protest.

Once you made it through his bedroom door, he took a moment to stop and take a look at you. You were standing in the middle of the room in nothing but your bra and panties. You should’ve worn something more fancy, more lacy like he liked. But he looked at you hungrily as his eyes roamed your nearly naked form. A low growl released his throat as he stalked forward, grabbing handfuls of your breasts roughly.

“Fuck, baby. Such a gorgeous thing. I’ve thought about you every night for the past three months,” Rhett confessed. He sounded genuine but you couldn’t be for sure. You were here to fuck. Nothing more.

Your eyes rolled back when Rhett pulled one cup down, bending slightly to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple. He suckled and tugged with his teeth, moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled harshly.

“Bed. Now. Now!” You whimpered, pushing at his chest until the backs of his knees knocked against the mattress.

Rhett pulled you on top of him, his hard cock nestling perfectly against your clothed cunt. It caused you both to let out desperate noises, his hands finding their way to your hips and guiding you to move over the denim.

“Condom?”

“Drawer,” Rhett exasperated, eager hands tearing the flimsy cotton of your panties until they ripped as well.

“Rhett! Jesus, stop acting like a fucking caveman! I have to go home tomorrow, you know,” you fussed as you jerked the button open on his jeans.

“We’ll see about that,” he proclaimed proudly. That damn smile is back on his face. You rolled your eyes and ripped the foil with your teeth, causing a winded sound to leave Rhett. Good. You had the upper hand now.

He wriggled out of his jeans, hastily kicking them off the end of the bed and tugging his black boxers halfway down his thighs. He hissed as you gripped the base of his erection, slowly rolling the condom down while biting your lip. The head was red and leaking and your mouth watered at the sight. No time for that. You needed to feel him inside you.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, woman. I ain’t a piece of meat,” he teased, then groaned wantonly when you positioned him at your dripping hole. You were going to regret not prepping yourself in the morning but you couldn’t wait another second. You gasped loudly as you slowly descended his length, nearly hissing at the stretch.

“So desperate for my cock, sweet girl couldn’t even take the time to stretch herself,” Rhett tutted, bracing his heels against the mattress and sliding his hands behind his head. You didn’t know if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. You eyed the black ink that lined his inner bicep. It took you a moment for your mind to process what the words were but your heart seized in your chest when you realized it was song lyrics from yours and his favorite song. You used to sing it in the truck all the time.

“You gonna ride me or are you gonna keep staring?”

“Do you ever shut your mouth or does it just keep running?” You retorted as you settled against his lap. You wiggled your hips and squeezed your thighs, grinning proudly when a pinched whimper came from him. You took your time slowly sliding up and down his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting that spot inside you just right.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” you said, picking up your pace ever so slightly.

“And I like you better when you ride my cock like you mean it,” Rhett growled, bucking his hips into you, causing you to fall forward and brace your hands on his upper torso. You snarled at him and his witty comment. Fuck him.

Your right hand slid across his collarbone and toward the column of his neck, bracing your hand there.

“Do it. I know you want to, baby,” Rhett responded, looking up at you with his crystal blue eyes wide and thin bottom lip tucked between his perfect teeth.

Everything became a blur after that moment. It was all nails and hands and moans. The headboard knocked against the wall as you bounced desperately on him, your hand wrapped tightly around his throat. He grunted loudly as he chased his release along beside you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was filthy and feral and you could feel your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Fuck, like a fucking vice. Come. M’right there with you,” Rhett begged, voice raspy.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you reached your peak, nails digging into Rhett’s pectorals. A sound escaped you that sounded like a near scream, disregarding whatever neighbors Rhett may have. He was not far behind you, even with the condom on you could feel his release.

You collapsed forward onto Rhett’s sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. His heart pounded against your ear and his chest rose and fell rapidly, moving you with it. You heard a car horn down below, pulling you from your post-sex haze.

You winced when Rhett lifted your hips, a slight sting radiating from between your legs. He grunted deeply, grimacing at the feeling of his oversensitive member. You rolled over onto your back before rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him throw the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed and making his way toward the en suite bathroom.

You took the time to look around the room. It didn’t look much different than the room that he had at his parents' home. The same posters decorated the walls; his record player in the corner on the old table with the records stacked beneath it. His bed was bigger, that much you noticed.

Another tug at your heartstrings occurred when you saw a picture framed tucked on the back of his dresser. You couldn’t see the entire thing but you knew the picture all too well. It was a picture of the two of you at the lake the previous summer. It was your favorite picture. You couldn’t believe he still had it, still displayed it. Not that you could judge. It still sat proudly on your desk at home.

You blinked the tears away as Rhett emerged from the bathroom, still naked but now carrying a damp cloth. He cleaned you gently, awkward silence swirling around you. He placed a small kiss on the inside of your knee, stubble tickling you slightly.

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, earning a hum in response.

Rhett tugged a pair of sweatpants on and crawled into bed behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him.

“Rhett… we need to talk,” you spoke into the darkness.

“In the morning,” he said, soft snores escaping him not but a couple of moments later.

Birds chirped outside the window and the smell of french toast and fresh coffee flooded your senses. Your head pounded and your mouth was dry but you grinned at the familiar scent of Rhett. You didn’t get to enjoy the moment long before your phone buzzed on the floor in the pocket of your shredded dress.

You wrapped the sheets around you and bent to pick it up, groaning when you saw that Eleanor had called you twenty times. An incoming call making it the twenty-first.

“Don’t yell at me,” you pleaded, waiting for the berating to begin.

“Where the hell are you? I tried coming by your place this morning for our usual morning after brunch and you’re not answering. I’m worried!”

“Sorry, I was asleep.” Not a total lie.

“Where are you?” El questioned.

“Not at home…”

“Hey, honey. You want cream in your coffee? I got a fresh pot going.”

You smacked your forehead and cringed at the sound of Rhett’s voice filtering through the room.

“That’s not- Oh my god. You didn’t-”

“Love you, El! I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed to hang up the phone, throwing it across the mattress and letting out a frustrated noise into your hands. Rhett was standing at the door with a tray of food.

“Hungry?” He asked as he made his way towards you, taking a seat next to you on the bed. He sat the tray to the side and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Starving, actually. Look… about last night. I- I don’t normally do that,” you confessed.

“What? Come to your ex’s house in the middle of the night and fu-”

“Yeah. That.” Rhett laughed at your sudden shyness. He always knew his crudeness flustered you. “I just- these past few months have been hell without you. And I guess I got a little too excited when you called me last night. But I don’t think I can just be a late-night booty call for you.”

“I don’t want you to be that,” Rhett said.

“Oh.”

“I want so much more.” Rhett’s large hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to make you look at him in the eyes. “I was a damn fool to let you go, sweetheart. And I’ll be damned if I make that mistake again.”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you surged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed your temple and held you close.

“Now eat up. I learned to cook this just for you.”

It may have been a bad idea last night, but now you’re thinking it was the best decision you’ve ever made as you shared a piece of french toast with Rhett.

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[strawnarrries]

because im sad about the last show, here's a little imagine about y/n and harry reminiscing the past two years the night before the last show :(

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized it was still dark outside, a sign that it was not quite morning just yet. You're not sure why you woke up. It was like your body knew something was off because when you turned over, the bed was empty beside you.

Rubbing your eyes to clear the sleepy haze, you noticed light coming from under the closed door of the bedroom in the villa you and Harry are staying in. Getting up out of bed, you opened the door and the sudden change in lighting burned your eyes. After getting used to it, you walked towards the kitchen and spotted your husband, leaning up against the counter, sipping on something inside of a mug.

“Harry?” you hummed, walking up to him.

“Oh hey, did I wake you up? I’m sorry," he looked up at you with doe eyes and messy hair sticking up in every direction.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t sleep.”

You popped your bottom lip out and wrapped your arms around his bare waist, his instinctively wrapping around yours after setting his mug on the counter, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just can't believe the last show's tomorrow night.”

“Aw, I know. You wanna talk about it?” you hummed, looking up at him with tired eyes.

"I'm gonna miss it. A lot," he whispered, "but at the same time I'm excited for a long break."

"It's bittersweet."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"It's gonna be weird not getting to watch you on stage every night in your sparkly outfits."

He chuckled softly, "You don't get those outfits at home, do ya?"

"No, I get you either naked or in the one stupid shirt that you refuse to throw away even though it's practically in shreds."

"Thought you loved that shirt?" he teased.

You glared up at him before changing the subject, "What'dya think you'll miss the most? Just being on stage?"

"Yeah. Performing. It's one of my favorite things in the world to do. I just get such a rush from being out there and interacting with the fans and hearing them scream my lyrics."

"And hearing them bark at you," you added.

He giggled, "Yes, that too."

"You'll be back though. It's not the end."

“You're right. I feel like this tour was just special for some reason, I dunno. I fear I’m gonna get really emotional tomorrow on stage though. I was holding back tears at the show the other night," he chuckled.

“It’s okay to get emotional. You know me and your mom will be sobbing the entire night."

He smiled softly as he cupped your jaw and rubbed his thumb back and forth across your cheek, "I've been reflecting a lot recently. So much has happened in the last two years. It's wild."

“You've done, like what, 150 shows?”

“169 tomorrow."

“Holy shit, Harry. Most of them were completely sold out too. Do you realize how incredible that is?”

“It's mad. I think this has been the most successful tour I’ve ever been on.”

“Oh, by far.”

“Gonna miss seeing everyone every day. Gonna miss the fans and being up on stage. I've had some of the best shows of my life on this tour.”

“Harryween,” you giggled fondly at the memory that popped into your head.

“That was fun as fuck,” he giggled back.

“You’ve done more than just tour though. So many award shows, Coachella, music videos, you starred in two different movies, Harry.”

“I have,” he nodded, smiling proudly at himself, "Looking back, the amount of love and support that I've gotten from everyone, the fans, my team, my friends, and family, and from you is just - it's - it's so overwhelming like I can't even explain it to you. Like my mind can't comprehend that this is my life. Been 13 years and I still can't believe it."

"'cause you deserve it, baby. With the amount of love you give out and just the type of person you are in general, you deserve everything that's come your way. Have I ever told you how proud of you I am?" you teased, being the fact that those words leave your lips multiple times after every single one of his accomplishments.

"Never. Not once," he chuckled.

“Well, I am,” you hummed pressing a sweet kiss to his sternum, just under where his cross necklace lay, "It makes me feel so prideful that I get to call you my husband."

“Thank you, my love. You know I wouldn't be here without you.”

You rested your head on his warm chest, hugging him tighter, embracing the sweet silence before breaking it, "Can I be honest with you?”

He nodded as you looked back up at him.

“I know it's selfish but a big part of me is excited that it’s over because then I get you all to myself and don’t have to share you with the world.”

“Finally don’t have to hear you nagging for my attention all the time,” he chuckled.

“Heyyyyyy,” you whined.

“I’m joking, baby.”

You rolled your eyes teasingly.

“We have a lot to look forward to.”

“Like what?” he asked, although he knew exactly what you were referencing to, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“You becoming a daddy.”

“Really lookin forward to that. I can’t wait ‘till you have a cute little baby bump.”

“Gotta get me pregnant first.”

"You don't gotta worry 'bout that. We’re gonna be goin' at it all day every day when we’re on holiday next month,” he smirked.

“I can't even explain to you how excited I am for that. Vacation Harry is my favorite Harry."

He grinned, “I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a few sweet kisses before you hummed sleepily, “Will you come back to bed with me now?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[buckleyx]

Hey! Was wondering if you could write Buck or Eddie (whichever you prefer) and sick reader. Like they come home from a shift and find you sick and go all paramedic on you :)

TAKING CARE OF SICK!READER E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner! Had to choose rosy cheeks diaz bc the gif is just so cute! go give some love to the creator!!

Author’s note: i love love loveeee these requests!! thank you sm anon!! paramedic eddie>>>>>>>>>>> i just love him so much <33 very short and unedited but i found the request just so adorable that i quickly had to write it down!

Summary: Eddie taking care of sick reader!

Eddie Diaz x GenderNeutral!reader

Warnings: mentions of being sick, fever, headache and very fluffy eddie

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Eddie immediately knew something was wrong the minute he walked through the front door. When his suspicion was confirmed and he noticed you curled up on the couch, a box of tissues by your side and multiple blankets stacked on top of you, something inside of him switched.

"Are you okay?" He rushed over, kneeling down so he could take a better look at you.

"I'm fine." You brushed off, trying your best to ignore your pounding headache. "Just a cold."

Eddie studied your face, his lips turning into a small frown as he brushed some hair out of your face. "Ai, mi amor." He whispered, giving your temple a soft kiss. "Why didn't you tell me."

You leaned into his touch, forcing a small smile on your lips. "I didn't want you to worry." You admitted, making his lips curl up into a small smile.

"Mi amor, don't say that." His thumb caressed your cheek, his brows knitting together as he felt the warm temperature of your skin against his. Eddie placed the palm of his hand on your forehead but you stopped him before he could do anything about it.

"You're burning up y/n. At least let me take a look."

As much as you didn't want him to worry, you were too tired to protest. You shivered as his cold hand touched your skin again. The color in your face had faded and the brightness in your eyes had been took over by an unbearable sleepy feeling. But still you managed to be in awe of your handsome boyfriend sitting in front of you. His rosy cheeks and concentration in his eyes as he further examined you.

"Too far if I get my stethoscope?" He joked, standing up and stretching his back. You chuckled. Eddie's eyes sparkled at the sound. "I'll be right back baby." He promised before disappearing into the kitchen.

After a few minutes the Diaz appeared back in the living room, proudly holding a tray of snacks and fluids he mixed up to help you feel better. He carefully placed the tray on the side table when he noticed you had already fallen asleep. He lowered the volume of the tv playing in the background and pressed the water compress he made against your skin.

He smiled at your peaceful state, happy that you were able to finally get some rest. He did everything to make you comfortable before sitting down next to the couch. His head rested on the pillows behind him, one arm stretched over to rest against your waist. He tried his best to follow the remaining minutes of the show playing but he quickly dozed off aswell, the tiredness of his shift finally catching up with him.

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[kymerawrites]

hii, if your taking in requests. Could you write something about simon and reader having a teenage son who knocked up his high school girlfriend and reader thought that it was simon who cheated on her and knocked up somebody when in fact he didnt and was planing an anniversary gift.

Like the pregnancy stick could be found like in the car or in simon jacket that the son sometimes use like that.

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Ooh this is going to be a fun one! I wanted to try something with !papa Simon for a while but let’s give it a go! Ty for the idea love 🤍🤍 for this I’ll use shym and Simon (NOT RELATED TO THE SIR SIMON RILEY, see it as a multiverse lol)

Life is amazing, married, settled life, 2 children of my own and a house in the city. It has been 19 years since me and Simon met, and 17 years ago since we had our first of our 2 children. Killian and hope.

As I got into the car I felt as if my worst dreams became true, a pregnancy test on the seat. Simon was still at work, we lived close at the 141 headquarters. After I became pregnant I surrendered myself from that lifestyle but Simon was still enjoying it. Even becoming the captain of the team after John price retired.

I picked up the test, tears welling up in my eyes, was he really seeing someone else?

I went down stairs to see hope sitting on the couch, she was a copy of her father’s behavior, always stoic. But for me she had her soft spot ofcourse, we parented her to be strong, wise and powerful. And I think we did a great job.

She saw my eyes with tears.

“Mamma? What is going on?” She rushed instantly to the doorway and held me “tell me what’s wrong?”

I instantly hid the test in my pocket, they shouldn’t know when I don’t have closure yet.

“Hope.. it’s fine, everything is okay. I just had a look at some old photos of me and your dad when we were younger.”

She looked up in my eyes “mom you’re so emotional, what happened to the cold and fearless lady that my father tells so proudly to everyone about?”

I laughed “being pregnant with you 16 years ago made my hormones like this!” I gave a playful push to her and went to sit on the couch.

“Love, where is killian?”

Hope rolled her eyes “2 possible options, the gym or out with friends.”

I sighed

Killian is an actual copy of his father, Simon is his role model. But he is like me from back in the days, always going out with friends or to a party.

Until I heard the door click.

Simon came home with only his mask still on, hoor laughed when she saw it, it’s not that likely to see her father with his mask on.

“Dad you look stupid!” She burst out laughing and instantly switched to mad “didn’t I tell you to not use my eyeshadow pallet anymore?! You know how much that thing costed me?!”

He chuckled and closed the door behind him, locking it before taking his hat off and throwing it on the side as usual, placing it next to his military jacket that he placed on the rack.

He ruffled Hope's hair and gently squeezed her cheek, before he walked closer to his wife and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her neck as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his stubble and facial scars leaving a ticklish sensation on her skin.

He tilted his head slightly. "What's wrong love? What's with the tears?"

The sight of his wife's tears made his heart flutter. She was the most important in his life, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. He cupped her cheeks, gently and softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs as he turned her around, lifting her chin up.

"Hey baby, look at me. What happened?" He questioned and softly mumbled, holding her close and rubbing her back, looking right at her. He was always direct and straightforward, he hated when she started crying without a clear reason.

Simon looked at hope and nodded for her to go upstairs

Hope quickly nodded, standing up and heading upstairs to her room, taking a last glance at her worried parents before closing her door. Simon cupped his wife's cheeks again and kissed her tenderly on the lips, hoping that would calm her down and make her talk.

I showed the pregnancy test “20 years of marriage Simon, and this is how you try to dispose me? Who is that fucking bitch? It’s not like she can give you what I cannot.”

His eyes widened as he saw the pregnancy test in her hand, looking back up at her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, sighing deeply as he placed his forehead on hers, shaking his head softly.

"Baby, no. I'm not trying to dispose you love, I wouldn't do that. You know I love you, why would I cheat?" He said and gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek, his voice filled with sincerity.

“Then why did I find this in our car? Who was it?”

He gently pulled away, sighing again as he ran his hand through his hair in a stressed and flustered manner, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of him. This conversation was going in a direction he never wished it would go.

He didn't answer her yet, taking a moment to find the right words.

“It’s not mine. And no you have a google cam so you won’t see me with a woman in our car.”

I laughed “I’m not stupid Simon, who else could possibly drive our car?”

We both looked each other in the eye and both came to a realization.

“Fuck it’s one of the kids.” I said

He groaned and facepalmed, shaking his head. "Ugh, I knew I raised them wrong.”

He sighed in disappointment before he continued: "I'm going to talk with Hope, you go talk with Killian. They'll only talk when we're separated. I'm going to find out what the hell is going on.”

And with that, he let go of her and began walking up the stairs, muttering "Damn kids..”

As he reached the door of Hope's room, he softly knocked, his knuckles tapping gently against the wood. A soft and slightly annoyed voice echoed from inside, her words muffled slightly but still faintly audible.

"Yeah?" She said from within the room and after a few seconds, she sighed before opening the door, her eyes immediately widening in surprise as her tall father stood in front of her.

"Uh, Hey dad," she gulped, gulping.

Ghost raised a brow to her nervousness and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched her intently. He could tell something was up and he wasn't going to leave until she spoke.

"Hope." He stated simply, his gaze never leaving hers as he eyed her up and down. She could feel his presence intimidating her but he remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

Hope swallowed hard, her hands gripping tightly to the door as she nervously looked into her father's intense gaze. His height towered over her, making her seem even more small and vulnerable under his intimidating presence.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she finally spoke up, her voice shaky and filled with uncertainty. "Yes, dad?" She managed to say, mentally cursing herself out for flinching.

Ghost's gaze remained fixed on hers, his expression unwavering. He could sense her unease, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.

"We need to talk, Hope." He stated firmly. "Now. Close the door and have a seat."

Hope gulped heavily, her heart racing as she closed the door behind her and took a seat in a nearby chair, crossing her arms in an attempt to appear nonchalant. But Ghost saw right through that façade, and he wasn't fooled one bit.

With his hands crossed over his chest, he surveyed his daughter intently, watching her every move as she waited for the inevitable interrogation.

“Is this some military training? If so maybe try this on Killian as I don’t want to be bombarded by terrorists any time soon.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at her attempt to joke, not amused in the slightest. Though, he couldn't blame her for trying to diffuse some of the tension, it wouldn't work. He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer, his frame towering over her as he looked down at her with unwavering eyes.

"Hope," he began firmly. "We need to talk about the pregnancy test in the car. Explain."

She looked disgusted

“First of, no I’m not pregnant, second off yes I did do some stuff but I always take my birth control. Very embarrassing to have this talk with my dad..” she muttered

He raised a brow, clearly unconvinced but not exactly surprised. He knew how sneaky his daughter could be, she always had a rebellious streak in her. He crossed his arms again and leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Alright," he replied slowly. "And the pregnancy test? Where did that come from? Who was it?" He pressed.

She laughed “oh dad you have so much to learn, maybe ask at that irritating douche I need to call my brother”

Ghost gritted his teeth in annoyance, his patience starting to wear thin. He knew that she was still not fully cooperating and playing games with him.

"Language, Hope," he reprimanded, his tone firm and authoritative. "You need to explain this to me right now and stop playing games. Who are you really sleeping with?"

“Oh my god.. I haven’t slept with someone in weeks! But killian has some chicks being head over heels for him!”

He listened to her explanation, his eyes narrowing as she mentioned about her brother. It didn't surprise him that Killian would be a heartthrob, what surprised him was the situation happening behind his back. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"And you know this because..?" He questioned, raising a brow.

She tried to get out of this situation “uh well, yeah uh..”

Ghost's piercing gaze never wavered as he stepped closer to her, towering above her as he firmly and assertively raised a brow.

"Hope," He warned, his voice laced with warning. "You're not leaving this room until you give a straight answer. Stop stalling or the next conversation will be much worse."

It was clear that he was done playing games and would not tolerate any more nonsense. He expected the truth, and he expected it now.

“Oh my god dad! I can’t tell that’s a secret between me and killian or else mom won’t sleep anymore”

His annoyance grew with her response, clearly not satisfied with it. He gritted his teeth, frustration evident in his eyes.

"Hope, enough with the games." He said lowly, his voice dangerously close to a growl.

"You have three seconds to give me one, straight answer, or I’ll have your mother find out what exactly is going on. And this isn’t a threat, it's a warning. You don’t want to see your mother’s reaction to all of this. Understood?"

“Fine, killian takes me to his friends house parties every Saturday so we can both have some fun and he just parties with me.. and I guess he went with a girl that evening?”

He listened intently, taking in every word she said with a serious expression. His brow furrowed as she continued and when she was done, he let out a deep sigh. He ran a hand over his head as he processed the information his daughter have given.

"I see." He finally said after a moment of tense silence. "Is this why you two has been coming back home late every Saturday night?" He questioned, his tone firmer than before.

“I’m not the one to blame here! I’m just enjoying my young years, now please get out before I make sure you somehow get out? Also go talk to killian!”

His eyes narrowed at her request, clearly not amused with her attitude, but he had to admit, she was not the one to blame this time. With a deep sigh, he nodded slightly and walked to the door.

"We will continue this later," he warned before walking out of her room and closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking downstairs to his next mission. Confronting Killian.

He saw shym sitting on the kitchen counter pouring herself a glass of wine, she looked so sexy today.

Simon couldn't help but admire her beauty as she stood there, pouring herself a glass of wine. In his eyes, she was always sexy and attractive. He slowly approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder from behind, and gently massaging it before planting a kiss on her neck.

“Baby is kil still out with his mates?” He asked shym.

Shym looked irritated ready to throw her glass at the window “what did hope say? I swear to god-“

It’s Killian Simon said

Shym looked surprised at her husband

“What did you just say?”

Simon chuckled also being not amused at all “Your daughter is too much like you, and your son is a heartrob.”

Shym smiled “we did make beautiful kids didn’t we?”

Until she heard a click of the door and Killian walked inside. And there was a sound of the front door opening Killian coming inside the house.

Simon’s eyes flicked towards the door as Killian entered the house, his attention immediately shifting to his son. He gently squeezed Shym's shoulder before making his way towards the entrance, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and disappointment.

Killian froze at the sight of his father waiting for him by the door, he gulped nervously, sensing that he was in trouble.

Shym walked behind him staring daggers in his eyes “catch it.” And threw the pregnancy test towards Killian

Killian caught the pregnancy test in mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief and fear. He looked pale and sweat started to form on his forehead, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest.

Simon stood there with his arms crossed, his expression stern and disapproving, waiting for his son to explain.

Killian gulped, his hands trembling slightly as he held the pregnancy test.

"I… I can explain,” he finally managed to stutter out, his voice shaky and weak. “I-"

I walked towards Killian and gave him a slap on the shoulder “first of, what the actual fuck are you having unprotected sex? U are 17 Killian!” I wanted to berate him more before Simon intervened

Killian winced at the slap and looked at his parents sheepishly, rubbing his shoulder gently. He knew he had messed up, and he braced himself for the verbal berating that was to come from his mother. But Simon stepped in, placing a calming hand on her shoulder.

Simon gave his son a serious look before speaking. "Explain." He simply said.

Killian took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"I’m sorry, okay? I was at a party and things got carried away. I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear." The boy began, his eyes averted as guilt washed over him. "I just...I didn’t think-"

A tense silence hung in the air as Killian explained himself. But both Simon and Shym remained unsympathetic with a stern expression, clearly not satisfied with his excuse.

Simon's gaze hardened as he shook his head. "You didn’t think?” He repeated, his voice firm. "That's not an excuse, do you understand the consequences of your actions?"

“What is the girl going to do with this baby? Are you even sure it’s yours.”

Killian looked even more anxious as his mother questioned him about what the girl planned to do with the baby. He hadn't even thought about that. And as for the paternity, he honestly didn’t know.

After a few moments of silent thinking, he finally responded. "I don't know," he admitted weakly. "I haven't talked to her yet."

Simon nodded, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He could sense his son's guilt and fear, but it wouldn't resolve any of this.

“You will talk to her. Now.” He stated firmly, his authoritative tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“Roger that sir!” And Killian ran out of the house

Simon nodded, watching as his son dashed out of the house. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the kitchen counter, rubbing his temples in frustration.

Shym stood beside him, her hands on her hips as she stared at the empty door. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke and looked at Simon with a hint of a smirk.

"You’re going softer on that boy."

“I am a mother, not a drill sergeant.” I laughed

Simon chuckled slightly at her remark, a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Of course, you’re not," he agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her closer and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

[whoreforchr1s]

can you do a chris x reader where the reader is having a hard time speaking in a car video and becomes frustrated with herself and chris helpe her and calm her down?? sorry if this is confusing

cat got my tongue - c.sturniolo

pairings- chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing?? but this is EXTREMELY short and rushed..

a/n: hopefully this is what you were thinking!❤️ please keep the requests going im literally willing to write nearly ANYTHING so don’t be afraid to request :)

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“One time i threw a basketball at my brother’s nose and made him bleed but then i gave him a bit of salad to cheer him up.” Chris reads from the seat infront of me, his voice softer than usual.

I had been situated in Matt’s car, next to Nick in the back seat. Chris, my boyfriend knew my day had not been the greatest today.

For starters, i woke up on my period. Then, everything was just going wrong. I had to rewrite a whole email i had accidently deleted, my hair wasn’t going the way it was supposed to, my makeup clung to all my dry areas, i burned the last slice of bread, and I was just so angry about everything!

throughout the day, Chris made sure not to leave my side in case i needed anything, and was way calmer than he usually is.

I snapped out of my daydream about everything wrong that happened today by Nick’s voice asking me a question. “What about you, y/n? Do you think they are naughty or nice?”

“Uh, i think- like, it kind of, like depends, on what they- what on they, on what they what they’re for-“ I cut myself off with an irritated yelp, my hands grabbing my hair, a habit that i should probably work on growing out of.

My knees tucked in to touch my chest, my chin resting on the top of my knees as i pulled my hair out of frustration.

Chris was quick to act, frantically removing my hands from my head. His hand falls to my knee as he gently strokes it will his thumb. “It’s alright, take your time.” He says gently, before facing Nick.

“Move.” He orders. “What?” Nick replies, confused. “Move, swap seats with me.” Chris replies, already getting out the car.

Nick opens his car door without a word and hops into chris’ seat.

Chris climbs in the seat next to me, immediately putting an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest as his free hand falls to my thigh.

“Do you wanna try again, baby?” He asks gently and quietly.

He doesn’t wait for an answer and gently pushes my thighs to my legs in a normal position again. “C’mon. What do you think? you think they’re naughty? or nice?” He asks, rubbing shapes into my shoulder.

“I think, it depends” I say slowly, before he nods proudly. “yeah? on what?” he whispers.

“Well, what did- what did the brother do to get..hit.” I reply quietly. “I think you have a point! well done ma.” He says encouragingly.

“okay well i think it’s an absolute sin that a bit of salad improves someones mood.” Nick says quickly, ruining the moment.

[mikobeautifulheart]

jjk boys (aged up cuz itd be weird lol) with an older girlfriend, like 3 or 4 years older. tysmm!!! 🩷🩷 love your writting

Awww shucks your making me blush.

JJK men with an older girlfriend

TW: Ageing lol. Yuji is aged up to 21 but Yutas like in his first yearish while your almost graduating ig. horrible spelling.

INCLUDING: Yuji and Yuta

-Yuji-

"Itadori, I know that Todo kid asked you this almost 6 years ago, btu what's your type in women?" Gojo asked in curiosity.

The more Gojo thought about it he never saw Yuji be romantically interested or in a relationship. Thats why he nearly fell backward with Yujis reply

"Eh, my girl friend really, she's all I look for and all I need." He said mindlessly walking ahead futher into the cursed building.

"G-g-girlfriend?" Gojo said turning his head a 180.

"Yep! We've been together for 8 years!" Yuji said proudly.

"HOW COME I NEVER KNEW"

"Well I was a student a Jujutsu high at the time and she was in the starting her college degree" Yuji said.

"College degree? What is she, super smart for a 16 year old?" Gojo asked his interest only growing.

"Uh...Well she would have been, I met her when she was 19 so she kinda had everything figured out." Yuji says playing with his thumbs.

"So she's older then you?" He asked

"Well yeah but... that dosen't matter, only by 3 years any ways. Honestly is there really anything wrong with that?"

"No, no of course not its just that you didn't strike me as the type of guy to go for older women, you little devil." Gojo said giving Yuji a gentle but hard slap on the back.

"When you think about her age is no where near Sukuna's so I wouldn't be so worried."

"YUJIIII" you yelled waving in the distance.

"Is that your little friend or something." Gojo asked looking at you.

"No, that's my girlfriend." He smiled waving back.

"What was it like having an older girlfriend anyways?" Gojo said slightly taken aback.

"It was actually pretty good, honestly she would sometimes pick me up in her car or drive me to surprise dates, I think I prefer older women more actually." Yuji said quickening his pace.

"Hm interesting."

"Plus she's talker then me." Yuji finally tan to you. He picked you up and swung you around as Gojo looked on in envy.

~Yuta~

"Okkotsu. What's your type!" Todo asked anticipating his answer.

"M-M-MY GIRLFRIEND!" He accidently shouted in nervousness.

Everybody's Heads turned.

"Rika?" Panda asked.

"No..." Yuta sighed almost dropping his Katana

Now he had everybody's attention.

"Well. What's she like" Todo said crossing his arms.

"Well...she's really kind. And pretty. And amazing. And smart. And strong. And-"

"I get it, but what dose she look like." Todo said cutting off Yutas mumbling.

"Well she's shorter then me by uh maybe 2 cm?"

"So? What dose that mean, shes younger by 2 years or something?"

"The opposite actually. She's finishing high school soon, she's 3 years older then me so..."

Again everybody listened.

"You like older women?" Todo asked

"I'm not really picky but...yeah..." He rubbed his hand sheepishly behind his head.

Welll it didn't matter anymore because the school competition still happened and Kyoto lost.

Yuta walked down the streets finding your apartment block and walking up its stairs. He used his key to open the door and creep inside, the lights were off and everything was suspiciously silent. He kept walking through the apartment spotting you asleep on your desk, all your school work scattered around you.

"God your so perfect" He mumbled going over to you and picking you up laying you down gently on your bed.

AITHOURS NOTE: I didn't really know what to write because the age difference isn't that big of a deal compared to some other age differences... anyways I hope it's kinda what you wanted, reblogs r okay and good whatever time to you.

[munsonify]

desc. when with with your friends at a local diner, you see your ex boyfriend out with a new girl not even two weeks after the breakup. luckily, steve’s there to support you.

blurb • 525 words

you could feel your eyes welling up with tears the moment they laid eyes on him. him and his smug little smirk you only saw when he got something he wanted. it sent you into a spiral, and it was quick. you stumbled on your feet as you were guided towards a booth inside of the dimly lit diner, eyes not leaving what you saw.

he was sat with a girl with thick, curly blonde hair and a wide toothy grin plastered on her face. whatever he was saying must’ve been funny. her hand reached over to nudge his arm gently with a high pitched giggle. it was awful.

your friends knew of the situation - he’d broken up with you only 2 weeks before this, giving some fake excuse as to why he felt like he needed to. it broke your heart. you couldn’t quite pinpoint where it went wrong. you’d just been talking about your future with him days beforehand.

you sat yourself on the inside of the booth you shared with four of your other friends. it was a tight squeeze on your side, but you made it work. your thigh was pressed firmly against your friend steve’s, with the other pressed right up against the wall to your side. even with your knees knocking against his, and the slight stickiness you felt on the table, you couldn’t bring your eyes away from him.

you always had a feeling he’d been embarrassed of you. he’d insist on going on dates late at night, or in the next town over. he’d never ramble about you to his friends, or make an effort to show you off to anyone. it sounded self centered complaining about something like this, but you couldn’t help but feel overly self conscious about the whole thing. seeing him with a new girl, smiling proudly as she laughed at every last dumb joke he made, only made it worse.

it wasn’t until you felt a hand on yours that you pulled your eyes away from your ex. you looked down at your lap to see a third hand accompanying yours, large and slightly calloused and gentle. your eyes drifted to steve, whose eyes were shining right back at you, welcoming. he gave your hands a gentle squeeze, swiping his thumb against the back of your hand closest to him. there was something about him that helped you ground yourself.

steve offered you a soft, encouraging smile, his hand not leaving yours. you let yourself settle in beside him, taking a long deep breath.

he made conversation with you the entire night. his hand barely left yours as you spoke about whatever came to mind - life, friends, silly memories. he spoke to you with such care, even though the conversation wasn’t about your problem and worries. you liked how thoughtful and caring he could be.

steve was a reminder that everything would be okay. it was nights like these that made you remember you had someone to fall back on no matter what. you’d be forever grateful you had someone who wasn’t embarrassed of you. you’d be forever grateful you had steve.

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[goosefruit]

surprise!

vanessa shelly x reader

tw: none really, slight mention of william afton killing kids

a/n: this is really random but i love the way vanessa says "frickin'" in the movie so i included it in this fic

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You scanned the room around you one last time, checking that everything was in place as planned. 

Gold and white balloons adorned every corner, streamers hung off the ceiling, and a romantic candle-lit dinner was prepared on the dining table. The only thing missing was the subject of celebration, who you suspected should be arriving any moment now. 

"Happy birthday!" You cried out as Vanessa finally stepped through the front door. She was immediately taken aback; however, her expression quickly became one of joy.

"What is all this, Y/N? You didn't have to!" 

You knew that Vanessa didn't like to make a big deal out of her birthday. Hell, you weren't even sure if she remembered that today was her special day, with the way she never mentioned it (in fact, the only reason you knew her birthday was because of that singular time it slipped into the conversation when you were just a month into dating). 

"Nessa, babe. I know you have a hard time celebrating yourself, but today is your day, so let me help you feel special, m'kay?" You helped her out of her work gear and guided her to the dining table. Arranged was a variety of all her favourite dishes, alongside a vase of roses. You gave a shy laugh; the food had taken you several attempts before it was satisfactory. "I'm not the best cook, but I tried my best."

"God, I don't even know what to say," Vanessa couldn't suppress the grin that stretched across her face. "Thank you so much, my love. You are the sweetest frickin' angel ever."

One hand cupped your cheek and the other found its home on your waist as she pulled you in for a kiss, her cherry flavoured-lips fitting perfectly against your own. She smelled amazing, like an elixir of vanilla and jasmine that you had now associated with warmth and comfort.

"How about we eat before the food gets cold, and continue this later?" You whispered when you finally pulled apart for air, your face a centimetre away from hers. 

"You're right. I gotta see if I should make you do all the cooking from now on."

Dinner was filled with laughter, flirty exchanges, and your girlfriend complimenting your culinary skills. You swore that your face was bright red by the end of it, with her praises and the way she made you giggle till you couldn't breathe. 

"Alright, alright, if you thought the steak was good, just wait till you see the cake," you got up and proudly made your way to the fridge.

"There's cake too? You're going to put me into a food coma!"

"Wouldn't be a birthday without a cake. Made it myself too," the excitement in your voice was evident as you set down a colourful cake on the table. Vanessa gasped as she took a closer look. 

On the cake was your best attempt at drawing you, Vanessa, and the four animatronics in icing. You were definitely not a professional artist, but your years of art lessons as a kid paid off, if you said so yourself. It was a depiction of your girlfriend's favourite picture: one taken at the pizzeria while the six of you danced to music, Vanessa in your arms as the animatronics looked on with joy (as best as they could, in their robotic ways).

You looked to her for approval, but were alarmed when you were met with her tear-streaked face instead.

She caught you staring in concern and buried her face in her hands, shoulders trembling as she sobbed. You had rarely seen Vanessa cry like this, not even after almost getting murdered by her own father. 

"Vanessa? What's wrong, sweetheart?" You wrapped an arm around her, thumb rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm sorry," she lifted her head to look up at you with teary eyes. It was astounding how beautiful she looked, despite her smudged mascara and red puffy eyes. "I'm not sad, I promise. It's just, as cheesy as this sounds, no one has ever made me feel this important before. I think you're the first person in this world that has ever loved me like this."

"Baby," you kissed her forehead, on the verge of crying yourself.

"And I can see that you put in so much effort to learn all these little details about me, not to mention the time you must have spent putting this whole thing together. Y/N- fuck, I feel like I don't deserve you."

You rested your head on the nape of her neck, your hand finding hers to interlace your fingers together, 

"The last time I had a birthday party, I was eight," she continued with a sniffle. "And," 

A sigh interrupted her sentence, and you could guess that this next part was hard for her to say: 

"You know, when there’s a bunch of unsuspecting, innocent children around, my father...h-he takes advantage of that. I begged him to never have a birthday party again after that, because though I might not have been able to stop him, I couldn't bear to be an accomplice to his crimes."

Vanessa's father really messed her up----that much you knew----but it still broke your heart every time you heard her speak about it.

"What he did will never be your fault, Nessa. I love you more than you know, and I need you to know that you deserve nothing but the best." 

She cracked a weak smile. "Okay, okay, enough sob stories. I want to be in a good mood when we cut this gorgeous cake of yours."

"You know what, I have something else that may be able to cheer you up." You shook your head in amusement. "Don't you wanna see the presents I got you?"

From behind the living room couch, you grabbed a large gift bag and presented it to her. 

And oh did she love it. She couldn’t stop squealing in excitement as she opened your present: a book that was on her reading list, a candle with her favourite scent, a gold necklace that you caught her eyeing at the jewelry store, and a photo album filled with pictures of the two of you. 

The cherry on top was a heartfelt card that brought tears to her eyes, once again.

“And also,” you began to unbutton the top of your blouse, allowing her to catch a glimpse of the hot pink lingerie underneath. “A bonus gift.”

“Holy shit, I really am spoiled!”

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D18: Deep - Felix

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Pairing:  Felix x Afab! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: His voice isn't all that's deep.

Warnings: Voice kink, cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, lack of foreplay, implied eating out.

Word Count: 901

Felix had cleared you a space on the kitchen counter to settle as he attempted a new recipe, a type of macaron he’d seen and been wanting to try to make himself. Wanting you there to give another opinion on some of the vague phrases the recipe stated instead of merely his own judgment. Though him handing over some stray raspberries was also nice.

“The jam and buttercream are both in the fridge and now the cookies are in the oven, but I just feel like I should do something with the raspberries to add to the decoration. Do you think they’re too plain alone?” Though every time he has spoken his voice had been so deep that your focus had been solely on that while the words flowed in one ear and out the other, panties dampening, while you missed entirely that he had asked you a question. At least until he came over to stand between your legs, looking at you in concern, “Y/N? Are you zoning out again? Is everything okay?” 

"What? Oh yeah I'm fine Felix, sorry I didn't mean to get distracted." You sigh softly, but he doesn't let your head drop. Catching you with a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb brushing delicately against your skin.

"It's okay it happens, I was just worried." He assured, slipping in closer to pull you into his arms, rubbing your back for a few moments, "Just remember that if something is weighing on you that you can tell me."

You hug him back, humming softly, "I know Felix, it's nothing like that I promise. Just a slight distraction. Genuinely."

He nods as he pulls away, to go check on the cookies again, "Alrighty, I just wanted you to know."

You get a few moments of reprieve when he carefully pulls the cookies out of the oven. Looking over them proudly before turning to you with a smile, "So what should we do while we wait for them to cool?"

"I'm fine with whatever." You shrug, raising a brow as he responds to that with a giggle.

"Oh yeah? Then how would you feel about doing your distraction?" His voice is deep contrary to the airy giggle he had let out in a moment before. 

"I- What?!? You knew?" You stutter out and he's giggling again though slightly more flustered now, a light pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Well I had an inkling, but just now when we were talking I made sure my voice wasn't as deep and suddenly you weren't so distracted anymore." He admits and now it's your turn to feel your cheeks burning, scrambling for an excuse of which never comes.

"And you're not bothered by it?" Is all that comes out and he's quick to shake his head.

"Not at all. I'm flattered in fact. I've actually wanted to eat you out since you sat on the counter, but then my voice would probably be too muffled for you." Felix teases lightly, but he's certainly not wrong in his statement.

"Do you understand how wet I am right now? With all the talking you've done I've been dripping almost the entire time I've been here. I bet you'd slip right in with no problem right now if you wanted." You answer and he scoffs in disbelief.

"Oh is that so? Well then maybe we should find out." He grabs your wrist and drags you over to the couch, gently pushing you back onto it. Though you're almost immediately sitting up to pull your shirt off as he starts to do that himself. Both of you quickly stripping, “Shit you were right, you are soaked.” 

He chuckles, the sound having a hint of a growl in it that has you clenching around nothing as he slowly runs two fingers through your folds to collect some of your slick and bring it to his hard cock, coating the tip with it. The tip that he then brings to your folds and rubs through only to coat in even more of you before carefully slipping in with very little resistance.

“No wonder you were so distracted baby, I bet this was uncomfortable, wasn’t it? Don’t worry though, I’m going to give you what you want now.” Felix assures with a smirk, he still takes his time despite how easy it is for him to push in, not wanting it to truly hurt you at any point. 

“Felix, just fuck me.” You whine, moving your hips now to get the rest of him inside you in one more. The man threw his head back in a deep raspy moan. 

“Fine, but you asked for this baby.” He presses your legs further apart, leaning down by your ear as he starts thrusting quickly cursing into your ear each time you clench around him. The sound of his deep voice right into your ear makes you hyper sensitive, eyes fluttering shut and wiping your mind of any coherent thoughts as his cock presses against your spot with each thrust until you’re cumming around him quickly, having been pent up for so long. Though when he pulls out instead of continuing until he cums for you you’re whining. Something that makes him laugh a little again.

“Relax baby. I’m just satisfying my fantasy now that I’ve satisfied yours. Then I’ll use your pretty little pussy to make myself cum, don’t worry.”

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But I’m Kind Of Green

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: April showers bring May flowers. As the warm spring air carries in a warmth you and Harry haven’t felt for months, you spend the day basking in the sunlight and admiring the things you couldn’t really see in the dark winter.

The grass underneath my fingertips tickles my skin as I wrap my knuckles around the roots a tug. Soft sounds of squeaking filling the silence that lingers between us. The silence is never awkward, nor is it heavy. Our eyes flicker between each others faces and our hands narrowly avoid the others in the freshly cut grass.

“Did you wear sunscreen?” Harry smiles with his front teeth before shaking his head, and his eyes flicker down to my nose for a moment.

“I can tell.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, scooting his hips closer to mine and tucking his hands beneath his head like a pillow. He rests his hair in his palms.

“You get burnt under your eyes real bad, I can see that coming in. But you’re also getting freckles again.” Harry laughs.

“Anything else?”

I think about it for a second, but decide to just move impossibly closer and place my own palms beneath my head to rest.

“No.”

Harry hums.

“Well, I like being in the sun, we haven’t had weather like this in a while.” He begins, “and I think it’s my favorite kind of weather because it’s easier to see you.”

“How so?” I smile, still searching around his own face. I can feel the heat not only radiating from the sun above but also bouncing off of his body onto mine. It’s a warm blanket of love and comfort wrapping around us in the early may heat.

“In the winter your eyes are brown.”

I raise my brow, blinking more rapidly subconsciously.

“Well, my eyes are brown.” Harry smiles smugly, “Says so on my license too.”

“Well then your license is wrong. Your eyes are hazel.” He smiles proudly, his leg throwing itself over my knee to link us together in yet another way.

“Are they?”

Harry hums, smiling sweet at me and turning to the side completely to admire the way the sun beats down on us. He has a dopey look in his eyes I wish I could capture forever in my memory. A lazy haze that he only gets at this time of the year, when the harsh winter is transitioning into a breezy summer.

“Yep. But you can only tell in the sun. They look plain brown in the dark, but when we lay out like we are now you’re green all over. Not to say I don’t like your brown eyes, but I just think it’s interesting because I don’t really get to see the green for that long.” His thumb swipes over my cheek slowly, tracing my cheekbone down to my chin. He sets his hand back under his ear with a shuffle.

“Well, your eyes are just kind of green in the winter but they get really green in the summer. I think that’s pretty cool too. And your hair, it’s darker in January than it is in June.” I laugh under my breath, melting into every lingering touch of Harrys skin to mine.

“I guess we’re both kind of green then. That’s something else we have in common.”

Sometimes when Harry talks to me like this I wonder if I’ve done anything in my life good enough to deserve this. All the love the that pours out of him reflects back onto me so I can send it back over. We sweet talk and laugh like we have no stress in the world and if I cry I know he’ll be the one to hold me. I wonder if there are other people out there who experience the same kind of love we have, if the little things make them feel as giddy as they do for us.

I can feel the laughter bubbling up my throat and through my body with the realization that we both share a but of green in ourselves. I never really noticed the green before Harry pointed it out, and I would have never have known if he hadn’t told me.

In moments like this I wonder how I survived in such a grey and dreary world without Harry by my side. I think back on all of our adventures and think about how boring everything must have been without his warm presence and soft laughter in my ear.

“But I’d still love you if you weren’t.” He adds with a cheeky smile, his hands gripping my waist to lift me over his hips. I lay my head near his and bathe in the may breeze with the people around us and the bees in the leaves.

I think I whisper to him that I love him, but I’m not really sure because now I can only focus on him and all of his greens.

I once lived a life of total winter, darkness clouding my eyes, but now I see the world the way I think I should have always been seeing it. Because summers are more fun and the winters are shorter. Brown eyes are nice, but I’m kind of green and so is Harry.

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“I-I tried to be extra good,” she cries. “I really like living here.”

“Extra good?” Buck asks. 

She nods. “So you wouldn’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He asks. 

“I don’t know,” she sobs. 

Buck thinks. Really thinks about it. How polite she’s always been. Such good manners. Refusing to ask for anything. Lying to cover up little things she was supposed to do but messed up or forgot. Shutting down when he tried to correct the behavior. 

She’s been trying to avoid anger he’s never even shown. This whole time. 

“Oh, Dove,” he whispers. “Look at me. Can you do that?”

She nods, gulping, and looks at him.

“You’re not going to get in trouble for no reason. If I’m ever mad, I promise I’ll explain why. And I promise I won’t send you away.”

“Really?” She sniffs. 

“Really,” Buck says. “And if you make a mistake or are nervous about something, you can tell me. I got in trouble all the time as a kid. It’ll take a lot to upset me.”

“You did?” She asks.

“Oh yeah,” Buck nods. “You can ask Maddie all about it.” 

Dove takes a deep breath. 

“I can stay? Really?”

“Really,” he nods. “I’m going to do everything I can to adopt you.”

“Adopt me?” She asks. 

He nods. “Yep. So that even if we aren't related by blood, you’d be my kid.”

“Your kid,” she echoes.

“Is that okay?” He asks. 

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

Buck smiles. “Cool. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“We’re on the same bed,” she says. 

Buck chuckles. “It’s a saying. It means, we want the same thing.”

“Oh,” she thinks this over. “We do.”

Buck reaches over to wipe a tear off her cheek with his thumb. 

“Can I get you a cup of water? You must be thirsty now.”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

He goes to get the water and when he comes back, she still looks a little wary. Knees tucked up to her chest, holding Chomp. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks her. 

“Um…” She frowns. “Can I say I love you too?”

Buck’s heart skips.

“If you want to,” he tells her. “You don’t have to. I won’t be mad. But if you love someone, and you want to tell them, it’s a good thing.”

“I love you, Buck,” she says in a very tiny voice. Like she’s not quite confident. 

He grins at her, throat tight. 

“I love you, too,” he says. “And I always will.”

He hadn’t thought about that before. But he knows it’s true. He’s going to love her for the rest of his life. 

iii.

She’s sort of a new kid after that. 

Buck is kind of in awe of it. How resilient kids are. Mara is proof of that too. Going from nonverbal and shut down to a veritable ball of sunshine. So he shouldn’t be surprised that Dove comes right out of her shell, too. But he sort of is? He’s sort of surprised he was able to accomplish it. Without much outside intervention. But he did. And it’s kind of amazing. 

They tell each other they love each other every day. More than once a day. It’s like now that’s been given the permission and security she’s just overflowing with it. All the love she’s never had an outlet for. 

When Eddie comes over to carve pumpkins, it’s clearer than ever. 

“Eddie!” She greets him. “Guess what!”

“Dove! What?” He asks. Probably expecting something to do with jack-o-lanterns.

“I love you!” She proclaims proudly. 

Eddie nearly drops his carving kit. 

“Wow,” he says, bending to give her a little hug. “That’s so sweet, Duckling. I love you, too.”

When she pulls out of the hug, she looks back at Buck and grins so wide he’s convinced she’s been hooked up to a solar panel. 

“Good job,” he tells her, giving her a little thumbs up. “Go put on a tee shirt, okay? We don’t want to get your sleeves covered in pumpkin guts.”

“Okay!” She says, then runs towards the stairs, eager to get the ball rolling on pumpkin carving. 

“That was… Unexpected?” Eddie says when she’s gone. “But adorable?”

[realisticjupiter]

Can you do chishiya with a reader who is insecure about their body and chishiya is confused but tried to make the reader feel better in his own way. Thank you!

Summary: Chishiya wants you to believe, that he believes, you're beautiful.

Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff , slightly suggestive

Warnings: slightly suggestive, insecurity, lmk if anything else.

Word Count: 500+

a/n: sorry this took a bit to make! had trouble thinking of ideas but I hope this is what you wanted!!

"You're beautiful." He muttered into your ear as you sat comfortably on his lap.

You shook your head, pulling your head away from his own. You only stared blankly at him, your mind trying to convince you of his words.

"No, I'm not." You whispered, brushing your fingers against the two pieces of hair that framed his face.

"What?" He asked, confused. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, trying to read through your soft expression.

"I don't want you to feel obliged to tell me that." You mumbled.

There was nothing to be confused about. Being insecure was always something you struggled with. When you'd tell someone you're not as beautiful as they say you are, it was never you fishing for compliments; but more so trying to find the truth in your visual identity.

You've always felt as if your facial features were spare parts that were thrown around and placed on the wrong body.

"I don't feel obliged." Chishiya shook his head.

"You really are beautiful." He told his mind to speak softly, but his words came out in an uncontrollable sternness.

You shook your head, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. "I've never been able to believe that." You tried to find the words to be more open, to explain further why you could never see yourself that way.

But all you could mutter up were words that made you sound attention seeking and pathetic.

"You've never been able to believe that." Chishiya spoke, emphasizing his words. "I believe it. And, I don't believe in a lot of things." He almost laughed at his own words, rubbing soft circles into your lower back.

You smiled at his comment, "Yeah.." You nodded, watching as he turned his head to look at you in an awkward angle.

He brought his hand to your face, making you sit up to look him in the eyes. "I believe..." He spoke, taking in a sharp breath, "You have beautiful eyes.." He whispered, rubbing his thumb against the eye bags that your eyes proudly held.

"Beautiful arms..." He added, moving his hands to rub against your skin but keeping eye contact, trying to let you know he meant every word.

You smiled down at him as he looked up at you, seeking your approval through a smile.

"Everything about you is beautiful." He admitted, bringing his head towards you to place soft kisses on your neck.

"Okay, I get it." You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you pushed his shoulder away from your body.

"I don't think you do." His tone was soft, the type of soft he tried to use earlier.

His eyes met yours, instead of the playful, or mischievous glint he walked around with; they were soft and serious as he looked at you.

You smiled down at him, cupping his face in your hands to lean down and press a soft kiss against his chapped lips.

"Then make me know, Chishiya." You said, breathing against his face. You watched as his eyes blinked back into something you could only identify as lust as they stared into your own.

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