#so soft and fluffy and lovable but Will Bite You

[priestess-of-yuri]

everybody, meet my ex!

they're kind of useless at everything. got no eyes. they make slime so predators don't eat them. that's all they do.

everybody say "hi"!

[gotafewtricks]

Thinking of a Dog!reader, they have dog ears and a tail, and they act exactly like the type of dog they are. Like a golden retriever is happy or how a Saint Bernard is lazy, you know? Just thought it'd be funny with genji having someone like that 😭

★ Bark bark (... literally)

I personally love these silly requests like this, because they have me think more creatively :3 I may not do it aboslute justice, but gosh... I love dogs <3

With you having these dog-like traits, Genji, in general, would note a mental comment on your appearance; but woukd not push not pressure you about it. You were still a person, and no matter how you had such cute ears and a fluffy tail, the ninja was in no place to judge. He would have some strange (yet, somewhat valid) questions about your anatomy—are you colourblind? Do you eat dog food? Can you bark?

No matter how you responded to him, he would be sitting with you; nodding his head affirmatively with each of your statements. Please tell Genji that he's merely being curious, and to also set boundaries with him, if a topic is too much for you. Making you uncomfortable was something he'd hate to ever hear. He would do his very best to help you accommodate towards things as well, if you do need the assistance.

Along with different dog breeds, I'd like to imagine he'd have the most fun with... maybe a Shiba Inu, Chihuahua, or a golden retriever?

The Shiba Inu is a rather iconic pick, plus, fitting for Genji—considering its place of origin. At first, judging by the looks of your animalistic features, he would try to guess what breed you were at first—then, ultimately settled on you being a Shiba, as he saw your personality unfurl. Plus, that curled up tail gave it all away. Your confident yet more reserved, cat-like demeanor amused the ninja; as he was then excited ro see what you'll do next.

With being friends together, Genji would like the refreshing change of pace that was brought by your attitude—loyal and compassionate, whilst still being individually independent. You'd often hang out with him whenever he is practicing his blade, considering that's what he often-time does in his free hours, anyways. You'd give him a pleasant surprise if you showed off your escape artist skills; able to somehow contort yourself around various, high-scalling nooks and crannies. Genji would joke that you were a better ninja than he was!

If the two of you were to ever be in a relationship, Genji would love to feel his hands around the softness of your ears; smiling to himself, seeing how lovable you were. Even though you had so much energy, he knew keeping up such a big personality to-boot had to be exhuasting; he'd note. Based off of memes, he'd go get you random items—like, y'know that one meme where it's a Shiba, and its wearing a piece of bread? He would have very loving pet (haha get the joke haha get it) names, such as Doge. He'd apologize for how terrible he was at these types of things.

For a Chihuahua, he'd have fun with that one. Stereotyped for their small frame but big temper, he would make jokes about your height; comparing you to different objects, and ask if you could even reach them. Genji would open doors for you, since he'd "worry" that you were too short. Everytime you were to snap back at him, you could tell that he'd roll his eyes—adding that reaction as more ammunition that he could use against you, so that he could tease you further in the future.

He understands to take you seriously, and just because you happen to have a canine appearance, he knew you were still a person at heart; even if you acted like a little shit sometimes towards him. Genji is pretty used to being either around the same height as others, or relatively shorter, so he'd like to think of that as a win for him. If you were to challenge him to a fight, he'll say that you with your ankle-biting tactics may be the formidable enemy against his blade.

He knows how exhausting it must be to have such an attitude like that, and to be so cute, so, if you're uncomfortable with his teasing, please do tell him! He wants to know if he is ever pushing boundaries, and would rather you tell him if he is, rather than for him to accidentally upset and hurt you any further, if he has. Genji knows when to lay off if needed, and he will have more creative jokes, rather than just teasing you about your stature or supposed high ego—as he knows that there is far, far more to you than that.

With a golden retriever, he'd be pretty pleasantly surprised! I feel like Genji's a dog person (self-projection), and he has a soft spot for retrievers and labs! With how contagious your smile and energy was, he couldn't help but love the change of pace that he was getting, since often times, he would talk to people who would only have a sour, pessimistic view. Of which he understood, as he once fell into that hole too. Jealous of how people could be so easily idealistic about the world, he would've shunned those feelings, and felt uncomfortable with sharing. With his newfound enlightenment, he understood that peoples' intentions were not to be idealistic—but to put a positive spin on a rather harsh, sinking reality.

It might take him a minute to try and keep up with your pace, but know that if he were to ever get overwhelmed, he will tell you! He found it interesting that your tail would be swishing back and forth constantly, worried at first that you were trying to communicate something—as dogs communicate with all kinds of gestures, and a wagging tail does not equate to a happy puppy. Once he realized that you were just affectionate and loving naturally, he really understood!

Genji was one to not deny someone of their creative expression, and that is also their love language! Wether that maybe platonic or romantic, he will not take it the "wrong" way, as he has difficulties at times with processing his emotions. Don't be affaid to be all excited; he enjoys seeing you happy, and those ears of yours perk up—too!

... also have this 😭

[herzzgeist]

Pairing: Corazon x gn!reader | Word count: 1k | Warnings: none

Synopsis: What happens when a clumsy, tall and thin human being attempts to glide over the ice like a pro figure skater? Especially a certain man who's ability even to stand straight is doomed to fail at times? Correct, he most likely face plants the cold surface - until his lovely little thing (Y/n) steps in, offering a helping hand to that lovable klutz.

A/N: Cold Nights - Warm Hearts! A short winter story to envelope you all in a fluffy feather coat - something mellow and sweet (crushing a bit on this soft boy)

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

The first crystals of snow gathered over the plains, covering the lands in light blue hued white. Everytime you suck in the crisp cold air, your lungs appear to crackle like ice.

Warmth emits from the sunrise, rising into the pastel coloured sky. It's truly a sight to behold - emotions only enhanced by the picture before you, accompanied with the feeling of the soon arriving Christmas eve.

From each step taken, the snow crunches beneath your feet, however a second pair of shoes indents the snow with giant prints next to you. "Hey honey, what do you say we go to the lake and enjoy the ice skating festival near the village?", a voice low asks you sweetily.

Corazon places his palm behind your back, supporting your unsteady stomps on the powdered white. Through breathy huffs you chuckle your reply: "That sounds wonderful!"

You cannot supress more giggles, thinking of your lover slipping over the ice, walzing over it like a stork in a salad field. Rosinante takes notice of your secretive amusement and joins your titters: "What's so funny?" - "I'm sorry, I'm simply looking foward to ice skating with you."

Torn open eyes look you up and down, abashed more than in the slightest. Waving his hands infuriatingly, he declines your little dreams, saying he wouldn't survive such a stunt. He merely wants to 'be' there, enjoying the amtosphere. Right.

The both of you stop your walk for a moment and he stumbles over his own words: "You know I'm not the most . . elegant, (Y/n)."

"Oh hush, you're the most graceful being I know!", you beam and pull on his heart shaped strings of his beanie, drawing him closer to plant a kiss on those silent lips, a hint of smoke lingering on his skin. He hums shakily in fluster and admits defeat: "Alright alright, you win sweety."

-_

Horses pull sleighs over the frozen streets and villagers gather around the stalls of the market, preparing for the ice skating over at the lake, not far from town.

"Are you sure this is going to work?", Corazon holds up a pair of figure skating shoes, looking at them as if they're about to bite his face off. Reassuring him with a purr you nudge his sides. How much you adore this silly man, his playful and overdramatic acting skills when it comes to goofing around.

Ready to rumble, you follow the crowd - the tall blonde mutters, while lighting a cigarette, luckily without his coat catching fire: "I'm going to regret this." - "Don't say that Cora!" The smoke wafts your way, engulfing you. Flicking away the excess ash off the cigarette's tip, his lips form a frown, the red lines of his make up contorting his face to the extreme.

"If you say so . .", to wash away his doubts you interlace your fingers with his, holding his hand gently - so you utter: "You'll totally rock this, trust me."

-_

And he "totally" dragged along the frozen, giving his utmost best in keeping a steady posture, long legs trembling as if new born. to this world Curses spit out of him whenever he realises he's lost balance, losing the fight against gravity - not a surprise.

Each time you hear a loud thud and hushed 'Crap', you whince - shoulders retacting, almost shivering to the sound. Is your man cursed? It is a question that swirls around your mind on a daily basis.

Nonetheless, Corazon is still able to make a show out of this entertaining display, throwing unexpected jokes or tacky puns at you like: "Ice to meet you, you come here often?" He slides by, raising a brow to play it 'cool' and deftly hits the frozen floor.

The adorable clown falls over and over until he's come to the point of accepting his painful fate, simply lying there like a sea star, watching the clouds pass by. "I give up."

Gliding over to the poor body laying pathetically on the ice, limbs expanded to all directions, you lower to his level and reach out for his hand to offer support. "That was a beautiful leap you did there love.", a small huff of muse escapes you, supressing a chuckle convulsively.

"(Y/n), I landed on my ass . . twenty times in three minutes.", Corazon snorts, propping himself up onto his elbows, accepting your assistance. Or does he? He pulls you in, heaving you on top of his large frame. Taken aback, your shock is vacant in your eyes.

"Oi . . what are you-", leaves you in a stutter as he slings his arms around your waist, hugging you. The feathers tickle your nose, yet develop you in comforting softness and warmth. To your luck, there aren't alot of 'witnesses', able to judge you and your rather foward lover. Which is quite the surprise, for Rosinante is a usually reserved and tranquil soul.

After a good while, he whispers: "You know, this is how you make me feel." You don't follow, lifting your covered in dark feathered plush head, tilting in query. Thus he proceeds: "My heart. Whenever you try to encourage me, it slips as if it's constantly on ice. The bright smiles, the sugar sweet kisses you give me. I can't help but to fall all over. Again and again."

Oh those amber eyes, brows curling in a puppy dog manner. Mellow lips find yours, him smiling by the touch of your velvet skin on his. You pull on his heart strings, metaphorically and literally, tugging on the rose coloured hearts of his beanie once more.

"You big dork.", you hum, gifting him a set of white shimmering teeth, grinning over both ears. Corazon reciprocates, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours: "You sweet little thing."

The sun sets - orange hues glazing over the fading blue, to which the snow glistens in flushed colours. Cold looms in the air, every breath taken appearing like fog wading through your mouth.

Christmas is around the corner and you wouldn't have it any other way, than to spend the most beautiful time of the year together with the kindest of hearts in this world.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi :) can you please do a one about Elliot from Euphoria with prompt 20 and like the trope of sexual tension/jealousy pls? Something angsty with a fluffy ending cuz I’ve been having a rough week and he’s my comfort character 🥺

Love angsty jealous tension. I got you love, I hope this helps even just the slightest bit. Looks like we're all going through it right now❤️

I feel like I'm in a cliche sappy song about unrequited love- watching the boy I'm in love with dance around his room with another girl, twirling her under his arm, laughing, throwing his head back with a big smile- it's miserable.

He doesn't feel the weight of my eyes as I lay on his bed, peeking over my phone veery once in a while to sneak a glance at their fleeting glances at one another, my heart dropping to my stomach at their proximity and forgetfulness, completely ignoring the fact that I'm here.

"I'm out of breath- fuck." Rue laughs, flopping onto the bed beside me as Elliot rests his hands on his hips, eyes fluttering up to look at the ceiling as he catches his breath.

"I'm gonna get some air." Kicking off the bed, I slide around Elliot, brushing his hand off of my waist before climbing down the stairs as quickly as I can. I can hear Elliot calling out for me and Rue telling him to let me go but based on the sound of his footprints getting ever so close to mine, I can tell he's running after me.

"Hey, baby- wait up!" Elliot calls as I force the front door open, almost throwing myself out into the cool night air, sucking in a big gulp of air.

"Go back inside, Elliot. I'm gonna call my mom to pick me up." My thumbs fumble on the screen of my phone, teary eyes blurring my vision as Elliot's fingers wrap around my upper arm, tugging me back towards him.

"Jesus- my real name? No doll, sweetheart, babyboy- did I do something?" He asks with a scoffed laugh, soft brown eyes flickering back and forth between mine as he desperately tries to read me.

"I'm not gonna sit here and let you look at Rue like you look at me."

"Like I look at yo- what are you talking about?" He asks, fingers trailing down my arm to brush his fingers against mine but I just shove him away, taking a hefty step away from him so I can think clearly. "We're friends, Y/n. We're all friends."

"Why do you feel the need to specify we’re 'just friends?'" I ask, folding my arms over my chest and his brows furrow.

"Are we not friends?"

"You seriously think I spend all of this time with you- pining over you, hanging onto every word you say, calling you all these sweet names- because I just want to be your friend?" Fury bubbles in my veins, seeing red as he attempts to come up with something to say, lips parting but no words are there.

"Well, I-" He pauses, biting at his bottom lip as his shoulders deflate. "I don't know."

"You just use all the women in your life for attention and then just lead them on until they hate you?" He steps back as if I've slapped him across the face, my words digging to the very root of all of his mommy issues and abandonment issues that he pathetically rubs off on everyone else.

"You hate me?" He asks and the way his voice cracks painfully has my stomach twisting and churning with anxiety that I may have gone too far.

"Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

"It's the most concerning thing out of everything you just said." He worries, taking a step closer to me and I let him but not close enough to manipulate the situation and manipulate me back into his arms like I'm always so quick to do.

"Am I not lovable?" A tear trails down my cheek and Elliot's quick to reach up to wipe it away, fingers lingering against my heated skin, thumb caressing my jaw. "You look me the way you look at Rue and the way you look at Jules- am I not as special to you as I though I was?" He shakes his head in denial, eyes fluttering shut as he reaches out to me.

"No- please, just come inside, you're freaking me out-"

"Hard truth Elliot, I'm in love with you and I have been for a while." There it is, the words that have been begging to escape me for months now- finally out in the air and finally digging into the front of Elliot's brain as he processes for a few seconds, blinking dumbly at me. "Time to wake the fuck up because you're not stupid and I know that you knew." My bottom lip wobbles and I watch his demeanor crack, fingers linking in front of him as his shoulders droop.

"Yeah."

"So why ignore it?" I plead, head spinning at the thought of this being the end of our friendship, for this to finally be the breaking point of no return- the time that sends him running for the hills and right into Rue's arms.

"I don't know." He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes move down to the ground.

"Because you like taking advantage of the only girl who'll ever stay? The only girl who'll actually care?"

"Ouch." He hisses, rubbing a hand over his chest as if he's soothing a physical wound. "I wasn't trying to take advantage of you. I was just trying to avoid this conversation because I don't like talking about feelings." He groans, reaching up to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him, eyes pleading with me to just relax. "You know you're my girl. I didn't know that needed to be said." He whispers, head tilting cutely at me and I blow out a breath of air, eyes fluttering shut. The words do seem to calm down the anxiety running rampant through my mind.

"It needs to be said and it needs to be clearer." I mutter, eyes suddenly widening as his lips press against mine in a simple peck, taking my and my worries completely off guard. He chuckles lightly and pulls away from me, hands moving down to link our fingers together.

"You jealous?" He asks and I nod before I can stop myself, lips still tingling from our unexpected kiss. "Alright. I'll make it clearer." He nods firmly, his words acting like a sort of promise in my brain and I know that I have to hold him to it.

"Start by making it clearer to me."

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[septusuki]

"Yachiyo-san, this-- this lingerie is kind of..." Iroha Tamaki looked down. Beyond the chub of her chin, and her soft, fluffy shoulders, the bra she was wearing was cute, but it only seemed to show off how flat she was. Flat and flabby, with nought but dough packing out what little of a chest she had. Nonetheless, the bra Nanami Yachiyo had gifted her was doing it's best; little bows on her shoulders, padding around the chest, and two curtain-like negligees that parted over her tummy and showed off Iroha's navel. "...Embarrassing, don't you think?" The set had had a pair of panties too, but unfortunately for the fat-packed magical girl, they had long vanished underneath her love-handles, ribbons and all.

"Embarrassing?" From her position on the couch, Yachiyo Nanami swallowed as she re-crossed her legs for the fifth time in the last minute. "They make me wear things a lot worse." She rolled her eyes; Iroha was adorable, and she couldn't even notice it. That gigantic gut she was sporting was an entire cushion, packed full of soft, lovable blubber - 500 or more pounds of it. Yachiyo wanted oh-so dearly to grab a handful of it, but she resisted - for the sake of her own dignity, if nothing else. She had to practically grip the sofa to stop herself leaping up and fondling the belly that Iroha seemed to hate so much, but did nothing to stop it's growth. For now, giving this naive little magical girl special 'gifts', and encouraging her to wear them in front of her was enough. Iroha, try this on. It's a gift.

"W-Well, you're a supermodel!" Iroha moaned, blushing as she felt her entire midsection slosh about as she turned. "It's only natural that you can wear anything..." Pouting and puffing her cheeks out, Iroha tried in vain to suck anything in, only managing to slim her waist down by half an inch - which promptly bulged back out as Iroha reached the end of her rope. Having a housemate who was a supermodel of all things came with it's benefits, but sometimes Iroha felt like all it did was make her feel fatter. Even if it fit suspiciously perfectly, as did all the outfits Yachiyo brought her, it only seemed to make her look fatter, too. If Yachiyo was a supermodel, all Iroha was was super-sized. "Unlike me."

Watching her housemate - with benefits - huff and puff was enough to make Yachiyo need to shuffle her dress about. Picking at the fabric, Yachiyo grunted as she nearly made it worse. This pink little goddess, who jiggled and blushed with every motion, was nothing more than a devil to Yachiyo. Without even meaning to, Iroha could froth Yachiyo up into a horny mess - just like she was doing right now. Dressed up in her lingerie, see-through dolly and all, Yachiyo felt like Iroha was giving her some kind of strip-tease. "You're just as beautiful as me, Iroha." Keeping her praise as normal as possible, Yachiyo forced herself to look away as Iroha's behemoth-sized butt came slowly into view, straining her panties as it sloshed about. Iroha couldn't even see anything beneath her own waist, thanks to her pillow-sized love-handles and arm-rolls, and always ended up asking Yachiyo for help; does it still fit, Yachiyo-san?

Maybe Iroha had been beautiful, before she'd come to Kamihama. That was all buried under meat, now. "I--I think the size might be a bit tight, though..." Unable to call herself fat, despite the fact she weighed almost a quarter-ton, Iroha's dictionary regarding her shape only included the word size. She'd turn into a blushing mess if she so much as said the word chubby. Squeaking like frying meat as she felt the panties bite into her bed-sized hips, Iroha reached down and lifted one of her love-handles, trying to afford herself an inch of space inside the 3XL underwear. Iroha's obese body blushed and shone with sweat; an angel, obsessed with food. "You see...? I've gotten... B-Bigger..."

"Unn--Aahhh--!" Yachiyo couldn't take it anymore; seeing the utter girth of those meatwads had sent her over the edge. Iroha was beyond obese, and she was barely even hiding it; how did you hide something so large, after all? Gasping with teary eyes as she realised that she'd not only ruined her dress, but probably her relationship with Iroha, Yachiyo struggled desperately to fend off another orgasm. "I--Iroha--!" She sobbed as she watched her huge housemate waddle over to 'help' her, feeling all of her carefully-laid plans seep away; Iroha would figure out that she'd become a feedee, and been forcibly fattened up. Perhaps Iroha would even discover the secret shots Yachiyo had taken of her belly after a large meal. If worst came to worst, Yachiyo might even have to explain her alt account...

[sweetbbyshion]

One Hour

-> Shuji Hanma x Reader (AFAB reader, no pronouns mentioned)

characters: Shuji Hanma

genre: smut

summary: you should know better than to make those type of jokes in front of your boyfriend.

warnings: NSFW, established relationship, fingering, use of pet names (baby, darling), fluff towards the end with mentions of aftercare, very small drabble

"Baby, watch this tiktok."

You’re laying on the couch, your head resting on your boyfriend’s lap. Hanma is scrolling through his own phone but sets it aside when you raise your phone to his eye level, almost smashing it on his face. A random girl states that the record for the most female orgasms in one hour is a hundred and thirty four. It's just a random fact and you're happily laughing while rewatching it, asking yourself how it is possible. There is no way someone could come that much in such a short period of time.

“We should definitely try it, Shu. I bet we could break the record.”

Hanma knows it's just a joke, his pretty baby couldn't handle four orgasms without becoming a sobbing mess, squirming away from his evil fingers. There's no way you could handle going past ten. Still, Hanma doesn't miss a chance to tease and break you. He takes your phone from your hand and locks it. At that point, you know you're fucked and regret making the joke. His eyes have a wicked shine and you quickly try to run away but you're stopped by his hand holding your wrist.

“Sit on my lap darling.”

You don't think twice before straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders to keep balance. You know better than to disrespect your boyfriend. If he tells you to sit, you will do it without a second thought. Hanma sets your phone aside and unlocks his own before opening the clock app and setting a one hour timer. Hanma grabs the hem of your (his) shirt and holds it at the level of your mouth, silently asking you to open your mouth and close it after he puts the shirt between your teeth. You roll your eyes when Hanma dramatically rips your panties and he chuckles before saying he will buy you new ones. You will hold him to that and make sure you choose the most expensive ones. After all, you deserve it.

Hanma starts rolling your clit between his fingers as he starts the clock. You can only pray that one hour goes by fast and he gives up. You're yearning for the aftercare and the way he’s going to hold you in his arms and praise you for trying.

After the fourth orgasm, as he predicted, you're sobbing and squirming away, begging him to stop and that you can't do it anymore. You haven't used your safeword so Hanma pays no attention to it and keeps using his fingers, mouth occupied with one of your nipples. He manages to rip five more orgasms out of you before the sound of the alarm rings. At some point, Hanma laid you on the couch. You're dripping down your thighs, bite marks all over your chest and neck. The tears stopped falling at some point but your cheeks are still wet. You're at the verge of falling asleep and can barely feel Hanma’s touches. He picks you up, a hand softly pushing your head to rest on his shoulder. You don't know how he, so easily, went up the stairs and you're sure you fell asleep for a bit along the way but you wake up again with his voice calling your name.

Like you expected, the aftercare is heavenly. Hanma helps you shower, carefully cleaning your whole body while, from time to time, flicking your forehead when you are about to fall asleep. He wraps a fluffy towel around you, drying the water, placing small kisses on your forehead after you kept whining about all the flicking.

If you ever told someone Hanma Shuji was this soft and lovable, no one would believe you. Even Hanma would deny it until the day he died. Still, it's good to have these little moments with him where he just showers you with all of his love.

“You ok? I didn't push you too much, did I?”

“I’m ok Shu. Don't worry.”

“We didn't break the record though.” you hold back the need to roll your eyes. “We’ll try again some other day.”

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[strawberryvanillablast]

Bubbly Hex (Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

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This wasn’t a good idea, you figure. 

You and Giorno were on the trail for a Stand User that was hypnotizing people to do their bidding. Not exactly what you’d call original in terms of motivation but it’s a threat nonetheless. Of course, the Stand User split themselves into two and it’s Giorno’s idea to split up. Did he not want take the risk of you being hypnotized or did he want to prove a point? Anyway, turns out you were tracking down a copy. 

Well, that could only mean one thing. You made your way towards Giorno and it was a tight battle, you had to admit. Of course, the Stand User aimed something at you but Giorno moved and took the brunt of the hit. You clutch onto him in the hopes that it would reduce or nullify the Stand affect. Your fingers clutch onto his hair gently and you mused that it was soft and fluffy. Using some quick wit, you’d began to trap the Stand User in some mucky goop, noting that they’re trapped. 

“Giorno,” You ask, holding his face in your hands. “Giorno, can you hear me?” 

It was a little weird to see Giorno, of all people, in a trance like this. He blinked in steady beats, his green eyes glazed over. You bite your lip, hoping that the other guys would arrive soon. Sure enough, Mista, Fugo, and Narancia arrived in four, no, five minutes. Giorno slowly blinked and stood up straight, towering over you. 

“G-Giorno,” You shiver, intimidated by his stare. “It’s just me, remember?” 

You watch as Giorno closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and undid his braid as well as those victory curls on his head. You and the others stood confused. Then he opened his eyes again and gave all of you a sincerely cheery grin before you were pulled into the biggest bear hug that he could muster. All of you gaped. The Don of Passione obviously didn’t care as he continued to hug you. 

“Oh, [Y/N], you are just too cute for this world,” Giorno cheerily squealed. “You’re so cute and lovable and oh my gosh I can’t handle it at all! So cute, so cute!” His face looked softer and more cheerful than you’ve seen him when he pulled away a little from you. “I’m so happy that you’re here in Passione!” 

“...Giorno,” Mista blinked, not believing his eyes. “Giorno, dude, are you okay?” 

“Mista, Mista,” Giorno turned to him, not letting you go. “I’m more than okay! I’m great with a capital G!” He giggled as he buried his face into your neck, hugging you like you were a teddy bear. You felt yourself bounce up and down as Giorno jumped up and down with unbridled joy. 

“Uh, that’s great, Giorno,” Fugo added uncertainly. “But is it okay if you could let [Y/N] go?” He looked at you in sympathy. “I think you’re restricting their moving.” 

Giorno blinked slowly as he looked at Fugo and then at you, his cheer turning in an expression of confusion. You gave him a weak smile as a response. If you’re being honest, you didn’t know if the Stand’s effect would make him volatile. As it stood, his confusion turned into shock and then into horror.

“Oh...Oh no,” He blubbered. “Am I hurting you, [Y/N]?! I’m so sorry! Here, I....!” 

He gently released you from his grip and you gave him an affectionate pat on the head. You didn’t know how to feel about this new development, but for Passione, you were willing to pacify Giorno through the effects of this Stand. And it was the change to see stoic Giorno, calm and collected, be this hyper and bubbly. Giorno smiled and leaned into your touch, chirping happily. 

“Woah,” Narancia spoke what everyone was thinking. “This is way too weird.” He waved a hand in Giorno’s face. “I thought hypnotized people acted like zombies.” Narancia continued to stare at his Don, who was smiling like a giddy child. 

“I think I reduced some of its effects,” You frowned as you saw Abbacchio as well as Bruno appear on the horizon. “But I don’t know how long this effect is going to last.” You look at Giorno, who was busy turning random pebbles into flowers. “Er, perhaps we should apprehend the Stand User and get back to the villa. I mean it would be, uh, the best option for now.” 

“You guys caught the Stand User,” Abbacchio asked, narrowing his eyes. “Then, let’s get going. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can fix this mess.” 

You nod and looked back at Giorno, who was bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. You hesitated for a brief moment before gently taking his hand. At that, you gasp. It was warm, smooth, and barely had any calluses. You looked at him and nearly died at his expression. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing, and flowers were growing at your feet. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re holding hands, we’re holding hands! This is like a dream!” 

“A dream,” You raise an eyebrow. “I thought your dream was to become a primo mafioso.” 

“Can’t I have two dreams at once~?” 

You laugh. You knew that it was a fabrication due to the Stand but you couldn’t help but be flattered at how the Don was treating you. You decided to indulge it for a little while and then think about the consequences later. You led Giorno by the hand to the van where the others were waiting. Fugo took you aside as the trouble duo took Giorno. 

“So, we got some information out of the Stand User,” Fugo explained. “And the effects lasts for about a week.” He paused before giving you a gentle glance. “I also found out that the Stand effects don’t fabricate emotions. So, it’s good that his feelings for you are genuine.” 

“...What.” 

“Hey, Fugo, [Y/N],” Mista poked his head out. “You might wanna hear this.” 

You and Fugo look at each other before getting into the van. Narancia and Bruno were with Giorno and Narancia beckoned you to come over. You scooted over to hear what Giorno had to say. You were conflicted. On one hand, you were sure a plenty that the Stand User might be lying to you. On the other hand, Fugo didn’t, to your knowledge, have any reason to lie to you either. 

“Hey, Gio,” Narancia smiled. “How much do you like [Y/N] and why do you like [Y/N] so much?” 

“Uh, Narancia,” You began. “I don’t think...!” 

“Well, I like [Y/N] tons and tons,” Giorno replied giddily. “In fact, I love them! By a lot! By this much!” He held his arms out wide. “And the reason why I like them so much is because they’re really cute and really kind! And because they were nice! Not just everyday but also when they first met me!” He rocked back and forth. “It, uh, felt nice when they were nice to me even when I was just a scary Don!” 

You remembered what he was talking about. It was when you decided to join the mafia. You gave him your best smile and had a nice chat with him. And your first impression of him was that he was a generally kind if somewhat stoic and cool. 

“I felt really, really, really happy inside,” He continued. “But I couldn’t say it right there and then because we were busy. But I wanted to tell [Y/N] that every day! But I couldn’t.” He frowned. “And now, they think I’m lying.” His eyes welled up. 

“O-Oh,” You blink, biting your lip. “G-Giorno, I...” 

“But I’m not lying,” Giorno piped up. “I feel nice whenever I’m with you, [Y/N]!” It was a moment before he pulled you into another hug. “You didn’t treat me at all like I was your enemy! You treated me with respect! You didn’t lick my face or... or try to make me drink urine in a cup or be wary of me when you joined!” 

You had to raise your eyebrow at that last line before turning to the others, who’d all look incredibly guilty. Sighing, you felt a wetness on your shoulder. Oh dear. It must be a side effect of the Stand. You rubbed circles into his back. 

“Oh, Giorno,” You smile. “I know you’re not lying. And I like-like you too! In fact, I love you more than you can ever know!” 

You decided to give him a sweet smooch on the bridge of his nose. He squealed in happiness and returned the favor by peppering you with lots of kisses. Both of you laughed and soon, the others joined in too. 

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You made me fall in love with fear, it's all just fascinating. The way you write is an aesthetic in itself! It's so beautiful and thought-provoking. If your requests are open, I would love to see your volume one Yanderes with a clumsy s/o. Like, she is accident prone, always injuring herself, etc. I wonder how they would react with such fragility? Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :D

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dumbification, abuse, manipulation, ableism, anxiety, death, murder, drugs, drugging, kidnapping

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He knew fragile things existed in the world.

And he knows that the world was designed to chew such powerless things up then spit them out again.

And he knows he isn’t one of those frail things.

As a child he thought it was fair for the strong to conquer the weak.

And hell… he still thinks it’s fair.

Her brittle nature provides him with such a great excuse too, such a perfect explanation for him to justify taking her.

To justify keeping her in soft frilly clothes, locked inside a room devoid of walls where they have been replaced by cushions and pillows and blankets and furs and stuffed-animals and all things soft, soft, soft against the bruises and scrapes on her knees and ankles and elbows and chin. Keeping her all cozy and clumsy where she’s unable to keep her footing on the plushie asylum floor, reduced to vertigo, especially with that fluffy pink ankle-cuff chaining her down.

Sometimes she’ll hide when hearing Bakugo’s footsteps coming thundering from behind her door. She’ll wrap herself up in all those soft things she’s grown to hate, pray under the covers only to hear the cracking predatory humor of Bakugo’s laugh once he spots where the chain trails to.

He'll drag her out of hiding like a puppy on a leash, all for him to punish, all with that splitting frenzied grin on his face, the one that makes her head dizzy on the sight of seeing how sharp those canines of his are, knowing how they’re going to find her neck as though she’s some chew-toy.

He’ll always make it sound as though that’s what she wanted, that punishment is what her weakness begged him for, as though weakness is synonymous with wanting pain or needing pain.

He’ll sleep there with her most of the time, in the room he’s made so painstakingly clear was her home. She’s coming more and more gradually to the understanding that nothing in reality is hers anymore. Not the room, not the clothes, not her body.

She’s too weak to be allowed to be in charge of anything, better for her to just find comfort in knowing how she has no responsibilities, better for her to just be grateful Bakugo wanted her as his pet rather than his prey. Better for her to listen and believe him when he tells her that she’s safe, instead of thinking of all those crippling reasons as to why she is far from being safe.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Clumsy prey is a sport Shoto always believed to be too mediocre and boring, given how easily the dexterity of the predator can win the chase.

He didn't think he could achieve stimulation without a challenge.

But, he’s now finding that chasing someone who’s barely able to keep her own footing is a game he rather enjoys quite salaciously. Understanding now that it’s less about the quest, less about actually catching his prize, and more about the experience, those funny little moments leading up to it.

The amount of hungry pleasure he derives from seeing her stagger away from him is bottomless.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s the outmost endearing and lovable and precious and cute thing he can think of.

Seeing her stumble and fall, all in the product of mixing her clumsiness with her wild manic fear. Watching those beautiful swivel-eyes spiral as she looks up at him through the thick darkness of the poorly lit hallways, hearing nothing but Shoto’s inhumanly sadistic snickering and her own heavy panting as she tries desperately to drag herself further away. Yet, knowing and awaiting his massive biting cold hand to grip around her ankle to drag her across the marble-floor back into her dungeon, back into the soft bed, so that they can do everything again.

Most chases end up with her hurting herself and eventually aiding her own capture.

She’ll always wake up with bruises she has no recollection of when or how she got, yet looking at them she can tell that they’re way too mellow to be something given to her by Shoto.

It's funny, where he hurts her, he actually ends up saving her more times than most. Where her sporadic escape has almost led her to go tumbling down the stairwell, where were it not for Shoto catching her in her fall, things could have gotten really ugly.

He wouldn’t want her to actually break her legs after all, no matter how many times he might tease and threaten her with the thought. Broken legs would mean no more games, and Shoto doesn’t want that to end any time soon.

But, there are softer aspects to her silliness too.

She can be just as dopey and awkward with her rambling thoughts as him, where her inelegance with her mobility seeps into her skillfulness with words too.

If she’s proper blissed-out she can talk up storms of complete and utter nonsense, rambling on about her dreams and what animal the shape of Shoto’s scars resemble and how pretty his eyes are and how much her body is tingling in the aftershocks of what fun Shoto exercised on her skin.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Naivety really is bliss, isn’t it?

Not just for herself, but for him too.

To watch her, in all her clumsy glory, fall on her face, time and time again, never learning her lesson.

That’s the definition of insanity, you know?

Doing the same thing over and over again expecting things to go differently.

But, no matter how many times she tries to escape, no matter how many times she runs, or screams or cries or swears she hates him until her lungs burn, she’ll always end up right where she started off, right where she belongs, right in his arms, under his thumb, under him.

He doesn’t even have to put any effort in to prevent it.

He just needs to sit back and enjoy the show as she fails so spectacularly all by her very own, then pick her up off the floor and coo and hush and shush and tsk at her to calm down or else she might end up hurting herself all over again.

How has such fickle featherbrained maladroit messes managed to survive? How hasn’t evolution wiped them from existence yet?

Perhaps because other more evolved creatures found them to be such a perfect source for blowing off steam. Entertainment is important after all. Small little escapes through the day where you can forget what nasty troubles you’ll eventually have to deal with and simply just play with your silly little pet.

He saves the world every now and again, the world can allow him this much, to have his very own swivel-eyed toy. He deserves it. 

Besides, she needs him. If he hadn’t stepped in and helped her, saved her from her own mistakes, evolution would have done its job and she’d be dead already.

But, he doesn’t expect her bumbling brainless little head to understand that, she’d just get a headache from thinking about it too hard.

No, better for her to focus on other things… like how to entertain him before he decides to show her just how small a foolish little thing she is.

He’ll often play with her, make her turn all shades of hopeless because she’s too forgetful and too soft-natured to comprehend what’s happened.

He’ll give her things, small little trinkets as presents for her good behavior, mostly accessories such as hair-bows, necklaces, anything he can easily slip off her without her noticing, then pretend to be disappointed, scolding her as though she’s some child who’s unable to take care of her things, punish her and kiss her on that scared foolish little face as she splutters out her apologies, having not a single clue she’s right where he wants her, completely clueless to the fact that she’s perfect in every which way imaginable.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

It feels so unexplainably good to hold something infinitely helpless and vulnerable and dainty in his destructive hands without it shattering like glass.

It feels so insurmountably meaningful and purposeful and godsend to save someone for once, even if it’s from themselves.

It’s nice being in the presence of true chaos, the true absence of order, a great real heap of a total clusterfuck. It makes him believe that even life requires a little death to scare them into safety, that even light requires darkness, that even love needs darkness, that even love desires darkness.

He used to think small things such as her were made up of cotton and all things soft like dandelion-fluff, but now he knows they’re made of breakable brittle things such as autumn-leaves, in desperate need of being wrapped up, suffocated, drowned in safety. He’s the one who needs to be soft like cotton, he’s the one who needs to be gentle and soft so she not crumble like the sweet pastry she is.

It’s cute. She’s cute. Unbelievably so too sometimes.

He feels like half the time he spends with her he’s teaching her how to walk properly, catching her when she falls or helping her up from the ground, dusting her off, wiping tears away from her face, patching up small scrapes and gashes, kissing her forehead, letting her know how it’s all okay, making sure she knows she’s no such thing as a burden, though not letting her in on the fact that he loves seeing her fail only for him to save the day.

He’ll take her outside more because of her ditzy nature, knowing how she’s far too dopey to ever manage an escape without pulling out a near miss unintentional suicide attempt, where which after a number of rescues from him she forgets why she was even running in the first place, now too caught up with being close to him instead, with feeling safe, feeling protected.

He’ll save her from wandering off into traffic, protect her when she says the wrong idiotic thing to the wrong batch of people, fight for her when her cuteness lures and pulls and ensnares other predators.

It’s symbiosis, if he thinks about it, if he tries justifying it.

She needs him and he needs to feel needed. She needs to be taken care of, he wants to take care of her, she needs protection from herself, he wants her dependence, he wants the safety of knowing how she cannot survive without him.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s hilarious.

She’ll break her own legs for him at this rate.

He wonders how many braincells could possibly be left in that thick skull of hers, with how much she trips and walks into walls and rolls out of bed, bumping her head on every possible thing, he can’t count how many times she’s head-butted him, whether it’s been on purpose or not. 

He wonders if she might just be blind.

If maybe she needs glasses…

Well… that’s too bad if that’s the case, no chance he’s giving up watching her agonize over every misstep that leads to her falling on the floor by his feet, her head tipping to look up at him with that ridiculous expression, that dumbfounded adorable confusion.

It probably doesn’t help that he keeps the room so dark.

It probably doesn’t help that he leaves things on the floor in hopes of her foot catching on them.

But, can you blame him for wanting to see her all cute and flushed? Watching her frustrate over herself, too caught up in being mad with her own inadequacy to bother being mad at him. So preciously hopeless as she tries to pick herself up off the floor, her hair always in a mess and bruises and scrapes littering her otherwise soft skin.

Pretty and stupid isn’t usually the type he fawns over, in fact: pretty and stupid is usually the type that disgust him, pretty stupid bitches that never spare him a second glance, pretty stupid bitches that are only worth one fuck before he dusts them.

But pretty stupid and sweet? 

That’s the perfect cocktail.

So stupid and sweet she doesn’t even know how pretty she is. So stupid and sweet that she’s surprised he gave her a second glance.

He wonders if he as well would be this careless and reckless if he hadn’t been gifted with that destructive quirk of his.

He wonders if she had been born with a heart made less up of honeycombs and more daggers like his, if she would also second-guess touching things as opposed to making it her mission to bump into every single thing in her path.

If she would be less trusting and more cynical like him.

He’s grateful she wasn’t.

He’s grateful that the only type of death she’ll ever get the chance to taste is him, that as far as she’s concerned… he is death.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Most of the time it’s cute.

Most of the time he loves watching her fall prey to her own absentmindedness. Watch her trip on nothing but her own poor footing.

After all, he does love catching her before she hits the ground. He loves being her hero, seeing that shocked expression on her face, that cute blush of embarrassment as he smirks down upon her jumpy skittish person.

Then of course there’s the less salvageable moments, yet still no less cute, where she’ll drop dinner plates or her glass or the wine bottle or the remote-controller, where she’ll get so frustrated with herself and her stubby fingers, her feet always needing bandaging where she always manages to step in her own mess of glass-shards.

Those times where she fucks up and fears Keigo’s temperance so much she’ll turn into a timid little ball of apologies and gratitude, where she’ll fear that any more screw ups will cost her his understanding attitude and awake something livid inside him.

She’ll be so sweet with fear as opposed to when she’ll jerk away from his touch.

So yeah, most of the time it’s cute, most of the time it’s beneficial.

But that habit she has of not thinking before speaking or acting gets her into a whole lot of trouble too.

Especially when she pushes him away or calls him something unsavory. When she acts like a brat, forgetting who’s in charge.

Keigo feels the need to teach her a thing or two about being a bit more careful and a little less brainless. 

He’ll pose her in the middle of the living room, with only red lace adorning her tiny frame, looking cold but not so much to be the reason to her shivers, he knows better as he can smell the fear laced in the air.

On top of her head he’ll put a perfect plump red apple and tell her to stand as still and picture-perfect as possible.

She’s pretty good at it too, at being still and quiet and pretty, speaking only when spoken to, at least until he starts sending knife-sharp feathers in her directions, creating her silhouette in the wall as the feathers fly just short of nicking her skin, where if she moves only a slight mere inch, the crimson edges will slice open her skin.

And if the apple should fall, well… if she can be sweet and apologize and show him just how sorry she is, he’ll think about making the punishment enjoyable.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Hitoshi can’t manifest how much awe he has for that ditzy nature of hers.

So forgetful, so clueless, so cute.

She’s like a little girl, a child, a baby in a cradle, yet with the ability to get lost, wandering off at every slight distraction.

He’s tempted to put a bell around her neck if only to be alerted off when her curiosity has taken her out of his eyesight. She would look adorable with a little golden jingle bell around her throat, hanging on a velvet choker.

But then again… he wouldn’t have the joy of finding her all tousled and knotted up in her newest little fuck up.

Little Miss Forgetful forgetting all her lessons, all those rules Hitoshi’s taught her, forgetting her manners, forgetting her chores, forgetting how to be his good little girl or else suffer the consequences of being punished and becoming Master’s little puppet on strings.

Little Miss Messy making a total clutter in the kitchen when trying her best to get her hand on a knife, but only managing to bump into everything, shards of glass painting the crime scene with the culprit displayed and trapped all perfectly in the middle of her own mess, all for Hitoshi to come and catch red-handed.

Little Miss Bump with new bruises and scratches as she’s fallen yet again on the floor in the midst of her newest escape attempt.

He could go on all day about his sweet little Miss Silly, his little Miss Scatterbrain, his little Miss Stupid, who’s always getting into trouble, constantly needing Hitoshi to come to her rescue.

But, when he’s not home, he can get anxious.

Scared that she might actually hurt herself just a bit too much and he’ll arrive just a bit too late.

It should take a lifetime to die, yet she’s on the verge of death nearly every day, it only takes an instant and it’s over.

He’ll check in on her at home more times than he probably should throughout the day, praying before he unlocks the door and steps inside the quiet stillness of their house, picturing her having cracked her skull open when slipping or accidently managing to hang herself off of something or drowning in the tub after having fallen asleep, there’s no end to what horrors he can picture.

His anxiety only satiated when finding her still asleep on the bed, soft untroubled snores hanging off the walls. 

It makes sense with how much melatonin he slipped in her drink before she dozed off…

Just a little safety measure.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

It manages to surprise him each and every time… just how much danger such a little thing is able to wrap herself up in.

It’s as though she chases the trouble, as though she wants the punishment that follows.

He doubts she ever really thinks anything thoroughly through.

She’s reckless, ruthless in her disregard for safety. Hare-brained and untrustworthy and in desperate need of his protection and his correction, or else she might just accidentally kill herself one day or worse… end up in the wrong set of hands.

It’s come to the point where he’s stopped gifting her with jewelry, because he gets so hysterically uneasy whenever she’s gotten her hands on anything sharp.

Before he’d get angry when she threatened him, wrathful, raging because she doesn’t listen, her foolish little brain unable to follow the simplest of directions. 

Now though, he gets scared because she’s unable to understand what’s best for her, because the only thing she'll ever manage to hurt with those sharp trinkets is herself.

And if she hurts herself, if she risks getting bacteria in her bloodstream, infections in her wounds, scarring and marring that beautiful body, he’ll have no choice, he’ll see no other option but to make sure she can never manage such a thing ever again.

He often humors the idea of simply tying her to the bed and feeding her with a silver spoon, only liquids so she not choke when she forgets how to chew properly.

He’ll act as though she’s a nuisance, but it will be a lie most of the time, while actually finding an inane amount of reassurance and relief in her whimsy, in her gracelessness. Where yes, she is a danger, but she’s far from deadly.

And besides, it’s nice getting a little break from all formalities, someone he can finally be a little rough around the edges with, someone he can let himself enjoy soft pleasures with, someone he can smile or even laugh with when the occasion calls for it. 

Sometimes he’ll place her in high-heels, only to watch her stumble around awkwardly like a little deer skating on ice.

She’s so determined too, determined to prove she isn’t a klutz, how she too can be elegant enough for a dance fit for the ballroom.

He’ll humor that fantasy, but she’ll always throw her heels off in favor of standing on top of his surgically white sneakers and letting herself get floated and swayed with how swiftly and precisely Kai has the established proper poise to enact.

He’ll smile then, when those flirty bubbling giggles erupt from her as she holds onto him, telling how him wonderful flying feels like.

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Can you do nomad steve smut where you guys are on the run, and he decides to fuck you while you guys are in a high speed chase away from the cops

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: nothing violent but you do strangle someone [kinda graphic?], SMUT 18+ minors dni, fingering, light asphyxiation (CW), [semi]public sex (constuction site lol), kinda angsty, kinda fluffy

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: girl this was finna be a blurb but ugh i got in my feels sorry

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You and Steve were running faster than you’ve ever run in your lives. You knew this was a shit idea; to come back to the US. You guys were nowhere near DC; you were somewhere in California and every police department in the goddamn country had their eye on you guys. 

They called in the national army for your arrest and now you’re on the run, again. 

“I fucking told you, Steve,” you grunted running down the busy street. 

“I know that, I needed something from here,” he said. 

“Down here!” you heard Nat cry out; there was a small opening and you two booked it jumping over cars and pushing people out of the way. You went into a construction zone and climbed the scaffolds to the top of unfinished buildings. Helicarriers with snipers shot at you as you ran on the rooftops but missed because they’re fucking idiots. 

You covered your head and shrieked with every shot fired, staying close to Steve while Nat and Sam ran further up ahead. You finally were able to run down under some more scaffolds and concrete roofs and you stayed still. You could hear the helicopter circling and getting closer. 

Steve grabbed your waist and pulled you against him squeezing into the panels of wood and metal bars. You breathed heavily from Steve’s close proximity and those synced footsteps by soldiers. You and Steve weren’t exactly lovers, I mean being on the run you don’t really have time to put a label on anything. But you had your fair share of cuddles and many nights spent together. 

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath; you heard footsteps approaching quietly but not quiet enough for you and the super soldier. 

“Baby, you gotta kill him before he kills us. I can’t get him myself you’ll have to do it,” Steve whispering in your ear. 

“No, I can’t,” you panicked.

“Yes, you can, baby. Come on, he’s coming,” he kissed your temple briskly. 

The man with his gun aimed and ready passed the opening you lunged forward pushing his gun down and wrapping your hand around his throat. You squeezed tightly, choking him and with your other hand covering his mouth and nose. Within seconds he fell to the floor dead in silence. 

You dragged his body behind machinery and ran back to Steve tearing up. He kissed you passionately and held you close. You guys heard men trotting in rhythm up and down the perimeter and up and down the scaffolds. Your body trembled in Steve’s arms and he kissed your neck and shoulders from behind.

His hand moved slowly down your front past the waistband of your suit pants. Your eyes widened and your head snapped to look at Steve who kept his head buried in the crook of your neck kissing and biting your skin. 

“Steve no, not now,” you whispered in panic. 

“Sh, relax baby. I got you. God seeing you take that guy down was so hot,” his fingers circled your clit making you gasp. 

“Steve,” you moaned his name. 

“You gotta stay quiet else we’re gonna get caught. You want us to get caught? Have to spend the rest of lives apart rotting in a prison cell?” his words brought tears to you. You genuinely love Steve, else you wouldn’t be on the run with him. You guys have spent too long running just for you to get them caught because of how good his fingers were working you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” he whispered in your ear. His hand went to your mouth as he dipped his finger past your entrance. You rested your own hand on top of his forearms, breathing quick and heavy through your nose. 

Your moans were muffled by his hand. Steve continued whispering soft things in your ear and he had you coming undone in his arms in minutes. He retracted his fingers and pressed them to your lips of which you gladly opened your mouth to suck them staring back at him with faux innocent eyes.

“So pretty,” he kissed you.

“Can I suck your dick, please?” you turned around falling to your knees.

“No, not right now. I just needed to feel you,” Steve whispered in your neck.

“Are you ok?�� you asked him cupping his face. 

“Yeah, let’s go find Nat and Sam,” he grabbed your hand.

“You guys alright?” Sam said when you four finally met back up. You guys ran up and down the unfinished building for hours until you could get the chance to sneak out and run away. You guys made it into an abandoned warehouse miles away and decided to take refuge there. 

You laid on the ground using Steve’s forearm as a pillow. He laid on his side legs entangled with yours and watched you grow sleepy. Your eyes felt so heavy but you seem to refuse slumber. 

“Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles on your cheek. 

“No, it’s ok. I’m not tired,” you yawned making him chuckle.

He leaned down and kissed you softly before brushing his nose with yours. He was being so cuddly and lovable. He couldn’t stop touching you and you didn’t mind not one bit. 

“You’re extra snuggly today,” you smiled. 

“Yeah, I just….” he trailed off. 

“What?”

“I could’ve lost you today.”

“But you didn’t,” you told him cupping his face.

“I know, but Y/n, I don’t want to think about it, but the life we live is more dangerous now; we don’t have anyone on our side. It’s just us. And I don’t know what I’d do without you. If anything happens and we’re torn apart, I need you to know that I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered to you.

“I love you too,” you teared up. 

“Rest, baby girl. You need it,” he told you. 

“Kiss goodnight?”

He pressed his lips to yours and when he went to pull away you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back feeling him smile in this kiss. 

“Gross,” Nat shouted from across the room, smirking.

You pulled away and stuck your tongue out at her like a child making everyone chuckle. For a second, just one second, things felt calm. Normal. Domestic. But just for one second.

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A Slow Dance - G.W.

A Slow Dance- George Weasley x Fem!Reader (unspecified house)

Warnings: none! pure fluff <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all I’m serious. where’s my George. I need someone like this asap, don’t be shy universe. hope you guys enjoy as always :)

Just a Reminder: song lyrics/thoughts are in italics [I imagined is Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka, but any song works]

Taglist: @horrorxweasley @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa 

if you want to be added, send me a dm or an ask!

Requested by the lovely @amourtentiaa [my first request I’ve gotten, and I love it!]

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“Ugh. Why do you have to sit hunched over your desk studying all the time? Have at least a little fun! It’s our last year at Hogwarts!” A sprawled out George exclaimed from your ruffled four-poster bed with a groan. His handsome face hung off the edge of the bed frame, his upside-down gaze fixed on your distracted figure.

George was always quite needy; it was practically a law of nature. Whether it was running around pulling a record-breaking marathon of pranks, or just tenderly holding his large, soft hand while discussing your favorite novel, he lapped up every ounce of you he could. 

“Georgie, if I don’t do well on my N.E.W.T.s, how do you expect me to get a decent job?” you asked with a bit more bite than you intended. The complex, academic sentences scribbled onto the parchment before you droned through your brain like headache-inducing white noise, which soured your attitude more than you liked to admit. 

It made your heart flutter knowing that George yearned for your care so much, but you had your whole life to spend with the vexatious redhead. You only had the next week to pass your N.E.W.T.s. 

“You’ll always have a job down with me at the shop, c’mon! Imagine: my two favorite things wrapped up into one!” he said, before adding more softly, “plus, you’d look so cute in the uniform.” You couldn’t help your cheeks from heating up at his affectionate comment, which wasn’t intended to grace your ears. 

“I wish it was simple as that, Georgie. While I’d love to work with you at the shop, you know that’s not what I really want to do. You always tell me to shoot for the moon, and this is just part of the process.” You were unrelenting with your studying, which George of course admired, but he was equally relentless in his pursuit of spending time with you, even if it was just for a second. 

The dorm fell suspiciously quiet, which allowed your mind to delve even deeper into your studies. The strokes of your quill grew deeper and sharper into the parchment with focus, the ink-blotted tip eventually tearing a small rip mid-sentence.

A breath that you unknowingly held escaped your lips in the form of an exasperated sigh. You rubbed your temples before picking up the quill and starting again. 

You mindlessly scribed cursive onto the dense paper for several minutes before snapping out of your trance at the jarring noise of a chair’s legs scraping across the hardwood floors. George took the vacant seat next to you, resting his elbow on the surface of the desk. 

His handsome face rested comfortably in his palm, his whole body turned towards you. You could’ve sworn his mischievous but lovable gaze flickered to your soft lips every few seconds like a magnet drawn to its opposite pole. 

Stop thinking about George, and his delicious lips, alluring cocoa-colored eyes, fluffy red hair… think about Transfiguration! 

Your quill-wielding wrist moved in more furious motions, your determination to stay devoted to your academics made your eyes drift to the smug titian-haired boy next to you more than ever. You eventually succumbed to your heart’s desires, giving George a small glance.

The expression George donned shattered your expectations; you expected his eyes to be droopy and half-asleep, jaw-slacked in boredom, evidenced by his disdain of all things school-related. 

Instead, however, his red tongue stuck out to his chin, his index fingers pulling apart his freckled cheeks. His mocha eyes were humorously crossed, fixed on his adorable aquiline nose. He looked utterly ridiculous.

“What’re you doing, Georgie? You look absurd!” you questioned with a hefty chuckle. His eyes lit up with triumph at the laugh fleeing your lips. 

“I’m getting your eyes off that stupid piece of parchment! You’ve been writing nonsense on it for the past quarter of an hour. You need a break.”

“Just let me study a bit more, then I promise I’ll spend some time with you, okay?” you bargained, hoping for compliance. You pivoted your head back to the strewn papers resting on the mahogany desk in front of you, ready to get back into a productive rhythm. 

The welcome rhythm never stayed for long though, for it was always disrupted by George making another goofy face. He’s just being a child, you thought, you’re a seventh year. Ridiculous faces aren’t funny. Oh how wrong you were. 

With every new expression that graced his features, another laugh threatened to escape your mouth. Soon enough, your eyes were steadily fixed on the frivolous ginger, ready for what face he would come up with next. 

Your brain was locked in a battle: George and his loveable humor, versus your Transfiguration notes and passing your N.E.W.T.s. Both were hardy competitors, but in the end, McGonagall’s subject prevailed. George got up from the seat next to you with a huff, blowing a stray red strand of hair up from his forehead. 

He paced around the large room, scheming a way to get your undivided attention. He peeked around the wooden shelves and dressers that stayed pressed against the walls of the dorms, looking for something, anything.

His eyes eventually settled on the record player on your nightstand by your bed. It was a muggle device that his father had ranted about many times before, and he guessed that he could probably figure out how to work it. 

His calloused fingers plucked the top inky-black vinyl record from the stack, feeling the textured grooves engraved in its surface. He set the record in place, dropping the needle not long after. The previously pin-drop silent room quickly came to life with the enrapturing sounds of harmonious chords.

It appeared that even the universe wanted to free you from the shackles of your boring notes, for the vinyl George happened to choose was your favorite song, and a slow, romantic one at that. 

George lightly tapped your back, causing you to swivel around towards him. He had his long, toned arm outstretched to you charmingly, beckoning you for a dance. You gingerly placed your palm into his and he swiftly pulled you out of the chair and into the middle of the floor.

His face was handsome as ever; you only just now realized how much you missed all of him. His gentle touch, his honey-pooled eyes, the pure love pumping through his veins. His hands rapturously rested on your waist, yours’ wrapped around the nape of his neck. You twirled a small section of his red hair in between your fingers, which only made the lovestruck grin on his face grow bigger.

The song continued to echo through the cozy walls of the room, the unified swaying of your hips in sync with the song’s slow beat. You nearly melted in his warm embrace, his arms gradually bringing you closer and closer to his beating chest.

You eventually rested your head on George’s shoulder, feeling the soothing vibrations of his vocal chords humming along with the notes of the song. 

Put your lips next to mine dear, won’t you kiss me once, baby?

As if the song had you two lovebirds under a spell, George slowly brought his lips to yours, giving you a slow and passionate kiss. 

He’d kissed you so many times before, but this time it felt different, in the best way possible. It was as if angels sang when your lips graced his’; you could taste his feelings through the connection, his devotion and longing for you overriding your senses. Your eyes teared up at the wave of endearing emotions that overcame you. 

The sensual dancing continued long through the night, the tender and enchanting kisses and slow sways wiping your mind of the stressful upcoming exams. 

“Feel better, darling?” George breathily mumbled into your ear, the warmth from his mouth shooting directly to your heart, coating your body with goosebumps.

All your hazy, smitten mind could respond with was a simple but passionate, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

[baepsaesbae]

Personal Galaxy

Pairing—  Jungkook x female reader

Genre—  SMUT, Fluff, Established relationship au

Warnings— Explicit unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re outside), oral (m receiving), mild swearing, fluffy boyfriend vibes that will make you love Jungkook even more 

Word count—  ~4.1k

About—  You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, decide to go stargazing as a special treat for your anniversary. 

A/N— Happy Birthday Jungkook! This was a collab with @goldenclosetnetwork for their Golden Closet Net Jungkook Birthday Project. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what ya think! (also this beautiful banner was whipped up in record time by the marvelous @kimtaehyunq)

After college starts, summer is no longer a relaxing season dedicated to lounging around and goofing off with friends. Unfortunately, now summers were filled with internships or temporary summer jobs. You got the short end of the stick though, as your summer was going to be filled with summer classes. Along with taking summer classes, you had to deal with the grueling heat. Walking back and forth from your classes to your dorm was quite an ordeal, as the sun drained you of all your energy. 

Your only solace of not going home was that you were close to your boyfriend, Jungkook. You guys started dating towards the end of the spring semester, so the relationship was somewhat new. He was nothing but incredibly sweet to you, and you honestly could not believe you were dating him. From what you observed, he was basically perfect. 

At first you thought he was a little shy, but when you got to know him, you soon realized he’s just a huge lovable dork. He loved gaming, and bragged about what his rank in League of Legends used to be (platinum, he was in the top 8% of all people who played). You tried to take him seriously, but you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t laugh because you were making fun of him, you laughed because he was just too cute. You adored the way his eyes twinkled when he talked about what he was passionate about. He would get lost in his own world and ramble on before he realized you were still there. At that point he would reach out and pull you into a hug and ask about your day.

After a long day of listening to a boring chemistry lecture, you finally got back to your dorm. You freshened up with a quick shower and collapsed into your bed. You were about to drift off when your phone starts to buzz. It was a video call from Jungkook.

“Hey baby what’s up?” Jungkook beamed on the other end. It looked like he just got out of the shower too.

“Hey Kookie. I’m done with class for the day. Have I told you how much I hate chemistry?” you groaned in response.

“Plenty of times. In fact, multiple times a day. Can’t blame you though. You can relax when I come see you this weekend,” Jungkook tried to cheer you up. 

Jungkook lived about an hour away from campus, so he stayed in a dorm during the school year. However, he went home during the summer break. With that being said, he insisted on coming down to see you every weekend. At first you protested, arguing that gas was too expensive and the commute would take too much time. But he simply said, “I just want to see my girl. What’s so wrong with that? It’s no one’s decision but mine.” You couldn’t argue with him after that.

“Why don’t we do something different this weekend?” you asked. This weekend would mark your 3 month anniversary. 

“Yeah? Like in the bedroom?” he was intrigued. 

“No! I mean...sure? Wait no that’s not what I’m talking about right now, you dingus. Why don’t we get away or something? There’s a park about an hour away that is known for stargazing! They have their own observatory and all that. Would you wanna--”

“Yes. Let’s do it.” Jungkook didn’t even let you finish. You knew he’d be excited. Along with videogames, anything pertaining to outer space had his heart. He loved reading about various stars, and was always hypothesizing how space travel would work.

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. You spaced out in lecture often, but now you definitely couldn’t focus. The thought of being hand in hand with Jungkook while traversing the trails together was enough to make your heart flutter. That, coupled with the fact that you two would be under the stars without any air pollution, really had you on Cloud 9. 

You gleefully hopped into Jungkook’s car in the late afternoon. Jungkook was wearing his favorite bucket hat with his usual casual clothes. 

“Hello beautiful,” Jungkook leaned over to kiss you, “Let’s go get our dinner. How do ready made sandwiches sound?”

“Sounds perfect! Why don’t we get some fruit too?” you sat back in your seat.

“Ohhh healthy. Yes ma’am we can do that.” he drove to the closest supermarket. 

“Hey babe, let’s get this bread,” Jungkook joked as he picked up a sandwich. You couldn’t help but laugh at his little one-liner. You both love that meme. You guys strolled over to the fruits section. Of course, there had to be a debate over which fruits to get.

“It’s hot outside so why don’t we get watermelon?” you suggested.

“Mm that’s a good point. But watermelons are basically just water. Why don’t we get pineapples instead? We can see if that myth really is true?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“You dog!” you playfully slap his arm, “Let’s get both then. The more the merrier.”

“Okiedokie. Don’t act like you don’t wanna try the pineapple trick though,” he teased.

“Maybe I do. What of it?” you retorted.

“Nothing. That’s perfect for me,” he winked as you guys went to checkout.

The drive to the park was relaxing. Jungkook played his music and sang along to all the songs. You occasionally chimed in whenever you knew the lyrics, but you preferred to listen to him instead. Even when he was messing around, his angelic voice was still euphoric. You were pleasantly surprised when he first sang in front of you. You didn’t think it was possible to hear an angel up close. 

Getting away from the city was something you needed. As the tall buildings faded in the background, a more sparse landscape came into view. You loved the open road. Sure, the neverending grass and scattered trees weren’t the most breathtaking view, but it was pleasant nonetheless. You saw the occasional cow or horse, and never failed to point them out to Jungkook. He would always respond with a “wow!” or a “so cute!” and chuckle at you. Everything you did was so adorable to him, though he wasn’t the most vocal about all that mushy stuff. He was sure he had already fallen in love with you, but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same yet. He’d keep that to himself for a little bit longer.

The park itself was nothing grand. It being closer to the coast meant that it was a little on the swampy side. After several attempts to make sense of the provided park map, Jungkook finally found a parking lot.

“Okay according to the map, this is the closest parking lot to the observatory. I think there’s a trail nearby too,” you say as you hand him the map.

“Let’s go!” Jungkook leapt out of the car before he could even see you trying to give him the map.

Jungkook grabbed the food from the backseat as you got out of the car. Sadly, neither of you had a stereotypical picnic wicker basket, so everything was just in the plastic shopping bag from the store. That didn’t make it any less charming when Jungkook started swinging the bag back and forth in one hand while doing the same thing to your hand on his other side. 

The sun was beginning to set, but you could still feel its warmth in the breaks between the shady parts of the trail Jungkook led you on. The trail itself was basically a small gravel path that led from the parking lot to a picnic site overlooking a swampy lake. The trees that grew in the open grove by the picnic tables were extremely old, as they loomed high overhead. 

Neither of you had spoken since you left the car. You were both enjoying the fresh air and new sights. The candid sounds of nature filled the air. From the buzzing of the cicadas, to the occasional whooping of unseen birds, the authenticity of it all had you in a trance. Jungkook squeezed your hand and you snapped back to reality. Your eyes wandered back to him to see a soft smile on his face. 

“Is this table okay, baby?” he looked at you with his doe eyes.

“Yeah it’s good. Do you like this place so far?” you asked as you started to get the food out.

“I do. It’s beautiful. Everything is just so...natural. Obviously,” he chuckled, “The scenery is the second most beautiful thing here.”

“Mm okay I’ll bite. What’s the first most beautiful thing here?” you cocked your head in amusement.

“Me, of course! Why would you even ask that when you already know the answer?” he laughed. 

“Oh you’re so right. How silly of me. I have your food here, you dork. Do you wanna start with the pineapples or watermelons first?”

“Let’s open the watermelons since it’s still kinda hot out,” he plopped down beside you.

You foolishly skipped lunch, so your stomach was killing you. Jungkook joked that it sounded like a dying cat during the car ride. Sometimes it got so loud that he could hear it over his music. He wanted you to eat while he drove, but you refused because you wanted to eat together. Thinking back, you realized you could have fed him while he was driving. It’s not an issue anymore though, not when you’re both wolfing down your sandwiches. The watermelon was definitely a good choice, as it was a perfect weapon to combat the heat. 

There was a gazebo next to the water that allowed visitors to get a better view of the swampy environment. You led Jungkook over to it after packing up the leftovers (only a few pineapples were left). The water was murky, most of the vegetation that surfaced looked dead, and everything put together made the place seem perfect for filming a swamp horror film. Despite all of that, you couldn’t help but think it was still beautiful. Upon a closer look, you spotted some small turtles on the closest log by the gazebo. Of course you excitedly pointed them out to Jungkook, who cooed at how cute they were. Jungkook brought you closer to him so he could hug you from behind and rested his chin atop your head. He loved the height difference between you two, it always made him feel like that much more of YOUR man. He also mercilessly teased you for being short, but that was just an added bonus. 

“Do you feel relaxed?” he whispered in your ear before nibbling it.

“I feel so relaxed, darling,” you say, leaning into him, “The sunset is gorgeous out here. Even if it feels like we’re about to get attacked by a swamp creature at any second.”

“Yeah, instead we’re being attacked by a billion fucking mosquitoes. Babe, I don’t think your bug spray is working,” Jungkook swatted away the hovering pests.

“But my mom got it for me! It’s supposed to be a more organic and natural spray,” you pout.

“Well, I’m sorry but your mom’s organic bug spray isn’t doing shit. In fact, I feel like it’s attracting them,” his swatting became more forceful. 

“Oh, you’re not even getting bit. They’re all over ME,” you say as you started to feel insanely itchy all over your arms and legs, “Let’s go to the observatory, the sun has already begun to set. Also there are probably more mosquitoes here by the water, so let’s get the hell away from that.” 

“There’s still about half an hour of sunlight left,” Jungkook observed after checking his phone, “We have some time to kill. Wanna check out more of this trail?”

“Sure. As long as it leads away from the water,” you shrugged as you followed Jungkook into the forested area.

Golden hour shone down through the trees. The rays made Jungkook glow and look even more ethereal. He rubbed his thumb over your hand as he led you down the trail. You absentmindedly brought his hand up to your mouth to plant a soft kiss on the back of it. 

“I haven’t seen anyone on this trail the entire time we’ve been here,” Jungkook observed.

“It’s nice. It’s like our own little sanctuary,” you agreed.

“And you look so cute in that outfit of yours,” Jungkook’s voice lowered.

“What are you suggesting, Jungkook?” you played along, caressing his bicep. 

Jungkook abruptly led you off the beaten path, into a more heavily wooded area. He spun you around into a deep kiss, backing you up against a tree. You palmed him through his pants, finding him already half hard.

“What if we get caught?” you huffed into his mouth.

“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” he said as he nipped at your neck while fondling your breasts. 

“I’m gonna have bug bites on my ass,” you laughed.

“I’ll bite your ass when we get back to even it out,” he chuckled into another kiss.

You forcefully switched positions with Jungkook as you tugged off his pants. You kissed along his jawline and down his neck before sinking to your knees in front of him. His erection bulged in his underwear, begging to be set free.  

You teasingly licked him over his underwear, making him groan. As much as you wanted to continue teasing him, you didn’t want to get caught before he actually had the chance to fuck you.

You pulled off his underwear, leaving him fully exposed. You delicately kissed the tip of his penis like it was some sort of polite greeting. Then, you lewdly flattened your tongue on the base of his cock and licked a long stripe upwards and finished at the top with a swirl. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him off at a repetitive pace. 

“Do you want me to fuck you here, baby?” Jungkook huffed above you.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you deepthroated him. Saliva dripped off his cock and down your chin, a sight that would make any man sweat. You nodded and released him with a satisfying *pop*. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Switch places with me and face the tree,” he commanded. 

You did as he said, bending over at the waist. He tugged off your bottoms, revealing your dripping core. He tantalizingly ran his tip along your folds.

“Hurry up! I don’t wanna get caught,” you complained as you wiggled your butt at him.

“So impatient,” Jungkook admonished as he slapped your ass.

You didn’t have time to complain because he jammed his dick into you immediately after his slap. You instinctively covered your mouth to suppress your moans. Your free hand toyed with your clit, rubbing it intensely. The thought of being caught at any second had you even more wet than usual. Jungkook noticed.

“You’re so wet. I’m gonna cum in no time,” Jungkook groaned as he thrust deeper into you. 

Jungkook released his load into you. You moaned as you felt his hot juices fill you up, mixing with your own mess as it dribbled down your legs. Jungkook gave your ass one last slap before rummaging for a spare napkin in the picnic bag. He cleaned you up as best as he could, but you desperately needed a shower. That’ll have to wait.

Retracing your steps, you both wound up back at the parking lot, which was perfect because the trail to the observatory was just on the other side. The once empty parking lot was now nearly full as the new arrivals made their way towards the observatory. The sun was almost fully set at this point, so it was getting a little hard to see.

“Babe look!” Jungkook shouted as he pointed to a little creature that scurried in front of you. You jump back from his sudden yell, and then lock eyes with the possum that stood in your path.

“I don’t know whether to be scared or to call it cute,” you say, clinging tightly onto Jungkook’s arm as the possum lost interest in your staring contest and continued on its journey. 

“I would say it’s cute. As long as it doesn’t attack you. Oh holy SHIT babe don’t look up!” Jungkook found himself frozen in place. 

“Huh why-- OH MY FUCKIN GOD!” you neglected to heed his warning. Looming about two feet above Jungkook’s head was a gigantic spider. The web it was dangling from was enormous. You hate all kinds of insects (yes a spider isn’t an insect, but it falls under the creepy crawly category so you hate it too) but spiders are by far the scariest to you. After you screamed you clutched Jungkook’s arm tighter, probably cutting off his circulation. 

“Okay okay just close your eyes and keep close to me. It seems like those guys are strung along the entire path,” Jungkook kept you by his side as you guys progressed past the trees. You helplessly kept your eyes closed and completely relied on Jungkook to guide you. Thankfully, it only took about three minutes to get past all the trees; the observatory was in an open clearing. Jungkook gave you the ok to open your eyes again.

“Thank you Kookie, you’re so sweet to me,” you kissed Jungkook softly on the cheek.

“Usually I’d make fun of you, but those things kinda freaked me out. So I could only imagine how scared you’d be of them. Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you,” Jungkook returned your affection with a kiss on the forehead. 

The line for the main telescope was already long, so you guys ventured off to one of the smaller ones instead. There were three big telescopes in the overall observatory. Amateur stargazers were scattered around the deck with their personal telescopes. You saw them letting other people see through them, so you made a mental note to check them out after the main telescopes. The sun had finally set, and now the dark sky was illuminated with shining stars. 

As you waited in line, you looked back at Jungkook, who hadn’t let go of your hand this entire time. His eyes were glued to the wonders above him. His doe eyes were wide and twinkled more than you’ve ever seen before. His mouth was agape and you were amused by how captivated he was; everything about this boy was so pure. It was in that moment that you realized you had fallen head over heels for him. You wanted to tell him you loved him right then and there, but you held your tongue. You were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Hopefully one day he could return the sentiment, but for now you will keep those three words to yourself. 

“You lot are pretty lucky! It had been cloudy for the past week. Tonight’s the first night that the sky’s been clear. It’s also the perfect night to view Saturn!” the telescope’s attendant informed the people in line.

You and Jungkook were the next people to go. You were amazed at how big the telescope was, and this wasn’t even the big main one yet. You went first. You climbed up a small step stool to get to the eye piece. You peered into it and was amazed by what you saw. The image was not the clearest, but it was pretty evident that you were looking at Saturn because of the iconic rings. Of course you could look up better pictures of Saturn online, but seeing it for yourself made it more special. Experiencing it all with Jungkook was something you would not trade for the world. You waited for Jungkook outside after you finished.

“Wasn’t that incredible ___?! We actually saw all the rings! And it’s a pretty color! I mean it’s like a reddish brown. We can call it a rusty color because that sounds cooler...ah I can’t wait to go to the main telescope,” Jungkook grabbed your hand and bounded to the next line. Watching him get so excited was enough to make getting eaten alive by mosquitoes worth it (yeah, they never ceased their attack on you).

“Is this the best date you’ve ever been on then?” you squeezed his hand as he continued to bounce up and down. His abundant energy always amazed you, and certainly came in handy in certain situations *wink wink*. 

“Oh is this a date? What? Do you like me or something, ___?” he teased, looking down at you, “Yes, this is hands down the best date I have ever been on. Thank you for suggesting this babe,” he grabbed your other hand and pulled you in for a kiss. You weren’t fond of PDA, but you’re willing to make an exception for Jungkook. 

The wait in line lasted for about half an hour, and you wondered which celestial being this telescope was being focused on. Everything around the observing deck was kept dark to make it easier to see through the telescopes. It was also advised to not look at any phone screens because your eyes would have to readjust to the darkness afterward. You and Jungkook complied with the tip for the optimal viewing experience. Jungkook was rambling about UFO conspiracy theories when you interrupted him by pointing out the fireflies behind him. They danced in the darkness of the open air, and it was your turn to be captivated. Yes, you hated insects, but fireflies had a special place in your heart. You thought they were fairies when you were younger, and you would spend hours playing with them. Your parents would even help you catch them. The nostalgia that hit automatically put a smile on your face. 

“You’re adorable, you know that ___?” Jungkook smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, “I wish you’d look at me that way,” he pouted.

“Oh shut up Kookie. I do look at you that way, but you never notice,” you stuck your tongue at him. Jungkook laughed in response. His laughter stopped and his eyes widened when he realized you guys were next in line.

“What is this one looking at?” Jungkook asked the telescope attendant. 

“Oh, all three of these are pointed at Saturn,” he replied.

“Oh no, we waited in line for so long just to look at the same thing,” you said, shoulders sagging.

“Awesome! Since this one is the biggest, does that mean that we’ll get a better view than the other two telescopes?” Jungkook asked, his eyes twinkling once again.

“Uh, technically yes. But only slightly better, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference,” the attendant replied as he let Jungkook enter.

From the way he asked, it probably didn’t bother Jungkook that he’d be seeing the same thing again. Once it was your turn, you realized the attendant was right. There wasn’t much of a difference in the quality of the image you were seeing, but it didn’t make personally seeing Saturn any less magical. 

“Seeing it a second time was super cool. Can you believe it? People a hundred years ago would have never thought they’d see Saturn with their own eyes!” Jungkook greeted you when you came out. 

“Yeah that’s all pretty dope, but I kinda wanted to see something else. Maybe some of the people who brought their own telescopes are looking at other things,” you took Jungkook’s hand and made a beeline to the amateur stargazers.

There was an interesting assortment of telescopes there. Some were big and bulky, some were sleek and aesthetically pleasing, and some just straight up looked like weapons. Multiple people were willing to let you both look through their telescopes. You both saw an additional two stars whose names you will never remember, along with seeing Saturn one last time. 

You and Jungkook stood in the middle of the deck, gazing upwards to soak in the clarity of the stars before your departure. As if the night couldn’t get any more magical, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Oohs and aahs were heard from people in the general vicinity when they saw it too. Jungkook pulled you close to him, his face inches from yours.

“You know, maybe we were lovers in a past life, because I feel like I’ve known you forever. I think you’re the most special thing in this universe. Thank you for today,” Jungkook said tenderly. 

“You’re welcome, darling. I would give you the whole world if I could,” you smiled, slowly leaning closer to him.

“For you, my dear, I’ll give you your own personal galaxy,” Jungkook practically whispered as he cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was the epitome of sweet, as his soft lips brushed against yours without much force. You swear you’ve never been happier in your life. Thank the stars for Jeon Jungkook.

Published September 4th, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[disgruntledspacedad]

Ezra!!

First impression

Prospect was one of the first of Pedro's films that I watched (I don't think I'd even gotten very far into Narcos at the time), and I remember straining to catch his voice. I knew from the plot summary that Ezra was a character that I'd enjoy, and I was very eager for him to actually get on the goddamned screen already.

My expectations were confirmed and exceeded during that first scene. I was blown away, both by the Ezra's writing, and by Pedro's flawless delivery of some very tough lines. I thought, oh, man, this is a lovable scoundrel with questionable morals who is obviously ooey-gooey soft inside -- the very best type of character, in my opinion.

I also remember thinking to myself, oh, okay, Pedro is ridiculously talented (the original question that had prompted me to seek out roles other than Mando).

Overall, the impression was very favorable.

Impression now

Oh gosh, Ezra is one of my favorite Pedro characters, and absolutely his most underrated performance.

I love Ez. I think he's a sweetheart who's been hardened by a hard life, a true survivor, and probably a closet academic. Boy just wants to live a peaceful life in a small village somewhere, surrounded by books and fluffy cats, but fate keeps ass-fucking him with no lube.

Also, everybody I know ships us, so there's that. Power Couple!!

Favorite moment

Probably when he's legit considering selling Cee to those weird cultist dudes. Don't you dare try to tell me that he's not thinking about it -- or at the very least, thinking of a way to get her back once he's done it.

Idea for a story

Lol, besides SALT?

You are the chief medical officer on a government funded rescue mission to recover a missing research team. A prominent Bausian (sp??) Conservatory scientist had taken to the Dark Reaches in search of what the Fringers call "juice" -- a mythical, medicinal plant extract rumored to cure any illness. For years, the scientific community on Central had dismissed these rumors as delirium induced fantasies, but now, whispers of a legit discovery are floating through the newsfeeds, and you and your team have been dispatched to uncover the truth and rescue the missing researchers.

This is your first big break in your career, and you couldn't be more excited (or apprehensive) to save lives with an entire medical team under your command.

aaaand, I'll be cutting this here -- I call this one The Ezra Epic for a reason:

On the day you're set to embark, a stranger appears on the shuttle, claiming the role of security officer. He seems friendly enough, and nobody seems to bat an eye, except you. There's something about him that you don't trust. You know the man who he'd replaced through your late father, and find it extremely unlikely that a sudden family emergency would have pulled him from his assignment. Plus, what kind of security officer only has one arm?

As CMO, it's your responsibility to look after the chronic health concerns of the crew. Ezra requires some medications that hint at an interesting past (treatment for phantom limb pains, some scarring on the lungs that requires a regular steroid shot). He's tight lipped about himself, but he's got a biting sense of humor and a wicked sharp tongue, and you find yourself looking forward to his visits more and more.

He also knows his way around a field kit. When a disaster in engineering requires all of your attention, Ezra is right there, handing you exactly what you need before you can even ask for it. He refuses to leave your side for hours, helping with triage, first aide, transport, and even basic nursing care.

And that's when things change between you.

But the longer Ezra is in your bed, the more questions you have. His speech patterns and mannerisms suggest he's spent lots of time far from Central. He claims no family, just a niece that he'd lost contact with a long time ago. The pattern of his injuries and the scars on his torso leave you wondering where he was, that he hadn't received proper medical care. Even his familiarity with the field kit is suspicious. His service records are sealed, so you find no answers there.

And there's the way he listens intently for any information regarding details from the missing ship.

You aren't stupid. You know that the discovery of juice, if it's even a third of the rumors are true, would change the course of medicine forever. Speculative research even suggests that it's highly addictive.

In the back of your mind, you start to wonder if Ezra is a Fringer, feigning for a hit.

Confused, frustrated, and sick at your stomach, you shoot off a message to that friend of you dad's, the security officer that Ezra had replaced.

And then you promptly forget about it. Things are good.

As the ship approaches the last known coordinates of the research team, Ezra starts to get antsy. Tension between you rises, and one evening, after a little tiff, you get a ping on your personal comm.

It's the son of your dad's friend. There'd been no family emergency. He'd been reassigned the night before embarkment, is currently serving at a lunar penal colony orbiting Kamaria. All information regarding the mission was classified. He hasn't been heard from since.

Heart in your throat, you make for your office. You know in your heart that this man is dead, and you need a place to think with a clear head, not tiny quarters that you so frequently share with Ezra.

You find him bent over your computer. He's used your personal passcode to access information on the missing research team. You'd caught him red-handed.

Furious and betrayed, you turn him in to the captain, spilling all of your suspicions. Ezra is trying to tell you something, pulling out the "but wait you don't understand" song and dance, but you refuse to listen. You hate him, but mostly, you hate yourself for ignoring your instincts. You'd known he was hiding something. He's locked away in the brig, and for the next three days, you do your damnedest to forget about him.

The ship lands on the planet where the research team had disappeared. There's no sign of the missing ship, but you do find Juice. Lots of it. And it has every bit of potential that the Fringers claimed. You take furious notes, delighted to be on the cutting edge of discovery, and send them all back to Central in hourly updates, as requested.

Then, disaster strikes. The ship is attacked. You wake up planet-side to a smoking hull and charred bodies. Somebody is tugging on your arm, dragging you away from one last explosion. The ship goes up in flames, and you pass out, realizing you're the only survivor.

You come to in a cave. Your rescuer is a young girl, 19 or 20. Her name is Cee.She tells you her story, that she was an intern on the professor's research ship, that they'd found what you'd found, and then been attacked like you'd been attacked.

Then she tells you more. This planet is a home of a warlike race of humans with strange traditions. They fly ships shaped like squids, speak a language that she's never heard, and they guard the juice with their lives. The research team's last transmission had documented as much. They were aborting the mission and heading for Central when they'd been attacked.

Your objective had never been to rescue the researchers. Rather, it had been a suicide mission. Attacking a medical transport is an act of war. Central had anticipated that, and had sent you and your team as bait.

Central means to start an intergalactic war, all as a ploy to claim the juice.

You realize something else, too. You recognize Cee from Ezra's stories. He'd spoken of her more than once. The niece that he was so proud of, the one who was in her second year of university, the one he'd lost contact with.

It occurs to you that maybe that's what Ezra had been trying to tell you all along. That he was here to find Cee, not to get a hit of some alien drug. And then you realize that it doesn't matter, because he's gone.

Nobody from the ship had survived. Certainly nobody in the brig.

I haven't quite worked out the rest of this plot, but obviously Ezra is alive, and obviously you and Cee are going to eventually find him. Maybe you make some tentative connection with the locals, try to warn them of the coming shitstorm, and you find him with them (these guys speak the same language as Inumon, and I know that Ezra at least understands it, if he doesn't speak it himself). By this point, you have told Cee the entire story, and she trusts you. There will be a very sweet reunion between Cee and Ezra, but things between the two of you still be tense. Naturally.

Central is going to attack, and in the fallout of that, you and Ezra will reconnect. Maybe he'll save you, and you'll kiss. Lots of apologies and feels.

All I know is, I want the story to end with the three of you as outlaws on the run, standing on the edge of an impending war with no idea how you're going to survive it.

All you've got is each other.

Unpopular opinion

You guys are gonna hate me for this, but I don't care. A lot of Ezra fic I've read really overshoots his speech patterns, to the point that it's almost impossible to get through. Ezra is not a walking thesaurus. He's a little archaic, sure, with a hint of in-universe jargon thrown in every now and then. Think Rooster Cogburn, but in space.

Check out @littlemisspascal, @the-blind-assassin-12, and @yespolkadotkitty for examples of Ezra done right - they've got his voice down to an art.

Favorite relationship

Ez + Jay. Ez + Lanie.

I mean, in canon, it's obviously his relationship with Cee. I think they're just precious. Found family is my favorite trope, and Cee brings out the dreamer in Ezra -- a trait that was nearly lost on the Green.

Side note that I don't see this as a father-daughter relationship. More like big bro/little sis, or maybe Weird Space Uncle.

Favorite headcanon

Oh, Christ, just one? Okay. I think Ezra was mutinied and left for dead on the Green. He headed an entire crew, and for whatever reason, they turned on him and took the goods -- and the ship.

Another good one that's less headcanon and more an understanding of closed-circuit ventilation systems -- I don't think that when Ezra said his filter was no good, he was referring to the filter that kept him from breathing the Dust (or whatever they call it, I forgot, sue me). I think he was referring to the filter that kept him from rebreathing his own carbon dioxide.

But that's a whole ass science lesson for another day!

[killuababie]

your writing?? god tier ❤️👄❤️ can i request all of the teams with a soft girl manager? like she’s just a lil baby 🥺 she could be confronted by an intimidating person and she’d be like “hii :D want a cookie??” essentially she’s hinata in girl version

A soft babie

Pairing: Fukurodani x Fem!Manager, Date Tech x Fem! Manager.

Summary: Teams with a soft lovable manager.

Type: Fluffy, platonic headcanons.

A/N: OMG THANK YOU FOR SUCH A BIG COMMENT IM OVERJOYED!! I'm so sorry I wrote for only 2 teams, I hope that's okay with you.

Writing for all the teams in one go isn't possible, I have already stated that in my rules aswell :((

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FUKURODANI:

When you first introduce yourself as their new manager, they are so warm and welcoming towards you. Gentle and careful with their actions until you're used to being with them

The only thing they're worried about about is Bokuto, esp Akaashi.

Oop- name of the devil. He screams running towards the lil group formed, wanting to know what's happening

Bokuto: HEY HEY HEY!! WHATS Y'ALL DOING TOGE- OOHH WHO IS THIS??? mans loud af

Akaashi, slightly panicking, worrying he'll scare you off: Um that's-

You, equally hyped: Hello!! I'm y/n :D

HE'S THRIVING WHEN HE GETS TO KNOW YOU MORE

You both are constantly screaming

Rip everyone's ears

Bokuto: LET ME TEACH YOU VOLLEYBALL!!

You: YESSS!!!

Cue Akaashi running behind you both and wanting you to not get hurt because YOU'RE A BABIE- A BABIE HE MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS

Literally everyone is so protective of you. Would gladly fight someone if they hurt you.

Also, HUGS!!!

Y'all have this routine where you hug each and every team member before a game

Instant serotonin boost for everyone, esp Bokuto man's bouncing off the walls.

Bokuto LOVES to give you piggy back rides and you attach yourself to him like a koala.

Yukie, Kaori and you have these girlfriends picnics all the time.

Yukie abso-fucking-lutely never shares her food except if it's with you. SHE LOVES YOU WAY TOO MUCH and she's always give you a bite from what she is eating and blatantly refuse to Bokuto's pleas.

Which activates his emo mode but you give him a head pat with a hug and boom SEROTONIN BOOST

Honestly, the whole team is so glad to have you because just the sight of you makes them ✨ happy ���

DATE TECH:

When you first introduced yourself everyone's first reaction was 'OH SHE IS S CUTE' ofc they said that in their head.

They're literally worshiping you low-key because you're a blessing in their life.

You make them nutrition bars and they are in tears, show them and encourage them? They're in tears.

EVEN FUTAKUCHI IS SOFT FOR YOU AND EVERYONE IS SHOCKED. He listens to you and only you.

Everyone demands head pats from you all the time except Aone :( he is scared that he will intimidate you :((

Pls protect him he's a very very soft baby.

You go to him to ask him when he's alone and he's PANICKING ;-; BECAUSE WHAT IF ;;-;; HE SCARES YOU ;;;-;;;

He's looking for help so that someone could speak for him

You: can you please kneel down a bit? 🥺

Aone, slightly confused but does it.

You, giving him head pats: Please don't be scared you are amazing :(

Aone, slightly tearing up: Thank you

You: I like your voice it's so unique :O here have a cookie :D

Babie is genuinely so, so happy, he's just so speechless to have met someone who isn't scared by him. He accepts your cookie nodding in appreciation.

He's kinda speechless but he definitely does appreciate your kind act towards him and he'll treasure this simple memory of you for rest of his life. MUST PROTECC

Aone starts warming up to you and talks more around you.

When the team finds out about it, they're definitely grateful for making him feel so comfortable.

Now you have them wrapped around your finger

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[sylvie-writes]

A Father’s Love

pairing: steve rogers x reader ft. sarah rogers

requests:Hey, can I ask for a Steve Sarah fic where baby Sarah is injured or unwell and Steve is more distressed than the reader and cries holding Sarah and she assures him that she is fine and brave girl -anon  2. hi i love your writing!! i have a request for a headcanon or oneshot: i watched ww84 (which was not that good of a movie oof) but there was a romantic fireworks scene and it made me think of celebrating 4th of july with steve rogers on his birthday and just like, cuddling up next to him on a picnic blanket while watching him watch the fireworks and oh it just makes me so SOFT- anon

word count: 1,750

author’s note: pardon any mistakes! sorry for combining the requests, hope y'all still like it!

gif below was found on google

Never before in your life had you ever experienced such fear. Although the warm sun streamed down in rays, creating a happy scene, you were somewhere else. A place where nothing else mattered except for your daughter. Nerves, anticipation, and dread flooded your veins. Any parent would feel this way, especially under these circumstances. A majority of the time, you wouldn’t consider yourself a “helicopter parent,” even though Bucky and Sam would say otherwise. Now, was an exception because your four year old daughter was learning to roller skate in the cul-de-sac where her grandparents currently reside. Her little hand was interlaced with her father’s and the 6’2 man crouched down to be a bit shorter. He was anything but an expert in this field and that made you even more nervous as he’d occasionally slip. Before you could say anything to him, he’d just put a hand out, signaling that everything was okay, and you’d be left to bite down on your lip, silently channeling your fear. 

From the looks of it, one would think you weren’t trusting of your husband and while that wasn’t the whole truth, you just knew he wasn’t the most...graceful and elegant human on planet earth. Rather he was the type of guy to fall and literally laugh it off. That was fine for him, but if your daughter fell on this rocky pavement, well, you’d both have another coming. Or at least that’s what you had assumed. 

Sarah’s giggles echoed and you could hear your parents’ shouts of encouragement from the house. You were standing on the end of the driveway, eyes glued to the giant man and the tiny girl, happily skating around. After a few minutes, Sarah finally found her footing, so to say, and was actually skating without Steve’s support.

Finally, you dropped your shoulders and let out a sigh of relief at the two enjoying themselves. It was all going fine until Sarah was turning, like she had done so many times before, but this time happened to catch a rock under a wheel on her right skate.

 In your mind, it all happened in slow motion, making your feet stay grounded, yet your conscience was “running” to her. Steve’s face looked absolutely mortified and he dropped to his knees, ignoring the pain from the harsh contact, he immediately scooped up the girl. 

For a moment, her lip quivered and Steve continued to soothingly stroke her hair, gazing into her watering eyes. Just when you thought the dam would break, Sarah swallowed her sobs, shook it all off, and stood from her father’s lap. She even held out a hand to help him up and he looked very shocked. Even more shocked than when you told him you were going into labor, which was quite the experience, one you preferred to not re-live. 

Eventually, you joined the two and up close you could see that Steve had a single tear running down his face. You knew his worst fear was failing his daughter, he had told you so many years ago. Sarah noticed Steve’s sorrow and she got down once more to sit back on her heels. With gentle movement, Sarah wrapped her arms around the man’s broad shoulders and pulled him into the most lovable hug you’ve seen in ages. 

“It’s okay, Daddy. Please don’t cry! See I’m just as brave as you!” 

Your daughter then laid her head on his shoulder, the two of them in their own little world as usual. You hated to break them up, but they were currently sitting in the middle of the road and you’d rather not get hit by a car. Softly, you tapped Steve’s shoulder and he slowly rose up, Sarah in his arms and tired from the scare as well. The three of you made your way back up the driveway and into the house where your mother met you with the same nervous look you had once wore. Once a nurse, always a nurse, for she had a first aid kit in hand. You quickly reassured her and followed Steve back to your rooms. 

Summer in New York City wasn’t that much enjoyable, so ever since Sarah had been born, you and Steve come in July to stay at your parents house. Today was Fourth of July and you helped your parents with their annual barbeque. That went well and then the whole roller skating incident happened and now here you were. It was 3 in the afternoon and since it was Steve’s birthday, you had some surprise plans for him later. He was unaware and had assumed you had forgotten his birthday, which you had not. 

An hour later, you found Sarah in the pool with your parents while Steve sat on one of the lounge chairs, only khaki swim trunks on. You could tell he’d been out of the pool for a while as his hair was starting to look a bit fluffy. Steve’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and in his lap you could see a sketch that he was tediously working on. Your daughter was too busy playing pool volleyball with her grandparents, that the three were yet to notice your presence. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you strutted over to Steve and sat on the edge of his seat where you gently tapped his leg to gain his attention. 

“Whatcha working on, Grant?”

Steve peered up at you, his smile possibly even brighter than the sun that reflected on you both. He silently passed off the sketchbook to you. The sketch depicted the scene happening before your eyes, your parents bonding with Sarah, all of them wearing large grins and laughter. It was the kind of picture that could lift someone's mood in an instant, all because Steve was the best at portraying emotions in his artwork. 

“So, birthday boy, I have some plans for you… that is if you are still up to it.” You motioned to his current laid back state and Steve looked down at himself to see what you meant. He was curious as to what you had planned, having told you not to plan anything for his birthday. 

“Oh honey, I told you not to do anything.” Steve looked at you disapprovingly, his sunglasses now pulled down so you could feel the full effect of his “glaring.” 

“It’s not everyday that a wife gets to celebrate her husband’s...” Pausing, you did some quick mental math (that may have not been accurate) and came to an answer, “102nd birthday!” 

At that, Steve lurched forward and pulled you onto his lap, placing a kiss on your temple as his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. 

“You spoil me too much, doll.” A simple hum was your only reply and you leaned back into his embrace. 

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About an hour later, both you and Steve got quick showers and tidied up a bit. The only thing Steve had heard about where you were taking him, was that it wasn’t too fancy as you told him to dress casual. As Steve got ready, you asked Sarah if she wanted to come along, but instead she decided to stay back and make some cookies with your mom. 

The two of you then met at the front door where you kissed Sarah goodbye and headed off to the car. Just as Steve was about to get in the driver’s seat, you stole the keys from his grasp and gave him a small “tsk tsk” causing the man to laugh. Earlier, while Steve had gotten dressed, you had been able to sneak out and put a prepared picnic basket in the trunk of the car along with a large blanket. For Steve’s birthday, you were taking him to see fireworks at a nearby park. You knew how much of a sucker he was for fireworks and a good, old fashioned, park picnic. 

As you pulled into the entrance of the park and globs of people sat out on the field, Steve’s eyes started to sparkle with excitement and you couldn't help but grin at him. 

“Babe, is this what I think it is?”

You put the car in park and turned in your seat to fully face Steve, “If you’re thinking fireworks and a picnic, then you’re right. I’m sorry it’s not a lot, but I know how much you-” 

Before you could finish your unnecessary apology, Steve sweetly grabbed your face and pulled you in for an enchanting kiss. 

“It’s perfect, (y/n).” 

Steve’s face softened into a loving look and his azure eyes looked the slightest bit shiny in the moonlight. 

You parted away from the man and exited the car, heading to the trunk where Steve met you. He helped carry the picnic basket despite your pleas for him to not do so. 

The park wasn't too crowded, but there were just enough people for you and Steve to have to search around for a good ten minutes. Eventually you spotted this place under a tree that wasn’t too surrounded and had a perfect view of where the fireworks would be. 

Swiftly, you laid out the plaid picnic blanket and Steve then set down the picnic basket that was filled with the components of your dinner. You began to set out the prepared food, even bringing out a candle, albeit fake, that provided some romantic and not overwhelming lighting.

Since you both had arrived twenty minutes before the show started, it allowed for you and Steve to enjoy the dinner peacefully. You had even packed some desserts but those would be for during the show as a little something to snack on.

Just as the show started, you had finished packing away the last of the Tupperware containers and now settled in between Steve's legs, his chest providing use as a pillow. The man delicately rested his chin on your shoulder and in return, you lovingly rubbed his forearms that laid in your lap.

“Thank you for the best birthday, my love. You’ve given me so much over these past few years and I swear I don’t know what I’d be without you.” 

It was a whisper in your ear, but you still heard it over the loud crackling of the fireworks. 

With a warm smile and quiet giggle, you brought his hand to your lips and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.

“Only you could pull off such a cheesy line, Rogers.” 

[kats-fic-recs]

Gather Around Everyone I have Newtmas Fic Recommendations

It's been kind of a stressful time for me lately so instead of focusing on my problems, I finally read the tmr books then I went on a huge fic binge and now we're here

in the broken bravado of my ghost (i’m a sucker for soft don’t go’s) WC: 4,288 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: T

Realization strikes Minho. “Wait, so... the only reason why you told him how you feel is because you thought you were gonna die.”

Newt grunts in response.

“And you took the letter back yesterday ‘cause you’re still alive and scared of Thomas’ answer.”

“Brilliant observation,” Newt deadpans.

My thoughts: Fluffy, cute w/a happy ending yes please

too many colors. WC: 14,856 Chapters: 4/4 Rating: G

Newt holds his hand up, and Thomas accepts the silent request by raising his own hand and pressing their palms together just like they used to do as kids.

“Listen,” Newt continues, intertwining their fingers. His hand is soft and so, so warm. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you can tell me anything.”

Thomas has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling too much. "And I would, but that’s the thing—I don’t know what’s going on either. I think I’m just stressed out, though, so don’t worry.”

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, yeah?” Newt murmurs, and then his eyes flutter shut. “We can solve it together, surely.”

“Yeah,” Thomas breathes. “We always do.”

Know No Shame. WC: 10,918 Chapters: 10,918 Rating: T

It's a winter wonderland wedding, baby! You can bet that Thomas isn't feeling the magic in the air when he's spending his holiday vehemently avoiding the brother of the bride that dumped him a year and a half ago (who by way, he's still in love with). So it's only natural that the universe conspires against him and deposits said ex at his doorstep and promptly seals that very door with a wall of snow like a big, cosmic kiss. Is it a Christmas miracle, or is it twenty-four consecutive hours of the you better watch out? vine on repeat in Thomas' head? If he survives, he'll let you know

My thoughts: What could be more fun than sitting on the bathroom floor as you and your ex talk about your failed relationship

Lonely Hearts Club Ballad. WC: 24,538 Chapter:1/1 Rating: T

In all honesty, the hall of pink hearts and rose petals leading him in through the ship like a sexy yellow brick road probably should have tipped Thomas off from the very beginning.

(Or: What does marine biology and singles' cruises have in common? Absolutely nothing, which is entirely the problem.)

My thoughts: Peak Thomas being a lovable idiot with lots of school smarts and no common sense

I have read the complete works of Montague Summers as well as Vampires: Burial, and Death and would just like to say the Penny Dreadful's are horribly inaccurate. WC: 24,538 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: T

“Hey, man,” Minho’s voice comes through in a low drone, “There’s no easy way to say this, but uh. Newt kind of died.”

Thomas stops in his tracks, heart seizing. “What?” he gasps.

“I mean,” Minho says, “It was bound to happen eventually.”

cooking by the book- the Newt remix. WC: 3,360 Rating: N/A Chapters: 2/2

Newt stress bakes, which in turn stresses everyone out because it tastes horrible.

When Newt gets it into his head to bake for his and Thomas‘ wedding, his friends plan an intervention.

A Ballad of Guilt and Grief. WC:69,105 Chapters: 17/? Rating: N/A

Weeks after the fall of WICKED, the Gladers are in the Safe Haven, but Gally's guilt leads him to trying to protect Thomas from his grief and everyone else's expectations.

He understands more about Thomas and Newt's relationship than anyone expected him to, so when he finds out Newt isn't really dead, he's unusually happy to be able to reunite them.

(Chapter 1 is canon compliant and focuses on Gally and Thomas' growing friendship, the following chapters will feature Newt).

Couples Counselling. WC: 12,279 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: G

When Minho dares Thomas to ask a good looking stranger to go to Couples Counselling with him and see how long they can pull it off, Thomas is unsure.

But even after barely knowing the boy, Newt, Thomas finds himself wishing they were actually a couple.

Based on the prompt: Anyone down to take Couples Counselling with me and see at what point the therapist realises we don't even know each other?

[meetmymouth]

when sunny met harry (2) : harry styles imagine

read part one here summary: harry and y/n break up but they’re not the only ones suffering. their -now her- golden retriever sunny thinks harry’s coming back.

Just like everyday, as soon as she turns the lock, Sunny comes running to the front door, nails ‘clicking’ on the wooden floor as he jumps up and down on the other side of the door. As soon as the door’s unlocked and opened fully, Sunny leaves no time for hellos or any other form of greeting before he’s on her. It’s Friday night which is why there’s a bag for life full to the brim with groceries next to her backpack and Sunny takes it upon himself to sniff around the packaged food as if he’s looking for food.

It’s also the night Harry’s finally coming to see Sunny.

A month has passed since the phone call and it was last week when Harry’s name appeared on her phone, messaging to see if he could visit Sunny soon. Truth be told, she wasn’t ready to see him just yet. She knew she could’ve said no, or told him she would let him know when it would be a good time to visit but one look at Sunny’s way, she had caved in. Or was the look for reassurance only? She had accepted it in a heartbeat because deep down, she knew Sunny wasn’t the only one missing him.

And now there she was, trying to ignore Sunny as he barked relentlessly at the hoover.

When she reaches the corner of the sofa, Sunny comes closer to her and barks directly at Hetty the Hoover as if he’s trying to set some ground rules.

“Sunny, no!” The hoover is now turned off and she tries moving Sunny away from poor Hetty.

“Leave her alone! Sunny, down. Come ‘ere!”

Sunny does come, and she sits his bum down at her feet and stares at Y/N as if she’s going to reward him for being a menace.

“Why are you such a dickhead, huh,” she gives a pat to his fluffy head. “Do you know who’s coming to see you? Wanna wear your nice collar?”

As the pets continue, she feels a sudden pang of sadness at the memory of seeing Harry for the last time in this flat.

She thought about the look on his face; his beautiful eyes all glassy and lips pouty. Dark circles under his eyes and a large box full of his own share of vinyls to accompany his reluctant posture. How alien and hesitant he had looked in the middle of their, now her, living room.

She tries remembering the last conversation they had, last proper conversation before everything happened but Sunny’s heavy panting interrupts her thoughts and she heaves a sigh.

“Do you...” she extends the word deliberately knowing it will hype him up. “...know who’s comin’ to see your squishy mug today?”

This does nothing to hype him up though. Sunny remains seated at her feet, tongue slightly out as he stares at Y/N’s face as if she’s talking nonsense. “Harry’s coming, Sunny.”

At the mention of Harry’s name, Sunny’s goes crazy. He starts jumping up and down -as much as he can with the limited space between him and the sofa- and his tail keeps wagging in sync with his hoarse barking.

Although she too feels giddy about having Harry in the flat again -though she has to repeat the reason why he’s visiting in the first place every five minutes-, she’s also worried that her next door neighbour Mr. Yoni will knock on her door with puckered lips and slit eyes. As soon as she opens the door, Mr. Yoni will sigh and Y/N will start apologising, trying to bribe him with a cuppa and Tesco’s bourbon biscuits she knows he likes.

As she writes and plays the scenario in her head, she also keeps tidying up the living room, fixing up the pillows, collecting empty mugs and some pens scattered around. When she starts doing the washing up, she hears Sunny chewing the bone Harry’s gotten him and can’t help but roll her eyes at how sentimental she’s being. Exes and a dog.

So what, she thinks, are we going to co parent a bloody dog now? Saying yes to him visiting was a weakness on her part. She knew it was. She’s also not expecting them to get back together just because Harry’s coming to see Sunny. No. She has to get her shit together.

Harry’s charming. Interesting. Lovable and endearing. From the first night she’s laid her eyes on him; in his stupid corduroy trousers and a fuzzy striped cardigan, she knew she couldn’t forget him after that night. She was totally mesmerised by him. By his face. Yes, he was handsome- he is handsome. But he was also beautiful. Pretty. He had soft features, delicate... but there was also a sharpness to him, could cut you with his affection as soon as your eyes met across the room. His love could kill you. He could’ve told you the earth was flat and you would think ‘well, this kid is onto something’. It was his charm and the general aura to him that held you back from questioning him and his actions.

When they first met, he had just gotten out of a relationship. She knew because they ran in the same circles. She knew of him. They’ve been to the same birthday parties and even one or two weddings. Despite that, they had never spoken to each other before that night. So when they shook hands at a close friend’s birthday party that night, his hand still damp from the beer bottle he was holding, she knew she had to get closer to him, she wanted to be the reason behind that dimple appearing and the crinkle by his eyes when he smiled, his two larger front teeth peeking between his parted lips.

Though, much to her dismay, they didn’t hit it off like it happened in the movies. Theirs was a civil introduction. Nice… friendly. She couldn’t say much and the conversation died quickly as he was swept away from her by his friends. She had later learned that he found her annoying at first. In his words, she looked like she was better than anyone in that room. In her defence, it was because she was mesmerised by him and well, she wasn’t exactly the social butterfly Harry seemed to be. They always laughed it off though, with drunken smiles and chuckles between wet, sloppy kisses. It took them six months of friendship until she had enough and asked him out. One day while sipping margaritas in her garden, she had had enough and called him out. ‘Bloody hell you’re stubborn as fuck’ she said, ‘you’ve been looking at my arse all day and I’m pretty sure you’ve been eyeing my lips since like last month. So either come kiss me or just… keep it in your pants’. And then there he was, making a move.

Seven months into their relationship, Sunny became a member of their- well mostly Y/N’s family. They were happy. Sometimes too happy that it kept her up at night, wondering if the universe was plotting something against them soon. Turns out it wasn’t. They were just Harry and Y/N. Too comfortable with each other. Too in love. Too happy. Until the bickering had begun. At first it was mostly because Y/N kept putting his clothes in the wash before they got ‘really dirty’. Or how Harry kept making a mess in the shower, never cleaning up after himself, leaving his hairy razor on the counter. And it didn’t help when he started spending most of his free time in Los Angeles while she worked in London. It wasn’t only his fault. She had also stopped making time for regular phone calls as he kept them no longer than ten minutes and it went from long, meaningful chats to Harry talking more about his friends and their adventures than himself. In return, Y/N more or less, and perhaps without realising, started cutting their conversations short and vague because ‘I think the chicken’s ready, I’ll ring later’ or ‘Sunny’s chewing my shoes again, gotta go’.

When he came back from LA, everything started going downhill as if they weren’t bad enough before. Y/N started feeling uneasy in his presence; feeling self-conscious, mostly when they ate, when he came to have a wee while she showered or when they had sex. It also didn’t help how they always had people around. They didn’t get much free time to themselves. It was always Harry and Y/N… and the others. So it was a gradual thing, the fall of their relationship. And when they officially ended things, he not only left her heart in pieces but also another, much tinier heart was more or less broken. Sunny’s.

She puts those thoughts away and focuses on the washing up in front of her, snorting at how she’s been rinsing the same mug since God knows when despite it looking squeaky clean. Taking off one of the gloves, she touches the screen of his phone and her eyes widen at the time. Harry would be here any minute and she didn’t even have the heart to change into something more comfortable.

She decides on a cup of tea and spots the opened package of cheese twists and perches on the sofa. TV’s on, filling the flat with Alan Carr’s distinct voice as Sunny comes up and places his head on Y/N’s leg, looking as precious as ever.

“God forbid I eat anything by myself. You silly boy,” She breaks one of the cheese sticks in half and throws it next to his paws. “There you go.” As soon as the stick hits the floor, it’s gone in seconds as Sunny tries to lick the remnants of the cheese stick off of his face and the wooden floor.

Two more cheese sticks later, she gets a text from Harry letting her know that he’s here, at the door.

As she makes her way towards the front door, Sunny follows behind. Her heart starts beating faster and she feels her cheeks heat up, having an epiphany that Harry’s here, on the other side of the door. Sunny barks once as her hand reaches the door handle as if he knows who’s here. As soon as the door opens, their eyes meet and it’s like someone’s pouring hot water down her head. Harry opens his mouth but he gets interrupted when Sunny spots him.

Y/N watches as the two go crazy for each other, Sunny jumping up and down, trying to get his paws on every part of Harry’s body as Harry tries crouching down to pet him.

“Dear God you’ve gotten huge! Sunny! Bloody hell- ouch- stop biting m’ankles!”

“Come inside, he’s inviting you in,” she mutters and immediately regrets that stupid remark. As if it’s Harry’s first time meeting Sunny.

He looks up again and gives her a smile. “Are you inviting me in?” He says, tone as playful as ever. He glances down at Sunny again before she catches his eyes.

“Come in before he has a heart attack trying to get all your attention.”

“Always been an attention seeker, am I right Sunny boy?”

After he takes his shoes off, they make their way inside, careful not to trip and fall since Sunny’s still trying to catch Harry by his ankles. She sits on the far end of the sofa as Harry crouches down to give Sunny a proper cuddle.

The dog looks like he’s having the time of his life as Harry scratches his head, massages behind his ears and gives him gentle pats on his furry bum and Y/N tries hard not to cringe at the dog hair swirling in the air. He looks mesmerised by Harry and Y/N can’t blame him. When Sunny sneaks in a couple of licks, they both laugh as Harry wipes the sticky saliva with the arm of his thick jumper.

“Alright, alright, chill.” He gets up despite Sunny’s whines and his attention is now on Y/N.

“Hi,” she can’t help but give him a little wave from the sofa.

“Alright?”

“Mhm. Want a cuppa?”

“Would kill for one actually,” he grins impishly and Y/N’s already on her feet, walking towards the kitchen.

When she glances back, Harry’s following and just like before, Sunny’s following close behind as if he’s being pulled by an invisible string. Clingy dog. She wonders if he’s feeling the things she’s too afraid to feel ever since Harry’s stepped into her flat.

They wait for the kettle in a slightly awkward silence as she takes the time to get used to his presence in her home again. It’s bittersweet, having him in the kitchen. Like when he used to wake up in the mornings and make a mess which he referrer as making breakfast. If it weren’t for the sound the kettle was making, she swears she could still hear the clatter of cutlery and Harry swearing loudly whenever he dropped something on the floor.

“Thanks for, you know, thanks for this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Harry. He’ll probably go ballistic as soon as you leave but I know you were missing him so… yeah.”

He gives her a sad smile and looks down at the dog who’s laying at his feet.

“Does he bark... always? Like, how bad does it get?”

“Well,” she puts the teabags in the mugs. “He sits in front of the door and barks non-stop as soon as I’m home. He usually tires himself out by the time I’m out of the shower but it’s been worse lately.”

As she pours the water, Harry glances at the fridge and a snort leaves her mouth at how reluctant he looks.

“Wha’?”

“I know you wanted to get the milk out. Just- don’t make this awkward. You can open the fridge without my permission.”

He gives her a pout and she has to turn her back to him and fiddle with the spoons for an unnecessary amount of time so that she doesn’t reach out and pinch his lips.

“I didn’t want to act like I own the place,” he mutters, milk in hand and Sunny all perked up at the sound of the fridge.

“Don’t worry about it. Honestly.”

The milk is back in the fridge, teabags stored back in the cupboard, kitchen light is turned off and they find themselves on the opposite sides of the sofa. Y/N sits cross legged on the spacious sofa while Harry’s looking oh so formal, one hand holding his tea and the other scratching Sunny’s fluffy neck who’s still not letting him out of his sight.

“You comfy there?”

Harry looks up, startled, and chuckles. “Erm, yeah. Why?”

“Dunno, you just look like you’re ready to run as soon as your tea’s finished.”

She knows she’s not subtle, judging his every move ever since he laid foot in the house. It’s not like she wants him to feel uncomfortable or guilty. It’s the opposite really; she doesn’t want to see him look so uncomfortable and on edge. It’s selfish really because it’s only been months after their breakup. Of course they both felt uncomfortable and awkward. And when he looks like his one foot is out of the door, Y/N feels horrible. She feels like it’s her own fault that he’s not feeling welcome.

“I just- I don’t know the limits? Like…” he places his tea on a coaster and clears his throat. “Like how comfortable should I get? Or- should we get? Am I allowed to sit all relaxed on the sofa…”

“Look, I get it. I’m sorry. I’m acting like a kid,” she takes a sip from her tea.

“Maybe- maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it this soon?” Harry more or less whispers, as if he’s walking on thin ice and he is. They both know it.

And well. Is he wrong? Were they stupid? Was she stupid, having his ex over for the sake of a bloody dog? Who was she kidding? She selfishly wanted to be in his presence again and she used both Harry and Sunny.

The awkward silence now increases as she tries to find something to say.

She wishes she was Sunny. Not because he’s still at Harry’s feet, head laid upon his socked feet but because he’s probably clueless to what’s been going on.

“Y/N?”

When she looks up, Harry’s still looking at her. His eyes are full of concern and she hates how familiar it looks.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry. I don’t feel unwelcome at all. I know that’s what you’re thinking,” he gives her a tiny smile and her eyes fall to his dimple.

“You’re right though. I think we both acted without thinking. I mean, it’s kind of my fault anyway. Calling you like that-”

“No-”

She shakes her head feverishly. “Yes. Ringing my ex as if Sunny’s a baby and he won’t fall asleep until his daddy wishes him good night.”

It’s dead silent until a snort comes out of Harry’s mouth and Y/N raises her eyebrows.

“Well he kinda is a baby, in’ he?” He reaches and pats Sunny in the head, making him perk up at the attention being given to him again. “And I am the daddy so…”

When he looks up though, Y/N’s watching him with an unimpressed look on her face.

“Too soon?”

“Not surprised at your inability to read the mood. Always cheeky. You done seducing that tea?”

When she stands up, Sunny does too. He knows she’s making her way to the kitchen with her tea in hand so he would normally follow close behind, thinking she’s going to fetch him more snacks.

He laughs at that though. He does because they get each other’s weird sense of humour.

“Nah I’m trying to see if I can finish it.”

“I won’t even take offence at that. I know I make a mean cuppa so, suit yourself.”

She tries passing him but he stops her.

“Come on, please sit down. I won’t get mad if you do the washing up after I leave,” he gives her a smile and surprisingly, it’s enough to make her sit down.

He waits for her to speak but it never comes. They sit in silence while Harry pets Sunny aimlessly.

“Can we- can I continue what I was saying before?”

“What? About you being a daddy?”

He snorts at that, the same hand that was petting Sunny now coming up to his head, fingers running through his hair so effortlessly. She watches as the hairs glide smoothly between his long, ring cladded fingers.

“No,” he rolls his eyes but a there’s a hint of smile there somewhere.

When their eyes meet, she smiles at him, properly smiles at him for the first time that night. When he returns it with his own dimpled smile, she almost forgets. She forgets why he came and for a second, it feels like they’re back in time. Back to when they spent most of their nights in front of the TV. Sunny curled up and snoring by the sofa while Y/N played with Harry’s hair, their legs tangled and his back against her chest. It takes her a minute to understand why Harry looks so confused.

“Sorry, I’m just really tired,” she murmurs.

“’s okay. I’m kinda glad you didn’t hear what I so bravely confessed there,” he chuckles at the ground and the sound makes Sunny lay his head against his legs, asking for more pets.

Despite his vagueness, she smiles at his boyish charm. “What was it?”

“Nah, not tellin’ you now,” he smirks, never once looking up from his petting session with Sunny.

A sigh leaves her mouth and that’s when he looks her way.

Were they flirting? Could exes flirt? Should they flirt?

And wait, did he get a new ring?

“Was it about my poor taste in cushions again?” She smirks, trying to sound as nonchalant as she can.

“Well-”

He tries getting comfortable on the sofa, leaning back and crossing his legs but Sunny starts barking as if to complain about Harry’s divided attention. He reaches down and gives him a pet but never once takes his eyes off of her.

It’s quiet after that. None of them speak. They lose the eye contact as soon as Sunny abruptly gets up from his laying position and walks to his water bowl, both of them watching him leave.

“He’ll bite my ear off as soon as you leave tonight,” Y/N mumbles, trying to pass it off as a joke but Harry doesn’t smile.

Instead, he sighs and scratches his knee. “I actually saw Sunny the week you called me… your brother was walking him near Gemma’s house and- well, yeah.”

At the news, she feels an anger bubble up inside her. Not towards Harry -maybe a little- but towards her brother. Since her brother’s not here, she’s going to take it out on Harry.

“Why didn’t you tell me when I rang? You- I, oh God. I’m such a fucking idiot. You came here out of pity and not because you missed Sunny, right?” She keeps going as if someone’s been timing her. “You probably laughed after right? At how pathetic I was? You should’ve told me!”

“Well, I didn’t! It’s not a big deal-” he tries again but she cuts him off and he’s slightly taken back by her widened eyes.

“Not a big deal? You came here because you pitied me! Well fuck, I know it’s pitiful but you shouldn’t-”

“I wasn’t missing the bloody dog, I only saw him that week! I used him to see you!”

She freezes, trying to process his words but as always, Sunny steals the show.

This time, he’s choking on his water.

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