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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months ago

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MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY SILLY LITTLE SWEET PEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i cried reading this btw . giggled and kicked my feet. first of all thank you sooooo much for reading this silly little sappy fic and taking the time to let me know your thoughts 🥹🥹🥹 i’d probably kill a couple guys for you. i mean what.

NO BUT WAHHH YOU’RE SO VERY SWEET AND I NEED YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU :(((((( ik we literally Just talked abt it but. your tags and comments have always been such a huge motivator for me and i reread them all the time!!!!! they’re like little packets of love :3333 anyway i’m just gonna pick out some comments here and respond to them because i love you and that is the arimickey way, i’m putting satoru (… and pupsagi 😒 i guess) in your lap so he can keep you company while you read this <3333333

wahh already the idea of getting to just laze around with him in your shared home together is making me wanna cry:((((((( like of fucking course HE'S the one that's getting the iced tea for youuu😭😭😭 hE LOVES YOUUU😭😭😭😭😭😭

SATORU GOJO OUR ACTS OF SERVICE KING ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i usually think of physical touch and gift giving first when it comes to him but… he is so acts of service . he loves making your life easier. in any way he can 🥹🥹🥹 he will be ur personal iced tea carrier for the rest of your lives!!!!

THE HAND SQUEEEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i really wanna hold hands with him:((((((( this is kind of irrelevant but i really do i think he'd always try to swing your locked hands with the prettiest smile on his lips and he'd raise them to his lips every two minutes just to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

:(((((((((((((((((( HAND KISSER SATORU. DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE…… no bc this is so real and i do absolutely think satoru is . a hand holder. above all else. it’s something he abuses a lot in the beginning of your relationship when he’s still a little hesitant with intimacy…. AND HE LOVESSSS SWINGING YOUR ARMS AROUND :((((((((((((((( baby.

DIMPLESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>:333 IF SATORU’S DIMPLES HAVE NO FANS IT MEANS ARIMICKEY ARE NO LONGER ON THIS EARTH!!!!!!!!!

AND IT JUST KEEEPS GOINGGGG WDYMM "SWEETHEART" WDYM HE'S CALLING YOU SWEETHEARTTT ARIIII PLEAAASEEEE MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT I AM WEAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SWEETHEART IS SUCH A GOOD PETNAME FOR HIM TO USE MICKEYYYYY HE’S SUCH. A LITTLE SAP. calls you sweetie too…. like a grandma……. he loves u . thinks you’re sweeter than candy and will die on that hill actually

(this is another side not i guess but wasted summers by juju just started playing and idk if you remember but a while back we talked abt what songs remind us of satoru and i said that that very song reminds me of him and now i wanna cry even more)

😭😭😭 MICKEYYYYYY OFC I REMEMBER. i was thinking abt that really recently actually like can u believe this friendship kinda started with just us talking about satoru coded songs….. BUT WAHHHHHH I STILL THINK ABT STSG EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the leech, i’m the man // i guess you don’t understand. you will ALWAYS be famous!!!!!!!!!!

and i loove love LOOOOOOOOOVEEEEE THE WORD ADORE!!!!!!!!!!!! i think it's very... intimate. honestly in a way it's above the word love sometimes to me,, the word "adore" just feels like this overwhelming sense of fondness?????????????????????? does that make sense?????? okok i really might be getting a bit delirious i am sorry about that but ari i just need you to know that i do adore you okay?! always.

AAAAAAA ME TOOOO ME TOO 🥺🥺🥺 I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY ADORE IS SO . this is just my own thought but i do think adore is like…. a very very selfless? type of love. for SURE overwhelming too. love can be sooo many things but when i hear adore i think about bright bright smiles and the bright bright sun and wanting to hug someone and never ever let them go AND . i think that kind of love is satoru’s. he can’t help it. if he loves you he sees you as the Sun.

but enough abt satoru I ADORE YOU AS WELL <3333333 you’re my sweetest little sunflower and i will never let you forget it!!!!!!!

i think the whole entire country of estonia just heard me sigh. but it was the super ultra longing yearning type of a sigh though. it's rarely anything else with you and honestly it kinda does make me mad. i really do get the reader bc like i think i love you too much too damn (armin also just came to say hi btw he loves you too much too i know bc he just sat so close to me so close that if i crane my neck i can give him a lil forehead kiss and i'll have you know that he doesn't usually sit this close he tends to go to the feet instead but... here he is now confessing his love to you with me)(he's trying to steal my spotlight😠)

😭😭😭 THE ARMIN CAMEO HAD ME CRYING MCIKEY i hope you gave him lots and lots of pats!!!!! i love you both so dearly!!!!!!!!!! my favorite little kitty cats in the world!!!!!!!!!!!! AND PLEASEEE THE LONGING SIGJ ECHOING ACROSS ESTONIA…….. u silly little guy. (affectionate)

you really do write so so beautifully you know? like you aaaaaaalways make me feel so warm inside (yes even when i'm crying i can multitask alright) you're always just so fucking loving and lovely and you shine so brightly through your words and you kind of remind me of honey like you're sweet and sticky and you go so well with tea and i love tea but most importantly i love tea with honey which means i am back to my point of me being in love with you damn funny how the world works huh??? thank you so much thank you thank you thank you

MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYY STOP IT STOP IT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO SWEET AND I NEVER KNOW HOW TO RESPOND :(((((((((((( i love you. in every sense of the word. WDYMMMM I’M SWEET LIKE HONEY YOU LITTLE POET here’s a warm cup of tea just for that…… 🍵 drink it up okay!!! i made it with love!!!! i will make you warm sweet tea for the rest of your life actually i am nothing if not devoted <333

you have done so much for me and i mean that dAMN I FINISH EVERY ONE OF THESE WITH A SAP STORY I CAN'T STOPPP I CAN'T CONTAIN IT OKAY I'M SORRYY I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you are doing well and that you are taking care of yourself. i also hope that you are not rushing. anything; i hope you are taking your time. with everything. please eat well and please drink well. WATER. please sleep and please please please have fun. and smile. and look at the sun and look at the stars and look at the moon. they all love you. as do i. thank you so fucking much<3333333

I LOVE THE SAP STORIES MICKEY I AM ALSO A NATURAL SAP!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 but wahhhh. wah. i am looking at the sun i am looking at the stars i am looking at the moon and most importantly i am looking at you <33333 i’m doing my best to take my time and relax and sleep and eat, so pls do the same!!!! i love you and i want you to be happy and healthy always always always. you know i’ll be sending your legion of smelly guys if i hear abt you losing sleep so tread carefully >:33 i love you and satoru loves you and the sun herself loves you. MWAHHHHHH tysm for reading ml i’m overjoyed that you liked it <333333333

i think your love would be too much ; satoru gojo

summary; satoru knows that you’re worried about something. he just doesn’t know what.

word count; 4.1k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, sickening amounts of fluff, (that’s literally all. that’s it. thank you for your time), you’re both down horrendous, the ”something” reader is worried about is very very silly <333, mostly satoru’s pov!!

a/n; i love this man so fucking much my chest hurts so i dug up the sappiest wip i could find in my drafts <333 you can tell i completely lost the plot halfway through but just pretend that i didn’t ok. i dedicate this to gojo nation :3

satoru feels your stare prickle at the back of his neck.

he’s rummaging through the fridge, one hand on his hip, grabbing two cans of iced tea from the bottom compartment. peach for him, lime for you. his infinity is down, the pads of his fingers meeting chilled aluminum, condensation licking at his skin.

but the goosebumps that sensation causes is nothing compared to the ones he gets from this — your stare digging into the back of his head, your attention aimed directly at him. when he turns around, closing the fridge with a bump of his hipbone, you freeze. like a deer caught in headlights.

satoru grins.

”you checkin’ me out?”

”no,” you blurt, and his smile only grows.

”aw…” he waltzes across the room, from the kitchen island to the living room, fuzzy socks against the floorboards. ”what’s up, then? something on your mind?”

with a clink, he puts the cans of tea down on the coffee table. you murmur out a breath of thanks, but make no move to reach for either of them.

now that he’s close enough to see you properly — he thinks to himself that you do look a little ill at ease. something in the crease between your brows, shying away from the eye contact he wants. something in the way your voice comes out somewhat strained.

”it’s nothing… i just —”

you stop. gaze fleeing from his own, slipping down to your lap. he thinks you look particularly small like this. curled up on his expensive couch, curling in on yourself; gnawing at your bottom lip.

”… i’m being dumb.”

he hums. tilting his head, taking you in — wasting no more than a mere moment before taking action.

you feel him plop down next to you, a shift in the weight bearing down on his couch. comforting. when you glance up, he’s smiling, patient and light. hand sneakily slipping between the cracks of your own, squeezing your palm, running his thumb over the ridges of your knuckle.

”wanna tell me about it?”

from behind the black layer of glass obscuring your frame, satoru watches you intently. watches your expression shift, drinking in the twitch of your brows, how the colour of your eyes flickers in the light. the way your soul sulks and sputters under the weight of his all-seeing gaze.

you part your lips. slowly, searching for the right words — only to close them again.

you try once more. hesitant.

all you can manage is a frustrated huff.

”it’s nothing, honestly,” you’re quick to backtrack, wincing inwardly. ”i've just… been thinking. i guess.”

a hum. his smile doesn’t waver. ”about what?”

you avert your gaze. biting your lip, again, turning away from him; resting your chin on the heel of your palm. avoiding his stare like it could turn you to stone. he barely picks up on the words you murmur, flowing out beneath your breath.

”i... can't tell you.”

satoru raises a brow.

a moment passes. two, three — the silence is telling. you can hear the discontentment in his voice, despite his attempts to mask it.

”why not?”

”i… haah.” you scoot away, just a little more, turning away so he can’t dissect your expression the way he’d like to. ”i just can’t, okay?”

silently, silently, he observes you. the little of you he can see, at the very least; fixating on the side of your face, your cheek, those fluttering eyelashes. as if it could tell him something. you can’t see the way his eyes narrow, behind his shades, black glass shielding you from the weight of his scrutiny.

satoru bites back a huff.

curiosity and impatience aside, he feels offended. thoroughly so. he doesn't like it when you shut him out, like this, when you don’t allow him to soothe you.

your relationship has been a slow one — steady, a kind of settling in that he never thought he’d experience. calm waves lapping along the edges of smooth sand, washing away tiny pebbles and handfuls of sea glass; delicately coming closer. getting him used to the sensation before gently urging him to take a dip.

that’s the kind of love you share.

so it stings, a little, when you won’t let him return the favour. it stings in the same way his phantom scars itch on cold nights.

he knows opening up isn't easy. for you, for anyone, least of all for him — but he still finds himself feeling a little bit dejected. because he's supposed to be your safe space. the person you can trust with absolutely anything.

(if he can’t be that, for you, then what the hell is he even good for?)

he can’t help but feel the slightest tug of worry, too. seeing the tight line of your closed lips, that hardness of your expression. the unmistakable stress accumulating in the corners of your eyes.

but he doesn’t voice that worry. he simply gives your hand another squeeze, and smiles a little wider. ”try me.”

a sigh flows from your lips.

”you don't get it, satoru.”

your voice has a bite to it, now, just a little harsh. something akin to a soft hiss — defensiveness, he ultimately settles on. but why?

”it’s —” you muster up a glance his way, the slightest little peek, before turning away again. blurting out the words on the tip of your tongue. ”it’s so fucking embarrassing. you’ll laugh.”

satoru blinks.

”… huh?”

”you’ll laugh, and you'll tease me, and — ” he feels your hand slip from his own, muffling a groan as it covers your face. ”i’ll never live it down.”

you’re hiding, squirming, and satoru’s curiosity increases at an alarming rate. he leans forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, but you don’t let him.

now he’s nothing short of intrigued.

”i won't,” he says, simply. voice as clear as glass. you scoff into your hands.

”you will!”

”i promise you i won't laugh.”

”you always say that.” a sigh falls from your lips, deep and heavy, as your hands finally slip down to your lap. ”but you never mean it. you’ll laugh so much. i know you will.”

you bite down on your lip. he wants to cup your jaw and kiss you, mend the bruising with a swipe of his tongue — but he tactfully decides against it.

”it’s — it's so…” you trail off, fidgeting with your hands, nervously linking your fingers together. gazing down with a pout. ”so stupid.”

”baby…” his voice takes on a fond tone, tender and patient. everything he strives to be, when it comes to you; you and you alone. ”c’mon. you can tell me anything.”

with a sense of delicacy, he takes your hands into his bigger ones. tucking them into his palms, bringing them into his own lap — meeting your meek eyes.

”right?”

through the blue of his gaze, he watches you falter. watches your eyes soften, crumbling a little, as you silently weigh your options. you look flustered.

then you slowly part your lips.

”you’re gonna think i’m just joking, or whatever, but — but i mean it. i’m…” your throat bobs with a shallow gulp. ”i’m seriously worried.”

satoru nods. ”i’ll take you seriously.”

you look up. all you’re met with is a reassuring smile, familiar dimples, the slightest hint of a kind blue behind his shades.

and you finally give in.

”i… i think i might —”

shifting and squirming, your gaze flits from spot to spot, hands still intertwined with his own. you’re caged in, forced to face him, and it only adds to your nervosity. his eyes never leave your face.

”i think… i…”

your voice comes out sounding tiny. gaze stuck to the couch beneath you, as your lips form around the right syllables, and you finally blurt out out the words you've been trying to keep at bay —

”i think i love you too much.”

…

silence.

you still refuse to meet his gaze. a red hue crawls up your neck, spreading to the tips of your ears, heartbeat pounding under your ribs. the sentence spills out of your lips like an arrow; so rushed he barely deciphers it in time.

before the silence can swallow you whole, you continue. trying not to stammer, holding back an embarrassed wince. pouting softly, brows furrowed as your clammy hands twitch anxiously against his own. ”like... to the point where… it isn't normal.”

and then you wait. with bated breath, too embarrassed to look up, bottom lip tensing and softening between your teeth. dreading the explosive reaction he’ll undoubtedly give you.

… except it doesn’t come.

he’s not saying a word. nothing. the silence is so deafening you could cut it in half, lingering, festering in the air around you. all you hear is your own stupid, erratic little heartbeat — refusing to settle down.

a couple painful moments pass, before you physically can't take it anymore.

as slowly as you can muster, your gaze travels upwards — from his lap to his chest to his exposed collarbone, until his face finally enters your field of vision. you can’t resist the temptation.

(why is he being so quiet? satoru is never quiet.)

you meet his gaze. or what you think is his gaze, anyhow, because you can’t see the way his eyes are squeezed shut. what you do notice is the twitch of his lips, quivering ever so slightly, as if unsure of which direction to go — and you know one of satoru’s sharp teeth must be biting down hard to keep them in place. his shoulders are shaking, only barely, and he breathes out sharply through his nose; in a desperate attempt to keep his promise.

desperately struggling to maintain his composure.

he makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and all that effort goes down the drain. met with the sight of your flushed face, wide eyes, shining with embarrassment and disbelief.

like a stack of cards blown over by the wind, satoru’s poker face crumbles. he fails to bite back the wide grin that breaks out across his lips, showing off the white of his teeth, and a soft bout of fresh laughter flows from out his lips.

you gape at him.

then your brows furrow, harshly, and you choke on a scoff. with a start, you’re scrambling to stand up, tugging your hands away from his.

”see?” you hiss, almost tripping over your own two feet as you shoot up from the couch. ”i told you! you're laughing!”

you sound so embarrassed he thinks he might cry.

satoru gives up. laughter reverberating throughout his entire body, deep and loud, from the very bottom of his gut — enough to have him clutching at his sides. that only makes you flush deeper, glare harder, and all he can think is that he wants to kiss you silly.

”you promised!”

”i’m —” he chokes on a sharp wheeze, one hand reaching out to keep you from leaving. ”i’m sorry, baby, i —”

but he only ends up doubling over. sputtering with laughter, feeling the leather of the couch meet his cheek. you turn away sharply, and he pulls himself up again. ”wait — sweetheart —”

a fond chuckle rumbles through his chest, his long arms circling around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. caging you in. you struggle helplessly, trying desperately to break free, but it’s useless — he’s the strongest for a reason.

all you can do is writhe and grumble under your breath, inhaling a familiar scent of vanilla and musk. the fabric softener he uses puts your senses hopelessly at ease, but he’s still laughing — so you can’t help but kick and struggle seamlessly.

”let me go, satoru!”

said man chokes on another little laugh, shoulders shaking, tucking you so close he can feel the pitter patter of your heartbeat against his stomach. you’re so upset with him. but he can’t stop, can't reel it back in, and every weak punch to his chest and muffled protest just makes his composure feel more out of reach. he tried his best.

he really, really did.

he tried so hard not to laugh.

(”i think i love you too much.”)

god. just what is he supposed to do with you, huh?

”i’m sorry,” he grins, almost entirely out of breath. ”’m not doing it on purpose, you're just —”

a sudden fit of giggles.

"you're so cute.”

”satoru, it’s — not funny,” you whine, practically burning up. every single sound he makes buzzes in your ear. ”i’m serious. i —”

you squeeze your eyes shut. giving in, finally, allowing yourself to melt into his arms. limbs losing their feistiness. he delights in the sensation.

”you don't get it.”

it’s a whisper, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he hears it nonetheless. deep breaths, he reminds himself. it’s hard to take such an adorable confession seriously, but he tries. for whatever reason, you genuinely sound troubled.

”wait, so you —” he bites back an amused breath, but can’t hide the palpable smile in his voice. ”you love me… too much?”

a groan. you hide away, nuzzling further into his chest; your safe harbour.

”… i told you it was embarrassing.”

”it’s not,” he’s quick to console you. ”i’m just confused.” his palm glides across the back of your head, smoothing down your tousled hair, a grounding weight. he pats your head softly. ”i mean…”

a deep inhale. his heartbeat finally settles into a calm rhythm, slow and steady, lungs flooding with oxygen. he breathes out through his nose.

”is that really such a bad thing?”

”it is.” a frown finds its way onto your lips. your reply is instantaneous. ”i don’t think it’s normal. i’m just…”

satoru listens. patiently, feeling your fingers grip onto the edges of his shirt — comforting yourself with the soft fabric. then you sigh.

”i don’t know. i just can’t, like…” you grapple for the right word, moving your hands haphazardly, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. ”comprehend how much i love you.”

satoru bites back a smile.

(his heart flutters, flutters, flutters, like cherry blossoms on a windy spring morning.)

before he has the chance to, you part your lips again; speaking in a soft voice. resigned, he thinks. ”it’s just weird. it’s not exactly bad, but —”

you bite down on your lip.

”... it’s scary.”

a soft coo buzzes in your ear. satoru can’t help but pull you closer, closer still, smothering you in the warmth of his embrace. conveying what he knows will be too much for you to hear in words — what he knows he couldn’t convey in the language that you speak. you feel warm, still burning up a bit. like a little firefly.

he isn’t faring much better, though; a vague heat blooming under the skin of his nape. smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt.

(what on earth did he do to deserve you?)

a firm jaw settles on the top of your head. satoru parts his glossy lips, voice flowing out somewhat breathlessly, affectionate as can be.

”don’t you think i feel exactly the same about you?”

his pulse trembles against you. when you strain your ears, you can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat, mingling with your own; still resounding in your ears.

”… i dunno.”

satoru’s hold around you tightens, ever so slightly. something in the way he cradles you, strong arms around your waist, a low hum accompanying the light squeeze of his limbs. he can’t see your face, from this angle, but his pupils still flicker downwards — hungry for a glimpse of your expression.

then he smiles.

”i’m terrified of you, y’know?”

you blink. once, then twice, eyelids fluttering. a moment of silence passes.

”… huh?”

”beyond terrified, actually,” his smile builds into a grin. ”i’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. no one scares me more than you do.”

satoru pulls away, just a little, just enough to finally get a good look at you. your eyes are brimming with confusion. a large palm goes to cradle your cheek, and he tilts his head — inhaling a breath.

”i love you so much that it hurts.”

…

a soft chuckle slips from out his lips, when he catches your flustered, wide-eyed stare. sneaking a hand towards the small of your back, leaning in to press a kiss against the apple of your cheek.

”i adore you,” he whispers, smooth syllables melting into a purr. you stiffen under his touch. his fingertips trace the lines of your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck, chaste and sweet as he nips at the sensitive skin. muttering under his breath. ”you have no idea.”

and you truly, truly don't. satoru doesn't think you even know the half of it.

you can’t possibly know what you mean to him — that your very presence makes him forget who he is, what he has to be, a weight on his shoulders he grew used to long ago. you can’t possibly know that just the feeling of your hand in his makes the distance between you feel so inconsequential.

you are the most precious thing in his life. he doesn't think you could ever understand the weight that sentiment carries — he wouldn't want you to.

and here you are, so awfully worried, because you're too in love with him. he still can't help but grin. you’re so sweet, so silly. the words make him feel as if his heart is crumbling.

”… i can't believe you’re real sometimes.”

something tender rests under the whisper. something frighteningly sincere. it makes you feel a little like you’ve been sliced open. it’s raw, it’s heavy and light and it’s love. it’s satoru — all his little inconsistencies, and the stability beneath it all.

and some part of you knows that he's telling the truth. that he understands your ridiculous little confession, your embarrassing worries. satoru understands.

that alone is enough to quell the turmoil in your chest.

(what he gives you is a love as boundless as the sky; one that covers everything you could ever be. unconditional.)

”so there’s no need to worry.”

he pulls back, lips leaving your skin. you still feel their warmth linger. his shades have slipped down, barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, and you can see the blue of his eyes. they’re shining like jewels, soft around the edges. consumed by love.

”there’s no way you could ever love me as much as i love you.”

gazing into his eyes, as if hypnotized by their glow, your own gleam with a mesmerizing shine. glazed over with something sweet and wonderful, something satoru wants to burn into his retinas so he never forgets it. he wishes he could wring it out of you and put it in his pocket — but it looks prettier behind your cornea.

he savours the moment, slowly, until it abruptly ends.

with a second of pause, your brows draw together, forming into an irritated furrow. lips tugging downwards into a frown. ”that’s not true.”

satoru blinks. still smiling.

”i love you way more,” you huff. petulant, almost, something soft and amused in your tone. he thinks the sound fits you more than anything; unburdened and stubborn.

(as charming as you are, though — this is one battle he refuses to lose.)

”nu-uh,” he pokes the tip of your nose, delighting in the soft flutter of your blinking eyelashes. ”i love you more. sorry, sweetie.”

a huff. ”you don't.”

”i do.”

”you don't."

this time, you're the one reaching out, the pad of your finger landing on the tip of satoru’s nose — teasingly trailing up to the bridge of it. his heartbeat stutters, but he feigns nonchalance, raising an unimpressed brow; eyes unknowingly gleaming with mirth.

and mischief.

you barely have time to react. one moment you're seated on satoru’s lap, the next you're looking up at him with your back against the couch. he towers over you, keeping your hands pinned above your head with a single palm.

a familiar chill runs down your spine.

”i do,” he grins, free hand reaching towards you. recognizing the danger of a situation you've been in more times than you can count, you try to squirm away — but you don't get very far.

satoru’s fingers ghost over your sides, and panic floods your wide eyes.

even though you know exactly what’s about to happen, a yelp pushes past your lips when he begins to tickle you. mercilessly, fingers trailing over your most sensitive spots. all you can do is squirm, trying your damnedest to bite back the bout of laughter crawling up your throat —

but apparently neither of you are very good at that.

when the familiar cling of your laughter finally spills past your lips, flowing into satoru’s ears, his smile blooms into a grin. big and happy, childish in its innocence — not even attempting to hide his joy. his own giggles melt into your soft wheezes and desperate pleas, as you struggle to break free, straining against the firm hold he has on your wrists.

”i love you way, way, way more,” he continues to tease, halting his movement just enough to let you catch your breath. ”it’s not even close.”

even as giggles breathlessly spill from your lips, you manage a shake of your head. ”no, you —”

”wrong answer.”

he cuts you off with a smirk, and the torture starts anew. you can't get the words out, caught in your throat and muffled by a loud squeak, followed by forced laughter. satoru watches, in pure adoration, waiting for the moment you finally relent.

it doesn’t take long.

”f — fine, fine!”

he stills. eyes crinkled, shades barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to keep going. if only so he can hear your melodic giggles.

”can’t we —” you struggle to catch your breath, words stuck between bouts of leftover laughter. cheeks flushed and chest heaving. ”just call it a tie?”

satoru pauses. he drags it out, exaggerated, building up suspense. eyes narrowing playfully. ”hmmm…”

then he smiles. a soft, resigned little thing.

”alright, alright.” he leans forward, keeping you in place. ”that works, i guess.”

his lips meet yours. soft and glossy, tasting of cherries, exhaling a pleased sigh against your mouth. you’re still panting a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind. slow to pull away, with a drawn out mwah, grinning boyishly down at your disheveled state. he lets your wrists go free.

an unimpressed look is all you give him, quick to melt into a soft chuckle.

”well, that’s that.” you push yourself up with your elbows, fixing your tousled hair. ”now we can forget this ever happened.”

satoru raises a brow.

”oh, i dunno about that,” he purrs, voice ripe with mischief. a teasing glint flashes in his eyes, as he scrutinizes you, and it’s enough to have your face heating up again. the sight makes him coo. ”you love me so much you can't comprehend it, huh?”

you blink. it takes a moment for your expression to shift, from bafflement to embarrassment — but he thinks it’s all worth it when it does. barely restraining the urge to kiss you again.

”satoru…”

a giggle leaves his lips. reaching a hand out, he pinches your cheek. ”you’re cute.”

with a roll of your eyes, you swat him away; unable to bite back a smile. “quit it.”

”aw.”

he looks so smug. you can’t help but want to bite back, somehow — so you muster up your most shit-eating grin, a distinctly teasing lilt coating your sugar-sweet voice.

”you love me so much that it hurts, huh?”

satoru blinks.

endearment blooms, in the depths of his cerulean eyes. he watches you carefully, awfully amused — thinking to himself that he must be rubbing off on you. what a scary thought.

”yeah,” he breathes, a sigh laced with sincerity. cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand, settling on the option he knows will fluster you most. ”i do.”

this time, you’re the one who blinks. once, twice, before letting out a groan — slumping against his broad frame. satoru chuckles, breathlessly, consumed by you; by every move you make. all six of his eyes aimed directly at you.

(if he gives you the sky, then what you give him is a love as steady as the ocean; one that’ll drown every bit of his sadness. unyielding.)

”can’t you ever just let me win?” you mutter, breathing in his cologne and tugging at his shirt. pressed up against him, on his couch, safe and secure. right where you should be.

he noses at your neck, pressing a little kiss against your pulsepoint. a quiet, quiet offering at the altar of your soul. ”nope,” he hums, smiling cheekily.

”i love you too much for that.”

#kisses you kisses you kisses you #ALSO YOUR TAGS MADE ME LAUGH SO LOUD MICKEY 😭😭😭😭😭😭#SILLY LITTLE GOOSE….#ily <33333 i hope your brain is nice to you and lets you get lots of sleep tonight!!!!!#dream abt satoru and all the iced tea he would buy you :33333 #mwah mwah MWAHH

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hooned · 4 years ago

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for the game: 5, 8 and 20? luv your blog (*/ω＼)

hi hi, love!! 💙 oh nooo,, that is sooo sweet!! how are u so cuute omg 🥺 i am weak when it comes to uwu emoticons ahhh!! thank youuu for loving my blog bb!! come here,, lemme love u too!!!! 🌷✨

5. What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif? DEFINITELY 2GETHER or just brightwin in general 💙 they're the ones who pushed me into making content again after two years of stopping!! it's like i found my muse in the show and in them so i'm eternally grateful!! 💙

8. What gif trend do you hate? i don't have a particular trend i hate,,, i think it's because i don't know any giffing trend?? haha. hi, i'm jelly and i live in a rock i am so sorry but what are these gif trends i am genuinely curious!! 🤩

20. Mac or PC? i use pc bb ;; although right now my laptop is in a critical condition i am still praying for her and hoping that if i turn the power on later she will be okay. 🤧

— gif making questions 🍃

#💌 ask.#xibm #thank youuu so much for playing with sweetie!!#and thank you for liking my blog you are sooo sweet!! i'm bxndnxjxjx 🤧🥺💙#have a nice day!!!!

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wolken-himmel · 3 years ago

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My time has come(✯ᴗ✯)

You can makes some with this generator these were my favorites have fun (≧▽≦)

Grim: Why is Malleus crying on the floor?

MC: He took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Grim: And?

MC: He got Myza.

Myza: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Malleus: I’m to busy plotting your murder to sleep, Myza.

Myza:

Malleus: ...The nightmares.

Myza: *wrapping her arms around Malleus* Awwww, sweetie-

Myza: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Myza: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Myza: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

MC: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The Squad: Awwww-

MC: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The Squad: Oh.

Myza: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Myza, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Grim: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Myza and not do the thing,

Grim: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

Grim: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Myza , trying to comfort Malleus: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Myza : MC is playing hard to get.

Myza : Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

I love this so much 😭💕 thank youuu

#askaskask #myza amaru

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cocosstories · 3 years ago

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Chris Evans One Shot

Hi, first of all i think i read al your writings today and they are perfect!! I saw that you take request and had an idea about chris evans and (younger) reader. Maybe one where they are doing an interview together or maybe one were they have to roast each other. Or maybe something where they read each others thirst tweets and they are kinda in love with each other. ( i know those are a lot ideas, just chose whatever en whenever you want to write them) 🤣♥️

I have a request if you’re taking them. Maybe you could write one about Chris Evans and reader doing an interview and it’s really light hearted and childish cuz we know how Chris is😂but just a lot of fluff really. Thank youuu, sending lots of love xx

The nerves were setting in as you and your costar Chris Evans waited to start your latest interview.

"Are you guys ready?"

You look behind the camera to the buzzfeed rep and nod.

"Hi guys, I'm Chris Evans"

Chris starts when prompted.

"And I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N and we are reading thirst tweets."

You finish the intro with a nervous smile.

"Ladies first."

Chris says, handing you the bucket.

'@yourtwittername is the whole reason I lost no nut November...I ain't mad tho'

You read out the first one, your heart pounding.

"He probably lost like 100 bucks Y/N!"

Chris jokes as he laughs.

"Wow. My bad dude. Better luck next year?"

You shrug as you answer the tweet laughing, finally feeling more relaxed.

'I would let Chris Evans rail me in the backseat of a car in a Walmart parking lot'

Chris reads his first tweet, turning bright red as he does.

"Who wouldn't, am I right ladies?"

You say, winking to the camera.

"Jeez. Walmart? Can't even go to like a Target or something?"

Chris says.

'@yourtwittername is living her best life being surround by all these sexy daddies all the time.'

You giggle.

"It is a true blessing in my life. All of these sexy older men I get to spend time with. Sebastian, Mackie, Hemsworth. Oh and Evans is cute too I guess."

Chris fakes offence and you stick your tongue out at him.

During this press tour, you and Chris had gotten a lot closer and become pretty good friends.

Despite the fact that you were in your early 20's you actually had a lot in common and felt comfortable with him.

To you it was all just playful banter and great chemistry but to anyone and everyone around you, it was pretty clear that the two of you were harboring some pretty strong feelings for each other.

'That is americas ass and I want to bite it.'

"That line is going to haunt me for the rest of my life."

Chris says with an exaggerated sigh.

"I don't know dude, Mackie might take over that mantle. He and Sebastian have talked about how his ass is better than yours more than once."

The crew behind the camera laughs, remembering when Sebastian and Mackie had done their video and said exactly that.

"Mackie can have the title. I'm ok with that."

Chris says with a chuckle.

'I would let @yourtwittername suck chocolate off my toes.'

You scrunch your face in disgust as you read.

"Maybe so but, she wouldn't do it. No offense if that's your thing but just no."

You fake gag.

'I'd let Chris Evans snap my back like a glow stick.'

Chris stares at the paper, reading it over and over again as you laugh.

"I think y'all fried his brain."

You turn towards him, rubbing his back.

"Chris, sweetie, the tweet can't hurt you."

He mocks a laugh as he crumples up the paper and tosses it behind him.

'If Chris Evans doesn't wife @yourtwittername up soon...imma have to do it.'

A chorus of 'awws' come from the crowd behind the camera as you and Chris look at each other, unsure of how to address this particular tweet.

"Should we tell them?"

You finally say with a sly smile on your face.

"I don't know if they can handle it."

Chris replies, catching on.

"Alright guys, you are all the first to know...Chris and I...."

You trail off for dramatic effect.

"Are just friends."

You both say together and laugh.

'i want chris evans to rail me until i cant walk... is it to much to ask for'

"Jeez seems like your schedule is getting pretty full there Mr."

You laugh.

"Jealous?"

He says, side eyeing you.

"Nah, I'm more of a Sebastian Stan kinda girl."

You playfully nudge him.

"All the girls love Sebastian."

He replies, playing hurt.

"It's those steel blue eyes. They let you know where home is."

You shrug, quoting your favorite Mackie line.

"Well guys, that was the last one and thank God for that."

Chris says with a chuckle.

"Oh come on you big baby, those weren't that bad!"

You roll your eyes.

"Yours weren't maybe."

The two of you playfully banter a little longer before waving goodbye to the camera and the interview ends.

"You guys were great! Thanks for doing this."

The producer says as the set assistants take your mics off.

"Thanks for having us."

You smile at her.

"I'm starving. Y/N, you wanna grab lunch?"

Chris asks as the two of you head out of the building.

"Yes please."

You eagerly answer before climbing into the waiting car, you and Chris heading off for food before the rest of your long day of press together.

#Chris Evans One Shot #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans #Cocos stories

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reelwriter19 · 4 years ago

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A Better Man

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied smut, cursing

Word Count: 3241

“Sssshhh...Erik you have to stop yelling.” You pleaded with your husband as you struggled to get his oversized drunken frame through the front door.

Slurring every word, “Y/N, I DON’T CARE! These colonizers know who’s buildin’ this is!”

You shook your head and couldn’t help but smirk as Erik kicked his boots off and planted himself on the floor in the hallway like a toddler. It was LATE and you were exhausted, but you gave him a pass on this f**k boi behavior because his 35th birthday was in a few days and even though he’d never admit it, that number was messing with his head. So when the owner of the lounge called you personally to come pick him up at 1:45AM, you threw on a sweater, grabbed your keys and ran out the door.

Erik looked up from his stooper just in time to catch you undoing your bra in annoyance. “YES!!! My girls need to be free!”

“Wow…..goodnight Mr. Stevens.” Shaking your head as you walked away, he seemed to find his sea legs long enough to scurry after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and slowly creeping his hands up to ‘the girls’.

“Come on ma, let me hit. You know I sleep better after.”

His touch in this moment was making you weak, but as you turned your head to permit him a kiss, you were hit with a heavy dose of reality. Erik hadn’t drunk this heavily in a while, and the evidence of it was seeping through his pores and breath in the worst way. You turned to face him, now keeping him at arm's length.

“UGH...nigga let you hit?! I love you, but the last time we tried to have sex when you were this drunk, you fell asleep in me, during said process. Uh huh...nope, not tonight. The girls will be all yours tomorrow.”

The next morning you awoke to find Erik still fully clothed, knocked and snoring on the chaise lounge in your walk-in closet. He still smelled, but you were grateful for the fact that he wasn’t too drunk to remember how you felt about outside clothes on the bed. You kissed him on his forehead, got dressed and started making calls. You were throwing him a birthday party that night at the house. You had to confirm food drop offs with the caterers, pick up some balloons and grab one final gift to surprise him with the next day. His training made him really hard to surprise, but you knew he wouldn’t be expecting this.

You heard the shower turn off as you walked back into the house from your excursion. “Erik!” You hollered putting bags and what seemed like 100 balloons in a corner, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. “Kia and Shuri will be here in a few hours to help me set up. I’m gonna need you out of here soo…”

Your words trailed off as your ebony Adonis emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his hips, scars glistening on his chest. He knew his power over you and now you were the one intoxicated. He raised an eyebrow as he slinked over to you ever so slowly, you, still frozen, allowing him access to begin undressing you without much of a fight.

“You were sayin’ somethin’?”

“Baby...I have so much to get done for the party.”

“I remember you saying that these right here were all...mine...today.” He started to pepper kisses across your chest and conveniently dropped his towel to the floor. Every task on your list quickly faded into the background. He was the soon to be birthday boy afterall. Who were you to deny him this gift?

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The house was filled with laughter and music. You sat on Erik’s lap with his arm wrapped snug around your waist as he and some of his boys laughed about stories from their days at MIT. You knew the majority of the people there, Erik always kept a tight circle. But there was one guy, Malik, from his days in foster care that he recently reconnected with that hadn’t made your acquaintance. He was mostly quiet throughout the night, sometimes too quiet, but you chalked that up to how he was raised. Knowing what your husband went through, bouncing from house to house, no one really caring if he lived or died, you always had a soft spot for the people he bonded with during those years, and Malik was one of them.

T’Challa walked over to the rowdy bunch in his usual stoic way, hiding something behind his back. Nakia stood next to him, beaming from ear to ear.

“Pardon me Y/N, gentlemen, but N’Jadaka, I have something that might interest you.” He revealed a black velvet cigar box with the word “Daka” embroidered on the top in gold. It was rare to shock this man, it was even more rare for T’Challa to pull a reaction from Erik that wasn’t sarcastic or flippant.

“Yooooo, T! You wild out man!”

Turning to you as Erik stood up, “Is that a good thing?”

Before you could reply, Shuri belted out a laugh from across the room and said, “Oh brotha! That’s a VERY good thing!”

Erik hugged T’Challa, which was enough to bring a tear to your eye, as the men clamoured for access to a cigar as they walked out on the balcony to light one and commemorate the occasion.

You and Nakia locked arms and laughed at the group as they ran outside as if hiding a porno tape from their mothers.

Turning to her, “Should I ask where you got those?”

“Let’s just say, they once belonged to a very bad man with many items that needed to be confiscated for...archiving. And now they have been gifted to a better man to celebrate his life and the passage of time.”

“Riiight. Well thank you, for everything. I really appreciate you guys. He’s been so down lately. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I’m gonna go get the cake ready while they’re out there.”

Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed Shuri trying to hide behind a few other guests that were deep in conversation in the dining room. Pausing, you didn’t even have to walk her way to know what she was up to.

“Shuri! Put that drink down right now!”

“Awww, Y/N come on! I thought we were cool. I just want a taste of this good American stuff.”

“Girl, your mother will kill me! Put it down and go find the candles for the cake.”

She stomped over to you and you grabbed her in a tight hug.

“You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

You walked into the kitchen dancing and singing to yourself. “Tell Me” by Groove Theory was now playing through the speakers Erik insisted you guys have installed when you first brought the place. A few of the guests trickled out of the room as Erik’s friend Malik followed you in.

“Tell me if you want me to, give you all my time. I wanna make it GOOD FOR YOUUU!!!!”

You grabbed some plates and napkins from the cabinet and turned mid groove to find Malik standing a little too close. He was taller than your husband but his facial features were no comparison. Let’s be real, not many faces could compare.

“Oh my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you...I was just lookin’ for a garbage. Y’all recycle?”

“Yep, uuh, right there by the door.”

“Cool cool.” Walking over to discard his beer bottle, he turned back around and extended a hand to you. “Malik.”

Switching the plates to your left hand, you extended yours to shake his. “I know. Erik told me about you. He said you guys were like brothers growing up.”

“Yeah, that’s my dawg.” Licking his lips and taking you in a little too intensely, he continued his thought. “We always liked to share things when we were comin’ up.”

You snatched your hand back as Shuri walked in with the candles in hand, dancing to herself.

“Y/N, you have to make me a playlist of these songs for the lab!”

“I will, I promise.”

You walked towards her, grateful to your God and Bast that Shuri’s timing was so impeccable. As you handed her the other items and took the cake from the counter, Malik touched your butt and quickly left the kitchen.

Did he just grab my ASS?!

No, no, he didn’t, he couldn’t!

That nigga just grabbed by ASS!!

You stormed out of the kitchen ready to raise hell, but as soon as you did, a smiling Erik black man jogged towards you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“You good babe?”

Hands on his chest, gazing in to his bright eyes full of happiness and peace for the first time in a while, there was no way you could ruin this night.

“Yeah, yeah sweetie I’m ok. I was just looking for the candles that’s all. You ready for your cake?”

Nestling his face in your neck as he replied, leaving a wet kiss. “As long as I can have the rest of my dessert later.”

You giggled as his facial hair grazed your skin and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. You hoped that Malik was somewhere watching, being reminded of who the hell your man was and the imminent danger his life was in if he EVER decided to touch you again.

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“Aight aight, enough of this terrible singing...blow out the candles man!” One of Erik’s college friends yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. Erik obliged and everyone cheered. He found his way right back to you, engulfing you in his embrace from behind.

“I wanna thank y’all for coming tonight, for real. To have everyone I care about in the same room celebrating me, it’s just, yeah…...I especially wanna thank my princess, my QUEEN who pulled this off without breaking a sweat. I love you, Y/N.”

Turning to face your man, you couldn’t stop cheesing, caressing his dimpled cheeks as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

“Damn, I guess this is what happens when a nigga gets old. Got me all emotional and shit! Shuri, turn that music back up!”

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The house had finally cleared of most guests, finally allowing you to put your fuzzy slippers on. You were saying your final goodbyes to T’Challa, Nakia, Shuri.

“Are you sure you don’t need Shuri to help you stay and clean up?” T joked as they walked towards the door.

“Haha! No it’s ok, really. There’s not much more to do. Thank you again. You really made his night.”

“It was our pleasure, Y/N.”

“Make sure you stop by before you head back to Wakanda.”

You closed the door and the newfound silence of your apartment caused you to immediately flash back to that moment in the kitchen with Malik. You had to make sure it got dealt with, but not tonight.

You walked out on the balcony to take in the night air. The life of a hostess was not easy and fatigue was hitting you like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere, a massive hand smacked you on the butt, scaring the crap out of you. You turned to see it was Erik and not the filth who had violated your space earlier.

“Why you so jumpy girl?”

Attempting to gather yourself quickly and avoid his gaze, you brushed past him and went back into the living room. But as always, he was hot on your heels.

“I’m not E, damn! You just...I thought you were upstairs.”

“You only call me E when you’re annoyed at something or pissed at me, so what’s up?”

“Nothing ERIK, nothing. You’re just always on your sleath shit moving around this house and I wasn’t ready. I’m just tired, baby, that’s all.” Walking towards the steps, you prayed that was enough to hold him off for a bit.

“I’m gonna go change clothes. I left the cake on the counter if you want another slice. Cuz I know you want another slice.”

Whew! Home free, at least for now. You knew your nightly routine would at least give you some time away from him to think. Of course you’d tell him, eventually, but you knew Erik’s past too well to pretend that you weren’t fearful of what he’d do. You’d never be able to erase the sound of the guy's jaw breaking because he put his hands on you at the club when you first started dating. Or the time he threatened your old boss's life and family for overworking his ‘princess’ when you started having panic attacks because of your job. You weren’t at all scared of him, but you were scared of how this news would set him back.

You emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and wearing Erik’s shirt, to find him perched on the corner of your enormous bed, cake in hand and staring at you. You playfully walked towards him planting yourself in between his legs.

“Can I have a piece?”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ll just go get my own.”

“I ate it all before I came upstairs.”

“You better be lying.”

He wasn’t budging and you could tell his patience was starting to wane.

“Fine! Since you refuse to drop this.” You hesitated, backing away from him, bracing yourself for impact, but quickly decided to go another route. You walked to the closet and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from where you kept your extra tampons. He joked with you once that he’d be willing to buy them for you, but after that, you were on your own.

“I made us reservations for tomorrow night. I was going to give this to you then, but you’re so impatient.”

You handed over the box with a huge smile on your face, the giddiness now starting to set in.

Erik looked down at the box and back towards you, rubbing your thigh slowly.

“Well, open, open!”

He chuckled, finding your sudden excitement amusing. “Oh I’m the impatient one?”

He finally opened the box and pulled out a black dog tag necklace with the word ‘Baba’ inscribed on one side and a fingerprint on the other. Erik stared at the necklace in awe. When he finally looked up, he had tears in his eyes, which always made you full on cry.

“Happy Birthday! I’m pregnant. This is your father's fingerprint. I had Nakia do some digging to…”

Before you could get another word out, Erik’s lips were attached to yours. He lifted you off your feet bridal style and placed you on the bed as if moving too fast would break you. Erik made love to you as if it were the first time. Covering every inch of your body with attention to make sure you knew how appreciative he was of the best gift he could have ever asked for.

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You laid on your husband's chest, tracing his scars while his fingers made lazy circles along your stomach.

“How long have you known?”

“A few weeks.”

“Damn, I must’ve really been out of it.”

You smiled because him admitting it meant he was finally back.

“E…” You sat up, gathering the sheet around yourself to face him.

“What’s up?”

“Is it hot in here? Wow, i’m sweating.” You jumped up suddenly wrapped in the sheet to go open the window. Now pacing…Erik sat up fully and gave you a minute to process whatever the hell you refused to spit out from earlier.

“Y/N, talk to me.”

“Ok, Erik, listen. Before I tell you anything, I want you to remember that you’re about to be a father. And before I needed you but now it’s your family that needs you. You hear the difference there? We’re a family. And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow afternoon so now that you know I want you to come so you can meet the doctor and get used to…”

In his usual sleath-like manor, Erik had hoped out of bed to stop you from pacing. Once you finally turned around, you were face to chest with him. He lightly grabbed your chin and raised an inquisitive brow. You took a deep breath and finally blurted it out! By the time you finished recounting the story, Erik’s jaw was locked and his body frozen. At this point, you were sitting on the edge of the bed because, exhaustion.

“....I didn’t say anything earlier because you were so happy. Baby I hadn’t heard your laugh in such a long time. I also know how close the two of you used to be. I’m so sorry.”

Hearing that brought your husband back out of his daze. He knelt in front of you making sure your eyes were locked with his.

“Y/N, listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me? You’re my whole world..” Touching your stomach, “Tonight you’ve managed to make that world even better. That nigga violated my trust and made you feel less than in your own body, in our house...f**k no.”

Erik was eerily calm. The man you knew would’ve been dressed at the part of the story with the handshake and in front of Malik’s house with you on speaker by the time you said, “...touched by ass.”

Instead, with a kiss to your forehead, he made the choice to lay back down. “It’s all good baby, let’s get some sleep.”

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The next day you awoke to an empty bed. You got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find Erik in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning beautiful.”

This was always one of your favorite sights. You stood behind him, wrapping him in a hug while he plated the cheese eggs and breathed him in.

“It’s your birthday Erik. I should be cooking for you.”

“Please...besides your doctor called and had to push your appointment up by an hour so eat up quick! I don’t wanna be late.”

You watched him run upstairs, still wondering who the hell this new guy was and what he did with Erik “the colonizers can kiss mine” Stevens.

He came back down, keys in hand, dog tag on next to his father's ring, sneakers and glasses on. Damn you loved when he wore those glasses. That’s probably how you got pregnant in the first place.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…” You put your plate in the dishwasher and grabbed your bag, walking towards the hallway with him.

“Baby? About our conversation last night. You’re not gonna do anything crazy are you?”

“Oh, you mean Malk?”

“Yes, Erik, that’s what I'm talking about”

“It’s already handled.”

“Erik...what did you do?! Didn’t we discuss this? FAMILY. BABY. Us NEEDING you to not get locked up or worse.”

“Relax, Y/N. I didn’t do anything personally.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief, but he wasn’t quite done. “...let’s just say no one will see him anywhere, EVER...AGAIN.”

“E! You can’t just go offing people at every whim, even if you do hire someone else to take care of it for you. That’s not what I meant.”

“Baby steps, ma. Baby steps.”

#erik stevens x reader #Erik killmonger x Reader #erik x reader #blacklove #marvel universe #reelwriter19 #oneshot #birthday #black panther

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the-littlefangirl · 4 years ago

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TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM.

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS.

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly *

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go. I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing? Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #i'm so happy rn #sorry for the ramblings i just wanted to have it all written down #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #tfatws commentary

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missamyrisa2 · 4 years ago

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how about some tickles and teasing for a lee who blushes and squeals and gets flustered when she's teased and tickled, especially on the more private areas of her body? something that gets her particularly embarrassed is being stripped naked and restrained spread eagle, and then being tickled all over with feathers, especially big fluffy ones on her breasts/nipples, butt, and private areas, along with being verbally teased with baby talk and other teases. thanks! -🌻

Ooh. I have soo many tickles for you my cute little sunflower anon. I’m going to put you through so much anticipation~ because I happen to love gradually, teasingly, removing clothing as slowly and sensually as possible. Oh, you’ll be naked of course but I will take my time. First to go will be your shoes. I’ll briskly plop down next to you and take your covered feet into my lap. “I bet your toes are so cute, I know it. I love your shoes sweetie. But they won’t be staying I’m afraid.” I slowly remove your footwear, carefully grasping the heel and plucking one shoe away, revealing your socked feet. I grin and skitter my nails up your soles. “Does that tickle? Mmm? It doesn’t! Then I just have to try harder~” I playfully work my fingers under your toes as my other hand catches the sock and tugs it up, teasing your slowly exposing sole with nail strokes. “I thought you weren’t ticklish~ my goodness we are just getting started~” Your other shoe leaves much quicker, I am getting eager to get to your good spots~ I walk my nailtips up your legs, carefully and thoughtfully squeezing along your knees and thighs, pinching through your bottoms before I reach the end of your top~

“Let’s see~ yes, let’s see. I wanna see~” I giggle with you and dodge around your attempts to stop me from lifting your top slowly to reveal your belly. “Why just look at you! Awww look at that belllly~ that cute tummy~ that lil button~” I smile and lean down suddenly to give you a zerbert right next to your twitching navel. “Sorry cutie pie, I couldn’t help it. Speaking of which~” I start tugging up your top, carefully plucking it over your head as my free hand teases at your underarms and collar with wispy strokes. “Coochie coo~ aww it’s just little buzzy bees buzzing your cute body~ can’t see where they are coming next can ya? How about your ribs? Your armpits? Yeah? Tickle tickle tickle~” I toss your top away to join your footwear and lean in to hug you. My fingers quickly slide down your sides and back up as I blow and kiss at your ears. “What a squirmy thing you are! You can’t stop giggling can you? You’re a little giggle box~ Look at youuu” I coo, gently pinning you down, smiling as I pluck at your bra, which I sneakily unhooked as I hugged~

“My, my my. Look at those buttons~ Hmm.” I grasp one of your breasts carefully and lovingly hold it, leaning in for a closer inspection. “So cute and sweet. And this one~” I grasp the other, giggling gently and starting to ever so lightly brush your nipples with my index fingers. “Which one is more ticklish little girl~ the left, or right? Left or right?” I start playfully rubbing and playing with each breast and nipple, occasionally leaning in to dart my tongue along the stiffening buttons. “Right? Left? Coochie? Coo.” I reach behind and retrieve a supple makeup brush. “Let’s try again, this time with a brush on this nipple. Yes this nipply nipple. Brushy brushy cutie~” I hold your breast and start tracing the curvature around the areola with fluttering strokes. “How does that feel?” I jiggle you playfully, chasing your squirms with the brush. “It tickles?! Ticklish nipple. Ticklish button. TIckle tickle tickle~” I continue, moving over to your other breast. “Maybe the left is more ticklish? No? Let’s find out.” I twirl my soft tool along your button, checking every little bit of the sensitive skin for tickle spots. “Coochie coochie coo. Tell me how much it tickles, or I will continue~”

My fingers squeeze your hips just as you respond and I balk in surprise. “Such a naughty student, laughing all through my lesson. I’m afraid more tickles are needed. Yes, more tickles. You’re going to loose these next.” I smile brightly and trace along your waistline with fleeting tickles before undoing your bottoms and start tugging them down. “We’re gonna keep going~ oh yes we are. I’m gonna find all your tickle spots. You’re gonna be as naked as the day you were born cutie~” I tug away your bottoms and toss them to join the pile of discarded clothes, my makeup brush and now a feather begin playing at your hips, tracing each with circular tight motions. “Let’s try these hips for a moment~ oh my there you go, look at those cute bucks. You love your tickles don’t you angel~ “ I start working inward, fluttering at your pantyline, tracing the frills softly. My eyes watch your reactions carefully, assessing your every movement. Eventually the feather starts to glide under the soft fabric of your undergarment, teasing at the highly sensitive skin beneath. “What are you hiding here? Mmm? Silly girl. You can’t hide your tickles from me. No you can’t. Nuhuh. I’ll always find them. And you love it, don’t deny it. Don’t try to fight it, that’s just gonna make it tickle more~”

I set my tools down for a moment and hook my fingers under your pantylines, playfully tickling at your lower abdomen as I jiggle your silky undergarments. Slowly I start pulling them down, ever so slowly revealing your most royal parts. “Oh my. Would you look at that. These are so cute but I’m afraid you can’t keep them” I remark, sliding those panties down off each leg and tossing them over my shoulder. I waste no time now, one hand glides up your thigh with swishy tickles and catches your girlyhood gently as the other floats the feather down from your navel to your most private button. “And now these tickles. Yes, I’m going to tickle you right there. No ifs ands or buts now. Well, there will be a butt momentarily~” I smile and carefully trace your swelling button with my soft tool, just dancing it up and down, making the feather tip tremble between my fingers gently holding it. “You love these tickles don’t you. Tell me the truth or I’ll keep tickling. You do?? Well I’m still gonna tickle you~” Once I feel you are nicely warmed up, I start tickling at one side along your hips and ribs and legs, coercing you to flip over. “Your poor peach hasn’t gotten any love~”

I hm and coo, my fingers probing all along your bottom, tracing the curve and prodding the cheeks. “Why it’s just the rain falling on your behind silly girl. Look at you squirm~” I start tracing the feather between your cheeks in long tickly slow strides. “Oh my, what a ticklish rump you have. What’s that? More tickles? Ticklish butt tickle tickle butt ticklish butty butter butt” I laugh with you, grasping a cheek and fluttering the feather. “Now, now, it’s just tickles. Oop, unclench those cheeks little girl. Now now now, you can’t keep those tickle spots to yourself. You have to share with the class~” I wiggle my nails along the underside of your cheeks and pinch at your inner thighs trying to distract your clenching, and when you release my feather is right there to incessantly tease, gliding all along those hidden tickle zones. I can’t hold back my squeal as I exchange my fluffy feather for a duster and start dusting each of your cheeks merrily. “You’re all dusty down here~ look at those fuzzies. You have to keep this ticklish butt clean. Tickle tickles on your booty booty!” I gently pry your cheeks and merrily dust between, going all along the crack and inside. “Okay okay, turn over girl. Holy cow. You almost threw me, you silly bucking tickle bug~” I tease at your sides again with my duster and nails, wasting no time when your girly parts are exposed to me once more~

“And now~ how about those buttons? Those giggle buttons? Giggle giggle nipply nipples~ Awww let’s hear those laughs my sweet girl~” I flutter the duster at your breasts, coating your nipples with feathery wispy tickles while I draw the makeup brush all along your inner thighs, those ultra fine soft hairs tracing your quivering flesh. “Can’t hide your giggles from me cute one~ I’m gonna get them all~ we’re gonna keep going~ That’s right, I’m gonna make you ticklegasm, yes I am~ tickles on your tickly tickly buttons, all on your girlihood~” I lovingly take the duster over each breast as the makeup brush paints your clit with teasing strokes. I’m blushing right with you now as I push you further on the edge, never relenting with my ultra soft tickles. “Come on now, come on~ tickles tickles tickles on your buttons buttons buttons~ coochie cooo you know you wanna~” I coo endlessly, never slowing or stopping the feathery duster at your breasts or brush on your girly parts, except to swap and draw the duster now up and down as the brush plays at your curves “Don’t try to fight it~ I know you can ticklegasm for me~ yes, tickle tickle tickleee all these sweet tickles just for y~ooh look at you there you go, giving me that sweet ticklegasm, just laugh it out sweetie I’m gonna tickle you all the way through~ so sweet, look at youuu”

And that my sweet flower, was the first of many.

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unifox · 3 years ago

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Hii! Hope your doing well! Can I have a ship with SF9 and Pentagon? Thank youuu :)

i am like the mom of my friend group but also like the innocent dumb one. I am a little clumsy. I am quite sensitive and take a lot of things to heart but I do like to tease and joke around a lot. I am a pretty good listener and enjoy listening and talking. I take care of people a lot and would like if someone would also take care of me. I am a really empathetic person. I cry a lot during sad movies, and at night will most likely fall asleep watching a movie. I like working out, dancing, making bracelets and blankets, playing video games, baking, and cooking. I am such a scaredy-cat. I am scared of a lot of things including heights, darkness, the ocean, clowns, and alligators LMAOOO. i am quite a girly girl but also a not really. I get quite anxious easily, for example(this happens often with the fam) is when someone tells me they will be home at a certain time and then gets home hours later but didn’t tell me and wouldn’t answer me. I tend to think of the worst things first instead of the good. I love doing my makeup and nails and doing other people’s makeup and nails. i am quite a hopeless romantic and love roses. uhhh I think that’s it LMAOO I am so sorry if that was too long I got carried away!

again thank you so much and take your time!! <3

Hi sweetie!! Thanks fot the resquest!! I'm sorry for taking so long... Let's get to the ships!!

From SF9 I ship you with...

Youngbin

For starters, Youngbin will sympathize with you in terms of being the mom of the group. Taking really good care of his loved ones comes as naturally as breathing for him so you'll be in really good hands. In scary situations Bin would keep calm and try to sort things out… Doesn't mean he won't be scared lol he just hides it well! Calm and romantic!!! I imagine him worrying so much about you that if you mention why you get anxious he will make sure to text you multiple times a day and call you if something comes up. The type to show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and your favourite snack for a date. (ahhhh i love youngbin i could go on for days >-< )

And from Pentagon

Yeo One

Ahhhh Changgu sweetie. Lovely changgu seem like the type to take very good care of his s/o. Coffee shop dates!!!! And a LOT of aesthetic pictures wherever you go. Just like you he seems like a very good listener but also one to open up about his worries and problems. Hmmm maybe gym dates?? Good morning texts omgggg, also the type of bf who would send daily updates with videos or pictures. Cute.

~Foxy🦊

#foxy ships

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kiroz · 3 years ago

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content creator appreciation: list five favorite sets you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! 💖💖💖💖

inumaki edit - this edit is very special because i made it for liza (youuu haha), and i remember i thought i should do something really cool since it was for you, so i tried to use new ideas/techniques that i always wanted to test, and that was the result, my first coloring exploring this type of lighting more 😊❤️

mamura edit - I remember that this post was one of the ones that gave me the most work, animation+coloring is always a challenge, and it takes me years to finish, but I always love to do it because the result is really cool 😆

miyuki edit - I made this one for anto (zuura), It's funny how I thought "I'll search for his best scenes to make her heart flutter" hahaha I think this was the most detailed gifset I've ever made, it took a while to finish but I loved every step, and it's just my color style, i love using these soft colors 🥺💜

gojo edit - this edit was so fun to do, that was when I was feeling very comfortable with animation, and I realized that I finally learned what I wanted a long time ago (but there's a lot I still need to learn hehe), it's always fun to make animations of this handsome man hahaha

nejire edit - and finally, a coloring that I have a lot of fun doing too, I love playing with lighting like that, and she's wonderful so it was really cool to do something like that

thank you so much for sending this, liza! ily 🥰❤️❤️

and thanks to Emma @kasumi-miwaa too for tagging me <3 tysm sweetie!!

it was a lot of fun to remember what I've done :D

#reply

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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heyy missy, how y'doing? hope ur well sweetie

imma send some stuff for your valentines day event that i thought is genious

- the fandom i want is ATLA

- pronouns are she/her & gender i'd like to be shipped with is male

- i am an ENFP :))

- my love language is prolly physical touch or word of affirmation

- what i look for in a partner is someone to share my experiences and everything, someone that can listen and also enjoy my bubbly self and the way I express myself honestly just that maybe someone who is athletic too? that's kinda important to me since I enjoy physical activities lol

- my personality: I am very logic to an extent but I dont use it often cause I am lazy, I am messy with my stuff but love to tidy things up when not told to, i love to talk, to play games and to learn new languages (english isn't my first language). I am a very affectionate person and love to hug and try to make everyone happy, I feel like everyone should experience to be cared for and I try to be this person to them. I also enjoy arts very much but you'll se that right below

- any hobbies? dancing and singing (tried piano, which I love but lol I cant)

- 3 things you do on the daily!!

play the sims, sing, hug someone

- (optional) talk to me please :(

turn that smile upside down hunny

I think your event is amazing, hope it does well :))

sorry for ranting LMAO

STOP YOU SOUND SO MUCH LIKE ME WTH

ALSO THANK YOUUU YOU'RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭

im doing okay!! THE TRUE BEAUTY KDRAMA IS KILLING ME

anyways HAHA i ship you with...

AANG!

yess he's the avatar sO HE'S ATHLETIC- he's also good at that air ball game (forgot what it was called JSNDJDO) he's also pretty affectionate, no?? HE'LL PLAY THE HORN THINGY FROM THE HEADBAND EPISODE W YOUR SINGING AND HE'LL DANCE WITH YOUUUU

how he asked you out

-> It was somewhat of an intimate setting, you and Aang alone together in your room. This was where the two of you told each other everything on your mind; communication was crucial, and you both wanted to be there for the other.

This time, you were both on your phones, scrolling through TikTok and whatnot. Occasionally, one of you would shove your phone into the other's face, showing a funny one they watched.

"Hey, uh," he started, and he looked down at the carpet below him.

"Hm?" you hummed, looking up from you phone. You started to grow concerned at the flushed boy in front of you. You moved your position so that you could face him more comfortably. "What's wrong?"

"You know how I told you I liked you?" he said, amd you recalled the memory. It had been one of the best days of your life. You nodded, so he continued. "Well, you know how you told me you felt the same way?" Where was he going with this?

"Aang..."

"Does that mean... you would be my valentine date?" he asked, his voice unusually quiet. You smiled at the out-of-character shyness, and you nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, Aang, of course!" You were blushing now as well. His face immediately morphed into the biggest smile.

"Oh, thank goodness," he mumbled, before tackling you into a hug.

how you spent v.day together

-> It was cheesy, you knew. But you couldn't help falling in love with the boy in front of you. He was playing music in the background, holding you in his arms. The two of you danced to the slow music, smiling at each other like dorks.

He had set up a surprise for you; he had decorated your living room, making it the perfect place to slow dance. Heart shaped balloons surrounded you as you spun around.

Lights danced around the room as the two of you danced too. The light seemed to follow you wherever you went.

This boy... You laughed at the grin he had on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" you asked.

"Because you're beautiful." You rolled your eyes at how basic the line was, but you couldn't deny that your heart skipped a beat.

#morosis's valentine's day event 💖#morosis matchups #aang x you #aang x reader #atla

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hooned · 4 years ago

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My name is actually Finnish so Idk if it's okay to submit or if it's hard to think of anything (and it might sound funny) but: Neea

hello, neea!!! 🥰 nooooo it doesn't sound funny at all!! it's beautifuuuul!!! 😚❤️

bright eyes!! serene laughters!!

traces of joy in the corners of an old woman's eyes

music box playing beautiful melodies

send me your names & i’ll write aesthetic blurbs of how it makes me feel ; ✨

#replies (soft moons)#💌 ask.#your name is soooo beautiful sweetie!!! 🥺🥰#thank youuu so much for playing with me!!#have a great day okay?? ❤️😚

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inadaydream99 · 5 years ago

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Hey sweetie! Can you please write a bts reaction to a txt member having a crush on their s/o? Thank youuu, have a nice day 💞

Hey, thank you for your request! It was interesting to think about how each member would react but I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy! 😁 This is also a lot longer than I intended it to be but I got a bit carried away 😂

Namjoon:

Namjoon had observed the way Soobin acted around you for a while, seeing the leader of TXT’s infatuation with you. He first became aware of it when they were at a company gathering, Soobin laughing and chatting to you the whole time. Although Namjoon was confident in your relationship, he felt some type of jealousy whenever Soobin was around. It was like he felt the need to be with you at every moment to be reassured that you weren’t flirting with Soobin without realising.

You were currently in the kitchen of your apartment preparing some ingredients to cook dinner when Namjoon walks into the room and traps you in a back hug, his chin resting on your head as you continue chopping the vegetables.

“I was told today by Taehyun that Soobin has a crush on me, isn’t that adorable.” You inform Joon, a giggle on the end of your sentence. Namjoon instantly tenses a little at his suspicions being confirmed.

“Don’t worry Joon, I have no interest in anyone other than you. Soobin just has a schoolboy crush, I’m sure it will be gone soon.” You continue as you feel your boyfriends grip get slightly tighter around your waist.

“I know.” He smirks before placing a kiss on your cheek. “Thinking about it, I find it kind of sweet really.” He chuckles before burying his face into the crook of your neck. You relax when you feel the smile on his lips as he presses feather light kisses to your skin.

Seokjin:

You are currently at the studio with all members of BTS, the boys having a break for a while after working so hard on their next comeback. You were all sat in a circle talking together, Jin’s arm lazily wrapped around your waist as you cuddle up to his side. The conversation had turned into talking about when they met TXT, all of them praising how talented they are and that they will be really successful in the future. Jungkook, loving to annoy the older members whenever he gets the chance, suddenly states that he overheard Taehyun tell Beomgyu about his crush on you. Everyone instantly looks at you and Jin to see your reactions, Jungkook sitting with a cheeky smirk looking very pleased with himself. You sit up properly and look at Jin. His eyes are wide with a serious face, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

The thing is, you were actually closer to Taehyun’s age than you were to Jin’s. So when you started getting closer to TXT Jin became slightly worried, thinking you might have more in common with them or that you could have more fun. Adding the fact the Taehyun has developed a crush on you was another reason for Jin to worry even more. What if he flirted with you? Or asked you out? Seeing the worry in Jin’s expressionas he stares at the floor deep in thought you decide to speak first.

“Um, I’m flattered that Taehyun has a crush on me, that’s very sweet. But I already have a boyfriend who I am extremely happy with.” You state as you try to get Jin’s focus onto you. He finally makes eye contact with you after you have spoken and smiles warmly.

“I’m so glad you feel that way. It would break my heart to see you with anyone else.” Jin softly speaks. He presses a kiss to your lips, full of so much love and passion that you can feel your head spin. You chuckle into it as you hear the guys complaining and telling you to get a room.

Yoongi:

You were laying across your sofa on your phone texting with Beomgyu. You had become pretty close with the boy since you had been helping them with some preparations with their next album, spending most days in the studio with them and hanging out. Beomgyu had sent you some random memes that he had found of himself and you were cry laughing at them.

Yoongi hadn’t properly seen you for days as you were both so busy with work. He sits down on the sofa next to your feet and looks over at you. You don’t pay him any attention as you are so engrossed in your phone. You giggle as you reply to Beomgyu before going back to scrolling through your phone waiting for his next message.

“(Y/N)? Are you too busy to acknowledge your boyfriend?” Yoongi speaks, getting your attention.

“Oh sorry, I was messaging Beomgyu.” You smile at him apologetically before putting your phone down on the coffee table. You turn back to Yoongi and start asking him about his day.

You had just left to use the bathroom when your phone buzzes to alert you of a text and Yoongi picks it up intrigued by what it could be. It was normal for you to answer each other’s phones in case it was someone calling or texting with an emergency.

From Beomgyu: I need to tell you something that I’ve been too nervous to say. So I’m just gonna do it over text. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for a while and I know you have a boyfriend and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that but I just felt like I needed to put it out there.

Yoongi’s eye go wide with surprise before anger starts to overtake him. Just as he is about to put your phone back down you walk into the room and see his cross expression.

“What’s wrong yoongs?” You question innocently, not being aware of the situation.

“Why don’t you read Beomgyu’s message and find out.” Yoongi snarls before passing you the phone. You gasp at the message and instantly turn to face your boyfriend who is sat with his arms folded on the sofa, anger clearly more evdient on his face than before.

“I have no idea where this has come from but you don’t have to worry at all. I’m not interested in Beomgyu as anything more than a friend.” You state as you sit next to Yoongi and soothingly fun your arm up and down his bicep.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, sadness showing as your voice starts to crack. Yoongi’s eyes immediately look into yours and his body language softens. He knows in that instant that you are being truthful and his heart breaks a little at your reaction.

“I love you too.” He whispers back as he pulls you close and cuddles you tightly.

Hoseok:

Hobi is your sunshine boyfriend. He loves to be around people and make everyone laugh and smile. So when he sees you sitting on your own looking down he rushes over to you and wants to try and make you happy again.

“What’s wrong?” He questions as he sits on the floor beside you. You look up at him and force a small smile onto your face.

“Hueningkai just asked to have a chat and then told me that he has feelings for me.” You mumble, reluctant to share the confession with your boyfriend.

“Aw that’s really cute.” Hoseok beams at you and laughs at your surprised reaction.

“What do you mean it’s cute?” You question confused.

“Well he’s only 16, this could be his first real crush. You know, like when you got a crush on me. I was the older, more mature man that the young (Y/N) fell for.” He laughs and a genuine smile finally breaks out onto your face.

“Haha I guess you’re right. Not about you being mature, but about me being Kai’s first real crush.” You laugh.

“Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say about your loving and caring boyfriend.” Hoseok playfully protests before getting revenge by smothering you with kisses.

Jimin:

Jimin had always been envious of TXT’s height. Now Jimin isn’t short but he is the shortest member out of both groups and so when he heard that you find tall guys very attractive it made him feel a little sad.

While you were visiting him at the dorms you had received a phone call from one of your friends and left Jimin to take it in another room. Your friend also knows the boys of TXT and had heard a rumour that Soobin fancied you, which you instantly brushed off knowing that even if it was true you were very committed to Jimin. What you didn’t know is that Jimin was evedropping your conversation and heard everything.

You re-entered Jimin’s room to find him waiting for you with a slight pout.

“So Soobin fancies you then? I guess he is your ideal man right?” Jimin says before you can even enter the room properly.

“So what if he fancies me, I’m all yours.” You reply without a seconds thought, sitting next to him as you intertwine your hands together.

“You’re my ideal man, no one else.” You conclude.

Taehyung:

You were sitting in the park with the members of TXT having a picnic. It was a hot summers day and you were busy laying on the picnic blanket sunbathing while everyone was playing games. Yeonjun sits down beside you to catch his breath after trying to chase down Kai who had poured water all over him. You open your eyes and peer up to see Yeonjun staring down at you.

“Hey Yeonjun, taking a break?” You ask as he smiles warmly at you.

“Yeah, just taking in the stunning view.” He replies and winks at you before standing up and going back to join in the games. It wasn’t unusual for Yeonjun to flirt with you and it is fairly obvious he fancies you which you found sweet. What worried you however, is what your boyfriend Taehyung would say if he knew. Just as you were thinking this you hear a familiar voice call your name and you turn your head to see Taehyung walking over to you. A huge smile appears on your face as you stand up and rush over to him. You press a deep kiss to his lips as soon as you reach him and feel him chuckle at your excitement at him joining you.

Taehyung had instantly joined in playing football with the boys while you sat and watched, cheering them all on from the sidelines. Yeonjun approached you again and smiled at you.

“You look so beautiful today (Y/N)” Yeonjun compliments you. You blush at this and thank him. What you didn’t know is that Taehyung had heard your interaction and approached the both of you.

“Hey baby, I’m gonna sit with you for a bit. I’ve missed you today.” Taehyung smiles cheerfully before he sits at your side and wraps a protective arm around your waist. He pulls you in for a passionate kiss before looking at Yeonjun.

“Hey Yeonjun, you can take my place in the game.” The look Taehyung gives the younger male makes him stand up and hurry over to the game, a smug look resting on your boyfriends face as he pulls you into another kiss.

Jungkook:

You were attending an awards show with Jungkook and the rest of BTS and TXT. It was the first awards show you have ever been to so to say you vere nervous was an understatement. You had spent hours getting ready wanting to look perfect for the event, which, as a result left Jungkook speechless as you walked into the room. The whole night he made sure that he had either his arm around your waist or he was holding your hand, not wanting to let you out of his sight in case anyone tried to flirt with you.

You were just walking out of the toilets when you bumped into Hueningkai. You knew Kai had a crush on you, it was pretty obvious as he blushed every time you spoke to him and he always seemed nervous around you.

“Sorry (Y/N), I wasn’t looking where I was going. I must say, you look absolutely incredible tonight.” He blushes with slight embarrassment as his compliment.

“Aw thank you Kai, you’re very sweet. You look very handsome too. I’ll see you back at the table.” You smile at him warmly before walking back to the BigHit table. You sit in your seat next to your boyfriend.

“You ok kookie?” You question him as you notice his stern look.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been noticing how all the guys have been looking at you tonight. I swear their eyes might pop out of their heads.” He states looking slightly tense. “I mean, it’s so obvious Kai has a thing for you.” He continues as you giggle at his jealousy.

“Why does it bother you so much? I’m all yours.” You say as you lean into him, his arm instinctively wraps around your waist to pull you even closer.

“You’re very cute when you’re jealous.” You remark before pecking his cheek making him smile again.

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