#tysm though! this is giving me a rush :'D

[rochenn]

🏳️‍🌈 and 💕

for the ask game :3

YOU PICKED THE SCARIEST ONES I'M SHAKING

🏳️‍🌈 Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

Here we have a conundrum in which literally every character is some sort of Schrödinger's queer in my mind. Especially the Jedi. But!!

Padmé is the cissest straightest woman I have ever seen. Godbless the handmaiden shipping tho. I think those girlies are all some flavor of gay but not Padmé (in my opinion) (personally). She had a good look around all that and ended up with Anakin Skywalker. There is, of course, a profound romance-related sadness about her, but it doesn't strike me as a symptom of queerness. Idk. She's soooo straight to me. Same goes for Anakin. Maybe he's not heterosexual as much as he is simply and unshakably padmésexual, but she is a woman so 💥 straight boy it is, no other options

💕 What is an unpopular ship that you like?

Unpopular as in "widely known and widely hated" or as in "zero fanfics and on thin fucking ice"? Because I don't have an example for the former. For the latter, though...

Okay. That picture. That illustration specifically (not the fish) (disciplinary measure). You might take a look at that and think "ah, a drawing undoubtedly made by someone who cannot fathom a male-female relationship beyond the sexual", and you'd maybe feel disgust, because that's what I thought and felt at first, too. But then you look closer. And you see that Dooku seems to not be having a grand time here. And you think a little bit more - maybe there's nuance here. Intrigue. Imagine an isolated scenario that is not the typical "creepy old man ruins female subordinate" plot, but rather, it's the other way around. Creepy woman. Ever thought about that? I think they deserve it. There should be more people in Dooku's life who make him intimately uncomfortable. Maybe it's just psychosexual and never physical. Who cares. You can do interesting stuff here. I have a niche vision that deviates from my usual (platonic) perception of these two that rears its fucked up head EXCLUSIVELY when I see that illustration. I think Asajj should traumatize him back AND ☝️ they should both be terrible about it. Hate and misery xoxo

[sourtrot]

THXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! flowers and confetti for all of you! 💋🥳

[cece693]

hi could you write a fic for 1940s bucky x cis male or trans male reader please? maybe bucky gives him flowers and love letters and they watch the sunset together? tysm! :D

My original idea for this request had Bucky confessing his feelings for you out in the sunset along with flowers (the whole shebang), but I couldn't help myself. So, I added some angst (not serious nor heartbreaking as my last) where the reader doesn't think Bucky really 'likes' him like that but he does. Bucky is head over heels for you. I did change some things from the original ask, but I hope you enjoy!

But You're a Playboy

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: 40s, misunderstandings, bucky being soft, only around you though, fooling around, confessing, sweet bucky, Steve being a bro, yeah you're younger than Steve, deal with it

The clamor of Brooklyn streetcars rattled against the windows of your small apartment. You sat at the tiny kitchen table, swirling a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, your thoughts drifting. Days moved a little slower this side of the East River—especially for someone like you. Maybe you got that restlessness from your older brother, Steve, who had half a dozen ailments to worry about, but twice as much protective energy when it came to you. The pair of you had grown up too fast in many ways, with barely enough to your names. But you’d managed to find pockets of warmth and excitement in your life—a warmth that went by the name of James 'Bucky' Barnes.

Bucky’s bright laughter floated into the apartment as he bounded up the wooden stairs. You glanced at the clock on the wall—half-past five. The closer it got to evening, the more the city’s noise seemed to calm, making everything else feel more intimate. You felt it now when Bucky entered, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the old couch as he caught sight of you in the kitchen. “Miss me?” he teased, his smile full of cockiness.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the small grin tugging at your lips. “You were gone for all of two hours."

Bucky shrugged dramatically. “Never know what can happen in two hours, sweetheart.” He reached over your shoulder, snagging a piece of day-old bread off the counter and taking a hearty bite. The crumbs dusted his chin. “Coulda gone off to the dance hall, found myself a dame—” He paused, winking. “Or maybe I could’ve stuck around here with you.”

You gave him a playful shove, refusing to let your gaze linger too long on the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders. “Better watch it. Steve’s out grabbing groceries. He’ll be back any minute.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Bucky promised. But his eyes told another story.

And sure enough, within minutes, he had you pinned up against the wall in the dimly lit corridor, mouth meeting yours in a desperate rush. You felt the hum of excitement in your veins—a thrill you couldn’t quite believe you got to experience in these unassuming halls. His body pressed hot against yours, and you let your hands roam his waist, gripping his shirt like an anchor. Bucky’s breath was warm on your ear when he finally whispered, “Bedroom.”

It was hardly the first time—this was the routine for you two, after all—but every time felt more dangerous. More electric. Heat coiled in your stomach as Bucky’s hands found all the familiar places: the small of your back, the curve of your waist, the nape of your neck. You let out a gasp you quickly smothered against his shoulder.

The bed creaked beneath your combined weight as clothes slipped away—hurried, practiced motions that had grown comfortable in the last couple of months. Your body knew his, and his knew yours. When you pressed together, skin against skin, the rest of the world seemed to vanish. The tension, the fear, the sense that it was forbidden, drowned out beneath the rush of his kisses. When the moment peaked, you buried your face into Bucky’s shoulder, muffling the involuntary moans, the coil snapping in your gut as you found release. Bucky wasn’t far behind, grasping you tight against him. The bed springs squeaked in protest, but you hardly cared—lost in the swirl of him, of everything you couldn’t quite name.

Afterward, with your heart pounding and your body still buzzing, you lay there with Bucky’s arm slung over your waist. The sunlight had turned orange through the window, dust motes drifting lazily in the space between the curtains. And, as if given a cue, you gently pulled away, scanning the floor for your clothes. Bucky let you go, though he propped himself on one elbow to watch you. That flicker of amusement was there in his eyes, but there was something else too—something thoughtful.

You glanced over at him, frowning a little. “What?”

“Nothing. Just wondering when you’re gonna realize this isn’t just foolin’ around for me.”

Silence settled between you. In the faint light, Bucky’s eyes shone with sincerity. But part of you—maybe the part that had watched him charm his way through a half-dozen women at the dance halls—winced in disbelief. You shook your head, a humorless huff escaping. “C’mon, Bucky, you don’t have to lay it on so thick.”

He frowned, sitting up fully. “I’m not layin’ it on thick. I’m serious. Can’t you tell?”

“Serious?” you repeated, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “Says the guy who can’t walk down the street without flirtin’ with half the dames he meets?”

“That’s just me bein’ me, sweetheart,” Bucky insisted, voice taut with frustration. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t know how I feel. And I feel somethin’ for you.”

A flush of anger—or was it panic?—gripped you. You swiped a hand across your face. “Look, Buck, we both know this is just physical. You can’t pull the rug out now and call it love.”

“Never said love,” he countered quietly, “but I’m tryin’ to say it could be more. That I—” His words faltered; you saw the hurt flash across his expression.

A tense silence thickened in the small room. Your heart thudded in your chest, torn between wanting to believe him and the fear that he was just Bucky Barnes, the charming ladies’ man, making idle promises he couldn’t keep. Eventually, Bucky stood, scooping up his shirt and tugging it over his head. He stepped into his shoes, silent except for the soft scraping of leather on the floorboards. You didn’t speak or try to stop him; you felt immobilized, your thoughts racing too fast.

He paused at the door, glancing back, hurt still etched into his features. “Guess I’ll just…see you around,” he said under his breath. Then, with a final nod, he stepped out, leaving a chill in the air behind him.

You spent the rest of the evening puttering around the living room, radio tuned to some scratchy big band station you couldn’t pay attention to. Steve arrived home with a slight cough, a paper bag of groceries under one arm. He eyed you suspiciously as you helped him put the food away, likely noticing your distant mood, but he didn’t push. Night fell slowly, the glow of street lamps outside casting a hazy yellow onto the walls. By then, Steve was in his room, maybe reading, maybe sleeping—either way, leaving you alone with your restless thoughts. You kept replaying Bucky’s expression in your mind: vulnerable, earnest, and obviously stung by your dismissal. Guilt gnawed at your insides.

What if he really meant it?

You didn’t let the thought sink in too far. It was easier—safer, even—to cling to doubt. You told yourself he’d forget all about it by morning; that he’d show up with his usual smirk, toss out some witty remark, and you’d both slip right back into your routine of quick kisses behind closed doors and half-kept promises. Because how could it possibly work, the two of you? Even on the best days, being close to Bucky felt precarious, like balancing on the edge of a razor. It was the 1940s, after all, and men simply didn’t love other men without risking everything—reputation, safety, even their freedom. No—better to dismiss it. Better to pretend it was a casual fling, something he’d soon discard. You figured you’d both be better off that way—less complicated, less painful. And if, by some small chance, your own heart broke in the process, well, no one would have to know.

A knock rattled the front door at half-past eleven. Immediately, your stomach twisted. You tiptoed toward it so as not to wake Steve, pressing an ear to the wood. Another knock sounded, softer but urgent, like the person on the other side couldn’t bring themselves to leave. Unease and curiosity battled in your gut as you unlatched the door, opening it just enough to peek out. 

Bucky stood in the dimly lit corridor, shoulders hunched beneath his well-worn jacket, the collar pulled up around his neck against the night’s chill. You could hear the faint rasp of your older brother shifting in his bedroom on the other side of the apartment.

“What are you doing here, Bucky!?” you hissed, stepping aside so Bucky could slip into the narrow hall. Your gaze darted behind him, down the corridor's peeling wallpaper and burned out lightbulbs, as though expecting some neighbor to peer through their peephole. Bucky didn't move. “You just gonna stand there all night?”

“Wasn’t sure if I’d be welcome,” he admitted softly, glancing down at his hands. It was then you noticed the bouquet cradled in his left arm, half-hidden behind his back—a small cluster of flowers, hardly more than daisies and a single rose, but in the barren hush of the hallway, it felt like the grandest gesture in the world.

Your stomach flipped again, this time with something like hope. “Bucky,” you repeated, fumbling for words. “What—why’d you bring flowers?”

“’Cause…” He chewed his lower lip before meeting your eyes. “I’m tryin’ to tell you I meant what I said. I’m not foolin’ around, and I don’t want you thinkin’ this is just nothin’. Figured I’d better back up my words.”

You swallowed hard, the space between you charged with tension you didn’t know how to unravel. You’d spent the past hours telling yourself he couldn’t really want more—that it was safer to pretend your arrangement was fleeting. But here he was, Bucky Barnes, a cocky grin usually fixed to his face—now looking at you with a vulnerability that made your chest tighten.

“You didn’t have to,” you managed, glancing at the flowers. “The daisies, the—” You reached out but froze. “Just come inside, Bucky. It's weird enough as it is."

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips before Bucky slipped inside, careful not to make too much noise. In the apartment’s faint lamp glow, you could see the subtle circles beneath his eyes, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He still smelled faintly of soap and the cold night air. Slowly, he lifted the bouquet, offering it to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I shouldn’t have blindsided you earlier. I just—thought it was time I was honest.” He winced. “But then you said all that stuff, about us just blowin’ off steam, and I realized maybe I hadn’t shown you why I want more. Why it matters to me.”

You curled your fingers around the bundle of flowers. They were a little worse for wear from being held out in the cold, but somehow that only made them more endearing. “Bucky, you know how crazy this is, right?” you whispered, your eyes flicking toward Steve’s closed bedroom door. “This isn’t just about us. If folks knew—”

He nodded, taking a step closer, until you could see the faint stubble on his jaw, the flicker of fear in his eyes that matched your own. “I know,” he said quietly. “But I can’t pretend it doesn’t matter. Not anymore. You’re in my head every damn day. At first, yeah, I figured it was just some fun—two guys letting off steam. But then I realized I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. So here I am.”

Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. Slowly, you set the flowers aside on the small table by the door, turning back to him. Your hand shook slightly when you reached out to touch the sleeve of his jacket. “What are we gonna do?” you asked, unable to stop the tremor in your voice. “This…it’s not like we can just walk around hand-in-hand, Buck.”

He lifted one hand to your cheek, the pads of his fingers warm and solid against your skin. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, voice gentle. “I’m not sayin’ it’ll be easy, but I can’t lie to you anymore. And I don’t want you lyin’ to yourself, either.”

You inhaled shakily, leaning into his touch despite the anxiety coiled in your gut. “I just…I’m scared. Bucky, I’m real scared,” you admitted in a whisper. “You’re the biggest flirt I know. You take girls dancing like it’s nothin’. How do I know this isn’t a phase for you?”

Bucky’s eyes softened, and he dipped his head closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. “Because I’m here,” he said, “in the middle of the damn night, basically beggin’ you to believe me.” He let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle. “I’m not used to beggin’, sweetheart. Feels weird. But I’ll do it if it means I get to keep you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. You could feel the tension rolling off him, sense the weight of the moment pressing in on both of you. And then, gently, he pressed his lips to yours—soft at first, as though you might break if he went too fast. It was the kind of kiss you realized you’d never had from him before: sweet, stripped of bravado, filled with what felt like genuine affection.

Then, a sharp noise—someone clearing their throat. You and Bucky jolted apart, your pulse leaping into your throat. There, in the doorway, stood Steve, his arms crossed over his narrow chest, brow furrowed in that all-too-familiar worried expression.

“Uh,” you managed, cheeks flaring hot. You froze, panic twisting your insides. He saw us. Oh, God, he saw us. The one person whose opinion mattered most—your brother—had just walked in at the worst possible moment.

Your mind spun with half-formed explanations: you’d tell him it was nothing, that you could explain, that you didn’t want to disappoint him. But the words refused to come. Beside you, Bucky’s hand hovered near your lower back, like he wanted to protect you from whatever came next. “I…um,” Steve began, shifting awkwardly. His gaze darted from you to Bucky, then back again. Finally, he let out a short sigh. “Alright,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “So it’s like that, huh?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Steve, please—don’t be mad. I…I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He gave a small, crooked smile that set your heart at ease—at least a little. “I’m not mad,” he said. “More like blindsided. And worried. You know how the world is.” His attention shifted to Bucky. “But I also know you two mean a lot to each other. And I’m not gonna stand in the way of that.”

Relief pulsed through you so strongly, it felt like your knees might give out. “You’re… okay with it?”

Steve shrugged, stepping a bit closer. “You’re my brother,” he said simply. “Doesn’t matter how skinny I am or how many ailments I’ve got—I’d fight anyone who tried to hurt you, you understand?” Then he leveled a stern look right at Bucky, eyes narrowing. “That includes you, Buck. If you break his heart, I swear I’ll find a way to take you down.”

A flicker of a grin tugged at the corner of Bucky’s mouth—part amusement, part respect. “I’d never do that, Stevie,” he said quietly, sincerity coloring every syllable. “I swear.”

Steve lingered a moment longer, glancing once at the small space between you and Bucky—like he was double-checking that what he’d seen was real. Then he took a deep breath, the tension easing from his posture. “Alright,” he repeated, glancing at you with a shadow of a smile. “Guess that means you two can carry on, but, uh… maybe don’t do it in the living room?”

Heat flared in your cheeks again, and Bucky let out a breathy laugh. “Right,” you muttered. “Sorry about that.”

Steve shook his head in wry amusement, already turning away. He paused in the doorway, catching your eye. “Really, though—I just want you happy. Both of you. Take care of each other.” With that, he ambled down the hallway, coughing lightly into his fist—an ever-present reminder of his frailty, yet also a testament to his iron will. The moment he disappeared around the corner, you released a breath you’d been holding far too long.

“Well,” Bucky said quietly, “that wasn’t so bad.”

You let out a nervous laugh, relief and warmth flooding your chest. “Not at all how I expected it to go,” you admitted, turning to face Bucky. You could still taste the echoes of that gentle kiss on your lips. “He’s really okay with this,” you marveled. “With us.”

Bucky’s gaze was bright, soft around the edges. “Steve’s protective, but he’s not heartless. He loves you. Doesn’t want you hurt.”

“And you?” you sought, voice trembling with a hope you hardly dared acknowledge. “What do you want?”

A tender smile lifted his features, and he pulled you in again—this time, pressing his forehead to yours, a comforting weight that banished any lingering doubts. “I want you,” he whispered. “All of you. Not just the stolen kisses, not just the moments we used to pretend didn’t mean anything. You—exactly as you are.” A flutter raced through your stomach. You tightened your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, leaning up to meet his lips once more—this time without the fear of your brother’s disapproval weighing you down. As his arms slipped around your waist, you realized you’d never felt more at ease in your own home.

[piillow]

i just read your headcannon abt xh as your co-worker, and I LOVED IT!! if you're still taking requests, i'd like to request "xh or skz as your barista!"

xdinary heroes as your baristas

(barista xh x reader)

wc : ??? | genre : headcannons, nothing romantic, some established friendships | a/n : sighs i wish xh could be my baristas also TYSM FOR THIS !!

(also sorry these are short + this was so late i rushed this during classes lmao)

\^o^/

GUNIL 건일

always the early morning shift tbh

the warmest welcomes I COULD SOB a RIVER 😭

"good morning y/n! would you like the usual today?" (what if i just died)

definitely adds little doodles to your cup too!

could be a smiley face, a heart, a flower, just whatever he's feeling that day

also sometimes asks about your family if you aren't in a rush

if he's allowed, he'd sit down with you for a little bit depending on how crowded it is

kinda feels sad when you leave, but he knows you'll be back tomorrow, so he's not all that worried :)

JUNGSU 정수

AAAAA literally the sweetest omg

adds extra whipped cream to your drink for free (?!?!?!)

makes small talk while he makes your drink and grabs your pastries (if you bought any)

"how's work? doing well?"

honestly you spill some stuff to him, buttttt who wouldn't???

sometimes introduces you to his curious coworkers, so now you might as well be friends with the whole workplace

"y/n, you might as well work here."

(he's brought it up more than once LMAO)

GAON 가온

of course you have give your bestie a visit

gives you a happy wave when he sees your silhouette walk through the door

"y/n!! finally decided to visit, huh?"

he (jokingly) expects you to see him everyday LMAOO so he'll be kinda bummed when you don't come

LOVES when you ask for a surprise drink because it gives him a chance to let you actually try something else that isn't your usual order

will always give you the seasonal special, and smiles when he sees that you genuinely like it

"you like it, don't you? i really like that one too. i'm sad it's only fall exclusive.."

ODE 오드

always eats up the uniform let's bfr

adds fun accessories (belts, jewelry, etc.) all the time and is surprised when you notice

"oh, you have a different bracelet on today." "ah, yeah, i do! you noticed, huh?"

probably one of the newer baristas, but you two got pretty close after a month or two!

sometimes checks the clock to see when you come every day, just so he can prepare your drink for you before you come in

somehow convinces you to stay at the drink pick-up so he can talk to you while he deals with other customers ????

like my guy you might as well let me stand in there idk

still, he's a great guy and might be your new favorite 👀

JUNHAN 준한

the very quiet one BUT is the one you prefer making your drink

idk how to explain it but he just has a way of prepping it that is just... better????

you always ask him how he does it but he never replies LMAOO

"wow, junhan, what'd you do to make this?" "just the normal way to do it..?"

keep pestering him about it, and maybe eventually he will spit it out (though it doesn't seem likely, keep your hopes up!)

also draws a little bunny on your cup every day after you complimented it once

always tries to make your drink for you, even during rush hour

sometimes feels a bit bummed if someone else has to do it though :(

JOOYEON 주연

"y/n!! morning!!" is always the first thing he says to you with his huge smile HDFKAEJFHAEKJ

he always looks at you like ":D" when you come in it's so cute

after a few months/years of knowing you, sometimes he won't even give you the drink you order just to throw you off

it'll always be something you like though, so don't worry too much

though... he'll probably make you something you hate on april fools day LMAOO

"jooyeon, this is not what i ordered. i don't even like this one!" "happy april fools! hehehe"

and from then on he is now your biggest pain in the ass (but you still love him (/p) because who wouldn't)

send requests pleeaseeee haahhahaaha (THIS WAS SO FUN BTW TYSM!)

[seokminded]

Svt members x staff reader (she is dating joshua) who has been working with them since debut . The readersn reaction to svt finally winning a daesung eyiwhsjehsjs my brain has been braining

Anon, this is so cute! Seriously though the idea is top-notch. TYSM! I present to you:

DAESANG

Pairing: Joshua ✗ staff!r.

Genre: emotional fluff

Warnings: forehead kiss, est. relationship between r. and Joshua, mini-smau included, not proofread, might start the waterworks.

I wanted to make this kinda realistic so you're all in the dressing rooms when you get the news. Anon if u like this, lemme know cause that'll make me happy.

"Y/n what is it? Are you alright?"

You clasped your hand around your ajar mouth as you felt tears prickle your eyes. Looking up you find Joshua's features twist in anxiety.

Your sudden sharp gasp had alerted the team who were all seated in cushioned chairs with professional make-up and hair artists behind them. You had 2 more hours to go before the your team was to perform their recent hit on the Daesang-worthy stage, when you received a text from a close acquaintance who also happened to be the co-host for the evening's event.

"Y/n! Talk to me! What happened?"

Joshua shook you out of your trance and looking at him made the tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

"D-daesang! You guys are finally getting a daesang!"

You choked out and smiled while looking at the other members who mirrored the shock registered on your face a minute ago. Your words had everyone in the room staring at you, praying that you weren't joking.

"Y/n, are you serious? G-guys did you hear that?"

His voice soft and barely above a whisper. Before you could answer him, Seungcheol's voice boomed from behind your boyfriend.

"Who's finally getting a daesang? I need to hear that again Y/n, a lil' louder."

"Leader-nim YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG! SEVENTEEN IS FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG!"

You yelled out enough for the entire dressing room to hear before cheers and claps bombarded your ears. Before you knew it, everyone was up and out of their seats and all the members were rushing toward each other. Before you lost Joshua in the crowd you grabbed the velvet cuff of his jacket and pulled him close. Closing any distance left between you two, you threw your hands around him.

"Shua I'm so proud of you! I know how long you've waited for this!"

With a sweet smile playing on his lips and moisture in his eyes he placed the lightest kiss on the top of your head and replied.

"Hearing this news from you makes this even better."

Pulling away, you smiled and nudged him to go join the other members.

A much-anticipated win like this, had your mind reeling. You recollected the past and your debut days with the team. You thought about the day you gifted Seungcheol a smartphone, when you helped the boys choose a stage name, scheduled their first ever MBC stage, finalized their first MAMA stage outfits, and your first date with Joshua. Some of the most memorable 'firsts'.

You'd seen this team grow from co-trainees to co-workers to family. Through the highs and lows, you'd been by their side and this was a high you didn't wanna come down from.

"Y/n-ah, you're not pranking us right? Cause I'll cry if this isn't real."

"You're already crying though Seokmin. And no, I would never joke about something like this."

Wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes he flashed you a smile.

"Then why're you just standing there? No group hug?"

You heard Jeonghan ask you with a cocked eyebrow as he poked his head out of another members' arms who was giving him a hug.

That was it for you. You couldn't hold back your emotions anymore. Warm tears cascaded down your face as you found your place next to Joshua who wrapped his arm around your waist and used the other to wipe the wetness off of your face.

"Everybody fall in!"

Seungcheol gestured to all the other staff present in the room.

"I really don't know what to say right now so-"

Clearing his throat, loud and clear the walls resonated,

"Say the name!"

This really was the loudest reply you'd heard in all these years. Exuberant and merry.

"SEVENTEEN!"

"We are!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"Who always wins?"

"SEVENTEEN!"

The room erupted with joyous applause as everyone repeated after him. You looked up at Joshua and whispered.

"Till the last 'say the name'?"

With a glint in his dark eyes, he whispered back.

"Till my last breath. You and me."

Wipe your tears.

WOHOO my first emotional piece.

Ask more stuff here!

[cupidjyu]

Helloooo :D if you have time I was wondering if you could write jealous jacob? Like he meets the readers ex and he feels insecure but the reader comforts and reassures him <3 love your workk

always better

jacob x reader (request, tysm!! im glad u love my work)

genre: jealousy, insecurity, slight hurt/comfort, he's such a flirt, also protective, also great kisser notes: speaking of insecurity i'm gonna be honest and say that first of all, im sorry for any inactivity or dryness or that i don't seem as happy as i always do but ive sort of been going through some issues in which i’m not happy with myself at all right now and struggling with pretty much everything but i hope you enjoy this word count: 1.2k

“I’m serious, you look so good right now.” Jacob gave you a sweet smile, his eyes darkening as he looked over you. His hand was wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You could only laugh bashfully as you rested your hands on his chest. You leaned up and looked him softly in the eyes. “Thank you,” You whispered. “It’s a party, we have to dress up.”

“I know.” He shook his head. “But you…” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “Drive me crazy.”

You stifled a laugh. “Oh, wow.”

“Can we please stay home tonight?” He pleaded, tilting his head convincingly. 

You had really considered it, with how he stared at you like he… wanted you. But you quickly shook out of it, shoving him away. 

“Desist you maniac.” You rolled your eyes. “We were invited to this. We can have fun after.”

He pouted.

“Cobie.” You raised an eyebrow. 

He held his hands up as if he were under arrest. “Alright, alright.” He gave you a sly smile though, his eyes still looking you over. Glaring at him, you quickly brought your arms around your body to cover up. He only stared at you with amusement.

When the two of you arrived at the party, you couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths. It was a large party, after all, with hundreds of guests, bright lights… and people making out in the corner. Typical. You weaved through the crowd, trying to find your friend with Jacob trailing behind you. His eyes darted around at everyone surrounding him, making sure that no one tried anything.

He’s quite protective. Especially with you dressed up so differently.

Just as you were to turn the corner though, you ran face-first into someone’s chest. You widened your eyes, about to burst out into apologies but when you looked up, you were shocked to see that it was a familiar face.

Your ex-boyfriend to be exact.

The two of you had ended things peacefully. It took you some time to realize that your relationship wasn’t working out and it seemed that he had agreed. So, you both decided to break up, but there certainly weren’t any bitter feelings behind it. It was just a rushed relationship. 

“Y/n?” He gave you a kind smile. “Is that you?”

“Hey!” You laughed. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Same for me too.”

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the two of you. He looked behind you and then quickly glanced back at you.

“Is he your…?”

“What? Oh–” You turned around. “He’s my, uh– boyfriend.” Out of nowhere, the atmosphere began to feel awfully awkward. You had told Jacob about him before and you already assured him that he did nothing to hurt you.

“Hey.” Your ex gave him a polite nod. Jacob didn’t say a word back.

“I heard that you got a new cat?” You asked, remembering one of the pictures that he posted. But your breath hitched when you felt a hand sneak around your waist. Jacob’s hand. You turned to him, giving him a worried look. He only gazed back at you, but you could see behind his eyes a sense of uncomfortableness and insecurity. 

“Oh yes,” The man laughed. “She’s the cutest. She loves fooling around.”

You giggled. “Perfect for someone like you.”

“I wholeheartedly agree. Actually, do you want to see some pictures? I took a lot so–”

Jacob suddenly clears his throat. The two of you immediately halted your conversations. When you turned back to him, he was now looking at you with a sense of urgency. You laughed nervously and leaned into Jacob’s side.

“I think that I… I might have to go.”

“Oh.” Your ex-boyfriend stared at the two of you. He slowly puts together the puzzle pieces and he backs off immediately. “Yeah! Yeah– of course. It was a pleasure catching up with you.”

You smiled and took Jacob’s hand. When you led him away, you tried to talk to him but the music and chatter were way too loud. So, you opted to take him into the backseat of the car where you could talk privately. 

You faced him, still holding his hand.

“Everything okay?”

“Hm?” He turned to you, his eyes soft and almost… sad. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What is it?”

He gazed at you for a few seconds, biting his lip. Finally, he heaved out a sigh. “It’s just that– guy. Your ex.”

“What happened?” You asked gently. “I promise you that he didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was just a catch-up. He didn’t hurt me.”

“No, it’s not that.” He looked at you ashamed as he looked down at his lap.

“Tell me why, Cobie.” You tilted your head.

“The way you were smiling at him, and laughing,” He sighed. “You even playfully pushed him. I thought that you only did that with me.”

Your eyes rounded. “Are you… jealous?”

“No!” He exclaimed. He glanced away for a second. “I– maybe.”

“Jacob…”

“And I guess sort of… insecure? I don’t know. I’m sorry,” He pinched himself. “I’m sorry, this is stupid.”

“No, no it’s not. It’s not,” You cupped his face in your hands. “It’s okay.” He looked at you with softening eyes. “It’s okay,” You repeated, again and again. “I’m sorry. I should have noticed that you were uncomfortable and left right away.”

He frowned. “I don’t want to get in the way of your friends.”

“No, it’s fine. I would have been completely fine if I ignored him either way.” You reassured him. “Don’t be jealous, Cobie. I only love you.”

He pulled you into a chaste kiss. “I love you too. I love you. A lot.”

You giggled against his lips. You could still see a hint of unsureness behind his eyes though. So, you decided to peck him all over. 

“I love you more,” You whispered. “Noone could ever be as perfect as you. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

You continued, even after he had started to smile. “You’re perfect. Your smile is better than his. Your laugh? More adorable. Your hugs? Always warmer.”

Jacob began to laugh, his cheeks beginning to flush. “Okay, okay. I understand.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” You smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re perfect too,” He whispered. His gaze traveled down to your lips. “But would you say that my kissing is better?”

You gulped, staring at his lips. “Uh…” You were at a loss for words, completely distracted by his growing smirk. 

“Oh, don’t tell me he’s better.”

“No,” You breathed out, your voice turning shaky. “You’re a–” You choked when you realized that he was only leaning closer. “–much better kisser.”

“Hm,” He hummed, satisfied. “Want more proof?”

Your heartbeat was drumming faster and faster. He was practically caging you in his arms, on top of you in the back of a car. As quiet as you can, your ears turning redder by the minute, you spoke again. “Yes, please.”

And he quickly dove in, kissing you like he meant it. Because he did mean it. You sighed against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you turned into putty under his lips. 

You pulled away briefly to catch your breath. “Much– much better.”

“Perfect,” He whispered, smiling against your lips. “But I’m not exactly done.” He leaned in again. He’s always a sweetheart. But he’s also a bit of a menace when he’s jealous. Not like you’re complaining.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member helps her dear Tzuyu unnie with a nightmare

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hi unnie, can i have a request that Tzuyu had a bad dream about the Twice 10th member dead. So Tzuyu rush to the 10th member and cried out. But the member didnt listen to her. Later at the night the 10th member wants to go out but Tzuyu didnt let her

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The moon cast a gentle glow over the city, the night air hanging still and silent. Tzuyu, the second youngest member of TWICE, stirred restlessly in her sleep. She found herself trapped in the clutches of a haunting dream, a nightmare that refused to let go. In the depths of her subconscious, she saw Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group, lifeless and cold.

A gasp escaped Tzuyu's lips as she jolted awake, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. Her heart pounded in her chest, the residual fear of the dream lingering in her mind. She reached for her phone, the digital clock glaring 3:00 AM. Her fingers trembled as she dialled Y/N's number, urgency colouring her actions.

The phone rang several times before a groggy voice answered on the other end. 

Y/N - Hello?

Tzuyu - Y/N! Are you okay?

Tzuyu's voice trembled with a mix of fear and desperation.

Y/N, still half-asleep, mumbled a response. 

Y/N - Tzuyu unnie? What's wrong? It's so late.

Tzuyu took a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. 

Tzuyu - I had a nightmare about you. A terrible one. I need to see you, please.

There was a pause on the other end, then a soft sigh. 

Y/N - Alright, give me a few minutes unnie.

Tzuyu hung up the phone and paced nervously around her room. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her like a persistent shadow. She couldn't shake the image of her little sister's lifeless form, and the fear gnawed at her insides.

Minutes later, a knock echoed through Tzuyu's door. Y/N stood there, rubbing her eyes, her expression a mix of concern and sleepiness. 

Y/N - Sis, what's going on?

Tzuyu's eyes were wide and teary as she pulled Y/N into a tight hug, almost desperate in her need for reassurance. 

Tzuyu - I dreamt that you... that you were gone. It was so real, Y/N.

Y/N's eyes softened, understanding dawning on her. She ran a soothing hand through Tzuyu's hair. 

Y/N - It's just a dream, unnie. I'm right here, alive and well.

Tzuyu pulled back, her eyes searching Y/N's face for any sign of the nightmare. 

Tzuyu - I know it's just a dream, but it felt so real. I couldn't shake the fear. *frowns*

Y/N - Sometimes dreams are just our minds playing tricks on us. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay? *smiles gently*

Tzuyu nodded, her shoulders sagging with relief. 

Tzuyu - Thank you for coming. I needed to see you.

Y/N yawned, the late hour finally catching up with her. 

Y/N - Can we talk more in the morning, though? I'm really tired, and you should get some rest too.

Tzuyu hesitated but nodded. 

Tzuyu - Yeah, of course. Sorry for waking you up.

Y/N waved it off with a smile. 

Y/N - It's okay. We may not share the same blood but we're sisters, right? Now go get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Tzuyu found herself unable to shake the unease that clung to her. The nightmare still lingered, a dark cloud over her thoughts. She watched as Y/N slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in her older sister's mind.

Later that day, the members of TWICE gathered for their schedule. Tzuyu couldn't shake the feeling of dread that loomed over her, the nightmare still haunting her thoughts. As the day wore on, she couldn't concentrate on anything, her mind constantly drifting back to the vivid images from the dream.

As evening approached, Y/N noticed Tzuyu's distracted demeanour. Concern etched her features as she approached her unnie. 

Y/N - Sis, is everything okay? You seem off today.

Tzuyu bit her lip, debating whether to share the details of the nightmare. In the end, she took a deep breath and decided to confide in Y/N. 

Tzuyu - As I mentioned, I had a bad dream last night, about you. But it felt so real, and I can't shake the fear that I felt.

Y/N's eyes widened, her concern deepening. 

Y/N - What exactly happened in the dream?

Tzuyu hesitated before recounting the details, the chill of the nightmare seeping into her words. Y/N listened intently, her expression growing sombre as she absorbed the weight of Tzuyu's fear.

Y/N - Wow. That sounds really intense. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

Y/N finally whispered after Tzuyu finished talking. 

Tzuyu nodded, a heaviness in her chest lifting as she shared the burden with Y/N. 

Tzuyu - I know it was just a dream, but it felt so real, and I can't shake the fear of losing you.

Y/N reached out, squeezing Tzuyu's hand reassuringly. 

Y/N - I'm right here, Tzuyu unnie. I'm not going anywhere. Dreams can be scary, but they're not real. We're family, and I'm here for you.

As the evening wore on, Tzuyu's anxiety began to ease. Y/N's words were a salve to her troubled mind, and the bond between the two sisters strengthened. However, as night fell once again, a new wave of unease settled over Tzuyu. The nightmare still lingered in the recesses of her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N stirred from her sleep. The moon bathed the room in a soft glow as she sat up, sensing Tzuyu's restlessness. 

Y/N - Sis, are you okay? *whispers as she reaches out to shake Tzuyu gently*

Tzuyu blinked, her eyes wide with fear. 

Tzuyu - Y/N, I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen. Please, promise me you'll be careful.

Y/N frowned, concern etching her features. 

Y/N - Tzuyu, it's just a feeling. You can't let a dream control your emotions. I promise I'll be careful, okay? But you need to get some rest.

Tzuyu nodded reluctantly, the fear still lingering in her eyes. 

Tzuyu - I just can't shake this feeling of dread.

Y/N sighed, pulling Tzuyu into a comforting embrace. 

Y/N - I understand that you're worried, but you can't let fear control you. I'm here, and I'll be careful. Now, let's get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day.

As Y/N held her sister close, Tzuyu felt the warmth of the embrace soothing the lingering fears. The bond between the two sisters was unbreakable, and as they drifted back to sleep, the moon watched over them, casting a protective light over the shared dreams of the night.

And this made them share one thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[cowardlybean]

Hi this is MalkyTop from ao3 I know I just wrote a long-ass comment on recollections and I sorta feel weird adding more to it there so I’m sending an ask instead, because! I am shaking the bars of my cell anyways since now im convinced that the stuff with reigen is heavily connected to Mogami I wonder if mogami’s “return” (chapter 2) is related to a certain evil spirit showing up at the office? After all they have previous history and dimple had just shown up. Anyways I am gnawing on this I love puzzling things out I want to get a good grade in recollections.

HELLO FIRST OFF I JUST WANNA SAY TYSM FOR BEING INTERESTED IN MY STORY!!!!! IT MAKES ME SO MUCH MORE EXCITED TO KEEP WORKING ON IT!!!!!!!!!

Mogami definitely plays a role in this story (if it wasn’t already obvious) though most of that role is gonna be shown in the next section! Not just through Reigen’s journaling either :3 I will say though! The author of the secret link is a canon character from Mob Psycho, so keep that in mind >:3c

APART FROM THAT I cant say much for the sake of not spoiling but about the plant spirit from S2 EP1 this is so embarrassing to admit but I did. Kinda rush that entry </3 To Reigen it was hardly any special exorcism apart from Mob learning something new, but to my readers the broccoli seeds are what is important! IM HEAVILY RESTRAINING FROM GIVING A HINT HERE ACK

but anyway thank you so much for theorizing and having fun with my fic!!! It makes it so much more fun to write :D

Read Recollection Here!

[littlemissayu]

Im so honored you took up my suggestion?? 🙏 (hope you are fine btw )

Anyways that being said I'd like to participate :D

Name: Emory (she/her)

Age: 16

Fandom: Riddle Rosehearts (romantic)

Appearance: she has short unevenly cut hair light grey with blue overtones that cover one of her eyes. Her eyes range from a deep magenta to sea green hue if you understand what im saying 😭. Shes about as tall as Kalim (168 cms). Isnt really thin or chubby. Also kinda flat-

Personality: she is a chill and cheery person who loves to pull sarcastic or harmless jokes on people as a way of showing affection since that shows she is comfortable with them. Tends to be mischievous but respectful. Is similar to cater with how open and extroverted he is but keeps his cards close to his chest. Rarely tends to be stern but does so when necessary. Has a knack for throwing people in loops by speaking in riddles. Extremely teasing and big on PDA (hugs and pats) once she gets super close to someone.

Origin: (happened when she was around 10) A prank gone wrong case basically. Some older kids thought its be fun to mess with the teacher while they were carrying lab equipment. Wrong place wrong time situation cuz the teacher tripped and one if the acids splashed on the right side of her face. Minimal went on her skin but unluckily a concerning amount reached her eye. With lack of medical equipment she was rushed to the hospital and her skin burns healed after treatment but her eye was permanently damages so she got it replaced with a prosthetic eye. Alot of kids began bullying her for this and she grew up insecure and cut her hair in way to cover her eye. It was messy but it worked. Slowly she fit back in but she doesnt let anyone see or know about her fake eye. Is disgusted by it when she looks at it. Extremely irritated if someone pushes on why she covers it up. Didnt help that her parents got divorced when she was 13 and her sister went to custody of her father (hates her dad). Then the NRC thing comes.

Prompts: 22, 29, 18

Personal Preferences:

Likes: anything spicy, chocolates, playing cards or chess, words of affiramtion and PDA

For Prompt 22 (PDA), id like to say how it needs to be in a quiet and closed off area since even though she puts on a confident shell, she is pretty insecure and doesn't like to be intimate with her partner in public.

For prompt 29: It can be regarding breaking or messing up in alchemy cuz she is pretty clumsy at time.

Cant say anything for 18, sorry 😔

Dislikes: Seafood, dull and/or dismissive responses, hypocrites and bullies.

Smth extra to help out: the prompts can include Riddle being aware about her eye.

Sorry if this came out too long :(

Rough apperence:

A/N: Tysm for giving me this idea, I was truly lost on what I was going to do so when I saw what you said I decided I might as well try something different.

Riddle Rosehearts x Emory(romantic)

Prompts: 22.PDA, 29."Pookie, Sweetie, Love of my life, angel of my eyes, the most amazing partner, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?", 18."Can you be mine forever?" "Who said I wasn't?"

It was a completely normal day for Riddle; he went off on some the heartsabyul students, went to his usual classes, reprimanded Ace & Deuce for the trouble the got up to for the day, and he is now doing homework in the comfort of his room. So what could possibly be bothering him t the point it felt difficult to focus on his homework, well that's simple his girlfriend, Emory. He hadn't seen his dear rose since the night before, I'm not saying he can't think if he hadn't seen her in a day, but he can't think if he hadn't seen her in a day. So as Riddle sat in his room on his desk he finally finished up his homework for the night, he wrote the last sentence then dropped his pen. He looked at the time on his phone to see that it was '4:45', he let out a sigh heavy enough to crush an elephant, he rubbed his forehead contemplating whether he should get up to see Emory or get a quick snack from the kitchen. His solution suddenly appeared in his doorway, he saw choppy light gray hair with vibrant blue overtones, multicolored eyes looked over into.

Riddle's face softens and a small smile grows onto his face, so did the girl, as that girl is his lovely girlfriend Emory. "Why hello dearest" he softly spoke to her, "Hi my love" her voice was more high pitched than usual, something's up, she continues to walk up to him while batting her eyelashes. Riddle doesn't show the confusion on his face, simply just keeps smiling as Emory takes a seat on his lap and her fingers link behind Riddle's neck. No matter how many times she does this even in private his face always turns into its signature red as he buries his blushing face into her neck. Emory let's out a few giggles, Riddle loves when his lover giggles it makes him feel butterflies in his stomach, the good kind. As Emory began to speak Riddle lifted his head slightly, locking his grayish-blue eyes into her magenta faded to sea green ones.

"Pookie, Sweetie, Love of my Life, Angel of my eye, the most amazing partner, air that I breathe, absolute geni-" "What did you do?"

Riddle knew the moment his girlfriend began spewing all these pet names that something was up. Emory didn't say anything for a while, as Riddle gave her a look of expectancy and disappointment. They stayed that way for 50 seconds straight until she had caved in and let it spill. "I may have, sort of, kinda done something to your strawberry tart waiting in the fridge that you may or may not be too pleased with" her tone was anxious & weary, as she kept her gaze from her partner's own. The red haired boy sat there in silence, clear disappointment on his face, he sighed.

Yet mid-way through his sigh, before he could begin saying that it was okay and that it was just a dessert(even if it made him a little sad) Emory began to giggle. Pure confusion was on his face not understanding why his girlfriend would be giggling in this matter. He knew Emory liked to play jokes but this is confusing, what did she actually do? "I might have made an extra, to celebrate you making it into the top 10 for the last exams" she giggled and looked into Riddle's eyes. There was a mix of excitement and relief when she looked into his eyes; at first Riddle's face only displayed unamusement, but as they say laughter is contagious. He slowly began to laugh with his girlfriend her smile never failed to get to him; "Dearest, I must say you did give me a bit of a jump" "I'm glad I did!!", Emory kissed his forehead.

[After eating the tart]

Once Emory and Riddle had full stomachs they went back into Riddle's dorm room. The two of them laid in his bed with your arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled. Riddle may think that people shouldn't lay in their bed until they're retiring for the night, but Emory always seemed to convince him otherwise.

The two of them laid together in silence just appreciating each other's company. Riddle was flat on his back, eyes on Emory admiring her beauty. His stands of red hair were spread on the pillow below his head; his hands were holding his beloved's softly, with his fingers rubbing little circles on the back of her palm. Emory's head rested on Riddle's chest her legs entangled with his, she could feel his left hand massaging her right. His right arm wrapped around her back as the silence was like soft music lulling the pair of lovers to be sleepy, only staying awake due to pure will power. The quiet was interrupted as Riddle spoke up, making Emory adjust her head to look up at him:

"Can you be mine forever?" and with a soft smile Emory quickly yet softly responded, "Who said I wasn't?"

And on that note Riddle softly kissed her forehead. Emory returned the favor by kissing him on the cheek. As always Riddle's cheeks dusted red and they resume their quiet evening in each's arms. And as Riddle fell into slumber, he heard one last thing;

"I love you Riddle Rosehearts."

If Riddle is ooc don't mind that, but I really hoped you enjoyed that even tho it took me forever to respond. I really apologize for that I was having a bit a writer's block then I kinda just took a break which went way longer than I anticipated but I hope this makes up for it!!

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[rassvetsky]

there's bucky on your masterlist so here i go, bucky hiding and taking care of reader when the reader is being searched for? maybe the reader is a former enhanced soldier or something like that too. i hope i made myself clear lol thanks!

tysm for the request!! im actually so happy that i got a bucky barnes request hehe (and this specific anon sent me another ask with a pt. 2 idea are they perhaps an angel.)

Lost & Found

bucky barnes x gn!reader

it takes one brainwashed soldier to find another.

[3.6k] | ex hydra!reader, mentions of torture, mentions of brainwashing, mentions of murder, being chased, trust issues, traumatized reader, my poor english skills & bucky being a sweetheart. pt. 2 later maybe??

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Your legs felt like they could give out any minute, your lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. You didn't feel like you had enough time for a deep breath as your feet carried you forward, making you feel a bit dizzy and disconnected. The relief of knowing kept you sane, however. Knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you were.

God, you missed knowing who you were.

Before it all, you were an excellent Intelligence Officer, under SHIELD's wing. Kept your personal life and job far away from one another, divided by a three-meter long rampier. Came back from work to a quiet, warm apartment where you could finally relax and unwind.

That was until during one mission, everything went downhill and you lost contact with the rest of your team- your tracker was broken to pieces after the fall, your body covered in debris. And even though you expected to see familiar faces when you finally opened your eyes with a pained grunt, you only saw the muzzles of a few guns pointed at you, before you blacked out again.

That's where a brand new chapter in your life started, erasing each and every single one behind.

Memories of the past few years were reduced to snippets of gore. Your blood, mixed against someone else's. Torture, inflicted by you, or to you. Information that didn't belong to you instilled in your brain. You didn't have a say in it. You couldn't, because how could anyone stand their ground against scary men with weapons bigger than themselves?

It took them a long while to trust you with missions. Your mind refused to let them in at first, knowing exactly what was to come. Exactly what they were trying to create out of you. You held on for as long as you could, no matter how painful it was because you still knew that even if you cooperated, they'd still hurt you, just to break into the barriers of the human mind.

When they started making progress with the brainwashing period, the training period started. That part was a bit rushed, you were a needed asset and you couldn't be kept in a base forever. Certain missions were supposed to be completed, and most of the time, they weren't that hard on you. Even though they didn't let you go on every single mission, the ones you went on were exactly what you were trained for. Infiltrate, execute, abandon. Nothing big. Get back to the base, and wait. Until next time that they'd need you.

You didn't plan on going back. Not anymore.

And that's why when the base got raided down, you didn't stay to help. You didn't stay to be rescued, even though you knew exactly who was behind the raid and they could definitely help. Through the sound of bullets shooting through, walls being broken down, and screams of pure agony, you still ran, far away from anyone that could recognize you.

But Bucky did.

You gave him the push to escape after the Battle of Triskelion, and still, let him go. Told him to never come back, no matter what. Didn't tell anyone.

He wanted to come back for you, he tried to; but you were moved away before he could get to you. And with that, you were a ghost again. Untraceable. Back to square one, former intelligence officer of SHIELD that got 'killed' after a certain job. Someone who knew too much, someone nobody dared to look for.

He tried to get his hands on everything he could find about you. The school you went to, your late family, former co-workers; everything. Intervention after intervention, at some point, he finally stopped chasing after a ghost, taking Steve's advice. But even when nobody saw you run, he did, and he would recognize you anywhere. Just like you did for him years ago, he let you go, and didn't tell anyone.

It took you a while to get back to your senses. Your brain desperately wanted you to go back to the base, just because you got used to it all. It was a constant battle between knowing you should never go back to that hell, and feeling worthless unless you do.

You knew that couldn't just resurface after all those years, after everything you've done. After everything they made you do. Even though you didn't have a say in anything, you were still the one who pulled the trigger, and you wouldn't exactly blame anyone for thinking that you changed your side on purpose, brainwashed or not.

And back to the moment, as everything you've been through flashed before your eyes, you kept running. It was the desire to stay alive that kept you up on your feet, that let you run even faster than you thought you could.

Out of all the other places, you didn't expect to be found in Slovakia, and honestly, you weren't even sure who it was behind you, but you still ran through the empty streets in the night, footsteps as quiet as they could get as you pushed yourself forward with every ounce of power left in your body.

But the sound of the motorcycle engine kept drawing closer and closer, as you held onto the straps of your backpack tighter and kept going. The pads of your feet, your calves, they all hurt but you weren't going to stop now. Not that easy. And when you finally saw your figure shadowing the motorcycle's headlight, you reached for your pistol, silencer worn.

The engine stopped. You stopped. And for a moment, nobody dared to make a move. Not even a sound was spared through the quiet nature of the night before you slowly turned around, pistol pointed towards the driver. Tactical outfit, fully black as if he wanted to blend in with the shadows, just like you. He seemed muscular, biceps visible through the thick material. And he just stood there, not even daring to draw a weapon. Just stared, you assumed, behind the helmet.

"I'm going to ask this once," you spoke up, voice raspy and a bit out of breath. "and you're not getting more than ten seconds to answer. Make a move, you're dead." you took a few steps towards him, shaky hand clutching the cold metal weapon so tight that you felt like it wasn't even shaking anymore. "Who are you?"

He didn't answer at first. Just reached for his helmet, as slowly as he could, before lifting it off his head. Brown, medium-length hair fell against his face before he pushed them behind, and a pair of eyes locked gaze with yours. You could see him with the street light's contribution, and the face was way too familiar, so you figured he was one of the-

Oh.

Of course.

Those steel blue eyes. You'd recognize them anywhere. "Got your answer?" he spoke, for the first time, and his voice erased every single one of your suspicions. It was him. The one and only, Winter Soldier, most important asset of HYDRA. The one you were sent a hundred times to clean up after, to protect, to report to. Only he could be dumb enough to come back for you, even when you specifically told him not to.

"Asset."

The long motorcycle ride didn't help with your exhaustion, it only added to the fuel in the end. No words were spared until he led you to an empty apartment and locked the door behind the two of you, as you dropped your backpack on the couch before sitting down with a grunt. The place seemed quite rundown and empty, it was even cold. You didn't let your attention linger for any longer though, as your gaze fell to the hardwood ground beneath your feet.

Feeling his eyes on you, you decided to keep asking your questions until you could feel satisfied. Until you could feel trust forming. "How'd you find me?" you asked, watching him as he handed you a bottle of water, which he took from the console by the side of the room. He didn't speak until you took a few sips -which kind of made your throat hurt after all those hours of endless running and gasping for air-, taking a seat on the couch right by the side of yours, leaning back with a sigh of comfort.

"Let's just say I know the path a brainwashed soldier would follow," his tone was soft, almost as if he was trying to assure you that he wasn't posing as a threat here. He was on your side, his eyes desperately tried to tell you that. They held a glint of sympathy and understanding that you haven't seen from him before, back then you only knew him as HYDRA's fucktoy, held up to a certain importance which didn't keep him off from torture by any means. "You weren't easy to find, I'll give you that-"

"Why?" you blurted out, elbows against your knees as you buried your face in your palms. It all hurt- your brain felt like it was way bigger than your skull and you swore you could feel the pressure against the bone. Your throat was still sore, your legs felt numb and you just wanted to keep your eyes closed for a week straight. And through it all, you knew it wasn't worth it to go through all of that trouble, just to find you. You couldn't help but wonder if he had other plans with you, but for some reason, a voice in your head kept telling you to trust him. "Why would you even fucking bother?"

"Why did you bother?" he snapped back, one side of his lips tugged upward in a cheshire-like grin, just a bit more friendly than that. "I'm just paying you back." you didn't answer that, not exactly knowing what to say. You just exhaled through your mouth, looking up at him after a while of contemplating everything.

"I don't even know your name. You're just- Winter Soldier. The Asset, for me."

"I know yours."

"That's just creepy." and he chuckled at that, amused.

"It's Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Kind of surprised I wasn't the first thing you looked up after escaping." you shook your head, only able to offer a poor excuse of a smile as you rose up to your feet, all-tactical outfit not comfortable in the slightest bit.

You didn't tell him that you barely had an hour to sit down, the paranoia of being found eating you alive as you kept yourself in the shadows.

"I'm going to take a shower. And go to sleep. Don't make me regret trusting you, Barnes."

Let's just say, he didn't make you regret trusting him one bit. The two of you remained hidden for a couple of days in Slovakia, before escaping to Romania through the Hungarian border. It was an almost an eight-hour drive including your stops and the detours -and God, it made you hate motorcycles- before you two reached a safer spot -in his words-, to plan what to do next.

Bucky knew that the Avengers wouldn't trust you at first. For all the right reasons, obviously, he wasn't even sure why he trusted you in the first place. You just had something about you, a light in your eyes that still persisted, gentleness in your movement. He saw himself in you.

You weren't exactly in a condition where you could trust anyone either, you knew that the Avengers weren't the bad guys, not in the slightest, but you knew what kind of judgment you were going to face. The man helping you hide told you all about the judgment he went through. The fight between Stark and Rogers, how things that happened outside of his control caused a turmoil of events which eventually led to almost being killed by an Avenger. Not that Stark was wrong whatsoever, but you both knew that if HYDRA wanted you to do something, you would do it. Because the consequences would be far more horrendous.

And honestly, after all of that trauma, you weren't sure you could go through another set of people telling you that you're a disgusting murderer, nothing above an asset, nothing more than a toy. An evil being by choice.

And sure, you weren't former best friends with Steve fucking Rogers, you and Bucky barely knew one another. It only made sense for you to fear whatever it is that could come from the Avengers. "You know, you can't be on the run forever," Bucky absent-mindedly mumbled when you two were relaxing by the couch one day, while snacking on the leftover fries you ignored earlier, as you kept your eyes on the cartoon playing on the screen.

"Nothing else that I can do," you shrugged, reaching for his lap to steal a piece of food. He kept looking at you, this couldn't be kept up forever. The Avengers kept asking him where he was and what he was doing, and just for the sake of you, he had been lying to his friends for weeks now.

"Look, even if nobody else does, Sam and Steve would trust you," he huffed out, trying to reason with you. He understood the paranoia that kept you on the edge, but it wasn't like you were completely helpless. "Can't we give it a try?"

"If you want to leave so bad, Barnes, just go. You don't have to drag me along." you sighed, tucking your feet under your body to keep them warm. "I'm so grateful for everything you've done but please, I won't need your protection forever."

"And I know you don't, sweetheart," he wasn't giving it up, not that easy. Getting a hold of your wrist, he tried to tug you a bit closer. "But you need to trust me, yeah? Nobody's going to judge you while I'm here, not like they judged me. I'll make sure of that."

At that, you finally looked at him, heaving yet another sigh before reaching in to wrap your arms around his neck.

That was new.

You buried your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you felt his arms wrap around your figure, too. His embrace was warm, humane, and so foreign that it made you flinch against his figure at first. Even though you fought against the trauma, it had still been years since you've had anyone touch you in a friendly way. "It's not that I don't trust you," you whispered. "I'm just afraid of everything going downhill again and- and ending up exactly where I started."

Bucky felt your pain in his chest, too. "That's not going to happen," he whispered back, reassuringly patting your back. "Not while you got me by your side. And if you'll only let me, Sam and Steve, too. Nothing you've done is unredeemable, there's nothing to be ashamed of." he pulled you away a bit, just to have you looking at him. "This isn't nearly as safe as where I want us both to be. Nobody can hurt you there. We'll- we'll find a way to get rid of the nightmares, the guilt- everything."

You could only nod as an answer, already -mentally- exhausted by everything that had been going on. You leaned on him for a while longer as he held you, whispering things in your ear that felt just right to hear. Some way, somehow; he knew exactly how to keep your mind at the moment, rather than in the past. He knew exactly how to remind you that it was all behind you now, and you only had the moment and the future coming after.

A few more days passed until you gave in and let him give the infamous Captain America and the Falcon a call, you specifically waited in your room until his conversation with them would be over because you didn't feel like you could handle the slightest bit of distress on his face at that moment. Your worries proved themselves to be unnecessary though, as Bucky burst into the room after a few minutes, relief clear on his face.

"Steve said he'll talk to Tony," he hummed, settling down on the bed right next to you. "Tony can be a bit suspicious of literally anything, but he means well. Hopefully, they'll arrange a ride for us and we'll be on our way, alright?"

"Right," you noted, a timid smile on your lips as you reached for his hand, holding it between both of your palms. "Thank you, Bucky."

"Anything for you."

You noticed how time would pass a bit faster in the Avengers Compound, as you were surrounded by things to spend your day with. You often found yourself in the training room, taking your frustrations out from a poor punching bag -which you started to feel bad for, even though it was clearly inanimate- or watching whatever movie you could find.

You didn't really talk to anyone else other than Bucky, and they didn't push it. After a few interrogation sessions -which Steve assured you that they were done just to learn more about what HYDRA did to you-, you were finally left alone -at least a little bit-, deciding to spend your time trying to get to know these people. You knew they used to work for SHIELD as well, but you never personally worked with them.

You found it easy to be comfortable with Natasha, she wasn't the most emotionally available person ever but she understood what you went through.

She'd try to drag you along to get-togethers, brush out your hair when you felt too out-of-it to do so, and sometimes even sit with you through a movie.

Sam was a bit harder to be around, but he was way too sweet for his own good. He did almost everything in his power to get you to play table tennis with him and to make it a usual "Y/N and Sam time" event, and it meant the world if he could get a smile out of your mostly-neutral expressions.

Steve was patient. He was easy to talk to, and easy to be around. And you knew that it was him who trusted you the most, after Bucky. He made sure you didn't skip any meals and kept your training up just so you wouldn't fall behind.

"If you want to redeem yourself," he said one day, after a particularly exhausting session, "You could help around in the Compound, or with missions. Not saying you have to, but if you ever wanted to, I'd love for you to tag along."

You were forever grateful.

The rest took a bit longer to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your fears diminished with time. There were certain ground rules -such as an alert system going off whenever you left your room, and of course, any sharp objects were kept far, far away from you- but finally, you were above a freak. A murderer.

After one long day, while everyone was huddled up in a room to watch a basketball game -which, according to Sam, was the most important thing to happen in the past few years-, you decided to get some fresh air and join them later.

Stepping out of the compound building, you sighed contently, the late night breeze waking your entire being up successfully. You paced around by yourself for a small while, before hearing the sliding door open, a smile making its way to your face almost immediately when you noticed it was Bucky. "Hey, you," he walked towards you, hands tucked tight in his jeans pockets.

You kept your eyes on him, expression soft and relaxed -which, Bucky wasn't used to seeing, but he could admit that it was one of the most beautiful sights he laid his eyes on-. "Aren't you gonna watch the game?"

"You weren't there, so," he shrugged, earning a subtle chuckle from you. It was then, that he reached for you and wrapped his flesh arm around your shoulder, tucking you close to his chest. "I'm glad you're here, you know?"

"Me too," you leaned against him, wrapping your own arms around his waist loosely as you looked up at the stars, at the moon. You were sure Bucky was the one to hang it there. "I'll- I'll get back on my feet as quickly as I can. And then I'll be of use, I promise."

"You don't have to rush," he snickered against your hair. "Let yourself heal. It's just nice to know that you're safe."

You slightly pulled away from him, hand against his chest as you looked up at his eyes. They were shining in all the right ways, reminding you where home was. By his side.

Now or never, you thought, before raising yourself a bit on your feet and planting your lips against his, unable to break away from the tentative kiss even after a few moments as he held you there. As he kissed you back. And he was so gentle as if you were made out of porcelain; soft lips brushing against yours with a meek passion. Each and every touch of his lips added fuel to the wildfire burning through your insides, keeping you warm through the breeze. You held his face in your palms as he tucked you closer to his body, both of you smiling against the kiss until it broke away.

"I've been planning on doing that for weeks." he breathed out, chuckling to himself in disbelief as he shook his head. "So thanks, for stealing my idea."

"Oh shush."

[camileeon]

hii! idk if your requests are open but if they areee

could i get camilo x fem!reader who acts like meg from hercules ? tysm ❤️

WON'T SAY I'M IN LOVE

🍵- “this is too cliche, I won't say i'm in love..”

🦋- FemReader! X Camilo

🍊- MF GUESS WHO'S BACK AWOOGAAGAGAGHH- POSTING THIS IN THE MIDST OF SEEING AND TO CELEBRATE 400 BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWING STARS UP TO DATE! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY LIKE ALWAYSSS :D THANK U FOR REQUESTINGGGG! @pepasfavorite - Ceres

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“Not so pretty after all huh? You'll never be one of us.”

A young girl exclaims before shoving another down to the pavement which happened to be y/n being picked on by some spoiled brat and her underlings. They had been messing with her because she wasn't like them, didn't have looks and wasn't good enough. Though honestly, she was the type to care less about how other people seemed of her, but was just a little bit too careless to let people like them pick on her.

“who said you three were pretty to begin with anyway?” a boy in yellow stepped up to the center in between them both, crossing his arms in defense as he eyed the group as they fled after getting the message he was trying to give before turning to the girl on the cobblestone

“are you okay? They didn't treat you very well did they..” he spoke with concern before helping her up “i'm good actually.. you didn't need to. Unless you're supposed to be my hero or something mister...?”

she answers before giving a glance at him, expecting a answer and was responded with a fumble of words. “o-oh me? I'm u-uh uhm..”

“you don't look very fluent in.. speaking your own name?” she jokingly retorted, before being answered with a rushed response

“Camilo! y-yeah yes yes.. A madrigal you know? The shapeshifter!” demonstrating proudly using his gift, trying to impress her as he shifted into many familiars.

“Mhm mhm, don't worry i know you.. It's y/n by the way. See you around wonder boy.”

She gave him a small smile and a wave before turning around to leave. She never had forgotten him since then, neither did he.

As the years pass, she stayed away and maybe avoided him a little bit. She matured as so did he but nothing ever changed, admiring from the shapeshifter afar and was tempted several times but never had any gut to just talk to him. She's held how she felt for so long and the regret never failed to hit her once in awhile..

Not until the first gifting after the one that received none, the whole town of encanto was invited for the newest and youngest boy in the family. During preperations, camilo had heard from his mother and father of the guest list and had heard the name of who his heart desired for oh so long, the name of the person who he could never get sick of even if it was repeated in his head for a billion times. Picking an outfit to impress and to show well for the occation, bugging her sister a few times too much just to get some tips on how to "be more attractive as if you were trying to impress someone but not make it obvious" well, you get it. She knows. And her primas too because she can hardly keep something like this only to herself. They knew y/n through non other than camilo, he practically yipped yapped about her 24/7 and already knew how much he loved her from the very beginning.

As the night of the celebration commenced, his gaze just looking for that familiar pretty face that he had fallen head over heels with “Camilo, your eyes look like their about to pop out of your skull.” His sister, Dolores the super hearing gifted spoke up as she nudged his side

“You still looking for her?”

“what do you think I'm doing?- ” before beginnibg once more, he gets shaken by her sister with her finger pointed at the figure in the crowd. Seeing her once again after a few years, reliefs his heart that thumped loudly against his chest.

“Oooooooooouuuu mi hermanoooo's so in looovve” Dolores exclaims as she practically watched the boy's pure happiness walk through the crowd “Hermana shhhhhh! Agh.. she's something else isn't she..?” he bashfully responded, his ears turning a shade of bright red. Quickly thinking up a plan before pulling him aside once more

“All right listen well, if you're gonna get her, here's what we're doing...”

Camilo shuffled his way through the crowd to near her, clearing his throat before facing her with an akward-ish smile “hola princesa, anyone bothering you this evening? Hopefully i'm not one of them.” Camilo states as y/n looked his way with a bright expression, the way the shapeshifter's smile never changed and how the ruffle of his curls tried it's best not to cover his eyes made her heart squeal internally. The loud thumping of both their heartbeats assured dolores the plan seemed to hit it off more than perfectly.

“You have some nerve to call yourself a bother in the first place.” She lets out a little chuckle before placing a hand in the boy's hair to give it a slight ruffle. Sending camilo's heartbeat even increasingly faster, lightly clutching his chest to try to calm himself down a little “it's been too long.. well a few years just pass b-but you know, maybe you'd like to come over tomorrow..? For lunch? O-only if you're free of course!” he stammers slightly, a noticable amount of a crimson shade burnt up his cheeks while he admired her features while expectantly waiting for an answer.

“wonder boy, when do you ever think I'm busy? I'll be happy to.” She answers, finding the brightest expression of the boy in yellow so adorable it made her feel so soft and vulnerable just seeing him.

Camilo listens to their response with the biggest smile to ever cross his face, reaching out to the pillar behind her that was grown with flowers before plucking a velvet red camellia to hand to her. Hearing his abuela's calling for him to tend to something, he quickly gave her a peck on the cheek “Then, I'll be gladly waiting y/n.”

It stunned her almost immediately, a smile just permanently carved on her lips. She snapped out of her thoughts. No no no no no no, am I in love? Surely not right? Jeez emotions are confusing, just a phase?? Clearly not.

She walks through the hallway which didn't seem to flood unlike the other places she wandered through, quietly twirling the red camellia between her fingers before hearing a few steps following her as well

“ Ahh mi primo, y/n yes? I think you and I have the same thing in mind right about now.. you like him don't you?” Mirabel emerges from a corner along with Dolores, Isabela, and Luisa surprisingly.

“Aren't you supposed to be with them?”

“Not when you're on about this no, stop denying it! I can hear your heart beat faster than lightning a mile away!”

“i don't like him!”

“Exactly! Because you've loved him. Ever since!”

"Who d'you think you're kidding

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden,

Honey we can see right through you

Girl you can't conceal it

We know how you're feeling

Who you thinking of!"

“No chance no way! I won't say it, no no”

"You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh"

“It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love..”

"Girl you can't deny it

Who you are is how you're feeling

Baby we're not buying

Hon we saw you hit the ceiling

Face it like a grown-up

When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad"

“No chance no way I won't say it, no no”

"Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love"

“This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love”

"We'll do it until you admit you're in love"

“You're way off base I won't say it

Get off my case I won't say it”

“Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love” They all finally started to leave her alone one by one, giving her the glance of "see you tomorrow"

She hummed softly before, stroking the flowers petals as she pondered on casita's railings, watching the boy from afar.

“At least out loud I won't say I'm in love..”

🍊- FORGOT TO APOLOGIZE I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GO THROUGH MY ASK BOX BUT I WILL I PROMISE TO GET TO YOUR REQUEST AS SOON AS I CAN DO SO! I HOPE U ALL UNDERSTAND!!! 💗-ceres

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[dilftaroooo]

hi! can you please write a nsfw oneshot for dio brando x fem! reader ? to be a little specific; can you add a boss/assistant dynamic & corruption kink? tysm ( ◠‿◠ )❣️

mmm corruption kink. thats absolutely my fav, anon 🤤. i'll be more than happy to write it for you. enjoy!

(business office au)

you gotta earn it. (boss!dio x secretary!reader)

word count: //1.7k+//

synopsis: you want that raise? then show mr.brando what it is you're willing to give up to him. it's only fair.

tw/tags: dubcon, nipple play, corruption kink, size difference (not heavily mentioned though), business attire, afab reader, cute virgin reader.

"No."

Those words left you speechless; stiff in your spot as you looked into piercing, yellow, eyes. He said it in such a nonchalant manner, you don't think he even took a double take on your question. You spent so much effort to muster up the courage to ask your boss the question that you dread to be answered - but not in this way. He must have made a mistake.

"'No'...?" You echoed.

Dio leaned back in his seat, eye contact never faltering as he crossed his legs, burgundy colored dress pants ruffled at the movement. He tilted his head in a mocking manner as one well groomed eyebrow raised upwards.

"Oh dear. Perhaps my beloved secretary has gone deaf? I shall repeat myself once more: 'No' meaning, 'No, I will not offer you a raise.'"

Your fist clenched as you try to fight back the tears of humiliation and neglect. Why? Why did he refuse you? You worked so hard for him and you knew he knew that. So why won't he give you this raise? Leave it to Dio to crumble up your acts of valor and throw them into a fiery pit.

Trying to regain your composure, you speak up,

"But, sir, Why? I've done so much for you these past couple years; schedule your meetings, review your records and documents, compose orientations for newcomers. I even make sure to make your coffee each morning - a long black with two shots of expresso."

Your eyes were becoming wet. You were on brink of breaking down and crying right in front of your boss. You don't even think he was the slightest bit convinced by your retort. All he did was observe you with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. There was no change in his features but, reluctantly, you resume.

"Please, Mr.Brando. Please give me this raise. I-I'll try to do better for you! Just tell me what it is I need to do. Please, I'll do anything, Mr.Brando."

Dio stiffened. It was that keyword that gained his attention: 'anything'.

"'Anything', you say?" You nod and a flash of his white teeth glimmered from the building's colorless light on the ceiling. His chuckle was deep. "Think before spouting careless words such as that, my little mouse." The small squeak emerges from his office chair as he gets up, approaching your meek figure and you cower at his nearness. His fingers gently grasped your hair and you notice how well kept they were - manicured with a clear polish and decorated with gold rings. You didn't miss the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Such pretty hair," He lightly plays with your mane before tightening his grip and hoisting your head up, forcing you to look directly at him. "You don't mind if I tug on it do you, love?" He adores the wince you let out, eyes scrunched close with pain.

"Ouch! Mr.Brando, Please stop-"

"Oh but you said you would do anything for me, remember? So I'm allowed to use you however I please. You want a raise, don't you?" Your face burns when his lips feather against the skin of your cheek. You heave out a low sigh at his deed. Dio deliberately consumes your reaction - savoring it like the smoothest red wine.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear?" The amorous question made you whine. This was just too dirty. You shake your head for an answer.

"N-No, sir."

"Really? You've never been touched before? No one has ever pounded that filthy, little, pussy of yours? Tsk, tsk, tsk - What a shame. Looks like I have to change that." He lets go of your scalp but your head never moves, eyes still on his frame as you process his words.

"Wait, Mr.Brando, please. I've never- oh!" You were put to an abrupt stop when he picked you up from under your arms and legs before setting you down on his desk. It messy with scattered documents he found frivolous and purposeless, there were much more important matters at hand.

Tearing off your white dress shirt and bra in a blink of an eye, he gave your mounds a carnivorous stare, gulping at your nipples swell at his glance. He wasted no time kneading them. You let out a moan from his heated touch. It was foreign to you.

"What a lewd sound you made just now, Y/n. You like this, right? I barely even started." His fingers teased your stiff buds, pinching and pulling at them.

"Ngh- No, Mr.Brando..."

His touches were blunt and straightforward, they were rough as he assailed your fragile body. He was fervent to take it to the next step. He lifts your legs up to take off your pencil skirt.

He lets out a delighted sigh beyond seeing your choice of underwear. "Lacy panties? Was my little mouse expecting this? Getting all dressed up for your boss. You're such a nasty fucking girl."

"That's not true! I was in a rush to-"

"Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear from you. Shut up and take your panties off. I want to see how wet your cunt is." You obeyed under his stern tone - slowly stripping off your red-laced panties. You still had your legs closed, ashamed to show him your untouched flower but Dio pried them open by your knees. Your heady scent instantly fills his nose and he takes this time to observe your pussy, you were soaked - vagina pulsating, waiting for anything to be plunged inside, trimmed hairs placed on your pubic area, clit swollen with excitement. It was remarkable.

"Look at you, throbbing so greedily." He puts two thickset fingers in your sopping pussy without warning." An invevitable moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your g-spot.

"M-Mr.Brando - mmmm - that spot, you're hitting that-"

"Quiet, little mouse. As much as I love to hear you scream did you forget the setting we're in right now? I hate the idea of someone seeing this pretty pussy other than me." You pitch your voice down an octave - not too fond of the idea of being caught by your coworkers (especially by Jonathan).

His digits rapidly thrash inside you, bodily fluids flew everywhere. "You're making such a mess all over me. So sloppy. I have no doubt that this is what my little mouse wanted. Your grip is so firm around me." Your small hand cover your painted lips. You didn't want anyone to hear you but Dio was making it all too hard, he was hitting all of the right spots within you.

Pulling his fingers out, he unzips his flyer and sought out for his cock. His length was huge, you were unsure if you should even continue. His member intimidated you. Dio knew you were on edge, he softly coos at your expression.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll only feel a slight pinch." Aiming his shaft to your entrance, you recoil once he plummets inside of you, tip kissing your womb. What you felt was more than a pinch. it was easily comparable to being stabbed in your nether regions. Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Pull out! Please, it huuurts!" Your cries were ignored as Dio continued slamming into you like no tomorrow. He covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your wails.

"Ah- You feel that? My cock jabbing at your womb?" His thrust slow down so you can feel every inch of him - veins feeling more prominent than before. "That's how deep I go inside of you. This tiny body of yours can't handle a cock like mine. Ha! And would you look at that, I can even see your stomach bulging from my dick. How filthy."

He traced his fingers along the bulge forming near your abdomen. He rams in you relentlessly. You gripped the sleeves of his business suit, wrinkling them while doing so. Dio was fired up by the calls of his name leaving your lips, making him go at a, almost inhuman, pace.

Vulgar slaps of skin filled the room and you were both close to coming. Dio's hot breaths reached your ear and his thrusts losses its initial tempo.

"You're a few inches away from getting that raise, sweetheart. Just let me fill you with my seed." He bites the crevice of your neck - his teeth were sharp.

"Mr.Brando-! I'm gonna come...Agh- Mr.Brando... D-Dio!" Said man met his high after his name was yelped - relieved to let himself go, his cum spurts deep in your walls. You came shortly after by the feeling of him filling you up. Both of you sigh.

He hoists himself up off of you to put his dick back in his pants and fix his attire. You grimace at the slimy fluids now sticking between your legs. Dio scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky, little mouse. You finally got that raise you so desparately wanted. What's wrong with a little cum in you, hm?"

A bit irritated, you get dressed as well, getting ready to leave his office. But before you can exit, he turns you around to face him, eyebrow lifted in question.

"Leaving now? Have you forgotten what to say?" You assume he wanted some form of gratitude from you for giving you a raise.

"Thank you, Di-

"Hmmm? Did I fuck you so dense you forgot who I am to you?" You blush at his smile.

"T-Thank you, Mr.Brando."

"Good girl. Run along now." He slaps your ass before you leave.

"Dio, why do you smell like sweat? The only thing you do is sign papers and present at meetings." Jonathan frowned at Dio's pungent scent. The man chortled at Jonathan's exasperation. If only he knew what happened behind closed doors.

"Don't worry about it, JoJo. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"We're the same age, Dio."

"Oh yeah. You're right. You have such the resemblance of a child that I must've forgotten." Dio teases. The both head to the parking lot of their company to call to it a night. Jonathan clenched his teeth.

"I do not! Just what in the hell were you doing in your office? Working out?"

Dio roared out a large laugh at the word akin to what you and him did earlier today.

"Yeah.. you can call it that."

this fic belongs to @dilftaroooo

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Hmmm ok so I’ve thought about a few ideas! <3

Colin grey being your secret admirer (where the reader keeps getting surprises in their locker and they think it’s Jennifer messing with them but it’s Colin and the surprises keep getting bigger until they suddenly stop because Colin wants to finally get the courage to ask the reader out but has no idea how until the announcement for a dance comes up and he decides to ask them out :)

For Rodrick I thought maybe after a few months or a year of dating Rodrick convinces the reader to meet his family for the first time because his family thinks he made up his relationship and wants to prove that he’s in a very loving one<3

I have more but these are a few for now <3 :)

Admiration☆彡

warnings: a few small curse words, that's it! ---------------------------------<3-------------------------------

"what the hell" Y/n sighed, irritated. for the past week or so, they had been getting strange things in their locker. The object in Y/n's locker today was a bouquet of black roses tied by a white ribbon. As nice as these little gifts were, Y/n didn't really enjoy being toyed with by Jennifer Check. They didn't have any proof that this was Jennifer playing some stupid joke on them like they thought it was, but they knew her well enough to know she would do something like this (even though Jennifer didn't really have anything against Y/n). "BOO" a familiar voice snapped Y/n out of their thoughts, making them whip around to see who it was. They were met with the face of their good friend Colin. "Whew, you scared me dude" said Y/n, making Colin giggle. "I see you've gotten another little affirmation" Colin said, pointing at the dark roses in Y/n's locker. "Its the 5th time this has happened, could you tell Jennifer to stop messing with me please?'' Y/n said, closing their locker as they began to walk with Colin down the hall to their last class of the day. "How do you know its Jennifer? Maybe someone really does like you" Colin responded. "I don't know, but I also don't know who else would give me roses and fancy chocolates" said Y/n. "I mean, I can see why whoever's giving you all this stuff would do it" Colin said, making Y/n smile and mutter a "thanks Colin".

Throughout Y/n's classes, they kept thinking of who could be putting these little gifts inside of their locker, but no matter how hard and long they thought there was only one accurate suspect; Colin Gray. Sure Colin is one of Y/n's best friends and is a sucker for romantic things and stuff, but Y/n was the last person he would do all this for. He had many other people to choose from anyway. After daydreaming about Colin being their "secret admirer", Y/n headed home.

┊The Next Morning ୭⋆｡

Y/n groaned. This time, the present in their locker was a velvety purple box with another white ribbon on it. Y/n opened it and found a silver necklace, with a small heart that had pink rhinestones on it. "Again?" asks Colin, seemingly out of nowhere. " this is really nice, but does Jennifer think i was born yesterday or something?" Y/n asked, a bit irritated. "I'm pretty sure it isn't Jennifer Y/n, not even she would go this far into her joke" said Colin putting his hands on your shoulders. "Maybe, but i really have no idea who else would do this, joke or not" Y/n responded. "Ye- oh look, here comes Jennifer" Said Colin, making Y/n whip their head around to face the maneater. "Hi lovebirds, the fundraising committee raised enough money to throw a little dance, its tomorrow, you should totally come" Jennifer gave Y/n and Colin a paper with all the info for the dance. "oh, thanks Jennifer" Y/n said, Jennifer responding with a smile as she walked down the hall way. "Why didn't you bring it up?" Colin asked. "Too scared" Y/n responded.

✩The Day Of The Dance✩

Y/n prepared for what was gonna be in their locker today, wondering what it would be. They opened it to find- nothing? Nothing was in their locker today, how weird. "Nothing today?" asked Colin. "guess so.." Y/n said, grabbing their books and closing their locker. "Well, I think I have something better for you" Colin said, making Y/n tilt their head in confusion. "Meet me out near the school entrance at lunch" Colin said before walking off.

During class, Y/n couldn't get their mind off of the dumb little emo boy, not that that was something new. Y/n was anxious about what Colin needed to tell them. Did he not wanna be friends anymore? Is he sick of Y/n?? The only thing Y/n could do was stare at the agonizingly slow clock above the whiteboard.

•°. Lunch Time࿐

Y/n hurried through the crowd of students, rushing through the hallways to get to the gates of the school. Soon enough, they reached their destination, seeing Colin standing next to a Willow tree. "Ah, Y/n you made it" Colin said standing up straight. "Soo what'd you need to tell me?" Y/n asked in a slightly nervous tone, a small pit in their stomach. "Well uh...y'know those little gifts that were left inside your locker?" Y/n nodded. "That was me, I put those there..." Colin said, looking down. "Y/n, I love you, more than a friend should. I was too scared to tell you in person at first, so I put those things in your locker." Y/n was stunned. "I was wondering if you would maybe want to go to the dance with me.." The silence was loud, Y/n stood there in shock. "I-Its fine if you don't want to i-" Colin was cut off by Y/n's lips on his, making his eyes widen, then soften and close. It was a moment of bliss and what the two wanted for a very long time. Colin grabbed Y/n's face as Y/n ran their fingers through Colin's hair. They broke away, giving Colin the chance to ask, "So, is that a yes?" Y/n replied with a simple "yes", too flustered to spit out anything else.

Their secret admirer was finally uncovered.

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A/N: GrGRG I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING! ALSO im sorry this kind of sucks, i really tried. imma make the rodrick one next (^_^d)

[redheadedpineapple]

Hey author san. I absolutely love your writings. They are making me so happy. Why didn't i get notifications when you posted. I searched your blog and found out... you were the sweetest person who wrote the angel sanji. I was the one who requested thatt!

Can I request for Y!Ace X Reader please. Your yandere Scenario made me crave for more yandere. 🙊. Not too gore or blood please. I am in loveeeee with your writings. How did I not get notifications from your blog? Im still sad about that.

Yandere! Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader

TYSM <3 i’m so glad i can make people happy!! also, notifs can be weird with tumblr, but if you’d like i can tag you for my posts so you get notifs >< also!! if you’re on mobile, it might help to go into your Settings > General > Dashboard Preferences > then turn off Best Stuff first! it makes it show stuff at the top that’s been posted recently instead of stuff tumblr thinks you’ll like !

Yandere word count: 844

──────〔Portgas D. Ace〕────── GN!Reader reader is p weak, ace takes advantage of that, suggestive content and comments, somnophilia 

Portgas D. Ace is impatient. He can’t help but take action the moment he decides he wants you. He makes the decision when you smile at him at the shop. You smile at him differently than you smile at the other customers, and he can feel his heartbeat quicken. 

To ease his curious mind, he approaches you and asks for help in picking out his bouquet. Without describing the occasion at all, you go into flowers for love and romance, and he decides you must feel the same rush he does when you look at him. So he talks to you more, and as you realise he wants more conversation than what flowers look best together and mean the most, you tell him your break is in half an hour and you’ll see him then. 

When you two sit down for coffee, he pushes you for information about yourself. He finds you love your little flower shop and company of plants. When he asks, you insist you wouldn’t give it up for the world. Rather, it was your world. 

He does the only thing he can think of and burns it down. Not with you around, of course! He would never hurt you like that. 

From up on a roof hidden by the night and chaos of a roaring fire, Ace watches tragedy strike your heart as your hard earned shop goes up in flames. He watches as you run away from the scene with tears in your eyes, desperate to get away from the heart crushing sight and suffocating atmosphere of shouting and screaming. 

He makes the decision that you officially need him as you stumble along the beach hopelessly. The sand huffs as you fall to your knees, letting out sobs. 

You cry for what feels like hours until you’re so exhausted you can hardly even keep yourself sat upright. As your body sways in fatigue, Ace rushes over to catch you before you fall. His arms are secure and warm, carrying you as his fire powered boat pushes you two along the splashing waves. Half lidded eyes gaze up at him, pupils swimming in your eyes as your dizzy mind tries to make sense of what’s happened. It’s all for naught when your vision blanks and you fall completely limp in his arms. 

Ace decides he quite likes the feeling. 

When he finds a place to stay, he lies you in bed and curses his fire powers, wishing for ice as your temperature skyrockets. Still, he does the best he can to cool your fever, and in a few hazy days, you’re back to normal temperatures.

While you don’t remember much while you were awake, Ace couldn’t erase the way you depended on him so heavily, looking at him like you knew you’d die without him. Don’t worry, though! Ace would die without you, too---he’s certain now. He has to have you. 

He’s giddy as he notices you gaining consciousness again, hopefully feeling much better. You move to sit up, and he rushes over to support you. 

“Hey, careful there baby, you’re comin’ off a pretty harsh fever.”

Rubbing your eyes, you inspect the face of the man taking care of you. His expression is soft, contrast to his sharp jawline and defined features. Freckles are spread across his face, and you think it’s rather cute compared to the rest of his more manly appearance. 

You smile. “Ah, thank you. You must have taken care of me, and I really appreciate that. How sweet of you.”

Oh, how little did you know, how unaware you were to how much he really took care of you. Every little need of yours was met with passion and desire on his end, wanting nothing more than to fill each little need.

“I must ask though, where am I? This is hardly a room of a hospital.”

He chuckles and sits on the side of the bed. “We’re just at an inn I’m staying at, no need for paranoia. You seemed more than ill physically all washed up on the beach like that. I’m not harbouring a lunatic now, am I?” he asked, smiling to himself at his own little joke. 

But you panicked at his comment, shaking your head furiously. “No, no no! Ah, bad idea,” you murmured, moving your hand up to massage your temples. 

“Oh, baby, c’mere.” He pulls you into his lap facing him, and he wraps his arms around your body. “You’re just so sensitive, aren’t you?” he coos, cradling the back of your head and gently petting your hair with his thumb. 

“Uhm… Ace, right?” He nods. “I should really get going, I have lots of work to do,” you say, trying to shimmy off his lap, but his hold is strong. 

“Poor thing, you are. Always trying to overwork yourself. You can grow as many flowers as you’d like, plants from all over the world, let’s get you back home, alright?”

If only your desperate innocence had a little more paranoia to understand he meant your new home. 

[imagineyouandharry]

enemies to lovers harry!

Yes! So, I got super inspired by this and rushed to pump this little bad boy out. Feedback is highly appreciated! I’m thinking this will be part one of a series! I love collage au Harry it makes me all fuzzy inside. TYSM anon!!

GHB - Harry Styles

warnings: drug and alcohol use, drink spiking, not proofread or edited as it was made in haste. 

word count: 4,704

It wasn’t that Y/N and Harry just weren’t friends, they despised each other. Ever since Harry weaselled his way into their friend group things had turned upside down, the dynamic had shifted, and it was a new person that Y/N had to get used to. His confidence and outgoing personality overpowered her shy, introverted personality tenfold. College life was difficult enough. Not only was Y/N learning how to balance academics with maintaining a social life and going out to parties, navigating things new to her like alcohol, drugs, and sex; but now she had to adjust to this shift in their friend group, and get to know this new guy. Her friendship group was her safe place, ‘family’ dinners at each other’s apartments, going out to dinner at bars, even little things like going for walks or taking a new yoga or pilates class. Now, that safe place didn’t feel so safe anymore, having to get used to this new guy being around all the time that everyone gushed over. Harry seemed so warm to practically everyone in the group towards Y/N, though everyone seemed to be clueless towards it except for her.

Harry and Y/N shared one class together, educational psychology. She’d been studying education to become a primary school teacher, and he studied psychology. It felt so fucking ironic that the one class they would ever have overlapping, they’d end up in the same class, to add salt to the wound in the second lesson they had been assigned to do a group project together. Harry hadn’t even shown up to that lesson though, so he’d yet to even acknowledge it. It was the second semester of Harry being around and not only did he barely acknowledge her when their friends weren’t around, but now they were to be working on an assignment together and he hadn’t even managed to show up to the first lesson discussing the topic.

“No, I’m serious Sarah. I don’t want to go. He didn’t even show up to class today, why should I give him my time of day by showing up to his stupid fucking party?” Y/N’s words were followed by a deep sigh, the way she curled her hair as she stared in the mirror contradicted her words. If all her friends were going, she felt like she had no choice but to go to. If not, she’d get major FOMO. “Babe, you’re taking it way too personality. It’s not like either of you knew you’d end up partnered together for the assignment. I really don’t get why you’re always so sour towards him.” Sarah replied with a slight shake of her head. “It’s been what, six months and the two of you still stand on opposite sides of the rest of us in photos? It’s either crazy sexual tension, or the there’s something that’s happened that the rest of us don’t know about.” This time Sarah couldn’t help but laugh, however all of their friend group had been theorising for a while now that Harry and Y/N were just too into each other and both too stubborn to admit their feelings.

Y/N scoffed, turning the curling iron off and placing it down on the counter. “Sexual tension? ‘d rather cut off my left arm than even think of Harry in a sexual way.” Her words had venom to them this time, grabbing a brush to brush out and soften her curls. Although she claimed to not have any attraction towards Harry, she’d put far more effort into her appearance than usual, and was wearing this little satin sage green dress that was exaggerating her curves.

“Whatever, you ready? Uber’s out front.” Sarah pushed herself up from the closed toilet seat she’d been sitting on, Y/N finished work late and Sarah had been far too excited to wait to get ready. Harry lived in a share house in the suburb over, and Sarah had been begging him to throw a party for months now. “One last shot on the way out?” She asked, it wasn’t a question though, she was already on her way to the kitchen to pout them one last shot of tequila before leaving. Y/N nods and follows her out, grabbing her oversized leather blazer and little handbag on the way. Y/N was shy, but around Sarah she was usually a lot more vocal, there was just a great deal of nerves surrounding tonight. Y/N always tried her best to come off as outgoing at parties and around other peoples, but really she hated the crowds, hating having to make conversation with people she knows nothing about. After a few drinks that shyness often faded though, and was usually replaced with either a blabber mouth, or being far more flirtatious than normal.

Both of the girls hastily downed their shots before exiting the apartment, hustling down the stairs and out to their ride that awaited them outside. The ride wasn’t long at all, it was too short if anything, and was spent sneaking sips of tequila from a flask that Sarah had in her purse. “Let’s have some fun tonight, yeah? I know you aren’t best of friends with Harry but there’ll be plenty of other people there, I doubt you’ll even see him much.” Sarah tells Y/N as the car turned into his street, able to tell that her best friend’s attitude was off. “I get that. It’ll be fine, stop worrying about me, yeah? It’ll be fun.” Y/N replied with a slightly forced smile in attempt to shake Sarah off of her tail. The Uber arrived before the conversation could go any further, both of the girls slightly drunk already made their thanks to the Uber driver probably too over the top before they left and made their way up to the house. People were overflowing already, some sitting on the grass outside the large brick house. The door was unlocked so they made their way in, the bass inside so strong that Y/N could feel it on her fingertips on the doorhandles as she opened the door.

Now, it wasn’t that Harry was known as a bad boy around campus or anything of the sorts. Everyone knows he’s approachable and friendly, which was probably what added to his appeal. He had a bright personality and knew how to make people feel special to him, and for that and his looks girls flocked to him. Harry was known to be fun, handsome, and good to be around (to everyone except for Y/N, that is). It was a given that the party would be full of girls, and full of guys ready to clean up any of Harry’s sloppy seconds or rejects.

The first to formally greet Y/N and Sarah was of course Mitch, who had been on the lookout waiting for the two of them since he first arrived to help set up. “M’ladies, ‘bout time the two of you showed up.” The stupid grin on his face and the way he hugged each of them probably a little too hard was enough to give away that he’d been drinking quite a bit already. He already had a drink in his hand waiting for Sarah, planting a kiss to her forehead as he handed it to her. “Two hands so I could only hold two drinks, but there’s heaps in the kitchen. Grab a drink and come meet us outside for a smoke?” Mitch asked down to Y/N, she didn’t take offence to him not getting her a drink, and to be honest she’d rather make her own anyway. “You got it captain.” Y/N replied, giving the tall man a playful salute before she made her way to the kitchen, dodging bodies and conversations so she could get herself a drink.

That drink became much more needed when she entered the kitchen, her mouth going dry when she saw Harry leaning against the counter as he looked down at his phone, ferociously texting. He looked up when Y/N brushed past him to grab a cup, pouring in some tequila. “Not going to say hey?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. He grabbed the Sprite from the fridge, although they didn’t speak he still knew her go-to. “Looked busy.” She responds, her voice blunt. “Thanks.” She adds in regard to the Sprite as he passed it to her, her guilty conscience wouldn’t let her live down being so impolite if she didn’t thank him. “Didn’t know this party would still happen since you didn’t show up to class today. We got partnered up for the presentation assignment.” She adds, it was bugging her far too much to just let it slide. “Yeah, sorry. I was meant to be back in time, had to pick coke up off this guy a few towns over and he kept me waiting outside his place for like an hour. Fill me in on it all when I’m not drunk?” He asks, standing next to her as he mixed his own drink. “I guess, yeah. Don’t expect me to do all the work though, and I actually want to go well in this class so it wouldn’t hurt if you actually put in some effort.” Maybe it was the alcohol, but Y/N was being a lot more demanding than she usually was, and her demeanour a lot more cold and forward than she’d often let on.

“Fuck, alright. I think you need to pour a bit more into your drink and loosen up some more.” Harry laughs, shaking his head before he grabbed the bottle of tequila and added an extra splash to her drink. Y/N took her first proper look at Harry, only to shoot him a narrow eyed glare. It was hard to stay mad though, the tequila from pre-game and the Uber was making it harder to be serious and angry, and his outfit was enough to make her drool. He wore cream wide legged trousers that went to the floor, and a white ribbed tank top tucked in. By far he had the nicest taste out of any guy she’d ever met, that was hard to deny. It was just a house party, but people often took any excuse they could to dress up a little bit. On the other side of things, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of Y/N. He was used to seeing her in her usually Nike sweats and vintage sweater, which he still thought she looked beautiful in regardless but he’d never admit that to anyone. To him, Y/N was untouchable. Sure people in their friend group dated like Sarah and Mitch, but he didn’t want to ruin things. That, and she seemed too uptight for him anyway, he often mistook her shy attitude as coming off as a snob, and the way she spoke about the stupid group assignment only drilled that view of her into Harry’s head further.

“Get out of it.” Y/N grunts, sliding her drink away from Harry. “Love, can we just pretend to get long for one night? Have a dance, have a drink. Do you want some coke or something? Or, I think there’s people hot boxing the upstairs bathroom if that’s more your speed.” Harry offers, attempting to extend the olive branch to the standoffish girl beside him. “I’m far too sober to take up any of those offers. Anyway, good talk. Let me know when you’re free to talk about the presentation. I’ll see you ‘round, Harry.” Y/N said, giving Harry a far too sarcastic smile before she grabbed her drink and made her way out to the backyard to find Mitch and Sarah.

A group of people sat out by a fire pit in the corner of the backyard, garden chairs and outdoor lounges circling the source of warmth. Mitch and Sarah had saved Y/N a spot, to which she happily plopped down into. “Took you long enough.” Sarah teased, elbowing her side. “Mm, cup shortage going on in there.” She said, taking a sip. She fished the little nicotine vape out of her bag, sucking on that as she looked into the fire. Alright, if you don’t lighten up already everyone’s going to think you’re a party pooper and a trash time to be around. Loosen up. Make friends. Her little pep talk in her head, and the sip of her stronger than usual drink courtesy of Harry was motivating enough to engage in conversation with some other people around the fire pit. Most were smoking actual cigarettes or joints, Y/N preferred the little flavoured vapes. She’d never been addicted, but smoked more as a social thing, and at least this way it didn’t taste bad and she didn’t smell like cigarettes.

Conversation flowed, Naomi and Adam joined them, but Harry was still inside. Everyone just assumed he was probably distracted with some girl, or attending to party host responsibilities. “I’m going to pop to the toilet really quick and grab another drink.” Y/N told Sarah once she’d polished off what was left in her cup. She got up and made her way inside, she didn’t get all too far on her journey to the bathroom before she was stopped by Max.

Y/N and Max had known each other for a while now, they’d hooked up at parties a few times before she came to her senses and started avoiding him while out. He wasn’t taking the rejection all that lightly. “Hey, been looking for you. Drink?” He asks, holding out the little red cup containing God only knows what. The alcohol pumping through her veins was prohibiting her from thinking about it too much. “Uh, thanks. Didn’t know you’d be here tonight, friends with Harry?” She asked as she took the cup, having a sip. Tequila and orange juice, not her favourite mix but it would do. Max shrugged. “Figured you’d be here, thought we could catch up. Come down and dance with me?” He replied, moving his hand to her waist which made her stomach turn. “Maybe later, I’m in a hurry though. I’ll see you later on.” Y/N managed to push herself past him, only to get caught in a group of girls from a sociology class she’d taken last semester.

The girls babbled on, and as they did Y/N managed to finish off her drink. By the time the cup was empty she was desperate for the bathroom, the conversations ended up lasting almost half an hour, ending with promises of ‘we have to catch up soon!’. When she managed to peel herself away from the girls she found the bathroom, ending up staying in there for a little while enjoying the solace of being alone. Things started to not feel right as she sat there on the bathroom floor. The room began to spin, and confusion began to set in about what was going on, or where she even was. Nausea began to set in, but she was too out of it to even begin to panic or use her phone to call or message anyone. The last thing she could remember was managing to lean over to vomit in the toilet before laying down on the floor as she lost consciousness, the cold tiles pressing against her bare legs.

Harry had been standing at the end of the hallway talking to Holly, a gorgeous girl from one of his classes that he’d been hoping to see tonight. Harry was an observant guy though, he always knew what was going on around him. From the corner of his eye he’d noticed Max give Y/N the drink, thinking not much of it as he knew that the two of them had hooked up before. Harry continued talking up and making out with the girl he stood with, making promises of having her over sometime to watch films and order in dinner. Harry would never take advantage of a drunk girl and had no intention of going any further with her than making out. The tall boy went downstairs to make himself and his girl of the night a drink, when he came back upstairs he noticed Y/N go into the bathroom. He continued his conversation with Holly, sipping their drinks as they laughed and flirted with each other. Concerns began to rise when Y/N never left the bathroom though, and it was like he began to sober up when he noticed Max making his way towards the bathroom. He set his drink down on the windowsill. “Give me a second.” He murmurs to Holly before he made his way to stand between Max and the bathroom door.

“This one’s occupied, mate. Try the downstairs bathroom.” He said, his voice stern. “Y/N texted me, said she wanted me to meet her in there.” Max replied, though Harry knew his phone had died at leat an hour ago as he heard him moaning about it to his mates. “Really? Because she just texted me saying she wanted me in there. I think it’s time for you to head off.” Harry stood his ground, matching his lies with his own. Harry was taller than Max, not necessarily more buff, but he was more intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was his house, full of his friends and people who would back him up. “You know what? Have fun. She’s too fucking difficult anyway.” Max was clearly disgruntled as he spoke, turning around and trudging off without another word.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it to see if he could hear anything coming from inside. “Y/N? You alright, love?” He calls, his voice competing with the loud music pumping through the house. After a minute of no responses to his knocks or calls he made his way into the unlocked room, closing the door behind him. “Fuck.” He hissed when he saw the girl on the floor, immediately he took out his phone and ordered an Uber. He leant down and put her bag over his shoulder, making sure it had her phone and things still in it before scooping her up. The way her body was completely limp in his arms made him sick. How could anyone do this to someone? He made sure she was breathing, she was breathing loud enough that she was practically snoring in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, pet.” He couldn’t help but sigh. Harry had always had a protective nature, and while he’d never admit his attraction towards Y/N he clearly cared about her enough to do this. He carried her outside to wait out in the fresh air for the car, ignoring any questions from people that tried to stop him. The rest of their friend group were still in the backyard, oblivious to anything going on.

He had decided he’d have to take her home, she wasn’t showing any signs of waking up soon. Holly wasn’t even an afterthought for Harry right now, too concerned with ensuring Y/N’s safety. When the Uber eventually did arrive he got in, being careful to do her seatbelt up before he did his as he told the driver where to go. “Big night, huh?” The driver laughs, Harry attempted a laugh in response. He didn’t want to look suspicious, or like he was the one that had drugged her. “Very big night, gotta get this one home to bed.” Harry replied, attempting to joke around with the driver for the rest of the ride. Y/N still showed no signs of regaining consciousness, he contemplated whether or not hospital was the right idea but he was also pretty knowledgable about this sort of stuff. Not that he’d ever date raped someone before, but Harry experimented with drugs himself and he’d researched GHB before and knew the side effects. It was just something that interested him, chemicals and the impact they had on the body. It came in handy too, like in situations like this.

Once the car pulled up to Y/N and Sarah’s apartment building he took her up, managing to hold her over one shoulder as he fished the keys out of his back and pushed inside. The paranoid part of him made sure to lock the door after them, in case Max decided to follow. He took her to her bedroom, laying her on the bed and taking her jacket and heels off before tucking her under the blankets. He didn’t want to change her, not wanting her to feel more violated than she already had been. In place of putting warm pyjamas on her he managed to find an extra blanket to put over her, then putting a glass of water and a box of Advil beside the bed before he went and sat down on the couch to finally breathe for a minute.

He felt guilty, even though it wasn’t his fault he felt like it fell on his shoulders. It was his party. He hadn’t known that Max was like that, hell, he barely knew the guy. He laid down on the couch as he thought about it, staring up at the ceiling. He would never forget the feeling of having her limp body in his arms, or seeing her unconscious on that bathroom floor. He wasn’t sure how much time passed as he laid there contemplating the evening, but eventually he fell asleep there, still fully clothed with his shoes on.

***

The pounding in Y/N’s head was what woke her up so early, when she reluctantly opened her eyes to check the clock beside her bed it read 6:12am. What the fuck happened, and how did I get here? She barely even remembered the events that led to her in that bathroom, and she definitely had no clue how she got home. She sat up slowly as if to not anger the headache she had, reaching out for the water and Advil that was beside the alarm clock. Although she wanted to just curl up and hide under the blankets, she knew that wouldn’t help, and the makeup still on her face wasn’t helping how she was feeling. After taking the pain killers she made her way to the bathroom to have a hot shower, closing her eyes as she leant against the wall letting the hot water run over her body to comfort her. It was jut her and Sarah that lived in the apartment, and occasionally Mitch would come over, so she just wrapped a towel around her body after towel drying her hair before she went out to the kitchen to make coffee.

On her way was when she noticed the snoring Harry on the couch, her eyes going wide as she tried to think about why on Earth he would be here. She figured they hadn’t done anything, considering he had slept on the couch and still had his fucking shoes on. She went to her bedroom and replaced the towel she was using to cover herself with a fuzzy white robe, then going to the kitchen to make coffee and wait for the Advil to kick in. Never had she ever get so hungover, she was usually blessed to never get bad hangovers, always making sure to drink loads of water and eat before bed after a night out. There was nothing worse than waking up like this.

It was early, so she decided to not wake Harry with a cup of coffee. She made hers and then returned to her room to scroll through her phone. There were dozens of missed calls and texts from her friends. Sarah had left a bunch of messages asking where she was, letting her know she’d be staying at Mitch’s for the night. There was even a few from Max calling her things like a ‘dumb slut’, to which she promptly deleted.

About an hour went by before she heard a rustling in the living room, venturing out to go see Harry, and hopefully find some answers about last night. “Hey, morning.” Her voice was soft as she leant in the doorway that connected the living room to the hallway that led to her and Sarah’s bedroom and the bathroom. Harry turned around to her quickly, his face full of concern. “How you feeling?” He asked, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. “I’ve felt better. Do you uh, know what happened last night?” She asked, holding her empty coffee mug in one hand. She’d refill hers and make Harry one if he decided to stay. “I think you were drugged, by that Max guy. Took you home ‘cause you were passed out in the bathroom. Don’t worry, nothing happened to you.” He said, sitting down on the arm of the sofa. He didn’t feel too bad, he sobered up pretty much completely before he fell asleep. “Oh…” Was all Y/N could respond with. She didn’t know how to handle that news, and she didn’t want to get all emotional in front of Harry. It was a confusing feeling that she wasn’t sure how to deal with.

“Want some coffee?” She asks him, part of her embarrassed about what had happened and the fact that he’d had to leave the party to take care of her. “That’d be lovely. Black, no sugar.” He said, a slight smile on his lips. He didn’t want to push her to talk about what happened, and it seemed like changing the conversation was how she wanted to handle it for now. Y/N nods, going into the kitchen to make some coffee for the two of them. Harry waited in his spot, running his hands through his hair. “You mind if I have a quick shower?” He calls out to her. “Sure! Mitch leaves clothes here, in the top drawer of Sarah’s dresser!” She called back, the volume in her voice was enough to somewhat trigger her headache again. She finished up making their mugs of coffee before she went to the couch to wait for Harry, setting his mug down beside hers. It felt strange, being alone with him.

When Harry came back his hair was still damp from his shower, and he smelt like her vanilla and honey body wash. “Thank you, for last night. I really appreciate it… I know it must’ve sucked leaving the party and if there’s any way I can make it up to you. I’m so embarrassed, and I’m really lucky that you were there to get me home.” Y/N was probably rambling, speaking almost too fast for Harry to comprehend this early in the morning. “Love, it’s fine. There’ll be other parties. Just glad you go home safe. If I see that weasel of a bloke again I’ll be giving him a fuckin’ piece of my mind.” Harry angered just thinking about what had happened, sitting down on the couch beside her. He wore some grey sweats and an old Pink Floyd t-shirt that Mitch had left. “Well, thank you. If you wanna stick around I’ll make some breakfast? Sarah and I usually make waffles and watch The Simpsons every Saturday morning.” She tells him, it was the most hospitality she’d ever shown towards Harry. It took him back slightly, not expecting her to be so warm towards him. He swears she’d even smiled at him as she made the offer, he’d never really seen her smile at him before. “Fuck it. It’ll be a good story to tell the others, doubt they’d believe we sat in the same room as each other and got along for this long.” He chuckles, sinking into the couch as he had a sip from his mug, looking to the tv as the girl beside him put on the silly cartoon. Maybe this was the start of a friendship, or not, but the two of them both felt at ease finally being at peace with each other for once, regardless for how long it was going to last.

[corpseblouse]

hi again!! can u do a, c, k, p (sfw) for bakugou? tysm and congrats on 100 followers! :D

warnings: none!! sfw!

includes: a, c, k, p (sfw) for bakugou

a/n: thank you sm!! and i hope you like this (also, i hope you’ve had water today <3)

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affection

∴ when the relationship first starts, he’ll definitely be completely closed off, not knowing how to touch you properly, touching you too roughly at times, overthinking what he says to you...

∴ but after a little warming up, he starts to love your affection and touching.

∴ he definitely loves pda because he’s very possessive and just wants people to know what’s his.

∴ is alwaysssss holding your hand— even if it’s for just a brief moment, he still enjoys your touch and loves to rub the pad of his thumb against the back of your supple hand.

∴ he comes to you when he’s stressed, just for a hug, kiss, just any type of physical affection because it’s not something he’s used to— so he’s gotta take advantage of that.

∴ there are times where bakugou closes off, though. again, he’s not used to affection and it’s not something he gets often; so it’s easy for him to close off and curl up into his shell sometimes.

∴ so, when this happens he’ll say something like, “don’t touch me, shitty woman.” without even realizing who he was talking to or what he said.

∴ your face instantly falls, but you don’t dwell on it, knowing that’s just how he is sometimes. bakugou will always have his moments, but you know you have to give him some time to warm up to things like affection and personal touch because he still isn’t completely used to it

∴ he makes it up to you of course, he felt so shitty after snapping at you. even if you reassure him that you knew he didn’t mean it, he can’t help but bend over backwards trying to cheer you up and make up for his poor choice of words.

cuddles

∴ this man’s cuddles are... questionable sometimes, but amazing?

∴ he’s stiff because he starts overthinking, is he breathing weird? are his arms in the wrong place?where should he put his head?

∴ as all these questions flood his head, he notices your deep breathing; you must’ve fallen asleep while he was overthinking

∴ he visibly relaxes, his arms untense as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. he feels the most relaxed knowing that you’re comfortable, and watching you sleep is something he also enjoys (not in a creepy way-)

∴ his favorite cuddling position becomes this one, your back against his front with his head between the crook of your neck.

∴ in this position, he’s able to pull you almost impossibly closer to him, he’s able to smell your incredible scent, and it’s addicting

∴ i think cuddling becomes his new favorite addiction, he wants to do it literally all the time. on the lobby couch in front of everyone, after dinner, in between classes, literally all. the. time.

kisses

∴ in reference to what i said before, he most likely kisses you in public just to show what’s his

∴ literally will kiss you infront of the teachers just to assert his dominance...

∴ but behind closed doors, he can’t get enough of your lips.

∴ he’s constantly pecking your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, just anywhere with exposed skin

∴ his favorite place to kiss is your cheek, because he loves the pink tint that lightly paints your cheeks when he pulls back— it’s adorable to him

∴ although, he can be really rough sometimes. the make out sessions??? sheesh... be prepared

∴ this man will absolutely devour your mouth and leave you out of breath, blushing, and flustered. he loves you best when you’re like that <3

playful

∴ he’s not very playful sometimes, he obviously likes to be seen as very aggressive and dominant to other people, but sometimes around you, he desperately tries to be soft and playful even know he fails

∴ sometimes you force it out of him, though

∴ one time, you decided to try to tickle him. but of course this man’s reflexes are top tier so you end up on the floor before you know it

∴ he rushes onto the floor to pick you up, cradling your head into his arms as if you were wounded. “what the fuck was that! you know i hate being sneaked up on!”

∴ ps. you never tried to tickle him again </3

∴ i think you finally had come to the conclusion that bakugou just isn’t much of a playful person, he even turns thumb wrestling into a competition...

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