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siameanee · 10 months

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take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader

DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !

also i didnt proofread this 😭

wc: idk might be long tho

tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas

shmut unda the cut ‼️

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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.

however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room.

hobs 🎸

open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)

3:45 a.m.

you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type.

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time.

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

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says right here 3:46 ?

3:49 a.m.

you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.

"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.

"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.

you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.

but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.

you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.

"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes.

"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen.

"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.

he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.

however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens.

after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.

"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.

"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.

"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.

"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim.

his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame.

but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most.

"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.

you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.

"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.

"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers.

"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.

it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt.

"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly.

"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.

his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth.

you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach.

you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.

"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it.

you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.

"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you.

"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling.

this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.

"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."

this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.

"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.

and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.

as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat.

"suck." he ordered, and you followed.

he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body.

"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.

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authors note:

i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry

hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!

hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞

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carolmunson · 8 months

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in the still of the night

soft!gf!reader x depressed!eddie

became a woman posessed and decided i needed to write something about taking care of my baby cow eyes sad bf. tw: as always, minors dni. themes of depression/mess. mention of minor character death. reader wears eddie's clothes. some suggestive language. showering together.

Steve called for a check-in just to call you right after, said he'd offer to drive. You peek into the darkened trailer, hearing the scratch of the record player in the living room. Too tired and achey to make it to his bed last night and too defeated to leave the couch all day today -- not even to flip The Animals record to the B-side. Rain patters on the tin roof, curtains drawn but not thick enough to keep out the gray light from spilling in through the bare threads of years of use. He faces the back cushions, hugging a pillow, knees tucked under the bottom. A kid in his adult disguise, he always gets like this around the anniversary of his mom's passing. You ease in, lightly closing the storm door behind you. The soft gray glow in the kitchen leaves you a little sullen. Half done dishes on a rag on the counter -- two smashed glasses scattered across the tile. Evidence of his frustration part way through the task, you can practically hear his desperate 'I don't wanna do this,' while he threw them. You let out a breath through your nose silently, noting the piles of laundry on the table by the washing machine across from the living room. He hadn't let you come over in a couple weeks, it's clear why now. When you tip toe onto the brown shag carpeting by the record player you ease the needle off the disc. The steady rise and fall of his back and shoulders aids your next move. You clear off the McDonald's bags from nights of fast food off the coffee table like a mouse, making sure not to crinkle anything too much. You don't want to stir him. Once clear, you walk around it, taking a seat on the edge of the couch by his feet -- hand reaching out to run comfortingly over his back. "Hi baby," you say softly, "It's me." He stirs, looking down to see you there, confused. He looks down at himself, same pajamas he's had on for three days, unshowered, unshaven. He's embarrassed, he never let's you see him when he's like this. Eddie's face crumples when the realization sets in -- it's not a dream and you're there, seeing his filthy trailer, seeing what happens when he's not okay. You're not supposed to see this, even when you're so sweet on him every time you do.

"What's goin' on, bub?" you ask in just above a whisper, "What're you thinkin' about?" His brows pull in, jaw getting tight when his nose starts to tingle with the start of a cry. His eyes water, shining in the light of the overcast through the threadbare curtains. One hiccup turns to two, and then he starts. "S'just been hard," he sniffles, "I'm just havin' a h-hard time." "I know," you soothe, still rubbing his back, "It's that time of year." "You sh-shouldn't be here," he shakes his head, shoulders shaking while the sobs start to over take him, "You kn-know I'm not like th-this." "Shh, I know, I know," you coo, climbing into the space between him and the back of the couch, squishing over him slightly, "I can help. I wanna help." He welcomes your body along his, you manuever so he's partly atop you, replacing the pillow with your torso. His face finds home in the crook of your neck, while you scratch at the top of his scalp the way he likes it.

"You smell good," he says wetly into your skin. "Thank you," you whisper. You both lay there for a little bit, letting him cry, letting him listen to the rain while it picks up outside. The living room gets a darker while the storm rolls further through the park and evening sets in. He settles after some time, your neck and shouler damp with his tears.

"I'm sorry," he says when he sits up part way, "I'm sorry you're seeing me like this...again." "I will always rather see you like this than any worse alternative," you smile at him, "I get like this too, you never make me apologize." "I know but I -- " "No buts," you shake your head, sitting up right to lean down and kiss him on the forehead, "Why don't you put a movie on and I'll take care of that laundry?" "No, no, you're not -- you're not doing my laundry," he says with an annoyed huff, "I can do it -- it's fine." "I want to," you assure, wiping at his cheek with your thumb when frustrated desperate tears start to spill from the pool in his eyes again. "It's not -- fuck babe, it's not your job. You don't have to take care of me," he complains, "I'm okay. I'm fine." "I don't think you're fine," you shrug, tilting your head to looking at him. His cheeks redden, you can tell he's stressed -- embarrassed to be crying in front of you, embarrassed by the mess. The rise and fall of his shoulders quicken while he takes stock of what needs to be done around him. "Hey, hey, look at me," you encourage, your palm skating over his stubbled cheek, "How about I do some laundry and if it makes you feel better you can take out the trash. Does that work?" "Angel, I don't want you doin' my --" "Would you like it better if I did your laundry...naked?" you smirk. He huffs a soft breathy laugh, a smile pulling on his while he wipes his eyes. "There he is," you murmur, "There's that smile I like so much." He sniffles, collecting himself for a minute before looking back up at you with sleepy, puffy eyes, "You don't have to do my laundry naked." "I can if you want," you offer with a joking grin, "If it'll make you happy." "You being here makes me happy," he whispers, "But I know you're just as stubborn as me so I'll let you start the laundry, but you're not doing all of it." "Okay," you nod, "And after I start the laundry I'll get the kitchen together f--" "Don't push it," he warns, leaning forward to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. You ease up off the couch, offering your hand to help him up. He creaks the way old men do, men who have seen too much before they were supposed to. He's unsteady when he stands, stiff with dehydration and lack of movement beyond the shuffle to the bathroom from the couch. Eddie pulls you into him, your face nuzzling his uncle's army tee softened from so many years of washing. Your arms wrap tight around him, thinking if you squeeze him enough it'll remind him that he's here with you and not wherever his mind keeps taking him. "Let's take a shower," you mumble against him, "We'll go slow."

"Am I gross?" he asks with a frown, you can hear his heart beat quicken from under his ribcage.

"No, but you'll feel a little better. I think, at least," you arms fall, hands sliding down to his, "I'll wash your hair for you." He loves that. "Okay," he nods, big brown eyes rounding -- admitting defeat, letting you lead the way he prefers to. The heat soothes his skin, the sharp twang in his muscles, the tension in his neck. He breathes in the steam, taking handfuls of water and splashing his face with it despite the sting. It's a hurt that feels good. That feels earned. You let him get a head start, a few moments alone to let the water heal whatever you can't. In the mean time, while he's not looking, you sweep up the glass in the kitchen and start a load of laundry. He knows you, his face a poster of unsurprised annoyance when you finally make it into the shower with him. "I know you cleaned," he says softly. "You love me anyway," you shrug, stepping close to press yourself against him -- skin hot from the water. "I do love you anyway," he nods, voice gruff and sleep soaked, crying vocal chords begging for something more. You suds him up, letting the water hit you in a waterfall as you step ahead. His eyes shut, heavy breaths taking over from crying while he relaxes further into your touch. He hums when you wash his hair, letting you baby him in a way he never was as a kid. You comb out his curls when they're wet with conditioner, massaging his scalp when you let it set in. He's always a little disappointed when it's over -- he'd offer to pay you to keep going. His bedroom is not in dissaray the way other parts of the trailer are. He never leaves mess where his guitars stay, where the amps are, it's the only place there needs to be order. You both step in with towels on, it's chilly from the window being left open, goosebumps raising on both of you at the wind. He still has some clean pajamas in his dresser, enough for both of you to wrap yourselves up in. He loves you like this, hot skin and refreshed, water still clinging to your eyelashes. The washing machine buzzes and you both turn, his hand reaching out to your shoulder when you go to switch it out. "Hey," he pleads, "I said you could start it, that's it." "Then come switch it out with me," you say, "Let's do it together. That's what I'm here for." A heartfelt smile flickers over his features, eyes shining with tears again from the shake up in emotions from your arrival in general. "Okay," he nods. You both pad in socked feet to the main living space, dressed in PJs in the middle of the early evening. The glow of the overhead lamp catches his wet hair, the glint of his silver chain, the wet slick of his lips. You switch out the laundry while he puts in another load, shutting the top down door with a tinny thud. You hoist yourself on it, legs dangling above the tile, heels rumbling against the cream coated metal. It's not long before his hands reach your thighs, leaning forward to catch you in a gentle kiss. "Thank you," he mumbles against your lips, "Again." "Anytime," you whisper, kissing him back, "Always."

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keen-li · 5 months

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Marmalade : PEEL

Series : ongoing

Chapter title : PEEL

Synopsis: in order to keep this secret you and jungkook have from your brother, your Brother's friend gives you a condition.

"I won't tell your brother aslong as we keep fucking"

its not like you don't want to. you get you keep the secret from your brother and also get to fuck jungkook

. can you say no?

fuck boy jk.

Brother's best friend jk

college student reader

Warnings: mentions of weed (not direct with ocs), suggestive, time skips, flashbacks, smutty, mentions of sex, pet names, usage of y/n, marmalade.

Word count: 8k

Your shoes hit the concert of the pathway rhythmically as you strut down campus. The music you're listening to aiding your confidence. Walking down this campus you need all the confidence you can get. You're not as fashionable as the girls around, so you need confidence to keep up. You don't feel the need to be fashionable anyways. Most girls do it for the guys, but It's just guys who spend their time in lame circles smoking weed and shit, don't even have a stable source of income. Nothing special to dress up for.

"But you should still try something new" the person you've been avoiding for three weeks now said to you.

You've been dodging jungkook like the plague recently. Hiding in your room for as long as you can when he's downstairs with your brother. Wearing a large hoodie to hide your face when you're in public, not like it does much jungkook probably knows that hoodie. Or even using another route when going home just incase he might spawn somewhere on the road. You even went as far as turning off your phone at night, knowing that's the time jungkook mostly texts you.

Ever since that night in the kitchen.

"I won't tell as long as we keep fucking"

He honestly has the audacity to blackmail you. You should've told him to fuck off, but you didn't. Instead you agreed.

Sigh.

It's not like you regret saying yes, its just the thought that jungkook might tell on you once he gets tired of you freaks you out. It's possible for him to grow tired and you know that, he's got so many options. You're nothing special to him, though it does feels like you mean something when he has his hands all over you. Whispering how much time he has before your brother's back. Usually 30 minutes. And he sure does make sure that time is used wisley, having you in all kinds of posi-

Beep.

You don't turn to look at the source of your distraction. But in your peripheral vision you see a car slow down next to you. You walk a little faster hoping it's not him. It is, his voice tells you that.

"You can't ignore me forever" his voice is muffled by the music that's playing through your ears, but you can tell that smooth cheeky voice through whatever sound.

You sigh and roll your eyes. You've been caught, no running now.

You muster up the courage to finally speak head still faced forward.

"What do you want jeon" you speak nonchalantly.

"Oooh, were using last names" he says feigning a scared tone. You scoff at him.

"Why don't you come to my place so we can hangout" he says one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm against the window frame elbow out the window. He's eyes don't leave your figure that doesn't seem interested him but he knows otherwise.

"No"

You can hear him sigh as his car slows down even more and so do your steps, unconsciously.

"I guess I'm going to have to text him" you stop in your tracks as jungkook threatens to pull out his phone.

"Or maybe I should just call" he looks at you as if asking which one he should chose. He's so annoying.

You finally turn to him and speak "Don't you dare" you warn.

"Get in then" he looks forward wanting you to get into his car. He must think he's in some 80s movie with the way he's sat in his car. You've been avoiding jungkook for a reason and you can't let your efforts be blown away, but damn he makes it so hard to say no.

"Put your seat belt on" he says as you slam his car door shut. You then give him a i-was-going-to glare.

Soon his car's on the main road as you both sit in silence. You try to distract your mind by staring at the moving objects but your mind still can't move from the man sat comfortably with his hand on the wheel. He looks like he wants to say something but's thinking it through.

"How was class?" He finally spits out, clearing the silence.

"It was okay" you say falling back into awkward silence. Why is it so awkward all of a sudden between the two of you. Is it the unspoken tension. Where is it even coming from you wonder. For you maybe it's the unanswered question of why jungkook would still want to fuck you. And for jungkook maybe its the fact that you've been ignoring him. He couldn't help himself bit wonder if he crossed the line with his demand from that night. Did he make you uncomfortable? Did he fuck it up? He couldn't help but wonder these things, he should've just asked you. But again how would've that made him look.

"Did you miss me?" He turns to look at you shortly catching you rolling your eyes making him grin.

"Why would I do that?" You spit

"Remember that call" you cringe at the thought. You accidentally butt dialed jungkook and when he called you back you clarified. You and jungkook only call each other when you wanna meet up, so when you butt dialed him you were afraid he might get the wrong message. But after his few teasing comments he let it go. Not completely though.

"It was an accident I told you" you whine complaining.

"On purpose? an accident?" He takes a turn "there's a very thin line"

You scoff. Maybe he is right. You kinda wish he fought a little harder on that call.

" 'Kay" is what is he told you when you said it was really a mistake. You were playing hard to get, couldn't he tell? Even if you were ignoring him you still missed him. Just the physicals though.

You're leaning against jungkook's kitchen counter as he re-enters his kitchen, after getting a change of clothes. You wish you could also have a change of clothes, these just smell of your lecture and you really don't want to be reminded of that.

"You should stop leaving your shit here" he says handing you something. when he walked in you didn't notice the little lip balm he was holding. He stretches his had out so you can get it but you just stare at it analysing the brand and the flavour. He nudges his hand so you can get it but you shake your head and he twists his face confused. Your facial expression is kinda fallen showing the disturbance.

"That isn't mine" you speak feeling a nudge at your chest. "I don't use that brand or that flavour"

Jungkook sighs realising what he's done. But his next statement doesn't show any concern for a disturbed you.

"I guess yuji left it here" he shrugs turning around and placing the cylindrical tube, that's now your enemy, on the counter next to you. You just wanna pick it up and throw it against his head. Why are you even mad? You know what you and jungkook are, you shouldn't feel this way. Maybe it's the way jungkook doesn't care and goes back to talking like there isn't tension in your chest.

And cause you don't want to make a fuss about things and make shit awkward you decide to follow suit and just talk like you don't have a lump in your throat. Iys not like its his job to care or know what you're feeling.

"Want something to drink?" He asks back facing you as he stares into the fridge. Why did he even bother putting on a shirt, that see through shirt isn't hiding shit. And your eyes can't help but wonder. Wonder across from shoulder to shoulder. Wonder around the muscles that flex cause he's now bending slightly to see what's at the bottom of the fridge. Wonder down his spine to his tail bone where his Calvin klein band peeks out. Wonder, wonder, wonder and too much wondering.

Jungkook turns to look at you for the answer and when he catches you drooling he chuckles.

"Got a thing for backs?" He asks sarcastically. He's body is now turned to you and he places the canned drink next to you, since you haven't answered him he'll just give you what he wants. You clear your throat and straighten yourself awkwardly, eyes wondering away from him now.

"I wasn't looking at you" you lie trying to save your already gone self respect.

"Yea right? And I'm still a virgin" you chuckle at his childishness. Can he blame you, he's got a great back. And you haven't seen it in a while. Those long hours at the gym finally showing through.

You both stand against the counters sipping your drinks from time to time. Jungkook stands by the counter opposite from you so you have a direct sight of his body.

"You should stop giving me rides" you say and jungkook's eyes meet your face confused. What's wrong he wants to ask but it sounds too intimate, so he let's his eyes ask the question.

"Don't you think someone will think there's something going on?" You say voice a little timid. Your eyes fling to jungkook when you hear him release a chuckle.

"Everyone one knows I'm your Brother's friend, so giving you a ride shouldn't be that big of an issue" he shrugs off your concerns.

"I get that but people still talk" jungkook nods acknowledging.

"But do you know your Brother's the one who asks me to give you rides" he starts.

"The ones with my car atleast" he say with that cheeky grin of his. You get what he's saying and you throw him a stop it glare. Which he does as he adjusts himself against the counter and takes a sip of the liquid.

You calm from your chuckles "I didn't know he asked you to do that"

Jungkook doesn't say anything as you continue to speak.

"But still I don't think we should be seeing each other whilst in public " Your body goes back to being freaking anxious. The way you say it makes jungkook laugh, and there he goes again diminishing your serious concerns.

"Y/n you're acting like I have my hands on you when we're outside" he's right. Why are you making it so dramatic, its not that big of a deal but you still don't want any stories going around. The last thing you want is rumours and giving your brother ideas which aren't true, well they are but your don't want him to take it into consideration.

"I know but still..." your eyes fall as you stare at your feet against jungkook's floor. Pretty floor.

Jungkook understands your concern, rumours spread like wild fire on your campus. If you didn't have the 'jungkook is my Brother's friend' card to protect you, you're sure the both of you would be under heat right now. Mainly you cause everyone would want to know who jungkook might be fucking. In these situations no one really cares about the guy they just wanna find the girl and see if her looks match up.

Yours don't , that's what you think. During this time that you've been hiding from jungkook, you've been thinking about the fact that jungkook is outta your league. Your not unattractive in anyway, and you know that especially when jungkook's expressing to you how attractive you are, though you think it's the sex talking. You aren't unattractive, it's just that you aren't someone who stereotypically people would think jungkook is sleeping with. You've never brought these concerns to jungkook cause he honestly doesn't need to know. Would he even care.

Though he has told you countless times that you are very beautiful, in many ways. By the way he looks at you, the ways he touches you and the way he kisses you. Its just something that you need to work on by yourself and you aren't gonna drag jungkook into it.

Jungkook watches how your fingers tap against the counter and he knows you're anxious. So to comfort you he walks to you and puts his hand over your hand , stopping it from racing. Your eyes move to the man standing over you and when your eyes meet he can see that you're overthinking. His hand is warm over yours, you don't bother to turn to look at it knowing it's safe under his hold. It's calms you how Jungkook knows how to help you when you're overthinking, even though he doesn't know what you're overthinking about all he cares is that you realise you don't need to especially if it's about him.

"That's okay... if that's what you want " he reassures. You nod.

Jungkook doesn't know why he comforts you or feels the need to, maybe it's the fact that he's your Brother's friend so he feels that kind of need to protect you from whatever. Otherwise he doesn't know why he does it.

He watches how your lips pout, they're slightly tinted red, he knowsit's probably your lipstick, and he's always wanted to tell you how good you look with it on. And that whatever flavour you use tastes so good. He just wants to taste it once more and remove that pout and sad look from your lips. And so he does.

But before your lips meet he's interrupted by the buzzing of his phone against the counter. He doesn't give any facial expression you can read, not even a hum or a sigh. He picks up the phone quickly wanting the call to end so he can kiss you. He should've just turned off his phone.

He looks at the caller Id and sighs internally.

It's yuji.

Jungkook gives you one last look. "I'll be back" he says as you nod and he walks out. You're left wondering if its your brother who's called him, and your heart is beating quickly. What if someone told him you got into jungkook's car? And he's calling jungkook to know where you are cause you're not home. Many theories run through your mind and you're gonna be fucked if any of them involve your brother.

You're theories are proven wrong when you hear Jungkook say,

"Yuji I told you I can't come today"

Yuji? You've heard that name on campus before. But for what. You think for a while then it clicks.

It's the girl that's always on jungkook, you've heard many rumours about them, which you've never told Jungkook about before cause its not necessary. He's probably heard all of them before and if he has he's never talked about them with you, that's not what your relationship is about. Its kinda stupid to call it a relationship but you need a word for it and that's the only one that comes to mind.

You've heard some crazy rumours about jungkook and yuji. Some are that jungkook is obsessed with her and won't let her get into a relationship and that he beat up a guy she was chilling with, which sounds like bullshit and unlikely. You don't know jungkook enough to know if he's the jealous kind, you haven't gotten a chance to touch those waters yet. And if he is you aren't sure if you wanna touch those waters. You've thought about jealous jungkook whilst in bed before, helps you get off, but you don't think you'll ever get to know if he is. Cause your relationship isn't anything serious.

Another rumour is that yuji is the one obsessed with jungkook, this one's more likely. Cause she can't bare seeing him talk to another girl or even mention another girl's name. You heard through the grapevine that she got a girl expelled for even threatening to fuck jungkook. Does she even have the power to do that? Well her family is well off, like very much. So maybe it is possible, childish but possible. It's funny how you learn everything through the grapevine.

Another rumour you heard, this one is the most shocking. You heard that jungkook got yuji pregnant and she had to abort it. Why does this girl bother jungkook so much, it bothers you so much. You just wish you could tell her to leave him alone, but you aren't in any position to do so.

Anyway, you didn't want to believe the rumour but it was so hard when during that week jungkook was acting off. He never hangout with your brother or even responded to any one of your calls. You didn't want to bug so you left it. But the question ate at you every time, especially when you were worried about jungkook. And shortly during that week jungkook had went out of town and when he returned he told your brother that he went to his parent's place. Seems like it was a good move cause he came back to his normal self, laughing and joking with you.

"Missed me?" He said the first time you talked to him after all that happened.

You really wanted to ask him what the actual fuck happened. Were the rumours true? Why was he acting so off and reserved? But its not like its any of your business. So you didn't, you just let the questions eat at you. You're just here for the fucks and gags.

After that one you stopped listening to the rumours, not any other one. Whether about jungkook, students or the ghosts on campus at night. You don't listen to any of them. Cause after the jungkook ones you were kinda disturbed, out of it if you can say. You don't even know why, you just didn't like how people go around talking about others lives. Especially if it's someone you know.

Jungkook's call seems to be taking long and you're getting bored and tired. So you decide to look around his kitchen, throwing your now empty can into the bin on your way around. It's not like you've never been in his house, you have but when you have you've been too carried away by his lips and touches that you didn't even bother looking around. And even after you're done you're too carried with getting out of his house and rushing home. You've never spent a night in jungkook's House.

"You should get home before your brother gets suspicious" he says shirtless laying on the bed chest still sweaty from your deeds. He watches as you get dressed. You know that'd he'd ask you to go home, so you never even bother to stay longer.

"Let me call you a cab" he says reaching for his phone and the sheets covering his manhood move slightly.

"it's okay I've already called one" you knew that this would happen so you called a cab already. Always be prepared. He doesn't walk you out to your cab, just says he's goodbyes and tells you to greet your brother for him, which is a cheeky joke he likes to make.

Whilst in the cab you wonder why it bothers you that jungkook isn't so affectionate afterwards. You kinda wished he'd atleast walk you out to the cab, you understand why he doesn't drive you home. But he could atleast walk you out to the door or even give you a little goodbye kis- you don't even know why you think of these things, it's the silence that encourages your thoughts.

Shit.

You grunt and curse at the pain in your toe, you just hit your toe on the cupboard. It hurts so bad and you hope jungkook didn't hear the sound or even your now wearing out grunts and curses. After you're done looking after your toe you decide to open cupboard right above your head. It's labelled 'MARMALADE' so that catches your attention even more cause its the only labelled cupboard.

Your hand grabs the handle gently and you open the cupboard. Once you do your eyes are met with the numerous glass bottles filled with an orange jam like substance. Must be marmalade like the label said, but why does he have marmalade and why so many bottles.

You grab one carefully making sure not to let it slip and fall, the last thing you want Is to break something in jungkook's house when you don't even know how he'd react.

You play around with the glass jar admiring the orange colour and sweet citrus smell, you don't like fhe citrus smell but it does smell good. You're lost in the brightness of it that you don't hear jungkook enter.

"Sorry that took long" you're snapped out of it when you hear his voice.

"Just got a call from..."

"Was it my brother?" You ask

"No"

"Then you don't have to tell me anything" you don't even know what he was going to say but you don't need to know. He hums and mumbles a 'you're right'

He places his phone back on the counter.

"I see you've found my marmalade" he says nodding towards the bottle. You didn't even realise you still had it in your hands. You chuckle.

"Oh yeah found a bunch of them"

"Hope you don't mind " you look at him for assurance. And he shakes his head no.

"Looks like you like marmalade" you say placing the bottle down.

"Mhm"

"Why?" You ask. It might be digging too much in his personal life but you're just curious. It doesn't matter if he answers or not....

"It just tastes good" safe answer he thinks.

You look back at the bottle picking it up and analysing it once more. You didn't notice before but now you realise that it's brandless.

"What brand is it?"

"I make it myself " he walks towards you and stretches his hand so that you give the bottle to him.

"Explains why you have so many of them"

"Wanna taste?" He lifts his brow to you but you shake your head.

"I don't really like marmalade" you confess and jungkook lifts he's hand over your head to open the cupboard. He places the jar back in its place and with his hands over your head he looks down at you and you up at him. And says in a whisper...

"Well you're looking at it like you wanna have a taste" he stares at you longingly trapping you between him and the cupboard. You feel small under his longing gaze. You love how even just by the way he stares at you you can feel the heat travel your body. Before he moves away he licks his lips that you've been staring at hoping he'd kiss you and like he can tell he chuckles.

"So you wanna try it or no?" He stares at you the fridge door open and an opened marmalade jar in his hands. He waits for your response.

It's not like you're allergic to it, why would hurt just to try it. Plus jungkook looks like he really wants you to try it.

"Sure" you agree, "couldn't hurt"

He closes the fridge and grabs a tiny spoon. He's now standing in front of you spoon digging into the jar, and when you see him scoop a large amount you hum in disagreement.

"What?" He looks at you

"That's too much" he looks at the spoon.

"It's not too much" it is too much.

"It is jungkook"

"Come on, you can take it." He moves closer to you moving the spoon to your lips. You move your head.

"It's too much"

"Come on baby you've taken much more" you scoff.

"That wasn't jam jungkook " he chuckles knowing it's true. "That's going to be too sweet" you nod towards the spoon.

"Plus I told you I don't like it"

He sighs. "Come on take it for me. You won't eat everything"

You look at him with a raised brow.

"Please"

It's not that big of a deal so you nod and open your mouth slightly, jungkook smiles and brings the spoon to your mouth. The sweet jam meets your lips and some goes onto your tongue. You can immediately taste the sweetness and citrus flavour.

Jungkook tilts the spoon wanting you to take everything. He's such a liar. When you realise what he's doing you start to hum for him to stop, but he doesn't, it amuses him actually. You turn your head away and in your struggle you cause some marmalade to fall off the spoon and into your open chest. You whine jungkook's name as you look at the drop of jam on your chest.

"Look at what you've done y/n" he says in a lecturing tone. Your eyes widen as you see him bend to your chest , his hands on both sides of you holding the counter.

"W-what are you doing?" You know what he's doing, and it makes your chest rise up and down at a quick rate. And now that he's by your chest you're sure he can see it.

"I'm cleaning your mess" he says and the way his eyes watch yours from under you makes you push your body close to him. He sinks in lower his breath now on your chest. His sleek tongue meets your skin licking the jam right off you, you lean your head back giving jungkook more room to roam.

"Sweet" he mumbles against your skin as he moves up to place a wet kiss on your neck.

"So how does it taste" he asks moving back to watch your flushed face. You even forgot about the taste of the marmalade, only remembering how jungkook felt against your skin.

"Uhh" you search your brain to see if it remembers what the marmalade tastes like. And after a hard fight to get through the thoughts of jungkook you remember.

"Not bad. Seeing that you made it yourself" he watches your face as you speak, finding joy in the way you say things.

"But i still don't like it " jungkook moves away from you, and you can physically feel the feeling of his loss of presence from you. You watch him as he takes back the jar.

"You will one day"

You roll your eyes at that. Nothing can make you like marmalade.

You and jungkook talk about somethings, nothing to deep. Just some Harry Potter stuff. You go back and forth arguing about some situations in the movies and you laugh at the opinions he has and he scoffs at some of yours. You never knew jungkook liked Harry Potter nor did he know you liked it too.

"I could've had voldemort on his knees in he first movie" you roll your eyes

"Oh please. You wouldn't survive."

"Have you even these?" He proceeds to flex his biceps for you and you burst out laughing showing him your pretty smile. Has he ever told you,you have a pretty smile. He joins you in your fit of laughter.

As you calm down from your laughter and have nothing else to laugh about or say, your mind begins to wonder why jungkook brought you here. You know why he brought you here but you don't know why he's taking so long with it, you thought licking marmalade off your bare chest was a perfect opening but he didn't use it. Most of the time it doesn't take long before both of you are at eachother. But today he's taken so much time that you've even gotten the time to talk about your personal hobbies, likes and dislikes. Which you haven't done before.

But you have enjoyed just talking with jungkook. Getting to know somethings you didn't before like he can make and likes marmalade or that he also likes Harry Potter. Its nice to just talk like this. But you want to know why he brought you here still. Does he just wanna chat?

"Anywany why did you bring me over " a little straight forward but you want to know. You don't wanna put your mind or any other vital organ in the wrong places.

"To hang out of course" he doesn't convince you and you keep a raised brow at him while he smiles suspiciously at you.

Hangout you did do. If you're talking about lips then yes you guys did hangout. You knew he didn't bring you here for fun and you're kinda happy that he got on with it immediately after you asked why he brought you to his home. You missed his touch, soft sweet touches like his marmalade.

And afterwards you left just like every other night. But tonight your thoughts are filled with wondering what other things jungkook might like.

You were chilling in the living room when jungkook came over to visit your brother. He tried to kick you out of the living but you refused.

"You found me here" you say. Your brother, kept bickering with you but you stood your ground. You notice jungkook chuckle at your bickering.

"It's fine maybe she's watching a good movie " jungkook says pointing to the movie you're watching and stopping your pointless arguing. Your brother sighs giving in, why didn't he just do that instead of arguing with you.

"Brought these" he hands you a bag and your brother a bag.

"What's this?" Your brother asks.

"Just some snacks"

"Thanks bro"

You can hear them talk in the background as you open the bag jungkook gave to you. Immediately you open it the citrus smell hits your senses and you scoff. You reach into the bag and pull out a sandwich in a clear zip lock bag. You analyse the substance in-between the bread.

Scoff.

You roll your eyes at jk and find him looking at you, winking when your eyes meet. You roll your eyes and scoff placing the bag onto your side. He really thinks you're gonna eat it, or make you like it. Instead you take the drink that was in the bag and take a sip of that instead.

You don't pay much attention to your brother and jungkook's conversation, your eyes focused on the screen. But your casually steal glances of jungkook hoping he doesn't notice.

Your attention is caught when you hear your brother mention a girls name. Seems like he's talking about a girl he has his eyes on. They keep talking about it for some time until you hear your brother say.

"What's the name of the girl you're fucking?"

The air in your lungs is swept out when your brother asks that question. Is he talking about you? If he was he wouldn't look this chilled about it. But you still feel kinda anxious cause what if jungkook says your name. So you look at him but he's eyes aren't on you but you feel like that grin on his face is directed to you.

"Yuji" your brother exclaims remembering the name. Jungkook turns to look at you with that smirk and watches how your face relaxes. He chuckles at that and turns back to your brother.

"Yeah that's her name"

"How is she"

"She's okay I guess. It's not like we're dating for me to care" jungkook leans back onto the couch.

"You and your fuckboy ways"

"Don't say it like that" jungkook chuckles "I'm not a fuck boy. I just don't commit"

Your brother gives a whatever-you-say hum. You start to feel a little awkward and weird in the room. You know jungkook doesn't commit but being reminded of it causes a pinch in your chest. You know better than to think anything more of what you and jungkook do. But it still kind of affects you.

"You can keep your badboy persona as long as you leave my sister out of it" you roll your eyes, why does he treat you like a child. It's so irritating.

"Don't worry..." jungkook turns to look at you, gaze filled with nothing but mischief.

"I'd never fuck or date your sister"

"You're bad for not eating my sandwich."

Jungkook speaks through your speaker. His voice low and you know he's laid back on his bed shirtless while a movie plays in the background. You know cause onetime on a video call he was in that same position, very distracting position.

"But you knew I wouldn't eat it" you say playing with the strings of your pajama shorts.

"Yes but I had hope you never hated me enough to not eat it"

You can hear him shuffle against his sheets. You chuckle

"You put your hope in the wrong places jeon"

As simple as your words are and unbeknownst to you, those words find a way to jungkook's heart.

You were right he did put his hope in the wrong places, he did it so many times and foolishly that he swore to himself he'd ever place his hope anywhere again.

"Gone silent?" he didn't even realise that until you spoke.

"Fuck no.."

"You just talk a lot. Was hoping you'd shut up"

You laugh cause you know he's just joking with you.

"I'll never shut up"

"If I was there you would " you can hear his cheeky and playful tone. If he was here you'd definitely shut up, even from across the phone jungkook's words always seem to find you and cause a swarm of butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

"Fuck off: you manage to say trying to hide the excitement caused by his words.

"Wanna come over" and the butterflies are buzzing at this point. You wanna say yes but you remember his statement earlier and you take this time to tease him.

"After you told my brother you'd never fuck his sister "

Jungkook's low and deep chuckle follows after and you feel the ripples it causes in you.

"What can I say...I'm a good liar"

"How do you think I'm able to keep our little secret?"

You roll your eyes at his cheeky and proud tone. He's so full of himself.

"I'll be there soon" you hear Jungkook hum before you cut the call and prepare an excuse like; I'm going to one of my friend's house. You don't even need to tell your brother where you're going but you do it just so he knows you're okay.

"I'd never fuck or date your sister"

Thay phrase has been playing on your mind quite often lately, you don't even understand why. Would jungkook really never date, did he say that seriously or was he saying that just for your brother. You know jungkook doesn't date but if he did, Would he date you? That's all you wanna know it's not like you care but you just want to know if you're date-able in jungkook's eyes. That's all you wanna know. That all.

"So you won't eat my marmalade sandwich but you'll eat that " you hear a voice speak and you don't even have to turn to know who it's for. Instead you turn your eyes to what you assume the voice is talking about. A chocolate donut.

"Just tastes professionally made" you say finally turning to the man standing by the table. He's in black sweats and a black hoodie. He always looks so good in that hoodie.

"These hands are professional babe... and you should know that"

You scoff at that and wonder what he's doing here. Since when does jungkook come to the café on a weekday.

"Maybe my marmalade isn't good?" he pouts. You know he's sad look is just a facade, jungkook never gets emotional around you and you're not sure how you'd handle it cause jungkook always seems like an emotionally well put together person and you admire that. He doesn't let things get to him or atleast he doesn't show it.

"Your marmalade isn't bad. I told you I just don't like marmalade" you take a sip of your coffee as jungkook watches you intently. His mind slips into a thought and he smirks at it before speaking.

"Why don't I show you how to make it and maybe you'd like it after" he straightens his figure making him appear even taller than he did before. Why is he so head in about making you like marmalade.

"At my place tonight" he says winking at you causing to smile.you wonder if he genuinely wants to teach you or its just an excuse to do your little shenanigans. You're still thinking about what he's just said and before you respond you're interrupted by a soft feminine voice calling out jungkook's name. He turns his to eyes the girl who latches herself onto jungkook's arm.

She smiles up at him and he smiles back at her.

"Okay maybe not tonight...but I'll text you when"

The smile you had on your face had been wiped off at this point. You didn't notice but you were glaring at the girl, if looks could kill she'd be dead. You're not sure what emotion is triggered in you but you know its not anything friendly. You were excited about the idea of going to jungkook's tonight and you were gonna tell him yes, after playing hard to get a bit. But this long haired mini skirt wearing chick has ruined it. Looking at her description, she must be yuri. Doesn't make anything better.

You hadn't responded to jungkook and the nudge on your shoulder reminds you to do so. You nod not saying anything, afraid that if you opened your mouth you'd spew profanities at her, so instead you just nod finally moving your burning gaze off of her. She hasn't noticed your look cause her eyes are either glued to her phone or to jungkook. She can't even bother to introduce herself. BRAT .

"OKAY see ya marmalade girl " he says walking away with the girl arm in arm with the food they just ordered.

You scoff. And after you do that you catch yourself. Why does it bother you so much, you don't care you shouldn't care. It just makes you a little mad, just a little. But you shouldn't feel this way, it doesn't matter whatever you feel, jungkook is never gonna change his ways and you should get used to that if you're gonna keep fucking jungkook.

Sigh.

You wish you hadn't said yes. Maybe it would've been better if your brother found out than you having to feel these unknown and unspoken emotions. Which are one-sided.

You've been unconsciously and unwilling waiting for the text jungkook promised to send you. Well he didn't promise but it did feel like one. He doesn't even need to call you over, it's okay if he's changed his mind. That's what you've been telling yourself.

Your heart has been on the edge this week, especially when you hear that little notification sound. But after two weeks, felt like forever, he finally seemed to remember his promise and texted you.

"Wash your hands" he says to you. "I don't know what you've been touching" you roll your eyes at him and glare at him. You should be the one telling him that. Seeing that you've been hearing about him and yuri together. You don't even mean to indulge yourself in rumours but you can't help it when you hear jungkook's name especially if it's side by side with a girl's name. Cause you might never know one day that girl's name might be yours and that's a day you dread. Even the thought causes your heart to physically ache.

Jungkook hands you an apron and you admire the little orange whirly pattern on it. Its so cute. Kinda reminds you of what a grandma would have in their kitchen. You'd never pin jungkook as the type of person who would care about having to wear an apron whilst in the kitchen, but by the look of things he looks like he takes it very seriously.

"Careful we don't want a bloody marmalade" he says noticing the way your hand slipped when cutting the orange. You really hoped he didn't notice but he did. You aren't usually the nervous kind in the kitchen in most situations you're usually what jungkook is right now in the kitchen, the teacher. But you do feel nervous under jungkook's gaze currently, that's what's making you so clumsy. He watches you so closely and you feel kinda suffocated by his presence even though he isn't standing so close to you. He doesn't need to be close to you to make you feel small and vulnerable under him.

"Why do you even like MARMALADE so much" its more of a rhetorical question to tease him for his interest in Marmalade so much.

"I don't know" he starts.

"It's just got a taste I can't find anywhere else" he whispers into your ear, you didn't even notice that he moved his lips to your ear, the waves of his sudden tone sending electric waves to your core. The way he says it so calm and sure almost like he's speaking to you but you know he's just talking about Marmalade.

You muster up the courage to only hum not knowing what might leave your mouth if you opened it. Maybe a plea for jungkook to just bend you over right here over his counter.

"Now that that you're done we can start" you didn't even realise you had finished, you're pretty sure jungkook watched you peel air for some time before deciding that he was amused enough by your lost look. He can tell what you're thinking, he knows when you get like that. And he loved watching your mind get lost in thoughts cause of him. He loved how your pupils would distance and you'd bite your lower lip thinking about him, he knew you were thinking about him. But he'd never dare tell you he knows cause he's afraid you'd might get shy and stop doing it, he knows you get shy sometimes and he likes it especially when it's him you get really shy for.

But he thinks you're so cute when you get shy cause of him.

Has he ever told you that?

It wasn't long after jungkook set the jam to boil that he had you bent over the counter pounding into you mercilessly. He couldn't hold in the burning feeling inside his lower belly anymore, with the way that shirt is hugging your breasts and the way he's been wondering if you're wearing his favourite panties inside those sweats of yours. You were. He loves these panties he kinda felt sad at the thought of removing them. So he didn't. He rubbed your heat and fucked you with your panties on.

You never knew how much of a turn on it was until now. Being bent over with your panties still on your face against his cold marble counter as he fucks into you.

A taste I can't find anywhere else.

He keeps thinking about that as you clench around him soon milking him for all he's got. Your little whimpers and whines guiding his movements. He smirks as pride rushes through his veins at your occasional call of his name.

"Since when do you like MARMALADE?" Your brother asks you watching as you place the little jar into the fridge.

"I don't like it, jk just gave me some of what w-he made... I'm not even going to eat it" you close the fridge, turning to face your brother who shrinks his eyes at you.

"Did you know jungkook makes marmalade?" You say chuckling remembering your reaction to when you first found out.

"I did " he says not sounding as enthusiastic or excited like you, then you realise you probably shouldn't be so excited about anything to do with jungkook in front of your brother.

"I'd never say this to his face but even though I don't like it, I think it tastes quite good." You shrug in your own thoughts.

He watches you like a detective trying to decipher your facial expression. He doesn't think much of it only wondering why you're getting marmalade from jungkook or how you even got to find out that he makes marmalade.

"Are you hanging out with jk now?" The question comes out sharp and brutal and it snaps you out of your thoughts, you turn to your brother who has his hands folded in suspicion.

"He just gave me some marmalade. What's the big deal?" You shrug it off hoping he doesn't pry. Did you fuck this up for you and jungkook.

"Don't get too close to him. He might be my friend but he will fuck you over if you get too comfortable" you know he's saying this cause he just cares about you and is trying to protect you. But he doesn't need to protect you from jungkook, you don't think jungkook would fuck you over like that. He might not be the most affectionate or open but you doubt he'd ever fuck you over. He's not like the other fuck boys you know, he's not even a fuck boy in your opinion.

But you do understand where your brother is coming from.

"I'm not even talking to him in that way. I don't even talk to him" your face grows sadder cause your brother is right, you can't put all your trust into jungkook, like you did the others, he might end up fucking you over too.

"That's how it starts. Plus he's my friend not yours" he says coldly as he walks out, his words prick at your heart and you're reminded of your place.

You never actually thought you and jungkook would come this far with your fucking around, you thought it'd be a one time thing but it ended up not being that.

Do you regret it? No.

You just hate how the after effects feel, the realisation and the effort you have to put in to hide it from your brother. It's been such a burden on you lately on your heart causing you to feel things you can't explain. You just wish jungkook wasn't your Brother's friend. In another universe maybe.

That night while having your nightly thoughts you got a text from jungkook.

[Jk] have you tried it yet?

You were glad that he was the one to text you in that moment especially with the way you're feeling, it's like he knows. But that's what you think he probably doesn't know and is texting you oblivious to your racing mind that always seemed to be calmed down by his presence even though he was the reason why your mind has been going crazy nowadays.

[You] Not yet.

you text back as soon as you can.

[Jk] why not?

[Jk] are you waiting to try it together?😏

And there goes the blush on your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach.

[You] That doesn't sound like a bad idea.

you hope you sound confident through this text cause you aren't feeling quite like it while sending it.

[Jk] should we the next time we hang out?

Hang out? He honestly shouldn't even call it a hangout cause you do anything but hangout. Maybe he should call it a pending fuck session.

[You] sure that will be great.

you hope you don't sound desperate.

[You] and can you send me a written recipe

you've wanted him to send you one for some time you don't even know why cause you aren't even interested in Marmalade.

[Jk] is marmalade girl interested in making marmalade🤨

You can hear his mocking tone from behind that text and you scoff sending him the rolling eyes emoji.

[You] No

[You] Just wanna know how to just in case

[Jk] just in case what?

You feel the conversation turn a little emotional.

[You] just in case I wanna practice making it and you aren't around.

That's bullshit and you know it, you never plan on making marmalade you just said that cause you don't have an excuse for that message you sent. Its like marmalade is the only way you'll ever get to know more about jungkook and so you're gonna use it. You should honestly take heed of the warnings your brother gave you.

Don't get too comfortable.

Honestly you shouldn't why the fuck do you even want to know more about jungkook. You should honestly just stick to fucking and calling it a night its always been better that way. You're not sure what other problems might arise from trying to get to know jungkook.

[Jk] I'm always gonna be around y/n

You'd honestly forgotten you were even talking about marmalade so when he said they it made a pull at a usual spot in your heart. A spot you left untouched and bruised.

[You] too sweet, you'll make it spoil

(Its a jam joke) you try and set the scene back to a comfortable and unserious one.

You know jungkook gets the joke when he sends you the laughing emoji

[Jk] I'll send you the recipe

[Attachment sent]

Open

Firstly peel your freshly washed oranges...

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weird-is-life · 5 months

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Hiii!<333 I had an idea for a Spencer x reader and ur my fav writer so here it is!!

Spencer’s best friend notices his light sensitivity and migraines but she’s partially deaf / hard of hearing (probably wears hearing aids) so whenever he can’t see something he reads it to her and whenever she can’t hear something he repeats it back to her😭 she also like massages his temples whenever he’s stressed and she’s just like an absolute cutie pie☹️❤️ thank you!! Feel free to make any adjustments :)

Hii, ty for the request! I'm sorry, it took me so long🥺 Hope this is okay. And thank u for loving my work, i appreciate it so much🥹🥹. Warnings: fluff, mentions of headaches, pet names, the reader has trouble hearing properly, (0.4k)

You are the first one home from work and the only thing you manage to do is to lay down on the couch.

Spencer comes some time after you and he's not doing much better. Work was absolute pain for him today, figuratively and literally. His head has been killing him since the morning, so it took him everything he got to get through the long work day.

You work day was as bad as his. You had trouble hearing all day, It was just worse than it usually is. Like your coworkers had to repeat stuff multiple times to you or you just nodded and went along with the conversation without even knowing what was being talked about.

Spencer flops down on the couch right next to you, face burying into the cushions, " hi."

You immediately pull him close towards you, craving the comfort of just simply being close to him.

"Hi," you whisper. You know, Spencer's in pain by just looking at him," is it bad?"

"Yeah," he responds groggily. He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes squinting.

"What's wrong?" he asks, observant as always. He can tell you're upset just by the little scowl on your face.

"My day sucked so bad, too. I couldn't hear anything properly for some reason today," you mumble into his t-shirt.

"Oh I'm sorry about that sweetheart," he kisses your temple," i wish I could be with you the whole day to repeat everything for you."

"Yeah, me too," you nod and you smile at this super sweet reply from him.

You wriggle out of his tight embrace to lay higher than Spencer. You do it, because it's the perfect position for massaging his temples and therefore easing his headache even if it's just a small relief.

With your hands on his temples Spencer immediately relaxes, almost going completely jello in your arms.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" Spencer says with a cheeky smile. He tells it to you everyday at least 5 times, but you are never tired of hearing those words.

"Yes, you have, but I don't mind hearing it again," you respond softly.

"Well, I love you, so much," he sighs in relief, small happy smile on his face.

"I love you, too," you reply.

You massage his temple while you tell him about your day. And Spencer's migraine slowly starts to go away, but his eyelids get heavier and heavier.

It doesn't take him long 'till he's fast asleep. You don't even notice it at first, only when you ask him a question and he doesn't reply, you do.

So you decide to let your eyes rest for a few minutes, too. But, well, the exhaustion of the day gets to you as well and you are out, away in a dream land soon enough.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff

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Don’t Let Me Love You | Chapter 10

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, Bai, mention of food

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

word count: 2,342

screenshot count: 3

a/n: halfway done, babes

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bonus content: memes part 1

“Y/n, can you come help me put the dresses on? I want to do a grand reveal for your mom.” Bai says the second you walk into the bridal shop. You finish your cafe mocha, courtesy of Felix, and toss it in the trash before heading towards the back of the shop.

You walk slowly through the shop, your hand grazing the beautiful white gowns. You always pictured that your first time in a bridal shop would be for your own wedding. Hell, you thought that you'd be buying a dress for your and Chan's wedding.

When you get to the back of the shop, Bai is waiting impatiently in her underwear. She's never had a problem showing off her body. You, on the other hand, felt self-conscious about wearing anything that showed off your stomach because of the scar that ran across it. The fact that she was just walking around in her bra and underwear without care annoyed you.

"I came in here earlier to pick out dresses to try on," Bai says, not even looking at you.

"Whatever gets me out of here faster," You mumble under your breath. You put your bag down in the corner of the room and go to help Bai into one of the dresses. One of the workers in the shop comes up to help and Bai shoos them away like they're a pest.

You watch as Bai steps into the dress and pulls it up. It's a beautiful white ball gown sprinkled with faux diamond embellishment. The back of the dress is a corset; untied and awaiting you to lace.

"So, how are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?" Bai asks as you tie the corset. You purposely pull too hard, earning a squeak from Bai. One of the dressing room attendants rushes to your aid and undoes your handiwork.

"Felix and I are fine, thanks for asking." You walk off to the corner of the room and watch as Bai gets laced up properly.

"Bet you were shocked when you found out, huh? I can give you some pointers. I know how to keep him satisfied." A smirk creeps on her face. You want to slap it off of her.

"How satisfied could you have possibly kept him if he chose me over you in the end?" You remark. You're taken aback by your own comment, you thought that you had said it in your head. The smirk leaves Bai's face and turns down into a frown. Her face is slowly turning red.

"Don't worry, babe. He'll get bored eventually. Chris did." She says sweetly. You ball your hands in anger instantly and rub your thumbs into the crooks of your pointer fingers.

"Okay, you're all set. Why don't we go show off this dress to your other guest?" The dress shop worker calls from behind Bai.

The three of you walk out to the showroom where your mom was waiting on her phone. Her head pops up when she hears you walk in. She drops her phone in her lap and brings her hand to her face. You roll your eyes at her reaction as you sit down next to her.

"So, Auntie, what do you think?" Bai asks your mother, who now has tears in her eyes.

"I know this is only the first dress, but I think it's perfect. Y/n?" Your mom turns to you for your opinion.

"It's a beautiful dress. The color is wrong I think. Maybe like a black or something. A scarlet 'A' at the very least." Your mother lightly smacks your leg to tell you to behave. You're not sure where this newfound confidence with Bai is coming from, but you don't exactly hate it. Especially watching her squirm when she can't respond how she normally would.

"Y/n, I know you're feeling left out. I picked out your dress earlier, why don't you go back and try it on so we can get the full effect?" Bai closes her eyes and gives you a fake grin.

You follow one of the dress shop workers back to the dressing room area, where she leads you to a smaller room. In the room, the most hideous dress you have ever seen is sitting on a dress form. You let out a distressed laugh and quickly pull out your phone for a picture and send it to the group chat.

Begrudgingly, you walk back into the showroom, where Bai is in yet another ball gown dress. She and your mother are speaking so intently, you feel like you're interrupting something. Your mother's eyes meet yours and nearly pop out of her head.

"Oh my gosh… Y/n, honey, you look… that dress--" Your mother stammers to find the right words.

The dress is way shorter than you would have liked, on top of all the extra unnecessary embellishments like the bow and random ruffle skirt.

"The dress looks so perfect for you! I made sure it was a different style from the rest of the bridesmaids' dresses so that people would know that you're the maid of honor." Bai beams, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"Thanks," You grumble.

"Oh, Y/n, I was just talking to your mom about this but I had the most wonderful idea the other day. Apparently, some brides gift their grooms something during the rehearsal dinner. I was wondering if you could sing a song for Chris since you have a beautiful singing voice as my gift to him." Bai says, fully turning to face you now.

You want to say no. To scream and throw a fit about everything. But the look on your mom's face stops you from doing just that. Instead, you plaster a fake smile.

"Sure, do you have a song in mind?"

"'Can't Take My Eyes off You.'"

***

You and Felix sit quietly on your picnic blanket, watching the paddle boats float down the Han River, your view being blocked temporarily by people walking or riding their bicycles. Your food lies between the two of you, mostly finished. The sun is slowly setting as soft pinks and harsh orange streak the sky. An almost picturesque view.

“She’s stealing my life.” You groan into your lap.

The two of you were just hanging out since you got out of the dress shop. You didn't intend for today to be another venting session, but your latest interaction with Bai fucked up your mood for the rest of the day. You just wanted to hang out with Felix like a normal fake couple for once.

"What did she do today?" Felix turns to you and places a hand on your back.

"Remember that wedding binder my mom mentioned at dinner two weeks ago? Well, she's taking all of the ideas from my pages. I realized it when all of her dress choices were ball gowns instead of mermaid cuts. And she's marrying the love of my life, so there's that. And for punishment for whatever the fuck I did, I have to wear the ugliest dress I've ever seen and serenade Chan for her with our song." You were choking back tears, the last thing you wanted was to give Bai the satisfaction of crying. She may not be able to see you, but she would know somehow.

"Your song? As in, your couple song?"

"Yeah. I can't even watch 10 Things I Hate About You without thinking about how that's why we chose that song and I'm going to have to sing it to him in front of everyone. And she told my mom about the idea first and she loved it so I can't even say no." You could no longer hold back your tears, they were silently falling down your face.

"Sing it to me," Felix says simply.

"What?"

"I'm your 'boyfriend' and I'll be there, so sing the song to me. Just look at me in the crowd. I would suggest that you don't sing the song at all, but since you have to, singing it to me might lessen some of the pain." You lift up your head and turn to Felix, your tearful eyes meeting his soft ones.

"Lix, I don't know. I don't think I can sing it at all--"

"Can I ask you something?" Felix brings his hands to your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

"W-what? Yeah, I guess." You sniffle and look at Felix confused.

"Why do you even still talk to Bai? She treats you like shit and all of this is clearly taking a toll on you."

"That's...a long story that I really don't want to get into right now. But I can tell you that we used to be super close and that despite that, Bai's behavior towards me is still normal."

"That doesn't make any sense. How could you two have been close but she still treated you like how she does now?" You take a deep breath and sit up, Felix's hands drop from your face.

"Our moms were really close, even for sisters. For a while, it was only Bai. My aunt didn't want any more kids and my mom was having trouble conceiving so for a while, Bai was like their daughter. And then by some miracle or curse, my mom had me. If you ask Bai my birth ruined her life, she's literally hated me since day one."

"Jesus,"

"I know. Anyway, our moms raised us like sisters so we could be as close as them. We did everything together, but everything wasn't perfect. Bai always wanted what I had. It started off with like toys or clothes. If she didn't have it or if she wasn't getting the attention she wanted, she would throw a fit. And a lot of the time I would just give it to her to shut her up."

"So you've always been like this?"

"Unfortunately. When we got older, it shifted to boys. If I even mentioned I had a crush on someone, she suddenly had a crush on them too and they would kiss or start dating or something. She got worse after her parents died, she wanted my parents' attention too and I let her have it."

"Y/n--"

"Chan was the one person in the whole world that was mine and I wasn't going to give him to her like everything else. I kept him a secret from her for a while too. But I guess that didn't matter, Bai always gets what she wants."

"Not always," Felix chimes.

"What are you talking about?"

"She doesn't have me. You have me."

"Just until the wedding."

"We can remain friends after the fact. I like having you around, despite it only being a few weeks. I feel like I've known you forever." Felix wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in, placing your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence once again. The sky is more orange and dances across the water like fire. The sounds of children screaming in joy and couples laughing fill the air.

"Can you tell Hyunjin to stop being mad at me," Felix says suddenly.

"He won't be mad forever. He's just upset because he thinks that you knew Chan was cheating on me back then."

"I didn't-- I only knew that Bai was cheating on him."

"I know. He's felt guilty about introducing me to Chan ever since I found out about him and Bai. He'll get over it soon, but I'll talk to him."

"Thank you," He hums.

Silence falls between you again. You take in the silence and the peace and Felix's scent. Despite the two of you being outside for hours, he somehow still smells like coffee, cinnamon, and sugar. For some reason, it brings you comfort.

"I wish I met you instead of Chan." You blurt out.

"No you don't," Felix responds quickly.

"Yes, I do. We both could have avoided all of this and be so much happier for it."

"Hmm, it might have been worse. I was a mess back then. It's how I wound up getting involved with Bai in the first place. Past me probably would have ended up hurting you more. Hell, it might have even turned out this exact same way.

"I don't believe that." You lift your head off of his shoulder and stare at him.

"Relationships didn't matter to me back then. I just wanted to have fun. I would have just ended up hurting you, I can guarantee that. Despite the circumstances, I'm glad I met you now that I have my shit together."

"I'm glad I met you too." Felix finally turns to you. A grin so wide on his face that his eyes are like little half-moons.

You're not sure what it is-- his deep voice, his scent, or the lighting on his face from the fading sun that makes him glow more than he usually does-- but you can't take your eyes off him. Your eyes briefly look at his lips, soft and oh-so pink, before you find yourself leaning in. Your lips press into his gently, as if he'd disappear if you added more pressure. Felix has no such fear and presses into your lips. Before you could even process that he was kissing you back, he pulls away suddenly.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what--"

"Y/n, it's okay,"

"I should go, it's been a long day." You sit up and scramble to pick up all of the food trash that you two had.

"You don't have to go. I wanted to kiss you back, trust me I did but I don't think now is the right time. Your head isn't in the right place."

"Yeah, no, you're right. I'll see you later Felix." You keep your back turned so Felix can't see that you are crying again, this time from frustration.

"Y/n, please don't go." Felix reaches out for you and you pull away before leaving him alone on the blanket.

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Buy me a coffee?

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eris-snow · 3 months

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Hiiiii!! I hope you’re doing well ^^ this concept has been plaguing my mind for DAYS. listen. Mute reader joining class 2A where bakugou has already started going deaf from his quirk. AGH I swear it’s so cute I’m already dying, probably angst to fluff type stuff idk ur the boss here :3

(this is my first time requesting I hope I’m doing it right lol)

Oh you're so sweet! Don't worry about requesting your request was so cute 🥰

But YES, this is such a good headcannon 😭😭

Katsuki would think that you're way too quiet, and imagine his surprise when you start signing to him.

He'd just gotten back from the hospital after a particularly shitty injury, so he wasn't there when you were introduced to the class

He didn't know that you were mute, so when you camd rolling up to the dorms, all he saw was a way too quiet girl holding a way too big box for your size.

You must be the newbie, Katsuki sighs, squinting at you. It takes him five seconds to realise that your quirk wasn't strength based, and 10 to realise you had 5 of those big ass boxes to get through, before he kicks off the couch to help.

It's fine. He's been through this, he's gotten help. He can talk to people without brandishing insults now.

"Jeez, pass me that, you freak,"

Head, meet hard wood.

You, however, don't seemed fazed at all. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief, happily passing him the box and taking another one to carry to the lifts.

He's almost glad you don't say anything, because at least then, he doesn't have to go 'SPEAK UP, NERD' on ten different occasions. He wasn't wearing his hearing aids, after all.

When he does finish helping you, you're bowing to him profusely, and to his utter surprise, you lift your hands and start signing to him.

Do you know handsigns?

He almost rolls down the stairs.

Yes, Bakugou signs back. You bow at him again, and Bakugou feels giddy.

Thank you! I'm sorry if you found it rude when I didn't respond, but I am mute. I appreciate your help, Bakugou-san! I hope we get along !

And that's how Katsuki gained a new friend.

Oh and don't forget about the silent conversations.

Besides Deku, you were the only one fluent in handsigns and Katsuki took full advantage of that.

Just imagine, 20 odd class mates and no one knowing what words being exchanged between the two of you.

Communication is the one of the most important thing on the battlefield, and the scariest thing was that Bakugou was starting to have difficulty doing that, patrol or not.

For some reason, having someone who understands that fear makes Bakugou feel just a little bit more stable.

On paper, your disabilities should hinder your ability to get along, but like how two unlike poles attract, you get along swimmingly. Communication, which is supposed to be one of the most difficult actions to carry out is so smooth with Bakugou it's basically telepathy at this point.

A glance at you.

Oh, you want your protein shake.

A gesture to the teacher.

Oh, you need help with a question.

A middle finger...("Oi, Bakugou that wasn't a handsign-WAIT WAIT NO DON'T-")

Means a dead Kaminari.

And for some reason, even if Katsuki can never hear your voice. Even if you can't ever tell him how much he means to you, you'll stand by his side even if the world tilts sideways, or be the first at his door when his nightmares overtake him.

You'll be the first to guess what's one his mind and stand by him no matter what.

After all, actions speak louder than words, don't they?

#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #mha angst #angst #requests #request

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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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I wrote this last night but I still kinda want these to have their own posts. No writings tonight; my head aches from irl stress.

@pillowspace

It's... after.

You had funny little names for the loops before, jokes for yourself to deal with the ever increasing dread that you would never figure out the trick to get out of them. You don't name this one. The creeping dread you feel when you remember is enough.

You almost don't go that first day. You love them, you know them, you know that couldn't be their default, and it's only the bright, fragmented memories of that first meeting that drags you out of bed and getting there nearly an hour late. No one really cares that you're late. You're a warm body, and that's all Fazbear Entertainment cares about.

It's easier when the kids are around and awake. You don't think Sun notices you avoiding them, avoiding the dark spaces where he might change. Avoiding those long, delicate, powerful fingers that make your throat close up without ever touching you. Despite the lack of bruises you're driven to wear turtlenecks, close fitting layers that can't be grabbed. You think about trying to get in shape but what's the point? It'll just reset.

You'll just reset.

He had warned you, you reason with yourself during naptime. You're hiding behind the security desk. It's still early, Moon is still allowed to come out if you're there, and he's checking the children. You are pretending to be on your phone, but you are uncomfortably aware of where he is at all times. But you must've dozed off, just for a moment, because there's a sudden tug on your hat as it catches on your hair. You open your eyes and recoil.

They're not supposed to be able to reach you back here.

Moon doesn't know how to react when you move out of pure panic, shoving away from the security desk, the chair catching on some phantom nothingness so it falls over backwards and none too gently tips you out. You crawl back, against the wall, staring at Moon as your heart beats rabbit fast, and it's panic, panic, panic, cold and hot and you need to run.

"It was a joke," Moon says, and he puts down your hat and backs away, hands up. Long, delicate fingers, made for storytelling and puppets and changing soiled clothes.

Your throat hurts. You close your eyes and cover your face with your hands, willing the panic to go away.

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It's after.

You're sitting in your bedroom. The curtains and blinds are open, letting sunlight pour over you and the nest you've created of blankets and pillows in the middle of your bed. There's mugs on the nightstand with your phone and a small day by day paper calendar, the days past torn and crumpled and scattered on the floor. You don't have your hearing aid in. You've barely left bed since the loops broke.

Sun enters, and if you were yourself, you might've laughed. He looked silly, wearing an oversized shirt with a photorealistic kitten on it and his striped jester pants. He's carrying a new mug, and you can smell the tea, chamomile and cinnamon maybe. He offers it to you and you take it mechanically, sipping and scalding your lips and tongue. You feel the heat sliding into your belly, but there's no taste.

Sun sits next to you, the bed shifting, gravity drawing you into them. They weren't built for this world, of human sized rooms and doors, and already there were little scrapes and scars in the ceilings and trim from Sun's rays when he would move without thinking. It wasn't the daycare anymore, and he looked as out of place here as you had felt over and over again.

It's hard not to flinch when he reaches out to you, and you can see it hurt him, hand held midair before it lowers to his lap to fidget. You ought to comfort him, but it's hard to move. Like you're swimming through molasses.

We're sorry. Sun is signing. The one good thing about the loops was you'd finally learned more sign language beyond fingerspelling or hello. Of course they were fluent. We've been remembering and the times we, Moon...

You don't let him say it. You grab at his hands, squeezing them, movements clumsy as you stretch and overexert yourself. You're off balance, painfully stretched, but they catch you, adjust you until you're in their lap, a hand between your shoulder blades, the other held in your own small hands against your chest.

His fingers rest mere inches from your throat and there's still a dull panic, somewhere deep, deep down when you still felt things beyond exhaustion and whatever it'd been driving you forward. But mostly there's comfort. These hands that'd taken care of children, that'd killed you who knows how many times... now they held you so gently, bringing you close to their chest where you can listen to the quiet hum of their mechanics, closing your eyes as fingers curl around your hands.

The sun shines through the window and Sun cradles you in his arms and you know you're safe, you know those hands will protect you until you come back to them.

You'll come back to them. You will.

#time loop au #dca #guess you need dopamine to give other people dopamine

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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Hello! I am here with a humble request:

Could you do how the M6 would react if the MC was hard of hearing and had to wear hearing aids? Love all of your work btw!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is hard of hearing

~ I'm honored, I will do my best, and please don't hesitate to call me out if I make a mistake. I've had a few hard of hearing friends and I did a little research, so here you go & I hope it's good! - brainrot ~

Julian

This man speaks loud and this man speaks fast

After the first few requests to slow down he becomes much more mindful of his speed, but as soon as he gets excited about something he's back to running his mouth as fast as he can

Very good at talking to you in noisier situations because it's an excuse to lean into your space and speak next to your ear

Unfortunately, if it's a conversation about something he's passionate about, he'll forget everything and talk over people constantly

Already knew a little bit of sign language for his hard of hearing patients, dedicates himself full-time to learning it after meeting you and is a fast learner

Being a musician, he has nimble fingers and no difficulty signing quickly

The only issue is when, again, he gets excited about the thing he's telling you about, and his signing gets super fast and sloppy to the point of being flat out frantic

Super relieved when he learned that you have hearing aids. It means he can still make you swoon with his vielle

Don't get shiny hearing aids. Malak won't be able to resist the temptation and he will steal them for his nest

Asra

They already have a bad habit of mumbling things under their breath or into your clothes, and they're naturally soft-spoken in general

You are going to have to ask him to repeat himself constantly. He'll thank you for the reminder each time and often feels bad for being so quiet

On the plus side, they started learning sign language from the moment they met you, and has been fluent for years now

He does take advantage of this to sign at you over a customer's shoulder and try to make you laugh at inappropriate times

Super tuned into your comfort levels

Crowded area? They're holding your hand and sticking to the edges

Noisy space is getting overwhelming because your hearing aids keep picking up all the background noise? He has the case and will hold them for you if you need to take them out for a bit

You'll never have to worry about them talking over anybody else, they're slow to speak as it is and rarely interrupt

Faust is so smug about being able to speak straight into your mind

She has been known to talk to you while your hearing aids are out so you can't notice Asra calling you, just to mess with him

Nadia

So easy to understand when she speaks

It's the years and years of public speaking. She always speaks at a measured pace, perfectly enunciating her words, with a noticeable but appropriate volume

Very mindful of including you in her conversations and is quick to ask others to slow down and speak one at a time

Quick to pick up basic sign language

As soon as she feels like it's okay, she'll ask you so many questions about your hearing aids and how you use them

She's very fond of tinkering with things, if you have an old pair she'd love to take them apart and look at how they work

Will also ask if they're the sort of thing that you'd like to have more than one pair of

If the answer is yes, she's getting you different types to play around with and might even try modifying them herself (with your permission)

Will find ways to style them. Don't ask how. But she managed to put together a whole ensemble around them once

Always double checks if you have them in or not so she knows how best to communicate with you

Still worries about you sometimes, and will send Chandra to check on you if she knows you're going somewhere loud or crowded

Muriel

He speaks slowly. He never interrupts. He's infinitely patient. And ... he hates being loud

Being around you and communicating effectively requires him to listen to his own voice instead of mumbling, and it's uncomfortable, but deep down he knows it's a good habit to get into

On the other hand, he adores sign language

Communicating with his hands? Without noise? Sign him up, this is the best thing he's ever learned about and he's fluent in it sooner than either of you expected

Often prefers using sign language to communicate his thoughts and opinions when saying them out loud makes him anxious

Very careful around your hearing aids and handles them so delicately. He's terrified of crushing them somehow

Didn't really appreciate what your hearing aids do for you at first (all that loud noise being muffled sounds like a blessing to him) until you mention that they let you hear birdsong and water

Now he's infinitely grateful that you have them and will specifically request that you wear them to the spots in the woods where the sounds of nature are the most beautiful

Inanna likes to pant next to your ear when your hearing aids are in, just to annoy you

Portia

She speaks even more loudly than her brother, unless she's in a situation where she has to use her palace diplomacy skills

And like her brother, she also speaks quickly

Generally pretty good about slowing down a bit when she speaks to you without sounding patronizing or impatient

She spends her life in the middle of loud crowds and excited people talking all at once, so when she wants to talk to you she'll just pull you into a slightly quieter corner

If anyone gets remotely frustrated or impatient with you when you have a hard time understanding them she will beat them up, no matter who they are

Had a very difficult time learning sign language at first

She has a hard time tracking which part of her sentence she's in or keeping her vocabulary straight when it's so quiet

Mindblown when she sees you speaking and signing at the same time. Once she switches over to doing that she learns a lot faster

So on top of things with your hearing aids. Always has spare batteries and will remind you to take them out every night

Pepi is so annoyed that meowing in your ear doesn't work to wake you up for breakfast as well as it does on Portia

Lucio

He's so used to being the center of attention and addressing large groups of people that he's surprisingly easy to understand

This guy loves loud, busy places and fast-paced conversation. Is it even interesting if there aren't multiple people speaking at once?

He's happy to repeat himself as many times as he needs to, but it takes a while for him to notice the way his preferred spaces make it more difficult for you to follow along

Will tell other people to speak clearly two minutes into the conversation before it's even necessary

Did not have the patience to learn sign language at first. Does he think it's cool? Yeah! Does he want to speak to you easily? Yeah! It just takes more effort than he has the attention span for

Until you teach him how to swear

He loves to swear

Lights up like a firework the first time he uses bad language in sign in public and can't get corrected by anyone but you

Now he uses it all the time. He likes to think of it as a secret code for just the two of you, and it's especially useful on jobs

Taking the hearing aids out is a blessing in disguise when Mercedes and Melchior have their nightly howling sessions

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indouloureux · 2 years

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So, I'm totally for the one when the reader is being all supportive of Joseph Quinn and "fuck the haters" when he gains weight, but goddamn it, what about us??? The reader – probably a girl because beauty standards plague us worse – would probably be waaaay more likely to end up like that situation. The man can cook his ass off from what we understand and clearly doesn't skimp on the fine dining. Just thinking about the relationship weight is giving me anxiety. (Don't judge me. I was a teenager in the early 2000s. I'll never have a healthy body image.)

tl;dr: Being deliriously happy with Joe has resulted in weight gain. Your self-worth is inversely affected.

the thing about people and difficult ass beauty standards is yes!! it's hard to feel like you're normal when people have these standards that you "need" to have for you to feel like you belong. it's annoying af and like the people who even say that shit don't even look good themselves

anw enjoy this honey — tw: body image??

the thing that you both hate and love about him is how observant he can be.

he knows when you're upset about something, and he can easily get rid of that frown off your face. he knows when you don't want to talk about it and he can just hold you until you tell him; he knows when something entices you or when something bothers you, and he knows damn well when something's wrong.

patient, he took his time. he watches you from afar, sees how your excitement hinders every single day you come home from work to see him cooking in the kitchen. and there's this painful squeeze in his chest when he doesn't see the anticipating glint in your eyes anymore; when he sees you visibly debate on something he can't fathom. he's only ever good on reading your emotions, anyway.

(reading your mind? still something he needs to master.)

what concerned him more was when he caught you staring at yourself in front of the mirror for too long. eyes dull as if you were in a daze, even though you've got your eyebrows furrowed like you're glaring at yourself. when he'd approached you, wrapped his arms around your bare waist and asked what was wrong, you said that it was nothing, that you thought your shoulders were too slump. joseph knew it was a lie, and opted to lay beside you on the bed quietly as he watched you observe every ridge of your blunt nails.

then when you both went out and ate a bowl of salad and that only. and when you refused to wear your own shirts and wore his because they were larger than you (it's unusual because you wore it to work); when you've eaten half of what he cooked and he ended up feeding the rest to the stray dog outside your home.

things he noticed, observed, and he's had enough of just watching and waiting for you to speak; had enough of watching you hurt yourself without no one to aid when he's right there — the man who's come to sage your breaking heart.

joseph hears your slow and heavy footsteps from outside the hallway, the clinking of your keys as you shove it into the keyhole and twist to open the door. he sets the spatula down, turns the stove off before he's wiping his hands on his thighs and leaves the kitchen to see your tired structure.

and despite your intramural battle, his heart warms when he sees your relieved smile once your eyes settled on him and his cute apron. you kick your shoes aside, keys thrown to a small bowl aside. joseph opens his arms, where you desultorily fall into. your ear right on his beating heart, his arms encasing you like a coat in a rainstorm, all warm and loving as he pulls you to his chest as you let out a deep sigh.

your forehead rubs on his chest. "hi, joey."

"hi, honey," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "how's work?"

he senses you tense a bit, only for the rigidness on your shoulders to dissipate when his thumbs caress the nape of your neck. "'s fine. boring. but it was alright. everyone's being..."

judgy he expects you to say. what you want to say.

"being knotty...? they've got a stick up their ass for some reason."

joseph laughs, letting his hands run through the knots in the silk of your hair. "that sucks, love," he jesters, unwrapping an arm around you to guide you to the kitchen.

"what'd you do today?"

"a bit boring too," he takes your bag, setting it aside and rubs the sore spot it left. "cleaned a bit. worked out. and um, cooking."

he should have expected for you to break away from his grasp ever so slightly when he said that. joseph sees your eyebrows raise, weakly reaching up the cupboard to take a glass out. "how long you've been cooking?"

"twenty minutes," he answers, watching you pour yourself a glass of water. he sees the way you drink it in three large gulps, hurried with a shaking hand. "it's done now, though. want to eat?"

you shake your head. his chest pangs. "not. not now. i-um, need to go to the bathroom. 'm not hungry yet."

joseph blinks, gently taking the glass from you and places it on the sink. "yeah sure," he says, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to the bathroom inside your room, hands massaging the tension off. "tell me when you want to eat, yeah?"

nodding, you press your cheek on top of his knuckles before you shrug them off and disappear behind the door. and he waits patiently on the bed until he hears the door unlock, seeing your face wet with the collar of his your shirt damp, half your makeup off as you gently wipe your skin with a towel.

with his hands on his lap and a small pout on his face, he sees you grab a shirt of his and your own sweatpants, leaving to disappear behind the bathroom once more. which deepens his frown 'cause you never change there. it was always out here in the bedroom, in front of the mirror while he watched. and the sight of you about to open the doorknob makes him sit up and stand to take your wrist into his hand.

"where you going?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "to the bathroom."

"but you never change there."

"yeah well...you're here..."

a squeeze on his heart. "alright, honey. come on," he takes your clothes off your hands, gently setting it on the bed as he tugs on your hands. you watch as he sits down on the thick mattress, his legs on either side of your thighs, hands tight on yours.

"jo," you chuckle. "i'm gonna get changed. i smell," you sniff your shoulder. "a bit. i smell like rain."

"don't care," he kisses the back of your hands, closing them around his and tucks them beneath his chin. "what's up, bug, hm? you've been sad these past few weeks. you've rarely eaten."

you rub his chin with your thumb, feigning incredulous laughter as if you've got no clue what he's saying. "what are you talking about? i eat. like, everyday."

"yeah, but not alot like you used to," joseph pouts. "is it my food? my cooking's not great these days?"

guilty, you coo silently at the sight of slight shame on his face. "no, honey. cooking's amazing. always been. 's just that..."

there's a pregnant five second pause of you staring guiltily into his eyes that look up at you. joseph's still got your joint hands beneath his chin, your knuckles feeling up his growing stubble. his eyebrows raise as if to say "go on," but your silence meant that you're hesitating. and he beats you to it.

"lovie, you know i won't judge," he gently breaks away from your hands to untuck your shirt. your hands fall limply to your sides as his run up the delicate silk of your top, until his fingers trace your collar. "come on. talk to me please."

a plea that's almost a command. your hands wrap around his wrist when he begins unbuttoning your shirt, eyes still on his that waits for you to speak.

"'just felt like i've gained weight," you murmur when he's at the second button. "i heard some of the guys during lunch how-...how my thighs are bigger than usual. or how my shirt got tighter or how my cheeks have- have grown. or something. i dunno."

it's like his whole body shrinks from how tight your words had gripped his chest, and he wonders how you felt after your confession. by the time he's at the second to the last button, you stop him by grasping his hands tightly. "aw, love,"

"it's probably just stupid—"

"stupid, what?" he scoffs, his hands leaving to place themselves on your waist. "it's not stupid, baby. it's your feelings. it's your thoughts. this will never be stupid," you run your hand through his hair. "how long has this been going on?"

"couple weeks," you mutter, playing with his curls as your shoulders rise and drop into a dismissing shrug. "maybe a month. 's why i haven't really eaten much. sorry if you thought i hated your cooking,"

"no no no," he unbuttons the last buttons, where you allowed him to push his shirt back to expose your bare stomach. "honey, nothing's your fault. it's theirs. you look the same to me, lovie,"

his warm hands caress your stomach, running up and down onto your thick flesh that he rests his chin on. you smile lightly, your throat aching. "i feel, i don't know, like something's wrong. i'm—" you swallow thickly. "like i'm fat, or something."

"you're not fat," he kisses your stomach, nuzzling his nose right above your belly button. "you're the same. you're still you. ignore what they say, honey, they're stupid." joseph looks up at you. "you're beautiful."

"i said i was fat not ugly."

"still beautiful. let me compliment my darling,"

you laugh when he keeps on pressing soft kisses on every part of your stomach with muffled groans. "joey,"

"you are amazing," he squeezes your thighs. "you're not fat honey. if you gained weight, then there's nothing to be ashamed about it, is there," he wrinkles his nose at you. "still beautiful. still accepted. people may not like you but i do. you don't need to care about what they think, eh?"

you take his face into your hands and squeeze his cheeks. "honestly, the whole weight gain thing just means i'm happy with you. fuck whatever they say, right?"

"right," he shakes your thighs. "fuck them. they probably have receding hairlines. 'bout to go bald and they're not even fifty."

you snort, leaning down to tilt his head up and press a feverish kiss on his lips. joseph hums, his hands tight on the back of your thighs. "that was mean," you murmur against him.

"well they were meaner," he kisses your stomach again. "whatcha say, huh? let's eat?"

his heart flips when he sees you nod.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 2 months

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‎‧₊˚✧{danny's masterlist}✧˚₊‧

ok it's finally here, i have been meaning to make a masterlist for so long and now it's happening. also note that this masterlist is only gonna be fandoms and characters i have already written for! you can send me a quick ask to see if i write for a particular fandom!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Matthew Murdock

delicate - t. swift “is it cool that I said all that? / is it chill that you’re in my head?"' notes: my first ever fic! risque but not smutty

dress - t. swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off." summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. notes: smut, fem!reader (head warnings)

blank space - t. swift "so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain" summary: your dad makes your life horrible. matt can make it worse. notes: angst, fem!reader, dead dove: do not eat (head warnings)

the lakes - t. swift "take me to the lakes/where all the poets went to die/i don't belong/but my beloved, neither do you." summary: your hearing aids run out of battery, and you're forced to struggle through a day of ringing ears and being deaf. matt helps, as he always does. notes: comfort, hoh!reader

moon song - p. bridgers "and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands" summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you? notes: angst, male!reader

born to die - l.d. rey "choose your last words, this is the last time/'cause you and i, we were born to die" summary: as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one. notes: angst, wife!reader, HEAD WARNINGS!

black friday - t. odell "i wanna go party/i wanna have fun/wanna be happy/could you show me how it's done?/ you look so pretty/pretty like the sun" summary: you have a list of things to do within a year of living in new york. matt helps you check everything off- oh, and you fall in love with him, too. it's not on the list, but you do it anyways. notes: fluff, fem!reader

false god - t. swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips" summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. notes: smut, hoh!reader

we're in love - boygenius "will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane?/i know what you'll say/but it helps to hear you say it anyway." summary: when your past finally catches up to you, matt truly learns what 'in sickness and in health' means notes: angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

peace - taylor swift "the devils in the details/but you got a friend in me/would it be enough if i could never give you peace?" summary: tinnitus, buffalo chicken pizza, and objections. what more can you ask for from matt murdock? notes: fluff, hoh!reader

enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land" summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. notes: SMUT!, fem!reader

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Mortal Kombat 1

Johnathan Cage

you're the one - greta van fleet "you're the one i want/you're the one i need/you're the one i had/come on back to me" summary: you're johnny cage's assistant babysitter agent, and you're his opposite. and yet, he finds himself unapologetically into you. notes: fluff, gn!reader

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The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

season of the witch - donavan "you've got to pick up every stich/oh no, must be the season of the witch" summary: you've lived in the small town of everbrook for a while now, and you thought nothing could shock you anymore. you're wrong. notes: fluff, witch!reader, monster hunter!joel

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Five Nights At Freddy's

Mike Schmidt

lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley "my body turns and yearns/for a sleep that won't ever come/it's never over/my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder." summary: you get a tattoo, and it terrifies mike. mostly because he realizes how much you love him. notes: angst, gn!reader

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Greta Van Fleet

Danny Wagner

fearless - taylor swift "run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless" summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case! notes: fluff, fem!reader

silver springs - fleetwood mac "i follow you down/till the sound of my voice will haunt you/you'll never get away from the sound/of the woman that loves you" summary: the three times daniel wants you, and the one time he gets you. notes: right person, wrong time trope, gn!reader

scott street - phoebe bridgers "do you feel ashamed/when you hear my name?" summary: he's your danny, even while putting the pieces back together. notes: hurt/comfort, gn!fiance!reader

Josh Kiszka

timeless - taylor swift "and sometimes there's no proof, you just know/you're always gonna be mine/we're gonna be/i'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray" summary: you decide to be kind after being cheated on. it spirals out of control, thanks to josh kiszka. notes: fluff, fem!reader

Misc.

question..? - taylor swift "can i ask you a question?" summary: you ask your boys the burning question-- the question you don’t know if you can live without the answer to. notes: fluff, prefrences

bound for n.y.c. - greta van fleet summary: as tour manager, it's your job to get the boys to new york city, your home town. just don't fall in love with them, or anything. notes: fluff, an experimental fic where i explored poly dynamics lol i hate this now i don't think its very good but oh well

To Be Continued....

#danny speaks to the void #danny's masterlist

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cherrybunniesposts · 27 days

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Cup O' Coffee

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Hi lovelies! This is a soap×ghost×roach× reader fluff mini story. I know Captain Mactavish would probably make more sense in the context of these characters specifically- but truthfully I'm more familiar with our seargent Johnny boy from MWll so I went along with that personality instead. Thank you to @codsimp4life for the idea!!

Content Warning: swearing, mentions of drinking, immature behavior, reader is very sarcastic/enjoys teasing soap and ghost for being so close. Roach uses sign language to communicate, and reader is hard of hearing! Reader wears hearing aids, but also can communicate in and understand sign language (think that's it)

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"Watch your mouth, johnny"

Simon's large hand gripped the back of Johnny's neck, pushing him through the front door of the small little coffee shop while Johnny whined and grumbled something that sounded like 'yer always so demanding, L.T.' under his breath.

You trail behind the two brutes, arm intertwined with roach's arm. You all were part of the same task force and had an unbreakable bond.While you had a love for both the brooding lieutenant and the chipper scott always two steps behind him, roach was always your other half. Roach was good company,and often a nice break from the chaos that seems to follow every room Johnny walks into (must be why he's so good at demolition) or the old man grunts of acknowledgement you got from ghost when talking to him.

All four of you walk up to the counter, a sweet barista with a warm smile greeting the group of misfits that just entered. You glance over in time to see that familiar cheeky grin forming on Johnny's face and an exasperated sigh falls from your lips- already knowing exactly what was on his mind.

You and Roach sign complaints back and forth while Johnny attempts (key word: attempts) to flirt with the barista for a few minutes until your patience wears thin, signaling for ghost to step up and order instead while you turn your attention to Johnny.

You give Johnny a pointed look before wrapping a hand around his bicep, grumbling in his ear as you lead him away from the counter (this poor barista)

"Johnny, how about we try and practice not flirting with every woman within a 15 mile radius, yeah?"

Johnny allows himself to be lead over to an empty table, lips turning down into a pout as he shakes his head.

"I dnnae what yer talking about, lass. Hardly ever flirt with the pretty birds 'round here"

You hum alittle in agreement, one hand pushing his shoulder down to force his body into a seat. You sigh and slump into the seat across from Johnny, roach settling into the seat next to you.

"Probably because you're too busy flirting with the lieutenant, Johnny. You're already halfway up his ass at this point-"

Johnny is quick to flick your arm in rebuttal at the implication and Simon simply leans closer in his seat once he returns with everyone's orders, arm brushing against Johnny's as he looks into your eyes.

"Your poor mum, hope you don't kiss her with that mouth o' yours"

You scoff slightly before shaking your head in amusement- shooting Simon a sickly sweet smile before taking a sip of your coffee.

"Nah, only mum that I kiss with my mouth is Johnny's"

Your cheeky comment earns a small rumble from Simon's chest in amusement, and Johnny shoots you a quick glare- one that only gets more aggravated when he sees roach miming a..."childish" gesture with his fingers slipping into a hole he makes with his other hand.

"You two cut yer horseshite, that's my mam you're talking 'bout"

Roach simply shrugs and signs a quick 'I didn't say a word' which promptly results in groans from all around the table. You roll your eyes at Roach but passively allow him to take your coffee from your hand and take a sip for himself.

"Do you always have to make that joke? it's getting old-"

Roach decides signing was too much work when a simple gesture would get his point across far easier- and promptly flips you the bird with his free hand while sipping on your coffee. You flick the side of his head when you see how quickly he was draining your fresh cup of coffee and duck when he tries to tug at your hearing aids. (dirty move roach, dirty move)

"You already drank half of my coffee, don't drink the rest-"

Simon watches the whole interaction with a raised brow under his mask, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair- the usual condescending tone falling from his lips again.

"Settle down, settle down. You two bicker worse than a married couple, need to learn how to have fun"

His comment results in a temporary truce between you and roach, both of you turning to exchange a look. You reach over and sip Simon's coffee instead before recoiling away at the bitter taste and sliding it back over to him.

"Because you of all people know how to have fun, lieutenant?"

Simon simply stares you down in response, looking you up and down slowly before responding in a defensive gruff.

"I know how to have fun."

You raise a brow at his response, sharing a look with the other two sergeants at the table with you. All of you were well aware of the fact it took Johnny two hours of pleading and whining before Simon finally agreed to come out with you all today for coffee, grumbling about how he would go if it would get Johnny to stop begging at his feet like a dog.

"Lieutenant, your definition of fun is filling out a crossword puzzle in the newspaper over a morning cup of tea. You don't know how to have fun, and that's okay. Acceptance is the last step-"

Your arm moves with the shaking from roach's silent laughter jostling his body at your comment, while Simon is far less amused. You meet his glare with a cheeky grin of your own and Johnny perks up when he gets an idea on how to enjoy the day off with you three.

"how 'bout we go out tonight to the pub? Drinks on me?"

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that's it lovelies! I hope you all enjoy ♡ should I make a part 2 to this? Maybe with them out getting drinks, or just how they interact together during missions?

#fluff #writing #mini story #new writter #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod ghost #cod soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #roach cod

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Overwhelmed

Hi there love! I had a lovely request that I accidentally deleted. But Fortunately I write it down ; Hiya! I love your stuff and I'm sorry you lost your account!

I was wondering if I could request a little who has a mini meltdown after a busy day (going shopping/being at work where it is noisy) and pulls their hearing aids out and throws them on the floor (doesn't break them!) because the noises become too overwhelming. After they get all the snuggles from Stucky and maybe put in a pull-up and gets a bottle? (Only if you are comfortable!) I can get really stressed and overwhelmed when I wear mine when I'm little because it picks up on the electrical sounds (high pitched sounds, humming etc)

No rush/pressure to do this!

- 🐝 X

I'm sorry to hear you have stress like that, I hope you'll find a way to get it better. I know it can take times but I hope you'll find it <3

And thank you love ❤️

I'm also sorry that i didn't post for 4 days, I was sick and unable to do anything 😅

Anyways, I'm better now so enjoy lovers ��

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Warnings : angst, stress, meltdown, cries, comfort, pet names, cuddles, paci, lots of love and comfort toward little reader.

Pairing : daddies!stucky ; daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x little!reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

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Too much,

Everything was just too much for you today and you can't handle it anymore.

Usually it's calm and cosy at your work. You just have to read books before they're publishing and you have to say what you liked and what you didn't liked, what you thought would make polemics or could cause any problems. You found the perfect job for you. The room where you cosily read is quiet because either way it's hard to concentrate, it's like that in all the area.

However, today was the total oposite. Some dude name Bobby had his birthday, which is cool, it means cake, having a break from work, it means resting your eyes ect. But you weren't prepared to hear all the loud music and all the loud laughters or yell from your collegues. You tried to get yourself into it but you never liked loud noises, you still made the effort but when everyone started jumping at one song, one of your men collegue grabbed your shoulders to make you jump with them- it was in the euphoria of the moment, he didn't mean to scare you but he did and you got scared. You tried to hide it too but all of those things were a lot to handle on your own.

You got home earlier because you felt too overwhelmed to stay at work and act like everything were fine when nothing was. You rush in the kitchen to get some water. Maybe some fresh liquid will help you calm down. As soon as you open the fridge and take out the bottle of water, it slipped out of your hands and fall down on the cold tiles. The new muffled sound is added to the list and you find yourself on the ground, crying.

You're hands fly to your face and you sob in them. You bring your knees to your chest. You take off your hearing aids and look down at them, your tears fall more violently when you gaze the things in your hands. You throw them on the floor. You don't want to see them, they caused you stressed and you got scared because of them.

You don't hear the front door opening because of your sobs, you don't hear your daddies walking in the house. They laughed about something that happened at work but Steve stops walking and laughing when he hears muffled voice. He looks at Bucky and frowns "is she already at home ?" he asks

Bucky shurgs and they both keep walking quietly this time toward the noises. But when Bucky understands it's not only muffled voice but cries, he starts to run until he reaches the kitchen. Steve is closes behind Bukcy and almost bumps into him when he suddenly stops running. Bucky looks down and sees you curled up on yourself on the kitchen floor. He and Steve kneels down "Baby ?" You shake your head and cries harder. You didn't know how long you were on the floor crying but now you know, it's been a long time.

"Sweetie, something happened ?" Your Papa asks. Bucky sits on one side of you and Steve on the other side of you. You shake your head and keep crying making your daddies worrier. Steve caresses your legs while Bucky caresses your back as they shush you, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and help you getting more comfortable about what happened, even if they still don't know what happened.

"You're okay, you're home now. Nothing bad can happen in here." Your Papa says as he kisses your temple. You let yourself falling against his chest as your cries start to calm down. "Keep going, sweetness. You're doing a great job" he whispers. Bucky grabs the bottle of water who is on the ground and he sees at the same time something else on the ground. He benches over to grab it and frowns "Steve" he says grabbing his husband's attention.

Steve looks up at him, Bucky shows him the hearing aids he has on his hands and Steve frowns. He removes your hair and puts them behind your ears and sees you don't wear yours so the one Bucky has on his hands are probably the one you wore today.

"Sweetie, why don't we go upstairs and take a warm bath ? I’m sure It'll make you feel better" he quietly says as he slides his fingers down your hair "We can go upstairs with some water too since you wanted some" he proposes

They aren't dump, the bottle of water didn't fall by herself from the frige

You sniff and nod your head. Steve nods at Bucky and he goes upstairs to prepare the bath while Steve stays in the kitchen with you. He needs to be sure you're fine.

Steve stands up and rests you on his left hip as he wonders around the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with water as he swings you on his hip. He hums one of your favorite song to calm your cries down. Your head is rest against his shoulder and you put your thumb in your mouth. Steve peers down at you when he finished cleaning the kitchen but when he sees your thumb in your mouth he went to grab it to pull it out but stops himself. He doesn't like those things, Bucky neither but every time you feel anxious or stressed, sad or angry you grab your paci or your Daddies's tag. It calm you to have something in between your lips and right now you need something in your mouth. Steve knows you can't wait to be upstairs to have your paci in your lips so he lets you- for some minutes only, to have your thumb in your mouth.

He caresses your back as he walks upstairs, shushing you every times he hears your quiet sniffs. When he's on top of the staires, he goes to the bathroom and sees Bucky finishing the bath "here you are" he smiles when he hears you behind him. "hi zazzy" you whisper through your thumb. Bucky smiles more and kisses your nose "hi beautiful" he whispers back

"your bath is ready, sweetie" Steve says and sits you on the sink so he and Bucky can help you undress yourself. He steps aside to let Bucky reaches you and he quickly excuses himself to go grab a clean pyjama, for you after your bath.

Bucky removes your shoes first and then your socket. He pulls away by the top your little sunny dress- your favorite, and then removes your underwears carefully. Bucky peers up at you while preparing you for your bath, he gives you winks or pokes here and there to make you smile or giggle which work.

"do you want to go in there by yourself or do you want me to put you in it ?" he asks putting your hair behind your ears. You nod making him laugh. You give him an innocent smile since you don't know why he's laughing but you find it funny. He shakes his head and pushes your nose with his "damn you're so cute"

You blush and giggle as you swing your legs, hitting him from times to times "Why did you nod ?" he asks smirking at you "to go in there by yourself ?" he asks and you nod again "okay so you don't want me to carry you in the bath ?" he says just to be sure but you nod again making him sigh in defeat

Steve chuckles as he stands straight. It's been a long time he was there, watching you both with a loving smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway but stand up when he sees that you're too little to understand

"Come here" he smiles grabbing you to lowering you down. He grabs your hand and leads you to the warm bathtub. He kneels beside the bathtub and put his arm above the edge of the tub, he dips his fingers in hot water "feel the water and tell us if it's not too hot for you or too cold, sweetness" he says caressing your naked back up and down

You shiver from the touch of your Papa and the cold breeze hitting your sensible skin. You slowly lower your hand above the water and soak your fingers in the water slightly. You get them out and nod at your Papa, "it's okay for you ?" he asks and you nod again. He grabs your hand and helps you getting in it but still let you do it by yourself

Once you're cover of bubble, a pack on your lips and some toys to play with, your daddies puts the glass of water beside you and go in the bedroom to prepare the room for the night. Seeing in what bad stade you were when they came home, they would rather have you beside them all night so they can be sure that you're fine.

Bucky sighs as he makes the bed making Steve looks up at him "what ?"

"What do you think happened ?" he asks looking down at the sheets. Steve shurgs "i don't know but it seems to have shook her up a bit too much but I think we don't have to push her to talk to us. It clearly was something big to her and if she feels the need to talk to us about it then she'll do it but if she needs time, we'll let her be but still show her that we're here incase"

Bucky nods "I have the same opinion" after that he frowns his eyebrows "but," Steve looks up at Bucky again "what about the hearing aids ?"

"Did she broke them ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "no, I put them where we put them when she's not wearing them" he says and Steve nods "good, I don't think we don’t need to worry about that. I just think she felt too much things and couldn't handle it anymore and just threw them away. I think she wanted and needed to get in a quiet and calm space of mind and just didn't know how to do that"

Bucky sighs "i know you said we don't have to worry but I do. What if something happened ? Like really happened ?"

"I know it's hard Buck but we can't be on her back all the times. She needs to move on by herself and even if we're behind her if she needs us, she needs to do things by herself" Steve says and grabs his husband's hands "We won't let her down. We'll be there for her but she needs to succeed on her own"

Bucky nods and leans to kiss Steve on the lips. They both make their way back to the bathroom and smile when they see you playing in your bubble bath "are you ready to go out ?" Steve asks but you shake your head "No ?" he frowns

"No Papaa" you whine in a way that say 'obviously' making Bucky laughing "I not soap yet" you say and look side eye at him. Steve shakes his head while smiling "how could I forget that" he says smashing his forehead making you giggle. Bucky grabs your favorite flavor soap and hand it to Steve.

The sweet hands and the delicious flavor slide all over your body and you relax at the feelings. The way his hand strokes your body make you more sleepy than you were before. After cleaning each one of your toes who got yourself giggling, Steve pulls you up and lowers you on the ground while Bucky hold wide open a big towel.

They help you get your pyjama on you and after cleaning you teeth, your Papa goes to grab Bucksie so he's in bed, all ready for you. Bucky lifts you up and walks you to their warm and big comfy bed. He goes under the cover after you and cover your tired body with the sheets"here you go, little one" he says kissing your forehead. You hear the door closing and feel your Papa going in bed behind you.

He rests Bucksie in your arms and kisses your cheek. You mumble a quietly thank you and snuggle your daddies. Your Daddy slides his fingers in your hair and your Papa's on your back "we're here if you need us, beautiful. Always. You can count on us if you need it, you don't need to be ashamed of how you're feeling or if you need help with something, anything." Your Daddy says resting his forehead against yours

"we love you and we're here for you, sweetie. Always and forever"

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