#HAVE A PETNAME THAT'S COMPLETELY FUCKING NEUTRAL IN FEELING

[seungkw1]

mine — jww

♡ pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x afab!reader ♡ theme: fluff, smut [18+ mdni], non-idol au ♡ wc: 2.6k ♡ warnings: swearing, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, dacryphilia, petnames (m. & f. receiving - babe, baby), reader is gender neutral but referred to as girlfriend once, gr8 aftercare ofc ♡ a/n: this is a part two to so fucking pretty but you don’t have to read that one first :)

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You wouldn’t consider yourself a very romantic person, but your boyfriend’s Valentine’s Day surprise might just change your mind about that.

You’ve never given a single shit about Valentine’s Day. It’s not so much that you hate it or anything, but rather indifference - you simply couldn’t care less. Just another capitalistic holiday for companies to profit off of, right? Plus, red and pink is simply a godawful color combination. So yeah, you’ve never given a shit. 

That is - until you met Wonwoo. 

You’ve dated here and there over the years, but nothing ever too serious - all of your partners either turned out to be lousy or the relationships were just bland. So, all of them ended, and you were never too upset about it. 

But with Wonwoo, everything is different. You’ve only been dating for three months, but your relationship is the complete opposite of lousy or bland. Wonwoo is warm and loving - squeezing you in his arms and giving you kisses every chance he gets. He is caring and kind - listening to you talk no matter whether you needed to vent or just wanted to infodump about your interests. He is sweet and gentle - leaving you cute notes and surprising you with little gifts just because.

He is also incredibly fucking hot, and an absolute god in the bedroom.

You fucked him on the first date, which is very unlike you, but your chemistry was undeniable and it just happened naturally. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life - and every time since then has also been the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. You’d be an absolute fool not to stick around.

And so, Wonwoo became your boyfriend. You’ve always found that term to be a bit juvenile, so historically you’ve just referred to your significant other as your partner. But every time you think about Wonwoo you feel the urge to giggle and kick your feet in the air, so the term boyfriend simply feels right. You’re practically head over heels for the man. 

“Ooooo you’re so in love with him,” your best friend teased as you were gushing about your boyfriend for the nth time. 

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you replied. Maybe you’re a bit jaded from your mediocre past relationships, but the phrase in love is not one you throw around lightly. 

But deep down, you know it’s true. You’re in love with Wonwoo.

But you’re not ready to admit that to anybody. So you keep it to yourself. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

That day arrives much sooner than you anticipate.

—

February rolls around. It’s the dead of winter, arguably the most boring time of year. Your mind is preoccupied with the job interview you have coming up, and you’ve been a bit stressed about it. Wonwoo has been nothing but supportive and helpful - giving you advice, offering to help you practice, cleaning your apartment for you of his own free will - and you are more than grateful to have him around. 

One particularly cold Saturday morning, you wake up to a text from Wonwoo. 

Good morning beautiful! Text me when you’re awake 😊

You smile sleepily as you reply. 

Good morning babe 💖 I’m awake!

The chat bubble pops up as he begins to reply immediately. 

Great! Can you be ready by 11am? I have a surprise for you 😁

A surprise?

Y/N: Oooh, what kind of surprise? WW: It’s a secret 😉 Y/N: Hmm 🤔 Okay... What should I wear though?  WW: Wear whatever you want, you look cute in everything! Y/N: Hehe okayyyy WW: Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 11! See you soon 😊

You hop out of bed and start to get ready, practically dancing around your apartment. You open your closet and stare at your clothes, trying to decide what to wear - which proves to be hard when you don’t know where you’re going. You end up grabbing the cozy light blue sweater Wonwoo complimented you on when you wore it a couple weeks ago, and a cute pair of jeans to match. You’re putting on your heeled boots when you hear the knockknockknock of somebody at the door. You open the door to see your boyfriend, looking incredibly handsome in his dark coat and black-rimmed glasses. He extends to you a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says with a soft smile. 

As you take the bouquet Wonwoo pulls you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. As your lips part you look at him, an inquisitive look on your face.

“But it’s not Valentine’s Day yet,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies as he gives you a little kiss on your nose. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You feel a huge smile color your face. 

“So, where are we going?” 

—

The waitress sets a massive plate of the fanciest waffles you’ve ever seen in front of you. You start to salivate at the sight of the fresh berries and cream heaping on top.

A few weeks ago you had casually mentioned the bougie brunch place you’ve always wanted to try, but it was expensive and the wait was always way too long. Turns out Wonwoo immediately called and made a reservation for you two.

You go to dig into your waffles when you notice your boyfriend holding his phone up, taking photos of you.

“Hey! Stop that,” you say as you playfully try to grab his phone.

“What?” he asks innocently. “You just look so pretty.”

He looks at you adoringly. You pout, feigning annoyance, and he snaps another picture - making you laugh. There’s no way you can be mad at him, he’s simply too sweet.

After the decadent meal Wonwoo walks you back to his car, holding your hand, and insists upon opening the car door for you - even helping you take off your coat. It’s silly, but it still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

Wonwoo starts driving, but in the opposite direction of your home.

“Where are we going now?” you inquire.

“Remember how you said you’ve never been ice skating?”

“Oh god,” you groan. “Can’t wait to make a complete fool of myself.”

“You won’t,” he insists. “You can hold onto me.”

“But you’ve never been ice skating either,” you point out. “How do you know you’re not gonna fall too?”

Wonwoo smiles. “Then we’ll fall together.”

You scoff playfully, but a grin also appears on your face.

Ice skating ends up being a disaster. Neither one of you can stop falling (it doesn’t help that you refuse to stop holding hands, so when one of you falls both of you go down), but you also can’t stop laughing - to the point where your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You haven’t had fun like this in ages.

You look over at your boyfriend. He is extraordinarily cute right now, his cheeks rosy from the cold air. Wonwoo catches you looking at him and leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek - he then immediately runs into the wall. You let out a giggle - he looks back at you sheepishly.

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you’re going,” you tease as you nudge him with your elbow.

“Hard to do so when my beautiful girlfriend is right next to me, distracting me.” His tone mirrors your playfulness, but the way he’s looking at you - you can tell he means it.

You roll your eyes, but a huge smile lights up your face as you wrap your arm around his, squeezing him tightly. 

On the drive back Wonwoo suggests you go to his place, to which you happily agree. Before you enter, he tells you to close your eyes.

“No peeking!” he insists.

“I won’t!” you swear, placing your hands over your eyes. 

You walk through the front door and wait in the entryway, resisting peeking as promised. You hear Wonwoo fiddling with things for a minute, and then you hear the opening notes of your favorite album - the sound emanating from his record player.

“Okay, you can look now,” he tells you as he once again is standing right next to you. You remove your hands, opening your eyes to the sight of Wonwoo’s dim apartment - illuminated only by the dozen of freshly-lit candles placed around the living room. In his hands are the biggest box of chocolates you’ve ever seen, and a cute fuzzy teddy bear that’s holding a heart with Be mine embroidered on it.

“Oh my god, you really went all out,” you remark, smiling from ear to ear as your heart practically flutters in your chest.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

He sets down the chocolates and the bear, stopping to help you out of your coat before drawing you into his embrace, kissing you softly and slowly. He then takes your hands in his, pulling you toward the hallway.

“There’s one more surprise,” he tells you.

Before you can ask him what more he could possibly surprise you with, you see the trail of rose petals down the hallway, leading into his bedroom.

“You did NOT,” you exclaim as you laugh, truly bewildered at the sight of it.

You follow the trail as he pulls you into his room, where even more petals lay on the bed, perfectly forming the shape of a heart.

“It’s so beautiful I almost don’t want to ruin it,” you proclaim.

Wonwoo raises his eyebrow at you.

“Hey, I said almost.”

Without a word he smiles, pulling you in so he can grab the hem of your sweater, gently pulling it over your head to reveal the lacy bra you had chosen to wear today.

“So pretty,” he remarks as he runs his hands over your breasts, before reaching around your back to undo the clasp. “But even prettier without.”

He tosses the bra aside, taking your tits in his hands. You begin to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his incredibly toned body that still turns you on so much every time you see it. His shirt gone, you move to his belt. You unbuckle it and pull it off, throwing it to the floor as you take the bulge in his pants in your palm. He lets out a soft groan as you caress him, his erection quickly growing. You go to unfasten his pants, the taut fabric giving way as you undo the zipper, his cock now bulging through his underwear, begging to escape. 

Wonwoo suddenly grabs you by the hips, twirling you around and pushing you onto the bed. 

“Get comfy, babe.”

As you recline into the soft pillows, he removes his pants and then begins to take off yours, pulling them off of you in one go. He gently pushes your inner thighs open and situates himself right in between your legs, the only barrier between his face and your cunt being the thin lacy underwear that do nothing to hide how wet you are right now. He softly kisses your clit a few times, then licks a stripe over the sheer fabric. You run your hand through his hair as he starts kissing your clit again, this time more intensely. You begin to squirm slightly against his face - silently begging for more. Wonwoo gazes up at you, giving you a little smirk as his lips hover right above you - so close that you feel breath against your core.

“Stop teasing meeee,” you whine.

You feel his finger slide under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your soaked center. You feel the sharpness of the cool air hitting you, followed by the warmth of Wonwoo’s mouth against your cunt. You mewl softly as his tongue traces against your folds, lapping up your juices but only making you wetter in the process. You continue to stroke his hair as he goes down on you, enjoying the view. You love the way his nose brushes against your clit as he alternates between sucking on the bud and fucking you with his tongue. 

Eventually you feel his fingers delicately graze your entrance - he inserts only one finger at first, but it still feels so good. 

“More,” you beg. “Please.”

Wonwoo slides a second finger into your cunt. He knows how to curve them perfectly, hitting you in just the right spot to drive you insane. He fucks you as he continues licking your clit - you become a moaning mess as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily, grinding your cunt against his face - overwhelmed with pleasure. Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down against the bed as he devours you. 

“Fuck, baby - I’m cumming,” you cry out. Your legs shake as the incredible sensation takes over your entire body, the white-hot flashes of pleasure flowing through you as your pussy throbs against your boyfriend’s tongue. 

As you come down, Wonwoo gives you soft little kitten licks. You sink into the pillows, your whole body relaxed in bliss. He kisses your stomach before crawling up, his body weight laying against you cozily as he presses his nose against yours. He kisses you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. You begin to make out, his tongue moving against yours, his bulge pressing against your core. You reach down, slipping your hand through the band of his underwear, and pull his cock out. You’ve fucked your boyfriend countless times by now, but every time you’re still in awe of his size. You wrap your hand around his thickness and stroke him a few times, causing precum to leak out. You guide his tip to your entrance - you moan as it easily slips in, his size stretching you out so perfectly. He slides his entire length into you, letting out a groan as he bottoms out. 

“Your pussy’s so perfect for me, babe,” he says in a low voice. He begins to fuck you, slowly pushing his cock in and out, letting your walls adjust to his size. 

“So good baby, fuck,” he says, practically growling. “Your pussy’s all mine.”

You moan as he picks up speed, thrusting his huge cock into you further and further. His lips meet yours again - your mouths and tongues dancing against each other as he fucks you, more passionately than ever before. 

“All mine, you’re all mine.”

“Oh my god,” you cry, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I’m close baby - wanna cum in you,” he groans. 

“Please,” you beg. 

Wonwoo’s rhythm picks up speed - tears are fully running down your face as you let out cries of pleasure. You feel his cock pulsate against your walls as he releases, groaning as he thrusts into you, filling you up with his cum. 

As he comes down from his high, his warm body melts into yours - he’s squishing you, but you’ve never been more comfortable. His cock still inside you, he plays with your hair as he kisses you slowly. 

You lay there together for a while. Eventually, Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he gets up to grab a warm towel. After he cleans you up he plops back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, squeezing you so tightly it makes you giggle. 

You draw your head back just enough so you can look your boyfriend in the eyes. He’s so hot, so cute, gazing at you so lovingly - you truly don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you are in this moment. 

“I love you,” you tell him - for the first time. 

You didn’t plan on saying it, it just came out naturally. Because it’s true - you love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone. 

Wonwoo smiles, caressing you softly as he holds you warmly against him. 

“I love you too.”

[end] 

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[desires-of-chain]

Secret Weapon

“Imagine saying yes sir/no sir to either Time or Warriors.”

So I did. With Warriors. I should also be asleep right now but yee ask and yee shall have! Enjoy ;^)

- Wizard anon

Content: gender neutral reader, semi public sex (in an alley where they dgaf about being quiet), and of course, use of titles. Word count: 677

—

You said it as a joke. A sarcastic remark, eye roll and all. Warriors had been giving orders all day, making sure everything was in order and everyone had their delegated supplies. Perhaps he was being a bit stubborn, a bit bossy even, but it's not easy organising rations, medkits, potions, magical items, and general travel gear for nine rambunctious heroes whose general approach to adventuring is ‘winging it’ and nothing more half the time! Especially since you've joined their group, the wallet balancing for the items you specifically require has caused a headache on more than one occasion. (That is partially his fault, he knows. Perhaps he put an extra potion for you in the budget. And some sweets. Nobody's checking him on it.)

Whether you meant it seriously as not, it doesn't change what you said completely blindsided him with how fucking turned on it left him.

“Pack all of this in a smaller travel pouch, for easy access. Spare clothes go in a bigger bag, but keep a small towel on you at all times just in case. And don't forget the potions - those in a quick access pouch too.”

“Yes, sir.”

Plenty of people have called him sir before. It’s a secondary title that comes along with being a Captain. A polite way to address someone you do not know in mixed company, too. But there's something about it coming out of your mouth. Something that alights inside him like nothing else.

He has you pinned to the wall in an alley. The group is supposed to be leaving the town within the hour, but he's balls deep inside you, breath hot against your neck as you twitch around him, hands pulling at his hair.

“Say it again, darling, fuck… does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir, so good..!”

He groans, his grip on your waist tightening to bruise as he pistons inside you. You whine, and he doesn't care that someone may hear. He wants to keep hearing your pretty voice say his title over and over and over. And oh, does it sound divine.

Warriors continues to pound into you, kissing and sucking your neck to feel your words against his lips. When a desperate “sir, please” tumbles out of your mouth for the first time, he bites down and goes even faster, rhythm lost in chasing his own pleasure. The things a simple three letter word does to him, when out of your mouth - he's never going to be able to hear it normally again. The next party he has to go to? It’s going to fill his mind with your moans and gasps and how you milk his cock in this moment, each time he hears it. You've ruined him.

With one more gasp, you orgasm, shuddering around him as he continues to chase his own building pleasure. He pulls out at the last moment, spilling all over his hand with a groan. Some unfortunately gets on your tunic, but you're too busy catching your breath to notice.

You both take a second to breathe, and bask in the afterglow.

“So. How long has that got you going for? Surely you haven't been getting a boner every time someone respects your rank.”

He groans, this time not out of pleasure.

“I don't even know where it came from. Just… don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh, no, this will be my personal secret weapon. I'm keeping this knowledge and using it later. Absolutely - you won’t survive this, gorgeous.” The petname does not dampen the threat, and he silently prays to the gods above that you at least behave in front of the rest of the group.

The prayer is interrupted by your “Aw, man, we got jizz on my tunic! I washed this yesterday.”

He laughs. “Good thing you listened to my instructions and packed a small towel on you, right?”

Your face lights up. At least you were paying attention to everything he said, not just the embarrassing bits. Not that he's complaining. He will want to hear it again. Hopefully soon.

--------------

Time for me to ascend again, I guess 🥴

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[nicksbestie]

I just had a really good idea! (At least in my eyes) what if you did an age regression one where the caregiver (it can be the triplets or Jake or Johnnie it doesn't matter!) is the one to get sick and regressed y/n has to come back from little space to take care of him but once he's feeling a little better they coincidentally involuntarily regress again? I love the idea of a little crying and trying to stop regressing and one of the caregivers being like "it's okay baby I feel better now you can be little" bsjsjsksks 🥺

Sickly - N. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite not being married, in sickness and in health makes a common appearance in your relationship <3

Warnings : None!! Written with gender neutral pronouns but masc petnames/terms :)

Word Count : 1458

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Nick never really got sick. He considered himself incredibly lucky for being able to do so, but when he did get sick, it was bad. Since his entire career required him to be energetic, bubbly, loud, and more, it was nearly impossible to do anything when he did get sick. And, of course, being sick made the everyday parts of his life feel near impossible as well. He was a drama queen when he was sick, and you often thought it was adorable. Being someone who got sick quite often, you were normally less bothered by it. It still sucked, obviously, but you were sort of used to it by this point. The only thing that really sucked about when Nick was sick was that he wasn’t able to care for you as much, if at all. You didn’t hold any of it against him, knowing that it wasn’t his fault, but you selfishly did wish he never got sick for that reason. Especially when it happened the way that it did this morning. 

You woke up almost completely in headspace, wrapped up in Nick’s arms. Being someone who was always running cold, no matter how warm it was, the first thing that sent alarm bells through your head was that Nick felt like he was on fire, and having been so close to him during the night, you felt like you were way too hot as well. You immediately pulled yourself out of your littlespace, shaking Nick awake with worry in your eyes. The second alarm was when he woke up, his words slightly slurred, and his eyes were almost completely bloodshot. As he attempted to make sense of his situation, still slightly disoriented from being asleep just seconds before, you noticed the way he winced as he swallowed, indicating that his throat was probably inflamed.

“What’s wrong?” 

His words were put together but the confusion and tiredness still showed plainly on his face as you held a hand to his forehead.

“You’re burning up, babe. You feel like you have a fever.” 

As he attempted to swallow again, he winced the exact same, seemingly accepting the fact that he was probably sick. He cursed under his breath, knowing that he had an incredibly busy day today that would most likely have to be postponed now.

“Fuck.” 

Nick hated being sick with a furious passion. Not only did it render him feeling incredibly helpless, he just hated plans falling through and being uncomfortable. Reaching for the thermometer that was a staple in your nightstand, he set it up against his forehead, letting out a sigh of frustration when he saw that the temperature read out 101° F, (38° C). It wasn’t dangerously high, but it was high enough that he shouldn’t be around anyone else, which led to him reaching for his phone next, wincing at the brightness against his eyes. You reached over and took the device from him, quickly unlocking it.

“I’ll text them. Just go back to sleep, okay?” 

He didn’t have the energy to argue with you. The longer that he was awake, the more he felt the effects of being under the weather, so it didn’t take much convincing for him to roll over and fall right back to sleep next to you. Sending a text to Matt and Chris didn’t take long, a simple, short, message that read “Hey, Nick woke up feeling under the weather. He’s running a fever, gonna have to call out of plans today.” They both replied with their support and well wishes, and since it was still fairly early, you decided to go back to sleep too. Curling up against him, you didn’t really care about running the risk of getting sick. You were going to be around Nick a lot while he was sick, so if you got sick, oh well. You weren’t just going to abandon him. 

You woke back up about an hour and a half later, next to a still sleeping body. Brushing his hair off of his forehead, which was now damp with sweat, you checked his temperature again. It was still the same, which wasn’t great, but at least it hadn’t gone up any. Slipping out of bed, you pulled on a mask before going downstairs. You may not care if you get sick, but you didn’t want to spread anything to Matt or Chris if they were downstairs. You pulled the covers down a little bit, switching on the fan before leaving the room, so that hopefully Nick wouldn’t realize he was cooling off while he was still asleep. 

You grabbed some painkillers and medication to help your boyfriend feel more comfortable, including water and gatorade, knowing he probably wouldn’t want to stomach much food. You figured there was the chance that his stomach could be upset, but just in case, you brought some small snacks back up to the room before setting them on the nightstand and getting back into bed with Nick. You scrolled on your phone for about half an hour, texting back and forth with Matt and Chris about how he was doing, before he finally stirred awake. The first thing he mentioned was him being cold, and you immediately pulled him closer to you. 

“I know, hun. I’m sorry, but you’re burning up. You can’t overheat too much.” 

Passing him some medicine and water, he quickly took them, trying to ignore the way it hurt his throat going down, before sighing and staying right up against you.

“You’ll get sick.” 

“I don’t care.” 

He ate some of the crackers that you had brought up for him, and a few bites of the fruit as well, before cuddling back into your embrace and looking at your phone as well. You both mindlessly scrolled through random social media apps, laughing at the videos and edits of Matt and Chris doing dumb things from past YouTube videos. 

The rest of the day went by as smoothly as it could with Nick feeling bad, but by around dinner time, he was feeling much improved from how he felt when he woke up that morning. The pain in his throat was gone, and his fever had gone down to 100°. He knew he was still sick, but he felt much better, and felt like he could actually function now. Of course, a lot of that was due to the medication, which would probably wear off by the next morning, but for right now, he was enjoying feeling like a human again. Which led to how the night ended.

It was very rare that you went to bed without being in your headspace, and since you had been out of it all day, there was a need to be back in it to relax before going to sleep. However, with Nick being sick, there was no way you were going to willingly let that happen. But Nick knew you much better than you thought he did. He knew he had been practically relying on you all day, and while he knew that you didn’t mind taking care of him, he also knew that you weren’t used to it being this way. So, he started to do something about it when you were cuddled back in bed after eating dinner, some shitty show playing on the television. 

He started with what he knew were soft triggers for you, calling you cute, showering you with pet names, smiling at the blush that rose to your cheeks. He was hoping he would be able to gently coax you into your littlespace, quick enough that you wouldn’t question it. But he wasn’t so lucky in doing so.

“Nick, you gotta quit that.” 

He made up some terrible excuse about how he had no idea what you were talking about before continuing exactly what he had been doing. He could see the war raging in your brain, reflected clearly in your eyes, and he switched your positions to where you were now tucked under his arms. 

“It’s okay, bub.” 

You, of course, attempted to argue this, but Nick didn’t leave any room for arguments.

“It’s okay. I feel a lot better. Slip, baby. I’m here.” 

The fighting between headspace and not being in it had caused tears to spring to your eyes, and he immediately wiped them away, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I know you’re tired, bubba. I’ve got you, okay?” 

Being exhausted from fighting it, you didn’t try to any longer, letting Nick win. After you had taken care of him all day long, he knew you deserved some time to be taken care of, so that was exactly what he did for the rest of the night.

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[beomslover]

poly!tyunning headcanons

𖦹 warnings: polyamory, like one swear word lol, a lot of fluff, completely self-indulgent, not proofread, i tried to make it gender neutral :’)

——— 𖦹 ———

- the day the two nervous boys confessed to you, each stumbling over their words and blushing like schoolgirls, you knew you were theirs forever

- prepare to be absolutely smothered

- mostly by the teddy bear of your trio, hueningkai

- who can be found clinging to one or both of his lovers 99% of the time

- or pouting and whining for their attention the other 1%

- that’s not to say taehyun isn’t just as clingy

- our baby is just really bad at showing it :(

- will want to sit extremely close to you and kai at all times

- tyun will happily squeeze himself between you two and confidently pretend that you’re the ones begging for attention 🙄

- “i guess i’ll sit here since my babies missed me so much :/”

- on a more serious note

- tyun constantly worries about not being affectionate enough for you two

- poor boy thinks you and hyuka will get sick of his teasing and leave him behind :((

- so play along or else >:(

- taehyun loves to claim you and kai as his own :)

- “aww my little pups missed me?” “good morning my precious angels” “my babies are watching ahead without me? :/”

- he’s a menace, truly

- oh yeah i forgot to mention

- tyun absolutely adores petnames and nicknames (no matter how much he pretends to hate them)

- he’d rather drop dead than admit that he likes when kai calls him tyunsie

- hyuka always reserves his most sickeningly-sweet petnames for you though

- he loves the way you cringe and fake vomit whenever he uses them

- “hello my little y/nbug” (barf) “good morning sweetiekins!!” (puke) “i love you schnookums” (what does that even means

- he has no shame in begging you to call him stupid petnames though

- he’ll always go :> if you call him a sugary sweet name

- even if it’s something dumb as fuck like honey bunches

- gets jealous if you and tyun do anything without him

- not that he has any jealousy isssues

- no no no

- he never gets jealous of anyone else because he knows you only have eyes for your boys

- baby just wants to be included :(

- so don’t leave him out :( poor boy might cry

- “hmmnng… what about me.. :(”

- that’s your cue to suffocate him in cuddles and kisses and hold him between the both of you until he feels better

- he’ll never be pouty for too long anyway

- all it takes is one kiss and hueningkai is putty in your hands :)

- taehyun isn’t usually a big cuddler anyway

- he’s more of a

- holding hands with both of you or quietly lying across your laps kinda guy

- loves to give random little kisses too

- tyun is a tummy kisser. change my mind.

- he especially loves to kiss kai’s tummy

- even more so when you join him in trying to give your baby love while simultaneously trying to make him giggle </3

- little giggly baby hyuka always gets so flustered when he’s showered in affection by his two favorite people :(

- he thinks he could die happily in the both of your loving arms

- and he’s completely right :’)

- your boys love you more than the universe itself so take care of them and shower them in love :)

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a/n: hopefully no one will remember seeing this :”) this is beomslover 2.0 okay ok

#tyunning #tyunning headcanons #hueningkai #kai kamal huening #hyuka headcanons #tomorrow x together #txt #txt imagines #txt headcanons #txt fluff #poly!tyunning #poly!tyunning fluff #kang taehyun #taehyun headcanons #kang taehyun fluff #tyunning fluff #tomorrow x together fluff #poly!kpop #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

realized i never posted this outside of the aeventi discord server and im actually kinda proud of the pictures so

now with annotations!!!

venti is nothing but a short king to me and i refuse to believe he'd be anywhere above my chin. aether gives off 5'4 energy and somehow everyone agrees with that. aether is always taller to me

age is obvious. we only know so much but i think the traveler is a lot older so thats why aether gets ++.

gender is for losers real bitches use he/him pronouns because they're cool and imitating their dead bestie. paimon ate aethers but. he/they. in my heart and soul.

my headcanons for venti depend solely upon the time of day or the weather or smth idk. regardless he is on the aroace-spec. aethers like fuck if i know???. and he doesn't fuck so he doesn't know

aether doesn't care that much but he leans more towards holding people cause then they dont run away from him in his dreams saying he came too late. or something. venti doesn't really care for spooning roles but he's actually always liked being held so (i see you sitting on your statue bozo)

venti keeps throwing his cape on aether. aether never actually asks for it but they do like it a lot. they both think it's really cute.

aether uses pet names ironically sometimes but only with people he wont see often or needs to sass. very aware of the importance and power of names. venti 'my warrior' 'my shining star' 'my hero' 'windblume' barbatos comes up with some new overly sentimental and important nickname every 10 seconds and he's about to make it everyones (aethers) business

i dont think aethers actually that introverted. we know they enjoy social gatherings and hanging out with friends and stuff. i think hes more just. normal. ventis a lot more social than him but he's not actually that extroverted.

venti 'my warrior youve worked so hard i understand how you feel' 'youre the gentlest soul ive ever met' barbatos is really good at conveying his affections through his words. of course though, hes more than familiar with the power of actions. aether knows how to give good advice and sweetalk but they definitely rely more on their actions to convey their thoughts

traveler 'your eyes remind me of the colour of the sky in my hometown' 'do you like the windblumes i picked for you' 'do you like the decorations in my house i can change them all if you hate it' aether is 100% the one that confesses first. i think venti would wait for them because he doesn't want to tie him down to anything but like. hes not oblivious.

aether completely and totally squashes bugs with his shoe on sight. i think it'd be funny if venti was really scared of them but he does appreciate all the life in this world so i feel like he's not actually that scared of them. he would scream for aether if there was a bug in the house just because its funny and they look so cool doing it

okay the thing is. they both have the potential to be equally good and bad drivers. venti can guide dvalin but he totally couldn't drive a waverider. aether could be decent at the waverider but he'd crash the dragon. they both could suck too.

venti can cook like 5 recipes total. hes pretty good at those, but like. only those. aether should definitely open a restaurant but they also like it sometimes when venti tries to cook. more often than not however aether makes dinner and ventis not complaining

aethers kinda neutral about it? there are times and things he could bare but ehhh. but he likes holding ventis hand a lot so he leans slightly more towards PDA. venti wants to kiss his boyfriend and its a free (and his) country so. but he definitely takes care to only do it when aethers comfortable. i feel like he only uses the really sentimental petnames alone though too. like 'my darling honorary knight' in front of people and 'my starfell apostle' or smth equally sappy and weird at home

aether knows venti can take care of himself. he knows everyone is more than capable of taking care of things. but their ally at low hp line (LET ME AT EM) leads me to believe they do have a protective streak. venti has seen his boyfriend fuck shit up literally everywhere they go and he knows a lot more about it than he lets on. He's definitely very chill about everything (like in the GAA) but that doesn't mean he isn't concerned sometimes.

i literally dont know. they're both like we've had a couple things that kinda went somewhere and kinda went nowhere at the same time. idk

horny level???? they are Asexual to me. i think ventis like. pretty low libido ace and aethers like while you were having sex *I* studied the blade. bitch. i think they make out sometimes but that's more of an intimacy thing

i choose to believe aether is kinda awkward. like dont get me wrong traveler is hilarious!!! in dialogue options and with paimon. and mona said they dont talk much so. i think hes only really funny in private, thoughts, or in his native language because some jokes dont translate very well. venti has his occasional moments but ultimately he is the more social one.

THEY ARE NOT VERY JEALOUS. TO ME. like they definitely have a large degree of healthy communication and trust. if they are jealous they talk to each other. i choose to believe aether is slightly more prone to it just because hes the more overprotective one and doesn't have like. song time powers.

so in conclusion: they are gay. your honor. homosexual even

#aeventi #venther #longer post #long post #my art :d #swearing cw #im normal about them can you tell #so normal 👍

[lxvebun]

blood-stained kisses

buns notes: its been a while since i have talked about Dabi so I wrote this little piece. I'm not caught up on bnha so things may be off anyways I hope you like all this♡

content: dabi x gender neutral reader. Leans a little towards the hurt/angst side. Kissing. Crying. Dabi is a lil self hating. Little mention of blood (he comes back from a fight and dabi cries blood in general). Use of nickname my love (for dabi) and doll. Not really proofread I typed this in a few minutes lol

-♡dni -♡navigation -♡Dabi m.list

Dabi doesn't think he could ever get used to how you treat him. Despite his rough, destructive nature and intimidating looks, you treat him with such gentleness and sweetness it's makes his heart skip a beat.

Every time you gently lift his chin so you can kiss away the tears he tried to hold back so desperately, he feels like crying all over again for completely different reasons. Even if he hates his looks and despises the way his scars are starting to cover more and more of his body, you still look at him like he's the most precious thing in this world and it makes his heart flutter and his mind fog up with hearts and flowers.

Even though he believes he's undeserving of your kindness, your sweetness, and just you, and Dabi knows it's incredibly selfish of him to pull you into this life with him, he stays with you and lets himself indulge in your soft kisses and sweet words.

You have proved to him time and time again that you want to be with him. No matter how many times he comes home to you bloody and bruised, you still welcome him with open arms and promise him you'll stay by his side forever. Fuck, he hopes you truly mean that. You're the only thing that's keeping him somewhat sane in this world, you're the only one he truly loves, you're the light in his life that keeps him from being swallowed by complete darkness, and he's terrified of who he will become if you ever left him.

Your soft touch to his cheek is what snaps him out of these dark thoughts. You are always able to read him so clearly, he would have assumed it was your quirk. "Do you want to talk about it, my love?" He adores that petname.

"Hmm, I'm just thinking about how much I love you, doll"

Thank you for reading bunnies <3

Dc creators+ consumers, k!nk and e/d blogs do not interact

#bnha dabi #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x reader #mha x gender neutral reader #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #dabi angst #dabi x self insert #dabi x gender neutral reader #dabi fluff #dabi x you #soft dabi

[antiherocorner]

Niki Lauda - The White Wolf

A Werewolf! Niki Lauda x Reader fic (18+)

Headcanons: 

So... This is my first AU ever... And also this is my first smut... Kind of... Thing... Ever... Sex scene, let's go with that... I was debating to post it in smaller parts, or a bigger one. I decided the second one might be better.

This is a mess, and a random idea... This could be a psychedelic trip, while you're watching fucking Twilight... Yes, I am familiar with the Twilight Saga... No, I wasn't Team Jacob... No, I didn't intend to base this on that... But it might has some similar stuff (no vampires)... Small stuff... All of them were unintentional, really.... Well... 1 or 2 things weren't, but most of them.

English is still not my native language, apologies for the grammatical mistakes, I tried.

Taglist: @rumblelibrary (you are my first tag in a fic written by me aaaaaaa🥺❤️🔥)

Summary: Your car broke down while you're on a road trip, on your own. You need someone to fix it. There's a small town. What could possibly happen?...

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it kids), swearing, possibly smoking, drinking, mention of scar (nothing big or serious), google translated German, bad dog jokes, puns, and no, i didn't make a "real" wolf fuck the Reader, i'm not that kinky, i imagined the Reader to be female, but can be gender neutral, no name, or age mentioned, no use of y/n either... That's it?... Idunno, still new to this

(collage made by me, i don't own the pictures, i just used them, it's also very amateur, I haven't done a collage in ages)

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You were in your car ‘till your waist. The damn thing broke down half way into your road trip. You have had enough of your monotonous everyday life, so you decided to pack up the essential stuff of yours, get your car together, and head out into the unknown. You have already seen beautiful mountains from a distance, gone through deep, mysterious forests, taken many pictures. You have tried to live in your car, but occasionally you have stayed in some cheap, low budget motels for 1 or 2 nights. You always had trust in your car, yet there you were. It didn’t run out of gas, it just suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, just outside of a small town. It looked rather friendly, and not busy at all. There wasn’t any other car passing by, so you did what you thought was the best decision: packed your bag, locked the car, and started walking into the town, praying to find someone, anyone really, who can maybe lend a helping hand.

The people you saw were really kind, it seemed they didn’t really get too many outsiders in their small town, and they seemed happy for you. They told you that there was one car mechanic in the town, a little group of guys. They also told you about a motel, which was always open for travellers, and due to the lack of them, it was basically empty. You decided to go to the motel first. The receptionist was a friendly old lady, who, again, got very excited to finally have someone at her place. You got your room, for a very small price, went in and unpacked some of your stuff. You really wanted to know what was up with your car, or if it could be fixed at all, so you didn’t waste much time in your new temporary place. After a few minutes you headed out to the streets, to the direction where you were told before to find the mechanics.

It was one of those warm days, so you were glad you found what you were looking for. You heard music coming out of an open garage. Above the doors you read “The Rat's Den”.

- Hello?... - you popped your head in the garage.

- Can I help you with something? - a tall, blonde haired man, with broad shoulders approached you. He had a cheeky smile on his face, sweat under his long locks. Oh, and shirtless.

- I uhm.. My car broke down just down the main road - you gestured with your hand where your car was - And I was just wondering if you could help me with it… I don’t know what could be the problem, I have been traveling with it for the past few days, weeks, everything was fine up until now. I just can’t get it to work.

- Sure, we can take a look at that thing - you turned your head to the direction from where another voice caught your attention. Another man just slipped out from under a car. He had curly hair, slimmer body than the blonde one, but still tall. You looked him in the eye as he came over. His eyes were like a river of caramel pudding, and they were glowing like a forest fire in the middle of the night. Your mouth watered.

- Thank.. You… - you said shyly. What’s happening? You normally aren't this shy… - When can you do that?

- Are you staying in that old motel? - asked the curly one.

- Yes.

- Alright. Is that good, if I go there around 7 am tomorrow, so I can take a look at it before I open the garage?

- Y-yeah… sure.

- It’s a date then. I’m Niki Lauda, by the way, that’s James Hunt. - he gestured towards the blonde one, James. You didn’t even notice him leaving you two. You told him your name.

- It was nice meeting you. I’ll be there at 7.

- Okay. See you then. And thank you.

- It’s no problem.

And with that you headed out of the garage. You turned back before you completely went outside. You saw a tattoo on James' right shoulder. You didn’t see every detail, but you felt a strange feeling. Unconsciously your eyes wandered to Niki. He was wearing a white shirt, but you could still see a glimpse of something similar, at least as you guessed, just under his neck. Strange.

You went back to the motel. You couldn’t go to sleep during the night so easily. You had a weird feeling about The Rat’s Den. Some kind of an aura was around it. It looked like any other garages where they repair cars and that’s it, but not there. There was something. You couldn’t really describe what you were feeling, or grasp what you should even be looking for. Something was up, you were sure about that.

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After a few hours of sleep, you woke up. Niki could be here any minute now. You freshened up a little bit, you felt like shit due to the lack of sleep. Suddenly, you heard a loud car noise. You were the only one there at the motel, you guessed that was Niki. Honk. Yes, most definitely. You opened the door for an old, shiney Ferrari, with Niki sitting at the front.

- You’re coming or no, Schatzi?

You blushed by the petname, but quickly composed yourself, locked your room’s door, and jumped into the passenger seat. The man asked you about where you left your car. You answered and he drove to the correct directions. The short journey was mostly silent, with small talks. You stared out of the window, so you missed the spectating eyes of his.

- You’re good? You look exhausted…

- I’m okay, I just haven’t slept much. - you turned to him.

- Well, that makes the two of us.

You looked at him with curious eyes, but he remained silent, eyes focused on the road. You couldn’t read him, but tried to observe his features. He was pale, especially his knuckles as he was basically suffocating that poor wheel. He was taking deep and slow breaths. He looked like he was having a hard time in his own car.

- Is that your car? - Niki snapped you out of your thoughts.

- Yes, yes, that’s it.

Niki stopped his car in front of yours. You got out, and walked to it. He asked for your keys, so he could open the hood of the car. You took them out of your packet, then placed them in his open palm. Fingers briefly touched. He was warm. Surprisingly warm. For a moment you thought you heard him sharply inhale, but he quickly busied himself with your car. He has a nice butt. You immediately scolded yourself and turned your back to him, leaning on the side of the car, while he was working. After a few minutes, awkward silence, and some rattling, he straightened himself and turned to you.

- The engine gave up. Although it’s nothing serious or expensive, it will take some day to fix it properly, so it won’t die again. - so I stuck here yey - How long will you stay?

- As long as I don’t have a car I guess… - you massaged your nose, the lack of sleep started to catch up - I took it to a mechanic before I left… That’s just great…

- Well, that asshole did a shit job… It’s obvious what’s wrong, and it didn’t happen overnight. - he shrugged and closed the hood - I can’t take it back to the garage now, but during the afternoon I will come back for it with a more usable car.

- Sounds like a plan - you nodded and extended your arm to take your keys back.

Your fingers brushed against his, again, but this time the contact shot electricity up in your arm, which caused you to drop the keys. You instantly crouched after it, but what you grabbed weren’t your keys. It was a hand. Niki’s hand. How does he have these quick reflexes? You looked up, still holding his hand, and just realized that your faces were just a few centimeters away from each other. Both of you froze. Niki even seemed like he wasn’t breathing. His eyes were on yours, before he looked down to your lips. You licked them unconsciously. He purred. What?

- We should get back to the town.

He jumped up, leaving your keys on the ground. You tried to get yourself together, picked up your keys and sat back into his car. The way back to the garage was in complete silence. He didn’t purr, did he? He just breathed weirdly… I am imagining stuff… Right? You were confused.

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Not much happened during the rest of the day. You tried to look around the little place, bought some food and just relaxed in your room. When the sun started to settle down you realized that you didn’t give your car keys back to Niki. You left each other in such a hurry, after he took you back to his garage, none of you had it in mind. You couldn’t call him, you didn’t have his number, and you didn’t really want to walk there. Throughout the whole day you had a strange feeling. Something was definitely up. You just felt it in your guts. Niki was like any other man and yet, he had an aura that just gave off some vibes which you just couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard you tried. You were pacing in your room when you looked out of your window. A red Ferrari just stopped in front of the motel. What, is he a mind reader too? You opened your door, spinning your keys in the air with your right hand.

- Catch! - you shouted, throwing them at his back, but before it could hit him, he turned around and caught them in his left hand with incredible accuracy.

You weren't expecting that. He didn’t say anything, just smirked and winked at you, as you locked eyes. You blushed deeply, and he disappeared just as quickly as he came by.

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During the evening, you couldn’t rest. Again. This time you decided to go for a little walk. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. You just wandered around the quiet, calm town. It seemed like everyone was fast asleep. Not a single person, not a single soul was up. You arrived at a little dirt road which was leading you to a forest, next to your temporary home. You didn’t know why, you followed it. You got to a little field which was shielded with huge trees from the outside world. Some rays of sunshine were still peeking through the bushes, giving it an angelic look. Little red flowers covered your newly found small area. It felt like you were in a fairytale. But you weren’t. You heard a branch break behind you. You turned on your heels, just in time to see a huge, black wolf coming out from the bushes. It looked unusual, there was something in its face, in its eyes that was off. Human? It had a human kind of amused face expression. In the middle of your observation you just realized it was coming close. You panicked. Just when you thought it was going to rip you apart, another one jumped between the two of you, from behind you. This one was white, and slightly bigger. It growled at its own kind, like it was telling him to fuck off. The black wolf looked at you one last time and took off into the trees. The remaining animal calmed down, before it turned to you. It looked majestic. There was something royal in its posture. Around its neck and on his chest it had little patches of curly fur, like a mane. It had a cut on its lip, probably just had a fight, maybe with its prey. It looked deep into your eyes, like it was staring into your soul. There was something familiar in those eyes. The eyes were glowing, and like a river of caramel. Wait. You took a step forward and it instantly disappeared into the shadows. You really did needed to sleep.

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You jolted up in your bed. You were covered in sweat, hair was messy. You massaged your face while you were trying to catch your breath, even your breathing. You looked at the clock. 1:30am. You managed to sleep for about an hour, before the nightmare woke you up. You saw the wolves again. They were circling you. The black one jumped forward and tackled you to the ground. Your sight got blurry, but you could still make out the silhouette of the white one. It changed into a man. It had curly hair. You felt like someone or something was watching you. You walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. You saw a wolf, watching you from the otherside of the road. A white wolf. That wolf. You immediately turned around, hands were burying in your hair. What the hell is going on? Am I going crazy? What is this place? A knock on the door caused you to jump. With shake legs and hands, you went to the door and opened it. Niki was leaning on the door jamb, with his left hand.

- What an earth are you… - you started with a confused look but it quickly changed into a shock, your eyes got wide when you looked at his lips. He had a fresh scar there. - There’s no way…

- I can’t do this anymore. You drive me crazy. - he looked at you with a beast-like expression on his face.

- What do y- - you couldn’t finish your question.

Niki technically broke into your room, then kicked the door closed. He didn’t mean to scare you, but he was on the edge of completely losing control over himself. He took a step towards you. You didn’t step back. You couldn’t. That animal look on him made your legs weak, your mouth dry. The lust in his eye made you want him. You licked your lips. That was the last straw for him. The next thing you knew you were thrown against the wall. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a hungry wolf. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t plan to go easy and kind on you either. He hooked his hands under your knees, picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and thighs.

- Your smell is intoxicating to me. I still don’t know how did I manage to not to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the hood of your car, when there were just the two of us, alone. - he confessed into your ear, and that made you feel all kinds of incoherent thoughts.

You wanted to answer, but when he sucked on your collarbone, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan, which could have been heard in Hell as well. He growled in response, grabbed your shirt on the back, and tore it in half with such ease, letting it fall to the carpet. He took you away from the wall, then placed your back on your bed. He sit up, just to took of his shirt. He placed himself between your legs, arms next to your head to keep himself from crushing you. He looked you deep in the eye. The warm that radiated from him was unbearable. It made your stomach turn in itself. He leaned in to capture your lips, but he stopped just millimeters away from you. There was a silent question in the air. He got his answer when you closed your eyes. When your lips met, you felt like you jumped to another dimension. He tasted like a mixture of cigarette and beer. Your hands found their ways into his curls. His breath stuttered for a second, before letting out a purring sound into your lips and mouth. He liked that. No. He loved that. His left hand wandered down between the two of you, to pull your pants down. You let him. Then it was your turn to free him from his pants. He let you. He was bigger than you would have imagined, and thick. And also hard like a rock. You gently grabbed him to pump him a little bit, but he didn’t let you have your fun for too long. He needed you badly. He wanted to bury himself in you. He pulled your hand away from him, and just as you were to pull your legs up for him to get a better angle, he tightened his grip on your arm a little bit, and turned you around like he just picked up a feather. You got confused for a second but when you felt him at your entrance you put the puzzle together. Oh. He is half wolf after all. And without a second word he trusted his hips toward and filled you up. You pressed your face into your blanket to suppress some of your cry.

- I’m sorry, but you really bring the animal out of me... Meine schöne Beute...- was all he whispered, but waited for a little bit for you, to get used to him, before he started moving.

From slow and sensual trusts, you quickly arrived to needy and shameless fucking. His occasional growles got mixed with your load moans. Niki kept biting your neck and shoulders, and you couldn’t do anything, rather just take it. Not that you had any coherent thoughts about doing anything in that position. As both of you were coming closer to reaching your desires, Niki’s hands found their ways to the back of your own ones, interlocked your fingers, and raised both his and your arms above your heads on the bed. You saw the finish line, but before you could register the checkered flag, your pleasure hit you like a racecar. The man behind you finished the race as a close second. He stayed inside you until he got soft, then collapsed on the bed beside you. After you stopped seeing stars, you looked at him. He was already looking at you with his big caramel eyes. You felt this urge to cuddle him, you were already missing his warmth, although he wasn’t that far from you. He looked like he sensed your thoughts, because he opened one of his arms, invitingly. You quickly snuggled to his side, head on his chest. He was drawing circles on your back with the hand that was behind you. You reached up to the back of his neck, and started to slowly massaging the hair on it. He instantly started purring.

- I love this sound… - you slightly chuckled.

- I can get used to this… - he smiled.

- So am I... - the broken car was long forgotten.

Both of you drifted off to sleep like this, in the arms of each other. The last thing you heard was Niki’s heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Honk.

You shot your eyes open. You were in your car. In a parking lot. You sit up, confused, trying to solve your thoughts. You were tired, so you stopped to sleep a little bit in your car, before you reached your next destination. Was this all a dream? You climbed over to the driver’s seat. Started the car. Looked in the mirror on your right, on your left, then on the middle one. You saw a little purple spot under your shirt, around your neck. You pulled the shirt aside. A hickey on your collarbone.

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The End?...

#daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #werewolf au #car mechanic au #werewolf!au

[letters-from-eros]

I know you don't have rules for that already but can I ask for relationship hc's for Chuuya and Dazai with a fem or gender neutral s/o?😳❤

A/N: Am I foaming from the mouth for my first BSD request? Maybe. I hope this is good though. I added in a short part on how they asked you out cause I wanted this to be different and unique from most dating HCs.

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slight mention of suicide in Dazai's, cursing

Form: Headcanon

Also: These ran super duper long I'm so sorry

You managed to cuff the suicidal maniac, huh?

Well done, my friend, well done

It took him so long to ask you out, and even when he did it wasn't planned. In all honesty, he never planned to tell you about his feelings. The excruciating part for him is that he did fall pretty fast, and realized he was falling even faster.

He didn't deny them, that wouldn't make it go away. He knew that. He sat and let it festered, hoping it would just disappear at some point.

Had the mindset of anything he loved he'd lose, y'know? Sad but so.

The way I'd imagine it happening is that you both are either working late at the ADA (with just the two of you there) or just at his place hanging out into all hours of the night.

Both of you are laughing at some dumb joke Dazai made and as the laughter dies out he feels.. Bittersweet. You make him feel genuinely happy, like there's no need to put on any mask or facade. That was not a feeling he had with anyone else.

Once silence fully overtakes you both it slips out of his mouth, purely on accident.

"I love you"

"More than suicide?"

"Y/n I'm serious!"

From that night forward you had the pleasure of being the partner of Dazai Osamu, with his feelings being released in an extremely cliche coming-of-age-movie way.

Okay, onto actually dating Dazai

Still goofy as all hell. Honestly the only thing that has really changed is the he lets you in a lot less hesitantly on small things. Its easier to put cracks in his walls, per se

Unbothered by PDA and will probably make out with you in public and not see why that isn't a thing that should be done or why you wouldn't like it.

(Just tell him if you don't, he'll get over it eventually)

Will kiss you everywhere, doesn't exactly have a favorite place, but where he does end up kissing you the most is your forehead for convenience. He'll kiss your wrist if he's holding your hand, too.

Clingy as all hell, always wants to be touching you in some way and becomes the biggest dramatic bitch when he can't be around you.

Kunikida will actually punt him if he says he'll die if he's away from you for another second. For the tenth time

No more suicide attempts once you two are dating, and doesn't ask for a double suicide with you because he knows it'll upset you quite a bit

He flirts with you like he's trying to get you to date him lmao he will never ease up, especially if it gets you bashful.

Dazai would NOT be dating you if he did not trust you a whole lot, so thats something that is pretty vital to the relationship.

That being said, please be understanding of the pieces of Dazai he keeps locked away to never see the light of day again and trust him just as much as he trust you. Its important especially if you don't want the relationship to be one-sided

Also with the high amount of trust he places in you, he doesn't get jealous easily. I mean he may get pissy that you're not giving him any attention but jealous is never the right word to use

Mf finally washes his fucking clothes once he starts dating you. Doesn't smell like the bottom of the ocean on a regular basis anymore.

Dates are always chill and rarely super extravagant. Park dates are often but Dazai's truly preferred date is snuggling inside, watching a few movies and slipping in and out of naps.

Belladonna is his go-to petname for you, of course, but he may bounce around with other petnames for kicks.

He will start calling you weird shit if you ignore him for to long.

Never raises his voice at you unless its in some joking manner. On the rare occurrence that you two have an argument he would need to get extremely riled up before he resorts to raising his voice. He tries to have patience and usually succeeds.

Dazai gets SO soft and SO loving sometimes, and it can be out of no where or something minuscule could have sparked it. All I know is that its nice and cute 🥰

He's usually pretty vulnerable himself when he gets like that so match his energy, alright? If you don't he might end up a little sour for some short amount of time and be more hesitant to get like that

10/10 Lover. This is by no means an effortless relationship, its a constant battle of figuring out boundaries, running into walls and respecting them. Dating Dazai isn't toxic if you treat him right and when you do? It definitely pays off.

(This got so long. I've had so much pent-up Dazai love and all around BSD love and I finally had an outlet to completely let it out)

HUSBAND. THE LOML

Okay, sorry. But this man is the love of my life, and he will be yours as well.

Took him a while to really figure out his feelings for you, or to better put it, it took him a while to label the feeling he had towards you "love"

But ONCE HE DID mans was practically whipped before you officially started dating omg.

You could notice the shift in attitude when he figured out his feelings. He got nervous, went stiff and blushy all against his will. Maybe a tad bit more snappy.

He'd try to keep his cool and then just eat shit and become a babbling angry mess.

After every encounter and interaction with you he'd end up overthinking all of it and when he catches himself doing that he gets so upset with himself. It's really when he realized that he won't be able to keep his feelings a secret forever.

Definitely started avoiding you when planning on the 🌈perfect🌈 way to ask you out and blamed work if you asked him why he was avoiding you.

Anyway, the way he asks you out was almost as calculated as a proposal.

He asks you to meet him at the port and dress comfortably towards the end of the day

When you get there, Chuuya has a nice place set up for you both. A blanket and a bottle of expensive wine because we all know he's lowkey an alcoholic along with a very nice view of the ocean/port.

Chuuya made sure it didn't radiate too much romantic energy to give his plans away; also, he wasn't that nervous. Once he gets truly determined to do something, he doesn't let something like anxiety get in the way of it. The idea of being rejected was essentially an afterthough

Made an effort to make sure he didn't drink too much and neither did you. He didn't want to take advantage of the possibility of you being drunk by the time he asks you out and he knows he himself has a low tolerance

Once the sun began to set is when he asks. Stutters a little bit towards the beginning but smooths it out.

"Y/n, I uh.. I brought you to tell you that I love you."

"Have you drank too much already, Chuuya?"

"No! I'm completely sober!"

It was overall super cute and unforgettable, just as he planned.

Honestly, being in a relationship with this boy is just 🥰

Spoils you so much. You'll deadass be dripped out head to toe purely in stuff Chuuya has bought you.

Dw, he has an alright sense of fashion

Don't try to discourage him, that'll only get him to buy more stuff.

Chuuya's short and the concept of a size difference doesn't bother him at all, he'll find a way to kiss you regardless lol

On the topic of kissing, his favorite places are your lips and hands

He takes of his gloves whenever he's with you and let me tell you his hands are the softest things ever. Albeit his knuckles are a little calloused sometimes.

If you're anything like me, you'd want his soft hands on you 24/7 and y'know what? Chu would happily oblige.

He isn't like the biggest fan of PDA but certainly isn't against it. He'd rather keep things behind doors as much as he can. Holding hands and small kisses on the cheek are very fine by him.

He isn't like the biggest jealous type? He doesn't become overly irate or anything but certainly doesn't take any pleasure in watching you talk to other guys.

Chuuya does have some form of self restraint when it comes to that. Him getting a lil jealous is one of the only things that'll have him completely make-out with you in public or smth

Chuuya is very snuggly and touchy behind closed doors. He practically becomes Dazai but a lot less goofy

Oh yeah he definitely rants about how much he fucking hates Dazai now n again

Isn't huge on petnames but definitely calls you them every now and again.

Princess, babe and baby are his top few.

Chuuya definitely has a morning voice where it drops 2 octaves and its just 🥰

Never yells at you, its pretty shocking. The only times he's ever raised his voice with you is when its very obvious that he's not genuinely upset with you. Almost for comedic affect because it is angry short boy Chuuya

One may think arguments are often with Chuuya, but they're sort of not. He may be a pretty stubborn individual but he never argues to argue unless its Dazai-

He always works towards and agreement to end the argument as soon as possible. He keeps his cool and will never raise his voice. You can barely call them arguments because of how much he tries to keep his cool.

When he's stressed or had a bad day he gets extremely quiet because he doesn't even want the opportunity to open his mouth and take it out on you. The only words he'll say to you while he's in that state is that he's stress and you didn't do anything wrong just to make sure you're not worried over it.

All and all? Chuuya is the best and there's no way around it. He has his faults but always tries to improve and be his best self for you :)

(I had even more pent-up love for Chuuya and it got even longer, whoops-)

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[tipsydipsydo]

Netflix and Chill🍿[F]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

Gender of the Reader: gender neutral  

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Comedy/Crack (or maybe I'm just not funny😅) and at the end a little bit Smut

AUs: University Student AU; Best Friends to Lovers AU (the two just have an almost painfully hard crush on each other without realizing it!🤦‍♀️)

Warning: A really questionable passion for massages and hair play/fondling, some weird situations and a little bit sexual tension in the end but nothing graphic!

A/N: Why did I write this fanfic? Because I count to those peoples who just love to be massaged and have their scalp rubbed. And I have a friend who loves it as much as I do and on our last Netflix night this weird and at the same time hilarious situation really happened. (Yes, I write whole fanfics about strange incidents🤦‍♀️) And when I said goodbye to her, I promised her that I'll write a fanfic about it! She just shook her head laughing and just said:"You can't be serious!" Yes, I'm serious! (Love you Nini♡~)

Please just read the fic, it's really cute and adorable and it won't be that weird like you think now! 🙇‍♀️🙏

I chose Hoseok because a long time ago I read this:

"J-Hope likes if someone stroke his hair-he says it helps him to sleep, a routine he picked up from childhood (when he was young, his mother used to pat him gently to put him to sleep)"

[Source: J-Hope's Profile on KProfiles (I don't know how relieable this Source is!)]

Information: My Masterlist can be found at the end of the Fanfic! 📝

Summary: Hoseok and you are best friends, especially because you two share an unique passion for which you get sometimes quizzically looks from others. Like every Friday Night you meet up to watch some series on Netflix together and massage and fondle the hair of each other. All the same, all innocent as ever. Until it comes to a certain situation and you realize the true meaning behind "Netflix and Chill" faster than you expected...

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Pleasurably sighing you turn your head in Hobi's lap to the left side so he can run his fingers through your hair on your right side and massage your scalp with the gentle pressure of his fingertips. If you could, you would start purring like a cat right away, you just love how your best friend knows exactly which massage techniques you like the most.

It's a typical friday night at your place. Like every week you meet your best friend Hoseok either at his dorm room or he comes to your place to gossip a little bit about the university events of the week and to speculate who is into whom, whether person A finally dared to made the first step to person B at the last party and person B still didn't get the hint at all.

Normally you're not the type for gossiping at all and you usually don't do it either. After all, you should mind your own business and don't put your nose in other people's business. But sometimes you can't stop fantasizing together with Hobi how happy some peoples in your university could be if they would only dare to talk to their crush. Or, seen from the other side, believe this person and give them a chance.

Oh, it's just always so easy to discuss other people's problems rather than take care of your own, isn't it?

On these evenings you binge-watch various Netflix Series together and live out your almost "secret" passion. You both just love to get a massage, your hair fondled and a great scalp rub. But you have often noticed that most of your friends don't share this passion and even some of your closer friends look at you quizzically when you ask if anyone can give you a massage.

You talk about the dirtiest secrets with these people, but as soon as it comes to innocent massaging, you find yourself in a "No-No Zone" and some people looked at you as if you're a complete weirdo.

Well, maybe, you two really so have a special relationship for massages than the "normal" humanity. But in these moments you don't care, you have each other to get your desired caresses and that's enough. At least you think so. At least you hope so.

You still try to believe that you've taken Hobi into your heart because of your shared love for massages and hair fondling and not because there are more than "normal" feelings of a very, very close friendship building up in your chest.

Maybe there is really reason why you like it so much to talk with Hobi about other people's crushes. Maybe because not to think so much about your own crush on your best friend and to eventually learn how Hobi sees these things. To get maybe some info on what it means for him to have a crush on someone.

Ah fuck, you just want to enjoy your head massage, nothing more! You're overthinking and overinterpreting things again. There is nothing between you two and there will certainly not be anything. Why you just can't be satisfied with what you have?

"Honey, why are you knit your eyebrows together like that? Does anything hurts or is the pressure to much. Please tell me when I accidentally use to much pressure in my fingertips. Okay?", asks Hobi and strokes tenderly with his thumb over the furrow between your eyebrows until you have relaxed again and the crease has disappeared.

"No, everything is fine, Hobi. I just was thinking about my last lecture, nothing important.", you quickly say, you don't want to make him suspicious because of your unusual behaviour.

...and that's just another thing that makes it so hard for you not to like him even more that you already do when he gives you such cute petnames.

When you once asked him about it, he just shrugged with his shoulders and replied that your female friends call each other (and you included!) Sweetheart or even Darling and he's your best friend after all, why he shouldn't be allowed to do it too?

Yes. He is your best friend. And not your boyfriend. That's the terrible difference! You absolutely don't mind him calling you that way. Just... your damn feelings seems not to understand that small but significant difference!

With gentle stroking movements of his long fingers he indicates that your head massage is gradually coming to an end and that he indirectly wants his favor in return now. You two just enjoy these caresses too much.

A little playful smile forms on your lips as Hobi softly says:

"So... it's my turn now, right?"

"Why do I get the feeling that your massages getting shorter and shorter, just because we can switch places earlier then and you can get your turn of the massage?"

A slight blush tints Hobi's cheeks in a soft pink and he starts pouting in such a damn cute way, so that you can't be mad at him at all, even if you wanted to.

"Take it as a compliment that I can't get enough of you! ...your massages and all, you know...", he mumbles and is suddenly in a hurry to position his head in the hollow of your cross-legged seat and closes his eyes so he's no longer at the mercy of your intense gaze.

A soft giggle leaves your lips and you shake your head, but gently turn his head to the side and let your fingers slide through his hair with light pressure as well.

A deep sigh from Hobi's chest comes over his half-open lips as you start to massage his scalp with small circles and the perfect pressure.

God, that's one of the many things he loves you for. That you didn't laugh or tease him when he told you at your first Netflix marathon a year ago, that he loves to get massages and hair fondling. Sometimes he needs it to fall asleep, that's why he usually watches ASMR massage videos now, to relax and then finally be able to finds his way into the dreamland.

But then there was you, completely different than all the others. Instead of teasing him you looked at him a bit shyly but with a bright smile on your lips and nodded strongly in agreement. Told him that you love it just as much he does and that all your friends look at you in the same confused way too, just like his.

And that was it when it started. With every new meeting he got to know so many other, also so lovely little habits of yours, so that's now difficult for him to keep his feelings for you in check everytime he sees you.

His friends already bother him constantly with the fact that he has his best friend saved as "Sunshine" together with a yellow little heart in his phone. Moreover that he calls you with various petnames, as if you're his partner and not his best friend.

Yoongi also start to asks him all the time when they finally get to the point of not just philosophizing about other people's lovestories and relationships and finally change their relationship-status from "friends" to "couple".

If only everything would be so simple. But that's just only dreaming and not reality. You two are friends, best friends. Unfortunately, to Hobi's displeasure, nothing more than that.

At least you allow him to call you with these petnames and he secretly enjoys it when other guys think that they don't have a chance anyway because it seems like you're already in a relationship with Hoseok.

Hobi hardly understands himself why he mutates into an almost shy and blushing mess when he's with you. Normally he's quite extroverted, outgoing, speaks to everyone and everything in no time, doesn't mince his words and he can be terribly direct sometimes too.

And you? You make your best friend discover unintentionally completely new sides of Quiet- and Shyness. Maybe just out of fear that you'd say that even as friends, if you knew he had a crush on you, it wouldn't work out. He doesn't want to lose a precious person like you just because of a rash gesture or certain words.

"I think you have to turn over on your stomach so that I can massage the back of your head too...", you say in a soft voice that makes Hobi's heart jump again. How he hates his lovesick heart...

He nods and without thinking about it, he turns around on his belly and shifts into a comfortable position. He's about to put his face right into the hollow of your crossed legs and that would mean, he would press his nose directly into your crotch.

That's the moment he realizes what he is about to do and stops abruptly.

"U-Uhm... I-I don't think I should do this...", he stutters in a raspy voice and clears his throat, laughing somewhat awkwardly.

Now you notice too what a questionable imagine this position would give and your head turn bright red. Oh God, why didn't you think of that?!

"Oh shit, I don't think I had thought it the whole way through. Maybe... maybe it would be better if you sit down properly and I would massage your neck and the back of your head in that position?", you say quickly in a nervous voice that almost rolls over.

Hobi nods quickly and gives you an embarrassed half smile before he sits down in your bed in an upright position and his back faces you.

Concentrated you start to massage Hobi's shoulders. You notice how he flinches and automatically stiffens when your hands touch him. Now your pressed lips forms a thin line, you're incredibly sorry to have put him in a such uncomfortable position.

"Sorry about... that. Let's just forget that stupid thing ever happened.", you murmur and stroke gently over and as calmingly as possible over his shoulders. Hobi nods slowly.

"I think we really should. Don't worry about it too much. I didn't realize it right away too. And nothing weird happend in the end anyway."

You hum in agreement. But you can't help it, you start to fantasize about what would have happened if it had happened. To fantasize a completely absurd, but for you completely comprehensible storyline together, why it would have been possible to kiss him. You're sure you seem to be losing your mind.

Yeah, if you only knew that Hobi had the exact same thoughts in his head as you in your own. How he could have managed to kiss and touch you after this hilarious situation. Maybe with a sassy comment like "I wouldn't mind to stay between your legs" and to elicit a cute and a bit embarrassed laugh from you. Then he would have "jokingly" wisper into your ear that he would like to be everywhere above or under you. Maybe you would have got the hint and maybe it would have given you both really a chance.

Maybe. Who the hell knows?

Hobi closes his eyes, relaxes again. God, why do you have to be so freaking good at massages? And before he can watch his mouth, a soft moan escapes his lips with the words:

"Yeah Baby, right there! Yes, that's the spot!"

You swallow hard when you hear this sensual sounds comes out of his mouth. Is he doing this on purpose to tease you? To take revenge to have embarrassed him? You can do that as well!

"Do you always moan like that when you have Sex?", you purr in his ear in your most seductive voice. In the corner of your eye you see Hoseok's Adam's Apple nervously bobbing.

"...do you want to find it out?", he asks with a growling voice and turns to you with darkended pupils.

Now there's nothing to stop you two anymore.

When Yoongi sees the unmissable hickeys on Hobi's and your neck on Monday morning and the way you two smile at each other like two idiots in love and can hardly keep your hands of each other, he sighs in relief.

"Thank God! Finally the miserable sneaking around like two lovesick cats has come to an end! Gradually we couldn't look at that anymore either!", he says it in the moment as the other boys turned around the corner.

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Uh suggestion for a possible continuation of the story where the bad sanses caught Dream and brought him to nightmare- where they meet him again, and he is, like the complete opposite of what they expected him to be like, like they found them, and this tiny looking glorified swap sans doesn’t seem to be scared of nightmare- or if he is he has a fuck ton of bravery because he is actually telling off nightmare

Fandom: UTMV

Characters and pairing: Dust, Killer, Horror, Dream, Nightmare, past dreammare

Warnings: cursing, attempted manipulation, violence

Word count: 1,774

Tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi​ @therandomskelekey

"What are your questions regarding Dream?" Nightmare asked the three of them, observing them with a neutral expression on his face, his hands tucked behind his back, his tendrils waving a little.

"Well... How do you know him, boss? He seems so... Brightly colored? And from what we can tell, he's Ink's newest companion?" Hatchet responded, taking point on asking questions, as Dust and Killer had a tendency of putting thier feet in their mouths when trying to ask personal questions - which could result in boss trying to stab the fuck out of them if they didn't handle this well.

Nightmare sighs "Dream is the guardian of positivity. I am the king of negativity, and the two of us are natural opposites. We were created in the same timeline. He and I knew one another for a time, but after certain events, I left him in a stasis spell after gaining a significant amount of power. I was able to figure out how to leave our original timeline and began to expand my sphere of influence after destroying what was left of the rest of our timeline - those pathetic mortal fools did not deserve a shred of Mercy. Recently he escaped the stasis spell and I have been trying to recapture him, so that he doesn't cause more trouble than he already has since he has come back."

"Ah... Are you-" Dust began to ask, a couple of bones appearing around him, clearly about to ask whether or not they were going to kill the positive little shit, or if Boss wanted to try to turn him to their side first, when they heard something clang loudly. All four of them turned and noted that the doors to the throne room had been blown off their hinges and had fallen with a titanic thud to the floor. 

There in the doorway stood Dream, a longbow in hand. Dream charges towards the four of them, though his focus is on Nightmare alone. He moves with a surprising amount of speed as his bow turns into a short staff and he lands a good, solid hit on Nightmare "You asshole! You couldn't have tried to fight me, you had to have someone grab me while I was sleeping for the first time in half a millennium, didn't you? Then again it doesn't surprise me. What, afraid that I would have fought you? I didn't take kindly to the shackles, or the idiotic shades arguing about who I might be, which is what I woke up to."

"Dream, I-" Nightmare began, rubbing his cheek, sending a couple of tentacles after the two of them, clearly trying to grab the other.

Dream was startlingly fast, dodging Boss's tentacles with an ease that belied his tiny, cute looking exterior "Don't you even start! You trapped me in fucking stone for five hundred years! Do you have any idea what it's like to be frozen, but able to observe the world around you? I heard every agonized scream. Every plea for mercy. I heard your crazed laughter and the sound of their organs as you ripped them apart! And don't say that they were all guilty. you hunted down every last living being, from the smallest ant to the largest creature you could find, sentient or not! Then you leave our timeline a miserable, desolated wreck. Did you ever once think to check back on me? To at least see if I was conscious in my prison? Or did you not care?"

"I... I thought that you were asleep. I couldn't sense you." Nightmare responded, a small frown appearing on his face "Since when do you swear? And what the hell are you doing with that soulless bastard and the glitched swap?"

"They were the first living beings I found after I managed to escape the desolate waste that you made of our home, Nightmare." Dream's eye lights shine brightly, and there is a shade of madness in them "I spent... So long... So alone... With my thoughts... There is more I could have done to help you... Before you turned into this goopy plop fountain. I break out, desperate to try to find you and figure out what the hell happened... I ran into Blueberror first, he was trapped in a white void with determined human souls hanging over him in the area above. He had no idea who you were, but I... I know what it's like to be so achingly alone and wasn't going to abandon him in such a place, so I asked him to come with me. He agreed. We stumbled from timeline to timeline, trying to get him to his home, trying to find you. That's how we found out that you elected yourself supreme ruler of the edgelords. We found Ink battling Blue's jailor and decided to help. Ink was able to send us to Blue's timeline, but it was a desolate mess and we met-" Dream abruptly stopped talking, looking away from Nightmare.

Nightmare paused for a moment, his eye lights brightening "You met Core!Frisk, didn't you? You know how to get into the Omega timeline. Dream... My darling starlight... I have missed you dearly. It wasn't that I abandoned you, I simply... I simply couldn't face that desolate wasteland, with the memories that haunted me there. Of what the villagers did to me, and the sweet memories with you tinged with bitterness as I missed you..." The lord of negativity purred, voice low and sweet as he approached Dream. If Dream had contact with Core Frisk, it was likely that they had allowed Dream into the Omega timeline... And if Dream could allow him access to the Omega timeline - where no mercy timeline survivors, and survivors of destroyed timelines through other means would be...  It could be fertile hunting grounds for him. For both a feast of negativity, and people to recruit and use for his own purposes. He just had to win Dream over.

Dream growled, taking a couple of steps backwards, whacking the tentacle that he had outstretched to try to touch him with his staff "Don't you dare try to touch me! You lost the right to call me starlight the moment you attacked me. I was trying to help and you-"

"Who were you trying to help, Dream? The villagers, who had come with fire and pitchforks to kill us, because I was desperate and miserable and broken from their decades of abuse that you didn't notice what they were doing to me - too busy with their petty concerns and their sweet flattery." Nightmare countered, moving purposely closer to Dream, dodging the attack "Sunbeam, I have missed you dearly... and I can sense your loneliness and desire to be close again. I do as well. Come, join me, my mate."

The three of them had gone from stunned that this short, glorified swap sans would dare attack Nightmare to stunned. They hadn't begun to suspect that Dream, though apparently Nightmare's opposite in power set, was both either very brave or stupid or both... But that the two of them were mates. This didn't seem to be going very well - although for who, none of the three of them could tell. They were slowly backing off, wanting to let the two immortals deal with their... Marital spat without getting involved.

"Don't you even dare - I tried to get them to fucking stop tormenting you. I didn't know that they hurt you... Not for certain. If I refused them, they would target you worse, the moment I wasn't with you. Do you have any idea how much pressure they put on me to be the perfect fucking image of positivity that they wanted to see of me? I couldn't show any negative feelings or they would hurt you worse, assuming that it was your fault. If I wasn't with them from sun up to sunset they would whine and beg and come to us at night, pleading for me to help them with something that had come up. Eventually I gave up refusing them anything, knowing that it was pointless." Dream hisses, swiping at Nightmare again "Don't you dare try to fucking manipulate me, you... You're not the Nightmare I once knew... He never would have killed and tormented thousands... I've seen some of the timelines you rule over... They are... So miserable... Which of course, gives you even more power..." He shuddered a little, tears streaming down his face, shaking a little.

"I... Perhaps have been harsher on them than I otherwise might have been... But with you at my side, you can point out when I have gone too far. Show me how to rule with more kindness and civility." Nightmare murmurs "Starburst... Can you not sense how much I have missed you?"

Dream swallows a little and shifts a bit, a touch of a golden blush tinting his cheeks "I... I can sense that you certainly miss something about me... But you're far more likely trying to sweet talk me into siding with you, so that I don't become a thorn in your side - or talk Ink into actually doing something about the people within the timelines, rather than making sure that the AUs themselves are functional. And stop it with the petnames! The moment you attacked me at the base of The Tree you lost all rights to call me by those names. You're no longer the being I loved, and you... You haven't been for a long time, no matter how much your magic feels like him, and you sound like him..." With that, Dream blew a hole in the castle wall that extended through the hallways until they could see faded day light. Dream ran through the holes he had made with surprising speed, and Nightmare pursued - the three of them chasing after. Dream leapt from the battlements into a portal, their boss unsuccessfully trying to catch him with his tentacles and magic, falling stars only knew where. 

Nightmare stared at the spot that Dream had vanished through for a distressingly long period of time. "... I want you to find him and bring him back to me. He will be a huge threat to all we have built, and I will be able to convince him to join me sooner or later. I could sense the emotional conflict within him. And get someone competent to fix the holes he made in the walls, and assign more guards to this area."

"Yes boss!" the three of them responded, saluting the other as Nightmare stalked deeper into the castle, clearly in a very bad mood.

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sleep comfort for both of you // illinois x reader

So How About That Date? ( A Heist With Markiplier x Reader Collection [SFW])

Pairing: Illinois / Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 1446

Rating: General Audiences

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Tags: gender neutral reader | Comfort | Fluff and Hurt/Comfort | Hugs | Everyone Needs A Hug | Fluff | POV Second Person | Mention of insomnia

Notes (more notes at the end): credit and thank yous to people in the @yancy-support-group​ discord server (come and join us) for giving me lots of inspiration for this

Sleep sometimes felt like your worst enemy.

You'd just be laying there at the end of the day all ready to rest and your body would just say no, no sleep for you. No matter how busy or active you had been that day, sleep just wouldn't happen. You'd just lay there staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning in the hope your body would find a position it liked. Laying there for who knows how long and checking the clock to realise you'd been awake for hours at that point. You could often tell when it was going to happen after about the first five minutes of laying down. You couldn't really explain it, but even if you were tired you could feel when your body and brain were just not going to accept sleep that night.

And then on the nights where insomnia wasn't holding you hostage, you'd find yourself kept away by noises and rocks digging into your back in forest shelters and caves and deserts as you stuck by Illinois side. You'd be trying to get to sleep but the slightest wind or dripping or water could keep you awake.

Not Illinois though, that man could sleep anywhere. You supposed he was used to it by now after being on so many adventures and journeys and having to sleep in all sorts of conditions and weathers and climates. He wasn't a heavy sleeper though. Though you were incredibly easily disturbed whilst trying to fall asleep, not everything woke you up once you were actually asleep. It was probably for the best Illinois wasn't a very heavy sleeper as on more than one occasion you'd been awoken by him dragging you awake (and one time giving up and you woke up slung over his shoulders) as the cave ceiling decided it didn't like you anymore and started to rain in on you both.

So he wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper, but he could fall asleep in the tightest and most uncomfortable places, which is why it was such a surprise after laying inside in your nice, warm bed with him, it had been over an hour and you knew he still wasn't asleep. Of course he hadn't said anything, he liked acting all self-sufficient and independent. It had been wonderful to watch that act fade as he got more comfortable around you and you started spending more time together and for you to realise that deep down he's soft and does care (though he still has that bravado). He's just lost so many partners he tries to push people away nonchalantly so that there's no risk of anyone else getting hurt. But you made it clear you were staying and there's no way he could get rid of you now.

You rolled off your back and onto your side to face him. He didn't move, just kept laying there with his eyes closed. You knew he was awake, his body was too tense and rigid.

"Ow," His eyes shot open as you jabbed him in the waist. He blinked up at you while you glared down at him. "Alright darlin', you caught me. I'm not keeping you awake, am I?"

"Only thing that's keeping me awake is my stupid brain. But what's keeping you awake, huh? I've never seen you having problems falling asleep. You know if you're worried about anything you can tell me."

He smiled at how earnest you were being. "It's nothing, you just try and sleep."

"It's not nothing. If you're going to lecture me about how sleep is necessary then I'll fling that right back at you."

You stayed staring at him, eyes locked as if he was challenging you to drop it. He sighed.

"It's nothing, alright. I suppose I'm just not used to all this. I'm so used to sleeping outside I hadn't realised how quiet things can get indoors. The bed's softer than what I'm used to, but it's not too bad. It's the silence I think. It's like it's just itching under my skin. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it, you can get enough beauty sleep for the two of us." And of course he winked at the end.

"Hardly," You scoffed. "I don't think I'm doing any sleeping tonight. I'd offer to open the window to help if it wasn't freezing outside."

"Now you don't have to do that on account of me. Why don't you just lie back down next to my big, strong, warm body," You laugh and drop your head onto his shoulder. "And you can at least get yourself some rest."

It was a shame you couldn't open the window though. It might help him to at least be able to hear some sounds of wind or nature or... You felt like an idiot, why didn't you think about this before?

"Now where do you think you're scampering off too?" Illinois questioned as you crawled away from him and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. "You know those things don't help you sleep right? Those screens aren't any good for you."

You ignored his complaints as you broughtup Youtube on your phone. "We're not going to be looking at it, we're going to listen to it. Sometimes when I can't sleep and I'm on my own I play ASMR videos, whether it's someone talking or often just soundscapes and sound effects. The noise helps my brain focus on something that isn't my biggest worries and fears creeping into my head at the worst possible time, you know. So, I thought, there's lots of videos of forest sounds and cave sounds and nature sounds... all sorts of sounds really, and we could play one and maybe it would help?"

His brows furrowed and he looked confused for a moment before pondering whether to trust your phone.

"I'll put it face down on the table so they'll be no light and no looking at the screen," You said trying to convince him.

"Alright, if you think if might help. Can't hurt, I suppose."

You tried and not look too excited as you pulled up a video of cave sounds (water droplet effects and wind and ambience) and reached back over to put your phone back on the table, turning the volume up so he could hear it from the other side of the bed.

You laid back on your side, facing him, watching and studying him as he closed his eyes again. Ever so slowly his body started to relax into the mattress.

"So maybe your phone isn't completely evil."

"It's helping?!" You forced your voice quieter as you were too excited to be able to be helping him.

"Yeah, sapphire, it's helping," He murmured and you blushed at the pet name.

He seemed fine for a while before he began shuffling a little.

"Do you mind if I..." He glanced down at where his hand now was, stretched outwards towards you and hovering next to your own. "I just want to... know you're still here..."

Your heart ached. You were slowly working out how touch-starved he was and how long it had been for him since he'd last experienced physical affection. "Of course."

He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your arm over his stomach as he settled your joined hands there. You nuzzled into his shoulder. His thumb stroked over the back of your hand and he chuckled.

"It's adorable how you're smaller than me," You looked up and he was just staring at your joined hands with the goofiest, softest grin on his face and he sighed and he just looked fucking dreamy and you could have sworn he was blushing.

You moved to place a kiss along his jaw. "Well we can't all have 'big, strong hands' like you," You lowered your voice in some poor attempted at imitating him and you both laughed. "I'm glad though..." You muttered. "That you're fine with me and all."

"Darlin' I am so much more than 'fine' with you, you know that."

"Yeah, I know."

"And it is helping, it seems to be at least. The noise and you, holding your hand like this... sort of embarrassing to say, but of course Illinois doesn't get embarrassed by anything, but... it's nice, grounding even."

"We should do this more often then," You said around a yawn that broke out of your mouth mid-sentence.

"We should... But for now, sleep, for both of us."

You mumbled some form of agreement into his shoulder. "G'night Illy." He would groan and complain about that nickname, but he'd never actually asked you to stop using it.

"Good night, sweetheart."

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More notes: credit and thank yous to people in the yancy-support-group discord server (come and join us) for giving me lots of inspiration for this:(a collection of messages I took inspiration from)

Starship: Illinois: .....i didn't know you where this strong sapphire

Tinam: but Illinois exclusively using gemstones names as petnames with Y/N

Mars: Does Illinois hold Y/N's hand when he sleeps? I feel he'd do Illi loves that Y/N has smaller hands than him. He'll just be a blushing mess because "holy????? fuck??????? Whenever they hold hands he just has the biggest fucking heart eyes, the goofiest grin and can't stop sighingthank you all for saying it was okay for me to take these ideas and be inspired by them and write things based on them

 i know it's been a little while, but my mental health took a dive but now i'm working on getting myself better.

huge thank you to everyone who's been leaving comments and kudos and requests, it means a lot.

big thanks to starship in the yancy-support-group discord server for giving me most of my inspiration for this, more on that in the notes at the top of this chapter. 

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[thepartyresponsible]

I have so many ideas about what love could start a war is - I need to know! And not beyond repair sounds amazing just from the title - it sounds like a Jason Todd life motto (or really, for the person paired with him)

ha! i love the idea of “not beyond repair” as jason’s motto. that’s amazing. i talked about that fic right here.

love could start a war is the sequel to shatter together. it’s still in pretty early stages, but here’s how the story starts.

warnings for violence and preemptive apologies for the cliffhanger.

It’s not a regular thing, him and Jason. It’s not a thing at all, and Clint keeps remindinghimself not to think about it like that. It’s just that, every now and then,when he picks up a job in Gotham, he’ll check in with Jason, just to see him.And Jason never tells him to cut it out, so Clint keeps coming back. Because henever learns. Because, no matter how many times he’s taught, he still hears You can stay as Yes, please stay.

In the beginning, he haunts rooftops, wanders the skyline atnight, puts himself where Red Hood is likely to find him.

“Hey,” Jason says, the first time Clint sees him after thenight they met. He pulls his mask off, and his hair falls across his forehead,black and curling, sweat-drenched at the roots. The grin he gives him couldbreak hearts at fifty paces, and here’s Clint, like an idiot, standing at pointblank range.

God, he’s doomed.

“Looking for me?” Jason prompts, when Clint doesn’t sayanything.

“Maybe,” Clint says, trying for cool. “Yeah,” he says,immediately afterward, because he’s not cool. He’s never been cool. Not in hiswhole damn life. He points at Jason’s helmet. “But, if you’re busy, I can–”

“Not busy anymore,” Jason says. It’s nice, that edge ofinterest in his voice. He sounds like he’s happy to see him. “Patrol’s over.”Jason gestures down at the alley, at a motorcycle waiting below. “Wanna get abeer?”

“Yeah,” Clint says, shoulders relaxing. “Sounds good.”

The next time he’s in town, Clint tracks down the bike and thenwaits for Jason to come back to it. The morning after that, when Jason wakeshim up by working a line of kisses and bites from his collarbone to the edge ofhis jaw, he gets Jason’s phone number.

“Just call me, alright?” Jason says, when Clint stares downat the number, written out in bold, jagged handwriting on the back of acrumpled takeout receipt. “You’re too pretty to stand on street corners,waiting for me. Someone’s gonna steal you.”

Clint rubs at his face to hide his blush and wishes he didn’tblush at all. He hasn’t seen Jason blush, not once, and the things Jason saysshould make anyone blush. They canmake Clint blush for days afterward. The things Jason says can send Clint’s bloodrunning several different directions, and he tries not to think about them whenhe’s working. Or in public.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Clint says, but he folds the paper upcarefully and slips it into his wallet.

Jason stares at him for a second with that pinched,skeptical look he gets whenever he hears something he doesn’t like. “I’m notbeing an asshole,” he says. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Don’t stand on streetcorners in Gotham after dark. That’s a real good way to end up less pretty.”

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Clint says.

Jason sighs like Clint’sthe one being weird and difficult, but he climbs in the shower about twominutes after Clint, so he doesn’t seem like he minds all that much.

Clint calls the next time, and Jason answers on the secondring, with a short, unfriendly, “What?”

“Huh,” Clint says, “that’s how you answer the phone?”

“Clint?” Jason’s tone changes, drops to neutral. Or whatClint had thought was his neutral,until he heard the way Jason greets everyone else. “Sorry. Didn’t know thenumber. Thought you were someone else. You in town?”

“For a couple days,” Clint says. “Gotta work tonight, butthen I’ll be around.”

“Okay,” Jason says. “You gonna stop by after? I can leavethe door unlocked, if it’ll be late.”

“In Gotham?” Clint says. “You’re gonna leave the doorunlocked in Gotham?”

“Sweetheart,” Jason says, with a laugh in his voice, “anyoneballsy enough to come after me in this town isn’t gonna be stopped by a fuckingdeadbolt.”

He doesn’t mean anything by it. Clint remembers Jason calledsomeone sweetheart in the bar, onthat first night, and then he’d smashed that guy’s face into a pool table, soclearly it’s not an actual term of endearment. It’s not a petname. It doesn’tmean anything.

“I’ll be by,” he says. He hadn’t planned on it. But hedoesn’t care what his plans were. “Lock your door, though. I’ll pick it when Iget there.”

“Look at you,” Jason says, sounding amused and maybepleased. “Guess I’ll see you later then.”

“Sure,” Clint says, and hangs up before he says somethingstupid like Looking forward to it or It’ll be good to see you again.

After that, Clint always calls, and they plan to meet atJason’s apartment, or at some bar, or in a series of 24-hour diners. Jason’sonly late once, and Clint isn’t worried,because it’s not his place to worry about him, but he goes looking anyway, justto pass the time.

He finds Jason in an alley, fighting three men. All three ofthem have knives, but Jason’s fighting with his fists, and his body armor isgood enough that there isn’t much blood. But there is blood, and it bothers Clint, seeing it.

Clint drops all three of them, arrows punched right intotheir hearts. He waits on the rooftop, catching his breath, while Jason collectsthe arrows and then climbs the fire escape to meet him.

“Hey,” Clint says, when Jason steps onto the roof, arrows inone hand and helmet in the other. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your work.But the bars close in an hour, you know? Kinda want to get a beer.”

“Fuck the bars,” Jason says. He walks right up to him, pinshim against the nearest gargoyle, and Clint can feel the warmth of him, throughall the leather and body armor he wears. “I’ve got beer at home,” he says,mouth right against his throat.

“Shit,” Clint says, tipping his head back to give him moreroom. “Okay, sure. We can go wherever you want.”

So it’s not a thing, but it’s a recognizable pattern. Everytime he calls, Jason lets him in. They never say goodbye, because Clint alwaysleaves when Jason isn’t looking, sneaks out while he’s in the shower ordisappears after Jason goes out on patrol. And that’s shitty, probably, justleaving like that, but Jason never calls him on it, so maybe he doesn’t mind.

It’s not a thing. It’s nothing.

It’s still the closest thing to an actual relationship witha person that Clint’s had since he left the circus. Unless you count AgentCoulson, who’s been dogging him for at least two years. Which Clint sure ashell does not, because he’s runninglow on scraps of dignity but isn’t completely in the red yet.

Whatever they have, it doesn’t explain why Clint’s here,standing outside of Jason’s apartment at a truly unholy hour of the morning,pounding his bloody fist against door.

“Fuck,” he says, quietly, to himself, and tries not to swayin place.  

#writing #asks #shatter together

[bts-fic-collection]

Do you have any long college AU Vhope, Taekook or Taegi you haven't already recommend? I'm sick and v bored

I do have some! I hope you feel better soon! ^_^

Category 1: Vhope

Of Daisies, Polaroids and Bluebirds by wanderlash

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 51,405

Summary: When Kim Taehyung starts college he’s aware that his life is going to change.

However, he had never planned befriending six crazy guys with the same dreams as him and joining a music contest with them. And he had definitely never planned falling in love.

To the New Days by exfatamorgana

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 99,805

Summary: Everything started the day Jeongguk died.

(That wasn’t true, wasn’t true at all, but it was an untruth worth telling. Worth writing. Worth saying out loud. The kind of untruth worth repeating, until maybe it became a little bit true.)

Category 2: Taekook

Spring Love Blooms by gukkiepie

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 88,111

Summary: "Wanna talk about it?“ Jungkook asked after a while

.Did he want to talk about it? Yes, it would probably feel good to say it out loud, especially to a person who would be neutral, not being biased by the situation. It was a little dangerous for the guy could simply sell the information to the press, but Taehyung has always been a little reckless.

"It’s just that I feel lonely, but like, in a romantic way? If it makes any sense. I’m not sure if there is something wrong with me, but somehow I keep meeting fake people who end up hurting me,” he spoke, looking at the sky instead of the boy. “I feel insecure and I don’t know who to trust anymore,” he stayed silent for a while. “And here I am ranting about my problems to a stranger,” he let out a soft giggle.

“Well, this is the third time we meet today. Kinda boyfriend-like if you ask me,” Jungkook joked to lighten up the mood. Taehyung was surprised not to receive pity or some cliché ‘It will be alright’ again. They both chuckled at the words and soon after Jungkook spoke again, “You know, we never know until we try, and I guess disappointment is a part of it. If everything was smooth, then life would be boring.”

mochicheeks named the chat “sad school bois” by igotluvie

Rating: T

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 126,591

Summary: taetae: jungkook that’s not algebra that’s fucking mutlivariable calculus

kookie: same thing?

taetae: no

mochicheeks: not even slightly

kookie: GUYS QUICK

kookie: WHO REMEMBERS MULTIVARIABLE CALUCUS

taetae: it’s calculus

taetae: not calucus

Category 3: Taegi

Just Skin by syubology

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 164,794

Summary: Yoongi is small and angry and 200% done with having feelings; Taehyung is Taehyung; Hoseok harasses Yoongi with petnames and Jimin ships Yoonseok. That's basically it.

Try your best shot at love (dance under my skin) by Bandit4Life

Rating: Not rated

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 116,018

Summary: Kim Taehyung is whipped and thirsty (maybe a tad awkward). Min Yoongi hides something and has wall after wall to protect himself. Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk can't really get their shit together. Jung Hoseok wears snapbacks at all appropriate and inappropriate times. Kim Namjoon is intrigued by one particular dancer and Kim Seokjin is the flamboyant straight to meet the quota.

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“Hi.” The word leaves his lips like a choked gasp and he instantly wants to turn around and run away again, possibly hide forever. He sounded weird, oh god, how is it even possible to say ‘Hi’ in the most embarrassing tone ever? He wants the freaking ground to open up and swallow him whole.

Yoongi doesn’t smile as he looks at him, his face stays motionless. “Hi?” The elder repeats it like a question and Taehyung shuts completely down. He hasn’t thought this far. He didn't even think he would come this far.

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Is Taehyung able to woo an emotional constipated Yoongi with his awkward advances?

#ask #vhope #taekook #taegi #taehyung #hoseok #jungkook #yoongi #college au #long fic #death #mourning #model au #coffee shop au #texting #Rating: M #Rating: T #Rating: E #Rating: Not rated