#i literally was just grinning like an idiot snuggled up in bed

[starshideurfics]

Can’t go home alone

steddie, aob, hurt/comfort, established secret relationship

I just can’t leave this concept alone 🥰

Pain pulses over and behind and around Steve’s eye along with the beat of his heart. It isn’t as bad as it was even an hour ago, and definitely not as bad as when he and Robin puked their guts out in the movie theater restroom.

But his head hurts. His chest hurts. And he just wants to curl up in his nest and hope his parents don’t come home in time to see him like this. 

But the paramedic checking him says he’s definitely got a concussion. “Have you got someone who can keep an eye on you for the next 48 hours?”

“I… Yeah, I do.” Steve leans his head on Robin’s shoulder, needing the support as he’s hit with a sudden dizzy spell. He really doesn’t want to hurl again.

“Steve,” Robin whispers, “There’s no way my mom is letting me stay at your house for two days. Or letting you stay at mine. She would freak if I had an omega in my room.”

“I know,” Steve mumbles back. “‘Preciate the offer, Robbie, but I’ve got someone.”

“Steve. You can’t just shrug this off!”

“I’m not! I do have someone.” He pouts, breathes deep, her scent sour still from the truth serum leaving her system. His face is hidden in her short hair as he mumbles, “I’ll stay with Eddie.” Steve’s so tired. 

He just wants to rest his eyes a minute, but Robin shakes his shoulder.

“Eddie? Steve what are you talking about?”

“I’ll stay at Eddie’s. He’ll take care of me.”

Robin is struggling to focus, her brain not as scrambled as Steve’s, but after a day and a half without enough to eat or drink coupled with everything else, she’s just as tired and confused. “Eddie who?”

Tires screech to a stop at the edge of the Starcourt parking lot, the closest cars can come now with the barriers up. Steve whips his head around to look towards the noise and his head spins. But then he sees a familiar, shitty van, the driver’s door opening and closing loud enough for Steve to hear the slam over the surrounding hubbub.

Pushing himself to his feet, Steve starts walking towards the streak of denim and dark curls racing towards him. He’s grinning like an idiot as Eddie stops just short of barreling into him, the rangy alpha delicately cupping his face. “Steve, baby, what the hell happened?” His fingers brush gently along Steve’s brow, over the cut on his lower lip. “I saw on the news—about the fire—called your place a dozen times and no one picked up. Been half-crazy worrin’ over you, and it looks like I was right to.”

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles, pressing his cheek into Eddie’s touch.

“No, baby, not your fault. I’m just glad it isn’t worse.” He pulls Steve close, guides his face to the scent gland at his neck, and kisses his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Steve begins to purr, feeling safe for the first time in two days. “Can we go home?”

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Wait! I gotta tell Robin!”

“What? Is Buckley here, too?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just pulls out of Eddie’s grip and stumbles back to the ambulance where Robin is still waiting, wrapped in an emergency blanket, her blue eyes glued to him as he approaches. “You’re dating Eddie Munson?” The, ‘and you didn’t say anything about that when we were spilling our guts literally and metaphorically on the bathroom floor’ is implied.

“Yeah. Eddie’s the best. He’s really sweet and he’s got a big—”

“Please don’t make me barf on you by finishing that sentence. I do not need to know what you and your alpha get up to behind closed doors.” Robin reaches for his hand. “Just… Call me in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.” Steve squeezes her fingers before loping back to Eddie and snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest.

Eddie rubs at Steve’s back. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry.”

“Want me to make you a grilled cheese when we get back to my place?”

“Uh-huh.” Steve nods enthusiastically, only to bring on a wave of nausea, forcing him to shut his eyes and put all his weight on Eddie.

“Maybe I should just get you into bed.”

Steve moans wordlessly, lets himself be manhandled into the van, barely noticing anything beyond the bumps in the road that make his head ache more.

Once they reach Forest Hills, Eddie plops Steve on the couch, brings him water and a bag of frozen peas for his eye, and turns his attention to frying two sandwiches.

After Steve is fed, Eddie helps him into the shower, washing his hair in the tiny bathroom, and getting rid of the dried blood and days’ worth of sweat. 

They dry off together, and Eddie bundles Steve into his bed, their naked bodies pressed close beneath the covers. “I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie whispers, dropping a kiss to Steve’s unbruised temple. “You rest. And if you need anything, let me know, I’ll get it for you.”

“I know,” Steve hums, snuggling impossibly closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Now sleep.”

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #ficlet #stranger things fic

[homicidal-slvt]

Thoughts on COD men favorite way to cuddle? Personally I believe Soap likes to lay directly on top of his partner, he’s a whore for head scratches. Please any soft headcanons you have for 141+LV would do rn. I just need some soft boys. 🥹

How Do They Cuddle?

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COD SFW Head-Canons

Characters: John Price, Johnny Mactavish, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, Alex Keller, Gary Sanderson, Nikolai, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves, König, Farah Karim

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Warnings: None- Just Fluff.

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John Price

Loves to pull you into his arms in bed and be the big spoon, honestly okay with most cuddle positions.

Will lay on top of you and snuggle but it's typically unintentionally in his sleep- like a weighted blanket that snores and sleep talks.

Will pass out immediately if you rub his shoulders.

Johnny Mactavish

Absolutely adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest, your heartbeat soothes him and lord help him if you scratch his head- he may just drool.

Any and all types of spooning is welcome, will be the little or big spoon.

Hands on you every chance he is given, tugging you close in bed and nearly roasting you because this man is a straight up living furnace.

Simon Riley

Pulls you into his side so you can lay your head on his chest, typically sleeps laying on his back.

Absolutely melts if you press little kisses to the scars on his face, wraps his arms around you so tight that there is no escape.

Not opposed to you spooning him or just wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Kyle Garrick

Does the thing of tucking your head to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, will also hum a soft tune to you and murmur the sweetest things as you fall asleep.

Tuck your face into the crook of his neck and you'll hear an audible sigh of happiness, arms slipping around you to pull you impossibly close.

Kiss attack!!! Will randomly pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere else you'll let him- he just can't resist you.

Alex Keller

Absolute puppy energy as he follows you around closer than usual whenever he wants to cuddle, will eagerly pull you to him on the couch or wherever else you two sit down.

Tucks his face into the crook of your neck and purposely tickles you with his facial hair, grins like an idiot when you giggle and push at him.

Is typically the big spoon in bed because he just loves being the one with his arms around you, planting kisses to your shoulders.

Gary Sanderson

Lays on top of you to trap you with his affection, nuzzling and making little hum sounds to express how much he adores you.

Traces shapes and letters along your skin when you two are cuddling in bed, loves tugging you close to his chest and running his hands along your back.

Often pats his lap when he wants you to stop what you're doing and just come sit on him for snuggles for awhile.

Nikolai

Handsy? Handsy. Gentle touches at all times and constant hugs from behind, is so damn cozy though and knows it- pulling you into him every opportunity.

Loves having you lay on top of him like a blanket, mumbling loving words in Russian as he rubs your back.

If you're sitting beside him his arm is wrapped around you, however he much prefers you on his lap so he can hold you even closer.

Alejandro Vargas

Wants you to lay on him. Please lay on him or let him spoon you, he just has to feel you close so he can praise you softly.

Will drag you onto his lap to hold you when he feels you're working too hard, that's enough chores for right now- snuggle time.

Rubs his hands lightly up and down your sides when you two are in bed.

Rodolfo Parra

Literally the absolute sweetest- wants to sit and cuddle you while feeding each other snacks. Wants you on his lap so he can tell you about his day while sticking food in your mouth.

Loves being the little spoon or laying his head on your chest, run your fingertips along his back and he'll hum out in response.

Consistently gives you the coziest hugs and sweet forehead kisses, hands on your waist or lower back.

Kate Laswell

Intense spooning- prefers being the big spoon but will gladly be the little spoon. Loves taking care of you.

Wants you to lean your head on her shoulder when you two are sitting at home watching shows together.

Encourages you to tell her all about your day, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you drift off in her arms.

Valeria Garza

Holds your hands when you two cuddle in bed because it's romantic, presses kisses to your knuckles as you tell her about your day.

Praises you for whatever you accomplish and also insists that you take plenty of breaks so she can hold you.

Wants to be the big spoon or tuck your head against her chest so she can mumble sweetly in your ear.

Phillip Graves

An absolute menace who unleashes tickle attacks occasionally when you two are cuddling, usually though he just mumbles sweet things against your skin.

Showers you with kisses and groans softly as he eases into bed with you and with a 'c'mere darlin'' starts spooning you- loves being big spoon.

Wants you to lay your head on his chest sometimes as well, feel his breathing and steady heart beat while he rambles about his day.

König

Lay on him please- he craves it so bad to just feel you close like that. Wants to hold you tightly to himself and ramble about how much he loves you.

A giant teddy bear- please let him lay his head on your lap. He'll fall asleep instantly.

Gentle and doting wanting to give you massages constantly- if you return a massage though you will just hear so many soft groans and praises in German.

Farah Karim

Spoon spoon spoon- will be little or big spoon she doesn't care. Just let her tell you how gorgeous/handsome and perfect you are.

Rests her hands on your waist often when you're doing things, especially loves doing it if it makes you flustered.

Lay your head in her lap and she will gladly smile and stroke your hair- you're just so cute.

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{This prompt made me so excited I just had to do everyone. LMAO}

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[grimm-writings]

rainfall

…ft! dazai, chuuya, fyodor x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, some hurt/comfort on dazai’s, headcanon format, rainy day off with the boys!

…wc! 308 ; 369 ; 345 = 1022 

…notes! i don’t think i’ve ever seen fluffy idiot content of fyodor. i must rectify this.

Dazai

Dazai treasures rainy days more than anything.

“Oops sorry Kunikida, I can’t come in to work!!! Rain is just sooo heavy you know?”

The office is literally down the block he’s just not bothered

Who needs work when he has his beautiful partner?!

That’s what he whispers to you with a giggle and a grin as he nuzzles into your back.

Most times, that’s all it really comes to: a sleepy Dazai, cute compliments, and being lovingly held against your will.

Other days, it isn’t so easy.

He’s like a rock. The only notion you have that he’s awake is one of his eyes staring at the window outside, at the rain.  He doesn’t even message about his absence in advance this time – that’s up to you.

He isn’t as snuggly, but he doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around him and holding him.

Eating isn’t exactly something on his mind on these sort of days.  Even with that in mind, he’s always sure to quietly thank you when you hand-feed him meals.

Those days are difficult, but you make them easier.

“You have work today, right?  Don’t bother with the dishes,” Dazai calls out to you from the bedroom.  The clattering of the porcelain couldn’t exactly be hidden, you admit. Dazai sighs as you continue washing and drying.  New weight on the bed behind him makes him aware of your presence a few minutes later.  Your arms wrap around him without hesitation. “You don’t have to stay,” he says to you when the silence becomes too much for him. You merely snuggle further into his bandaged body.  “Yeah.  I want to, though.” To his own surprise, Dazai relaxes into your touch and words. “...Well.”  He smiles for the first time all day, softly, and his eyes linger up to the rainfall again.  “If you say so.”

Chuuya

Days off are all too rare in Chuuya’s line of work.

As soon as he’s free, he’s tiredly at your side, and he is not leaving.

Seriously he is … so clingy when he’s tired.  Whether you’re shorter or taller than him, prepare for his arms to be slung over your shoulders and his face in your hair.

Mention it to him and he’s grumbling all crabby lol.

You’ll have to wake up in the mornings to his work clothes sloppily discarded throughout the hallway to your room.  He wanted to conk out STAT.

He insists he’ll pick it up later (when he’s getting dressed for work again)

Rainy days aren’t exactly anything that stops him from working, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take the opportunity to call in for a day off once in a while.  He can almost hear the smile on Mori’s face over the phone telling him to enjoy it.

He’s fairly average at cooking when he eventually does get up, maybe sometime in early afternoon.  If he’s too sleepy though?  …Yeah, keep him away from the heat.

Overall, it feels… super domestic having these free days with him.  He wouldn’t mind this every day, if the opportunity presents itself.

If you knew you’d be greeted to this, you would have woken up a little earlier to at least catch him. “Mornin’!”  Chuuya leans back against the kitchen counter, breakfast on the table between you two.  A tired smirk is on his face, proud of his cooking.  Simply dressed in his work shirt and his boxers, the look of him is just too much for you to handle right now. You walk over to give him a small peck on the cheek, thanking him gently.  As you eat, wondering what it’d be like if he could make you breakfast every morning, you glance up and point a fork at him. “After this, I want some snuggles for at least another hour.” Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from scoffing playfully at your ‘threat’, resting his chin on his palm.  “Well… I’ll see what I can do.” You smile, digging back into your food.  You know he wouldn’t let you go once you’re back under covers.

Fyodor

It all started with you judgementally asking if he even has a life outside his work.

You didn’t expect him to get so offended, but his glance over and raised eyebrow gave you all you needed to know about his answer.

The next morning, you didn’t expect to actually have him be beside you as you shake slumber off you.  He’s almost always at his computer by the time you’re up.

It’s not as if Fyodor is neglectful in any way, he’s just … a little peculiar in his habits, for lack of any nicer terms.

Before you could even ask, he’s already greeting you in a gentle voice, tacking on a sweet nickname on the end of it.

Oh.  Oh he was awake the whole time.

This is a competition to him.

You could almost sigh in disbelief.  For someone supposedly so intelligent and wise, he sure has his moments.

Rainy days with Fyodor are spent with him suggesting activities to do together, but it’s very obvious he just put “at home activities” in the search bar and clicked the first link.

You don’t remember having this many board games.  How did he do this.

The night comes to a close as Fyodor sits with you in his lap, finishing up some professionally recorded opera of sorts.  You couldn’t understand half of it, but Fyodor laughed at it a few times, so it must have been good.  His chin rests on your shoulder and you can feel his smile. “So, did I prove you wrong?” “...What, about having a life?”  You can’t help but roll your eyes.  “You sure proved something alright.” Fyodor hums, sarcasm dripping from just that single note.  “You should treat me more fairly.  I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” You would bite back with another retort, if not for Fyodor twisting his neck so he could peck your lips before resting back against the chair. Trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks, you sigh.  “You’ll get it with practice.” “Ah, so there IS a next time.” “Shut it.”

#✮ grimm's fics! #bsd #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd scenarios #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #dazai fluff #chuuya fluff #fyodor fluff #bungou stray dogs

[meowzfordayz]

this morning

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

You hate being woken up early, sitting up in alarm thinking it’s past noon, then checking your phone and realizing it’s only 8am. Usually, the blinds are closed. But this morning is different. This morning is steeped in pale rose and lavender, hints of peach clinging to the underside of clouds as the sun slowly rises, light shining softly into the bedroom. Winter mornings may be colder, but they’re also more tender — a gentle, drowsy caress of circadian rhythm, so unlike the bright and eager mornings of summer or spring.

“Sanemi?” you rasp, eyes still closed as you rouse your limbs, body gradually registering the lack of heat beside you.

You aren’t concerned. It’s Monday anyway, and while you work later in the day, your husband does not.

Groggy, you force yourself to sit upright, back supported by a plethora of pillows as your gaze drifts to the bedside table. He usually leaves a note, or a silly doodle (he’s the greatest artist you’ll ever know), or sometimes just a glass of water. Nothing today. You shrug off the odd sensation of his absence, stretching with a mangled yawn as you resist the urge to pick up your phone. Maybe he texted? But you aren’t panicked. Nope. You’re sleepy and calm. Everything is fine. Perhaps he shaved this morning and left in a hurry, or got distracted cleaning the kitchen after cooking himself breakfast. Sometimes he forgets you remind yourself It’s not like he has to say goodbye.

You do vaguely recall him murmuring Good morning to your mostly unconscious figure, a careful kiss pressed to your forehead as the sheets were tucked neatly under your chin. Shh he’d whispered, tapping your cheek with an adoring look You don’t need to get up yet. So you hadn’t. You’d snuggled deeper into the mattress, a slurred Morning-love-you barely audible as he’d left the room, the door not quite closed behind him.

“You’re awake.”

You shriek.

“Well fuck,” Sanemi snorts, gleaming with amusement, doorway framing his shower tousled hair and plain white shirt, grey sweatpants slung lazy around his hips, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re at work!” you exclaim accusingly, heartbeat spiking at his presence.

He grins easily, making his way toward the edge of the bed.

“It’s Monday!” your arms would be flapping if you weren’t so confused, “Are you sick? Why aren’t you resting?!”

“You forgot,” he remarks wryly, reaching a familiar palm to your knee, squeezing you through the blankets.

“No,” you snap, “You forgot!”

Brow furrowing, he hesitates, “What exactly did I forget?”

And then your face warms, suddenly petulant as you grab for his hand, bringing his knuckles to your mouth. You blow gently, nuzzling your lips against the faint moisture before pouting.

“Tosaygoodbye.”

Unfortunately, he is your husband, and he understands your mumble-speech like no other.

“Seriously?” he’s grinning again, like he knows a secret that you aren’t yet privy to.

“Yes,” you huff, shooting him a glare, “Not to be clingy, but to be totally clingy, I really appreciate when you write me little notes and stuff.”

“You’re so dumb,” he sighs, ignoring your indignant squawk as he continues to say, “It’s literally your birthday you idiot. I took today off.”

Oh. Oh! Oh!!

Your shock evident by your silence, Sanemi leans over to peck your cheek, winking as he dips lower to nip at your jaw.

“Reservations for breakfast are in two hours. You can stay here or join me on the couch until then.”

“And what about my job?” you finally blurt, “I didn’t request time off.”

He shrugs, “That’s fine,” brimming with smugness as he drawls, “What I dropped off should be enough to convince your boss to let you go home early. And dinner’s on me,” grazing your earlobe with his teeth as he smiles, “Dessert too. Definitely dessert.”

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Despite his thinly veiled warning, you are not prepared for the mass of flowers awaiting you at your job, a handwritten card accompanying the arrangement as you search frantically for your phone, already determined to call Sanemi and sob demand to know when he became so romantic (happily, of course).

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #drabble #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧

Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.

Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.

16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.

First Chapter Master List

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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.

“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.

“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?” He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.

“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.

“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”

“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.

Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.

“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.

“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”

“What shit?” You ask, confused.

“Living.”

Fair deal.

Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.

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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”

“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.

“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”

“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki only sighs.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”

You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.

“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.

“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.

“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”

“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.

For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.

To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…

“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”

… Nevermind. Scratch that.

“Fuck no.”

Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”

The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.

“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.

“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”

That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.

You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…

This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.

Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.

Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.

“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.

For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.

You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”

“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.

If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.

“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.

“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.

“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.

“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”

Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.

“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”

Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.

“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”

You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.

“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.

“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.

Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.

“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.

“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”

“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”

Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.

“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.

“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.

“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.

This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.

Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.

You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.

If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.

“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.

“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…

“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.

Not like you would mind…

Oh damn.

You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.

“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.

“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.

“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.

Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.

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- Sorry for the long wait, I swear I’m trying 😭 My new work schedule is kicking me in the ass. Hopefully, I’ll get used to it eventually, I’m already making some progress!

- I hope you liked this chapter, I had this idea in my head for ages and I couldn’t wait to finally write it down! I love this version of Katsuki so much.

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Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: Valentine's day and you spend it with boyfriend. Including: Sabo, Ace, and Luffy.

Gender neutral reader.

Tucked tightly into bed. Your thick covers keeping away the night's chill. You're startled awake by your door banging open. The tall figure of your boyfriend, sheepishly rubbing his head.

You sigh, this was not an unusual occurrence. Rolling to your other side and snuggling back down. Ready to drift back to sleep with your boyfriend. Instead, your unceremoniously picked up covers and all. Your boyfriend grinning down at you.

“Sabo.” You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck. Keeping you secure. He walks with you in his arms. Not caring about how many people could see you in such an embarrassing position. “Sabo, put me down.” You whine.

But he doesn't release you. So you bury your face into his shoulder. Muttering, “Where are we going?” As he continues outside. Across a field of tall grass and up a hill. Carrying you all the way to the top.

Setting you down on the blanket. Before he's plopping down beside you. Head tilting backwards to look at the sky. You follow suit. Watching the stars twinkling on the violet backdrop.

It's a peaceful moment. Before, an icy breeze shifts Sabo's blond locks, rustling his clothes and your blankets. You notice he's not wearing his normal jacket or gloves. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You unfurl the blankets. Inviting him into the warm cocoon. He grins, pulling you into his lap. Wrapping the blankets around you both. He's so big and warm. Reminding you of a big cat. “So, what's this all about?” You ask, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes playfully, grin ever present. “Isn't it obvious?” You shake your head no. “I just wanted to spend time with my lovely girlfriend.”

“And we couldn't have done that in bed.” You ask, pulling him in for a light kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts, wagging his finger. “Today or yesterday.” He's not too sure. “Is special.”

“Special?” You ask, brows scrunching in confusion. He hums happily. “But every day is special with you.” He blushes bright red.

Ace is confused, why are his pancakes shaped like fish. “Thatch, why are they fish?” The shirtless man asks.

Thatch literally facepalms. “They're hearts Ace, hearts, because it's Valentine's Day.”

“Valentines?” Ace questions, before he goes pale. Oh no, he forgot. He looks at Thatch for help. The chef pats his back while laughing.

“Have fun.” Thatch replies, leaving him to panic alone.

Only minutes later, you pop into the kitchen. Immediately noticing your boyfriend's acting weird. Not sleeping or eating, unusual. You creep up on him. Jumping onto his strong back. Arms wrapping around his neck. He doesn't respond and you pout. Very weird, you think.

Releasing him to stand beside him. Still no acknowledgement. “Is he sleeping upright?” You ask yourself. Before stealing the piece of pancake from his fork. Looking down at the oddly shaped pancakes. You laugh, “fish.” Before looking at your boyfriend. Wondering if you should get Marco. No, he's normally busy.

Deciding what to do as you pluck the utensils from his hands. Eating the pancakes as you think. You need to fuel your brain. Sadly, after finishing the last pancake, you had no idea. It was then that Thatch joined you in the kitchen. “Ahh, the two love birds. What are you still doing here?”

“I don't know, I'm still hungry.” You reply. “Can I please have some more fish pancakes?” Thatch pinches the bridge of his nose. Wondering how two idiots joined his beloved crew.

Before kicking you out of the kitchen. Boyfriend following shortly after. “A no would have sufficed.” You say to the closed door. Huffing as your tummy growls. Ace lays flat on his face on the deck. Tapping his thigh lightly in hopes of waking him. It doesn't work. So you have to take drastic action.

Rolling him onto his back. You cover his mouth with one hand before pinching his nose shut. He sputters out of the stupor, arms flailing. Drastic measures always work. You think before releasing his face.

“Oh, hey, why are we on the deck?” He asks, sitting up and looking around.

“Thatch kicked us out, even though I'm still hungry. Will you take me somewhere?” You ask, throwing yourself on top of him. One of his hands rises to hold his hat. The other holding you close. Pouting up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He laughs. “Wanna take the Striker?” Conspiratorial smile in place. You nod, jumping up and pulling him up along with you.

Nami feels her forehead throb, looking at her captain. Whose face is a pulpy mess, courtesy of her fists. She couldn't believe this was happening. After all her efforts reminding him, nagging him to remember. He had forgotten this very special day. Feeling her ire rise just thinking about it. Wanting to unleash her violence.

Before she could, a comforting hand was on her shoulder. Looking up at the older woman. She gestures vaguely at their bruised captain. Communicating without words. Robin has a knowing smile. “Our captain is in luck. A small island close by takes Valentine's Day very seriously. They hold a festival for couples each year.”

Stars alight in Luffy's swollen eyes. Laughing his way out of the library to find you. Which is easy since you're enjoying the sun. Stretching his arms, he grabs the railing. Before catapulting over to you. His noodly arms snapping back into place as he kneels next to you. You're holding back a laugh as you see his poor face.

You caress his messy hair. “What happened?” You ask before answering your own question. “Nami,” you gently tug on a lock of his hair. Seeing how cute he was, even with a swollen face. Your cute aggression rears its ugly head. “What did my poor baby do this time?” You hum, brushing his hair.

He just laughs, “wanna come to a party with me?” He asks instead.

“Party?” You ask, looking around at the open sea. He nods, neck stretching to make it all the more exaggerated. “Sure.” You shrug. Only realizing your mistake when he's wrapping one arm around you. The other stretching across the vast blue. Stretching and stretching. Further and further. Then you're rocketing off the ship. Voice stolen by the air whipping around you.

He lands on an empty beach. Sand flying up at the impact. He detaches his arm from the palm tree. Looking around with you still wrapped in his rubbery limb. “Come on, I'm sure the party is here somewhere,” he says. Still not releasing you from his hold. He carries you across the small beach and into the grassy forest.

“Luffy, can you put me down?” You ask, starting to feel a little sick of staring at the ground.

“Oh, sorry.” He laughs. Setting you down before taking your hand. You slot your fingers between his larger ones. Pointing at anything interesting you see. Whether it's a pretty flower, colourful bird or weird looking creature. Luffy does the same thing. Releasing your hand to catch the weirdest looking bug you've ever seen. Before he spots his favourite beetle.

Releasing the bug and going after the stag beetle. Which frantically avoids his grabby hands. You laugh. Watching your boyfriend jump and stretch for the cobalt bug. Your laughter dies when your feet met sand. Your eyes find the open sea caressing the shore. You had not come across any party, or anyone else.

Luffy stumbles onto the beach. Holding the poor stag beetle victoriously. Eyes sparkling until he sees your face. Looking around, he notices there's no one around. “Where's the party?” He asks.

“I think you got the wrong island, baby.” He looks so upset. “Hey, it's okay, accidents happen and at least we're together.”

“That's not it,” he whines, almost sniffling. “I'm going to miss dinner.”

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Also happy Valentine's/ Singles day.❤️

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 9. #Jungwon1stWin

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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smau + (1.7k) written work (ok i didn't go that overboard )

warnings: mentions of injury, cursing, uhhhh semi suggestive? nothing fun rlly, playfighting? mentions of throwing up, idk bruh

“Yang Jungwon, why must you make my life so difficult.” You look up from your screen with an deep exhale. Your phone is discarded with a careless toss, landing somewhere in the dunes of your blankets. You fix an accusing glare onto Jungwon who's snuggled happily into your bed, looking quite pleased with himself.

He shrugs back at you, widening his eyes sarcastically in faux confusion, “ I have no idea what you mean Y/N? I was only pointing out that you didn't need to tweet me back?”

You hate the way that you almost want to believe him. Because how could someone with eyes that shine so bright want anything but the best for you? Especially when he's leaning in closer, blinking at you so innocently. It was so easy to almost disregard the shit eating grin he was fighting off his lips.

“Fuck you, don't pull that innocent shit with me you devious cat boy, I know exactly what you are,” you shudder, pushing his face away. “Hyuck is literally never gonna let me hear the end of this.”

Jungwon drops the act with a snort, smirking back at you smugly. “Good, it's what you deserve.”

You eye him suspiciously, “What’s your issue with me helping you out with the makeup for the festival anyways? Is it because you don't want me to watch you perform? I can go home after you're ready if that's what you want.”

He almost looks offended that you would suggest so, flicking your forehead with a scoff. “No you idiot, I was going to invite you to come anyways. I just didn't want to put you through the trouble.

I’m the leader, I should be able to handle it myself.” Jungwon mumbles the last part, playing with the free strands of your hair.

You shoot him an incredulous look. “Don't be ridiculous Garden, it’s not any trouble at all. Plus a good leader knows how to allocate and use his resources. I'm always here to help you.” You poke his sides until he relents, giving you a smile as he fends off your hands.

“Yeah well I still don’t feel comfortable leeching off your money,” Jungwon continues, before you cut him off with a sharp laugh.

“That's cute Won, but it's not like I worked hard for the money, it's all my dad’s so all the more reason to spend it.

It's going to a good place and trust me it's barely gonna make a scratch, much less a dent, in my funds. So that’s another invalid excuse,” you raise your brow with a challenging smirk.

Jungwon sighs, shaking his head in defeat, “Alright, fine, we can hire a shop. But don't worry about having to do our makeup yourself."

“Wait why?!! I swear I’m good at doing people’s makeup I've done it on Haechan and Yenny so many times!!” You protest, sitting up onto your elbows to look at Jungwon properly.

He only dismisses you with a wave of his hands “You’re injured, plus there’s no need if you're hiring professionals.”

“You’re so full of shit! Look!” You whine, flexing your fingers and moving your hand around, disregarding the slight sting as your skin strains under the bandage. “It's a cut, it's not like my hand is broken.”

Jungwon watches your antics with an amused smile, ruffling your hair teasingly, “Why do you wanna do my makeup so bad anyways huh? You tryna get all up close and personal Y/N? If you want to kiss me so bad just ask”

You respond with a low chuckle, “Oh yeah definitely Yang Jungwon, I’m dying to get my grimy paws all over your cute face. Who said I wanted to do your makeup anyways? Maybe I just want to do Sunoo's makeup or any of your other very handsome members.

Perhaps Heeseung was right, maybe you just don’t want me to help because you don't want me doing the same with all your friends? You jealoussss Wonnie?” you mock him with a wiggle of your brows.

“You fucking wish” Jungwon scoffs, shoving your head down into your pillows, paying no heed to your muffled yells.

Your phone begins to ring loudly, the tell tale sign of an incoming FaceTime and you both pause, lifting your heads to look over at your phone.

Hyuck 🤢💖 would like to FaceTime… glows brightly on the display.

Jungwon and you exchange looks in frozen silence for a second before instantly springing into action. Unfortunately, Jungwon’s much faster than you and he snatches your phone, grinning as you plead 'no no no no Wonnie please don't.'

Brandishing your phone just out of reach, he adjusts his hair answering the call with a bright smile.

“Haechannie oppa!!! How absolutely lovely it is to speak to you again.” He says smugly, ignoring the way you groan and burrow under the blankets, hiding from the camera.

“Ahhh Jungwonnie~~ my replacement! I see your tweet wasn’t just a fib. Don't you look cozy and comfortable.” Hyuck responds brightly, winking at Jungwon.

“Not just a replacement Haechannie~ an improvement too I think,” Jungwon winks comically back.

Haechan responds with a hearty laugh wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “Oh I like you so much already Jungwonnie. Where's my baby at?”

Jungwon lies down next to where you’ve hidden, tilting the camera towards your bundled figure, “Say hi baby~” he coos teasingly.

You gingerly lift the blankets off of your face, giving a grimacing smile at the screen. “Heyyyyyy Hyuck, nice to see you buddy.”

He snorts in response, “Hi darling, nice to see you looking so well rested and comfy. Have a nice night of sleep? Certainly looks like it.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you cough, “Was just like any other night of sleep really. Nothing to phone home about,” you insist stubbornly, ignoring the way Jungwon grins at you knowingly.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it was.” Haechan sneers. These two idiots don't even realize I can literally see him looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky right now. And they're all cuddled up in her bed at 11 AM in the morning. This is so obviously domestic, I’m gonna puke. I hate idiots in love, I'm redownloading Tinder tonight.

Rolling his eyes at his own internal monologue, Hyuck clears his throat and continues, “Anyways, y/nnie can I say the B-word now? Or is that still a taboo”

“Bitch?” You say quizzically as Jungwon simultaneously asks “Boyfriend?”

You both pause, turning to look at each other in bewilderment, Jungwon sputtering as he tries to defend his slip of tongue.

Haechan looks entirely tickled at your interaction, Oh I can't wait to tell Yunjin and Chenle about this.

“Uh… I was talking about birthday actually but both of those were wonderful guesses,” he snickers.

“Yes, you can say birthday Hyuck,” you interject quickly before he can begin his mocking you. Haechan yields, spending the next 5 minutes giving a series of corny and overwhelmingly sweet birthday wishes, complete with an theatrical song.

Jungwon and you applaud him heartily, as Hyuck soaks in your praises with several bows and waves.

“Anyways Chenle's too pussy to ask but I'm dying to know, what was so important that your Dad flew in to discuss with you? Is he sending you abroad to study or something?” Haechan prods.

You wet your lips in rumination as you figure out how to formulate a response, eyes flickering to Jungwon’s searching stare.

“No, well. I mean that was an option but he didn’t specifically say that. A lot of it was just paperwork and addendums to the will and company now that I’m of age and I have unrestricted access to my trust fund.

Basically he was just telling me about possible partnership or mergers with another company. And he suggested that I decide soon if I want to actually have an active part in the running of the company. I have a couple of options, like picking back up CEO / CFO training, going to university or just looking into being a board member and primary shareholder.” you list off, rubbing at your forehead wearily. Just thinking about all the possible choices made your temples throb.

Jungwon rubs your knee soothingly, “Don’t stress yourself too much about it. You have time to figure out what you want to do.”

“Jungwonnie’s right, honestly you can just live the rest of your life being a deadbeat and still have enough to support all of your kids so there’s no pressure okay Y/N? Just keep us updated, you know Chenle, Yunjin and I are always here to help you.” Haechan says soothingly.

“And me,” Jungwon butts in, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Yeah and you have yourself Jungwonnie now too,” Haechan agrees readily. “See, you're in great hands."

"Alright, I gotta start the stream now baby, it's been nice talking to you both. Let me know if you wanna join in okay? Chat misses you.”

“I think we’re good for the day,” you look up at Jungwon who nods at you in confirmation, “We have some work to do, but we’ll talk to you another time. Bye Haechannie,” you blow him a fond kiss which he catches through the screen and pockets it with a wink.

After several more minutes of prolonged goodbyes and cheesy aegyo hearts from all three participants, you hang up, cheeks aching from the pressure of smiling.

“Well, that was nice,” Jungwon says pleasantly, echoing the first time he had spoken to Haechan.

“Yeah it was,” you agree quietly, turning to look at Jungwon properly. “I’m glad you get along with my friends, you’re all really important to me and it makes me happy that they like you nearly as much as I do.”

Jungwon lip twitches at how easily the admission escapes you, but before he can think too deeply about the sentiment behind your words, you’ve already moved on, rambling about the different options for the makeup shops.

So he slots your words away in a folder in the back of his mind, one that he revisits when the moon is high, and sleep refuses to take him. And for now he settles for affectionately pinching your cheek, before nestling next to you, resting his head onto yours and scrolling through your phone together.

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a/n: jungwon but all he does is junglose. not this chapter tho! hope u enjoyed, some extra haechan for u all bc i am seeing DREAM TMR!! AHHHH jaemin come home <33333

ch 10 will prob either be late or just some smau w no writing, we shall see

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[yunohentai]

Really sick.

warnings: Jaehyun has seasonal fever, sick sex💀👍🏻 (literally tbh, gotta be rlly horny to fuck when sick tho.. i am.), Jaehyun masturbating, cowgirl position, nipple play.

Lemme know if I missed anything !! Enjoy 🤡👍🏻

Today was kind of a really sad day for a Sunday. You were stuck home because your boyfriend jaehyun caught cold and fever. He was really sick so you worked on the notes you're supposed to teach to your students tomorrow and took care of him.

"Y/n, come on! I'm not that sick. Let's have sex please." He pleaded and you scoffed, and quickly shook your head. "I don't wanna get sick asshole." You answered and he pouted.

"Ughhhh, you're mean and I feel hungry." He said and you giggled, as you put your laptop away and got off the bed to cook for him.

"I can cook you some jook." He made a mocking vomit face and you slapped his head. "I want noodles, really hungry and I crave them." You whined. "You're not on your period, idiot." You sighed and he grinned like and idiot. You gave up and decided to cook whatever he wanted to eat.

"Chicken noodle soup!!" He yay-ed and lied down while you started to cook for him. Unknowingly, you're mind was filled with filthy thoughts about you and him.

Oh dear lord. The way his huge hands would hold your hips and how lovingly he'd kiss you. You slapped your head.

"Jeez." The soup was done getting cooked as you served it in a plate. You gasped to see jaehyun holding his dick. "Jaehyun you're sick why the fuck can't you wait for a bit"

He whined but continued to wank himself off, you put the food away and got closer to him. "You know what? Let's be sick together."

You said as you quickly took off your shorts and panties as he stopped wanking and stared at you with awe while you got on top of him. You sinked down on his hard cock as he held in a loud groan. "Oh fuck yes baby."

You hummed and didn't move, just stayed, cockwarming him as he pulled your baggy shirt up and snuggled his face in your breasts. You let out a soft moan and started to move your hips slowly as he held them and helped you with the movement.

He then softly bit on your nipple and then started to suck on it like a baby. You were whining and moaning, the pleasure was too much to handle as you stopped moving your hips to focus on the feeling of his lips on your nipple. "Y/n" jaehyun whispered in annoyance as he forced you to move your hips faster. "Oh jae.." You moaned.

A small smile came on his lips as you clenched on him. "My baby.." He said as you came on his dick making him pinch your nipple. "I'm gonna come too." He said before emptying himself inside you.

"If I get sick I will kill you." You said and he chuckled. "Like how I killed your p-" you interrepted "don't make silly jokes."

#jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Ok ok- gn!reader, who skates with Bam, doing a skate stunt and breaking a bone or just getting really hurt. Johnnys/Bam’s/Steve-O’s reaction to it. Some literal hurt/comfort head-canons (?) <3

Head Trip

After a bad spill on the vert ramp, Y/N gets a visit in the hospital from their favorite idiots.

Gn!Reader

1.1k Words

(Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Whump, suggestive content, crude language, drinking, concussions

An: Thank you for the request!! I had so many ideas for this one it kinda evolved into a fic of its own! XD I hope you don’t mind!

Your brain felt like it was full of cobwebs as you groggily blinked your eyes open. Half awake, you winced at the bright white overhead lights. It took a few minutes to realize that you weren’t still in Bam’s backyard skating and instead were sitting in some hospital bed. The thin sheets did nothing to the chill caused by the cold, medical air that made you shiver on the hard surface. Everything around you was so still, save for the beeping of various medical devices in neighboring rooms. Breaking the silence, the door opened and some lady in scrubs came in. Her lips moved, but your brain processed nothing.

A few moments later, you heard a commotion from outside the door. “Y/N!” Your ears perked up as a familiar voice called you, recognizing it as Knoxville, speaking through snickers with an audible grin, “Your, uh, your nurse is here to see you now!”

Tottering in on a pair of cherry red high heels, in came Pontius with a clipboard, wearing one of those minxy little nurse outfits. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning as he spoke in a falsetto, moving to stand at the side of your bed, “Okay, Y/N- is it? I’ve got you written down for…”

Before you could respond to your nurse, another person entered the room- a man in scrubs, wearing a tie back and surgical mask that obscured a majority of his face as you tried to focus on him, squinting. “Nurse?” He rasped, glancing over at Pontius with a serious expression, “Everything ready?” He nodded, and the scrub clad stranger pulled back one of his blue nitrile gloves, dramatically snapping it. “Alright! Then let’s get on with this vasectomy!“

You could hear him start to crack up as he neared the end of his sentence, his eyes squinting up as he leaned against a counter, pulling down his mask.

“Steve!” He grinned that boyish smile at you as you mentally slapped yourself for not getting it sooner. Maybe that head injury really was taking a toll on you. “Oh my god! Where- where did you get those scrubs?” He laughed, eyes glinting, “Don’t ask.”

Peeking around the door, you had no trouble identifying the owner of the Philly-trash accent as he strolled in like he owned the place, still wearing the same clothes he wore when you were skating, “Wow. Y’look like shit.” As if the tiny hospital room wasn't full enough, he crowded in next to you, “Yeah, thanks Bam- I feel like shit.” He gestured to you to scooch over in the stiff bed as he parked himself right next to you, pulling back the covers and laying down. Your head throbbed, but you still had enough strength to jab at him, “What are you doing?”

“M’tired.” There was your ole skate buddy Bam, practically snuggling with you in a hospital bed. Eh, you two had been closer in weirder places. You leaned over to whisper to him, “Did you get that on video? You know, the-“ “That spill off the vert ramp?” He grinned, fiddling with the camcorder in his pocket under the sheets, “Of course, man! Check this out.” He flipped it open, pressing a few buttons before the video started rolling. “Dunn told me to trash it, but it’s sick.”

The whole time you watched, you hardly noticed when Johnny slank in the open door, sitting in one of the uncomfortable metal bedside chairs. He started to pick at your untouched, hospital-provided lunch- you caught him about halfway into your pudding cup.

“Knoxville!” You scolded him like a dog that peed on the carpet. “What?” He shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with it, his mouth full of chocolate, “You weren't ‘eatin it.” Bam leaned over, snatching it from him. You would’ve thanked him- if he didn’t start eating it himself. His eyes flicked up from the pudding as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licking it off.

“Hey! The party’s here!” You could make out the rough outline of the blonde as he strolled in, handing something heavy over to Johnny. “Dunn, this isn’t a party- and you can’t bring beer in a hospital!” He whispered, still holding the 6 pack on his lap. “Why not?” Your eyes focused just enough to make out the Miller High Life logo on the side of the box. You moved your head to get a better look around Bam (who was still eating the pudding), but the room spun with you. Your head dropped as you winced, squeezing your eyes shut and almost choking on your words, “You- you got beers…?”

“No, no- who said anything about beer?” Johnny chuckled, sitting up and hiding the 6 pack behind the chair, mouthing something about the parking lot to Steve from across the room before setting back into his seat, his legs sticking out awkwardly due to his height. “We just wanted to come by, check on how you’re ‘doin!” You cracked a pained smile as he looked at you over his glasses with a sympathetic look, “Well, that’s very sweet of you guys.”

“Okay, out! Shoo shoo!” Pontius spoke up, making a little shooing gesture with his hands, “It’s time for Y/N’s sponge bath~!” Before anyone could move, the door slid open and all heads whipped around to your actual nurse, staring in confusion at the scene in front of her. She made eye contact with Chris, “Who are you? Do you work here?” His eyes widened, still smiling, “I think I should go.” She rubbed her temples, sighing exasperatedly, “I think you should all go! Why are you even here- they’re getting released this afternoon!”

And a few hours later, some nervous nursing student wheeled you out to the parking lot. The wheels of the rickety chair bumped over the cracks in the sidewalk as she stopped at the curb, quietly apologizing for something you couldn’t make out. A white blur skidded out maybe two feet from you, the doors of the van flying open. “Hey, dude!” Steve spoke over the blaring music- some cock rock band. He leaned out one side, holding a bottle, “We saved a beer for you!” The poor lady didn’t know what to say as four of the men inside ran outside to you like a NASCAR pit crew. “I-im not so sure you should be-“

Before you could get in anything edgewise, you had two hands under your arms and two under your knees, the blue flowered paper gown you were dressed in crinkling as they hoisted you up and into the van. “We’re gonna get burgers on the way back! You want some?” Bam piped up as you were seated, crawling over you to get in the seat next to you. The nurse went to say something else, but before she could- slam! Knoxville shut the door and you peeled off out of the parking lot.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #chris pontius #steve o #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #hurt/comfort #fluff #based off my hospital experiences #really there’s nothing more you want after discharge than some McDonald’s

[chenziee]

Princess Monster: Extra

For @cosmicatta!! All credits for this AU and Monkey D. Ola go to her! (Please check out her amazing art and fics <33)

Here we go, an extra fluffy, very lawlu extra to the main story <3

As before, KEEP IN MIND this story contains MPREG (mostly implied in this one and you are still more than welcome to use your imagination!)

[ Read on AO3 | Main story | Ko-Fi ]

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By the time Chopper finally managed to force everyone out of the room to get the new parents and Ola some peace and quiet, Law had to say he was goddamn exhausted.

And it wasn’t because they had survived the birth of a whole new human just hours before.

“Torao, are you okay?” Luffy asked, poking Law’s side when he didn’t immediately react.

“I feel a headache coming,” Law groaned finally. “And stop poking me.”

Luffy laughed quietly. “Sorry. But you know…” he trailed off, making Law look at him questioningly—and he startled at the look Luffy was giving him. There was a soft smile on his face and his eyes carried so much warmth and love that Law wasn’t sure what to do with it, what to do with himself.

Thankfully, Luffy didn’t give him time to dwell on it when his face split into the widest, brightest grin and he continued, “You look really happy.”

Law blinked, staring at Luffy for a moment but then he clicked his tongue and turned away. Inadvertently, his eyes fell on the crib next to the bed; on the tiny human who was sleeping there soundly, completely unaware and uncaring of the loud party that was already going on on the Sunny’s deck.

“Shut up, Straw Hat-ya,” he said finally, but he couldn’t fight the smile that pulled on his lips.

If Luffy noticed, he didn’t say anything. He only snickered, shuffling closer to Law; so much closer that he was basically sitting on Law’s lap as he snuggled into his side, with Law’s hand automatically going around his shoulders to pull him closer. 

They were quiet for a moment, both simply watching Ola as she squirmed a little bit before settling into her blanket once more, not waking up.

“She’s so cute, Torao,” Luffy said then.

Law hummed in agreement. “She really is. For now. We’ll see what we think at 3 in the morning a week from now.”

“Torao, why would you say that?! And you always tell me not to ruin the moment,” Luffy huffed, trying to sound scolding but betrayed by the way his voice shook with amusement.

“I’m just saying.” Law shrugged, a smile of his own on his face as he pressed a kiss to Luffy’s temple.

“Would you want another one?” Luffy asked quietly, his voice full of innocent wonder and Law groaned.

“Seriously? Straw Hat-ya, she was literally just born,” he replied.

At that, Luffy giggled, the sound light and happy and so very sweet. Yeah, Law was still in love with this idiot…

Which didn’t mean he wanted to think about having another child right now.

“Okay, okay! I get it.” Luffy laughed, pulling himself away from Law. “I’m hungry, I’m getting something to eat.”

Law hummed noncommittally, glancing at Luffy while he stretched his achy body. And when Luffy leaned in, Law saw no reason not to oblige him. Smiling into the kiss, Law had to wonder how the hell did they even get to this point. It seemed like a month ago that they met again on Punk Hazard and now they were here, kissing in bed while their newborn daughter slept in her crib.

It was honestly kind of insane.

“I’ll be right back,” Luffy announced once they separated, pressing one last quick peck on Law’s lips.

And then he was gone, lured away by his growling stomach and Law sighed, closing his eyes momentarily and taking a deep breath; the sudden quiet was strange, but welcome—how long would it last? He was sure Ola was going to wake up soon…

Suddenly, the door burst open again.

Law stared with wide eyes at Luffy, who was standing in the door with stars in his eyes and drool on his lips while he panted lightly. “Torao!! Sanji’s making barbeque!! What do you want?!”

Law huffed; of course it was about meat.

“Doesn’t really matter,” he replied with amusement as his lips curled into a smirk. “You’re going to eat it all anyway.”

“Will not!” Luffy cried in protest before slapping a hand over his mouth, his eyes turning to Ola to check if he didn’t wake her up. Law was almost proud of him for that.

“Sure.” Law laughed and shook his head. “Just bring me whatever, I’m starving. Also coffee.”

“Okay~” Luffy drew out. “What should I get Ola though?”

Law blinked. He stared at Luffy blankly for a moment—he hoped Luffy would somehow understand exactly what Law was thinking in that moment. But he supposed that was too much to hope for when his opponent was Luffy.

Luffy, who was only looking at him with an innocent, completely honest look on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Law willed his voice to stay as calm as he could make it when he finally opened his mouth. “Don’t you dare feed her any meat. We’ve been over this.”

Luffy tilted his head to the side with a pout. “But she can’t get strong without meat…”

“She’s not even a day old,” Law dead-panned. “Try it and I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Fine~” His pout only grew larger and he didn’t look convinced in the least but Law didn’t have the willpower to care anymore.He was going to watch him though.

#one piece #lawlu #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #luffy #monkey d luffy #opfanfic #lawlu fanfic #one piece oc #original character #monkey d. ola #cosmicatta #mpreg #canon divergent #fluff and humor #humor #tooth rotting fluff #katie pretends to fic #they are so cute okay #i love them #thank you again irene i love you and i love your babies #waiting patiently to learn more <33

[fictional-lvr]

Stupid. Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

A/N: THIS IS SO SHORT??? I HATE WRITING. also plz reblog if you have the time and wanna support :) enjoy and have a lovely day!

Summary: Bsf!Eddie walks in on reader being emo abt how scared they are for Eds and they end up confessing their love for each other. Very sappy, real stupid, I kinda hate it.

Contains: Reader crying, Eds crying, petnames (baby, sweetheart, honey, love), bad writing tbh I haven’t written in so long, au where Eddie never died, just fluff

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Eddie Munson is stupid. He is your stupid, dumb, idiotic, best friend that you are so obviously in love with and he just walked in on you violently sobbing. “fuck off, Eddie.” You groaned, tossing the pillow from under your head at him. You, Steve, and Dustin crashed at his trailer after a long night of plotting ways to beat those grimy little demobats, not wanting to risk failure after Eddies run-in with them last time. Eddie made a confused face and threw his hands up. “It’s my room fuckface, what’s wrong?” His tone quickly changed when he finally comprehended that you were crying. Eddie walked over and sat down at the foot of his bed that he insisted you sleep in last night. “’M just really tired, Eds, it’s fine.” You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face, but Eddie knew you better than anyone, you had become incredibly close after he became a literal fugitive and you and the gang became accomplices. “okay I know I still haven’t graduated, but I’m not that dumb, hun.” Eddie complained, rolling his eyes at you. You sighed and curled up next to him, kinda like a cat tbh. He placed a hand on your back “C’mon, sweetheart, you know you can tell good ol’ Eds what’s wrong.” You scoffed, accepting your fate and taking a deep breath. “I really am so tired, Eddie. I’m so tired of the upside-down, and Vecna, and those stupid fucking bats that almost killed your dumbass, and I’m scared. I’m really scared, Eds. I’m so afraid that next time, we won’t get off that easily, that one of us isn’t gonna come back up. I mean, let’s be realistic, love, you almost didn’t come back up last time.” Eddie teared up a bit while you were talking, the only other time you saw him cry was when he nearly bled out in front of you and Dustin. “God, y/n. Sappy much?” He sniffled, wiping unfallen tears out of his eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise you I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna take a lot more than a few bats listening to Metallica to kill Eddie fucking Munson, baby.” You smiled a bit, but you weren’t convinced. “God, babe, didn’t realize you were that worried.” He said smugly, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes, getting irritated that he wouldn’t take you seriously. He snickered before speaking again. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in love with me.” He nudged your head. You shot up and were now sitting straight up facing him, an angry look adorning your features. “Of course I’m in love with you, you stupid fucking dumbass!” You yelled, huffing and throwing your arms around animatedly. Eddie froze, his face dropped and you couldn’t make out what he was thinking in the slightest. “What?” It was quiet, soft, like he was afraid of breaking the tension in the room. Tears stinged your eyes as you tried to harshly blink them away, you got up and began to turn to walk out of Eddies room but Eddie quickly interrupted. “Hey, honey, wait-” He began. “God, Munson, are you fucking stupid?! I just I was literally in love with you and you call me ‘honey’? Jesus, it’s like you want me to be miserable.” Eddie was shocked, you’d never talked to him like that, let alone yelled at him in a serious manner. He sniffled, quickly pulling himself together and regaining composure. “I- I’m sorry, honey, I was just so shocked. Should’ve said something quicker. I love you too. Shit, man do I love you. Just ask Dustin, man. Poor kid has listened to me talk about it for months.” He pulled you into his lap and you snuggled your head into his shoulder before he continued. “’M so sorry, y/n, I thought I was making it obvious.” You took in a shaky breath at his confession. He’s so fucking dumb, but then again, so were you. “We are both so, so, stupid.” You chuckled. Eddie starting laughing, jostling your body along with his. “Yeah. We’re so dumb.” He giggled. From then, as cliché as it is, it was history. You had your stupid little happily ever after and your dumb little lovely life, and you were so glad you can’t, for the life of you, censor yourself.

#eddie munson #eddie #munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #i love eddie so much #bad writing #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddie au #god i miss him #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #fanfic #writblr

[marvellouslymadmim]

So a friend came to stay with us for the week. It's been literal YEARS since we've actually seen each other, so last night we spent a few hours catching up, during which they met the Great Straight Roomie™. Finally I tap out bc it's 1am and I have to get up at 5 for work 😭😭😭

I snuggle into bed and overhead GSR giving my old friend a house tour (which I had already given but GSR wasn't around at the time so he didn't know). He's telling my friend "here's the little heater for the bathroom, here's the first aid kit, etc"

And like....my heart is so full and fluffy. My new found family (*relatively* now, we've known each other for abt 7ys) and my old found family, taking care of each other. Dammit that's all I want and it's real and really happening and it makes me happy.

Anywho, happy weekend y'all.

#personal #found family #friends #old and new #i literally was just grinning like an idiot snuggled up in bed #i know good people yall #happy

[prodshima]

mornings with kenma

genre: fluff, crack ft. kenma kozume

warnings : none

“good morningc baby..” his words trails off as he felt your sleeping figure unconsciously snuggle deeper onto his chest, he smiles as he observes you, you looked so peaceful and warm in his arms, your eyes flutter open, lips curling into a sloppy smile “still sleepy, love? you can go back to sleep, it’s sunday so i don’t have practice” he whispers softly, removing the remaining locks of hair in front of your face as you shake your head “mmh.. no, i’m awake now, can we eat breakfast please?” you look up to him, still tightly holding onto him like you don’t want him to go despite the words that left your mouth seconds ago “you have to let me go first, baby, how am i supposed to make breakfast if you’re holding onto me like that? he smiles, teasing you but hugs you even tighter nonetheless “don’ want you to go ken, s’ too comfy” you mumble “i’ll cuddle you after breakfast, okay? we have all day to ourselves“ he asks and you hesitantly nod before giving him a long kiss on the lips, he kisses you back almost immediately, it lasts for about a minute before he pulls away and gives you one last peck “don’t try to distract me baby, you need to eat” he playfully glares at you and you whine as he slips off the bed, opening your arms as a signal for him to carry you, he stares at you with a shit eating grin plastered on his face before grabbing both of your arms and encircling it around his neck, peppering your face with kisses as he walks towards the kitchen

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he drops you at the counter stool to prepare breakfast for the both of you. a few minutes have passed and you desperately tried to dart your eyes somewhere else to distract yourself but you were already missing his touch and he was just getting started, you pout as you jump off the stool and walk towards him, snaking your arms around his waist and snuggling into the warmth of bare bac “what are you making, baby?” you mumbly ask, inhaling his scent, “eggs, bacons, and pancakes, why? you hungry?” he continues, “m’fine, just missed you” you reply “i’m literally here, i’m not going anywhere idiot” —“ shut up, ken!” you say sternly, he can feels your eyes shooting daggers at his back. “don’t get mad at me baby you’re gonna grow a permanent scowl on your face an—” you smack the back of his head before he even finishes “geez, you’re lucky i love you cause if i don’t, i probably would’ve put a full cup of salt on your eggs.” he expects a reply from you, but instead, he’s left with silence, he peeks at his back to check ip on you, only to find you breathing evenly with your eyes already closed, he gently nudges you “don’t go sleeping on me, babe, i already told you, you can go take a nap while i make breakfast” you hum seconds after, not really paying attention to what he’s saying

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the both of you have finished eating breakfast and were now peacefully cuddling on the couch while watching your favorite movie, you scoot closer to his side, craving more of his warmth and as a reply, you felt his arms caressing your shoulder, rubbing up and down. you look up at him, leaving feathery kisses on his jaa as he looks back down at you, cradling your face and pressing your forehead against his before kissing you on the lips, the movie long forgotten after.

at that certain moment, you both realized that neither of you felt so contented like you were with each other.

© all works belong to @rrintaro — do not plagiarize, copy, modify, or claim my works as your own

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x reader #kenma x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #kenma hcs #haikyuu imagines #kenma fluff #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma drabble #kenma headcanons #kenma imagine #kenma scenario

[kybabi]

reacting to s/o saying the wrong name

w/ bokuto, oikawa, and kuroo!

(a/n: i saw this trend on tiktok and wanted to hc some of the boys with it!! :D)

bokuto

you and bokuto have been play fighting for a couple minutes because you stole the last bite of food smh

his hands are tickling your sides and you’re laughing uncontrollably

“NOOO STOP I CANT—”

“then maybe YOU SHOULDNT HAVE STOLEN THE LAST BITE Y/N—”

the two of you are rolling around on the bed and bokuto is laying ticklish kisses on your neck (ugh romantic idiot)

he’s got you pinned down, laughing boyishly at you as you flail around

bokuto jabs at your sides and you squeal, laugh-sobs escaping your throat at an alarming rate. he pokes at a particular spot and you can’t handle it anymore.

“ITO, STOP!” you yell, tears streaming down your face.

at this, he pauses, laughing ceasing and a confused frown replacing the grin on his face.

he pulls away from you.

“who’s ito?”

you gulp nervously.

“i don’t know an ito, kou.”

“but you just said ito. who’s ito?”

“baby, i never said that. you must be hearing things, kou.”

his hair has begun to flop dramatically, eyes widening sadly. he looks like a puppy. you can only keep it up for so much longer, he just looks so adorable.

you reach up for him and he backs away, taking hold of your wrists and pushing them towards you.

“baby—”

“is there someone else?” he interrupts.

“what?! of course not!”

you attempt to reach up for him again but he pushes you away.

“you know, if there was someone you like better than me, you could’ve just told me,” he mumbles, refusing to make eye contact with you.

you can’t do it anymore.

“kou, baby, it’s a joke.”

“you don’t have to—”

you take hold of his chin in your hand, turning it toward the camera, which you’re pointing to with your free hand.

“it’s for a tiktok!”

he turns back to look at you, eyes wide in surprise. they narrow, and he pouts childishly at you. he collapses on you, sighing into your neck.

“you really had me worried for a sec,” he mutters, snuggling into your skin and inhaling the scent there. “don’t scare me like that again, ‘kay?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair gently.

“‘kay.”

oikawa

you already KNOW this mf is ticklish

but like.. so are you ?!

today’s cause of domestic bickering: you left half an ounce (LITERALLY half an ounce) of milk in the fridge

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve purposefully left it there in hopes of triggering a lil fight😏

(you need tiktok content ok)

you’re sitting on the couch, reading, phone already propped up and recording, when he walks up to you with the nearly empty carton in hand

his hand is on his hip (this mf a whole ass twink goodbye) and he’s scowling at you.

“y/n, what is this?”

you stare at him for too long, laughter bubbling up in your chest, becoming too difficult to contain

you decide to make a break for it, but he’s already got you pinned on the couch (ugh screw this man’s reflexes)

he digs his fingers into your ribs and you squeal, trying to push his hands away and failing

instead, you go for the offense, which only works for about 2 seconds, because he rolls you over and jabs at your waist

“BABE STOP IM GONNA PEE,” you cry, laughing so hard tears are rolling down your cheeks.

tooru is laughing with you, poking you in the ticklish part of your stomach.

“TOSHI, STOP!” you squeak.

he does, immediately pulling his hands away from your grasp. a frown has etched itself onto his face. he looks hurt.

“..ushiwaka?”

“what?”

“you just said toshi, y/n.”

“no, i didn’t.”

you laugh nervously, sitting up and reaching for his hand. he grabs your wrist before you can do so.

“babe, i didn’t—”

“you didn’t what? say his name?” tooru has turned away from you completely, now.

“no, of course not! i didn’t mention him at all.”

“well, you definitely said it, and we don’t know another ‘toshi,’ y/n,” he mutters bitterly.

“tooru—”

“is something going on with you two?” he asks, head bowed away from you. he looks so dejected, and now all you wanna do is comfort him.

you sigh, attempting to wrap your arms around his frame. he lets you this time.

“baby?”

“yes?”

“say hi to the camera,” you whisper, steering him in the direction of your phone.

he opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it. he turns to look at you (PLS he really said 😐) and you think he’s gonna say something, but the next thing you know you’re lying flat on your back and his fingers have resumed their attack on your rib cage. you scream, attempting (and failing) to dodge his attacks.

“that was for worrying me. you better not do it again, y/n >:(”

you giggle and snuggle up to his chest.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

kuroo

kuroo knows there are many things you hate in the world

spiders, papercuts, long lines at the cafe

but more than anything, you hate studying

you’ve expressed this thought to your boyfriend on multiple occasions

but kuroo is determined to help you get a decent grade😌

today you’ve invited him over for a study date, hoping to try out a trend you saw on tiktok the other day

you’re both laying on your bed, and kuroo is explaining a problem to you, but you’re busy setting your phone up

he doesn’t see the phone, but he notices you’re distracted

“you’re an idiot, you know that?”

you scoff, offended, and smush a pillow into his face

he gasps, grabbing one for himself and bashing you in the head in retaliation

you’ve been throwing pillows into each other’s faces for a few minutes when he grabs both yours and his and throws them, tackling you onto the bed and tickling you senselessly

you shriek, his offensive jabs making you squirm, limbs flailing around carelessly

“Y/N, IF YOU WOULD JUST STUDY—” kuroo laughs, squeezing at the sides of your waist.

“NO! DON’T WANNA!” you protest. he shrugs, as if to say, ‘you asked for it,’ and dives back in.

he gets a particularly ticklish spot under your ribs, and you yelp.

“MORI, LET GO!” you scream, laughing hysterically.

he stops laughing, and takes a couple steps back.

“what’d you just say?”

you sit up, on the edge of the bed.

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you said ‘mori.’ babe, who’s mori?” his voice is still gentle, but you can tell he’s getting panicky.

you scoff nervously. “i don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“why’d you say someone else’s name?”

“tetsu, i never said anything. i think you’re making things up.”

he looks at you for a second, hurt, and then looks anywhere but you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so lost before. he swallows, clearing his throat, and rubs at the back of his neck.

“right. yeah, sorry. just— just forget i said anything,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the textbooks on your bed like they’ve suddenly gotten ten times more interesting. “maybe we should just—”

you silence him with a kiss, pressing your lips firmly against his. he pulls away, eyes downcast. god, you’re so gone for this man.

“tetsu, i love you, you know that?”

he nods, but won’t make contact with your gaze.

“baby, look at me?”

he finally stares up at you, and you rest your forehead against his.

“wanna say hi to tiktok?” you whisper.

“huh?” he mutters.

“look!”

you point to where your phone is sitting, still recording. he stares at the camera, and then at you, and then back to the camera, and finally back at you. you don’t think he’s ever looked so offended before, and you can’t hold back your laughter at the thought.

“you know what? fuck you,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you giggle, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in. “god, i cant believe i fell for that shit.”

“i know, right? kind of embarrassing.”

at that, he takes a pillow and whacks you with it. you gasp.

“AGAIN?! oh, it’s on.”

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when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

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kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[1800-tonystank]

𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝐜𝐲𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬

cw: swearing

fluff :)

•𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺

- you would find one of his sweatshirts lying around somewhere and decide to put it on

- at the time he was busy but as soon as he came into your room to see you in his sweatshirt…

- oh lawd

- instantly breaks into the biggest shit-eating grin ever

- “what are you wearing?”

- has a stupid smirk on his face during the whole conversation

- “oh i was cold so i didn’t think it’d be a big deal if i wore one of your-“

- he literally jumps on top of you, telling you how beautiful you look

-“you should wear my stuff more often, you look so gorgeous”

- literally drowns you in kisses and cuddles you all day

- will offer you his clothes every chance he gets

•𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

- sapnap had been on his friends streams pretty much all day

- you didn’t want to disturb him but you missed him terribly

- you were exhausted and ready to go to sleep but it was hard without having him with you

- so you searched around the bedroom for one of his shirts

- once finding one of his t-shirts you slipped it on, letting his scent comfort you

- you fell back onto the bed, instantly shutting your eyes and feeling more at ease

- once sapnap had finished streaming for the night he walked into your shared room to check on you, only to see that you were asleep

- but you were wearing his shirt????

- immediately blushed and smiled like an idiot

- he crawled into bed next to you and kissed your forehead while hugging your body close to him

- “love you baby”

•𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞

- you woke up one morning to find that george wasn’t in bed next to you

- you rolled out of bed and slipped on one of his sweatshirts before heading downstairs to look for him

- he sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone

- you walked up beside him and placed your hands onto his shoulders

- “goodmorning” you said smiling at him

- he put his phone down and hugged you back, just now noticing your clothing

- “goodmorning, is that- is that my hoodie darling?”

- you would just nod with a sheepish smile and snuggle your head into his chest

- “hmm cute” he whispered, placing a long kiss on your head

•𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝗼𝐛𝐬

- the two of you were cuddling while aimlessly scrolling through your phones

- sighing while placing your phone down on the bed, you looked up at karl

- “what is it angel” , he asked while also placing his phone down

- “it’s like five degrees in here”

- he laughed at your complaining

- “go get some more blankets”

- shaking your head, you tugged on his sweatshirt, hinting that you wanted to wear it

- “you want my sweatshirt huh?”

- you nodded and laughed as he sat up and slipped his sweatshirt off and handed it over to you

- you happily slipped it on “thank you baby”

•𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

- you stepped out of the shower realizing that you didn’t bring a shirt with you

- you spotted one of quackity’s hoodies lying around and threw it on quickly before exiting the bathroom

- you stepped into quackitys office where he was editing a video

-“hi babe, how’s editing going?”

- he swirled his chair around to face you

-“it’s been alr-“

- his eyes widen so big lol

- “holy fucking shit, what the fuck, oh my god”

- literally just stares at you

- a smile grows onto your face as you walk over to him, he places his hands on your hips as you stand in front of him

-“is everything okay?”

-“yes YES, everything is fine, oh my god im dating a literal angel, what the fuck”

- you laugh as you kiss him on the cheek before leaving him to continue his editing

•𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝗼𝗼𝐭

- it was obvious that wilbur was taller than you

- but you still found yourself wanting to wear his clothes, even though they would be very big on you

- you went to the bathroom whilst the two of you were watching a movie and found one of his sweatshirt and put it on

- the shirt went down to your knees and basically swallowed you

- you returned back to finish the movie with wilbur

- his eyes moved from the tv screen onto you

- his eyebrows shot up

- “you little thief”

- he jumped up and threw you down onto the bed as you laughed and yelled for him to let you go

-“yeah yeah, fine you can wear it but only because you look amazing in it”

- you smiled at him and placed a kiss on his nose before whispering a small thank you

- “oh and i think that you should steal my stuff more often sweetheart, i cant stop staring at you” he said as we winked at you before sitting up to watch the movie

thanks for reading luvs <3

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