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Request - y/n (female) taking care of Jake when he has a stomach bug and she has to pick him up from the company because he doesn’t feel good and the boys call her 🤔💞

sick

(when he is sick and you take care of him)

contains: idolbf!Jake x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing, mentions of stomach problems | wc: 1,0k

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author’s note: just before you proceed with reading, thank you Anon for requesting! i really enjoyed writing this one! ❤️ also, i didn’t proofread this one 😬

“Are you sure you shouldn’t just stay at home today?”

“I’m sure babe, I’ll be fine,” Jake said kissing your forehead. He smiled when he noticed how you still had the same concerned expression on your face. “I promise I feel better,” he spoke putting his right hand on the left side of his chest.

His enthusiasm to go on practice with the rest of Enhypen made you smile and trusted him. But you had a really bad feeling about it. For the past few days whenever he came back home from either dance practice or vocal lessons, he complained about his constant stomach aches, making you worried. But every time you tried to make him stay and visit a doctor he refused, either saying it’s not that bad or that he feels better, just like today.

“I’ll be home pretty late, love. Our comeback is near!” he announced like the excited puppy he is.

The sight of his signature pose made you giggle and pull him by his collar for a quick kiss. Well, you intended for it to be quick but he certainly had other plans. He kissed you gently while keeping you in place by placing his hands on your waist. This made your hands travel up to his neck. You noticed how hot his neck was but before you could say anything the sound of his phone ringing made him go out hurriedly. You waved at him when he disappeared behind the corner and run to catch a lift.

You decided to brush off your observations and just spend your day as you planned. You packed your bag and headed over to one of your favorite coffee shops nearby in order to study for upcoming exams.

The day was perfect for studying; the weather recently became warmer so everybody around you wore light outerwear finally saying goodbye to winter clothing. Once you sat down and ordered your beverage you started revising the chapters that were the most problematic.

No matter how much you study you just don’t seem to get your head around that specific subject. Anytime you had problems with some questions you had Jake who was always willing to help you with hard topics.

You didn’t even notice how much you started thinking about him when you noticed your phone started ringing. Looking at the caller ID you smiled seeing Jungwon’s name.

“Jungwon! What’s up?” you asked taking a sip from your cup.

“Y/n, are you busy right now?” His serious tone made you nervous. You left the cup aside and answered.

“No, is everything okay?”

The other side was quiet for a while when he spoke: “Well it’s about Jake.” His words made you even more anxious, knowing what he was going to say next, but instead of Jungwon’s voice, you heard Jay.

“Y/n could you maybe come and pick him up? He really doesn’t feel the best.”

Not wanting to make them wait you almost immediately raised from your seat and went straight home.

“I’ll be there soon.” Not waiting for his response you ended the call and ran to your apartment, where you left your books and took the keys to your car. Driving through almost whole Seoul was quite problematic at this hour, with roads packed making you stay in long lines of cars. Once you arrived at his company’s adress you quickly got out of your car and ran to the entrance.

“Y/n!” You noticed Sunoo calling your name and waving at you smiling brightly. “That’s such a relief that you could come here. Honestly I’ve never seen him in such state. I mean, it’s not that bad! But, you know him, he always tends to neglect his problems, especially health ones,” he spoke quickly while walking with you to the elevator. His words made you regret that you had let him go today to work.

Both of you arrived at the right floor, and headed to Enhypen’s practice room. First thing you noticed was somebody’s figure laying on the floor covered with what seemed to be Sunghoon’s and Jay’s hoodies. Soon realizing it was Jake lying under the pile of clothes you run up to him. You squatted next to him and placed your hand on his forehead. You were shocked how hot his skin felt against the palm of your hand.

“Thank God you’re here,” said Heeseung walking up to you. “He kept on trembling even during the practice,” he spoke while pointing clothes he was covered by. “Was he okay when he was leaving for work?”

His question made you cover your face in your hands. “No, he wasn’t. But he told me he’ll be fine. Gosh, I shouldn’t have let him go out today!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Heeseung laughed a bit and patted your shoulder slightly. “It’s not your fault, you know that. He’s stupid for neglecting things like this,” he said making Jake open his eyes a bit.

“Hey, not stupid!” he huffed and winced at the pain he felt suddenly in his abdomen.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said taking the clothes off of him and handed them to Heeseung. You helped him get up, heart practically breaking at how shaky and trrembly his fig to sure was. Heeseung helped you with transporting him to your car and you hastily bid your goodbyes.

The ride home was quiet, gulit trip eating you from your insides, feeling ironic pain in your stomach. When both of you arrived to your shared apartment you helped him change clothes into more comfortable and warm ones. You silently checked his temperature and gave him proper medicine. While doing so he kept on looking at you, somewhat apologetically.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly, hoping for negative answer, but instead you pouted and looked at him, brows knitted in a frown.

“Honeslty, I am a bit. You lied to me.”

“I really thought I’ll be better though.” He tried not to giggle at your expression. You looked so cute in his eyes whenever you pouted. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, stupid. Now I need to make sure you feel better before Bang PD murders me.” You smiled and brushed his hair off his face.

“Hey, not stupid!”

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chantsdemarins · 5 months

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New Fic: Breath of the Æsir ⚔︎🏰 (Loki X Reader)

Formally (Collapsing in the Arms of Chaos) I changed the name. 😬 I know Medieval stories aren't everyone's fav but heck, I hope you like it! It has been brewing in the coffee pot that is in my head for over a year. I feel slightly self-conscious that after my first time with COVID, my brain is not the same. I hope I still have my ability to write! My last story published a few weeks ago was written while I was falling ill and I know it wasn't my best!

Thank you for reading!! If you want to comment I would be so happy and reblogs are like the most precious thing to me. All art is mine, it's a Photoshop-crazed situation.

Summary: Disenchanted with the Danes' misuse of Norse gods to sanction their brutality, Loki finds himself ostracized. Stripped of his divine powers and bearing a severe injury, he wanders into the realm of the conquered. By a twist of fate, he arrives at your manor, where you await your husband's return. However, destiny has other plans.

Warnings: Blood.

Words: 2,471

Smut rating: Not yet...but there sure will be!

Posting schedule: Every Saturday! I am going to stick to this!

Chapter 1 The Embroidery of Destiny Chapter 2 The Stranger Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Before your family settled again, you had been travelers, moving from one darkened patch of earth to the next. Soil on your boots muddied your paths, creating difficulties in finding a home. There were many things to see, some horrors, some things magical and unfounded. Shapes shifted in the forest where you camped at night. One day your father showed you where they lowered men into the bogs, decorated with bronze. These were not the ways of your people. They did not worship like that. It might have been too much for you to know where some ended up when they were no longer living, not in graves or on pyres. Something else.

By the time you reached the northern lands, your family had negotiated your belongings down to just what the pallid horses could carry. Your croft was built into the very earth you had struggled to cross, with bedrooms burrowed into the side of a hill. It was not built for so much rain. Buckets and sluices were not enough to keep out the floods.

So, when your husband came to marry you, you packed your things neatly, placed them in a pack, and left your parents’ home without drawing a breath. You walked a distance far greater than any you had as a child to his family's land, your new home. The way your family had negotiated the marriage remained a blind spot in your mind. You couldn't fathom it. From a croft to a manor.

Over time, nothing in your marriage seemed to flourish. The land, though beautiful, yielded nothing you sowed. Too sandy or too chelated, perhaps unfortunate timing. You became a wife in the loneliest ways. No spinning of yarn would produce a cloth finer than the wool you began with. Hours of practice composing embroidery resulted in nothing more than half completed sea escarpments, knots, and birds with no flight.

The elegant window that surveyed the tenants' labors only deepened your isolation. They carried on with their duties, and you retired to your quarters, curtains drawn. The chill from your childhood followed you here. The stone walls held a dampness no fire could dispel. You knew somewhere across the hills where your parents still sleeping too close to the earth. Rooms still flooded. Though your loyalty never wavered, even as your husband wandered afar, absent for days at a time, his pursuits as obscure as the horizon beyond your room filled with half-finished tasks.

In kindness or disappointment, he had ensured your education extended beyond your lowly beginnings. Through travels and courtly audiences, barons and other titled men and women recounted their lives' poetry over each glass of mead or wine. You listened for moments when they forgot their lines, most days this was more interesting than their images they wanted you to see.

Although had you not met Isolde of Easting, you would not have thought to plant the spiky yellow gorse along the manor's borders. When the proper conversation waned, you had discovered the titled people still spun tales of their lands. The places they had come or been uprooted from. In the best conversations, you gleaned knowledge of the plants, herbs, and tokens from the first peoples, their ways overshadowed by the new cultures but nonetheless seeming to flow from them to you during the quieter moments—the men away hunting, the embroidery thread running low, the teapot empty. These things were spoken of in hushed tones so the servants would not get ideas.

You spoke of the hawthorn tree, the ravens' work, the swords warriors cast into the cold estuary, found along all the lakes' shores. The Roman merchants who brought tales of Jesus and his cross. The god Woden came from the Angles, and Odin, from the North. Their wars and bloodshed filled the spaces between village homes and now the courts. If asked if you prayed to the Christian god, you couldn't say. You longed to speak of the place where they lowered men into the bogs, the place your father once showed you. Later, in the quiet of your room, you would pull out a relic from beneath the blankets in your chest, and it would look unrecognizable. It once held meaning, but that meaning didn't travel with it.

Sometimes when you were awake much too early, the nightingales still singing, you would dip your quill into the small pot of black soot. You would unroll a small piece of parchment, discarded by the cooks, and write down your dreams. Which had room in your sleep since they were so often unimpeded by the presence of your husband. You wrote in the lais of the Frankish people, counting eight sounds to the line, braiding your dreams with your words.

Had I found a small shell, not rope I would have held it to my ear The ocean's song would have come to me Instead, I was swallowed wholly

This was how things proceeded until the day they did not.

As you came to learn, in the void and closeness of life, nothing is reliable enough to expect its continuation the next day. You should allow for change to slip through the crevices of even the dampest chambers. It just had not happened in so long you almost did not recognize it when something remarkable unfolded at your manor.

On this day, as you sipped your tea, with half-finished yards of cloth draped across your lap, and the unopened book of hours on the small, worn table, your gaze was fixed on the wind billowing the emerald curtains—silk from an era long past, traded by hands unknown. Like much of the decor in the manor, these were vestiges of your husband's family's trade in finery, symbols of their stature akin to that of minor kings.

Elinor, your companion for the last 10 years, rapped on your door abruptly, breaking your contemplative gaze.

“My lady, please excuse me,” she croaked, as the door opened before you could arrange a pretext to delay her entry.

“What is it, Elinor?” you asked, not wishing to dwell on the trivialities of the manor that day. Clearing her throat, she reported urgently of a man in a bad way, injured and lying on the steps. She hastened to your window, the portal to the land beyond your manor, and pointed to the makeshift courtyard where a man lay seemingly lifeless if not for the faint moan you heard.

“Why have you not sought my husband or some other man of decisions?” you questioned with a twinge of fear edging into your refuge of solitude.

“Lady, your husband has traveled beyond into the land of the Scots, and the aldermen are not present either,” she informed you.

“A household of women only, then? How did I overlook such an event?” you pondered.

“Lady, you are often engrossed in your own pursuits within these walls. How could you have noticed your husband's departure?” Elinor reasoned, her words not easing the panic now fully upon you. The thought that your husband had left you unprotected added another layer of anguish.

“At such a time, Elinor, how shall we defend ourselves?” you barely articulated.

“I suspect he gave little thought to the matter,” Elinor replied, her head bowed even lower than her subdued voice.

“Then it falls to me to act in their absence,” you reasoned. Not wanting this conflict or the talk that may ensue you knew you must act quickly. This man perhaps knew your husband, or perhaps it was only a small political scuffle that may have resulted in his injuries. You thought of the many reasons he could have ended up at the steps of your manor of this day. None of them added up entirely.

As you navigated the long, narrow corridors, your thin morning jacket provided little relief from the chill as Elinor aided you with the heavy door. You both stood in awe of the man at your feet. Having seen men before, chiefly your husband. This man’s appearance was now shocking at close view. He was unlike your husband in all ways you could imagine.

“Holy Jesus save us,” Elinor yelled through her missing teeth.

“He will not assist with this, Elinor,” you responded, your eyes surveying the severe wound from his stomach to his chest, the dark blood pooling around his lean form.

The man’s hair was a shade darker than the darkest night. Had night possessed more depth, it would resemble the hue of his locks. His attire suggested nobility, which only intensified the chill you felt. He had clearly been bested in whatever skirmish he had come from, and with no healer at hand, it seemed likely that a burial might soon follow—until his eyes fluttered open.

A striking blue that drew your own darker gaze, hinting at his foreign language or origins. His hand reached out feebly before falling back to his side.

He whispered faintly, “Ásjá.”

“He's alive!” you declared, as if the statement itself could reverse his fate.

“Yes, lady, he lives, I told you. Now what shall we do?” Elinor asked, concern evident in her voice.

“We save him. It is the right thing to do,” you answered.

“But without a healer, we risk much by sheltering him,” Elinor’s voice trembled.

“Then we shall tend to his needs ourselves,” you declared, your courage unusual, unfounded, drawn from the same well that had seen men saved from death at a distance. An instinct came over you. You directed Elinor to gather wood, cloth, herbs, and other necessities that seemed more from your imagination than any practical experience. You quickly cut away his clothes, exposing the dire wound more fully.

“Lady, he may not survive this,” Elinor observed with a somber tone. The unhinged flesh flapping against the seemingly unended torrent of blood emerging from him. How could there be so much blood.

“Silence, Elinor,” you hushed her. Your hands, though failed in the art of tapestry, were adept with needle and thread. So much failure had given you courage.

“We must stem the bleeding before we can stitch him up,” you instructed, asking for a branch from the fire.

“Lady, you cannot—” Elinor began, but you had already pressed the smoldering wood to the wound. The man awoke suddenly, thrashing in pain.

“Hold him down!” you ordered. Elinor, small but determined, restrained his arms.

You envisioned repairing his injury as if it were the "Galley of the Titan’s Moons," a rare piece of embroidery from the northern lands.

“I shall map the night sky upon your body, sir,” you said, speaking into the silence as he drifted further from this world. You sensed the ancestors gather, ready to welcome him, but you were not ready to let him go.

“No, not yet” you whispered, a soft rebuke to the invisible presence.

Elinor looked at you, puzzled. To whom were you speaking?

You were determined. This man would not die. Though you had sent for a proper healer, your task was to keep him alive until they arrived, hoping they would be sober enough to be of use. Much worse would be a drunk priest should your help not find any healer available.

It was not until you had finished suturing his wound that you noticed how his body appeared in the dim light of the great room. Your loneliness resonated with the landscape of his injury. It was a peculiar reaction, but there was something else broken within this man, beyond the sword wound. It was something familiar to your own. You held you own stomach for a moment, it felt as if you were the one almost slain, not him.

Eventually, his bleeding ceased, and the healer arrived, tended to him with poultices and what looked like grain spirits. You wrapped your furs around his sleeping form. He did not pass away. The stranger in your home survived. You had been told he might still not make the night. You watched him for as long as your eyes could. His faint inhalations mirrored in your own. But the exhaustion took over, and before you could retreat to your own chamber, you found yourself lying at his side.

“How improper, Lady!” Elinor’s voice pierced the quiet as dawn crept in and your eyes, heavy with sleep, opened. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep beside the stranger. Startled, you rose, wrapping a blanket around yourself. Quickly finding a reason that you had slept at his side.

“He remains unconscious, Elinor. The healer was unsure if he would wake,” you confided in the servant who had been by your side for so many years. She looked briefly placated. Yet you knew her mind was racing. The healer would tell the burgh folk of this strange man. Your husband was nowhere to be known. Northman had recently been subdued with heavy piles of church silver, and that arrangement was delicate at best. They would be back and this time they would perhaps sack the village since you knew the last of the silver had been promised away to visiting bishops and clergy. The wealth had run its course.

“He must stay until he awakens, until he can speak for himself,” you quickly decided.

It was better to know who he was. He would surely tell you since you saved his life.

“But what if he is a demon, my lady? Have you considered that he may have come from Hell to bring us further misfortune?” Elinor ventured, instantly regretting her words as her face contorted with shame.

“I apologize. I did not mean to imply you are cursed,” she hastily added.

You felt pity for Elinor, she was not as traveled as you had become. Had not the stories you knew, but you also could not see beyond, you had no way to know if it was safe to keep him with you. If your husband should arrive back, there would be no way to convince him that this man had not abused you in some way, but you did know something of him. There was something you did recognize.

“This man is no curse, no demon,” you affirmed, your gaze fixed on his hair, as dark as the ink with which you wrote.

“How can you be certain?” she queried.

“He spoke in the old tongue, asking for aid. Did you not hear him, Elinor?” you questioned, your voice steady.

The woman stepped back, tossing another log onto the fire, her confusion apparent. “I did not recognize the language, nor do I understand how you did,” she admitted.

The language was familiar to you, it was the tongue of your people from so long ago. From the place of your birth. The place that was destroyed till there was nothing but darkness.

Chapter 2 below!

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 9 months

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"CANDY MAN"

SUMMARY: your morning was awesome with jungkook but as you are on the end of your day it turns a 360.

PAIRINGS: weed dealer jk X reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS : They both smoke weed , unprotected sex, oral (m) ,hickeys loads , jk likes when it’s messy, reader spits in his mouth , jk has a dick piercing . Changkyun and minhyun are mentioned .

A/N: I couldn’t stop myself from writing this vogue jungkook is the best thing ever 😭 Also sorry for the end hehe 😬. Please like, reblog and comment your feedback’s mean so much to me 😌♥️ENJOY SWEET PIES 🥰

You’ve been awake for a few minutes now it’s 7 a.m. in the morning, and you thought of brushing and going back to bed again for some cuddling with jungkook. He slept there naked just in his Calvin Klein boxers.

Coming back to the bed to climb on top of him pecking his lips and groaning jungkook waves you off. You smirk and start to grind on his morning wood “ What do you want y/n? It’s still seven Hun” he says groggily waking up. “I want you kook, can I ?” His hands came to palm your ass to help you grind him but you took them away from you , “Sure then go ahead”.

You softly made moaning noises when you leaned down to kiss his lips “open you mouth kook wanna spit” you said already gathering some of your saliva in your mouth , opening his mouth he let you do it. Jungkook’s hands were already between you both palming your pussy over your panties. “ go ahead rub yourself on my fingers, baby” Jungkook mumbled, moving your panties to side jungkook hissed when he felt your core already wet with your slick “your so fucking wet baby” humming you continued grinding and kissing and sucking some hickeys on his neck.

Adjusting his body a bit jungkook slides up reaching over the nightstand to grab on the rolled-up weed. Removing his boxers , Jungkook has his foreskin pierced, the site of his cock pierced made you moan “fuck kook every-time I see this piercing makes me feel things” jungkook chuckled while you played with his piercing “suck me now yeah baby, gonna smoke while you suck me” Jungkook added already lighting it up. “ yeah kook I’ll make you feel good”. You started with the firstly his heavy balls when he groaned “Yeah go, baby, spit on it, baby” Curses left his mouth.

Jungkook always had a sensitive spot for getting his balls sucked you sucked him hallowing your cheeks around one of his balls and making a sucking sound while palming his hard cock “ mph…..Jagi, gonna cum untouched” he warns “ go on kook cum on my face” now going back to suck his cock and kitten licking his red swollen tip and teasing his piercing ,gagging till your nose was pressed against his pelvis. While jungkook was still chasing his high and with you gagging around him. There was someone about to ring the doorbell ruining his orgasm.

“Fuck who the hell is here at 7 AM” Jungkook groaned telling you he will be back in a few.

Wearing his boxers the ringing of the bell pissed him off a drunk Changkyun appears when he opens the door “ Why the fuck are you here early morning?” Jungkook hissed seeing his state “ Get me the costly weed jungkook I somehow fucked up” Changkyun says standing with the support of your door wall.

“ yeah, wait a second dose minhyun needs one too?” Jungkook says already getting one for Changkyun “Yeah give me one I’ll pass him the other one” Changkyun brings his wallet passing jungkook the money. “Thank you, bro, I hope this shit helps me”Waving him off jungkook closes the door. Taking the money he kept it your wallet .

He saw you already teasing your pussy while palming your breasts tugging on your nipple and moaning his name “Shall we continue where we left Jagi?” Jungkook says jumping on top of you “hell yeah kook” chuckling when he kisses and pulls on your lower lip and grinds on your panty-clad pussy “ mm fuck y/n, I’m gonna smack the fuck out of Changkyun when we next meet” Jungkook said complaining “ it’s fine I figured he must have fucked up that’s why he was here early at 7 “. Jungkook gets back on his knees removing his boxers getting his half-used rool and lighting it again “Pass me that kook” Humming he passes it to you and continues to remove your panties.

Teasing his cock with precum dripping from the red swollen tip he teased your pussy lips “Are you gonna be a good girl?”jungkook asks you slowly teasing his tip inside your pussy “Just relax baby I’ll make you feel good” reassuring you he eased his tip inside you while you finished the roll tossing it in the ashtray “ fuck kook…feels full” you moaned your hands coming to leave scratches on his back, biting his moans back he let outs a grunt when you clench around him “ That’s good baby, keep doing it, gets so tight when you clench baby” he slows his pace just to hear the sound of your wet pussy “ Fast kook gonna come” you whimpered “so messy baby” thrusting fast jungkook asks you to hold on for him “be good Jagi …. Hold it gonna cum too” tears rushing down your face” can’t kook need to cum now” you said “I told you to stay quiet Jagi” Jungkook groaned , headboards now banging the wall behind your bed “ cum baby cum did so good for me” you both cum undone panting heavily jungkook kisses your lips “ did great baby” leaving some hickeys on your neck and softly kissing each of them , chuckling he slowly backs away when you thought you were done jungkook moves down towards you cum leaking pussy,” made a mess baby”, slowly pushing them back inside “ didn’t wanna mess up the sheets baby” Keeping from making noises you nodded at the overstimulation, he slowly removes his fingers and licked them clean .

It’s late in the afternoon when you go to buy some ingredients for dinner Jungkook insisted on making today “jungkook I’ll be heading outside now” you said already wearing your boots when you hear the doorbell opening the door you gasp when you see the sight in front of you.

“Miss we are here to check if there’s any weed or drugs” they said already getting into your house. While the officers continue to search up your house Jungkook is standing there bewildered .

The officers now go to both of your bedroom , That’s when you both look at each other.

We fucked up .

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silenzahra · 11 days

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The content that I'm bringing next ✨

I thought I could give you a hint of the content I'm preparing in order to bring it during this week and next month! I'm taking my time to create it all, so that's why it's not gonna be posted right away, but I hope you'll like to read everything as I share it! 💖

I'll start with some regular posts and then I'll focus on my writing 🥰

-Get to know me. I mentioned a while back that I thought it'd be fine to share a little bit of myself with you so you can get to know me a bit better, and I'm currently working on this one and trying to think of as many things as possible so as to make it, you know... interesting? 😅 I don't really know how to describe it, but in any case, it's in the works!

-A masterpost. Just like the first one, I also mentioned that I'd like to create one at last, as I've posted a few stories and two headcanon posts already, and I want you guys to find them as easily as possible whenever you'd like to. This is gonna take a bit longer, because Tumblr's search tool doesn't work very well 😬 But I'll manage! 💪

-My pending asks. This is a bit embarrassing... I've had some asks waiting for a reply for months now and I'm so sorry that I've kept you waiting for so long 😅 Here's a promise: as soon as I've posted at least one of my pending fics (more about this below), I'll start gradually and slowly answering all the asks that I have left. I wanna give each and every one of you the proper replies you deserve, which is why I warned that I'd take some time, but that's one thing. Taking forever is very different and I'm truly so sorry 😅

-May and June calendars. Don't know if you've seen some of my calendar posts, but I happen to have two Nintendo calendars for this year and I've been showing them since January (here's the February one since I can't find the others lol), but sometimes I simply forget to share the one for the new month and it gets delayed... Shame on me again 😅 I intend to show May this week since it's technically still May, and I'll make sure to not let many days of June pass before I show the ones corresponding to that month 🥰

-Tons of reblogs! I've already started doing this actually, as I've been tagged in a lot of amazing content, and even if I'm slow, I wanna see everything and leave proper feedback when I have the chance 🥰 Thank you again to those of you who tagged me! And for your patience as well 🫂💖💖

And now... let's talk about...

✨📝 MY WRITING 📝✨

-My Kitsune/Tanooki story. This one is coming soon, and when I say soon, I mean this week! 😁 I would've liked to post it mid May, but life wouldn't let me, but hey, better late than never! 🥰 I'm now in the process of editing and I intend to start translating tomorrow, and that usually doesn't take long, so you can expect this one at the end of the week 👀 Hope you'll like it! 💖

-Anything for him: Chapter 3. As I've mentioned a few times, this last chapter is long overdue and I'm ashamed that I'm taking SO long to finish it as I know very well what's going to happen! 😅 Still, once my Kitsune/Tanooki fic is up, this is the next thing I intend to fully work on, and even though I'm not sure to give a specific date, I would like to post it in June at last. Wish me luck in achieving this! 🤞🤞🤞

-Post-nightmare cuddles fic. Okay, it's been a few months already, but... anyone remember this writing prompt? I happened to receive a couple of suggestions in my inbox, and even though I wrote and posted the first one back in March, I wasn't able to finish the second one as I wasn't in the mood for angst when I first tried. But that's changed! 🤩 I'm CRAVING to write some angst, so this is gonna be the third thing on my writing list, and, again, I'd like to post it in June. I'll let you know if I succeed! 🤞🤞🤞

Also, if you're curious, you can read the other prompt here 👇

-And last but not least... did anyone say...

... an AU? 🤔

Yyyyyyes! That's right! 😁 I've recently started working on my very first AU and I am SO happy 🤩 I'm really SO excited about this one! I don't know yet how long it'll take until I'm ready to start posting it, but this is the thing that I mentioned yesterday that I keep getting new ideas for almost every single day 🤩

I'm not gonna say yet what it's based on, as I want it to be a surprise when I finally start sharing it with you guys, but it contains EVERYTHING that I love and that many of you love as well, so... I believe you'll like this one when it's ready 🤭 Maybe when I work a bit more on it and see a release date coming closer I'll go and tell you what it's about, but for now... I'll just keep working on it and enjoying every single word that I'm writing 😁

I really hope you'll like all of this once I start sharing it! As you see, I'm a big fan of making lists 😂 That's the way I usually organize everything that I have to do every day and such, and I thought that maybe sharing this, I'll have it a bit easier to focus and really bring all of it to this blog, even if I'm slow. Still, just know that I'm truly enjoying the process of creating not only the written fics (and the AU 🤭), but also the posts that I wanna bring soon 🥰

If you read everything, thank you! I know I tend to talk a lot lol, so I really appreciate it! Love you so much! 💖💖💖

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pillow princess - pt. 2

summary: ransom really is a pillow princess

pairing: sub!ransom drysdale x maid!reader

rating: explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

warnings: SMUT, fluff :), mentions of transactional sexual favors, edging, overstimulation, creampie, pain-kink [mild], bratty!ransom, kinda dom!reader, needy!ransom, ransom is cute 😩

WC: ~2.1k

A/N: um--this took a while, sorry 😬 I absolutely did not proof read this whoops 😅

likes are nice, but comments/reblogs keep me going!

masterlist

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Much to your relief, Ransom returns to his usual bratty attitude the next day. He flawlessly acts like nothing happened, careful not to bother more or less than he did before.

Actually, he bounces back to your old dynamic so easily that you wonder if he even remembers that night. It’s almost meticulous with how he interacts with you now.

The only evidence of his earlier affections that you can recognize is how he says “maid” with a little more husk than necessary. His silky voice teases goosebumps up your arms, but he never goes further. He wants you to chase him. But you’re not one to fold so easily.

So you follow his apathetic attitude, not needing more drama in your life regarding the man-child you already have to care for. Ransom is a man of limited patience and interest, so his moving on is an inherent assumption. As long as you keep yourself at arm's length, you can return to your life of cleaning and cooking.

Though he is tempting, you are content with your distant position in his life–any more would simply exhaust you. So you assume that he will eventually forget about your moment of weakness and go back to his usual brand of willing women.

But you should’ve known better because, as you’ve learned from your employment under the Drysdales, Ransom is a man full of surprises.

–

Apparently, the way into a man’s heart–or at least Ransom’s is to completely ignore him.

You hear Ransom clear his throat from the couch, insisting your attention away from the dishes you are working on. You continue with the dishes anyway, pressing the sponge into a particularly stubborn pan as the sound of running water blurs over his annoyed grunt.

Ransom has been unusually distant today, always in another room doing god knows what, to actively avoid you until dinner. The TV plays idly in the background as he peeks up over the geometric couch with a hesitant expression. You’ve never seen that before.

"Can you-um, play with my hair?" Your movements pause, thinking you heard him wrong. "Please?" he adds, nervously shuffling himself on the cushion, slightly regretting he even asked. You should make him wait a little longer, stew in his self-doubt, but you can’t help how your body reacts to his sheepish behavior.

Ransom looks incredibly adorable today, opting to leave his hair alone after his shower: product-free and fluffy. He wears one of his older sweaters, shrowding his broad frame in stretched-out cotton, unbothered by the tattered mess of frayed edges and tugged threads that rub against his skin.

He almost looks small as he waits for your response, letting the sleeves blanket over his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. You drop the sponge in the sink and dry your hands before walking over to him, wordlessly gesturing for him to move over to make space for you.

“Lay your head on my lap." You sound bored, acting like this is just another chore to fulfill, but on the inside, you’re thrumming in bliss. He obediently follows your directions, cheek pressing against the top of your thighs to let you run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes as you gently scratch against his scalp, little sighs puffing out every so often.

His hair is just as soft as it looks, little waves fighting to curl up against years of pomade-use. You keep your gaze straight toward the TV, enjoying this spell of serenity, afraid he’d get up if you locked eyes.

He looks up at you, silently wishing you’d stare right back.

—

The original plan went out the door as soon as you had a taste of sweet-Ransom.

He fell asleep on you that night, completely at ease in your embrace as you brushed through his hair, petting him like you would a cat. You watched as he curled up next to you, too entranced in his beauty to move from under him.

Your stomach burns with desire and affection when you reminisce how soft he can be, content to just nuzzle against your hand the whole night. It’s what finally breaks you.

So you start experimenting with how far you can take this newfound power, dropping little hints as you go on with your day:

Ransom is almost done eating his usual omelet when you proposition him.

"I'll give you a kiss if you put your dishes in the dishwasher..."

Ransom, who was once avidly watching a youtube video on his iPad, immediately perks up at your words. Expectantly, he shows a bit of resistance to the new dynamic, hmphing at the thought of cleaning up after himself.

"Yeah, no, I'm not doing that–And what makes you think I couldn't just take a kiss if I wanted to?"

You slowly walk up to the dining table, placing his second mug of coffee on the corner of the gray-blue placemat. "...So you don't want a kiss?" His eyebrows furrow with sincere dismay, offended by your question.

"I never said that."

"So you do?" You sweetly place his utensils on his plate, preparing him for his first chore in god knows how long.

"Yes."

"Then… you know what to do." You head toward the stairs before he can argue with you, thinking of the laundry that could occupy your attention as you wait for him to either give in or give up. “Call me when you get it done.”

Despite living alone, Ransom’s laundry room is just as full as his closet. You stare at the piles of clothes that need to be ironed, folded, and organized, bewildered by how many outfits he can wear in one day.

You’re barely able to pick up a sweater before he calls you from downstairs. That was fast.

"I'm done! You can come back and give me my kiss now!" You sigh, looking down at the color-coded piles of clothes. It’ll just have to wait.

You pad down the 'floating' staircase and spot him sitting patiently at the dining table where you left him. iPad off with no plate in sight.

"Good job, Ransom." You praise, speaking to him like a preschool teacher would a child. You mentally shake your head at his arrogant smirk. He’s so proud of himself for doing the absolute minimum, just because you asked.

"Kiss. Now." You give him a small smile, shuffling over to his eagerly seated figure. He smoothly nuzzles against your hand as you hold his face, eyes closed in anticipation as you lean in for a kiss. You mischievously bite your lip before placing a quick peck on his cheek, immediately turning to walk back to the stairs.

You wince when you hear the dining chair scrape against the wooden floor as he stands up with indignation. That’ll surely leave a mark. "Hey! That wasn’t what I asked for!" His deep voice whines up the stairs behind you.

You're stopped halfway up the stairs as you turn to speak to him, a pleased smirk gracing your lips. "That was a kiss, Ransom. Maybe be more specific next time?"

"B-but you're the one who offered it!" You shrugged innocently, enjoying how frustrated you could make him.

"Then maybe you should make me clarify next time?"

—

It doesn’t take long for him to use this new give-and-take game to his advantage.

“I’ll do my laundry if you give me a real kiss on the lips.” Your lips part, dammit, he is learning. “For five minutes.” He hastily adds, knowing what a smart-ass you can be.

You act like you’re reluctantly giving in, answering with a slow nod, agreeing to his terms.

Your plan is going perfectly, he’s making your job easier AND you get a kiss from sweet, desperate, Ransom. What could go wrong?

“I’ll do the dishes all week if you let me eat you out.” His voice echoes through the bathroom, startling you from cleaning. You drop the disinfectant spray sending a loud bang through the shower, surprised by his sudden presence. Has he been there the whole time?

“Until you cum.” He specifies as if you’d stop him once he’s over you. You let out a small cough before turning to look at him, gloved hands still frozen in the air. Ransom has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he waits for your answer.

“Ransom…”

“Please,” He walks further into the bathroom until he’s towering over your crouched position. “I’ll only do whatever you want me to do. Promise.”

—

You melt for him as easily as he does for you, his newfound softness luring you in. You don’t know how he convinced you into his bed, or if he even convinced you at all.

His pleading eyes eagerly stare up at you bouncing on his lap as your nails rake down his bare chest, decorating his skin with sweet red trails. Ransom seethes through his teeth, “Yesss.” His cock twitches inside of you as he winces at the pain, helplessly laying under you as he takes everything you give him.

He gently holds on to your waist as you begin teasingly grinding on him with short abrupt movements, earning a sharp groan from his throat. His stomach rubs beautifully against your clit, making you speed up your movements.

His hips weakly cant up to meet yours, the sound of his skin harshly slapping against your ass travels throughout the house, music to your ears. Soon, too soon, his thrusts start to slow down, juddering as he struggles to sync with your movements. He chokes, holding himself inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" You quickly push yourself off of him, leaving him to whine as he teeters at the edge of his orgasm. His sweat-shined body shakes when his cock barely brushes against your sopping lips, muscles clenching, feeling overly sensitive. "Noo, please" he begs, attempting to chase the warmth of your cunt to no avail.

"You only cum when I say you can, you got that." His chest is rising rapidly, pouting against your cruel denial. You reach down and wrap your fingers around his sensitive cock, squeezing gently to make a point, "I said, you got that?"

"Y-yes, got it."

—

You were impressed how he's keeping up with you, even after cumming two times tonight. You edged him through both rounds, stretching each orgasm to the limit before finishing him with your hand, letting him spill onto your skin.

You’d soak him in your cunt right until he’s ready to burst. “Uh-uh, creampies are only for good boys.” He nods numbly, exhausted from trying to hold his cum back.

At the beginning of the night, you were making him beg so prettily for his orgasm, but now, he's desperately begging you to stop. Overstimulated to the brim, it’s almost painful how quickly he gets to the edge.

"Please--fuck!" You purposely clench yourself around him, driving him crazy, hands flail to grip at your body, trying to keep you still above him.

You glare down at his flushed face, "Don't fucking touch me." His hands instantly drop before clenching into fists as he tries to stave himself from cumming. His cock practically vibrates from your harsh words, already oversensitized from the number of times you've gotten him off.

"I-I can't--" He throbs inside of you, heightening the way he prods against the deepest part of you. You smile cruelly, looking down at him, letting out a breathless chuckle. He stares up at you with pleading eyes, deliriously following your movements.

"Aw baby," You let go of his right hand to cover his mouth, muffling his groans as you speed up. “You don’t have a choice.” He breathes harshly through his nose, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you fuck him dry, reveling in the way his body trembles under you as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

—

Ransom’s arms tenderly wrap around your waist as he cloaks you in his warmth. His heart beats steadily against your back as his nose presses into your neck.

Despite his submissive nature, Ransom likes to be the big spoon. Sure, it’s partially due to his urge to protect you, but the main reason is to ensure you don’t leave him as he sleeps--because no matter how cocky and arrogant he acts, Ransom is scared to lose you.

His soft breaths brush against the back of your hair as he sleeps, periodically pulling you in closer to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your scent.

Ransom feels safe around you. Like he can finally drop the mask he’s been wearing all these years and accept who he is. And he wants to be vulnerable with you. He actually craves it. You’re the first person to see this side of him–or at least the first he has wanted to keep—and he’s never felt so free.

That’s why he can’t afford to lose you

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #sub!ransom drysdale #sub!ransom #ransom x reader #ransom x you #knives out #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #ransom fluff #ransom drysdale fluff #pillow princess

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one more bc i’m actually having so much fun thinking of these lol!

🍾 with hangman

HUNG(OVER)MAN aka After New Year's with Jake Headcanons

Even when Jake isn’t so good…he’s good.

Pairing Jake Seresin x reader

Theme Fluff

Warnings One mention of actual hangovers, I also just couldn’t think of another title

Word Count 570

Note This was headed in a completely different direction but seeing as it’s just after New Year’s, I thought this direction seemed a bit fitting! This was supposed to go up earlier (like right after NYE) but I had a not so great start to the new year so this took awhile to write and edit. Also, may or may not be loosely based on how I spend NYD 😬 I hope you enjoy it, love!!!

If you enjoyed this, please reblog! Reblogs are the best way to support creators (writers, artists, gif makers, everyone!) on this platform. Share the content, share the love!

On the rare occasion that Jake didn’t have work the day after a big event, the two of you would spend the day as quiet as possible

Every morning, the two of you would wake up absolutely exhausted despite oversleeping

But the drilled-in discipline from his military training will nag at him until he gets up so he’ll at least get up to brush his teeth

Then it’s straight back to bed for morning snuggles

(He’s also barely awake while brushing his teeth so he also just wants to lay down)

The next time he gets out of bed is when his stomach starts grumbling

And he’s making sure you’re getting out of bed with him, whether that means throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you bridal style

Neither of you bother to change out of your pajamas, by the way

(And that’s assuming you guys even had the energy to change before getting into bed)

If you didn’t, this would be the time you guys exchange your wrinkled formalwear for comfy sweats and tees

For breakfast (or brunch, rather) Jake is always quick to stop you before you can reach for the sugary cereal atop the fridge

“If I’m ever too lazy to cook breakfast for you, then feel free to throw me out along with the garbage”

It’s a simple plate of eggs and bacon to share, exactly the way you like it, with a mug of hot coffee

Then it’s off to the living room couch for some more cuddling while sharing your meal

The TV volume is set to low as you idly flip through the channels or check out what’s streaming

But neither of you are listening to it

Instead, the two of you talk about your plans for the new year: things you want to do, places you want to see, etc.

You guys could literally spend hours on that couch just doing nothing

Also thanks to the many throw pillows you bought because Jake secretly loves them

At some point, he’ll starts to get antsy so the two of you drive around town

Driving through for coffee

Checking out the new restaurant you plan to eat at soon

Passing the scenic route on the way home

Picking up some pizza for dinner on the way

“Easiest dinner cleanup ever,” you said as you suggested it

“You read my mind”

And it’s back to the couch and TV for dinner, though this time the two of you actually pay attention to the screen

Even though you guys spent the whole day barely doing anything, Jake is alert the moment you yawn

He’s turning off the TV and putting away the leftover pizza while you get ready for bed

“Don’t worry about the mess here, babe, I got this. You go ahead so you can rest”

You stay up long enough to wait for him to get in bed with you

Once he kisses you good night, the two of you fall right asleep, recharged for life to go back to normal

In his dreams, he’s replaying the day he just had, doing everything and nothing with you

Because as much as he loves to celebrate big, it’s the small moments with you that mean everything to him

Disclaimer I do not own Top Gun: Maverick or any of its characters. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.

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daisymae-12 · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

thanks y'all for the tags the last few weeks for wip wednesday, seven/six sentence sunday, last line, inspiration weekend !!!! ❤️ I've been a lil bit inactive here (and also on the rec blog whoops 😅) because life! responsibilities! lame irl things! but the tags make it so easy for me to catch up and reblog things 😊 ty ty ty

also!! I finished the first very rough draft of my vampire henry fic 🥰 fingers crossed I can finish & post it before I go on holiday next week ahh 🤞🏻 So instead of a vampire fic snippet, here's a lil bit from a 5+1 that started as a drabble but grew into a full fic and I'm determined to finish it after vampire fic is done 😌

“Liammmm,” Alex whines from the floor. Liam grunts noncommittally, eyes laser-focused on his computer screen as he types furiously. Alex takes it as a sign to continue. “I’ve been dropping hints for weeks. I tried being subtle to get a feel if he’s even interested but he’s given me nothing!” Liam offers him another grunt. “I even outright kissed him on the cheek on Valentine’s Day and he didn’t even blink!” This time Liam mhm’s in response. “I just–” Alex sighs. “I don’t know what else I can do to show Henry I want more than friendship.” Liam stops typing abruptly, turns around in his seat and shoots Alex a deeply unimpressed look. “Firstly, it’d probably help if you stopped making a big deal out of him being your best friend.” “What! I don’t!” he protests, sitting up so fast that his head spins. “Alex,” Liam deadpans. “You talked incessantly for weeks about your upcoming best-friendaversary. I mean who the fuck even celebrates a best-friendaversary?” Alex’s mouth drops open in indignation. “What’s wrong with celebrating our best-friendaversary?!”

For once I'm beating y'all to the tags because I live in the future and it's already Wednesday arvo here !! excited to read all your snippets over my lunch tomorrow 🌞 @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites @cha-melodius @leaves-of-laurelin @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @cultofsappho @affectionatelyrs @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @welcometololaland @tintagel-or-cockleshells @14carrotghoul @zwiazdziarka @alasse9 @littlemisskittentoes @adreamareads @indomitable-love + open tag for anyone who wants to do it (srsly tag me because I barely have time to scroll tumblr anymore, I consume posts via tags these days 😬)

#this isn't vampire fic but I'M ALMOST DONE VAMPIRE FIC #also alex is an idiot in this but what's new #wip wednesday

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rhoorl · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday Update

Got a few questions, so I have an update on my WIPs

Hi! Sorry for the lack of updates recently. I did a pretty good job of posting rather consistently for most of January before things got a bit hectic. I won't bore you with the details, but I didn't have a ton of time or energy to write.

I write these stories as I go, so an off week or two really throws off my schedule. Kudos to those who can write an entire series or part of it before starting to publish. Maybe I'll try that approach one day. I do apologize for not being more regular with my updates but a BIG thank you to everyone who has stuck with me, you've kept me going when I wanted to just stop.

I sat with my Working Title outline and I think I have two chapters left. I'm currently working on Chapter 20 but want to get a good start on 21 so I can post them pretty close together. I've seen so many friends finish their series and I can't believe I'm close to finishing one of mine (I've been writing it since July). Dieter and Belle mean so much to me and I think I've found a good end to their story (for now) before I get burnt out by it. I'm also planning a behind the scenes type post to talk through some of the references and reflect on the process (and share some ideas left on the cutting room floor).

I have the final part of Turbulence written and will post that on Friday. It's a bit longer, coming in around 7k words 😬 but I can't find a good place to break it up (plus I said this was the last part 😆).

Delta Landscaping - I got a pretty good start on the next episode but may delay it a bit so I can finish up Working Title. It will be nice to only have one fic to work on (even though DL is like six fics in one). There's a storyline that's been a long time coming and I'm excited about it.

Anyway, if you've made it this far thank you. And a big hug, high five, wave, forehead kiss - whatever you want - to everyone who has liked, commented, or reblogged any of these stories. It means the world.

#wip wednesday #working title #turbulence #delta landscaping

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the-doomed-witch · 2 years

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She was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain

✦ wanda maximoff x fem!reader | college AU ✦

Summary : Wherever you go, the anxiety follows. The only way you feel safe is when you’re alone with Wanda, but she loves partying a little too much. (Read warnings)

Word Count : 3.4k

Author’s Note : hi! my first fic on here. i’m kinda nervous 😬 any opinions / reblogs / etc are welcome 🖤 my gif btw!

Warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI. anxiety attacks, smut, dom!wanda, fingering, face riding, slight teasing, homophobia, angst + fluff if you squint. Also Wanda comforting reader <3.

YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO REPOST OR COPY MY WORK

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You held your hand up, placing it in front of Wanda’s. Her hands were a tad bit bigger than yours, but mostly they were warm. “Detka, your hands are so cold, I’m a little concerned.” she said, as she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“Um yeah Wands, it’s probably because of Professor Fury’s class, I’m kinda scared of his constantly unpredictable and upgraded techniques.” You try your best to chuckle it off but the brunette wouldn’t let go of your hand. Instead, she took both of them in hers and kept them in her lap. “Tell me what’s wrong.” she asks, with a firm stare towards you.

You don’t know what reply could count as adequate, so you just lie. “It’s nothing, in all likelihood it could be the air conditioner, I don’t know Wanda.” She knows you’re lying. You know that too. Thus, she takes a deep breath and places her hands on your cheeks. It feels so safe all alone with her, you close your eyes and wait for her to lean in.

She comes forward, bringing your lips together. Her left hand goes from your cheek to your jaw, the right one on your nape. She pulls you even closer, and moves her hand from your jaw to your waist, allowing you space to place your hands on her comfortably. So you do. She kisses you as passionately as always, like she couldn’t dare to live without you. And you would let her in, so enthusiastically, it seemed magical for a moment right there. You were living in magic as of then.

Both of you break the proximity of your lips to catch up. It’s so enchanting, and so gleeful, you start laughing with tears in your eyes. Wanda is flabbergasted for a second, but she knows her way of loving you too well to judge it, so she joins you. You tumble down on the bed with the pain in your stomach due to laughing, and pull down your girlfriend with you.

“We need to get ready for your favourite class Y/N.” she warns you jokingly. Of course the first class was Professor Fury’s. College was a few blocks away, and you barely had 20 minutes to prepare yourself mentally.

— ✦ —

As soon as both of you set foot on the campus, you knew what was next. Steve Rogers and his infamous homophobia. “Look at those girlies go! Will they kiss each other? Sounds terrifying to me!” he derided loudly from where he was standing along with the other jocks. It isn’t easy for you to not pay attention to his shit behaviour, but Wanda knows how to shut him up. So she grabs your hand, walks towards Steve, and says, “Hey Rogers, you might wanna see this!” Without further ado, she grabs your chin and kisses you intensely right there. It didn’t make sense; you were enjoying it, while your anxiety was eating up pieces of you.

When both of you let go, Steve commented yet again, “Ew, how do you even do that?”

“No one is stopping you from kissing guys Rogers, if that’s what you mean.” Wanda snapped right back at him, enough for the crowd to listen. The whole campus, including the security guard, started laughing at Steve. His face was burning with shame.

“Where did you get all those guts from Maximoff?” Natasha asked, as soon as you were in the corridor. People had probably found the gossip for the day, and it made you anxious to be the crux of it.

“Just a little bit of how much I love Y/N.” You simply blushed, too stressed out to form a reply. Wanda understood you immediately and tried to excuse the both of you, but Nat called both of you again, for a reminder. “You both are coming to Stark’s party tonight right? Don’t tell me you aren’t, or I’m gonna throw tantrums around.” There it was, what you’ve been avoiding all morning.

“Of course we are coming, Nat. On all voluntary levels, we want to see you get drunk and run off with Maria again!”

“Shut UP!”

Giggling at Nat’s red face, you and Wanda walk away. You just wanted to get this done with.

— ✦ —

The rest of the day at college was the same, and a little weird. People were looking at you, and Steve Rogers didn’t annoy you at all. Smooth as silk, the classes ended by the afternoon.

Wanda dropped you off at the bookstore where you worked, and went back home for a little refreshment. She told you, “I’ll be back in half an hour Y/N, back me up till then.” It was the easiest task ever, you loved annoying your boss anyways.

The day was as simple as ever, there was nothing new to worry about except the Stark party. It physically hurts your stomach to even think of being surrounded by the number of people there. And Wanda would probably talk to all of them. It was frightening.

By the evening, you came up with a hundred different excuses to not go to the party, but none of them were going to convince Wanda. She knew you too well. There seemed to be literally no escape.

— ✦ —

“Malyshk, are you ready? It’s been almost an hour. Do you need my help?”

“I’m coming just-” and all that Wanda heard was a zipper being zipped up, followed by a shriek. She came running inside the room and started chuckling. Between bursts of laughter, she managed to say, “Caught your side boob in the zipper again, didn’t you? Let me help you out.”

You raise your left arm up so she can pull the zip down. When she did, you had a little bruise on your side. Without thinking twice, Wanda kisses it softly. Being under the pain of the bruise all the while, you didn’t notice how gorgeous Wanda actually looked in her wine coloured dress, her brunette hair all curled setting down on her shoulders. Her dress barely reached her knees, so you could see the tattoo on her outer thigh.

With a wide smirk, Wanda gives you a little bite and if you hadn’t controlled yourself, you would’ve moaned out loud enough to let your neighbours listen. She laid you down on the bed and put her hand inside your dress to massage the breast. She did it like an expert, you felt too aroused considering it hadn’t even been a minute.

“Darling, please…” was all that you could say with tightly closed eyes.

She zipped your dress back up again, and grabbed you by the waist. She looks at you and asks you innocently, “Yes detka?”

It wasn’t fair of her to tease you this way. So you continued with her game, even though you needed her so badly. “We are going to be late for the party. Again.”

— ✦ —

It isn’t your first Stark party, but even looking around seems like a scary thought to you. You’ve been here thrice in the past two weeks. But there are so many people around, it is probably half of the town. Wanda holds your chilled hand and walks inside beside you, with an air of confidence while you barely manage to crack a smile.

“Y/N! Wanda! You’re here, finally! Look at you, so gorgeous.” Natasha escapes from a larger chunk of a crowd when she notices you. With her comes Maria Hill. You could call them girlfriends, but they keep on saying it’s nothing official. The entire college knows otherwise.

You let Wanda do all the talking, signaling her to reply by tightening your grip on her hand. “Hey Nat. Hello Maria. And please, y’all look stunning. How long have you guys been here for?”

“We came here immediately after leaving college.”

“What?! So you’re telling me you’ve been partying for almost half the day already?”

“Uh, pretty much yeah. There was a before-party party.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” You let out a little laugh, looking at Wanda’s shocked and confused expression.

Nat takes notice of you and says, “Look at this beauty! You’ve been all quiet Y/N. Is everything alright?” Your hand which was held by Wanda started trembling. You felt so not ready to be at yet another party with people you don’t know, or even talk to anyone. “Yea-yeah Nat, everything is alright.”

Maria suddenly recalls something she had been meaning to tell, and pats Wanda’s shoulder lightly. “Wanda! Do you know that Rogers isn’t showing up here tonight? Tony told me that Rogers had errands to run. Me and Nat just couldn’t stop laughing. You just silenced his homophobic ass.”

When you’re done talking with a few more people, Wanda takes you to a corner of the room and asks, “Lyubov, you’re getting extremely anxious again. Do you need something?” You don’t know what to say, your hands are shivering and you’re holding on to Wanda for dear life. “Wands, it’s okay. I just want to get this done with. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure Y/N?”

“Yes, love.”

She gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips and places a reassuring hand on your back. You give her a smile, and she walks around the room fulfilling formalities. You find yourself a comfortable spot on the couch to stress about.

On your phone, you seem to find nothing interesting. All social media is filled with pictures of the party you’re at. No fanfictions to read. You cannot listen to music because the one that’s being played is too loud. So you decide to have a look around in the Settings because it was the only possible option to make you seem busy.

— ✦ —

Almost two hours passed, and you had already figured out that Wanda might be dancing around somewhere on the dance floor. She was quite the party person, there was no denying in that. And you definitely didn’t enjoy parties. Against your will, you decide to get up and search for Wanda.

On the few metres’ long walk to the dance floor, about thirteen different people asked you to join them for a drink, or a dance. Some of them were too crazy to even ask, they just tugged at your arm. However, you managed to reach your girlfriend.

“Y/N! You’re here! Come on in, we love this song don’t we?” She calls you. You don’t even recognise the song, there are too many people. The lights are so dim, colours fluctuating so bright, music too loud. You could easily fall down crying in this moment, so you walk away to look for Tony.

After deep breathing for several minutes, you find the host. He’s passing sarcastic comments around with Peter Parker, it was kind of foreseen anyways. “Hey Tony,” you greet him, “You’ve hosted a wonderful party once more.”

“Why, thank you Y/N. Did you have something?”

“No I haven’t yet, I just need a quiet place to relax myself, I’ve been kinda tired from all the… partying.” you lied.

“Alright I’m gonna lead you to a quieter space.”

In the room, you filled yourself a glass of water and sat down. You needed Wanda but she was too busy having fun. You didn’t want to spoil her mood, especially when college research tires her out every day. You can’t go home leaving Wanda right here.

It feels like being a red brick in a group of pebbles. So easily falling apart, but so hard to break through.

— ✦ —

[ Wanda’s POV ]

I don’t seem to remember anything. A couple of minutes ago, Y/N was standing in front of me, now I cannot find her. Did she go back to our apartment, because I left her alone? No, I don’t remember anything! The car keys are with me, how did she even go? Oh my God, I hope she didn’t walk all the way back. I only wish she could get mad at me for once, why does she like punishing herself this way?

Maybe she informed Natasha before leaving, I could ask her.

“Hey Nat, have you seen Y/N?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, I last saw her with Stark about an hour ago. She is missing?”

“Uh no no, she told me she would be back in a while so yeah. Nothing serious.” I made it up so the party didn’t get bummed out. Y/N wouldn’t like all the attention diverted towards her for the second time today.

Alright so, Stark. He might be with Pepper, because I saw Peter leave for the night. I just hope he’s not with Jarvis. Anyone but Jarvis.

Luckily enough, Tony was with Pepper. So I approached them and asked, “Hey Tony, any chance you might have seen Y/N?” To my surprise, he told me how she had approached him for an undisturbed place. He guided me to the room where Y/N would be, and I thanked him.

Turning the door handle gently, I went inside. The room was kind of, like, super huge. On taking a glance around, I saw Y/N sitting on the bed, a blanket wrapped around her. Her mascara was ruined. Oh my God.

— ✦ —

[ Narrator's POV ]

Wanda was too astounded by the look on your face to say anything.

The moment was too sensitive, too broken for either of you to say something. She felt like a burden on you, you felt like a burden on her.

She tried to say something, “Y/N… you- I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, Wands, it’s alright. Come here. I missed you.” You open the blanket for her to join you. She takes off her boots and climbs on the bed, wrapping you up in her embrace.

“Talk to me, detka.”

“There’s nothing to talk about honey. I guess I'm just not the type of person you could have fun with.”

“Shush! You’re the person I would spend forever with. What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry Wanda, I know you love parties. I know you love being around people and loud music and party lights and drinks. I know you love dancing around and I know you love doing all of that all throughout the night. I am so sorry I am ruining your party, I know you get stressed out because of college and need to feel a little fresh. I’m sorry I cannot be like that. You can feel free to leave me all you want.”

“Hey, not a single word about me leaving you. Or you leaving me. You don’t have to be sorry for being who you are, malyshk. Yes, I love parties but not at the cost of you. I’d rather not have a party for years than make you cry all alone every time I go to one.”

“Oh my goodness, no! I feel like I’m being so toxic about this. I don’t want you to cut off everyone else for me, or stop having fun because of me. Gosh, I can’t-”

She softly places a finger on your mouth, motioning for you to pause your overthinking. “You are not being toxic, it’s okay to feel this way. Anyone in your shoes would feel uncomfortable and insecure, I understand you completely. Don’t apologise, dear. I love you so much Y/N/N.”

You smile wide at her, and reply, “I love you too Wands. So so much.” Thanks to an occasional idea that you got, you shift your position to sit in front of her, straddling her lap. Holding her face between both your hands, you bring your lips together. The kiss wasn’t heated, but it wasn’t soft either. Just the perfect bit of each. You push her against the headboard and intensify yourself by seeking access. She permits you, and your tongues meet. She tastes a bit like alcohol, but mostly her own sweetness, and you’re so here for it. Her hand goes for your lower back, and the other in your hair.

When a small distance is created between the two of you, she pushes you down on the bed so she could be on your top. Once both of you had caught up on your breaths, she kissed you again and again all over your face, making you shut your eyes and grin. With each kiss that she planted, she muttered a little “I love you” and it fluttered the butterflies in your stomach. It was kind of difficult, but you began grinding against Wanda, but she stopped her kisses and held you in place. “Baby, let’s not mess up Stark’s bed. I’m gonna take you home, can you be a little patient for me?” Reluctantly, you nod. She was right.

Both of you get up, and rearrange your clothes. She helps you adjust your makeup, and does her own too. Ten minutes later, you’re both in the car, the only thought of Wanda touching you at home keeping you from going crazy.

— ✦ —

As soon as you enter the house, Wanda holds your waist and whispers in your ear, “My pretty baby,” then kisses your cheek, “Such a pretty baby. I love you.” You are practically breathless. You know she’s teasing you by showering love in all the different ways except the one you desperately need right now.

“This lavender dress, it’s too beautiful. What a shame the zip hurt my baby. Should I tear it?”

“No…” you whisper.

“Well then, if you say no, then it’s a no. We only have one way left, and it’s the zip.”

You know she’s being annoying on purpose. And it’s getting on your nerves. She takes her time to lower the zip, so carefully that the exact moment you step inside the bedroom, the zip reaches the bottommost point. She takes off your dress and puts it aside. “Relax yourself, lyubov.” You sit on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She got rid of her own dress and walked towards you. Placing a finger on your chin, she lifts your head up and asks you, “Pretty baby, what do you want?”

You had enough. So you decided to play her game yet again. “I want what you want to give me.”

“And what do I want to give you?”

“Three fingers.” Her eyes widen at your sudden bold response. Your own did too. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

You rest your head on the pillow and pull her by the neck, “Fuck me, Wanda.”

“I’d be a fool not to.” was all that she said before taking off the rest of your clothes. Gently, she pushes two fingers inside your heat. “You’re drenching, and all for me detka.” Pushing a third digit in, she repeats, “All for me.”

It felt too much. You hadn’t thought it through but you were thankful you didn’t, because she started hitting all the spots that elicited raw screams out of you. She knew how to make you feel good like the back of her hand. Echoes of Wanda’s name filled the apartment, you could barely control your volume. And Wanda was enjoying all of it.

Her free hand reaches your chest, softly encouraging your moans. “Y/N, you look so fucking beautiful.” You were getting all worked up, so she started focusing on stimulating your clit.

Not so long after, you try warning her between pants and moans, “Wanda, I-”

“Yes, my pretty baby, make a mess for me, look at me when you do.”

You manage to stare at her when you come. She rides you through it, and looks into your eyes fondly. Once you calm down from your high, she takes out her fingers and cleans them up with her tongue. The sight itself is magnificent, but she adds a whole different effect by humming. It makes you want to fuck her all night long. You smile at her, as Wanda moves away strands of hair from your face.

“I love it when you call me that” you tell her.

“Call you what? Pretty baby?”

“No. Your pretty baby.”

She blushes, and kisses you hard. “Yes, you’re my pretty baby. You’ve been such a good pretty baby.”

“Does that mean I deserve a treat?” You say, and stick your tongue out. Wanda’s face goes insanely red, she’s too flushed to even say something. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“If you want me to shut up, you need to sit on my face.”

“Okay but don’t talk to me like that.”

“I will, because I’m gonna get a treat.”

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Waves

Title and chapter loosely inspired by the song “Waves” by Dean Lewis.

Summary: Just when things are going well, everything changes.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2k

A/N: A shorter chapter for good reason. Oh and…I’m sorry about this one (but not really because I’ve been sitting on this since I started writing this story) 😬 Thanks to my editor and beta reader @reginleight 💖

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Today was a good day,” Aurora smiled, as she sunk into the couch.

“For once, I actually had fun. Even if it was with Hangman.” Bradley chuckled next to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders to bring her into a cuddle.

The two were sitting on the couch outside on the backyard porch after eating a late dinner with Peyton and Lucille. Peyton had gone to sleep while Lucille had gone to shower, leaving them to catch up with each other.

“Speaking of Hangman, I saw you two talking,” Bradley brought up.

“He wanted to apologize for, you know, the whole situation that had gone down.”

“Yeah, he apologized to me too before the game.”

“I’m glad he did,” she replies.

“So Mav and Mama Pen. Again.” Bradley brings up.

“I can’t believe dad tried to sneak out through the window like a teenager. It was honestly so funny to see. Peyton’s going to lose his mind tomorrow when he’s sober and realizes what happened.”

“Speaking of, I believe I am owed $20,” Bradley smirks.

Aurora groans. “I’ll give it to you later. If only they could have gotten together a few more weeks later.”

“I’m surprised they even got together again as fast as they did.”

“It’s always like that whenever they see each other again,” Aurora shrugs. “I just hope this time, it works out. They’re soulmates, just waiting for the right timing.”

Bradley hums at that. He always believed that’s what he and Aurora were as well, soulmates that couldn’t be together until the timing was right.

They hit a lull in their conversation before Aurora spoke up again.

“I’m worried, Bradley.”

Bradley turned to her in concern. “About what?”

“This mission. It sounds dangerous, and I’m worried about you.”

“You think I can’t do it?”

“It’s not that, I know you can do it,” she reassures him. “Your profile shows that you have the capabilities for this mission.”

“You looked at my profile?”

“Not important,” she cuts him off. He chuckles before letting her continue.

“I’m worried that your emotions will cloud your judgment. I’m scared you won’t come back home. I just can’t, I can’t lose you B, I can’t I–”

“Woah, woah, deep breath princess, c’mon breathe,” Bradley tries to calm her down before she gets too worked up. He put his hands on both sides of her face, getting her to look into his eyes.

“I’m right here Aurie, I’m not leaving you. I promised you I’m not going anywhere.”

Aurora’s memory flooded with a flashback from when Bradley had made that promise to her after their fight that one time.

“I was so afraid I was gonna lose you B,” she whispers softly. They were sitting on the front porch of the Bradshaw's Virginia home, snow was falling and it was Christmas Eve. She had almost lost him in a car accident.

“Oh, darling.” Bradley brings her into a hug and she hugs him back tightly, arms wounding around his neck.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, princess.”

“You remembered?” Aurora whispers. He lightly chuckles, before answering.

“Of course. I remember everything with you, princess.”

He removes his hands from her face before tugging down the collar of his shirt and bringing up the chain with his dog tags and his pendant.

“Remember what you got engraved here?”

She smiles, before reaching out to touch and admire it.

“Always Flying Home.”

“And I am keeping my promise. I will always fly home to you. You are my home, Ro. Nothing will ever change that.”

Aurora looked into his eyes and saw the same love and adoration she always saw whenever he looked at her. She loved that look, the look that was made for her and only her.

He cups her cheek before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. She relished the feeling of his lips and blushed.

They smiled at each other before Bradley withdrew his arm and went back to cuddling her. She buries into his side and sighs.

“Just promise me something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“After this mission is over, I want you and dad to talk. I know he pulled your papers and you’re still angry about it, but you can’t hold that hatred in for the rest of your life, B.”

Bradley sighs before giving in.

“Fine. I promise to talk to Mav when all this is said and done.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

Aurora smiles happily. Everything was well.

Her mom and dad were giving it another chance and she had a good relationship with her little sister. She had her best friend and brother living with her, living closely with her aunts and uncles a few minutes away from them, and her best girl friend just a couple of hours away from her. She had new friends that she truly felt she could be herself around.

She wanted to freeze everyone in that moment forever.

But unfortunately, life never gave her that moment.

—

The beach day seemed to be what everyone needed but as soon as they were back in the classroom going over the maneuvers needed for the mission, everyone was tense. This mission was far more dangerous than they had thought.

Especially after Maverick told them the next phase in the mission, about pulling 9 G's minimum, which worried all the pilots.

Currently, Bradley was listening on the radio in the ready room as Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were going through the course. It wasn’t until Maverick was following them did it all go downhill from there.

“Blue team, that’s a fail.”

“Level out, Coyote.” No response came from him.

“Coyote, do you copy? Coyote, come in,” Maverick calls out to Coyote.

Everyone in the room soon quiets because he wasn’t replying.

“Oh God, he’s in G-Loc,” Maverick says. In the room, Jake stands up and starts pacing around, anxiously listening to what was going on and hoping that his best friend would recover from G-Loc soon.

“I’m going after him,” Maverick maneuvers his F-18 to follow Coyote’s.

“C’mon give me tone, give me tone, give me tone,” he mutters, praying that Coyote snaps out of it soon.

“Coyote, c’mon, wake up,” Bradley hears Jake whisper.

“Damnit, Coyote! Pull up, pull up!” Maverick yells out.

A few seconds pass by before hearing Maverick speak out again.

“Coyote, you okay? You okay?” Maverick worriedly asks him.

“I’m okay. I’m good,” Coyote answers, after trying to catch his breath.

Jake releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, while the rest of the room starts to breathe easily after that close call.

“Good, good. That’s enough for today,” Maverick announces. He was so worried he was going to lose Coyote for a second there.

“That was close,” Phoenix proclaims, flying behind Maverick.

“Too close,” Maverick sighs.

Then a few seconds later, birds flew into Phoenix's F-18, and all hell broke loose, just as they thought they were in the clear.

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” Maverick called out, but it was too late. Phoenix’s left engine was on fire, and the plane was starting to go down.

Phoenix was desperately trying to save it, while Bob was calling out the system mechanics, saying that the right engine was out.

Bradley worriedly listens to the radio, hoping Phoenix and Bob ejects on time.

“You can’t save it! Eject, eject!” Maverick yells to them. Phoenix and Bob both yell that they were ejecting.

Soon a boom was heard, and the room that Bradley stood in suddenly went silent.

—

Bradley sits in the ready room, staring at his dad’s old class Top Gun photo. How he almost came close to losing Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote in one day. How he almost lost his dad.

He was angry, and overcome with so much emotion. He knew he promised Aurora to stay calm, but he couldn’t. He was upset.

Maverick walks in and notices Bradley sitting, staring at the photo.

“They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight, for observation. They’re gonna be okay,” Maverick says to Bradley.

Bradley takes a breath before responding. “That’s good.” A few seconds pass before Bradley speaks up again.

“I’ve never lost a wingman.”

“You’re lucky. Fly long enough, it will happen. There will be others.”

Maverick soon turns to walk away. But before he can leave, Bradley speaks up.

“Easy for you to say. You fly like you have no family. No wife. You didn’t even get to see your kids grow because you were busy flying for the Navy. Dad left so he can spend time with mom and I. At least he had someone to mourn him if he had burned in. What would the twins even say if you burned in? Would they even mourn for their absent father?”

Bradley’s words hit him hard. He knew the twins always hated when he left because to him, the Navy was all he had.

When Peyton and Aurora were born, he thought he could do both, be a naval aviator, and a dad. He didn’t want to give up either.

But it turns out, he gave more priority to the Navy, something he had regretted after the twins had already grown up and started their own career paths.

Maverick knew Bradley’s emotions were getting to him, and that the words he said were hurtful.

“Go home. Just get some sleep,” Maverick ignores his words. He tries to walk out once again.

“Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” Bradley stands up from his chair before turning to Maverick angrily. “Why did you stand in my way?!”

“You weren’t ready,” Maverick admits.

“Ready for what, huh?” Bradley huffs, walking towards Maverick. Maverick turns to face him. “Ready to fly like you?”

“No, ready to forget the book,” Maverick exclaims. “Trust your instincts, don’t think, just do! You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.”

“My dad believes in you. Aurora believes in you. I’m not going to make that mistake,” Bradley tells him.

Bradley felt betrayed by Maverick pulling his papers, believing he wasn’t ready to be a naval aviator. He wasn’t about to be fooled by him again.

All he wanted was to make his father, his mother, his godfather, and Aurora and Peyton proud.

Bradley and Maverick were still huffing, chest to chest, until Warlock walked in.

“Maverick,” Warlock calls out.

They turned and saw the dejected look on his face.

“Is it Ice?” Maverick whispers, to which Warlock shook his head.

Warlock was about to speak up before Peyton showed up behind him, tears in his eyes.

Peyton walks closer to the two before uttering the next few words that broke both men in that moment.

“It’s Aurora.”

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love you unconditionally

(ways to win their heart)

contains: bf!hyungline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! crying and honking at elders in Jay’s one (sorry i had to put it here, i have a very soft spot for old people 😔), mentions of food in all of them | wc: 2,4k

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Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ Cooking for him *ೃ༄

Having such fast-paced work life as Heeseung had is not for the weak. And he certainly was not a weak person, but like everybody he had boundaries. At times when they had been crossed he needed to be taken care of with an extra dose of love and tenderness.

Hearing a loud sigh you looked at your boyfriend, who plopped on the couch next to you. His hair was still wet, body still hot from the warmth of shower water. He placed his head on your thigh and you put away your book to look at him.

“Tired?” you simply asked to which he languidly nodded with his eyes closed. Heeseung warned you that this week is going to be a nightmare and he was right. Every day he came back home sapless from hard work. This made you worry and think about what you could do to help him feel better and stay in shape.

“Hungry?” you asked once again, and he answered the same way as before, with a pout visible on his lips.

You rubbed his shoulders and patted them gently signaling him to raise his head. He reluctantly did and threw a frown at you. You smiled and made an offer that he would never say no to. “Let me make you some ramen. Just the way you like.”

Your words made his stomach grumble. He watched you go to the kitchen, and make his absolute favorite dish. After all those years of knowing him, you developed the perfect recipe made of spices combinations and ingredients proportions. Every time you made it Heeseung could swear he would marry you right away.

After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

➶ Showing interest in his hobbies *ೃ༄

Heeseung being a man of many talents, naturally is interested in many things in various fields. Basketball, football, games, piano, dancing, and many more were one of the things he adored. And the fact that you showed such interest in those things made him feel important to you as if by knowing more about his hobbies you knew more about him. Even if his interests were completely not your cup of tea you left no stone unturned to know as much as you managed to about them. Whether it was basketball or football where you could learn rules to watch matches with him or ask him to teach you to play some piano piece or choreography

“And then at the last minute, he cheated, as always though” Heeseung spoke about his last match with Niki in their new favorite game.

“Didn’t he do that last time, too? But you still won, right?” you asked eyebrow raising in question. He didn’t even have to answer as his cockily raised eyebrow told you everything.

“Of course I did.” His smile was so big you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can we play it? I want to see why you like it so much” you asked pointing to the controllers. You observed how his eyes grew bigger, sparkles brightening his dark orbs. He knew damn well video games weren’t really your cup of tea, yet you offered to play with him. Heeseung decided to not question you and just nodded reaching to the pair of controllers and handing you one of them.

“I can’t guarantee I won’t cheat too, though.”

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ Being polite to others *ೃ༄

Good manners was something Jay’s parents tought him from his childhood days. He knew what was the responsible thing to doin relevant situations, knew how to treat other’s and how to help them when they asked for it. He never hesitated to reach out his hand to a person in need of help.

Because of that upbringing he somehow expected his partner to be as considerate and amiable as he was. That’s probably the reason why he loved you so much. Your kind actions and warm gestures made his heart beat only for you.

But just like every human being you had your bad days when you couldn’t keep it cool. By contrast to your kindness your short-tempered character made you loose control for a second.

Jay was cooking a dinner for both of you knowing you’ll be home at any minute now. he heard how you unlocked the front door but the sound of the door slamming shut took him by surprise. Sensing something was wrong he took careful steps to the hallway where he saw you sitting on the floor, your back facing him. He went around you and the sight made his expression drop. Your face was tear stained and eyes puffy, meaning you had been crying for a while now. He crouched next to you to take your form closer to his and asked softly: “Do you want to tell me what happened?”, but that only made you cry harder. Not wanting your eyes to hurt the next day he helped you calm down, waiting for some kind of response from you.

“I feel like I’m the worst person,” you whispered, another tears forming in your eyes.

“Why would you say that, sweetheart? You’re the kindest person I know.” The absurd of what you had said made him confused.

“Becaused when I honked at this car that was in front of me, that didn’t drive even though we had green light, it turned out that there was an old man behind a wheel,” you spoke syntax and sense of your statement long gone. “And when I overtook him he apologized by raising his hand. Jay that man could be like 90 years old and I treated him like that. I feel horrible,” you cried again finding comfort in his arms.

Jay couldn’t help but smile at your innocence. He held you for as much time as you needed reminding you about all the things you do and convincing you that you’re certainly not a bad person.

➶ Having heart-to-heart conversations *ೃ༄

Working in Seoul was tiring most of the times, draining from both physical and mental energy. Living fast was not for everybody, even people who do know how to cope with the hardships of this lifestyle needed to pour their hearts out once in a while, sharing their worries and nuisances to feel lighter in some way.

Both you and Jay knew about that, so every month you had a long heart-to-heart conversation that made your hearts at ease. You talked about many things, sometimes feelings and everyday matters too overwhelming to talk about them straight away. Instead you just asked each other questions you didn’t have an oppourtunity to ask.

“What do you wish you could spend more time doing?” you asked, breaking the long but comfortable silence that surrounded you. You shifted and layed on him, head now raising and falling down just as his chest did when he took a breath.

“I wish I could cook a little bit more. I mean like not cooking every day meals, but experimenting with other quisines and types of food,” he spoke after thinking for a while.

“Do you know what cuisine?” you asked quriously.

He looked at you and exclaimed with a smile: “Maybe some dish from [your country name]? That would benefit both of us. I would spend more time in the kitchen and you could eat meals from your childhood.”

“Ooh, not gonna lie, that sounds tempting!” You hugged him tighter with excitement.

“What about you, sweetheart?”

“Probably painting. I still have blank canvas but not the energy to even think about what to capture on it,” you said while an idea crept into your mind.

“You could always paint me,” Jay remarked.

“I thought about exact same thing.”

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ Cuddling with him *ೃ༄

Jake is probably the clingiest person of them, who all would love and long for any form of physical contact with you. He adored holding your hands in his, occasionally rubbing them with this thumb. He loved the scent of your shampoo and body wash so every time you finished your nighttime routine he ran to you to just smell your freshly washed hair. And on top of that, his favorite thing ever was how your body felt against his whenever you hugged or cuddled. This is probably why he enjoyed it whenever it was you who cuddled him, not him cuddling you.

Jake came back home from his stroll to the grocery store for some snacks. Both of you were supposed to watch the new episode of a show you just started when you realized you ran out of snacks, so he quickly went out to buy something to fill your stomachs up.

“Baby I’m back!” he shouted while taking off his shoes.

“Come here quickly!” He heard your response and jogged to the living room. You were laying on the couch in a reclined position. When you noticed his presence in the room, a smile rose on your lips and you opened your arms inviting the boy into your loving embrace. Jake didn’t waste any second jumping onto you making both of you giggle. He placed his head on your chest and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers tangle in his locks. And if not for your pat on his shoulder he would completely forget about the promised episode and just find solace and comfort in your affection.

➶ Spending time with him when you're busy *ೃ༄

Handling uni work with your part-time job was probably the hardest aspect of your life. Jake knew your hardships and if there was something he could help you with he did it with pleasure. Seeing your struggles truly breaks your heart so he does everything in his power to somehow let you know he’ll always be there for you. With that awareness, he cherished with his whole heart any moment you spared him.

Currently, you were laying down on your bed, bodies cuddled up together. You played with his fingers as he was telling you about your day. Listening to him attentively you started feeling your eyelids closing involuntarily. You fought the tiredness with all your will, but the exhaustion from the past week full of work and assignments drained you of any energy.

Jake noticed how you struggled to keep your eyes open so he cupped your face in his free hand and said: “Babe, you must be really tired. Let me help you get changed and make the bed for you to sleep comfortably.”

You looked up at him and your eyes softened. “But I wanna listen to your day more. I missed you so much and we barely even saw each other this week” you spoke.

“It’s okay, my love, I know you do so as soon as we wake up tomorrow I’ll finish my story. How does that sound?” he asked and left a short kiss on your forehead.

Seeing your nod Jake helped you get ready to sleep and made the bed for the two of you to hop into. He engulfed you in his arms and whispered tender “I love you”s and other sweet nothings into your ear. His touch made you melt in bliss, helping you fall asleep. Once he noticed your sleeping form he took a look at your face, treasuring the memory of time spent with you for a long time.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ Writing him notes/love letters *ೃ༄

As a silent lover, who shows his feelings rather through gestures Sunghoon appreciates when you did the same to him. Of course, he loved when you gave him hugs or peppered his face with heart-fluttering kisses, but seeing your love through kind messages on the mirror written with a bar of soap or small sticky notes attached to his lunch box made his whole day better, and nothing could make it worse.

Sunghoon finally went on his long-awaited break from work and closed all the opened programs on his office computer. He took a bag full of food you made for him for lunch and went to the kitchen to eat it comfortably. He took out a small box from the bag to heat the meal when he noticed a pink sticky note with a message written on it. “Have a great day, my love. Don’t overwork yourself and come back home safely ♡“ he read the message silently, not noticing a smile creeping on his face. He put it into his pocket and continued preparing the food.

After he finished eating he took a note into his hand and put it into a drawer of his desk where he stored every single one of them you wrote through the years of your relationship. He kept them knowing that there were days when you simply didn’t have much time to write him a note. Those days he just opened the drawer and drew one note which never failed to make his day.

And it always made him think about you. How is your day? Are you busy? What if you’re overworking yourself? Those questions pierced his mind, so instead of just worrying he texted you, hoping he wouldn’t disturb your work day. But he never did. You always responded as soon as you noticed his messages, which made you feel warm and loved.

➶ Giving him long hugs after a long day

For Sunghoon, a synonym of comfort and delight was simply being in your arms, a place where he felt the safest. He knew you’re the person with whom he can be who he truly is and didn’t need to put the brakes on himself. After stresfull days in work he dreamed of nothing else but to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck while you brush his hair with your fingers.

And that’s exactly what happened. As soon as he came back he searched for you to finally feel at home. You gladly welcomed him wrapping your arms around him, softly scratching his back earning full of satifaction low hums from him in return.

“Let me massage your shoulders,” you offered suddenly when you felt how rock hard were his tensed muscles.

“No, I want to stay here,” he said as he made himself more comfortable, making both of you lay down on your shared bed.

You patted his head brushing his hair from off his face. “Anything for you, love.” You continued touching him gently when you heard soft snores coming from him. You shook him a bit to wake him up. You knew how he hated sleeping without showering first, in clothes he wore whole day.

Sunghoon opened his eyes lazily and nodded before rubbing them with his hands. He lifted from you and went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower, while you made your med ready to lay down on it. When he came back you embraced him once again. He laid his head drowsily on your shoulder and sighed. You climbed on your toes to give him short peck on his lips and led him to lay down after day full of work.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

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Kraaph/Sraaph Doodles +Rant

ok, first of all, remember the au I made with the two new alters? These Tendrils Run Deep? Do you remember that??

I sure do! And I’ve been neglecting them, the poor things!😢🥺

Soooo, I have some doodles to compensate! Just of Sraaph tho (the name is a combination of Savage, Krang, and Raph)

The next doodle has it’s left eye blank, similar to Savage’s—I just wanted to see how it looked

Ok, so from here I’m just going to ramble—

Basically Sraaph is a combination of Savage and the possessed Raph from the movie.

That means that it has a lot of issues relating to being left alone—it needs to be lead and for at least one family member to be close at all times—so abandonment issues like regular Raph and Savage.

other than that, Sraaph is quiet, and obedient while in a space it seems as ‘safe’ like the Lair.

outside though, it acts more like how it did in the movie: very violent, prone to bursts of anger, extremely protective of bale, yet also still obedient to it’s bale as well—if one of its brothers were to tell it to stop, it would stop.

honestly, I have ideas for a fanfic with Sraaph and the aftermath of the movie, but the concepts and ideas my mind are coming up with are way too dark and heavy, so I’ll need to tone it down. Not only that, but I would need to do character analysis’ on EVERYONE, which is going to be a hassle.

That is not including the fact I have work to do and that life exists, so it is not likely you’ll see a fic from me anytime soon. My biggest worry would be concerning the characters—I would constantly be wondering if I wrote them correctly, and that would just drive me insane if I didn’t have a beta reader.

I would also need to be confidant in my writing enough to release something; I do love writing, but 1) I only write original stories with my own characters and 2) I’ve never written a fanfic before 😅 Being me, I would also constantly compare my writing to those with great stories—like @debb987 and The Eldest Brother, among others. I know realistically that every skill requires practice and patience, but I am a very lazy and impatient person. Ok, so to summarize: I have an idea I want to write, but don’t have the time nor the patience to write it—at least, it wouldn’t come out anytime soon.

I am also more concerned with at least finishing/giving a satisfying end to Pools of Acceptance, as well as making art. I have many ideas for future projects and gifts to other creators on Tumblr, so look out for that! Too many ideas and too much work(which is honestly my fault because procrastination has me in a chokehold at all times)

on a lighter note, I just want to say thank you to all that like, comment, and reblog my posts! I hoped I would get support eventually, but I never thought it would come so fast, nor that there would be so many of you who liked my art! I’m just greatly appreciative that you all gave me a chance and decided to stay!! I now have more followers than I do posts and i will do something big to commemorate 100 followers! Just know that all of your support gives me the motivation to continue what I’m doing—each and every one of you helps motivate me!

And a final note—I said back in chapter 3 that you would know who hurt baby Raph soon…

uhhhh, honestly the plot is dragging me I have no control over it; basically it might be a while until you guys get confirmation of what hurt baby Raph, so whoops!😬 😅 I’m just having fun with this whole thing! Might take a few chapters till you meet the attacker (doesn’t that sound harsh?) but it might be in the next hmmm…10 chapters?? Like I said, i have no control over the plot and no plan.

Anyway, this post is long enough, so have a great evening/night/day!! See y’a peeps on the weekend!

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wrestlersownmyheart · 1 year

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It's That Time Again! 😬 SO Sorry to Bug Y'all With This Again!

So I need to update my tag list. If it's not any trouble, could you guys like or reblog, or comment or even message me or send me an ask saying you want on my tag list (IF you want to remain on the tag list that is)? It's been so long since I've written that I feel the need to update my list. Very much. Thank you in advance!

Remember, if I don't hear from you in any way, I'll assume that you no longer wish to be on the list.

This isn't a promise that I'll write any time real soon, but I wanted to update the list in case I get the itch to write again. I plan to write regardless, but I just can't say I'll have anything ready to post in like the next few days. It could possibly be a while. Plus, I'm going to go over and edit some of my previous works because I'm not happy with how they were turning out or where they were going. I don't plan on writing smut or curse words (Though there may be IMPLIED smut--meaning the love/sex scene would "fade to black" (so to speak) before anything graphic would occur.

Hope this all makes sense! I'm in a hurry at the moment lol. Thanks again!

~Steph

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@ ur tags on that excellent gifset: i got into this show for joe keery and i have every gator-related tag blacklisted because the tiktok thirst girlies are so tiring fhdvdgs. anyway if you have thoughts/theories on munch i cant stop thinking about him and wondering what the hell his deal is

hey! yeah, i really like joe and think he's doing a great job in the show, but i've also found the tags a bit overwhelming due to the influx of his fans, especially as a more longtime fargo enjoyer. i tentatively tagged gator at first on those sets and was met with just. way too many people only reblogging for him and ignoring munch, so i untagged to try and avoid some of that and added that comment as a disclaimer so ppl wouldn't think i was intentionally ignoring him/trying to be a hater lol

as for my thoughts on munch...

if you’re new to fargo, there’s always one weird supernatural element to every season (a character implied to be the devil himself in s1, ufos in s2, purgatory in s3, a family curse involving ghosts in s4), and munch is definitely that element this season. i feel like the show itself leaves it up to interpretation whether or not the audience chooses to believe munch is actually the same person/a reincarnation of the 16th century sin eater, but sam spruell takes it pretty literally and a lot of my thoughts about munch are mostly just based around what he’s said about the character. regardless of what you prefer to believe about his identity, munch is meant to represent the underclass and how they are forced to suffer because of/bear the weight of the sins of people in power, like roy

he’s presumably lived his entire life trapped in a cycle of poverty and crime, and a desire for some kind of reprieve from all of his suffering is what's led him to the old woman, irma, who sam’s described as someone who’s also experienced significant hardship and abuse throughout her life (really great insight from sam and noah hawley about that and munch in general in this article!). he said munch started staying there with the hope that the two could look after each other, but based on the next episode trailer and other big spoilers that have been shared online, that dream’s about to come crashing down big time. 😬 hopefully irma makes it out okay, but at least one minor (as of yet unintroduced) character’s dying at her house next ep and i think it’ll likely end with munch capturing gator and being the one who’s leading him around on that rope, as seen in the trailers. dot’s also heading to the tillman’s, so it’s possible their storylines will finally converge again soon

a mutual and i were just chatting about this the other day, but i would definitely love if he ends up teaming up with dot and potentially goes out with some sort of sense of peace or absolution by helping take down the tillmans. he seems really reverent whenever he refers to her as a tiger and, given the season’s theme of debt and munch’s code about honoring debt, i wouldn’t be surprised if he considers himself somewhat indebted to her for choosing to spare his life when she could have killed him at the gas station, especially with how much they lingered on her standing over him in that scene

alternatively, assuming he gets no peace/absolution, i’d also like if they at least kept the mystery around his character alive with a more ambiguous death? the show itself treats him as some sort of strange specter, implying he’s immortal with the flashback and having witt joke that the gas station cameras couldn’t have captured munch even if they had been working because he’s like a ghost. so, maybe something like him appearing to die, but upon returning to the scene later his body is missing without explanation, similar to the gas station scene, continuing to leave his true nature and his ending up to the audience’s interpretation (obvs would also love it if he vanished without being mortally wounded at all too)

that’s what I would LIKE, anyway, but you never know with fargo! my favorite character last season got sucked up into a tornado lol. there are no shots of munch in the trailers beyond the next ep, and it’s always possible he could die sooner than expected or in a much more villainous or anticlimactic way than i’m imagining! either way, he's already climbed his way to the very top of my list of fargo faves

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