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diagonal-queen · 7 months

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hii! can i request hunting dogs with clumsy s/o?

Hunting Dogs with a clumsy S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura, Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: What are the Hunting Dogs like with an S/O who's clumsy?

♡ cw: Swearing, mentions of getting hurt/bumping into things/getting accidental cuts, mention of alcohol

note: It's been a while since I actually posted some proper writing. I genuinely do apologise you guys- there's not really any good excuse for me taking as long as I have. Long work hours and bad home life combined have me absolutely fuckin spent, but I know that's also the case for other writers who still manage to produce work on at least a semi-regular basis. I just wanna try and get on top of some of my reqs that've been gathering dust in my drafts lmao. Thank you guys for your support and I love you all <3 apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

I'm gonna be so real with you right now bro literally doesn't care

Like he gives absolutely no fucks that you're clumsy. Fuck you could trip into one of his many barrels of alcohol and fully destroy it and he just wouldn't even be mad

He'd just help you up and be like 'ah you're so cute when you trip over and faceplant and destroy my stuff <33' (probably not that far from verbatim to be honest)

I genuinely don't know what else to tell you other than 'he doesn't care', because he doesn't. Any mess you make, he'll have it cleaned up. Any precious item you break, he'll just replace it.

His only real concern is you somehow hurting yourself, but even then he's not really that worried because he'll find some insanely talented doctor to fix you right up. It wouldn't be an inconvenience for him at all

(Fukuchi IS a sugar daddy and nobody except me has ever acknowledged it and it's lowkey bothering me like c'mon be so for fucking real guys)

All this being said, he probably wouldn't let you carry something extremely valuable like amenogozen (not like he would let you carry it anyway, but your clumsiness does contribute to his overprotectiveness of that stupid dumbass sword)

As always, he will get pissed if anyone else gives you a hard time for your clumsiness

Your whole dynamic is basically just Ozzie and Fizz lowkey

He really just lets you do your thing honestly, he doesn't care whether it's imperfect or whatever. If you're clumsy, then clumsiness is automatically cute tf

Jouno:

Jouno's like the total opposite of clumsy, literally every particle of his being is perfectly coordinated at all times

So he might be upset at first to learn that your motor skills aren't as up to scratch as his are.

You need to remind him that hey, how does he expect a regular ass person to measure up to a genetically modified super soldier? (which is a totally fair argument that even he doesn't rebut)

And after some consideration he's like 'okay fair' and tries to get used to your clumsiness. Keyword being 'tries'; he's not always perfect at tolerating it, but he's doing his best and that's what counts

If you're the kind of person who curses when you stub your toe (or god forbid that thing where you bump your hipbone on the corner of the table for some reason), he's totally cool with that. He's fully okay with swearing

He just doesn't really like when you randomly yell or cry out in pain really loudly/right near him because of the auditory overload

If you cry he will take the time to calm you down and kiss whatever part of your body you hurt better (pretends to hate it but absolutely doesn't)

Uses your clumsiness as an excuse to hold your hand when you guys go out together <3 he also likes feeling your pulse speed up when he touches you

Will randomly pull you in certain directions while you guys are out walking and when you're like 'why?' he'll be like 'you were about to walk into a pole sweetheart' then you turn back around and yeah he was right

Tecchou:

One of my favourite versions of Tecchou is aloof himbo Tecchou so that's what we're going with. Anyways he would be like '...just stop dropping things tf'

It doesn't take him that long to accept that fact that sometimes you're just clumsy without being able to control it and he probably shouldn't trust you with dangerous or fragile object

It probably secretly annoys him a bit at first but he doesn't wanna make you feel bad about

His attention quickly turns to prioritising your safety, so ultimately he doesn't really care

He's really strong so a lot of the time if you have to carry something heavy he just offers to carry it instead. Not only will he be saving you from back pain but he may also potentially be preventing your toes from being shattered under the weight of whatever you would have been carrying

Tecchou would want to cook for you to keep you away from all the kitchenware and appliances, but you don't let him because you know he'll whip up something absolutely abhorrent. Even if you sometimes get nicked with knives or touch hot pans, it's better than eating his food (sorry Tecchou)

He wouldn't want you to leave your place on your own if the weather is rainy or something because that means the pavement/ground is slippery (if you ask him to carry you the chance of him saying yes is surprisingly high actually)

If you ever bump into him, he'll act nonchalant about it but he would be blushing and sweating and shaking and panicking and screaming crying throwing up hyperventilating fanboying dying

Teruko (platonic):

Like most...general traits that a human could have, Teruko would probably make fun of you for it at first

Eventually her teasing would become more lighthearted and silly instead of genuine, but if anyone else tried to bully for you it it's on SIGHT

Teruko can be clumsy sometimes, but more often than not it's just harmless things like carrying a stack of documents and not making sure to secure it so that sheets of paper don't fly off the top

When it comes to her physical strength and combat everything she does is very intentional and coordinated. If you see her actively being clumsy she probably really does not care about what she's doing lol

She's the kind of person to do dart and knife throwing for fun but if you're even in close range of a blade she freaks out and worries that you're gonna fatally wound yourself somehow

If you do end up getting hurt she'll help fix up your injury, like cleaning wounds or bandaging you up or whatever, but she'll chide you about it the whole time (she's hiding the fact that she's secretly super concerned for you)

Absolutely has a phone recording of you tripping and eating shit and always threatens to send it to people unless you buy her food or something like that lmao

Unlike Jouno or Tecchou she's a little bit of a prick and doesn't warn you when you're about to bump into something and then laughs when you bump into said something

I mean she won't let you get hurt hurt but also seeing people get hurt is funny sometimes lmao

Tachihara:

Let's not pretend that this motherfucker isn't also a clumsy bastard

C'mon the two of you are constantly tripping over your own feet let alone each other's feet. You're an accidental chaotic dual MESS

I mean Tachihara is a little less clumsy than you, being a Hunting Dog and all, but if he's sleep-deprived or drunk or something like that he is a literal safety hazard. He definitely doesn't realise how much of a unit he is

As such, he doesn't really mind that you're also clumsy. If you drop things or whatever he doesn't get upset, just helps you pick/clean them up like the sweetheart he is

Also tries to catch you if you trip over (his success rate is improving steadily) but may also fall over in the process so you never really know

He uses his metal manipulation to keep you from getting hurt. If you're in the kitchen and you're about to drop a pot on the ground he catches it before it lands on your feet. Is he really your man if he doesn't use supernatural abilities to keep you from dropping shit

Pretty much every room in the house is stocked with bandaids just in case. You guys almost always have tons of matching ones, along with bruises and random little sores that you have no memory of attaining

Again, if you're the type of person who swears when you stub your toe, the absolute horrific vulgar language that comes out of Tachihara's mouth when he stubs his toe puts you to SHAME

You're as equally concerned for his wellbeing as he is for yours. You both take good care of each other's physical health where you can

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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Charles + medical au(?) + Fluff comfort

Medical | CL16

⸺ Charles misses you and he won't measure efforts to see you. ✓ mentions of injury.

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It was a slow day at the clinic, much like every Wednesday, you come to notice. You were super tired from the routine you've come to get used to, early classes during the morning, then study sessions to get your studies done before rushing to the hospital three times a week, the other three days you went to the clinic, an opportunity you got with a friend to experience a bit more of the medical field.

And though it was great for your grad life, it was actually hard for your love life.

You've been dating Charles for almost two years now, and he was always very supportive of your career, much like you were with his. He would make time, and plan cute dates whenever you were together and free at the same time, and when your school would let you, he would fly you to be by his side.

With the added internship at the clinic, it got harder, and you haven't seen each other for almost a month now. He was busy with racing, Ferrari meetings publicity stuff, and you were busy with school and internship.

So Charles decided to surprise you at the clinic where you were working that Wednesday after he got some days off. With the help of Pierre, he faked an injury to get there and find you. He had everything planned perfectly, he only forgot that you weren't the only person working there, and he found himself too deep on his lie back down.

That's how he found himself in the small individual side of the emergency room waiting for a doctor to collect his blood and run some exams. If Pierre was there he would be laughing his ass off at the fact that Charles was about to let someone have his blood taken, just for the sake of his surprise.

Thank goodness though, he didn't have to get that far, because you were the intern assigned to take his blood, and the second you turned the corner and saw the mop of chocolate hair your eyes went wide.

"Omg, Sharl, are you okay?" you ran to his side in the blink of an eye, holding his face between your hands and frantically looking for signs of sickness.

Charles gave you a toothy grin, "surprise!"

"What do you mean surprise?"

"I mean surprise, as in surprendre!"

"I-" you dropped your hold on him to put your hands on your hips, attentively looking at your boyfriend.

"Don't be mad. I just wanted to surprise you," he smiled. "And I talked with your boss, she just forgot to tell the guy at the reception and the nurse that it was a fake sickness, they almost drew my blood and ran tests on me," he ranted and Yn laughed.

"You're lucky I love you and missed you like crazy," you whispered before smashing your lips together in a loving kiss.

Charles held you close finally feeling at home after a month away form you.

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cupid-styles · 5 months

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ok like ik we're not that far yet but when the baby is born ymls harry holding the bb in his arms and the bb looking super small and he's being super cute with it and doing his baby voice and y/n is like my ovaries are falling out!!

OMFGJEFGT YEAH I've been thinking about what it'll be like when the baby's born A LOT..... like idk if you guys prefer the dynamic while she's pregnant or if you'd want me to write when she has the baby/them being parents but............ here's a little something just bc you requested it<33333

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"I told you she has your nose."

Y/N scoffs, pretending not to feel the tears well up behind her eyes as she watches Harry slowly stroke their newborn's cheek. It'd been an intense labor — hours of endless pain, crying, and wanting to rip Harry's dick off — but she couldn't deny how incredible he'd been the entire time. He advocated for her birth plan, stroked her hair back so it wouldn't stick to her sweaty forehead, fed her ice chips for hours straight... and now, they finally reaped the benefits of having the most beautiful baby girl in their arms.

She was here. She was healthy. And she was theirs.

"I don't think I've ever loved anything so much." Y/N whispers, blinking tiredly at the sleeping infant. She's only been in the world for a few hours, but Y/N hardly remembers living a life without her in it.

"Me neither," Harry whispers back, "Thank you so much. I know it hasn't been easy, but... you were incredible."

She smiles gently. "Wouldn't have made it without you."

"You would have," Harry asserts, shifting slightly to better support the baby's neck, "You're you. You can literally do anything."

"You're giving me too much credit, Harry."

He shakes his head before leaning down to brush his nose against their baby's forehead.

"Love you so much, baby bug," he mumbles. Y/N heart warms and, in a moment of complete exhaustion, she leans her head on his shoulder, allowing herself to take in the beauty of her small, messed up little family. "No matter what, mumma and I will always love you. More than anything in the world."

"Mhm," Y/N murmurs, thumbing over her chubby little cheek. "Always."

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy || Hyunjin x f!Reader

Summary: A guy hitting on you leads to an argument with Hyunjin, which leaves you completely confused, because nothing about that conversation made sense to you. And it takes you a little while, but the two of you eventually manage to work it out.

Word count: 5.2k

Genres: college AU, established relationship, smut

Warnings & Tags: hurt/comfort, jealousy, implied past toxic relationships, smut (vaginal sex), smut with feelings, lowkey sub!hyunjin but it's not super explicit

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A/N: this is the same couple as in you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad, but both works can be read independently. Enjoy!

It’s sometimes hard to fathom how different you and Hyunjin are. You’re night and day, really. He’s famous on campus, loved and admired by the people around him, and you’re anonymous and unnoticed in any crowd you’re a part of. He’s light, joyful, an artistic soul; you’re cynical, a bit of a downer, and you live and breathe numbers. He’s also a people-pleaser, and a bit of an actor, a performer if you will, where you’re honest to a fault and what you see is exactly what you’ll get. He’s the softest soul you’ve ever met, and you’re all sharp edges.

And, well, when you want to support him, you go to see him dance and dazzle a fascinated crowd. When he wants to support you, he comes to see you logic the shit out of someone else at a mathematics olympiad.

Yeah, you’d told him not to come. He had insisted though, and he’d been in the audience, getting his fair share of looks, which you didn’t blame people for. How could you.

You hadn’t gotten much of a chance to speak with him, since your team had been busy from start to finish — which had earned you first place, by the way — and you could only hope that he hadn’t been deathly bored, though that seemed unrealistic. You appreciated the moral support, but you still couldn’t figure out why on earth he would have wanted to come in the first place.

It’s as you’re looking for him in the lobby that you’re approached by a guy that you recognize at first glance. Hyunwoo, if you’re not mistaken, one of your rivals in the competition. He’s smiling wide as he makes his way to you, revealing slightly crooked teeth.

“You were really impressive in there,” he comments, speaking a little too fast — shy, maybe?

“Thanks,” you say, “you weren’t bad either.” And it’s true, he’d been a worthy opponent.

No match for you and your team, sure, but good enough.

His smile widens and he shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“So, uh, which university do you go to again?”

You answer, but the question has you raising an eyebrow. That's been announced over and over again throughout the competition, so it’s a weird way of making small-talk. Unless he’s stalling for—

“Oh, that’s cool, I’m not that far from there, maybe we could s-see each other at some point?”

Aw, yeah, he’s hitting on you. That sentence came out all in one breath, and he seems very relieved to be done with it. Which, honestly, you find kinda sweet, cute even. You don’t really date within that crowd, didn’t even before Hyunjin — your experiences with men from that field have been… questionable —, so you’re definitely not interested, but you’ll—

“She’s taken,” an icy voice announces from behind you.

Ah, Hyunjin’s found you. You feel him against your back as he wraps you up in a hug in an unusual display of possessiveness. It throws you off a little bit, actually. Not that you mind, you very much don't care, but he tends to avoid being affectionate in public. He likes to keep things private, with much of his life being subject to gossip around your college even without any of that. You crane your neck to look at him. You were just about to tell Hyunwoo that you were taken, and based on the way he’s flushing, cheeks and ears and neck turning bright red, he’s already horribly embarrassed by the situation.

You’re opening your mouth, intent on letting him down gently, when Hyunjin’s eyes flicker over him, taking in his appearance — he’s not exactly looking stylish, but hey, you guys were here to be smart, not look good —, and then he sneers “What makes you think she’d be interested anyway?” with such a disdainful tone that you almost flinch.

Hyunwoo splutters an apology and flees the scene, but you tear yourself from Hyunjin, staring at him in disbelief. You know that he can get agressive when he’s angry, words coming out before he’s truly thought them through, but he’s not cruel. And that was— that felt completely uncalled for to you.

“You were great,” he starts telling you, just as you go “What the hell?”

Confusion flickers on his face. It’s like he doesn't even remember what just happened, and you’re at least as confused as he is.

“He was flirting with you,” he says. In other circumstances, you might have noticed the softness to his voice as he spoke, but you’re not really paying attention to that right now, searching his eyes instead for any discomfort, guilt, whatever — which you're not finding.

“Well that’s not a crime,” you reply, shaking your head. And what you mean by that is that flirting with you is not really deserving of getting your self-esteem crushed by someone who’s as attractive as Hyunjin is. You know all too well what it can do to you to finally gather up the courage to go talk to someone, only to be humiliatingly rejected. It does shit to you that you don’t think Hyunjin would understand.

He takes a step back like you’ve slapped him, folds his arms defensively against his chest.

“So I should be fine with someone flirting with you?” His voice is at a higher pitch than usual, and you don’t know what to make of it. You— What the fuck is happening to this conversation, exactly?

“I was going to tell him I wasn’t interested, and it’s not like he knew I was taken,” you say. You don’t know why you need to point that out. Obviously you weren’t going to entertain that.

“Well I told him first,” Hyunjin says, clearly growing more defensive by the second, and again, you don’t know why.

“Yeah, Hyunjin, but that was completely unnecessary. I mean, it was just—” you search for the right word for a second, don’t find it, “—overkill.”

He’s staring at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Sorry if I don’t stand by while dudes hit on you,” he finally says, anger — you think? — seeping through in his tone.

“That’s not what this is about,” you say, because it isn’t. What are you doing wrong? What part of what you’re saying isn’t coming across the way you want it to? “My point is that you didn’t have to be so—” Again, you try to pick your words carefully. ‘You didn’t have to be such a dick about it’ is the formulation that comes to mind first, but that’s not something you would call Hyunjin, ever. That’s a line that you refuse to cross. “—mean about it.”

It comes out sounding weirdly insincere, maybe because it’s not as strong as what you’re trying to say, maybe because your sentence has lost its momentum by the time you finish it. Either way, it seems not to reach Hyunjin at all. His jaw’s set, his shoulders tense, and again, you have no clue where this went wrong.

“Fine,” he quips, lips now a straight line. “I guess I’ll just be mean elsewhere.”

And then he turns around and walks away, and okay, the two of you rarely argue, but this is such an unusual way for one of your conflicts to resolve, an almost childish one, and again, what the fuck?

“What happened there?” Seungmin asks, appearing next to you.

Boy, would you like to know.

“So,” Minho says in the middle of lunch, “what’s the deal with you and Hyunjin?”

You groan. A few days have passed since Seungmin asked you that very same question, and you’re still clueless.

“If I murder him because he’s too depressing to be around, I’ll make you help me hide the body,” Minho adds nonchalantly. He’s also a dance major, which means he’s been around Hyunjin way more than you have these past few days.

“Please stop threatening to kill my boyfriend,” you sigh.

Still, you don’t know what to answer. You and Hyunjin have been texting, you’ve seen each other around campus, but things have been… stiff. Awkward. Things are never awkward between the two of you. You know you’ll have to talk about it but it’s— You just wish you understood what was going on, so you could prepare yourself. As long as you don't, you want to avoid the talk, but without the talk you don’t know what’s going on and—

“I have no fucking clue,” you finally mutter. Seungmin glances up from his food. Usually he doesn’t care much for interpersonal drama, but he seems a little concerned this time.

“Explain,” he says.

Yeah. Maybe laying the facts on the table and trying to figure out a course of action is the best thing to do.

“A guy hit on me at the Maths Olympiad,” you say, “from one of the rival teams. Asked if I’d want to see him around but, you know, he was interested. And then Hyunjin arrived and was all ‘she’s taken’, which is fine, but then he said,” and the words are still clear in your mind, “’what makes you think she’d be interested’. And he looked at the guy like— You know.” Just one glance at Seungmin tells you that he does. You don’t look at Minho, because you doubt he has a clue. “Like he was repulsive or something.”

“So?” Minho says, and you sigh while Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“So it was shitty. The guy didn’t know I had a boyfriend, and having someone like Hyunjin tell him that probably made him feel like shit. It’s not easy for people like us to make the first move. No offense,” you add, nodding at Seungmin, and he grimaces in response. You know he agrees with you, because, well, he made no move whatsoever to get in his current relationship. It’s just this delightful mix of lack of self-confidence, social anxiety, and awkwardness that makes the process so fucking complicated.

You’ve dated more than Seungmin has, but you’d figured out early that people outside your branch of interest found you weird, too passionate about your niche interests, and then that the men within your field were pretty misogynistic for guys complaining about never getting girls, and then you’d stopped dating. So it hasn’t been great on your front either.

Seungmin’s nodding his head. He clearly sees your side of the argument. Minho, on the other hand, has leaned back in his chair, and he goes “Hm.”. So he’s about to tear you apart.

“It sounds like he just got jealous,” Minho says, and you almost laugh.

“Jealous of what?” Outside of the looks, this was a less than five minutes conversation with a guy, during which he made eye contact maybe once. There was no agressive flirting, barely any flirting actually, and certainly no physical contact. You’ve dealt with far worse — actually, you deal with far worse at almost every event you go to with Hyunjin.

Minho shrugs. He clearly has an idea, and he’s clearly not going to tell you.

“Think about it from his perspective. A guy hit on you, and you got annoyed at him for intervening.”

“I don’t care that he intervened,” you snap, “the issue was the way that he—”

“He might not know that,” Minho shrugs. Both you and Seungmin exchange a doubtful look, but it dawns on you that this might not be something Hyunjin would know about. You doubt it would happen to him in that way. You’re well-aware that he’s had shitty dating experiences, but this, that specific way of making someone feel completely undesirable, isn’t one of them as far as you’re aware.

So, as Minho stares at you intently, you sigh.

“Fine. I’ll clear things up.”

He nods, and you can feel his relief immediately. For someone who’s constantly threatening to kill Hyunjin, it’s kinda sweet, how much he cares for his well-being.

You're still trying to figure out how you're going to broach the subject with Hyunjin when, at eleven that night, there’s a knock on your door. You make your way there cautiously and pick-up the base-ball bat that you keep there — because this could be a psycho, ‘cause who shows up unannounced at 11 pm in the middle of the week —, but one look through the peephole has you putting it back down immediately.

Because when you unlock the door, you’re met with the sight of your shivering boyfriend. It’s pouring outside, so he looks like a drenched cat, soaking wet but still handsome.

“I-I wanted to—”

“Hyunjin, come in, don’t stay out in the cold” you interrupt him, hoping your voice comes off soft instead of demanding. “I’ll get you a change and a towel,” you add once he’s hesitantly made his way inside.

It doesn’t take you long to find a t-shirt and sweat pants he’d left at your place, while he stands awkwardly next to your kitchen counter. When you hand them to him, he thanks you, hesitates a second, then gets into your room to change. It feels a little weird, to see him do that, a weirdness you’re sure he’s felt too, but you suppose it would be just as strange if he didn’t do it, because things have just been— different, these past few days.

You’re waiting for him with the towel when he comes out.

“Come here,” you say gently, reaching for his hair.

You put the towel over his head, rubbing it gently against his scalp. Small droplets of water run down your arms, but you’re not really paying attention. Hyunjin bends to give you an easier access, face coming just inches of yours. His eyes are looking at you almost pleadingly, and you can’t help but notice that they’re slightly puffy, possibly from crying. That’s confusing to you, too — this was one argument, not a particularly intense one either, and in no way relationship-threatening, as far as you’re concerned. You know kissing him won’t fix anything, but you’re not trying to fix things, you’re trying to let him know how much you love him, how much you care about him, how much you’ve missed him.

So you do kiss him. He gasps into you, inhales like a drowned man finally coming to the surface. It’s his turn to get closer, body pressing against yours, and oh, he feels like coming home. Your fingers card through wet hair, pulling on it slightly, and this time it’s another sound he lets out. As tempting as it is to jump him right now, you know you have to put a stop to this if you want to have a productive conversation first — which would be the reasonable thing to do.

Still you can’t resist prolonging the kiss, pulling his lower lip between your teeth in a way that has him whimpering. His hands grab onto your waist with a bruising grip, and you feel his tongue brush against yours, hesitantly at first, like he’s not sure he should, then more daringly, pushing it into your mouth.

You — thankfully? unfortunately? — still have the presence of mind to interrupt the kiss before it gets any more out of hand.

“I’ve missed you,” you tell him softly. You see his eyes go wide. Like he's surprised. Shit, someone must have really done a number on him, huh?

“I’ve missed you too.”

Taking his hand in yours, you gently pull him towards the couch, where the two of you sit, though you don’t break physical contact. Instead, you sling your legs onto his lap and put your chin on his shoulder, not letting go of his hand. Hopefully he knows, that way, hopefully he feels safe, hopefully he can tell how much he means to you and that this— disagreement, or whatever this is, means far less to you than he does.

For a few seconds, he just stays there, unmoving, almost frozen, long black hair still dripping a little onto his shoulders and sticking to his neck, while you rub soothing circles on his skin.

“I’m sorry,” he finally blurts out. He’s not looking at you, instead staring at his hands on his lap.

“About what?” you ask gently, not moving an inch. The two of you had been mad at each other, but you don’t think it warranted this kind of reaction.

“I’m— I didn’t mean to be controlling,” he mumbles. “You can talk to whoever you want to, and it’s— I-I mean, there’s nothing harmful in flirting, and I trust you, and—”

“Hyunjin,” you interrupt him, and this time you take his face in your hands, cradling it. “I don’t care about that.” His eyebrows knit in confusion. “I don’t— I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you being upset if someone’s hitting on me, but more importantly—” You press a kiss to his lips, chaste and brief, then another, then another. “You’re the most important person to me. You know that, right?”

He nods, though the motion is hesitant. You’re well aware, by now, of how sensitive he is to any action that he perceives as a rejection or a form of disinterest. You’ve gotten past a lot of his previous issues, when even you saying you couldn’t make it to one of his shows could make him question things, but some things he remains fragile on.

“I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. Of course I would shut down someone hitting on me, babe, I just didn’t have the time to do that.”

It seems to soothe him for a few seconds, and a deep sigh leaves him, body briefly relaxing, before he tenses again.

“Then what—” Now there’s a hint of fear in his eyes. “What did I do wrong?”

Okay. You need to handle this carefully. You lean back slightly, going back to holding his hands. The last thing you want is to make him feel like this is a battlefield, which is how you know some of his exes treated their relationship. You want him to feel safe with you, even when you have a disagreement.

“You know, people are constantly saying that you’re out of my league,” you say. His eyes widen, mouth opening to protest it, but you shake your head. You don’t lack self-confidence, but you know no one’s jaw’s dropping when you walk into a room. It doesn’t make you ugly, it just makes you, well, not Hyunjin. You're fine with it. There’s more to you than your looks, and you wouldn’t want people to be interested in you just for that anyway. You’re all too aware that a good half of Hyunjin’s issues in relationships come from that. “I don't care, but I got that before we were together, or—” Hm, this is getting into memories that sting a bit more. “Well, before I met you.”

Hyunjin swallows. It’s his turn to squeeze your hand, and the gentle attempt at comfort makes you smile. It encourages you to keep going, knowing that he’ll probably get it, and if he doesn’t, he’ll definitely try his best.

“Some guys I was, uh, interested in turned out to already be dating.” You shrug one shoulder. It’s not a big deal in and of itself, it’s something that definitely happens, especially if they’re people you run into at college parties. “So, some of their partners felt that had to make it clear to me that I was delusional to think I even had a chance with them. And it wasn’t just to let me know that the dudes were taken, it was to just— humiliate me.”

And it worked, too, at the time. Makes you want to give a hug to your former self, just thinking about it.

“So what I don’t get is why you’d want to do that,” you say, finally looking at Hyunjin again. “I know you, you’re never cruel to people. I wish you were less nice to some of the people around you. So why— why would you do that to a guy who, clearly, wasn’t a threat to you whatsoever?”

You find him staring at you, but he immediately looks away from you, cheeks and ears turning red.

“I’m sorry,” he says for the second time.

“I’m not mad,” you reply patiently. “I’m just trying to understand.”

He clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair, which have started to dry by now. He opens his mouth, like he's ready to talk. And then he closes it again.

You tilt your head to the side. Okay. This is unexpected.

“It’s not like he wasn’t a threat,” he finally says under his breath.

Wait. Minho had a point? Hyunjin was jealous?

“What are you talking about,” you say more than you ask, trying not to sound like you’re in total disbelief — though you very much are.

“It’s—” He turns his head in the other direction, very much, very clearly blushing now. “He would get what you talk about, you know? What you do in class, your projects, your contests. He’s—” and he lowers his voice even more, muttering the last word like it’s personally offended him “smart.”

You can only stare. You almost want to laugh at what is, to you, an utterly absurd conclusion, but you, thankfully, manage to hold yourself back.

“Hyunjin, babe, do you think I don’t find you smart?”

There’s the hand in the hair again, as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“No, it’s just— I don’t get it. When you talk about it with Seungmin, or— or when you try to tell me what you’ve been doing, or— you didn’t even want me to come to the Olympiads.”

“Because I thought you’d be deathly bored.”

Somehow, most of the previous tension has evaporated now that the issue's out in the open. You feel impossibly relieved, and you realize how much this had all been weighing you down. Hyunjin seemed to be the same, his hand now coming to casually rest on your thigh. The two of you finally feel like you again.

“Because I wouldn’t understand,” he mumbles.

Ah, precious, dearest darling.

“So, what, do you think I would dump you for a dude who can integrate without a calculator?”

The blank stare Hyunjin gives you almost makes you crack.

“Hyunjin, darling, apple of my eye, light of my life, you might be the best person I know.” You shift on the couch, and it only takes one quick movement for you to be on top of him, legs on either side of his and arms around his neck. His breath hitches, and it makes you grin. “You’re a incredibly talented artist, you see things about the world that I don’t even notice exist, you’re capable of moving in a way that I can't even dream of, you’re kind, you’re loving, and yes, even if you're not the greatest mathematical mind to walk this earth, you’re smart.”

He looks up at you, lips parted, staring like you’re the only person in the world. You’re not the type to say these things much, usually trying to convey it with physical touch and other shows of affection. Right now, though, it seems like he definitely needed to hear them.

“Hyunjin,” you say, again, never getting tired of how his name rolls off your tongue, “I love you. There’s nothing about you that would make me doubt that.” Nor is there anything that should make him doubt that.

You’re not sure if you kiss him or if he kisses you, but you know that the kiss that follows is harsh, urgent, desperate. His hands grab onto your hips, dig into your skin, his mouth bites at yours feverishly, pushing himself up to meet you. Your hands are in his hair, pulling his head back to give yourself better access to his mouth, and you let him take charge of the pace, his tongue dancing with yours tantalizingly.

It makes it even more delightful when you roll your hips against him and feel him suddenly losing control. He grows hard under you in just seconds, and when you pull away his eyes are wide with need.

“Oh, you did miss me,” you can’t help but tease, though your voice is still soft. You feel lighter after the conversation, but it might still not be the time to get too intense.

Hyunjin whines in response, pushing himself up to kiss you again. Fuck, he’s hot.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” you whisper with a very intentional shift or your hips, straight onto his hard-on.

You get up to get rid of your short and panties, and during that time, Hyunjin pushes his own pants down, cock standing to attention, precum already forming at the tip. Usually, you’d take the occasion to tease him, play with him a little bit, but you know that he’s not going to last long, and you want to give him everything tonight.

So you climb back onto his lap, kiss him again, and your hand makes its way down your body. You’re wet, too, but Hyunjin’s big, and you want to prepare yourself a little. Just as you’re about to insert a finger, a pleased shiver already running down your back, Hyunjin stops you, and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper when he presses his palm against your clit.

“Let me,” he whispers.

“Anything for you, baby,” you reply, though this is for you too, because when Hyunjin’s long finger push inside of you, spreading you open, you throw your head back and a moan escapes you.

Hyunjin works diligently, slowly pumping in and out of you. His thumb comes to brush against your clit, rubs against it with gentle movements, sending pleasure through every fiber of your body. His hands gets coated in your juices as he pushes a second finger inside, then a third. He’s quiet as he does so, but his other hand keeps tightening on your waist, and his cock is growing redder, leaking more and more precum by the second.

You finally wrap your hand around it, returning the favor, and immediately he loses his rhythm, letting out a whimper. He hunches forward, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t— I can’t keep going if you do that,” he mumbles, beautiful eyes staring pleadingly at you. Again, there’s that urge to tease him, and again, you resist it.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby,” you whisper as you give a slow pump around him, only providing light pressure because you don’t want it to be too much just yet. “And you’re already doing so, so good for me, it’s okay to stop now.”

You’re pretty sure you can take him already, but you keep him just there, fingers moving erratically inside you, as you set a slow pace around his cock. Moans and whines keep spilling past his lips as he buries his face in your shoulder, music to your ears, and you start pressing kisses against his neck, teeth grazing against the skin. Hyunjin gets louder — his neck’s always been sensitive, and when your tongue brushes against him just right, his hips jump up into your hand, which seems like the perfect signal.

You grab his wrist to stop his movements, and he takes it out of you, eyes meeting yours once more in expectation.

Hand around his cock to guide it, you let yourself sink onto him with a pleased moan. He always fills you so well, makes you feel so full— Fuck, either he’s a sex god or you’re really fucking whipped, because sex with him always makes you feel so good.

Hyunjin’s head rolls back onto your couch, hair spilling all over it, eyes closing as his mouth falls open. The sight’s perfect, but it’s also lewd, like the sound of your bodies together wasn’t enough for that.

“Mind if I move, babe?”

Okay, yeah, you’re teasing, but he just makes it so tempting for you.

“Yeah, hm, please— please do.”

A brief laughter escapes you at his broken plea and you push up in order to kiss him again, delicious, delicious friction forming between your legs at the movement.

“You’re perfect,” you purr against his mouth.

Then you start moving, hips rocking gently at first, and Hyunjin’s letting out high pitched whimpers. After a few seconds he manages to push himself from his position, head falling between your breasts. He lifts your shirt, which you hadn’t bothered taking off, and his hands come up to cup them, massaging them softly and carefully. A moan you’d been careful to hold back leaves your mouth then, but it’s only when he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, that they start falling uncontrollably. He glances up at you, and with one look at the sinful sight that is him with one of your breasts in his mouth, you’re gone.

Things get more frantic after that. You start moving quicker, chasing your own release as much as trying to give him his, and Hyunjin wraps both arms around your waist, no longer kissing your breasts. Instead, he buries his head in your neck again, erratic whimpers music to your ears. You hold tightly onto his shoulders, and though you don’t do it on purpose, you suspect you’re going to leave a mark there.

You come before he does, back arching with a loud cry as you do, but you don’t stop moving. You ride your orgasm with him still inside you, rubbing just right against him, then keep going though slower as your legs start shaking under you, but Hyunjin’s mostly too far gone to notice. You go back to kissing his neck, knowing with absolute certainty that if you flick your tongue against him just so—

Hyunjin comes without a warning, surprisingly quiet, mouth opened wide against your shoulder. You feel him spilling inside of you, whole body shaking underneath you. You keep kissing his neck, whispering soft words against him. How good you find him, how perfect, how much you love him.

You collapse onto each other. You rest your head on his chest; his fingers start absent-mindedly tracing patterns on the small of your back. You should move, should clean up, but fuck, you’ve missed him, you’ve missed this, you’ve missed the way his body feels against yours. You’re so lost in the post-orgasm bliss that you almost miss Hyunjin calling your name.

“Hm?” you reply lazily, glancing up at him. He’s purposefully not looking at you.

“I love you too,” he says. You tilt your head. He’s blushing again, like after all that’s just happened, that was the harder thing to admit. “I didn’t say it earlier. I love you.”

You know that. All the same, flowers bloom in your chest and despite feeling tired, your heart finds it in you to start beating faster. You love him. You love him so much you fear it will consume you sometimes.

“I love you more, babe.”

You believe it whole-heartedly when you say it, too. Hyunjin shakes his head, playful pout forming on his lips, and it hits you that he probably feels just the same.

And in that moment, everything in the world is perfect.

i think this is one of my favorite pieces i've written for this series, so hopefully you liked it too! exploring complex emotions is one of my favorite things to do in writing. i know i've said this in every piece, but please reblog this if you enjoyed it! it boosts my motivation a ton to see people liking my stuff, and so if you like my writing, commenting/reblogging is the best way of making me write more. i'll see you all soon for changbin's piece!

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vanilladove · 7 months

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This request is a bit long and specific but I hope that's not a problem efvevefvrgb I'm sorry

So if that's not a problem I would want headcanons for gn reader who is Atsushi's sibling (a year older), has the same ability and also is in ADA and is in love with Akutagawa and he hates them at first but then fall in love. Also reader has very similar personality to Atsushi. (I know, readers description is almost Atsushi, I kin him okay tgbrbrgbrbg 😭)

So fluffy sibling headcanons with Atsushi, romantic (and suggestive/nsfw if thats okay (I'm 19)) headcanons with Akutagawa and also headcanons about dynamics between reader, Akutagawa and Atsushi.

I'm sorry that it's so specific rtgefbefbefg And thank you in advance if you'll write this erfefvvejad ♡

hihi tysm for being my first request, anon! this is actually so cute ahhhhh :,) i felt like keeping this pretty fluffy. engagement is always appreciated (from anyone & everyone:D)! thank you guys for all the support + requests so far ♡

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: akutagawa x nakajima!gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + a lil suggestive (hickeys)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none!

~being siblings with atsushi...

Since you're a year older, you've always been quite protective over your younger brother. Despite having very similar personalities, you're a bit more rational and street-smart than Atsushi.

You made him his first ever ochazuke (green tea over rice) at the orphanage one day to celebrate his birthday, and since then it's been his favorite food ♡

You cheer him up a lot and are kind of like his strength:,) After the kids at the orphanage cut his hair, you convinced him it looked cute and yelled at them to never mess with him again.

You always keep extra tissues on you for him bc he’s a lil crybaby sometimes :(

Both of you train together since you have the same ability. Luckily, neither of you are super competitive, so you both are at the same skill level.

You both share one brain cell...

~being akutagawa's lover...

You fell first, but he fell harder :D

The first time you saw Akutagawa, you were enamoured by his beauty. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't reciprocated since he held a grudge against you and Atsushi (*cough* bc of Dazai bragging*cough*).

Dazai sent you to negotiate with the Port Mafia on behalf of the ADA once, and you saw him again in a meeting. Higuchi was gone, so naturally you sat next to Akutagawa--much to his dismay.

He was side-eyeing you harshly the entire meeting until his lung decided to act up and send him into a coughing fit...

You gave him your untouched cup of tea and fished some cough drops out of your pocket (always prepared bc you're the older sibling lol). This surprised him (along with the other Mafia members).

He didn't have the luxury of declining, so he took them without thanking you and stubbornly looked away (you swore you saw a faint blush on his cheeks though...)

After the meeting, he pulled you aside and demanded to know your favorite café, so he could take you there, warning you, "don't get the wrong idea, I just don't want to owe you". (he's awkward ik :,) )

Somehow your little 'dates' went back and forth as you kept bringing him more things to ease his condition (handkerchiefs, tea w/ honey, medicine, etc.)

Akutagawa fell for your bubbly personality and giving nature (which he would've regarded as weak before). As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was nice to have someone take care of and genuinely look out for him. It's the reason why he secretly hopes he'll never stop 'owing' you.

His love language is quality time and writing you poems/love letters. Anytime he isn't working or with Gin, he spends with you. His go-to is a romantic moonlight walk by the ocean (he def hates water tho and refuses to even dip his feet in--black cat energy hehe)♡

Expect a lot of subtle affirmations from Akutagawa. Not many “i love you”s but a lot of “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

Also lots of affectionate head bonks hehe.

SUPER POSSESSIVE!!! Will constantly hold you/your hand when you're alone together or out in public and leaves hickeys to show you're his.

One time Atsushi saw one on your neck and asked about it...you told him it was "from Akutagawa", and he immediately got defensive thinking he'd hurt you. You awkardly laughed and told him it was a "hickey". Poor, innocent Atsu asked Dazai what that was and obviously Dazai's evil ass explained it in the worst, most suggestive way possible :p Afterwards, Atsushi wouldn't look at either of you for a week...

~dynamics between the three of you...

Although at first Akutagawa refused to hang out with Atsushi, he began to tag along more after you expressed that it made you sad to leave him out. When they did fight, you were the middleman breaking it up.

Akutagawa has been nicer to Atsushi lately--scoffing at his jokes instead of clapping back, claiming "it's for your sake and definitely not by choice".

Nicknames! You call Akutagawa "Ryu" when you're alone together. Aku calls you by your name but still refers to Atsushi as 人虎 "Jinko". Tried to call Atsushi by his name once, but it felt wrong, so he never did it again lol.

Dazai likes to tease that you guys are "Triple Black". You're a powerful trio, and you often strategize and provide support to the other two.

Since you guys are so similar, you once asked Akutagawa why he liked you so much but couldn't stand Atsushi...

Mans was absolutely dumbfounded. The question made him realize it was because he loved you, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it flat out. The thought of that made his face red like a tomato. He was so flustered, he couldn't even think of a cute, poetic thing to say.

He brought you close to him in a hug to try and hide his crimson face, burying himself into your neck.

"Your haircut isn't stupid like his, that's all".

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #vanilladoverequests #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #atsushi nakajima #bsd fluff #akutagawa ryuunosuke #ryunosuke akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #the formatting & theme took more time than the actual writing..wtf

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iwaasfairy · 5 months

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15K MILESTONE??? WOWOWOOOWWW THATS INCREDIBLE ohmy super congrats to youuuuuu 🤧🤧🤧 /// now for the event, you think you can make something about Michael Kaiser + noncon? thank you sooooo muuuuuuch in advance ilyily 🥹🥹🥹

thankyOUUU So much my loveee it really is incredible im sOOO thankful MWUAH It was fUn writing this pos!!! hehehe

tw noncon, yandere, gaslighting

The locker room stinks of sweat and gym clothes and testosterone, and you wish you could just sink into the floor. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape the panting in your ear, the confessions of… love? Is that what he called it? You’re not sure anymore. No matter how hard you stare that that dented corner of the locker door, the way it sort of resembles a star— it doesn’t drown out the feeling of being invaded, fondled.

Ruined.

You never believed in that sort of thing but feeling the sweat that builds on your back where his body is pressed to yours, the spit and the tears dried on your cheeks, the mere heat that’s coming from your body as you’re shaked and rocked with each thrust just feels so invasive. It taints.

Micheal hasn’t stopped murmuring into your hair, like you’ve been listening at all- but even that constant noise feels like a fly zooming around the room and cherishing the stench. When you try to turn over your shoulder, you come face to face with the curve of his smile, feel the way he hums at the acknowledgment, and you regret it. His snake-like eyes bore down on you like he’s eating you up.

“Easy tiger,” he chuckles, “you might shoot me with that look. What’s- agh- a guy to do?”

“Go fuck yourself,” you barely manage to whisper back, and flinch when he pressed his face closer to your ear, panting in it and licking at the shell. Though you might be keeping on a brave face now, you can feel the panic sitting in your throat. Waiting, pleading to get out. He doesn’t even bother to hide his amusement when you groan in discomfort as he fucks his hips into you so hard it echoes. “Are- you almost- done?” You grit out through a clenched jaw, and he giggles lowly.

Before pulling out to push you back against the cold metal by both shoulders, and almost flattening you when he yanks one leg up to put it over his arm before he lines back up. The reddish, fat head of his cock is shamefully wet and glossy, and he leans down until your head is trapped between the locker and his. “You’re just so cute, I can’t help myself.” He pushes into you with too much precision, shoving himself into your pussy again and filling you up too far- your foot trembles where it hangs over his elbow.

“You’re a little super fan, ain’t ya?” He whispers against your skin again, before laughing when you lean away from a kiss. It’s like he takes it as a challenge, sadly for you, and starts aiming his cock better to make your eyes roll. His cock is big and he fucks in a deep, greedy rhythm that makes your entire body feel weak. “I knew you’d feel good from the second I saw you. Besides,” strands of his hair are stuck to his forehead as he leans his body back over yours, like he’s trying to melt you into him, “you knew not to be alone with me, right?”

His lips brush over your forehead when he gets the chance, and though you try to lean away, he uses his supporting arm to trap you until they land- until you’re shaking against him in anger and regret. “You tried to flee earlier, didn’t you? But you forgot your ‘boyfriend’s’ jersey.” His slow, devilish expression comes into view when you dare to look up and his blue eyes trap you under him, pussy squelching around the thrusting of his cock sliding in, out, in, out perfectly into you.

“So really, aren’t you at fault here? ‘S almost like you wanted it.” His smile widens when your frown grows twice as deep. A droplet of sweat rolls down his neck along the dark ink, and your body jerks when he fucks back into that spot that makes you squirm. You don’t want to. You don’t want to. No matter how good- “Don’t you feel a little bad for your poor boyfriend who’s waiting for you? Should we call him?”

#monkey fun.event #tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.kaiser #michael kaiser

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arabellavernierwrites · 10 months

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hiiii i love your work so far and you have such an easy to read and chill writing style i love itttt

idk how to do requests lol but ok:

would you do a super fluffy spencer reid x reader during season 5 when he’d been shot in the knee (or maybe he’s injured in another way i don’t mind) but he’s having trouble showering bc it hurts and it’s difficult and the reader basically washes his hair for him? and idk if you want to extend it maybe they could cuddle up and watch a movie or something? idk i thought it was cute hehe

nothing nsfw just a lil angst and mostly fluff

thank you so much !! :)

wash day. s.r.

summary : after being shot in the knee , spencer had been struggling to take a shower. in a moment of desperation , he lets you help him.

word count : 1669

warnings : mentions of injury , mentions of pain , mentions of fighting unconsciousness , descriptions of self-loathing , suggestions to nudity (bath)

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you returned from work to a fairly quiet household. not much of your usual setting was disrupted, aside from a few of spencer’s things lying around.

a few weeks ago, he had been shot in the knee, causing him to hang around at home a lot more than he typically would. partially because hotch told him off every time he spent even 5 minutes exerting more energy than he needed, and partially because he loved spending every second with you. even though it was something you were sure he wouldn’t ever admit, his heart swelled every time you looked after him.

aside from a few misplaced items, spencer was nowhere to be found. a cause for concern, you decided to check the bedroom to see if he had hit the hay early that day, only to be met with an empty bed.

you jumped as a loud clatter of metal rang out in the bathroom behind you, “spencer? are you alright, sweetheart?”

the shower timidly turned on, the water pattering off the tile below, muffling the sound of his voice, “i’m alright”.

spencer didn’t often lie, he didn’t have to. he knew that whatever fib he told wouldn’t stand a chance against his truthful tone. which is why you knew he wasn’t alright.

“can i come in?” you asked sweetly, placing your hand on the door knob.

“of course,” he muttered quietly, defeat evident in his voice.

you opened the bathroom door to spencer seated on the edge of the tub, his crutches fallen to the ground, his shirt drenched, and his hair partially wet. he looked up at you through his lashes, a hint of sadness and a plea for help swirled within his gaze.

“what happened?” you asked, sincerely, taking a seat next to him.

his lower lip threatened to quiver as his head turned to the floor, embarrassment not allowing him to meet your eyes, “i feel gross”.

you rubbed a hand up and down his back, the wet fabric clinging to his skin, “what do you mean?”

“my hair feels gross, my body feels gross,” he shook his head softly, “i just wanted to shower. but i can’t”.

“it’s difficult with the leg, isn’t it?” you questioned, he nodded his head.

“i tried earlier when you were at work, but this happened,” he pushed his hair off of his forehead, showing a small, red welt near his temple, “the movement is painful too”.

“my sweet thing,” you tutted, “did you clean it?”

he shook his head, the shame and frustration of not being able to care for himself returning. insecurity building with each day of failed attempts at getting clean. feeling uncomfortable, gross, and unattractive made his mind hazy with self-repulsion.

“it just hurts,” he whispered, “it’s too painful to do by myself”.

he thought back to the first time he tried to shower on his own. he bumped his knee while trying to take his clothes off. the pain was so excruciating he spent several minutes fighting unconsciousness, gripping the bathroom countertop to keep himself from collapsing on the floor, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he breathed deeply. he spent the rest of the day in bed, his head buried into the pillow, desperate to dull the ache that seemed to consume his entire body.

“well, i’ll help,” you stood, turning to face spencer, “let’s get you a nice bath”.

you reached out, assisting him in getting up from the bathtub to sit on the lid of the toilet seat.

“is it alright if i undress you?” you asked, holding onto the bottom of his sopping shirt. he nodded, allowing you to take full control.

you gently peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the laundry basket next to you. his shoulders were hunched over, clearly experiencing some discomfort with being shirtless when he felt so self-conscious about his current, un-showered state.

you knelt down in front of him, helping unclip and remove the mechanical brace that had been keeping his leg at a slight angle. it was placed on the bathroom counter as you took your time removing all of his remaining clothing, needing to maneuver a few times to rid him of his pants and undergarments.

despite being as careful as possible, he was full of whines, groans, and pained whimpers.

“i need a second,” he quietly panted, discomfort firing off throughout his body.

when he was ready, you braced each other’s arms, taking your time as he struggled with his balance getting into the bath. wobbling, nervous, and gripping you tightly, spencer had finally been able to get in there for the first time in days.

“look at you,” you cheered, celebrating his victory as he failed to hide a smile, “i’m gonna have your back face the faucet”.

he grimaced as you helped lower him to sit in the tub, his pain evident in the white-knuckled grip he had on your hands.

“i’ll be back in just a second, okay?” you hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet, and a small towel from the hall closet.

you placed the cloth over his bandaged knee, being as cautious as you could to not touch it, “i don’t want this to get wet”.

spencer looked up at you with appreciation for your kind heart. his sweet brown eyes with his long lashes, you couldn’t help yourself from leaning in for a kiss.

“i love your hair,” you smiled, filling the cup with water from the running faucet behind spencer, “you have the softest boy hair ever”.

spencer chuckled, “what does that mean?”

you leaned him back slightly, pouring the contents of cup on his head, angling it to not get any water in his eyes, “i feel like guys always have really coarse hair. sure, it might be healthy, but it isn’t soft like girl hair”.

“you have much experience with guy hair?” he asked, humor evident in his tone.

“not necessarily,” you squeezed yourself a handful of shampoo, “girl hair on the other hand”.

spencer laughed, for the first time in days it wasn’t feigned or forced, “i know. you can’t keep your hands off penelope, emily, or jj when they visit”.

“part of girlhood, i guess,” you shrugged, “we spend our recesses in elementary school braiding each other’s hair, help each other curl our hair for middle school dances, and eventually completely fry it together in high school”.

“the only two people that touched my hair before you were my mom and that one guy at supercuts,” spencer closed his eyes as you emulsified the shampoo at his roots, massaging in the frothy suds.

“i kinda miss the elevated bowl cut,” you teased.

spencer groaned, trying hard not to roll his eyes, “i don’t”.

you rinsed his head clean of the soap.

“when you used to gel it back for work? super hot,” you reached for your pricey conditioner, an expense you liked treating yourself to every once in a while.

“when we watched all of those black and white films together,” he reminisced, “that was my homage to gregory peck. or at least my attempt at it”.

“it was cute,” you nodded, “i really liked the glasses with it too”.

you rubbed the conditioner together in your hands, fingering through his long locks to free them from any knots that may have tangled themselves together from the shampoo.

his body relaxed itself, no longer so tense from the awkwardness of trying to get into the bathtub.

you appreciated this moment of silence. just you and the man you love more than anything. something as simple as washing his hair being the highlight of your day, solely because it’s time spent with him. a simple conversation between the two of you enough to make your heart swell the way it did when you first met.

“we’re almost done,” you rinsed the remaining conditioner from his ends.

as the last cup of water rid his hair of any product, you prepared yourself to help him up.

“we did it!” you cheered squeezing out any excess water from his dripping hair.

the thought of getting him back on the floor safely was daunting. it was difficult before, but now everything was sopping too.

you were slow and careful, assisting him in getting back on his feet. you gripped him harder than necessary, worried he was gonna come crashing to the ground and split his knee back open. your brows furrowed in concentration, both of his feet coming to rest on the bath mat.

you grabbed a towel from the rack as he caught his breath, unable to hide the pain from his face.

gently, you dried him off, wrapping the cloth around his waist as you ordered him to sit back down on the lid of the toilet seat. he panted in victory, his first shower in nearly a week had been completed successfully, all thanks to you.

“you did a great job,” you grabbed the other towel, draping it over his head.

placing both hands down, you rubbed in circles. drying his hair fairly quickly, you tossed the towel off to this side, landing in a crumpled bunch at the bottom of the laundry basket.

spencer smiled up at you through the hair that hung in front of his face, “thank you”.

“of course,” you swept it out of his eyes, “let’s get you into some comfy clothes”.

as spencer sat on the edge of the bed in his plaid pants, you were planted cross-legged behind him, hair brush in hand. you took your time, tender strokes through his nearly shoulder-length hair. brushing and brushing again, he progressively slumped over, tiredness trying to take over.

“how about we call it a night?” you asked, turning him to lay down next to you.

“okay,” he answered quietly, pulling you into his arms as you turned off the bedside lamp, “thank you for your help today”.

you grinned, giving him a quick kiss, “anything for you”.

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welovelouisandbucky · 8 months

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Peter Parker Headcanon

Summary:This is how I think Peter Parker would be with artist!reader

A/n: heyya guys!!! I just wanna apologize and thank everyone who showed support to few of my series that I started but did not post anything after first chapter, I started those series when I was feeling very motivated and was full of ideas but in excitement I didn't planned them out properly and it backfired. I wasn't feeling like it anymore but I knew I have to post and I did write chapters for all of them but I wasn't happy with my work so I never posted them, and it's my fault because I shouldn't have posted them online before planning them out properly, but I promise I will complete them but not anytime soon because I just don't feel like writing them any more. for now I just want to write small one shots and headcanons so I would really appreciate if you guys show these ideas support too, thank you!!

S/n: you can imagine any Peter Parker but I personally had Andrew!Peter in mind when writing this so yeah, likes and reblogs are appreciated and as well as positive criticism, pls don't hate on me 😭 thank you!

T/w: just fluff!! One swear word? none I guess other than my writing lol

I think he really enjoys drawing because it's one of the things he finds calming.��

He usually prefers to watch you draw/sketch, because he thinks you look super cute while you're concentrating on a certain detail or drawing the outline of the figure.

When you guys are drawing together, he'd try to draw you, so he can show you how beautiful you truly are. He just loves you so much he can't help it.

Gets distracted easily, and blames it on you, and when you ask what you did he'll say something like "stop being so goddamn cute!" or like "you're looking too cozy and cute, makes me wanna cuddle the life out of you!"

He absolutely LOVES painting with you because then he gets to start a paint war with you. In two or less minutes you guys would be covered in 50 shades of grey🤭😉

And let me tell you, the way he drew you is *chef's kiss* so good. The boy literally put his heart out on this drawing.

When he finally shows you the drawing he'd say something like "I'm sorry if it's not good. And please be honest if it's shit, okay?" "Peter, what are you talking about?! This is beautiful! I look so pretty!! You made me so beautiful in this!" " Well that's because YOU are BEAUTIFUL!"

He'll most definitely take you to picnic dates, somewhere far and beautiful. He'd lay there next to you while you draw in silence. Those kinds of dates are his favorite; super relaxing and peaceful.

Would model for you if you ask him to, but the poor boy can't sit still. He needs to move or else he'll go crazy, but will apologize every time he moves, you're quick to tell him it's fine and that you don't expect him to become a statue.

Would buy you art supplies but will be too scared to give you because he knows you don't like it when he spends his money on you. So he'll sneakingly leave it at your desk thinking you won't notice, but of course you did. Will get scolding from you afterwards.

Let's be honest, you love it when he buys you art supplies, it makes you happy to know that he actually cares enough to got you those, but the thing is art supplies are expensive as fuck! He works really hard for what he earns, and you don't want him to waste it on you. You get scolded in return when you tell him this.

"Nonsense! I'm not wasting anything, you should know that, Y/n! You know, it actually hurts me to think you'd even think something like that." "I'm sorry, Peter." "You're forgiven, but only because I need my cuddles and kisses," "and because you love me?" "yeah that too, but mostly my cuddles."

Definitely, will take (swing) you to different places he thought was worthy enough to be drawn. Or when you're not feeling motivated, or when the art block is just too strong; because he understands how tough it can get for you.

He's always there for you no matter what. He truly understands you, and helps you out when you have no motivation or ideas to create anything. Calms you down when you're frustrated because the drawing you finished is not looking the way you wanted it to be. Always tells you how talented you are and how much he's proud of you and everything you create

Always reminds you to take care of yourself and asks you if you have eaten anything yet? Because when you're drawing you always lose track of time and forget to eat.

Definitely finds it funny when you rant about how drawing hands is an absolute nightmare, but agrees with you nonetheless.

100% had said "draw me like one of your French girls" at some point with a dramatic gesture.

Shows you off to everyone he meets like, " have you met my girlfriend? She's so talented like ohmygod, here look at this" proceeds to show the person your artwork while you stand there embarrassed but so in love

Definitely has hung up your drawings in his room

He's your number one supporter, but does points out mistakes if he sees one (we love honest feedbacks)

So in conclusion Peter Parker is absolutely whipped for you

Thank you so much for reading this I hope you enjoyed this!!

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glowingvenus · 8 months

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why you should read FENCE

dear followers, you may be thinking "what is this obscure comic that you're suddenly full throttle obsessed with. i don't even know you anymore. i'm scared." and so i'm here to tell you what FENCE is and why you should read it

i'm not normally into comics, or stories about gay teenage boys doing sports. i prefer books about adult lesbians who can't do ten jumping jacks without getting lightheaded. BUT this series is magical, i swear. it takes a lot of tropes that are common to the genre and plays with them in such interesting ways.

here's our hero, nicholas, who has nothing but $2 and a dream of becoming a great fencer:

and here's nicholas' father, who doesn't know he exists:

and here's seiji katayama, ranked second nationally:

and here's how it starts off for them:

and here's where they're headed:

and who's that blond guy? i hope it isn't jesse coste, top-ranked fencing royalty, nicholas' unknowing half-brother, and seiji's ex-"something"...

there's a diverse cast of other characters to love, more than i can list here (but special shout out to the adorably energetic bobby, sunshine captain harvard and campus heartbreaker aiden, his bff and secret admirer).

this story truly goes beyond what you'd expect from the genre. it's fun, funny and super cute, but it's also got a real sense of tension, of rivalry, of steadily simmering romantic potential that puts it in a league of its own. and, it's not explicitly stated (yet?) but this is def def def an ADHD/autism romance in the making.

we fence fans are a small community but we're really worried about this series not being able to continue if there's not enough interest. so i can't recommend enough that you check it out, and if you like it, buy it and show your support!

so far there are 5 volumes (each consisting of 4 single issues), and 3 out of 4 of the next volume (fence: redemption) have been released. the next issue is out on September 13, 2023 and it's gonna be a fucking juicy one.

where to buy: preferably your local comic shop, if not then bookshop.org to support local bookstores, or any retailer of your choice!

*if you can't buy it or find it in a library, you can find it online for free pretty easily via google, but please do buy it if you end up liking it.

i'm out of room for pics in this post but i'm also gonna link you to the special pride edition cover of fence: redemption #1 because it's really good. thank you for your time. *ungrips your shoulders*

#fence comic #fencecomic #for the love of fuck give me a note or two on this #i took all these photos myself when i could have. well. anyway.

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definitely-not-indecisive · 3 months

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So I found you through your batfam/Spiderman fic and I was wondering if you could make a rec list?

Hey there! Thank you for checking out my blog and for reading my fic! I love seeing that you've commented on a chapter in my inbox.

As far as a rec list goes, I've never actually written one before. But I assume you want ones that are specifically spider-man/batman crossovers?

It's a whole new way of looking at [daddy issues] by spaghettiash: This a series of two little one-shots that I absolutely loved. It's another Peter gets transported to the DC universe with Dick Grayson looking exactly like Richard Parker. Love this one.

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat: This fic was amazing, this was my bookmark comment exactly "I need this, I need this like I need oxygen, like I need love. This is so well written, I could cry. I need it injected into my veins and tattooed on the inside of my eyelids, omg." Again, much like the one above, Peter is transported into the DCU and stumbles across alternate versions of Richard Parker and Ben Parker. I loved it.

Aunt May and the Justice League by Anonymous: This fic is great, if you love the idea of Aunt May being kick ass and -fade to black- sleeping her way through the Justice League in a super classy way, and being such a supportive mum to her dear nephew Peter in the DCU. Very much open relationships, though the main plot doesn't really start to kick in until a few chapters in.

Green, through and through by another_fucking_robin: I love this one, particularly because it's trans Peter Parker. There just aren't enough of them, and when it's well written, it plucks at my heart strings. Plus, the Lazarus Pit is an ally, and I love that for them. This fic just starts off so good, I was in love with it from chapter one.

rot with all the burnouts in the cell by magnuschases: This fic is really entertaining. Like, Dick Grayson, you are the father! And Peter's responses were just great. Awkward grandpa!Bruce will always have my heart.

Singing In My Blood by LialeeEderian: This one is cute. Peter literally falls into Dick Grayson's life. Dick Grayson is clearly his alternate universe dad, and everyone can see it.

a shining spider web by Selador: an alternate spin off of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone. In this fic, the nice guy on the subway that gives him sunglasses during his migraine, clearly Jason Todd, takes him home and adopts him. Very cute and sweet.

Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh: I adore this fic. Peter convinces the Batfam that he's actually an alien, rather than a dimension traveller. Seems easier to him, that way. And it is very easy for him to pull off.

Harry Potter and the Great Custody Battle by dajgen: Okay, say what you will about JKR, she's TERF piece of shit and I hate her. However, I do not hate Dajgen and their work (that would make me a hypocrite, considering my work Wildflowers in the Spring, with is also a HP/DC crossover). Controversial to add a HP related fic, but I feel like I should add it anyway, because I genuinely enjoyed it. It's basically a fic where Harry is related to both Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne. Harry needs them to get out of the Triwizard Tournament. So, a threeway crossover. I won't give anymore spoilers, should you choose to read it.

I hope you liked my picks, I've never actually made one of these before, so I hope I did it right 😅 feel free to hit me up if you want to share your thoughts about my recommendations. I tried to pick fics that were in a similar vein to mine, since I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for. Thank you for this ask, it was really fun putting this list together! Shout out to all these very talented writers. There's plenty more, but I don't want to inundate you. If you want more recommendations at a later date, feel free to ask me again 💕💕

#definitely-not-indecisive #theneonghosts #fanfic rec #my recs #Spider-Man/DC crossover list

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Hi so i first found you through those Teacup tickle audios (not sure what happened to em but they wre very cute) and then i found the rest of ur blog and now i just follow u cuz ur actually just so sweet? Something about the way u draw is so soft and squishy and it looks like it smells like vanilla and its just awesome. Ur whole blog is just super sweet and supportive and I love it so thank u for putting it up in the world for all of us to see-FluffyPanda

Hi there! thank you!! that's so sweet of you to say!! i pride on making content that not only i can enjoy, but for others as well. this way i can make new amazing friends <3 i've made such wonderful friends on tumblr and i couldn't have been happier here.

in terms of the audios? yeesh... um- haha- the creator of those audios blocked me on discord out of nowhere, which was highly rude, sending mass paragraphs of nomad/christian bullshit, (i have nothing against those in religion but the way she did so was awful.) almost ruining kia for me, as well as wouldn't let me say my peace on the conversation (essentially ended our friendship in the worst way possible without letting my partner and i speak on it). she deleted every social media account she had, let alone blocked me on everything which absolutely shattered my heart as i don't know if ive done something wrong or not. and just up and dipped with out a trace. so unfortunately you don't find those audios anymore. thankfully i have saved them personally (like hell are you deleting that shit. i paid over 100 USD worth of commission work. i also am terrified to commission anyone else now because of what she's said and done.) so as far as i'm aware, i'm the last person with any known copy of them. i do not know if i have the right to repost them, even with credit? and even then because of all this, they're unfortunately uncannon and scrapped from the storyline. which is highly upsetting. they've kinda shattered my love for teacup and i don't use him much anymore. as he himself as a character was used in awful was during that conversation. hence why you don't see much of teacup tails anymore. i cant bring myself to listen to the audios with out being violently sick from heartbreak. my partner and i are slowly trying to rebuild its story as we speak.

i apologize to any teacup tales fans for the hiatus on the content. until i can safely feel like i can use him again, content of him is gonna be heavily scarce. i might post some soon? i don't know for sure. however im VERY grateful for those fans who came for the wonder folk but have stayed for the transition of kia. you guys mean a great deal to me <3 rant over! i apologize! this was kinda the perfect time to clear up why teacup and the wonder folk haven't been shown much since december. sum it up, i got used for hal and mary in terms of "you can still commission me but our friendship will now only be professional" ick. no ma'am.

anyways Hi! nice to meet you! and thank you for your sweet words <3

#sunny speaks #thanks for the ask #thanks for the ask!#sorry #that was a really long rant #i apologize. that creator broke the fuck outta my heart and hella hurt me.#i wont be saying anything else reguarding it other than ive disowned that person completely. i wish to be respectful. but at the same time #that was some bullshit.

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 7

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It is here my lovesss! The second post for this double post day! I really hope you all are enjoying the fic so far! Once again thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love and support! I love you all 💕 Happy reading!

A/n: Get your sun hats and sunglasses ready bestiessss! We are going to the beach 😎 Things are about to heat up 😉☀️🌴 Enjoy! 🍹

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cursing, description of hot naked torsos of men (If there are any that I missed please let me know!)

y/n/n: your nick name

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Today was the day you and Bri were going to bring Leia to the beach to hang out with Penny. You dressed Leia in a cute bathing suit, lathered her in sunblock and finished with a cute bucket hat. You put one of your sweaters on her so she could wear it in the mean time. You put on a black one piece that had cute cut outs to show a little skin. Then you added an oversized sun hat and a black sheer long skirt. You and Bri loaded the car with stuff for Leia to play with and a cooler filled with drinks and food. You drove to the beach and parked in the parking lot of the Hard Deck where Penny was waiting for you.

You got out of the car and greeted one another. Penny got Leia out of the car and carried her over to the sand while skipping. Leia was giggling as she bounced up and down with every skip Penny did. “Are you ready for some sand, sweetie?” Penny put her down.

Leia’s feet hit the warm sand and she did a little jump. “It’s a little warm.” She hopped around getting used to the sand. “Penny can you take off my sweater! I wanna make a sand angel.” She lifted her arms up.

Penny lifted the oversized jacket over Leia’s head. Leia laid in the sand and started to move her arms and legs to make an angel. She got up and pointed to her masterpiece. “Look!” Penny bent down and drew a little smiley face on the angel’s head.

Penny: “Okay, let’s dust you off before mom comes and sees you’re already covered in sand.” She laughed and patted Leia down. “Can you help me set up some towels, sweetie?” She handed Leia a Star Wars towel she brought for her and Leia squealed.

She hugged the towel and threw it in the air, “Thank you!!! I love it!!” She laid it down and Penny sat with her on the towel.

Penny adjusted Leia’s little bucket hat and pulled a plastic bucket with some little shovels from her beach bag. “Do you want to build a super cool sand castle with me, Leia?” She said while holding the shovels by her face. Leia smiled and nodded her head. Penny gave her a shovel and they started to fill the bucket together.

Bri invited Billy and Austin to come as well. They got there a couple of minutes after you two. They unloaded the car and went to go set up the umbrella, towels, chairs and ice chest where Penny and Leia were already starting to build a sandcastle.

Austin gave you a kiss on the cheek after he was finished setting up and you blushed.

Austin: “Hey, you look really beautiful in your beach attire.” He fiddled with part of your sheer skirt. He looked at you and you could pretty much see the hearts in his eyes.

You played with your skirt and tilted your head to look at him under your oversized sun hat, “Thank you, Austin.” You smiled just keeping it casual. You were still getting to know the sweet guy.

He nodded to you, “You’re welcome, y/n. I’ll see you around. I’m going to go take a dip with Billy.”

After Austin left with Billy to the water Bri ran over to you. She almost trampled you over. She threw her hands around you, “God girl he was basically drooling over you.” She bumped your hip with hers. She laid her head on your shoulder and you two watched the guys as they submerged into the water. “They’re so cute I swear.”

You gently pushed her head off of your shoulder, “Sis you're drooling on me.” You laughed and she pushed you.

You, Bri and Penny relaxed on the chairs and were tanning as the boys took Leia out to the water. Your hot skin felt cool and the sun was being blocked. Then you heard a familiar voice approach the three of you.

Mav: “Ladies.”

You lifted your sunglasses and hat and smiled up at Mav. “Hey Mav!”

Penny: “What are you doing here Pete?”

Mav: “The pilots that I’m teaching are actually going to come out here for some football today.”

You shifted you look to Bri and your eyes got wide. She looked at you and lifted her sunglasses too. She wiggled her eyebrows at you and leaned over. “Some hot aviators on the beach, say less girl.” She put her sunglasses back on and sat back to tan and listen to Mav.

You felt the butterflies kick up in your stomach and your body started to tingle. That meant Bradley was going to be here. You wanted to get up and gather all your stuff grab your daughter and run. Right as you sat up, Mav was already looking in their direction and flagging them down.

Mav: “Hey everyone! We will go and set up down there!” He pointed to a spot that was kind of far away from where you where sitting.

You peeked over your seat slightly and barely lowered your sunglasses. You searched the group of pilots and saw Bradley in the back talking to one of the female’s. He was showing her something on his phone. He was wearing a Naval academy shirt, some jean shorts, flip flops and his famous aviators.

You sighed in relief when they all started to walk over the other way, away from you. You turned back around to face forward. You looked out to see your daughter running up to hug Mav.

She gave him a big hug from behind. She was all wet, getting him wet. “Hi Mav!”

He looked under his arm to see your daughter hugging him at his hip. “Hey my little Jedi. How are you sweetheart!” He picked her up and gave her kisses on her cheek.

You smiled. “Jedi?”

Mav looked at you. “Yea like... Star Wars…”

You interrupted. “No… Mav. Princess Leia is not a Jedi.” You laughed.

He smiled back at you and shook his head. “Well I don’t know, y/n!” He laughed.

Leia yelled at looked at Mav. “I’m not a Jedi!”

Mav: “Okay what are you then, sweetheart?” He patted her belly.

Leia: “I’m a princess, Mav.” She frowned and pushed her forehead to his.

Mav: “I know you are a princess, sweetie. But how about you be my little Jedi warrior?” He poked her nose.

Leia: “Okay but then you’ll be…” She thought about it as she tapped on her chin, “My Papa Mav if I’ll be a COOL Jedi warrior.” She was smiling at Mav.

Mav narrowed his eyes at her and smiled. “Deal.” He poked her on her nose. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her down. “I’ll come back to catch up after work is done today ladies. Enjoy your time in the sun!” Then he jogged over to the group and waved bye to you all.

The boys came up to the area where you girls were sitting. They started to dry themselves and dress back in their clothes.

Billy to Bri: “Hey babe, Austin and I have to get going. We were gonna meet up with the guys.” He sat at the edge of her lounge chair dusting the sand off of his feet.

Bri: “Okay! Well thanks you guys for coming out for a bit!” She kissed Billy.

Y/n: “Yea thanks for coming out guys.” You smiled at Austin.

Austin planted a kiss on your head and they were off. Penny looked at you with a devilish look. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Penny: “Was that Darth Vader?” She was smiling.

You didn’t answer just stayed silent and she started to laugh. “God, I love you y/n.”

After you were all finished sun bathing, Penny played with Leia resuming their sand castle as you and Bri went for a walk by the shoreline. You walked by all the naval pilots that Mav came with hoping no one in particular would see you walk by. They had their own little set up. They had chairs out with umbrellas, some food and a radio that was blasting some music as they started to form the teams. You could see that Bradley was one of the team captains and the other was a tall blonde haired man with abs of a god. You watched as Bradley called for people on his team. Thankfully he had his back toward you as you walked behind him on the shoreline. You literally were inches from him. Your skirt grazing his leg. You got the slightest whiff of his cologne and your body tingled.

You leaned over to Bri, “He literally still smells the same.”

She looked at you confused, “What are you talking about?” She looked around, “Who still smells the same?”

You pointed over your shoulder to the group of pilots, one of which was Bradley. She was looking around and looked back at you, “Girl, what the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed loudly, “Bradley! Bradley Bradshaw! Our old roommate!” You were now walking further away from them. You turned to start walking up the beach, so now they were on the side of you but still far. You pointed him out. He was standing there with his team, still in his clothes from earlier. He had his hands on his hips as he was chatting with his team.

Bri stopped and pulled her sunglasses off. She studied the man you pointed out. You both stood there for a little bit. Bradley started to run up to their little set up. He kicked off his flip flops and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her jaw practically dropped, “NO FUCKING WAY THAT IS BRADSHAW, Y/N!” She looked at you in disbelief. She pointed to him as he started to stretch his arms out. You followed her finger’s direction and now your jaw hit the floor.

Your eyes got wide, “Holy fuuuuuuuck…” You said slowly as you admired his strong body. His shoulders were broad, he had freaking abs, his biceps were huge, his back so toned. You blinked a couple of times. You were stunned.

Bri pulled you to continue the walk, “There is no way that is Bradley.” You nodded at her. “The Navy definitely did that boy some good because holy HOT y/n!!!” She kept looking over at him.

You hit her arm, “Stop staring he will see us!” She pushed you away from her and kept looking. You started to pull her in a direction away from him, “Come onnnnn Bri.”

“He has the body of a thousand Gods, y/n! How could I not stare! He used to be…. Well not exactly like that when he lived with us.” She was still staring at him. She looked at you, “You should totally go talk to him!” She gave you a little push in his direction. You stopped yourself and ran to the other side of her giving her a death glare.

“I am not going over there. He’s working, Bri.”

You made it out safely and continued your walk. On your way back you walked away from the shore line more in the sand. You were walking by their set up and their radio was blasting, Take My Breath Away by Berlin. You could still hear the commotion coming from the group of hot shirtless men and women as one of them with glasses caught the ball and ran into the end zone. Everyone started to cheer for him.

Then there he was, glistening like a damn vampire in the sun. Picking up the one with glasses so effortlessly and putting him on his shoulders. God he looked good. His toned abs and his V line that peaked out a little because his shorts were slowly trickling down his hips. His arms bigger than ever and his pecks so full. He looked so good you started to feel yourself get flush. And it wasn’t from being warm from the heat. You were practically drooling at the sight of him. You could see his veins bulging out of his biceps as he held on to his teammate. He was yelling and cheering for him. The vein in his forehead was popping out slightly. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. He took your breath away. He looked so damn good, it was a crime.

Bri nudged you because she noticed you were heavily distracted and you looked at her, “Take my breath awaaaayyyyyyy.” She sang with the song as she mocked you. You rolled your eyes and looked back over.

He put the guy with glasses down and readjusted his aviators. He started to look over in your direction and you turned away quickly. You were hoping you were far enough for him not to notice you. You and Bri walked quickly back to your area. They continued to play football and you watched him from afar. You saw Penny doing the same as she lightly bit her lip as she watched Maverick.

You chuckled to yourself. “Is someone getting the googly eyes for a certain captain?” You smiled devilishly at her.

She threw her towel at you. “Not a chance.” And she looked back in their direction doing it all over again.

You continued to watch them play and Bradley threw the winning touchdown to one of the guys. He ran towards one of his teammates and jumped up to chest bump with him. As he planted back onto the ground, he did a little dance and your jaw practically fell and hit the floor. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life. You bit your lip and were in a daze until Mav came over and sat at the end of your chair.

You looked at him and he smiled at you. “Were you enjoying the view over there ladies?” He laughed as he put his shirt back on and adjusted his aviators.

You looked at Penny. “I know a particular someone who was enjoying one person’s view.” You smiled.

Mav: “Bradley’s?” He looked at you while he started to dust the sand off of his legs. “Your jaw is still on the floor, sweetheart.” He was laughing at you.

You slapped Mav’s arm and scoffed. “Not a chance, Mav.” You laughed.

Mav patted your foot, “I’m kidding y/n. I’m just teasing you, sweetheart.”

You shook your head at him, “mmmhmmm.”

Mav started to dust the sand off of his feet, “So you going to go talk to him, y/n?”

You sighed. “I don’t think I will today. I haven’t put too much thought into what I want to say to him.” You were being very solemn.

Mav looked at you and took a deep breath as he accepted your answer.

You continued to lay on your chair in the sun. You had your eyes closed. Then you heard an all too familiar voice.

Bradley: “Hey Mav, here are the balls. We are about to kick back and have some food.”

Mav: “Okay cool. Thanks Rooster.” He took the footballs from Bradley and placed them next to your feet.

Your eyes shot open you turned your head slowly away hoping he wouldn’t look at you.

He cleared his throat and lowered his aviators, “Y/n/n? Is that you?”

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IT'S FINALLY HERE!! BRADLEY HAS SPOTTED YOU FORREAL BESSSSTIES! How do you think this encounter with Bradley will be? What do yo think is going to happen? Oh my gossshhhhh!!! He's hereeeeee! 🤗 Brb I don't know how to act 🥹 I'll see you in the next! 💕

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i know you literally just did my request like yesterday however another idea came (cum) to me . write this whenever you feel like it love u SO! you know what football games are like in most households. cheeky pint of beer and whatnot. how about there's like a big football game going on and most of the boys are going over to like ash's house and wilbur invited you over to watch it with them and the entire time wilbur is just very loud and drunk but the minute he notices you're like overwhelmed or something he instantly goes all sweet and soft. like he'll turn to you, give your hand a quick kiss and say like "are you alright? are we being too loud? we can go home if you want?" and it's just wholesome fluffy fluff because we loveeeeeee himmmm thank youu

Football, with friends.

part of the PaP au :)

RHANKS JADE LOVE U SM THIS REQUEST WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE AND TOTALLY RELATABLE i’m not happy u made me not have reader as a spurs fan it would’ve been funny

artist!wilbur x reader as always

1.1k words super cute

mentions of alcohol, and anxiety but apart from that pure fluff!!!!!

wikbur is a cute boyfriend :)

it’s so bewildering you guys are loving this series so much it’s rlly cool and i’m so happy and proud and all of those positive words

England games. Arguably, the worst, and best 90 minutes of your life. You hated, and adored them. Wilbur had invited you over to Ash’s to watch one, you’d accepted obviously. It’d been just over ten months since you’d met Wilbur, seven and a bit months of you being officially together. You loved every second. You liked his friends, all the ones you had met anyway. What you hadn’t realised about Ash’s get together was everyone would be there; all of Lovejoy, Tom and most of Wil’s uni friends. You’d met them all individually, but never in a big group. Never watching football. You tried to push away any anxiety as you ran down to your now boyfriend’s car, he’d arrived to pick you up a few minutes ago. He honked his horn as he looked over to you, smiling like a maniac. “IM COMING, IM COMING!” you shouted in response, you quickly opened the door and hopped in.

“Hi dove.”

“Hi Wil.”

“Are you excited?”

“We’re going to lose.”

He laughed, looking at you. He gave your thigh a light squeeze, a soft sign of ‘oh well’. He turned his body to watch out the back window, arm on your seat to support himself. You watched the muscles in his arm shift, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He knew it drove you crazy, he thought it was sweet. “It’ll be fun, promise. We got cider just for you.” he said, foot pushing on the accelerator as he drove - you had left your flat’s parking.

“Beer is gross-“

“-Unless you’re drunk. That’s why we have cider, Tom said he’d drink it with you.”

“I feel like a child now.”

He laughed once more, so did you. Ash’s place wasn’t too far, you arrived in about ten minutes. And so, the chaos began.

The match hadn’t even started yet, you were all squashed onto a too small couch. Wilbur had sat you in the corner, his and your own knees pressed together and his arm wrapped around you. Everyone had already started drinking, the room felt a bit like a pub. Hot, and sticky - with football playing in the background.

Wil wasn’t really one for parties, especially when he had to drive. Although, the two of you had decided you’d drive home, whilst in the car, so he could enjoy the time with his friends. He’d been reluctant to agree to that, but you just wanted him to have fun. He’d sit off in a corner - probably clinging to you - whilst telling everyone little facts. However, he could get into football. You were sat in a room with mostly men, watching football. You could celebrate, get into the game, scream at the ref, even. But, Jesus Christ. Being in such close quarters to loads of guys watching an England game was almost like hell.

70 minutes, you were winning 2-1. They just got louder and louder, you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. You felt sick. The smell of beer really wasn’t helping the nausea. Your face had contorted into an anxious look, your leg started to bounce.

Wil noticed, he hadn’t noticed right away, but he had now. He wasn’t exactly sober, the second he saw your worried state his mind flipped. “Hey.” he whispered, voice no longer loud and boyish. It was sweet, genuine, and extraordinarily calming. His mouth was just above your ear as he whispered. “You alright, dove?” he questioned, hand rubbing up, and down your waist. “We being too loud?” he added, moving away your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Yeah. It’s loud.” you whispered back, turning your head to face him. His chocolatey eyes reflected concern, rather than their usual mischief.

“We can go home, if you’d like?” he offered, resisting the urge not to scowl over at his friends for upsetting his lovely sweetheart.

“Nono, it’s okay, don’t want to ruin your night.” you replied, smiling over at him. You had calmed down a bit, although your leg continued to bounce. Your eyebrows remained furrowed together too. Wil frowned and turned his head.

“Hey. Guys, I completely forgot I have a client I need to call. I’m really sorry. Y/n and I will have to head off now, can’t believe i forgot about this sale.” he said, speaking louder to get his friend’s attention. They all looked at him, Joe raised his eyebrow. He didn’t say anything though, you were grateful, you felt so incredibly guilty. Wil didn’t seem like he minded, he stood up and held his hand out for you. You took it, legs feeling a little shaky after how overwhelmed you had been. Waves, goodbyes and handshakes were exchanged as you left Ash’s. Each day you grew more grateful you had met Wilbur.

You sat down in his car, taking a deep breath. He was looking at you, his hand resting on your thigh. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice thick ,and sweet - as always. You nodded in response, hands on the wheel. You were calming down, you just needed a little push.

“Wil, can you- can you, um, tell me about what you’re working on right now. You’re painting.” you said, looking at him. Obviously, the whole situation had left you a little shaken. His voice was a distraction from the guilt, and anxiety.

“Yeah, ‘course I can. It’s a nice one. Not as nice as your portraits. But, still.” he said, smiling at you. You smiled back. “It’s a garden, y’know the butterfly garden in the park. Yeah? That one. Actually, funnily enough dove, you took the picture that’s my reference. Strange that, isn’t it?” he spoke, something so soft and delicate about his voice. His hand ran up, and down the length of your thigh, you took comfort in the repeated action. His eyes never left your face, reading your emotions like an open book. “Bit overwhelming, love?” he asked, tone soft once again.

“Yeah. I feel terrible though, you didn’t have to leave. Have I ruined your night?”

“Not in the slightest, any time I spend with you is time well spent. You couldn’t ruin anything, ever. Let’s go home then, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yours or mine?”

“Wherever you’d like.”

“Mines a mess at the moment.”

“To mine then.” he replied. Both of you had whispered that conversation, small smiles on your faces. Wilbur had decided that he needed to ask you to move in with him, soon. Very soon.

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