#there’s tons more but i don’t wanna overload

[twistedappletree]

Could I ask more about Jin Zihao? I love his look! I rarely see next-gen junior OCs in the fandom.

We need so many more next gen juniors honestlyyyy, like there’s so much about the juniors grown up and leading sects but where are their kiddos?!?!

Disclaimer that these details are subject to change as I write more, since Jin Zihao wasn’t created until I started ‘Letters Never Sent.’ All of this info is related to the storyline of my fic:

• Jin Ling found Jin Zihao on the streets of Lanling shortly after Jin Ling became a sect leader—around the same time that Lan Sizhui left to travel and cultivate with Wen Ning. Jin Zihao was 10-years-old at the time, with seemingly no knowledge of his name or family and Jin Ling decided to take him in as a disciple.

• Spending so much time with Jin Ling, Jin Zihao shows a proficiency for archery and hunts with Jin Ling every morning—though it’s created a bit of a rift amongst his peers, since they feel as though Jin Ling favors Jin Zihao (and honestly, he does). Because of this, Jin Zihao has experienced some bullying and ostracism from the other Jin juniors, some of whom think he doesn’t belong in the clan because he’s not a Jin by blood (not that they can prove it because JGS couldn’t keep it in his pants for 2 seconds lmaoo)

• Jin Zihao idolizes Lan Sizhui, even without having met him, because Jin Ling simply doesn’t shut up about him. In my fic, Jin Ling is angry at Lan Sizhui for leaving so abruptly and disappearing for 3 years with no contact—but his admiration for Lan Sizhui never diminishes and it shines through Jin Zihao, who’s entirely starstruck when he finally meets Lan Sizhui.

• Jin Zihao loves Lan Jingyi, and vice versa. Lan Jingyi was there from day one since him and Jin Ling became best friends, making Lan Jingyi an older brother/uncle-figure in Jin Zihao’s life. He also likes Lan Jingyi because he’s the “cool” brother who lets him get away with anything that Jin Ling might scold him for 💀

• Jin Zihao is an incredibly good kid, however. Doesn’t get into trouble, very respectful, a fast learner and endlessly compassionate. His curiosity sometimes gets him into difficult situations, which he definitely learned from Jin Ling, but he’s got Jin Ling, Lan Sizhui, and Lan Jingyi (and even Ouyang Zizhen) looking out for him always so he’ll always be okay.

• Jin Zihao has a tattered, wonky little cat plushie that he was clutching when Jin Ling found him—and even at 13-years-old, he always sleeps with it. Sometimes, he even takes it with him on night hunts as a good luck charm and claims it’s the only thing he has left from his parents since he remembers them giving it to him, which is the extent of his memories from childhood.

#there’s tons more but i don’t wanna overload #this is why i was laughing g that he turned out looking kind of like xue yang when i drew him #bc he’s so entirely opposite lmFAO #he’s a very happy and optimistic kid for everything he’s gone through #i like to think his courtesy name is paying a bit of homage to jin ling’s father #and JL’s reasoning for taking him in (other than it being the right thing to do) is because he saw so much of himself in Jin Zihao #and he didn’t want him to be without a family #answered asks #yunmengputang #jin zihao #tysm for asking btw????? #i’m so happy u find him interesting enough to ask 🥺🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍 #fic: letters never sent #mdzs oc #zhuiling family #found family

[mars-ipan]

honestly fuck it i’m just gonna self-dx w adhd

#like. i don’t super need accommodations for it #would they be nice? yeah #but tbh i don’t wanna try a shit ton of treatments at once #let me attempt lexapro first and see how much i get from it y’know #if that helps with the adhd symptoms then epic. if not then we’ll go from there #besides the amt of overlap between adhd/anxiety is actually crazy high turns out. #most of my symptoms exist in both #including ‘move. move. MOVE goddamnit get UP AUUUGH’ #so. yaknow #besides if i’m wrong oh nooo i learned coping mechanisms from a kind community oh nooooo #like. i’m sick of waiting for a doctor to tell me what i already know #the anxiety dx made me a lot more confident in my self-perception ngl #and tbh it may be all i need. my procrastination stems from fear #and i’m more prone to things like sensory overload and dissociation when i’m stressed #so like. helping the anxiety will help the adhd lmao #‘mars these symptoms don’t mean u automatically have adhd’ i know these are just some. also comorbidity is very vague and confusing #so like who give a shit. the venn diagram has a large overlap #and i have symptoms in both the separate categories and the ‘both’ category so

[twerkinirken]

UPCOMING INVADER ZIM CAST AND CREW Q&A - MY FORMAL CAMPAIGN TO MAKE IT LIVE STREAMED

Okay listen up y’all, this shits important

I found out that there is going to be a special event at The Frida Cinema playing Enter The Florpus followed by a Q&A (or All A as per Jhonen)

Obviously we cannot ask the cinema to stream a movie, and that’s not what is important but I contacted the cinema to ask them if it were at all possible to buy a ticket to livestream or record the event to show for a limited time.

The cinema seemed receptive! In the email they said Nostalgic Nebula is helping running the event so a quick Google search has given me their contact information as well. I am going to reach out via their email as well.

Now as we all know, numbers are important. Let’s all email and ask to have this become an online event. I am reaching out to all Invader Zim fans whether you be shippers, gore fans, soft fans, NSFW or SFW it doesn’t matter. No in fighting, don’t ignore it because you don’t like the blogs usual content. We all want this to happen. Now some guidelines I feel are important:

BE FUCKING POLITE

I cannot stress this enough, being rude is not going to make this happen.

ASK TO PAY FOR A TICKET

Money talks, no matter how many people ask they will be more inclined if we all say we are willing to purchase a ticket for a live-streamed or recorded event.

NO SPAMMING

Just send one email and reply as appropriating, we wanna overwhelm them positively and spamming “make it a livestream!” Is not only annoying but it could overload this, I’m assuming, smaller more local theatre. Don’t spam the cast, the crew, social media’s, for the love of GOD don’t spam Jhonen, he’s not in charge of this and if we annoy him about this he would demand it not recorded out of spite.

ASK FOR IT TO BE LIVE STREAMED OR RECORDED

Not every company is capable of live streaming events and could easily be overwhelmed or crash. Be sure to ask if it can be live streamed OR recorded, if they can record it and upload it for a limited time viewing that could be more accessible for them.

Here are the contact links:

I really want this to happen and I know there are tons of other fans who would love this too so please reblog this and share it around. Wow I never thought I would actively ask to have my post reblogged but I want this so yeah

#invader zim #iz #zim #dib membrane #enter the florpus #ZADR #ZADF #gaz membrane #professor membrane #Gir

[the-cannibal]

Slashers with an animal lover s/o

Gender neutral terms used - they/them, you/your

Bo Sinclair:

.Oh boy, he both finds it adorable how you love animals so much, and very annoying

.I mean, he already has to deal with Lester doing shit like bringing raccoons into the house, now he has to deal with you doing the same?!

.I mean he loves you! Don’t get me wrong! But if you try and hide a snapping turtle in the bathtub one more time because it “looked lonely” then he’s gonna hook you up to one of those kid leashes that some parents use to make sure their child doesn’t run off into trafic.

.Lester definitely encourages it.

. “Hey Les, have you seen Y/n?”

“Nope! Haven’t seen them all day.”

“Uh huh… so if I open the tail gate of your truck they aren’t gonna be in there snuggling with a baby deer?”

“…Y/N HES ON TO US RUN!”

Vincent Sinclair:

.He wouldn’t mind. As long as it don’t have rabbis or something.

.He has made so much art of you and different animals.

.Tell this man your favorite animal and he will make sure to make tons of art of it for you.

.just don’t bring them into the basement. We don’t want a repeat of last time… so… much… wax… everywhere…

Stu Macher:

.Oh this man loves animals too.

.You two would definitely go out into the woods by his house and catch little critters

.You two also sneak them into his bedroom (like bunnies and frogs)

.Ya’ll the type of people to call your animals your “fur babies”

.omg wait just imagine Stu is like sitting in class (not paying attention) and he just hears a light tap on the window, and he looks over to see you outside, covered in mud and holding a frog with a huge grin on your face.

.mans would definitely skip class just to go outside and look at the frog you found.

.”But babe, why are you all muddy?”

“Had to shimmy my ass down a log to catch this fucker!”

“WHEEZE-”

Billy Loomis:

.Im a strong believer that he is a cat person

.Im also a strong believer that that is the only animal he tolerates

. “Y/n get that thing out of here or so help me-”

“Okay okay! I’ll put it back!”

*They did not put it back*

.he would take you to animal shelters and zoos to let you look at and pet the animals.

.but he would then have to deal with you wanting to adopt every single one of them

. “No Y/n we are NOT taking home the alligator!”

“But Billy look at her! She’s calling out to me!”

*ANGRY ALLIGATOR HISSING*

Brahms:

.What is that thing Y/n is giving all their attention to? It’s not me? UNACCEPTABLE.

.Oh wait. It’s a little bird. Awww okay that’s kinda cute :)

.Wait why are they coming towards the house..? Wait y/N NO-

.yeah he keeps a close eye on you when you have animals ever since that day.

.but the big baby still gets jealous of them. That man is a brat for attention. Even if your holding a damn worm, that worm should be HIM.

Bubba Sawyer:

.Another animal lover!

.please show him any animal you find, his heart will absolutely melt and he will squeal in excitement

. “Bubba, Look! I found a little bunny!”

Cue Bubba making happy noises.

.I think because of his (beautiful gorgeous amazing) size he is scared to hold any animal, especially the small ones. He doesn’t wanna hurt the little fellas!

.but you help him through that fear!

“Here Bubs, just hold your hands like this… that’s it! Look at you! Ain’t you two just the cutest!

You’re making him a blushing, giggling mess Y/n

Michael Myers:

.No

.just don’t even try

.You will be lucky if any animal he comes across leaves with its life.

.sorry (Michaels not)

(Poly) The Lost Boys:

.Depends on the animal, they will either like it, dislike it, or love it.

.Marko is wary with animals you bring in the cave because of his birds.

.Dwayne finds it cute and will tell you any facts he knows about it. And will smile when you tell him facts back.

Also if you bond with Laddie with animals all of them are going to die of cute overload

.but let’s be honest, these big vampires would probably want to kill and eat most animals you bring home.

. “That’s a tasty looking deer there babe.”

“Paul I will rip you apart.”

.yeahhhh better only show them animals that they for sure won’t eat, like dogs and cats… but even then, keep an eye on them…

#bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #horrormovies #scream #vincent sinclair #x reader #billyloomis #halloween #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #billy x reader #stu x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #brahms x reader #the boy 2016

[sodascollection]

oohkay I wanna talk about jouno bc if I don’t rn I probbaky won’t ever bc your girl is always slightly embarrassed over something, especially her hcs

Gonna be pingpomging all over the place since this isn’t really for anybody else as much as it’s for me to rememebrr my hcs for once

+ definitely has sensory issues!!!! And experiences sensory overload!!!!

+ probabky can’t stand candles or anything with a strong scent [probabky why he gets pissy about tecchous food]

+ moreso a comparison until I write up tecchous stuff: both tecchou and jouno have sensory issues but like. Opposite ends of the scale. Tecchou is hyposensory(?? I forgot the word) while jouno is hypersensitive.

+ dyes his ends! About once every 2 months bc he can’t tell when the color washes out

+ no clue how popular autistic jouno is buuut autistic jouno <3 [I love projecting]

+ asexual + pan + he/him + trust

+ interesting relationship with his self worth and esteem!!!! it only gets more complicated post canon :3

+ delving into that! Before the doa plot being revealed to him, I feel like he would have pretty high esteem, but fluctuating worth! Not that he thinks about it much either way

+ post canon would have him questioning himself, and therefore setting up more walls for lack of an analogy, thereforeeee externally high everythung! Internally esteem stays the same, buut worth only gets lower :3 not that he acknowledges it :3

+ speaking of pre amd post canon: pre canon he definitely has his issues going on. Not that he particularly hates himself (not consciously atleast <3). But it takes him awhile to believe that he is capable of good

+ aaand post canon we are tearing that down: almost like akutagawa but without that huge devotion and needing to prove himself to fukuchi. Moreso! He has way less faith in his character and ‘goodness’, the one thing he was brought to the hunting dogs for was a complete lie! How’s he to believe in his own goodness now? Not that he doesn’t try, he will keep trying. If not for himself, then tecchou keeps him in check.

+ speaking of tecchou! Post canon definitely opens up opportunities for their relationship to develop in several ways

+ I feel like jouno would try to test the limits a ton, as much as he can in fact. ie getting on tecchous case way more, trying to agitate tecchou, threatening him a lot more, but never going as far as to actually act on those [he could never bring himself to]

+ maybe if he went particularly far that day and it’s late enough and he feels bad about it he’ll apologize, most of the time i doubt it

+ it’d take awhile for him to get normal again, even then fukuchis betrayal isn’t gonna be something he can just “get over” he’ll stand changed ever so slightly from it forever

+ ahhhh i love characters that feel they’ve been betrayed so they look at the world like its always on the verge of ending [jouno, akutagawa, and sigma my littles]

#soda lists #jouno saigiku #pls don’t yell at me i’m already nervous enough posting this to my writing archive #any updates will be rebloggged from this list

[fawntarot999]

Where do you need peace? 🕊🧿🤍

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, then pick a pile 🔮 don’t think too much 💋

Decks ~ The Herbiary Oracle, Tattoo Tarot, Rider-Waite Tarot, The Somnia Tarot, Tarot of the Cat People, The Medicine Woman Tarot

Pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them 🧿

Pile I ~ Wing

Rosemary, Lady’s Mantle, St. John’s Wort, 10 of Wands, 8 of Swords, Ace of Wands, 9 of Wands, 10 of Wands, Justice rx, Ace of Swords rx, Dancer (World) rx

You have been dealing with some heavy shit, Wing. You need to find peace in three areas that are connected to each other: remembering those you love, preparing mentally for the long lonely road ahead, and maintaining hope. You have to settle your mind on these efforts. I see a lot of imagery of your shine being stuck in a cage or behind bars. It’s like you shine so bright but you are so weighed down by the troubles around you that your light is trapped. Some of you could be in a relationship that is inhibiting you. You have a ton on your plate. You have been unintentionally left to carry everyone’s issues and you are wearing down quickly. I think perhaps for some of you somebody might have gone to jail or passed away and I can feel you carrying the burdens of others around you. Either way you didn’t get closure on a situation or justice isn’t being served correctly or something didn’t turn out the way it should have and feels like a cosmic joke. It feels like you are trying to find a way to remember those that were involved in this situation with you. You lost your rose colored glasses. Now you have to make peace with the cold hard facts and long road of life. You have to make peace with losing some people and carrying them with you energetically or symbolically. Physically, connect more with those you are missing if possible or connect with them energetically. For some of you, it’s asking you to let this connection go but remember the lessons. To make peace with unfair loss and remembrance, engage in a joyous celebration with dance and music and speaking that connects you to your loved ones and ancestors in the singular universe. Your guides and ancestors are reminding you that you are connected asf and to draw on that MORE. Tie yourself to them. They will be with you always. They will help remove the weight and create peace. You need to make peace with the fact that closure doesn’t exist and you have to find your own way of accepting and moving forward.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift, The Way by Kehlani, i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

Pile II ~ Bell

White Willow, Red Clover, Yarrow, Burdock, Death, Ace of Coins, Strength, Ace of Swords, The Hierophant, Sun rx, 6 of Cups rx, 8 of Coins, Queen of Cups, Healing (Strength)

Wow, Bell. I’m tuned into you. I’m sorry, I feel your heart is sore. I’m going to get on with the reading but I just have to say I felt a wise older woman or grandma like presence here in the reading, maybe somebody that recently passed away for one or a few of you but they were a kind, wise, bright shining person. They were connected. I see you are dealing with Death, Bell, whether literally or figuratively. You need a lot of peace. This coming Leo Full Moon is going to be a time for you to really go after what you want and get that peace inside. Bell, you are really hurting in your heart, either from a recent death or somebody leaving your life or you are hurting because the universe is pushing you to release yourself from being a workhorse and overloaded with meaningless jobs. The universe is asking you to care for your heart and center and ground yourself right now. It says “I know this is hard”. The universe is a teacher, not a babysitter. You may want to try and protect yourself spiritually or financially if you are planning on finding a new job or passion. You may tap into your social resources as well if you are hurting. It wants some of you to come into a different mindset: one of abundance in being yourself or showing your true colors. You don’t have to be scared. But it is scary because this is a very final type of cycle. There is no going back after this, life has been changed forever. Bell, please you are stronger than you know. You feel what lights up your whole body and feels right. Stop fighting what life is pushing you towards. This is pushing you to a new way of looking at your world and can even be a huge spiritual awakening for yourself. The Hierophant is a hard card. It hurts because it’s tough love. It’s when the universe keeps teaching you the same hard lesson over and over again until you fucking learn it. But once you do, it is a spiritual leveling up. In order to heal you must listen. This is happening because of two reasons: half of you have experienced some kind of loss of somebody or thing that was a bright spot in your life, even since you were a child. The other half of you have a deep passion or fire feeling in your heart that you have been denying by following the stable “work your life away” mindset of others on a lower plane. All of this is making you feel overflowed with too much emotion. Your heart has been through so much. But all of this emotion doesn’t feel bad. It feels like an overflow of love, passion, and kindness and sometimes we are in pain because of that. This is what you can do to move forward and find peace: To heal is to feel love and connection for yourself and everything else around you, even that which you cannot see. You have to take time to heal. You become stronger through boundary-less self love, Bell. What would you do to become connected and be happy?

Spirit Shuffle ~ It’s Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Sugar Honey Iced Tea by Princess Nokia, MAZZA by slowthai

Pile III ~ Eye

Marshmallow, Valerian, 9 of Swords rx, King of Wands, 5 of Cups, 8 of Wands, 3 of Wands, Justice rx, 2 of Cups, Harvest (Wheel of Fortune), Guide Card

Oh shit, Eye. You need to make peace with the fact that you’re standing in your own way right now. Face it. You’ve been overcome with negativity and rigidity and control lately. What you need is a little sweetness and a nap. You’ve got yourself wrapped up in energies that make you forget your connection to the whole. You feel like you need control, you don’t like losing, you focus more on your losses than your wins. And you move quick. For most of you this feels like just energy, but some of you could be hopping romantic relationships. You’re never satisfied. You feel this way because you’re always looking for more or better or newer or prettier. You feel like you are owed or deserve something. Or maybe you feel like something was ripped from you. Maybe something was ripped from you. Life still has to go on and you still have to be happy. When you can make peace with this, the universe will start giving back to you the love you pour into it. Things will work out but you have to pour the first cup. For some of you, when you let go of wanting more you will find a person who is your match. Life is nothing but chance sometimes. You have to hang on for dear life when you’re down and fucking ENJOY EVERY MOMENT WHEN YOU’RE UP. Enjoy what you’ve harvested. Find gratefulness and enjoyment. The cards are asking you to find harmony with the universe. You might want to try starting your day with a mantra that means something to you in the mirror like: “I am grateful for all that the universe gives me and I give love freely.” Anything that resonates with you. Stand up, Eye, and leave the anger and sadness on the floor. Find love and enjoyment in yourself.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Uproar by Lil Wayne, OK by Wallows and Remi Wolf, Here’s Where You Belong by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

Pile IV ~ Bluet

Mugwort, Rose, 8 of Coins, Ace of Swords, 8 of Wands, Knight of Pentacles rx, Sun rx, 2 of Pentacles, 8 of Cups, Strength, 6 of Cups, Devil, Exemplar of Stones (Queen of Pentacles), Balance (Justice)

What the fuck Bluet. My cards are literally screaming at me. What is going on with you. Balance, infinity? 8, cycles, what is going on. This means something to all of you in your situations right now. You might be having sleep issues or scary dreams or subconscious things coming up right now. You need peace in your dreams or subconscious. You might have mental health issues that you’re struggling with. You are operating in secret or silence right now, just for a bit. You’ve just ended or are about to end a cycle within yourself, Bluet. You’ve opened yourself. There are certain heavy and pulling cycles that have been blocking your third eye sight severely. This cycle could involve another person, maybe from childhood or even a present day lover. You’ve forced things open and left things behind. You deserve to be up for a while. Just know that you can stab through the center of a circle and it will still be intact. Some of you need to make peace with the fact that you have this cycle and others need to make peace that they need balance in their life and they press forward on everything. Money and work isn’t everything @ half of you, Bluet. You may want to look at finding a therapist if banishing these cycles is a really hard feeling for you to deal with. The passage of time is distorted lately. Everything seems distorted lately for you. Confronting all of this triggers something very scary for you. It’s like that fear instinct. It might be something from family or childhood fears that were instilled in you. The universe is asking you to find balance. So many circles, everything goes around comes around, cycles never ending. In order to find balance you must stop fighting time and entering the same cycles. You must sit and be abundant. Stop and dream for a second. Have the love and courage to believe them. You must accept what life gives you and learn to become your own mother. Leave that blockage behind and find balance in yourself. Jeez, sorry that was a little messy I was just getting a ridiculous amount of messages from you.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza by Mac Miller, Hu Man by Greentea Peng, Insecure by Jazmine Sullivan

[iknowplxces]

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you are special

#pinned post #hi

[vilsoo]

jes!! this is serious where should i start with the fnaf lore, yters to watch and everything… if you don’t mind 🏃🏽‍♀️

omg hi sin 💛 honestly i can’t remember the exact videos i watched years ago when i wanted the fnaf lore explained to me but i will try my best to find a good vid on it from youtube for you !! and to any of my fnaf mutuals, feel free provide helpful videos on fnaf lore as well 😚 i personally don’t wanna recommend mattpat for the sake of overstimulating ur brain with overloads of him talking nonsense 😭 some of his theories on fnaf lore are a bit accurate while some aren’t. if you wanna see the gameplay, i recommend coryxkenshin cuz he’s one of my favorite fnaf youtubers 🫣 also this is just a basic summary from me on what you need to know and some helpful resources and vids

• so we start off in 1967 where two business men— William Afton and Henry Emily— open a family friendly diner called Fredbear's Family Diner. they both have families. william has two sons and a daughter, the youngest being Evan Afton (traumatized kid intimdated by his father’s creations), and the middle child Elizabeth Afton (bubbly kid who is heavily fascinated by her father’s creations) and the oldest Michael Afton (has a hatred for his father AND evan afton, always pulls pranks on him with a foxy mask on). William’s wife is never present in the game, but is heavily hinted around the 5th game. there’s many theories about her and her identity but you really dont have to know about it since its kinda irrelevant to the lore LOL

• basically the afton family had to face the worst demise thanks to william afton, who takes thrill in murdering children and stuffing their bodies in his animatronics. his younger kids are dead because of his creations and michael had to suffer through their losses. so i’d say his trauma changed him completely from being a bully and accidentally killing evan to a sensitive, mature adult.

• henry’s daughter, charlie emily, also had to face the worst demise because she was one of william’s main targets. william killed her and left her to die in the back alley of the diner.

all i did was basically explain about the main characters. this isn’t even half of all the lore you gotta know !! but the way i understood the lore with animations was actually watching these minecraft music videos i found in 2020 LMAOOO 😭 if it helped me, it would probably help you too !! i also listened to tons of fnaf songs and looked at the lyrics going in depth of the lore. anyways there’s a lot more resources that can help answer your questions and youtube videos going over animatronic names, the games they’re from, the animatronics that are possessed with dead children, the timeline, the game order, etc. etc. now without further ado, here’s some links 🤍

• five nights at freddy’s full timeline this explains everything from the beginning until the timeline of the recent game of the franchise (security breach).

• the disconnected series by enchanted mob this is the “beggining” where everything happened. it’s a 27 minute “movie” of minecraft music videos together with the lore in order animated for you. also these fnaf songs slap hard asf don’t judge 😭 there’s also some comments under the vid that also give depth about what’s happening and explains some of the fnaf lore for you !! you can read along as you watch

• sister location animation this is also another animation video surrounding the death of elizabeth afton and how michael worked underground at a “sister location” of the pizzeria to undo all his father’s wrongs and forgive himself as well. sl gets talked about a lot because of cutscenes or dialogues revealed to us contributing to the lore compared to the first three games. also, even though this is the fifth game of the franchise, the story is what sets everything off.

i hoped this helped omg

#( ♥︎ ) — my love sin. #if anyone wants to correct me go ahead #pretty sure there’s a lot of good explanations out there #if u have questions just send them away <33

[spidine]

Honestly torn up on which of the Skill pitches I like most. There are a lot I like about each but then there also the gripes. Lemme get into them

I also really wish the skills weren’t so utility focused. I don’t think the game needs anymore utility. I’d rather have fun skills to train that are useless than really useful skills that are boring to train (and potentially make so much utility that they make other skills more boring). But I think the osrs team knows this and will balance around it best they can.

Taming has very strong appeal, a persistent animal companion would be a very cool system with a ton of upsides. Problem is all the potential headaches; having the right pet for a given activity, in game area becoming twice as crowded from people having companions. Like if they found a way to make it so having a pet isn’t totally meta defining and the game screen doesn’t get overloaded with player companions I could see myself voting for this one but rn it mostly seems like a lot of work for a few new tools.

Sailing obviously just…. Has so much being promised with it, like brand new in engine mechanics and zones. Mostly this one tempts me cause I wanna go to cool new places in the game world. The biggest horror is adding a moving vehicle to the game engine, and I don’t think players will like the reality of what that would look like in game because every dumb ass content creator’s mind has been running wild with this. I’m sure it’ll be better than bone voyage sailing but this seems like it would take the longest of any skill to make, and most of that work would hardly even be the skill itself. The jagex pitch just mentions “activities at sea” which are too vague for me, I know they gotta keep it top level at this stage but I need someone to walk through an actual gameplay loop so I know what’s in mind. To me finding new fishing spots isn’t sailing, it’s fishing on a boat, and fighting sea monsters is combat on a boat.

I think this sketch on the pitch gives me the most hope for what it could be. Like Sailing itself could be interactive and challenging like in Sea of Thieves, and through that sort of performance reaching a destination despite all the obstacles getting experience would make sense and feel rewarding. Also pirate content is fun.

Shamanism feels really compelling to me. As a skiller who wants to see more growth in the field ai think totems could work well in place of skilling prayers since they’d have no associated stats and would work off set durations. They could also have the added limitation of only working as long as you stay in the area they’re placed. But that’s conjecture since they haven’t decided on what totems do yet. I think the spirit world stuff sounds cool but otherwise the means of training could use more work. Also the Augment system would be a real non-starter I think. Like if it’s straight up wow style enchanting that’s an AWFUL idea, gear should be quickly recognizable and adding extra layers of buffing and imbuing gear is anti-fun. The only thing that would make like Augmenting is if it fundamentally changed the piece of gear, including visuals, but then that doesn’t seem like a specific skill would be needed to do that.

This stage is largely about the fantasy of the skills with more details later. So right now based on that I think I like sailing best with shamanisn close second and taming a further back third.

BUT

Here’s my bold idea….

Combine Taming and Shaman.

Hear me out.

While companions everywhere could be a pain in the overworld, what if you had a pet intended to help you traverse the spirit world. Instead of a tamed companion you could attune to a spirit guide, which would be a helpful companion in the spirit world. And doing certain tasks with the spirit guide could yield shaman xp.

THINK ABOUT IT.

#osrs

[hanayumi]

hi! im having the struggles of my life with my writing rn.

i was wondering how you got your writing to this good. what i mean is how do you use such descriptive words and sentences and still make the story so cool and creative.

HI THERE!!! ∠(　��-˙ )／✧

first of all i just wanna say, omg, this ask have been sitting in my inbox for AGES (maybe even years, oh god) and anon i really hope my reply finds you safe somewhere somehow!!! 😵‍💫

honestly, im not always satisfied with my writing too! like, it takes a reaaaally long time of editing, revising, and even rewriting before im truly ‘okay’ with putting anything out (as you can probably tell) — and even now i seriously hate reading some of my older works bruh

but that aside, i sat down and tried to compile a list of things i usually take note of. below are some tips that help me through the process!

when you first begin, you might start throwing in a bunch of flowery language etc. to ‘fancy’ everything up a bit (i was guilty of this lmao) BUT too much of a good thing can be bad too, so you don’t wanna risk wasting time on extensive, unrelated descriptions of things that you realise you didn’t have a purpose for in your story… so i think it helps to remember your end goal (by the end of this scene, what is it that you want to establish? what kind of emotion are you trying to capture with your writing?)

to give a concrete example on how: try tapping into the five senses! say i want to write about a creepy murderer in my house (just an example :p) and i situate my mc inside the closet. how do i convey their terror? fear? i would write about their lack of vision — the sheer darkness of the closet. maybe the smell of clothes detergent filling their nose. the muffled creak from down the hallway that makes their heart jump to their throat. adding realistic details increases immersion & absorbs the reader into the story. try to imagine yourself as the characters — what would you experience, feel, see, hear, smell etc.?

of course, this should be done in moderation so you don’t overload the reader’s senses lol ^

secondly, whenever possible, try to play around with your sentence structure. what do i mean by this? short sentences & long sentences both have their own effect (it sounds rly obvious, but it’s important to keep in mind while you write so you don’t lose sight of the progress, or the tone of your writing). when i write, i try to keep a natural flow of sentences (double-checking by reading it aloud in my head) so it doesn’t sound awkward. and of course, this is just my style of writing, but i like to include tons of what is called ‘free indirect discourse’, because i enjoy writing exclusively from a chara’s point of view. (it’s when your character’s opinions and thoughts seep into the narrative, so in this regard it makes it easier to convey their thoughts/feelings about the subject matter)

^^ there’s a famous quote by gary provost worth checking out about the varying ways to utilise long, short & medium sentences. that way, even when you’re throwing in abstract ideas / descriptions, it rarely gets bland or vapid to read :^)

but the best advice i can give you that most people will agree with is to read!! read more! find your favourite authors; what about their writing do you adore? is it their word choice, the clever way they utilise dialogue, the flow of their sentences or the creativity of their plot? there’s definitely merit in identifying these points! then you can apply them to your own writing (not copy, but take inspiration from! there’s a huge difference)

that’s about all i can think of off the top of my head. in the first place, i’ve only now started finding my motivation for writing after a looooong slump 😭 hopefully i can get back into the rhythm of it soon!

if you’ve read this far, hopefully you found it useful! ☺️ just keep in mind that just as every writer’s writing style differs, my advice is completely subjective too! hang in there!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

#✏️; chiyu answers #take care & drink lots of water glugglug

[harrywritingsbyme]

Puffy Little Peach

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I’m OBSESSED with this concept…like to say it’s hot would be a complete understatement!! There’s also no real plot to this one...just some hot shit with Harry and Y/n😋😌So I hope it doesn’t suck ass and you guys actually like it…enjoy🙃

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“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, now completely stopped in his tracks, focusing in on the sight in front of him. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, his mouth was on the verge of spilling over from how hard he was beginning to salivate, and his cock was rapidly swelling in his pants. Why was Harry like this?  Well, there were many layers and reasons as to why Harry was going into sensory overload right now. But the short and sweet answer to that question, the common ground for all of said reasons, would be you. 

But here’s the not so short and sweet answer...

For starters, you were just minding your own business and relaxing in bed. You’d taken care of everything that required your attention for the day and you were just taking some time to relax, and do absolutely nothing. You were all nice and comfy in the soft and plushy sweatshirt and sweatpants set you’d gotten a couple weeks ago and had fallen head over heels in love with, and you were cuddled up with one of Harry’s pillows. Since he was taking care of something’s himself, the pillow was the best thing you were going to get for the time being. Now while you were just lying in bed and embracing all comfy and cozy of it all, you were mindlessly scrolling and clicking through your phone, you watched a little tv at some point, and you even got a little nap in. You were very much so relaxed and not doing a single thing the way you intended. That is, until Harry finished up with everything he had to take care of before coming upstairs to find you. 

And once he did...your stint of doing absolutely nothing came to an end. Well, sort of. 

When he first stepped foot into the room, you didn’t even realize that he’d come in. Not only was your back turned away from bed door, but you also had the volume on your phone turned up a bit so you couldn’t exactly hear him either. But when you felt the end of the bed dip, you immediately turned your attention in that direction to spot Harry’s newfound presence in the room. You don’t hesitate to drop your phone and take your earbuds out, and Harry doesn’t hesitate to bypass crawling up the bed and lying next to you, and go straight to crawling up the bed and on top of you. Like he wastes absolutely no time at all. 

And at first it was all cute and sweet. Harry was on top of you, sponging little kisses on your lips and all over your face and neck while he lightly tickled at your sides. You couldn’t stop laughing and squirming below him, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he continued to kiss and tickle you. Harry loved giving you all the attention in the world and just making you laugh, so he didn’t intend on stopping for a good little while. Whenever he let up on the tickles and stuck to just kissing you, you thought that you were in the clear. But he’d pick right back up and start tickling you again, leaving you to fall right back into a fit of laughter beneath him. Eventually, after a series of “my stomach hurts” and little tears streaming down your face from laughing so hard, Harry finally let up.

The two of you then proceeded to talk about your days and all, ever once in a while stopping, mid sentence by the way, to kiss each other. These stops were often initiated by Harry and would last a couple minuets if he was able to successfully wrap you up in and just melt you into the kiss. And about 99.999% of the time, he was in fact successful. You just couldn’t help but melt into them. They were so soft, yet firm if that made any type of sense. Like while he gingerly moved his lips against yours, he still managed to reaffirm his control over the kiss. Not to mention the way he held you the entire time. Whether you two were talking or kissing, he always had his free hand cupped around the side of your waist underneath your sweatshirt. He’d either just hold you there, or he’d squeeze you a little, or smooth his hand across your soft stomach, occasionally dipping his fingertips just below the waistband of your sweats.

Now given the fact that Harry was in fact himself, the cute and fluffy little atmosphere surrounding you two was quickly (but not too quickly) scrapped and turned into a full on hot and heavy one. You were no longer pushing back the curls that fell in his face when he lifted his head back up from your neck or from kissing you. Instead, you were pushing your fingers up into the curls that were at the nape of his neck as he pushed his lower half against yours. You welcomed the feeling of Harry’s tongue gliding against yours and exploring your mouth. You two were swallowing each others moans as you kissed, barely parting from each others lips to catch your breaths.

“Y’just so pretty.” He’d softly moan against your lips every once in a while before continuing to kiss you. And as he did this, his hand that was once sitting at your waist, began to wander up your shirt. As he does this, he discovers that you’re not wearing a bra, meaning that your supple breasts were bare and able to be played with immediately.

And for Harry, immediately, meant immediately. Harry was quick to cup the soft flesh in his hand, causing you to let out a string of moans into his mouth. Feeling his large hands around you all of a sudden caused a shiver to run up your spine and goosebumps to spread across your body. Along with kneading at your ample breasts, Harry also brought his forefinger and thumb to your now pebbled nipples to pinch and roll them around a little. That sensation alone sent even more chills and goosebumps across your body, and it caused your panties to dampen even more. After giving all of his attention to only half of your chest, Harry adjusts himself on top of you in a way that would allow him to play with both of them at the same time. Unfortunately though, he wouldn’t be able to lick into your mouth the way he was before. Which prompted you to let out a little whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. But you weren’t too upset with that since Harry definitely made up for it in the way he played with you afterwards. 

After simply toying with your other breast in the same way he did the first, Harry brought his mouth into play. He got rid of your sweatshirt that was already pushed up as high as possible to expose your chest, leaving your upper portion entirely bare. He then proceeds to lay between your legs, and wrap one of his hands around one of your breasts before taking the other into his mouth. If you two weren’t in that much of a rush or a rush at all, Harry always took the time to mouth at your chest. He was absolutely obsessed with stuffing his mouth with your supple breasts and just sucking on them. He also loved sucking on your pert nipples. He loved to suck on them and even lightly bite down onto them if he wanted to make you moan even louder. Which speaking of moans, you and Harry’s moans never stopped. Harry’s were quite muffled due to the fact that his mouth was full at the moment and yours were the exact opposite. They were filling the room and beautifully ringing into Harry’s ears. Following the same pattern as before, once he’s done mouthing at one side, he moves to the other. Again, the two of you continuously moaning, you from the sensation, and Harry from the sheer enjoyment of it all. 

Once he’s all done with your chest and is ready to move on to the lower part of you, Harry begins to kiss down your body. Instead of starting at your chest, he comes back up to your lips to sponge a few kisses onto your lips and to lick into your mouth a little before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your throat, and to each of your nipples, taking a moment to suck on them a little. He then leaves a kiss on the area between your breasts before continuing on his journey down your body. He leaves a ton of kisses along your midsection, taking the time to appreciate your body. 

To say that Harry was obsessed with your body would be a bit of an understatement. Harry loved every single inch of your body. If it was on you, Harry loved it. He wished you just walked around the house naked so that he could see all of you all the time. Harry would literally die for you and your curves. He was absolutely in love with your rounded figure and if he was given the platform to express how much he loved your figure, he was going to make sure he did it. Whether it be by means of constantly touching or squeezing you, whispering into your ear about how amazing you looked and how bad he wanted you, bringing one of your hands to the front of his pants so that you could feel just how hard he was from just staring at your body, or just worshiping your body like he was kind of doing now. Along with his kisses, Harry sang your praises and just gushed all over you, he would even bite at the flesh of your stomach a little. Your body was just so soft and it was like he became a puddle whenever he touched you. And a bit of a horny teenage boy.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, Harry quickly sits himself on his calves between your legs so that he can “properly” pull your pants down. 

“Wanna unveil your lower half baby.” He explains, hooking his fingers into  both sides of the waistband of your sweats. 

“Whatever you say Harry.” You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at how serious he was when it came to getting you naked. In response, Harry quickly pops the elastic against your skin before hooking his fingers back in. He then beings to ever so slowly pull your sweats down. He makes it about halfway down your thighs before he’s stopped in his tracks all together. 

“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, completely taken aback by the sight in front of him. Not to say that he was upset with it or anything. In fact, Harry was mesmerized at the sight. Now along with your beautiful, perfectly rounded figure, you also had something just as beautiful and rounded going on between your legs. The area between your legs was absolutely amazing and perfect to Harry. 

He loved to cup your fleshy mound in his hand at any given time. If you two weren’t cockwarming at night, he’d always have a hand in your panties holding your plushy cunt in the palm of his hand. Even if he’s driving, Harry would either be holding your hand or cupping your pussy because of how plushy and soft and plump you were. That’s why he loved when you wore dresses or skirts. Even though he didn’t mind undoing your pants if it meant getting to your cunt, he definitely preferred having easy access to you and being able to just hold you in his hand. Harry also loved it when you wore leggings. Like not only were your delectable curves on display, your puffy peach as Harry liked to call it was also on display. It didn’t matter if you wore panties or not, there would always be a defined outline of your pussy through the material. Along with the overall rounded shape of your mound, he was also able to see where your fleshy folds met. And it was even more defined when you decided to tease him and not wear panties when you joined him for a workout. At one point, Harry had to take your out to buy more leggings because he’d be so turned on that he’d tear a hole in the crotch area and just fuck you right then and there. Harry was never, nor did he ever want to, kick his obsession. It was just never going to happen. 

“They were the only ones I had before doing laundry. Plus they’re not exactly uncomfortable.” You say, explaining why you had such a pretty and tiny thong on, breaking Harry right out of his perverted thoughts. 

“I just wanna take a bite outta you.” Harry groans, completely disregarding your explanation (which he thought was actually adorable…like you actually felt the need to explain, to him of all people, why your pussy was bursting out of an itty bitty thong) and feeling his cock twitch in his pants. The thong wasn’t doing its job of covering you in the front at least, if anything, it was being swallowed up by your fleshy cunt. “Such a pretty little pair of panties.” Harry sighs, staring at how your amazingly delicious and juicy cunt as he loved to describe it, was practically bursting out of and engulfing the thong you had on. “Can you um- lets just get these off of you first.” Harry says, changing his direction to you and quickly helping you out of your sweats before tossing them somewhere behind him. He also pushes your legs further apart, only making the panties even more useless when it came to covering your cunt, and in turn, giving him an even better view. “Now I want you t’pull them up from here baby.” Harry instructs, reaching out to pull one of your hands that was lying on your stomach down to the top of your panties to show you from where he wanted you to pull. After he does this, you follow his direction, tugging your panties up a bit, causing them to move further up between your folds.

By now your lips were fully exposed on either side of the sting of fabric that was practically inside of you at this point. Upon seeing this, Harry couldn’t help but to reach down between your legs and pinch the two fleshy lips between his fore finger and thumb. You were so soft, plushy, and sticky between his fingers. And Harry couldn’t help but to play with you a bit. As he continued to squeeze you between his fingers, your mind was racing. On one hand you had Harry obsessing over you and just worshiping you, which never failed to make you all blushy. And then on the other hand, Harry was touching you and was completely entranced with your body, which made you incredibly needy for him. You were fighting with wanting to snap your legs shut from how exposed you were for him, and with wanting him to touch you even more. And on top of all that, you were fiercely tugging your lower lip between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back the little moans that were threatening to spill out from how much you enjoyed the way you were being touched. But you couldn’t help but to let out a little yelp and moan when Harry pushed one of his fingers in between your lips to pull the sizable portion of your panties that had been engulfed by your pussy back out and to the side.

After squeezing, poking, prodding, and obsessing over your pussy a bit more, Harry finally removes his hand from between your legs(and the other from his pants). He then glides his hands up your thighs, to which he gives a good squeeze because he just can’t help himself, and he brings his hands all the way up to your hips where the bands of your panties were resting. The sight of the elastic slightly digging into your soft and fleshy hips alone was enough to make Harry of wild. He hooks his fingers into the thin bands before pulling them down from your hips and off your body, leaving you completely bare and spread before him. He’s quick to toss the panties in the same direction as your pants from earlier, immediately bringing his focus back to you once the last piece of your clothing was completely out of the way. 

“Have I told you how stunning you are?!” Harry randomly asks, taking a moment to take all of your now fully naked body in. Before making another move, Harry just had to sit back and look at you. 

“I think you have at just about every moment you could possibly find.” You softly reply, fighting the intense urge to snatch up one of the pillows next to your head to cover your face.

“Well I’m just gonna say it again…” Harry begins, slowly lowering himself on top of you, bringing himself up a bit so that his face could hover over yours. As he momentarily lays himself on top of you, you could feel his very hard cock pressing right into where your lower stomach and the upper portion of your mound began. He was pressing right into where you were feeling the most pressure, and he was so close to where you needed him the most. “And again, and again, and until I can’t say it anymore.” He continues, bringing his face down to yours, and pushing himself into you a tad bit harder. “You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, looking you right in the eyes as he uttered every word. Harry then brings his mouth to yours, locking your lips in a kiss that was filled with passion, adoration, and lust.

As Harry kissed you, his tongue explored your mouth and his hands explored your body as if they’d never done it a thousand times before. You could feel his hands moving across your entire body. They started at your chest, fondling your supple and ample breasts again and rolling your pert nipples between his fingers. His hands then traveled down your sides, using his grip on you as leverage a bit to rut himself against you, receiving some of the mounting pressure in his cock. Harry pushes his hands further down your body and right between your legs. When he hears  a muffled little whimper escape your mouth, Harry decides to tease you a bit and slowly glides his hand down your mound, wanting you to beg him a little. And that you did, whenever he’d stop his hand from going further, you’d immediately whine into his mouth and buck up into his hand, causing Harry to chuckle against your lips at how needy you were before continuing on. Eventually, after he’s had is fair share of teasing you, Harry brings his hand down to your folds and pushes two fingers in between. He drags them up and down, starting at the very top near your clit, and pushing them all they way down between your lips and to your entrance where he slightly nudges with his fingertips. As he does this, he focuses in on your entrance and your clit. Whenever he came back to your clit, he’d start circling your clit and the sensitive area right underneath it and would not let up. Like you’d be moaning up a storm and squirming underneath him and he’d still be working in your clit. Your sensitivity was already heightened after everything that went down before he even started toying with your clit, so to have him barely letting up on your incredibly sensitive button was a lot for you to handle.

But after a little while longer, Harry finally lets up on your pussy and brings his kisses down your body for the second time, only this time, he keeps his eyes trained on yours as he sponges wet open mouthed kisses along your body. When he makes it back down between your legs, there isn’t a second to spare before Harry begins mouthing at your cunt. He’d been dying to do this since he first pulled down your pants to discover your cunt bursting out of that thong of yours. Your cunt was already so plump and juicy against his fingers, it felt ten times as plump and juicy against his mouth. He was in heaven as he mouthed at your cunt. For the first couple of minuets, all he could do was suck on the fleshy lips of your pussy, loving how thick they were. He even went as far as to pinch them together between his fingers and just suck them into his mouth and lick in between them. Harry then pushes your legs up a bit before resting his forearms on your spread thighs (this also helps for when you try to snap them shut when it got to be too much) and brings his hands in to pull your fleshy cunt apart to really expose all of you to him. And in no time, his mouth is attached to your clit. One minute he was harshly sucking on your clit, and the next he was slowly sucking on you and lapping his tongue back and forth against your clit. As he sucks on your button, Harry couldn’t help but give in to his body; he starts to grind himself down into the bed, trying to relieve the intense throbbing in his cock. He was beyond turned on and he couldn’t help himself. He loved having your body on display and he loved being able to play around with and pleasure you. And then to see your delicious cunt bursting out of those so called panties?! He was definitely in need of a release. And so were you. 

With all of he built up need and pressure and sensitivity, on top of the fact that Harry was practically moaning into your clit, it was nearly impossible for you to hold yourself from letting go. And because Harry had become an expert on your releases, he could sense this in the way your moons had turned to whimpers, you were fighting to close your thighs even more, and you hands were wound even tighter in his hair. To make you go even crazier, Harry let go of one of your lips and brought his now free hand down to your entrance where he began to push one of his fingers in and out of you. He then began to slobber and suck even harder on your clit, making it pretty much impossible to hold back any longer. And with that, Harry had you squirting all over his face and the bed. As you let go, Harry doesn’t let up on your clit or your entrance. He keeps fingering you and flicking his tongue back and forth on your button, and he keeps moving his finger in and out of your tight little entrance. Once your release had come to an end, you began thrashing against Harry, needing to take a little break before going any further. He can hear you whimpering that you can’t take anymore but he doesn’t let up. He was so close to his release and he couldn’t stop just yet. To help you out a bit, he eased up on your clit a bit and began to lick all of you and sucking on your lips again until he came. Not too long after you reached your climax, Harry began to feel his rumbling even louder in the pit of his stomach. Eventually becoming so loud he couldn’t ignore it, nor hold back anymore. His hips and mouth came to a halt, and he let completely let go. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Harry loudly groans, feeling his warm cum involuntarily spurting from the head of his cock and into his pants. He just couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt, looked, and tasted too good for him to hold himself off anymore. The fact that he didn’t cum already was an accomplishment in itself. Just hearing him moaning and cumming between your legs sent shockwaves to your clit and through your body. 

Once he’s all done Harry stays between your legs and rests his head on one of your soft thighs, taking a moment to recover from his intense release, even though he was still very hard. After about ten or so minutes of just lying there and recovering from those earth shattering releases, Harry finally musters up enough energy to go again and take care of his cock once more. 

“Wanna go again sweets?” Harry asks, breaking the silence as he reaches over to softly squeeze at your equally as soft thigh.

“Don’t think I can...that one was a lot.” You mumble tiredly. “I just got feeling in my legs again.” You continue on. 

“I’ll do all the work baby.” Harry whines, trying to get you to cave. “Then I’ll let your pussy rest.” He offers. 

“Okay fine...you better be glad I want you inside anyways.” You agree, making sure to give him a little attitude. 

As soon as he hears you agree, Harry springs up from your thigh and immediately instructs you on how he wants you. He’s quick to help flip you onto your front, and help get a pillow up underneath your hips. And again, before going any further, Harry takes a moment to appreciate your body. This time, taking the time to gawk at your ass and your thighs. When it came to his favorite positions, Harry’s top position would be you lying on your front. Mainly because he can really pound into you from this angle, but also because he gets to watch your ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust. He loved watching the soft flesh move back and forth with his movements. Plus he loved being able to almost ride your from behind. And he also loved having to pull your ass apart to really see his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck Y/n, I can see your sweet and plump little peach from back here.” He groans. Harry would never get over the sight of your puffy little pussy between your fleshy thighs and ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck you and have all of his creamy and sticky cum pooling between your plump lips. The simple thought of that caused Harry’s cock to twitch, signaling to him that he needed to be inside of you immediately. Harry swiftly moves on top of your thighs, lifting himself up a bit to line himself up with your entrance, or at least what he could see from behind. He then nudges his cock past your outer lips to actually align himself with your entrance. When he does this, Harry could hear the sort of creamy sound of his cock pushing past all of your delicious flesh and juices to push inside of you. And then Harry finally begins to sink into your pussy, slowly filling you to the brim with his cock.

“So big!” You mewl, feeling the slight sting from his girthy shaft forcing your walls apart to fit. No matter how many times he’s pushed into you, this feeling would never change.

“Gotta have a big and thick cock for this thick, yet incredibly tiny pussy of yours.” Harry groans, pulling your ass apart to watch his cock disappear into you and feeling your narrow walls stretch to fit his cock. 

Once he’s all the way inside of you, Harry is quick to tighten his grip on the flesh of your ass and begins to piston his hips into you from behind. Thrust after thrust he fucks his cock into you, making sure you feel every last inch and every last stroke inside of you. Both you and Harry were moaning uncontrollably, the both of you still very sensitive from your first releases. You were letting out a perfect mix of cries, moans, and whimpers, every once in a while muffling them by biting into the sheets below you. Unless you asked or begged for it, Harry wasn’t going to go easy on you. So you weren’t surprised with his rough, and very pleasurable thrusts.  They felt so good that you were even becoming a bit lightheaded. This feeling only intensified when Harry laid down on top of you with his mouth right at your ear, whispering the filthiest things and growling into your ear. He was going on and on about how good your pussy was gripping his cock and how he couldn’t wait to make a mess of your insides with his second load cum. He also couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how puffy your little peach was and how he absolutely loved playing with it. Harry felt like he was in cloud nine. He had his cock buried deep inside your pussy, you were falling apart on him, and he got to listen to your sweet moans, whimpers, and cries along with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs, and the wet sounds of his cock fucking your pussy. 

Because he was so turned on and desperate to cum again, it wasn’t longer before Harry could feel his second release bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. His hips became a bit staggered as he continued to fuck his cock down into you. He could feel you tightening up around him too and since he wanted the two of you to cum together, Harry pushes a hand down between your body and the bed to squeeze at your fleshy upper mound before pushing it further down towards your clit. 

“Y’cute little button is buried underneath all your meaty pussy baby.” Harry growls into your neck, quickly unearthing your clit and immediately circling it around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “Want you t’cum with me baby!” Harry grumbles into your ear as your whimpers intensify. “Can y’do that f’me sweets?” Harry coos, his tone completely juxtaposing the way he’s harshly rubbing at your clit and slamming his hips down into you.

“Mhm! Wanna cum with you!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar and overwhelming feeling that came along with your releases. 

“You can do it baby, let go with me!” Harry pants, not being able to hold off any longer. He delivers two final thrusts into you before exploding inside of your warm cunt. And you’re not too far behind, cumming seconds after Harry. You end up squirting for the second time, completely letting go and ending up completely worn out. Harry too was completely worn out with this release milking him for everything he had. It didn’t help that your walls were contracting and quite literally milking his cock. 

But Harry could care less, he’d end up doing just about anything when it came to your puffy little peach. 

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[bakugohoex]

“really? you wanna have sex…. here? now?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (spanking, choking, degradation, nipple play and fucking), language, alcohol and kissing

word count: 2100+

information: impatient collab masterlist hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this little one shot and read all the other works that are in the collab masterlist up above

summary: in which you arrive at a pro hero event and with bakugo unable to keep his eyes off of you, you end up doing a lot more than catching up and drinking with your friends

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Stars enchanted the night sky, lust filled the air, you could almost see the sparks come from the enormous building. Streets were bombarded with black sleek cars, the twilight glint grazed across the flashing of cameras, one by one pro heroes flooded to the event. The only one Bakugo saw was you, both arriving separately, the suit fitted him perfectly but his eyes, god those scarlet eyes couldn’t keep off of you.

It was obvious to other pro heroes of the relationship, the heart eyes that filled him, the softness he seemed to get when looking at you, the longing eyes. He was a kid in love, and even after all these years it felt like seeing you for the first time.

The red dress clinged to your figure, thin straps encasing your shoulder. Bakugo would’ve stared longer if it wasn’t for Kirishima pushing him to the side “oi shitty hair.” He scowled but even then his gaze never left yours, catching you give a small lingering gaze to his own body.  But you turned to quickly follow Mina who had grabbed your hand, cameras continued to flash enthusiastically once inside. It was blinding, one photo after another with the people you worked with, but then he came.

“Ever so pretty aren’t you.” You could almost feel his grin etch onto your body.

The way the cameras had fallen in love, flashing multiple times at the two of you. His arm resting on your back it was a comfort of lovers in a public place. Your own arm touching his back, he could feel your soft fingers skimming up and down. It made him take a sharp breathe before giving a smirk, you played innocent, not a single word having been uttered between you two.

You noticed him look down at your shorter frame, the boy who had grown since your UA days had become more than you had ever thought. The sex appeal that he presented alongside with his hot-headed confidence made you swoon. His fingers lingered grazing the exposed skin at your back, it was sensitive but made you fluster.

His mouth went to your ear, it lingered bringing a soothing comfort you had missed, his hot breath fanning your exposed jaw. He had thought about every single thing he had wanted to say to you, how gorgeous and seductive you looked. But he didn’t, you heard him hum before departing from your ear. He had been eyeing your neck waiting to bruise it up but all he could think was how if he could, bend you right in front of the cameras and give a show to the world.

“Y/n.” Mina squealed grabbing your soft fingers, taking them running past multiple other pro heroes who were being shouted at to pose.

Her fingers were soft and Bakugo was left standing alone and silent, he grinned and looked forward watching how your body moved along with the dress. He wanted to grab you and whisk you away but the soft intimate movement you both had had would not occur again tonight. To let both you be seen, privately, touching each other, everything would be uncovered.

Greetings between your old classmates occurred, but even then, your eyes couldn’t leave the blonde. The suit fitted him perfectly, extenuating all his features, you seethed, embarrassment hitting at how easily you got turned on by him. His shirt was just a little too tight, the unbuttoned jacket letting his abs indent through the thin white shirt. Even his trousers encased his thighs, sitting down had done nothing but turn you on.

Your eyes filled with lust, rubbing your thighs together, all you wanted was to ride his rough thighs, cum all over them and then cum right on his veiny cock. He noticed your eyes shift and even with you silence between your friends, he noticed only you.

He knew you were riled up, knew how you tried to stand straight but could see how you trembled a bit, he noticed your fingers on your thighs. His outfit having done on a number on you, but who was to say he wasn’t riled up himself.

He knew you’d want to wait; knew he’d ravage you when you both arrived home. But under the yellow lights that provided warmth, he could see the beauty in you and that was what really turned him on. “Y/n they’re passing champaign we need to get a ton.” Mina buzzed already half drunk, you nodded still being quiet. Your thighs and core rubbing against one another made you tense, and you were scared a low muffle might come out and show Bakugo how much you craved him, lusted for him.

He stood up without a word, nobody questioned it, already expecting a grumble back from the man who had just been annoyed with Kirishima for taking his drink. You noticed the smirk and, in an instant, knew he was planning something that was definitely not going to end well. The event hadn’t even started and yet he was hurrying of, “Y/n you’re quieter than usual, you missing Bakugo beside you.” Kirishima mocked, raising an eyebrow at the boy before speaking.

“I had a long day today.”

At the sound of those words, Denki in an instant wiggled his eyes, “I bet you did.” You slapped his side shaking your head at his idiocrasy. You continued talking among yourself, you were still soaking but you were less turned on with the lack of Bakugo’s presence but also Denki and Kirishima fighting about their body counts.

Your phone flashed and it could only be one person, seeing his name with the heart, you opened the message and knew he was up to something.

‘meet me outside’

You left the boy on read, excusing yourself, Denki even giving you a thumbs up. “Have fun.” Muttered from the blondes mouth and you so wish you could hit him again.

Maybe you were oblivious but Bakugo didn’t care and on your arrival to the entrance were cameras still flashed outside and the ones inside hadn’t noticed you. You saw Bakugo leaning against a wall, his back facing away from the cameras, he smirked at the sight of you. His pretty little thing.

Grabbing your arm he pushed you through the doors of what looked like a storage cupboard, grabbing your waist and turning you. Your back hitting the door with a loud thunk, he turned the light on and even with it being a dusty cupboard, it was small, his body easily pressed against yours. Suffocating you both to become almost one entity, “Kat…”

He interrupted his finger to your mouth before his blush lips cascaded across your neck. The open mouth kisses made your back arch under his arm, you enticed him and all he wanted was you. “Arch that back for me baby, I’m going to make you cum.”

“Really? You wanna have sex…. here? Now?” The question had come out from your mouth breathlessly and looking up at you, the straps of your dress already falling off your shoulder. How could he ever stop himself at his only love.

He grinned, “yes, now be a good girl and turn around baby.” It was a command, his hands gripping your sides, your ass on full view. “This is for running off.”

A harsh smack was heard through the fabric, he smirked at how easily you had moaned at one little slap. But the way your ass felt under his hand even through the material was driving him wild. “No foreplay.”

“Ok…okay.” His left hand moved to cup one of your boobs and your knew where his other hand was going, massaging the breast with his hand he flicked his middle and index between your hard nipple.

He had noticed it when you had come to meet him, but here now it felt relaxed under his fingers. He knew once he got home, he couldn’t wait to suck on your nipples and eat you out like you deserved. He lifted the dress up gaining a better view of just how perfect your body was arched in front of him. “You’re going to be a good fucking girl and make sure nobody hears.”

You nod but the slap that indented your now red left cheek made you moan even louder for the boy, “use your fucking words.”

“Yes s…sir.” You tried to surpress a moan at how he tugged your underwear down, leaving it at your ankles. His fingers running back and forth feeling the slick coat his finger whilst his other hand continued to kneed at your boobs.

You could hear him undo his trousers with the slick coated fingers before a sucking noise coming from behind. The way he groaned at the taste of your body intoxicated you with more lust, without any hesitation or warning he slammed into you making you arch even more.

The feeling of his hard cock between your walls made you overflow with desire to feel him go deeper. “So tight for me princess.” He hummed moving back out before slamming back in going deeper.

“Faster.” You whispered trying to not moan as loud.

You could almost feel his grin behind you, it was sadistic, and he enjoyed it. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please f…faster sir.”

“That’s my little slut.” The degradation filled you his previously slick coated hand had been rubbing your ass with each thrust. But moving closer and closer to your neck, he brought it around your neck in an instant. Tightening it with ease, “you like this don’t yah, let’s make them all hear.”

It had dawned on you how a mere thin wall away was cameras and flashes that in a second could expose it all. You were too out of it to care, each thrust going in faster and deeper, he gripped your neck up bringing your chest up to the door. Your neck on full display with his rough callous hands wrapped around it making you lean against his shoulder. His other hand leaving your nipples and moving to the easily accessible clit rubbing at it to make you go into sensory overload.

“Fuck…yes, fuck baby.” His groans in your ear made you melt inside, feeling even more intoxicated and lustful.

Your legs had twitched due to the movement that made him angel different. He loved it too much, how on display you were, how he was able to move his mouth to bite at your jaw. It was heaven, moving back and forth and before you knew it you could feel yourself give way. “Cum.”

“Cum for me baby, come on me.” You did so letting the white gush out of your core, he felt you drip onto his cock but continued thrusting his release coming soon. A few hard thrusts into your numb cunt and his own white cum filled you up, you felt encased and Bakugo was definitely not making this easy for you.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed, grabbing your underwear and pulling it to your sore cunt, “you’re going to keep me inside of you.”

“Katsuki.” You whined feeling tired and rough and not having to keep his cum stuffed in you.

He did his belt watching how your hair was dishevelled and makeup slightly smudged but sortable. “Don’t you want to be a good fucking girl.”

He brought his hands to cup your cheek, putting his mouth on your own, it was a softer kiss but still had the rough tendencies of Bakugo. Whilst letting go he moved to your ear, “I’ll fuck you even harder at home, my little slutty girl.”

He put the red straps back up on your shoulders, smirking at how you had been praised but degraded at the same time. “I’m expecting a lot tonight.”

“Of course you are princess.” Kissing your temple his lips softer from feeling the moisture of your mouth, “go first and don’t be suspicious, okay dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waived him off sneakily getting out of the door, straightening your dress and moving to the bathroom.

Bakugo followed swiftly, acting like he hadn’t just fucked you into an oblivion and mere minute ago. Everything had seemed fine; nobody had noticed and most of the all the night was a success. That’s what you thought but what you both hadn’t noticed was the camera that had been angled right where the door was. And the flashing red light indicating it had recorded the both of you coming out with messy looks and a demeanour that you two were a lot more than just friends.

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[insomniumstella]

a hell of a deal

steve x female!reader

summary: drunk Steve tries kissing y/n on New Year’s Eve just to get turned down, resulting in the two nemeses deciding upon a deal that’s about to make their whole year extremely confusing.

warnings: unspecified age gap (reader is in her early 20s), explicit language, alcohol consumption

word count: 10k

“Twenty seven!” It was the last New Year’s Eve at the Avenger’s tower, but y/n had no desire to make it memorable. New Year's Eve parties sucked. A time reserved for false hope and imaginary joy. “Twenty six!” Refilling her glass of champagne, she turned her head to look in Natasha’s direction. Love is disgusting, she thought, when Bucky peppered kisses from the base of Natasha’s neck all the way to her jawline. “Twenty five!” ah, these people couldn't have yelled any louder if they tried, and besides, nobody should ever start counting that soon.

At least, everyone was too busy finding their New Year’s kiss partner to notice her escape onto the balcony.

“Too crowded in there?” Steve swiftly joined her, placing his right arm on the ledge to lean against it.

“Something like that.” She locked her eyes with his. They were different that night, a shade of darker blue and shimmering with mischief. It wasn’t a bad look on him.

“Twenty!”

“Wanna kiss?” He chuckled, and y/n raised her eyebrows. Even their usually strict Captain couldn’t resist getting drunk tonight. To say they've had a rough year would be an understatement.  

“How much mead did Thor give you exactly?”

“Fifteen!”

“Enough to speak the truth?” He admitted, but it came out more like a question. Enough to speak the truth.

“And the truth is?”

“Ten!”

“You're beautiful.” While y/n had been forced to listen to many, too many jokes tonight, this one was by far the funniest. What a fool, she contemplated. Steve couldn’t stand her guts for no apparent reason. That same Steve also enjoyed addressing her as a kid and had harshly rejected y/n when she had asked him out on a date. Thus, the one-sided hatred had turned into a mutual dance. That Steve was so going to kick this Steve’s ass tomorrow. He might also kick hers if he won’t be too hungover for training.

“Tell me more.” She gave him a sly smile. Oh poor Stevie, you’re so getting blackmailed.

“Seven!”

“I think you’re really pretty and kind, and I like you.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Is that so unbelievable?”

“Three!”

“Kind of.”

"One!"

Everyone inside was coupled up at that point, with most guests making out before the official announcement — Natasha and Bucky were not an exception to the fact. On their own, they were great people to have around and hang out with, but together? A big mess of PDA overload.

“Happy New Year!” People inside were overjoyed to ‘start fresh’. As if one day of the year carried a ton of significance. She was expecting Steve to say something else, but what she didn’t see coming was him wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her close.

“What are you doing?” y/n managed to choke out when Steve leaned in for a kiss, their lips brushing together.

“Kissing you.” Steve whispered and tried putting his mouth on hers.

This was one hell of a weird situation. Bewildered, y/n pushed Steve off her body. Thor must've given the Captain too much of his Asgardian ale. While the man was a super-soldier, Steve wasn't a God. Luckily, the drunk version of Steve was much easier to push around than the sober.

“I don’t want you to, lover boy.”

Pouting, Steve crossed his arms on his chest. “Let’s make a deal.” He was so drunk and out of it, y/n wished for nothing more than to have her phone and capture the glorious moment. A moment Steve will hate to remember if he’ll even remember it at all. “A deal I’m calling we might pretend to hate each other, but we both know we belong together.”

“That’s a mouthful.” y/n let out a sigh.

Drunk Steve was even worse than regular Steve, and regular Steve was already pretty annoying. The man had never understood when to quit.

“I had a crush on you for three years.” No amount of convincing would ever make y/n believe the words that left his mouth. People don’t reject and bully their crushes. People don’t yell at them for being stupid and whine to others because they’re 'borderline obnoxious' to be around. That was something better left to old-school teen romance movies she loved making fun of. “Next New Year's Eve, same place, same time, we meet up, and if you’re still single by then, we kiss.”

“And if I’m not?

“I don’t worry about that much.” He smirked. Even intoxicated, Steve was still a fucking asshole. “I know you have too big of a crush on me to want somebody else.” Steve stepped away.

Getting a boyfriend any time soon had not been on her agenda, but Steve had just presented her with a challenge she wasn’t going to lose. Proving Steve wrong was the girl's favorite pastime activity. I do not have feelings for this jackass.

An irritating thing about Steve was that he'd always remain true to his promises, even the drunken ones, and granting Steve a real kiss that would imply she did, in fact, like him, sounded like a nightmare, y/n would never experience. The only way you’re kissing me is if I’m six feet under.  

January 6th.

“You’re pulling your punches.” Steve pointed out.

The blonde's posture was perfectly straight, rigid almost, with his hands resting on his hips as if he ruled the place. In some ways, the gym was Steve’s kingdom. He was a king perched on a throne of gym mats in an empire that constantly smelled of sweat. The thought made y/n chuckle.

“You’re pulling on my nerves.” She was done with his remarks and comments.

Both knew she was one of the best hand-to-hand fighters on the team; quick and light on her feet. No super-soldier serum, but smart enough with her movement to make the soldiers lose time after time. Lounging at him, y/n took Steve by surprise and forcefully kicked him in the chest. Managing to knock the man down, she moved to wrap her legs around his neck and began choking him. An easy, swift move guaranteed to shut him up.

“Stop or I’ll tell everyone about New Year’s Eve.” She loosened her grip after Steve tapped on her thigh for the fourth time.

“First, no one will believe you,” he gasped out, cheeks reddened. The proudness that overtook her body when Steve had to take a couple moments to catch his breath was immeasurable. “Second, I was drunk and didn’t mean it,” he got up from the mat, and y/n followed, looking up to stare into his eyes, “third, you’re so aggravating no man would ever want you.”

Red was all she saw. It took approximately three seconds for a bruise to form on Steve’s cheekbone after y/n decked him straight in the face. We’ll see about that, dickhead.

February 14th.

“You’re kidding, right?” Steve was in disbelief from the sight in front of him. There, just a few feet away, wearing Bucky’s red henley and tight-fitting jeans, was y/n. “Bucky doesn’t wear heels.” She glanced down at the Louboutin heels Tony gave her for Christmas and shrugged.

“I do."

When Sam had first invited her to spend Valentine’s day with him and Steve, she had said " fuck no", but the more she had contemplated, the more the idea made sense. Sure, Sam hated the situation when Bucky first joined his and Steve’s duo, but he had soon noticed that the trio had a great dynamic, and yes, he'd never admit it, but not having Bucky around affected that dynamic. A trio of the serious, the funny, and the calm.

Sam enjoyed hanging out with Steve alone, but he had gotten used to having a third person around to balance everything out, so inviting y/n along, when Bucky had made plans with Natasha, was a no-brainer. Mad after her date canceled, y/n had taken the role of Bucky a little too serious. Sam’s words of “imagine how badly your presence would annoy Steve” had only fueled her mischievous idea even further.

Strutting over to Steve, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Tonight,” she gestured to herself, “I’m your best pal Bucky.”

“The only thing you are is annoying.” To that answer, y/n paid no mind.

“Let’s play some pool boys, shall we?” She gave Steve a half-smile before turning around and striding to get the cue sticks. Sam was shaking his head when she came back and immediately removed himself from the situation that was about to unfold. Irritated, Steve grabbed a cue from her hands.

“I’ll order us beer.” Sam spoke up, but the other two were too occupied to notice him leaving.

“I’m breaking.” She declared, walking around Steve and purposefully bumped her shoulder into his. Bending down, she broke up the pool balls, pocketing a purple, solid one. She moved spots to sit on the rail of the table, and moments later, two more solid balls were in the pockets. “Forgot how good I am.” She stood up from the rail and smoothed out her jeans.

“You’re using the cue wrong,” Steve commented, “that was dumb luck.” With a few steps forward, he was right behind y/n, her ass brushing his crotch area. Putting his hands over hers, Steve guided her. Another solid ball fell into the pocket. “Now, that was a nice clean shot.”

Trapped between the table and his arms, "is this how you and Bucky usually play pool?” y/n snickered and spun around to face him.

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll take you with me. It’s nice there,” she turned back to the table, this time bending down lower, much lower, so her ass was fully pressed up against Steve’s crotch and pocketed her fifth ball, “warm.”

March 9th.

Steve might've had the body of a Greek God, but what he never had, was taste. Picking up shirt after shirt, each uglier than the other, he tried finding Bucky a gift. Finding the perfect gift for your best friend should be effortless. However, finding the perfect gift for the same man who had attempted to assassinate you in the last eighty years may be somewhat difficult.

Locating y/n by the accessories section, Steve shoved barf green and a pee yellow shirts in her face. “Which one?”

“Please, stop.” She responded, tone dripping in horror. A single girl could only withstand so many monstrosities before it became too much. “Neither.”

Sighting, Steve returned the shirts to their original locations. The spy was looking at the belt section when he appeared beside her. Noticing a black leather one, she picked it up to show the super-soldier.

“I’m not gifting him a belt.” He crossed his arms over his chest and locked eyes with y/n. “He doesn’t need it.” Tilting her head, she stared Steve up and down. Most days, he'd wear the same shoes and belt. Both were so worn out, if they could talk, they’d ask to be replaced. Confused, Steve glanced at himself and raised his eyes back to hers as if to ask, “what?”

“Why bring me here if you’re not going to listen to my suggestions?” She put the item down, only for Steve to grab it.

“You were the only available girl Avenger.” Steve examined it again. The belt was a little out of his price range, but Bucky would certainly enjoy a gift like that. “Thought you could be useful.”

She punched him in the arm out of irritation. It had been four hours since they had arrived at the mall, and each passing minute was becoming worse and worse with Steve’s indecisiveness and disregard for her ideas.

Snatching the belt out of his hands, she headed for the cash register, Steve following right behind. Noticing he was about to say something, “I’ll say I made you buy it if he doesn’t like it," she commented, shutting him up.

“If Bucky doesn’t like it, it’s all on you.” He waved a finger at her, and she pushed his hand down. One day, he'd be the death of her, that much she was sure of.

“Hello.” The cashier spoke, her voice coated in pure excitement. Great. Noticing her staring at Steve as if she wanted to devour him whole any second, y/n laced her arm around his bicep. “How are you?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Putting on a genuine-looking smile, “we’re doing just great," she answered and patted Steve on the stomach.

Having paparazzi follow their every move was exhausting, but on the flip side, starting rumours was a fun way to treat her boredom. Usually, it’d come back to bite her in the ass, resulting in an hour-long lecture from Tony, but all the crazy headlines magazines would come up with would be well worth the trouble.

Putting the belt on the register, she looked up at Steve, who was gawking at her as if she was a crazy person. “I’m sure Natasha will too.” y/n removed her arm from Steve's bicep when the cashier started scanning their purchase. The sentence confused Steve even more, but before he could ask what she meant by the remark, y/n quickly placed her index finger on the man’s lips and shook her head. “You don’t want me to tell you.”

“The receipt is in the bag.” The cashier was only staring at Steve, but he was paying her no mind. Taking the bag from the girl’s hand, y/n gave her a quick smile and dragged the blonde out of the store.

“You don’t want me to tell you.” She repeated with a sly smile on her face. It was scary how suddenly y/n was able to change from one person to another. Her fake, overly sweet demeanor was promptly turned into her usual, sarcastic one as she continued giving Steve a sly, knowing smile. Steve would probably get a heart attack if he'd learn about everything that went down in his best friend’s and Natasha’s bedroom. “It’s rough.” Noticing a cafe nearby, she grabbed Steve’s hand to drag him towards it. “Rough and scary.”

April 1st.

Standing in Steve’s shower was not how y/n had planned for her day to go, but there she was, Steve’s shampoo in one hand, blue hair dye in another. Not only was it the Avenger's first week at the compound, but it was also April Fool’s day; this had to be memorable.

“Our blondie uses conditioner.” She peaked her head from out of the shower, chuckling.

Natasha looked at her unamused.

“Bucky does too. Conditioner doesn’t have a gender.” She shrugged, and y/n gave her a knowing look. While conditioner didn't have a gender, Natasha unquestionably liked sneaking her hands into someone’s hair to pull on it during sex. y/n was almost sure it was Natasha who had introduced Bucky to the great thing that was conditioner. Before dating Natasha, Bucky would look a bit, in less harsh words, a little dirty. “Hurry up, he’ll catch us, and I’m not taking the blame for your ass.”

“So rude.” She responded from the shower. Steve’s shampoo was now replaced with the dye, and y/n couldn’t wait to see his reaction. “Have a nice bath, Stevie!” She threw the empty dye bottle into the bag Natasha brought and stepped out of the shower, giving the bag to the redhead. “Preferably a long one.”

While it was sad to miss Steve’s initial reaction to his now blue hair, the sight of him, however, furious and only in his boxers, was glorious. Tony gave Steve a pointed look when he ran into the kitchen.

“Hello, popsicle.” Tony put down his phone to really take in Steve’s hair. “That’s quite a change.”

“Did you do this?” Storming up to Tony, Steve pointed to his head. Dyeing Steve’s hair blue would never be above him.

“As much as I wish I have, I had much more important things to do today.” Tony raised his hands. Chuckling, y/n looked at Natasha’s face. The spy was trying her best to hold in her laugh, face so red, it looked as if she had stopped breathing.

“I think it suits you.” y/n got up from the barstool and ruffled Steve’s hair before placing her and Tony’s dishes in the sink. “What do you think, Natasha?”

“It really does.” Natasha finally let out the breath she had been holding. “Matches your eyes.”

“You’re dead,” Steve turned his body in y/n’s direction, “dead," and suddenly lounged at her.

Amused, she jumped over the bar and took off in the opposite direction. The public might know Steve the kind, selfless hero, but when it came to getting revenge on y/n, the man could spend hours if needed. He chased her all the way through the first floor and then the second. Chased her through hallways, conference rooms, the gym showers. The compound they just moved in was a maze of countless cement walls, but the fact she had no idea where she was going didn’t stop her from trying. Accidentally finding the recruit training area, she sat down on the ground.

“You’re okay?” Sam asked after giving the recruits an exercise to practice, and she smiled at him.

“Better than ever.”

Her break, however, was cut short when Steve barged in, running around the confused recruits in training. Jumping up, she waved goodbye and snickered when Steve stopped to say a short hello to Sam. She quickly took off running again when her eyes met Steve’s. It didn’t matter that her lungs were out of air, or that her legs were burning, what mattered, was getting away from Steve. It was an unfair race. A game of cat and mouse where the winner is clear from the start. Nonetheless, y/n ran, wherever, and as fast as she could.

“Looks like there’s nowhere for you to go.” Steve observed once they were standing outside. Luckily for him, y/n had terribly overestimated her abilities and was now walking backward in the pool’s direction.

Stopping in her tracks, “Does it?” She asked him before trying to sprint past Steve.

It was easy for the super soldier to grab her waist and throw her over his shoulder. “Got any last words?” He questioned proudly.

“I do actually,” y/n chuckled. “You look like an idio-“ The sentence was cut short as her body got submerged in the pool’s water. Icy, freezing cold water.

A few days later, she turned up with a cold, and Steve couldn’t have been happier. What an asshole. An asshole with barely faded blue hair.

May 17th.

Sadly, the blues hadn't lasted as long as y/n was hoping they would, but on a brighter note, Steve’s regular hair made it much easier for them to blend in during an undercover mission.

“I could tell you the brand I used.” y/n suggested after ordering a drink. Steve was leaning on the bar, body facing the dance floor, his face cold and neutral. “If you miss the blue.” She took a sip when the bartender brought her the drink she ordered and gave him a seductive smile. “Could use a little more vodka.” y/n told him, and the bartender smirked.

“One second.” He winked at her.

Rolling his eyes, Steve turned his body to face y/n. “Would you please stop flirting with the bartender?”

For reasons unbeknownst to his own mind, y/n’s flirty behavior was annoying the living hell out of him. The unwelcoming atmosphere of too many people, dim lights, and loud music wasn’t exactly helping. Raising her eyebrows at Steve’s comment, y/n swiftly changed her expression when the bartender came back with the stronger drink. She gave him a coy smile upon tasting it.

“Much better.” She observed, sliding a fifty over the bar. “I like mine strong.” Flexing his arm on purpose, the bartender slipped the bill into his jean’s pocket before finding a pen and writing his number on a tissue.

He disappeared to serve other guests as quickly as he gave her the napkin, but y/n didn’t mind. Standing beside her was a man she wanted to toy more with anyway. Noticing Steve’s annoyed expression, she made a point to slowly slide the napkin down the plunging neckline of her dress.

“It’s going to fall out.” Steve looked down at her cleavage. “You don’t have a bra on.”

“And how would you know?”

“Can see your nipples from miles away.” Steve teased her. “They’re shining through the dress.” Clearly, his intention was to make y/n feel bad, but the only thing she did was look down at her boobs and shrug.

“Oh well,” was not a reaction Steve expected.

“Would you please stop drinking?” He spoke up minutes later. Y/n was halfway through her drink already. Letting out a sigh, Steve grabbed the glass from her hands and chugged the rest of the cocktail. “This is your third.” He waved the glass in her face before setting it down on the bar.

“Technically, I only had two and a half since you just drank this one.” y/n fixed the collar of Steve’s shirt. As tight as usual, but in the unusual color of black. This shirt suited Steve well; the pale blue never did do him any justice. “You look good,” she ran a hand down his chest, “red jacket, 9 o’clock.” Moving it down to Steve’s thigh when she noticed the man take yet another glance. “Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?” She teased Steve, peering up at him.

“Please take your hand off of my penis.” Steve grinned innocently at y/n as her eyes widened. “The gun is a bit to the left.” He replied, and she quickly removed her touch.

“Just checking, sorry.” She muttered, pressing her lips into a tight line. “He’s still staring.”

“Yes, I know, Captain Obvious.”

“What do we do?” The woman didn’t get an answer as Steve clutched her hand and gently dragged her to the dance floor. For a man as confident as him, he sure looked awkward. Uncertain of what to do herself, y/n placed one of his hands just above the curve of her bottom, the other on her waist. Her own hands she loosely wrapped around Steve’s neck and started moving her body to the rhythm. “Think he recognizes us?”

Letting his hands roam around y/n’s back, waist, and ass, Steve peered over her shoulder. “No idea.” He pulled her in closer. “Where’s your gun?”

“On my right thigh.”

Setting one arm on y/n’s upper thigh, Steve brushed his fingers over the gun to make sure, then gripped y/n’s leg below the holster before dipping her. Though the dip was a staple move in many dancing styles, the action, coming from her Captain himself was quite bold. She wouldn't have anticipated he'd be brave enough for it, but despite her confusing emotions, her face returned to a neutral expression.

Perhaps it was just one of his tactics to make her feel inferior. Steve always treated her as an idiot during missions, and it was infuriating. Of course, she had her gun, but he just needed to make a show out of confirming it.

Placing a hand on her neck for support, he stared her down before speaking. "See that green door?" She could barely make out anything through the heavy crowd of people. Seeing upside down wasn't helping either, but she managed to spot the door, and Steve raised her back up as fast as he dipped her. Releasing the hold on her leg, he bent down to reach her ear. “Meet me there in three."

He was soon gone, and y/n rolled her eyes at the man’s oblivious behavior. She didn’t have a phone nor a watch. Deciding to follow the song, she met Steve at the door right before it ended.

“I said three, not four.”

“Don’t have a watch, fool.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his pants. “This is the combination to the safe, I’ll guard the door while you go in.” She wasn’t hearing anything the soldier was saying as their target was heading straight in their direction. “Be quick.” She didn’t catch that either.

If only y/n could cause a distraction, he wouldn’t recognize them, right? Without thinking, she placed her hands on Steve’s neck and captured his lips in a kiss.

“Go along with it.” She muttered into his lips and weaved one hand into his hair. Realizing he was completely frozen, Steve hurriedly put his hands on the small of her back. Moving his lips in rhythm with hers, Steve took no time to deepen the kiss and pull y/n in closer. Now, this was such a strange move it took them both by surprise.

“Did Natasha teach you this?” Steve chuckled when they pulled away. “She did the same thing a few years ago.”

The sentence left y/n completely dumbfounded. Shaking her head no, y/n also tried to shake away the ugly feeling, which goes by the simple name of jealously. “No,” y/n mumbled. “she did not.”

June 5th.

“I’ll be right out!” y/n slipped on her dress, leaving the zipper undone. “You’re not Wanda.” She noted after opening the door and finding Steve on her doorstep.

“No.” He scanned her up and down. “I needed to go over yours and Bucky’s mission report.” He waived a pile of papers in his hand and sat down on the bed.

“Can’t you talk to Bucky about it?” She questioned, trying to zip up her dress. Every attempt proved unsuccessful as her arms were simply too short to reach all the way down her back. Groaning, Steve stood up, walking up to y/n. Swatting her hand away, he easily zipped the garment and returned to his previous spot.

“I would, but he’s on a mission with Sam.”

Rummaging through the drawers of her dresser, y/n pulled out the jewelry box she was looking for. While Tony and y/n bumped heads often, he couldn’t help but feel a warm affection towards the younger Avenger. She was a friend, a teammate, and a daughter wrapped in one, to which Tony was grateful every day.

“Just wait till he gets back!” The girl yelled, disappearing into the bathroom. “I’m in a hurry!”

“A two week long mission.�� Steve informed her when she came back with a container of makeup. “Why are you getting ready anyway?” He questioned when she pulled out five, seemingly the same, tubes of lipstick and chose her favorite one.

“It’s none of your concern,” y/n started off, “but I have a date.” She told him after finishing the makeup. “With a real, human man.” She pointed her index finger at Steve after noticing he was about to say something snarky. Chuckling, Steve leaned back and propped himself on his elbows.

“And where is this real man taking you?” He challenged, gesturing to her dress.

God, if Steve could get any more irritating. Her dress was tight and had a couple cutouts, but it was an appropriate outfit for a nice meal in a luxury NYC restaurant. Those kinds of restaurants weren’t her scene, not exactly. Still, why not give Steve a double fuck you by not only finding a boyfriend but a rich one at that.

“We’re going out to dinner. He’s picking me up in two.”

“Explains the douchey car outside.”

“Here’s here, and you didn’t tell me?!” y/n puffed out and quickly found a pair of heels she’s been wanting to wear for some time now. Deciding to give Steve the benefit of the doubt after noticing his admiring face, she sat down next to him. y/n put on the shoes before asking the man, “what?”

He stayed silent while she grabbed her purse and took one final look in the mirror.

“You look good.” He smiled. “A bit like a hooker, but-” he didn’t get to finish as y/n smacked him across the head with her clutch. “Kidding!” He put his hands up. “Stripper is a better word.”

“Out.” She ushered him out of the room by smacking his head over and over. “I hate you.”

“Have fun, kid!” He teasingly yelled after her when y/n stepped into the elevator. “Have fun, kid.” He repeated in a more jealous tone, but y/n wasn’t around to hear it.  

July 4th.

“Tony, let yourself be forever damned.” y/n sighed, looking at herself in the mirror.

Not a woman to shy away from tight dresses and heels, her current outfit was nothing short of a stripper’s uniform. A huge American flag was pictured on her boobs, along with the words “PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN” right under.

The bet had seemed easy, seemed being the keyword there. Tony wasn’t a fan of training, but he'd often come down to the gym to watch, so on one of those days, they had made a bet. If Natasha was to knock Bucky down first, she'd have to do whatever Tony would ask of her on Steve’s birthday, and if Bucky was to succeed, y/n would get unlimited access to Tony’s cars for a week. The stakes had been incredibly high — Tony would rarely come up with good ideas, but unlimited access to his cars? It had sounded incredible. Despite formerly being known as The Winter Soldier, Bucky had been knocked down to the ground a few minutes into the fight. Super soldiers, what are they good for? Nothing.

“Sweetie, you ready?” Tony singed out, too pleased with himself. No one else at the compound knew what Tony and y/n were up to that day, but no one usually questioned anyway. Those two were never up to anything good. “Show our Captain his best gift.”

She cursed underneath her breath.

“Oh yes, Steve, take it in because I’m never wearing it again.” y/n responded from around the corner, and even though she couldn’t see Steve’s face, she was sure he was utterly confused.

Taking a deep breath to calm her anxiety y/n stepped into the living room. A wave of oohs and ahhs and giggles filled the room. The woman wished for nothing more but the earth to swallow her whole in that very moment.

“C'mon, sit on the Captain’s lap.”

A bet was a bet. You can always punch Tony later, y/n. Putting on a fake smile to play the character Tony so greatly wanted her to, she gracefully sat down onto Steve’s lap sideways.

“Happy Birthday, Captain.” She said in a lower, sultrier tone.

Wait, that cannot be his, she shifted around to get comfortable entirely mortified. If not for the others clapping and cheering, the whole situation would’ve been so much more awkward than it already was for the pair. Steve’s mouth formed an o shape, his face burning up.

“Happy Birthday to you.” She kissed his cheek. “I hope you enjoy your gift.” She gestured to her all-American dress, and Sam whistled. “The dress.” She looked Sam dead in the eyes and shook her head. “Not me, asshole.” Sam only raised his eyebrows and gave her a crooked grin.

The dress wasn't something Steve found attractive — too short, too skimpy. Yet much to his dismay, it suited y/n's figure, showcasing her curves in all the best ways. The feel of y/n's body on his and the word "captain" coming out of her mouth in a deep, sultry tone did nothing, but add weight to Steve's arousal.

“Thank you.” Steve choked over his words, and his eyes caught Bucky’s. “The dress is-“ his best friend had a knowing look on his face and gave Steve an amused smile, “nice.” Steve finished and quickly stilled y/n in place when she started squirming.

Firmly placing his hands on her hips, he pushed her down. She stilled for a while, but by this point, y/n’s body was closer to his than the soldier found comfortable. Not around other people anyway. Moving one final time, y/n positioned herself, so her back was leaning on his chest. Yeah, that’s his boner I’m feeling.

“Smile for the photo!” Tony smirked, holding his phone and snapping a few pictures. The genius wanted both of them to feel as uncomfortable as he could make the pair. That’s what the two nemeses get for spending his money. “Steve, please put your hands around y/n.” He instructed, and Steve cleared his throat before hesitantly placing his arms on y/n’s thighs. “Closer, Captain,” Tony encouraged, ”really hold her close.”

Holding her close was the last thing he craved. On the contrary, the blonde burned with desire to shove the absolutely sexy girl in a tacky dress off his lap because, and he'd never admit it, she inadvertently forced his body to react in ways Steve wasn't too fond of.

The Captain was too hot, too aroused, and too embarrassed from all the looks thrown their way. His own body had betrayed him. Begrudgingly, the super-soldier wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, letting his hands rest on the upper part of her thighs, and nervously smiled for the photo. Steve wasn’t the only person whose body acted quite treacherous at that very moment, and y/n had to excuse herself to the bathroom the second Tony was done.

August 28th.

“Wanna play 21 questions?” y/n suggested, putting her feet on the dashboard.

Pushing them down, “I’m not 16.” Steve answered.

The ride to the Avenger’s tower had been awfully quiet. While not the biggest fan of small talk, y/n wasn’t going to spend another three hours back to the compound in tense silence. Bored out of her mind, she picked up a piece of technology they had retrieved at the tower. Presumably, it was something important as Tony had been adamant the movers couldn't access certain rooms.

“Put it with the rest.” Steve commanded.

She turned her head to look at the mess in his trunk and placed the item on a stack of other, in Tony’s words, super important, things. The pile was the perfect representation of Steve and y/n. While the items the blonde had packed were neatly wrapped in bubble wrap, y/n’s, well, the items she had packed were either stuffed into boxes or messily wrapped in scraps of bubble wrap she had found after Steve had finished.

“I’m bored.” y/n admitted putting her feet on the dashboard once more.

Pushing them down again, Steve stayed quiet for a few minutes before giving in to her suggestion. The awkward stillness wasn’t his favorite thing in the world either.

“Why did you kiss me?” He was heading straight for the important questions.

“To keep our cover from being blown. Why do you always wear these ugly shirts?” Another major issue.

“Oh my God, always picking on my shirts. What’s up with you and my wardrobe?” Steve exclaimed.

“It’s ugly.” Y/n shrugged. “Boring, outdated, unflattering.” The last one was only sort of a truth. “Plain, mismatched, I could go on and on.”

“Please, don’t.” Steve stopped her from speaking when she opened her mouth to start listing more bad adjectives about his clothing.

“Will you miss it? The tower, I mean.” She took off her shoes, and Steve threw her a strange look. “My feet smell great, actually.” Unbuckling her seatbelt, y/n held up one of her legs to Steve’s face and laughed at his disgusted grimace.

“Put it away, and no.” He glimpsed at her before his eyes were back on the road. “How was your date?”

“For your interest,” y/n started out, “I’ll miss the tower. Also, what date?” She questioned him.

“The date you dressed as a stripper for.”

Opening the glove compartment, she found Steve’s hidden stash of unhealthy snacks. Packs of candy, chocolate, and vinegar chips were amongst the variety. She easily disregarded the disgusting Lay's flavour as the inferior snack option, and snatched up a bag of sour worms.

"That was months ago," she giggled, launching a pink and yellow worm at him. "I thought you meant the date I went on last week."

“Didn’t expect you to take the deal seriously.” Steve bit his lower lip. Something inside him didn’t like the fact he missed y/n going on a date. Something inside him didn’t like the part of her going on a date with a different man at all.

“I’m not losing.” She threw another worm at Steve, and he gave her a pointed look which she laughed off. “I have no interest in kissing you," she threw yet another worm to piss the soldier off, "and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to kiss me either, kid.” y/n mocked him.

“Don’t you dare throw another worm at me.” Steve threatened when she raised her hand. "Besides, we already kissed." He recalled.

“Are you stupid?” She held up a blue and pink gummy. “These ones are the best. Also, yes, we might've, but that kiss wasn't real.”

“Who came up with the idea for my birthday?”

“Tony.”

“Why?” Steve demanded to know. Something like that wasn’t above Tony. He was a grown-up with the brain of a genius and the behaviours of a child, but it was still a strange idea. y/n's comment about their kiss on the mission Steve forced himself to ignore.

“What’s this about? Was the dress not up to your standards?” She raised a brow. “I lost a bet. Overestimated your best pal Bucky.” y/n was still sour about it. The man knew every single one of Natasha’s weaknesses and still managed to get knocked down first. What a loser.

“Not sure if you noticed with all the writhing around in my lap,” Steve glanced at her and snatched the bag from her grasp, “but it was a weird situation.”

“A hard one.” y/n teased him, and Steve knew exactly what she was talking about. “It’s normal for guys to get boners when I sit on their laps.” Steve noticed her smirking from the corner of his eye. “Tony just wanted you to have the best birthday ever!” She exclaimed and settled her feet on the dashboard despite his protests. “Assuming from the clear, hard facts,” She teased him again. “You enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” Steve groaned.

“Always so rude.” To that, he didn't answer, ending the conversation before asking y/n about their New Year's Eve deal.

Steve thought about calling it off but decided against it. He was going to make sure she loses. Not to kiss y/n for real of course, no, that would be disgusting and imply that he actually had feelings, but it would, however, clear up a lot of questions. The important kind of questions Steve needed answers to because he while surely didn't have a crush on the way younger girl, nothing made sense anymore. She succeeded to turn his brain into a mush every time. That girl was also his teammate, and that same girl he had spent the last three years tormenting. They couldn't like each other; Steve had made sure of it. One day those questions would be the end of him.

September 14th.

“Someone had fun.” Bucky made grabby hands at Natasha when she stumbled through the door. y/n appeared in the living room seconds later, just as drunk, if not more, as Natasha.

“These lovely gentlemen bought us so many drinks.” Natasha sat down on Bucky’s lap, and he laughed. How Bucky wasn’t jealous was beyond Steve. “One even gave y/n their number.”

“He did.” y/n held up her phone after falling face down onto the couch. “He’s sooo cute too.” She drunkenly exclaimed, and Steve quickly took the phone from her. “I wanted to text him!” She turned around to lay on her back and kicked Steve at the end of the couch.

“I know.” He sighed. “It’s why I took the phone away.”

“But we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

Laughing, Bucky wrapped his hands around Natasha and looked at y/n. “Then text him tomorrow.” He smiled and scrunched his nose when y/n made a sad face.

Before dating Natasha, Bucky would always look after y/n whenever she'd get drunk. He'd have fun doing it too. It'd be like Russian roulette, where the man could never know what he should be expecting. Sometimes, she’d cry, and other times, Bucky would be forced into doing karaoke. On rare occasions, she'd just be herself. Intoxicated, but herself nonetheless. With no walls to hide behind, no filter on her speech. On those days, Bucky and y/n would have endless conversations about boys, girls, astrology, movies, food —  anything she could think of before sleep would devour her, and he’d have to carry her to bed.

“Please carry her to bed.” Bucky stood up. The redhead was soundly sleeping in his arms. “She hates waking up on the sofa.”

Begrudgingly, Steve picked up y/n bridal style, and she giggled. It was one of the first times Steve ever heard her giggle. “You’re cute too.” She wiggled her eyebrows and poked his cheek. “Kind of mean, though.”

Steve bringing y/n to bed was an easy task as she fell asleep as soon as he stepped foot in the elevator. After gently placing her on the bed, Steve was about to walk out.

“Don’t have a crush.” He muttered to himself upon deciding to take off her heels. The dress, while wildly beautiful, looked wildly uncomfortable, so cursing underneath his breath, Steve quickly removed the garment from her too. Guilty about looking at y/n in only her underwear, Steve threw a blanket over her sleeping form. Rummaging through the mess that was y/n's room, he soon found an unopened water bottle.

“Stay?” She sleepily called out after he set the water on the nightstand. “Please?”

This version of y/n was so much different than he’s ever seen before. Usually calm, collected, and closed off, tonight, she was giggly, sweet, and open. No snarky comments, no sarcastic remarks. Tired enough to sleep through hurricanes and earthquakes.

“Why did you kiss me on that mission?”

“I already told you.” y/n yawned and moved to make space for Steve to lay down. “To save our cover.”

“There were about three different routes you could’ve taken.” Steve kicked off his shoes and laid down. “Why the kiss?”

“It was the first thing that came to mind,” y/n smiled and snuggled up to Steve, “seemed logical.” Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes. “Maybe even fun.”

“Rest easy, kid.” Steve whispered when her body relaxed into his, and her breathing turned even. Calling y/n by the nickname kid didn’t feel right anymore. A nickname that had been used for teasing and mocking no longer fit in the pair's dynamic. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered once more, and after kissing y/n on the forehead, slipped from the bed, disappearing from the room altogether.

October 31st.

“That’s not a costume, that’s underwear.” Steve remarked when y/n walked into the kitchen with an outfit of a black bodysuit, fishnet tights, and bunny ears.

“How would you know?” She unwrapped a cherry lollipop, putting it in her mouth. “You’ve never seen me in my underwear.”

Steve had to break their eye contact, and y/n laughed. If only she knew. For the first time in quite a while, y/n felt truly desirable. Sure, she had been on multiple dates in the past few months, where Wanda would do her makeup and find the perfect outfit, but this was something different. A good different. This was seductive, skimpy, yes, but sexy nonetheless. It was also liberating. Freeing. She didn’t care about Steve’s opinion or Tony’s weird looks. All that mattered was that she, herself, felt amazing. In contrast to her everyday baggy suit pants and an ill-fitting top, this outfit was a real confidence booster.

“What are you even supposed to be?” Steve stared her up and down. He hated to admit that jealously was rearing its ugly head.

“A Playboy bunny, duh.” It was time for Pepper to give her a weird look. In fact, the three of them were looking at her in a very, very strange way. “What?” She released the lollipop from her mouth with a pop.

“Have you had anything to drink already?” Pepper questioned, a worried look in her eyes. Pepper was the mom of the group, including being a mom to her own husband sometimes. Pepper expected to look after Tony the most tonight, but this kind of behavior was unusual for the girl.

“No.” Y/n rolled her eyes and turned on her heel after grabbing another lollipop. “See you later, guys!”

Tony’s parties were always great, but this Halloween, he had truly outdone himself. From the decorations to the music and the food, the entire scene looked straight from The Nightmare Before Christmas. The party was already in full swing when y/n managed to find the people she was looking for.

“Boys!” y/n greeted the infamous Avengers trio. “Meet Todd.”

“Hey.” Here came the ugly feeling again.

“A fan of PDA, I see.” Steve gestured to Todd’s arm over y/n’s waist, but the other man just laughed.

“Yeah.” He looked at y/n, giving her a big smile. “Can’t ever take my arms off of this gem.” Could easily make you, Steve thought and immediately got rid of the idea. Not the place, not the time, even though a great opportunity to punch him presented itself when Todd started non-stop rambling about baseball.

“y/n? Would you mind helping me bring some drinks over?” Steve asked when his beer bottle turned empty. The girl knew exactly where this was going, but excusing herself, she followed after the soldier.

“Who the fuck is that?” Steve finally spoke up when they reached the bar.

He felt infuriated, jealous, and something else, he, himself, couldn’t quite place a finger on. While not a fan of swearing, this seemed like an appropriate time.

“My boyfriend.” She waved at Todd when he turned to look in their direction. “I think.” She added when he turned around. “Could I also get a shot of tequila?”

“You think?” Steve was out of his mind. Of course, he expected y/n to take the deal seriously, he just never imagined that she’d be fine with being around some random guy if that meant winning.

“Yes.” Thanking the bartender for the tequila, she took the shot, welcoming the burning sensation spreading down her throat. “Actually, could I get another?” She pointed to the empty glass.

“The woman is fine, thank you.” It was the first time Steve has ever called her a woman. To say it took y/n by surprise would be an understatement.

“I’m trying to hook up tonight, Captain.” She quickly leaned over the bar when the bartender wasn’t looking and poured herself a shot. “You’re ruining my chances.” She made a face after setting the glass down. Tequila was a dream and a nightmare. Deliciously rough but malicious at mornings.

“y/n, I’m calling the deal off.” Steve stopped her from pouring herself another shot. “You don’t need to prove anything.” Too bad the damage was done already. About half a bottle of liquor coursed through her veins. Sorry about the lie, Pepper, she thought, recalling back to earlier.

“You’re not calling anything off. I’m not insufferable. Not annoying. Certainly, I’m not so aggravating,” she mocked Steve, “that no man would ever want me. I’m kind,” she poured the third shot anyway, “caring,” swallowing the burning liquid, “hot.” y/n exclaimed, pushing her index finger into Steve’s chest. “Look at me.” She did a messy twirl to make her point, but it only worried Steve further, because she was drunk, and out of it, and about to have sex with a man she’d never sleep with sober. “There are hundreds of men who want me.” She hiccuped. “Men who deserve me.” y/n tried to step up closer to Steve but accidentally stumbled, and he quickly caught her in his arms. “You, however,” she got out of his hold and smoothed out her costume, “will never be one.” Grabbing the tequila bottle from the bar, y/n turned on her heels and started heading in Todd's direction. You will never be a man who deserves me. Those words hurt a lot more than Steve would dare voicing.

November 24th.

“Don’t.” y/n put a finger on Steve’s lips. “Don’t want to hear it.” Her red eyes and teary cheeks were enough of an indicator that the evening went wrong. Pressing his lips into a tight line, Steve sat back down on one of the benches. Despite it being deep into fall, the night was beautiful. With clear skies for stars to shine through and a big, round moon, giving off enough light to illuminate both of their faces.

“I wasn’t-“ Steve thought for a moment, “wasn’t going to ridicule you.” Sitting down beside him, she leaned her head on Steve’s shoulder. It was another indicator of all the shit that had went down if his so-called nemesis was seeking out his comfort. “Want to go out for ice cream?”

y/n didn’t want to go to bed yet. Not yet. The feeling that crept deep into her bones after Todd’s actions was still there. She couldn’t go to sleep just yet. “Sure.”

12:47 am. All the ice cream shops already were closed by now. Steve was going to get a heck of a lecture for this tomorrow, but he didn’t care. Leaving y/n alone, Steve went into Tony’s garage, accessing his not-so-secret spot where Tony keeps his keys, and emerged in one of his supercars minutes later.

“Best case scenario, he kills you. A slow, intimate death” y/n chuckled, getting into the car, and immediately turned on the heating.

“And in the worst-case scenario, he?” Steve found the button for the seat heater.

“He fires you from The Avengers.” y/n nodded her head and she was right. Steve have always cared more about his newfound family than dying.

“Tony can’t fire me.” Steve spoke up when they reached McDonald's. It seemed like a good time to say something considering y/n looked calm and composed, with dry cheeks and no longer red eyes. Besides, the silence was starting to eat at him.

“He absolutely can.” y/n thought out loud after they ordered. While not a fan of ice cream in colder seasons, Steve ordered himself some fries for moral support. “I’m taking these.” y/n gestured to his food after they picked up their order and he laughed.

“You can have a couple.” Scrunching her nose, she stole some, putting them in her milkshake. She snuck a couple extra when Steve wasn’t looking.

“The deal is still on, by the way.” She declared after the food was mostly finished and Steve had driven them to an empty parking lot. It felt good to be around someone who didn’t ask a million questions about when, why, and what happened. Never in a million years would she have expected that person to be Steve, but she was grateful. It was the first time she felt grateful to have Steve in her life. Through the best, the worst, and somewhere in the middle.

“Still got a month.” Steve made a face y/n didn’t recognize. It was the kind of impression he’s never used around her.

“And if I’m still single,” she locked her eyes with Steve’s, “we kiss.”

“Yeah.” He laughed slightly. “We kiss.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two. It wasn’t awkward, wasn’t confining, wasn’t rushed. It was the kind of silence with no pressure to speak unless it feels right to do so. The kind of silence they had only experienced years ago, when they had first met, and Steve hadn’t decided that he wanted to be an asshole to y/n yet. The kind of silence y/n haven't even realised she missed.

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.” Steve suggested after some time, and y/n shook her head no. “We kissed before.” He recalled.

“Yeah.” She truly laughed and Steve was glad to hear it. “Touched your penis that night too.”

“It was actually my gun, I just wanted to mess with you.” Steve admitted and y/n’s mouth fell open. What an asshole.

“You have no idea the embarrassment!” She hit Steve in the back of his head and he chuckled. “I thought about that moment for weeks!” She hit him again. “Weeks!”

“Sorry.” He caught her hand so she’d stop hitting him. Gently lowering it back to her lap, Steve gave y/n a sheepish smile. “Was that because you enjoyed it or-“ catching y/n’s daring look he suddenly went quiet and nodded. “Embarrassment. Got it.”

“You should be embarrassed too.”

“Why?”

“Stuck your whole arm up my dress just to check if I had a gun.” Steve’s cheeks reddened. “I’m not a kid, you know ” She stuck out her hand and Steve shook it, the handshake declaring a truce.

Not friends just yet, but not nemeses either.

“This was a weird year.” Steve blurted out. y/n couldn’t help but agree with the statement. Weird and a little unsettling. A year of big fights out on the field, and even bigger wars inside their own minds.

“Kind of want to stay single.” y/n admitted but regretted it as soon as she saw Steve’s expression. “What? It would be a weird end to an even weirder year. Very fitting.” She looked out the window.

As much as Steve wanted to kiss y/n, and he wanted to greatly, Steve didn’t want her to kiss him just because it seemed fitting, or just because it'd be a weird end to an even weirder year. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted their kiss to be genuine, real. For y/n to have as much passion and desire for him as he had for her. Desire he spent so long suppressing, it was about to spread like a wildfire.

December 31st.

Besides Steve surprising y/n with her gift late on Christmas Eve, the holidays had come and went with no other events of significance happening. Still, Steve coming to her room at 11:32pm to give y/n the necklace she’s been wanting for months had been a nice surprise. She had made them cocoa and stolen a few pieces of the leftover pie then, bringing them up to her room with Steve’s help where they had spent the next couple hours talking, openly and honestly. It had been as unusual as it had been welcome. It had felt good to have a conversation without insulting or teasing each other. A conversation that had seemed like a fresh start. Not one to believe in “fresh starts”, y/n had hoped next year would be different. The first New Year's Eve at the compound definitely would.

And as it had turned out, she was right. The party was entirely unrecognizable. Not only had Avengers switched headquarters, but the room had a lot of new faces. In fact, there were so many people, y/n had a hard time locating her friends, and an even harder time locating Steve. He had smiled at her when she first walked into the scene but was quickly nowhere to be found. Gone like a needle in a pile of hay.

“Fifteen!” The deal wasn’t off and she was still single. “Fourteen!”

Steve’s saying of same place, same time soon proved to be difficult to accomplish as the tower had been sold to another millionaire, and the compound had zero balconies. Maybe he had known about the move then, and had proposed the deal on purpose.

A deal impossible to keep true. That wouldn’t be beyond Steve. Can’t believe he’d do that. The old Steve who called her a kid would. It suddenly dawned on her that while the compound lacked in balconies, the one thing it did have was a rooftop.

Sprinting out the room and into an elevator, she pressed the button to the top floor. Ten. Nine. If only this elevator, designed by the super genius philanthropist playboy himself, could go any faster. Eight, seven, six. A small hope of making it there in time was still burning inside her heart. Small, but strong enough to burn down forests. five, four, three. As much as she tried convincing herself that she was rushing like a crazy person because they had made a deal, the deep parts she tried burying under all the walls, understood better. Two.

“Happy New Year.” She gave Steve a sheepish smile after the elevator doors opened.

“Happy New Year.” He smiled back. Not giving herself time to rethink the idea through, y/n ran straight into Steve’s arms and grabbing his face in her hands, kissed him.

It was the kind of kiss that felt as explosive as the fireworks outside. The kind of kiss that warmed them both from the inside, despite it being deep into winter. The kind of kiss that made the world disappear, with no regard to the shouts of drunken people, or the freezing snowflakes falling on their cheeks. A kiss that felt real, because as scary as it was for them both to admit it, was real. Swiping his tongue on y/n’s lips, Steve asked for permission, which y/n happily granted. No thoughts, just the feeling of his lips on hers. Wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist, Steve pulled her in closer. Close enough to feel her body heat and the quickly beating rhythm of her heart. Their tongues fought for dominance until y/n ultimately let Steve win, and gently bit down on his lower lip to jokingly taunt him.

“So what do we do now?” y/n asked him when they pulled back for air.

“First,” Steve bent down and captured her lips in a kiss again, “we kiss. Second,” he peppered small kisses all around her jawline with a few speckled around her neck, “I do this.” He gave her a nervous smile, but was glad to find y/n enjoyed it, “and third,” he went silent, and gave her a confused look “we stop fighting?”

“Stop fighting.” She tilted her head. “Perhaps become friends.”

“I take you out on a date.” Steve nodded. “One that doesn’t result in tears.” y/n shook her head yes. “And we then go from there.”

“We then go from there.” y/n repeated. “Sounds-“

“Weird?” Steve completed her sentence when she hesitated for a bit.

“Weird.” She agreed and let out a breath. “Very weird.”

“Well, I know you must at least find me attractive because you asked me out two and a half years ago.” Steve winked at her.

“Yes, and you rejected me.”

“I was afraid.” The man admitted and brushed his thumb over her lips. Removing his jacket, he wrapped it around y/n. “Afraid of admitting I had feelings for a twenty-something year old.” Steve was being honest that night. He had been so scared to face the truth that he had feelings for y/n, he tried masking it with rudeness. “It’s scary. Scary to say it as a 100-year-old man.”

The sentence made y/n laugh, truly laugh, and Steve poked her in the ribs. “Let’s start fresh then. I’m y/n.” She removed one of her hands from Steve’s neck to shake his. “No more calling me kid though.”

“Steve.” He chuckled and shook his head no. There were other ways to annoy the woman if he'd ever need to. “Same place, same time next year?”

Weaving her hands into his hair, y/n stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. With as much real passion and desire as Steve had hoped for. “Let’s not go that far.”

“No.” He whispered, gently placing his hands on her neck. “For now let’s be here.”

Because this was exactly where Steve wanted to be and he wasn’t about to let the moment go. Wasn’t about to let y/n go, even though it didn’t matter — this was exactly where y/n wanted to be too. Wrapped in the coziness of his jacket, with Steve’s lips on hers.

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rodgers x reader #steve x reader fluff #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rodgers x reader fluff #steve imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve fluff #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers oneshot #steve oneshot #steve x you #steve rogers x you

[turtle-steverogers]

Thoughts about Steve and Sensory Things

-those little squeeze balls? With the tiny balls inside? He HATES them. The thought that he could squeeze it hard enough to break it (and he could) and spill god-knows-what all over his hands…

-he prefers small forks/spoons because metal against teeth is Not Good.

-he can’t stand woolen blankets/sweaters. They were alright when he was a kid—maybe it was all he had—but he hates the texture now. It’s itchy and the little fibers always end up someplace they shouldn’t.

(Side note: I may be thinking of acrylic, not wool. At this point I can’t remember and I can’t be bothered to look it up, but you know the yarn I mean. Nobody actually likes it, but Steve hates it.)

-he LOVES nails scratching in his hair. Before Bucky came back, Natasha would card her hands through his hair and lightly scratch his scalp. Sometimes when she can see it’s turning into a bad day, she’ll still do it.

-fidget spinners wreak havoc on his hearing. They practically shriek; the sound is so high and fast and shrill and he hates it.

-he likes the squishy animals with the plastic eyes that bug out; there’s no danger of him breaking them, and they look funny

-I really wanna hear your thoughts on pop sockets; how does he feel about them? Does he have one? Does he pop it in & out almost obsessively (like I do)? Or does he hate the sound? His hands are big enough he can hold his phone without any problem, so he doesn’t need them, but some people don’t need them and like them anyways.

-those squishy jelly phone cases? He hates them. For some reason they’re always tacky to the touch and he doesn’t like the feel of them.

-the little handheld game with the water and rings and poles? He loves that game. He’s not amazing at it at first, but he loves it. He’s never beat Natasha’s time (because you know those two would turn it into something competitive).

I think that’s all I’ve got for now… let me know what you think! ❤️

omg yes all of this. you know how much i love steve and his sensory shit and OF COURSE i have thoughts, let's see...

-first off: same about the smaller spoons and forks. they're just BETTER for some reason

-also I think not only does he like nails on his scalp, but on his back as well! and it usually helps calm him down in the way that deep pressure does

-on that note, i think he also loves when someone takes his forearm and does this thing where you squeeze and ease the skin of the arm back and forth... that sounds weird, but it's really soothing

-also yeah i have a lot of thoughts about steve as a kid, and how he had issues with all sorts of things, but had to mask it for society and also because he had no other options... i have TONS of thoughts, so maybe i'll make another post for that

-pop sockets!! i think he LOVES to pop them in and out obsessively (me too, stevie) and it's one of those situations where the noise doesn't bother him when he's doing it, but would bother him if, say, bucky were popping his pop socket near him

-also on that note, i think he's like that with a lot of things. he doesn't mind the sound of computer keys typing when he does it, but if bucky is typing on his computer in the room with him, he'd get really annoyed

-you're right, he doesn't like fidget spinners! he prefers these:

they move around in a fun, brain scratching way, but don't make noise!

and some more assorted sensory things:

-he hates things on his hands, like lotion or other sorts of salves, which is a bit of a problem in dry weather. bucky ends up rubbing it on his knuckles for him, so he can touch as little lotion as possible

-ankle socks only. he hates crew socks, and hates formal situations where he has to wear longer socks-- it also makes any sort of press event all the worse, because everything's flashing and loud and he can feel. his. socks. on. his. calves.

-peanut butter is no. bad texture

-when he's having really bad sensory overload, bucky will hold him from behind and squeeze real hard :')

#anyway yeah!!! #him #adhd steve rogers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #mikey answers #mutuals <333

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 1] 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.” 

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes. 

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back. 

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably. 

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone. 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away. 

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there. 

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months. 

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #wonwoo #wonwoo fic #jeon wonwoo #uimy_meltwonu #svt fic

[krysphycookiez]

Hi it‘s me again. I have another request. What about izty‘s reaction. Reader is their gf and is really quiet and intriverted so they do cute stuff to get reader to talk or smile and maybe a kiss at the end.���

Thank you☺️

itzy | smile for me

synopsis: you’re quiet and a bit of an introvert, so your girlfriend makes an effort to bring out the sunshine in you

genre: fluff, headcanons

pairing: itzy x fem!reader

tw: none, just get ready for chaotic fluff

a/n: hi again! thanks for the request i appreciate it! i how this one isn’t too whack, i really tried qwq, anyways i hope you enjoy!

❥

poor baby is already a bit shy on her own

but hey, that’s what made you guys click together anyways so it was all coolio for a bit

once you and yeji start dating for about a month or two, she’s gonna try to be a bit more “bold” around you

pda is not something that occurs quite often between the two of you, as she just prefers to hug you or hold your hands

so when she starts showing affection by showering you with kisses and cuddles you were in shock

but not complaining though, who would deny a cuddle fest from the queen herself

once you two start getting comfortable with affection, you’d start talking more!

since you’re a shy bean and she’s also a bit like you, you two would do small little dates on the past

but now yeji is confident enough to bring you to nicer places like an amusement park or a restaurant

eventually you’d start opening up even more! and you’d laugh a lot more too and polar bear girl melts every-time she hears you laugh

she loves you and you love her

both of you are a wholesome couple, and even though things were a bit stale at first things got better

although you still have tendencies to be awkward, you’ve managed to open up even more to those around you

and it’s enough to make your girlfriend smile

“hey baby?” your sweet partner pipes up, causing you to turn your head to lock your eyes with her beautiful polar bear shaped ones. “yes? so you need anything?” you asked, giving her a small smile, making her chuckle

“nothing, i just wanted to see you smile,” yeji admits truthfully, to which you blush at. she makes her way towards you and pulls you into a tight hug, and a hug you return quickly. she gently kisses your forehead and locks her loving gaze with you.

“you know i love you right? i’m glad you’re opening up more,” she states, and you smile just grows from her sweet words. you lean your head onto her chest, her soothing heartbeat calming you down. “yeah... i love you so much, sweetheart,”

omg she thinks your so adorable when you first meet like

how can someone be so kawaii and innocent-looking?????

getting back on track she loves you so much, but ngl she was a bit dense at first about your crush towards her

this is lia we are talking about, how can no one love this amazing woman

ANYWAYS

when you two started dating she would shower you with love and affection because of how cute you were towards her

“hon how do you manage to make everything you do look so adorable i swear this is why i love you so much,”

she loves karaoke nights with you too

and you also got an amazing voice so she definitely gets all hype about it

but since you’re so shy you don’t sing that much so she catches you singing a lot in the shower then you think you’re alone

she also debates if she should join you in the shower or not

MOVING ON

she flirts with you a lot too just to see your cute lil flustered face and fawn over it

“awwww you’re so cute when you’re blushing~”

“babbyyyyy i missed you!” lia exclaimed as she jumped into your arms, making you topple a bit. since you’re a bit taller than her she likes to jumó to you for hugs

she peppered small kisses all over your face, making you giggle a bit. “what’s happened, lia? you’re suddenly so happy??” you asked while you chuckled. she pecked your lips and gave you a bright smile

“nothing happened, i’m just happy to see the most beautiful girl in the world,”

another shy girl, she’s actually the most shy out of all of itzy

ryujin would definitely try to flirt with you and then fail miserably before you got into your relationship

the other members would tease her for making her crush so obvious

that would result in a punch or two

MOVING ON!

when you guys would start dating she’d be such a complete sweetheart around you

she’d start to open up more but then over your adorable personality

she still tries to flirt but most of it is just cheesy pick-up lines

“omg that was so weird please forget i said that okay—“

the one time you said something remotely confident to her is when you complimented her on her dancing and rapping

she thought you were genuinely flirting with her so she got very embarrassed and stuttered a lot

yuna would never let her live that moment down lemme tell ya

she’d also give you tulips and roses cause she’s just so sweet to you, also she prefers giving you affection in private cause she’s still kinda shy

overall 10/10 wholesome gf, you should also kiss her on the forehead

“ryujin?? what are you looking at?” you asked her with that little innocent look on your face. you saw your girlfriend shift her way towards you on the couch and put a hand on your cheek. “just admiring the most amazing and wonderful woman i’ve ever met,” she said with a sly grin.

you blinked your eyes innocently, trying to process what she just said, which resulted in her gigging and patting your head. “you’re so adorable, y/n,” she commented while you puffed your cheeks in embarrassment and frustration.

“no i’m not.”

“awww but your areee~”

“ryujin!”

omg we are moving onto one of the best girls

she’s such an energetic and amazing pup you’d be so close with her before you guys dated

almost like sisters even, she just loves to hang out with you

so naturally, it’s very easy for her to get you on your fun and cheery side

boba dates, park dates, she’d take you to any fun and outgoing place to get you in a very bright mood

and then BOOM! just like that she manages to make you all energetic and playful

then you go back to being a shy bean and that just makes her heart explode with cuteness

your wholesomeness overload is too much for her and she’ll constantly remind you on how cute and adorable you are

constantly hugging you from behind and peppering kisses all over your face when she gets the chance

that is until she kisses your lips is what makes her heart go boom boom

you’re such a flustered and stuttering mess she’s overjoyed

also uh- chaotic ness with the other members of itzy is multiples ten times more when you’re around

overall, amazing gf, you won’t regret it

you had just gotten home from a tired day at work, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up into the warm and fluffy sheets next to your amazing girlfriend.

when you entered the room, you quickly set down your belongings and got properly changed before slipping under the sheets next to your partner. it wasn’t long before you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you, making you smile in content. “hi baby... i missed you...” chaeryeong muffled sleepily while nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle at her.

“yeah... i missed you too...” you said to her before cuddling up next to her, letting your sleepiness drift you away into a blissful rest.

ohhhhh now moving onto the savage maknae of the bundle

she’s such a little shit around you lemme tell ya

constantly teasing you as a way to show her affection or playing with your hair, she’s all over the place

however when she’s more calm, she likes to take you out to coffee dates

something about the taste of the energetic bitterness, plus having it with you makes her feel at peace

you’re the mediator in the pair

when she’s all worked up and hyper you manage to calm her down after a few weeks/months of being together with her

and it’s honestly adorable and funny to see you two interact

“y/nnnn~ can we get these cookies please???”

“…. you just had frosted sugar cookies no.”

you’re like the mom and she’s the little baby it’s so cute, the other members love your guy’s dynamic

give her tons of love she will give you the cutest reactions

whether it’s returning the gesture or just giggling adorably it’s so wholesome

yuna is an amazing girlfriend, she’s so hyper like a baby puppy and you’re just the chill partner

“baaaaabeeeee i wanna go ouuuuuuuut~~”

“ahhh yuna, you’re being clingy as always,”

“i can’t help it! you’re so cute..” your lovable partner said as she wrapped her slender arms around your shoulders, throwing herself into your embrace for a warm hug, to which you gladly returned.

“ahhh, i love you so much,” you said as you pressed a kiss on her forehead, making yuna giggle. “i love you too, y/n,”

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