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victorluvsalice · 1 year

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All right, folks -- we have hit Summer Thursday in the Chill Save, and it is VACATION TIME! I think Victor, Alice, and Smiler have earned one, don’t you? And after all, I made them such a nice little cabin last time to stay in -- be a shame not to use it!

Of course, I couldn’t have them leave in the middle of the night, which is when I normally stop my play sessions in-game -- so while Victor and Alice caught up on their sleep, Smiler made another computer chip (getting up to level 6 Robotics in the process) and tried giving one of the specters a zebra fizz they stirred up on their new bar -- unfortunately, the little blob wasn’t impressed. Fortunately Smiler’s silver tongue was able to smooth the situation over afterward and stop anything truly bad from happening. They also took care of the chickens, cleaning out the coop and scattering feed, before taking out the trash. Gotta make sure the chores are all done, after all!

Alice, meanwhile, got up just in time to do a little scavenging (got a time capsule, haven’t opened it yet) and get that last bit of werewolf XP to take her up to Prime werewolf status! She got the Grumpy Wolf temperament, meaning she now needs more naps. *shrug* “Wolf Nap” was one of the first abilities I got her, so hopefully this won’t be too much of a burden! And Victor slept in, did some last-minute recycling, and grabbed some groceries for their trip -- mostly because I was mean and gave the version of “Green Getaway Makeover” in this save the “Simple Living” lot challenge. XD Look, I felt it (and Wild Foxes) made sense for a cabin in the woods! But yeah, with that, they were all ready to head to Granite Falls for the next three days to close out summer!

. . .meaning, of course, when they arrived, it was raining. *sigh* Welp. I promptly tried to make the best of things -- I sent Victor and Smiler inside to amuse themselves while I had Alice transform and brave the drizzle to “Hunt For Food” as per her latest ability. I then started looking for the others to find ways to keep them occupied out of the rain. Victor was inside having a shower --

And Smiler was outside having one. *facepalm* And better yet, as they finished, the local park ranger, Kalama, walked up. She was initially shocked by Smiler’s state, but once they put on clothes and greeted her, naturally they were the best of friends. XD Good thing too, as halfway through their chat, Alice showed back up with a plate of fresh red meat to wolf down. I don’t think Kalama signed up for this in ranger school!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #I was so annoyed when I finally got them out the door of the farmhouse #and found that it was raining in Granite Falls #damn it >(#this is their vacation game #at least their three days in the mountains weren't predicted to be a total washout #and it gave you a good opportunity to see everyone's umbrellas #but yeah I'm keen on having Alice hunt for her own meat :)#not only will it keep her belly full #she'll also bring home spare meat for the fridge!#thus saving on groceries #right on #werewolves are fun XD #queued

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ash-says · 27 days

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Mini steps towards being independent:

I know. I know the frustration of not being in charge of your life. Especially when you are financially dependent and for some under 20s. Everyone treats you like a child but expects you to be an adult.

Then we have the group who go on insisting they are adults and capable of taking life decisions but for the love of God can't change their bedsheet responsibly.

Thus, I have come up with some mini tricks that will make you feel just a tiny bit independent:

Anytime anywhere list

1) Learn how to cook.

2) Take responsibility for household chores such as washing clothes, utensils,etc.

3) Do groceries shopping.

4) Keep track of the essentials required at home and make sure to stock them up.

5) Change the bedsheets weekly.

6) Clean your cupboards timely.

7) Plan a trip with your friends and take care of the execution part.

8) Decide what to make for lunch, dinner or breakfast and execute it solely (right from buying the food required to cooking it).

9) Check on your younger siblings studies. Take an update of their life or keep your room organized and clean.

10) Grow plants.

Planned execution list

Live alone. Try to get out of your parental home and start a new life in another city.

Get an internship/job.

Manage your finances on a budget and save money at the same time.

Take major life decisions such as your career field, whom to be friends with, etc solely on your own judgement.

Learn to navigate difficult social situations with ease.

Adopt a pet.

Develop your own ethical system.

Curate your discipline.

Identify your non-negotiable in different aspects of life.

Learn to speak up for yourself.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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peridotglimmer · 1 month

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Hi there,

My name is peridotglimmer, also known as Belle or SugarsweetRomantic around these parts. I'm a queer Deaf mum to a toddler living in the Netherlands, an avid fic reader and writer for many different fandoms, and as difficult as I find to say this:

I need help.

Over the last months, I've been coming to the realisation that my wife, who I've been with since I had just turned 17, is abusive. And I need to get myself and our son out as soon as possible, as safely as possible.

My wife has isolated me from everyone IRL, including my parents and friends, and controls every aspect of my life.

This entire situation has had an immense effect on my own mental health, which means I'm currently on disability income myself. That's just enough to pay for bills and groceries. She also controls what we spend money on, which means it's nearly impossible for me to set any money aside. I'm trying to save up as much as I can, but I'm not reaching the amount I need to get out anytime soon.

I have two major issues that I need to take care of:

I need a passport. I fear I'll need to flee when I break this whole cyst open, so to speak. I can take shelter with a friend in the UK, but Brexit means my European ID card isn't enough to enter the UK. A passport costs approximately 85 euros, and I'll also need to get photos taken for it. My wife tracks my location 24/7, but I have some opportunities to get to town hall and get it without her knowing. Getting to my friend would be cheapest by taking a train, then a plane, and then a bus. From that point, they will be able to help me out, and I will be able to support myself as well.

I do not have custody of our son. She's been saying I have to earn custody of him, but it's not looking like she'll ever grant me custody. I'll potentially have to take her to court for that, and I will. I refuse to give up on my son. He's the love of my life, and my motivation to create a better life for us both.

If any of you reading this is in the position to help out financially, I would be eternally grateful. The easiest way to do so, is via Ko-Fi, and thus, I'll link mine below. Please only help out if you can miss the money.

I'll be eternally grateful for any help I might receive. Reblogs are greatly appreciated, thank you in advance. I'm terrified, but determined. I have to get out.

Love, Belle

#personal #belle talks sometimes

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juicywritinghoard · 3 months

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MOMENTS PROMPTS

Lifechanging grocery store parking lot sunset

Sneezing while driving

Laying on the floor so hard you wish they’d invent lying down 2

Texting passionately in the waiting room

Making way too much soup

Can’t find a bandaid

Whatever the next straw is, it’s gonna be the last one

Sudden burst of energy well past bedtime

How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)

Long awaited snuggle

Stepping out of the shower with an epiphany

A kiss interrupted

Walking proudly out of the store with the most perfect little object

Trying to keep a special gift a surprise at any cost

Exactly what you needed to hear, one way or another

Dropped soda cans on the ding dang concrete

What in the world is THAT doing in the trash?

Getting it together. Or else

Man, that’s going to stain…

Waking up from a dream that felt too real

Finishing each other’s sentences

Can’t stop laughing to the point of hiccups

Just grateful to be alive honestly

Cold, grumpy, and stuck. But stylin

Recalled a sick fact on command and thus won the conversation

Saved SO MUCH MONEY it feels like defying god

Yeah no that’s moldy oops.

Tiny child in awe of you in a public space

Someone is deeply impressed by skills you weren’t even that proud of…until NOW

Haha, uh oh. Here we go again.

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turtlesandfrogs · 1 year

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I made this Pre-pandemic for a "Starting plants from the grocery store" class I was teaching, here it is edited down for anyone interested.

For saving seeds, the fruit should be fully mature for the seeds to be fully mature. Therefore, you can use seeds from a winter squash but not a baby zucchini, and the likelihood that the seeds of a tomato (or red bell pepper) will grow are much higher than for a green bell pepper. Unfortunately, many are either going to be poorly suited for your conditions, or hybrid, which we'll touch on later.

Stem cuttings are a great way to start many common culinary herbs! Especially basil!

Some tubers to consider starting from are sweet potatoes and actual potatoes.

And then of course, the bulbs! Green onions and garlic are your best bets!

These are outdoor plants and thus are Somewhat Fussy if you're going to grow indoors. Do not overwater them (eg, letting them sit in a tray of water for days) nor let them dry out completely. Try to keep them evenly moist, with thorough waterings that then pour out the bottom of the pot unimpeded.

Given that they are outdoor plants, a south-facing window (assuming you’re in the northern hemisphere) or grow lights are your best bet. If they don’t get enough light, they will turn pale and stretch towards their light source. They won’t grow as quickly or as healthfully as they would with sufficient light.

Examples:

Tomatoes & peppers! Tomatoes are the one that actually inspired me to make this because I saw this clip on starting plants from kitchen scraps, and they buried the whole dang half of a tomato! Don’t do that! What a waste of a tomato half! EAT your tomato! Take the seeds out!

If you’re intending to grow these outdoors, start them about 6 weeks before your last frost. If you have not grown plants from seed before, here’s some information from another class I taught: https://tinyurl.com/seedstarting2020

If you’re intending to grow them indoors the whole time, you will likely need grow lights for both tomatoes and peppers, and they like it if you keep your house on the warm side. I would suggest growing them outdoors and buying seeds for a dwarf tomato if you really want to grow indoors.

The down side is that most are hybrid, so when you grow out the seed, it's not necessarily going to grow well, be productive, or taste good. Even if it is open pollinated, it's probably been bred to thrive in conditions unlike those you can provide. If you need a successful crop, I highly suggest buying seed, or swapping with a reputable source. Although if you like and can find yellow pear tomatoes, those are an exception to this entire paragraph.

Basil! Basil is a great one to do stem cuttings of, get it started indoors, and then plant out once night time temperatures stay above 50f (10c). I prefer to start them straight into soil, and seem to have a higher success rate this way. To do this, remove all leaves except the top bud, and bury the stem in soil up to just beneath that bud and firm gently. Keep the soil moist and the pot above 60f, and you should have a good success rate. This method works for mint, lemon balm, rosemary, sage, etc, as well.

Green onions- really easy, put the bottom inch or so in soil and they’ll grow very well for you. I prefer soil over water because a) the water gets stinky, and b) they grow better and stronger in soil.

AND MORE:

Sage, rosemary, and thyme (also any stemmed herb): just like basil

Lettuce, carrots, beets: you get the tops, but usually they’ll try to bolt. Easier just to buy seeds. If you want, I usually start in shallow water and then plant as soon as I see roots growing. Again, keep the soil moist, and for these ones, keep them in a cooler part of your house. But really, they almost always bolt in my experience.

Sweet potatoes: Get them in the fall, it takes months for them to start growing (unless you're somewhere warm apparently? ). They will sprout, grow roots, take slips to plant outdoors once night time temperatures study above 50f (10c)

Garlic, just grab a clove and plant in the fall. Boom. GARLIC.

Squash- you don’t know what you’ll get, because they might be cross pollinated with another variety or hybrids. If you do grow it out and it’s bitter, don’t eat it, it’s poisonous. If you want to know more, search “toxic squash syndrome”

Ginger: Plant the rhizome in summer, harvest before frost, or overwinter indoors with a lot of light.

Pineapple: Doable, but it takes three years to get a harvest. Plant in well draining soil, and give it as much heat and light as you can.

Just for fun: (Unless you’re in the tropics or have a lot of patience.)

Mango, avocado, citrus. Take years, and a different climate than I have to fruit. If you’re in the tropics, go for it, but know that avocado pollination can apparently be tricky. I am not in the tropics, so I do not have direct experience with this. Citrus I think I've read also don't come true from seed.

Apples, pears: take years, and don’t come true to type. You do not know what you’ll get, and you’ll probably get something that is not worth eating (but would work for cider). These do need a cold dormancy period in the winter to do well. Of course, you could plant them and then top graft if it does turn out they don’t taste good.

Plums, peaches, apricots: take years, often do come true from seed, but peaches and nectarines are very susceptible to peach leaf curl, so may just die depending on where you are.

#gardening #vegetable gardening #yes that post made me remember but i did already have it written up #regrowing vegetables #pirating vegetables

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musings-of-a-college-dork · 2 months

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An Odd Request

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 1K

Steve’s wife goes to the gym and makes an odd request when she arrives home.

Warnings: sorta NSFW (mdni), use of Y/N, terms of endearment (baby).

Author’s note: This is just fluffy Steve and was written directly after I got home from the gym needing this man and a very specific kind of cuddling so…here it is! Short and sweet and very silly. Hope y’all enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Harrington household. Steve was the only one home, having a few hours on his own as Y/N went to meet her personal trainer. She had been seeing a trainer for a while as she, quote on quote, wanted “to be able to carry all the groceries in a single trip all by myself.” A noble and worthy cause in Steve’s eyes and yet as long as he was around, she’d never have to lift a finger. He was more than content to show off his own strength for her enjoyment…and yet wished to support her in any and all of her goals so off to the gym she had gone. As such, he had the home to himself for a few hours, a chance to get some work done.

He had spent most of the morning thus far drinking his coffee and sketching up new basketball drills and formations for the middle school team he coached. He finally understood exactly what Hopper had meant all those years ago about “coffee and contemplation” finding more and more that the man’s wisdom was never ending the older he got. We’ve gotta tighten up their current formations, he thought as the TV played some mindless sitcom in the background while he chewed on the end of his pencil. His mind looked over the squiggles on the paper in front of him trying to decide how to fix this. It had been weeks since they had won a game and morale was dropping fast. Jamie has to pass more but Donovan can’t really shoot…maybe if we move Paul to center and then swap Jordan and Cole we could-

The man wasn’t given another moment to think as he heard the front door open and close with a loud slam, the sound of feet padding their way down the entry hallway.

“Hey, baby!” Steve called as he continued to focus on the squiggles, drawing a few more lines before erasing them with equally as much vigor, “How was the gym?” A loud groan was all he received in reply as his wife dropped her bag to the ground and kicked off her tennis shoes, not even bothering to put them in the basket where she knew they belonged. The same basket she insisted his shoes lived in but rules didn’t apply to her, at least not right now. I’ll tease her about it later. “That good huh?” He called with a low chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well your protein shake is in the fridge. Should be cold enough since I put it in when you left.” Oddly enough, the man received no response. He waited a moment before he called again, looking up from his work.

“Bab-” And just like that she was in front of him. He jumped and let out a quiet swear as he clutched a hand to his chest. He hadn’t seen her before she had left and found himself taking a sharp inhale as he looked her up and down. She looked so fucking gorgeous in those tight black leggings that fit her just right, a simple white workout top, hugging her every curve, and the expensive black workout jacket he had saved up to get her for Christmas that she never left for the gym without. Not to mention the way her hair looked post-workout and the glow of sweat that radiated off of her. He was about to open his mouth to make some lewd remark he hoped she’d find charming but-

“Hold my tits.” The man blinked once, then again, his mouth open and gaping like a fish.

“W-what?”

“I want your hands on my tits,” Y/N repeated, holding his gaze with complete and utter seriousness, “Please.”

“Like…you want my…”

“Your hands. On my tits. Now.” When the man continued not to move his wife let out a deep sigh and took the pencil from his hand, laying it down next to his sketch as she replaced it with something much better. She led his large palm gently to her breast, letting out a sigh of relief as she encouraged him to give a little squeeze. Again, Steve didn’t even know what to do, never having seen her like this. Sure, she was usually a little more cuddly and blissed out after the gym as the endorphins ran through her body but this was…new. A good kind of new.

“So I take it you had a good time at the gym?” The man teased breathlessly as he ushered her around the coffee table to sit beside him on the couch. The woman let out a hum in confirmation as she laid down so they were pressed together, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her so his hands could live right where she needed them to. Another chuckle came from Steve as he buried his face into her hair finding-

“Did you put on perfume?”

“After working out,” she whispered as her eyes closed shut in complete and utter satisfaction, being held just the way she needed to be right now, “Didn’t want to come home smelling only like sweat.”

“I don’t mind,” Steve used his nose to brush the hair from the side of her neck, making her giggle as he pressed mindless kisses there, “I smell like sweat all the time and you still love me.”

“I do,” Y/N titled her head so he could press a kiss to her lips, one she returned eagerly before laying her head back down on the couch, “Fuck, I’m never doing the Stairmaster ever again.”

“Y/N, baby, if this,” Steve gave her tits a little squeeze to punctuate his thought, “is what happens after you’re on the Stairmaster, by all means, keep doing it. Any excuse to cuddle with my pretty little wife and hold her boobies is more than fine by me.”

“Don’t call them that,” Y/N scrunched her nose with a chuckle as she pressed her ass more into him to fit them closer together.

“What?” The man teased giving another squeeze, “Boobies?”

“STEVE!” The couple dissolved into a communal fit of giggles as they lay there together, all stress and strain completely forgotten as calm domesticity filled their hearts and home.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fluff

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henrioo · 10 months

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I saw you were asking for a request so here I go.

Can I get a Luffy X Reader, where they both met their future selves and are surprised and flustered that they end up together.

Thank you for your time,I love your writing.

✦ ── Me? I am you!: Monkey D. Luffy

Relationships: Luffy x Gn!Reader, 40!Luffy x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: A day on an island looking for a gift for your captain shouldn't be too much, until you run into... Luffy?

Warnings: Older man flirting with younger person (he's just confused), cuteness, future versions

Word Count: 1,8k

Notes: Reader neutral as always! I think it got a little too quick in the conversation between the versions but I didn't want to drag out any weird or too scientific conversations. I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes and for the delay

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• ────── ✦ ────── •

Sunny was nestled close to mountains whose only path was a dense uninhabitable forest. The sun was shining brightly but the various clouds in the sky prevented the heat from being unbearable. You weren't guarding the ship and had collected enough money from the latest robberies from sailors along the way. You had the perfect outfit and all the groceries for the long day you were going to have.

To sum it all up, you had the perfect day planned and you were acting on your plans! Why all this? It was simple, finding a unique and perfect gift so you could confess to your crush and crewmate, none other than Luffy, your captain!

You've been sailing with the crew for a long time, even though you've been apart for two years, so you weren't strangers to any of them. You formed beautiful bonds of friendship with everyone, you trusted them with your life and they did the same... But with your captain things developed a little differently than with your other colleagues.

You had a huge admiration for Luffy, a sense of wanting to repay the favor he did by saving your life and inviting you into the crew. Every moment you had together was you desperately trying to impress him and prove yourself worthy of his mercy, initially it might not even be healthy, but as the weeks went by your feelings also changed drastically.

What was admiration became affection, what was a desire to be the least became a desire to be the only one. You stopped seeing Luffy as a distant captain and started seeing him as your friend, as someone who was there for you in every situation. You didn't notice for a long time that little by little your gestures were changing, that your eyes had more love, that your smiles were warmer, that that friendship you cultivated was slowly becoming love.

Losing Luffy was hard, but it was losing that made you realize that you loved him, that you wanted to be his companion not in a platonic way, but in a romantic way, you wanted to be his only one. Time passed and when you were able to meet again it was like a bomb changed places with your heart, the first few days you stuttered nervously and blushed at any action Luffy had with you, whether it was a touch or a hug, you looked like a version of Sanji when you saw a beautiful lady.

You needed a few months to calm down and get your head on straight, by now all the crew members should have known you were in love, but they were probably pretending that they weren't for your comfort. It took a while mainly because of the events after your reunion, but now you've had some peace and you've decided it's time to come clean to Luffy and confess!

Of course, you were still afraid of rejection, but at that point you just wanted to be able to love the man without hiding anything, whether or not he would reciprocate was the lesser of two concerns. You walked around the market looking at all the possible stores, you wanted to find a gift for Luffy and thus take advantage of the gap to confess your feelings, the problem at hand was what to give Luffy.

Clothes were useless, he walked half naked more than with them… Weapons also didn't seem useful to his style, food he would get every day from the cook… You walked up and down not sure what to do and much less what to give to the captain. What could be to your liking? Maybe you should buy something more symbolic? Or just more generic and casual? Her head was already beginning to ache from searching and finding nothing.

You continued walking lost in your thoughts until you bumped into something firm. You looked up to see a tall man and just excused yourself about to make your way through the shops until he grabbed your wrist.

"License..."you asked confused.

"Y/n!" He chuckled and for a moment you were sure you were hearing Luffy laugh... But that was impossible.

You looked back at the man, he had not too long wild hair and a short beard, a scar under his eye and a dazzling smile… But why did that gentleman look like Luffy?

"Lu- What?!" You screamed in fright as you were lifted off the ground and picked up in a bridal "Let go of me! You pervert!" You screamed and struggled but the rubber arms wrapped around you and kept squeezing you tightly, how could this man have the same powers as Luffy?!

"Y/n! You said we were going to explore together! Why did you disappear?!" He said staring at you with a sad pout exactly the same way your captain did…

"What the fuck… Luffy?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Of course it's me" he laughed like you were crazy, then for a moment he stopped and stared at you "Hey, y/n… Why are you so small?"

"Hey! Put me down!" You yelled again as he started walking towards the forest.

"No!" He whined "You said you'd explore with me!"

"No! You idiot! I'm not your y/n!" You screamed helplessly.

"What do you mean? Of course you're my y/n!" He smiled "Isn't it?" He also seemed to change his mind quickly.

"You really didn't notice?!" you yelled angrily.

"Hm…. You look the same to me" he laughed and got closer to your face "Same smell…" he put his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply making your whole body shiver and get hot, you were sure your face should be as red as a tomato.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Did you hear… Luffy scream?

Quickly you turned to find your captain standing there with a hateful glare at the scene in front of him.

"Hands off y/n!" He yelled angrily and started to prepare for a strike, until the other Luffy, the older one, turned around and faced him.

And they continued to stare at each other for… two minutes?

"Say something!" You yelled angrily.

"Oh how cool I have a beard!" Luffy chuckled staring at the man.

The adult simply widened his eyes in shock and quickly put you on the ground, he looked around desperately as if looking for something.

"Hey boy, that shouldn't have happened… It's not like that guy had an akuma in himself" he scratched the back of his head guiltily "Oh, sorry y/n" he glared at you nervously "I didn't realize you weren't my y/n, y/n, I mean, technically you're my y/n because I'm Luffy… But I'm not the Luffy of now so you're not mine now? Ah, how complicated" he mumbled confused and sad.

"That's right! Y/n is not yours! It's mine!" Your Luffy squealed in annoyance and wrapped his arms around you, hanging on like a koala while wearing an irritated look…was he jealous?

"Luffy, it's not like that!" You tried to say something but realized it didn't make sense and fell silent for a moment to regain your composure "Luffy… He… He's you"

"Ahn? What do you mean? I'm me!" He said looking at you confused.

"Yes I know, but he's you… From the future, I think" you looked at the adult curiously.

"Hm… I've always been so smart, haven't I?" You heard what sounded like his voice, but more mature coming closer.

Then when you looked up a fourth figure joined you, the person was… You?!

It was exactly you, same shade of hair and eyes, but you were grown up and much cooler! You wore chic, stylish clothes and had a determined, confident look. His adult self smiled and approached Luffy who then smiled like a child getting a present. He took you in his arms and spun around several times, then when he stopped he started kissing your face several times until he finished with a big kiss on the mouth.

You stared at it all with wide eyes and cheeks burning, you didn't even have the courage to look at Luffy who had his head on his shoulder and was still squeezing you against him.

"Lu! Don't do this in front of them" you laughed embarrassed "They haven't gotten to that part yet"

"Hmmmm" Luffy grumbled irritably like a puppy "I know, you almost freaked out when I hugged you!"

"Yes" you laughed "I used to be so shy" you said with some nostalgia "Oh, I think we owe an explanation, don't we?" You looked down at yourself and smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah… maybe" you said nervously and without looking away from your Luffy.

"You see, there was this man who swore he was an akuma no mi user, we didn't believe him because he couldn't do anything, it turns out that when we woke up we were here" you said still in Luffy's lap without seeming bothered "It seems he can transport some people to the past or future, this would be a problem if this akuma didn't have a major defect, the user of the akuma is transported along with it"

"Does that mean you can go back to your timeline?" You said understanding the story line.

"That's right! I already found him and left him in the forest, I just needed to come get the big guy" you smiled and pulled one of Luffy's cheeks "So pretend this never happened ok?" You winked.

"Okay…" you said without much reaction.

Soon the adults said goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the forest, Luffy is still squeezing you and you were starting to get very nervous because he hadn't said anything for a long time.

"Hey, y/n" he finally spoke, he was still staring at the spot where the other two left.

"Yes… Luffy?"

"Why can they kiss and we can't?" He turned to face you and you nearly fainted.

"Because they're a Luffy couple…" you explained nervously.

"But they're us, aren't they?"

"They are…"

"So that technically means we're a couple too" he smiled.

"Yeah… well… I don't know if that's how it works… you know? They love each other and everything… I…" you started to stutter nervously.

"But I love you too!" He protested with a pout.

"Not like that Luffy! They love each other differently, it's not the same as loving the crew" you tried to argue.

"But I want to kiss you! And I don't want to kiss anyone else on the crew! Ace said we only kiss our boyfriends!" He said again.

"Do you want kiss me?" You asked breathlessly.

"I want…" he admitted with some embarrassment.

"You know… I want to kiss you too Luffy…"

You turned shyly to see his gaze filling with joy and love, your heart beat faster as you got emotional, the way he looked at you was as if he could do anything for you.

"You know… Captain… If you really want to kiss me, you need to take me on a date first… How about that? I promise I'll explain everything about being lovers" you offered.

"Yes! And then you're going to kiss me!" He chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah… I will" you said completely in love.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffydmonkey #monkey d luffy #luffy imagine

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gallifreyanhotfive · 3 months

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 12

A Class Two Intervention refers to the violation of Gallifreyan law resulting from a Time Lord setting themselves up as the God of another culture. The penalty for such an act is vaporization.

The Eighth Doctor has described his blood as "yummy" on several occasions.

The Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric once watched a play depicting how the First Doctor and Susan saved the planet Lemaria from the Megrati. The Fifth noticed that the actor playing the First was actually the Twelfth Doctor and then watched the Twelfth bluff the Megrati, thus preventing a second invasion.

After breaking her vortex manipulator and being it, a Time Agent in training named Keira Sanstrom tracked the Twelfth Doctor down to St. Luke's, dismantled Nardole, and kidnapped him to get her back to the planet Calandra.

Sarah Jane Smith caught the Black Death in London 1666.

The Fourth Doctor's body was once taken over by Rascla, and to defeat Rascla, he took over Sarah's mind. A brutal psychic battle ensued.

One time when the Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric went grocery shopping, the Master trapped them in the store by turning it into a maze, but they were able to find their way out by marking their trail with frozen peas.

The Tenth Doctor claimed that he had never flown a hot air balloon before when he flew one in 1851. However, this is not the case as the Fifth Doctor has also done so, but because of the many times he had lost his memories since that day, he likely does not remember it.

The Eighth Doctor has a purple Volkswagen Beetle.

The Daleks celebrate "Extermination Day" every other day of their calendar.

The Sixth Doctor once briefly considered swapping his signature outfit for a Santa Claus suit.

While guarding the Pandorica, Rory faced off several times against Merlin, who was himself trying to get the Pandorica and had poisoned Lancelot, funded all sorts of plots, and cast spells on Camelot to do so. Unbeknownst to Rory, Merlin is an alias that the Doctor used.

The Doctor's real name is 38 syllables long and incredibly difficult for a human to pronounce.

Due to extensive manipulation of the Doctor’s biodata, all origin stories are paradoxically equally true.

It's thought to be impossible to lie under the Time Winds, so it is thus often used during interrogations on Gallifrey.

In the far future, an incarnation of the Doctor is the tyrannical supreme leader of the universe called the Emperor.

The Doctor has traveled with Iris Wildthyme before, essentially as her companion.

The Master remembers the Rock Monsters to be "orange scrotum monsters.

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hwaslayer · 7 months

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project: make you love me (jyh) | six.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.5k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, sweet yuyu per usual, seonghwa moment (sorry yes he's back briefly lmao), crying & some overthinking, next few chapters will prob feel like lil filler chapters while things progress between oc x yunho <33 we are almost there yall, promise!!

Yunho parks his car in the driveway, clicking the key fob to make sure his doors are locked after he grabs his things from the trunk. Entering the house, it's a lot quieter than expected— typically, he has family members or close neighbors over even if they're just there to sit in the kitchen and gossip with his aunt and mom.

When he sets his things down and walks further into the house, he realizes why it's so quiet in the house.

"Yunho! Our handsome boy!" His aunt yells from the backyard where she sits with his mom, two neighbors and their two friends. Yunho feels the heat rise to his cheeks because even though this is happens constantly— he's still not used to the praising and babying from his own family members.

"Hi." He gives them a toothless smile and waves, helping himself to a seat right next to his mom. "Miss Universe herself, how are you feeling?" His mom chuckles before playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm doing okay, my love. I missed you."

"I'm here now, right? Did your appointment go okay?" He swings his arm around her chair and focuses all of his attention on her.

"Yeah, it went perfectly fine. I felt a bit tired and weak afterwards, but nothing some good rest and food couldn't fix." Yunho nods.

"Okay, that's good."

"How about you, tell me all about school? I think your mom is missing some details." She says with a small smirk and Yunho can't help but playfully roll his eyes.

"Didn't you wanna go to the grocery store?" He changes the subject, his aunt immediately catching on to the shift in his body language.

"Yunho has a girlfriend, I think." She says to her neighbors while smirking at him. Yunho's mom laughs it off, standing to save her son from the oncoming comments, teasing, etc etc.

"Suho." His mom says in a scolding manner, slight drip of playfulness to it. "Don't you have a list of things we need to get at the grocery store?"

"Oh shit, you're right." She says, hurrying into the kitchen for her list. Yunho laughs and bids farewell to their friends, following his mom and aunt into the kitchen. His mom grabs the list from her sister, asking if she needs anything else or if she wants food from anywhere before they return. She simply says no and says she'll be heading out with her friends soon— that the both of them should just enjoy shopping and eating wherever they'd like.

And so with that, Yunho carefully helps his mom get settled before hopping into the driver's seat. His music is softly playing in the background, while his mom continues to tell him about how her appointments have been and the people she's encountered. He starts to laugh when she mentions one of the technicians at the dialysis center, and how she's bragged about him to her countless times.

"Okay mom, I appreciate it but you don't have to play cupid." He smiles at her before shifting his attention back to the road.

"I know, but sometimes I worry about you." She gently squeezes his bicep. "I can't help it because I'm your mom. You do a great job taking care of everyone else, sometimes I just want someone to help take care of you."

"I'll be okay."

"I know, I know." She lets out a breath before toothlessly smiling at him. "But, you get where I'm coming from."

"I think so."

"What about your friend?"

"What friend?"

"From school? The one you talked about, you know? Helping with her assignments."

"Oh, right." Yunho chuckles. "What about her?"

"Well, what's her name?"

"You're gonna look for her on Facebook."

"I am not." She playfully hits him, making him laugh.

"Her name is Y/N."

"Beautiful name. I'm sure she's very pretty." Yunho shrugs.

"Y-yeah she is. But, we're really just friends. We click pretty easily. Surprisingly."

"What do you mean surprisingly? You're the sweetest and the friendliest boy I know. And I'm not saying that because I'm your mother."

"You're definitely saying that because you're my mother." He laughs.

"Why don't you see where it goes?"

"I never said I wouldn't." He laughs a bit. "I'm also not going to force anything."

"That's fair. She seems to be a good friend, though."

"She is. She's sweet."

♣︎ FLASHBACK

"Yunho!" You happily head down the steps when you see him standing there, patiently waiting for you. He has his hands dug deep into his pockets, hood on his head. A small, tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you finally come face to face and stand in front of his towering figure. "Hey you." You gently poke at his arm.

"What's up?" He starts to lead the way with slow, steady steps— walking down his usual path around the complex.

"Kinda just wanted to take a quick walk."

"Feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired."

"You're telling me. How's practice been?"

"Practice is practice. It's fun to be doing it with friends though." He nods, silently walking alongside of you. "How's Yeosang?" He chuckles.

"Yeosang is Yeosang. Currently still yelling at his screen."

"You guys should game together."

"We do when he decides to play Valorant, but he's more into League." He scratches at his temple. "I must sound very attractive right now." You laugh a bit.

"That sounds very fun. You'll have to teach me one day."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, why not. I'd probably have to play on a dummy account or something so I don't ruin your level." You tilt your head in confusion. "Ranks? Whatever they're called." He smiles.

"Fair." You laugh.

"Wow, so you don't believe in my abilities, huh?"

"You said it first."

"Yunho." You whine, making him laugh a little loudly this time.

"I'm kidding. I believe in you. It's really not that bad." You smile, but it quickly fades when you almost bump into Yunho just as he suddenly stops in his tracks. "Look." He looks down at you, then points upwards. "The moon." You stand beside him and look up at the moon.

"It's beautiful."

"Hm, yeah." He snaps a photo. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stop."

"No, please. I like seeing these parts of you." He smiles.

"Yeah?" You nod. "You don't think it's odd?"

"I could never think that way about you, Yunho." You playfully tap his arm. "Seriously. It's nice to see someone appreciate the moon."

"Someone has to." You giggle as you both continue to slowly walk alongside each other, arm brushing against one another.

♣︎ END

"Please don't forget to bring her by one day. I'd still like to meet her."

"Meet her?"

"You've been happier lately, and that's all I could ask for. She sounds lovely."

"Okay." Yunho nods and smiles at her just as he pulls into the lot of the market.

Yunho patiently goes around with his mom, placing every item she needs into the cart while she points out what's needed. They spend a good 45 minutes, close to an hour, just taking their time buying what's needed and other necessities. Afterwards, Yunho takes his mom to her favorite Chinese restaurant. They spend time talking about all things school-related and what his plans might be for the near future.

And Yunho loves being home, don't get him wrong. He'd always spend time with his family over anything. But, he couldn't help but think of you— especially after his mom brought you up.

He hopes you're okay. Maybe he'll check on you tonight.

Tonight, you wrap up your homework and waddle over to the couch— joining Seungmin and Chaery in the living room while they watch their show. Soobin is cooking himself some dinner since he just got back not too long ago from the library.

"Any of you guys want some ramen before I shut this off?"

"Nope!" Seungmin yells loudly even though he's just in the living room.

"Same. Thanks Soobinnie." Chaery says in a sing-song tone. You simply look at Soobin with a small smile, shaking your head before returning your attention to your phone. A text comes in and you're [slightly] surprised at who it is— but, you definitely can't say that it doesn't put a smile on your face.

yunho: take a look at the moon if you haven't yet.

But, your smile instantly fades when you can't respond right away. A call cuts through on your screen, and it's probably the last person you want to speak to right now— even though you know you need to.

"Hello?" You answer nonchalantly, not in the mood to speak to Seonghwa.

"Hey. Are you free right now?" You sigh and look at the clock. 10pm.

"Yeah, I am."

"Can you come down? I'm here in my car."

"For what, Seonghwa?" You hear him sigh heavily on the other line before speaking up again.

"I just want to talk. We haven't talked in days and I'm trying to figure out what's going on between us."

"Seonghwa—"

"Y/N, please. That's all I'm asking for." He says in a serious tone. You roll your eyes and purse your lips together, pausing for a moment before responding.

"Fine. I'll be down in a few."

"Alright." And with that, you end the call— sliding your phone into the pocket of your sweats before forcing yourself off of the couch to grab the nearest jacket.

"My jacket?" Soobin watches as you snatch his jacket off of the dining table chair.

"I just need it for a second. Please?" You pout and he nods.

"Where are you going?" Chaery asks while her and Seungmin continue to watch their show, her eyes fixed on the TV.

"Seonghwa wants to talk."

"Oh, jeez." She says. "Goodluck with that, hun. Call if you need anything."

"Yup!" You slip into your crocs, dragging your feet down the steps and to Seonghwa's car. He's parked by the curb, windows slightly rolled down so you're able to catch a peek of him. He's staring down at the phone near his lap, the light illuminating his face. He texts away even as you approach the door, but chucks it into his middle console after he's sent whatever he needed to send. You plop onto the passenger's seat and avoid eye contact, crossing your arms as you look straight ahead at the car in front of his.

"Hi to you, too." He furrows his brows a bit.

"So, what is it Seonghwa?" You finally turn to him and let out a barely audible sigh.

"Baby, come on." Seonghwa clicks his teeth and pouts a bit. He slips his hand on your thigh and lets it rest there. "I said I was sorry. I know I fucked up majorly, but something just came up and—"

"Something came up? Something always comes up for you. You couldn't even take one second to text me or let me know? It doesn't take much."

"I know, I thought I was going to be able to make it in time."

"Right. I've heard that before."

"I'm sorry." He repeats.

"Heard that before too." You shake your head. "Seonghwa, I think we should just stop doing this, okay? Clearly, you have better things to worry about and I'm just tired."

"W-what?" He looks at you, really looks at you. Almost in disbelief. Probably disbelief. "Baby, I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna lose you."

"It doesn't matter if you do, you always have someone to fall back onto." You shoot back, and he's silent. Of course he is. "I thought so."

"No, you're not giving me time to get my thoughts together." He panics. "Y/N, baby. Please. Hear me out. I don't wanna lose you. I really don't. I know I fucked up time and time again, but I'll do better. It's always been you and—"

"You're only worried about losing the idea of me, someone who will be there as your safety blanket when other shit doesn't pull through for you. You aren't actually worried about me, and you know I'm right." He scoffs and shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything, no. He can't say anything because he knows it's true. He quickly deflects and brings up the one thing that has been running his last nerve lately:

"Why don't you just say that it's Yunho?"

"This has nothing to do with Yunho, Seonghwa! I'm so tired. It's been months of this back and forth bullshit, don't you get it? It's so clear what this means to you, and I don't wanna stick around, waiting for somebody that doesn't even care about me."

"Don't say that I don't care—"

"You don't!" Your tone raises a bit, and this is when it settles that Seonghwa isn't good for you. He will never be good for you, good to you. He will never change, and you will never find an ounce of pure, genuine happiness being stuck here. "You really don't. You can't claim that when I've caught you multiple times doing shit behind my back, let alone left my ass in the cold like I was easily disposable. Multiple times." Tears are pricking your bottom lids and you're not sure if it's because of everything you've been through or if it's because you feel bad for yourself— for settling, for letting him walk over you. You are aware that, however this ends, you'll need to take a moment and say your peace to it. "I'm so done with it, Hwa. I don't need this."

"Wait, Y/N. Please." He says, hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze so you don't up and leave right away.

"No. We're just going to go in circles and repeat the cycle. This is done—"

"How can I fix this?" You furrow your brows and shake your head, letting out a scoff.

"You really have to ask? If you really wanted to know, you would've asked that question a long time ago." You remove his hand from your thigh.

"So, that's it?" He asks because he doesn't know how else to respond without sounding even more pathetic. "Y/N." Hwa panics again when he sees you swing the door open, stepping out without saying another word to him. Though, he couldn't really tell you why he panicked— perhaps, yeah, it's the thought of losing you, but mainly his image. How he'd look if people ever found out that you left him first.

And you know this already.

In plain words, he's just worried about losing another girl on his list. Especially the one that was always there for him, the one that rarely gave him issues. Didn't get strung up too quickly, didn't really press him for shit over the months.

Damn.

Even though you said it had nothing to do with him, Seonghwa still thinks Yunho played a part in it. And that's fucking annoying.

"Y/N!" You hear him call for you again, even after you've slammed his door and stormed off to your apartment. You feel the tears pricking your lids again, and you're doing your best to hold it in. But eventually, the tears stream down your cheeks; one by one.

This is you saying your peace.

Then, you'll move on. As you should.

"Baby is back!" Chaery cheers but her smile instantly fades when she sees you wiping away at your face. "Aw no, baby. What happened?" You shrug as she comes to you and pulls you into her arms.

"I just ended it with Seonghwa."

"Oh shit, good for you! Finally!" Seungmin is still sitting on the floor, so he flicks her on the leg. "Ow! The heck?"

"What she means to say is that everything's gonna be okay, and that it's okay to cry if you need to." He looks at her and she follows with a slow nod.

"Yes, absolutely." You wipe the remaining stragglers and shake it off, returning Soobin's jacket to the dining chair.

"It's fine, I'll be okay. I needed to do that." You look at them with a reassuring expression. "It's just time to move past this." Chaery rubs your back.

"Do you need anything?" You shake your head.

"No, but I'm going to head into the room and just chill for the night."

"Okay." Chaery gives you a small smile.

"Get some rest." Soobin adds.

"I will." You head off to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. It's still early but you don't think you'll be sleeping anytime soon with the thoughts that are currently bombarding your head. It does suck to finally part from something that no longer serves you, but you know it's for the best.

You were done.

Suddenly, you remember Seonghwa bringing up Yunho and it begins to irritate you. How dare he? He knows nothing about Yunho, and you hate how he's the first one he tries to blame. Shame that he's grown but can't take full responsibility for his actions. Until this day, Seonghwa has yet to fully acknowledge everything he's done.

He still finds a way to beat around the bush, implying that he did no wrong.

You shut off the lights and lay in bed with the mood lamp on, picking up your phone to finally respond to people. You sent your mom and sister a quick text before switching to Yunho's thread— realizing you still haven't responded to his last text.

you: ugh, that picture is perfect. the moon is sooo pretty tonight. 🥺

you: sorry for the late response, kinda got wrapped up with something super last min. how's your weekend going?

yunho: why the sad face? 😣

you: it'd be nice if we could go on a walk and look at the moon together.

yunho: aw yeah, that does sound nice. but, i hope the picture at least put a smile on your face.

yunho: & you don't have to apologize. but, it's been nice being at home and catching up with my family. what about you? everything okay?

you: i don't know? it's okay, i guess. just kinda tired.

yunho: you sure that's it?

you: no. 😕 but, it's nothing really.

yunho: calling you in a few, is that okay?

you: more than okay!

You continue to scroll through your phone for a couple of more minutes before Yunho's name lights up on the screen. A small smile pulls at your lips just as you pick up the call, Yunho rustling around in the background.

"Hi." You hear a bit more rustling before Yunho is letting out a [content] sigh.

"Hey, sorry. Just got in bed."

"That's okay." You chuckle. "I'm also lying down and just being lazy."

"Good, you should just rest." Yunho clears his throat. "You okay?"

"Mm, I don't know. I guess."

"What's going on?"

"I ended things with Seonghwa tonight." He remains silent for a bit before he responds with a—

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Again, just moving on." You chuckle a bit. "I did cry a teensy weensy bit, but I needed to let it out in order to let it go."

"Yeah, totally understandable. You sure you're okay? It's okay if you aren't."

"I am okay. It does suck though, we argued and then I just—" You pause. "I don't know. I guess I realized how this wasn't good for me. Everything came crashing down and I was so over it."

"Mhm." He softly answers, letting you continue on.

"I don't wanna keep being like that, you know? I don't say much, but I always feel anxious and stressed. I always end up thinking about what Seonghwa will do to hurt me next. That sounds so bad, but it's the best way to put it." You sigh. "It's just not good."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's not. But, it's okay if you aren't okay right now. Take your time."

"Thanks Yunho. Seriously. I'll be good." You let out a small, breathy laugh. "Just a moment of weakness."

"Not weakness." There's a small pause as you let Yunho's response sink.

"Hey, by the way. We're doing a scary movie night thing at our apartment soon. Do you wanna come over and join us?"

"Hm." He hums, thinking about whether or not he should just do it.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"Fun for you because I'm sure I'll end up as your punching bag when things get too scary." You chuckle.

"No, not even! Seriously. We'll have lots of food."

"What movie are you planning to put on?"

"Would that be a dealbreaker?" You tease.

"Maybe." He plays along.

"I truly have no idea yet."

"Alright then." He laughs. "Yeah, I'll join." You gasp.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He reiterates.

"Aw, yay! I hope you didn't feel pressured or obligated." Yunho sits on his response for a bit; no, he doesn't feel that way. It might be new hanging out with you and your friends, but he was looking forward to just being in your company.

"Never that."

"I'll text you all the details later." You yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Kinda. Just exhausted."

"I can go if you—"

"Stay. You're good. Even though I might fall asleep soon." You giggle.

"That's fine." Yunho answers. The two of you continue to talk a bit about how home has been for Yunho and what you had been up to over the weekend. After the cute giggles and playful teasing, there's a nice, comforting silence that falls between you two. Yunho almost believes you've fallen asleep until you sleepily break the silence by calling his name.

"Yunho?" There you go, calling his name like you always do. It's becoming a weakness for him.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for always showing me the moon."

"Course." He matches your tone, and responds close to a whisper. Another silence settles in, but Yunho is positive you've fallen asleep due to the very small and soft snores he hears on the other line. He chuckles to himself before setting his phone aside, keeping the call connected on speaker in case anything went wrong.

He'd be there.

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bamsara · 2 years

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i know "When did you stop loving me?" is an angsty one, BUT what if it was actually an overly dramatic lament bc someone didn't get their way?

(I love that twist! Note: This written prompt is fluff/domestic shenanigans with Y/N having a habit of poor self-care, but the DA helps that.)

(This is a bit long so maybe not a drabble but a one-shot, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!)

You're a college student with a hetic, inconsistant schedule job and more stressers in your life that would make a therapist whistle, so you're not exactly the best at self-care, or even regular human maintence. Your eating schedule was flakey at best and the contents of your fridge wasn't anything healthy if just something to pop into the microwave very quickly to save time. Sometimes your apartment would get dirty quickly and with no mental energy or time to clean it up, you just lived a little gross for a while. Don't even get started on your sleep schedule.

The Daycare Attendant, you realize, became quite aware of your situation more-so than they already had after their 'permanent moving' into your home, and thus you've been subjected to more life changes in the last week than you'd ever be prepared for.

Sun uses your phone to order healthier groceries and and tsks at the instant-microwave meals in your cabinet. He's gotten into cooking, which is both incredably odd considering he's a robot, but amusing when you walk into the living room and he's watching an a show of middle aged women teaching the viewers how to make veggie pasta.

Maybe he misses arts and crafts back when he was at the pizzaplex, and just liked to work with his hands. Something hints at you this is a correct assumption because the fruit he cuts for you are star and heart shaped and he likes to take pictures with your phone afterwards. You don't get it, but it makes him happy and keeps his mind occupied elsewhere, so you don't mind.

Moon cleans up after your mess and threatens you (in a friendly manner, of course. You think.) to go to bed at a proper time or he becomes rather aggitated.

Any attempts at using your phone underneath the covers will result in a small EMP attack that takes out your phone and the neighbor's Television. You know, because Gramps mentioned that her TV only seems to cut out around the same time every night and nothing he does seems to fix it until morning. Moon holds no remorse, obviously.

It's nice. Even if they're a little bit pushy about about it. Honesty, you think these acts are just remants of their care giving programming, the need to feel useful after everything that happened or just trying to busy themselves with the human they're invested in. Maybe a mix of all of those things, but that's to be unpacked later.

The exchange wasn't unequel either. You've learned more about robotics in the last 6 months than you'd ever expect to know, for sure, along with some other things. You're an adult, you can keep yourself alive just fine, but it's nice to have the extra support.

It does, however, get a touch on your nerves at times.

"Moon, c'mon, I'm like, so close to the end-" You make a lunge for the remote, and it's closer to you than it was before. The animatronic holding it over your head doesn't even blink as you make a grab for it again and your fingers only brush air. "Dude! The season finale came out today. It's literally the last couple of episodes!"

"Sit." Moon states plainly. "Kitchen table."

"I'll eat later. It's not like the fridge is going anywhere, Moon. C'mon. Everyone has seen it but me and I'm already getting spoilers on my feed. Just another episode? You two said you've watch it with me anyway."

Moon blinks dully at you, and stuffs the remote underneath his hat. "No."

"C'monnnnnn"

Fingers find your collar and hook underneath the fabric, and routinly, you are dragged away from your unhealthy habit of binging new series of media to attend to your oh-so-delicate human needs that are far too demanding for your liking. The Daycare Attendant has long become acustomed to your whining.

The dinner table chair because your metaphorical prison as Moon lightly pushes towards it, sitting with a slump and a over-the-top dramatic sigh as the animatronic walks through your kitchen. The lights are dimmed, but he still squints at the refridgerator lights that greets him when he opens the door. "What do you want."

You resist the urge to snatch his hat and run. "A robot that doesn't nanny me."

Red eyes and white pupils side eye you, and Moon pulls out a a few items. He speaks deadpan. "Cry about it."

"Maybe I will." You snark back. He makes a noise somewhat akin to a snort, and you pretend your pinching his head inbetween your fingers from across the room. You raise from your seat, resigining yourself to your fate and getting yourself a drink. It's a sugary soda (caffine free!) that Moon glances at but leaves be. Sun would have polietly recommended water by now.

It's almost a funny image: a tall, clown robot standing in front of your microwave in a t-shirt and slippers, just staring at the glass with mild dissassioance until the counter goes down. You duck, popping your head underneath his elbow and his arm raises to allow you. "So." You sip at your drink, and Moon makes a face above you. "What's on the menu, Starboy?"

"Leftovers." A pause. "That we made this morning."

Right. Sun must have made a meal set during the day for the opposite half to make for you at night. Clever bastard. "...Can I have the remote now?"

Moon, without looking at you, adjusts his hat to sit better on his head.

"Bitch."

"Sit." He shoos you to the table. "And sleep after this. It's late."

Very late, actaully. Around the wee hours of 1AM and half-past god knows what. You'd been so caught up in your favorite show that you just sorta forgot to do everything else for the day, so eating, showering, studying were all at the bottom of the list. Regaurdless, your TV called to you.

You heave a dramatic sigh, falling back onto the kitchen chair and resting your elbow on the table, cheek resting in your palm. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this after all we've been through. Denying me the simple pleasures in life, for shame."

The microwave counts down to single digits and Moon's fingers hover over the handle. You can't see his face from this angle, but a faint chuckle is in his tone. "Tragic."

"Ugh, how could you?" You sigh again, more dramatically this time, and even go as far as to place the back of your free hand against your forehead and calling back to all the cheesy soap operas you and Sun watch in your free time. "I feel soooo betrayed. When did you stop loving me?"

The microwave starts beeping and Moon's fingers lock onto the handle, and freeze.

A couple of beeps ring by. You hand lowers and you raise a brow at the animatronic's still form. You give him a moment, because sometimes the Daycare Attendant stalls sometimes, and you chalk it up to being a robot thing. But the beeping was starting to get annoying. "Hey, man. The food's done."

Another two seconds. His fingers move and pop the microwave door open. You can smell heated up veggies and broth from across the room. "Funny."

"Yep. I can be a jester too."

"One episode." Moon grabs your dinner with one hand, and pulls the remote out from under his hat with the other. "To eat your food with. Then sleep. You're lacking."

The smile on your face comes naturally, and you swipe the remote from his hands. "Yeah, sure. Like I'd let you boss me around anyways. Come lay with me on the couch and watch it with me. There's aliens in this episode."

#Solar Lunacy #honestly i might start posting these to A03 to keep them organized #writings #fnaf #fnaf moon #moon x reader #this is totally not self projecting with the reader btw no sir /j

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russic · 2 years

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Ranpo Edogawa Boyfriend Headcanons

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You’re too lucky: You have this “little” guy man, wrapped around your finger.

No, seriously. Ranpo’s in LOVE with you.

You met the sassy green-eyed detective when Kunikida encouraged you to join the Armed Detective Agency. Being assigned as Ranpo’s partner, you quickly became mesmerized by his “ability” to solve impossible crimes. When you expressed your admiration to Ranpo, he (cockily) replied, “I know.”

His heartless response nearly crushed your soul; however, when you utilized your ability to save him from death’s doorstep, courteous of Chuuya Nakahara, he discovered himself stranding with a bouquet of daisies on your doorstep.

He expressed, “No one’s ability ever impressed me; I often think my way out of things quickly, but I didn’t today. Though I have been nothing but mean and was never determined to put your safety first; you did me. Thus, it’s not your ability that impressed me, but your heart does.”

Good compliment, but it still hurt.

After his confession, Ranpo granted you permission to enter his “secret” snack locker.

Overtime, you noticed that you didn’t enter Ranpo’s locker for the free sweets, you simply enjoyed seeing the wide smile sticked to his face.

Asked you on a date via Candy Hearts on Valentine’s Day.

When you sat at your desk inside the ADA office after a long day, you looked down. On your desk, there was three candy hearts laid out that spelled:

You Me Date

From there, the rest is history:

Just kidding, when would I leave you hanging like that?

R.e.f.u.s.e.s to watch anything besides detective television series:

Ranpo’s favorite show is Scooby Doo. Once the guilty character appears on screen, Ranpo identifies them and begins explaining why they had the motive to commit a crime.

Asked you to dress up as Shaggy and Velma for Halloween.

Invited Atsushi to be Scooby Doo; he agreed.

Enjoys watching Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime

is ALWAYS snacking on popcorn when he’s watching television shows or movies.

As Ranpo is eating, he will stop chewing to comment upon what detectives are doing wrong. He will begin addressing them as “dummies,” “idiots,” and “goobers.”

As Ranpo gets angrier, he eats faster and rolls his eyes.

It’s kind of cute.

When Ranpo talks shit, ENCOURAGE him.

Though his comments can be rude; you cannot help but succumb to how A D O R A B L E Ranpo is when he’s frustrated.

“Can you believe that idiot? He couldn’t walk me home! Probably went to find another place to die. Well, good riddance.”

Lightly chuckling at his anger, you’ll respond, “Tell ‘um, babe.” “Fuck him.”

Filled with steam, Ranpo will say, “Yeah, fuck him!”

Gets F.U.R.I.O.U.S. when you put yourself in danger.

When you faced the Black Lizards alone, you returned beaten, bloodied, and battered. Despite refusing to leave your side or release your hand in the hospital, Ranpo REFUSED to TALK to YOU.

Since Ranpo has grown accustomed to your love, he doesn’t know what he would do without you. He HATES imagining the thought of you leaving him, even to something as uncontrollable as death.

Spell it with me: Ranpo is a S.P.O.I.L.E.D. B.R.A.T. and YOU instigate it.

You purchase Ranpo’s favorite sweets at the grocery store.

If Ranpo is tired, you ALWAYS allow him to lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair. Expect Ranpo to fall asleep quickly...

If Ranpo “requires” attention, he pretends to injure himself. He knows you’ll be running to comfort him within seconds.

Do not expect any public displays of affection. Only selective members of the ADA witness you holding hands once in a blue moon, but Ranpo enjoys keeping his relationship behind closed doors.

Doesn’t enjoy public dates - Ranpo prefers to stay bundled within the walls of your shared household.

Expect to bake a ton of sweets together, watch movies, cuddle, and plan picnics in your backyard.

Ranpo’s logic: Within the comfort of his own home, Ranpo doesn’t have to pretend to be someone else. He understands that you fell in love with him, not because he is the “perfect detective,” but your version of the “perfect man.”

The one time that Ranpo attempted to partake in a public date, he scheduled a cooking class. However, he quickly grew upset when he discovered the class concentrated on making actual food, not sweets or candy.

“This is a bunch of baloney, literally.”

Ranpo LOVES to go on long car rides.

Sorry, you’re driving.

You’ve developed a TERRIBLE habit of squeezing Ranpo’s cheeks in public.

Cue Ranpo glaring at you with the “are you serious” face.

P.E.T.N.A.M.E.S. G.A.L.O.R.E.

“Congratulations, cupcake! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, sweetheart. Don’t forget to grab my icing at the store!”

Sometimes your relationship becomes strenuous because you’ll act like his mother:

You’ll wake Ranpo up to go to work in the morning.

He will ask you to do his laundry.

Begs you to make his plate when you cook dinner because he doesn’t want to get up from the couch.

Relies on you to clean the dishes.

A bit of a GASLIGHTER (but a playful version).

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll just walk by myself today.” Two seconds later you’ll hear him huff.

“You’re always at work. I could use some love! What does a guy have to do to get a kiss around here?”

“You’d be the prettiest woman in the world if you would come to bed.”

However, the benefits of being in love with Ranpo outweigh the costs:

His small romantic gestures make your heart GROW three sizes larger:

When Ranpo is walking to work with you, he picks random wildflowers, ties the bundle together with a string, and places them on your desk.

Composes tiny love letters and places them around the house for you to find.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I thought you were always pretty cute... Sorry, forgot the ‘and.’”

Purchases items that remind him of you.

Purchases you gifts that remind him of himself.

“I got you this so you can always think of me no matter where you are!”

L.O.V.E.S. when you’re admired by society. Every person and their mother ADMIRES and ADORES you.

When you were being interviewed for capturing a wanted criminal, Ranpo was sitting (front-row seat) in the audience watching you with stars in his eyes.

In his head, he was shouting, “That’s my woman!”

Celebrates your success - When you complete a task for the ADA, you’ll arrive home to discover cupcakes waiting for you in the kitchen. When you look up from the counter, you’ll see Ranpo grinning with a handful of roses.

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, CUPCAKE!”

When you and Ranpo are not assigned to work together, Ranpo will arrive home, change into his fluffy pajamas, and gossip about his entire mission.

Usually, Ranpo will rant about the police. His stories always end in the sentence, “so I came in to save the day. Now everyone is fine, thanks to me.”

Yes, Ranpo; everyone is good, besides the man who was brutally murdered.

DEFENDS YOU AT ALL COST - If someone is talking about you, Ranpo never fails to stick up for you.

When Ranpo overheard Kunikida ranting about the way you chose to confront the Black Lizards, Ranpo’s sassy defensive attitude jumped into action:

“I’m starting to think you’re just jealous that she can beat all three of them, but you can’t even handle one person with a few bombs.”

Kunikida didn’t respond; he rolled his eyes and continued reading his emails.

Ranpo chuckled and muttered, “Thats what I thought. Keep their name out of your mouth.”

ALWAYS reminds you that you’re loved beyond words.

Ranpo knows you are living a difficult life. He acknowledges that you (like him) need to be reminded that you’re irreplaceable. Thus, he never fails to take your hand in his own, stare into your eyes, smile at you, and gently assure you,

“I hope you know you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you beyond words. Thank you for accepting me and loving me.”

NSFW

Let’s talk about this S.U.B.M.I.S.S.I.V.E. man:

I’m choosing to address this first - You took Ranpo’s virginity on the night he admitted he was madly in love with you.

After Ranpo’s first sexual experience, he became a fucking fiend... literally

Ranpo is a grower, not a shower. He’s not extremely large, but he is 6.5 inches. Though Ranpo doesn’t have the largest cock you’ve ever seen, he knows how to work it (that’s all that matters).

Have you ever heard of a pillow prince? Well, that’s Ranpo.

His favorite sex position is Cowgirl.

He despises doesn’t enjoy being on top.

Ranpo cannot determine which one he enjoys more; being praised or degraded. If I’m being honest; Ranpo is in the mood for any foul words that escape your lips when he’s horny.

“You’ve been such a good boy solving all of those cases today. Do you think I should give you a little reward for being so helpful?” You’ll whisper in Ranpo’s ear as you’re stroking a hand over his prominent erection.

“Do you enjoy fucking my pussy? You’re so fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?”

Enjoys the image of your beautiful body clad in skimpy lingerie; especially two-piece sets that are burgundy red, forest green, brown, or dark yellow.

Ranpo is a little perverted; especially when it comes to sniffing your panties.

You still fail to recognize how five or six pairs of your panties have gone missing.

L.O.V.E.S. when you tease him: Ranpo will whine like a little baby, but he enjoys being toyed with.

As Ranpo is sitting in front of your fully dressed figure clad in nothing but his underwear and wrinkled white button down, you’ll roughly grab his face and force him to look into your eyes. You will whisper, “Too bad you were a bad boy today. I was going to let you fuck me, but maybe I’ll suck your cock until you’re on the edge of cumming; then I’ll leave you to please yourself.”

ADORES being strapped to the bed as you order him around.

Ranpo’s BIGGEST weakness is having his arms and legs strapped to the headboard as you hover your pussy above his face.

“Oh baby, you’re so desperate for a taste; aren’t you?”

He’ll beg, “Please, sit on my face.”

Bonus points will be awarded if you don’t give the brat what he wants.

Let’s address the obvious: FOOD PLAY

If you strive to be in a relationship with Ranpo, you’ll need to incorporate candy in the bedroom. He enjoys using whipped cream, strawberries, cherries, caramel, and chocolate syrup.

As Ranpo decorates your prominent nipples with whipped cream, he stares at your body wondering, “I wonder if the whipped cream is sweeter here, or her pussy?” He’ll have to taste both to decide.

Ranpo LOVES replaying the time you dripped caramel syrup on your clit. He watches closely as he licks his lips ready to bury his tongue in you.

“I know you love dessert.” Ranpo immediately nodded and jumped between your legs. Before he could eat the sweet liquid off of your pussy, you grab onto his hair holding him back. As Ranpo whines, you chuckle at his eagerness

“Open wide,” you order. Ranpo smiled and showed you his tongue. Slowly, you guide him to your clit.

Order Ranpo to mark you: Ranpo willingly acknowledges that he’s not a dominant individual within the bedroom, but he LOVES when your body physically shows that you’re his.

Don’t get too lost: Ranpo a.d.o.r.e.s. when hickies decorate his neck, stomach, and hips as well.

Willingly buries his face in your pussy:

Lean against the wall and drape your leg over his shoulder as Ranpo is tongue-length deep in your pussy. Watching your juices drip down his face is a sight you’ll never forget.

Thoroughly enjoys when you run your hands through his hair to pull him further into your cunt.

“Oh God, you’re doing so good, baby.” You’ll moan as Ranpo drags in tongue over your clit. You tug his head closer indirectly ordering him to suck your pussy harder.

Suck Ranpo’s balls while you’re giving him a hand job.

Caught up in the fast motions of your hand and the vibration your chuckling on his balls, Ranpo cannot help but moan, “Thank you, y/n.”

BLINDFOLD HIM: Ranpo will let you do ANYTHING to him.

Don’t be afraid to have a powerful presence - Say: “If you lay a hand on your cock before I get home, you won’t touch me for a week.” - a.k.a MASTERBATION BAN

O.r.g.a.s.m. D.e.n.i.a.l.

I dare you to Tease Ranpo until he’s about to cum. Before he explodes, leave him.

Poor Baby...

Try tying Ranpo’s limbs together before denying his release.

R.I.M.J.O.B.S: Ranpo’s Weakness

Please Degrade him while you’re eating his ass. Don’t worry, your hurtful words only add to Ranpo’s pleasure.

Get’s D.R.U.N.K. on the feeling of your pussy pulsing on his cock.

As you’re riding him, lean down into his ear, halt your movements, and whisper, “beg me to continue.”

“Please, please, please. I’m in love with your pussy and the way you squeeze me. Please don’t stop.”

Cums in your mouth or on your breasts.

Ranpo also L.O.V.E.S being ordered to cum inside of your pussy with your consent.

Hardly ANY aftercare. I’m sorry, Ranpo will fall asleep immediately. He’s a tired little baby and he isn’t afraid to admit it.

Yes, he snores.

However, it is a requirement to cuddle after sex because Ranpo loves it. He enjoys being close to you and he needs reassurance that you’re not leaving after sharing such an intimate moment together.

“I can’t keep my eyes open,” Ranpo will whisper throwing his head back on the pillow.

“I know, baby. Go to sleep,” You’ll whisper as he begins snoring when his head falls on your shoulder.

Before Ranpo drifts off to sleep, he will look over into your eyes, smile, and whisper, “Sleep well, I love you.”

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Before the trio headed off to the slightly-improved Ohan'ali Beach! I say "slightly improved" because, before they came here today, I popped into the beach in Build Mode and made a few adjustments -- adding a barrel grill over by the picnic area, putting some fancy loungers out on the dock, adding a kiddie pool for any visiting toddlers afraid of the ocean, and applying the Sunny Aspect, Bracing Breezes, and Island Spirits lot traits. Oh, and putting a certain three-legged object in a certain spot...

But THAT was for later. When they first arrived, they had some other activities they wanted to complete --

-->Victor actually did specifically want in-game to cloudgaze with Alice, so I had them plop down on the sand and do that first thing. They seemed to have fun, even if I don't think there were many clouds in the sky! And it's always good to fulfill wants, to avoid that dang "unfulfilled dreams" fear...

-->Smiler, meanwhile, spotted their buddy Nalani and went over to chat for a little bit over the chess board, before joining her to make a nice sand sculpture of a turtle. :) Gotta keep up one of their most important friendships, after all!

-->While Smiler and Nalani built their turtle, Victor moved over to swinging on the swings, while Alice decided to try scavenging for stuff in the sand, instead of just combing it for shells. Unfortunately, all that did was annoy a fellow beach goer. I mean, dude, beyond there being some extra mud kicked up, how can you even tell the difference between werewolf scavenging and normal beach combing? I swear, Sims are so uptight about so many harmless werewolf activities...

-->Determined to have a good time and get away from judgy NPCs, Alice plopped herself in the kiddie pool for a little lounge while Victor went to relax on one of the free towels and Smiler, done with the turtle, took their turn on the swing. Everyone had a nice time chilling for a little bit, just enjoying the sun and sand and whatnot...

-->And then it was time for a swim! Because you can't visit the beach and not take at least a short swim. Alice changed into a more appropriate bathing suit on her own, though I had to direct Victor and Smiler to take off their shirts and shoes (and sunglasses). They hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing each other and chatting a little bit --

And then I got a pop-up in the corner. Saying that Alice had work in an hour.

Yeah, apparently while I wasn't looking, she ran out of vacation days at her job. Well, THAT wasn't going to fly! I sent everyone back to shore, where Alice shook herself off and FINALLY officially quit the Artist career (she really does NOT need that paycheck anymore). Victor, fairly tired, took over a lounger for a nap while Alice went back in the water to do some laps...

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #well actually according to the game #those tags should be 'victor always' 'alice always' and 'smiler always'#yeah I discovered at this point that all of their last names had changed to 'Always'#I presume because Victor married Smiler and took their last name #and Alice being Victor's wife thus needed to take that last name too #whoops XD #I think this is something I can adjust in CAS #but I'm still deciding if I want to give Victor and Alice their original last names back #or make them all 'Van Liddelton' like their grocery store #feels thematically appropriate!#and yes gotta hang out for a little bit with Nalani #she's a treasured family friend at this point #(and also a potential romantic interest if I do open up the polycule a little more)#and yeah come on digging in the dirt on the BEACH?#cut Alice some slack NPC #also apparently Smiler got spooked at some point by being in the deep ocean water?#Smiler I think this might be the most shallow water in Sulani #I gotta get you swimming more :p #queued

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hamsterclaw · 1 year

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Taehyung's lonely in his misery, until he meets you.

Pairing: Taehyung x f! reader

Rating: 18+, minors DNI

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, mentions of chronic pain and illness, injury, legal drug use, implied drug addiction - please heed the warnings!

Word count: 5.9k

Taehyung’s knee burns like a live fire, points of pain sparking at random points in his leg as he moves. His face, when he glimpses his reflection in a mirrored pillar in the convenience store, is impassive as usual, apart from the tightness in his jaw.

Taehyung’s no stranger to pain but it’s starting to wear on him. It’s been months since the injury, man versus mech, him jumping in front of a cabled vehicle to pull some wide-eyed kid out of harm’s way, the unsecured corner bumping him on the way down, twisting his foot and hip in opposite directions.

He winces a little at the memory, the wrench that had followed. The kid had been worried, accompanied him to the hospital where Taehyung had discovered the kicker, that his insurance had lapsed the day before. The poor kid had offered to pay, Taehyung would have laughed if the kid hadn’t been so damn sincere and upset about it.

Jungkook was his name, and he’s been by Taehyung’s to hang out most weeks since then and Taehyung’s had no regrets about wrecking his knee to save him because it turns out the kid’s a real sweetheart.

Getting his knee treated had wiped out most of his savings, but it’s not like he had some grand retirement plan or anything, he’s in his twenties still and he’s not even sure if he’ll live to see this decade of his life out, not the way things are going now.

Taehyung tosses apples into his basket, a pack of those cartoon panda shaped biscuits Jungkook likes, tea and ramen and he’s all set. His knee’s close to buckling on him by the time he leaves the store, Taehyung takes a moment to lean against the cold glass, suck in a breath that doesn’t feel like it’s making him any more oxygenated.

His knee’s stiffening up now, having co-operated thus far, thankfully he’s only a block away from home.

‘Hey, you want a hand with anything?’

The person who’s stopped in front of him’s looking at him carefully. ‘You look like shit.’

Taehyung drags in another breath, releases it in a bark of laughter that sounds rusty even to him.

‘I hurt my knee,’ he explains.

‘You want me to call you a ride? Take you to the clinic?’

For the first time, Taehyung looks at the person who’s stopped, who’s still standing in front of him.

‘It was months ago,’ he adds.

You’re sympathetic, the soft expression on your face at odds with the way you’re dressed, all in black, lug-soled stomper boots that make Taehyung’s toes feel vulnerable though his feet are fully enclosed.

You hold out your hand. ‘I can carry your apples.’

Taehyung looks at you, debating whether to trust you, and you let out an impatient snort. ‘I’m not going to rob you, for fucks’ sake, not for shitty ramen and panda snacks.’

Taehyung laughs, hands you the sack of groceries. ‘I hate panda snacks too, I get them for my friend.’

You hoist the bag over your shoulder, and Taehyung says, ‘I’m a block that way.’

Truth is, he’d be leaning on you if you let him, his knee’s singing an opera of pain so loud he’s surprised he can hear anything over it.

You walk slow like you can sense it, don’t try to make conversation.

You stop at the foot of the open stairwell to his tiny apartment.

‘Fuck, bruv, you’re a sucker for pain, aren’t you?’

Taehyung’s surprised into a laugh. ‘It’s only been three months since I fucked my knee,’ he tells you.

‘How’d you do it?’ you ask.

‘Got hit by a cable car,’ he tells you.

You push your hair back away from your forehead. In the light of the stairwell, he can see you better. Bright eyes, lips that are lush and shiny with gloss. In your stomper boots you’re almost as tall as him.

Taehyung holds out his arms for his bag. ‘Thanks.’

‘I’ll walk you up.’

‘It’s gonna take an embarrassingly long time for me to get up those steps,’ Taehyung confesses. He drops onto the third step, tries to straighten his knee but it’s locked up, stiff.

‘You can leave the bag here,’ he says. ‘Thank you.’

You drop the bag next to his feet, and then you ask, tentatively, ‘May I?’

Taehyung looks up at you in surprise.

You ease yourself onto the step next to him, close, your thigh touching his, and then reach for his pants leg. There’s the crinkle and snap of a heat pad, then bliss as you press it to his swollen knee.

Taehyung tries not to make any sound, he doesn’t want to make it weird, not when you’re sitting close to him like this, when your head’s so close to his he can smell your shampoo, but the relief is so great he could cry.

It’s then that you turn to him, as he’s deciding on what to say. ‘Leave it on for a bit, ok?’

You reach into your own bag, pull out an ampoule of medi-gel.

‘Rub this in after. You’ll be able to get up the stairs then.’

Taehyung wants to ask why you have such a well-stocked bag, what your name is, which heavenly realm you descended from, but you’re already standing, shouldering your own bag.

‘Good luck,’ you say. There’s the slightest curve of your lips, a moment of eye contact profound enough to make Taehyung’s heart do a funny double beat, and then you’re gone.

***

Taehyung’s not addicted to the pain pills they give him at the clinic, it’s not an addiction if you’re using the way big pharma intended.

He’s a man in pain and he needs pain relief, he doesn’t think he needs to explain it to anyone. Especially not to Jungkook, who can’t decide whether to look away or to watch him carefully whenever he reaches for the container on his kitchen counter.

It never makes it into the drawer where all the cold remedies and multivitamins are because what’s the point when it comes out every six hours anyway?

Sometimes the last hour before the next dose lasts a lifetime, and sometimes, honestly, Taehyung doesn’t have the wherewithal to wait. It’s bad today, the throb of torn cartilage, the ligaments that are supposed to have healed by now. Even his skin feels like it’s on fire, vessels beneath the surface dilating, bringing the heat, making everything swell.

Taehyung’s knee brushes the side of the couch as he limps along to sit, and he screams into the back of his fist, takes a moment to regain his breath.

There’s something pressing against his thigh as he lifts his leg up, he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out the medi-gel you’d given him. He snaps it open, pours it over his knee, rubs it in, sinks back.

Maybe he blacks out for a bit, he’s not really sure, but when he comes back into his skin the vice grip the pain had on him has eased to a loose grasp. He stares at the ‘V’ shaped crack in the ceiling until he’s opiated enough to consider moving on with his life.

The shitty tasks of everyday become like insurmountable tasks, get whittled back to survival needs, on bad days like this.

There’s a knock on the door, an automated voice announcing the arrival of a package. Taehyung gets up to answer, testing his theory that the painkillers have kicked in.

He’s glad they have, because he opens the door to you. The lower half of your face is hidden under your mask, the ball cap casts a shadow over the rest, but he’s been thinking about your eyes a lot these last few weeks and it’s definitely you.

You recognise him, your eyes crinkle over the black fabric border and Taehyung’s not sure how you can look so pretty with almost all your face covered but you do.

‘Hey, apple boy,’ you say in greeting. ‘How’s the knee doing?’

You hold out the box you’re delivering for him to take.

‘The medi-gel you gave me helps,’ Taehyung replies.

You hold out the pad for him to initial. ‘It’s not expensive, and it works.’

You name the pharmacy that stocks it, shove the pad back into one of your cargo pockets, against your thigh, ready to go.

Taehyung asks, ‘hey, can I get you a drink?’

‘I’m on a strict time schedule,’ you say, with what looks like a flash of regret in your eyes.

‘What about later, after you clock off?’ Taehyung asks.

You tilt your head, considering. ‘I’m catching a midnight showing at the Electric tonight. Want to come with?’

***

The Electric’s buzzing, lights blazing, and Taehyung’s got a clear view of you walking up to meet him.

You greet him with a casual wave and a bright hello and Taehyung wonders if he’s in trouble here because he barely knows you and you shine, to him.

He wants you to like him and he never really cares what people think of him, not really.

He asks, ‘what are we watching?’

You’re scanning your chip at the door, waving him in ahead of you.

‘It’s an old sci-fi movie,’ you tell him. ‘People had some pretty fantastical ideas of what the future would be like back in the day.’

‘I like sci-fi,’ Taehyung says honestly.

‘I like the Electric,’ you tell him. ‘The seats are like beds.’

You’ve been leading him down the ramp, and Taehyung sees what you mean.

The two adjoining seats are huge, reclined backs, footrests that go up all the way.

‘I used to come here a lot,’ you say, settling in next to him. You look over. ‘Sometimes I just sleep.’

Taehyung climbs in next to you, stretches out with a grunt of pleasure.

‘All good?’ you ask.

Taehyung’s laid back, head against the seat rest, hood up.

‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, because you’re waiting for an answer.

A smile curves your lips. You reach into your bag, rustle around and toss him a pack of crispy puffs.

‘Enjoy.’

The movie’s something ridiculous that Taehyung can’t suspend his disbelief enough for, so he spends the time watching you instead.

The flicker of blue light across the planes of your face, the way you bite down on your bottom lip during suspenseful moments. The fall of hair across your face.

He falls asleep watching you.

When he wakes, the lights are up, and you’re looking at him, a smirk on your face that causes a stirring in his groin.

‘Come on, big boy, time to go home.’

Taehyung’s knee throbs, a steady pulse accompanying the rush of blood in his veins as he walks alongside you.

The nights are dark these days, since the 24 hour power restrictions came into effect most residents opt to go lights out when the sun sets. It makes it easier to hide the way he winces as he hobbles along.

You say, ‘My bike is down here.’

You unplug the charger to your bike, climb on, tilt your head to the space behind you.

‘Fuck walking,’ you say. ‘Get on, Taehyung.’

Something about the way you say his name makes Taehyung feel at ease. You don’t really know each other but there’s a familiarity to it that doesn’t feel unwelcome.

Taehyung hesitates over where to put his hands, a problem you solve by wrapping his arms around your waist.

‘Is that ok?’ you ask, like he’s going to complain.

‘If it’s ok with you,’ Taehyung answers.

You go slow, easy on the cobblestones, your bike like a quiet cat purring through the darkness. You take turns with a gentleness that Taehyung’s grateful for. The wind rushing past is balmy, sticky with summer heat.

You pull up round the side of his building almost before he’s realised it.

‘Thanks for coming out,’ you say. ‘Sometimes I can’t sleep.’

‘You can always come over if you can’t sleep,’ Taehyung offers. The words are out before he’s thought about them, but he means them. He smiles at you. ‘I don’t sleep much.’

‘Your knee will get better,’ you say. You smile back. ‘Sounds dumb, I know, but the pain goes.’

You laugh, short. ‘Or you get used to it.’

You read the expression on his face as he wonders what you know about the chronicity of pain.

He doesn’t get a chance to ask you about it, because you’re off, waving a casual hand as you climb back on and drive off.

***

The waiting room for his physical therapist’s office is plain, utilitarian, and Taehyung appreciates it.

There’s enough going on in his head without the background being jarring too.

Beside him, Jungkook’s bouncing around without seeming to bounce around. The kid’s a ball of energy, even when he’s sitting still he looks like he’s vibrating with movement.

‘Hyung,’ he says, pointing to the window he’s just pulled up on his tablet. ‘It says swimming is good for injuries like yours.’

‘We can go swimming,’ Taehyung allows.

Jungkook’s buried his nose back in the screen. ‘Do you take multivitamins?’

Taehyung’s saved from uttering a thorny retort that would make Jungkook look at him all bug-eyed and hurt, by the arrival of his therapist.

Jungkook’s waiting outside when Taehyung finishes his session. ‘Hyung. Hyung.’

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. There’s only two years between them, but he can’t stop thinking of Jungkook as younger than he actually is. Injury or no injury, Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever possessed Jungkook’s wide-eyed enthusiasm for anything.

‘Yes, Jungkookie?’

‘There’s a pharmacy a few doors down, they stock that medi-gel that helps you. Can we go?’

Jungkook bounds ahead as they walk down the street, pushing the door open to the pharmacy just as Taehyung catches up.

The two people in the store look up, perfectly framed by the rectangle of the doorframe. There’s the person behind the counter, handing you a crisp paper bag, and then there’s you.

You look surprised, then pleased, as you see him.

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s imagining it.

‘Hey,’ he says, warmly.

‘Taehyung,’ you reply. You fold up the paper bag, slip it into your messenger bag. You look at Jungkook to find he’s already staring at you, mouth slightly open.

‘You must be Jungkook.’

You introduce yourself to a suddenly-shy Jungkook, step closer to Taehyung.

You look good with your hair loose like this, Taehyung thinks. He’s about to tell you when Jungkook finds his voice.

‘Hyung talks about you a lot,’ Jungkook says. ‘It’s nice to meet you.’

You look amused. ‘He told me about you too, Jungkook. He said you like panda snacks.’

Jungkook’s embarrassed, like that fact would ever stop anyone from wanting to sleep with him.

‘They’re ok,’ he replies, casual.

Taehyung catches your expression, bites back a smile. ‘We’re going to eat after this, are you free? Would you like to come?’

‘Sure,’ you agree easily. ‘Is it far? I can’t fit both of you on my bike.’

‘It’s close,’ Jungkook says. ‘We always go there.’

Taehyung can hear you and Jungkook talking as he picks out packs of medi-gel, stacks them on the counter, swipes his chip to pay.

He’s feeling pretty good these days, his knee still hurts like a son of a bitch but there are more good days amidst the bad.

He walks with you and Jungkook down the street to the noodle bar, amused at your patient indulgence of Jungkook.

He looks up to find you’ve caught him admiring your ass.

‘Like what you see?’ you ask him, cool.

Taehyung tilts his head. He’s aware what he looks like, he hasn’t felt attractive in a while but he’s never had a problem finding someone to flirt with.

He lifts his chin at you. ‘Yeah,’ he says, serious, low. ‘You’re really pretty.’

Jungkook’s watching your conversation, open-mouthed.

‘Thanks,’ you say. ‘You guys are pretty too.’

Jungkook blushes but it’s Taehyung you’re looking at, and he’s looking right back.

***

After the meal, you offer Jungkook a ride home on your bike which Taehyung already knows the kid isn’t going to accept because although he’s a little shit, he’s a shy little shit and the idea of being wrapped around you is probably just about enough to make him cream in his pants.

Which is how you end up walking with Taehyung back to where your bike’s parked.

‘I had a nice time,’ you say. ‘I can see why you fucked your knee to save Jungkook.’

Taehyung laughs. ‘I didn’t know him at the time. Knowing him now though, I would do it a hundred times over.’

You’re leaning against the wall in the alley, smiling a little as you look at him. ‘You’re a sweetheart, Taehyung.’

Taehyung takes a step closer, giving you time to move away if you want to.

Instead, you reach out, tug at the lapels of his jacket gently.

Taehyung comes willingly.

There’s a split second before your lips meet when you close your eyes, and Taehyung thinks to himself how pretty you are.

Then you’re kissing him, and he stops thinking at all. You’re soft, and warm, and you fold into him like you were made to fit him.

It’s you who licks into his mouth first, like you want to taste him, and Taehyung relishes the little whimper that spills from your lips when he tastes you back.

When you pull away, it takes him a moment to get his breath back.

Taehyung can’t remember when he slipped his arm around your waist. He can’t remember a damn thing right now apart from how much he liked kissing you.

Your hand’s on his chest, against his heart. Taehyung tugs your hand up, presses it to his lips.

You press another kiss to his cheek, and Taehyung’s a split second away from turning his head, offering you his lips again, when you pull away.

‘I’ll see you, Taehyung.’

Taehyung doesn’t have it in him to do anything but nod as you get back on your bike to go.

***

The party’s hosted by one of Jungkook’s friends, a guy called Yoongi who runs a mech spare parts business down in the tech village.

Taehyung’s seated in a booth by the bar, staring at his reflection in the dirty mirror opposite.

He’s made an effort with the way he looks tonight, it’s been a while since he bothered but you’d promised to come so there’s that.

A lock of hair’s fallen down over his forehead, Taehyung brushes it back absently, scanning the room.

He spots you next to Yoongi.

You’re deep in conversation, dressed in your usual black on black, boots strapped on.

Yoongi pours you a drink when yours is done. Your body language is that of people who’ve known each other for a while. Yoongi says something that makes you laugh, and Taehyung’s chest feels tight because it seems like you’re familiar.

Your eyes, like his, scan the room, and he knows the exact moment you spot him.

Yoongi’s looking at him too, like he’s worried Taehyung might be some unsavoury guy. Like he feels responsible for you.

Taehyung doesn’t want to seem eager but it’s a different man from him who’ll watch you walk toward them and not get up.

You greet him with a bright smile and a lazy hug, arms slung around his shoulders.

‘You look good, Tae,’ you tell him almost shyly.

Taehyung slips his arm around your waist, a bold move for him. There’s a heart stopping moment where you hesitate, and then you’re curving against him.

You’re smiling at him, face close to his, and Taehyung’s heart’s beating so hard he’s worried you can feel it, pressed into his side like you are.

‘How’s the knee?’ you ask.

‘Better,’ Taehyung says, and it’s true. It’s going to be a while before he can run, but walking to the store isn’t the mammoth task it was.

The pain’s better every day, and mercifully, the memory of it is fading too.

‘Seen any good movies lately?’ he asks.

You tilt your head, considering. ‘I haven’t. Maybe we can go together next time?’

‘I’d like that,’ Taehyung says. He’s now aware of your breast pressing against his chest, the soft weight of it sending his senses into disarray.

‘Want to get some air for a bit?’ he asks.

He hadn’t intended anything apart from being able to talk more quietly, but as soon as you’re outside you tug him against a wall and kiss him.

It’s sweet, fiercely arousing, and Taehyung’s drowning in you. He cups the back of your head, not wanting you to hit the wall as he tilts his own head to kiss you more deeply.

‘You’re so pretty,’ he murmurs as he drags his lips against yours. His voice has dropped low the way it does when he’s aroused, and he can see the way you shiver at the tone of it.

‘Tae,’ you sigh, and damn if the way you say his name, like this, doesn’t send blood shooting straight to his cock.

He’s hardening with every pass of his lips over yours, with the way your hands are fisted in the lapels of his jacket, keeping him close.

You moan, wriggle against him, and Taehyung doesn’t want to rush you, but he’s not sure he can trust himself to stop.

He doesn’t want your first time to be outside this club.

‘Want to come home with me?’ he asks. ‘We don’t have to do anything, we can watch a movie or something.’

You bite your lip, look down at the ground.

‘Taehyung, I should tell you —-‘

You’re interrupted by Jungkook, more than a little tipsy, giggling his way towards the both of you.

‘Hyung, hyung,’ Jungkook chirrups, and Taehyung can’t snap at him, not when Jungkook looks so genuinely happy to see him.

‘I should go,’ you say. There’s a heaviness to the tone of your voice, Taehyung’s concerned but he doesn’t get a chance to explore it.

You wave at Jungkook and slip back into the club.

***

Taehyung’s slipped outside to get some air between calls at work. He sees you in your now-familiar monochrome, ducking into storefronts with packages, emerging with less items each time.

For a while he just watches you. You’re quick, efficient, not stopping for niceties at each place, mindful of your strict schedule.

His phone vibrates, and it’s you.

‘Hey,’ you say, your voice a low drawl through the line, enticing. ‘If you’re gonna watch me, you might as well help.’

Moments later, you’re standing in front of him.

You hand him the package for his workplace, tap for him to sign.

Taehyung asks, ‘When do you get off?’

You flick through tabs on your tablet. ‘Probably an hour.’

‘Wanna come over? We can chill at my place,’ Taehyung says, before he can talk himself out of it.

You don’t make him wait for an answer. ‘Yeah. I’d like to,’ you say.

It’s more than an hour, more like two before you come to his, but Taehyung doesn’t care.

He’s rarely in a hurry for anything.

You sit at his kitchen counter whilst he makes you tea. He sees how your eyes go to the container of pain pills almost immediately.

He’s tapering off his use, going longer stretches without, and he feels good about it.

It doesn’t have to be on the counter anymore but he likes the security of knowing it’s always there, just in case.

He feels like he can’t say nothing, even though you haven’t asked.

‘I don’t need those so much anymore,’ he tells you. ‘They’re just —- like security, you know?’

You take a moment, two, to respond, and when you look at him there’s a faraway expression in your eyes. Then you snap into focus.

‘Yeah, I get it,’ you say. You lay a hand on his arm.

Taehyung puts your tea down in front of you.

‘I had bone cancer as a kid,’ you say, suddenly.

Taehyung doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t this.

‘It was in my leg, I know what it’s like when every step feels like you’re climbing a mountain,’ you say.

You’re looking at his pain pills again.

‘You should put them away, Tae,’ you say. You gaze at him. ‘You’re strong enough.’

Taehyung doesn’t know how he manages it, but one moment he’s across the counter from you and the next he’s leaned over, close enough to kiss you.

His aim’s pretty good. You only have to lean forward the tiniest fraction to kiss him.

Kissing you is as intoxicating as all the other times.

You end up against the fridge, making the vintage magnets clatter to the floor as Taehyung kisses you again and again.

Your hands flutter along his back like you can’t decide where to put them.

It’s been a while since he’s slept with anyone, but Taehyung’s pretty sure he’s reached a whole new level of horny. He pulls away to catch his breath, leans his forehead against yours, willing his boner to cool its jets before it takes off in his pants.

Your hands are still stroking along his back, and Taehyung’s trying his hardest not to arch into your touch and whine like a puppy being scratched, but it’s a close run thing.

You ask, rather sweetly, if he wants to cuddle, and Taehyung ends up spending the night talking to you about nothing in between kisses so drugging he feels like he’s opiated again.

In the morning he wakes to a space on the couch the shape of you, the smell of coffee and early sun streaming through from the kitchen.

He misses you already.

***

Taehyung’s called you twice before heading into this club, but you haven’t picked up.

He’s been thinking about you, more than he’d like to admit, since you left his apartment that morning. He wants to know more about you, he wants to watch dumb sci-fi with you. He wants to watch you be sweet to Jungkook and make him blush.

When he walks inside the club, the first thing he sees is you.

Not the you of his fantasies though, where you’re smiling at him, and only him.

This is a you who’s dressed for attention, and you have it. Yoongi’s standing in front of you, like a human barrier between you and the rest of the club.

Taehyung watches, frozen in place, unable to hide the dismay on his face as you put your hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. His hand moves to your waist to steady you as you adjust your boot. It lingers even after you have both feet back on the ground.

Like the other day, the interaction between you screams of intimacy.

Taehyung heads straight for the bar. He passes you on the way. Is it just wishful thinking that he thinks he hears you call his name? He doesn’t look around to see.

***

Taehyung knows the woman sitting close to him, practically in his lap, is interested in him. She’s a friend of Jungkook’s, Taehyung would tease him about how many women want to be his friend but honestly, the kid just seems to attract people everywhere he goes.

He’s got a good aura about him.

Taehyung puts a hand on the woman’s thigh to steady her as she wobbles precariously, almost sliding to the floor.

She smiles at him, sultry, sexy, pretty, but he’s not in the mood for flirting right now.

She leans over him, like she’s going to whisper something in his ear, and Taehyung looks away.

His gaze meets yours.

You take in the way he’s still got his hand on the woman’s thigh, the way her face is buried in his neck.

Your face is a blank but there’s a spark of something in your eyes.

He can see your lips move but it’s hard to hear over the pounding bass, the rush of blood in his ears.

Taehyung wants to get up and talk to you but he’s taken too long.

You’re gone.

***

Taehyung isn’t sure what he’s doing here, outside your apartment. He’s only been here once, when you met him after work one day, and even then it was only for ten minutes so you could get changed.

His thumb’s on the bell, and he’s so high off hard liquor that the harsh buzz of it doesn’t bother him at all.

There’s a rustling behind the door, and then it opens.

You peer around the door, and there’s something about the way you look, worried, almost fearful that makes Taehyung’s heart drop.

Fuck why did he think it was a good idea to drop by your place unannounced, buzzed, at 3am?

He’s apologising, stumbling away.

The door clicks shut, and Taehyung keeps walking.

Then it opens, and you’re next to him.

You’re shorter than you usually are, he’s never seen you barefoot before.

Taehyung stares at your feet.

Your foot.

The other is prosthetic, steel, up to the knee, where your shorts stop.

You’ve helped him into your apartment, closed the door behind you both.

There’s a twist to your lips, defiance in your pretty face.

‘Like what you see?’ you ask, voice hard.

Taehyung’s most of the way to sober from the shock.

You turn away.

‘You can take the couch,’ you tell him. ‘You’re too drunk to go anywhere and I’m sure as hell not walking you home.’

He says your name, but you’re not having any of it.

‘You can see yourself out in the morning,’ you say.

There’s an infinitesimal pause, like you’re waiting for him to say something, and for once in his life, Taehyung rushes to speak.

‘Wait.’

He doesn’t know what he wants to say, but he can’t let you leave him like this, on the back of a misunderstanding he couldn’t come back from.

‘I didn’t know,’ he says.

Your expression doesn’t change, your voice is still guarded.

‘I was going to tell you.’

‘You don’t have to tell me anything,’ Taehyung says.

‘My parents had a choice to save me or my leg when the cancer started spreading,’ you say. You wave a hand, and Taehyung hears the words in his head even though you haven’t spoken them.

Here I am.

You’re still standing, like you’re facing off with him across your living room.

‘Yoongi made my first prosthetic,’ you tell him. ‘He sourced all this top of the line shit, had it imported, made it all himself, and he wouldn’t let me pay him, the asshole.’

You laugh, dry. ‘He probably feels guilty because we were dating when I got sick.’

‘He stayed with you?’ Taehyung asks.

‘Nah he dumped my ass,’ you say, but you sound more affectionate than anything else. ‘I got sick when we were 14.’

‘He looked like he wanted to come for me tonight when he saw me,’ Taehyung admits.

You sigh. ‘Why did you come here, Tae? Did you think I was going to fuck you?’

‘I wasn’t thinking about that,’ Taehyung says, honestly. ‘I just —-‘

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was some asshole after you saw me with that woman.’

‘I don’t think you’re an asshole,’ you tell him. ‘Well, I didn’t think you were until you turned up here like this.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Taehyung says. ‘I — fuck. I like you.’

The words hang in the air between you.

You’re looking at him carefully.

‘You’re drunk,’ you say.

Taehyung watches as you disappear down the hallway and come back with a blanket and pillow.

‘My clothes won’t fit you,’ you say quietly, placing the items on the couch. ‘There’s a spare toothbrush under the sink.’

You say, not looking at him, ‘There’s no hard feelings, ok?’

‘You didn’t know about —-‘ you gesture to your leg. ‘This.’

You meet his eyes. ‘It’s late, we should —-‘

‘Can I kiss you?’ Taehyung blurts out.

‘Don’t.’

‘Do you not want me to kiss you?’

‘Not right now,’ you say.

‘Ok,’ Taehyung says. He tries for a smile. ‘Thanks for not kicking my ass to the curb.’

You’re a step away from him.

One movement, and you’ve closed the gap between you.

‘Do you want to kiss me?’

‘More than anything,’ Taehyung tells you.

***

Thinking back, Taehyung’s never really sure if you kissed him or if he kissed you, but he’ll remember that night for the rest of his days.

How warm you felt in his arms as he kissed down your neck, across the top of your chest.

How your breasts felt in his hands, full and swollen from his mouth on them, nipples peaked, shining with his spit.

How you cried his name as he slipped his hand under your panties to touch your core.

How he was so damn hard he thought he might come from the slightest brush of your hand over his aching cock.

How he eventually did come, sheathed inside you to the hilt, filling you up, giving you all of him.

He’s thinking about it now as he watches you sleep, and he’s hardening again, cock jumping to attention even though all he can see of you is the top of your head on the pillow next to his.

He’s tenting the sheets, erect, sticky with pre-come, wondering what the hell he’s going to do about it when you turn over.

‘Want me to do something about that?’ you ask.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ Taehyung says.

He helps you straddle him, hand over yours as you brace yourself on his chest.

He groans as you lay his cock flat on his abdomen, glide your cunt over him.

He can feel you getting wetter as you move, sliding along his cock.

Like this, your breasts sway deliciously, tantalisingly close to his face.

Taehyung lifts his head, sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue licking the tip.

You moan prettily, skin gleaming as your hips rock over his.

Taehyung moves his attention to your other breast until you’re whining his name.

‘Let me in,’ he says, voice low, thick.

You lift your hips, line him up and drop onto his cock. Taehyung groans at the feel of you around him.

He grasps your thigh, reaches around to squeeze your ass, and you gasp, high and breathy.

‘Tae!’

Taehyung bucks his hips up into you, grinding hard, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you cry out and clench around him.

‘Taehyung!’

‘I’m here, I’ve got you,’ he vows.

He thrusts again, hard, deep, and you squeal and gush all over him.

Taehyung stays buried inside you, cock as deep as he can go, and comes so hard his vision tunnels.

All he can see is you.

***

Taehyung’s waiting for you to finish work and meet him outside the Electric.

You keep him waiting all the time but he never really minds.

And there you are, walking around the corner from where you parked your bike, casual and so pretty it makes his heart hurt.

‘I got us popcorn, baby,’ he says.

‘Yeah?’

Taehyung reaches for your hand.

You stare at your intertwined fingers.

‘What are we, fourteen?’ you mutter.

Taehyung shrugs. ‘You want to hold my dick later, you have to hold my hand now.’

‘Who says I want to —‘

Taehyung lifts a brow at you, and you cut yourself off.

‘Come on,’ he says, urging you on. ‘We don’t want to miss the beginning.’

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts smut

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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can we get more cute naruto headcanons🥹

of course, love. i wasn't sure if you meant naruto - the character, or naruto - the show, so i just went along with the first option 'cause i've been feeling in a nart mood lately and he's been bouncing around my brain a lot, lol. hope you like it!!

also, i actually wrote a post about naruto headcanons a long while back and that one includes various characters. you can find it here if you wish to check it out.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fem!reader, mix of modern AU and canonverse // fluff so sweet it makes your teeth ache. naruto being a lovely friend/boyfriend/human being.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

every tiktok he finds at least mildly funny, he’ll send it to you. the 99+ notifs usually come from him and him alone, and if you don't open them fast enough and react to at least half of them, he spams you over text to ‘open the fuckin app!’

wears mismatched socks all the time. usually bright, vivid colours with funky designs that peek from underneath his jeans whenever he sits down. i'm thinking happy socks type of beat.

grows hot and sweaty in his sleep, but luckily for him you’re a loyal girlfriend, so you endure it all. yes, you stay put even as he drapes his heavy arm and leg over you every night and murmurs pure gibberish into the side of your neck.

holds your hand everywhere you go. it’s not even subtle, he intertwines his fingers with your own and holds on tight. strokes your knuckles, too, and thus turns you into putty as a result.

sometimes forgets you can’t hear him speak with kurama, so whenever he zones out so out of nowhere, it’s really funny. especially if it happens in a public place, like in the middle of the street or a grocery aisle; he looks like how the windows shutting down noise sounds.

texts his kisses with ‘mwah, mwah, mwah!!!!!!’

has the ugliest picture he’s ever taken of you set as his contact photo for you. whenever he loses his phone and he asks you to call him (it happens more often than you’d think) so that he can find it, you see the caller ID and get upset. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

you definitely own matching onesies (yes, even as adults.)

his sneakers always look busted af.

doesn’t like going to the hairdresser’s, but he’s more than happy to sit patiently as you cut his hair at home.

covers his ice cream in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. the thing is a nightmare to eat, but he loves it.

is very clumsy whilst eating his food, he always ruins his shirt. it drives you insane because you have to clean him up like he’s a toddler.

he yanks the covers off of you when he feels like it’s time to get out of bed and tugs you by your ankle when you try to protest as a result.

definitely a morning person.

is willing to have chapstick applied only by kisses.

never carries a backpack, he stuffs everything he owns into his pockets and if it isn’t enough, he whines until you have to put the remainder of the stuff into your bag.

is unable to take you seriously when you’re pissed off. he just finds you too cute, it’s fucking infuriating.

loves hugging you from behind.

doesn’t know how to cook, but at least he tries to help you out.

insists on showering together all the time (he’s super gentle while washing your hair, bless him.)

if you have younger siblings, he gets along with them super well. he’ll play dolls with your baby sister and will beat your little brother at every game on the console.

can’t take a decent picture to save his life. whenever you ask him to take one of you, it always ends up blurry or with the tip of his finger in the shot.

kisses you goodnight no matter the hour.

i feel like he’d make you watch the entirety of one piece with him.

has trouble focusing, but he feels very calm whenever you’re around, with his hand in your own. it’s very sweet.

so, so, so clingy. and touchy, too.

he's definitely your friend first before he becomes your boyfriend.

super nosy. if you’re gossiping over the phone with a friend, he’ll drop everything to listen in.

loves you more than you love him. it’s just how he is.

#naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto fluff #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #biscuit drabbles

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Crying, sobbing, throwing up because I'm just thinking about me and a couple of friends being chased by Jason Voorhees in the dead of the night, but then a friend pushes him into the lake and he starts drowning. And since I know he has a crippling fear of water because he of his past (mean bullies), I'd jump in and save him despite the fact that he was gonna murder me a few minute ago.

And by the time we both recover, I look around just in time to see my friends driving away in my car, thus abandoning me. And I just break down because I've been left for dead without so much as a glance back, and Jason is just watching me and in his mind, he thinks I have a phobia of abandonment just like he has a phobia of water bodies, so bless his heart, he decides to "take me in" and NEVER let me be alone for the rest of my life. And that's how he becomes a yandere, not realising that I just a had a moment of weakness because I'd been so exhausted emotionally which lead to a mental breakdown and that I actually do wanna go home but he won't let me.

He's just ugh- so cute. He'd carry me all the way back to his home, not affected by my punches or wriggling because to him, I'm just a frail kitten. He takes care of my wounds, changes me (by force) into his dry clothes and then cuddles me to sleep by affectively trapping my body under him. Sure, I almost suffocate to death, but I was too tired to push him off (not that I could if I wanted too).

The next day, I'd wake up to him staring at me(and I almost have a heart attack) and when I try to push him off again, he doesn't budge until I tell him I wanna use the toilet. He then leads me to the bathroom and actually tries to accompany me inside. I freak out, tell him no, he doesn't move because he believes I will have another meltdown if I am left alone for even 2 minutes so he must accompany me at all times. I give him some shit about trust and stuff, and he gives into it, but the moment the door closes, I'm climbing out of the bathroom window and risk breaking a bone. Obviously after 2 minutes, Jason breaks in and when he doesn't find me in there, he rushes after me, tackles me down and then carries me back inside.

Now, I'm forced to hold hands with him at all times. When im cooking because Jason doenst know how to cook for shit, we're holding hands. When he lifts the coffee table for me to clean under, we're still holding hands. And when it's time for bathroom, he gives me the option to either keep the door open OR wear a bell. I choose the latter. And when it's time for him to use the loo, I either have to hold his hand while he showers(with the shower curtains in place, but his head peeks out of it every once in a while to check up on me) OR have to keep the door open with my back turned when he pees.

Eventually, I accept my fate because I can't outrun him really and honestly, he kinda grows on me with his golden retriever energy. Rare as it is, we do have to go out for groceries and stuff. And since Halloween is coming up and hes a big fan, we're out buying costumes and a lot of candy.

Some people have already started dressing up and somehow, he accidentally let go of my hand when he was momentarily distracted by his people wearing his costume. And I mistake someone else dressed up like him and start following that guy to wherever he's going. But the moment Jason realises he's lost me and then sees me following a wannabe Jason in the distance, he is running after me like this:

He's just so cute. I love him.

#yandere jason vorhees #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you

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~20k, shrunkyclunks, strangers to lovers, christmas fic

There’s anxiety gnawing at Bucky's bones, so he tries to make a list of what he knows and has. He has some groceries. He has his gloves, and his lip balm. He has his wallet, and he has his phone. What he doesn't have is his keys, and thus, a way to get into the house. It’s after eight pm on Christmas Eve, and it’s below freezing outside. His mother has his spare key, and ordinarily he would call her, but right now she’s nearly 4000 miles away. There’s no way she would be able to help him.

“Fuck,” he proclaims out loud.

A pigeon on the sidewalk across the street flutters away.

Another voice cuts through the cold. “You okay?”

Bucky looks up to see a silhouette on the balcony two floors above him. Clearly, he had been swearing louder than he intended to. The figure is clearly male, and built like a fucking brick house, but the light behind him makes any other features vague and indistinguishable.

“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says dumbly. “I just- I forgot my keys.”

“I’ll let you in.”

The silhouette disappears from the balcony.

Bucky steps forward to retrieve his groceries from the steps of the building, and has just picked up the last can of cat food when the door opens. He looks up to meet the man who saved him from hypothermia.

And what a man it is.

#eek #i am making myself announce this so i actually fully finish it this year #i've already made so so much progress #and i'm feeling good about it #so get excited and hype me up!!#and feel free to slide into my ask box with questions etc #i'm going to post one goddamn fic this year if its the last thing i do #stucky #stucky fic #fic announcement

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