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maplesyrupsainz · 2 days
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could you do prompt 1 with fernqando<33
pairing: fernando alonso x fem y/n reader (she/her)
genre: blurb, established relationship
warnings: swearing, brief mentions of blood bc period nothing graphic, but apart from that just fluff
prompt: one [driver] looking after you on your period
a/n: this is my first blurb omg tysm for all the requests hope u like it!!!
my masterlist | 1k celebration
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a groan escapes your lips almost as soon as you wake. it's here. your period is here, multiple days early, of course, catching you by surprise. luckily, fernando woke up hours ago so is not privy to the mess.
“fuck my life.” you mumble, throwing the bedsheets from your body before you lazily stomp to the bathroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“y/n?” you hear your boyfriend call for you. yet another groan from you. you thought you would have time to clear up before he returned from the gym. “y/n?” you hear him enter the bedroom, cringing slightly as you know here he will discover your mess. you've been together for so long but you still feel embarrassed sometimes.
you close your eyes as you sit, mentally preparing yourself for the five days of hell and bleeding you are about to endure. you hear a knock on the door, and the third groan of the morning arises. “y/n, let me in.” fernando again. you stand up slowly and open the door a crack.
“hi.” you mutter, avoiding eye contact.
“hey,” he can't help but smile at you; your disheveled morning state is just adorable to him. “how are you feeling?”
“never been better.” a smile creeps its way onto your face.
“sure, sure. let me run you a bath.” he opens the door gently to let himself in, you see he's already stripped your shared bed of its sheets. you turn to him as you hear the taps running.
“you don't have to do that, you're probably busy..” you trail off as he shushes you gently.
“busy? doing what?” he grins cheekily as you shrug, helping to undress you before the bath is finished filling. “just relax, please. i will be back so soon!”
you smile to yourself as he leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him. you know this routine well; he'll return with clean clothes for you, sanitary products (he knows the ones you like), and your favourite sweet treats.
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mobius-m-mobius · 2 years
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i can't be the only person who thinks it's hilarious one of the best places on tumblr for owen wilson content is at the johnsimms url
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luveline · 6 months
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Badass!reader in the verge of crying but still pretending like she isn't? Spencer doesn't even try anything and he just lets her be until eventually she cries? Just some hurt/comfort :)
If it's a no please feel free to ignore this! Have a lovely day jade <3
tysm! hope this is okay angel ♡ fem!reader, 1k
"Irresponsible, sloppy, and pig-headed." Spencer winces. "I expected more from you. I'm extremely disappointed." 
Spencer winces worse. You can take a scolding. You can take a beating. But disappointing the people you care about, and disappointing Hotch? His chest hurts for you.
He pretends to have been reading as the door to Hotch's office opens and you step out, glancing up as you take the stairs down into the bullpen. Your desk is adjacent his and Morgan's, crowded by case files you nearly send flying as you hurry into your chair. 
Spencer takes his computer mouse and clicks on the work contact page. Your instant messaging is still open, the last message he sent you glaring and awkward, hey, think hotch is going to call you in for cincinnati. don't stress. 
You'd opened it but not answered. He peeks around your monitors to analyse you. You're staring hard at a single spot. The longer he looks, the glassier your eyes become. 
He sighs and cracks his knuckles, thinking. The last thing you want is for him to make a big deal of this, he knows that, but he needs you to know that he's here for you. 
"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" he asks without raising his head. 
You respond eventually, two seconds too slowly, "Where from?"
Your voice is fraught with the weight of your upset. Spencer ignores it for now. "Luh Bem?" 
"If you want to." 
"What I want is a cup of coffee." He stands, still without staring at you —an impressive feat of self control— and begins toward the office kitchenette. Predictably, you follow him. He's already putting a second mug beside his own when you step into his reach. 
"So, did you want to go?" you ask. 
Spencer nudges your hip with his gently. "Duh. What else would I wanna do on a Friday?" He makes your coffee exactly how you like it without asking and leaves it billowing steam by his own as he adds his five sugars. 
Bringing his coffee to his lips and turns, he leans on the counter. You do as he does, murmuring a thank you as you pick up your mug. Spencer lets his arm rest on yours, ever so slightly taller, more as your back begins to slouch unconsciously. There's no point in asking you if you're okay, because you'll say that you are. There's no point in trying to comfort you, because, despite your affection for him, you're not someone who cries easily in front of others. It would have you pushing him away. 
You're a nice girl under all your hardened exterior, and Hotch's disappointment hurts. You try very, very hard not to cry, swallowing and taking little sips of your hot coffee. 
You press your coffee into his hand and turn your body toward the cabinets, away from the office. Spencer waits, and waits, his relief immeasurable as you finally hide your face in his shirt sleeve and sniffle. Even though his heart breaks for you, he's glad you're giving in. You need to let stuff out before it eats you alive. 
He puts the coffees down behind him one at a time so as not to disturb you. Hands free, he lifts the hand furthest from you to your arm. If you were somewhere more private he'd hug you to him by the small of your waist. For now, he rubs a short line down to your elbow. Up, down.
"He was being harsh," Spencer says quietly. 
"Sorry," you whisper. 
He can't imagine how mortified you are. You won't sob or even shake, but these hot and fast tears aren't unfamiliar to him. Theyll be followed by an abundance of remorse.
"What are you sorry for?" He pulls you in closer, a squeeze of a hug. "You're okay. It's okay, he's just– he's mad about other stuff, he's upset about Beth. It's not just you." 
"He's right, I messed up," you say, your breath hitching. 
"You messed up," he agrees. "It was an accident. You'll be better next time." 
You sniffle rough and lift your face, wiping your tears with a cruel hand. Spencer takes your wrist in his hand to stop you, turninh to cover you from any nosy eyes. His fingertips are as soft as his voice wiping the rest of your tears away as he laments, "Please don't cry, don't get upset." Your face is hot to the touch. "Don't be embarrassed." 
"I'm not crying," you say, a last teardrop streaking from the corner of your eye. 
He wipes it away. "Okay." 
You pout at him like you want to cry more, and Spencer wouldn't mind, he'd stand here wiping your tears for hours if you needed it, but that's your worst nightmare. 
"Are people looking at me?" 
"Nobody's looking," he answers honestly. "You're only making a scene for me." 
You laugh but quickly cough. Spencer takes his opportunity to hug you and pats your back, considers kissing the side of your head but can't make himself commit to it. 
"Do you still wanna get dinner?" you ask weakly. 
"Yeah, I do. I really do. I'll get you whatever you want." 
If it were Morgan offering, you'd step on his foot. For Spencer, your clear and evident favourite, you nod into his chest, your hand slinking low on his back. 
He hugs you so hard he feels his ribs. 
"Wanna sleepover and watch Golden Girls?" he asks, prepared for rejection. You're the type to lick your wounds alone. 
But maybe in the privacy of Spencer's apartment you'll let yourself be upset properly, so he can comfort you appropriately. It aches how badly he wants to rub the tight space between your shoulders, tell you it's fine, you're fine, and one mistake doesn't define you, it never could. 
It's evidence of your affection for him that you agree. "Could we get the dinner to go?" you ask. 
Spencer tries not to look to triumphant. He's going to coddle and comfort you half to death, and by the looks of you, you're happy to let him. "Absolutely. Whatever you want." 
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arminsumi · 6 months
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First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?
Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!
LET ME MARRY YOU
↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader
The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."
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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy 🥹💗 tysm for enjoying my work it means everything
Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)
🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open
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The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.
What if something happens to you?
He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.
There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.
That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;
I want to marry you.
I'm going to marry you.
Please let me be your husband one day.
As if he's trying to manifest it.
Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.
It's October 11th.
Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.
He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.
He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.
He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.
He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.
But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.
He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.
Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.
Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.
The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.
"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.
He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.
His earthly goddess.
The purpose of his benevolent actions.
He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.
It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.
Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."
He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.
It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.
"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"
"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.
It's a stark bright day.
Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.
You open it.
He looks at you, and you look at him.
"Hi."
"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"
Your voice fills his heart with life.
"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."
"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."
Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.
There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.
"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.
"I'll always find my way home."
A silence ensues after he says this.
"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."
"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."
"... me too."
"... why did you leave?"
He stares at you.
"... I was scared of you being in danger."
He gulps.
"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."
Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...
"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."
"... yeah, duh."
He smiles meekly.
It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.
He hesitates. He contemplates.
"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"
"Of course. What is it?"
He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.
Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.
But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.
Let him just...
"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."
"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"
"Can I?"
"... what?"
"Can I please?"
"... huh??"
"Can I marry you, please?"
He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you — with very specific wording.
Can he? Will you let him?
It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.
"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.
He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."
"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."
You make him laugh. "Yeah..."
"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"
"No."
"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."
You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.
"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."
"You're damn right..."
"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."
"Satoru."
"Yes?"
His heart throbs. He looks at you.
"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."
"Oh."
You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.
So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.
"I'm sorry."
Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.
"My angel..."
When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.
He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.
Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.
Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.
"...Satoru?"
"Marry me."
You chuckle again.
"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.
He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.
"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."
On the verge of saying your name.
He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.
"Will you think about it?"
"I will."
There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.
"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."
"That took you, like, ten seconds."
You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"
He's silent.
"I have no idea."
"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.
His heart flutters at 'future husband'.
"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."
The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.
In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.
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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year
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Heyy there! I just love your ateez reactions so much and I saw that requests were open, so here is mine, I hope that's ok.
So, I've seen this concept a bit with other groups but I never found an ateez one, when they give the reader gf privileges, like the reader kiss them on the cheek and they don't have a problem with that (looking at you, hongjoong) and other things like that they don't let the others members do at all. I just imagine the others being so dramatic about it too lol.
ateez giving their s/o partner privileges
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genre: crack, fluff, everything in between
word count: 1.7k
warnings: cursing, wooyoung acting like... wooyoung, sanho bromance, idk its all very chaotic ok??
a/n: there is a LOT of wooyoung in this like he's in most of them because idk he's an icon and i felt like he fit the criteria for most of these so that's that. tysm for your request, this is such a cute and fun idea i love it! sorry it took like 10,000 years for me to do 🧑‍🦯
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hongjoong
wooyoung had his hands on his hips when he found hongjoong cuddled up with you on the sofa. legs folded over yours, arms wrapped around you tightly; he had never seen his leader show this much physical affection before. it was a weird sight to see.
"what do you want," hongjoong peered over your head, which currently lay on his chest, to see wooyoung still watching you both.
"oh," wooyoung said bluntly, "i see how it is."
"what are you on about," hongjoong rolled his eyes.
"i can't even poke your cheek without you squeaming away, but then they are all over you," wooyoung gestures to the cuddling session taking place, his tone exasperated.
hongjoong rolled his eyes and grinned slightly.
"yeah well, they're just better than you," hongjoong stated before placing his chin atop your head as you snuggled down further into his arms.
"why are you acting all jealous, you weirdo" hongjoong added as wooyoung continued to glare.
"disgusting behaviour," wooyoung fake gagged at the two of you being cute together. he'd have to get used to this side of hongjoong because you couldn't help but bring it out of him.
seonghwa
seonghwa had a thing about his hair. in the sense that... he didn't want anyone touching it.
stylists can, sure. but when his members came close to it seonghwa would throw hands. they would always mess it up, especially woosan, who were both rough with him in general and liked pulling on his hair to tease him.
but you're his partner. who was he to deny you of such a pleasure? playing with his hair brought you great joy.
so you sat on the couch, his head in your lap and eyes fluttered closed as he was telling you about his day in his usual calm, low voice. your hands folded through his hair, fingers lacing in between the fibres.
"oh i see how it is" wooyoung and san collectively joined the room to ruin the peaceful atmosphere, "you let them touch your hair but not us?"
you just grinned as you watched your boyfriend's eyes roll dramatically at his friends.
"go away" he mumbled, closing his eyes once more.
before you could stop them, the pair came over and messed up his hair quickly and not-so-gently, making him gasp and sit upright.
"little shits" seonghwa snarled as they ran away chuckling to themselves.
"you love them really," you said with a smile, pulling his head back down gently to your lap as he closed his eyes once more.
yunho
you had many benefits from dating yunho. he was handsome, kind, hilarious... you loved everything about him. but a privilege you have with him is helping him pick out his clothes.
"maybe try this colour tie instead," you handed him a burgundy tie, which seemed to please him.
hongjoong leaned against the door frame, watching yunho slide the tie around his collared neck.
"is this why you don't ask me for fashion advice anymore?" hongjoong pursed his lips as you smirked and winked over at him.
"that," yunho had elegantly twisted his fingers and folded his tie expertly quick, "and the fact that you have a very radical style. too noisy for me, i like things simple."
hongjoong shrugged a bit, "why be boring when you can be bold?"
"why where black when you can wear yellow?" yunho remarked back, grinning at you in the mirror as you stifled a laugh.
"fine, i get it" hongjoong pushed himself off the door frame, "have fun dressing your doll, y/n."
"oh i will~" you hummed, slipping your hands over the shoulders of his suit once he turned around to face you, a small grin still on his lips.
"perfect."
yeosang
"oh look it's mister 'don't touch me'" jongho mused as he came in to find yeosang spread out on the sofa with you hanging onto him like a koala.
"oh hello," yeosang vaguely looked over in his friend's direction "what's your name again?"
"oh you think you're so funny," jongho shook his head as yeosang snuggled into you gently. "i was gonna watch the football game in here."
"go ahead" you piped up, your voice sounding muffled because your face was buried in yeosang's neck. the vibrations of your voice tickled his neck, making him giggle. yeah, you guys weren't going to move anytime soon.
jongho's blank expression didn't change; public displays of affection were not his thing.
"nah forget it," jongho said, "i'll leave you lovebirds in peace."
"good, bye-bye" yeosang yawned and you hit him lightly for being rude, giving him a little glare
"i mean 'nooo, stay with us'" yeosang was so unserious he literally can't go 2 seconds without being sarcastic.
jongho shook his head "i couldn't possibly think of anything worse. having fun!" and he walked out with no other words said.
san
san is quite handsy with everyone he is close to so there's not much he wouldn't do to his members than he does to you.
but he would just concentrate his affection on you a lot more. you'd get all the kisses and cuddles you'll ever need to last you the rest of the year!
and the members noticed this.
"no goodnight kiss?" yunho would ask san in a teasing voice.
"not for you," san grinned sleepily, making his way towards his room, where you were waiting for him.
"wow, you've changed" yunho hummed before going back to his video game. of course, he didn't care, he just wanted to get under san's skin.
and he did. san pouted slightly, feeling guilty that he hadn't shown his friend much affection recently.
"you're just jealous because you don't have a partner" san would say, folding his arms over his chest.
when yunho didn't reply san rushed to him and placed a kiss on his cheek "goodnight" he grumbled and yunho grimaced in disgust, leaning away.
"ewww save that for your partner, lover-boy" yunho grimaced in disgust, leaning away from his affectionate roommate, who looked at him in defeat.
mingi
"stop biting me, wooyoung"
this was the third time mingi had scolded the younger member. yes, wooyoung had the tendency to bite the other members. this did not come as a surprise to you at all. in fact, you found it hilarious.
"you let y/n do it," wooyoung said matter-of-factly as your face flushed. mingi rubbed the back of his head and chuckled shyly.
"yeah, don't think i don't notice the love bites you come home like every other day," wooyoung raised and eyebrow and shrugged. mingi did in fact have one of these love bites laying perfectly on the skin of his neck as he spoke.
"well, that's different, we're dating" mingi protested after his initial embarrassment about being exposed, "you bite me because you... hell, i don't even know why you bite me."
"it's my way of saying i love you" wooyoung gave mingi big wide eyes while you giggled at this, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend.
"i don't care why you do it, and that's gross" mingi's face screwed up into disgust. you hid your face in the crook of his neck as you hid the laughter into his skin.
"why are you in his neck, y/n? wanna bite him again?" wooyoung interrogated as you raised a leg to kick him.
"find someone else to bite, this one's mine" you finally decided to fight back, giving as much attitude as wooyoung was coming out with.
"i don't why anyone has to be me at all, really..." mingi stared at the ceiling, wondering what he had done to deserve this affectionate abuse.
wooyoung
wooyoung was another affectionate member. in fact, he was so affectionate that he broke the physical boundaries the members found normal, to begin with.
"you're all my partners, in a way" wooyoung would gesture to the entire room as the other members groaned, and you sat up next to him with an amused look on your face. it was always fun to see your boyfriend interact with the others the way he did.
"san is my wife, for instance" wooyoung laughed at himself, earning a punch in the shoulder from san, who shook his head, clearly offended. this was the usual behaviour he had to deal with.
"but i love you the most" wooyoung leaned on your shoulder and fluttered his eyebrows as seonghwa let out a little 'aww', the other members rolling their eyes.
"thank goodness. now we don't have to deal with the snoring anymore," jongho remarked as the boys started laughing. wooyoung glared at the younger member playfully.
"what an honour and a privilege," you said in a non-impressed, monotone voice. wooyoung glided an arm over your shoulder.
"it is, isn't it?" wooyoung beamed while you stared at him with the same blank expression.
"i need more wine."
"i'll have some more too~"
"no, alcohol makes you snore louder!"
jongho
jongho is another member who isn't as affectionate as the rest. but he finds himself being different nowadays, because he is dating you. you've definitely softened him, he usually initiates most of the physical affection between you both!
"look at you two," mingi teased, playfully, grinning at the two as you walked arm in arm. you were currently on a walk with all the other members and they all couldn't help but notice how jongho was so open with his affection for you.
"what are you looking at?" jongho whined at his hyung, but his grip tightened on your arm. you blushed lightly at this warm gesture.
"you guys being desperately in love with each other," mingi teased and jongho stared at him with a blank expression. you laughed at this simple exchange.
the 99' liners kept going 'aww' and taking sneaky photos of you two because their precious maknae has found the one.
"leave them alone, guys" seognhwa scolded, but smiled dreamily at the sight of you two. he couldn't help it, you both looked so cute.
"it's nice to see jongho like this," he remarked to hongjoong, who nodded along with him.
you both looked like an exceptionally perfect couple, and the members couldn't get enough of how adorable it all was.
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ksnfangz · 8 months
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— ★ ₊˚ ARE YOU JEALOUS ?
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★ ₊˚ Request ! : “Hii! Hope you're doing good :) I wanted to request a jiung scenario (from the p1harmony request thingy heh), kind of best friends au, but you both have feelings for each other. Maybe you're close to another member and he gets jealous (?) you can decide how the rest goes! With promt #21 from the fluff list, and the scenario: "one gaming (or focusing on something) normally whilst the other styles their hair in silly little ways". Thank you so much in advance ^^”
★ ₊˚ paring: Jealous!jiung x bestfriend!reader
★ ₊˚ Genre: fluff
★ ₊˚ word count: 0.4k
★ ₊˚ A/N ; tysm for making this request and being so polite and patient i’m sorry that’s it so short!! sorry for any errors. hope you enjoy :) if you’d also like to make a request for any piwon or enhypen member the prompt list are here
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“ cut it out, I’m trying to focus.” jiung whined pushing your hands out of his hair. “ what’s your issue?”
His issue? what’s his issue? you’ve been practically ignoring him all day seemingly too occupied by the super amazing and handsome Theo.
It was torture watching you two all day, talking, laughing, glued at the hips. Jiung was two more giggles away from jumping off the nearest cliff but, he wasn’t jealous you're his best friend after all it's normal for you both to hang out with other people. Or at least that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself.
“ I don’t have an issue I’m just trying to focus on the game… if you wanna talk to someone why not go to Theo since you seemed to enjoy being with him so much.” the boy scoffed fingers gliding naturally across his keyboard as he skillfully kills another player.
“What are you talking about– Hold on, are you jealous?” you smirk pulling his head back, forcing him to look up at you.
“ What’s there to be jealous of?” Jiung replied. “ Maybe you should ask yourself that.” you say wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He did ask himself, and each time he'd get the same answer.
“ If you’re so sad about me spending time with Theo why don’t you ask me out so we can spend time together alone.” You state boldly.
Jiung freezes, the words “ game over.” flashing red on his screen as he slowly turns around to look at you. Not even acknowledging the loss of his kill streak.
He must’ve miss heard you.
“ W-what did you say?” Jiung asks
“ I said since you’re so bothered by me hanging out with Theo you should ask me out yourself.” you repeat using the hair tie on your writs to pull the male's hair into a ponytail before carefully pulling a few strands free to frame his face. All the while Jiung stared up at you seemingly lost in thought.
“ Your hair looks cute like this,” you say almost too normally for jiungs liking. Why were you acting so normal as if you didn’t just tell the boy to ask you out on a date?
“ Y/n ?”
“ Yes.”
“ Do you want to go on a date with me?” the boy asks voice cracking slightly from how nervous he was.
“ only been waiting years for you to ask.” you reply playfully rolling your eyes.
“ oh shut up.” Jiung says shoving your shoulder his cheeks red as a tomato as he turns back to his game ready to respawn.
“ Oh wait.” he says holding his hands out for you to grab which you do watching as he guides your hands back into his hair.
“ I want pigtails now.” He says before resuming his game.
“ You are something else.”
“ yeah, but you like it.”
“ yeah… I do.”
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as always likes and reblogs are appreciated but not required thank you for reading ily <33
© 𝐊𝐒𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐙. please do not plagiarise, repost, copy or translate any of my works!
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l0v3tast3 · 1 year
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Hey hope your doing well late (?) Merry christmas! I love your young reader one shots and headcannons, If its okay and if u have the time can I request more young reader but this time they arent their usual excited chaotic self? Their js absolutely silent and any response they give the boys are just hums/nods or short quick responses?? Dont have to do this if you dont want too btw!
✎ tysm for this ask i'm so sorry this has taken so long!! merry super late christmas lol
✎ tags: young military reader, depressed reader, gender neutral reader, all platonic relationships, everyone in the military is emotionally constipated, mentions of therapy, not proofread ofc
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♡ soap is the last to notice you're change in demeanor, and that's only about ten seconds after you've come out of the bathroom (plus, in all fairness, he was explaining how he was going to blow up a building).
♡ all four of the 141 task force are sat at the dining table in the safehouse you're all held up in currently. price and simon are both standing, hunched over blueprints and maps while gaz is typing on a laptop, trying to connect back to base. soap is sat off to the side, staring intensely at his own blueprint, marking points to put explosives every few moments.
♡ the mission you were on had been simple, as usual, and had gone wrong, as usual. everyone was used to it by now, on the verge of just expecting it constantly. you were too by now, but they had noticed the cracks forming in your demeanor, the way your usually-wide smile was tightening, how your eyebrows and shoulders wouldn't relax, your leg unable to stop bouncing when you would sit.
♡ you knew to be serious on missions. between small jokes and popping out when they were about to start getting frantic in looking for you, you would be serious, trigger finger always ready and listening for your next orders. this, though, was what the rest of the task force would call "several steps up" from your usual behavior.
♡ when you step out of the bathroom, they notice your head turned to the ground to hide and the lack of your usual announcement that you were back to grace them with your presence. they don't say anything, though. price wonders if this is what he's been waiting for, the day you lose your smile, and it opens a pit in his stomach that he tries to push away for the time being.
♡ you're all stuck in that safehouse for another four days, and it doesn't get any better. they don't hear you speak more than a few words at a time. you don't look them in the eyes anymore. you're restless and eager to keep your distance from them, only seen outside of the tiny room you had claimed when there was an update to the mission.
♡ they wouldn't talk about it, not while they're out on the mission. price stares at the floor while soap and ghost exchange a look, and gaz wonders if he should follow you back to your room. they just keep on working.
♡ all of them are quietly wondering what it was that did it in for you. everything they'd seen wasn't anything new to you. there had only been a total of maybe ten minutes that you weren't by someone else's side during the thick of it. whatever had happened, they weren't asking, and you weren't telling.
♡ when you're all finally evacuated, the helicopter ride back is tense. price and ghost escaped up to the cockpit with the pilot, and soap and gaz are left sitting in the seats across from you. you're just staring down into space. the most they had gotten out of you in the past few hours was a quick affirmation when given an order.
♡ soap tries to ask you if you're doing alright, and after the second call of your name through the headsets you look up at him. he asks again and you say you're good.
♡ after you land, you slip away to an empty meeting room to complete the new piles of paperwork that always came with the completion of a mission. it's late into the night, and even for a military compound, the halls are quiet; it's a heavy contrast from where you were just hours prior, and you're still waiting for another barrage of gunfire in the distance. the only thing that breaks the silence, though, is heavy footsteps coming closer before the door opens.
♡ in walks your captain with his own stack of folders and packets. he doesn't say anything to you, just sinks into the chair at the other end of the table from you and starts sifting through the papers. you just stare at him for a bit, because you know he has his own office. you know how he complains about his back when he has to do paperwork in a chair that isn't his own custom-ordered one.
♡ after a bit you finally get that he's keeping you company. you go back to checking things off and filling in answers, casting a glance up at price every few moments. he acts like he's alone in the room until he finally meets your gaze with raised eyebrows, as if asking, "are we going to talk about it?" and you go back to writing.
♡ none of the men can get you to crack; they hoped you would go back to your usual self after you got back from the mission, but two weeks afterwards they still couldn't get a full sentence out of you. kyle and soap would try their best to get you to laugh, and ghost even told you a couple of his jokes when everyone else was training.
♡ they finally talk about it at the three week point. it's been nearly a month; kyle brings it up hesitantly while they're all sitting together drinking and playing cards and you've gone to bed for the night. everyone puts their cards down and shifts uncomfortably in their seats, but they know they need to talk about it.
♡ they toss around varying ideas of how to cheer you up. soap says they should throw a party, ghost says to just leave you to work it out yourself. price suggests setting you up with one of the on-site therapists at the base and kyle asks if they should just do an "intervention-type-thing". either way, they know they have to talk to you about it. they elect price to try again.
♡ they next day, price pulls you aside into another empty meeting room and sits down with you. he's awkward and clearly a bit out of his depth, but he bares with it. price starts off with clearing his throat and saying that everyone's worried about you. you say you're fine, and he calls bullshit. you stare down at your folded hands while he goes on about how they've all noticed you're lack of energy, eating, going outside, doing anything outside the requirements really.
♡ he finally asks you what happened, and you mumble that you don't know what it was. nothing in particular actually happened. you just didn't know what was wrong with you.
♡ price tells you that it's alright, that there doesn't have to be any one reason, that there isn't anything "wrong" with you. he asks you if you want him to talk to one of the psychologists or therapists in the base for you. he tells you there's no shame in it, that we all need a little help, that everyone's worried and just wants to get you feeling better. you're hesitant to admit that you need the help until he tells you that just about every person in the base has talked to a therapist at least once or twice. it comes with the job.
♡ they start seeing the light in your eyes again when kyle or soap sneaks you your favorite candy bars, and you start laughing at everyone's bad jokes again, little by little. it takes awhile, but they keep doing what they can. they won't talk about it again, but they're all relieved to see the life coming back to you, slowly but surely.
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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year
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hiii could i request a fic/headcannon thingy with the OM brothers and the dateables trying to impress the mc's older sibling? tysm have a great day :))))))
obey me characters meeting and trying to impress your older sibling
hi anon! i hope this request is what you were looking for! i tried to keep it in character for who would actually try to impress your sibling vs. who would just roll with the punches and see what happens. i hope you enjoy!
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prompt: you're hanging out alone one night with your partner. a knot twists in your gut. you know he can tell something is wrong, but it seems he's waiting for you to say something first. eventually, you crack, sitting him down in preparation for what you've got to say. he watches you nervously twist your fingers together for a moment before finally speaking your mind.
"do you think you could... meet my older sibling?"
you fill him in on all the details, explaining how your sibling has grown more and more insistent the longer you've been together. he laughs and asks why you were so nervous. well, you see, your sibling isn't exactly the most friendly with anyone you've dated in the past, and you're a little nervous they might, y'know... hate your boyfriend?
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Lucifer
interesting.
well, it's not like he's going to worry about it. lucifer has been alive for millennia, met more people than he can count. he is absolutely certain that your sibling will like him. he'll be on his best behavior, bring a gift for good measure, show them just how committed you are to each other. it'll be easy.
at least, that's what he tells himself to stop the incoming stress migraine.
this proud demon needs your older sibling to like him. it's not like they have any say in the relationship, sure, but what if their opinion sways yours? what if your sibling disapproves of him, and you yourself slowly start to grow tired the flaws your sibling finds in him?
he swings from cocky to stress-addled every day until he finally meets your sibling. behind his stoic face, his nerves are starting to get the better of them-- mammon catches him before you both depart and gives him a quiet pep talk to soothe his anxieties. somehow, it works.
but lucifer didn't need any help either way. at the end of the day, the morningstar is a perfect gentleman. he's amazing with your sibling-- attentive, polite, even a bit funny when the mood strikes-- and by the end of the night, your sibling praises your choice in partner. there's a massive weight gone from both of your shoulders as you return to the devildom hand-in-hand.
... not that he was nervous or anything in the first place.
Mammon
he's the great mammon! of course they'll like him! no, his hands aren't shaking, he's just... cold! yeah! it's freezing over here! look over there-- he's totally not distracting you from that terrified look on his face, because the great mammon is not scared of anything!
lies. he's terrified.
he knows that he's a scumbag. as much as he denies it when his brothers toss around insults, he knows there's a long list of flaws written for him and him alone. you, in your infinite kindness and love, might have grown to overlook them. but your sibling? nah, he couldn't sell himself twice. your sibling is going to see right through him.
but the great mammon is not going to give up without trying, hell no! cue an absurd training montage as mammon tries to prepare himself for this meeting. he won't let you see what he's doing-- shoo! shoo! you'll throw him off! you're gonna be so impressed, babe, you'll swoon when you see how cool he is!
the loud music and louder crashing noises coming from behind his locked door do not make you feel any better.
mammon's saving grace is this strange charisma he has. it's what got you interested in him from the beginning, despite his bad attitude and mixed signals. it's honestly what's kept him alive thus far-- if he wasn't charming in his odd, mammon-ish sort of way, there's no way lucifer wouldn't have chopped him up and sold his bones to make furniture by now.
he spends the night trying to impress your sibling in grand, over-the-top ways. this, in and of itself, is charming. it's like watching an enthusiastic puppy wipe out on the hardwood and get up to try again over and over, never once losing the childish optimism behind its big, dumb eyes. at least, that's how your sibling described it.
they ultimately develop a pitying fondness of mammon. he's trying so hard that you can't help but find it endearing, y'know?
Leviathan
this man is scared. shitless.
levi tries to get out of it, then gets mad at himself for being a bad partner, then spirals and thinks they won't like him anyways, then worries that you're going to break up with him because his sibling will hate you and think you're too good for him-- he agrees, but still, he can't bear to see you go--
you're going to have to talk him off the ledge of an impending panic attack at this point. remind him that regardless of what your sibling thinks, you love him. it calms him just enough to get through the rest of the conversation.
honestly, it would be wise of you to wait until closer to the meeting to invite levi, because every single day since your conversation is a unique form of emotional hell for him. he's grieving a relationship that hasn't even ended yet-- he's just certain he's going to screw things up with your sibling.
lucifer has to step in at some point and have a talk with him to make sure he doesn't, y'know... explode into a million pieces in the hallway at RAD or something. he gives him some advice on how to make a good first impression and sends him on his way. that poor guy is so anxious that it's starting to wear off on other members of the house.
when the day finally comes, levi makes absolutely certain that he is as presentable as possible. freshly showered, surprisingly well-dressed (well, by levi standards), and ready to get this over with.
he's... stiff at first, no doubt. he's honestly starting to give your sibling the wrong impression...
somehow, some way, an interest of levi's comes up. maybe it's an anime he likes, or some obscure sea creature he knows a lot about, or something else entirely. but a switch flips in him. leviathan lights up the room as he passionately rambles about whatever interest of his is the current topic.
your sibling, with their initial negative impression of him, ultimately approves after he stops being so damn awkward. it's not like they bite, y'know?
Satan
satan takes your worries in stride and assures you that everything will work out in the end. he feels an unfamiliar hum of what must be anxiety in his chest, but he puts it aside to keep the conversation going.
he addresses a lot of his anxieties with logic. he is smart, well-spoken, attractive... there shouldn't be much about him that puts your family off. yet why does he still feel on edge?
poor thing has yet to learn that many emotions, like love and anxiety, are at times completely and utterly irrational.
he goes to his safe space-- books-- for help. he revisits his favorite "meeting the family" moments in his library and uses those for inspiration. these scenes in the books are never awkward. the protagonist is always suave and perfect, walking through every social situation with practiced grace. that's the energy he aims to channel into meeting your sibling for the first time.
he does his best primping to make sure he feel confident enough to make it through the night. there's a good chance he'll have to shoo asmodeus away, who just adores watching his older brother get all dressed up for a date! satan's just a little embarrassed by the amount of effort he puts in. he's trying to seem effortlessly charming, y'know? anyone knowing just how much work he put in really ruins the effect.
he relaxes a bit when you're by his side. it's a good reminder what this evening is really all about-- you, being proud enough of him as your partner to introduce you to your family. regardless of how things go, you're the most important part of this whole thing.
what can i say, he's charming! satan's very well-spoken and down to earth. your sibling likes him a lot, commenting that you and (the fake name you gave satan, since, y'know, his name is satan) your partner seem like a wonderful pair. he has to agree himself, too.
there's a chance that you might hear them doting over you if you exit the room-- nothing brings people together quite like the things they love.
Asmodeus
asmodeus laughs in the face of this challenge. ha! ha ha! silly you, don't you remember how charming he is? no need to worry, mc. he'll win them over in no time.
asmo needs everyone to like him so much, all the time. this is especially true for your older sibling. clearly they mean a lot to you, otherwise you wouldn't be so nervous about this upcoming dinner. he can't imagine a world where he doesn't win your sibling's heart by the end of the night.
he's genuinely not worried about it in the slightest... until someone makes an unassuming little jab at him. he's telling everyone about the dinner he's so looking forward to, boasting about how he'll have your sibling wrapped around his finger by the end of the night for sure.
maybe it's mammon tossing in a snarky "let's hope they don't find you obnoxious", or satan mumbling a "oh yes, because charming a family member to make them like you is totally boyfriend material", or even levi mumbling something about how people don't usually find narcissism very likeable. regardless of who makes the comment or what it actually is, it cuts deep.
now. we know asmo. under that thick, thick layer of narcissism is someone who is deeply vulnerable, scared, and terrified of rejection. doubt starts to creep in. is asmodeus himself all charm, no substance? do people not actually like him? are all of his accomplishments a product of manipulation?
he decides one night, in a quiet, tear-stained panic, that he will not charm your sibling. he will show them the most genuine version of himself he can muster and hope that it's enough for them-- that it's enough for you.
even without his powers, asmodeus passes your sibling's test with flying colors. he genuinely just likes being around people, and they like him too-- even when he's not using his powers, he still has this magnetic charm that makes you fond of him. this is especially true when he's not putting up airs or going the extra mile to make everyone swoon over him like usual.
there's a massive weight lifted off his shoulders as your sibling bids you both farewell and asks to do this sort of thing again sometime soon. that's approval, baby!
when the evening is over, you best believe he is absolutely going home to rub his success in his brothers' faces. serves them right for making him worry!
Beelzebub
immediately very nervous about the food situation. in the devildom, he can eat whatever he wants. but on earth?? he can't!! what if he gets you kicked out of somewhere, or his stomach starts growling, or, or--
you have to reassure him that you've got a backup plan in case of emergency, and that you'll make sure he doesn't starve. after all, you don't have the funds to clean up a mess like that on earth. only with your reassurance can he focus on what the meeting actually entails.
family is everything to beelzebub. he's honestly really happy that you love him enough to introduce him to yours. so rest assured that he will do everything in his power to ensure he makes a good first impression.
he spends a lot of time at the gym to work off his nervous energy. this teddy bear just really loves you so much and wants the night to go just how you want it that sometimes it makes his hands shake a little.
there's a good chance that he goes to belphegor to ask for advice. belphegor is famously unhelpful with these kinds of things, but he does pass along a good nugget of wisdom from underneath a thick blanket-- "they love you already, right? just show their sibling why. be yourself or whatever that corny ass saying says."
the execution could use some work, but at the end of the day the sentiment still stands. be yourself, beel, because you're a sweetheart!
and a sweetheart he is the entire meeting. bonus points if your older sibling has a dog or children-- he's fantastic with those. kids love to climb all over him like a jungle gym. a little foot to the stomach or side doesn't phase him one bit.
he's also just very kind and thankful to your sibling for making the time to meet him, as well as thanks them for taking care of you growing up. he's just really happy things turned out this way. of all the millions of different timelines that could have happened, he's glad he's in this one, with you, watching the sun set and enjoying an evening with those you love the most.
Belphegor
belphegor, in all honesty, doesn't really care what your sibling thinks. what're they going to do, march down to the devildom and split you up? demand you break up like a controlling parent? he doesn't have the energy to worry about such inane bullshit.
like a lot of things with belphie, he finds himself caring explicitly because you care.
you want your sibling to like him? fine. he can't promise prince charming or anything, but he'll give it a try for you.
he doesn't really do a whole lot of mental prep. he's lucky in that way-- less strung out and anxious about things he can't control than some of his other brothers. he does, however, physically prepare more than any of the others.
by that, i mean he practically hibernates a few days before meeting your sibling. he knows one of his biggest flaws is how often he sleeps, so he's hoping he can get enough sleep to fend it off for one day.
one major advantage belphegor has is his sense of humor. this man is funny. his jokes are dry and snarky, easy to miss at times; if your sibling has a sarcastic sense of humor, they think he's hilarious. if, for some reason, his jokes don't land, he'll tone them down for the night. you'll get to hear all of them on the way home, though.
the evening ends as belphie's energy truly runs out. he leans into your shoulder and fights hard against his dropping eyelids. if your sibling asks, he mumbles something about being anemic and tries to force himself to wake up. this is your cue to wrap the night up.
your sibling walks away with the impression that belphegor is a bit of a shithead (correct). whether or not they say this with affection is another thing entirely. regardless, though, he's a shithead that loves you and makes you happy, so really, what more can they ask for?
Diavolo
there are two concurrent thoughts happening when you share this information with him.
one part of him is already sure that your sibling will approve of him without a doubt. he's royalty, after all-- he's got amazing manners, he's well-spoken, and very respectful of anyone he meets. these are some of the most essential qualities to making a future king.
the other part of him is very invested in your sibling liking him for one main reason: diavolo absolutely intends to be your family one day and he wants to establish a good relationship with his in-laws from the jump.
he doesn't spend nearly as much time preparing for anything as he does dreaming about how the meeting will go between stacks of the most boring paperwork in all of the three realms. this man craves domesticity because it was so limited as he grew up in the castle. he wants dinner with in-laws, visiting your aging grandparents, waking up early to attend your niece or nephew's soccer games. he's selfish in that way and he knows it. he wants everything with you.
unfortunately for him, diavolo cannot change certain things about himself to blend in better in the human world. most notably, he's massive. it's certainly a bit off-putting to even the most open minded people when you walk in hand-in-hand with goliath. hopefully your sibling doesn't comment on it.
but diavolo's booming laugh and high-beam grin are sure to enchant the most stubborn of older siblings. there's a certain electricity in watching him let his hair down, abandoning the weight of the "future king" title and spending the evening not as a ruler but your partner. he's effortlessly fun and charming. you find yourself enchanted with him again by the end of the night. he's really incredible, huh?
diavolo is already asking to do this again soon as you guys say your goodbyes. with those hopeful eyes staring at them in anticipation, how could your sibling ever refuse such an attractive offer?
Barbatos
... is there any universe in which your sibling wouldn't like barbatos? look at him. he's perfect.
the only issue i could see arising here is if your sibling is very animated and finds your partner quite stiff and humorless. a shame, because barbatos has a sharp wit and sharper tongue-- but i digress.
barbatos is not anxious about this meeting. this is mostly because of who he is as a person. anxieties roll off of him like water off a duck's back. he's comforting in that way. it helps that his hands are always busy.
he spends the night before making the best cake you've ever tasted, along with a few other offerings, to the meeting. he's not worried about making a bad impression, of course, but he's not opposed to greasing the wheels a little either.
he looks wonderful when you go to leave. there's an air of sophistication around him at all times, and yet when he's of-duty, you notice something else about him: a sense of ease as he takes your hand. a small, almost humored smile pulls at his lips. in that moment, you know there's nothing to worry about.
and of course, you're right. barbatos is a true gentleman. he strikes a perfect balance between offering his help and letting your sibling flex their hosting skills. truly a perfect houseguest.
the only dubious moment comes when your sibling, after barbatos once again wows with his effortless perfection, calls him an angel. the demon's lips quirk into a small smile at the irony, just for a moment, before thanking your sibling and continuing the conversation. your sibling seems to notice the strange reaction but thankfully does not press further. he does bring it up on the way home, though-- that smile returns, this time intentional and humored as the corners of his mouth turn upwards. angel. how interesting.
diavolo bypasses the butler immediately and asks you how the meeting went, knowing barbatos won't provide him with the juicy details he wants. you hate to disappoint his highness, but the evening went swimmingly.
Simeon
simeon is an angel of the lord. hand-crafted by god, built as an ideal specimen, he does not fret over the opinions of many.
then why, pray tell, does he care so much about your older sibling liking him?
there is a supernatural charm about him. even the most irritable of people soon find themselves fond of the angel. in that regard, he's grateful. but he doesn't want to rely on his blessing. he wants your sibling to like him for who he actually is. their approval quickly becomes a symbol of prosperity for your relationship-- if your sibling somehow took issue with him, then that must be a sign from Father that your love wasn't made to be. he trusted in the heavenly plan, after all.
that trust did come with a lot of nausea, though. this angel did not like the idea that someone could think you shouldn't be together.
his mood in the coming days is a little off. he's less quick-witted, a bit more distracted, just generally sort of out of it all. it starts scaring luke and solomon. the vibes in purgatory hall are completely off when simeon's not in a good mood like usual.
he spends the night before baking with luke to make some treats to bring to the meeting. he's hoping that your sibling has a sweet tooth-- if not, he's screwed.
simeon, of course, has nothing to worry about. he's just so damn likeable! he's sweet and polite to everyone, no matter how abrasive your sibling may be. watching him interact with them makes you fall in love with him all over again.
your sibling likes him. of course they do. he's wonderful to them and to you all day. if they particularly like him, they might even mention that he's a keeper-- bonus points if it's in front of him. that'd make his whole month.
Solomon
solomon doesn't really care much about the whole "meeting the family" dance other couples have to worry about. he's been around your much longer than any other human could hope to live. that sort of existence doesn't foster a family or long-term friendships. he doesn't really have anyone that matters enough to him to gain their approval of your relationship, so, in a sense, he doesn't think about how important meeting your older sibling is to you.
when you explain it, he sort of passively agrees to the meeting. he'll try his best, stay on his best behavior, yadda yadda, but there's no part of him that would be heartbroken if something came up and you had to cancel. he just doesn't have those strong familial attachments that you do.
he doesn't seem very invested in the whole thing-- that is, until you say you're worried your older sibling might not like him, seeing as how they haven't been fond of anyone else you've dated.
oh. oh. so that's a challenge, is it?
solomon will not be losing, in that case. you best believe from this moment onward that he's putting in maximum effort to get your sibling to be his #1 fan. his social skills are a bit rusty at times-- that's why many call him "devious" and "off-putting" and "a menace to the three realms", whatever that's all about-- but he'll brush them off and prepare to charm the shit out of your older sibling.
when the meeting finally comes, he's all smiles. if they knew him better, the kindness would make him seem like a wolf in sheep's clothing, all razor sharp teeth as he lulls you into a false sense of security. it's not that he's trying to be manipulative or anything. solomon just has this way about him that makes everything he does seem at least a little shady. but you can tell that he is actually trying to be friendly and kind, even if it is just for the sense of satisfaction that comes from winning.
he'll tease you on the way home about how you doubted him from the beginning. your sibling likes him, so what were you so worried about, silly? solomon would never let something like that slide.
that night, you catch his expression shift when he thinks you're not looking-- just for a moment, there's a sense of real, genuine relief on his face from knowing that he made a good impression.
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xythlia · 1 year
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꒦꒷♡ . . . HONEYMOON WEEK 𓂃 ITTO \ CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER . ·˚ ༘
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♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS | ༝ f!reader ⸝⸝ overstim ⸝⸝ fingering ⸝⸝ possessiveness ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ squirting ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ clit sucking
♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICE | welcome to day one of honeymoon week! <3 tysm again for all the luv & support on my works n I hope u guys enjoy this + what's coming up :3 ps sorry if there's errors I wrote this w my clit & im penis delirious for this man gn
♡⃕ ࣪ HONEYMOON WEEK M.LIST
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You admitted it quietly one night, eyes looking anywhere but at him.
"No ones ever made me cum before," you mumbled.
"How about I be the first?" He watched your eyes widen, heart already thrumming with the thought of what it would be like to make you cum especially since he'd fantasized about you in the past always hoping you'd see more in him.
That's how you ended up here, squirming with him between your legs and his thick fingers curling against your walls, making your thighs shake. One of his hands kept a firm grip on your right thigh, keeping your legs apart while the other eagerly explored your soaked cunt.
"I bet you look so fucking cute when you're cumming," he groaned out, feeling you squeezing around his fingers. His eyes were glued to your face, obsessed with seeing every detail of your expression.
It was all you could do to moan back mindlessly, too busy being sucked down into the whirlpool of pleasure he'd throw you into. You can't believe it's only his fingers that have you feeling like you're cracking open. Looking down to see his hand working relentlessly against your pussy gave you a head rush, choking on your cries as your leg muscles tightened.
"Who else's made you feel this good, huh?" He asked, voice cracking as he felt his cock straining against his pants.
You couldn't answer, bliss as thick as honey had flooded your brain, a thick coating that blocked out anything but the pulsing of your clit. He leaned over you, making you whine at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear.
"Who else has made you feel this good?" His whisper carried a twinge of something your fuzzy mind couldn't place.
But you made yourself slur out, "Nobody." Your nerves felt like they'd caught fire, legs jerking in his hold as you felt it crash over you, your orgasm so strong it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers curled against his shoulders, moans ringing sharp against the walls of the bedroom as tears washed the world around you in watercolor.
He tore his eyes away from your face to watch the wet spot beneath your ass grow, your orgasm and the way your cunt clenched making fluid seep out erratically. It was mesmerizing to watch, making his need to bury himself inside you even greater but he steeled himself. This was about you, after all. He wasn't going to be another person neglecting your wants and needs, not when he's waiting so long to have you.
You squeal as he shimmies down the bed, his hands on your hips dragging you down until his breath fans over your wet folds, making you wriggle in his hold. You'd barely come down from the first-
"Shit-" you cry out, hands frantically twisting into the sheets. The feeling of his tongue lapping against your pulsing clit makes your heart skip, Itto isn't holding back with his arm up and splaying a hand over your tummy and the other gripping your ass cheek as he tilts you upward.
He's like a man possessed, sucking on your clit and letting his tongue dance around it, ripping high pitched cries from deep inside your lungs. If you clutch the sheets any tighter surely your fingers would break, but it was the only thing anchoring you against the rolling tide.
"Fuck-", he slurs against your cunt, "you're so amazing," the muscles in your abdomen contract as he slips two fingers back inside you, tears sliding down your cheeks feeling that band of pleasure tightening again inside you.
With the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the way he sucked on your clit that band snaps back with force, your hips jumping up wildly as fluid drenches his mouth, neck, and hands and your cries become desperate, devolving into garbled chants of his name.
With a certain hunger he licks up every bit of cum, gently licking against your spasming pussy before pulling back, your bleary eyes meeting his watching as he sucked his fingers clean.
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yoongiphoria · 7 months
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hello!! i am here for the swiftie drabbles bc they sound like so much fun!! can i get “Sweet Nothing” for Yoongi? :D would love it to be fluffy with a touch of angst but you can go in whatever direction the wind takes u!!
sweet nothing | myg
✰ pairing: husband!yoongi x f!reader  ✰ warnings: fluff, this whole thing is extremely soft; references to reader’s career being demanding + difficult ✰ word count: 0.7k ✰ note: tysm for the request, jen!! i realized after i finished writing this that yoongi's name doesn't come up once lmao but i kind of liked it better that way—and hope that his vibe was captured here such that it's obvious who reader's husband is, even without a name :) i think this is one of my favorite lil drabbles i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoy ~
✰ listened to: sweet nothing - taylor swift
The feeling comes over you three steps from your front door.
Your husband had picked out the place. It was his long before it belonged to the both of you, a quaint little townhouse in an Anyang suburb; a vertical structure that keeps the both of you moving up and down the stairs all day, calling for each other from above and below. But you don't mind. You liked how the house felt like a book shelved somewhere quiet, far away from the noise of it all. Liked the feeling of slotting yourself into his life instead of the other way around, when he's already had to adapt so thoroughly to everything you are. Liked how it required you to look for your husband and find him, instead of allowing your eyes to pass over each other—sunlight falling on dust motes, a camera accidentally capturing a stranger.
Being in the city would have been too much, anyway. Nowhere to go without prying eyes.
You park in your usual spot beneath the camphor tree. You crack your neck, squeeze and unsqueeze your joints over the steering wheel, sigh out the day's accumulated frustrations in one soft, extended exhale. It always takes you a second or two to decompress after the day. Today had been bearable, though your body never quite adjusts to the rhythms of your work. Impossible, when you can't predict anything—when everyone seems to need you for something. Not a single day passes without incident.
Tired. Tired, tired, tired. But you've received a text promising seollungtang and the amber wash of your entryway lamp spills onto the lawn, so you slip out of your car, beginning the short trudge to your front door.
Inside, the heavy, milky scent of bone broth curls into the air. Music floats down the stairs, from the second-floor kitchen—something rounded and mellow, the sleepless in __________ album, you think. He doesn't hear you come in over the sound of the rice cooker hissing and speaking, doesn't hear the front door lock click shut and the thump of your boots collapsing against the tile. You know he doesn't hear you because he almost never does, and when he does he'll poke his head around the corner and peer down the stairs and ask, "Have you come home?" (You've always thought it's a bit funny that Koreans phrase it that way. Like he can't see for himself that you're standing next to the shoe rack, keys in hand.)
You take the stairs one at a time. Like leaving your umbrella in the bucket by a store entrance, trusting that everything will be as you left it when you return—you shed your burdens at the front door. You try not to bring the chaos of outside home to him, your safe place. He exists in a world untainted by calendar alerts and corporate sponsorships and unflattering pap shots, a world cocooned from it all by the four walls of this house.
He hears your footstep creaking on the top step and turns around, holding a wooden spoon, a thick elastic band pushing the fringe out of his eyes. Asks, "Have you come home?" Holds out his right arm at a ninety-degree angle, a silent offering, and waits for you to slot yourself against him, to curl your arms around his waist. 
You walk over, close your eyes, and sink into him. Breathe in the tang of scallion and the warmth of a home. Cherish the feeling of his lips brushing against your hairline. You think about how a soulmate is something you make, the way a home is, and how he hasn't for a moment stopped creating for you—rich broth and rice vermicelli, "Eternal Sunshine," the glow of a lit lamp in the entryway.
"You're early," he hums, squeezing your shoulders. He uses his free hand to stir the broth, taps the spoon against the edge of the pot to shake off the excess. "It'll be a few more minutes until dinner's ready."
An unexpected tsunami of affection crashes, right into the center of your chest. "Thank you," you murmur. "You didn't have to do all of this."
He breathes a chuckle. Isn't it obvious, it says. I love you.
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kookslastbutton · 7 months
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hii i hope ur well!! just wanna say i absolutely adore ur writing it's so addictive ahaha <33 here's a request i have, if u don't mind: so basically jin and the reader are in a relationship and jin was pretty confident with the relationship at the start, but he feels like after y/n met the other members they spend more time with each other than jin + y/n, and then one day something happens thats just the last straw for him so his jealousy is now visible + a hot make out sesh if u dont mind lmaoo
End of the Line ༓ KSJ (m)
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✑ Summary: Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you've been spending more time with his friends than him. It's an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it.
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pairing: seokjin x reader
au/genre: fluff, little bit of angst, some crack, suggestive smut, established relationship, drabble
rating: m, 18+
word count: 1,392
warnings: seokjin is jealous and a bit pompous lol, seokjin just wants oc to pay attention to him again 🥺, reference to super tuna bc I couldn't resist, also yeah some crack at first bc its Seokjin, swearing, light fighting, hot make out session as requested, ass gr*pping, manhandling, feat. jhs, myg, & kth
now playing: super tuna
a/n: This was very fun to write anon! 🤩 tysm for your kind words!! It means so much to me 💗 I really hope you like this ☺
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You and Seokjin started out as friends—always accompanying the other to weddings, karaoke nights, nature walks, and even fishing trips. It was when Seokjin caught a super tuna on one of his trips to sea that you were beyond proud of him. You didn't hesitate at all to pull out your phone and take a picture of him with his catch.
Seokjin marks it as the day he knew he couldn't just stay friends with you, so he asked you out. It wasn't every day that he'd meet someone who'd get as excited over super tuna as he did after all.
'This tuna will not be released back into the water!' he promised to himself while smiling at the camera with you behind it.
Ever since that day you and Seokjin have been going out as a couple for three months. At first, the two of you were inseparable. You went on multiple dates a week; three at least.
But that all turned upside down when he took the plunge to introduce you to his inner circle, his main guys. Now whenever he asks about your day or your whereabouts you tell him you're out with Namjoon or hanging out with Jimin.
It couldn't be more obvious that you prefer spending time with his friends over him—your boyfriend. Well, he's World Wide Handsome, so whatever this thing is will end today.
Seokjin stands in front of his full-length bedroom mirror, plain white t-shirt, and classic denim jeans. The front pieces of his hair are pushed to either side of his face to make a clean middle part. "This should get her attention." He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a mirror selfie. "I look damn good today." He sends the photo to you right after.
Seokjin: Having a good hair day, don't you think? [sent an image]
He eagerly waits for your response which typically only takes a few short minutes. But when the time on his phone jumps ahead twenty minutes without a reply, he just knows something's up.
Jagiya 😘: it's nice ❤😊
"Unbeliveable," he scoffs. "That's all you have to say?" Seokjin nearly glares at the screen as he types out a response.
Seokjin: Where are you? I miss you and want to see you 😞
Jagiya 😘: I'm home bby. We can go out if you want??
Seokjin lights up at this. He hasn't been able to see you all week between work schedules and oh yeah...you hanging out with his friends. The last part has him scowling. He's glad you get along with his buds and all but did you have to get so close to all of them?!
Seokjin: yes, come over as soon as you can! We can see a movie or go for lunch 😀
Jagiya: okay, I'll be there in half an hour.
Mission complete. Seokjin slips his phone back into his pocket and combs his slender fingers through his hair.
"Congratulations bro, your girlfriend's yours again!" He gives himself a pat over the shoulder then heads to the living room to wait for you.
When he hears fists pounding on his door he leaps to open it with a big grin plastered on his face.
"Hey hyung!" Seokjin's grin melts when he sees Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung standing in the hallway outside his apartment. You're in between all of them, touching a little too close in his opinion. Seokjin tosses you a 'what the fuck' look instantly.
"Kook, Joon, and Jimin had other plans so they couldn't make it. The rest of us are free though. What movie are we seeing?" You say, oblivious to your error.
Seokjin doesn't reply but clutches your wrist and pulls you towards him, more aggressively than he meant. He then slams the door before the others can walk in.
"Seokjin! What the hell are you doing?" You shake your wrist from out of his grasp, bewildered by his sudden temperament.
"What am I doing? I'm asking you the same thing! I said I wanted to go out with you today, not the peanut gallery!"
"Hey, fuck you man!" On the other side of the door Yoongi cusses. Seokjin pays no attention to it as he's far too concerned with you.
"I'm sorry Jinnie—" you start, realizing he wanted this is be a date. "I ran into the guys on the way over and invited them because I thought we were just hanging out. The more the merrier..."
Seokjin's eyes widen, the vein in his neck slightly protruding. His eyebrows knit together too. "Hang out? Since when do we just hang out? Are you my girlfriend or not?"
"Of course I am—"
"Then why are you bringing them everywhere you go?! This isn't a polyamorous relationship, you know? We used to go out all the time but now I have to compete with five other men plus Jungkook!"
"Jungkook's a man!" Taehyung's baritone voice pipes.
"Shut up Tae, they're fighting in there," Hoseok shushes. "I really think we should leave. I feel odd standing out here."
"I second that," Yoongi turns to head to the elevator at the end of the hall.
"Oh, oh I think they're calming down now." Taehyung has his ear flushed against the apartment door. "I don't hear anything..."
"Yeah?" Hoseok leans his ear to the door too. Yoong watches them from a few feet away, arms crossed—he will not be one to fall into the door when it opens. "You're right," Hoseok speaks again. "It's dead silent in there."
From inside the apartment, Seokjin stares at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes rake up and down your body with a mix of pissed off and turned on. You look exceptionally stunning today, he observes.
"So this is all because you're jealous that I've been hanging out with your friends?"
"Yes, I'm jealous." Seokjin's hands fly up, further expressing his annoyance. "You're always too busy giggling with Jungkook or clinging onto Namjoon's biceps than going out with me, your boyfriend!"
"You are so exaggerating it. I'm just having some fun with them. And I'm not touching Namjoon's biceps so I don't know where that came from. Unless...." you narrow your eyes at the man. "You think they want to sleep with me don't you?"
"Well, why wouldn't they want you? Have you seen yourself?"
You'd be flattered by the compliment if you weren't already fuming at the fact your boyfriend is being so unbelievably unreasonable. "I can't believe you'd say that about your own friends Seokjin!" you say.
"I've known them longer than you have, so trust me. I know what I'm talking about okay?" Seokjin takes a deep breath. "I'm happy you're all friends. I just want to see you more..."
You sigh and walk up to him, hand reaching out to soothe him. "C'mon...we're just platonic. You know I love you right? I'd never do anything like that and they wouldn't either."
"I know. But fuck, you make me so crazy," he huffs and closes the distance with you. Rough hands press on your waist as he pulls you into himself. His plump lips lean down and kiss you with full force.
You let out a muffled whine and thread your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. "Seokjin-"
He shuts you up with his tongue that pushes into your mouth, licking every crevice he can find. He gives your ass a little squeeze too, before walking you backward and against the couch.
"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" You pant when you're given a breath.
"No," he says, forcing you to sit down on the soft cushions. "I'm still mad because it seems you've forgotten who your boyfriend is around here and need reminding."
"Oh, wait—" you say when he starts climbing on top of you until you have no choice but to lay on your back. "Shouldn't we deal with them first?" You flick your eyes to the door where the guys were still patiently waiting; eavesdropping more like.
Seokjin traces his thumb on the bottom of your lip with a dangerous smirk. "Well, you're the one who brought them here, didn't you? And they came for a movie, no?"
You slap his chest at his antics. "No, absolutely not. Get off me. I'll tell them to beat it myself."
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a/n: hoping this was okay? Lmk 💗
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shionancientsblog · 2 months
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Hello hello! May I order a medium coconut chocolate Frappuccino with brownies please? :> tysm in advance!!
Here is your order anon, thank you for requesting and I hope you have a nice Valentine's day ❤❤
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Let's get one thing straight: Vil loves lingerie.
Or to put it more precisely: he loves seeing you wear lingerie.
He likes the lace ones, especially if they have complex but refined patterns. Strictly in black or with purple shades, but he doesn't disdain white.
It's neutral with the ones with prints – good for you if you like them – but they have to be simple. No childish prints like teddy bears or kittens, even if they are only on the stockings he will refuse to touch you even with a finger.
He hates it when they're too revealing though.
Wearing lingerie, for him, it's a subtle game of see-not-see. The fabric should accentuate your curves, hug them and make them sensual, not show off – squeeze the skin to make it more abundant than it isn't.
It is a practice that is as crude as it is rude and that Vil does not find sensual or erotic at all.
He understands if you want to wear push-up bras – you don't need them in his opinion, but if you're insecure about your chest size he won't complain.
So, no thongs or overly skimpy bras. No underwear that leaves cracks on the nipples or on the genitals.
Garter stockings drive him crazy, because he loves seeing how it leaves marks on your thighs when he stretches them and lets them go, slapping on your skin, for fun.
All in all Vil likes it when you want to surprise him with something like lingerie, whether you're blushful about it or confident it doesn't matter, it's always a pleasure for him when you seek his attentions.
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sungbeam · 2 years
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Can I request Jungwon x reader + prompt 1 ( touch them and you're dead) , scenario:: In which like Jungwon & y/n are bestie and Sunoo tries to convince y/n that Jungwon has a crush on them. So Sunoo tries to make like Jungwon jealous to proof his theory ( which obviously works ) . Trope:: best friends to lovers? + fluff & crack
𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂
alternative title: the chronicles of a fed up sunoo
yang jungwon x gn!reader
1k words, fluff, big brain sunoo, f2l, crack/idiocy, idiots 2 luvrs
a/n: lmao i love writing sunoo as a character 🤧🤧 tysm for ur request anon !! i had so much fun writing this :D
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Sunoo was currently having a brain aneurysm. And it was all your fault. Well, yours and your dumbass best friend Yang Jungwon's. 
"—just doesn't like me like that, so I would appreciate it if—"
Yeah, he had been tuning in and out of what you were saying for awhile now. It was nothing unusual to see both you and him standing at your lockers in the Decelis Academy corridor, waiting for Jungwon to arrive. Jungwon usually had to come to school early for council meetings, so you and Sunoo gladly waited for him outside of the council meeting room, in the hallway. Better to avoid the responsibilities, but still catch wind of the gossip, as Sunoo liked to say. 
But so far, all of the drama lately had been between him and moving the stubborn boulder that was yours and Jungwon's idiots to lovers, 400k words, in real life. 
Sigh. Did he really have to do everything?
"Yn," he cut in before you rambled even more about how you thought Jungwon didn't like you back (which was a total false statement). "Darling," he lamented. 
You blinked at him, wide-eyed. He felt bad for you most days, seeing the hearts in your eyes when you saw Jungwon. Too bad you were so blinded by them that you didn't see Jungwon's heart eyes staring right back at you. "Hm?"
"Jungwon does like you—nuh-uh." He put a finger to your lips to silence your objections. "And I can prove it to you." Yeah, he had a plan. Didn't he always have a plan?
Right on cue, the door to the student council room exploded open as Heeseung and Jeongin noisily clambered out of the room, hoping to catch the last bits of this morning's rugby practice. Following them, Jake had clearly accepted his fate of not making it to today's practice as he walked side by side with Isa in a heated conversation about prom planning. (Sunoo made a mental note to get intel on whatever that was later.)
And then came the golden boy himself, President Yang Jungwon, with his hand running through his dark hair while he messed with the little council president pin on his shirt. 
Sunoo patted your shoulder, nodding toward Jungwon. "Just follow my lead." 
"Sun—"
"Wonie-ah!" Sunoo was already making his way over to Jungwon, who's head perked up like a cat's at the sound of his name. 
Oh good lord, if someone could just hear the way your heart skipped five beats at the adorable action. You were down way bad for him. 
Unfortunately, you scurried over toward the two of them to greet your best friend, despite your race car of a heart speeding away in your chest. You smiled at Jungwon, greeting him with a cheery wave, "Hi Wonie!"
Jungwon beamed at the sight of you, already moving in to give you a hug. "Ynie—!" 
But all movement stopped when Sunoo snaked between the two of you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, sweeping you right out from Jungwon's grasp. Jungwon blinked confusedly, but said nothing of it. He simply stood before the two of you with a furrowed brow and his hands awkwardly tucked into his pockets. 
You snuck a glance at Sunoo—the devil was trying so hard not to smile. His hand subtly tapped your shoulder twice; focus, Yn. Pay attention. 
"How was the meeting?" Sunoo asked innocently. 
Jungwon shook out of his daze. "Sorry—what? Oh, yeah. 's all good. Prom stuff, y'know." He shuffled awkwardly, hands itching to reach out for you. He wanted his morning hug; why wasn't he getting his morning hug?
"Ooh, prom?" Sunoo wagged his eyebrows up and down at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. Play along, Yn, damnit! 
Fine! You played along. "Didn't we just talk about going prom shopping a few minutes ago, Sunoo-yah? We can probably go this coming weekend."
His eyes lit up like gems as he let go of your shoulder to clap his hands excitedly. (Out of the corner of your eye, you spied some of the tension leaving Jungwon's shoulders.) "Yes, yes! Ahh, so exciting! You're so cute, Yn-ah." 
It almost startled you, the abrupt brush of his lips against your cheek, his finger delicately booping the tip of your nose. 
What… was he up to? —wait a minute—
"Oh, I wanted to show you something in the theater—" Sunoo reached for your hand, but it was slapped away. 
Jungwon clung to your other arm, pulling you slightly away from your other friend with what could only be described as a cat's hiss. "Touch them again, and I will end you."
You looked at Sunoo again with a silent message in your eyes. Is this actually working?
He replied in kind, "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Won." He winked at you. Yes, yes it is working.
Jungwon hid his face in the crook of your neck, shifting to hug you from behind. You blushed, gently patting his head. "Yeah? And stealing Yn from me isn't a smart move, Sunoo."
"Stealing me from you?" You mused aloud with parted lips. 
That spark of mischief returned to Sunoo's eyes as he slowly backed away. Jungwon stammered. "Uhm…" He cupped the back of his neck while you moved to face him. He admitted sheepishly, "I kind of… like you as more than a friend and…"
"You were jealous?" 
Jungwon hung his head. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I just—"
You wrapped your arms around him, his body fitting in your embrace practically perfectly. "I like you, too. More than friends." 
Jungwon's shocked gape slowly morphed into a smile of delight. He giggled under his breath, eyes narrowing into pretty, little crescent moons as he returned your hug and nuzzled his cheek into the crown of your head. 
From further down the hallway, Sunoo held a hand out to Sunghoon with a smirk. "You owe me twenty bucks."
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a/n: definitely changed the prompt a little bit but hopefully still gives the same vibe lol don't forget to reblog if u liked it ^_^
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loveephia · 1 year
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*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*
"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)
#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu
prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.
⚠ warning/s: none.
note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D
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"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.
goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!
so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.
"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"
"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.
tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.
and, hold on..
"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.
goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!
something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..
"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.
"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.
you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.
"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.
goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"
goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.
time skip.
"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"
reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."
"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"
"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.
"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.
tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"
reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."
just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.
ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..
goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"
"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.
time skip.
it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.
the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.
"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.
the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."
goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"
a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.
"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.
"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.
you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.
goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"
and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."
time skip.
you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.
it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.
he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"
"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."
you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"
"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.
is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.
this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.
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enid-rhees · 2 months
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Greetings and salutations! How are you, dear? I hope you're getting through with your depression! It truly is a horrible thing but I have faith that you'll overcome it. I too, can relate with having ADHD and depression and it's such a negative factor on my life.
If I could borrow a minute of your time, I was hoping that I could ask for a fic about Michionne paired with a Female Reader?
In this request, Michionne is having a really bad day and her girlfriend, Reader, is trying to cheer her up. She makes many foiled attempted at trying to get Michionne to even crack a smile, so as a result, she relies on one last idea: pretending to be drunk.
Reader feigns intoxication and to her surprise, Michionne revels in watching her girlfriend behave drunkenly towards others and her. In the end, the two lie in bed and cuddle, reminiscing about situations that put their group in danger.
Cheers love! I hope you overcome your depression!
cheer up! || michonne x fem!reader
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warnings: angst if u squint
a/n: tysm for your request, anon! and thank you so much for your kind words :] they mean a lot! hope you’re doing well <3
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Michonne was having a bad day. everyone could see it on her face.
you tried everything you could from the moment you noticed how upset she was. whatever you did, her straight face never turned upwards. you didn’t know what to do.
you attempted everything. making jokes about people in the group, poking her sides, kissing her neck (that usually tickled her, so she would always laugh) but nothing was working.
it upset you that you couldn’t help her cheer up. you didn’t know what she needed, and you just wanted her to be happy and laughing again.
“baaaaby,” you dragged out, pouting up at her. you grabbed her cheeks and squished them together. when you let go of her, her lips still stayed in a straight line. you huffed and turned your head away, trying to think of what else you could do.
you stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter and watched her from afar. Michonne just sat on the couch in complete silence, staring down at her hands, and occasionally looking over at the wall.
what else made Michonne laugh? or smile? these questions swarmed your head, you knew there had to be something. you weren’t going to let Michonne be upset all day long.
suddenly, it felt like a light bulb flickered on above your head. there was one thing that made Michonne laugh no matter what, and it cracked her up beyond belief.
when you’re drunk.
you could easily admit that you were a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and you could get drunk off of 3 drinks. Michonne has told you the many horror stories of what you have done while drunk, things that you still can’t remember happening. but one thing you could remember, how hard she would laugh when you were in your drunken state.
there was no alcohol in the house at the moment, which stumped you a bit. but then decided you could just fake it. in hopes that you would finally get Michonne to smile.
Michonne stood up from the couch and began to walk towards you room. you walked over to her, and then processed to stumble into her arms and putting all your weight on her. “wha- Y/N?! what the hell?” she lifted you up, but you fell into her once more. “Michonneeee!” you shouted in a drunken voice, just like how you would when you were actually drunk.
a small laugh elicited from Michonne. it was working. you let out a giggle and held onto her face. “you’re so pretty. do you have a girlfriend?”
“you-“ Michonne huffed and laughed. you broke out into a huge smile, trying to keep up your act. “yes, i have a girlfriend.” Michonne finished, unable to hide her smile now. “yeah? what is she like?”
“annoying.” Michonne emphasized, and you knew she was joking. she knew what you were doing all together. “really? wow, sounds like you gotta keep her forever.”
“stop!” Michonne laughed, unable to hold it any longer. “it worked!” you shouted, ending your whole act. “i got you to smile and laugh! that’s all i needed!” Michonne pouted and you laughed, holding her face in your hands. “i couldn’t have you be upset all day. i needed to cheer you up.” you explained softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “and i know how much you find it funny when i’m drunk. that was my last solution.”
“to fake being drunk?” Michonne asked, and you nodded. “yep.” she sighed and shook her head. “you are so…” she trailed off. “so…?” you continued, a smug smile your face. “silly. you’re silly.” she deadpanned.
“at least i made you smile.” you shrugged. you began to pull her towards your bedroom and fell back on your bed. Michonne got into bed with you, fitting herself right next to you. she hung her arm over your stomach and laid her head on your chest.
“remember when i fell in the dirt hole with the one-arm walker?” you suddenly asked, and Michonne bursted out laughing. you couldn’t help but smile, you actually made her feel a bit better. “oh my god, how can i forget? i was crying hysterically.”
it was your turn to laugh. “you were! i don’t know why you were so scared, he had one arm! he couldn’t do shit to me.” you said between laughs. both of you couldn’t stop laughing, trying to take breaths in between. “we had just started dating.” Michonne reminded you. “i was terrified of something happening to you.”
“i killed him instantly, i was just stuck in the hole.” you said, and Michonne laughed harder. “how did we even get you out?”
“Rick had to run all the way fucking back to Alexandria for a ladder. i was stuck in there for an hour and you just sat at the edge literally panicking the entire time.” Michonne hid her face in your neck while both of you continued to laugh.
you looked down at her, unable to control the lovesick smile on your face. “are you feeling better?” you asked softly. Michonne nodded and kissed the area of your neck that was in front of her lips. “good, and you know you can talk to me when you’re feeling down? you don’t have to, but if you ever need to talk. i’m here.”
“thank you.” Michonne whispered. you pressed a long kiss to her head. “i love you, Michonne.” she snuggled deeper into your touch and you wrapped your arms around her tightly. “i love you too.”
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omg??!! i loved what you did w my request!! tysm <33 i have another one hehe :)) so reader hits 1 year or so clean n her and abby celebrate?? i recently hit a month clean so i’m kinda proud of myself :D ofc no rush!! 🩷🩷
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abby anderson x fem reader.
abby has a surprise for her girlfriend's 1st year of being clean.
hii! thank you for being so sweet!! and, i'm so proud of you for being one month clean!!! you're doing grea! i know it's hard, but you can do it, i'm sure. if you need to talk 'm here!! but seriously, congrats !! <33 honestly, i kind of cried a bit while writing this cause this one is so cute, aa. i hope you like it as well! in this the reader is a year clean, but you can change it to anything !! i'm so happy for you 💐
“good morning, baby.” you heard abby whispering next to you, leaving small kisses all over your face. you groaned and smiled as you opened your eyes to find abby smiling on top of you. her hair was down and tickling your shoulders, making you shiver. “hi.” you whispered, putting your hands on abby’s hips. “i made something for you. i’ll let you get ready and then join me in the kitchen, sounds good?”
“sounds good.” she kissed your forehead before getting up and leaving the bedroom.
you stayed in bed for a few minutes, wondering why abby was in such a good mood this morning. was it your anniversary? couldn’t be. you could never forget the date you two started dating.
you got up and went to the bathroom. after washing your face, you joined abby in the kitchen. she had her back to you, wearing an apron. did she cook something? you asked yourself. is there a special date i actually forgot about?
“done.” abby said to herself before turning around. “oh, hi, babe.” she was holding a cake in her hands. you couldn’t tell what it said from where you were standing. abby put it on the table, next to two plates.
once you were next to abby, you read what was written in blue icing.
happy 1 yr clean ♡ 
“abby –” your voice cracked, almost tearing up. she put her hand around your waist and brought you closer to her. “happy one year of being clean, sweet girl.”
and that’s when tears fell down. abby held you tightly, rubbing your back. these were happy tears. you had forgotten to check how long it has been since you were clean – but abby made sure to remember the date. of course, these 365 days weren’t easy. but she was there to help when you needed help. she was there to take care of you on bad days, she was there to convince you not to hurt yourself at times. she was there. and you weren’t alone.
“i’m so proud of you, y/n.” abby said, kissing your wet cheeks. “i’m so so proud of you, baby.” she repeated. she cupped your face in her hands, kissing you on the lips as you slowly stopped crying.
when you pulled away, you looked at the cake. although the writing was a bit messy, abby made this cake for you. “i can’t believe you remembered... abby – i love you so much. thank you.” you hugged her as tight as you could. “of course, m’love. i love you so much. and i’m so proud of you. i know some days were hard, but hey,” she said pulling away, “you made it.” she kissed your forehead. “i love you s’much, my sweet girl.” you smiled and hugged her once more.
“now, how about we eat this cake before it melts?” abby suggested. you giggled and sat on a chair next to her. she started cutting the cake, giving you the first slice. you took a bite of it and realized that it was your favorite flavor. you looked up at abby who was already smiling, waiting for your reaction. “it’s so good!” you said as you finished your first bite. she laughed, “i was so scared i was gonna mess it up! i’m glad you like it, m’love.” you leaned to kiss her, leaving some frosting on her cheek.
in this moment, you were truly happy. you weren’t alone anymore. you didn’t have to face the bad days on your own. abby was here to help you, to take care of you. she was there to love you. you were happy to be there right now, with her, eating a cake she baked, looking at the messy letters on the frosting. you were happy she was there, next to you, with you. you were truly happy to be alive to live this moment.
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