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penkura · 4 days

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found you! [1/3]

Summary: Twice Penguin found you. The third time you found him.

Note: It's Penguin’s birthday. Why not make this my first post, aye? Nothing really special or to warn about this one, except references to sex, that's it. Fem!reader because that's all I know how to write, sorry. They're all adults here (pretty sure they are in the canon anyway but). Shachi and Ikkaku are in an on again off again relationship because I said so. Penguin calls the Reader by petnames to cut down on using [y/n] and the like.

I don't have the next two parts written yet, but I will be working on them this next week.

Rolling over in your bed, you pull your pillow and stick your head under it, praying you can drown out the whispered shouting of Shachi and Ikkaku, though you know it’s pretty useless when those two get riled up. It's always in the middle of the night, nearly always at 1:30am, and happens at least twice a week, always in the room you share with Ikkaku. You hear her shush Shachi again, saying you’re sleeping and to keep it down, but he argues with her that she wanted privacy while they fought spoke and this was the best place considering the others still awake through the ship.

Please, please just shut up.

They don’t, still fighting about something stupid, probably Shachi flirting with some girl in front of Ikkaku, that sounds about right you realize as you pull your pillow tighter over your head.

You’d think they’d be a bit more considerate since you’ve been sick with a cold the last few days, but unlucky for you, this is one of the best places for them to fight about their non-relationship. They think they’re so slick, that no one else knows about their hook ups and quiet dates that Ikkaku swears to you aren’t dates, but everyone on the Polar Tang can see they’re both just lying to themselves. There’s been a betting pool on when the two will just commit, Law is even taking part because he’s just as sick of this as everyone else is.

For several more minutes all you hear is hushed, angry whispering, to the point you finally sit up in your bed, wrapping your blanket around you, and going to leave.

“Oh! [Y/N], I’m so—”

“Don’t be. Just don’t have sex in my bed okay? I just washed my bedding.”

Ikkaku turns bright red and she throws her pillow at the door when you close it as you leave, making you giggle just a bit. You know better than anyone how their fights end, you don’t want to come back to your room tonight at all.

Instead, you start to make your way towards your captain’s office, knowing Law is still wide awake, probably working on a plan or just revising a medical book. Having known him nearly as long as Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi, you’re not surprised when you finally get there and knock on his door, trying to push back a cough when you hear a soft ‘come in’ and open the door.

Law barely looks up at you, giving you a slight glance with a raised eyebrow while you walk over to the couch in his office.

“Can I help you?”

“Lovers spat in my room.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose but not looking from his book. “Again?”

“Again.”

“How do they fight all the time but you and Penguin don’t?”

“Perks of having been together almost a decade. We know everything about each other and are too committed to screw it up at this point.”

As you lay down, pulling your blanket around you more, Law watches you before speaking again.

“That’s my napping spot, you human cat.”

“Shh,” glancing over your shoulder, you put a finger to your lips, before snuggling further into the couch, “I sleep. I’m still sick.”

“Then go find your boyfriend.”

“He’s still on night watch. He’ll come find me.”

Law doesn’t get another word in before you fall right to sleep, he rolls his eyes in response, turning back to his desk.

He knows Penguin will come find you, he just kind of wishes you’d keep your sickness to your own room or the infirmary.

+!+

Penguin does come looking for you once his night watch shift is over an hour later. He first goes by your shared room with Ikkaku, but the sounds he hears make him blush bright red before he quickly turns and goes towards the men’s bunks. If that’s going on in there, you’ve definitely left to sleep elsewhere. You’ve probably snuck into his bunk bed to get away from the non-couple on the ship, it makes his heart clench a bit at the through, you having to leave your room still under the weather and needing some peace an quiet.

Not like the men’s bunks are that much quieter, but at least there’s not active sex happening in there right now (at least, he hopes there isn’t). He’s already starting to unzip his boiler suit before he’s even fully in the men’s bunks, just wanting to crawl into bed with you and sleep finally, even though morning would be soon, he can at least get about four more hours before it’s time for breakfast.

Perfect plan, and tomorrow’s our day off~

Unfortunately, you aren’t even in his bed, causing his excitement to disappear and his shoulders to slump, before Penguin looks over to Clione and Hakugan nearby.

“Have either of you seen [Y/N]?”

Clione shrugs while Hakugan shakes his head, both responses making Penguin pout a bit while he slips off his boiler suit to just his tank top and boxers to sleep in.

“She’s not in her room?”

“No, well,” his face turns red again and the other two men are quick to realize that Shachi isn’t around and what that must mean, “I sure hope she isn’t…”

“Ugh, those two again?”

“Do they forget there’s a designated room for that?”

He shrugs, starting to prep his bed to bring you to it once he finds you, remembering the day Law awkwardly told everyone there was now a room only for extracurricular activities, and sex anywhere else wouldn’t be tolerated if it was found out. Sometimes people slipped and brought someone back to the wrong room, or Ikkaku and Shachi argued in your shared room and it escalated once they worked things out, like tonight. You and Penguin were at least smart enough to either use the designated room or, if you were docked on an island, rent a hotel room away from everyone else just for that night.

As soon as his bed is ready, Penguin takes off to find where you’ve gone for some peace and quiet. There’s very few places on the Polar Tang that aren’t bustling with people doing various things, whether playing cards, having animated discussions, or performing maintenance where needed. The current, most obvious places for you to sleep would be the designated room, Law’s office, or the nearly empty infirmary. He does make a stop by your room but continues on as he still hears sounds he doesn’t want to, moving quickly towards the infirmary first to see if you’d dragged yourself there. You hate sleeping in there unless it’s your only or last option, but even when he gets there and pokes his head in, Penguin doesn’t see you on one of the beds at all, only catching sight of Uni who you’d somehow given your cold to. Knowing you practically never go to the designated room, not without him at least, the only other place you could possibly be is Law’s office, so he starts to make his way towards the captain’s room.

You may not have known Law as long as Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, but the two of you have become close ever since you joined. Your home life having gone from comfortable to hell, leading you to beg the small group of Pirates that landed on your island for help ended up being the best thing to happen to you. It wasn’t Law you ended up clinging to and begging for help, not even Penguin. It was Shachi who had been checking out the island with Penguin, the two teens at the time bringing you to the small group of about seven people, Law agreeing to hear your story before he offered you to join them after you’d made known you were a decent cook and seamstress. Stereotypical hobbies for a young woman, but with how your family was, it was all you could do to make money for you and your mother at the time. You’ve since learned how to fight, martial arts and a metal baton being your choice of weapons. You’d moved from being a dual chef and seamstress to being more help in the mechanical aspects of the ship, while still working on the crews clothes when needed.

While Penguin did find you attractive as soon as he met you, it was still another two years before he said anything, eventually confessing to you with your favorite flowers in hand, his face bright red which made you grin before you kissed him as a response.

You’ve been together ever since, Penguin doesn’t think he could ever be happier than he is now.

Finding Law’s office door cracked open leads Penguin to briefly knock on the doorway before stepping in, not waiting for a response from his captain and friend.

“Hey, Cap! Have you seen—”

“On the couch.” Law nods his head back towards where you’re sleeping, not bothering to look up from his book once again.

Once he sees you, Penguin smiles just a bit before thanking Law, walking over quietly and giving you a small kiss on your temple which wakes you enough to crack open an eye, the slightest smile as you realize who just woke you.

“Hey there, pretty girl, I found you,” he gives you a soft smile before starting to help you up, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he lifts you up, “Got kicked out of your room?”

“No…I left cause they were arguing.”

“Ahh that explains it. Let’s get you to my bed then.”

You hum as a response while Penguin grabs your blanket, you briefly looking over to Law who just watches the two of you, making you smirk.

“Told you he’d find me.”

Your captain rolls his eyes before bidding you both goodnight as Penguin starts to leave and head back to the men’s bunks, you greet your other crewmates with a slight wave once you’re there. Penguin leans forward enough for you to release him and lay on his bed, scooting towards the edge to give him space to join you once he’s laid your blanket out over you again. He joins you as soon as he’s gotten enough of the others to quiet down, letting you wrap your arms around his middle while he does the sane to your shoulders, kissing your forehead and tucking your head under his chin.

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Of course~” Penguin sighs contently while you bury your face in his chest, you really do just make him so happy, “I’ll always come find you.”

“Love you, Peng.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

You’re asleep quickly, Penguin stays awake and watches you for a few moments, while more lights are shut off in the room and a few of the other men snicker over how whipped they believe their older comrade is for you. He doesn’t pay them any mind really, he just loves you enough to take care of you however you need. For a second, he looks to his nightstand and remembers the small box he picked up a few days ago, smiling to himself at the thought of finally, finally, asking you to marry him once he talks to Law about it, but that’s for another day as he starts to drift to sleep.

Definitely gonna marry you soon.

+!+

“You’re finally going to ask her??”

Penguin nods with a shy smile while Shachi and Ikkaku both grin, her letting go of his arm to give their older crewmate a tight hug.

“That’s so wonderful, Penguin! She’s definitely going to say yes!”

“You think so…?”

“Dude,” Shachi pats his friend’s shoulder roughly, making Penguin look at him, “She’s been with you for almost ten years now, right? There’s no way she’ll say no.”

Ikkaku nods in response, still grinning brightly at the thought of you and Penguin getting married at last. She’s the one that’s heard your wishes for a small wedding with him, if he ever wanted it, you were waiting for Penguin to make the move and ask. You told her you were content just dating him, but actually tying the knot had been on your mind more recently.

“She’ll for sure say yes. She’s told me how much she wants to marry you!”

That causes Penguin to blush slightly, still smiling as he scratches at his cheek before pulling the small box in his pocket out to show your two friends the ring he’d already picked out for you. Ikkaku snatches the box and opens it, swooning a little over the simple ring he'd picked out. A thin silver band with your birthstone fixed on it, exactly what you’d told her was one of your options for a ring, Penguin must’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it since Ikkaku hadn’t told him a thing about your wants. Either that or he’d seen in a magazine or maybe even asked Law about it, considering how close you were to your captain.

“When are you going to ask her?”

“Our tenth anniversary is in a few weeks,” Penguin nods while he takes the ring box back from Ikkaku, quickly slipping it back into his pocket and checking to make sure you haven’t snuck in, “So, I’m going to ask Captain if we can dock at an island then. I’ll find a place to take her to dinner and ask her after that.”

Ikkaku nearly swoons again, instead sighing dreamily and leaning on Shachi’s shoulder.

“That’s so romantic…why aren’t you like that?”

“I’m sorry, am I your boyfriend? I thought we just friends with benefits.”

“Excuse me?!”

Penguin sighs, still with a smile, as Shachi and Ikkaku start to argue. He’s beyond thankful the two of you don’t have such issues after being together so long. If you two fought like that, there’s probably no way he’d even consider marrying you, he thinks. He loves you too much to screw around with other women, to argue with you about it too. No one else compares and he’s sure some would say he’s crazy for having settled on you at just nineteen-years-old, but he doesn’t care.

“Hey, Peng~” he’s not even a little surprised at you coming up behind him, slipping your arms around his middle and making him smile as he looks over his shoulder and down at you, “What’re they arguing about now?”

“Ah…just if they’re a couple or just friends with benefits.”

“Hmm…” You watch the other allegedly lovely couple of the Heart Pirates, before shrugging. “Would be easier if they’d just settle down with each other already, yeah? Like you and me.”

He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.

Nodding, Penguin keeps the smile on his face, setting one of his hands on yours, and realizing how excited he really is to ask you to marry him in a few weeks. How glad he is that he and Shachi found you on your home island twelve years ago, and helped you convince Law to let you join. How happy it makes him to think about his long past confession and your reciprocation of his feelings.

“Yeah. Like you and me, sweetheart.”

He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.

#one piece #penguin x reader #penguin op #op penguin #op penguin x reader #x reader #reader insert #one piece x reader #its been so long since I've posted a fanfic here #I'm scared haha #fem!reader #found you!

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univvrse · 9 months

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the coven (chapter 8)

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima (still only kirishima in this chapter)

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

997 words

While you were at work, Eijiro had gotten busy back at your house, unpacking your boxes for you in your room, sorting clothes into your unused chest of drawers and wardrobe and anything that looked dirty or worn into a pile, He moved quickly, hoping to surprise you when you got back. Eijiro had always had a preference for cleanliness, having lived through the outbreak of Spanish influenza in Japan where streets fell into states of filth with no one there to clean them.

Under the clothes he found an array of notebooks, most likely diaries. He didn’t want to read them yes he did but after seeing a page of one of them while trying to organise them, he simply couldn’t resist, he sat down on your bed and began to read.

The journals spoke of your life in America, things that seemed mostly trivial, boys you liked, dreams you hoped to achieve and such. It didn’t seem insignificant; it was your life- this was the most interesting a human had ever seemed to him.

There were small segments about your parents, you didn’t seem too fond of them though he could have guessed that- there were no family photos in your room. However, you did speak fondly of your old family cat actually a lot of your diary seemed to be anent to the cat. He didn’t finish reading them, not wanting to invade your privacy too badly and then began cleaning again.

He quickly finished your bedroom; your new furniture was untouched by dust or dirt so there was nothing much to clean there. He took your sheets of your bed and took a mental note to tell you to take them to a laundromat later.

You wouldn’t need them for the next few days anyway- his boyfriends already filling his head with thoughts of what they would want to do to you that night. So many that it may occupy you for a few days at least.

He then moved on to cleaning your living room, there wasn’t a lot to be done in the rest of your small apartment, clearly you hasn’t had much that you wanted to bring with you. He finished around 6 at slumped down on your sofa. It was times like this where he wished he could just take a nap.

It felt strange to leave someone in your house alone, but Eijiro clearly didn’t mind. It was easier to get a bus than you had thought, most of the signs having an English translation.

Your first day passed slowly and uneventfully, you were excited to go back to the vampire’s house that night. You had worked in a Starbucks back home for a few years as a teenager, so you were mostly familiar with how everything worked. Most of the items on the menu were recognizable, things that were made back home with the exception of a few items, but the shop mostly sold just straight-up coffee. A nice change to the “coffee” back home which most of the time was just milk and syrup.

The coffee shop was nice, a small shop run by the owner. It had large, light wooden windows that filled all the walls of the right wall- the shade of wood almost matching to the tables and chairs. It was a quiet shop mostly with a few customers here and there- you spent most of your shift on your phone and talking to the owner- a sweet women named Evelyn who had also moved to Japan a few years prior. She offered to help you with local customs and tips to help you while you lived there. You eagerly listened.

Despite the interesting conversation you had been having, you waited in anticipation for the end of your shift and finally it came. Evelyn gave you a hug when you left- shouting to you to get home safe as you left, closing the door behind you.

The bus ride dragged even more than your shift had, tapping your foot in excitement. Finally, the bus pulled up close enough to your apartment and you began to walk your 2 blocks home.

It was beginning to get dark outside, and the sun was beginning to leave the sky. There was barely anybody about and the slight clip-clop of your shoes was the only noise that could be heard. You walked quickly home, hoping Eijiro wasn’t bored out of his mind. At last, you finally reached your building- practically running up the stairs until you reached your door. You had left it unlocked earlier, it still was, and you entered your apartment.

Eijiro was almost the way you left him- still flopped on your sofa- though the room looked slightly cleaner. Had he cleaned up in here? He didn’t move when you entered- you assumed he was asleep, he didn’t take up the whole of the sofa and so you, after quickly shoving you’re your shoes of, went at sat next to his feet.

“How was work,” he mumbled. “It was okay, kinda boring,” you didn’t want to bore him with the mundanity of your day and thus changed the subject- “you been okay here?” He opened his eyes, smiling at you; “Yeah, it’s been okay, cleaned up in here- hoped you don’t mind?” “Not at all, thank you so much actually, I’ve been meaning to get to that.” “I stripped your bed for you, sheets are somewhere in your room- would’ve taken them to a laundromat but I’m guessing it’s still kind of light outside.” “Thanks,” you smiled, “I’ll take them when I get back from your house.” For a 134-year-old vampire- he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

“Sun was setting when I was on my way home, should be dark enough for us to leave soon.” “Shall we get going then?” he sighed.

#no beta we die like men #kirishima x reader #my hero academia #vampire #vampire au #kirishima eijirou #last chapter for a while i have writer's block

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 3 months

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Garnets 05 Run For it

[Ao3] [ffnet] Full chapter in the links

It was so oddly��empty now that Riggs was gone. Lily sat on the floor, staring up at the dark ceiling as she felt the sound of the storm more than heard it from where she was. Just above the junction of the locked down lower side of the platform and the upper section where her home had been.

"Please come back," Lily spoke, aware of another movement below that was not the storm. It had her shivering and rolling to sit up with a thick swallow. She had hoped staying near this spot would help keep 'mom' calm and asleep until the last minute.

It had been an hour since the Slayer had left with Riggs and the last of the supplies from the Platform. Lily had said she should be the very last to leave, but she almost wished she still had her bed and blankets.

Lily yawned, looking down at the granola bar near her with a water bottle and the medicine dispenser. She wanted to eat, knew she should eat something, but just did not want to. Lily opened the bar anyway, so there was something for her to eat.

She had skipped her normal meal time. Was up later than she was used to, and just could not nap.

Twelve hours. It took months for her family to get settled here originally. A good few months to set things up to try and be self-sufficient after the end of the world and just twelve hours for everything to be broken down and moved through an unknown portal.

Lily picked at the legging she had on, the long sleeves were nice now that the heaters were on a lower setting. She was tempted to pull her shoes off again, but she kept them firmly on. They were the best she had for running or just moving on the surface decking.

Irrationally, Lily wanted to hold one of her three cats. Then she hoped if she was left here, that the Slayer would be nice to her cats. All three were very socialized and imprinted on people. The tan tabby, Dani, would need a lot of attention, and not just from her sisters.

"Please don't leave me," Lily said, hiding her face in her hands, not sure who she was talking to. As she could hear whatever her mother was changing into below moving again. It was quiet after a slither-like vibration, making Lily wonder how big her mother had gotten. She was starting to regret coming down this far, maybe she should have stayed in the kitchen.

Was what was left of her father back to feeding her the other possessed? Was he able to understand something to distract her?

A chime had Lily looking up, almost surprised that the supple lift did in fact open to let out the armor form. The Slayer scanned the old offices before spotting Lily sitting on the floor and heading over. It was odd how at first there was almost no sound before he seemed to let a few steps become heavier.

Lily sat up, that part that the Slayer had given her falling from her lap as she made a motion for him to stop.

The Slayer froze as he heard and felt the floor under them creak and something below gave a low, long hiss.

Lily picked up the part, water bottle and mask. Moving quietly to the massive man. "That's… mom."

The Slayer was standing very still, almost as if he was not a living thing for another good six seconds before a big hand reached out. His right hovering near the large rifle on his leg, while pulling Lily to him.

He glanced between the lift and the stairs, debating on what to take.

Lily motioned to the lift, speaking but her voice lower than her normal. Making sure the mask was pulled tight to stay on her lower face. "That's a normal sound here."

The Slayer gave a deep snort, but he did nod. It was incredibly tempting to just keep going down, to face whatever was there. Yet if Vega was right about the mass, although he would survive, Lily would not last in the crossfire.

It was incredibly hard to rain in his own self control (more than he wanted to admit) as The Slayer stood back in the lift. Letting the girl touch the upper level button. The lift gave a happy chime, then a second after the doors opened.

"Wut?" Lily could not help blurt out, voicing the moment of confusion for both of them as the lift dropped. Lily turned pale as she looked up with wide eyes. Had things unlocked with Riggs being gone? "This isn't supposed to happen, the lower levels are all looked down-"

The Slayer leaned forward, hooking his arm around the smaller human and pushing her behind him in a single smooth motion as the lift stopped with a chime. He was aware of Lily needing to grab his armor and right leg to stay up right as the doors opened.

It was seemingly pure reflex to reach out and snap the neck of the possessed that was lingering by the door. Before it could make any sort of sound. It was more than possible the thing had run into the call button down here.

He heard Lily suck in her breath at the same time as the now not so muffled movement of something large was heard. The Slayer crouched, his rifle up in hand as he used his own bulk to shield the girl-

He froze.

#doom slayer #doomguy #doom fanfiction #doom eternal #omie's writing #garnets story #doomdad

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effielumiere · 1 year

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I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 688 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware, momentarily forgot when he tried to kiss her. TRIED. SPOILER). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they also kinda reflect Yoongi's thoughts during those moments. UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

A/N: Thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series.

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed at the board making a few people around glare at me. I walked towards the information desk where they rescheduled my flight to the following week if weather conditions at home got better in the next two days. Once that was settled, I hurriedly ran out of the airport with my hand carry and backpack, and hailed a cab back to my hotel to book a room for another two days, instead of going back to my cousin's house. As I laid on the bed, relishing the cold air of the air conditioner when I decided to take a shower and change clothes before taking an afternoon cat nap. Rummaging through my backpack for something to wear when my book fell out of my bag. Picking it up, I examine the cover and flip the pages with my thumb, stopping at a page I bookmarked with a random receipt that had scribbles. Reading what I wrote.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

I stare at the words I wrote for a good second before I finally remember what it was about and who was Suga. I got up leaving the book on the bed as I went to the bathroom to shower, music playing loudly on my phone that I carried with me.

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"That cannot be today!" I scoff as I reach for my phone and see that it was already 2:45pm making me gasp dropping the phone on the sink as I duck my head back under the shower head trying to hurriedly finish rinsing, "You fucking irresponsible idiot!" I yell, scolding myself as I rubbed shampoo off of my stinging eyes.

Getting on a cab, I give the driver directions telling him to floor it as I silently pray I don't start smelling like sweat by the time i got to my destination fanning myself with the map of California that I had first bought when I arrived earlier in the summer. We were near the pier when the traffic started, the street looked like a damned parking lot. I looked outside the window wondering if I could make it if I either walk fast or run.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It gets worse to be honest with you," the old man says "The pier is just over there you see?" he points a shaky finger at the ferris wheel "You could just run to get there or walk, I just hope your date doesn't mind if you start smelling like the ocean and sweat combined," he kindly smiles.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

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The Companion 3

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a roller coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Fluff. Bit of pandemic talk. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 2k

A/N: We're back to Y/N's pov. I was supposed to post this on Sunday but I fell asleep too early, my sleep cycle is fcked because of insomnia.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be a hybrid!Jimin fanfic. 👀.... I can turn it into that we still got time i guess.. lemme know what you think, comment down beloowww. Search author_effie on the birdapp.

Sorry it's pretty short. Enjoyyyy

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I stare at the empty lobby of Hybe waiting as per the instruction of Jimin. It's been two weeks since the trip to the grocery and the last time I saw Jimin, and within that time Jimin and I settled for phone calls and when he had the time, video calls usually before midnight. But little did he know I slept past 3am due to the what seemed to be never ending jetlag.

"Ms. Y/N?" I heard a voice call my name, looking up I see the receptionist bowing. I bow back as I greet her "Good morning,"

"This way please," she says as she leads me to a door guarded by security. She reaches over to the guard who hands her an ID with a black lanyard that she hands to me. It had my picture from my resume and my name in English under the Korean characters, along with my job title, Executive Secretary. If they only knew...

Before entering the elevator, she teaches me how to use the biometrics system to clock in whenever I arrive and to enter the code I'll receive from Jimin. The ride up the elevator was silent and quick, as soon as we arrived at our designated floor she leads me towards another door that had another security guard waiting outside.

"She's Park Jimin's personal assistant," she informs them as they nod and open the door for me. I say my thanks and walk in as quietly as I can. The room was filled thumping, squeaking and loud music playing on the speakers of an English song I didn't recognize, but the voices I definitely recognized. Eyes gazing around the large, somewhat dark room that looked a basketball court inside the building I find seven men singing and dancing to a new song. Their manager walks up to me and greets me with a smile, hand extended to shake my hand.

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Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 3 - Miss Right in her Converse High

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Namjoon stares at me as if I've lost my mind, he's not wrong. It's been years since I've lost my mind, I just keep growing more and more insane.

"What makes you say that hyung?"

>Converse converse i really hate a converse<

"She still wears those god damned shoes," I grunt as I close the car door too hard making Jungkook who was sitting in the back with Hobi whining and complaining about how I shut the door to hard. Namjoon chuckles as he gently closes the passenger door and walks up next to me, "You've been saying that for years, hyung. Fuck, you even wrote a great track out of it."

"I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or if she's just fucking clueless that it's about her," I huff as I watch her run towards an ice cream truck, "It's literally me telling her to wear something aside from those damn shoes, she'd look in something else,"

>On your gorgeous appearance, black sheer tights and stilettos will be good

Yeah, they’ll be too good to be true

But, what will suit you even better are Jordan numbers

Together with your body, it turns me on even more<

"So you did say in the song," Namjoon agrees "Maybe she thinks its just another song of ours,"

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Girl of My Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst (squint in tiny), Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warnings: Underage reader (first few chapters). Lyrics in the chapters are not in order. Mentioned lyrics are not just Yoongi's parts. Warnings will be mentioned per chapter.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Disclaimer: Quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol. Not all songs will be included just the ones that will tug on your heartstrings😏😇

*thank you doolsetbangtan and other blogs that I will mention per chapter that translated and explained all BTS songs*

Girl of My Dreams

Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Miss Right in her Converse High

I NEED U / RUN

DNA / Pied Piper

FAKE LOVE

Trivia: Seesaw

Pluto and the Truth Untold

Make it Right

Boy with Luv / HOME

Savage Love / Telepathy

My Universe

Girl of My Dreams - Finale

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My #1 post of 2022

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (?). Age gap.

Warning(s): Sentences in italics are English words translated to Korean (that sounded confusing but I said what I said). Cursing. Underage reader at one point (Yoongi didn't know and tried to ask her out)... Spoiler lol. Mentions of MC being tipsy. A bit of angst at the end. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: The summary was really the idea or the question that came to mind, though we all know that Yoongi is undeniably a genius in any topic you throw at him, his idea of love is always what gets me. And his part in Girl of My Dreams sparked my thoughts - he's a hopeless romantic. Other might think he's very serious and cold but I think he's very romantic and sweet, even at times clingy. For now here's my idea on how it would be if he had a muse - which one day, of course, will happen when he gets married to his s/o and have kids they would be the lucky ones because they're his muses in life.

Enjoy this one!!!

P.S: this is my 2nd fanfic for BTS lol and I became an Army during the Dynamite era (though I knew them since I saw For You and Idol). sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. Do feel free to correct me but please remember that this is a fanfic, some stuff are meant to be different!! 😅💜

Please don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback. Please don't be a silent reader🥺! My ask box is also open as well as my permanent taglist if you wanna get tagged for future stories. There are probably more parts after this, just ask if you wanna be added to the taglist ;)

aaand... Happy, Happy Birthday to the best of the best, our one and only Min Yoongi (lil meow meow). We love you. Stay healthy💜 Borahaeeeeee

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"Y/n?" I call to her and she hums in question looking up from her book.

"Do you think I would sound cool if I sing?" ask her twirling my ballpen in my fingers, I stopped myself from murdering the button to click it open and close repeatedly out of being nervous.

Her pouty lips curl inwards to stop herself from laughing and she shut her eyes as she removes her glasses.

"Be honest, please," I beg with a smile already knowing the answer but I wanted to hear her voice she's been quiet ever since she sat on the couch in my studio and hid behind the pages of her book, a romance novel. All I could hear when I put my headphones away were the quiet humming of the air conditioner and humidifier, and her flipping pages on her book.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like Jin hyung or Jimin, or Taehyung or even Jungkook," I explained "Even Namjoon and Hoseok sound good when they're singing," she snort laughs and starts giggling hiding her face in between the book, "I can carry a tune, I'm a rapper, I can sing just not as amazing as the vocal line!" I exclaim and she guffawed "Ya~! I'm serious!" I tease her though she knows I'm not serious.

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Atlas Log 3

Day 3: At a friends house in Litchfield, Connecticut, 16/7/23

05:30

I woke up slightly earlier than I was supposed to. This is fine because I had nothing better do to at this hour. I was supposed to wake up at 06:00 but 05:30 works too. It is currently raining and cool. I wish the weather back home was this cool when it rained instead of being hot and humid the entire time. It is nice being somewhere new if I’m being honest. The breeze that I felt yesterday was relaxing to say the least. Yesterday, after we arrived, not much of note happened besides the fact that we went to Mt. Tom, a local national park. It was pretty amazing to look at. The scenery was fresh and green. A sight for sore eyes to say the least. I didn’t go swimming because I didn’t feel like getting wet with cold, frigid ice water at that time. I was also busy listening to music instead. I watched life go by while listening to music. An utterly surreal moment if I’m being honest. We then went back home and the parents made dinner. My friend took me to get ice cream and then I took a nap on the couch. That probably was a mistake because I had trouble sleeping the entire night. But that is why I woke up at 05:30 this morning so easily without a fight or by laying in bed for an excessive amount of time. Our plans for today consist mainly (or should I say Maine-ly) of driving. Other than that, we have no other plans of noteworthiness. I will update the journal later.

15:20

Well, it’s time to relax. After a stressful day of moving all of our things into the house, we’re finally resting and enjoying the house. Well…enjoying may be a strong word for some of us. The room I’m currently occupying is…interesting to say the least. The unpacking was really stressful. Lots of yelling and shouting to say the least. We arrived after quite a while of driving but we made it. Our cats are hiding under the bed and I feel bad for them. They’re in a new environment and seeing a dog that they do not particularly like. They are definitely stressed. I know this to be true considering that one of them peed in their cat carrier and the other one was meowing the entire time. But they will have time to get used to it in the month that we’re going to be here for. I will update the log when something happens.

20:45

It is nighttime finally. I get my own room and get my own bed. It’s not much but it’s comfortable and that’s all that matters to me at the moment. A nice comfy bed that won’t roll on the ground and that isn’t a car seat. It feels nice to just be able to lay in bed and watch stupid YouTubers screaming at their computers. It feels like home. Sure, the wallpaper is abhorrent and the sliding doors into the sunroom are huge and very clear, but it’s livable. My parents seem happy about being able to sit back and relax, not having to work to set their new house up. Honestly, the stress of moving probably got to them more than I would like to admit but it got to me as well. I think this house can be livable and I might even learn to love it. We had a delicious dinner made by my grandmother. It was a seafood chowder made from Maine seafood. It was pretty good. She also got these biscuits from the store that tasted so good. I missed her cooking. I admit it is pretty good home cooked food. I will write more soon.

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wooddragon · 2 years

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The place where it began

I don’t know why I remember the couch. I was reading The Thirteenth Tale. I was reading a lot those days — at least trying to. The split-open book felt sticky against my sweaty chest. Naps came easily during school breaks. But arguably the best thing beside sleeping was getting to experience the house in the middle of the day, alone. These were magical times.

Afternoon cast a calming brightness to the whole place. And by place I’m talking about the house, yes, but also the screen door that looked out into the empty lot which had grown wild. Time had transformed it into a jungle. Something that I could look into but I felt pulsated with its own life, it must have been watching me. Watching me doze from the afternoon heat, not accustomed to life at that hour. Watching me awake, dazed and pleased by the light breeze.

I wish I could go back to those times, just as I wish I could conjure the words that allowed me to write stories back then.

You see, I’ve died some. Maybe I read to hard, wanted too hard, too much, too often, too loud, too big so big I exploded into bits of dust that settled on other people’s floors for them to do what they would — leave me for months untouched or sweep me up as they do every week.

I’m lost, you see.

And it’s a wonder I’ve gone this long smiling and doing. I’ve come very far, which goes to show zombies do exist.

But the life is coming back to me. At least it is beckoning. And I hate it. Because it is arriving with no answers, just itches. Yearnings that I can’t articulate, like a child that has not yet learned to form words. I fear someone asking me, point blank, What do you want? Because then I would grunt and groan from frustration. Is that an acceptable answer. I worry mentors will push me, telling me I already know, that there is always an answer. If that is the case, then why can’t I know it and speak it. It must be hiding.

How do you listen?

You see I’m tired. So maybe listening comes more easily with rest. But sleeping seems like a delay tactic.

Oh God. I’ve lost track of the question. Did I ever pose one to begin with?

Maybe it’s the obvious question. What do I want to do after the fellowship? Whom do I want to be with? Where do I want to be? In whose company would I find rest and recovery and clarity? How would I love to spend my time?

Here’s a stab: I want to nurture my creativity and my imagination. I want to kiss my partner every morning and every night. I want to drink wine and eat cheese and meat with my brother in his apartment looking over Seattle. I want to write stories and teach dance. I want to listen to music and move and walk under a sun that kisses me unconditionally when I choose to lay down a blanket. I want to laugh with friends over a pot of stew I made. I want to feel my body upright and well with a calm energy.

Maybe I don’t want to be a journalist after all. Or maybe I do but I need to break. Maybe I need to be a poet first. I need to be an artist. I need crayons and water colors. I need my cats to roam on a patio.

I want to have writing teachers and meditation teachers and gongfu teachers.

I heard this story once about a girl who grew teeth like a dragon’s. She developed the ability to breathe fire through her nose but never did that because she was too busy walking the earth and using her mouth to talk. She indeed was a dragon but ate plants. In the fall she munched on kabocha and hubbard squashes and sweet potatoes — her favorite. And in the winter, she often slept for 10 hours a day on a bed that could hold her whole body. It was a trundle that stretched along the river. The weather was warm and she was happy. Then one day, an opportunity to eat squash in New England brought her to Boston. She sampled what she could but realized very quickly that the squashes tasted similar to what she had on the other side of the country. And a big realization was that she could only eat so many squash. Her belly full, she sat at the edge of the Charles River. She had promised her hosts that she would stay until the end of the year but she was tired. Too tired to make a decision so she just stayed and stayed so more. Days went by, then weeks. And before she knew it she had stayed months. Still tired, she wondered whether she ought to stay. She had a room to sleep in and some of her favorite items. But something didn’t quite sit right with her. The idea of staying another year seemed nice if she had the means to buy more clothes, take more classes, go to more museums, more more more. It was a nice idea but she needed to retreat to a place that also took care of her. Not a place that only asked her to give and in exchange gave her nice things to look at. Boston didn’t take care of her; it entertained her.

The idea of leaving caused a fear — fear of missing out — to immediately descend. Well, what exactly did she have yet to do in this place? Winter was coming so leaving the house would be difficult and uncomfortable. What is there left to do, Dragon?

Not much, she said, now that I really think about it. I really like the poetry book store so I suppose I’ll go there as much as I can. And there are a couple of poetry readings. Oh, and the Public Garden has become one of the nicest places to walk. So has the Harvard Arboretum, if it wasn’t so far. Oh and the zen meditation center in Cambridge. Going there would be nice, but not necessary.

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where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

#askK #fluffy lub #recovering bucky #found family #avengers 2012 #this is one of a million i have of these #i rarely share like...canon-ish thoughts because i assume people are going to tear them to pieces lol #but i've been sitting on this one for a while #my tense might be way outta wack here lol my bad #tower of god

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mariesdeluluworld · 2 years

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧: 𝙐𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙, & 𝘼𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙

Rain pelted against the windowpane of Malfoy Manor. A soft lull of the wind blew against the hundred-year sturdy walls. While the occupants slept soundly in their beds, a lone candle burned brightly in the library of the manor. Curled up in a winged-back chair, with her legs tucked under her, was a girl with silver eyes, (h/c) hair tucked behind her ears, and soft skin that warmed beneath the candle flame. The silver-eyed little girl bit her bottom lip softly as she turned the page of a scrapbook. Her eyes studied the moving pictures, almost as if she was memorising the figures' movement. As she turned the next page, she smiled softly. A picture of her father and her when she was very small.

Her father, Sirius Black, was a figure in her life that she barely knew. She was too young to really remember him before he was imprisoned. Too young to understand what was going on. Too young to remember. From what she could gather, through scraps of memories, she knew he smelt like leather, tobacco, motor oil, and firewhiskey. She knew he had the same silver eyes as her—eyes that were hard until they landed on her. The silver melted and became kind, warm, and soft. She remembered he liked to kiss her forehead.

The little girl didn’t know what he sounded like. She didn’t know if he called her affectionate nicknames. All she knew was one day, after putting her into bed at the small apartment they shared, after kissing her forehead, he left and never came back. He didn’t come back for her.

Men and a woman in weird robes carrying sticks came into her room, their gazes landing on her small figure. She remembered crying and holding onto her stuffed animal of a dog, Paddy. After the weird people took her away, she stayed with an old woman in green robes and had a tabby cat that slept with her when she napped. After a few days of staying with the old woman and her cat, the same people came and took her away. The next thing she knew was being dropped off at Malfoy Manor, into the arms of her father’s cousin and her husband. And ever since, she’s lived in their home, under their care and supervision. They were her guardians now.

Though she did love her cousin, Draco, she sometimes wished she could leave the lonely and cold walls of the Manor. She wanted to be scooped up into warm arms and held close. To be kissed and hugged, to spend time in the sun.

Draco’s parents weren’t warm, not like the parents she’s seen in the Wizarding and Muggle world. And at times, when she couldn’t sleep, she wondered. Was her father warm with her? If he was here right now, would he be warm and hold her close? Would tell her goodnight and warn off the nightmares? Would he come running if he heard her screaming instead of telling the house-elves to place silencing spells in her room so she didn’t disturb Draco or his parents?

She had questions. Questions that never would have answers.

Her father was a murderer. It was because of him that led to the murders of the Boy Who Lived’s parents. He murdered twelve muggles and the war hero Peter Pettigrew. He was in Azkaban and she was stuck in the dark house. Alone.

She didn’t know when tears started flowing from her silver pools, but they fell from her cheeks into the scrapbook. Onto the picture of her and her father, smiling at the camera as he held her in his arms, his eyes bright with laughter and love.

Underneath the photo, written in sloppy script, was:

Me and my little girl, April 1981.

~~~

“(Y/n)?” Someone was shaking her. She groaned, opening her eyes. Sunlight streamed into the library. The sound of birds tweeting and the smell of last night's rainstorm hung in the air. (Y/n) sighed and looked at her cousin. Draco wore a smirk on his face, and she noticed he’d already slicked back his hair with Otists' Hair Solution-Gel .

“You slept here?” Draco sneered at the chair she was sitting on. “Why’d you do that? Is the bed not comfortable enough for you? I’ll tell mother—I’m sure we can get you a new mattress that’ll suit you.”

(Y/n) shook her head, sitting up, stretching her arms over her head.

“No, my bed’s fine, Draco. I just fell asleep after reading, that’s all.” Draco sniffed at her explanation. His own grey eyes—the same colour as hers—narrowed before he shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright. If you say so.” Standing up from the chair, (Y/n) walked over to the library’s doors. “I’ll let mother know you’ll be down for breakfast in a few.” He sauntered off, leaving her in his invisible dust as he made his way to the dining room. (Y/n) yawned, trying to wake herself up, as she walked into her bedroom. The light blue walls greeted her, and she smiled softly at the french doors of her balcony.

Draco’s distinctive voice reached her ears when she walked down the stairs heading towards the dining room. As she grew near, she could hear him speaking about the newest Nimbus broom they recently released to the public. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Draco was obsessed with all things relating to Quidditch. Though (Y/n) never quite enjoyed the game, she did like flying. It was one of the few times she felt free. As if she could fly into the blue sky and bask in the rays of the sun warming her skin. It was when her soul felt light as a feather—no longer tied down to the weight of the world. She was free.

“Morning (Y/n), sleep well?” The voice of Narcissa interrupted (Y/n)’s train of thought. Blinking away the last remnants of her inner thoughts, she smiled and nodded her head at the blonde-haired witch.

“Good morning Aunt Cissa, and yes, I did. Until a blond goblin woke me up,” she snapped her head towards Draco, glaring at him. The blond vampire just snickered, shooting her smirk. In retaliation, she hissed at him.

Laughing, Draco rolled his eyes and (Y/n) went over to the vacant chair next to him.

“Prat,”

“Lazy witch,”

“Children,”

Together, Draco and (Y/n) shot apologetic glances to Narcissa. She raised a perfectly shaped blonde brow and had a gleam of mischief in her sapphire blue eyes. Narcissa was beautiful. Anyone had to admit that.

She was pale as a marble statue, always had perfect hair and posture, wore clothes deemed suitable for her station in Wizarding society. But she was beyond terrifying when angered. If Draco and (Y/n) feared Lucius’s punishments, Narcissa was a whole other battlefield. Like the mascot of her house, she was silent and quick as a snake. She always found the perfect moment to strike, and when she did, her strike was hard and true, sinking her fangs into your helpless skin, forcing the venom on her sharp fangs into your veins, paralysing you.

Yes, Narcissa Malfoy scared her.

As (Y/n) placed a waffle on her plate and spooned some berries onto the cooked batter, Narcissa cleared her throat.

“Draco, (Y/n), since you two have received your letters of acceptance from Hogwarts, today we're headed to Diagon Alley to pick up your supplies.” Draco would have shot up from his chair sprung up in the air like a monkey if his mother’s stern eyes weren’t on his person, daring him to lose his cool.

“And after, we’re going to be hosting the Parkinsons over for dinner,” At that Draco audibly groaned. (Y/n) patted his back sympathetically. She knew how troublesome and loony Pansy would get at times.

The loony girl was somehow convinced that she and Draco were to be married. When they were little, Pansy would always want to play wedding, which involved trying to kiss Draco—who in turn ran around the Manor screaming his little head off while (Y/n) and Theo watched on, confusion and annoyance in their eyes, before they continued speaking about the book they were reading.

“Must she come, Mum?” Draco asked, a whine in his voice. It was a good thing Lucius wasn’t present. He would’ve scolded Draco about it, claiming that Malfoy Men don’t whine like pathetic little simpletons, and Narcissa would snicker into her wineglass, while he gave her a glare. It seemed to be a private joke between them.

“Yes, dear. She is a part of their family. It would be quite rude to exclude her from the invite.” Draco sighed pathetically before nodding in defeat.

His grey eyes snapped to (Y/n).

“You better not abandon me like last time.”

(Y/n) smirked and laughed. “Why not? Last time, the outcome was hilarious. In fact, I want it to happen again.”

“(Y/n)!!”

~~~~

(Y/n) had only been to Diagon Alley a handful of times, but each time, it always made her buzzing with excitement and nervousness.

After being taken in by the Malfoy’s, the Daily Prophet made a whole ordeal about it; praising her cousin’s parents about how generous and gracious and how compassionate they were to take in a felon's abandoned daughter. Saints, they called them. All while they released story after story about their generosity and the story of her father’s imprisonment. When she was in public with Lucius and Narcissa, many witches and wizards would stare and point and whisper, talking all about the mass murderer Sirius Black and his daughter.

For a while, strangers would send her birthday letters wishing her a ‘Happy Birthday’ before saying how lucky she was to be raised in the Malfoy’s home and how she should be careful to not end up following in her father's footsteps.

It hurt. To only be reminded of her father's faults. Never his achievements or greatness. Just his crimes. Unwanted. Unloved. Fatherless. Abandoned. Neglected. Words to describe her and her relationship with her estranged father.

She assumed everyone in the Wizarding World—except muggle-borns–er, mudbloods—knew about her father and her. It was probably the reason Mr. Olivander never truly looked into her eyes—probably didn’t want to look in the eyes of the daughter of a mass murderer and supporter of You–Know–Who. He looked as if (Y/n) was You–Know–Who himself. It was the reason why she hid in the stacks of Flourish and Blotts, their last stop in Diagon Alley.

(Y/n) tucked herself into the bookshelves themselves, trying to find the titles she needed for Hogwarts before finding a few volumes to read for pleasure. Sliding down to the hardwood floors, (Y/n) tucked herself into a book about dragons and their cousins' wyverns.

Losing herself in the book of mythological creatures, she hardly noticed the figure coming closer and closer to her and her foot until she felt a thump against the shoe and the figure fell to the floor. She gasped at the sight. Books were scattered, and a boy, with shaggy black hair, was sprawled on the floor. Sprouting like a flower up from the ground, (Y/n) sprung into action.

“Oh, Merlin! I’m so sorry!” She apologised whilst picking up the pile of books. “I didn’t see you and I—well, I was reading a-a-and I was so lost in the story I sort of forgot where I was and—oh I’m so, so sorry.” She stacked the books into a pile while the boy groaned and rubbed his head, scrunching his messy black hair.

“Again, I’m so sorry. I thought I was out of the way, truly I did! I feel so terrible that I tripped you. Oh! Your glasses, right?” She scrambled over to where the boy’s glasses fell while he rubbed his chin. “Here you are, all fixed!” She placed—shoved, really—his glasses into the boy’s hands and smiled when he placed the frames back on his face.

Silver met Green.

All the colour drained from (Y/n)’s face, turning it into a pale complexion. She looked ghostly. Her eyes took in the appearance of the boy before her. Messy black hair, porcelain skin, black shorts that reached his knobbly knees, and a striped shirt with black suspenders holding up the shorts. But what she recognized most of all was the scar spanning down from his forehead, across his left eyebrow, down his temple, and stopped when it reached the top of his cheek. It was gruesome. It scared her. She knew him.

Before her stood the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. The boy who saved the Wizarding World from He–Who–Must–Not–Be–Named. And her father had helped in the murder of his parents, sold them to his Dark Lord.

He must hate her. No. Despise her.

(Y/n) felt the surrounding room become small. She never had enough breath, no matter how hard she tried to compensate for the shortness of it in her lungs. She bet she had a sheet of sweat glistening on her skin as well.

Her hands shook at her side, and she unconsciously took her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking it and biting it hard. It drew blood. The tangy metallic taste flooded her taste buds.

“I—I—I,” She tore her eyes away from the boy, focusing on her Mary-Jane shoes as if she found those more interesting than him. (Y/n) didn’t know what to say or how to get out of this without running from him and causing a scene. Oh, the Prophet would love this. She could picture the headlines. Daughter of Mass Murderer Sirius Black meets The Boy Who Lived and a sparring match accrued between them in the stacks of Flourish & Blotts.

As if the forgotten gods heard her, Draco’s voice travelled up the stairs.

“(Y/n!) let's go!” (Y/n) turned her head towards the spiral staircase before looking back to the green-eyed monster before her. She whimpered before taking a deep breath.

“Again, I’m sorry. I…” She shook her head before striding to the staircase, leaving the victim of her father's crimes to glare at the place where she once stood, stuttering and whimpering. Pathetic.

Draco stood with Lucius, who was paying for their books when she remembered the dragon and wyvern book she’d abandoned.

“Ready?” Draco asked, smiling. He managed to convince Narcissa and Lucius to buy them both brooms—even though (Y/n) told him that first years couldn’t bring a broom or join the Quidditch team, Draco ignored her and was able to get the both of them the new Nimbus 2000s. They had plans to fly them after dinner with the Parkinsons, but seeing him had soured her stomach and day.

Did he recognize her? Did he know who she was? If he didn’t, he would. She was just as famous as him, but for a completely different reason. And when he found out about her father, he would hate her and they would be rivals. It was inevitable.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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We can get like a/b/o part 2?? Pretty please bubby 🥺

LEMME SEE WHAT COULD BE DONE FOR UU TILL THEN HAVE THIS LIL WOLFIE H BLURB I WROTE ALONSIDE THE COMPANY OF BITCHY CRAMPS

Harry’s head bobs at the deviating aura of Harry's surrounding, shedding from the lucid perfectness of quite to the homey whimsicalness due to the presence of his bubbles in his house.

His already warm ears perking up tuning into the chirpy chattering taking place downstairs at her arrival as his pack greets her with hugs, though he gets fussy over their blarney because he doesn’t want his human to be littered in anyone’s scent except his.

He’s a jealous poor thing.

He chuckles amused when Niall grunts down at Y/N's cat and she hisses back galloping away from Y/N's arms how much she tries to keep her in place, yeah ... a cat around many wolves isn’t one of the greatest idea but for Y/N, Harry had to make amends with Ozymandias.

An almighty name for a kitten who’s extra clingy and clever to get you to pet her.

He flops onto the neatly pleated duvet on his bed, leaning into the heels of his palm to wait for her and his brows stickers into confusion then they sink down in realization upon sniffing the scent that's getting closer and closer to him.

It’s like when puppies are born but less daunting; the aroma that confesses his tender assisduousness will be needed that he has to be extra caring with his lovie.

“Hi.” Harry’s eyes gleams when she pops up infront of him tuckered out, skin pale, eyes watery and hair messy with her hoodie squeezed around her small head.

“Hi poor lug.” Harry sighs breathily with a pout arms instinctively looping lazily around her waist to pull her down on his lap, she straddles his thighs in order to squish herself closer to him hiding her face into his woody smelling crook of neck.

“Missed youuuu.” She groans dragging her nose in gentle strokes to the side of his throat, eyelids closed feeling herself divulge into his warmth as if dipping her toesies into a carnelian bubbling bathtub, “Heyyyyy who’s the puppy here??” His whines muffled from peppering mellow kisses to her temple patting her bum to get her attention getting a disgruntled response in return.

“I know bubbles, I know -- moon-phases sucks.” He coos sweeping her hoodie down to feel her hair against his palm, “What?” She murmurs and he gives her a sheepish smile.

“Wolfie language.” He pecks her cheek when she giggles softly and Harry tipples off into the mattress dramatically when she smashes her face into his chest whimpering when another cramp hits her in bottom.

Harry shakes his head and tries to wiggle her off to bring her something to relax, “Don’t gooo,” She pouts wrapping herself around him like a spider web, a burrito bread where Harry’s a tall chicken tender.

He cackles loudly at which she smiles, when she crooned sweetly, “You sooo toasty.” Harry runs his hands up and down her arm not liking the way she’s all brumal.

“Not goin’ anywhere baby just bringin’ y'a heating pad.” He lays her on her side and suckles in his plushy lip to stop himself from cracking a silly joke when she blinked up at him owlishly, “How d'you know that ‘m on periods?” Harry glances down at her comically while fetching the pad from his nightstand.

“We could sniff onto satan sacrificial waterfalls from miles away.” She laughs boisterously at his gelastic statement shrinking into a shrimp next moment when her cramps starts getting more painful, “Are y'okay?” Harry asks worrisome immediately scooting back to her reach and rubs her tummy in soothing circles in effort to do anything possible to get her comfy and in unknotted position.

“It feels like a fat man’s sitting on my uterus.” She huffs and Harry fawns at her coodling her against his chest, sandwiching the heating pad in between his bicep and her tummy.

“How ‘bout we take a nap then binge eat ‘cos the fridge’s loaded with goodies Rikoo baked today, hmm?” He nudges her socksied feet with his own socksied feet tangling them from ankles then gradually sliding his thigh between hers to give her something to squeeze on.

“Sounds good ‘cos you’re really warm ...,” She yawns knuckling at her eyes, “Can you shimmy the curtains away there’s a lil dreamwork of silvers outside -- wanna see your wolfy ears.” How’s she has mastered an art to makes him this shy and giddy with these little innocent requests!? He’s very whipped for this clumsy, teensy and adorably sleepy human.

“Your wish me command.” When he’s exposed to the twinkling light there are two floppy cute ears buried into his tufts the soft fur on them matching the colour of his chocolate brown curls and his body gets warmer with his body getting slight furry.

“Can’t believe I get to have such a cutie boyfriend.” Y/N grins sleepily scratching under his ear and he gives out the softest yet most appealing purr against Y/N's cheek that's getting balmy from attaining his heat.

“Bubbles...” Harry scolds her locking his elbows around her neck to keep her head in one place and to stop her from squirming, “Y’need to rest baby.” Shakes his head in defeat when she still manages to pop herself out from his grip.

“Promise me that the ears will be still there when I wake up.” She quips and Harry strokes her cheek with the back of his knuckles and smacks couple kisses at her lips giggling when she tries to have the sensation for longer.

“Promise.” When she gives him an unsatisfied whine he hooks his pinky with hers and brings it to his mouth pretending to kiss it but instead nips at her soft flesh with a wolfish growl making her squeal and fall into spurts of giggles.

She’s grateful that with every hard day she gets to experience how caring and loving Harry is.

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years

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Could you do a scenario of Kai breaking out of jail to see his s/o and once he does, the reader is a bit scared at first, but then they give him all of the loves in the world? I need him.

~Midnight Visitor~

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The downpour outside of the old glass windows began to escalate on the hour as it effectively indicated the oncoming thunderstorm predicted earlier by the weather man on channel 89. In short: it was time to go outside and bring in the lawn chairs and wind chimes so as they don’t end up blown away like the last storm that happened. It was saddening to say the least. The old chairs and chimes had sentimental value since they had belonged to Pops. You still could place your finger on the very moment when you rushed to the room and apologized to him for it. Of course there would be no reply but you had hoped he could hear you. “Ugh not now.” You grumbled as you dragged the chairs in as fast as you could. It seems like bad rain always picks up and becomes all the more heavy during the very moment you need to step outside.

With the chairs put away in the kitchen and the intricate glass chimes laid carefully across the living room table, you trudged your way to Pops room to check on him and maybe give him something to eat. Every time you had to bring yourself to open the door and hold it together. Every time emotions threatened to burst straight from your chest like some sort of a desperate sob...much like a wounded cat in the street or a child missing their mother so dearly.

You sighed and went to check the machines, all of which reading at a perfect number as usual. Everything seemed to be in order. “Now if only you would just wake up.” You spoke as you gently ran your fingers in his delicate gray locks. If Pops could see himself in this bed right now then he would be horrified at what was once a strong and adored Yakuza leader. Someone greatly respected and revered, left to nothing but a withering old shell in a hospital cot. By his own son... You felt a tear slip and began furiously wiping your face as more of them threatened to pour down. To be angry was one thing, but to be deeply saddened was another. All of the things you thought you once knew about the man you loved had come to light after the sudden raid on the Hassaikai household. While you were away that day the news shook you to your core. The countless police interrogations and the claims that you helped in this plan were absurd and quite tedious to say the least. Luckily you were let off the hook when a lie-detector test determined you weren’t kidding about your obliviousness. You knew they were a crime mob, but you had no idea your lover was the reason Pops ended up in the coma back then. You especially had no idea that all that time Chisaki had been senselessly abusing that little girl behind your back. Had you known, you certainly would’ve put a stop to it.

When the day came that the hospital handed Pops over to your care officially, you had begged and pleaded to take in Eri as well. She was the only known tie to Pops so far, and you wanted so badly for the opportunity to undo the damages Chisaki had inflicted on the poor soul. Unfortunately, the HSC and the police deemed you incapable of providing her with the right things she needed (especially concerning her quirk and controlling it). They ended up handing her over to some heroes at UA. When you met the people, you had decided it was for the best. As long as she would be happy and safe.

Despite all of this pain, anger, and betrayal, deep in your heart you still harbored a burning desire for Kai Chisaki. There was no other person that ever wriggled their way under your skin like he did. He could say the same about you, surely he would say it if he were here now. You feel so bad every single time he crosses your mind (which is often). You could only feel that tiny bit of guilt sinking in when the thought of Eri and Pops crosses. Not to mention the fact that the 8 bullets were serving some hefty time in jail/prison as well. Yet you still can’t stop thinking about the way he used to hold you at nights. Just the two of your bodies creating enough warmth to feel right at home with each other. Or the way he’d look and smirk after uttering off some dry and terribly executed joke of his own. Perhaps you’d fall asleep again tonight as you dreamed of your old first date with each other and the ice cream he worked up the nerve to smudge on the tip of your nose with his gloved fingers. The way he offered to massage your back after a long day, the way you basked in the intimacy of a couples shared shower or bath, the way he kisses you after a long mission of being away. His first touch without his gloves, the first time you saw his face without the mask...

“Night Pops. Maybe you could try to wake up tomorrow?” It was wishful thinking as usual. The gently rubbed circled into his old wrinkled hand before checking the machines one more time and heading out of the room. Halfway towards the bedroom you heard an odd sound of heavy footsteps along the back porch area. You paused in the dark hallway and listened intently with the hopes of it simply being an opossum or something of that nature. You could feel your heart drop with alarm when you recognized the poor sounds of the back door being kicked ever so slightly. Without a second thought you quickly scurried down the hall and to the bedroom to retrieve the metal bad that took up residency under the bed after Kai was arrested.

Protection is always key.

Each sound of the kicks on the door rose ever so slightly in volume as you slowly approached the front end of the house. You quietly slipped out the front door and walked to the back area with the bat held tightly in your hands. Coming this way would be a good way to get the slip on the burglars or intruders kicking at the door. The rain was wild and the wind howled as it whipped bushed and tree leaves around you. In the shadow of the night you were just able to barely make out the form of a man standing hunched over at the back door as he kicked at it. Just as you were about to swing with all the force you were holding inside, the man quickly turned around and peered at you with a look akin to desperation and a mix of relief. “Angel...” You dropped the bat and stumbled backward a bit. Have your eyes deceived you??? Kai was sanding there. Your Kai...You gasped and covered your mouth with both of your hands. Any trace of fear for the moment had been overtaken with each and every emotion you had bottled up since the moment he was taken away. The second you removed your hands to speak, the words were replaced by an ugly sob. You gripped at the sides of your clothes and just stood there sobbing. For a moment if you could hear it through the rain and wind, he was sobbing too.

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You laid in bed gently rubbing his scalp and admiring how his hair had grown a bit. He nuzzled his head further into you and he rest himself upon your chest. No words were exchanged in the moment because emotions were too high to speak. All you both knew is that you needed this quiet moment to work out how you felt. It was clear you missed him by the way your heart picked up when he shifted ever so often to get comfortable. The fear of him leaving or being taken away again was ingrained in you. As it was for him as well... The thought of being in that Godforsaken prison without so much as an opportunity to have visiting time with you was breaking him apart. The only person he missed more than Pops was you. He had so much regret in this moment for everything he put you two through. All of this could’ve been avoided had he just listened to the old man and followed the path laid out in front of him. All he could feel aside from the relief of seeing you again...feeling and hearing you again...was the pain of losing those closest to him just because of his fucked up decisions. You were not without foul emotion as well in this very moment. All of you anger and regret sat brewing. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to beat him like a rabid dog for causing you, Pops, Eri, and the Hassaikai all this strife. Yet at the same time you wanted to badly to care for him, make love to him, and treat him with all the love he hasn’t received since he was taken away.

Come early in the morning tomorrow you would have to go see a man on the black market about fake I.D’s and passports. By the end of the week you would have to leave this place with both Kai and Pops in tow even if that meant leaving overseas to a small village or town in the snowy land perhaps. Somewhere where Kai would be unrecognizable and somewhere you could all three start again.

In the mean time you look down to him and notice he’s fallen asleep, what’s left of his arms wrapped in a desperate attempt to hold you as best he can. You lay a soft kiss along his cheek and get a feel for his newly developed stubble as well.

A nice nap would have to do for now.

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writer-of-various · 2 years

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Based off of Kitten Bell Headcanons

Very short but I will try making a part two that is a bit longer. I was unfortunately under a lot of stress today and I'm just trying to push through today...so uh, enjoy! Sorry in advance for any errors of any kind, I will fix them as soon as possible...hopefully 😐

It has been two weeks that the Crew had Bell as a kitten, and for most of those days nothing was different. Bell followed them around and behaved quite well for an energetic little thing. Adler was the closest to Bell, playing with her, feeding her, and letting her sleep in his room. He grew jealous when Bell began seeking attention to Woods or Sims and Lazar had to reassure him that Bell just wants to spend time with her friends. Adler begrudgingly let this slide, always watching afar with Mason as they surveyed how the others treated Bell. The past couple weeks had been content and the Crew were grateful for Bell, human or cat.

Another long week passed and they won another victory, Lazar deciding that they can go out for drinks as a proper celebration. Adler looked over at Bell, who was laying down on the couch with her limbs and tail tucked under her body. Woods gave the little pose the name "banana bread", laughing his ass off as he suggested the name.

"I'm going to stay back, don't feel very well." Adler says, getting a concern look from Mason.

"I can stay with you-" "No, no its fine Al. Go have fun. I'll probably join you all later on." He gave them a reassuring smile they believed. After saying thir farewells, Adler sighed when the door slammed shut. Bell looked at her with those big bright eyes, stretching out her legs. He smiled and walked over, picking her up. It was adorable that she fit in one of his hands.

"Come on kid, let's get some shut eye." He walks to his room and opens his door with his free hand, shutting it closed with his foot once he walked in. He put Bell on his bed, sitting by her as he began to take off his shoes, jacket, and trousers. When he was comfortable, he laid down and smiled when Bell tried to climb his chest.

"Meow?" She cried, giving him those big innocent eyes. He bit back a laugh and helped her up, resting a hand on her back, nearly covering her whole.

"You are tiny as hell, kid." He teases, wincing when she dug one of her nails into his chest. "Alright alright, sorry." Bell purred, almost instantly falling asleep and Adler soon joined her, the mission him and the others were on taking all his energy.

Adler's nap wasn't as long as he wished it lasted, it having only been two hours. There was a weight on his chest and when he opened his eyes, he really did open his eyes. There laying on top of him was Bell, a very adorable and very much naked Bell. His face warmedand the heat traveled downwards, causing him to shift.

"K-kid, wake up" he grunts, thanking whatever power out there when Bell began to stir. She yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She made a noise of surprise when she realized she was now human and not a kitten. Her eyes met his and she smiled innocently and god the things she was doing to him-

"Hi Adler! Look, I'm human again!" Adler gently pushed Bell off of him and stood, averting his eyes to the ground as he went over to his dresser. He grabbed a shirt and threw it at her, cursing at his growing erection. Go down, go down, fuck go down.

"A-adler?" Looking up at Bell, who's face was probably redder then his own, he nodded and his chest tightened in an unknown emotion at the sight of his shirt on Bell's body, too big on her figure. "How...how did I become a cat?" The question everyone has been asking and here is Bell, who they thought would know the answer, also asking the same question.

"I don't know kid. But at least you're back to normal...after three weeks." He rubbed the back of his neck, an uncomfortable silence falling over them. It was broken quite quickly when the safehouse entrance door was slammed shut. Cursing, Adler quickly ushered Bell into her own bedroom, telling her to put some pants on before shutting her door. He nearly ran over to the kitchen, where thebothers were talking.

"Hey, you guys are back early" he speaks up, giving them a uneasy grin. Hudson pointed a accusing finger at Woods, who simply stuck his tongue out at him.

"Well we were kicked out because some idiot thought it would be funny to juggle GLASS bottles. Oh, and the idiot does not know how to juggle and sent two people to the emergency room." Sims and Lazar snickered behind Woods as he rolled his eyes, waving Hudson off.

"Those bitches were overexaggerating, I only dropped one bottle." Woods says, only to get a scoff from Mason.

"One? More like 100 hundred bottles Frank, and I am not overexaggerating." Bell walks out and their heads snapped to her, surprise clear on their faces.

"Bell!" Lazar exclaims, lifting her up in a big hug. She squeaked, her face turning red as he crushed her body. Sims pushed Lazar away, patting Bell in the back once she got air back into her lungs. They crowded around her, all asking her questions and the such and Adler stayed to the side, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the way her eyes brightened and her soft smile grew bigger. She was so perfect, and despite everything, Adler wanted her. It was like one of those fairy tales, with forbidden love and crap. He screwed up big time and without anyone noticing, he retreated back into his room. All night he tried convincing himself that he doesn't love Bell. He doesn't love her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her body, her skills, the way she just is. He doesn't love her.

But he does.

#cod cold war #cod bell #cod fanfic #very short fanfic #kitten bell #cod adler #russell adler #adler and bell #safehouse crew

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Works Like a Charm (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

Request: reader with the team where r falls asleep any and everywhere and on everyone? just super cute friendship and stuff

Authors’s note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog cause without her this would not have happened! I hope you enjoy and totally feel free to hit me up with comments and questions or if you just wanna say Hi!

You were the baby of the team, and being the baby came with very special privileges. The team knew of your sleeping issues, and the various methods you and your therapist had implemented (including scheduling yourself to avoid all blue light sources for hours before bed and sleeping with a stuffed animal (the famed stuffed Triceratops, Roary) each night,) to help fall asleep and stay asleep at night. But it had only been a week since you had actually looked for help, so it was too early to expect results, as you told them (and yourself) repeatedly.

More often than not you found yourself sitting on a couch, Roary cuddled close to your chest, watching the rerun of whatever game had been on, desperately waiting for your brain to turn off so you could sleep. That was the exact scene Ashlyn had stumbled upon. She glanced at the clock, wincing at the bold 2:15 that blinked back at her as she rubbed her eyes.

“What are you doing awake kid? Thought you weren’t supposed to do blue light after 9?” She asked softly, plopping down beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You shrugged, leaning further into her side. You closed your eyes, burying your head into her warm arm.

“I literally laid awake for three hours. I tried not to focus on anything, or to focus on breathing, but I kept replaying the game in my head. So I thought I would watch it, see if rewatching the ending would help my thoughts, Idk, end too?” You moved so that your head was on her lap and you looked up at her. “Did anything I just said make sense out of my head?”

She nodded sadly down at you, her hands, stroking your hair slowly. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the feeling. You always wanted to be a cat when you were little. Your thoughts became slightly fuzzier, interrupted slightly when Ashlyn spoke.

“Don’t fall asleep here kid. Ali will kill us both if we sleep on the couch,” The blond keeper

“Just a few more minutes please?” You asked softly, cracking your eyes open.

“Alright. Just a few,” she nodded.

Coincidentally that’s exactly where Ali would find you the next morning. Cuddled into Ashlyn's stomach, snoring softly. From that moment, it became a team rule. It didn’t matter where you slept, as long as you were sleeping.

*****

You were never going to live this down. Emily took a stealthy photo of you slumped against Alex’s arm, the climax of Black Panther’s fight taking place in the background. Kelley guarded your other side like a pitbull, just daring anyone to try and mess with you.

“How did you get her to fall asleep Alex? She was so hyped up when we got here!” Emily said way too loudly, shrinking slightly when the veterans shushed her.

“I literally just wrapped my arms around her while Kelley braided with her hair,” Alex whispered, glancing down to see that you weren’t moving before she continued, “she kept moving too much for Kelley to get the braid straight, so I just held her still like I do with my niece for family pictures. Once she stopped struggling, it was instant.”

“Works like a charm every time. Who knew the world’s most feared striker could be turned into a puppy with some cuddles and pets?” Megan laughed softly.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s hilarious. Now shush and watch the movie,” Kelley said, flicking Megan playfully. More softly she added, “you’ll wake her.”

That shut the group up quickly. No one wanted to get in trouble for interrupting the little amount of sleep you got.

****

You were sitting next to Alyssa on the bench during practice, bouncing your leg you waited for your turn to run. It had been a stressful week. Everyone was preparing for the first real game of the season and even the usual pre-practice locker room chat had been tenser than usual.

Stress usually meant one thing for you. No sleep. It was like your brain had a death wish and just wanted to make itself more miserable. The dark circles didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates, hence why you had been regulated to the bench with the keeper when you weren’t running drills.

Alyssa started humming absentmindedly. You looked over at her. She was biting the edge of her lip, watching Becky run drills. She stopped and looked over, seemingly realizing that she was making noise.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“No, it’s really pretty! Please don’t stop on my account,” You said smiling and looking back towards the team as Alyssa started singing under her breath. “MmmhummmM, mmmhummM, So this is love. So this is what makes life Divine.”

You swayed to the tune, closing your eyes, once. You opened them again, more slowly. Then you felt yourself blink twice more, more slowly this time. It took slightly more effort to open them again. You stared hard at the field, not noticing Alyssa scootch closer to you on the bench. Then you blinked again.

“Alright Naeher, you’re up,” AD called jogging over to the bench from where the rest of the keepers were practicing. She stopped short at the glare Alyssa sent her way.

“Don’t think I’m going to be practicing PK’s today,” She said softly, gesturing to you with her free arm. The other arm was wrapped around you, keeping you from falling off the bench like you had almost done when you fell asleep. AD smiled, but then ran back to the group, unwilling to disturb you either.

Maybe the pitch wasn’t the best place to fall asleep, but with the soft looks the team was sending you, they all knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Your health was important and they would help however they could.

*****

It was like a rule on the bus. One didn’t fall asleep unless they wanted to get mustaches drawn on their face, or their cleats stolen. The bus ride to the practice field was long and supposed to be a time for team bonding, though it almost always ended up with Alex and Kelley sharing earbuds to listen to Hosier or Haley Kiyoko, Krashlyn watching some weird reality show, Megan Christen and Tobin discussing Re-ink stuff and the youngins causing havoc on the back, while Becky and Alyssa did their crosswords and Carli watched the road, trying not to get car sick.

You and Sam had seats across the aisle from each other but would sit next to each other on trips like these, playing hangman or Super Mario bros on switch. Today was one of those days where you slid across the aisle, pen in hand, looking for entertainment to keep the boredom away.

“That’s not fair. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not an acceptable word to describe winning the World Cup,” Sam snorted, shaking her head as you finished the hangman.

“You’re one to talk. Last time you gave me “jazzy” as a word to describe how it would feel to meet Mia Hamm. You realize that J and Z are like, some of the least commonly used letters in the alphabet?” You exclaimed, your hands waving wildly as you tried to prove your point.

“It was a response to the fact that you picked a word that doesn’t exist,” Sam rolled her eyes.

“Wacknut is totally a word,” you huffed crossing your arms.

“You know what ducky, I think,” Sam paused, covering her mouth as a giant yawn split her face, “You’re a wacknut.” She finished, exhaling and wiping a tear from one of her eyes.

“Stop that, I didn’t sleep last night,” you said, yawning unintentionally yourself.

“Told you not to watch that last episode of Game of Thrones,” Sam said, stretching her arms slightly in front of her.

“You were right, it was a terrible ending, and a disgrace to television, but I had to know” You mumbled, your voice growing soft, and trailing off towards the end.

“I know, we were all let down by that one,” Sam said, leaning her head on top of yours, comfortingly. “I should take my own advice more often, 6 hours of sleep is just not enough.”

“Hmm, I know why they call you the tower of power, you’re soooo warm,” You nuzzled into her shoulder, her heartbeat soothing you.

“Did anyone ever tell you the story of how I got that name?” Sam asked, stifling another yawn.

“No,” you echoed her yawn.

“Good, they never tell it right. Once upon a time, there was a badass named me. The end.”

“Hmm,”

****

“So I know that we’re never supposed to wake Y/N up unless there’s an emergency, but we have practice and there aren’t any rules pertaining to Sammy,” Emily said too loudly, staring at where you were cuddled into Sam’s chest. The bus had stopped a few minutes ago and had slowly unloaded.

“Yeah, they’re kind of impossible to separate without waking both of them up,” Lindsey nodded, showing Alex a picture she had gotten from above you. Not only was Sam’s head on you, the two of you were holding hands in your sleep, and your other hand was tangled on the end of her shirt like your dreaming mind had mistaken it for a blanket and tried to pull it up.

“I have no problem carrying ducky, but I’m not tall enough to get Sam too,” Kelley said, scratching her head.

Behind them, Dawn walked back onto the bus. “What’s the holdup people? We have a practice to get to! I’m not defending you to Vlatko if you’re late again Sonnett.”

You jumped at the noise, jostling Sam awake too. You blinked at the woman, eyes wide and suddenly alert, searching for danger. “What happened!”

“Whoa, slow down killer. You fell asleep on Sam and she fell asleep on you,” Emily smirked as your cheeks turned blood red.

“We just arrived to practice. You’re not late yet,” Lindsey said, punching Sam lightly in the shoulder and turning to grab her bag. “You’re lucky Sam that you had a sleeping meep meep to protect you, otherwise you totally would have been pranked for napping on the bus.

“There’s no way in hell that meep meep fell asleep before our favorite tower of power.” Emily bantered back, shoving Lindsey off of the bus.

“We better go,” You said softly, playing with the hand that was still intertwined with Sams.

“Yeah, probably. Remind me to sleep with you again sometime. That was the best nap I had in ages,” Sam said absentmindedly stretching her neck to each side. Your eyes went wide. Then she froze, realizing what she had said. “Wait. That came out wrong.”

“It’s fine Sammie, I know what you meant, and I’d love that,” you bumped her shoulder with yours, then grabbed your bag. “Race you to the pitch!”

Sam shook her head as if to clear it as you launched yourself off the bus. Then she grabbed her bag and followed you, sprinting to try and catch up.

Yep, the team would do everything they could to make sure their little meep meep got the best sleep she could.

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effielumiere · 2 years

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Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

I got out of the cab, straightening my summer dress and quickly jogged towards the pier, map on my head to shield me from the sun. Quickly glancing at my watch, I start to run when it reads 4pm silently praying to destiny that if it's meant to be, he's still there.

~~----~~~----~~

An hour earlier

"Hyung, it's already 3pm," Namjoon points out as I sat on a bench next to the entrance drinking iced coffee.

"Give it a little more time," my manager says, reassuring me "It's still early. Just because you four made a bet doesn't mean you have to hurry."

"Just hand over the money, Jimin-ah," Hobi and Jungkook say as Jimin and Tae dodge them when they try to reach for his pockets "Ya~! You heard manager-nim! It's early!"

"3pm is 3pm," Hobi grins at Jimin "A deal is a deal!"

"Hyung, come on!" Jungkook says as he chases Tae "I'm getting hungry, just hand it over!"

"It's okay, Yoongi," Jin says as he sits next to me watching the other members chase each other, except for Namjoon who stands next to our manager.

As today's activity was unplanned because of yours truly, we treated it as a day off undocumented. And the maknae's being the maknae's were having the time of their life, with some of them wanting to go on rides and wanting to eat any food he sees. There were quite a few people but it wasn't going to stop me from waiting for her.

"You guys can go ahead," I tell the other members "I'll just wait here,"

"What if she doesn't arrive, hyung?" Namjoon asks making Jin yell at him "Ya! Don't say that!"

"All I'm saying is, there's a 10% chance she'll arrive," he points out "Look, all we know is that no one would trust a stranger when they ask to meet them again on the following day, especially when the dude that's twenty when you're sixteen. Not to mention, on a Monday! She could be at school, at work or she could be on another state! It's a giant red flag!

"Yoongi better hope that she likes red, then" Jin says "If she doesn't you owe me a tub of sashimi,"

"And you'll owe me prime beef steak, hyung" Namjoon grins crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, I'm gonna go with the kids and Hobi to get some food," Namjoon says "We'll be back, hyung" he says as he walks towards the hot dog and taco stand where the other members were, Jin hyung and our a few of our staff stayed behind with me on the bench that looked like something you'd see in a park, two long benches with a table in between. Jin hyung was on his phone playing a game while my manager and I were looking around trying to spot her through the sea of people and while I was doing so, I was quietly talking to myself in head 'It's embarrassing enough that I can't talk to her without a translating app, let alone ask her to meet the boys' I sigh before we left the dorm we were staying at I quickly downloaded a translation app, I didn't want Namjoon or anyone to be translating our conversations if she does show up, 'Embarrassing. It's too embarrassing if Namjoon were to translate what I wanted to tell her, worse if it gets really cheesy and cringey by accident. Namjoon would never let me live that down'.

My legs bob up and down as I get more and more anxious, playing with the rings on my fingers as time passes by I keep telling myself she's probably just getting out of school or work like Namjoon suggested, a part of me hoped that she would be at the laundromat next weekend before we leave, but a part of me was saying that it's impossible. It wasn't until 4:10pm that Namjoon came back with the other members and staff. In my peripheral vision I could see them glancing at each other, communicating through their eyes not wanting me to know that she was probably not going to show up, but also wanting to tell me exactly that. I look down at my feet, a little disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to see her one last time before I go back home to Seoul the day after tomorrow. That she'll forever be a memory, a name, a scent, a feeling.

If I wasn't so taken aback by the situation and if only I didn't get lost in her eyes and the sound of her laugh yesterday, I would have probably asked for her number or her email to keep in contact for her not to be just a memory that I'll carry forever. But I kept wondering, how could one not get lost in her eyes, it looked like the entire galaxy was in her eyes. So hard not to get mesmerized. And her laugh was music to my ears, it was very musical and almost hypnotizing in a sense. 'Forever a memory'.

I sighed heavily as I look at them, and lightly pressed my lips together nodding at them eventually getting up to leave when Jungkook tries to grab my attention by grabbing my sleeve, later followed by Taehyung and a surprised Jimin.

"Woah," Namjoon gapes almost as if starstruck "Now I see what the hype is about" making me slowly turn around and when I saw what they were looking at, I too was starstruck.

>Should I go or not, then I approached

Should I do it or not, then I did it <

~~----~~~----~~

"For the love of God", I gasp hands on my knees "how the fuck do they run in heels when running on sneakers hurt like a bitch?"

I've been jogging and occasionally running when there aren't too many people in my way, not wanting to slow down. It was already past four when the pier was finally in front of me. Looking around I try to look for a familiar face as I walk around, I was getting closer to the entrance when I see a group of people surrounding a bench, they were getting ready to leave when I caught glance of the familiar black hair, pale skin and cat shaped, dark brown eyes.

"Suga!" I yelled as I made my way through the crowd of people who just seemed to magically appear "Suga!" I yelled again on the top of my lungs when I noticed the two other guys he was with from yesterday at the laundromat pulling on his sleeves pointing at my direction, he looks up at them eventually turning to another guy who was next to him and then to my direction. His eyes widen as he walks to me, meeting me half way and when he was in front of me he smiles.

"Hey," I say out of breath.

>I cannot but act awkwardly in front of you again

You’re so pretty, pretty, pretty <

"Hi," he smiles wider "um..." he hesitates before pulling out his phone and typing before handing it over to me.

I'm so happy. You have no idea. I thought you were not going to come today, it made me sad that I won't see you before I go back home.

"You're leaving?" I ask "When?"

"After tomorrow," he says "I go back to Korea, and then I don't know when I'll be back here."

"Oh," I nod, "What a coincidence, I probably leave on the same day too depending on the weather back home"

Suga looks back at his phone again and starts typing

I want you to meet the other members of the group I'm in. They're like my little brothers, one of them can speak English. Would you like to meet them?

He hands me back the phone and I smile when I look back at him, he looked unsure maybe even nervous that I might not say yes, so I surprised him by typing back on his phone and returning it to him.

Yes, please. Lead the way.

When he looks, I reach out to him as of to hold his hand and he does exactly that. Gently holding my hand he leads me towards the table where he was previously sitting. As soon as we get there, he introduces me to his group, starting with Jin, then Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung and Jungkook who I've met yesterday.

"Y/n, this is Namjoon," he introduces me the guy who was next to him earlier and he smiles before speaking in English. Before Suga starts talking to Jin, Hobi and Jimin.

"It's nice to finally meet you, hyung has told us about you,"

"Hyung?"

"It's an honorific, we use to call someone older than us guys," he explains "It's similar to oppa but for guys we use hyung."

"Oh," I smile "I see, so you were referring to Suga?"

"Yeah," he nods "anyway, he told us that you guys met at the laundromat yesterday after he got challenged to ask you out?"

"He did, but I'm only sixteen," I smiled as I explained "So, a date was out of the question,"

"But you came," he smiles as points out, making an adorable dimple appear

"It's not a date," I chuckle "It's just all of us hanging out,"

"Yeah, let's call it that" he chuckles "By the way, could I ask for your email? We don't exactly have a permanent phone number because we're just here on business. But I know he would like to keep in contact with you.

I'm just beating him to it, because knowing him he'll forget to ask you again later"

"Alright," I giggle "Lemme type it on your phone"

> Though my eyes turn from your eyes, nose, and to lips,

please don’t misunderstand me

I can’t control myself when I see you

I’m really acting silly <

As I finished typing my email on Namjoon's phone and talking to him while I did, Suga returns and asks me if I wanted to walk around so I went with him and walk with him I did.

We ended up talking, well trying at the least. When the conversations were at a point that if Suga couldn't relay what he wanted to say so badly, he'd pull out his phone to translate and if I had something that he didn't understand, I'd end up pulling my phone to translate. This went on for about thirty minutes while we were walking around and we bought food for each other sharing our meals with the other members who sat on the same bench that we sat on. Jokes were passed around on the table, Joon and Suga taking their time to translate the joke to include me in their conversations.

> I can’t control myself when I see you

I’m really acting silly

Holding my breath, I say, “‘cheers’ instead of water”

I’m even not drunk, but I act cute, pretending I’m drunk <

One in particular when Suga reached his limit (which was rare) when they went out for a couple of drinks, went bat shit crazy that they had to hide the alcohol before it got worse. Hobi and Jimin uncontrollably laugh as Namjoon tells the story and Suga just sat there pink tinting his pale skinned cheeks as he kept yelling the word 'hajima!' at them making all of them including the staff laugh at his reaction.

> But my arrow keeps missing the target that is you

Where would it be, would your heart be there? <

After having a snack, Suga- who later told me that his real name was Yoongi, led me to one of the booths where you could win teddy bears and other stuffed toys if he played a game of shooting. Doing that in two rounds, he won and asked me which one I wanted being a medium sized brown stuffed toy that looked like a dog that fit perfectly around my arms when I hug it to my body.

> Time flies without my knowing, tik tok<

By the end of the night, their manager promised to drop me off where I was staying at and when I got out of the van with my new fluffy companion in my arms, Yoongi gets out of the van after what seemed like being lightly pushed by Jimin and Hobi. As he stood in front of me with the van to our side, he nervously smiles as he asks me if we could see each other at the airport before going our separate ways and I say yes as I stare at his cat like dark brown eyes.

> When we got to your house,

I set the mood

and hold your shoulders, thinking I’ll really pretend I’m crazy and do a deep kiss But..<

Before I knew it, we were both leaning in, until a large round that reminded me of a big balloon popping made us jump apart, making us look at the direction where it came from and Jin looked at us sheepishly.

"Ah~, sorry" he apologizes "driver told me to sit in front," he says before moving to the passenger seat and when he opens the door a voice from inside the van yells the same word I heard Yoongi yell before, and Yoongi says his goodbye and tells me to get in the hotel. And he waited until the elevator doors to closed. He did the exact same thing at the airport two days later, he watched me walk to the tube thingy that connected the airplane and the airport. They waved as they watched me leave, stuffed fluffy dog in my arms, Yoongi mirroring my tear filled eyes as we waved goodbye and promised to stay in contact until we meet again.

~~----~~~----~~

"Yoongi!" Jin playfully yelled at me as I sat in the van after watching her get in the elevator of her hotel "What in the world were you thinking? We don't have the money to bail you out of jail, you idiot!"

"Yeah, hyung," Jungkook voiced in the back seat, "what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," I sighed heavily "that was close, sorry guys. Thanks hyung," I mutter as we head back home.

> Could it be that you’ve already noticed my dark thoughts?

I try to hide my real thoughts, but it doesn’t work and I just rub my face<

In the dorm, as we laid in bed in the darkness I couldn't stop tossing and turning until eventually, I hear a chorus of groans telling me to stop making noise when I violently kicked the blanket and punched my pillow before lying down and repeating it at least two more times, sighing as I did.

> Though I became a cold moon because I was embarrassed to become a sun, after then, I kept making blanket waves on the sea that is my bed

(Splash! splash!)

My achievement is to convert my embarrassment to UFC while jumping up and down like a crazy guy

Giving a swift high kick, throwing jabs and hooks, pounding, and venting it all out again while clutching my blanket/

But, what did my blanket do wrong, pay for it, I just wish you were here /

Why did I do so? My head (spins spins), I just kick the innocent blanket (kick kick) /

I vent my anger on my innocent blanket before bed, It was so good...<

I cringe as the latter of tonight's memory play in my head again when I looked at her pretty eyes and instinctively leaned in to kiss her. Part of me was thinking I'm never going to see her again, better make the most out of it until the boys reminded me by yelling from inside the van that she's only sixteen. It felt like being woken up with ice cold water making me freeze on the spot and halting my actions.

I laid back on my bed, staring at the ceiling wanting to punch it so bad but held back tried my best to sleep. The next day right as we were packing out things, I pulled out notebook and pen writing down lyrics with her on my mind when Namjoon yelled from his spot on the computer.

"Hyung!" he yells "I got an email! Namjoon, it's Y/n. Please pass my email to Sugs."

"Sugs," Jin hyung laughs his signature laugh making the other members laugh as well

"There's a follow up email minutes after that was sent, I meant Suga,"

"Sugs is cute, don't you think?" Jimin asks Hobi and the maknaes, making them head my way as they call me Sugs like their cooing to a baby. It wasn't like I didn't try to stop them, I was out numbered.

At the airport, I immediately spot Y/n as she stood in line with other passengers who were boarding the plane. She stayed behind wanting to be the last passenger as she watched us run up to her. I immediately wrap my arms around her almost afraid to let her go when I heard the announcement that it was the final call for boarding passengers.

She arrived earlier than us to check if she was able to go back home, and when she emailed her flight details and found out it was earlier than expected, we told our staff that we had to go to the airport early which surprisingly enough, they were ready to leave. As soon as I my ticket was handed to me, our manager told Namjoon to go with me. Our gates were next to each other but her plane was leaving soon, so we had to run. The other members soon followed behind, wanting to say goodbye as well. And as we watched her board the plane, I couldn't help but feel sad.

I'm not religious. But in my life there were moments where I couldn't help but pray to whoever would hear me and at that moment as I watch her leave, controlling my tears from falling. I prayed. I promised I'll do everything right. I'd wait for her. Take her on a romantic date. Ask her to be my girlfriend. Spend my life with her. Ask her to marry me. Have kids with her. Grow old with her, just as long as destiny or fate would promise that she's my soulmate as I prayed to see her again.

>To me, it’s only you

Only You<

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jee-ns · 3 years

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catastrophe

pairing: jenniexfem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of nudes.

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synopsis: lisa didn’t mean to turn you into one of her. but you blame it all on her for your stubbornness. your cat jennie turned into a human now. but the worst part is you kinda like it.

notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS. I SHOULDVE JUST LEFT IT IN THE DRAFTS BUT IK SOME OF YALL LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF. YALL FREAKY. BUT LIKE THIS IS THE WORST THING IVE EVER MADE SO FAR BUT YKW IDC. -admin 🗣

cats. you were never particularly impressed by these feline beasts. not much of them caught your attention. all you know is that they are completely autonomous and are as charming as they can be. they’ve only been interesting when you were at a sleepover with one of lisa. she was a major cat lady and unfortunately, she was your only friend in primary school. and you were expected to tolerate her rambling with her cats. she seems to get a new one every week. you don’t know how her parents deal with her. when you asked her “what’s so nice about cats?” she looks at you as if you just killed her mom. “you don’t like cats.” she asked with a tone that you’ve never heard from her. your eyes bulge out and quickly resentence your words. “false. i asked what’s so nice about them?” you held up your index finger right in front of her face and you wish you didn’t ask. god, what is wrong with you. “they’re amazing they’re really cute and learns fast. they don’t need too much attention and they can deal with everything by themself. they give you gifts!! you should come over one day and you’ll know why.” she said and after that day she begged you to come to her house on the weekend so she could show off her cats. you asked your mom if you could go to her house and sadly she was encouraging you to leave the house and spend some time with lisa.

you were skipping your way to the grey suburban house. it was a typical family home not anything out of the ordinary from the other rows of houses beside it. you walked up the porch that we’re decorated with hanging potted plants and knocked on the door. the door bursts open with a gleeful lisa. “Y/N!” she screeched, the cat in her arms flinching and pushing her away while she just hugged it tighter. “come in!” she opened the door wider for you to enter. you didn’t know that day was going to be the start of your miserable cat lady life

you walked into your small condo in Seoul. the small petit home was purchased for your convenience since you started college a year ago. the start of college was rough. you were 20 minutes late for class because you were busy running away from the club scouters. and your small condo was unworthy to be jennie’s new castle. you spent only 2 hours of sleep because jennie was moving around on the bed and claiming her territory. jennie was a spoiled brat. she always gets what she wants and if she doesn’t she’ll either annoy you or give you her cute face and smudge it all over you. your mom got her on your birthday right after you slept over at lisa’s place and fallen in love with them.

you called for jennie after putting aside your shoes. and as usual, she didn’t answer. she’s most likely to be napping on your bed with the new mattress you just bought. you walked to your bedroom and immediately let out a piercing scream. you were frightened. scared. shocked. you were everything but calm right now. there was a naked woman curled up on your bed. you couldn’t move. you just stood there frozen and scared as to why was there a naked woman on your bed and jennie was nowhere to be seen. the woman yawned and looked at you with her cat eyes. she smiled and got up and crawled over to you. “y/n’s home!” the more she got closer the more you backed away from her until your back touched the door of your bedroom. the weirdly attractive naked woman was rubbing her forehead against your shin.

your breathing was shaky. you just noticed how her body was perfectly curved and not a single muscle out of place. it’s getting hot in here. “jennie?” you called out, testing the waters. she looked up at you with an eyebrow cocked as if you were gonna ask her a question. you let out a staggered breath. you swallowed the lump in your throat that you didn’t realize was there. you slowly bent down to jennie’s level and took her head in your hands. you could hear her purring while she closed her eyes in ecstasy. you took her hands and stood up so she could try walking. she was wiggling and couldn’t stand up properly so you put her arm around your shoulders and led her to your bed. “are you jennie?” you ask for confirmation cause you don’t really know what’s going on. her head cocked to the side “am i not?” she asked as if she was a human for all her life.

“you’re a human!” you put your hands up with eyes popping out of your sockets. “yep it happened after you left for work. i don’t know what happened but i think it’s the snacks that you started buying from that sketchy store.” you closed your eye and opened them again hoping the nude woman infront of you turns back into her normal form. what’s happening right now. lisa was right you shouldn’t have bought some snacks from that sketchy store. god why are you so stubborn. you opened your eyes and walked over to your closet to get her some of your clothes. “here put these on.” it was a simple oversized hoodie with some undergarments and some sweatpants incase she gets uncomfortable but you doubt so. she’s been living as a naked animal for over 5 years. you only did that so you don’t catch yourself staring at her like a disgusting pervert you are. you watched her as she struggled to get her head through the hole and only moved to help her when she yelped.

after helping her get dressed you did your normal routine. you washed your clothes and normally jennie would be sitting on the washing machine and enjoying your pets. now, since she can’t curl up on top of the washing machine she sat there and dangled her legs from the machine. you didn’t bother to pet her cause you’d think that she would feel uncomfortable with your touch since. well. she’s a human now. but jennie didn’t change a single bit. she longed for your touch and suddenly became gloomy after she didn’t receive her daily pets. then you moved on to doing the dishes before going to the couch where jennie was sitting with her knees tucked into her chest while her eyes glued to the tv seeming to understand the words that she couldn’t comprehend before. you chuckled with amusement looking at her focusing on the tv and patted her head softly. not gonna lie her hair was just the same soft hair that was on her normal form. you sat down and sighed how long will this go on. will jennie never turn back into a cat again? will she be your roommate now? you turned your gaze from the tv to her laying her head on your lap while her legs cupped the pillows. you decided to call lisa for help.

“you weren’t lying.”

“why would i be lying?!”

you and lisa rambled while jennie occupied her time with the tv. “you know she hates me right why did you call me.” lisa didn’t want to deal with jennie cause she doesn’t know how worse she could be when she’s turned into a human. “cause you know alot about cats” you urged her to help you cause your pretty helpless now. you’ve always thought of lisa as a cat whisperer because every single cat that she comes across happens to like her. excluding jennie. so why can’t she do it now? she looked at jennie whose napping with a sheepish look and says. “nah shawty bae i ain’t dealing with that.” you rolled your eyes and shoved her away. proceeding to join jennie into slumberland.

you were awoken by jennie snuggling her head under chin. upon awaking you realised you both slept on the couch with a blanket draped over you two that lisa probably left before she went back home.you just stayed in that position since it was comfortable and you were in the mood of doing nothing. it was pretty weird to be snuggling with your cat who has just turned into a human. but that was a future you problem. then silence was broken “y/n?” jennie mumbled.

“yeah?”

“i love you”

you smiled. she probably got that from a movie and not knowing how much the weight is in those three words. jennie has never really been affectionate with you or been dedicated to you. she just follows you here and there. never really to attached. but now with some fortune she got to say it to your face. and to be honest you kinda like jennie like this. you pat her head.

“ i love you too “

-admin🗣

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helpinghanikan · 3 years

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Sleeping arrangements

Avengers (and Matt Murdock x Reader)

Sum: It's late and the bed is so nice. It's time to sleep and to bring your heroes along with you. (Fluffy little snippets of sleepy time with the Avengers)

Steve Rogers:

It’s the last train home and only one thing in this world is warm. The wall of Steve Rogers your head rested against was beating softly through the jacket and shirt he wore. Keeping your arms around his center to keep any of the heat from getting away. His own arm protects around your shoulders, keeping you in and gibing his hand something to do instead.

He could’ve driven, he should’ve driven, instead he wanted to take the train. He wanted to walk around like he did years and years before, but this time with your hands intertwined.

Although far away the train has started to shake the earth. Taking you out of the almost sleeping world and back into this cold one. The change in worlds brings out a yawn and lets the cold back in. It’s been a long day. With your eyes closed and clothes heavier than they could ever be Steve was the only thing keeping you up. His chin rests on your head after a while, thumb rubbing over your shoulder as the train finally pulled to a stop.

Inside it was the same story but in a seated position. Guided into his lap and landing with a groan as it was just so much work. The practically empty strain allowed your legs to stretched straight out over the seats.

Steve could stay awake longer than most, but he was tired. He was cold and annoyed and really wished he had driven instead of taking this stupid train. He took his frustration out on squeezing you tight, holding on as if you were liable to fall right out of the seat if he let go. At least it was warmer inside the train.

Tony Stark:

Someone staying up late, not getting enough sleep, and making exhaustion their personality trait is funny for maybe week. But After days of trying to coax him to come to bed, to try something other than just giving up on sleep or even talking to a doctor it gets concerning. After weeks of these same issues, it becomes frustrating.

Everyone, from Pepper to Peter have done their fair share of lecturing. Happy has gone out of his way in helping you get the dumbass to appointments. All of which he has walked right out because, unfortunately, he was still an adult who could make his own decisions.

It’s only after using the nuclear word that he pays attention.

“Anthony,” You say just before he leaves the room.

Although speaking to his back he does stop. His shoulders have tensed under the t-shirt and he’s listening in.

There’s an audio book’s worth of things you could say about this issue. But it would all be a repeat that he’s heard before, from many different mouths. Instead, you kept it simple, not even bothering to turn on the light.

“You didn’t even try.” It comes out from a tired partner just wanting the best for him. Yet Tony walks away from the advice, again.

Thor:

Power doesn’t stop for sleep. It’s still in the air when he’s laying sideways towards the window. Because of the whole nighttime thing it’s hard to tell if clouds are actually coming in or darkening. Maybe you’re just insane but Mr. Weatherman didn’t say anything about rain tonight, right?

It was a jolt that really woke you up. Looking over your shoulder at the expanse of muscular back. Thor movements were always a bit too…loud for this world. Whether running through a fight or moving in his sleep it calls attention to everyone. He doesn’t mean to, but it does wake you up enough to see your glass is dryer as a bone.

As if reading your mind, the rain has come down. It could almost be described as torrential how hard it was all coming down. Matching the dramatics of rain, a lightning strike coming straight down into some poor tree.

This wasn’t the first time Thor had a nightmare. Asgardians just seemed to be humans 2.0, making Thor just as a victim to horror as we humans are. At the same time, he was still another worldly being, translating to giving him a few feet when waking him up.

Another strike of lightening and another tree is taken out of this world. Without the lights on that blast was your only moment of lightening. The rest of the journey made to Thor’s side of the bed was done in darkness and pounding rain. Following the outlined Asgardian until reaching his shoulder. A gentle hand on his should does nothing. A little shake and a whispered “Thor,” finally does the trick.

The two strikes of lightening outside somehow reached his eyes. For the briefest of seconds blue, cracking energy is directed right at you. Stopping just as quickly as they appeared, replaced with Thor’s regular blue eyes that blink a few times.

“What is it?” he asks.

There’s no point in telling him the truth about his nightmares and their effect. Then again, there’s no point in lying either. Instead, it’s better to distract. “It’s still super early. Back to bed.” You say instead, kissing with until he takes the hit and holds you.

Bucky Barnes:

Sleep is a luxury that isn’t worth chasing. With the pillows and sheets there were nightmares and enemies that could sense his weakness. Trying to get at least six hours and all that guarantees is waking up sweaty and a call to doc, making sure to get everything back in order before you could ever notice.

Instead, he takes walks. Maps out the city at night, the changes and differences that happened without him. He recognizes the buildings, the structures and bricks that were too strong to be a victim to time.

Most of the time he does this alone. Watching a show about nothing until you were asleep before starting his walk. But there were times you catch him, calling out to him like the neighborhood cat trying to get away. Getting on your own shoes and jacket quickly. Then enforcing the handholding during the little adventure.

It’s only when passing by something important that words are shared. “One of my buddies worked here when this place was a mechanic. Broke his leg just before the draft, I still think it was on purpose.” He’d say then never bring it up again.

These walks are always shorter than most. After two times Bucky learned when to make the loop back home with you. When your building comes back into view the handholding has gotten sweaty. The walking had slowed to a crawl and you were dragging him down by the arm. Even less talking was done after getting through the door; just landing face down onto the bed without bothering about the shoes.

These kind of walks were Bucky’ favorite.

Natasha Romanoff:

The bed was used almost exclusively for sleeping. As the couch was both comfy and expensive. And, as Nat puts it, “Should we do it with the lights off too? Under the covers like grandparents?” Although it was probably another reason to use the overpriced couch more often.

Like any good, and overworked, soldier Nat could sleep anywhere. When a mission is done, and there’s nothing to worry about, a shower and a nap is the best in the world.

“I smell nice,” She says walking into the living after the shower. Steam still behind her, hair wrapped up and a sweater purposefully bought to be several sizes too big.

She stretches and lays over you like a cat. Resting as close as possible so you, too, can smell the expensive shampoo she uses. Making sure that the body wash isn’t ignored either as that, too, was expensive.

“Might as well spend this pay on something,” She says when asked about the prices.

Although she asks what you’re up to she won’t be awake for the answer. Already teetering into sleep land when you answer.

Natasha was as athletic as she was heavy. Only sometimes managing to carry her bridal style and most of the time having to walk/guide her into the bedroom. Either letting her drop onto the bed with the same weight you had carried in, or she holds fast and takes you down with her.

Just like a cat, Natasha gets to decide cuddle time.

T’challa:

Although the mattress was new, the bed’s size was traditional, and passed on through generations of rulers. Forget California king bed, A Wakanda king bed was that and a half. Ten feet length, twelve feet tall. Combined with blankets, pillows and more it was easy to disappear into the thing. But it was also easy to get lost in it all.

In the middle of the night, in the very center of this ocean of bed, you can reach out forever. Finding pillows (both the decorative and the usable kind), smaller blankets or stuffed animals that have managed to be added. But it’s a tiresome journey, one that doesn’t seem to have an end even as you stretched to pointed toes and fingers.

It’s only after touching body heat that you can relax. Finally finding your king that turns to your touch. Making his own journey through sheets and bedding. Using you as the trail into his love. Neither of you thinking about the absolute nightmare it will be to make this bed tomorrow.

Pietro Maximoff:

For most of his life Pietro is moving. Be it running or just running his mouth, he’s not the kind of guy to sit still. Unfortunately, this also applies to sleeping.

“He’s been sleep walking since we were children,” Wanda once said. “Our father once found him crying in a puddle. He had slipped and woken up in the street. He’ll deny crying, though.”

As an adult Pietro doesn’t actively get up and walk around anymore. The man made up of strong and lean muscle still moves quite a bit. Waking up from freezing feet finding yours or because he’s sat upright in bed again. Using soft, but firm, pressure to get him to lay back down or to guide him back to his side of the bed. If you weren’t careful his arms would find you, almost dragging you back to his side of the bed.

He'd deny it in the morning. Smiling with barely open eyes as you’re still pressed against him. No matter how much you’re going to insist this was his fault he’d still mock you. Nuzzling in since you insist on cuddling so much.

Peter Parker:

There’s a time limit next when sitting next to Peter. You have ten minutes before his head finds your shoulder. If you don’t shrug or lean away he’ll stay there, slowly leaning in until he’s all settled.

Although not completely asleep he does rest. If your hands are held in those moments you could probably feel his pulse slow down as his breathing slows. Maybe his eyes manage to stay open, but his eyes do get heavy. Someone could say his name, and he’d respond, but it be from his throat. An annoyed groan directed to whoever was ruining this moment. Even if it was usually a teacher or adult.

It’s only when traveling, and you’re sitting for a while, that he completely falls asleep. Progressing past just leaning his head and adding his arms. If you allow him, putting an arm around your back and the other over your center. With your own arm over his back, he sleeps in a position that, although sweet, always left a pain in his neck. Something he’d complain about until you ask if he want’s you to rub his shoulders.

Stephen Strange:

During aura projection Stephen’s body is dead weight. No muscles or bone working with the individual trying to help them. It’s just taken over by gravity and his entire weight wants to be on the floor. Sleep does the same thing.

Short of a bucket of water to his face he won’t wake up. Part of his experience in med school was taking every bit of use sleep could give him. Which leads to sleeping fast, and sleeping hard, usually opened mouth. No snoring yet, but the moment he does there’s an open target for shutting him up.

Matt Murdock:

It’s a mixture of meditation and caffeine that he is still functioning. Too busy, much too busy, as a lawyer for the two of you to share a bed most of the time. Making any comments you have about his sleep schedule mute.

Watching him doesn’t change give any information either. Coffee in the morning, some deep breathing and self-centering in the between moments at work, and sleep ins on days off were all you could gather. Between that it’s easier to just assume he’s fine.

Just laugh at his “not like I need to rest my eyes,” jokes and move on.

Carol Danvers:

After going through every time change known to man, alien and beyond Carol has developed a very specific still. Carol Danvers, woman with the power of a star and to sleep literally anywhere at any time. Be it a cleared-out corner of some ship, an open floor that keeps her hidden from passersby or on your lap. The latter being her personal favorite.

Like a massive golden retriever, she wants to be in the middle of your lap. Close as possible with a arm holding around your shoulder and the other on her toy, or phone. A being of wiry muscle and heat keeping you pinned to the couch. Most of the time she’s out ten minutes into the movie, most of the time the remotes’ out of reach, and most of the time you gotta go pee.

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