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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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hey miss kaia 😼 I wasn’t sure if I should message you or send it this way butttt I’d love a strawberry-mango mai tai (crocodile or shanks) w/ songs 12, 15, and 23 from the playlist 👩🏾‍💻

hiiiii bb 🥰️ ty for requesting! i am so so sorry this took so long, but it’s here at last. also this was my first time writing crocodile, so i was v excited and wrote more than necessary but lbr i’m a long-winded mfer ok, that’s just how it is there’s no cure unfortunately; anyway i like how it turned out and if i kept writing we’d be here forever ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

2.1k words (don’t look at me), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff if you count him not choking her as fluff & smut (and angst that u didn’t ask for but i gave it to u bc i’m unwell like that 😊; feat. post-time skip crocodile in denial (he’s king of it clearly), reader who is (rightfully) in her feelings abt everything, smoking, established relationship, exes 2 lovers bc that’s my jam, a lil bit of miscommunication, crocodile is bad at emotions and reader is too emotional — they’re perfect for each other obvy — rough sex, is it considered knife play if he has a hook (asking 4 a friend), a lot of kissing (hello romance), probably other stuff but idr. crocodile comes w. his own damn warning tbqh. reader sippin that clown girl juice like a champ, i’m proud <3

(if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn’t 💕)

it’s late at night when he arrives at your doorstep; you’re in the middle of flipping through a magazine, the ceiling fan silent and slow, the heat a little more than tolerable as you sip a cool drink. you have no intention of entertaining anyone, but when you recognize the heaviness behind the loud knocks, you make an exception.

of course, you do, there’s no other choice but to do so.

sir crocodile is a man that takes, and takes, and takes without remorse; there’s an insatiable greed — hunger, rather — that he can’t seem to satisfy. or maybe it’s that he’s been denying himself for years and it’s finally become too much for him. a small, quiet buzz infiltrates your body when you yank open the door. you half expect to find someone else there, so you stare openly, disbelief and shock holding you in place.

he peers down at you when you stand there and don’t bother to invite him inside. he knows his presence is probably more than you can handle, but he’s a selfish man and his time is very limited right now. with a subtle nod of his head, almost as if he’s telling — no, commanding — you to let him in; he’s always been like that, wordless commands that he expects to be followed without question.

if you had more sense, you’d slam the door in his face. but sadly, you don’t.

you try not to appear too affected, but as crocodile walks inside, dark eyes taking a sweeping glance around your modest living space, you suddenly remember how to speak.

“h-how did you find me?” your voice is much too soft and timid, something he clicks his tongue at, annoyance slightly bubbling underneath his skin. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s much too taken by your beauty — something he tried to forget but was wholly unsuccessful.

he doesn’t spare you another glance as he hangs up his coat, doesn’t bother asking for permission before he rummages through the cabinets in your kitchen to pour himself a drink, and doesn’t think anything of his overly familiar actions in a home that doesn’t belong to him when he makes himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in the living room.

you scurry after him, steps soft and hurried, the smoke from his cigar wafting towards you the closer you get. he tilts his head back and exhales deeply, eyes closed as he blows smoke above him — a heady, intoxicating scent that triggers memories of the nights you spent with him before.

not that it matters, but crocodile’s nerves got the best of him before he arrived; he hasn’t seen you in two and a half years, and he always wondered if someone finally snatched you up. he told himself, a long time ago, that he would wreck whatever relationship you found yourself in anyway, but the uncertainty still lingered.

do you still care for him like you claimed you always would?

it’s a question he refuses to ask you because he’s convinced that the answer will ruin his plans no matter what your response is.

when you finally snap out of that momentary stupor, you stand in front of him, eyes glossy, as if you’re holding back years’ worth of tears. but somehow, you both fall back into the same routine you swore you’d never go back to — you straddle his lap, shorts riding up your plush thighs, his golden hook cold as he uses it to lift your chin up.

you remind yourself to keep focused, to not fall for his charm again. you don’t tell him that you’ve stayed single this whole time, mostly because everyone who came into your life after him didn’t compare.

“i hate the smell of smoke,” you declare boldly, voice strained, and maybe a little needy — even though you closely press yourself to him, even though you’re shamelessly rubbing yourself against him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. an inescapable, irritating heat passes through him, threatening to burn him alive; already his cock gets stiff when you move on him like that. if he had a bit more sense in him, he’d just leave right now.

but old habits die hard, and for some reason, your presence alone throws him off completely.

in a good way. even though he claims otherwise.

he reminds himself that he’s only here to talk as he runs his large hand along your thigh, admiring the smoothness of your skin — the sensation oddly calming to him. the feel of his rings along the back of your thigh triggers a vivid memory that makes you inhale sharply — you remember that the last time you saw him, you were on your knees and gagging on his cock. that night he fucked you like he knew he’d never see you again; you remember how you felt like melting into him every time he buried his cock deeply in your cunt.

you want to hate him all over and never think about him again.

except you can’t, can you?

there’s a brief pause before he takes another drag from his cigar; and when he lets the silence hang for longer than necessary, you find it hard to breathe.

“and i hate liars,” crocodile says finally, conveniently forgetting that he’s a notorious liar himself. you blush and turn your face at the hidden meaning behind his words — a poor attempt to deny it — but when you look back at him, he blows smoke above your head and fixes you with a pointed look.

an absurd thought occurs, making you curl your fingers as you tug on his shirt and finally question his reappearance. jealousy coils itself tightly around your legs, making your movements sluggish and ineffective. unbecoming, utterly childish, and unavoidable — but you know he won’t listen to that sort of rhetoric. not after being away from you for so long.

you lick your lips and muster enough courage to say, “i wrote to you.” several times, in fact. you figured he was either dead or didn’t want to speak to you. a part of him wants to ask if you’re serious, but from your demure demeanor, he already knows the answer.

crocodile lets out a humorless, pitying laugh.

“it must be nice to live in delusion,” he says bitterly. you look at him, confusion evident in the way you press your lips together as your brows slope down slowly — so he just sighs, defeated by your genuine naivety that he finds terribly charming. when he drags the curve of his golden hook along your jaw, your starts beating faster than necessary, the noise so loud you can barely think straight.

he knows that when he talks to you, he has to… mind how he phrases things, and while it annoys him, he does it anyway. “do you think impel down just allows former warlords the luxury of personal mail?” it’s a rhetorical question, but you shake your head no anyway, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grab onto his shirt again.

guilt has a nasty habit of making him more considerate than he’d care to be, especially if that guilt comes from you. it has him putting out his cigar and tossing it onto the floor; he’s not sure who kisses who first, but his lips slant against yours and move with familiarity.

your soft whimpers are a honeyed, melodic experience; they wrap around him possessively, driving him to tear through your clothes with his hook, shredding the fabric into large, unusable pieces that languidly slide off your body. a flush settles on your skin, making you feel lightheaded — each kiss more electrifying than the last as he licks inside of your mouth, tongue stroking against yours hotly.

crocodile pulls away suddenly, already feeling like the control he’s kept is practically nonexistent because your mouth is much sweeter than he remembers. your fingers tremble slightly and a breathy moan tumbles out of you when he slaps your ass hard.

the impact is a surprise — one that has you whine pitifully, arousal dripping from your slit in a way that should be embarrassing, but you’re too far gone to care. a lust-induced haze circles around him, nearly clouding his vision as you unbutton his shirt, fingers roaming against his stomach, exploring the dips and grooves between his abs. your touch is much too gentle for a man like him; he knows you deserve better, but he’s too selfish to tell you that. his cock is stiff and heavy in his pants; you relieve that ache as soon as you tug his zipper down and wrap your soft hands around him.

he watches you, amused at your focus and determination when you stroke him faster; and while he’d like to take his time with you, he doesn’t have that luxury tonight. he grabs onto your wrist, halting your movements quickly before biting your lower lip and kissing you greedily; it’s all-consuming, scalding, and possessive.

you should ask him why he’s kissing you like that when he has no intention of staying, but you know it would be an unfair question given his circumstances.

still, your curiosity eats you alive, although not for long.

he lifts you with ease and you sink down onto his thick cock, pussy tight and warm. part of what kept him sane while he was in prison was thinking of you and how much he missed being with you like this — another truth he refuses to reveal, deciding to suffer through the consequences of another failed confession on his part.

you scratch at the skin on the back of his neck the moment he bucks his hips against yours, burying most of his cock inside of you. his thrusts are quick and brutal; you do your best to match his movements, moaning loudly as he wraps an arm around you. he kisses down the length of your neck, teeth grazing your skin roughly as he bites and sucks on your skin harshly. you know there’ll be bruises and marks in the morning, but you don’t care.

all you care about is enjoying this moment with him, one that you’ll commit to memory forever.

his name comes out of your mouth sweetly, like a rhythmic and lyrical poem you crafted for him specifically. he shouldn’t care about any of that, but he can’t stop himself; and maybe he’s just tired of denying it. he tells himself that when he fucks you harder, breasts bouncing and rubbing against his hard chest; he tells himself that when he angles his hips, thrusts frenzied and powerful.

sweat glides down your skin and the heat threatens to suffocate you, both of you are panting and moaning in between kisses. you doubt your poor little heart can take much more of this, but you power through anyway. and maybe it’s because you’re tugging on his hair roughly, almost impatiently, but he takes that as a challenge, holding you steady as his cock bullies into your wet cunt. between the lewd, squelching sounds coming from your pussy and the way he simply can’t stop kissing you — like there’s a thirst he can’t seem to quench, no matter how many times he fucks you — a warmth spreads through your chest.

unbeknownst to you, though, he’s going through something similar; he realizes, belatedly, that he might not be able to let you go after this. impossible thoughts pummel through his mind, ones that he desperately tries to shove aside. intimacy and vulnerability are deadly, in his opinion, but he decides to make an exception for you — and only you.

you cum unexpectedly, hips bucking against his wildly, pussy clenching around his thick girth without remorse. you actually feel your heart skip a beat, like you’re in some romance novel, when he calls out your name — his own orgasm finding him shortly after, thrusts slowing, his cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you.

your legs turn to jelly, making it impossible to move right away, so you slump against him weakly and take deep breaths to calm yourself. he closes his eyes briefly and runs his hand up and down your back; here’s another opportune moment to say something, to say anything, but he swallows back the words, instead opting to kiss your forehead softly.

“you’re an impossible man,” you say with a sigh, blinking as you look up at him; he raises a brow at that, but doesn’t offer a rebuttal. “don’t break my heart.” you jab a finger at his chest, but your features soften when he chuckles at your demand.

another long silence follows, before crocodile speaks again, voice low, but certain as he says, “alright, i won’t.”

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Sunshine

Bucky x nurse reader

A/N: Need some Bucky comfort so here we have: Bucky comforting you as you deal with mental health. This doesn’t follow the exact Marvel timeline/ events, some concepts are the same but I changed some stuff to fit the story better :) Please reblog, like and comment! <3

Warnings: dealing mental health (anxiety), panic attacks, nightmares, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Mini part 2

“Where’s Sunshine?” Tony sauntered into the kitchen, searching for you, hoping to get some advice on his upcoming date with Pepper.

That is what you were. Sunshine. You brightened the team’s day, forever smiling through adversity. When things got rough, you were comfort, hugs, soft smiles, gently touches. When things were stressful, you were grounding, firm holds, optimistic. You went beyond your job as a nurse at the compound infirmary. You listened without judgement; the team has started visiting you just to talk even when there were no injuries involved.

“Whose sunshine?” Bucky sat at the kitchen counter sipping on his coffee, still getting accustomed to living in the tower for the last few months.

“Oh, that’s y/n. We call her sunshine cause y’know, she’s like sunshine”

Bucky nodded, remembering the first time he had met you. Steve had snuck you away from the compound for a job that would be off the records. He brought you to a nearly broken down apartment, desperately needing you to help his best friend though he wasn’t sure how you’d respond once you saw who it was. Much to his surprise, you got to work right away, assessing Bucky, asking for his permission before touching him and explaining everything you were doing so he’d feel more comfortable.

Though his body was injured, Bucky remembered the softness of your voice, the way you spoke with kindness, asking him about how he was feeling before doing anything. More importantly, you called him by his name as you spoke. You knew who he was and you were still there keeping him alive. He felt warmth, that someday the world would see him as who he was; James Buchanan Barnes and not the winter soldier. You were his first ray of sunshine that there was hope.

“Suits her”

The next person that had come in looking for you was Sam.

“Where’s Sunshine?” Sam had been tasked with babysitting his nephews, which also meant visiting his sister. He was hoping to drag you along to help him pick some things out for her so he wouldn’t show up with another “Falcon is the best” T-shirt.

“Haven’t seen her all day and I checked her office twice” Tony huffed, settling on cooking a meal himself for a nice dinner in for the date. He recalled a conversation you both had when you said Pepper liked when he did things himself over extravagant gestures.

*3:30 AM*

Bucky woke up screaming, his breath laboured as he frantically looked around at his surroundings. He clutched the sheets, chest heaving as he felt cold sweat run down his neck making his shiver. He dragged himself out of bed; he was never able to sleep after nightmares anyway, deciding to go to the kitchen for a snack instead.

Bucky was surprised when he found you sitting at the counter sipping tea, with a large fuzzy grey blanket draped over you. You looked so cuddly and soft like a koala bear, it made him smile.

“Why are you up at this time doll?

You looked up at him startled, as he pulled you out of your thoughts. Your face softened when you saw him,

“Wasn’t able to sleep. I’m hoping the chamomile tea will help though, shall I make you some?”

Bucky shook his head, mostly because he didn’t want you to move when you looked so cozy.

“It won’t even take 2 minutes, at the very least it’ll help you relax a little so you can try and get some rest again. I know you don’t get much sleep Bucky” You shrugged the blanket off, grabbing another mug from the shelf.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky moved beside you, watching you add a teaspoon of honey to his tea, just how he liked, something he never mentioned but you knew anyway.

“Of course, anything”

“How are you always smiling, like you’re always just so sweet and happy. It’s beautiful doll, I can see why everyone calls you sunshine”

You tried to keep the smile on your face as you felt your throat start to burn and tighten. Tears had already started spilling down your cheeks, as sobs wracked your body.

Bucky felt pain in his chest, physical pain. It hurt him, he could feel the pain seeing your walls break, seeing the happiness you wore as a beautiful mask collapse.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest. He rubbed your back and stroked you hair, rocking you without saying anything. He never wanted to let you go, fearing you would disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold onto you.

You cried harder feeling the comforting squeeze of his huge arms. You always gave hugs, amazing hugs but the feeling of being held, being protected by someone else was unmatched. To be wrapped and cradled so securely, you clung onto Bucky hoping he would never let go.

“I-it hurts. I-inside, everything h-hurts Bucky. I try so hard, I-I can’t” You tried to speak through sobs, unable to explain the turmoil you battled within yourself. How you never wanted anyone to feel like they didn’t have a safe space to go to. You wanted to give everyone what you didn’t have, what you needed.

Bucky remained silent, resting his chin on top of your head, continuing to rock you in his arms. He thought about every time he had seen you smile, every time you offered him words of hope and comfort, how badly you needed it yourself. He felt his eyes sting, wondering why he never thought to ask you if you were okay, if you needed something.

Your sobs had been rescued to shallow breaths as you struggled to get your breathing back to normal. Bucky pulled back a little to give you some space, his arms still loosely draped around you, wiping your tears away. “Breathe doll, its okay. Focus on me, yeah?”

You nodded as you looked him, his soft expression and gentle hold grounding you. You copied his breaths, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you for breaking down in front of him. He was already dealing with so much; he didn’t need your issues on top of his.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have put all of that on you, I’m so sorry Bu-”

“Y/n stop. You deserve to feel doll, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I’ve never checked in on you to ask how you are. You take care of all of us, God knows we wouldn’t function if we didn’t have you”

You let out a soft chuckle, resting you head on his chest as he stroked your head.

“I just- I don’t want to burden anyone with all this” You moved your hand to wave at your head. “I don’t even understand it myself, I don’t know where to begin”

“Did you know I thought you were sunshine way before I knew others called you that?”

You shook your head, as Bucky continued.

“The day you saved me. You knew who I was and you were still so soft and gentle. You said my name, you were so caring. You gave me hope that one day the world would see me the same way you did; that I wouldn’t always just be a mass murder with a metal arm. I felt so warm like the sun had touched me for the first time. That was all you”

You felt your eyes water again, this time because of Bucky’s words, as you held onto him.

“You don’t have to keep everything inside y/n, I know talking isn’t always the solution, but whatever you need, if I can help you feel a little better, you let me know. I’ll do anything”

“Sometimes I just want a hug”

Bucky smiled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for my sunshine”

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qqtxt · 2 years

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✿ m / '97 / tomorrow x together (txt) / follows back via @an-exotic-writer ✿ a place for me to randomly write blurbs and small bits [📍kflixnet] / [📮 request status: closed!] / [emoji anons]

[!] there might be nsfw content, so please be aware of the disclaimers and proceed with caution. minors do not engage/interact if content is stated to be nsfw.

est.: 23_oct_2022 / updated: 21_sep_2023

📝 note: if there’s something you’re looking for but can’t seem to see it, scroll until the bottom! they could be under the ‘requested’ section which is all at the bottom!

🌸 drabbles masterlist / mini-events, etc...

💟 a love like this_drabbles: [masterlist here] / [tag: #a love like this_drabbles] [status: on-going...]

🍬 500 followers mini fics: [masterlist here] / [announcement] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500] [status: completed!]

🎈1k followers mini fics: [masterlist here] / [announcement] / [tag: #qqtxt: 1k] [status: on-going...]

🌸 mini fics for all members in which i write the same situation for all members individually...

comfort w/ txt [1/5] soobin / [2/5] yeonjun / [3/5] beomgyu / [4/5] taehyun / [5/5] kai

solace w/ txt / [all members] here

little things w/ txt / [all members] here

infatuation w/ txt [1/5] soobin / [2/5] yeonjun / [3/5] beomgyu / [4/5] taehyun / [5/5] kai

love bites w/ txt / [all members] here

apology w/ txt / [all members] here (txt apologising to you) i’m sorry w/ txt / [all members] here (you apologising to txt)

better on you w/ txt / [all members] here

just like the movies w/ txt / [all members] here

jealousy, jealousy w/ txt / [all members] here

a little different w/ txt / [all members] here

presence present w/ txt [1/5] soobin / [2/5] yeonjun / [3/5] beomgyu / [4/5] taehyun / [5/5] kai

shut up and kiss me w/ txt / [all members] here

flowers for flower(boy)s w/ txt / [all members] here

butterflies w/ txt / [all members] / here

two best friends in a room w/ txt / [all members] here complete title: two best friends in a room (they might kiss) (yeah, they just might) (just maybe not now) [tba] (follow up) two new lovers in a room w/ txt / [all members] complete title: two new lovers in a room (who are still best friends) (they might kiss) (yeah, they did)

be mine w/ txt / [all members] here (valentine’s ‘23)

no hand? we got a problem w/ txt / [all members] here

careful pt.1 w/ txt / [all members] (you tending to txt’s injury) careful pt.2 w/ txt / [all members] (txt tending to your injury)

i know i love you w/ txt / [all members] here

can i call you tonight? w/ txt / [all members] here

hold me w/ txt [1/5] soobin / [2/5] yeonjun / [3/5] beomgyu / [4/5] taehyun / [5/5] kai

delicate w/ txt / [all members] here

at ease w/ txt / [all members] here

a star in my eyes w/ txt / [all members] here

[tba] playful birthday w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] drunk confessions, sober feelings w/ txt [1/5] soobin (tba) / [2/5] yeonjun (tba) /[3/5] beomgyu (tba) / [4/5] taehyun (tba) / [5/5] kai (tba)

[tba] the kind of love... w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] lifeline pt.1 w/ txt / [all members] [tba] lifeline pt.2 w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] weird question pt.1 w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] say it back w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] the beauty of mundanity pt.1 w/ txt / [all members] [tba] the beauty of mundanity pt.2 w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] chin up, buttercup w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] let’s go home w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] crush w/ txt / [all members] [tba] a little birdie told me… w/ txt / [all members]

[tba] spa day w/ txt / [all members]

🐰 soobin

[tba] reflection (you are all i see) [fluff, comfort, ? words]

🦊 yeonjun

takes one to know one [fluff, meet-cute-ish, 943 words]

[tba] sweet talk, sweet dreams [soft fluff, ? words]

🐯 beomgyu

it’s 3.33pm at home [fluff, 1.3k words]

tellin’ the world [fluff (with a hint of angst), 3.9k words]

1:11am wish (you’ll stay) [angst to fluff, 18+ (smut), 8.1k words] 1:11am wish (came true) [comfort fluff, angst if you squint, 3.7k words, can be viewed as a follow-up to 1:11am wish (you’ll stay)]

slam dunk, lover boy [comfort fluff, a hint of angst), 1.5k words]

comfort crowd [comfort fluff, 1.4k words]

feed you my love [fluff, silly, cute, 3.1k words]

[tba] windflowers brought me back to you [angst to fluff, exes to lovers, ? words]

[tba] touch, play, pause [fluff, 18+ (smut), ? words]

[tba] drop dead silence [fluff, silly, 3.3k words]

[tba] late night service [comfort fluff, ? words]

[tba] love and attention, now!

[tba] zer0 to her0 (you’re my home) [rockstar!gyu, runawaylovers!au]

🐿 taehyun

here with you [comfort fluff, slight angst, 1.8k words]

🐧 kai

[tba] not so innocent [fluff, 18+ (smut), ? words]

[💌] you have [2] group requests...

close to you w/ txt / [all members] here

bitter dream, sweet reality w/ txt / [all members] here

scent of a lover w/ txt / [all members] here

[📮] you have [9] requests...

[🐰] can’t take my eyes off of you [fluff, 695 words]

[🦊] just one snow angel on my mind... + [🐯] is it cold or is it just me? [fluff, less than 300 words each]

[🐧] embrace [comfort, 838 words]

[🐯] i got you [fluff, 410 words]

[🐧] love you (of course i do) [fluff, comfort, 513 words]

[🐯] accurate depiction + [🦊] got it [fluff, less than 300 words each]

[🦊] just let me love you [fluff, silly, 622 words]

[🐿️] mission failed successfully (?) [fluff, crack, 560 words]

[🐿] i bloom for you (even if you don’t know) [angst, 384 words]

📲 texts.txt_text messages with txt

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [1/?]

_random texts with bf!soobin [2/?]

_random texts with bf!yeonjun [3/?]

_random texts with bf!taehyun [4/?]

_random texts with bf!kai [5/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [6/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [7/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [8/?]

_good morning texts with bf!beomgyu [9/?]

_random texts with bf!beomgyu [10/?]

#itswar (asking them to help you prank another member) with ot5 [11/?]

_confession texts with bff!beomgyu [12/?]

_impromptu trip in the middle of the night w/ ot!5 [13/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!yeonjun [14/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!beomgyu [15/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!soobin [16/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!kai [17/?]

_spamming them with memes of themselves w/ bf!taehyun [18/?]

#txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #kpop scenarios #txt stories #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #txt fanfics #qqtxt #qqtxt: texts

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lewkwoodnco · 7 months

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Masterlist

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝟸00 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸)

Summary: What’s it like having a sleepover with various MHA characters (as their s/o)?

Warnings: Mentions of food

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya

Word Count: 1.3k

These headcanons are part of my 200 Followers “Ice Cream Parlor” event which is still open for requests, so please feel free to read the event rules here and send in your own event headcanon request! :)

♡ Katsuki Bakugo ♡

- Honestly when you first got together with Katsuki you figured sleepovers wouldn’t be a very common thing between the two of you, this man is protective over his beauty sleep and doesn’t like being interrupted for anything so you figured sleepovers would be a hard no from him until the two of you were much older and decided to move in together

- Surprisingly, though, you end up sleeping over at his dorm much more often than you expected at the beginning of your relationship

- He knows that he gets so busy with training and homework that you two don’t get to spend a ton of time together, and he doesn’t want you to feel neglected at all so sleepovers are his way of making up that time with you

- Plus you’re literally the most important person in the world to him, so he likes having you right beside him when you sleep because that’s when you’re the most vulnerable, and it comforts him to know that he’ll be right there to protect you if anything happens

- Sleepovers are pretty much always over at his dorm though, he has everything set up to perfectly fit his sleeping conditions and needs and if those are disrupted then so is his meticulous sleep schedule, so he only comes over to your dorm if you’re like, super sick or something lol

- Typically when you sleep over at Katsuki’s dorm you head over as soon as you’ve finished classes and training for the day, and the moment he returns as well he’s immediately holding on to you in some way

- Katsuki’s not like, overly touchy in public unless he’s feeling jealous or something, but whenever the two of you are alone he pretty much always has his hand on you in some way, usually an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders. He just likes holding you :)

- He’s a big horror movie fan, so if you’re into horror movies (or even if you’ll just tolerate them) then expect a lot of horror movie nights when you have sleepovers lol. Of course he’d never force you to watch any if you’re really not interested, and if you are willing to watch a horror movie with him, then he always “begrudgingly” offers to let you choose the next movie you two watch (except he will get upset if you don’t choose one and will proceed to make you choose because your opinions are just as important as his in this relationship!)

- And we all know that Katsuki’s pretty smart and good at getting his schoolwork done, so if there’s anything that you’re struggling with then he uses sleepovers as his chance to help you out/as a mini tutoring session

- He’s not nearly as aggressive with you as he is with Kirishima or the others, he keeps his temper in check and manages to explain the concepts to you in a straightforward, matter-of-fact way (just without his usual bite or aggression behind it) and he always makes sure you understand completely and feel confident before he leaves you to finish your work

- Katsuki prefers minimal distractions while he sleeps, he keeps the room silent, dark and keeps his bed completely empty aside from one pillow beneath his head and a comforter to cover himself up. But if there’s something you need to help you sleep, like a white noise machine or a stuffed animal, then he’ll keep it in his dorm for you. Ignore his complaints about how he’s “disrupting his sleep for you, you loser”, it’s just his way of showing he cares <3

- Like I mentioned earlier, he likes feeling like he can protect you even while you sleep, meaning sleepovers typically lead to you falling asleep with his arms completely wrapped around you. He’s essentially a human heater, though, so in the warmer months you may end up needing to forgo a comforter so that you can still sleep cuddled up together without completely burning up in your sleep lol

- And don’t expect to be staying up any later than 10PM at the absolute latest in Katsuki’s dorm, even that's pushing how late he’s willing to stay up, but for you he's willing to stay up a little later if you’d like as long as you're cuddled up in bed with him and/or ready to head to bed by 10PM :)

♡ Izuku Midoriya ♡

- Sleepovers are in no way, shape or form a rare occurence when you’re dating Izuku lol, this boy loves you so much and would happily spend every minute of his free time with you, so he’s over at your dorm or you’re over at his constantly

- He honestly doesn’t even care what the two of you do, he’s just so worn down and stressed sometimes after training so hard each day and your presence always washes a wave of serenity and happiness over him <3

- Izuku’s honestly pretty forgetful when it comes to his homework, so when the two of you have sleepovers the first thing you do is usually help him out of his homework. Neither of you really want to do it, but you work together to get your homework done quickly so that you can move on to better ways to spend time together

- Snacks are definitely a big thing with Izuku, though, so he always has plenty for the two of you to share! He’s pretty stocked up with both of your favorite treats in his dorm room, but even if you’re in your dorm he carries plenty in his backpack, so the two of you can snack to your heart’s content

- Izuku’s not a huge gamer or anything, but he likes to play video games when he has the time, and he especially likes playing co-op games so the two of you can play together and you can join in!

- He’s not very picky, whether you like battle royale games or cozy games like Animal Crossing, he’ll play whatever you’re in the mood for as long as the two of you can do it together :)

- Izuku also definitely has a habit of rambling quite a bit when he’s with you, he just feels so comfortable around you that he lets all his thoughts flow out of his mouth even more than he usually would

- It actually leads to some pretty interesting conversations between you two, especially when you stay up extra late together lol. He’s the type to bring up a seemingly simple topic that eventually leads to a long-winded rant from one of you, or a super deep discussion on the meaning of life or something like that hehe

- Izuku’s not very interested in skincare on a daily basis or anything, but if skincare’s something you’re interested in and you have products to spare/want to share them with him? Then of course he’ll join you!

- He loves the feeling of your fingers gently pushing a face mask onto his face or rubbing exfoliator gently into his skin, it makes him feel loved and taken care of <3

- And if you have hair long enough to be brushed/styled, then he really likes to brush through your hair :)

- It’s relaxing and feels nice for you since he’s always extra gentle (he never wants to hurt you, even the slightest bit) and he finds it very relaxing to just brush through your hair, plus it gives him another chance to be close to you :>

- Sometimes he even decides to style it! He’s not the best at it since he’s never really styled his own hair, but the more he does it for you, the better he gets!

- He loves trying out new, fun styles, and you always take a picture of the final look and show it off on social media and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy that you’re proud of the job he did :)

- And when it’s time to go to sleep (pretty much whenever you get tired, Izuku doesn’t have a very strict sleep schedule that he feels the need to follow) the two of you will be cuddled up together without a doubt, though he doesn’t really care who’s holding who. Just as long as you’re all cozy and cuddled up together he’s happy, and he’s able to sleep peacefully knowing you’re safe by his side

- (He also snores just a little bit, but he has the cutest, softest snore that it never keeps you awake and you don’t really mind it, allowing his gentle snores to lull you into sleep beside him)

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daytaker · 3 months

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Trapped together with Belphie for the writing troupe!!

Well, friend, I went and accidentally ended up writing angst with no romantic ship at all. But once I had the idea of rewriting the attic scene from Lesson 16, I couldn't do anything else. Basically, it seems strange to me that Lilith more or less possesses you, the Main Character, both before and after the encounter with Belphie, but does absolutely nothing to try and stop the murder from actually happening. Like, come on, great x 27 grandma, give us a little grace here. (Plus, having him not actually literally kill you would have made the next few chapters way less awkward. I mean, really. Almost killed you? Well so have Levi and Lucifer and Beel...)

(Also I spent 15 story keys to finish the Hide & Seek card of Belphie's since I knew it would come in handy for this. It did.)

What Happened in the Attic

Belphegor & MC/Lilith Genre: Angst, some comfort Word Count: 1.3k CW: Attempted murder?

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

It was all...strange. Not just in the sense that it was a time paradox. For a moment, you weren’t yourself, and you pressed your hand to the spot in the wall where you’d heard Belphegor’s voice. A door appeared; the door you’d seen each time you sneaked up to the attic to talk to the seventh brother. The door you knew by instinct but not by sight. The door… The door… Yes, that’s the door. That’s the door that needed to be opened. You understood. Or…some part of you understood. Or…something inside of you understood.

Lilith understood.

You opened the door with a touch. You stepped inside. And the door behind you vanished.

Without paying that any mind, you looked ahead into the attic room. Sleeping on the bed was your big brother—no… It was Belphegor. He was curled up, hugging a pillow, and mumbling in his sleep. A strange explosion of affection flooded you, nearly bowling you over. You felt tears pressing at the backs of your eyes. Belphie. It was Belphie. You’d missed him so much.

(You barely knew him.)

You’d hoped he’d found happiness. You’d hoped he hadn’t blamed you.

(Blamed you for what?)

“Belphegor,” you said in a foreign voice as you approached the bed.

“Lilith,” mumbled the sleeping demon, stirring. “...Miss you…”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was strange again; somehow outside you, though your lips moved.

Belphie stirred again, opening his eyes and turning his head to face you. And for a moment, he stared at you with a dazed expression that toed the line between astonishment and joy.

“Lilith?” His voice cracked and he reached out to you…

Then it was over. His expression dulled, he withdrew his hand, and he gave you a look of disgust.

“...How did you get in here?”

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly.

Rolling out of bed, Belphegor walked to the spot in the wall where the door sometimes appeared. There was nothing. He ran his fingers over it, he pushed, he kicked it; he rammed into it with his shoulder. Still, nothing.

“How did you get in here?” he demanded again, his voice cracking this time with a sort of desperate rage.

“Lilith.”

The voice was yours, though the inspiration wasn’t. It was true though; you knew it was true.

Belphie, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. Already in tears, his horns and tail seemed to flow from his body like smoke as he stalked towards you. “Don’t… Don’t you dare say that name!” His hands formed tight fists and he clenched his teeth, shaking with rage. “How DARE you say that name!”

You should have been scared. The demon before you was quaking with rage and grief and confusion. A dark energy whirled around him as if he stood at the eye of a hurricane. But you felt nothing but calm.

“Belphie,” you said again. “Lilith let me in.”

“No she didn’t!” he screamed, stepping forward clumsily as tears flowed from his eyes. “Lilith is dead! She’s dead, and it’s all thanks to you! You killed her! You killed…!”

He was on top of you in an instant, his hands on your throat, and big salty tears caught on your tongue. You didn’t struggle. You just…stared at him, with a feeling of deep, aching sorrow.

“Belphie. Big brother.”

The hands were off your throat. Belphegor took a few staggering steps back, his violet eyes wide and disbelieving. “N-No… No! No, no! Witch! Or… Magician! Con artist!”

You coughed, keeled forwards with your hands on your throat as he shouted accusations at you.

“Liar! You’re a liar! H-How dare… How dare you use her voice!”

You take a few more deep breaths before your grip on your throat loosened and you spoke again, looking at Belphegor. “...Do you remember when we played hide and seek? The time when you couldn’t find me? Levi found me before you did, and he told me you were searching everywhere. You were frantic, like you might start crying. You did start crying, before I found you.”

Belphie looked at you distrustfully. His lips were tightly pursed, and his entire posture was guarded and suspicious.

“You were so angry when I found you, I thought you’d never forgive me. But you did. I shouldn’t have been worried about something like that, really. You always forgave me for whatever I did.”

The words kept flowing from your mouth, and Belphegor kept staring at you with this strange look, like he wanted to kill you, or embrace you, or hide from you, but he couldn’t do any of them.

“You told me later you were afraid that I wouldn’t forgive you for leaving me alone so long. You thought I was hiding on purpose to punish you. You should have known better than that too, dummy.”

Belphie’s lips moved. There was a short, sharp intake of air. His gaze darted to the floor.

“...I have nightmares about that game sometimes,” he murmured. “Well… something that feels like that game, at first. But I’m searching for you in the House of Lamentation, and I can’t remember where your room is. I come looking for you in the attic, and Lucifer stops me from reaching the top of the stairs, and he tells me that you’re dead. He tells me I’ll never see you again.”

Belphegor’s lips moved again, as silently as earlier, and his face slowly contorted. It was ugly to see; heartbreaking to see.

“Why can’t you come back and find me?” he finally whispered. “Why can’t you forgive me like last time?”

His horns and tail faded away as he curled up on the floor, his head in his hands, and he looked less like a demon and more like a frightened child. You knelt down before him. …Lilith knelt down before him, you supposed. You were just along for the ride.

“I’m sorry, Belphie,” you said softly. “I’m sorry I can’t come back and find you. It’s too late for that. But I forgive you.”

Belphegor looked up at you with red-rimmed eyes, his expression tired and heart-breakingly lonely. “...Forgive me…?”

“For showing me the human world. For surviving the war. You don’t need my forgiveness for any of that, but if you want it, I’ll give it to you.” You reached a hand out, and Belphie took it, a few silent tears spilling down his cheeks as he stared vacantly past me. “Belphie… This isn’t what I wanted for you. You loved the human world. We shared that together. So why…?”

“If it wasn’t for those…humans, you’d be with me now! How can you say that?”

“I am with you now. I never left you.”

“...Sentimental and stupid. I never thought I’d hear something like that from you.”

You laughed. Belphie smiled slightly.

“Don’t hate what I love, just because I loved it.” You touched his cheek tenderly. “I made my own choices. The Celestial Realm punished me. The human world must have made for an easy scapegoat, but nothing more than that. You know that, Belphie.”

“I still hate them.”

“Fine. But don’t kill them. They’re my family, Belphie. Just like you. I love you, Belphegor.”

“I love you, Lilith.”

Within a few seconds, the magic was gone. You felt yourself emptied of something, and Belphie’s look of serenity faded from his face. Withdrawing your hand from his cheek, you stood and looked at the attic wall.

The door stood open.

Belphie’s eyes were fixed on the same thing.

You extended a hand to him, and for a moment, he hid his face. You heard a quiet sniffle. Then, he took your hand and let you pull him to his feet.

Neither of you ever really discussed what happened in the attic that day. Neither of you understood it. But Belphie spent long hours there afterwards, despite it having been his prison for so long.

You thought you might know why.

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ell0ra-br3kk3r · 10 months

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Monkey business" - Druig x Reader

[TW: catcalling, physical fight, soft dark Druig vibes?]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: Druig gets protective when a bold man foolishly decides to step over a line. Who knew he could actually be intimidating?

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

A/N: is mob!Druig a thing? Because it makes me feel a little silly tbh

Druig was capable of controlling the minds of not only others but also himself - always collected, if a little cocky. As far as you knew, there was nothing that could make him lose his composure. So as it always is with human certainty, fate does its best to break it.

As one might have expected, it was you who convinced Druig to take a few days off, let the commune run on its own and for the two of you to truly have time for each other. To some extent, you had reasonable suspicions that he agreed to the little getaway just to make you stop pestering him about it. Or it just took him a little while to realize how much you needed to spend some time exclusively with him. And that's how you ended up strolling through the streets of Dublin, admiring a reality much different from yours. For the first time in your life, having spent so long in the Amazonian rainforest, the chill wind felt good brushing against your face.

Maybe he wasn't going to admit it to you, at least not in public, but if a getaway meant he got to see you dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top, Druig was willing to go for little trips with you a lot more often.

You were sipping on a green tea and peach bubble tea, a drink you swore by, and guiding him in the direction of some old church you wanted to see. Druig found it amusing that you would call early medieval architecture "old" right in his face.

"You're not old, love," you would say. "You're mature, vintage, like fine wine. Classy and timeless like all the other best things in the world."

The promenade was filled with people, each person moving on with their mundane, little life. Druig was enjoying that moment of anonymity, the lack of interest or expectations directed at either of you. He felt physically lighter when an entire community of people wasn't relying on him day by day.

Relative anonymity, to be exact. Yes, to his utmost displeasure you were garnering some attention and not of the innocent, curious type. He was used to staying back, quietly and closely watching as events unfolded to calmly decide the best approach, so Druig quickly noticed each gliding stare that stuck to you a little longer than he thought was acceptable. But he wasn't too surprised by that, not in the slightest - people were always interested in you, although you seldom noticed just how many did.

An unbearable, restless feeling sat in his stomach as he noticed a group of men clearly preoccupied with watching you, occasionally whispering something to one another. Dressed in faux gold and knock-off designer goods, they almost looked presentable. Their dark gaze followed each of your movements like vultures circling a dying prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew that look, knew what thoughts hid behind it - mainly because once he wore it too, before that fateful day when he kissed you against a tree.

Considering the alarmed gut feeling he couldn't shake off, Druig might as well have been gifted with the ability to look into the future:

"I've got something else you can suck on!"

Druig felt your fingers squeeze his hand but, otherwise, you seemed unmoved by the unsavoury comment. Almost as if it wasn't the first time. He may have been beyond angry at the disgusting comment but the notion that it wasn't the first time, that someone had the guts to be so disrespectful to you, made him blindly furious.

"Hey, fopdoodle, that's no way to talk about a lady!" Druig yelled back. "Apologize."

"Gettin' pissy 'bout a joke? Where's ya humour, lad?" The man and his knockoff-wearing friends cackled.

"Right by the respect for women. Two things you seem to lack."

"Wanna fight me, little man?" the man asked while opening his arms - the universal invitation to a brawl. His friends were standing still as if their only role in that carry-on was to create an artificial mob.

But Druig refused to fight as a principle. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wasn't going to raise a weapon. When the matter regarded you, however, he could never quite stick to his resolution but that quirk transpired into every aspect of his life: he waited for you to fall asleep first, you ate first and he shared his thoughts only after you've said whatever was gnawing at your mind. It seemed as if all of his care and attention was devoted to you and he had simply no more left to spend on himself.

Maybe it sounded horrible to some degree but you weren't worried for Druig, even if the men he was standing up to were physically bigger than him. He was this immortal, space demi-god, how could a mediocre mortal ever equal him in any way, shape or form? Besides, being capable of mind control meant that he could, quite obviously, omit a fight altogether should he want to.

"I don't have to."

"Oi, you're just chicken shit. Hey, pretty lady." The man's attention was once again on you. Druig shifted his body to cover you more and you couldn't be entirely sure whether it was conscious. 'Scared' was the last thing he was. "I'll treat you better than that chicken shit."

"Come on, Druig." You paid no attention to the taunting. "Let's just go."

He looked at you for a moment. Druig's face seemed to soften for a second when he noticed the resignation in your eyes. Then he squinted and took a ragged breath.

The situation took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye:

Suddenly, one of the man's accomplices held his arms behind him while the other began landing sucker punches to his abdomen and chest. Druig was just standing there, his hands behind his back and you didn't need anything else to know that it was his doing. Although you weren't fond of him committing violence, you knew better than to start a fight about that - he was just one of those people who did whatever they set their mind to. The first time he needlessly escalated a situation like that, you were left completely baffled, never expecting such a collected man to have it in him. As time went by and you got to know Druig better, you realized it wasn't that there was some restless malice sitting deep in his viscera. The fact was that he cared, more than you were capable of imagining, maybe even more than he was letting himself feel. Perhaps there was a moment when the amount of affection and worry he had for you was simply overwhelming and he knew no other way to express it; like his body was experiencing such gut-wrenching sorrow or love that it turned to violence to hopefully get rid of the source of those unbearable sensations.

After a good few minutes of relentless punching, the man was basically hanging on his arms that were still tightly held by his, now zombie-like, friend. With a chilling calmness in his step, Druig approached the panting, groaning man. He leaned down to the man's face, their noses nearly touching. The audacious guy moved his face away from Druig in fear.

"Where's ya humour, lad?" Druig asked with mockery spilling out of each spoken word. He was staring at the frightened face of the once too-bold man, basking in his pathetic desperation. "Don't you dare talk to her like that," he whispered to the man. He patted the guy's cheek condescendingly before walking away.

Druig's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His warm hand ghosted over your hip. You felt his lips place a long kiss on your head before he spoke:

"So where were we going?"

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forjongseong · 1 year

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after last night // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 6 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, suggestive // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; mentions of sex // wc: ~1.3k sorry I got carried away

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summary: on a business trip abroad, you decide to let Jay relax for the night.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 6! this one takes place somewhere between part 2 and 3, and before CEO!yn professes her love for Jay.

now I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I haven't been pumping out that much content because the past few weeks were not it for me. I do think I want to release a .5 part before Christmas, though, so maybe stay tuned for that!

and for today's song inspiration:

let's be real, sec!Jay probably loved CEO!yn way before this episode, but maybe this small gesture of affection totally solidified his feelings for her.

taglist: @jaylaxies @jayked @thots4hee @nyanggk @end-hyphen @yoursjaeyun @maggstar

Ever since the eventful day when Jay kissed you and created a turning point in your relationship, you had been looking forward to business trips more than usual. At first, they were purely for professional purposes—meetings with partners and clients from around the world and flying from one city to another. Now, they are still the same, but the added spice of your lovely secretary sleeping with you in every hotel room makes it even better.

The two of you were in Tokyo this time, and if it weren’t for Jay’s native-level Japanese skills, there would be two more people in your hotel room right now. You asked Jay to join you in your presidential suite, which was not what he booked for you, but courtesy of your partners in the city.

Jay was making himself comfortable on the sofa in front of the TV, taking out his laptop and placing it carefully on the coffee table. He followed your movements as you took a mini tour of the suite, and as you disappeared into the bedroom, he shrugged and opened his laptop. He stared at the screen in content, calmly scrolling the trackpad with his fingers.

That is until you let out a loud gasp from the bathroom.

“Boss?” He called out, standing up at the same time. “Everything okay?”

He did not hear a response from you, so he rushed to where you were, only to find you standing in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom was half the size of the bedroom, which was already huge on its own, and it had a large bathtub installed right in the middle. The wall had floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and you could see the sun slowly disappearing into the horizon.

“Isn’t this the most gorgeous bathroom you’ve ever seen?” You asked, acknowledging his presence but not taking your eyes off the view.

“Is that why you gasped?” Jay asked back, his tone sounding slightly judgmental.

You turned around and glared at him, annoyed that he wasn’t appreciating the beauty that was the interior design of the room you were both standing in.

“It’s huge,” Jay said in defeat.

“That’s what she said,” you muttered.

Jay snorted and you just chuckled as you walked towards the bathtub. It was so white and pristine and all you wanted to do was to relax and have a bubble bath in it.

“Remind me about our schedule,” you said, making your way to the bathroom counters to check the toiletries. “Score! They have Byredo.”

It never ceased to amaze Jay the way you were just completely in awe of any luxurious item you encounter as if you couldn’t buy them yourself. He answered you without even checking his phone.

“Activities don’t start until tomorrow. We’re meeting with Mr. Fujioka for lunch, and from then on it will be visits to the company and sites.”

You nodded and brought your wrist up to your chest, checking the time. Jay found it unusual and endearing, the way you always wore your watch on your left wrist and having it face inside. He remembered that you once said that it was your mother who taught you to wear it that way.

“So we don’t have anywhere we need to be right now?” You asked him again for confirmation.

Jay looked at you and nodded, and with that, you immediately pressed the bathtub plug shut and turned on the water.

“Time to relax,” you said, smiling at him.

The huge bathtub took minutes to fill up, and while you were waiting for it, you noticed how Jay was completely immersed in whatever he was doing on his laptop. His brows were knitted, and he had his hand near his mouth, occasionally biting on his fingers whenever something stressed him out too much. You then noticed how his hair was slightly disheveled, and he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

You walked back to the bathroom and turned off the water just in time. The bathtub was not full, but you deemed it enough for a person to submerge in it. You took your blouse off, and instead of getting rid of your dress pants, you rolled them up to your knees. You then looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied your hair up into a ponytail before walking back out to the living room.

“Jay,” you called. “Take a break.”

“Okay,” he replied, not looking at you yet. The moment he set his laptop back on the table, he noticed you topless and your pants rolled up. The view intrigued him, but he couldn’t do anything except tilt his head.

“Come on, your bath is ready.”

“My… bath?” Jay questioned as you disappeared into the bathroom again.

When Jay appeared by the door, he saw you dragging the ottoman from the vanity table and placing it on one side of the bathtub.

“Get in before the water gets cold again,” you demanded. “Face that way.”

Jay had a thousand questions in his head, but at this point, he was just too afraid to ask. He undressed quietly while you went to the shower to grab the shampoo, and then you walked to the bathroom counter to get some of your own hair treatment minis. When you turned around, Jay was already halfway submerging himself in the water.

“You’re not going to join me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “There’s plenty of room here.”

You chuckled before leaning in to kiss his lips. “You need this more than I do.”

The sky had turned dark at this point, and instead of having the bathroom fully lit, you opted to just leave the lights by the mirror on, creating a dim and cozy ambiance. You set yourself on the ottoman, putting the little bottles beside your feet.

“Grab the shower head for me, please,” you said after tapping Jay gently on the shoulder.

You ran the water through Jay’s hair and left it wet enough for you to put shampoo on. Jay was quiet the whole time, and as he melted into your touch he started leaning towards the edge of the tub. You noticed that his neck might get uncomfortable, so you stood up hastily to grab a towel, folded it twice, and then put it behind his neck.

“God,” Jay muttered under his breath. Your fingers were skillfully massaging his scalp, and the scent of shampoo was just as pleasant. “This feels so good.”

You just chuckled as you continued to shampoo his hair. He felt like talking would disrupt the serenity, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut, except for a couple of moans of pleasure. You really tried your best not to blush or to hold in your laughter, swearing that you had never heard Jay moan that much before.

While letting the conditioner sit in, your hands traveled down towards Jay’s shoulders, massaging him there. Jay sighed and brought one hand to touch yours.

“It’s not every day you get a massage from your boss, huh?” You squeezed his hand before he let go and let you do your thing.

“I’m in heaven right now,” he said, barely a whisper. You laughed softly at his remark.

Once you were done washing his hair, you stood up and picked up all the stuff from the floor, telling Jay to rinse off well. He merely shifted in the tub and stared at you through the mirror.

“I really thought you were going to join me,” he said with a pout. It took everything in you not to jump him right then and there.

“A simple thank you would be nice, you know.”

“Thank you,” Jay said. After seeing how you continued to put away your toiletries on the counter, he commented again. “But are we having sex tonight or not?”

“Oh, we are,” you answered, staring back at him through the mirror. As you continued to speak, you unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. “I’m prepping you for it.”

Jay chuckled lowly, covering his face and wetting it in the process as he knew he was already blushing from your simple actions. You made a mental note to spoil Jay more often, as you were certain that he deserved it as much as you do.

-END-

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beelicious-and-fictitious · 1 year

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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˚₊·˚ “babes” | ot7 ˚₊·˚

↬ pairing: ot7 x reader ↬ genre: fluff | drabbles | scenarios ↬ warnings: none ↬ w/c: 1.3k ↬ requested by: 🤍 ↬ request was: Hihii I was wondering if you could do enhypens reaction to calling them things like baby or my love in your native language (excluding English and Korean) ↬ a/n (a few things !!)

since i clearly don’t what “my love” in everyone’s native language “babes” is the place holder word and you can imagine it as whatever “my love / love” is in your language !! also i haven’t done an ot7 post in a while so these might be kinda bad and lowkey might not make any sense 💔

also, the 500 followers event is closed (unless you decide to send one in tonight then i’ll still write it 👀 !! ) but somehow we hit 800 followers today !! how this blog managed to get like 200 followers while i was ia is beyond me 😭

but thank you everyone 🥺 i’ll be writing requests from the 500 followers throughout the week and responding to asks as well <33

˚₊·˚♤˚· lee heeseung ˚₊·˚♤˚·

late one night you and hee are laying in bed, unable to sleep so you ask him,

“babes, wanna eat some ramen?” he’s like yes, ramen !! but wait,

“babes?” he asks. “isn’t that fish in russian?” (like that whole “te amo” means “i love you” in tagalog / filipino even though it actually means ‘i love you’ in spanish. but yeah, he’d probably think it was something completely different in another language lmao) once you realized what you just called him you tell him,

“it doesn’t mean fish, it means love in [insert your language].” the dots connect in his head and all of a sudden,

“i babes you,” you hear. you can’t help but smile at him and laugh a little because,

“that’s not how the grammar works, but at least you tried.” from then on if he wanted something from you he’d do aegyo and would say.

“babes, please !!”

˚₊·˚✎˚· park jongseong / jay | self indulgent jay mini fic somewhat related to this req ˚₊·˚✎˚·

you’re chilling with jay one day and all of a sudden,

“hey, babes can you hand me the remote?” you ask. suddenly he’s frozen in place, looking at you like,

“did you just call me love in [insert your language]?” you look at him, slightly tilting your head to the side and you’re all like,

“huh, i guess i did.” in his head, his mind is going crazy because what ?? you l-word him ?? but then you’re just like,

“wait, how do you know what that word means?” and then he gets all flustered and begins to ramble.

“i went on a YouTube spiral at four am, and, uh… uhh… yeah, i just heard it. it sounded unique so i sorta just remembered.”

“when?”

“like, a few weeks ago.”

“what were you watching?”

“the basics to [insert your language] 101.” you’re shocked but not really since jay is basically a language genius. but now your heart feels all fuzzy and warm because he’s learning your language.

˚₊·˚ ✁˚· sim jaeyun / jake ˚₊·˚ ✁˚·

if anything, you probably didn’t call him babes first. why? because you said it to layla. you stopped by jake’s place before the both of you went to your parent’s place. since you haven’t seen layla in a while, she instantly captured your attention (like she so rightfully deserves).

“babes, i missed you!” you say as you smile while petting her and seeing her tail wag in happiness. jake looks at the sight of the two loves of his life and can’t stop the way his heart flutters a little. he doesn’t want to ruin the moment but he wants your attention so he ends up sort of sitting on the ground next to layla and peeks up at you with wide eyes and a smile.

“babes?” he asked. you end up also sitting on the floor, layla settling onto your lap,

“it means love in [insert your language].” he frowns,

“you said you love layla before saying you love me?”

“who says i love you?” he gets kind of pouty because he knows that you love but he wants to hear it. some time passes and when you’re at your parent’s house, you’re talking to them and you tell them in [insert your language],

“i love jake.” he hears the word and his name in the same sentence. so he takes a chance and using the same sentence you said but with your name he says,

“i love ___.”

˚₊·˚ ❆˚· park sunghoon ˚₊·˚ ❆˚··

it probably slipped out in a moment of panic while the two of you were ice skating. sometimes you slipped into [insert your language] due to a surge of various emotions, sometimes anger, fear, or frustration. sunghoon had asked if you wanted to go on a date to the new rink that just opened and you said yes because ice skating with hoon, how could you miss the opportunity ?? he was holding your hand and skating to your pace trying to teach you how to ice skate. but somewhere down the line, he ended up letting go without you realizing it (like when you ride a bike and the person behind you holding the bike lets go !!) so you turn around, eyes wide at the distance between you and sunghoon and you’re like,

��YAH, BABES YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET GO,” and all of a sudden you lose your balance. thankfully, sunghoon being the great skater that he is manages to get to you and holds so you so that you don’t fall. you’re clutching onto his jacket, trying to catch your breath, “i hate you,” you mutter. he smiles as he moves your hair to get out of your face,

“yeah, keep telling yourself that. wait? what does babes mean?” he asks.

“it means love in [insert your language].” suddenly, ice king composure melts. heart going a hundred miles a minute. mind is all like wait what? he accidentally loses his footing and balance, falling while taking you down with him but you’re fine since you landed on top of him.

“are you ok, babes?” he asks to at least try and keep some cool because even though you’re in an ice skating rink, it suddenly feels as if things just got a hundred degrees hotter.

˚₊·˚❂˚· kim sunoo ˚₊·˚❂˚·

he had been interested in learning about your language and culture, mostly for the food… but a+ for effort, right? he would often ask you, “what does this mean?” “what does that mean?” that kind of stuff, since he was genuinely curious. he picked up a few words here and there, occasionally using a word that he knew in a sentence while talking to you. your family asked you to bring him over for a family gathering / party situation sometimes it felt like they liked him more than you. you were sitting down with a plate of food,

“babes, can you hand me a napkin?” suddenly, your and sunoo’s ears are filled with the sounds of “OOO” and your family begins teasing you. to yourself, you’re just like, did i really just call sunoo… but when you look at sunoo his smile is the widest it’s ever been

“you called me love, matji, matji?” (matji meaning like “right” in korean, idk it just felt right to spell that out here ok anyways)

“how did… how did you know?” and he does that thing where he kind of giggles,

“you just confirmed it!”

˚₊·˚✧˚· yang jungwon ˚₊·˚✧˚·

one night jungwon was dropping you off to the front of your doorstep to make sure you got home safe and sound. you were trying to be cute and said,

“saramhae” (saram means person in korean, but what you really meant to say was, “saranghae” which means i love you in korean). jungwon then does that thing where he smirks at you, tilting his head slightly, and he says,

“nado saramhae, babes.” (so like “i love you too, [love in insert your language]” but it’s saramhae because that’s what you said at first) but then,

“babes?” you ask. he plays it off by saying,

“i’m the leader, i need to learn how to communicate in different languages for engenes.” but really it’s just secret language learner pt. 2 exposed.

˚₊·˚⍢˚· nishimura riki / ni-ki ˚₊·˚⍢˚·

ni-ki’s head was on your lap, eyes closed since he was taking a nap and decided your lap was the best thing to claim as his pillow. you needed to get up so to wake him, you poked his cheeks,

“ni-ki,” you said. nothing.

“riki-ah?” this time as more of a question while lightly patting his hair. also nothing.

“babes, if you don’t wake up i’m gonna shove you off my lap.” suddenly, his eyes open and he looks up at you which causes you to jump back in your seat slightly.

“bae-ehbs?” he asks, trying to sound out the word.

“uh huh.”

“wait doesn’t that mean, love?”

“no… it means pabo,” you reply playfully. (pabo meaning like dum dum / stupid in korean, but it’s not meant to sound offensive here !!)

“no it means ‘love’ jay hyung told me about that word when i started dating you.”

“well, if you knew then why’d you ask?”

“wait, so it actually does mean love?”

“you just said jay told you!”

“yeah but i didn’t believe him.” at the confirmation of the word’s true meaning, he feels happy and kind of giddy at the new name he’s earned for himself from you. like heeseung, he’d use it to get something that he wants from you but instead of aegyo it’s more like teasing.

↬ a/n pt. 2 + semi tmi: i speak two languages and i suck at both, english and my parent’s native language. two & a quarter if you count the bare minimum of spanish i learned from taking it during the first two years of high school and the few words of korean i picked up from kdramas lmao 😭

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!

hihi ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i love writing for kidd, he’s so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading 💛💕

1k words (it wasn’t my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it’s there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc that’s how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & that’s how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't 💕)

it’s not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didn’t think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isn’t immune to that behavior.

a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. you’re determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.

after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kidd’s lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. he’d meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.

now you’re gone.

it’s a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wire’s hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesn’t like that you left the party early, and he doesn’t like that he’s a little bit miserable because you’re not with him right now.

it’s foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but it’s not enough to make him turn back around.

when he finds your backdoor unlocked — a nasty habit that he can’t believe you refuse to correct — a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didn’t bother locking the door because you knew he’d eventually make his way over — you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.

and because he’s incapable of stealth when he’s annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.

the man’s stomach is an abyss, you’re quite sure of it now.

“there are plates, y’know,” you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, “and napkins too.” since it’s obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesn’t see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that — which is possibly why he keeps doing it.

“didn’t feel like using them.”

his answer should annoy you, but it doesn’t; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesn’t go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.

“why do you keep leaving that door unlocked?”

you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize he’s serious. “you ask me that all the time,” you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. “and what do i always say?” you place your hands on his chest — soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.

because you like to do that — touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except it’s hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.

when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. it’s in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him — the decision is rash, and he hasn’t thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.

your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.

he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally he’s just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know you’ll be lonely when kidd leaves — more unpleasant feelings that you can’t seem to keep hidden.

you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you — slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.

“come with me,” he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know you’re so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. “why?”

you wish he’d let this go — but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad he’s pressing the issue. “because…” you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kidd’s stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like he’s trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but you’re panting when you speak again.

“w-what if you get tired of me?” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.

kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “is that all?” a ridiculous fear, but he can’t really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.

you want to tell him that you’re being very serious, but don’t get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; he’s just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.

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seokmins · 3 years

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Hi Ezra! :) I’ll request 138. “Not everyone is out to get you.” Maybe with The8/Minghao?

【ᴰʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ˢⱽᵀ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳᵖᵒˢᵗ】

💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Xu Minghao x female!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Minor angst if you squint, Rivals!au, Artist!au 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: T 💬 ⓌⒸ: 1.3k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Tis a lil bit suggestive in the beginning 😈, IDK cocky minghao is sexci, Closet shenanigans and seventeen lowkey being chaotic bros in the subplot.

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Omg, hi Joce!! I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it ~ I hope it makes sense shdfjdks. Shockingly, there are no swear words 🤯 Sorry it got kinda long hsdfsdk 138. “Not everyone is out to get you.”

“Not everyone is out to get you.”

The first time those words were said, Minghao had you pressed against the wall in a hidden corridor of the art gallery away from prying eyes. A hand was temptingly placed on your hip only inches above the slit that ran up the side of your sleek black dress. His lips were curled in a smug grin and hovered daringly in front of yours, staring at you with those smoldering brown irises.

You let him lean in as close as he dared, relishing in the undeniable power play that constantly flipped between the two of you. It was like a scale swinging back and forth between two entities, never staying on one side for too long. There could never be a balance between you and Minghao for it was that exact rush of adrenaline keeping you two at each other’s throats.

It should’ve been yours. The throngs of people that had flocked to the art gallery more than two hours before the event started all wound up in front of your painting. Murmurs of appreciation and awe for your masterpiece — and you — could be heard even above the rapid clicks of the cameras. Dressed to the nines, you still maintained a modest smile despite the insurmountable amount of pride you rightfully felt.

That was until he appeared.

Dressed as if he’d just left an intense make-out session and hadn’t bothered to straighten his collar, Minghao still managed to look tasteful. Taking off his obnoxious aviator sunglasses and twirling them, he had the courtesy to gaze at your painting before acknowledging your presence with a quirk of his eyebrow. Tonguing the inside of his cheek, he sauntered away, effectively encouraging the chattering crowd to follow him to the center of the gallery where his painting was displayed in all its colorful glory.

You felt a chilling coldness settle in your bones. It wasn’t from the sudden lack of attention. No. It was the numbing sensation of loss as the dean handed Minghao a gold-encrusted envelope. There was no doubt what it contained and with a swish of your skirts and clack of your heels, you stalked away from where the Golden Boy was surrounded in all of his glory. Shining brighter than the flashes that were aggressively going off to memorialize his acceptance.

It was only seconds later that he came after you.

That was how you two ended up in this position, not that it was anything new. The push-and-pull, a cat-and-mouse game, the predator and its prey. Now just who was who?

“Running away already, [Y/N]? That’s so unlike you.”

“What do you want, Minghao?”

“You.”

Threading your fingers through his long brown locks to gently tug at them only seemed to encourage the man to close the gap between your lips. You heard Minghao’s breath hitch slightly at the way you caressed the side of his face and just when his eyes were almost closed as he wet his lips, you used the palm of your hand to shove him away.

Stumbling to the side with curses as colorful as the art surrounding you, the way he staggered to catch his balance almost made it look like you had slapped him. In fact, the mini triumph you felt was enough to take just the edge off the pulsating anger burning within.

“What the — ”

“Not everyone is out to get you,” you hissed. “Most of all, me.”

Minghao rubbed his neck with a frown on his face. “I know that… I know that very well.”

“Then stop messing around.”

“Well, gee, thought you’d want me to be distracted.”

“I want you to be serious.”

“I am serious,” he stated a strange conviction and eyes that held an indecipherable emotion. “I’m more serious than I’ve ever been.”

You could hear the footsteps of the journalists as they rushed to find out where the star painter of the night had disappeared. There were only a few minutes before someone accidentally stumbled upon the two of you.

“Good, then prove it. Get so serious so I can take you down while you’re at the top of your game.”

With that bold threat, you figured your time was almost up. Full of a mix of emotions, you rushed out towards the main area, missing the way Minghao watched you with a lopsided smile as a rookie columnist burst out of nowhere calling his name.

“Not everyone is out to get you.”

The next time you said those words, it had a very different context. This time it was Minghao running his hands through his own hair. If you had cared, you would’ve been worried he might tear it through his exasperation.

It was awkward. The both of you were stuck in a confined space days before the final competition of your last semester. Tensions were already high between the two of you on a normal basis but it was getting progressively worse, especially since that last time. That’s probably why the art club had “accidentally” locked you in the art supplies closet. It was a makeshift get-along t-shirt since they’ve still failed to buy one after all these years.

“They all want me to suffer. I’m sure Hoshi’s laughing so hard right now.”

“Yes, it’s insufferable and so are they but I’ve barely said but two words to you so it can’t be that bad. Besides, I’m not the one that’s put a dent in the door — you’re going to have to pay for that you know?”

“I’m already paying for it. All of my sins, right here. Right now.”

You rolled your eyes, opting to fall silent again. Minghao only complained the more you talked to him and you realized he could indeed be a drama king.

Little did you know, he was having a hard time not going crazy being surrounded by your gentle, flowery perfume filling the small space. A sharp contrast to your prickly attitude.

“I hate them. They hate me. Everyone’s out to get me. Like I’m not already having a hard enough time as it is.”

“Not everyone is out to get you,” you sighed, “only I am. Those fools love you too much to have it out for you.”

A small smile relaxed his tense form. “You’re right. They set this up because they love me.”

“Yeah, whatever… pretty sure they’re just tired of walking on eggshells. So… shall we call a truce?”

You stuck out your hand only for him to frown.

“A truce?”

“… I know you’ve been struggling with all the expectations from the school. Doesn’t mean I’m not still determined to take your crown this round but I want to win against your best. And if that means putting aside our differences until the comp, I’m willing to alleviate the pressure on my end.”

Minghao’s mouth was open before it curved into a lazy smirk. “Wow… does that mean you’ll finally go on a date with me?”

You heard the click of the door unlock and then giggling whispers.

“Do it, say yes [Y/N].”

“You know you want to, come on!”

“He’s been asking you out for years now.”

“Hao painted that stupid cactus because he said it reminded him of you.”

“Y’all are so whipped for each other, you don’t even realize it.”

“Please just go out already. Please. I’m begging you. Lord above, please bless us — ”

“Okay, fine! Fine!” You threw your hands up in irritation before pointing your finger at a rather flustered Minghao. “One date. That’s it. Then all of you leave me alone!”

Recovering quite quickly, always ever the cool one, your very attractive archnemesis wrapped his hand around your still-pointed one. With a coy grin, he maneuvered it so you were in a handshake, sealing the truce proposed before.

“I’ll accept as many truces as you offer if you go on a date with me in exchange.”

“Tch. You’d better not get soft and let me win. I still want to fight fair and square.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, cutie.”

“Minghao!”

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the-darklings · 3 years

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Heyyy, I honestly love your writing and was wondering can we have more Clara x reader, please??

what if I told you I have an entire E-rated mini-series half done for clara x reader set in an original world???

but yes, always, always yes for her.

pairing: clara (v) x f!reader

wc: 1.3k+

verse: coa; post the hunt, pre-john's wedding

notes: reader is part of the continental staff

“You’re back.”

Words slip past your lips without you meaning to say them; more of a strained exclamation of surprise than a casual greeting.

The woman halts in her tracks (is she limping?) and rotates her neck. Lips pressed in a bloodless line, the Vipress’ wan expression slices into you like a dull knife. Her chestnut hair hangs limp and soggy with water around her face. Her jaw rigid and her body tense.

Dark eyes squint at you, scanning, and you note the way her deft fingers twitch against her thigh, fighting back an impulse to reach for a weapon. You heard about the Hunt. Heard about all the awful things she was put through before eventually settling with Camorra. There were rumours about their protection being extended towards her. Some say she slept her way into it, namely through Santino D’Antonio who you have to admit has an intense interest in her. Others say she agreed to be Giovanni’s spy, others believed it was all a ploy by Viggo Tarasov to unleash a snake inside the Italian ranks.

Truth is you don’t believe any rumours you’ve heard about her. You recall a woman who used to shadow John Wick with a grin sharper than her blades. But she never struck you as conniving or cruel. She’d been… kind. Kinder than most people you’ve dealt with. In such subtle, unexpected ways. Gratitude few extend for those beneath them, inquiring about your day, or idle conversation. You often wondered if she was lonely. As lonely as you. If that’s why she was so kind.

Everyone wears a mask, but the Vipress always allowed you to see more. Or used to.

A permanent cloud of restless misery seems to hang over her since her ill-fated trip to Tokyo—another pool of rumours swirling around that particular event—and you can’t recall seeing a single smile since.

You miss it. Crinkled eyes and scrunched nose. Rare but potent joy. Infectious in its intensity. She…

Swallowing, you venture closer, risking a soft, “Are you injured?”

Her black clothes drip with water but you don’t comment on the steadily growing pool of water beneath her feet. Her expression doesn’t so much as shift. Stony and untrusting.

“Is Winston in?”

Rough words, her voice scratchy with tension. Her eyes scan briefly behind you, anticipating a danger she shouldn’t. You doubt Winston would ever allow anyone to disobey the Continental rules, much less when in relation to her.

“No, he…” you trail off, still staring at her. “He has your room key. I’m afraid you can’t get in until he returns. You need a change of clothes. I have some spares if you like? You’ll catch a cold otherwise. You’re soaked to the bone.”

A mirthless, half-smile crosses her face, twisting her expression into a pained grimace you hate. She doesn’t suit it. When was she bled of her fiery, snarky humour you always admired? Found secretly hilarious?

“Figures,” she mutters under her breath, glancing behind herself. An empty hallway greets her but you note how her shoulders loosen slightly, forcing a soft sigh out of her lungs. “Sure. I appreciate it.”

Giving her a weak smile, you gesture for her to follow after you. You count to five before her light footsteps register behind you. Your skin tingles as you walk, feeling her intent stare at the back of your neck. Your heels make it even harder to keep an even gait but you succeed. Charon taught you better than that.

Spine straight, you walk proudly ahead, one of the deadliest women in this city trailing after you. Questions bubble in your chest, tingling your tongue but you bite your cheek to keep them locked away. Vipress looks no better than a caged animal right now—the last thing you want to do is add to her troubled, exhausted state.

It’s not long before you reach the staff wing, unlocking the spare laundry room connecting with your new office. Your heels click while you move across the space, pulling out a new pair of jeans, a jumper and undergarments. Simple, standard clothes Continental provides free of charge to its patrons in case their previous clothes are destroyed beyond repair.

You can’t hear her while you shuffle around, but you certainly feel her presence. Prey is always aware of predators even if they can’t see them.

“You’re no longer working in housekeeping,” she speaks suddenly, a question there.

You nearly jump out of your skin, tightening your hold on the bundle of garments in your hands. Inhaling deeply, you turn to her with a slight smile, a little frail around the edges but present all the same.

The assassin leans against the wall opposite to you, bright fluorescent illuminating her features, giving her a near gaunt appearance. When did she lose so much weight? Her usually soft freckles stand stark against her too pale skin.

“I got a raise,” you tell her, pride colouring your voice and you move in her direction with a shy smile. “Just last week.”

Her eyebrows quirk, searching over your new attire of tailored dress pants, white shirt and polished heels.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she says after a pause, and you falter under her piercing stare.

Yes. Yes, she did. She told you repeatedly it’s only a matter of time before you get a raise. She thought you were a great worker and oftentimes joked about putting in a good word to Winston about you. You always wrote off her words as nothing more than jokes, meaningless conversations you have with someone when you want to be polite. John Wick certainly never got involved in your banter. His dark eyes unfailingly trailed after her smiles and laughs instead.

You could understand his appreciation, his secret hoarding of those rare instances. He wanted something—someone—he couldn’t afford to have. Couldn’t permit himself to reach for.

Staring at the Vipress you think you understand him better than you would care to admit.

She’s beautiful in a way a wild flame is beautiful. Get too close and you know you will suffer for it. But you want to.

God, you really do. Crave her in secret because… well. What are you? What can you give to a woman like her? When she holds the interest of so many above your stature. The things they say she did during the Hunt. People who are dead because of her.

She’s one of the most horrible people alive.

Yet her smiles are more blinding than the sun, and you selfishly want every single one of them.

“Yes, you did,” you agree weakly, holding out the bundle of clothes to her.

Her hands are cold when they touch yours but a tingle rushes up your spine all the same. Electric current hums under your skin when her guarded eyes do another searching sweep over your expression.

“You know my sizes?”

Your heart quivers in your chest, unsure how to proceed. Does she think you stranger, wrong, to have remembered such a thing?

“I… your laundry,” you splutter, then exhale, calming yourself to give her a steadier, “When you lived here. The dry cleaner. I… sorry, I realise this might be uncomfortable for you.”

Her hazel eyes drag over you again, hard and unyielding. Your breaths slow when she takes a few steps closer—close enough for you to scent the flowers, herbs and soil that forever seem to cling to her smooth skin. You’ve never wanted to nuzzle into someone’s neck more, feel their warmth beneath your lips. Taste and savour the exquisite familiarity of someone’s very being.

“My sizes have changed,” she says and you tell yourself you imagined the slight smile you glimpse for a split second. “But you’re welcome to learn them again.”

She brushes past you—flowers and poison and death—and you force yourself to breath, ignoring the heat crawling up your neck.

an: she. that's it - that's the message. but thank you so much for asking for her!!! I think Clara deserves a soft sapphic romance, as a treat.

#oc x you #oc x character #oc x reader #original character x reader #c: clara #john wick oc #wlw writing #fic: children of ares

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jaminjims · 3 years

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「BRAIN GO BRR」

anon request: Heyyy! Could I request for an imagine for prompt 83? An ot7 platonic bts 8th reader crack / fluff? Like they’re playing around and it gets a wee bit competitive? 😅

prompt: “if you want me, come and get me, motherfuckers.”

pairing: platonic!bts ot7 x gender neutral!reader

genre: crack >:), fluff

warnings: strong language?? should that be a warning?

words: 1.3k

~**~

You looked seriously into Taehyung’s eyes, determined that you would get it right no matter what he did. The stakes were high as your team was only one point away from winning.

Tae meowed.

“Monkey!”

There was a brief pause before several different things happened at once.

“Monkey?! I meow and the first animal you think of is monkey, oh my god. Can I hit you?” Taehyung looked at Jin for permission, “Can I hit Y/n?”

“Yah! I can’t help it if you sound like a monkey all the time; you never evolved past caveman! That’s natural selection Tae! Aish, why couldn’t you just evolve past caveman brain.” You whined and messed with your hair in frustration. Jimin and Jungkook looked on in despair as now the Hyung team was a point closer to winning the game and now the two teams were tied. Hoseok and Jin did all they could not to pass out from laughter while Yoongi just nodded to your exclamation like it was universal knowledge that most people, indeed, did not evolve past caveman brain. Namjoon looked like he would like to end his suffering and was contemplating if it was too late to resign as leader. He should let Yeontan take up the mantle. Or maybe get a lizard. Lizards are patient and wise, right?

Ah yes, the elegance that was animal association; where you make an animal noise and if your partner gets it right then the team gets a point. If your partner gets it wrong, then the other team gets the point. Simple really.

Well, unless it came to you, apparently. There was really a 50/50 chance with you.

It was your birthday and you were all gathered in the dorm living room, having a mini party to celebrate while v-living the event. It seemed like the mass lack of IQ you had spread and lowered the general intelligence of everyone in your vicinity though, as Taehyung exclaimed;

“You never evolved past tadpole brain!” He pointed back at you and you had half a mind to bite his finger.

Before you could act on your biting instincts, Jimin laid a hand on your shoulder with a grim expression on his face. “Even I knew it was a cat, Y/n-ah.”

There was obviously something missing in their brain functions because no, that was definitely a monkey. You lunged for the phone to consult ARMY in the decision but Namjoon had enough sense to pull it away from you before you did something rash. Coincidently, you tripped trying to get up to get it back from the leader, and he just looked down at you with something akin to utter misery for this game in his eyes. Or maybe it was war flashbacks. Probably war flashbacks.

Hoseok couldn’t help it; he was basically wheezing he was laughing so hard and Jin went to help you up, though, he was laughing too and almost fell on you in the process. Yoongi was trying his best not to laugh but he kinda looked like the embodiment of the 👁👄👁 face to you.

“Hey! We can still win this, team! They can still get the next one wrong!” Jungkook exclaimed with determination in his eyes. Jimin nodded along with him as you four sat off to the side and the four eldest got together. It was Jin and Yoongi’s turn and Jin thought of an animal that they haven’t done yet.

He hissed.

There was a tense few seconds before Yoongi, quite confidently, replied with “Hedgehog.”

Jin’s eyes widened as he smiled, that caused Hoseok to whoop in victory because if Jin was acting like that then Yoongi had obviously gotten it right. “Aish, you’re so smart.” Jin complimented. Yoongi smiled and looked at the younger ones with smug victory in his eyes. Namjoon sighed like the long suffering parent he was.

It only goes downhill from here.

Your poor brain struggled to make sense of it. “Hedgehog?! What the fuck?! Do hedgehog’s even hiss!?”

This time Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi started laughing and celebrating their victory while your other three team members looked at you.

You met Jungkook’s cold stare first, “I am going to defenestrate you.” Then they all lunged at you. You yelled and bolted up, grabbing one of those sticky, stretching rubber hand things you can throw at walls to get them to stick there. (if you know, you know) You had insisted you have them as party favors.

You ran around the couch so there was something between you and the other three maknaes. “But we live on the fourth floor!”

“Exactly!” Jimin added, “Maybe if you hit your head hard enough you can gain some brain function back!” Tae continued.

They ran around one way as you ran around the other. You used your sticky hand to hit them in the face when you could while the Hyung line stood a respectful distance away from the chaos and got it on camera.

“Pause!” You yelled and you all froze. You pointed at them while they pointed back at you. Hoseok started laughing again because it reminded him of the one cartoon spider-man meme.

You smirked at them, “If you want me, come and get me, motherfuckers!” Then you bolted away and the poor hyungs didn’t realize you were running to them before it was too late. You hid behind Namjoon as Jimin, Jungkook, and Tae came at you.

You growled and barked at them like the rapid animal you were and it spoked Namjoon enough to almost drop the phone (that was still running the v-live, by the way).

“Did you just bark?” Yoongi said in disbelief while Hobi and Jin also had a look of confusion mixed with concern mixed with slight horror directed at you. Namjoon quickly moved out of the way so he didn’t contract whatever brain cell eating illness you had. You moved to get behind him again before the other young ones could get to you.

He would would have poked you back with a stick if he had one, “Back! Stay back I say!”

You paled when you realized that you had no cover and bolted down the hallway, Jimin hot on your feet and the other two not to far behind.

The hyung’s followed to wherever you were going to make sure everyone made it out somewhat still intact.

You ran into your room and only paused momentarily when you saw that, huh, when did you open the window?, before regaining your senses and dodgeing the three others as they came barreling into the room.

So, the scene looked like this. You on one side, closest to your closet and desk, while Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were across from you, backs facing the weirdly opened window. The four oldest were watching on with non concealed laughter and amusement (well three of them were, Namjoon looked a little bit like he wanted a nap.)

With nothing between you and your attackers, you did the last thing you could do; which was throw the sticky green hand at them.

You missed and you all watched as it went falling out the window.

There was a few seconds of nothing before you all jumped at the sound of Hoseok’s phone. He looked at it and then back at the other members.

“It’s Sejin Hyung.” He answered the call and put it on speaker.

“Hoseok-ah, would you like to explain the sticky, green, ... hand thing that just flew out your dorm window and into Y/n’s cake?” That was Bang PD’s voice. Which only meant one thing; their boss was with their manager and they had just witnessed you throwing something out the window and landing in your cake.

Wait, it landed in your cake?!

“Wah! It landed in my cake?!” You whined in misery as Hoseok couldn’t help the incredulous giggle that escaped him. It was quiet on both sides before you heard your manager laugh from the other line.

After that it was a domino effect and you all started laughing, even Bang PD himself. While laughing you still couldn’t help the little whines that escaped you.

“But what about my cake??”

[end]

~**~

end note: PLEASE, i live for crack fics you guys. along with writing angst (which i seem to write the most, for whatever reason) crack is one of my favorite things to write. i feel like i get to really just let my already deteriorating mental stability go and write whatever comes to mind with prompts like these so i had sooo much fun! thank you so so so much for the request anonie! i loved it so much and i hope you like it as much as i did 💜

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