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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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ADORE YOU [J.JK]

Summary: jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.

>>pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader (she/her)

>>trope: established relationship

>>genre: fluff, fluff and fluff

>>word count: 917

>>warnings/tags: jungkook is just cheesy, mentions of jungkooks past with cooking(that one run bts ep), some tears of LOVE and Joy, short brief kisses, they're just vv cute :( lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - welll, uhm, I liked the live but damn bro at 4am? 😭 anyway, please enjoy this short piece of work, I'll be gone for a while. Please send feedback through reblogs or asks, it helps authors stay very motivated <333 {work is not proofread}

{Listen to 'Adore you' by Harry Styles as this is inspired by the song.}

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"You don't have to say,you love me

You don't have say nothing

You don't have to say ,you're mine

Honey, I'll walk through fire for you

Just let me Adore You."

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"You're gonna cook for me?"

"Of course. who else is gonna cook for my wifey?" Jungkook leans down at your figure sitting on the couch, placing a peck on your lips.

You both had just got back from your honeymoon and this is the first night in your shared home, and after a whole day of grocery shopping, Jungkook had decided to stand up and make a meal for you both.

You simply chuckle at his antics, deep down feeling a wave of worry as the last time Jungkook had cooked for you both, the food had stuck onto the plate.

"McDonald's can cook for us too, Kook and it'll be ready in no more than 30minutes." You suggest, hoping he would catch on.

But he doesn't.

"No, that's very unhealthy, we had nothing but unhealthy food during our honeymoon, so let's have something different. Hmm, Wifey?" He asks, head tilting to the side as he awaits your answer.

Looking at him draped in his White Nike shirt, that you suppose he got from Japan and his Grey Joggers ; you pout at him, hoping to persuade him.

Sighing you let out, "argh, fine. Promise you won't poison me?" As your response.

Fists meeting the air in victory and a funny walk that has him tilting to the side all the way to the kitchen, he let's out a strained response, "Don't worry, Princess! You're in good hands."

"Okay, My Prince Charming!" You shout back.

During the time that you scroll through the smart TV and your phone, it's clear to hear the tunes your Husband sings in the kitchen and it has you smiling from ear to ear.

What a beautiful voice he has. And he can sing to you all day and night, cause he adores you that much.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook hardly places the pot on the countertop, making you flinch at the sudden hit.

"Come, Princess!" He ushers.

You walk to the kitchen, dressed in something similar as him. Grey sweats and a oversized Prada shirt that belongs to Jungkook, while your hair is styled the way you like.

"Hmm, what's this, baby?" You question, peering at the meal in the pot.

He smiles at you, feeling proud and it had you feeling shy because of how he stares into your eyes when he explains.

"So, Princess. This is my famous Seaweed rice, with fried rice mix along with chicken breasts mixed in with sesame oil, soy sauce and gochujang. And that all for my Wifey." He finishes, lips meeting yours for a loving peck and when he pulls away, you almost want to dive right in for more.

Deciding to tease him, you walk closer to him, hands going around his neck, playing with the hair by his neck. In response his hands wrap around your waist as they rest above your ass.

"Am I the only one you've cooked this for? Just asking since it's so 'famous'."

"Yes, Baby. I used to eat this in college before I met your pretty ass." He responds coyly, Smirking at you, gaze never leaving your figure.

"Mhm okay, l-let's eat." You stutter.

You quickly let go of him, feeling hot all of a sudden as you grab a spoon to eat.

"Wait- let me show you how to eat it." Jungkook stops you, gently taking the spoon out of your hand.

He scoops some rice first and goes over to the pot, scooping his mix into it as well, and when he's done with that, he brings it up your lips, ushering you to open your mouth.

"Open, Princess."

You can't help but ask, "you sure this ain't poisoned, Mr Jeon?"

"Yes, Mrs Jeon. Now eat, you look very hungry, my angel." He chuckles.

You open your mouth to where the spoon can enter and he shoves the food into your mouth.

You chew it up, savoring the flavors, while Jungkook watches with doe desperate eyes waiting for your- preferably praises and compliments to his food.

Lowering the hand covering your mouth as you swallow, you dramatically wipe your hands, head nodding like a food critic.

"Its so good! Give me more." You burst into giggles as you watched Jungkooks eyes relax when you give him a compliment as loud as that.

He questions, "it's good, baby?"

You nod at him as you scoop the mix onto your rice, "soo good! Cook this for us everytime okay?"

Jungkook nods at you, making a cute noise with his mouth as he joins you, eating from the pot.

He feels very happy at this moment with his newlywed wife, in the kitchen eating from their newly purchased pots, in their newly purchased home that they worked very hard for.

"I adore you so much." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the baritone in his voice.

You shyly cower as you swallow the last bits of your food, "really?" You look up at the taller figure, staring deep into your eyes.

"Really. I love you so much, Mrs Jeon. Thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

"Aww, Kook. You're gonna make me cry- !I love you more." Tears build up at the corner of your eyes and you hide them by kissing Jungkook senseless.

It's not filled with tongue or the desire for sex, just filled with love and feelings.

Cause in this moment he just wants to adore you and you want to adore him too.

~♥︎~

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sluttywoozi · 6 months

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It's Nice To Have A Friend | yjh x f!reader

It's Nice To Have A Friend Masterlist

Rating: T | WC: ~2.8k | Genre: romcom, best friends to lovers, unrequited love(?)

Warnings: alcohol mention, suggestive thoughts

Jeonghan wakes with a start, your body heavy with sleep on his and your warm breaths puffing out over his chest. He was having the most incredible dream and, for once, he remembers every bit of it.

You, in that white dress he’d seen in the store window. You, walking down petal littered cobblestones to meet him at the end of an altar. You, vowing to be his wife and sealing it with a kiss. You, telling him you love him and never want to be apart.

He wants it, desperately. And not just the wedding part, but the married life part too. The grocery shopping together, the decorating the house, the dinner parties where your friends get too wasted and have to sleep over. The brushing teeth side by side, the waking up together every day, the going to sleep side by side every night.

He knows there’ll be hard parts, fights and stress and difficulties to face, but it’ll be the two of you against the problem and you’re a team that never loses.

And maybe he’s a bit hasty in deciding to marry someone he hasn’t even dated, but you’re his best friend in the whole world. There could be nobody better for him than you, and nobody better for you than him. He knows this, and he hopes you know it too.

He also hopes you won’t be too upset if you wake up alone. He’s got some jewelry shopping to do.

Jeonghan can tell you’re confused when he returns to the hotel. He was gone a bit longer than he meant to be, missed breakfast without even leaving a note, but if you were really worried you would have texted him. It appears you’re only slightly worried, waiting for him on the couch as you are with a furrow between your brows and your lip caught between your teeth.

“Where’d you go?” You ask as he lets the door close with a click.

“Just for a walk, I woke up early and didn’t want to disturb you,” he lies, with probably not enough guilt but more than he’d feel for lying to anyone else.

“Oh,” you deflate in relief, “How was the weather? Do you think we could get one more beach day in?”

One more. Right. This trip ends tomorrow, meaning the bubble will pop and you’ll return to your normal lives. Jeonghan can’t stand the thought of going back to a reality where you’re not his wife, but if today goes well, he won’t have to.

“It looked a bit cloudy, but it may clear up in a couple hours. Do you want to go to the farmer’s market at the piazza? We could get lunch and walk around,” he offers, wanting to save the beach until later.

“Yeah! That sounds so nice, let’s go,” you beam, shooting up off the couch to skip to the bedroom and pick out an outfit. He follows at a sedate pace, almost nervous to see what you’ll choose to wear. You only have sundresses left, and those are deadly to him. They were even before he figured out he has feelings for you, but now he really will be in danger of pulling you into some dark alley and ravishing you.

You pick one of the less harmful options, a floral dress that flutters about your thighs but doesn’t cut too low in the front, giving him a chance to not lose his mind today. He thanks you with a kiss and a, “You’re so pretty,” before taking your hand and pulling you to the door, eager to get to the market and find something to eat.

Jeonghan pats his full belly and looks around serenely. You’re next to him on the bench, your face tilted into the sun and your eyes closed as you bask. He’s basking too, but not in the sun.

He’s basking in your presence, in the ability to sit so close to you and hold your hand like this, in the security of knowing that you’ll still be his when you go home, even if his plan doesn’t work out.

Obviously, he hopes it does, but he doesn’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for, and if you don’t want what he wants, he’ll just have to live with it.

He thinks you might, though, want what he wants. You haven’t taken your ring off once, you’ve adapted incredibly quickly to being called Mrs. Yoon, and you’ve already been bickering with him like a married couple for your whole friendship. He knows those things don’t necessarily mean you want to marry him, but a man can dream.

It almost feels like he is dreaming. He’s sitting here on a bench in a piazza on an island off the coast of Italy. You’re here with him. There are wedding rings on your fingers and your thigh is pressed up against his. He can smell coffee and salt on the wind, the sky is completely clear and the bluest he’s ever seen, and every color seems more vibrant, from the teal of the sea to the ruby of the tomatoes for sale 10 feet away.

Your voice stirs him from his thoughts, “I wish we could stay.”

One side of his mouth lifts in a half smile before he presses his lips to your temple, murmuring, “Me too, baby, me too,” as he pulls back just far enough to gaze at you. Your eyes are still closed, the apple of your cheek and slope of your nose naturally highlighted by the sun. You’re wearing a little grin, as if you feel his eyes on you and know exactly what he’s doing.

He doesn’t mind and he definitely doesn’t stop, moving his focus from your face to the elegant arch of your neck and the curve of your collarbones, the spaghetti straps of your dress laying delicately on your shoulders. He wishes he could let his eyes travel lower but, considering the fact that it’s barely noon and you’re in a very public place, he supposes he shouldn’t.

“You gonna stare all day?” You ask teasingly, your head lolling to the side as you peek one eye open at him.

“I just might,” he teases back, knocking his knee into yours and pointedly returning his focus to your face. There’s a zip down his spine when your gaze locks with his, a jolt of electricity that used to feel more like static shock.

You nudge back and soon enough, you’re bumping elbows and knees and giggling like kids, completely unaware of the (mostly) fond looks you’re getting from other people. You spend half the day on that bench, just talking and laughing, before Jeonghan realizes you should probably be getting to the beach.

He jolts to his feet and takes your hand, tugging you behind him to the bus that will take you down to the shore just as it rolls up to the piazza. He’s not tentative about wrapping his arm around you this time, nor is he shy about pulling you into his side when the vehicle jostles you as it makes its way down the narrow streets of the town.

The sea comes into view slowly, as do the duo of lounge chairs Jeonghan requested. The area around the chairs is clear, an almost comical radius of ten or so feet empty before the sand is filled with umbrellas and loungers. The empty space just makes the duo stand out more, and he winces, wishing there was a bit more privacy.

He would have taken you out on the charter again, but the captain wasn’t available on such short notice and they wouldn’t give him a boating license after he admitted to intentionally capsizing four jet skis at once, so the beach it is.

Leading you to the pair of loungers, Jeonghan tries to ignore the shaking of his hands and the unsteadiness of his breaths, hoping you don’t notice either. It appears he gets away with his nerves, your focus on the drink tray and the book waiting for you in your bag. You settle in quickly, reclining in the chair and getting right into the next chapter, leaving Jeonghan some time to get things arranged.

Okay, he’s got the limoncello, he’s got the ring, and he’s got the list. It’s something he put together this morning because he knew you’d need some convincing of the logistics. You can be a very romantic person but you’re not known for your spontaneity, and getting married last minute on a trip to Italy seems like something that requires a bit of that. So, he put together this list addressing everything from what you’ll do when you get home to how many rooms your future house will have. It’s the most planning he’s ever done and his hand aches with all the writing, but it’s worth it if it helps convince you even a little.

He lets you read for a while, knowing you have four chapters left to finish so you can read the sequel on the plane. Your distraction gives him some time to try to calm the racing of his heart and the trembling of his fingers, though no amount of deep breathing seems to be helping.

All he has to do to execute his plan is drop the ring in the limoncello waiting for you. It should be easy, should be stupidly simple, but suddenly, it feels just that - stupid.

Why would he put the ring in alcohol? You’d have to rinse it clean before you could wear it and then you wouldn’t want to drink the limoncello because the ring was in it, and also what significance does limoncello even have? Yes, you’ve been drinking it this whole trip and yes, it may have fueled some of the heat that pushed you to confess to him, but does he really want to include it in your proposal, a story you’ll tell for the rest of your life?

His method of asking you isn’t even the only problem with his plan. It’s far too hot and far too bright, and there’s too many people on this beach, and you’re too exposed thanks to the radius he’d requested and everything is wrong, and he can’t ask you like this, but then how will he ask you?

All Jeonghan wants is to be married to you, he doesn’t understand why getting there has to be this difficult. It should be as simple as just telling you he wants to be with you for the rest of his life and asking if he can be your husband for real.

…

Wait. Why can’t it be that simple?

He turns to you, his mouth open to speak and change both of your lives, and finds you… sleeping. You’re sleeping, your book facedown on your chest and your head tilted towards him.

Jeonghan supposes he can wait a little bit longer.

Something buzzes on Jeonghan’s chest, stirring him from a dreamless slumber. His body feels warm despite the umbrella, the sound of the waves soothing him before he can even get annoyed about being awoken. The first thing he does is check to make sure you’re still there and when he looks over to find you unmoved, he breathes a sigh of relief.

He must have gotten a text, but he’s unsure who might’ve-

Oh. OH.

This is perfect, he thinks, reading the message and reaching over to nudge you awake. There’s not a lot of time to get to the hotel and then to the docks, but he’ll just have to make it work.

“Jeonghan, you don’t even walk this fast in the Lego store, what’s going on?” You huff, trying to keep up with him as he speeds down the wooden planks, your hand held tightly in his and your footsteps sounding behind him.

“You’ll see,” he teases, slowing his pace until you can walk next to him instead, the La Luce Stellare waiting for you just at the end of the dock. The sun is slowly sinking, the warm reds and oranges painting the sky into a perfect backdrop to the gently bouncing boat. It looks like the captain made it even more romantic somehow, with a sheer white curtain arch and fresh flowers all over the deck.

“What’s all this?” Your voice wavers, your steps slowing to a stop as you near the boat. He tries to tug you further, but you’re frozen where you stand.

“Jeonghan?”

He sighs, turning to pull you into his arms and sway you gently, hoping the contact will help you swallow his next few words.

“This is me trying to marry you.”

Your eyes grow wide, your mouth dropping open as if you want to speak but no words come out, just a strangled sound.

You cling to him when he pulls away, shock filling your face as he sinks down to one knee with a shaky grin and both of his hands grasping your left one.

“Y/n… I’m sorry you loved me by yourself for all this time, but I’m here now and I’m so in love with you, I feel like I could do anything. These past few days of being your pretend husband have been the best of my life, and I’m hoping you feel the same way. I’m also hoping that you’ll agree to marry me because I don’t think I can go one more second without being your real husband and having you as my real wife. I’m serious, I’ll throw myself off this dock right now.”

He relays all of this with tears in his eyes and a sincerity that almost scares him, but what’s scarier is the fact that he has no idea how you feel. You’re just standing there, your mouth open and your fingers trembling in his, as you process his words.

The longer he waits, the louder the roaring in his ears gets, the sound eventually overtaking his own shallow breathing and the crashing of waves in the background. He thought you were on the same page, but maybe that’s not the case. If this is too much, if he’s scared you off, if he’s ruined everything, he’ll-

“Yes.” You sound quiet, your voice barely discernible with the buzz still filling his ears.

“Y-yes?” He questions, swaying slightly where he kneels.

“Yes!” You’re more resolute now, with obvious joy in your voice, and through his watery eyes he can see that yours are shining.

The next thing he knows, you’re sinking to the ground and pulling him into a kiss, one that feels like more than a promise, more than forever, one that feels like everything. It sweeps him away before he can anchor himself, has him delving his hands into your hair and pulling you tighter against him as he sighs into your mouth.

He forgets time exists, forgets where he is, what he was doing before, what he’s doing after.

All he knows is you and the taste of your lips and the scent of your hair and the weight of the ring in his pocket.

Oh, right, that’s what he was doing.

He breaks away from you slowly, reluctantly, before reaching into his pants and pulling out the box he’d chosen this morning. It feels like eons ago, as does the clumsiness of his first plan, and he can only hope he still agrees with his choice of the ring that fills it.

It’s simple, elegant, but intricate enough to be interesting, just like you. He thought of you as soon as he saw it, and though he’s never been privy to your engagement ring preferences, he did happen to know your size. His fingers tremble as he plucks it out of the box and slides it onto your fourth digit, the diamonds glimmering in the waning light of the sun. It looks perfect on you, and he drags his eyes away from your hand to seek out your face, unsure of whether or not you’ll agree.

“Do you like it?” He asks apprehensively, brushing his thumb over your knuckles and biting his lip as he waits.

“It’s gorgeous, Hannie. I love it,” you whisper in response, your voice thick with tears. Relief floods his system, almost as much as when you agreed to marry him, and it’s like the last barrier to being with you forever falls away.

Well, the second to last barrier.

Now that the asking is out of the way, he needs to get you on that boat, exchange those vows, and kiss you for the first time as husband and wife.

Should be easy enough, only the slightest bit life-altering, right?

AN: surprise! if i kept this till i was happy with it, it would never see the light of day, so here we are!! there will be a smutty epilogue!!

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izvmimi · 2 months

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cw: crack but also cute, i think. reader has a specified magic, and she and mash are friends (for now). reader's a bit preoccupied with his diet. a bit of medical talk.

Mash is three bites into a cream puff when you put away the last of your pantry essentials, and turn to look at him, a slight frown on your face.

He’s done the legwork of your grocery shopping run, bringing everything into your apartment in one trip, and now, baked good in hand, he’s looking idly in your direction. You can tell you’ve exhausted him all morning with your chatter, but he’d deny it if you asked him, claiming he’s content to hear whatever you have to say.

You are now tasked with the job of convincing yourself that that’s true, but Mash doesn’t lie, and it is particularly hard to lie to you anyway. You lean over your counter as you watch him sit atop your barstool, kicking his feet practically, and when he catches you watching him finally, his eyes soften as he inquires what you have to say.

“Mm?”

You almost feel bad for spoiling his happiness when you say, “Mash, I think we should talk about your diet.”

He blinks, and takes four more bites, rapidly in succession. He knows exactly what you mean.

“There’s nothing wrong with my diet.”

He’s eating faster now, and before you can open your mouth the cream puff is gone. There are at least three more stowed away from the supermarket bakery this morning, sitting in your fridge, that he absolutely plans to leave with. Not that you can stop him, or would.

But it’s your duty to say something.

Moving in closer to talk to him, you pull up the other barstool and rest your elbow on the counter to prop up your chin. Now you’re eye to golden eye, and his expression is unchanged, neutral as always but he’s focused on you.

“I know you like them, but you can’t live off of flour and sugar, Mash.”

He blinks again. “Why not?”

You scrunch your nose. “Diabetes? Which leads to heart disease, stroke, poor arterial circulation, retinopathy, renal failure…” your fingers tap the desk with every disease, but your voice trails off as you can see his eyes glaze over and you let yourself sigh internally before stopping. “I’m wasting my time with this, aren’t I?” you say, not annoyed but somewhat defeated. You’ve looked away for a moment, but when you look back, you’re not sure when he moved, but there’s another cream puff in hand.

“Mash!”

“Mm?”

You grit your teeth. “At least consider what I have to say for a second.”

Through bites, he insists, “No, you totally have a point but my nutrition is fine.” He swallows, then pats his left chest. “Mike and Kevin have not brought anything to my attention.”

It’s your turn to give him a blank look, but Mash never ceases to surprise you, and if you don’t say something fast, he’ll tell you about the rest of his muscles’ thoughts and feelings.

“Right but long term, Mash.”

“Mm.” He smiles, accepting your concern for him. “Show me where I’m unhealthy then.”

Mash stands and raises his arms in a T-pose, and unable to help it, you burst out laughing. Of course, you can’t find any flaw - every extent of his body remains as chiseled and developed as the day you first met him, and the fact that he even looks so seriously willing to participate is so laughable.

“I-” you’ve run out of ways to defend your stance, but then you shake your head.

“You know that’s not what I mean-”

Somehow in the time that you closed your eyes and shook your head to recollect yourself, he’s started doing push-ups. You give him an appraising look, then go to the fridge and pull out a cabbage from the crisper.

Without bothering to ask, you settle down on his back once he’s slowed for a moment, and he continues, this time slow enough that you won't topple off of him.

“Okay, how about if I turn this choux into choux cream?”

He pauses in the up position, and cranes his neck up in your direction.

“I’m listening.”

“Good.” He descends again, and you make yourself more comfortable on his back, tucking your legs in.

“I use my magic to make you feel like you’re eating a cream puff, but it’s actually a nutritious vegetable.”

“Mm.”

He stops, and you jump off of him, and then he takes the cabbage from you in his right hand as you stand before him. Looking from the cabbage to you, he asks:

“So you’ll replicate the entire experience of a cream puff in this cabbage?”

You nod. “Like this.”

You touch his hand gently, whisper your incantation, and in Mash’s eyes, the cabbage now has the appearance of a perfectly appetizing cream puff in his hand, far better appearing than the one he just had, and far too eager, he brings it to his mouth, spitting out immediately when it’s a raw cabbage and not his favorite food in his mouth.

“Unpleasant.”

You grimace.

“Shit, I think I need stronger magic,” you murmur to yourself. Scratching your chin, you realize that taste might require a bit closer contact.

“Mash.”

Mash has set the half-bitten cabbage back down and is now in your fridge to cleanse his palate with another cream puff.

“Wait!”

He turns to the sound of your voice, mouth full, and you sigh. Walking towards him, you take the cream puff out of his mouth and set that on a plate too, right next to the cabbage.

Moving to the sink to wash your hands, you ask, “Can you let me try again? I just need permission to touch your cheek or tongue in order to make sure your taste buds get involved in the illusion.”

You turn and look at him, once your hands are dry, and you shake them out, and he looks at you contemplatively.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Can I or-”

Suddenly he steps forward, and gently takes your face in his hands, and before you know it, he’s kissed you. Tongue in your mouth, sweet and swirling quickly; it’s over almost as quickly as it began.

You hold your breath, but he’s reached for the cabbage now, and bites into it.

“It worked.”

The look on his face is pleasant and unfazed, unlike you. Your heart races for a moment, but soon you remember to breathe and air fills your lungs again.

All that’s left to say, your cheeks warmed, is, “I’m glad.”

#mash x reader #mash burnedead x reader #daydreams: mashle #mimi's notes #shmimi

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eldritch-thrumming · 4 months

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if we lived on the moon.

Not for the first time, Steve Harrington wishes he lived anywhere but Hawkins, Indiana.

He spots Eddie walking toward him down the grocery store aisle where he’s been waiting for him, shifting a can of baked beans from one hand to the other, dimples on full display.

“Got ‘em! Found the last can, they were shoved all the way to the back of the shelf, can you believe it? Had to reach all the way back.” Eddie stops short where Steve stands with his hands on the shopping cart handle. His eyes raise from the can in his hands to Steve’s face, smile widening. “I can’t wait to make you Wayne’s famous wieners and beans. It was all I would eat when I first moved in with him.” Eddie’s eyes sparkle while he talks, remembering, gaze still on Steve as he leans down to place the can in the bottom of the cart. His smile softens and Steve is transfixed, frozen in place, nearly breathless. “Guess it reminded me of my mom,” he finishes in a near-whisper. It makes Steve wish he’d known him when they were kids, that they’d grown up together and seen each other in every moment of their lives.

As Eddie leans back up out of the cart, a lock of hair falls across his face. Steve’s hand itches to reach out and tuck it behind his ear for him. He glances around, covertly and quickly. Finding their aisle empty, he gives in to his impulse and allows his fingers to brush Eddie’s hair away from his eyes for him before dropping it back onto the cart handle. Eddie blushes, just a little, and brings his own hand up to pull that same hair in front of his face, suddenly bashful.

Maybe it isn’t any where he wants to be. Maybe it’s an any when. Maybe in a year—or two or three or ten—he can touch his boyfriend’s hair without looking over his shoulder to be sure there’s no one watching. Maybe in a year—or two or three or ten—he can grocery shop holding Eddie’s hand and no one will say anything at all. Maybe in ten years, he’ll be allowed to kiss Eddie right in the center of Hawkins where anyone could see them and no one would even care. Maybe then they’ll be allowed to have their date nights at the diner like everyone else, instead of tucked away in the trailer with mismatched candlesticks for a centerpiece and the radio playing their well-worn mixtapes, the ones Steve knows by heart. Maybe it’s just a matter of waiting it out. Maybe then—if he believes in this bright, beautiful future when—he won’t be forced to leave everything behind just to be allowed to love Eddie out in the open, where everyone could see.

They turn to leave the aisle, finished with their shopping, but before they exit the deserted space completely, Steve feels the brush of Eddie’s knuckles against his own as he pushes the cart in front of him, like a butterfly: there suddenly, gentle and then gone.

He has to believe in anywhere and any when.

"i'd hold your hand if we lived on the moon, walking down the avenue. we'd never think twice about who we'd offend and we'd never say we're just friends. no, we'd never say we're just friends. all that i know is i want you forever and nothing like this could be wrong. if people on earth think that they know us better than we do, then i'll live on the moon with you."

is this anything? i obviously didn't know how to end it lol. i'm having big gay sad feelings tonight about homophobia. i rarely write in a universe where homophobia exists, because these are my barbies and i'm the god of this gay little world, but i'm extra sad today. hope you enjoyed this or something. idk. who are ur fave openly gay musicians? i like boygenius, muna, fletcher, etc. trying to get away from u know who, give me recs!!!! ok bye.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie blurb #steddie drabble #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #tw homophobia #period typical homophobia #steddie ficlet #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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they-call-me-emmy · 5 months

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The Past is The Past 3

Part 1 and 2 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara pushed the food around her plate using her fork. She'd barely eaten a bite all dinner, busy glaring at Sam and avoiding any sort of eye contact with Y/N.

"So." Sam began, putting a hand to her mouth and pausing, to finish chewing. "Y/N. How's life been treating you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

There was a second of silence as Y/N finished her food.

"Fine." She stated, setting her fork down on her napkin. "Work's been rough, but nothing besides that."

Sam nodded. "You work at that bookstore, right? The one with the bunny in the window? I drive by it on my way to the grocery store."

Tara had no idea what they were talking about. She hadn't gone shopping since she'd come home. What bookstore? What bunny? It was like listening to people speaking nonsense.

"Yeah. That's the one. Shifts have been longer recently, we're low on staff."

Sam nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N cleared her throat.

"Tara," Tara startled from her daze at the sound of her name, in Y/N's voice no less. "Sam's been telling me your getting back into horror? Is that true?"

Tara glared at Sam.

"I've always been into horror."

Y/N nodded, pursing her lips, sensing the tension in the room. The need to just...not talk.

"I was-" Y/N cleared her throat and took a sip of water. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch some of your favorites...y'know, the few we watched in the last year you really enjoyed? I wouldn't mind re-watching them with you."

Tara couldn't help but feel weird. She's watched movies with this girl. She'd watched horror movies. She'd watched horror movies and enjoyed them. With this girl? This girl she hardly knew now?

"Maybe."

Y/N nodded.

"I've been busy lately." Tara pushed a cooked carrot into her napkin. She didn't like those.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Tara, you've been sitting on your ass for the past week-"

Tara suddenly stood up. "I'm finished. I'm going to go wash the dishes." She took Sam and Y/N's plates and left without another word.

Tara knew they'd talk the moment she left. She hovered at the door, running the sink in the background so they'd think she was cleaning. Maybe they'd mention the big thing tonight. Maybe they'd say something that would finally help her understand her past.

"I'm sorry she's being an ass." Sam's voice was muffled through the kitchen door.

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting a heartwarming welcome. I mean, come on, I'm practically a stranger to her. And it's hard on her too, Sam. Remember she's struggling too."

Tara would have felt mad if anyone else had said this, as if they pitied her and felt sorry for her state of mind. But hearing those words, those words in Y/N's sweet voice...felt like reassurance that someone understand how she'd been struggling.

"I know...I'm trying to get her to...connect. Y'know? Re-enforce those bonds...god, you two were like peas in a pod. I can't imagine how long it'll take for that to be back, especially with her new...attitude." Sam sounded empathetic, but there was still a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not expecting it to just click again...but I can wait. I'm assuming you haven't told her?" Y/N asked.

Tara could feel her heart beat a little faster. Was this it? Was she about to learn what this secret was that everyone seemed so desperate to avoid?

"No. I don't feel like it's the right time. I mean, you see the way she is. Putting that much more pressure on her is bound to do no good."

"You have to tell her at some point." Y/N said. "You and her would both prefer you telling her rather then her randomly learning one day, or even worse, getting a flash of memory from it. The doctor did say those happen, especially with traumatic experiences, at least in her case."

"I don't feel like now is the right time."

"Soon, Sam. Please. The girl deserves to know. This is important."

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lanitalay · 6 months

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Before I Say Goodnight Chapter 6

a/n: this is the longest one yet and also my favorite. enjoyyyyy

Word count: 3.5k

warnings: brief mention of a toxic relationship

Other chapters

“When do we leave”

“Tomorrow after breakfast” you were giddy with excitement. “Are we going to the Manor?” You hoped he said yes, wanting to see the exiles. “Yes, I’ll drop you off there for a day while I take care of something further south and then I’ll pick you up on my way back. How does that sound?” “A bit tame but a million times more fun than what I’m doing here” he looks at you, unimpressed. You smile sheepishly.

You’re so excited for a change of pace that you barely register the fact that you’ll be flying with Azriel having grown accustomed to being winnowed. It’s only when he motions for you to get closer to him that your stomach drops. “You better fly steady or I’m walking” you warn as he picks you up. “I’ll do my best, y/n”.

“Welcome back, realm traveler” Jurian greets as he opens the door to the Manor. You smile and throw your bag into his arms. He huffs, expecting a hug instead. “I just couldn’t stay away from your pretty face” finishing the sentence with a wink. He seems to appreciate the compliment, leaving to go put your bag in your room. “I better be on my way, y/n” Azriel pulls you from your scan of the Manor, nothing has changed in the two long weeks you’ve been gone. You frown “so soon? I thought you’d at least have lunch or something” he shakes his head “I need to get there as soon as possible. But listen, stay near the house, don’t go into the woods alone and if you encounter someone you don’t know, lie. About your name, where you’re from, everything. These lands are vulnerable to… intruders as of late. Present company included” he adds the jab at the end in an effort to lighten the suddenly heavy mood. He offered to bring you here to get some fresh air and a change of pace but now that he has to leave you… he doesn’t want to. So close to tumultuous Spring and villages still recovering from war with only Lucien, Jurian and Vassa to offer any protection. He pulls a small dagger that he always keeps concealed in his boot and hands it to you “keep this on you at all times, don’t hesitate to use it”. Your eyes go wide and you grab it but you don’t know how to wield a knife, not to hurt someone “I wouldn’t even know how to use it though”. “When we get back home I’ll give you some lessons but still, keep it with you” you nod, placing it between your sock and your boot. “I’ll be back tomorrow in the afternoon” he stands with his arms stiff at his back, not sure how to say goodbye, he settles for a pat on your shoulder and leaves. His shadows linger a bit and curl around your legs and arms, more affectionate than their master. “He’s so ridiculous, you are perfectly safe here” Jurian blurts as he reappears. “He’s sweet” you defend your friend “sure, sure, come on, I’m going into town. You can take Lucien’s horse” at that you smile. You haven’t been with another human except Jurian and he barely counts as human.

The ride was fun, you managed to follow Jurian with only a few minor hiccups. Your horse stopped to eat and when you tried to get it to move you accidentally spooked it and it tried to throw you off. But it was so much more exciting than the long days in the stuffy library. “What are we going to do?” You ask as you see smoke appear in the distance, you must be nearing the village then “oh I need to get bread, milk, meats, other foods”. We are grocery shopping, yay.

In all fairness it was a fun outing. Jurian got everything he needed and then some. “What’s for dinner” you asked, stomach grumbling rather loudly. “Soup and bread”. That sounds divine. The human lands were still warm enough for light clothing during the day but now that the sun was setting there was a creeping cold weaving its way into the house. You go up to your room and grab a sweater from your bag.

When you walk into the kitchen Jurian tasks you with getting firewood for the hearth. “Doesn’t Lucien usually light it?” it was dark out and you were ashamed to admit that the woods creeped you out at this time. “Does it look like Lucien is here to light it?” He’s so moody. “Fine, I’ll go” that did irk you though. You hadn’t seen Lucien or Vassa since you’d arrived. You make your way to the small shack where the firewood was stored and grabbed as many logs as you could carry, cursing at yourself for managing to get at least three splinters. “You’re new” a low voice echoed and from the fright you dropped the logs, all of them landing on your foot. “Fucking hell” you winced as you tried to put weight on it but it just caused you more pain. A low chuckle caressed your ears and fury burned in your chest. “I heard rumors about a fourth exile but as for first impressions go this has been-” a tall, a very very tall auburn haired male stepped out of the shadows and looked you up and down “underwhelming”. You pick up the wood in a haste and limp back to the house “I don’t know what you’re talking about”. Jurian could take him. I hope. I just need to get close enough to scream. “My brother has always found himself in the company of misfits” he approaches you in three easy steps and takes the wood from your hands “but adding a defenseless human to the mix is a bad move, objectively speaking. You’re a liability” Brother? You grit your teeth, patience was never your strong suit and this male was getting on your very last nerve. “Who the hell are you?” He takes a step back “Apologies, I’m Eris Vanserra” Lucien’s brother. You didn’t know the details, but his brothers had a terrible reputation in the Night Court. You continue your limp into the house and call out “Jurian you have company!” There’s panic in your voice, Azriel’s words from earlier ringing in your ears. Jurian walks out and sags when he sees Eris “Oh, hello Eris. Lucien isn’t here”. Eris places the logs in the hearth and with a flick of the wrist throws a glowing ember towards it. Soon enough the room is engulfed by the warmth of the fire. “I’ll wait then” he walks towards one of the couches and sits. “What happened to you?” Jurian looks at your weary stance “I dropped the wood on my foot”. He rolls his eyes and you hear him muttering to himself as he walks back into the kitchen. You sit on the couch opposite of Eris, taking off your boot to see if anything was broken. You grimace when you take your sock off and see blood coming from the beat up nail on your big toe. Great, a broken toenail. You try to wiggle your toe but the pain won’t let you. And a broken toe. You look at the red haired male and scowl “this is your fault”. He raises his eyebrows “I don’t see how it’s my fault, but that looks unpleasant”. “It feels unpleasant” you sit there, unsure of what to do. It hurts to walk but you have to wash the blood off. With a deep breath you get up and limp towards the stairs “let me help you” he approaches you but you hold out your hand to stop him “you’ve done enough”. He steps away and says “I’ll get you a bucket and some cloth so you can clean that thing down here”. That would be more convenient. “If you insist” and sit back down.

Eris returns with the first aid materials and places them in front of you then sits back down on the opposite couch. You are pleasantly surprised when you place your foot in the water and it is a nice warm temperature. You clean it up as best you can and then wrap it up with the cloth. “I hope you’re not waiting for me to thank you, this is the least you could do” he shrugs “I don’t expect anything”. That’s when you hear footsteps approaching and soon enough Lucien and Vassa are walking through the door. “Y/n!” Vassa exclaims and walks over to you but stops as she spots the bloody water, the wrapped foot and the Autumn heir. “What happened?” Lucien asks and you tell him more or less the events of the night. “And why are you both here?” You answer “visiting” and Eris answers “we have things that need to be discussed”.

Lucien took Eris to the library and shut the door while Vassa kept you company. “It’s so nice to see you again. How are things going with the research?” You fiddle with your sleeves “the priestesses are doing the best they can but it’s… slow”. Vassa nods “I’m sorry, and how is the Night Court treating you?” At that you perk up a bit “it’s great, they’ve really taken me in and made me feel comfortable, Azriel was the one who brought me here because I was going stir crazy in that library” she offers you a smile “I’m glad”. After dinner Lucien offered to carry you to your bed citing that “you’ll probably fall down the stairs and break your whole leg if you do it yourself”. He seemed tense after talking to Eris.

The following morning your foot was feeling a lot better, it was pretty sore but you could walk. No longer limping around. The morning routine was the same, breakfast with the boys and then they went about their business. Azriel was supposed to pick you up later today so you had time to do something. After testing your foot out you decide that you’ll take a walk around the Manor. It was a beautiful day and by nightfall you’d be back in the mountain top castle with zero trees around. You stay on the path, remembering just how badly things ended last time you didn’t, stopping only when you saw a pond. A beautiful pond that beckoned you to swim in it. You hadn’t swam in ages. And the pond looked so inviting and refreshing after walking for who knows how long. You approach it and look around, making sure nobody is nearby. Unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing and kicking off your boots at the same time like there was no time to lose. You had to get in, you had to swim, you had to- “are you trying to kill yourself?” Frozen in place you look toward the voice. What is he doing here? “No, I was just going for a swim” Eris’ eyes look like they are about to fall from his face for a second before he composes himself again “what?” “There are about twenty different creatures that would love to have you for lunch in that pond” you look from him to the beautiful inoffensive pond. “Yeah right” you continue to unbutton your shirt. He grabs your hand, his touch surprisingly soft and warm “yes, I’m right. That pond is about a mile deep and connects to an underground cave system, it is a trap for humans like you and animals looking for water” Trap. Run. Run. Run. Suddenly feeling self conscious of your half undressed state you begin to button up your top and mumble “if you say so”. “I do. Let me walk you back to the house” you raise an eyebrow at him “from what my brother said, you are important to the Night Court for mother knows what reason and I need to maintain my alliance with them. If you get yourself killed they will surely pin it on me and I am not having that, so let’s go. We don’t have to talk” you nod, having zero faith in your survival skills at this point. “How did you find me?” he looks to you from the corner of his eye and says “you have a very peculiar scent, and I was walking towards the Manor when I caught it”. “Thank you” he looks at your foot “glad to see the injury was short lived” and flashes you a teasing grin. “It still hurts, but it is better. Still your fault though” he stops and turns to you “I just saved your life, think we can call it even?” and holds out his hand for you to shake. You think for a moment but quickly come to the conclusion that you simply cannot afford any enemies right now so you reach for his hand. It’s nearly nightfall when Azriel arrives. You quickly say your goodbyes and jump in his arms, ready to get back to the House of Wind. The flight was pleasant and you briefly went over what happened to your foot. You didn’t bring up the pond incident or anything relating to Eris.

When you land at the House of Wind you quickly go to your room, dying to take a bath. You go through a routine that gets more familiar everyday: picking out your pajamas, bathing, brushing your hair, brushing your teeth, picking out an outfit for the following day, looking out the window until your eyes start to feel droopy and then you look at one of the pictures on your phone for no more than fifteen seconds and go to sleep. Everything was flowing perfectly until you went to look at the nightly picture and discovered that your phone won’t turn on. No. No. No. Not today. Not now. You could have sworn you still had ten percent before you left for the human lands, that should have lasted at least three more days. Oh god. The familiar dryness in your throat returned, your chest felt tight and you sensed that the room was caving in on you. You walk backwards, away from your bedside table and into the dresser, knocking over a vase with the force. You catch it before it falls to the ground and then smash it against the wall. Anger and frustration taking over you. Everyday you lose a little bit more of yourself and your world. You can barely hear as your door opens and it takes a few breaths for you to focus on the figure in front of you. “What’s wrong?” Azriel. “It’s dead” it’s off putting how unemotional your tone is. “What’s dead?” He pries softly. “My phone, it’s the only thing with images of my family and friends and world and the battery died” he still doesn’t fully understand but he gently grabs your hand and leads you to the love seat in front of the wall of windows. “I would look at a picture everynight before bed and it would calm me down, give me a good memory to focus on before falling asleep. Now it's gone” he nods “is it broken?” You shake your head “no, but it ran out of battery and from what I’ve seen there is no electricity here so I can’t charge it” once you finish the sentence the tears start to pour and Azriel beckons the house for tissues.

“Tell me about it” You sniffle and furrow your brows “about what?” He offers you another tissue “your life, you’ve told me about your world but I know nothing of your life”. Oh. “Uhm, well it wasn’t much compared to all of this-” “Don’t do that” he’s serious with his tone “do what?” “Diminish yourself like that, you are the most fascinating being I’ve ever encountered and you speak of yourself like you are your own burden” you swallow, not really having a response to that “I don’t know what to say”. “Just tell me about your life, please” you gulp and try to think of where to start “Ok so you already know I had a dog, she was the best. My furriest best friend. I’ve mentioned my parents a lot, I’m their only daughter so I grew up by myself most of the time. I really liked coloring and reading and television. We had to attend school from when we were around five until we graduated at like eighteen. Then you could go to work or continue studying, which is what I did. I went to a college in my hometown and I studied and I met a boy. His name was, or is, Mathew and we were together throughout college. At our graduation party he proposed and I said yes”. This feels ridiculous. Summarizing your brief existence with insignificant events to Azriel. A male who had conquered the darkness that imprisoned him, who had fought in wars, who had rescued people, who had lived and seen so many things you couldn’t even dream of. “My mom was ecstatic about the proposal, she loved Mathew and she wanted me to get married and have kids and start a family. But I was not that happy. I loved Mat, I really did but the thought of getting married to him made me nauseous. The thing is that he could be… cruel when he wanted to be. At first it was only when he was upset but the longer we were together he would say the meanest things to me as if they were facts I had to accept. But he was very romantic at times and everyone in my life loved him. I just didn’t have it in me to stay with him though. So I broke it off against my mother’s wishes. It broke his heart and my mothers more than it broke mine. After that I had started fighting with both of my parents. Suddenly I felt like they were trying to control my every choice and I felt like I was being suffocated. After a really bad fight I booked a flight to Europe and didn’t look back. I needed to get away from them, from Mathew, from the whole town. I needed new faces and so I had been traveling for about six months before… everything. I didn’t speak to them for months. They would ask about me to my friends and after a while I missed them so I would call every once in a while.” By now you’re a pile of tears and tissues “We had started to make amends, you know? They were learning to respect my boundaries and I was excited for the new chapter and then it all went to hell”. You huff “and the worst part is that it’s all my fault, all of this mess is only my fault. When I left the house they had insisted that I don’t go or that I bring someone with me but I wouldn’t listen. I knew they were just saying anything they could to get me to stay. And everyday I’m here I keep picturing them thinking I’m dead. Maybe they’ve grieved for me already, maybe they think I was kidnapped and had a horrible painful death. I have aunts and uncles and cousins and friends too, I wonder what they think happened. I feel so guilty that I’m here with all of you in this magical world and they must be suffering. And it’s ironic too, I had no plans to return home until I stepped through the damn portal, I would’ve kept traveling until I found a place that felt like home and I would’ve stayed far away”.

By now there were no more tears. “I keep thinking about all of it, my upbringing and I’ve landed on the conclusion that I was just an obedient little doll for everyone in my life. Being here has been so draining emotionally but it has been the only time where I can just exist without having to seek approval from my parents or my teachers or my partner” you laugh a bit “Mat would be furious if he found out I’ve been staying in a strangers house and that to travel I have to be carried through the air by a male. But he’s not here. My mom would be so upset too. I wonder… if , or when I get back would I even want to seek them out. I think I would only do it out of sheer obligation”. Your voice was hoarse by now “I miss them though, all of them. I miss their voices and their hugs and the security of feeling at home. I think what scares me the most is forgetting about them, their smells, their laughs. The pictures kept their faces fresh in my mind but now I don’t know how long I’ll be here and…” you swallow “memories fade” you close your mouth, tired of the sound of your voice. Azriel stayed quiet too. He had no idea how to make you feel better. But he figured you would appreciate a cup of soothing tea so he asked the house. “Here” he hands you a cup, just how you like it. He walks to your bed and grabs a throw blanket and drapes it across your shoulders. Then, he sits next to you and pulls you to his side. You relish the warmth radiating from him, the autumn frost having taken over Velaris the last few days, and lean your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know about the pictures but you can tell me all the stories you don’t want to forget and I’ll remember them for you”.

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ochipi · 2 years

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What nobody tells you about archaeology

Dear tumblr people. Archaeology sounds like it’s the most exiting job on the planet. And while I think that’s true for me personally, let us not think Indiana Jones and promises during job interviews or what your professors will try to convince you of. If you want to keep living in dreams, don’t read further (I’m sorry)

You’ll get a new sense of hygiene. Eating with dirty hands? Sure. Clean nails? On what planet even? What you mean my car is dirty? Grocery shopping covering in mud? It’s just soil. Nothing disgusting about it. Sand throughout your house? Just part of the life as an archaeologist

The stereotype says that people ask about dinosaurs, but all they truly want to hear from you is the words “gold” and “treasure”. And you can answer jokingly about two times and than you will be absolutely done with the dumbness of the public

There are a lot of women in archaeology and we do the same manual labor a man does. But construction site workers and the public sometimes too will question your abilities. A woman in a digger is like a theatre show. Women wearing working gear clothes is weird. People will be (overly) worried. Sometimes to the point the public is relieved when you say you’re an archaeologist. Not that they would know if it’s better or not. But is sounds better than sewer pipe cleaner or construction worker or demolition worker. Like hey. We do medieval sewage systems. Respect other peoples jobs please.

I graduated under the promising words that archaeology is a science and you make the world better with your research results and you need to do a good job because you can only do it once or it will be gone forever. No. Archaeology is subject to politics and economics more than the academic world. You are part of a company that has to make money in the end of the day. Everything can be turned into the most ideal outcome for your client or your boss as well. Things can and will be faked. And laws and heritage services are just plain shit

You work terrible hours of manual labor for a very low paycheck. Most work at private companies, they have competition, they have to go cheaper than the other one. And you will suffer for it. Either personally or by the materials you work with i.e. everything is broken and will never be replaced

You will always be subject of impossible expectations. Be it by your boss, the client, the landowner or the heritage department. They are all people with no idea how or why we do what we do. And it sucks. It’s like talking to a brick wall. They will not bend, they can only crack (their ego’s).

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neighborhood-houseplant · 2 years

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I JUST READ YOUR KILLUA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS AND I AM SCREAMING. I was wondering if you could please do some domestic Killua headcanons, they don't have to be married headcanons because i know some people aren't comfortable with it. Thank you, take care!

Domestic Killua Zoldyck Relationship Headcanons

Author's note: Hi anon! I'm so glad that you liked my other headcanons so i give you these!

❥ He's used to waking up early for training and stuff, because he always had to for training when he was younger but now that you've gotten him addicted to sleepy morning cuddles and now he complains to no end whenever either you or him have to get out of bed

❥ Like the poor boy will so firmly in denial

❥ "Killua, Love, we have to get going, it's 6am."

❥ "No, it's not, go back to bed, baby."

❥ He has great memory and is always double or triple checking his bag or pockets to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, so he almost never forgets anything and this helps you out too because he likes to check you're things and packs anything you've forgotten for you along with a little note wishing you a good day.

❥ THIS MAN CAN COOK

❥ I know people may think this is kind of a stretch but I headcanon that before he ran away, he learned a lot from the cooks working at his family mansion.

❥ It also really feeds his ego when you compliment his cooking skills lmao. Also he 110% uses his claws to cut up food.

❥ "Hey, pretty face, get me a knife, please?"

❥ "They're all dirty, hold on, let me wash one for yo- okay then."

❥ He still trains pretty often like around 4/7 days a week, so not as much as he used to but he's still staying on top of his game, more so out of habit than him wanting to but he does still enjoy it.

❥ But lets remember that he has a very, very, very large amount of stamina so he can train for a long time.

❥ So more often than not, you get tired before him so you go to get a drink or eat and just watch him workout, you know, for ideas for things to next time, definitely not check him out, no sir 😭

❥ Going grocery shopping with him will go one of two ways. Either, he has a list, he’s a man on a mission, he’s determined to stick to the list, he’s a man with a vision, nothing shall sway him.

❥ Until he enters the store and sees some new chocolate or candy that he hasn’t tried. All that resolve? Gone.

❥ You end up getting things that you guys actually need and he’s just standing there with like 50 packs of whatever it is that he bought lmao 😭

❥ He likes to take you on at least one date every week. But he’s started avoiding parks, (unless you want to go ofc) because once a little kid called him an old man because of his white hair and poor Killua practically died.

❥ When you two were decorating your shared home, he wanted pretty neutral oe dark colours but he caved when asked for a brighter colour scheme but he, to this day, still says it looks like a Teletubbie threw up in there, but he loves it.

❥ Movie nights happen often but he didn’t want to watch titanic at first because he said, “It’s going to be so boring and lame.” but cue him at the movie literally a sobbing mess😭

❥ He never recovered lmao

❥ He tried to start a flower garden and just forgot about it for a week and all the flowers died. He restarted it but you take care of it for him because he’s still pretty forgetful about it but he’s convinced he’s done it all himself because you decided not to tell him.

❥ You know that one meme that’s like, “You’ve been home for an hour and a half and not even once, not one time have you tried to cuddle me and it’s pissing me the fuck off, I want my fucking cuddles.”? Yeah that’s him, he gets so moody without physical contact from you, it’s hillarious.

❥ He likes to make fun of people who can’t do basic house chores but then you walk in on him wrestling a fitted sheet and swearing like a sailor😭

❥ He can cook, as I’ve mentioned before, but he also like junk food and it won’t do shit to him because of his fast metabolism.

❥ You guys have a cat named flip-flop (thank killua for that) and he SPOILS it so much.

❥ “Come on, Y/n, Flip-flop would never scratch the curtains. Isn’t that right Flip-flop?” And it meows like it’s agreeing.

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lieslab · 11 months

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A pickle for your thoughts?

Summary: You’re dating Changbin and he had a bad day. As his significant other, he finds comfort in you.

Word Count: 900

Genre: Fluff

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Normally, Changbin was in a pretty good mood when he came home. When you laid your eyes upon him, he’d usually have a smile on his face. His eyes would sparkle the moment he spotted you. Not wasting any time, his lips would find yours. His arms would secure themselves around your waist and he’d happily pick you off your feet and spin you around.

Your giggles were like music to his ears. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. It was rare to see him in a low mood. Today was, unfortunately, one of those days. He came home from the studio with a few grocery bags in his hands.

Not bothering to find you, he made his way into your kitchen. The two of you had been living in the dorm he shared with 3Racha and Hyunjin.

On top of everything else that went wrong today, he had forgotten that today was grocery day. It was his turn to buy groceries and he had picked a bad time to go. The shelves had been picked over.

Since he started shopping a few minutes after five, people stopped in after work to pick up things. People stood in the middle of the isles and blocked them. Some people were pushy towards others. The whole thing had been so overwhelming. Not to mention, they had been out of a few different items.

After hearing the front door slam shut, you sat up in your bed. Something crashed onto the floor and shortly afterwards a slew of curse words filled the air. Tediously, you made your way out towards the kitchen and peeked your head around the corner.

Changbin’s face had turned a shade of red. He had his eyes squeezed shut and three fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Shattered glass scattered the floor near his feet. A puddle of light green juice slowly inched towards the living room.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Your voice caused him to glance up. He shook his head and glanced down at the mess. “I accidentally dropped and broke the jar of dill pickles.”

“That’s okay, I’ll help you clean it up.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, Binnie. I’ll go get the mop and the broom. How about you continue putting the other stuff away?”

“But it’s my mess and I-”

“Rough day?” You cut him off.

“You have no idea! It’s been such a shitty day. I just want to go to bed. Today has been the worst day that I’ve had in a while.”

“Let me go get the cleaning supplies and then we can talk about it.”

You quickly hurried towards the supply cabinet to grab some things. Changbin bent down and gently scooped up the larger pieces of glass. He tossed them into the trash can, washed his hands, and started to place the remaining groceries away.

He pulled open the fridge to place a gallon of milk inside of it. When he turned around, you were kneeling down on the floor. The pickle chips had scattered everywhere when the jar broke. Guilt flooded through him. He should have been picking it up, not you.

“A pickle for your thoughts?” A soft smile appeared on your face as you lifted up the slime green sphere towards him.

He chuckled and grabbed it out of your hand. Without a second thought, he flung it into the trash can. “I was late getting into the studio this morning. It’s been a rough day for everyone. Do you remember that song I sent you a few days ago because I wanted your feedback?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I accidentally deleted it and I don’t have it anymore. We were supposed to work on finalizing that song today and I deleted it, so now I have nothing. We have to have it finished by the end of this week and it’s gone. I have to completely restart it from scratch.”

“Plus, I went to the grocery store and people were rude. They didn’t have certain items that Hyunjin wanted. I haven’t had anything to eat yet because I forgot to bring my lunch earlier. I was going to doordash something and then we all got distracted by working on some other stuff and then we had a meeting and I’m ready to pull my hair out.”

“My poor little baby, you must be starving and exhausted.”

“You have no idea.”

You finished picking up the pickles and throwing them into the trash can. “Well, I’m sorry that you were late getting into the studio this morning. I don’t think I can help you with that, but I can help you with your song.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

“You send me every song to get my opinion. I know how clumsy 3Racha can be. Every song you send me, I download it and put it on a flashdrive. I can send it to you later.”

“Really?”

You nodded and started to mop up the pickle juice. “I’ll finish this and you can finish putting the groceries away. The two of us can go get some food and then we can go to a different store to find the remaining items. I’ll send you your song when you get home and then we can head towards bed. Does that sound good?”

“God, I love you.”

A smile lit up your face, “I love you too.”

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Friends on the wall (Jimmy darling x curvy fem reader)

Summary: you and Jimmy have been best friends since baby's but not confessing your love to him until one argument that left Jimmy broken

Warnings: angst, Fluff, compering body to others, arguing I think that's it

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It had been weeks since you last seen Jimmy after your argument about Maggie and how you didn't trust her making Jimmy angry.

"Jimmy I don't trust her what would she want with our kind" you snapped jimmy had stumbled into your trailer drunk again, you knew him your whole life and he used to be sick at the word alcohol and now he's down this spiral of drink.

"You don't know here y/n I've finally got something good for me someone who accepts me for me" he slurred he didn't know you accept him for who is your his best friend in love with him, you knew he wouldn't love you like you loved him.

You were curvy, chubby but you didn't care about your weight you were a freak too because you were overly flexible for your weight you could do anything, "Jimmy ever since she and that guy turned up nothing seems right our family going missing" you said.

"So what you trying to say that she's kidnapping them huh?" He yelled Stumbling over your table, "I don't know what she's doing but if I'm right Jimmy don't come running to me" was the last thing you told him.

Since that day Jimmy tried to talk to you but you ignored him which led him coming to your trailer door drunk, begging you to answer the door, you never did.

You had gone into town luckily you could without being called a freak only thing everyone saw about you was you weight, that's when Jimmy went looking for you in your trailer the door unlocked since you trusted everyone here except Maggie and Stanley.

Jimmy's eyes scanning the walls noticing you had all your pictures up of friends here all except him, he felt hurt you had taken them all down, "suppose we aren't really friends anymore" he sighed to himself.

But the feeling he has for you he would recall that friendly at all, Jimmy was lost in thought thinking how he fucked up, with the drinking, Ethel wouldn't have wanted that she always told him you were the woman for him everyone saw it not him, sure he did have feelings for you but that's what he thought they were feeling most people have a crush on their best friend once right?.

Jimmy jumped hearing the door of your trailer knocking, he went to answer it seeing eve "Jimmy have you seen y/n I can't find her anywhere" she asked Jimmy shook his head in sorrow "no she's not speaking to me" he sighed Eve gave him a synthetic smile "come on" she smiled said guiding him to his own trailer next to yours.

She sat him down on a chair with a sigh, "why isn't she talking to you Jimmy you're her best friend surely it's not that bad" eve said Jimmy shook his head "it is eve I fucked up she told me how she doesn't trust Maggie and I got mad I was drunk" he said running a hand down his face.

"Oh Jimmy she's only looking out for you" she said "I know and now I feel like shit I'm trying to lean off the booze but it's hard and I haven't seen Maggie in days" Jimmy sighed lost in thought.

Eve reassured him that she would hav3 a talk with you to try and forgive him, you had made it home whilst eve was talking to Jimmy you had returned home.

Placing your bag of grocerys and essentials down on the counter unpacking everything, "y/n" eve's voice chimed entering your trailer, "Hey eve do you want something to eat I just came back from shopping I'm starving" you chuckled putting the last of your shopping away.

"Just some tea if you don't mind" she smiled taking a seat by the table, "no problem" you smiled making the tea and a few sandwiches, "we need to talk about jimmy" you sighed hearing her words, you did feel bad not talking to him but you needed to move on he loves her not you.

"We got into an argument over Maggie so I decided to keep my distance" you said placing the tea on the table with the sandwiches, "I know he told me y/n, he's not doing good" she said sipping on the sweet tea.

"What do you mean" you asked you'd thought he'd be fine without you just having Maggie, "he's sober right now but it's killing him that your not talking to him your his best friend" eve said you felt guilty for making him feel like that.

"But he's got Maggie eve I don't want to keep going on about how I don't trust her to him either way it's only pushing him away futher" you said a stray tear slipping out your eye, "you love him don't you?" Eve asked now realising how you felt over the years.

"Of course I do eve I love him so much it hurts but he loves Maggie I mean how could he not she's much more prettier she's skinner but there's something about her I do not trust" you stated wiping a stray tear from your eye.

Eve gave about the 10th sympathetic smile of the day listening to your words she knew for years that you and Jimmy were meant to be together it was written in the stars if you will, she just wanted to tell you both and get it over with but you were kids and now Maggie was here so it was all tits up from here.

"maybe talk to him tell him how you really feel y/n I know you and Jimmy were meant to be together everyone does" eve said making you look up at her with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, "he doesn't see me more as a best friend eve I'd be a fool to ever think anything else" you sighed.

Eve finished her tea standing up to leave "just give it a shot y/n you never know" eve stated giving you a small smirk as if she knew something you agreed walking out with her to Jimmy's trailer.

You felt nervous like a cage of birds in your stomach banging off the cage instead of butterfly's, you second guessed what you should do as your knuckles knocked of the metal door.

Giving three knocks to the door awaiting for him to answer "go away" you heard on the other side of the door, "Jimmy it's me" you said allowing yourself in his trailer only to be seen by a sight that makes your heart break.

Jimmy sat on the chair of his trailer sobbing, "Oh jimmy" you sighed making your way to him your hand on his shoulder in attempt to comfort him, as he sobbed hard, "why weren't you speaking to me y/n I know that argument we had but I tried to apologise and you never opened the door or listened" he hiccuped.

"Jimmy I didn't mean to give you the rubber ear it's just I needed space and you have Maggie I didn't want to get in the way" you sighed feeling an immense amount of guilt washing over you, "but our friendship means a lot more then some girl y/n we've known each other our whole life's for christ sake i thought you hated me" Jimmy cried in his vulnerable state.

it was now or never to say how you really felt about him, "Jimmy I'm so so sorry I hated what happened I'm not taking back what I said about Maggie but I get why you love her she's a whole lot better than me she's prettier, smart and skinny and I am jealous of what you two have because every part of me says that should be us Jimmy I don't hate you, I haven't stopped loving you once" you ranted.

Jimmy's soft brown eyes on your ones his lips parted at your words, "you love me?" He asked needed reassurance that after all these years he vented to his mother that he loves you thinking you never felt the same turns out that you indeed do, "yes Jimmy how could I not" you chuckled taking his hand in yours seating next to him as he watched your every move.

"But I thought you only saw me as a best friend nothing more" he said confused his eyes now darting between your eyes and lips, "that and more Jimmy" you smiled Jimmy cupped you're cheek pulling you in for a kiss, he kissed you like it was the last day on earth, a wave of warmth coursed through you kissing him back, "I love you too" he whispered against your soft lips.

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt kissing him more deeply, happy it's finally out that you love Jimmy even more ecstatic that he loves you back, you felt on top of the world the luckiest person alive all those years you waited for his lips to be on yours feeling like electricity with every kiss he gave you in that moment you wanted nothing more.

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sokovianemo · 1 year

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Soapy Hair

Pairing: soft!mommy!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: use of the word mommy (in a non-sexual manner), implied age regression, implied depression, r is self insert

Summary: you have these days, even weeks where you don’t feel like you, and at that time Wanda, your girlfriend, is there for you.

A/N: honestly idk if this short writing makes any sense but it’s been a way for me to let out how I feel so enjoy, I guess

Words: ~600

gif not mine

You heard the jingle of keys and the sound of your front door opening as you were sat on the couch - you’ve been there for what feels like days, it’s pretty much routine now to go from your bed to the couch and back to bed, only going to the dinner table when your girlfriend tells you to eat. you haven’t been motivated for anything for probably a week now, you just spend your days doing nothing but lay there - you turn your head to see your girlfriend come home, bags in her hand, right.. she went grocery shopping.

“Hey dragă, I’m back home!” She calls over to you as she continues her way to the kitchen to put all of the groceries away. You smile at her in acknowledgement as you watch her, when she put the last item away in the fridge she turns and walks back over to the couch, leaning down as she presses a kiss to your forehead and runs one of her hands through your hair “hm.. you need a shower my love.. how long has it been?” You shrug at her question, opening your mouth to let a raspy “don’t know..” out, the redhead nods and replies back to you in a gentle voice “it’s okay.. come, let’s take a shower.. I’ll join you” she takes a hold of your hands and gently pulls you up with her, heading towards the bathroom.

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It takes Wanda a while to convince you to actually take a shower with her once you were in the bathroom, the noise the water hitting the ground made was already too much, her response was to gently cover your ears with her hands and press some soft kisses to your forehead, whispering a small “it’s okay, little love, mommy’s here.. it’s okay..” it’s then that you break, letting out a sob before wrapping yourself around the woman, clinging to her as you cry, tucking your head in her neck. Wanda wraps her arms around you, softly rubbing your back “sshh.. sshh little love, you’re okay, it’s alright” she kisses your head and whispers “we’re just gonna take a quick shower, and then we’re gonna go back to bed, mommy’s gonna be here the whole time dragă, I’m right here” you nod in return, still clinging to her, while Wanda prefers to do everything like a normal person, she’s not going to make you let go of her, so with the snap of her fingers she’s undressed you both, stepping into the already running shower, all while she’s holding you as close to her as possible. “There we go.. you’re doing so so well.” She whispers as she kisses your head before grabbing a bottle of shampoo, squeezing some of it in her hand, gently rubbing it into your hair while continuously whispering little praises into your ear, telling you how proud she was of you, eventually you had to let go of her for just a little, she had to rinse all of the soap out of your hair, leaning your head back you let her run her fingers through your hair while she rinsed your soapy hair, the redhead smiled softly as she watched you, your eyes closed, looking rather peaceful under the warm stream of the water. When all the soap was gone she gently cupped your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your nose before gently squishing your cheeks “you’re the most adorable angel I’ve ever seen” she whispers, pressing little kisses all over your face. You let out a small giggle as she kissed your face, whispering “thank you for taking care of me, mommy” Wanda smiles and pecks your lips one more time before turning off the shower, pulling you out of the shower with her, quickly wrapping a towel around you before wrapping one around herself. “You did such a good job baby.. I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you for being here. I love you.” She spoke as she took you back to your shared bedroom for - in her opinion - some well deserved cuddles.

#wanda maximoff fic #sokovianemo writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda mcu

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keru0 · 1 year

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Stolen Snacks

Hopefully you guys like the first fic I’ve written in months! Its a Modern!AU where Itto is a school teacher and Gorou likes playing D&D with his friends.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Gorou, Ler!Itto (romantic)

Contains: Talks of eating behavior, SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 2075

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Gorou was hungry.

Very hungry.

He has spent almost the entire day with Kokomi, helping her design her new D&D campaign that she was making for their friend group of the Kamisatos, Thoma, Kujou Sara, and Yoimiya. However, in helping her make the campaign…he may have forgotten to eat, which he realized by a pointed grumble of his stomach as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, shared with his boyfriend, Itto.

Grumble

“Oh…” Gorou said aloud at the realization of his self-neglect. With it only being around 3 in the afternoon, he didn't want to eat a whole meal, knowing that he and Itto would enjoy dinner together later. Toeing off his shoes and putting his jacket on the coat rack, he walked to the kitchen and, opening every cabinet imaginable and finding nothing, he thought to himself, ‘There has to be something…’

Gorou always tried to make it a habit to have something available to eat in the apartment, but sometimes both he and Itto just got too busy, and their grocery shopping, or lack-thereof, caught up with them.

His stomach growled again when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Itto’s snack cakes, sitting on top of the refrigerator.

Walking towards the box of sweet treats, Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears flicked happily until they both stopped as soon as he looked inside the box, seeing that there was only one left. “...I’m sure he wouldn't mind…right?” He thought out loud. “Nah, he would let me have it…”

And with that thought, Gorou reached into the box, grabbed the plastic-wrapped package of cakes, threw out the box in the recycling, not the trash, and walked over to the couch to unwrap and enjoy his first meal food of the day.

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At 3:30 p.m., Itto came walking through the door, carefully hanging his jacket on the coat rack and slipping out of his dress shoes, he walked over to the couch where Gorou sat. Seeing his boyfriend, Gorou’s tail started immediately wagging, and he asked, “How was work, Itto?” his head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“Ah, it was fine. We had a field trip to the local Inazuman museum and I had to try and keep all of the kids together.” With a frown, he softly whispered, “I almost lost one of them…” Itto was a teacher. He decided, ‘Well, I love being around kids so much and making them happy, that’s gotta be the job for me!’ not realizing that having a classroom of upwards of 30 kids is like trying to tame 30 cats. They do what they want and only listen when they know you’re watching.

Hearing about his missing-child scare, Gorou could only laugh in response, thinking about how funny it would have been watching his precious boyfriend scramble around a museum to try and find a 10 year old.

“Pfft…hahahaha!”

“W-what?! It wasnt funny, Gorou! A kid could have gone missing!”

“Hehehe..r-right…” Gorou tried to hold in his laughter. “Ahand where were they…?”

Itto pouted and looked away. “In the group…I miss-counted…”

At that, Gorou just couldn't hold in his laughter. “Ahahaha! Y-you cohouldn’t count 30 kids! How did you even gehet your degrehehe~!” Gorou teased, now doubling over on the couch in laughter.

Itto pouted and blushed in embarrassment at the comment. “W-whatever! They were all moving around! I’d like to see you try and count 30 moving objects!”

With his laughing fit settling down, Gorou decided that maybe he should apologize just a little. “I’m sorry, babe, I know you can count, I’m just teasing~”

With his blush going away, Itto turned around and headed for the kitchen, wanting to get a snack before their dinner date in a few hours. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I need a snack. I managed to make a reservation as Uyuu restaurant by the way~ I know you love their cak-”

Itto cut his words short at the discovery of his missing snack cakes. ‘I left them here…’ he thought, looking on top of the fridge. “Gorou…did you eat my last snack cake?” He yelled to Gorou in the living room.

Hearing his words, Gorou’s hairs stood up and he froze in place. Not wanting to get caught, he replied, shouting to his boyfriend. “N-no…you must have eaten it!” Right after he said this, a glimmer caught his eye on the coffee table. ‘The wrapper!’ he thought to himself. Gorou went to quickly swipe the wrapper away so that Itto wouldn’t notice, but his luck was caught short, as Itto walked in as soon as he grabbed it.

Looking up at his boyfriend, he shyly smiled. “Ehe…h-hi Itto…”

“Hi pup…” Itto replied, smirking to himself. “Watchu got there~?”

“N-nothing…” Gorou replied, a nervous smile still on his face. “Did you decide to hold out until dinner…?” He asked, noting that no snacks had made their way into his boyfriend's clutches.

“Yeah, I can eat more at the restaurant…wanna open your hand, puppy~?” Itto questioned, walking closer to where Gorou sat, cornering him on the sofa.

“N-not really…” Gorou replied, his smile straining as Itto cornered him.

“Well I wanna see!” Itto said as he lunged for Gorou. Gorou squeaked has he rolled onto his stomach, hiding his hand beneath him.

“Oh I don’t think so, puppy~” Itto teased as he straddled Gorou’s hips as ehe hid his hands from him. “Show me!”

“N-noho!” Gorou squeaked, giddiness overtaking him.

“Oh~?” Itto smirked, leaning over his boyfriend to whisper into his ear. “Well I think I can make you show me, pup~” He teased has he softly blew against his dog-boyfriend’s ear while also sliding one of his nails up his side.

Gorou’s eyes widened before they quickly closed shut as he squeaked and squirmed at the ticklish feelings, a smile growing on his face. “N-nohoho!”

“Yehehes~!” Itto teased, giggling softly as he traced Gorou’s soft sides with his fingernails, slowly dragging them over his shirt up to his ribs and back down. “Come on, pup~ All you gotta do is show me what's in those paws of yours~!” He punctuated his statement with a soft nibble to Gorou’s ear, his ear trying to twitch away.

“Nohohoho! Nohohohot the ehehears! Ihihihitto!” His giggling quickly became laughter as Itto added in “nom-nom” sound effects to his nibbling. He would never admit it, but his tail was also wagging back and forth at the speed of light.

“Ohohohokay! Ohohohokay I’ll show yohohou! Stahahahap!”

Itto quickly stopped his ticklish attack on his boyfriend and leaned back, letting Gorou roll over onto his back as he shamefully looked away and slowly opened his hand. There, staring back at Itto, is what remained of his last snack cake. “Hah! You did eat it!”

“Y-yes, but- W-wait! Nohoho!” Gorou tried to explain himself but was cut short when Itto quickly resumed his tickling.

“I think you deserved to be punished for that, pup. Don’t ya think~?” Itto teased as he quickly began scribbling over Gorou’s tummy with all 10 of his nails. “Tickle tickle tickle~ Who’s a ticklish pup~”

“Ihihitto! C’mohohohon! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Gorou’s laughter doubled as Itto’s sharpened nails found their way under his shirt and to his soft belly, where they quickly discovered his navel, his pointer finger quickly dipping into it and scribbling around the soft skin.

“NOHoHOhO! IHiHIhItTO! LeHEhEhET eE EXpLAHaHahAIn!” Gorou laughed, his face scrunched up as tears of mirth threatened to fall.

Itto smirked and slowed his nails down to a slow and light scratching as he waited for his boyfriend’s explanation. “Okay, go on.”

“Ihi hadn’t eheaten all dahahy, soho when I gohot back thahats the fihihirst thing I fohound and I ahate it! Ihi didn’t thihink you’d be upsehet!”

Itto frowned as his tickling came to a halt. “What? You think I’m mad? I was just teasing you pup.” He scrithced his nails along Gorou’s soft sides, eliciting soft giggles. “But I can ignore that part for now. You hadn’t eaten all day?! Gorou it was 3 p.m. when you texted me that you were home!”

“I’m sorry! Time had just gotten away from me! I was so focused on helping Kokomi with her new campaign that the time just flew by…”

“Gorou, you know as well as I do that Kokomi neglects her own health too, and that Sara has to basically spoon feed her so she doesn’t starve.” Itto frowned at Gorou, whose ears were folded back in shame. Noticing, Itto quickly went to comfort him. “Hey, its alright. But you need to start taking better care of yourself, baby.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, a smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I think I need to teach you to take better care of yourself~” He said as he slid his hands higher into Gorou’s shirt and started poking at his ribs.

“N-noho! Nohohot agahahain!” Gorou laughed, his head thrown back as he laughed freely.

“Mhm. I need to teach you a very important lesson in self-care.” Itto smiled, as he dragged his nails over his boyfriend’s ribs, fluttered them down his sides, and scribbled over his tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHTTO! STAHAHAHAP YOHOU STUPID OHOHONI!” Gorou laughed as his hands locked around Itto’s arms, not doing anything to stop him as his tail happily wagged back and forth between his legs, brushing up against Itto’s back.

“Nah, I don’t think I will~” Itto teased when he suddenly felt the feeling of a tail brushing against his back. “Ohoho? You enjoying thihis, pup~? Thahat kinda tickles, buhut not as much ahas this~” Itto quickly raised Gorou’s shirt with one hand as he leaned down and began nibbling against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s tummy and sides, making sure to add in those “nom-nom” sound effects for extra effect. “Nom nom nom nom. Your laugh is so cute, Gorou~” He teased.

“NAHAHAHA CMOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAHAT! BAHAHABE!” Gorou shreiked as his boyfriend nibbled his sensitive middle, the maddening sensations causing him to go ballistic. His reactions were made worse, however, when Itto decided to release some powerful raspberries on his belly.

Gorou bucked his hips as the burst of air passed through Itto’s lips and onto his stomach, the man yelling out in surprise. “NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH IHIHIHI- STAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Gorou’s eyes pressed closed as ticklish tears started to travel down his cheeks.

“Just one more thing, puppy~” Itto smiled as he grabbed Gorou’s hips and started massaging his thumbs into the sensitive skin as he positioned his mouth right over his belly button and let loose, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the ticklish spot. Gorou’s laughter turned silent as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his tail swished back and forth quickly, his hips bucking as the maddeningly ticklish sensations overtook his brain. For Gorou, it seemed like an eternity, but Itto really only did it for a few seconds, and as soon as it started, it stopped. Gorou was left a panting mess, a bright red blush covering his face as he brought his arms up to wipe his tears, cover his face, and groan.

“Sorry…” Itto said. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” HE smiled nervously has he laid down on top of Gorou and carded his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his ears.

Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears twitched as Itto’s nails gently scratched his ears and scalp, left-over giggles falling out as he spoke. “N-nohoho. Ihihim fihine.” He said, circling his arms around his boyfriend in a hug so they could cuddle.

Itto happily kissed his cheek. “Good. But we really need to talk about you not eating, Gorou. I don’t want you to stop looking after yourself, baby.” He said, worried.

“I-I know… I’ll try to not let it happen as often. I’m sorry.” Gorou closed his eyes, relaxing into his boyfriend’s touches.

“Good. It’s fine, Gorou. You can eat all of the strawberry cake you want when we go to Uyuu Restaurant.” Itto closed his eyes and rested his head on Gorou’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

“Thanks, Itto.”

“Of course, pup.”

“...”

“...Itto you’re really heavy. Can we switch?”

“But I’m comfy.”

”Fine.”

With contented sighs, the two fell asleep, waking up a few hours later and just narrowly avoiding missing their planned dinner-date.

ADKGFADJADSKFJ this took me 2 hours to plan and write but I LOVE IT! I think it turned out great! Let me know what yall think!

#ler!itto #lee!gorou #genshin impact tickling #sfw #fluff #a lot of fluff #like a lot #possible triggers

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Heyo it’s me I’m back lol. I hope you’ve had a good day/night and if you haven’t I hope it gets better soon! Can I request a domestic one shot of Scott Lang and his boyfriend (Male! Reader) going grocery shopping together, it’s simple Ik but I thought it’d be really sweet and I need me some comfort lol.

If you don’t want to take it that’s fine too and thank you for the miles one shot I loved it!

A/n: Hunter ofc you can get a Scott lang x Male!reader oneshot I have no problem writing them at all 🫶 I hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it's a little bit short I wanted to write more but todays not going too great-

Out of Milk

Scott Lang x Male!Reader

( Summary: Scott noticed he's run out of milk but it's nothing that a simple grocery trip can't fix! )

Warning?: Light swearing and Puns? Is that a warning?? Honestly just domestic fluff

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“Huh, we’re out of milk.” You heard Scott say as he closed the fridge. He had his lips pursed as he turned to you, who sat at the small kitchen table eating a PopTart. He sadly looked down at his bowl of dry cereal, “guess I’ll eat something else..”

Placing the bowl the counter, he started looking through the cabinets. “Wh- hey, where’s the PopTarts?” “Oh this was the last one.” His eyes snapped to you as you took your last bite of the last PopTart and he groaned. “Well, what am I supposed to eat?” You shrugged “That dry cereal?” You tried not to laugh at his pouty face but it was near impossible with the way he was looking at you. “I’m not eating it dry.” “Then get some milk.” “We don’t have any milk!” “Hun, I meant at the store, let’s go to the store and get some milk- and other things.” You stood and went to his side, wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing your face closer to his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there really isn’t much of anything left in this kitchen.” He looked to the side and hummed, “I guess it had been a minute since I’ve gone shopping for the house." You hummed along with him and he sighed. "..I'll get my keys."

"Scott, remember we need to get real food too." You told him, looking down at your arm where your basket lays and seeing nothing but snacks. "I know that," he scoffed playfully and directed his attention back to the snacks. "I'm just grabbing stuff for Cassie." That was a half lie and you both know it. You let out a nose laugh and you shook your head as he added a bag of Goldfish to the growing basket of snacks. "That's the last one for now I swear." You audibly laughed at that one which made him let out a laugh as well. "For now?" he chuckles and goes to your side that's not carrying the basket and grabs your hand. "Yeah, for now." His smile was as big as ever as he watched you come down from your laughter. Making you laugh or smile just fills his chest with pride and he adores it.

"What are you staring at?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as he stared directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. "You, cutie." he bumped his hip against yours and you rolled your eyes at him, though by the smile on your face it was clear you weren't annoyed in the slightest bit. "You're so cheesy Scott." He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and gave yours a kiss. "I dis-a-brie." You threw your head back and groaned as he laughed and swung your hands drastically with a large smile on his face. "Was that a fucking cheese pun?" "ha, maybe." "ughhhh you gouda brie kidding me!" Scott gasped and abruptly stopped walking. Turning to you, his shock face soon turned mischievous. "Do you realize you've just started a war?" You smirked "A cheese pun war?" Scott nodded and you sighed. "I'm gonna re-grate this, aren't I?" "Ohoho, that was gouda." "All this cheese talk has made me realize we should probably actually get some shredded cheese." Scott nodded and so the two of you progressed into the dairy aisle together.

You grabbed a shredded cheddar mix and added it to your basket. "You think we should get yogurt?" You asked but didn't get a response. "Scott?" You turned and saw Scott staring at you with a small smile on his face. He always seemed to admire you when you weren't looking. It was something you queued in on before the two of you even started dating. "You're staring again Scotty." His eyes flicked to yours and he smirked, "I can't help it, you just look so gouda today." You stared at him for a second before shaking your head. "Are gouda puns the only cheese references you can make?" You narrowed your eyes at him, "Oh you feta believe I have many more cheese puns." "Yeah? Well I'm getting feta up with these puns." "Alright alright, because I love you, I'll stop." You sighed, "thank you." "But just in queso you didn't know-" "I'm leaving." "Hey, wait up!"

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You sighed as you finished unpacking your last bag of groceries. Placing the cheese in a drawer in the fridge. You were gonna close the door but something caught your eye, well more like a lack of something. You shuffled the old and new products around in your fridge before looking back towards the table where Scott was collecting the empty bags into a bigger bag. "Uhh, Scott.." Upon hearing his name his head shot up, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to speak. "You're not gonna believe this but.." You closed the fridge and leaned against it with a nervous smile on your face. He shook his head quickly and stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides. "What?"

"...We're out of milk."

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all of the asks. (ask game)

(you don’t actually have to i partially just thought it would be funny to say this i can pick specific ones if you want but also please do if you want to)

This is hilarious. I will do all of them because why not.

favorite chore: organizing things mostly but sometimes even that sucks, sweeping, or not really a chore--- peeling potatoes

least favorite chore: cleaning anything that's sticky/slimy/etc

aquarium, planetarium, museum, or zoo: it really depends on the kind. The aquarium in my town has a really big otter enclosure, so I love that. I really really like planetariums and museums but don't go enough.

favorite kind of museum: The ones that are pretty much people's houses turned into museums especially big old fancy houses with old artifacts. I do love a good art museum of course too.

cooking or baking (and your favorite thing to cook or bake): baking and apple crisp. It has peeling, cutting, etc.

favorite thing in your room: My bookshelf or all of the quotes stuck up on my wall.

favorite class you’ve ever taken: I haven't gotten much variety yet. I really like choir, Spanish, and English though.

what kinds of clothes do you typically wear?: tshirts, jeans, overalls, sweaters, really anything but if you see it it makes sense.

favorite way to be creative (can be anything: playlists, outfits, drawing, writing, decorating cookies, anything.): WRITING but I actually kind of have done a lot. I paint some. I make cool outfits. I actually painted a bunch of jean jackets last summer while listening to the FLF audiobook. I might do that again.

are you superstitious?: Yes and no. I am in the ways that I think are funny like sayings and jokes and having a "lucky necklace." I used to be more so.

favorite article of clothing you own: It's either this gray sweater I found thrifting, my Evermore sweatshirt, or my best jean jacket.

favorite way to carry things (pockets, purse, backpack, etc): I apologize in advance for the rant this will cause. I want to say pockets, but I can not because WOMEN'S PANTS POCKETS FIT NOTHING. I also have to carry an Epipen which can't even fit in men's pants pockets so a purse. I like satchel like purses that can fit a book.

what things do you usually have on you when you leave the house?: As stated before my Epipen, my phone which has my wallet stuff in it, a purse, a book, headphones, chapstick, some cash, etc.

favorite errand: grocery shopping or essential other things

dream job: a librarian who writes books in her spare time (with a dog and a cat <3)

favorite thing get when going out to eat: a burger or spaghetti usually

when did you lose your first tooth?: first tooth lost was pulled by the dentist, and I didn't know what was going on. It was HORRIBLE. I have gotten many pulled actually. First "naturally" lost was because my friend's friend hit my chin with her knee while we lifted her in the air at recess. I lost it in Spanish class a few days later.

any childhood memory you want to share:

do you like camping?: Yes, but mostly because I was taken a lot as a kid.

have you ever gone to summer camp and did you enjoy it?: I went to girl scout summer camp but family camp, so my mom was there. It was fine.

favorite place to write things: At a table anywhere without too much distractions

lucky number(s): 4, 7, 13, 14, 16

favorite place you’ve traveled to: Canada probably or just somewhere camping

place you want to travel to: Broadway or London or the Netherlands (to meet an old online friend)

favorite snack: gold fish

favorite smell: lemon verbena

something you’re proud of: all the progress I have made

do you have any pets?: I had a bunny as a little girl. I loved her. I had a dog, but she died two months (ish) ago. I miss her.

do you want any pets that you don’t have?: I want to have a dog again someday. I also will probably have a cat someday. (If I could get an orange cat, I would name it Kell.)

favorite place to go in your neighborhood: THE LIBRARY DUH

#this was so fun #i love talking about myself a little too much #thank you for the ask <3

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