Can I ask Gn!reader and Michael Jackson being in a relationship? :D
Michael being a lover boy with hugs and kisses meanwhile Reader feels too shy and embarrassed from his affection ☺️
Thank you and have a nice day 💖💖
#1 LOVERBOY
M.JACKSON(bad era) X GN!READER
He’s such a lover boy to his partner, he can’t help it!
Michael is the biggest lover boy ever. He’s a gentleman, and he’s even the most gentlemanly with you.
Whenever he was backstage at Speed Demon, he would be found with you in his trailer cuddling and kissing you.
You’d get flustered someone was trying to film him but since you’re basically attached to his hip as his partner. You’re easily caught in the recording trying to get out of his grip.
“Baby, stop.” He dragged the word ‘stop’, watching how quickly you got out of his arms.
He wasn’t upset by your actions, to him, he found it adorable.
You usually act like this anyway.
Whenever you two are at an interview, and whenever the interviewer mentions the relationship you both have.
Michael is quick to grab your hand and smile widely while you hide your face in embarrassment.
“I love them.” Is all he says to the interviewer who ‘awes ’ at you both.
He’ll be kissing your hand, kissing your neck, your cheek, your head, anywhere to be precise.
He once chased you down backstage before performing during a tour just to get one ‘good luck’ kiss.
“Mike stop!” You yelled giggling as you ran past crew members. Michael giggled louder as he finally caught up to you.
Ex Husband! Leon Kennedy will devote himself to getting you back. You left the ring in his hands with tears in your eyes. “I’m putting myself in the line of fire just so one of us can get better…” He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t fight. He knows you’re right.
Loading your bags into the trunk of the car, he holds you tight one final time. He kisses the crown of your head and that’s when the tears come.
Ex Husband! Leon Kennedy who comes knocking at your door when you have someone else deliver him the divorce papers. “You could have had the decency to give these to me yourself.” It had been a little more than 24 hours since he must have gotten them, “Y— You signed them already?” He’s holding the yellow envelope out to you. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” The stacks of papers are shoved lightly against your diaphragm.
You sit alone in the apartment you shared with him, staring at the open envelope. It’s been a second since you did, unable to reach for the stack of papers inside. You haven’t stopped bouncing your knee since you’ve sat down. Bitting your nails one more time, finally, you lunge forward to pull out the paperwork, quickly flipping it over on the highlighted tab—
authors note: Okay, so this idea is so silly and stupid, but I like it okay?! So, yes, I decided to write a secret Tumblr user Bucky fangirling over their teammate. And because I wanted to add some comedic elements, I made Bucky not even create an alter ego, his love for his teammate might as well be plastered across a billboard if his account ever reached popularity (I envision his blog having less than 200 followers.) Anyways, I hope you guys like this turned out!
synopsis: Bucky being aloof was nothing new. It was his thing, okay? But would you believe it if he was secretly the account owner of a blog dedicated to you? Fanart, fan fiction, thirst posts, you name it. Discovering the page while scrolling through Tumblr, you couldn't help but be amused by the whole thing.
The mission had been a nightmare. Three days of tracking, two of fighting, and now you were finally back at the Avengers compound, nursing a bruised rib and slight limp. Bucky had been your assigned partner for the mission, as per Steve's strategic pairing.
You'd always thought Bucky was a bit aloof around you. Not rude, just reserved. He'd nod in acknowledgment, offer tactical advice when needed, but rarely engaged in the casual banter you shared with other team members. Steve had assured you it was just Bucky's way, that he'd warm up eventually.
"I'm heading to the debrief room," you told Bucky as you passed him in the hallway. "Steve wants us to go over the mission report."
He gave that slight nod you'd become accustomed to. "I'll be there in five."
As you walked away, you didn't notice the way Bucky's shoulders relaxed, nor did you hear the soft sigh of relief he exhaled once you were out of sight. He pulled out his phone, opened Tumblr, and began typing furiously.
For the past eighteen months, Bucky had maintained a secret identity online. WinterShield, a fan account dedicated entirely to you. His blog was a collage of mission photos (some official, some surreptitiously taken), analyses of your fighting techniques, and, most embarrassingly, fan fiction he'd written about you.
Thinking that the account would never see the light of day, Bucky didn't see the point of keeping his identity a secret. After all, who in their right mind would think that the official Bucky Barnes would be on Tumblr and not some role player? Opening the draft section, Bucky's latest post was already taking shape.
THEY DID THE THING AGAIN. That move where they disarm three guys in like 2.5 seconds? I'M SCREAMING. And then they looked at me, AT ME, and asked if I was okay. ME. The former assassin who definitely was not having heart palpitations because their teammate looked at them with concerned eyes. NOPE. Totally cool over here. Just casually internally combusting.
Afterward, in the quinjet, they kept adjusting their tactical gear, specifically the left shoulder strap where it was rubbing against their bruised ribs. I wanted to offer medical assistance but instead I just sat there like a malfunctioning robot, probably looking constipated. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?
Bucky hit post. This was his release valve, his way of processing emotions that still felt too big and too complicated for his post Hydra brain. The anonymity (or lack thereof) of the internet allowed him to express what he couldn't in person. That he was completely, utterly smitten with his teammate.
A week later, you were browsing Tumblr during some downtime, scrolling through fan theories about recent Avengers missions and liking fanart. However, one particular post caught your eye. As you began reading, a strange feeling washed over you.
The details were uncannily specific. The way you'd hidden your injury during the last mission, the exact sequence of moves you'd used against the final opponent. But that was public knowledge, right? Anyone could have pieced that together from mission reports.
You decided to keep reading.
Afterward, in the quinjet, they kept adjusting their tactical gear, specifically the left shoulder strap where it was rubbing against their bruised ribs. I wanted to offer medical assistance but instead I just sat there like a malfunctioning robot, probably looking constipated. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?
Your hand flew to your mouth. That specific detail, about your left shoulder strap, was something only someone on the quinjet would have known. Something you hadn't even gone to the medic bay to get fixed.
Frantically, you scrolled through WinterShield's blog. Post after post, detail after detail that was too precise to be coincidence. Photos taken from angles only a teammate could achieve. Descriptions of your habits, your expressions, your mannerisms.
And then you found it, a post from six months ago titled "Coffee and Kindness":
TODAY THEY BROUGHT ME COFFEE AND I'M PRETTY SURE I STOPPED BREATHING FOR A SOLID MINUTE. They remembered how I take it. Extra sugar, black otherwise. HOW? Is their superpower mind reading? Do they have a secret file on everyone's beverage preferences? I'm not even mad, I'm impressed. And also maybe a little aroused. OKAY A LOT AROUSED. SEND HELP.
You couldn't help but laugh at the all caps enthusiasm. This wasn't just a fan. This was a full on stan, and based on the details, there was really only one person it could be.
"Steve?" you called out, your voice shaky with laughter as you found him in the common area. "You need to see this."
As Steve read through the blog, his expression shifted from confusion to shock to concern. "This is detailed and very enthusiastic."
"You don't think…" you couldn't finish the thought, giggling now.
Steve's eyes met yours, full of dawning realization. "The all caps posts about tactical gear, the detailed analysis of your fighting style...there's only one person who could have written this."
You decided not to confront Bucky immediately. This was too entertaining to end so quickly. Instead, you decided to conduct a little experiment. The next morning at breakfast, you made sure to sit across from Bucky.
"Morning, Barnes," you said with your brightest smile. "Sleep well?"
He nearly choked on a piece of pancake. "Fine. You?"
"Couldn't sleep," you replied, leaning forward slightly. "Too busy thinking about that mission debrief we have today. I'm really looking forward to working closely with you again."
Bucky's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "We…we have a debrief?"
"Yep," you said, popping the 'p'. "All day. Just the two of us. In a small room. With lots of paperwork."
Later that day, you checked WinterShield's blog. Sure enough, a new post was up:
THEY SIT ACROSS FROM ME AT BREAKFAST AND ASK IF I SLEPT WELL. I DON'T SLEEP. I HAVEN'T SLEPT PROPERLY SINCE 1945. BUT TODAY I ESPECIALLY DIDN'T SLEEP BECAUSE THEY LEANED FORWARD AND SAID "LOOKING FORWARD TO WORKING CLOSELY WITH YOU." I think I short circuited. Sam had to check if I was still breathing. I wasn't. I'm writing this from the afterlife where I will spend eternity replaying that moment in my head.
You were practically crying with laughter. This was your new favorite hobby.
The next day, you upped the ante. During training, you "accidentally" brushed against Bucky more times than strictly necessary.
"Oops, sorry," you'd say with a wink each time. "Guess I'm just clumsy around you."
By the end of the session, Bucky was a flustered mess, barely able to complete his training routines. That night's blog post was a masterpiece of keyboard smashing:
ajskdhfaskdjhfg THEY KEEP TOUCHING ME. "ACCIDENTALLY." THEIR HAND BRUSHED MINE SEVEN TIMES. SEVEN. I COUNTED. I'M NOT EVEN SURE MY NAME IS JAMES ANYMORE. IT MIGHT BE "THE PERSON WHOSE TEAMMATE KEEPS 'ACCIDENTALLY' TOUCHING THEM." I WOULD ACCEPT THIS NEW IDENTITY. GLADLY.
You decided it was time to put Bucky out of his misery. During movie night, you strategically positioned yourself next to him on the couch, "accidentally" falling asleep and resting your head on his shoulder. You weren't actually asleep, of course. You were listening to his increasingly panicked breathing.
When the movie ended, you "woke up" with a stretch.
"Oh, sorry about that," you said, pretending to be embarrassed. "Guess I was more tired than I thought."
"No problem." Bucky said, but his voice was an octave higher than usual.
"You know," you said casually, pulling out your phone, "I was reading this really interesting fan blog earlier. WinterShield? Have you heard of it?"
Bucky went rigid. "I don't really follow fan content."
"Really? You should," you said, turning your phone to show him the blog. "They have some interesting perspectives. Like this post about how I 'accidentally' touched them during training. But the strangest thing is that instead of the reader being faceless, it has you being the recipient. Every single post."
Bucky's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the screen, then at you, then back at the screen. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. The blush that had been creeping up his neck suddenly exploded across his face, turning him a shade of red you'd previously only seen on the team's warning alerts.
"That's…that's just a coincidence," he finally managed to squeak out, his voice cracking. "Lots of people look like me."
"Bucky," you said, your tone softening slightly despite your amusement. "The post includes detailed descriptions of your tactical gear. Unless there's another one of those running around, I'm pretty sure it's you."
He slumped against the couch cushions, looking utterly defeated. "How long have you known?"
"About a week," you admitted, unable to keep the grin off your face. "I have to say, your all caps posts about my 'combat hair' and 'mission face' are my personal favorites. Very passionate analysis."
Bucky buried his face in his hands. "I'm never using the internet again."
"Oh, don't say that," you replied, nudging his shoulder playfully. "Where else would I get such detailed compliments about my 'strategic genius' and 'battle ready physique'?"
He stared at you, completely dumbfounded. "You…you read them all?"
"Every word," you confirmed. "Including the one where you described my 'eyes like molten chocolate' and 'smile that could stop traffic.' Though I think you might have been exaggerating a bit there."
Bucky's blush returned with a vengeance. "I…I was…it's called creative license."
"Well, Mr. Creative License," you said, reaching out to trace a line down his metal arm. "I was wondering if you'd like to get some coffee sometime? No audience, no blog posts. Just you and me."
He looked like he might actually faint. "You…you want to get coffee...with me?"
"I do," you said firmly. "Unless you'd rather write about me from afar?"
"No!" he said quickly, then cleared his throat. "I mean…yes. To the coffee. Not to the writing from afar."
"Good because I'd much rather have the real thing than read about it."
Bucky's eyes widened at your implication, but he managed a nod. "Friday? Seven o'clock?"
"It's a date." you confirmed, giving him one last wink before walking away. That night's WinterShield post was short but sweet:
I HAVE A DATE WITH THEM. AN ACTUAL DATE. I'M PRETTY SURE THIS IS A DREAM AND I'M GOING TO WAKE UP ANY SECOND. IF THIS IS REAL, I MIGHT ACTUALLY EXPLODE FROM HAPPINESS. SOMEONE PUNCH ME, BUT NOT TOO HARD BECAUSE I NEED TO LOOK GOOD FOR FRIDAY.
can i get a little more of seungminchan poly please? 🤲💓 ty in advance your writing is so good <33
I'm so sorry this is like 20 years later 🤣😅 hopefully you enjoy it 💕
End of the Day
Poly!MinChanSeung x Reader
3 times you show your love to the boys + 1 time they show it right back.
A/N: i tried to write Reader as gender neutral as possible but its stated that they wear makeup.
More from this AU: Match his freak | Night in | Kiss me again
One would think that Minho being the designated chef in the relationship meant that he was exempt from other kitchen duties, like cleaning the fridge. But according to the shared Google doc that someone (Kim Seungmin) made, it was his turn this month. Minho hates cleaning the fridge. He hates how inefficient it is that he has to take everything out, clean, and then put everything back in. There has to be a better way to do it. (There really isn’t).
So imagine his surprise when, on his day off, he finally decides to get it over with, armed with cleaning supplies and gloves, only to find it spotless. He tilts his head at the sight, confused. Kim Seungmin is a stickler to rules, he wouldn’t do it even if Minho begged. And he doesn’t, which means Chan cleaned it.
Giggling, he closes the door. Now he can continue with his plan of cat cuddles on the couch while binging that dating show Jisungie keeps pestering him about. He quickly puts the cleaning supplies back, grabs some snacks and parks himself on the couch for a long afternoon of reality TV.
It isn’t until late that night, when he’s already in bed curled around his older boyfriend – for no other reason that Chan would whine until he does, of course –, that he remembers the mysteriously done task. He clings closer to Chan’s back, arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss to his ear, “hyung-ah, you cleaned the fridge” he says in a cute voice, kissing the spot again.
Chan grumbles, almost asleep, making a questioning sound while burrowing closer to Minho’s warmth, “I didn’t, baby” he mumbles softly, “must’ve been Seungminnie” is said around a yawn. Minho hums, feeling Chan’s breathing slow down. Seungmin wouldn’t do that, would he? Well. He does know Minho hates cleaning the fridge. Minho giggles quietly. He’ll give the puppy a treat as a thank you.
Two days later, Minho enters the apartment after work, hands full with his belongings and Seungmin’s treat. He kicks his shoes off and drops his bag, making his way to the kitchen, walking past the dining table where you and Seungmin are sitting. The older man puts the pastry box down on the counter, grabbing a plate and fork and swapping the coffee cake to the dish.
The blonde slides Seungmin’s book away to set down the plate in front of the younger, watching as his head tilts curiously. Heh. Puppy. “Hyung?” he looks up at Minho, “what’s this for?”
Minho puts his hand on the back of Seungmin’s neck, squeezing affectionately, “for cleaning the fridge”. He watches as the younger frowns, and wonders if he’d prefer Minho didn’t bring it up, “I know it was my turn-”
“I cleaned the fridge” your voice speaks up, making Minho turn towards you. The ear buds you were previously wearing are now on top of your journal, open to display neat handwriting and color-coded tasks. “Puppy mentioned you don’t like it, and since you feed me all the time, I thought I’d do it” you shrug, like it’s not a big deal, like it makes total sense, while petting Doongie, the orange tabby curled up on your lap.
The fact that you don’t live with them, but still thought to clean their fridge as a thank you gesture, warms his heart, affection blossoming inside him. Because here you are, so pretty and thoughtful, doing chores he hates without him having to ask for help, being kind to his babies. And Chan and Seungmin.
He blinks a couple of times, lips pouting unconsciously, before placing his hands on the table, leaning into your space. He has to give you props for maintaining eye contact, but catches the way you stop caressing Doongie, fingers twitching. “Nice kitty-cat” he coos, bringing his hand under your chin to scratch gently.
The action makes you laugh nervously, nibbling your bottom lip. He uses his thumb to pull it down, leaning closer to kiss you gently. When he pulls back, you’re already looking at him, eyes bright, “here” he coughs, averting his eyes. Minho steals the plate from Seungmin, ignoring the younger’s complaints, and places it in front of you, patting your head a last time before making his way out of the kitchen, ignoring his rapidly heating ears.
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Seungmin’s having a bad day, maybe even a worse day. Not the worst, but close. He’s tired, there’s a massive headache pulsing behind his eyes, and still has half of his day to get through. The fresh outside air feels nice against his skin as he makes his way through the courtyard, choosing an empty table and sitting down heavily. He discards his book bag before leaning his arms on the surface as a makeshift pillow for his head.
He stays like that for a few minutes, listening to the idle chatter from the students occupying the space, trying to will his headache away. Ping. Seungmin lets out a groan at the incoming text, not wanting to come out of his little arm-cave. Ping. He swears, if it’s Minho hyung with one of his too-close not-at-all-appetizing food photos…
Blindly reaching for his phone, he brings it up to his face, squinting at the harsh light. ‘Call me ♡’ reads the notification, your photo attached to it, and ‘mukbang time!’ is the second text. Seungmin chuckles, unlocking the device to video call you. It barely rings twice before your face appears on his screen, “hi, my Minnie” you say softly, eyes focused on something else, “is home office day so I thought we could have lunch together!”
He hums, staying in his position, not wanting to move to retrieve his lunchbox, courtesy of Minho. The line goes silent for a minute before you turn to your phone, the sound of the mouse clicks stopped, “you okay, baby?” Seungmin just hums again, closing his eyes, “headache? I slipped some aspirins in your wallet”
Oh, he’ll so kiss you later for saving him the trip to the infirmary. Leaving the phone on the table, he reaches for his wallet and water bottle, taking the pill quickly. He can hear you clicking around again, faint music coming from your side of the line. “What are you having for lunch?” he asks after retrieving his lunchbox, the smell of Minho’s cooking reaching him as soon as he opens the lid, “Minho hyung made japchae”
“Lucky” you sigh dramatically, making him chuckle, “Hyunjin made pasta yesterday, it’s mostly cheese but it tastes pretty good” you show the camera the bowl before taking a bite. You dive into a story about one of your coworkers, Seungmin mostly listening and enjoying his lunch.
When he finishes, he packs the lunchbox away, leaning the phone against his water bottle and resting against his forearms again, to watch you. The shirt you’re wearing is one you stole from him, and, since you’re at home, your face is clean of any makeup, hair clean and fluffy but away from your face. You’re so pretty.
“Hey, can I come over later? I’ll help you with your assignments if you’d like” you snap him out of his thoughts, a quick glance at the clock telling him his break is almost over. He groans jokingly, not really in a mood to think about that, his head still pulsing lightly. “Or” you singsong, “we could watch baseball highlights and maybe do face masks”
Seungmin bites his lip to stop the besotted smile threatening to split his face, “you won’t know what’s going on” he teases gently, unconsciously reaching out as if he could touch you through the screen. He laughs when you whine and complain, “sure, baby, see you tonight”
You say goodbye, waving at him and making kissy faces. He laughs quietly, sending you a kiss back before ending the call. With a sigh, he gathers his belongings, standing up to resume his day with a lighter mood than earlier.
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The door closes softly behind Chan, welcoming him with the warmth of his home after a long day at work and a heavy workout routine. One he might or might not have overdone. Soft paws approach him as he puts away his shoes, Soonie’s meow reaching him before the orange tabby sits in front of him, looking up at the human. “Hi, baby” he coos, leaning down to scratch the cat’s chin, Soonie purring against his fingers.
Chan giggles, “is your hyung back? You wouldn’t be here with me, right?” Soonie meows, like he’s agreeing with Chan, before turning away and trotting back to the living room. The man follows him down the hallway, placing his bag with his laptop on the armchair before settling down on the couch. Soonie hops, quickly claiming his lap.
He scratches between the cat’s ears, before leaning his head back, eyes closed. Soonie keeps purring away, a perfect loaf on his lap. Chan feels so tired, a heavy kind of tired, like there’s a weight on his shoulders getting heavier with each breath. Maybe he should just go to sleep, you know, tomorrow will be a new day and all that.
A door opens, then soft footsteps down the hall, “hi, Chan-ah” you say brightly, mischievous. It’s Minho’s fault, but Chan would be lying if he said he doesn’t like it when any of you call him that. He just thinks you guys are so cute, saying it like you’re getting away with something, eyes sparkling with giddiness over calling him so casually.
Chan hums back, not bothering to open his eyes, hearing you mess around in the kitchen. Soonie hops down from his legs, following you in hopes of receiving a treat. “Channie” you call him softly after a few minutes of silence, “you okay?” the question is gentle, like you don’t want to spook him. Chan lets out a sigh, forcing his shoulders down, trying to appear relaxed.
The older man blinks his eyes open, noticing that you’re standing closer than he assumed, “I’m fine, just tired” he answers, aiming a reassuring smile your way. He doesn’t know what his face gave away but it has you crossing the space, falling onto the cushion beside him and hugging him.
His arms wrap naturally around your waist, pressing you against his chest tighter, “I got you” you assure him, dropping a kiss to his temple. Chan feels his heart flutter, hugging you a little closer, before giggling, “more like I got you” he says in the cutesy voice that gets him called ‘cringe’ from the boys. He basically tackles you onto the couch, landing you on your back with him half on top.
You yelp at the sudden manhandling but let him do it regardless, running your fingers through his hair as soon as he settles. He feels his body relax into yours, the scent of your body wash and favorite shampoo and just you allowing his mind to slow down. “Where’s Seungminnie?” he asks, tracing circles over your skin where his hand rests.
Humming, one of your hands slips under his shirt, “he was falling asleep when I came out here” your hands are warm and grounding, “want to go join him?” He considers it, burrowing closer to you, face hidden in the crook of your neck.
“What about you and Minho-yah?” a yawn escapes him, eyelids growing heavier. Your hand is back in his hair, making him even more drowsy, “join us?” is half of a question, but he hopes you understand him.
Your chest jumps when you chuckle, pressing another kiss on his forehead, “sure, baby, we’ll find a way to fit all four on Seungmin’s bed” you giggle, the sound sweet and lovely. Ah, love goggles, as Minho calls them. He just can’t help it when his partners are the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
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Tedious meetings. Awful bosses. You can’t wait to get home, steal some of Hyunjin’s snacks, and curl under the covers to sleep for at least 15 hours. There could be no better way to end the day.
The door beeps open and you push your way inside, noticing the lights in the hallway are off, which is strange because Hyunjin should be home. You’re kicking your shoes off when a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and you can’t help the little scream that escapes your lips.
The attacker laughs that squeaky giggle that belongs to the cutest blond with the prettiest dimples ever. “Sorry, sorry” Chan giggles in your ear, “hi, baby” his lips press a soft kiss to your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “how was your day?” he asks, rocking your bodies side to side, arms wrapped securely around you.
Heart still racing from the scare, you lean back against his chest, dropping your bag on the floor to grab onto his arms, “Long” you sigh, “what’re you doing here, wolfie? Did I forget our plans?” turning your face to the side, noses almost bumping. Chan chuckles, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before you close the distance yourself. His lips are soft against yours, and you swallow the little airy sound that escapes him, deepening the kiss.
“Quit hogging our partner, Chan-ah!” Minho’s voice booms through the apartment, coming from the living room, startling you. Chan whines when you pull back, burrowing his face into your neck, grip tightening around your waist. “Get back here, old man!” Seungmin adds, laughing.
Chuckling, you pat Chan’s bicep, unwrapping his arms from around you to drag him towards your other partners. Minho and Seungmin are sitting on the couch. Or more like, Minho is slouched on the couch, keeping Seungmin in place with a strong thigh thrown over the younger’s lap, hand wrapped around Seungmin’s bicep, fingers kneading the muscle. Guess someone is hanging out with Felix too much.
You take the opportunity to get in Seungmin’s space, grabbing his chin to place kisses all over his face. “Hi, my Minnie~” you coo, kissing his cheek soundly as he squirms around, pretending to hate the affection. Minho laughs that sweet, a little deranged, mischievous laugh of his, tightening his grip on the younger. “What are you guys doing here?” you ask again, letting Seungmin get away from your grasp, leaning down to peck Minho on the lips.
The younger blond lets go of Seungmin’s arm, trapping your waist to tug you down onto his lap. You accidentally knee Seungmin in the thigh on the way down, Chan’s laugh ringing in the air at the face the younger pulls. It’s a mess of limbs fighting for space before you end up sandwiched between them. “You could’ve just told me while I was standing” you scoff, apologetically rubbing Seungmin’s thigh.
Minho chuckles, “we just wanted to spoil you a little” he says, voice soft, turning your face from where you’re still fretting over Seungmin to see Chan holding a bouquet of flowers. “Hyung was supposed to surprise you at the door, instead of scaring you to death” he teases, enjoying the way Chan’s neck starts to turn red.
“I got excited” the oldest says sheepishly, scratching the back his neck. You reach for the bouquet, cellophane paper crinkling under your fingers. It’s beautiful, and big and heavy, different kinds of flowers mixed in a sweet array of colors. “And there’s your favorite boba order in the fridge and Minho-yah made you dinner”
Tears prickle the corner of your eye, the sweet gesture filling your chest with warmth. You’ve barely sniffled when Seungmin pokes your cheek, “don’t be so sentimental” he coos teasingly, pinching your cheek and effectively stopping the tears from falling.
Rolling your eyes, you push his hand away, pretending to bite him when he pokes your cheek again. “Thank you, Channie, they’re beautiful” you smile at him, basking in the way he beams back at you. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy right now.
You lean forward to place the flowers on the center table, being careful not to crush them. Minho’s hands guide you back gently, fingers rubbing figures over your shirt. “You can go wash up and we’ll set the table and prepare blankets and cushions to watch a movie after” that sounds nice, so you hum, holding your hand out to Chan, who doesn’t hesitate to take it. Giggling, you tug him down, and while it takes a significant amount of strength to move Chan against his will, he clearly hadn’t been expecting it, tumbling into Seungmin’s lap.
“Ah, hyung~” the younger complains, whining and squirming under his weight. You move closer to Minho, your back against his chest, tugging Chan’s legs over yours. The blond giggles, face pink, as Seungmin wraps his arms around his waist, chin propped on the older man’s shoulder.
“Let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?” the question is met with agreeing noises, your hand slipping into Chan’s, and you snuggle further into Minho, turning your face to press a kiss against his jaw. Well, there is a better way to end the day after all.
Hii! I love your fics a lot, your an amazing writer. I was wondering if you could write an avengers(mcu) x scottish!teen reader fic. Maybe the reader is new to America and was recruited by shield!
Parental!Avengers x Scottish!Teen!reader
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
gn!reader, teen!reader, Scottish!reader, no use of y/n
We're pretending civil war ended happily ever after for this
A/N: Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that people enjoy my work and think its higher quality! I wasn't really sure how to incorporate the fact the reader is Scottish without making it just a straight up stereotype so it's not too present in this. So sorry for the unexpected breaks, but I hope you enjoy this!
You really had no clue what to make of it when operatives from an international organization of spies and superheroes offered to fly you across the Atlantic Ocean to assist Earth's so-called "mightiest heroes".
At first, you'd thought it was some weird scam. Who offers to fly a teenager into a completely different continent without their parents to assist a bunch of grown adults with death-defying missions?
Eventually, though, they managed to convince you it was legitimate, and before you knew it, you were on the plane headed to New York City.
The first time you were introduced to the team, it was in some meeting room in the Avengers tower. All they'd been told was that there was a new recruit, but they didn't realize just how young you were.
Tony and Thor were the only ones who weren't overly concerned about your age. But even then, you'd catch hints of anxiety in their expressions from time to time.
Natasha would be the most vocal about you not going on dangerous missions, though she'd also spend the most time training you. It wouldn't matter to her if you had powers, hand-to-hand combat was a skill she wanted to make sure you had.
If you knew Gaelic the two of you would use it to communicate without the others overhearing.
Tony would definitely tease you about your accent and stereotype you like there's no tomorrow. You'd throw it all right back at him, though. He respected you for that.
Rhodey would high five you any time you said something to Tony. He would also tease him about how the literal child is more mature than he is.
Clint would probably be the most fatherly. He has his own kids around your age, so he'd probably know how to interact with and handle you the best.
If you're into science-ey stuff Bruce is definitely open to supervising you in the labs. It would probably take him a bit to warm up to you, but once you two got used to each other, it would be non-stop nerding out between you two.
You would be absolutely fascinated by Thor and the concept of Asgard. If you were at all into your own folklore you'd compare your local myths with what he knows as his truths (even if he's technically from Norse mythology, there's still some overlap).
If you were into anything artsy, Steve would definitely encourage you all of the way. Especially if you're into drawing and painting.
Wanda and Peter would be so happy to have someone closer to their age range to hang around with. You would be like the three-musketeers.
Speaking of Wanda, you two would definitely bake together. Even if you're not a huge baked goods person, you still take the time to relax with her.
You and Sam would team up and pull the most epic pranks ever. You two would get along great! (Although there would definitely be a few prank wars just between the two of you). He'd be like a fun uncle.
You'd probably all have movie and game nights together. You would introduce them to your own games and movies from back home.
If you ever got homesick they'd all pitch in to either find a way to get you back home for a bit, or a way to bring a little bit of that home to you.
If you experience any sort of culture shock they'd all be more than willing to walk you through it. Most of them have experience with it in some form or another. Especially Steve and Wanda.
If you start going to Midtown with Peter you two would definitely get into some absolutely insane situations with each other. You'd probably become friends with Ned & MJ too.
Overall, it would definitely be a lot of chaos but a lot of fun. At the end of the day they'd grow to be more than colleagues, but almost like a family.
Massimo Torricelli x College Student Part 2 How you Meet
Gender Neutral reader, reader isn't from Italy.
The first time you meet for him, you were at the beach, unaware a man was watching you minutes before his life would change forever. He was younger then, just as you were.
Yet even though he saw you for only a moment, your image was in his soul, dragging him back from Hell.
It wasn't long before he saw you again, two years later, you were going to the library to return a book you needed for a class that you were totally acing.
He saw you as his men and him drove down the streets, his heart nearly jumping from his chest, he felt so vulnerable again, like it was two years ago, it was a safer part of the city for him, the car pulled off to the side and wouldn't his luck smile on him you dropped your student ID.
"Susca," He calls out, you turn to him.
The two of you stare for a moment, a beat passing between you two, he's normally so smooth but in this moment Massimo forgets to even breathe.
"You..uh." He looks down at the ID and then holds it out to you.
"Oh!" You say in English, "Thank you, Graci."
"You're foregin?" Massimo says as you take your ID back.
"Oh, I guess." You say, "I'm studying.." You drone off talking about your major, getting your masters and blush when you realize you've been talking a while.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be too trusting, I'm (y/n)."
"Massimo." The completely love stricken man says taking your hand in his own, you suspect that he'll shake your hand but instead he kissed your knuckles.
You blush, a small smile coming over your face.
"I have to go." You say gently taking your hand. "Maybe I'll see you around?"
"I'd..I actually have to go into the library too. Do you mind if I join you?"
It was a lie and his closest people would scold him for it but he wasn't letting you get away not yet.
"Sure." You say with a shrug. "Are you in school?"
"No," Massimo says getting the door for you. "I'm in business."
"Fun, you kind of have the look for it."
"And what's the look?" He asks curiously, aware of his surroundings as he follows you up the stairs.
"Brooding, somewhat dark, like you can totally capture someones' soul with a glare."
Massimo snorts, shaking his head as the two of you enter the grand library. "I doubt I can capture someone's soul with a stare."
"Have you ever tried?" You ask with a cheeky grin.
And there, right in that moment Massimo Torricelli knows he's not walking away without a date, without your number, without taking you home and never letting you go.
"Dibs," Tig calls out as he starts walking towards you. The other guys grab him back, and they all start to argue over not being able to call dibs on this.
Unknown to them, an oblivious Opie who had been under a car was walking towards you with a friendly smile on his face. Clearly, he hadn't heard their squabbling.
Happy smacks the back of his hand against Jax's kutte as he motions with his head. They all turn to see you laughing at something Opie is saying.
"may the best man win…" Jax says quickly, making his way over as the others follow, trying to shove and knock each other down to get to you first.
sanji x reader where he’s basically in love with them, he’s always by their side but reader can’t quite understand why someone as handsome as sanji would love someone like them, angsty and fluffy please! i love sanji so so so so much
Sanji's Love | LA! Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader (Spoiler for the Live Action One Piece show)
Summary: In which Y/N doubts that Sanji actually loves them and thinks he was just flirting with them out of pity, because who could fall in love with someone who barely knew how to boil water, much less cook.
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader
Y/N sat on the ram head of the boat, their legs dangling from the ledge as they looked over the ocean that was sloshing around beneath them. They couldn't believe that they were a part of a Pirates crew after years of serving the Baratie, they had always had the dream to be a part of one just like Zeff was before he had lost his leg. Thinking about it now though, they couldn't understand why Luffy had wanted them on his crew. Maybe it had been Sanji's persuasion or the fact that Luffy always felt the need to have them fulfill their dreams whilst they look for the One Piece together. Y/N sighed, pulling their legs up to their chest and resting their head on their knees.
"Y/N, darling, what are you doing all the way up there?" Came the voice of Sanji, the man Y/N had been avoiding since they had become a part of Luffy's crew. The eighteen-year-old looked over the edge of the ram and towards the older blonde who looked up at them with a charming smile which made Y/N blush at one of the pet names the cook seemed to call them in endearment.
"Uh, thinking." Y/N admitted, smiling shyly at the nicely dressed man who walked a little more to the ram head so he could climb up there with them, though it seemed to be hard for him to climb with pants as tight as his. Y/N's thoughts seemed to disappear as they watched Sanji try to climb up the ram head, which caused the younger of the two to giggle at him. Sanji thought it was music to his ears. "Do you need help hun?" They asked him, watching as the man struggled to hang onto the statue, with one leg draped over so he could get a good footing.
"No, I've got this," he strained, pulling himself slowly up the ram head and sitting with his back against theirs for a moment as he gasped in breaths, his hair now sticking to his already sweaty forehead.
"No, no, I see you've got it," They nudged him causing Sanji to chuckle and swing his legs around so he was now sitting side to side with the younger teen. Their smile soon turned into a frown again as they looked out to the ocean again, Sanji noticed this and pushed his shoulder against their's.
"What's the matter, love?" He asked them gently. They didn't want to admit it, not anyone, but they felt as if they didn't deserve Sanji's love and appreciation. They didn't look anything like the kind of person Sanji would prefer. They looked at him with a frustrated glint in their eye.
"Why do you love me?" They asked him, his eyes going wide from the sudden question. He didn't think they'd question his love and loyalty, sure he was a big flirt, but he had quit doing that because Y/N was everything he had always wanted in a partner.
"What's brought this on?" He asked, his hand going against their back as a way to comfort them.
"I just... I just can't understand why you'd want me when there are so many more people out there and you picked me? Why? I'm a nobody, even when I worked at Baratie." They said, looking at him with frantic eyes. He stared at them in shock.
"Dear, there is no one on this planet besides you that I want," He said gently to them.
"Really?" They doubted, their overthinking nature always seemed to win. He smiled at them, bringing his face closer to theirs and giving them a kiss on the forehead, which caused them to close their eyes. He pulled back from them, looking at their content face.
"Really," he said, "is that also why you were avoiding me after we left Zeff?" He asked after a moment. They sighed, laying their head on his shoulder with shame.
"Yeah, I just couldn't bring myself to look at you with all of these thoughts, I felt like I was holding you back." They admitted to him.
"You can never hold me back dear," He said, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and hugging them close as he kissed their temple. In the silence of the air, Y/N was finally feeling like they were meant to be here, with this man and their crew.
EDIT: Sorry, had to edit a couple of parts, it was only a small part.
