#veewrites

[woozyvee]

skz fake texts you're teased for your crush on minho

˚୨୧⋆. minho x f! reader, suicide jokes, murder jokes

author's note: this is what i do when i can't sleep at night, heh. @hanji-coffee :3

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[angelof3ears]

covet (dennis whitaker x f! reader)

summary: and what if god gave you a second chance? (aka you reunite with dennis whitaker after losing him the first time) wc: 1.3k other: audiologist! reader, afab! reader, reader and dennis became close in undergrad and lose contact and now here they are wow, this is my first fic in over 10 years bear with me <3

Having trouble hearing out of his left ear wasn’t even one of his top three concerns rushing out of his and Trin’s apartment that morning. He slept through his alarm, the freezer door had been left slightly ajar overnight, and he had to Uber to work because he missed the bus— 40 stupid bucks gone from his stupid bank account.

“Huckleberry!” He was walking away from the patient board, ready to see his next patient when Trinity grabs him by the shoulder.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention– are you okay?”

The concern touches him. But he really doesn't want to acknowledge his shitty morning any further, so he quickly apologizes and lies, saying he hasn’t had enough caffeine yet. It isn’t until he misses Dr. Al-Hashimi calling his name that he has to face the consequences of his choices.

“I want you to go to ENT and Audiology for follow-up, too, Dr. Whitaker,” Dr. Al-Hashimi says firmly. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that sudden hearing loss is an emergency– it’ll be quick. I already paged them, and they’re willing to see you now.”

Before he can protest, Dr. Al-Hashimi is already walking away. It’s not like they have any time to spare down here. But they’re already expecting him, so Dennis figures this will just be another thing to add to his shitty day.

But what he could not anticipate is you, standing right in front of him. Your features are different, less baby-faced, and your hair is longer, but it’s you.

“Dennis?” Your eyes widen at the sight of him. Suddenly, he’s twenty-one and looking at you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. You were undeniably beautiful back then. And now, you were just as distressingly beautiful, maybe even more so. Your badge displays your first and last name with Audiologist below it. His eyes jump to your left hand holding his patient folder, ring-less.

A knot in his heart unravels.

He says your name, a little breathless.

Without warning, you hug him, the squeal of delight you make turns his cheeks pink, his shitty morning long forgotten. He wraps his arms around you, holding you, and when you pull back to look at him, eyes shimmering in delight and disbelief, the desire he tucked away years ago rises up into his throat.

He wants to tell you that he did it– he went to medical school and became a doctor. But you seem to be taking him in already– his scrubs, his ID badge. And the awe on your face makes all of it worth it all over again. There’s a million other things he wants to tell you, ask you.

Did you really not marry him?

How’s your grandfather?

How did you end up here?

Are you happy?

But the reality of the situation hits you, and being the professional you are, you straighten up and tell him to follow you into the testing booth. He’s immensely grateful to see your toothy smile. Your last semester of undergrad, when you decided you were going to go through with returning to your hometown and marrying your then-fiancé, he couldn’t help but notice how your smile stopped meeting your eyes.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“It’s what they want me to do, Den. I’m their only daughter. I can’t let them down like this,” You had confessed quietly, but stubbornly. Your eyes were glassy, and Dennis could tell you hadn’t been able to sleep.

You had met him in your last year of college. There were not many people enrolled in The Scripture As Literature English course. Including you and Dennis, it had been 7 people total. You learned that he was majoring in Theology to potentially become a pastor back home. Home was Broken Bow, Nebraska. Based on the way he described it, it reminded you of your own hometown, minus the farming: a small, conservative community that raised you with its calloused hands.

Your parents had set you up with a boy from another well-respected family, with the promise that they would support you and your schooling if you married him after graduation. He was nice enough, you gathered. You had gone on a handful of chaperoned dates with him, embarrassingly eager to fall in love. But once you realized that wasn’t going to happen, you had resigned yourself to your fateful duty. You could learn to love someone, right?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“I woke up today, and everything just sounded muffled on my left side,” Dennis explains, sitting down in the chair. You try to ignore how handsome he is looking up at you like that with his wide blue eyes. And was that… a mullet?

“Any other symptoms? Like ringing or buzzing, dizziness or vertigo?” You ask instead, looking back at him attentively while you jot his answers down. Meanwhile, he's trying to not be distracted by how cute you look in your pink scrubs.

“I know y’all must be busy down in the ER, so I’ll make this quick, Dr. Whitaker.” You grin as you instruct him and set him up for the hearing test. “Press the button every time you hear the beep and repeat after me when I ask you to, okay?”

He watches you from the little window in the booth, noticing the confidence that radiates off of you when you're in your element. He likes hearing your calm and lovely voice through the headphones.

It goes by in a blip, and in the end, you identify some mild to moderate high-frequency sensorineural hearing loss in the left ear and adequate eardrum movement in both ears.

“I’m going to write everything in your report. Dr. Green is going to see you right now– it won’t take very long. I know they prescribed you Prednisone down in the ER, definitely finish that. But they might want to do the intratympanic steroid shots if there’s no improvement.”

You’re walking him back to another room, and the moment is ending too soon. Before he can ask you for your number, or whatever, to make sure he can see you after today, you stop a little short before reaching the doorway.

“I’m really glad to see you today,” you say, shyer now. It reminds him of when you first met, when you held yourself back in fear of saying too much. But Dennis had been too easy to talk to, kind and genuine in a way you weren’t used to. Fittingly enough, it had made you think he’d be a great pastor.

And now, here he is in front of you, an Emergency Medicine doctor. The pride that's been blooming in your chest wants to burst. But from your own experience, you have an inkling of what that must have meant for him–having to choose the hard thing, over and over again.

In that moment, you make a decision. You’re not going to lose him a second time.

“Can we swap numbers? I’d love to see you again.” You’re tugging your phone out of your pants pocket, letting yourself hope. Back then, you had been in no position to think of Dennis as anything other than your friend. At the very most, he was someone who made you think that God could be real.

It’s the easiest yes he’s given in a long time. You walk away, skin electric where your hand brushed up against his when he put the phone back into your hands, with Dennis Whitaker :) saved as your newest contact.

You don’t have any time to wonder what you’ll text him as you get whisked away to do a VNG. What you don’t know yet is that he’s not going to let himself lose you either.

[veethewriter]

Hi! How are you? I saw you have open request, and if it's not too much trouble, here's mine: Riddle and Yuu/reader are in love, but neither knows it. Maybe it all happened after the overblot, when he started rehabilitating , and during this, Riddle and Yuu/reader became closer. Everyone notices this (heartslabyul/grimm) and tries to help them confess to each other. The rest is up to you.

(Translated using Google Translate, and I'm bad at conveying my thoughts , I apologize).

Obnoxious love fool (with riddle)

In which you and riddle have feelings for each other but you both can't tell if the other does or not. Hope you like it! Requests are currently closed! I really don't like this one but I wanted to try a new style.

Ever since riddle's overblot, he had been trying to get better at ignoring the rules and being himself. So his best plan was to learn what he could from you. After all you were the most selfless person he knew, helping basically total strangers out with an overblot. So in all the spare time he had he would spend it with you.

At first it started out normal, riddle would take your little suggestions on how to give himself some freedom but still maintain a little bit of a schedule. Because there is no way you're getting him to drop his whole schedule immediately. During these lessons riddle could tell he was enjoying them secretly. However, recently he started getting this weird feeling in his stomach, only when he was around you.

After having these feelings for a couple of days, he went to trey about the problem. All trey did was smile at him and said maybe he should evaluate his feelings more. After giving trey a confused glance, he walked away to find cater. Maybe cater had better advice than whatever trey meant, he didn't have time to solve riddles.

However as soon a riddle left the room trey made it his mission to immediately see if you felt the same way about riddle. A couple days later trey heard you talking to grim about how off you were feeling as well around riddle. So of course the next step of the plan was to find a way to get you two to confess to each other. He would probably have to get some help from some people though for it to work.

A few days later is when the plan went into action, riddle had decided to ask you to study with him today and as the time came for tea after studying for so long. Riddle got up to open his door, only to realize it was locked from the outside. He stared at the door in shock before hearing caters voice from outside the door.

"Sorry guys but trey-ken says the two of you need to get some feelings out. So you're on cay-cay lockdown until otherwise~"

Of course, that sets riddle off yelling through the door about how ridiculous this is before sighing and realizing they weren't going to let the two of you out until otherwise. Riddle blushes and starts apologizing for their behavior.

"I apologize for their behavior perfect, I had no idea they would pull something like this based off something I said days ago..."

Looking at him confused, deciding to ask him what he had said to them to make them do this. Riddle blushes and realizes now what they were trying to get him to do. Knowing there was no way out of this situation, he decided to get this over with.

"They're doing this because I had told them I liked you a couple days ago...I understand if-"

He didn't even get a chance to finish before you stepped towards him and kissed his cheek saying you felt the same. Blushing heavily riddle stuttered for a moment before regaining his composure and hearing the door unlocking behind him.

"Have fun you lovebirds, trey left snacks and tea outside the door for you two~"

[veeagainsttheday]

Myself and @petrichorca wrote a sweet, fluffy fic involving the whole crew, Stede being Adrian Chiles, and a spiraling Ed who can't imagine Stede could be in love with him. Low angst, high fluff. T, complete:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59152522/chapters/150828055

[viveela]

With having updated my fic today, I decided to make a small collective post of all the newer drawings I've made for it

(Here's the link if u want to read it)

[kotsuvi]

daily suna texts

-> request: daily suna boyfie texts? <33

i deadass don’t know how to write for suna but i hope i did him some justice here

[viperbranium]

The boy’s hand is firm when he shakes Steve’s.

He smiles and meets Steve’s eyes as they greet, seemingly not one tiny bit intimidated by his Captain Americanness. Not that Steve would want him to be, but considering how most introductions tonight have gone, he’s sort of come to expect the stuttering and the shaky hands and deer-in-the-headlights stares.

But the boy’s smile is polite and easy, his whole demeanor, despite his young age, chill and confident. Something in those winter storm-blue eyes, in fact, is making Steve feel like this is some sort of challenge.

He introduces himself as Bucky, personal assistant to one of Tony’s business acquaintances--Steve can’t even remember the guy’s name. Graham, maybe?--, and he’s not actually a boy, but he definitely looks like he’s on the young side. Early twenties, maybe, but he’s not drinking anything, so there’s nothing to clue Steve in. Too young to be here in any case.

He’s almost as tall as Steve, and he’s got the kind of lithe figure that’s perfectly balanced between grace and strength. The black suit he’s wearing isn’t particularly fancy, but the way it hugs his body in all the right places more than makes up for it. His long, dark hair is slicked back, and he’s got a jawline that could cut diamonds.

He’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Steve spends the entire 15 minutes Tony and him stay talking to Bucky and his boss trying not to stare at the guy too much. It shouldn’t be this hard. Not when Steve barely even knows him and the kid might as well be 10 years younger than Steve himself. And yet Steve’s finding it impossibly difficult to focus on anything but him.

Every now and then, usually when his boss is trying to participate in the conversation and Tony’s preoccupied with roasting him, Bucky’s eyes drift back to Steve’s and he shoots him a quick smirk.

Steve still feels like he’s being dared, but to what exactly, he’s not sure.

x

The next time he sees Bucky is later that night. He’d been trying to find some empty room, needing a breather, only to walk around a corner and find Bucky with his head thrown back in pleasure and his boss’ hand down his pants.

Steve completely freezes, and for a few moments, instead of bolting, just stands there staring at them like a creep, his body a whirlwind of emotions all of a sudden: Shame. Reluctant curiosity. Protectiveness--the guy could be Bucky’s father, christ--. Anger. Want.

Maybe-Graham’s got Bucky shoved against a wall and is busy mouthing at the kid’s throat, back turned to Steve, but Bucky’s eyes fall right on Steve.

Rather than let Steve’s presence discourage him though, his moans only seem to get louder. He looks at Steve straight in the eye and smirks, letting out another lewd sound as he does, entirely on purpose, and oh, there’s that challenge again. That fierce, impish glint in his eye. Steve swallows around the lump in his throat and licks his lips unconsciously, and that makes Bucky’s smile wider.

A few moments later he’s coming, letting his head fall back against the wall with a thump and wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulder for support as his whole body spasms. The picture he makes will haunt Steve’s dreams forever.

x

“Saw something you liked?” Bucky asks, stepping out into the balcony and coming to stand next to Steve. He looks sinfully disheveled, and Steve can’t help the way it does things to him. It’s been… god, it’s been too long.

“Maybe,” he says. It’s a fucking understatement and they both know it. “You’re dating your boss? Isn’t he a bit… too old for you?”

Bucky snorts. “It’s not dating, it’s work.” Steve shoots him a questioning look, so he elaborates. “I’m an escort. He paid me to come with him.”

“He… oh,” Steve says like an idiot. He can feel the blush creeping up his neck, and mentally curses at his irish complexion. “Um, I don’t--I didn’t know you were… Why?”

Bucky shrugs. “Life ain’t cheap. Can’t get a proper job til I’m done with college, and this pays the bills,” he says, then bumps his shoulder into Steve’s playfully. “Not something Captain America would approve, huh?”

Steve thinks back to the forties. To the men that’d frequent the docks searching for a very specific kind of fun, and to the couple times he couldn’t make ends meet and rent was due soon.

“You’d be surprised,” he tells him.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t ask further. “So?” he asks after a moment.

“So, what?” Steve says like he can’t see exactly where the kid is going.

“So, is there anything you’d like from me? I bet world-saving is hella stressful,” he all but purrs, tone dropping. “I could help you relax…” He sprawls back against the railing as he speaks, a gesture that seems casual and only accidentally enticing, but that Steve is sure is fully conscious, designed to lure him in.

It damn near works. This kid is so stunning it’s dangerous.

“N-No, I…” he tries. “You’re a kid!”

“I’m 22,” he says, and waves a hand like it’s not big deal. Jesus. “And most people get off on that, actually.” Steve’s saved from having to come up with a reply to that by Bucky’s phone going off. “Gotta go,” Bucky tells him, glancing at the screen. “Duty calls. But here--”

He pulls out his wallet and digs out a white card with nothing but a phone number on it. He hands it to Steve.

“Call me,” he says, winking at him. “And I’ll show you a few fun things about the future.”

And with that, he’s gone.

Steve stands there awkwardly for 10 minutes before he manages to process what just happened and can move again. He looks down at the card he’s still holding, runs his thumb over the digits, blushes a bit more… and pockets it.

x

He almost calls Bucky about a dozen times.

He ends up chickening out every single one of them.

x

Steve will never admit that the reason he’s been accepting more of Pepper’s invitations to galas and events is that he lowkey hopes he’ll see Bucky again. Out loud anyway. No point denying it to himself.

On the fourth one, he gets lucky.

“Bucky,” he breathes out through a smile when he spots the kid walking up to him, surprised to see him even when he’d been looking for him, and also suddenly nervous. “Hi!”

The kid seems pleased that he remembers him. “Hey,” he says, smiling that million-dollar smile of his that makes Steve want to throw caution to the wind and make a mess out of his perfectly smoothed-out clothes. “Nice to see you here, these things can get pretty boring.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “You here alone? I didn’t think Tony would invite Graham again.”

“Nah, he didn’t,” Bucky replies. “Came with someone else. He told me to mingle. He likes watching me talk and flirt with other people from across the room.” He smirks, and it makes Steve’s mouth go dry. “He’ll probably lose his shit if he sees me talking to you, I’m gonna have to tell him I prefer him over Captain America. He’s gonna have the orgasm of his life.”

“Do you?” Steve can’t stop himself from asking.

Bucky eyes him for a moment before replying. “I prefer people who pay me,” he says pointedly. Steve goes to open his mouth, but Bucky cuts him off. “But if the both of you paid… I’d very much prefer you,” he finishes, letting his eyes trail down Steve’s body and back up again.

Bucky bites his lip, teasing, and Steve huffs out a shaky breath.

“I could,” he tells the kid, because he knows he’s being dared, and Steve’s never seen a cliff that scared him too much to take the leap. “Pay you. I could hire you.”

Bucky’s smile gets wider at that. “A wholesome boy such as you?” he teases. “No, you can’t. You wouldn’t.”

As if to prove his point he takes a step further into Steve’s space, raises his hand to Steve’s face, and tips his chin up. His lips are slightly parted, and he’s staring right into Steve’s eyes. It's the unmistakable prelude to a kiss. Steve’s pulse is hammering in his ears, and he’s excited and terrified and thrilled and oh god, they’re in the middle of a ballroom, and--

Bucky leans in the tiniest bit, and Steve can’t help but take a small step back.

It’s nerves. Instinct. A reflex reaction, born out of a lifetime of battles and lack of habit or romantic interactions. It’s Bucky moving too fast and Steve wanting this too desperately. It’s most definitely not out of concern over people seeing them, but that’s how Bucky takes it anyway. He straightens up, never really having intended to kiss Steve, and grins like he’s won some competition. “See? Told ya. Captain America wouldn’t let himself be seen around the likes of me.”

That smug smile is still plastered on his face, but Steve could swear there’s a hint of disappointment in Bucky’s eyes.

“That’s not--” he tries to protest, but Bucky takes a quick look at his phone and is already moving to walk away from him.

“Sorry, gotta bolt,” he tells him. He raises his hand to his forehead to salute at Steve, and then turns to leave as he finishes, “Nice to see you, Steve.”

x

Steve definitely plans to call Bucky after that, but pesky supervillians seem to have other plans for him.

x

“I’m gonna start thinking you’re following me.”

Steve turns so quickly when he hears the words he almost bumps right into Bucky. Bucky chuckles softly and raises his palms up, like he’s shielding himself from Steve.

“Maybe it’s you who’s following me,” Steve retorts, smiling at him.

“Dammit. You got me,” Bucky says. “How about I treat you to a drink as an apology?” He asks, gesturing towards the bar and leading the way.

Steve laughs. “There’s an open bar, jerk,” he tell him, but follows Bucky anyway as he saunters away.

“Did you come with someone, or…?” Steve asks after the second drink.

It’s none of his business, really, and Steve’s not sure he even wants to know. But the previous times Bucky’d barely stuck around for 10 minutes before needing to go meet his client, so when time passes and Bucky makes no move to leave, he can’t help but wonder. Not that Steve minds him staying. Not in the least.

“Miss Potts sent me an invite,” Bucky says, smiling smugly at Steve. “They seem to be under the impression that you enjoy my company.”

“I do enjoy your company,” Steve tells him right away, tone earnest.

Bucky waves his hand in a whatever sort of gesture. “How would I know? You don’t seem interested in enjoying it fully.”

Steve doesn’t reply.

He eyes Bucky for a good two minutes, his gaze heavy, until Bucky starts to shuffle a bit on his feet.

“It’s--” Bucky starts saying, but then Steve’s pushing him past the bar and around the nearest corner, and pinning him to the wall.

“You think I’m not interested?” Steve asks incredulously. “Have you looked at yourself?” Bucky seems to have been stunned into silence, his mouth slightly agape with surprise, and it’s too big a temptation to pass up. Steve goes on, “Here, allow me to demonstrate just how fucking interested I am.” And he leans in to kiss Bucky’s lips.

They don’t close their eyes as they kiss. Steve claims Bucky’s mouth staring right into those stormy blue eyes, meeting his challenge, and Bucky’s wide-eyed expression tells Steve that he hasn’t missed how, half-hidden from the other guests or not, they’re still very much in public.

That Captain America is making out with a male escort in public.

The kiss is bruising, bordering on angry, and when Steve pulls back Bucky’s out of breath, but he still doesn’t wait until he’s recovered to take a step further and draw Steve back in by the lapels of his suit.

“Hire me for the night,” he breathes out right against Steve’s lips.

Steve nods curtly. “Spend the night with me, Buck.”

Bucky just kisses him again in agreement.

Part 1, maybe? :D

[buy me a ko-fi]

[themugiwarapirates]

the future belongs to us - a katalu fic

sample:

“One day… will you come?” Katakuri asks. In front of him, still standing strong against all odds, Strawhat Luffy raises both fists and poises himself for yet another round, unrelenting and determined. The toll the battle has taken on him is evident, but his will to fight remains unaffected, a firestorm coursing through his veins, unyielding even when Katakuri himself can barely stay on his feet. “To defeat Big Mom?” Katakuri clarifies.

The glare Monkey D. Luffy shoots him burns as bright as his spirit. “You bet!” he screams, “I’m gonna be the Pirate King!”

There’s not even the slightest hint of hesitation in his tone, no room for doubt whatsoever. He says it like it’s a fact, with absolute conviction.

Katakuri believes him.

He huffs out a breath that’s almost a chuckle. “Guess you really can see the future…” he says, and doesn’t fight it when his knees give out at last and his back hits the ground.

read it on ao3 at works/17627732

(sorry, tumblr eats posts with links, but i’ll also leave a link in the replies!)