No Thoughts Head Empty Just Saeyoung

Loki: Okay, yes. I may be morally corrupt.

Loki: But I’m also incredibly hot and I think that makes up for it honestly.

sam’s reveal at the end makes this a thousand times funnier

if hopeless romance, fantasy, a cottage with garden, museum of art and colour palette would be a person, it’d be me.

And my heart went oops-

Science Says You Need It [p.p]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Touch Starved!Reader

Warnings: swearing but otherwise pretty clean (weird right)

Request: HEY YOU, can I request a Peter Parker x touch starved best friend. Peter and her are having a movie night at her place and Peters like laying in her lap and he moves so she jokes around about being touch starved to get him back and Peter being the sweet boy he is fixes that problem and it’s all cute, fluffy and junk 🙄💗💗

Synopsis: Peter decides to make sure you receive physical affection when you joke about being touch starved.

a/n: long time no see

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You had never been one for physical affection. Expressing love and appreciation felt more normal through words. From you towards others and vice-versa. This need to deny most to all touching resulted in your yearning for it in the back of your mind.

Your best friend on the other hand was all over physical contact when you spent time together which was often. And never did anything that you were uncomfortable with because he was so soft and loving.

Peter didn’t neglect the thought of how special he must be for you to be okay with how much he would hold your hand when he was nervous or the number of times he wraps his arms around your waist.

He also paid attention to how you denied other cases of touching from others. The pretty boy who couldn’t go a minute without being consumed by his love for you. It made you feel safe and you honestly looked forward to it.

Maybe you’re both in need of someone to make you feel secure. But one of you is little more comfortable talking about it.

“You gonna watch the movie you got to pick or…,” you peered down at the boy laying with his head in your lap whose eyes had been focused on your features for the past twenty minutes.

He sputtered out an incoherent response you felt wasn’t in need of an explanation. Whenever you caught him staring at you, strings of “no I wasn’t” fell from his lips.

“Whatever you say,” you teased, your attention falling back on the bright screen.

When your hands found his hair, he was gone. Completely smitten. Relaxed and content. He likes when you play with his hair if you couldn’t tell.

Duh.

“I’ll be back,” he told you as he got up to put the pizza in the oven that hand just dinged.

“Seriously?” You whined, narrowing your eyes at him when he looked back at you with a worried expression on his face.

“But I thought you wanted pizza?” He questioned, genuine concern in his voice and you couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping your lips.

He frowned as you shook your head at his obliviousness to your sarcasm.

“No, I do,” 


“Okay, you just seemed upset,”

“I was kidding- not like I'm touch starved or anything,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the movie again while Peter contemplated what you said on the way to the kitchen.

You just told him you were joking so he tried not to think much of it. He knew you really only showed affection to him and seemed to enjoy it when he initiated the contact. But you got Peter thinking; what if you are touch starved?

The thought spun around his mind throughout the rest of the night, even when he felt the sleep begin to pull his eyes shut with his head resting on your shoulder.

—

Your best friend had been more touchy over the past few weeks, that’s for sure. You definitely didn’t mind because he was normally was, but now he seemed to be going out of his way.

Out at lunch the other day, he insisted you sit on the same side of the booth. He held your hand in his during the whole time you were there, even while you were trying to eat. When you questioned it he just shrugged and gave you a shy smile.

Peter couldn’t deny this as an excuse to act as more of a couple in public. Others assumed you to be a couple anyway but now it is impossible to convince someone you didn’t have something going on.

How could he not have feelings for you when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

When you were hanging out in his room a couple of weeks ago, his hands wrapped around your waist while you were on your phone and pulled you close to him. It felt so nice to be held and feel protected.

Overall, Peter dedicated every opportunity possible to show you simple physical attention.

Now you’re back where you started. The two of you had cuddled up on the couch and you grew tired with your head laying on his warm chest.

“Y/n/n?” Peter whispered under you, “You just wanna sleepover?”

He only received a small hum from the body on him and took it as a yes. Carefully, he slid out from under you and picked you up to carry to his room. He gently set you in the bed, pulling blankets over you before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Night Y/n/n,” he told your sleeping figure, grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself.

He made an okay bed on the couch and shut the tv off. He too was quick to fall asleep once he got comfortable. As usual, images of you played in his mind while he drifted off.

You shifted a few times before realizing you were no longer within the toned arms of Peter Parker. It was a little off-putting but your eyes adjusted and you determined you were in his bed, minus him.

Out of curiosity, you got up and made your way to the hall in the dark. Trying to stumble as little as possible with the help of the city lights beaming in, you got to the living room where Peter’s senses had woken him up about two soft curses falling from your lips ago.

“There you are,” you stated quietly as you approached the couch, “Why are you out here?”

Peter had wondered the same thing himself before he fell asleep. Obviously, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if you woke up in the middle of the night (even though you would be far from it).

But another reason was probably the not so simple fact that sharing a bed would be a little different than the last time you did it a couple of years ago when you actually were “just friends”.

Lol, you thought. Dumb ass, Peter Parker’s in love with you or some shit.

“I um…I figured you should just have your own space, I guess?” Hey answered quietly and you made out the nervousness across his features.

“You guessed very wrong,” you chuckled as a lazy smile came to your lips and you lifted the blanket from his body.

Without a word, you got back in your original position with your body on top of Peter’s, his heartbeat playing in your ear. His arms instinctively held you close and he silently celebrated you wanted him to hold you.

“Hey, Peter?” You spoke softly in case he was unconscious again.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so touchy with me?”

Shit, you noticed. But how could you not?


“I uh- do you n- not like it?” He asked shyly and loosened his grip on your waist.

“No, don’t get me wrong I like it from you just not other people. I’m just wondering more why you’ve been doing it a lot these past few weeks,” you rested your chin on his sternum and saw his nose scrunch.

“Sorry I just thought- because of what you said- you would want me to do things more often but I’ll stop if-,”

“I said I like it so you can relax but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you thought back to anything you had told him recently but nothing came to mind.

“Remember, you said that you were touch starved?” He let out a nervous laugh and your eyes widened with realization.

“Oh, I wasn’t really serious about that,”

“You sure?”

"You don’t need to worry, I’m all good,”

“Y/n/n, come on,”

“Okay maybe it was a little true,” you confessed, followed by a deep sigh.

His arms returned to your waist, squeezing a little as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Nothing wrong with liking human contact, science actually says you need it,” he reassured you, running his fingers up and down your spine.

“Still, I don’t need people knowing I want it. Especially since you're the only person I like it from,”

“I’ll take my job very seriously then,”

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I'll Show You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You're not used to being put first, but Bucky will put you before anyone else

Warnings: None, I don't think

Words: 939

A/N: This is based on an idea that @marziwritesfic had, and wanted to read. So, I wrote something... I hope its okay.

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He had noticed it a few times, brushed it off the first and second, but now, it stuck with him. He thought back over those moments, remembered the surprise in your voice, the raise of your eyebrows. Or, how you would turn shy and lower your head, hiding your face. 

The first time it had happened, Bucky was picking you up for a date. He had arrived at your door, flowers in hand, at seven o’clock. He was on time, bouncing in his toes to fight off the nerves as he waited for you to open the door. 

But when you opened the door, peeking around the frame to see him, it was as if he were hours early. While your make-up was completed, your hair was in a messy bun and you wore your dressing gown. 

Now, your appearance didn’t bother Bucky. What was strange, is that Bucky knew you to be very punctual. In your words, “early is in time, on time is late, and late… well, best not bother”. 

So why were you not ready?

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be here on time, people normally aren’t.”

You had seemed even more shocked when he offered you the flowers, the bright colours eye catching against the pale paper which held them. 

“No ones ever gotten me flowers before.”

No, that couldn’t be right, Bucky thought. You were beautiful, both in mind and spirit, how could someone not have graced you with flowers before now? Had your father not gotten you some, a valentine maybe?

A damn right shame. 

Still, you took the flowers with warmed cheeks, hurrying to put them in a vase of water before making your way to the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

Though Bucky brushed this from his mind, he thought back on it now. How surprised you were which his punctuality and the small gift of flowers. 

The second time, you and Bucky were walking down the road. Your hand was tucked into the crook of his arm, tight against his side, smiling at the little exchange of words between you both. 

Bucky’s name had been called and when he turned around, Steve was there. He smiled, a bag with a local bookshops brand in hand, as he made his way over to you both. 

Watching the blond make his way over, your hand left from Bucky’s arm and you slipped behind him. Bucky, at the time, had thought you were nervous, maybe shy, because a six foot giant was making his way towards you. 

“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky greeted him with a hug before pulling away and reacing behind him, for you. “Sorry, I can’t really stop, Y/N and I have plans.”

You had looked at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open. Your eyes fluttered between the two men, not knowing what to say or do. Should you stay, go? Say hi or keep quiet. 

“This is Y/N?” Steve asked with a smile before turning to you. “Bucky doesn’t shut up about you, I think we all know your favourite flowers and music by now.”

“Oh, erm, hi,” you shyly waved, ducking your head down. 

“I’ll let you guys get on, but I got that book you wanted, I’ll put it in your room,” Steve said. “I’ll see you guys later. 

When Steve was just a few feet away, you had quietly whispered to Bucky that he could go with Steve if he wanted, he didn’t have to go shopping with you. Bucky hadn’t realised what you were really saying, really thinking, at that point. He didn’t realise that you thought you were a place holder. 

Looking back, he don’t know how he had missed it. But, Bucky was a fool among many other things. 

However, after that interaction, he started to place closer attention. 

You were surprised when he arrived at your home after work, in disbelief when he actually wanted to introduce you to his friends.

Bucky realised that you weren’t used to being treated with respect. And that floored him. 

You were amazing, in every way. How could someone not treat you in the way you deserved? How could no one give you flowers, or arrive on time to outings, or come to see you after work or in general, or introduce you to their friends? How could someone not put you in front of all others?

Bucky pulled the highlighter packet from his bag as he sat beside you on the couch, throwing an arm along the edge behind you. 

“Here, I saw these and thought of you,” he offered you the packet of pastel pens. 

“For me?” You asked, taking them hesitantly. 

He couldn’t sit quietly anymore, couldn’t listen to you think that you weren’t worth a single thought to anyone. You had to know what you were worth. 

“Y/N, I know that you’re not used to being put first,” his fingers nudged under your chin, making you meet his eyes. “But I will always put you first, you are my priority. You come before everyone else, if you need me, I’m there. I’m not going to be late to see you, I’m not going to cancel on you. I will buy you things because they remind me of you, because I want to. You are worth everything to me.”

Your lower lip wobbled as you listened to him, his words filling you with warmth whilst simultaneously breaking your heart. 

Finally, you had found someone who considered you worthy of their time, effort, and love. Finally, someone felt you were, potentially, the one. 

“And I’ll show you that every day.”

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Can I have either a fic or hc where Peter comforts a sad reader? I'm really depressed rn cause of some personal thing and just need some hugs from my boy Pete

Peter would HATE seeing you down

like he physically deflates when he sees you upset about anything

to the point where he has to convince himself not to cry for you

he’d be wrapping you up in blankets and his arms and maybe one of his hoodies, anything to keep you warm and feeling safe

if you’re at that point in your relationship, definitely telling you he loves you so much

cuddling wherever you are, no matter where

couch? sharing a blanket, huddled together, drinking some cocoa or tea

bed? cuddling and back rubbing and whispering until you fall asleep

floor? sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his chest and his back against the sofa

sometimes it took you some time to tell him what had happened that made you so sad

and that was okay with him

he just wanted you to be comfortable

homeboy would wait years just cuddling you until you’re ready

and when you do, he’s supportive, and understanding, no matter what it is

Peter is the kind of bf who actually listens.

he gives you his undivided attention, eye contact, responsive, and hanging on to every word you say

he wants you to know he cares

and you do

being with Peter always manages to lift your mood by 10000%

we love a soft and safe boi