#ANYWAY BYE THANK YOU FOR READING I GIVE LITTLE KISS ON YOUR FOREHEAD

[whumpitisthen]

HELLO ITS ME HI

i have great news. i have just finished editing my first book!! i am so happy ive been doing it for like two months now and it think its gonna be rly fun to read once it comes out! i will make a post about what and how and when later when i actually thought it all out fully but most of the work is done finally and i couldnt be happier and more excited for anyone curious to see!! so um i guess this was my little update, and you can expect to hear more about it now that im done with the hardest part

also hello hi i am writing a book its gonna be epic pls consider checking it out later when i decide to make a serious post for it its gonna be whump central and will have some bonus content too youll love it i promise okay bye im going back to my little hole where i hide and think about horrifying things id like to enact upon pretty boys :)

[azullumi]

okay okay— hear me out, what about streamer kaveh dating popular streamer s/o in secret and the only reason they get found out is cause of kaveh forgetting to turn off his camera and they're acting all lovey dovey on stream LOL i can't help but think how he'd explain to a chat that's moving so fast

summary — kaveh is way too loving and... careless.

pairing — kaveh/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, modern, established relationship, steamer x streamer, not proofread ; headcanons

words — 1520

note — my alarm didn't wake me up;;; but anyways, i really loved the request anon :D i had so much fun writing it though i guess it was a little bit rush and i could have done better. but anyways, here! i hope you'll like it!

"Bye, everyone! I hope you all had a great time! Thanks for stopping by and I'll see you all next time."

You enthusiastically waved at the camera, smiling as your eyes scanned the chat that was going too fast, trying to read all of the messages that were being sent. Your eyes could only recognize the word "goodbye" in different variations being commonly sent and after a few moments, you stopped the stream—closing the camera and taking off your headphones before you stood up and stretched your back that was aching after only remaining seated for so long.

It was yet another normal day for you, streaming on a platform or website for hours as you were a well-known streamer and content creator, a lot of people's favorites and especially famous on the internet.

"I'm a little bit hungry," Perhaps it was because you only ate a few since you really couldn't leave your seat and that it was nearly dinnertime also; it was already 6:47 in the evening.

Although the work can be exhausting and repetitive at times, you were having fun and clearly enjoying what you were doing—aside from the fact that you get to earn a lot of money to sustain yourself, your needs and your wants, you were also greatly loved and cherished by your fans and most especially, by your boyfriend, Kaveh.

You decided to check up on him, walking out of your room to head to his that was only steps away from yours since you're under the same roof. As you approached and near his door, his voice and chatter was getting more and more clearer and louder, you could even make out some of what he was saying.

"...Are you…"

"I have… Lovely…"

"Show them? I don't want to. Why? They're way too beautiful for your eyes."

"Just say that you're lying and you don't actually have… Hey! I swear, I'm not lying—" He paused once his eyes glanced at the door, in the direction of where you were standing. You noticed how his eyes sparkled and his expression brightened once he saw you, making you smile and your heart flutter upon seeing the small yet noticeable change.

Are you okay?—you mouthed and gestured to him, avoiding to be heard by his audience as he was streaming live as of the moment. A nod before he spoke in a low voice, "I'll be finished in a moment, wait for me."

You could only give him a thumbs up and a smile before you leaned against the wall, watching him as he calls it a day, finishing his stream and saying goodbye to everyone. You approached him—once you concluded that he's already done with it as he took off his headphones—having no restrictions or worries that you might be seen by anyone.

"How are you, sweetheart? Did you miss me?" The blonde-haired man greets you, pulling you to his lap and pushing the strands of hair on your face behind your ear. He gave your forehead a kiss that made you melt in the hold of his hand on your waist and the caress of the other on your cheek and you let out a hum before responding: "I'm good but I missed you."

It was known that the two of you have a significant other but nobody knows who it is nor you were one another's lover, the only known fact is that both of you are in a loving and healthy relationship. There was no reason—aside from just privacy reasons to avoid nosy people sticking their ass up in your businesses—for you two to be hiding it but I guess you could say that it was the better?

"Archons, it's only been a few hours—" He laughs, looking at you with eyes beaming with adoration, love, and care as if his gaze was touching on your soul, and he places yet another kiss on your temple before continuing, "—You're so needy. What even will happen if we won't see each other for a day?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes upon hearing what he said and another soft chuckle was pulled out of his throat. "I was kidding, okay? I'm sorry, don't be angry at me."

He sounds like a puppy who got scolded by his owner and if it's not for the teasing smile on his face, you would have thought of him as one already.

"Whatever. What's for dinner today?"

"Hm, are you craving for something?"

You went into a quick thought, "I have nothing in mind. Should we just order takeout?"

"If that's what you want, sure. Let's just rest up a bit before we order, I know that you're still tired."

You only nodded as an answer, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes which had been strained and hurt after only being exposed to the computer for hours. The moment between you two was silent with only the sound of your light breathing against one another and a sigh that slips from his lips—a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth as the feeling of warmth, comfort, and happiness wells up in your chest.

You flutter your eyelids open, your eyesight adjusting to the brightness of the computer screen, seeing yourself on it and some rapid stream of texts—Wait.

"Kaveh…"

"Kaveh."

"Kaveh!"

It is only when you whisper shouted his name that he responded to you, confusion trailing his tone as he knits his eyebrows.

"What? What is—"

His voice came at a complete halt when he also turned his head to the sight of his monitor, seeing what made you urgently call out to him in such a panicked voice.

The camera was turned on and you could see the projection of you two on the screen being lovey-dovey and sweet to another, and a spam of messages on the side—blood rushed up to your face, embarrassed and feeling shy, and you hide yourself with the man's chest as you listened to him frantically trying to explain, if you even call what he's doing as that.

"At least now we have proof that you really have someone—You're quite a positive person, aren't you?"

"I can't read any of the chats! Slow down, will you?"

"It's (Name)? Yes, it's them, do you have a problem with it?"

"Congratulations on your relationship, I hope that the two of you will have more happiness to come—Awww, thank you so much user LetMeCryInTheCorner!"

"Wait—fuck—How do I even explain it to you guys?"

"You don't have to explain everything when we've already seen how sweet you two are—Ah, whatever then! I'll see you guys next time. Go to sleep, pay attention to your homework, or anything!"

It seems like he has totally given up on it as he just stopped the stream and turned off the camera completely—this time he was sure that he really did—before bringing his attention back to you who has calmed down for a bit from what you feel, bringing yourself back to the grounds of reality.

"Now what?"

"What do you mean now what? We're going to order some food." He says as if everything was normal and nothing happened which induced a reaction to smack him from you.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"You're too careless and calm!"

He received a glare from you and he laughed—softly and gently like he was soothing your worries and scrambled thoughts, reassuring you that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about—it''s honestly strange how he's so collected right now knowing how he often panics and thinks over the small things but I guess it didn't really matter, the publicity of your relationship with him, I mean. It's not like the two of you made a pact to keep it a secret.

You just heaved a sigh, releasing the unnecessary things that plagues your mind, "Well, now they know."

"And? Just let them know."

He leans his face close to you, lips only inches away from each other that you could feel his warm breath fanning your skin, and spoke before capturing you in a loving kiss:

"Let them know that I belong to you."

—

Bonus:

"Wow, they're rejoicing for me because it turns out that I wasn't lying after all."

Kaveh rolled his eyes when he saw the reaction of everyone on social media upon knowing you and his relationship with each other. The internet was bombarded with news about you two dating, a lot of questions being raised, and everything—It was all and only about him and you.

He places his phone down the bedside table before returning his gaze back to your sleeping figure turned to him, watching your relaxed and soft expression, and he sighs to himself, scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

It didn't matter anyways. He just loves you so much and as long as nothing will interfere and get in the way of your happiness, as long as you're okay and happy, as long as he gets to hold you close, then everything is fine.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[sofasoap]

Home.

Pairing: Simon “ Ghost” Riley x f!Reader ( aka “Mini” MacTavish )

Summary : Happy Valentines people!! bit of soft domestic fluff. Because our dear Simon deserves it.

Warning : M Rated. Fluff. Do I need to warn people about fluff? You are responsible for your own media consumption. Turn back now if you don’t like it. pss. might have mistakes in these self attempt google Scottish dialogues. sorry!

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish”  which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background. Thank you for lending me the character.

 “masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You roll your shoulders as you finish the last bit of the report. Glancing at the time it's already past ten at night. You sighed. So much for Valentines day. The department you are in at the hospital been extremely short stuffed due to illness, doesn't help there has been huge influx of patients that evening. Must be full moon, you thought.

"Alright people. I am off. Good luck for the rest of the night!" " Bye Mini! Hurry up and go home while you can... Otherwise you will be stuck again." Your fellow nurse trying to shoo you off. " Okay Okay, I am going. see you next week!" " Happy Valentines!" Giving them the final wave, you left the building towards the car park. The house was dark, saves for little of glow coming from the living room when you got home. Closing the front door softly and tip-toeing towards the source of light, not wanting to wake the children up, you saw Simon sitting under the lamp, reading some historical war novel. Simon lift his eye up from the book as soon as he heard you walking into the room. Dropping your bag by the door you shuffle towards him with tired feet and bend down to kiss his forehead. " Hello love. Welcome home." " I am sorry I couldn't make it home for dinner.." Shaking his head, "Don't worry about it." Pulling you into his lap and gave you another kiss on the lip, " Had any food yet?" " I’m so puggled, Didn't have time to run to the lavvy... was burstin’ fura pee! Until Sarah came I couldn't leave the patient.." He loves it when you are tired or hyped up your Scottish accent just starts to slip out. He chuckled. " Alright... go have shower first, I'll warm up the shepherd's pie for you."

Your eyes lite up. " Just like the one my Ma makes? " " Yes, just like the one your Ma makes. I ask her for the recipe specifically for today." Giving him one more kiss on the cheek. " You are the best , You know that?" Pushing yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom for a winding down shower. Satisfied after inhaling down the delicious shepherd's pie you wouldn't admit to your Ma later it might be better than her's, both of you relaxing on the couch, with you curling up in Simon's lap, sipping on the tea he has prepared. "Thank you for looking after the children today, you only just got back from the mission yourself.. " " Stop apologising. I told you it's fine. Beside, the kids had fun with their cousin." " Johnny and Emma came around?" " yes." " Would have thought they will go out to dinner themselves." Simon shrugged. " Anyways, Soa.. Johnny helped me with the pie."

" No wonder it taste just like Ma's.. a bit better actually." " Don't let your mum hear that." he chuckled. You yawned. " Alright sleepy head. time for bed." he lift you up into bridal carry, you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. Finishing off the night bathroom routine, he tuck you into bed, turning the lights off, taking his shirt off he got under the cover with you.

You snuggle up to him immediately. Inhaling his earthy scent, with hint of gunpowder lingering. You feel safe in his arm. Moving around a bit he slide one arm under your waist, pulling you closer. HIs other hand sliding onto your lower abdomen, caressing your C-section scars. Remember back to the conversation when he first saw the scar and the stretch marks around it. "... no.... Don't touch it. " " Why not?" " I feel.. it looks.... ugly." He bend down a kiss the scar, and look back up at you. Picking up one of your hand, he lead you to trace all the scars on his body. " All these scars, doesn't even equal to this scar you have here." Touching your scar again, " You nearly lost your life to give me two beautiful children." He took a deep breath as he lift hand, kissing it lightly. " I nearly lost you. The love of my life. " That's when you fell back in love with this man, again, or even more after.

" Good night Simon. " Good night my love."

Tomorrow will be a better day.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up. 

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded. 

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed. 

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder. 

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut. 

*

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms. 

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break." 

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look, 

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks. 

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used. 

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace. 

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?" 

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that." 

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly, 

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile, 

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug. 

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject. 

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high. 

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes. 

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely. 

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off, 

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up, 

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down." 

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate. 

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front. 

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked, 

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all. 

*

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated. 

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead. 

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips. 

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[sweetfawnsposts]

Affectionate caring ken x reader

HELLO!!! I’m posting on this account since my other one is outdated and old. Fresh starts are always fun on the internet! Especially when you get banned (T⌓T)

Anyways enough about me! More about this silly fanfic one shot! This is a one shot of ken from the popular Barbie movie that released last year! Oh dear! I remember playing with Barbie’s a lot! I had a dream house and everything! This one shot contains lovey dovey things, kisses, cuddles! No nsfw i promise! Just read this and find out for yourself!

Enjoy this one shot!!

(your name is y/n l/n, you are a very sweet person! You’re like the other Barbies! Today, you weren’t feeling well.

You had a fever, a high fever, stereotypical Barbie called you for some fun at the pool. You couldn’t get up.)

(Barbie) Hello y/n! What’s up?

(y/n) mh.. not feeling very well..

(Barbie) oh no!! what’s the matter??

(y/n) My head hurts so badly.. I feel all warm and I’ve been sneezing and I have a sore throat..

(Barbie) oh no.. I hope you feel better y/n! Don’t forget to take lots of medicine! Me and the other Barbies won’t forget about you! I’ll talk to you later!

(y/n) thank you barbie, bye..

(You then heard a knock on the door, you went to open the door. It was ken, he seemed extremely sad.)

(Ken) Hey y/n!

(y/n) oh h-hey! What’re you doing here?

(You and ken went upstairs and he sat down on your bed. You laid down since your head was hurting.)

(Ken) are you feeling okay?

(Ken touched your cheek and your forehead)

(y/n) I feel awful…

(Ken) oh y/n…

(Ken has a big giant spot for you in his heart, since Barbie doesn’t like him, he’s always had a little crush on you. You just didn’t notice. You were like Barbie too. But you wouldn’t put down a sweet man like him.)

(Ken) I’ll be close to you y/n.. Don’t worry..

(y/n) Thanks ken.. do you want me to put the blanket on you too?

(Ken) yes y/n.. yes please~

(Ken wasn’t always good when it comes to flirting, but he had so much love to his voice. He was like a dog begging for its owners attention.)

(Ken) y/n..?

(y/n) y-yeah?..

(Your hearts were beating, ken was hugging you from behind. His heart was beating so fast.)

(Ken) You’re so warm..

(y/n) woah.. thanks ken.. I’m really enjoying this right now..

(Ken) I love you so much y/n.. you’re so pretty and I really wanna date you. Will you let me date you y/n?..

(y/n) I love you too ken…

(Ken) can we kiss now? Like in the movies?..

(Ken wasn’t experienced with kissing)

(y/n) I’m sick ken, I’ll give you a small one on the cheek. I’ll make it long.

(You kissed his cheek softly, when you pulled away softly. He was literally red, like he never experienced this before)

(Ken) thank you y/n.. i love you..

(y/n) Your welcome ken.. let’s get some rest.. goodnight~

(Ken) goodnight~

(Oh and then u guys both cuddle and nuzzle into each others warmth!)

Sorry if this sucks, I haven’t made fanfiction in a long time! Next one is gonna be a macaulay culkin fanfic! It’s also gonna be a one shot and I’ll make it a bit long! Bye for now

[lottiecrabie]

hello I have been a silent but OBSESSED with your work reader up until now but I need to break my silence to say that I have had a wildly emotional few days (re: finishing up a job of 8.5 years on Saturday and starting a brand new one today on Monday - I am so overwhelmed and have cried so much lol) and to have had Galatea to read on Sunday and cyosa 8 to read tonight has literally been lifesaving. you have single-handedly dragged me out of my pit of existential dread and I am so grateful. you are so talented it’s insane like my friend and I genuinely have had multiple conversations about how wild it is that you don’t have a book deal yet and somehow after has like 8 books. like huh. ANYWAY just wanted to say thank you I love you and your brain and your writing and I literally will read anything you create. thank you for helping me cling on to my sanity these last few days (even though galatea wrecked me it at least wrecked me in a different way to the way my brain has been treating me hahaha) okay I’m done ILY BYE

this was such a nice message to receive!! i am very happy that my fics were able to brighten your day a little and make things easier for you. that’s all a writer could dream of! i did really hit y’all with the hurt/comfort this weekend lmao. cyosa8 was aftercare😭

and you are so so sweet to have this much hope in me lmao. i love that you guys all root for my success i love u all. again still so crazy and funny that people talk about lottiecrabie with their friends😭

i hope it gets better for you bff i’m giving you so many forehead kisses

[sunmoonjune]

okay sheesh i’ve been gone for too long exams took up too much of my time why did i chose to be a woman in STEM and god knows if i’ll even pass but 😭 I FINALLY GOT TO READ THE NEW (not so new) LTM UPDATE

a little late but late is better than never no?

FIRST THINGS FIRST i love your writing so much ik i mention this like everytime i send anything but your writing is genuinely mesmerising and i have to re read almost every line because you could rival shakespeare your writing in fact would make him jealous he would literally plagiarise you in fact he would wishe he could write that good if he was still alive!!!

the way yunho is so considerate and knows all of bugs ticks and how she’ll feel 😭😭 the one thin blanket so she doesn’t feel suffocated I CANT he’s so sweet give him not one but TWO kithes!!

and jongho being so caring and keeping watch and taking care of bug his love language is literally acts of service and he is servicing his acts!! big protector boss!! and the little forehead bump was so cute when he blushed when bug held his hand back AND HE CALLED HER LOVE >{^]!|$~! i’m literally gripping my hair rn

BUT BUGS DEVELOPMENT she’s sleeping soundly next to them which means she feels SAFE! and COMFORTABLE! but also the fact that it’s been one year omg that’s their baby that’s literally their baby

NOW HONGJOONG!! the long awaited bugjoong moment hath arrived!! the way he was on her left side so she’d see him instantly and not get scared,,,, the way he was so gentle in waking her up tapping the floor??? him bringing the mattress AND TELLING HER TO SIT BACK DOWN? she was sat instantly like girl me too tf

WE GOT A NEW SIGNED NAME AND ITS MY HONGJOONG!!! she called him HOME!!! and he HUGGED GER AND SHE THINKS SHE LIKES HUGS (girl me too) it’s over for me i’m gone im literally gone bye bye

AND THEN HIS STORYYYYY JOONGS BACKGROUND STORYYYYY him and bug deserved so much better im sat here crying :( but he was being so comforting of bug he was thinking about her mostly when telling his story he needs all the kithes in the world

and then woosan creeping and staring at bugjoong that’s literally all the readers creeping in on bug and her moments with all the ateez members staring like o_o

they’re so snuggly wtf i wanna be there too

anyways as per usual you absolutely DEVOURED THAT it was astronomical im gonna have to re read a couple times now again ‘‘twas too much for me

make sure you take care of yourself MWAH !!

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📚 anon I've missed you <33

gosh babes I totally understand the struggles of being a woman in STEM :")) it's a rough journey but you'll make it! I'm proud of you :D <3

omg omg omg better than Shakespeare??? No way I love you so much omfg <3 thank you thank you <33 that entire paragraph literally had me screaming crying throwing up :'D

yun is SO sweet and he knows his bug SO well :"] he takes such good care of her fr,, def deserves kisses and hugs <33

jongho's love languages are DEF acts of service <33 he just wants to take care of his partners and keep them safe <3 his lil forehead bump with yun was so cute too xD

also shoutout to 🪷 anon for helping me decide what nickname jongho would call bug xD I struggled for SO long and 'love' was mostly their idea hehe

THAT'S THEIR BABY <33 BUG IS ATEEZ'S BABY <33333

HONGJOONG <3 he was SO worried about bug and didn't want to frighten her even though he wanted to speak to her SO bad :') ALSO bug ogling joong's muscles while he brought over the mattress, so true of you babe xD

her home <33 the founder of ateez and the founder of her home <33

and joong's backstory :"(( they were clinging to each other and confronting each other the whole way through <3

woosan watching them snuggle was so cute xD they were blushing and kicking their feet fr :}

hehe I'm so so glad you enjoyed the update my dear <33 thank you again for your lovely review :D I enjoy them every single time <33 take care of yourself as well <33 kiss kiss <3

[daring-the-devil]

large black coffee - 10

You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1800 words)

author’s note: part 10!! we have reached the end of ARC 2 of this series! more info will be available for the next parts  in my reblog of this post. in this one, you start to wonder a little bit about your relationship with matt and the future steps you plan to take. this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warnings: some strong language, a scene with food/eating, brief descriptions of injuries

read part 9 here | start at the beginning | series masterlist | request guidelines

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It takes a little time, but eventually, all of the bruises decorating Matt’s skin fade away completely, though your worries never do. Still, you do your best to move on from it, settling back into the comfortable pattern of your relationship. It doesn’t feel as shiny or new anymore now that you’ve been together for a couple of months, but that might be your favorite part about it—you have someone to fall back on, just as Matt can fall back on you. 

Today at work, though, you find that you aren’t able to think about him much. 

Jacob is out because his grandma is sick, meaning you’re on your own for most of the afternoon shift. Eliza stays for an extra hour, but you force her to leave after a little while, knowing she has a class that she can’t miss, so you put your head down and try to get through the rest of the workday as best you can.

But by the time four o’clock rolls around, you’re beat, skin sticky from making so many drinks and bones heavy with exhaustion. The moment you flip the sign in the window to “closed”, you collapse in the back room, giving yourself a moment to recover before you have to clean up. 

It’s a good thing the afternoon crowd isn’t nearly as bad as the morning rush. If Eliza had been out today too, you would’ve had to close shop for the entire day, and at this point, you can’t really afford to do that. 

You’re busy wiping the tables down when your phone starts buzzing. You sigh and fish it out of your pocket and put it on speaker so you can continue working. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Matt says, and you pause. “Are you still at work?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, wiping your forehead with your sleeve. “Just cleaning up. Why?”

“It’s almost five,” Matt says. “You want me to bring you food?”

“God, you’re a lifesaver,” you say, resisting the urge to drop your head onto the still-sticky table. “Yes, please.”

“Any preference?”

“Whatever’s easiest for you,” you say. 

“I’ll try to be over in twenty minutes,” Matt says. He must already be off work if he’ll be here that soon. “See you soon.”

“Bye,” you say, and you let him end the call. 

Sure enough, Matt shows up at the door twenty minutes later with a large bag of takeout in one hand and his cane in the other. You hurry over to let him in. 

“Hi,” you say, kissing him as soon as the door is locked. “Thank you so, so much.”

“Of course,” Matt says, letting you direct them to a table in the back of the cafe. “I brought Chinese, if that’s all right.”

“That’s more than all right,” you say. “You want anything to drink? I got these new lemonades and they’re to die for.”

“That sounds great,” Matt says easily, and you head over to the fridge to retrieve a couple of bottles. “It’s a little late to have caffeine anyways.”

“Yeah, when was the last time you had something to drink that wasn’t coffee or alcohol?” you ask, joking, even as you pull out a couple of bottled waters too. 

“Ha, ha,” Matt drawls. You snort. “I drink more than enough of my daily recommended water intake.”

“The bare minimum, Murdock,” you say, settling down across from him. You open up one of the takeout boxes and find chow mein and crab rangoons. “You’re incredible.”

“Just wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, a little sheepishly, and you smile. “Why are you here so late anyways?”

“Ah, Jacob couldn’t be here today,” you say, helping yourself to one of the rangoons. “Eliza stayed an extra hour to help out, but I was on my own for most of the afternoon. I had a little extra cleaning up to do.”

Matt lifts his head. He’s not wearing his glasses right now, so you can see exactly the level of concern written clearly across his face. “You worked by yourself?”

You nod, nibbling the rangoon. “It was fine.”

“Well, no,” Matt says simply. 

You sigh. “Matthew—”

“You shouldn’t be working here by yourself,” he says. “That’s too much for one person—you should hire someone else.”

You sigh again. “Matt, it’s fine. I managed. I got every order right.”

“Bare minimum,” he shoots back, and you huff. 

“Don’t turn my words against me,” you say. “Fucking lawyers.”

His grin is fleeting and a little hollow. “Honey, you shouldn’t wear yourself out like that. Even if you just hire someone to keep on reserve in case something like this happens again—what if you get sick and Eliza and Jacob are left on their own?”

He has a point, obviously, but you don’t want to budge. “I can figure that out later. Can you drop it, please?”

For a moment, neither of you speak, and you take the chance to finally eat your rangoon. It tastes incredible, obviously, which means it came from one place only. 

“This restaurant is twenty minutes away from here,” you say, frowning. “You were already there when you called?”

He shrugs, piling more beef onto his plate. “I was going to get some anyway. Figured I’d call and ask if you wanted some too.”

“Well, that’s very kind of you, Mr. Murdock,” you say, reaching for his hand and squeezing. Your fingertips brush over scabs. Back at the gym, then. Your heart aches for him. “Has everything been okay lately?”

“Uh, yeah,” he says. “Everything’s fine. Why?”

You almost believe him for a second, and you think you would, if not for the way he’s holding himself so incredibly still. Like he’s trying to convince you that everything is actually okay. Your heart beats a little quicker. 

Stop being paranoid, you tell yourself sternly. He’s fine. Everything is fine. 

“No reason,” you say. “You guys have just been swamped at work lately.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” he groans, bringing a hand up and rubbing his forehead. He pushes his hair out of his face, the soft brown tufts looking extra feathery. You resist the urge to smooth them down. 

“Please tell me you’re getting enough sleep,” you say. 

“I get a solid five hours a night,” he says. “If I’m lucky.”

You sigh, dig the heels of your hands into your eyes. “Matt.”

“Listen,” he says, pulling your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at him. “Compromise: at some point, we are both going to take a few days off, and we will rest and watch movies and eat as much takeout as we can stomach. I’ll finish these cases, you hire a few more people. And then we can take a break together. Deal?”

You can’t take your eyes off of him. With him not wearing his glasses, you can see the raw sincerity on his face, the affection he has for you. 

“Thought you said you didn’t go to the movies,” you joked, hoping the emotion in your voice doesn’t show too much. 

“Movies at home have audio descriptions,” he says. 

You laugh, shifting your chair closer to his so you can rest your head on his shoulder. His arm goes around yours. “You’re too good to me.”

“Objection,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You smile. 

Ten minutes later, the takeout is cleaned up, and you’re getting ready to lock up the cafe. Matt waits for you by the door and holds his arm out to you as you step outside together. 

“I’ll walk you home,” he says. 

“No, it’s fine,” you say, squeezing his arm. “Get back to work. I’ll call you when you get off, okay?”

His smile is fleeting, but soft. “Get home safe.”

You pull him in for a kiss, and he places his hands on your jaw to deepen it. He tastes like lemonade. 

You wonder, briefly, if you might be in love with him. 

Calm down, you tell yourself as you separate and part ways. You watch him go for a few moments, your hand pressed to your mouth, your heart racing. We haven’t been dating long. Give it a little more time. 

But maybe. Maybe. 

***

Once you get home, you decide to take Matt’s advice and look into possibly hiring more people. You shoot a text to Eliza and Jacob: I might hire a couple more people. Thoughts?

From Jacob: Yeah that would be great!!! 

From Eliza: cool! any ideas abt who?

I’ll put a listing online, you send back, and you make a note to yourself to talk about the listing with Eliza and Jacob at work tomorrow. 

You could do with a break. 

Once you’re showered and changed into comfortable clothes, you find that you don’t really have anything else planned for the evening, so you decide to turn on a show and indulge in the pints of your favorite ice cream that you’ve had sitting in your freezer, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Once you decide on something to watch—The Queen’s Gambit, Jacob’s recommendation—you settle on the couch with the ice cream and get ready to watch. 

You’re halfway through the third episode when something knocks into your window. 

The ice cream spoon flies out of your hand and clatters onto the floor, a glob of ice cream landing next to the leg of the coffee table. You sit up, eyes on the curtain-covered window, your breath catching in your throat. You have half a mind to go to the kitchen and get a knife, but the knock on your window sounds again—louder, more frantic this time. 

“Hello?” your visitor asks. Their voice might be muffled by the glass, but you’d recognize it in your sleep. It’s been engraved into your memory, after all. 

Shit, fuck, fuck shit fuck. You shut off the TV, scramble up off the couch, and rush to the window, yanking the curtains aside. You gasp. 

Daredevil is on the other side of the glass. He still has his mask on, and what little exposed skin he has is streaked with blood and mottled with bruises. He’s holding his side—stabbed or shot, probably—and it looks like he’s doing everything he can not to pass out on your fire escape. 

You hurry to open the window. You don’t have time to think. You’re grabbing hold of his arm, the contact with his suit burning your skin, and helping him into your apartment. With one hand, you hold him up, and you close the window and curtains with the other. You’d rather not have neighbors asking you why you have Daredevil in your apartment in the middle of the night. 

“What happened?” you demand as he pushes away from you, hand still pressed to his side. “Why are you here?”

“I need—” He breaks off, choking out a cough. “I need your help.”

Before you can ask again, his body goes limp, and all you can do is watch as he collapses on your floor.

part 11

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[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

How do their s/o ask for their attention

Feat:- Sakusa, Akaashi, Tsukishima & Mattsun

A/n:- it’s been ages since I last wrote for Tsuki and Akaashi ☹️.

Genre:- Fluff and mentions of pet names

♡SAKUSA , He was leaving for practice but you didn’t want him to. Early morning Omi is very cuddly and warm you don’t want him to get up from bed and leave soon. Sakusa was in the bathroom getting ready for leaving whereas you were in bed grumpy as ever sleeping on your boyfriend’s side of bed nuzzling his pillow closer to your chest. He always had an habit of kissing you goodbye before going out for his practise , as his ritual he props his elbow on the bed to be on the same level as you , he pecks your forehead and mumbles a soft “see you soon love” . “Noooooo” you reply as you grab his shirt and clutch it tightly. “I have to go love” “nooooooooo it’s okay if you skip right?” “Love we have discussed about this” “Omi you don’t love me anymore do you?” You fake sob. “You are so dramatic, I promise you that I will give you extra cuddles as I come back fine?” “Yes bye Omi see you soon” you pull the blanket over you and fall asleep. “🤨 dramatic queen/king” he chuckles.

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♡AKAASHI , He was busy reading his book which he had brought a week ago but couldn’t read it because of his work. “Keiji?” “Yes darling?” “What is your book about?” “It’s about a love story ” “Keiji?” “Hmm?” “Is it way more interesting than me?” He chuckles as he shuffles closer to you on the couch wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “It is interesting but somehow the writer didn’t mention how to handle your s/o when they ask for affection you know?” “Are you mocking me?” “Am I darling?” “Go on read aloud I wanna know” “alright” you smile as he reads for you.

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♡TSUKISHIMA , He was busy studying for his upcoming exam and you were done with your classes and exams. You decided not to disturb him as the time passed by seconds changed fo minutes and hours your patience was running thin. You get up from the couch and settle next to him on the chair and trace your finger on his jawline. That caught him off guard as he backed away a little. “What are you doing?” “Tracing your jawline?” “That’s obvious” “then why did you ask?😒” “look I know it’s been a long day for you but please for just one day let me complete this and I will be done tomorrow anyways” “but I didn’t say anything?” “Y/n , darling, honey, babe we both know that whenever you want attention you have a habit to trace my jawline my knuckles and my cheekbones so…” “okay” you get up from your chair only for him to hold your wrist keeping you in place. “Did I say that I mind you sitting next to me?” “No?” “Exactly sit down and continue whatever you were doing” “alright” you chuckle as he rolls his eyes.

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♡MATSUKAWA , He was busy playing games on his computer and you were bored scrolling through your phone watching random videos , you wanted your boyfriend’s attention. In order to grab his attention you decided to sit on his lap and lay your head against his chest. You get up from your bed and start walking towards your boyfriend. Issei knew your habits, he opens his arms instinctively and smiles as he watches your reaction you giggle as you settle down on his lap and wrap your arms around his torso laying your head on his chest. “Comfy doll?” “Very” “oi Mattsun stop talking” makki replies as he fake gags. “Get yourself an s/o makki and then let’s talk” you chuckle as he teases his friend.

Thank you for reading. Take care<33

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[everafterkeiji]

What's up? I hope you are well :)

like the boys of Tokyo Revengers Would they react with a girl shorter than them? But have a strong personality ??

With Hakkai, Mikey and Chifuya 🙏😎

It's just that

Bye ~ 💋

im doing fine! I can't even imagine what I'd look like next to hakkai with my small ass self- but I'm happy to be beside chifuyu and mitsu( ˘ ³˘) anyway, thank you so much for requesting!! stay safe out there ♡

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

PAIRINGS: Mikey x gn!reader, Hakkai x gn!reader, Chifuyu x gn!reader

GENRE/INCLUDES: fluff, teasing🙄

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘- is not one to talk considering how short he is to begin with but it's a miracle that he finally gets to tower over someone else.

- It's his pride and joy to pick on you—adds to his nickname of how invincible he is now that he's taller than his lover.

- His arm would always rest on your shoulder, slung around it as you walk or you're just doing nothing.

- "Look, it's literally the perfect height for you to kiss me, so why aren't you kissing me?"

"Mikey, stop pouting already."

He uses this excuses for granted kisses, he thinks it's so smooth when in reality, it was just a standard thing. Even if you didn't give in to what he said, he's already pressing kisses to your forehead, loving how exact it was just for the perfect peck.

- You weren't even that short from him, this delinquent just loves to poke the fun out of you since everyone else around him were either beanpoles or just the average height that he didn't reach.

- HEAD PATS. He does it so frequent for no absolute reason. He doesn't even do it to spite you, it's just there. If his arm was on your shoulder, it'd soon travel to the crown of your head—it just happens so naturally but you didn't mind since he was a sneaky dimwit.

Tilting your head to meet with his, he just sends you a lazy smirk before kissing your lips as his hands go to your cheek. He then pulls away with a smile leaving you flustered at how he did it so effortlessly.

- Your shoulder is where he states to be the best pillow there is. You can't even count how many times he'd fallen asleep on your shoulder. After a good meal or just a few minutes since he woke up, if his head rests there for a couple seconds—he's already dozing off.

- He genuinely just finds it cute how you'd roll your eyes to him, ignoring him of his victory. He knows you don't settle for that type of treatment but being a little witty kid—he knows you love him too much to ever make him stop.

- Despite your height, your voice will always stand out in terms of defending yourself and for others. Mikey has always admired this trait of yours as well as your energy. It reminds him how lucky he is to have him call you his.

- He notices the way your determination is unmatched, alike your strive to be better in things you wanted to improve in. He sees the beam in your eyes whenever you got a good score with some recognition for your work which is what you truly deserved and having a lover who is as hardworking as you doubles his respect and loyalty to you. It also makes him want to be less lazy seeing that he barely attends school or finish what needed to be passed.

- Even if you were diligent in school work, you never forget to pay attention to him even if he doesn't show that he needs you. He wonders how you're able to read through him but when you approach him to lend him your ears for any of his problems, he's already leaning his head to your shoulder and began his stories.

Your dependability is what edges him to love you even more. Your attentiveness and care for him never fails to make him feel safe no matter what he's going through or the endless loop of his thoughts. In return, Mikey has his arms to welcome you in your own failures.

- Above all, he just has this smile on his face whenever you couldn't stand ignorance from strangers or just incredibly rude people. He doesn't need to insert himself in to diminish the problem, he knew you were capable of letting them know their place.

- YOUR PERSONAL HYPE MAN. After you just told off someone, Mikey just steps up to push their buttons more.

"Yeah, what they said. Eat shit-"

"Mikey!"

- When he sees how free you were from the negativity from of others and how your authenticity shines the best in who you are, falling in love has never been better for him.

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 doesn't like to look down on you but—y'know—this was different.

- He thought you were actually intimidated when you first him (you actually were, you just didn't tell him).

- He doesn't really like to make you feel insecure of your height so he tries to avoid crouching down so you wouldn't think he was teasing you. You weren't really conscious of your height but you admired how he didn't try to pester you about it (unlike the previous man).

- He genuinely thinks you are perfect. Whenever he embraces you from behind and sets his chin on the crown of your head, all of his thoughts seem to drift away, more so when you wrap his arms around your waist.

- He can't help but smile a little when you'd reach for something that was at the upper cabinet. Your attempts were semi entertaining to him until he decides to lend a hand to you, which you were patiently waiting for.

- This man whose height is at a whopping 183cm, loves lifting you. It just happens.

- Whenever he'd pass by just to surprise you, rest assured his arms are tight to your waist before lifting you off your feet and once he pulls away, he's just laughing at your reaction.

- Would be the time to lift you just to move you to the couch. He thinks its funny—easily holding onto you then the next second you're being dropped to the cushion like you were weightless. Handsdown, he would not admit he just loves to play with your reactions and tell you he just does it cause it was free transportation without using your own legs.

- FOREHEAD AND CHEEK KISSES. Lord, it's endless and wholesome. He just lands a kiss to your forehead, nonchalant about it as you wait for the stand in a store.

"What was that for?"

"..I just like kissing you, is that okay?"

- He just dips his head and there's already a pair of lips to your cheek. He doesn't even mind how flustered he was but it's just so—addicting for him. When you're studying or zoned out of your wits, he just relies on instinct as this point as he kisses you.

"Hakkai, babe c'mon. I'll never get this done."

"Was I distracting you?"

"..Not really— I like it a lot actually."

"Ok so I'm gonna keep doing it."

- Regardless of your height, what he loves more is who you truly are. There's that strength in your aura, the way you carry yourself and the way you never fail to stand up to any environment that treated you differently.

- He looks at you and just goes "there you are, the best of the best." When you stood up to those who disregard your efforts and work, he just slings his arm to your shoulder, loving the way you can handle yourself.

- When you're pouring your energy into something that you are doing, he doesn't hesitate to be there for you afterwards.

"Stop overworking yourself, love." He comforts you with a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

- Being in a relationship with the brother of Taiju and someone in Toman, it was hard not to be stared at. He usually doesn't care but when they'd stare at you, he could feel how you did the same. Smiling at him and just not wasting any time to pay attention to those heavy glares.

- Your strength sometimes envy him but when the time comes where he's put in a state of trouble again because of his brothers, you swore to remind him of how he should never think less of himself and by the end of the day, he's wrapped in your arms—his worries can disappear.

♡ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 is another shortie but with you, he is utterly in love.

- Right of the bat, he hugs you all the goddamn time. Hugs from behind you where his arms just dangle from your shoulders or down to your waist while his head is on your shoulder.

- His level of teasing is at a minimum but you will get the standard "okay but I'm taller than you" card from him.

- I see him as the type to joke around on how you can't reach for specific stuff like that time where you tried to reach for his manga and you had to stand up on his bed to get it because it was the cabinet above his desk and your boyfriend just sits and stares with a smile.

"Chifuyu."

"Babe, do not throw that manga to me—it's expensive."

- If the others were interested in forehead kisses, this boy loved to give shoulder kisses.

- He dozes off your shoulder a lot so when he wakes up, there's just a planted kiss to your tshirt right at the base of your shoulder. He also likes to peak behind your shoulder as if he was at the same height as you—it's so unnecessary but you just assumed he loved to be that intimate with you.

- Still, your height was incomparable to your personality. It was one of the main reasons he fell in love.

- He thought he looked like a fool when he started staring for a long time when you were doing a presentation to the class. Your intelligence has always caught his eye and something about your energy has always sparked his interest.

- In the way you present yourself, the way you walk without any worries of the words being said behind your back, he knew you were out of his league.

- Your self motivation and ability to see pass through the rough parts of a process will always make him proud.

- YOUR PERSONAL HYPE MAN (PART 2) Similar to Mikey's situation, he just walks away with a cocky smile knowing you won an argument and he sometimes joke how you'd be the one to protect him instead of the other way.

"You can't talk shit if you can't deal with Y/N."

"Chifuyu, please come here-"

"Coming, hun!—but seriously fuck off."

- He's astounded because of you. Every part of your personality he adored and a strong willed person like you will always have his respect and his love.

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

��Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

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“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

                                                            *  *  *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[agape-bakery]

HIII i saw that your requests are up!!! okok so can i request a fanfic or scenario with lucifer, mammon and satan with and mc who’s very physically affectionate? but one time, mc goes up to them, cups their face and peppers their face with kisses, and proceeds to praise and compliment them? like for example “youre so handsome” or “i wouldn’t know what to do with you” or just something along the lines of that!! basically very fluffy scenarios where mc gives them a lot of loooooove and praise !! thank you <3 have a great day !!

HIIII!! This is so cute- bye- I hope you have a great day too, anon!!! It's a little short but I hope it's good enough!

Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan with a physically affectionate MC

Lucifer

Lucifer is not the affectionate type. You know that, the brothers know that, even Cerberus knows that. But if there's one thing that he enjoys the most, it's you.

Watching you constantly give him attention makes him as soft as a marshmallow but of course, he would never show that. The longer you do it, he's grown accustomed and even encourages your advances.

However, what he did not expect is you suddenly prancing up to him in his office and cupping his cheeks, and giving him kisses.

His eyes turn wide and you could see a visible blush on his face, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I just want to say that I wouldn't know what to do without you at my side." You beam at him, and he turned silent.

"Luci?" "If you continue to say things like that, I wouldn't be able to control myself..." It was his turn to cup your cheeks and gives a smirk, the redness on his cheeks visible, "By any means, go on."

Mammon

Unlike Lucifer, Mammon IS the affectionate type, but only when you're not looking. If you continue to gaze at him as he tries and act all lovey-dovey on you, he might just stutter and act like a fool in front of you.

Every time you try and give this man love, he immediately combusts, his sunglasses not even hiding his dark cheeks. You would think that he'd get used to it considering you give him affection every day but he isn't. And he loves it. He always pouts around you until you give him compliments with a kiss on the cheek.

As Mammon sat on his chair in class, grumpy about a recent 2-hour lecture from Lucifer. You walked behind him and covered his eyes.

"Hey! What the-" Chu.

He froze. Did you just kiss him on the forehead???

Mammon saw the ceiling lights, as well as your face.

"I love you, Mammon. I'm proud of you."

You could see his eyes grow wide as he only stares at you. Not once has this man been told that in his whole life. To have the love of his life say it without hesitating...It does something to him.

He gains a sign of newfound courage and puts his hand on the back of your head and gently pushes you close to kiss you on the lips.

"I love you too. You're mine and only mine, got it?"

Satan

Satan was the type to show affection in a subtle way, yet he didn't mind the PDA that you would give him. You're his lover anyway, why would he be embarrassed? In fact, he would often give back the love that you give him, even more so in private.

It was in the little ways, how he paid attention to every small thing you said and bring it up when you thought he didn't listen, how he gave you books that were similar to your relationship, and how he wrote a poem about you.

While Satan reads in his room, your head on his lap, you mumbled something he couldn't hear.

"What's that, MC?" He asked, his eyes not leaving his book.

"You...so..."

"Hm?" He looked down at you.

There you smiled at him, leaning up to give him a kiss. "You look so handsome."

Satan had read a lot of books, most that have left him with several emotions, most with situations and scenes that he's seen over and over again yet this... Nothing could compare to this.

He let out a chuckle and strokes your cheek with a squint of happiness in his eyes.

"And you continue to amaze me in more ways than I could have imagined."

[miekasa]

random boyfriend eren hcs (modern/college au)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern/college au, himbo eren supremacy as per usual, but can you imagine eren, armin, and jean living together in one house bye

↯ notes: this is me once again trying out this headcanon format, also because i have lots of thoughts about eren (being normal) and going to college lmao

↯ more notes: sorry i have to repost this again tumblr is being dumb ://

Not a frat boy, but definitely lives by the mantra “work hard, party harder.”

Likes going out to frat parties and keggers first year, but calms down as time goes on. Sophomore year is more house parties and occasionally going downtown to clubs. By the time junior year rolls around tho, he and Jean are thee party hosts. Homecoming, Halloween, Pre-Thanksgiving break, you name it, those two have a reason to throw a party for it

But party doesn’t always mean absolute rager. Sometimes it’s just drinking with your friends, playing pong, and absolutely crushing Jean at uno. 

At parties with lots of other people, Eren really doesn’t let people fuck around with you, or any of his friends really. Once almost got into a fight because he watched a guy out his hands on yours and Mikasa’s waists to “move around you.” As if. 

Wears his key necklace around all the time, obviously. So he gives you a necklace with a lock on it, with both of your initials engraved on the back. 

Nobody really notices it at first, since the chains are long and the necklaces are you usually tucked inside your shirts. But one day, ever the observant one, Armin catches a glimpse of yours resting on top of your shirt. Cue squinted eyes looking back and forth between you and Eren before—eureka! “You and Eren have matching necklaces!!!”

Plays sports, not for a scholarship but just for fun. Gets very pouty when you can’t make it to his games; and gets extra pouty if you show up, but you’re not wearing his jersey.

On the flip side, gets very giddy when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on and very ostentatiously scoops you up into a hug after the game is over.

Literally does not know where the library is until you show it to him. Any of them. Help him.

The worst person to study with if he doesn’t have any actual work to do. Will bother you and prefer to gossip than to let you do your work in peace. If you need an actual study buddy, you should try Mikasa.

Drunkenly hits on you a lot. Scratch that, he hits on you regardless, drunk or sober, despite the fact that you’re literally dating him already.

Literally reserves at least two nights of the week to have dinner with Armin bye and you couldn’t even interrupt them if you tried.

Waits for you outside of your classroom if you’ve had an important presentation or something. Not always with anything cheesy or loud, but just to be able to cheer you on and congratulate you after.

Hates the act of going grocery shopping, but loves going with you. Also because you force him to buy things other than Anytizers and Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Steals your hair ties and scrunchies to put his hair up. Does not fucking give them back, and denies having them, even if they’re piling up on his wrist.

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere. He is your personal Uber. Even if you don’t want him to be, he would rather die than let you get into an actual Uber—and if it’s late at night? Forget it, Eren doesn’t care if you’re 45 mins away, he’ll come get you.

After you stabbed him with your pen for drawing in your notebook (with your very pristine notes), he started leaving sticky notes inside of them instead.

They’re all super random, usually incoherent, and sometimes just drawings, and you’d never tell him, but you keep every single one.

Cuts class a lot, but not to the point where he’s failing. Just when he feels like it’s deserved, you know? Like, if he attended lecture for a class all week, he deserved to skip Friday’s lecture. As a treat.

He’s embarrassing. Endearing, but so embarrassing. Like, singing in the middle of the street embarrassing. Asking you to do a TikTok in public embarrassing. Why do you even love him.

Moves off-campus during junior year and rooms with Jean and Armin in three-bedroom house. So, he’s never actually lonely, but he’s a little crybaby and will whine to get to you to come over.

LOVES sleeping over at your place, though. Because you live with Annie and Mikasa, so your place is always clean and always smells good. Plus Mikasa and Annie are usually busy, which means you get more privacy at your place.

Mikasa honestly just starts making breakfast for Eren in the mornings when he does sleep over, and Annie is so unfazed by his presence.

Jumps at the opportunity to join in on your girls wine-night or skincare-routine night. So what if it’s him and three other girls drinking red wine with face masks on and talking about Anne Hathaway movies while playing Monopoly Deal? It leaves him pleasantly buzzed and his skin is absolutely glowing, suck his dick, Connie.

Likely doesn’t understand a thing about your major/program but listens enthusiastically when you talk about it anyways.

His lock screen is the only selfie he’s ever convinced you to take with him. (That’s okay because he has many screenshots of your snaps for safekeeping and blackmailing).

Tries to get you to exercise with him. If you’re into that, then great. If you’re not, it’s okay, he always has time to stop and take a mid-workout thirst trap to send your way. Because he’s annoying like that.

Once accidentally replied to the whole class instead of just the professor on an email asking him to be a g and bump his 89.9 to a 90. Embarrassing. (The prof did raise in the end tho, so maybe he really does have some charm to him).

Has to wear reading glasses when studying for a long time/or at his computer for a long time, and even though he doesn’t like them, you think he looks super cute in them; so he wears them more often than usual. 

Calls you asking for the most obscure school supplies/stationary. “Babe, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare 4x8 poster board laying around now would you?” 

Mind you this is at, like, 3am, 12 hours before the poster board in question is due. 

Speaking of stationary, is an absolute little shit and steals your good pens. He’s partial to the sparkly ones, if he’s being honest. They make his notes look better, fuck you, Jean. 

“Eren, give me back my purple 0.4mm pen.” “I don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Eren, I can see it in your hand!” 

Brings you snacks while you’re studying. If you’re really trying to crack down and be serious, he won’t even bother you. Just bring the snacks, bring you water and boba, kiss your little forehead and be on his way.

Has a polaroid camera he got as a birthday gift, and uses it to sneak pictures of you whenever you’re not looking. He keeps the good ones hung up on a sponge board in his room.

He has a few.... riskier ones too, but those are for his eyes only.

Loves to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done. Honestly gets a little pouty when you don’t ask him lmaoo

Purposely leaves his clothes around so you can wear them. Isn’t subtle about it in the slightest. Sometimes leaves them with a note: “Please wear this, you’d look cute as fuck. Thank you. —Management.”

(slightly nsfw below)

Is not too proud to ask you for risqué snaps. Not necessarily full nudes, thought he doesn’t object to those.

Will literally give you hickeys out of boredom. Will pull you onto his lap and start kissing your neck because he has nothing better to do. Also because it leads to sex 7/10 times. The other 3 times, it’s because he falls asleep with his head in your neck lmaoo

Might have once fucked you with one of his lectures playing in the background, but you’ll never tell.

He really likes phone sex. He’s shit at being quiet, so he can only really do it when Jean and Armin are out of the house, but there’s something about only being able to hear your moans to get off that really does it for him.

He’s kind of goofy and absentminded sometimes, so sometimes you’ll be mid-sex and he’ll look at you like “Hey, did you finish your assignment, it’s due tomorrow right?”

And honestly, you kinda wanna be upset, but then you start thinking—“Did I finish my assignment?” And then you realize you did and nod and he’s like “Ok, cool,” kisses your forehead and resumes where you left off.

[artzee-bee]

Are you gonna kiss me goodnight? | Ethan Morgan x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ please write another ethan morgan x reader, they’re so good!!”

Summary: Sarah had asked you to help her out and babysit Jane one evening, while she had plans. Everything went well until you and Ethan shared a little romantic moment. But how much could that change about your friendship really?

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

~~~

You and Jane have always gotten along well, meaning that whenever Sarah couldn’t show up to babysit ( much like tonight), you would always take her place. On this particular friday, she had some sort of meeting with the vampire council, you didn’t ask her much. 

When you arrived at Ethan’s, Jane opened the door for you and immediately dragged you into the living room, where she was setting up a movie. She was so excited to tell you all about it and how long she’s waited to see it, except you couldn’t help but scan the room, in hopes of finding Ethan.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, but as soon as your eyes landed on him, as if he knew you were watching, he raised his head. Your eyes met and he gave you a soft smile and a little wave of a hand. You giggled and gave him a tiny nod in return, before Jane dragged you on the couch to finally start the movie. 

It was actually pretty good and before you knew it, you were hooked. After about 20 minutes, Ethan joined you two on the couch to see what all the fuss was about. He sat next to you and would occasionally lean his head on your shoulder, to ask you a question, whisper sarcastic comments or point out plot holes he noticed. You didn’t mind him much, in fact he made you laugh a lot but not once did Jane have to tell him to zip it.

After the movie, you and Jane moved to the kitchen for some ice cream. You hooked your phone to a bluetooth speaker and played some music, which naturally resulted in both of you dancing and singing around the kitchen island. Ethan on the other hand, was just sitting down, laughing at your antics, that is until Jane accidently hit a glass of water on the counter. The glass tipped over, splashing water all over the floor and Jane’s pajama pants.

“Shoot!” She muttered

“It’s ok. Go change, I’ll help clean up” you offered, but Jane shook her head

“It’s fine, the mop is upstairs anyways. I’ll go change and bring it with me on my way back”

As soon as you heard Jane walking up the stairs, Ethan turned to you with a smile

“Typical Jane” you laughed

“Yeah, she’s a clumsy one” E tried to go back to eating his ice cream, but you had other ideas

“Come dance!” you tugged on his arm

“Absolutely not!” “Why not?” “Y/N, I don’t dance, you know that”

“It’s just us” right as you said that, one of your favorite songs came on shuffle. Ethan knew this and rolled his eyes at your excitement

“Come on! You have to now!'' Even though it was hard to believe, he gave in. Ethan slowly got off the chair and attempted to move his feet to the music. He was shy and unsure, perhaps even a little embarrassed and he looked adorable with his rosy cheeks.

You grabbed his arms and twirled him around. You wanted him to feel free. Free from embarrassment or worry. You didn’t care if he looked ridiculous dancing, so did you! You just wanted him to enjoy this moment at least half as much as you did.

The chorus came around and E began to let loose, which made you smile like an idiot. The little glimpse of joy in his eyes, his bouncy hair and his laugh felt like a job well done. You sang along to the song, jumping in circles and waving your arms to the music. Ethan looked at you in awe. 

You were always so care free, you didn’t give a damn about anyone else and you always did what you wanted and he saw that in you everyday, but right now, something was different. You were so happy and lost in your little dance, it was mesmerizing. He didn't understand how you did it, maybe he never will but even so, he will spend the rest of his life appreciating that in you.

The bridge of the song was significantly slower than the rest. All instruments died down, leaving just the soft voice of the lead singer and an acoustic guitar. You stopped in front of Ethan and grabbed both his hands, swinging them slowly from side to side to the melody. 

You were so caught up into your song, you didn’t realise how close you pulled him. You didn’t realise the blush that took over his cheeks as you sang to him. You only realised when he let go of your hands, only to move them to your waist, bringing you close. Your arms went around his neck, bringing him even closer. From here, you could hear him mutter the words to the song under his breath. 

“Come on, louder.” you encouraged him. 

Still a little unsure, Ethan’s eyes met yours and he began to sing with you. You slow danced around the kitchen table, softly singing to each other. As the bridge came to it’s inevitable end, and the song began to pick up it’s pace again, you couldn’t help but get lost in this boy’s eyes and the perfect moment you were sharing. Ethan slowly leaned forward and so did you. Your forehead rested against his, your lips just barely brushing against Ethan’s and you were overwhelmed by the need for more. You wanted to kiss him, to put an end to all the wondering and dreams about what it would be like, even for a moment, to taste his breath and be so close to him.

As if he read your mind, Ethan’s lips met yours. It was soft and unsure, like a lot of things he did. You kissed him back harder, wanting him to know just how long you’ve waited for this moment. How much you wanted him, needed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, before mirroring the love and passion you were showing him.

And then you heard footsteps on the stairs. Both you and E pulled away at the same time, pretending nothing had happened when Jane returned.

Immediately after, Ethan excused himself and went upstairs. You would have gone after him to talk, but Jane was already talking to you about something different, you didn’t know what. You still felt Ethan’s lips on yours and you couldn’t get yourself to snap out of whatever dream state that one kiss drowned you in. All you could do for now was pretend to listen, sure that you’ll snap out of it soon.

Except you didn’t. You could barely focus on what Jane talked to you about for the rest of the night, until her parents got home. The car pulled into the driveway and the girl ran up the stairs, so she won’t get caught staying up so late. Mr and mrs. Morgan made their way inside and thanked you for your help. They handed you your money and wished you good night

“I’ll just go say bye to Ethan, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not dear, go ahead” mrs morgan replied

You knocked on his door 3 times before you heard him inviting you in. You cracked the door open and peaked inside. Ethan was sitting at his desk, probably working on some sort of school project. His attitude switched instantly when he saw it was you. His body tensed up and you could sense he felt awkward. “Come in!” he said, as he approached you. You enter the room and close the door behind you, wanting more privacy

“I-I was just about to head home…”

“Oh, um yeah. So mom and dad are here then?”

“Yeah, yeah, they are '' Ethan just nodded and as he did you realised how ridiculous the situation was. This was your best friend! Things have always been comfortable between you two, you could always be honest and upfront with him! You loved him and you weren’t going to let one kiss ruin your friendship! Even if he didn’t like you like that, you could stay friends, but you had to take a chance! A playful smirk made its way onto your face before you asked

“So are you gonna kiss me goodnight or should I just leave?”

E turned red when he heard you and he couldn’t contain his laughter but when his eyes met yours again, you were so serious. Like you actually wanted him to do it. God, he’d be such a fool to miss his opportunity!

So he did, in one swift move, he pulled you to his chest. His soft lips met yours again and you melted in his embrace. This time, there wasn’t a single drop of hesitation in his kiss.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 26

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

List of OCs for this series

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: Chris meets Ben, and he reads his letter.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

"This is a nice place." You say looking around the apartment. It was a small two bed one bath apartment. Maya and Butler didn't need any bigger than that since this was temporary until they could find a house. Paisley was still at the age that she sleeps in her parents room, so they didn't need three bedrooms at the moment but were looking for a house with that many bedrooms.

"I know it'll work for now we definitely want a yard but for now it's fine. We'll just show up at your house." Maya teases you.

"Do it the boys love having you around. Besides I love spending time with this little princess! And matty!" You say referring to the sleeping baby in your arms. "Well me and the boys should probably head to the airport to pick up Senior's brother."

"Oh he's coming in town?" She asks taking Presley from you.

"Yeah."

"You introducing him Chris?"

"Yep you think Butler can come play referee is Ben acts like... Well Ben." You joke.

"Maybe. Okay cya later. Boys time to go!" The boys hurried into the main living space.

———

"So when do I get to meet your new man?" Ben asks you as you start making dinner.

"Soon. I expect you to be on your best behavior no being an asshole to him Ben."

"It's Benji." The man says.

"Mhm." You say. He's thirty, you didn't understand why he still went by that. He could go be Ben, Benjamin, but he goes by Benji. It's still better than Benny though.

"I still think it's too soon, you should be focusing on my nephews."

"It's been two years Benji. Me and Senior both discussed what to do if one of us died. Move to boston, and move on at our own pace. Theres only 6 opinions that matter in mine and Chris' relationship, yours isn't one of them." You tell him as you put the food in the oven.

"Whatever. You were probably just using him for money anyway." You look at him and sigh.

"If I was using Senior for money I wouldn't still be putting up with your shit."

"I was just saying." He scoffs. "Probably just wanted a ride through life."

"Benjamin Richardson, I will kick you out of this house if you keep going. Cause I know the guy who is mooching off his parents isn't talking to me about wanting a ride through life." You argue.

"Mom?" Caspian walks in looking between you both, knowing he walked into something. "Do you mind if I go to the park to play basketball with my friend Grant?"

"No sweetie just be home for dinner, we're going to Chris' after dinner remember."

"Okay! Bye Uncle Benji."

"Bye champ."

"Bye sweetheart be safe." You kiss his forehead before he leaves. "Benji, I know you're having a hard time over his death but you can't control what I do."

"Alright, when's this guy coming over."

"Well we've been having weekly movie nights every Sunday this summer at his house so we're going over the after dinner."

"Okay."

"Benji... Give him a chance for me please."

"Fine." He nods.

"Here. Senior wrote everyone letters, Butler gave 'em to me this one is yours." You open a draw before handing him a piece of paper with his name on it.

"Thank you." He looks at the letter.

"Uncle Benji!!! Come play call of duty with us!" Jace yells from upstairs.

"Coming boys! I'll give Chris a shot. But only because the boys like him." He tells you before leaving. You sigh and sit down on one of the stools. You warned Chris and even offered to postpone them meeting until Thanksgiving but he denied. To be fair you were the one nervous for tonight while Chris was excited to meet more of your family.

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Chris looks at the piece of paper before he reaches for it. It can't labeled it was just a plain white folded piece of paper. He wants to read it, there has to be something important in it for Butler to give it to him. He opens it not sure what to expect or why he was getting a letter from his girlfriend's late husband.

"My name is Caspian SR, which you probably knew. You're probably wondering why you're getting this letter. I have some advice for dating my wife. First of all, she's the best woman you'll ever meet, she's caring, funny, and the strongest woman I know. She's the best mother ever, and puts our boys ahead of herself. Please remind her she can put herself first sometimes. She loves home cooked meals over going out, and loves Romcoms. Never disrespect the boys, those kids are her whole world and you'll get tossed the second she notices. Now onto things you should know about the boys. Junior that boy is gonna do great things. He's a better person then I was at 12. If you need a way to bond with him, its definitely football, watching, playing, talking about, even going to his games. That's his favorite thing in the world, he's really good too, but I could be biased. I think he should pursue it but he wants to be like for some reason he's still young though. Go to some of his games for me please?"

Chris smiles at the way he talks about his son. He can tell the love Senior had for you and the kids just from what he's read so far. He will be keeping home cooked meals and football in mind. He looked back at the letter and begins to finish reading it.

"Jace is stubborn even at 7, he looks like me but acts just like his mom, you do not want to cross either of them. Your way in with him is video games and sports. Any sports he likes them all. Especially Baseball, he wants to go pro. Connor, he's still little buts he's kind hearted you know? He's just a great kid like his brother. He currently loves animals and cooking. Please take care of my family for me. - Richardson."

Nothing about his brother but it's still helpful. He'll also be able to find out what they like currently as they warm up to him. He already knew they liked anything to do with sports, every time he looks out his window there's a new ball in his backyard, not that he was complaining. Now to his real worry, getting Benjamin to like him. He wanted everyone in yours and the boys' life to like him cause he hopes to be a big part of your lives eventually.

The door bell rings, Juniper and Dodger runs past Chris, who was on the couch and to the door. Chris gets up and hurries to follow his daughter and dog. He opens the door smiling at you.

"Hey Sweetheart." He smiles, "hey boys, I have snacks ready we just have to make some popcorn."

"Yes!" Jace smiles.

"Do you have any candy?" Connor asks with giddy smile.

"Yep, I got chocolate and gummy bears, and you're favorite Sour patch kids!"

"You're the best!" Connor says as you all walk inside.

"I'll go make the popcorn, guys you want to help?" Caspian asks, the younger three kids nod before June leads the way to the kitchen. Chris looks at the man standing there, he has shoulder length brown hair. He's shorter than Chris by probably an inch and he looks annoyed that he's there.

"Chris this is my brother in law, Ben. Ben this is my boyfriend, Chris."

"It's Benji." Ben mutters but shakes the older man's hand.

"Hey man." Chris shakes his hand a smiles.

"Hi." Benjamin looks at him uninterested. You glared at your brother in law for acting childish.

"Crap!" Was exclaimed from the kitchen along with glass breaking. You and Chris looked at each other before hurrying into the kitchen Benji close behind.

"Jace stop dodger." Caspian says as he lifts June onto the counter. "Stay there." He tells Connor as Jace hurries to get Dodger out of the kitchen. Jace was far enough that he wasn't stuck around the pieces of glass.

"What happened?" Chris asked.

"I was trying to grab a cup but I knocked one out of the cabinet. Sorry." Connor looks down.

"It's fine bud." Chris assures. "Is anyone hurt?"

"I'm okay daddy!" June says with a smile.

"I'm fine." Connor says.

"So am I." Caspian assures.

"Where's Jace?" You ask.

"I told him to get Dodger out of the kitchen so he didn't hurt. I don't think Jace got hurt either." Caspian explain. "Can someone hand me a broom?"

"Yeah I'll go grab one." Chris says before leaves coming back with one. "Alright I'll clean it up." Caspian nods he stays in his spot though to make sure June doesn't fall off of the counter. His first instinct was to make sure she didn't step in glass. He would've been the same way with his brothers he just can't pick them up as easily, plus they weren't next to him like June was

"Okay." Caspian nods as you and Chris clean up the broken cup.

"I'm sorry." Connor repeats.

"You're fine Connor, I'm just glad no one got hurt. Please be more careful next time though." Chris says softly.

Once it was all cleaned up they grabbed drinks, and popcorn before going to the living room. All of the other snacks sat on the coffee table

"Alright what are we watching?"

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Sam gets butterflies whenever you call him Sammy, turning into a blushy mess so how about a scenario where Sam is on warden duties and you show up to give him a packed lunch of his favourite snacks (and a note which consists of an endearing poem) and he basically tackles you when he gets home into cuddles on the couch?

👀👀👀 just a thought

The first pure fluff! I’m so here for it, this boy needs some love dammit, haha. Enjoy~!

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Sam didn’t fluster easily, especially when he was on the job. He had a dangerous work life, all things considered. Yet there was always one little thing you did that would get him to turn into a blushing mess.

“There’s my warden,” chimes your voice, as you enter the prison. His eyes widen a little, trying not to let himself smile. You wander in, lunchbox in hand. “You forgot something this morning.”

Sam can’t keep the chuckle out of his voice when he responds. “Thanks Y/N,” he says, taking it from you. “That’s what I get for sleeping in a little.”

You smile back at him, pecking him on the cheek despite his request that you keep your relationship lowkey while he was working. “God forbid I visit you at your job,” you joke. “Anyway, I gotta get back, but I’ll see you after your shift Sammy. Bye!” And with that you’re gone.

Sam inhales sharply, trying to stop steam from pouring out his mask. He quickly takes his lunch into his office so he’s out of sight. He’ll have to add that to the list of things you maybe shouldn’t do while he’s on shift. You never fully understood how that little nickname got under his skin so bad, but boy did it make him weak in the knees.

Once he’d finally calmed down he opens the lunch you’d brought for him, removing his mask to eat. The first thing he notices is the little note, neatly folded on top. He unfolded it carefully, reading the sweet poem you had written for him. 

“His beautiful smile the sweet look in his eyes he’s a daydream come to life. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. He’s my safe place to hide, on lonely nights.”

His heart felt light, a warmth blooming in his chest at your sweet words. Just beneath the note was his all time favorite snack that you had baked for him. It was then he realized, yes, tonight was going to be an early end to his shift. He wasn’t waiting a second longer than he had to just to see you again.

The rest of his day flew by, his thoughts preoccupied with seeing you again. Quackity even commented that he sounded more chipper than normal, something uncommon when the shorter man came to visit Dream. Sam did his best to blow the comment off, but he refused to deny his excitement when he left the prison that day.

You heard the door open to your shared home and barely had time to greet Sam before he took you up in his arms, spinning you as he held you tight. You giggle at him as he showered you in kisses.

“Hey! Hey! Sammy!” You laugh as he stops briefly. “What’s all this about huh?”

“I was just really excited to see you sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I missed you.”