#Disney bedding & sheet sets

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with a little pixie dust | mk.l

It’s just a little faith and trust, and with a little pixie dust, your wildest dreams will be yours.

SYNOPSIS. There are so many ways your friend group could have chosen to celebrate your graduation from university but they chose the one way that fit their childlike antics most of all–going to Disneyland. With all the screams of joy and laughter filing the atmosphere, you see why people call it The Happiest Place on Earth. It’s where magic comes alive, hearts soar to the skies, and where dreams come true. With your dream job already lined up for you once you get back from this vacation, you wonder if your last and wildest fantasy–the one that carries Mark Lee endearingly close to your heart–will take flight. (But don’t worry; your best friends, with a little help of pixie dust, are determined to make it come alive by the end of night.)

GENRE. Fluff, Comedy, Best friends-to-lovers!AU, Theme Park!AU, Disneyland!AU, meddling/matchmaking friend group, all the romantic tropes that come with a theme park setting

WORD COUNT. 11.9k

WARNINGS. a lot of Disney references (movies, songs, parks, etc.), profanity, food/drink consumption, theme park rides, nothing too crazy tbh

PLAYLIST. 200 - Mark | Popcorn - D.O. | Dreams Come True - NCT 127 | Angel Eyes - NCT 127 | Fireflies - NCT Dream | Amusement Park - Baekhyun | Candy - Baekhyun | Sh-Boom - The Chords

PARK ANNOUNCEMENTS. I understand that not everyone has been to Disneyland. Because I want to paint the perfect picture in your head as you read through the fic, each scene will be titled with the land/area they are in and a picture of the land/area will be hyperlinked with a visual. It's unnecessary to click them but it would be a lil helpful! <3 DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work.

Your graduation commencement came and went. The spectacle flew by so slowly but so quickly at the same time. You can’t exactly describe how you’re feeling now that you’ve graduated–relief is mixed in with panic, happiness mixed with dread. It’s a jumble of emotions you can’t quite comprehend but alas, that is the wonder of adulthood.

The happiest takeaway from your college experience is not the expensive degree you earned but the special friends you made. Karina was the first friend you made in college because she was your roommate. She introduced you to her high school friend, Jeno, who then dragged you two to the ginormous welcome event. It was there you met Donghyuck and last but definitely not least, Mark Lee. 

The other two boys were attractive, yes, but there was something about Mark that drew you to him. Donghyuck talked as much as him, sure, and Jeno’s attractiveness was on another level than Mark’s but that boy immediately caught your attention. Maybe it was the way he spoke and never completed a thought or the way he’d laugh so unabashedly, losing all control of his body that got to you. He was so incredibly endearing that your heart just claimed him.  Years later, when the friendship is stronger than ever, that beating muscle in your chest refuses to let Mark go. 

One morning the summer after graduation, you wake up in a hotel room with an alarm blaring at 6:00am. You roll over and groan, blindly reaching to stop the device. Karina is rustling inside the sheets next to you, hoping the noise will go away. Jeno and Donghyuck are on the other bed snoring up a storm. Mark, on the other hand, rolls uncomfortably on the pull-out couch. 

On normal days, the alarm set for six in the morning would be a sin but today is not a regular day. It is the day your group saved up for. 

The five of you, with your similar interests in movies and theme parks, wanted to go to Disneyland together for years. After graduation, you finally had the money and freedom for it. 

Your hypothetical plan finally made it out of the group chat—that is your driving force to get up. While doing so, you hit Karina’s side and she grumbles in response. The two of you agreed you’d wake up earlier since it would take you longer to get ready. The guys, however, could sleep in. 

As you quietly pass by the couch, Mark asks, “Is it time to get up already?” He must’ve heard the shuffling. There's darkness under his eyes. You can tell he didn’t sleep well last night. On top of his eyes struggling to open up, his voice sounds incredibly hoarse and filled with fatigue.

“No,” you answer, patting his messy head of brown hair. His body reacts positively to your touch, eyes closed and neck stretching to meet your touch. He releases a relaxed sigh as your fingers card through his thick strands. 

Lowering yourself to his level, you continue to play with his hair. “Sleep well last night?”

“Nah, not really, like dude, this shit really isn’t comfortable,” he complains with a deep exhale, “but I volunteered to take the couch so…”

“Move to mine,” you tell him, gesturing to the unmade bed. You hear the water running and figure that Karina jumped into the shower to help wake herself up. “Try to get a little more sleep, I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

Too tired to fight back, Mark languidly moves towards the bed. Once close enough, his body drops onto the mattress and he wiggles his way under the covers. You watch him until his breathing evens out. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep; after all, he did most of the driving on your road trip down to Southern California. Satisfied, you move to start your morning hotel routine. 

The fresh smell of coffee hits you as you do your skin care, apply your makeup, and brush your teeth. Karina’s done in the bathroom shortly after and you claim it to change into your outfit of the day. When the final touches of your look are finished, forty minutes have passed and it’s time to wake up the rest. 

You wake Jeno first because he’s the easiest and whisper that there’s fresh coffee waiting for him. Donghyuck throws a bit of a fit when you shake him awake, stuffing his face in his pillow. He gets up after a few threats from Karina, whining over how mean she is to him. 

Part of you wants to let Mark rest for a little bit longer, especially after knowing how exhausted he is. There’s the option of letting the other three go first while you wait for Mark to wake up naturally. The other half of you, however, thinks about two things: how much money you all spent getting these tickets and how you promised each other to be at Disneyland from open to close to make your splurge worth it. Being Mark’s best friend, you know how disappointed the guy would be if you stayed behind with him. So with no choice left, you wake him up.

You do so gently, your hand immediately going back to his unruly hair. You comb back his bangs and hold them in place. “Mark, it’s your turn now, everyone else is almost ready.”

As soon as he hears your voice, he stirs. Mark blinks the sleep away, and suddenly, you are the first thing he sees. With you sitting on the bed next to him and your hand still in his hair, Mark thinks he’s still dreaming. “Hmmm?”

“It’s your turn, Spidey,” you say, taking a sip of coffee. “We’re all ready.”

He buries his head in your lap for just a second, wanting to keep this little moment with him a little longer. 

“Okay,” he finally says a minute later, before slipping out of bed. 

Karina claims her rightful place next to you on your shared bed, still warm from Mark’s little nap. She shoots you a look and you ignore her knowing stare. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” she challenges you, perfectly drawn eyebrows raised in question.

“That,” you gesture to her face.

“Oh, you mean the look I’m giving you when you share a little cute moment with your best friend who is most definitely more than a best friend, fine,  I won’t do that,” Karina pretends to give up, her hands raised in surrender.

You shush her at once, looking over to the boys that are currently fighting over the sink. Mark’s already dressed in some black cargo pants and an oversized Spider-Man shirt. He’s in the midst of styling his hair, struggling with one strand that will not stay in place. You hear his frustrated huffs and puffs while Jeno and Haechan chuckle at his antics. 

“Does my baby need help?” Donghyuck teases, reaching for Mark’s hair. 

“Yo, dude, no, stop! You’re gonna mess it up!” Mark shouts, backing away from him. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

“But you can’t do it on your own, my sweet baby, I’ll help you,” Donghyuck continues with the bit.

You remove yourself from Karina’s conversation and break the two idiots up. 

“C’mere,” you gesture towards Mark. 

He instantly comes to you, dipping his head down to your level as you lean against a piece of furniture. Your fingertips curl that one strand just the way he likes it, framing his forehead, and smile when it’s all finished. So focused on his hair, you almost don’t notice how close his face is to yours. Your breath hitches and you lean back to create more distance. 

Removing your hand from his hair, you smooth the non-existent wrinkles on his baggy tee.“There you go, not hard at all.”

“Right,” he murmurs back, body frozen in place but his large, pretty eyes still aimed at you. 

You clear your throat. “I, um, need to–”

“Oh yeah no, sorry,” he stumbles over his words, moving so you can get through. You shuffle past him, pretending to do a last minute check of your crossbody bag. His stare lingers on you as you fuss over your belongings and put on your Mickey ears.

You try to shake away your thoughts but Karina won’t let you. She slides up to you with a playful smile. “Not even eight in the morning and you’ve already had two little moments. When’s number three happening?”

“In your wildest dreams,” you snap back with a hiss, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Wanting to avoid the conversation from moving further, you open the door. “Let’s move, slowpokes, we gotta go!”

“Or yours,” Karina takes the last word as she exits the room. 

You can’t argue with your roommate because she’s right. You've been wanting to be with Mark and calling him yours since your first year. Yes, there were times in the past when it seemed like he wanted the same–moments just like the two you just shared–but nothing was explicitly said or done. Feelings were left unsaid. They lingered in the air until the romantic vibe fizzled out and the moment ended.  To love and be loved by Mark Lee is your wildest dream. It’s the one you’re sure will never come true. However, there’s a sort of magic in the air in Disneyland–a magic that will make even the impossible possible. You wonder if that bit of magic will apply to you, too.

✨ TOMORROWLAND

7:45am arrives and your friends are following you like little ducklings following their mother. Without you, they would be lost causes. 

It’s not your first time in the parks so naturally, you are the one who takes charge. You have all the tickets on your phone, scanning them one by one at the main entrance gate as your friends go through the turnstiles. They wait patiently until you are the last one through the gate. 

Karina holds your hand, giggling as you stroll through Main Street, happily taking in the sights and sounds of Disneyland. Mark, Jeno, and Donghyuck are behind you, phones out to capture anything and everything in sight. You hear them excitedly discussing the map, mentioning things that they want to do, and you mentally take note of them all. 

At exactly 8am, the ropes held by the cast members drop, signaling the official opening of the park. You quickly lead your friends towards the right of the famous castle and fight your way into Tomorrowland for Space Mountain. As one of the most popular attractions, it’s not so bad in the mornings when you’re one of the firsts in line. Jeno mentioned this ride in the past and you are determined to get him on it. 

The crowd is packed like sardines and Karina links her arm through yours as people shove their way through. Amidst the craziness, someone grabs hold of your free hand from behind. From the way his hand fits in yours, you can tell exactly who it is. Jeno’s hand is much larger than this one and it’s a lot rougher than Donghyuck. 

You turn your head to see Mark who asks you a question with a simple look. He knows you’re not too fond of crowds and is using this silent exchange as a check-up. You appreciate the gesture, much like how you appreciate every other way Mark looks out for you, and reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. You’ve frequented the park many times over the years so despite the mass of people, you know the theme park like the back of your hand. Mark returns the action and brushes his thumb against your knuckles. He doesn’t let go as the crowd dissipates into the ride queue and you don’t mind that at all.

As much as you love this dark roller coaster, you partially dread going on the ride, or any ride for that matter. The uneven number in your group guarantees that one person will be a single rider throughout the day and you are certain that will be you.  Jeno and Karina have been dating for a while now, so it makes sense that they ride together. Even with Mark’s hand still in yours, you’re certain he’ll sit with Donghyuck. When it comes to Mark, Donghyuck loves to cling to his best friend, no matter how annoyed the older one gets. It’s their thing and has been since childhood so who are you to get in the way of that? 

The wait goes by quickly, especially with the entertaining debates your friend group comes up with while queued up. It takes your group a mere thirty minutes to get to the front of the line. Once assigned your rows, you wiggle your hand out of Mark’s grip and silently move toward the last gate to make room for Donghyuck.  

“Wait, where are you going?” Mark masks his hurt with a confused tone.

“To the back,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Oh,” his tone drops and you can barely hear him through the echoing sounds of the ride. “I thought–”

“Huh?” you shout from the back row.

Seeing you in the last row, Donghyuck pauses for a second as if contemplating on where to go. “Wait. Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? Are you saying I can’t be here?”

“No. You’re supposed to be–” Your mischievous friend is cut off by the gates opening and the employees instructing you to enter and lower your lap bars. You do what they say and Donghyuck sighs before moving to sit with Mark.

You notice the frustrated look on Donghyuck’s face and an exasperated one on Mark’s but it’s too loud in the room to hear whatever serious thing they’re discussing. You try to lean in closer to catch a glimpse of their conversation but by the time the safety checks are done, you’re launched into darkness at a high speed with the ride soundtrack and Mark’s screams of terror filling your ears.

The ride ends quickly and you all rush to find your photo. Everyone in your vehicle looks like they enjoyed the ride minus Mark, who hid his handsome face in Donghyuck’s arm. The green-eyed monster makes a short appearance in your mind and you wonder how it would’ve been if you stayed with Mark. Would he cling onto you like that too, with his arm looped through yours and his face buried in your neck?

“Why didn’t you tell me this was a roller coaster?” Mark whines as you take a picture of the screen. You immediately send it to your group chat and Giselle, the one person missing on this trip, reacts to it right away.

“Because I knew you’d try to get out of it, you scaredy cat.” 

“Rude,” he scoffs, clinging onto you as you lead them to a breakfast spot. 

“Spidey, it’s really not that bad.”

“Yeah, says the thrill seeker,” Mark pouts at you, which makes you pinch his cheek. It’s not as soft as it used to be, his baby fat from your first year long gone. It’s replaced by the prominent bone structure that only highlights the features that you secretly want to kiss. “Warn a guy next time.”

“Okay, okay but you still did it! I’m proud of you!”

“Yeah but…” His voice trails off.

“But?” You echo, wondering what Mark wants to say.

He looks shyly at you, a faint redness painting his skin, “Can you sit by me next time?” He asks because you make him feel brave even when he isn’t. 

Mark’s timid request has you grinning from ear to ear and your heart beating faster than any roller coaster you’ve been on. Your best friend is expecting an answer, you can tell by his teeth sinking into his thin bottom lip and brown boba eyes widening with each second. 

“I mean, you know, like, sitting with Hyuck is cool,” Mark stutters when you don’t answer, trying to explain himself, “but I’d–well, I thought you were gonna sit next to me?” His voice raises at the end due to nervousness and you can’t help but giggle. 

“You mean, you were gonna leave poor Hyuck all alone?” you poke fun at him.

Mark deadpans, “He’d survive on his own.”

“I mean, I’ve been here before and it’s everyone else’s first time. I’m okay riding by myself,” you push back with a frown, trying to convince Mark and yourself for that matter, “I just want to make sure everyone is having a good time.”

“I get that but–”

“We’re here!” you cut him off, stopping in front of a quick-service restaurant. You gesture to the door and the others go inside. 

Donghyuck, Jeno, and Karina make their way in. You move to follow them but Mark stops you with a hand to your wrist. He hesitates, his mouth opening and closing, and you patiently wait for what he needs to express. The boy lets out a long exhale. 

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that riding with Hyuck is fun and all but I…” He pauses again. Mark has this habit of not finishing a full thought and you think this is one of those times. Despite that, you listen attentively. “I want you to be my ride partner today, okay?”

And again, your heart shoots to the moon. Its fuel is the adrenaline that runs through your veins as you process his words. A hint of a smile begins to peak out as Mark fuses in front of you.

“I mean, like, I’ve been to theme parks with Hyuck since we were kids, I’m not missing much with that and I just–I kinda–you know–want to experience things with you today.”

The way he confesses this, like every other thing Mark does, is adorable. You hope your forgetful brain will store this memory along with the rest of your core ones. He’s about to go off on another rant, you can tell by the small puffs of breath he takes and the redness that’s flushing his ears, so you end it before it starts. 

You cup a hand over his cheek to stop him from going even further and your fingers sense his rapidly beating pulse. “Okay,” you reply softly. 

That one word alone has Mark’s expression changing from an unsure one to the brightest face you’ve seen him make all morning. He rivals the sparkles on top of the castle and the bright sun that’s shining over you. 

“Really?” He perks up.

“Yeah,” you giggle at his change in mood, “now let’s get some food in you, Spidey boy.”

✨ THE CASTLE

“Get out, Hyuck! Why are you like this?” Karina yells from her spot beside Jeno, clearly frustrated with your friend. 

Karina and Jeno stand at the side of the castle, far enough from the crowds but close enough to still get their picture with the iconic landmark. Donghyuck is just out of frame, ready to jump in to ruin whatever adorable shot the couple is trying to take. It doesn’t really matter since you’re continuously snapping away on Karina’s phone. Knowing those two, more than one picture will turn out beautiful. Looking at them, how could they not?

“Because you’re taking too damn long and I want pictures too!”

“You already got yours!” Completely used to their bickering, you shake your head behind the camera.

She’s right. You’ve already taken everyone’s solo pictures at this picturesque spot–Karina taking the longest–and now there were requests for group or partner shots. Jeno, being the perfect Instagram boyfriend, helped take the shots of you and your girl best friend with no pointers needed. You thought you were almost done with this photoshoot but you guessed wrong.

“Not with Mark though!” Donghyuck shouts back, pulling Mark to his side.

“Yo, wait, what?” Mark squeaks.

“You got good enough shots, so move!” Donghyuck has no shame when shoving the resident couple away and dragging Mark to the exact place they stood. You shoot Karina an apologetic look, handing her phone back, right before you grab hold of Donghyuck’s device.

The younger of the duo, as affectionate as he is, has no problem hugging Mark tightly for a picture. Mark sighs but goes with it without much of a fight. You take pictures of Donghyuck hugging Mark from behind, clinging onto the older’s arm, forcing him into making a heart and standing back-to-back. As this goes on for several minutes, you endlessly snap pictures, not even looking at the screen anymore. While doing so, you miss the hushed conversation that happens at the other end of the camera. 

“Why am I doing this with you?” Mark hisses in between a grin. His arm around Donghyuck tightens and the younger one almost chokes at the sudden attack. “Are we done yet?”

“Why? Is there someone else you want to take pictures with?”

“Shut up.”

“I will not,” Donghyuck whispers under his breath, wiggling out of Mark’s grip. His volume raises as he announces, “Mark, catch me!” With that, the mischievous kid jumps onto Mark’s back and the elder of the duo has no choice but to do what he says.

Mark groans, “Why are you so annoying?”

“I will continue to be annoying until you man up,” Donghyuck nuzzles his forehead into Mark’s hair with a smirk. “I could keep this going or–”

With that, Mark lets go of his friend’s thighs and Donghyuck slides down with a helpless yelp. The boy is dramatic while dropping to the ground but Mark pays little attention to the action. Instead, he smiles shyly at you.

You raise an eyebrow at the duo’s suspicious actions. “Are you guys good or can we move on now?”

“I–um, actually–” He’s stuttering over his words more than usual, a red tainting his normal skin tone. You know he’s embarrassed but you can’t figure out what’s making him feel this way. The chaotic duo is up to their usual antics of Donghyuck being irritatingly touchy and Mark slowly losing his patience with it all so there’s no visible variable in your eyes. So, what’s the difference in this situation?

“What’s up?” When he doesn’t answer right away, you take that as a sign to keep moving. You turn your body away from him, adjust the straps of your bag to feel more comfortable, and get ready to move on. The park app on your phone is open to all the current wait times and you note that Fantasyland has low numbers, determining the most logical choice for your next destination. 

You open your mouth, preparing to spill out your plan to explore Fantasyland when Mark’s feeble voice breaks the silence. 

You don’t quite hear him the first time, leaning towards him in hopes that will help you focus on his voice alone. The excitement around the area only increases when the park marching band makes their way to the center of the castle for their afternoon set. Mark huffs in frustration when you fail to hear him for the second time. 

But as they say, the third time’s always the charm.

“Take a picture with me!” he yells when the band goes silent. The flush on his face increases tenfold and you almost coo at how flustered he is. His eyes were wide, almost begging for you to grant his request. His ears match the color of his Spider-Man plush hanging on the belt loop of his bottoms. 

Wanting to tease him a little more, you say, “We already took a group picture, Marky.”

You hold back your laugh when his hand goes back to fumble with his hair. He muses it, the strands now messy, making him look even more endearing than ever. 

“Yeah but–you know what I mean,” Mark’s voice drops at the end, his lips forming a pout. How desperately you want to peck his cheeks but you refrained, still scared of crossing that line. His brows furrowed. “You know what, never mind, dude, let’s go.”

Just as he began to walk away, you tugged him back into place. “I know what you meant, Spidey, I just wanted to mess with you.”

“You’re so mean to me,” he sulks and your fingers reach out to pinch his cheeks. It’s not quite a kiss but it’s close enough. 

You run your fingers through his messy hair, quickly fixing it and Mark just lets you, enjoying the little touches you are so willing to give.

“Hyuckie, can you please?” Donghyuck knows exactly what you’re asking of him, taking the phone out of your hands. He sets your phone to 0.5, bends down to get a better angle, and begins to snap away. All the while, you and Mark are a bit awkwardly standing side-by-side for the pictures. Your bodies are stiff--his hand is barely around your waist while his other hand is holding up a peace sign. You copy his pose, your fingers automatically making a V. 

“You guys,” Donghyuck sighs, grabbing the attention of Karina and Jeno, “at least act like you’re having fun with these pics. We’re at fucking Disneyland right now.” 

Karina laughs at how hopeless the two of you are. She takes pity on you and jumps in to give directions on how to improve your poses. “Mark, if you can just tighten your grip around her waist–”

Mark gulps, his nerves at an all-time high. Your best friend underestimates his own strength as he does what he is told. It happens a little too abruptly and you’re suddenly lurching into his body. Your head lightly hits his chest and you place a hand on the spot to create a little distance. He immediately fusses over you, looking down to check if you’re okay and it turns you into a giggling mess. 

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” you reassure Mark with a bright smile on your face.

Once he notices that you are nothing but smiles, the curve of Mark’s pretty mouth matches yours. It brightens his handsome face so much that it matches the glitter found at the castle tops. You take a mental picture of the face he makes, eyes and nose scrunched up with happiness, and the golden glow of the summer sun illuminating his beaming aura. 

Mark shakes his head and chuckles, pulling you into a hug. You sink into his hold, your chin perching on his shoulder. 

In your mind, Mark Lee is your (awkward) Prince Charming. While you stand together by the castle, you cherish every second he makes you feel like royalty.  He rocks you for a couple of seconds, swaying to the song playing in his head, and then pulls away. His stare, however, never leaves yours. You don’t dare break the connection. Your eyes curve up into little crescent moons and your hands drift back down to his chest. You feel the slight heaving from his laughter and it makes you giggle even more. 

“Stop laughing at me,” he says with a smile.

“Never,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

The two of you are so caught up in your little moment, that you forget that your friends have phones in their hands, documenting everything that just occurred. 

“Oh, that one’s cute,” Karina says, snapping the two out of your shared reverie. Jeno and Donhyuck’s heads peak over her shoulders to look at the picture she’s talking about and they hum in reply. Then, she lifts up the phone to your eye level. You and Mark lean forward to take a closer look but the boy refuses to let go of you as you scroll through the selection.

Your finger swipes through what feels like thousands of photos before landing on one that catches your eye. In the photo, you’re so consumed in your laughter, lids closed happily and your dazzling smile half-covered by your hand. Mark holds you in his arms, fondly looking at you with sparkling eyes.

You stare at it a little too long, taking in the way he looks at you. You steal a glance at him and he’s wearing that same soft smile as he scans the photo. It made you wonder if your best friend always looked at you that way. You wonder if this was your first time making note of it. 

You pull yourself out of it, knowing that if you ruminate on it anymore, you'll sink into a deep neverending ocean. Your finger taps the bottom of the screen and the heart fills up, adding the picture to your favorite album. You just know this is a picture that had to be included in your photo dump.

“I like this one,” you muster out, fighting the urge to make eye contact with him.

You feel a squeeze around your waist, one that lingers for a moment, and hear him whisper, “I like this one too.”

Mark says it with certainty and with a hint of longing like there’s a deeper meaning behind his words. 

There is, of course, a message buried in his words. Mark likes how it’s just the two of you in the picture. He likes how it encapsulates how happy the two of you are in each other’s company. He likes it because it shows how in love with you he is. Mark especially likes it because it has you in it.

Mark Lee likes–no, loves–anything with you in it.

Mark loves you. 

Point blank.

Mark loves you.

And Mark hopes that by the end of the night in this magical place, where anything can happen, he can gather enough faith and trust in himself to tell you how he truly feels.

✨ FANTASYLAND

While strolling through Fantasyland, where all things fairy tales come to life, you make a pit stop at a store filled with costumes for princes and princesses. Your friends were amazed to see that deeper into the store, there was a salon that catered especially to children. All the kids sitting in the salon chairs were beaming with excitement as they got their hair and makeup done while dressed up as their favorite characters.

Karina coos as a little princess dressed as Rapunzel passed by her. She ran her fingers through the skirt ends of the costumes, admiring all the different dresses, while the boys immediately reached for the plastic weapons and shields. You hear their dramatic noises as Donghyuck stabs Jeno with a sword. Mark’s familiar laughter bounces off the walls as the fight continues, his hand shakily recording the ridiculous exchange.

“What is this place?” Karina asks curiously, turning to you for an answer. You knew she would love this place–the girl, although people perceived her as a tough girl, loved anything that had to do with princesses. 

There’s a sparkle in her eye, which only brightens when she approaches the section belonging to her favorite princess. Karina grabs hold of a pretty character headband, removing the one that’s on her head and tries on the new one. She spins to face you, silently asking if it looks good on her, and you nod enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up. 

“Welcome to the Bippity Boppity Boutique,” you reply happily. Pointing to the cast members working on their guests, you continued, “They’re called Fairy Godmothers in Training. They help the kiddos with their makeovers.”

“Have you done it before?” Mark pops up out of nowhere, a little out of breath from the play fighting he did with the other two. He must’ve joined in the little spar after taking some pictures.

“Yeah, when I was little. I was Cinderella,” you laugh, remembering how pleased you were to be in the chair. You remind yourself to look for those photos; it’s been a while since you’ve seen them. “Can’t do it now as an adult though. Sorry, Rina.”

“Then why’d you bring me here?” She pouts at that, “To torture me? That’s mean. There goes my dream of being a princess.”

Mark bites back a chuckle at her bitter response and Karina has no trouble slapping his shoulder to shut him up. You choose to ignore the childish exchange.

“Well,” you start to say, inching towards the counter where a cast member eyes you curiously. “We can’t get full makeovers but we can get pixie dusted.”

“Pixie dusted?” Mark echoes, tilting his head in confusion. Your fingers twitch and you fight the urge to pet his head.

“The fairy godmothers have wands with them and they basically sprinkle glitter on top of your head while you make a wish. It’s really cute!”

The light in Karina’s eyes glows even brighter than before. “Really? Oh my god, can I do it?!” she asks, bouncing on the heels of her feet. 

“I knew you’d like it,” you giggle.

“Babe!” She calls Jeno over. 

His head pops up over a display, resembling a puppy hopping out of a hole they just dug. “Yeah?”

“Get pixie dusted with me,” Karina requests, reaching out for him with her wiggling fingers. 

Jeno quickly sets down the toys he was playing with, leaving a whining Donghyuck behind, and follows his girlfriend’s lead blindly. 

You and Mark watch them silently, both with smiles on your faces, as the couple holds hands and closes their eyes. The worker mumbles a little spiel as she taps her wand, the glitter raining down on their heads. Your camera is at the ready, finger holding down on the burst button for this special moment, capturing Karina’s tiny squeals and Jeno’s chuckles as the pixie dust settles in their hair and on their skin. 

“Anyone else?” The Fairy Godmother in Training asks politely, looking at you expectantly.

Mark nudges your side. “You gonna do it?”

“Of course. I’ll never pass up getting pixie dusted,” you say matter-of-factly, stepping forward.

“I want to do it, too,” Mark proclaims, stepping with you.

You laugh and warn him, “You wanna deal with glitter in your hair? It’s going to stay there for days.”

He shrugs, “They grant wishes, right? Maybe I need mine to come true.”

“Oh, yeah? And what wish is that, Spidey?”

He holds a slender figure to his lips. “If I tell you, then it definitely won’t come true. And I need all the help I can get with this one.”

You eye him suspiciously and when he doesn’t give it up, you sigh in defeat. Preparing yourself for the glitter, you bow your head down and close your eyes with your fingers linked together in the tightest hold. Your best friend nudges his forehead against yours and you let out a surprised giggle.

Just like Mark said he needs all the help he can get. He isn’t wishing for any regular thing. He wishes for something more precious than that–your heart. 

Sure, this is most likely playing make-believe but Mark Lee wants to believe in it. Maybe this is the little bit of magic he needs. Some might say he’s too old for this sort of thing but he wants to believe in fairy godmothers. He wants to believe in the shiny powder that they call pixie dust. He wants to believe in the magic that you do.

So when the glitter pours down on him, Mark shuts his eyes tightly and grips your hands with all his might. 

Mark wishes for your wish to come true,

Mark wishes for your happiness.

But most of all, Mark wishes to be yours.

Your next stop is quite the staple in the park and it’s a must-do on your list. Luckily, they all agree with you and suddenly, you are in line for the iconic teacups. For the summer, the wait isn’t too long–a mere fifteen minutes before it’s your group’s loading time. Before getting on the ride, the five of you decide to break into two groups instead of all squeezing into one tiny spice.

In their excitement, Karina and Donghyuck rush to claim a vehicle. Donghyuck lightly shoves Karina’s side when he realizes they are both aiming for the same cup, causing her to lose her balance. She groans once he hops into the pink teacup with hearts decorating the sides and scurries to grab another pink cup. 

“Why are you two like this?” You shout after them, shaking your head.

“When are we not like this?” Hyuck shouts back, his arms already spread across the rim of the cup. He calls you to join him and you do, closely followed by Mark.

Once you are seated and the door to the vehicle is closed, Donghyuck’s expression changes. “We need to spin this baby as fast as we can and we need to last longer than”–he sends a playful glare towards Jeno, whose hands are already resting on the wheel–“them.”

“Oh god, not this shit again,” you roll your eyes. 

The boys have an ongoing competition when it comes to spinning rides like these. Whoever spins for the longest period wins; the losers have to treat the winners to a prize of their choice. In the past, it’s been food, plushies, and anything else you can think of. 

“Can we just be normal for once?” 

“Bubs,” Mark laughs, “when are we ever normal?”

“Touche.”

Donghyuck dramatically drops his hands on the wheel, “Are you ready?”

There’s really no point in this competition. Although Jeno has a stronger build than you, Mark, or Donghyuck, there are only two of them in their cup as opposed to the three of you. There’s a clear winner. Despite that, you copy your mischievous friend’s actions,  a smile breaking through your unamused facade. “Alright, Hyuck.”

The spiel is blasted over the speakers, the music begins, and off you all go. Laughter surrounds you as the ride begins to spin. Your hands speedily make work and giggles spill out of your mouth when your hands pile on top of Donghyuck. Your friend matches your enthusiasm, his face crinkled in concentration as he turns the wheel, his whole body moving along with the teacup. You steal a glance at Jeno and Karina; seeing them only fueled your competitiveness and motivation to win this useless contest.

Mark, on the other hand, did not add to the spinning. He just watches his best friends, phone in hand. The device captures the most candid moments of you—smile wide enough to hear your laughter through the screen, hair flying in the wind, hands either gripping the wheel or Donghyuck when the cup goes a little too fast. 

Mark snaps a picture of you and Donghyuck cackling, bodies thrown over each other in the height of their fun. Even when your gorgeous smile is aimed at his best friend and not him, jealousy isn’t coursing through his veins. A warm feeling does instead—Mark just loves to see you happy.

He captures one last picture of you, your bright grin shining at him, and your hand reaching towards his camera. If someone were to play that Live Photo back, they would hear the giggles living in your voice as you call Mark’s name to join in on the fun.

This picture is the one he saves in his favorites folder and of course, in his heart.

✨ AVENGERS CAMPUS

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” you ask Mark although the answer is obvious. Ever since you got in line, the boy beside you fidgeted with anything and everything possible. When he wasn’t playing with the keychains on your bag, he messed with the drawstrings of his cargo pants. He had a hard time staying still.

“No one asked you, Bubs," Mark hisses. His voice softens a moment later when he apologizes for snapping. The fussiness he exhibits is adorable in all kinds of ways and you fight the urge to mess with his hair in the meantime. You know it would only make him feel worse.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” you reassure him as the people in front of you step forward. “It’s not every day you meet your childhood hero.”

“Isn’t this–I don’t know–a bit childish of me to feel like this? I mean, it’s just a guy in a suit.” 

“Hey,” you say, hating the way your best friend tried to bring himself down, “we’re here to let our inner child out. If you’re nervous or excited or whatever you’re feeling, just feel it.”

Mark sighs as the line moves again. “Right. You’re right.”

You laugh, ruffling his hair, “Aren’t I always?”

The boy groans, fingers immediately rising to fix his fringe. “Don’t mess it up, dude, it’s almost my turn.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips instead of an apology. You’re so fond of him. “You’re too cute.”

His cheeks flush with a bright red which only increases his cuteness factor. Mark, flustered as ever, opens his mouth to ask what you mean by that. His sentence is interrupted by the character attendant calling for the next person in line. Your best friend’s nerves are at an all-time high at this point and he looks to you for support.

You shake your head negatively and gesture to the phone in your hand. “This is all you, I have to take your pics!”

Mark sticks his tongue at you in retaliation before taking a deep breath. He approaches the awaiting figure with a cautiousness you’ve never seen from him. But with all due respect, Spider-Man is standing right there in front of him. If your favorite comic book and superhero character of all time stood in front of you, you’d probably react the same way. 

“H-hey,” Mark stutters out. You stifle a laugh as you snap the first picture of Mark and Spider-Man shaking hands.

“Hey, man, what’s your name?” Spider-Man greets enthusiastically. He gestures to Mark’s Spider-Man shirt, “Love the shirt.”

“It’s Mark,” he manages to say, “I’m a big fan. We just went on your ride and it was so cool.” Mark gestures to the building behind them, which housed the ride. It was an interactive ride that tasked the riders to help Spider-Man save the Avengers-themed area by shooting webs with motion-tracking technology. “My arm’s kinda tired though, I don’t think I could shoot webs like you.”

His rambling comment makes Spider-Man chuckle, his voice muffled through the red mask. “Yeah, I guess slinging webs isn’t for everyone. But hey, maybe if you train more, and go on the ride a few more times, you’ll be just as good as I am. We’re always looking to recruit new members to the team. You look like you’d be a great addition.”

Mark’s eyes glow with delight as the actor continues to shower him with compliments. “Yo, wait, that’d be so cool!”

“Should I show you some poses to start off with?” Spider-Man excitedly suggests. Mark easily complies and happily follows all the instructions the superhero gives him. While doing so, they stare right into your camera and you snap several photos of each pose. 

The joy radiating off of Mark’s face is enough to make your heart soar to a new height. The merriment he and your other friends exhibit as they make their way through the park is why you keep coming back. Disneyland brings everyone’s happiest self out and you will never grow tired of seeing people’s youthfulness shine through. 

“Got ‘em!” you shout from your place, giving the duo a thumbs up. 

You laugh as both of them return the thumbs up with a lightning-quick speed. Many people pointed out Mark’s speedy reactions, calling them his Spidey senses. Seeing Mark stand tall right next to Spider-Man himself, reacting the same way the character does, makes the term all the more fitting for your friend.

“Hey, you wanna jump in with us for a picture, too?” Spider-Man calls out to you. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, not expecting that at all. Your sole goal was to take Mark’s picture with his hero.  The thought of you joining in for a picture didn’t even cross your mind. “Sure, why not?” you grin, quickly handing the phone to the attendant on standby.

You swiftly shuffle into position, copying Spider-Man’s iconic pose, as the cast member takes a couple of shots on your phone. They prompt you to pose for the professional camera they have on hand as well and the three of you switch up your poses. The wide smile on your face is identical to Mark’s as the flash goes off. A feeling higher than contentment floods your entire being. You’re happy, incredibly so, to be in this moment with Mark and his hero.

You’re happy.

You see Mark dive right into another rambling burst with the prettiest little sparkle in his eye and you’re in love.

You’re happy and in love with Mark. 

Standing by for just a second, you see Spider-Man turn to you and nod his head in acknowledgment. Wordlessly, you open your arms to ask for a hug and the character accepts. “Thank you for making my Spidey’s day,” you whisper as Spider-Man squishes you to his side. “It means a lot to us.”

The actor catches onto the nickname and comments, “He’s your hero, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s my everything,” you confess under your breath and your face immediately heats up upon realizing what you said to a complete stranger.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” 

The moment passes so quickly, that Mark doesn’t even grasp that two of his favorite people held their own side conversation. You give Spider-Man one last wave, retreat back to the attendant who hands you your phone, and stand off to the side to swipe through the pictures. Mark stops his little rant to watch you with a slight tilt of his mouth.

“She’s a good one,” Spider-Man brings Mark out of his thoughts, “We could use a recruit like her too.”

“She’s really special,” Mark lets out a fond laugh as you happily show your friends the pictures you’ve captured. “She’s my MJ, man.”

The character beside him laughs, not out of ridicule, but because of the similarities the two of you share. “Does she know that?” 

“Nah,” Mark’s hair ruffles with the breeze as he shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“Better let her know soon then,” he pats Mark on the back, gently pushing him in your direction. “And don’t let her go once you have her,” his hero adds as an afterthought. 

Mark turns back to give Spider-Man one last smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Mark Lee doesn’t have you in the way that he wants to, at least not yet, but once he does, there is no way he is letting you out of his sight. He may be the one who carries the heroic nickname but you are the one who has caught him in your web of love. Wherever you go, you have his whole heart. 

You are his whole heart. 

How can Mark Lee ever live without his whole heart?

✨ CARSLAND / SH-BOOM

“Hurry up, hurry up!” you call to your exhausted friends, who drag their feet behind you. 

“But we’re tired,” Karina whines as her steps grow heavier. She’s stolen her boyfriend’s hat to beat the heat but has little luck doing so. Jeno, noting this, turns his portable fan to face her. She wearily smiles at him, squeezing the hand conjoined with hers to thank him.

Donghyuck echoes Karina’s sentiments but you ignore their complaints altogether.

There’s no time to slow down, you think, as you make note of the time. The sun is about to set and your group still hasn’t reached the spot you want–no, need–to be in. You understand their exhaustion because you feel the same way but deep down, you know the hustling will be worth their while. 

“You guys, just do what she says,” Mark comes to your defense, giving you a reassuring glance, “I mean, she hasn’t let us down this whole day. I’m sure whatever she’s rushing us for will be worth it.”

You weave and bob through the crowds with ease and your friends fall in line behind you. You pass through the entrance of Avengers Campus and lead them straight into Carsland. A mass of people are gathered at the entrance of the land and you cringe at how packed it is. But upon hearing Donghyuck gasp with excitement, you grin and bear it. In the past, your friend mentioned that Cars was one of his favorite childhood movies. Since you’ve found that out, you’ve gifted him a Lightning McQueen present every year for his birthday.

“Holy shit, bro, I’m in Radiator Springs,” Donghyuck clutches your arm, “This is the best thing ever.”

“Oh, believe me, Hyuckie, it gets even better,” you say, pulling your friend along with you. You giggle at his reactions to every little detail you point out–how everything is built to scale, that all visitors are meant to be cars, how every third blink of the traffic light is slower just like the movie–and his brown eyes widen in childlike wonder.

Once again, Mark stands back as you take care of Donghyuck. He appreciates all the thought you put into this trip–making sure you know everyone’s specific interests and adjusting the day’s itinerary to meet everyone’s wishes. Jeno wanted to get on every thrill ride possible, so you purchased the Lightning Lane express passes to guarantee he had a good time. Karina wanted to feel like a princess, so you took her to the Boutique to get pixie dusted and scheduled time in the Fantasyland area to take as many pictures as she wanted. You spent a bit of time in Avengers Campus so Mark could get the entire Spider-Man experience. And now, you’re expertly guiding Donghyuck through Radiator Springs, equally excited as your friend who’s experiencing everything for the first time.

When everyone else voiced how worn out they were throughout the long summer day, you kept the spirits up and took care of each and every one of them. You may have not outwardly mentioned how spent you were but Mark caught onto the signs. While you were busy tending to each person's wants and needs, Mark found himself taking care of you. You’ve done so much for the group, he wonders what exactly he could do in return.

“Alright, stop right here,” you stop in the middle of the land, granting the group the perfect view of the land, “and face this way.” 

“Why are we stopping? Isn’t the ride right there?” Donghyuck points to the end of the area. “I thought we were heading there.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “there’s something we gotta do first.”

“What’s everyone standing around for?” Jeno asks, hugging Karina from behind. 

The others take a look around to see that a large crowd has formed in this area of the park, all facing the same way. Everyone is eagerly waiting for the same thing you are, their phones propped up in the air. You take another peek at your weather app and it deems it around one minute before sunset. Perfect. 

“Well, my good sir, you are about to find out,” you answer cryptically.

You squeeze Donghyuck’s hand. “You ready, Hyuck?”

“For wha–” His sentence is cut off by the area loop music increasing in volume. Everyone around you cheers as Sh-Boom by The Chords starts to blast through the speakers. “Oh my god.”

The rest of Donghyuck’s sentence is trapped between his teeth as the neon lights, starting from the furthest point of the area, begin to light up. It’s an exact replica of the movie, the lights flickering on with the beat of the old-time music. The bright lights resemble your friends’ expressions, the giddiness of experiencing this iconic moment apparent on their faces. Donghyuck is practically glowing with childlike wonder, bouncing on the balls of his feet. You snap a photo of him as he continues to take it in. Jeno sways Karina back and forth, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist and chin resting on her shoulder as she records the whole thing.

Smiling, you turn to look at Mark whose eyes are solely trained on you. His phone is in hand, aimed in your direction, and you assume he took a picture of the lit-up signs behind you. “Isn’t it so pretty?” you ask, hands gesturing to the entire area.

Mark’s gaze doesn’t falter, doesn’t leave you when he answers, “It’s the prettiest.”

A heat spreads to all parts of your face and body at his flirtatious response. You turn away from him, too embarrassed to meet his soft stare. “It’s one of my favorite times of the day. My family always came here at sunset just to watch it. It’s fun watching everyone’s reactions and seeing people dance to the music, like them”–you point to a dancing couple, the man spinning his partner and the woman laughing gleefully–“I dunno, it just makes me happy.”

“I can see why,” Mark chuckles.

Your gaze lingers on the duo and Mark spots a look of longing in your eyes. Your best friend sees a chance, one as clear as day, and with all the bravado he can muster, Mark takes it. He tugs you towards him and you gasp at the sudden movement.

“What?” you whisper.

Mark sticks out a hand for you to take and bashfully says, “Dance with me.”

“What?” you repeat in shock, eyes dropping from his face to his outstretched hand.

“You heard what I said,” your best friend chuckles, “Dance with me.”

Instead of waiting for a response from you, Mark takes your palm in his and gently places his other hand around your waist. Your breath catches in your throat, anxious eyes meeting his own, and the boy shoots you a reassuring smile. He takes the lead, guiding you through a few swing steps as you dance on the street. You’re a little unfocused through it all, your mind wandering from the warmth of his touch to his unfaltering look. 

“Have you always known how to swing?” you ask as he leads you into a spin.

Mark dances with an ease you don’t expect from his clumsy self. You’re used to his harder, sharper style of dancing he exhibits when you all go out dancing–the lighter style catching you completely off-guard. It makes you fall for your best friend a little more than you already have.

He nods as he catches you in his arms before turning you around again. “Yeah, I learned from watching my parents dance. I only really danced with my mom, though. I guess I was just–” Mark coughs, shaking his head.

“Just what?” You egg him on, wanting to hear what your crush has to say.

“No, never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” you quip.

“Nah, it’s stupid,” Mark tries to dismiss it, distracting you with another spin.

With him being the perfect leader, your sneaker-clad feet move in time with him, following wherever he goes. “Nothing you say is going to be stupid,” you add, squeezing his palm.

You know you’ve won the argument when Mark sighs. He’s so close to you now, you can feel his breath hit your face. There’s a hint of fresh spearmint, coming from the gum you offered him earlier. Any closer and your lips can press right into his, completing the romantic moment that you could only dream about. 

Mark gulps nervously as you look up at him with confusion. The words come tumbling out before he can stop himself from making a fool, “I guess I was just waiting for the right partner.”

There’s more to Mark’s sweet reply than meets the eye. Once again, you burn up at the implications. You shouldn’t assume the meaning behind your crush’s words but something about the way he said it makes you believe that you are the partner he is waiting for. To be deemed worth waiting for is a girl’s deepest fantasy and your heart swells in your chest at the thought of it all.

Despite the rapid thoughts running through your head, the only thing you can spit out is a quiet, “Oh.” 

Mark renders you speechless at the favorite part of the day and in your favorite place in the entire world; he pockets this as a big win. With his warm hand resting at your waist and the other clutching your calm, Mark leads you into a flurry of sequential moves. Never once does he bump into another person in the crowd, he navigates through the small space you’re granted so gracefully. Dancing with him brings you to such a natural high, you feel lighter than air. 

The laughter that spills from your lips fills his heart with joy and as the song reaches its end, the arm at your waist tightens enough to usher you into a dip. As your torso lowers, his body follows your own. He keeps you in this position, his pretty brown eyes glued onto your shaking pupils. He’s so near, that your sight triangulates from his eyes down to his grinning lips. You notice the pink that tickles his skin, from his squishy cheeks to his pierced ears.

As Mark pulls you back up, you circle your arms around his neck and give him the biggest hug in existence. You whisper a light and heartfelt, “thank you,” in his ears and Mark responds by pulling you closer.

While the song that played through the speakers announced, “Life could be a dream,” Mark Lee deems that his life already is. To him, his life is a dream and that’s because you’re in it. 

✨ FIREWORKS

The sun has set and your entire group is tired but the day’s not quite over yet. The five of you are amongst the throng of people seated on the asphalt, bodies splayed in all sorts of configurations. Karina and Jeno are in front of you, whispering happily as they go through all of their pictures together. Donghyuck has no problem taking a nap on the floor, using some plastic bags as his makeshift mattress and Karina’s new plushie as a pillow. Mark, on the other hand, is seated on your right and silently playing a game on his phone. 

The extent of your tiredness didn’t hit until you sat on the floor, a groan leaving your mouth as you fought to find a comfortable position. The ground really isn’t the best place to sit but you have to camp out for the best view of the castle and the fireworks. You find yourself hugging your legs and resting your face on your knees to keep yourself warm. The weather is a lot cooler than it was earlier in the day and the slight breeze has you shivering. 

“You okay?” Mark asks, still looking at his phone.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“You keep moving around like you’re uncomfortable or something,” Mark pauses his game and notices the goosebumps on your skin, “Bubs, are you cold?”

“Yeah, just a little bit but I’ll deal with it.” You leave out the fact that you’re tempted to buy a sweater from a gift shop, just as you do every single time you get cold in the parks. It’s an expensive tradition you need to break. Plus, there’s no more room in your closet for more cozy crewneck sweaters. 

Another quiver runs through your body as the winds blow through the area. Mark frowns as you tighten the grip around your legs. He immediately shrugs off the zip-up he wore, draping it around your curled-up shoulders. The warmth of the fabric combined with the smell of his cologne hits you all at once. 

“Mark, I told you I’m okay,” you pout at him as he gets up from his spot. He stops you from taking it off, his palms firm on your back. “You’re gonna get cold.”

He disagrees, pulling the hood over your head. “Nah, I run hot anyway. I don’t want you to get sick or anything so just leave it on, okay?”

“But–”

“For me?” Mark pushes. He smiles when you pout even further, knowing there’s no way you can beat him in this conversation. “That’s my girl,” he adds, a hand coming to cup the back of your neck. A sudden urge comes over him and before he even places what he's doing, Mark plants a tiny kiss on the top of your head. You feel the slight pressure of his lips between the fabric and your head is reeling the second he pulls back.

“I’ll be right back,” Mark whispers before setting off into the crowd.

You’re frozen in place, the ability to respond nonexistent in your mind. You simply watch as he fades away and then, the shyest smile breaks through. There are no clouds left in the sky but you’re officially on Cloud 9, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and your face buried into the sleeve ends of his jacket.  

True to his word, your best friend returns fifteen minutes later with a plastic bag in one hand and a hot drink in the other. Mark pulls out the coziest Disney-themes blanket you have ever seen, folds it in half, and then places it onto the floor. He motions for you to sit on it and you smile even wider. “Better?” he asks as you settle crisscross on the soft fabric. 

A relieved sigh slips past your lips as the soft material rubs against your skin. “So much better.”

Mark plops himself right beside you. His bare arm presses against yours in an attempt to fit on the blanket. There’s lots of space left but you don’t mind, snuggling right up to his side. He chuckles at your action, draping his arm around your hoodie-clad shoulders to pull you closer. “Got you a hot chocolate too, passed by the cafe across from the gift shop,” your crush gently places the drink in your hands.

“You really didn’t have to,” you mutter, hiding your smile behind the drink.

“Wanted to.” 

“Thanks,” you reply in between your tiny sips.

“Anything for you, Bubs.”

With his arm around you and your body cozied up to his side, the time passes quickly. You’re in your own world, your quiet conversations drowned out by the chatter of the large crowd surrounding the castle area. The cocoa is passed back and forth between his hand and yours, an indirect kiss shared each either of you takes a sip. You laugh over things that happened throughout the day, from Mark’s burnt tongue to all the hideous ride pictures your friends took while wholeheartedly enjoying themselves. 

When Mark takes a big sip, you crack an unexpected joke that leaves him choking on the drink. Your roaring laughter attracts the attention of the others around you but you are so into Mark, you don’t even notice.  He’s a sputtering mess, with the hot drink all over his cheeks and hands. You help him through it, one hand patting his back and the other reaching up to wipe away the liquid with his sleeve. 

“You’re so silly,” you whisper fondly as your thumb rubs against his soft cheek.

“No, you just caught me off guard,” Mark replies, nuzzling into your hand. The moment feels a little too intimate, especially when his fingers reach up to connect with yours, but you don’t want it to end. It finally feels like something good is happening. It feels like the dream you’ve kept deep in your heart is coming true and you don’t want to fight it. 

You pay no attention to the way your friends are staring knowingly at you like this was all meant to happen. Your eyes are solely trained on Mark and how he holds you so delicately as if you were a bubble about to burst. Mark keeps you tucked into him until the five-minute before the fireworks announcement blasts through the speakers. 

Mark is the first to get up off the blanket and you hate how easily he does so. The feeling of pins and needles travel down your legs as you try to get up. You moan in pain, struggling to get up. When you finally rise from the ground, your knees buckle and you lose your balance. A little noise slips out as you stumble, your clumsiness almost leading you straight into another person. Strong hands from behind immediately fly to your hips to keep you steady and you fall right back into Mark’s sturdy chest. 

His hands remain at your hips as you turn to look at him. You mumble an apology and he clutches your waist a little harder. “Who’s the silly one now, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Even as the moment ends, Mark’s hands stay in place. The only movement he makes is a minuscule tug that molds you into his chest. He hears no complaints from you, just a pleased little sigh, that signals you’re one hundred percent okay with what is happening. 

The surrounding lights dim, projections on the castle come alive, and music that could only be described as magical begins to play. It’s the scene of your dreams–you are in the hold of someone you love as fireworks light up the sky. The show’s just begun and here you are, wishing you can stay in this moment forever.

Seeing as how he’s made it this far, Mark puts on his bravest face and circles his arms around your waist. You hum in approval, resting your hands right above his. He replies by tangling his digits with yours and you smile so widely, it’s brighter than the pyrotechnics shooting off above you. 

The soundtrack isn’t new to you; it’s the show the park features every summertime, so you find yourself humming along to every section and transition that passes. By the time the love-themed section bleeds through the sound system and the castle glows with pinks and reds, you tell your best friend, “This is my favorite part.”

He says nothing in response, too busy admiring you instead of the show. Mark rests his chin on your shoulder, his gaze directed at the side of your face. He takes in the sight of the glow the lights cast on you, your lips curled up as you mouth each and every lyric.

It’s quite obvious that he’s staring at you. Even if you didn’t catch him from the corner of your eye, you feel Mark’s steady breath hit your neck and cheek. Your entire body radiates heat upon this realization. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to calm the hopeless romantic inside you. 

You want to look at him, you really do, but you’re scared of what will follow after you meet Mark’s eyes. But when he whispers about your favorite song playing, your heart swells at his great memory, and you turn. 

The tip of Mark’s nose grazes yours after your sudden movement. You’re right there, less than a breath away from him, and his eyes are filled with immense tenderness. In your years of knowing Mark Lee, you’ve never seen him look at another person the way he’s looking at you at this moment. It’s a look filled with endearment and affection, leaving your heart swelling in your chest. 

You barely hear the boom of the fireworks shooting off, not when Mark’s eyes flitter down to your parted lips. He’s captivated your heart and soul, you can’t help but nudge your nose against his as you inch closer. It’s a silent signal, one he understands without further explanation. Your best friend shuts his eyes, calls upon the glittery pixie dust that sits in his hair and makes his final wish of the night. He wishes for the strength to make his next move. 

Mark’s soft lips touch yours most delicately; the press is merely there, and it throws you for a loop. The kiss makes you so incredibly giddy, that you turn your head even more and your hand anchors itself to his cheek. It keeps you steady as he dives in for seconds, this one more eager than the first. With your favorite love song in the background and the fireworks booming in the distance, you are happier than ever.

You are so happy that your wide grin and little giggles cause Mark to break away for a short moment. He plants another peck amid your laughter and soon he’s chuckling too. The arms around your waist lock you in place as he burrows into the crook of your neck, placing the tiniest kiss where your pulse hammers against your skin. 

Mark’s feet are on the ground but he feels like he’s flying. His heart has grown wings, allowing him to soar to new heights. He feels like he can touch every little star in the sky. Kissing you in this land of make-believe, underneath the fireworks, feels like a miracle and he fears that he will never come down again.

He’s pretty sure the gleam in your eyes mirrors his own. It’s so pretty and bright and magical–it encompasses all the emotions stirring in his chest. They start from his heart, bubble up through his neck, and the words he’s been meaning to say spill out as a crescendo booms throughout the area. “You’re my wish come true.”

Turning in his hold, you circle your arms around his neck. You draw him closer, your lips ghosting against his to say, “And you are mine,” before closing the sentence with another kiss. 

You’ve always loved fairytale endings–how the prince always gets the princess at the end of the story. When he grins against your lips, you realize you’ve been in one the entire time. The story of you and Mark is more than a dream that filled your head. It’s more than something you wished upon a star for. Your story is the slowest burn that led to the greatest happy ending. 

All it needed was a little faith, trust, and a whole lot of pixie dust.

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FINAL PARK ANNOUNCEMENT. Hey everyone! Long time no post. I think the last time I posted a fic was in either December or January? I'm happy to be back for a hot second. This fic was inspired by many things: Mark calling his fans "his MJ," my personal visits to Disneyland over the years, and especially the trips I've gone on with friends that I've met on this site. Hehehe. I really hope you all enjoy this rainbow of magic and fluff. Please let me know what you think of it. Your feedback keeps me going! Love always, Nikki <3

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Daddy’s babies

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader

summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

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“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.

Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.

“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.

“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”

“H-hen look at the baby c-cots they’re old west themed!” Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. “Is it everythin’ ya wanted sugar cube?” He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.

“W-we love it, it’s so cute and reminds me of our house” Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her man’s lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.

“C’mon over ‘ere momma, ya need your sleep n’ so does daddy” Henry whispered tugging on his wife’s belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. “Missed you today ya know” Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. “Y-you were with me the w-whole day though” Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, didn’t have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythin”

“A-and you still can’t, t-this is a family friendly zone” Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henry’s hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. “We can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now it’s me n’ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as you’re quite n’ don’t wake up the monsters then it’s okay bun”

Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bun’s little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. “M’already close H-hen, kissy t-too good” Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. “I know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasure”

Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasn’t being too loud, Henry’s hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. “Y-your turn?” She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, “No baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleep” He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.

“You sure?”

“Hundred, now turn over n’ let me spoon my sugar cube”

Both of them now nude under the covers, Henry’s hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew she’d have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. “You did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my woman”

“I L-love you so much H-henry, you’re such a good daddy to t-the babies”

“I love you too Y/n, swear my life on it”

Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.

“a-aren’t you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiere” With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henry’s words.

“H-Henry get in beside them, now please” Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. “Ok now go put it on a timer n’ get in here sugar butt”

“mhm comin’” Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. “Should we get ‘em into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures n’ souvenirs” Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.

“I-isn’t it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Hen” Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each other’s arms, “you alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeous” Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. “Y-you’re only sayin’ that cause i-im dressed like Belle”

“Nah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bun” Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/n’s arms and Beau in Henry’s, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.

“Baby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want but”

“b-but what?” Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.

“This is out of the blue, but my uh my mother’s here, she’s seen somethin’ about us bein’ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some time”

“W-what like now? I-i’ve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnant”

“I know that’s why I wanted to ask you first, we’re a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugar” Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.

“I grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-i’d hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-mother’s lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them more” Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henry’s mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didn’t doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded mother’s guilt.

With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babies’ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. “It’s her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?” Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henry’s mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.

“My beautiful daughter in law, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got you” Henry scoffed muttering a ‘thanks mom’ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.

“Oh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.

“Aww t-thank you, t-though I’m thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henry” Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. “Ma are ya sure you’re able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but we’ve already packed everythin’ ya need in this baby bag” Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.

“Henry boy, av’ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if they’re like Y/n”

“Well most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive ‘em of the booby milk and it gets scary” Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.

Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her “newborn” babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldn’t let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. “Baby bun ya ready to come in n’ join me?” Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.

“a-am coming now” She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. “What’s goin up in that pretty mind o’ yours beautiful, you look busied”

“D-Do you think i-it’s bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-long”

“what? Is that what you’ve been tinkerin’ about? You’re the best wife n’ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythin’ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. You’re absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the best” Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.

“Y-you really think so?” Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. “I know so, now sit your pretty little self back n’ let daddy take care of everythin’ alright momma?”

Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.

“This ok baby?”

“mhm f-feels so freakin’ good” Henry’s lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. “I can feel you gettin’ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?”

“B-both?”

That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. “God I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful n’ sexy”

Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. “Aww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckin’ hard whenever you look at me like that”

His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.

“This okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?” Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bun’s hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)

“I-I want it in-in a braid” Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.

This would be their first night without the babies’ interruption.

“You wanna jus’ go to bed sugar? or-“

“No. I-I want this” Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.

“Just gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleep”

With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. “So soft n’ warm” He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henry’s hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldn’t even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.

“D-don’t touch ‘em”

“Why not bun? They’re proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckin’ sexy” Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.

“S-sleepy Henry”

“You take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girl” He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husband’s cock inside of her.

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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet 🫶

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Jay Halstead: By The Four 

Just finished rewatching 5x5 and I had to write this. Pure indulgence. Short and sweet. 

You opened the apartment door and instantly knew that something was different. You could usually hear the muted sound of the game and Jay cheering or frustration depending on how his team was doing. You tilted your head as you heard a familiar song from a Disney movie. You could also hear the sliding of sheets.  

You weren’t sure what to expect when you rounded the corner, but it certainly wasn’t the site in front of you. Jay was in his normal position on the couch sipping a beer. Encanto was on the TV instead of the hockey game. A little girl, maybe five, half asleep with her head on his lap. His free hand was carding through her thick dark hair like he often did for you. The blow-up mattress was on the floor in front of the couch with two other olive-skinned children. One boy and one girl no older than eight or nine. They were cocooned in soft blankets. A final Asian boy was sitting on the floor slightly separated from the group holding a pillow to his chest.  

You paused in the doorway, “Hey baby,” Three sets of little eyes and your boyfriends turn to you. Jay had a guilty look. You raised an eyebrow at him before heading to the kitchen to drop off your stuff. He slowly started to untangle the girl from his lap to follow you. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when he entered the kitchen. You were a DFS worker and had been called out on an emergency keeping you out late. You met his gaze, “Why are four children sleeping in our living room?” 

“It was a bad case, we just freed them from a child trafficking ring. They didn’t have a good placement- they were planning on sending them to a lockdown group home for the night. I couldn’t let them do it.” 

You smile at Jay. He had such a big warm heart. You leaned and stole a soft peck from his lips. “Seems like I’m not the only one who can’t help but bring home strays.” You rub your noses against him in a few Eskimo kisses. 

You drink your glass of wine as Jay explains to you how parents were using online sites to “rehome” their adopted children. You had nodded along with him. You were aware of the barbaric process. Hearing about how these children had been used, makes you sick to your stomach. “How am I supposed to trust that these kids are going to be taken care of? After all this? Put them back in the system that allowed them to be used like that?” Jay shakes his head in disgust. You rub a calming hand up and down his back, pressing a comforting kiss to his jaw.  

“Bunk beds in the spare room?” His gaze shoots back to yours assessing your seriousness. 

“Don’t joke. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it.” His voice is half sarcastic, but you can hear the honest undertone. "They would fit."  

“You would make an amazing dad.” You lean more against him, and he wraps his arm around you. “Doing it four at a time might be a bit overwhelming, but not completely undoable.”

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Strictly for Warmth

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J POV

"You have got to be kidding me!", I shriek when the TV turns off right at the good part of the movie

I grab the remote, hoping I just ignored the pop up telling me the TV will shut off in a minute due to inactivity

I still can't figure out how to turn that setting off

I press the power button

And nothing

What?

I try again and it's still off

For crying out loud

"Yunho turn the light on", I tell my best friend, figuring that I can't see the power button

It is dark in here so that may be it

"Yunho!", I whine

"I'm trying but...the powers off"

"What?"

Picking up my phone, I turn the flashlight on and shine it to him

He's by the light switch, flicking it up and down, the light still off

Oh balls

"I think the power is out"

Just great

Getting up, I go to the fridge and open it

No light turning on

"I'll check the other rooms", Yunho says and he disappears

Figures the one time Yunho gets a break from ATEEZ and we finally hang out the power goes out

He comes back into the room, looking at his phone

"Well?", I ask

"No power in any room", he says, "And there seems to be a blizzard happening outside"

"No fucking way", I exclaim, rushing to the windows of my living room and pulling back the curtains

We had them closed for the movie

Heavy snow is plummeting from the sky

The fuck is this?

We were supposed to get some snow, not a blizzard

"Half of Seoul is out of power", he says, reading from his phone, "Everyone is being told to stay inside"

"Looks like you're sleeping over", I tell him as I gaze out the window

"Guess so", he answers

Not a big deal

He's slept over plenty of times before

And like plenty of times, I have a mini heart attack, hoping something happens between us but it never does

Unfortunately my heart keeps hoping

"Do you have blankets?", he asks

I scoff, "Of course I have blankets"

"Enough for you to sleep in your room and me to sleep out here?"

Well shit, I hope so

If not he can take the blankets and I can layer up

He has no clothes here other than a few pj pants and tshirts

"I'll check"

I should have enough

My mom made sure I have more than enough blankets and sheets when I told her I was moving out

I even have Disney comforters from when I was a kid

Opening the linen closet, I grab three comforters for him so he can make a little tent on the couch

Which leaves me with one extra for me to add to the one on my bed

Layering up it is

"Here", I tell him, putting the comforters on the couch

"Ariel?", he asks, his eyebrow raised, looking at the little mermaid comforter

"It's either that or freeze", I glare, "Your choice"

"No I'm ok with Ariel", he laughs, starting to unfold the blankets and set them up on the couch

"You going to sleep now?", I ask

He looks over at me his eyebrow raised, "Jo, it's 2:30 in the morning. I was gonna leave when the movie was over"

Its really that late?

I had no idea

I'm not tired but I'm not going to force him to stay up

"Oh, well ok. I'll just go to my room", I tell him

He nods, "Ok. Goodnight"

"Night", I say, then head to my room to pile on the clothes as it's already getting chilly

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I shiver in my bed, wrapping the blankets tighter around me

It's not helping

The cold is a bone chilling cold, settling in my body

I have on two pants, three shirts, two pairs of socks, a fleece hoodie and the blankets

It's frigid

I'm always cold as it is, now its just unbearable

I wonder how Yunho's doing

If he's cold

Or if he's passed out and not feeling anything

My body shakes from the cold again, pissing me off

Every time I feel like I'm about to fall asleep, I shake awake

It's annoying

And I hate being cold

A knock on my door has me sitting up in my bed, "Yeah?"

The door opens, Yunho walking in

"I'm fucking freezing"

"You and me both"

"You're cold too?", he asks, holding onto the blanket he had wrapped around him

"Yeah"

He nods, "Ok well, I have an idea on how to keep warm"

Well then I'm all for it as long as it stops me from shivering

"What is it?"

"Well....sharing body heat could help keep us warm", he says

Body heat?

"Meaning?", I ask, wondering where he's going with this

He sighs, "Cuddling. Under the blankets"

Cuddling?

He wants to cuddle?

I want to so bad but I'm afraid that I'm going to act like such a loser

"You....wanna do that?", I ask softly

"Strictly for warmth", he says quickly

My heart falls

Of course just to be warm

There's a blizzard outside, it's bitter cold and the power is out

What else did I expect?

"Jo?", he asks

"Uh yeah ok", I answer, giving in

I mean I'm freezing so I guess it's killing two birds with one stone

We'll both be warm and just I'll be disappointed

"Great", he says, hurrying to the bed

He throws the blanket he has on the bed and gets in next to me

I pull the blankets over us as he turns to me

A blast of coldness hits my body when his feet touch the skin of my leg under my pants leg

"What the fuck!", I shriek, pulling my leg away, "Why are your feet so cold? Why aren't you wearing socks?"

"I can't sleep in socks", he says, "You know that"

"Yeah but you could make an exception in a blizzard with no heat!"

"I can't. Just warm me up"

"No!"

"Jo!", he whines, his arm moving around me and pulling me against him, "I'm cold"

"Put socks on!"

"No!"

His body wraps around me like a koala, his feet in between my socked ones

I can even feel the coldness through the socks

It's insane

How does he not have frostbite?

"Cuddle me", he whines

Oh right

Moving my arms around him, I bury my face in his neck, smelling his skin, his scent so good

He's so big, I feel engulfed in him

And it may just be my dumb brain but I feel warmer already

His hand moves down to my lower back, pushing me right into him, his solid body against mine

I feel him shiver slightly so I tighten my arm around his body, moving my head back from him neck

His moves, his forehead leaning against mine, his breath against my lips, the warmth between us increasing even more

I'm acutely aware of every one of his and my limbs, of everywhere our bodies are touching

And I'm trying to ignore how good it feels to be in his arms

How right it feels

This is just for warmth

I keep my eyes shut tight, not wanting to be caught staring at him when we're so close

I'm trying to clear my mind when I feel the slight pressure against my lips

My eyes snap open just as he pulls his head back slightly

Did he...kiss me?

"Sorry", he says softly, his eyes avoiding mine, "I just....sorry"

He did kiss me

Without thinking, I move forward, pressing my lips to his in a kiss

I'm surprised at how eagerly he kisses me back and how his kiss makes my head spin out of control

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for him

His tongue presses against mine, feeling so good, a moan escaping my lips

He groans, kissing me harder, his arms locking around me, his body pressing into mine as much as he can

I move one arm around his neck, sliding my fingers in his soft hair, kissing him desperately, not wanting this to end

Not wanting him to realize what he's doing and say it's a mistake

I don't think I could handle that

One of his big hands moves down my back on to my ass, pushing me against him

And I feel something bulging in his pants

Oh my god, did I do that to him?

His hips move, grinding into me and I follow his movements seamlessly

He feels so fucking big, turning me on

"Should I stop?", he groans between kisses, "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will"

Not a chance in hell

"No", I murmur, "Don't stop"

"Are you sure?"

I nod, "Yes", then press my lips against his again

He sits up pulling me up with him, his hands moving to my fleece hoodie, unzipping it, pushing it off

I shiver a little but not from the cold

"I'll keep you warm jagi", he murmurs, pulling up one of my shirts and taking it off

He leans closer, his mouth against my neck, kissing me softly, my brain going haywire

I never thought this would happen in a million years

Never

He takes my second shirt off, looking at the last one remaining on me

"How many fucking shirts do you have on?", he growls

"I was freezing!", I protest

"You're not going to be freezing when I get through with you", he states, taking my last shirt off

He pushes me gently back on the bed, his eyes roaming everywhere

"I fucking knew you were this hot", he says, his hands touching me, groping my boobs, his fingers sending fire racing through my skin

He leans down, his lips on the skin between my boobs, kissing his way towards my right boob

"I knew you were this beautiful. I mean fuck, I have eyes, I see how stunning your face is jagi and I knew your body would match", he murmurs

I gape at his words, wondering if he knows what he's saying to me

His mouth reaches my nipple, taking it in and sucking softly on it

I moan loudly, my panties flooded with juice

He switches to my other nipple, sucking harshly as his hand moves into my pants and panties

His fingers run against my cunt, my body shivering against him as he touches me

"So fucking wet", he whimpers, "Did I make you this wet?"

I nod, whining out a yes

His head lifts up, his lips crashing into mine, kissing me wildly

I move my hands under his shirt as I kiss him, his skin hot and smooth

Running my hands up his back, I pull his shirt up, feeling his skin trembling under my touch

His arms move through the shirt's sleeves, breaking the kiss only so I can get it off his head, then his mouth is against mine again

My hands have a mind of their own as I push down his pants and boxers, desperate to feel him

With a groan he breaks the kiss, sitting up and pulling his clothes down and off

I sit up slightly, my eyes on his cock

His massively hard fat cock

Holy mother of God

That's....I haven't even seen a cock that big even in porn

Jesus

It's like he doesn't even notice I'm staring, he's too busy pulling my pants and panties down, taking them off and throwing them across the room

He lifts my foot, pulling my socks off, then does the same with the other foot, throwing them off the bed, "Stupid socks"

"Hey!"

"Oh shush", he says, opening my legs, "All I want to hear from you are moans"

I can definitely do that

He disappears under the covers and in the next second, I feel his tongue run along my pussy

"Oh god", I moan, pleasure hitting me hard as his tongue moves up and down repeatedly

I hear him moan from under the blankets, his tongue swirling all over me

"Yunnie fuck", I cry

I lift the covers so I can see him, just in time to catch his tongue lick over my clit

My body shivers on its own, his tongue feeling so good

His tongue stays against my clit, licking and flicking quickly, making my pussy soaking wet

He pushes one finger in my cunt, my pussy immediately clenching on it

"Fuck, so tight", he groans, moving his finger in and out

I can't stop watching him, amazing that my best friend knows how to eat pussy so well

He adds another finger, stretching me more as he moves

"Yunho", I whine, his eyes moving up and watching me

God this is so hot

His fingers rub against my spot, my body arching on its own as bliss sparks along my spine

"There it is", he smirks, making sure his fingers hit that area each time he shoves them in

I can't, he's so fucking hot, I can't believe it's finally directed at me

His eyes stay on mine as his mouth wraps around my clit, softly sucking

"Oh my god", I moan, my head lolling back, my eyes closing as the pleasure runs through my veins

God, his mouth is amazing

"Uh-uh, eyes on me baby", he demands, sucking on my clit hard

I snap my eyes open, immediately looking back at him

"Watch me eat your pretty cunt baby"

"Fuck Yunnie", I whimper, watching him

"Good girl", he says, his fingers moving hard and fast, "Keep your eyes on me"

I do, watching him suck my clit back in his mouth, playing

I'm in so much bliss, my body trembling as he brings me closer and closer

He adds a third finger and I feel stretched to the max

"Mm pussy throbbing so hard jagi", he teases, "Can't wait to feel this cunt around my cock"

Jesus Christ, I had no idea Yunho did the dirty talking thing so well

He's turning me on so much

"First you have to cum in my mouth, then I'll fill you with cock", he says, making me gasp, "Got it?"

I bite my lip nodding

"Good girl", he praises, beginning to suck on my clit again

My god, I had no idea I'd love hearing him call me his good girl

I want to be his good girl, I want to do whatever he wants

Fuck, I'm such a slut for him

He slurps hard around my clit, my hand sliding in his hair and pulling as he sucks and finger fucks me into an orgasm

"Yunho!", I cry, bliss tidal waving over me as I try so hard to keep my eyes open and on him

He's watching me and I want to be a good girl and listen

As I cum, he pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty

But I don't feel that for too long as his tongue slips inside my pussy

"Oh my god!", I shout, clenching around his tongue hard

He pulls it out moaning, "Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good"

What?

I can't think as his tongue thrusts back in, licking, his mouth sucking and swallowing on my pussy

"So fucking good. Taste so fucking sweet. Fuck, I love it", he groans

It registers that he likes how my cum tastes and I'm floored

He's such a turn on, its insane

As soon as I finish, he's on top of me, kissing me hard, his tongue against mine

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, knowing that now that I've had his kisses, I can't ever go without them

He moves his hips, his cock at my entrance, whispering a "please" in between kisses

I nod and in the next instant his head is pushing inside me

"Oh fuck!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my head pushing back into the pillow, my body arching as pleasure washes over me with every inch he moves in

He's so unbelievably thick, stretching me to the max but it feels so good feeling him slide in

"Yes baby. Open for me", he murmurs against my neck, his hand moving down, rubbing my clit as he pushes inside, "Get wet for me baby, soak my cock, fuck, this tight pussy feels so good, I need to be all inside"

I get wetter with each passing inch, my pussy enveloping his cock eagerly

God, he's so fucking huge

"Oh god yes, tight. So tight. Fuck. Take me jagi", he moans, his body shaking on top of me, "Take my whole cock. Need to be buried inside your pussy. Please take me baby"

My body shakes in bliss and I can't believe how good it feels just to get him in

He bottoms out, pressing his hips right against mine, my pussy throbbing around his massive cock

He fills me to the brim with no extra room to spare, his cock the deepest anyone has ever gotten

"So good, so good, so good", he chants, his body trembling against mine

I wrap my arms around him, my hands against his back, feeling his skin shake

"Wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please?"

"Yeah Yunnie. Please baby"

He whines in my neck as his hips move back, the drag of his cock sliding out sending shivers up my spine

His hips snap forward, burying in me in one shot, pleasure crashing into my body as I call his name

"Yes jagi", he groans, his hips moving impossibly fast, fucking my pussy wide open, impaling me on his fat hard cock, "Moan my name. Whine my name. Fuck, wanna hear you"

"Yunho", I whimper, unbelievable bliss taking over every cell of my body as his cock works my pussy perfectly

My hands slide up and down his back, feeling his hard muscle move as he fucks me into the bed

His hands move to either side of my head, pounding in so hard, the sound of our skin hitting each others pretty and deafening

"My god you feel so fucking good", he whines, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each move he makes, "So tight baby. Clenching and throbbing so fucking good. Never been inside a pussy so good before"

Yeah well I never had a cock like his

Massive, fat, stretching me to the max, hitting my spot with every thrust

I have absolutely never came from just sex alone but I know Yunho can make me

I literally feel myself getting closer with each slam in

"Do I feel good?", he asks, "Am I fucking you good?"

"Yes Yunnie, shit. You're doing so good baby", I moan, my body so hot and sweaty

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd keep me warm

"Good baby", he murmurs, sitting up on his knees

He throws the covers off us, pushing my legs to my chest, his hips snapping repeatedly, his cock plunging into me at an incredible speed

"Fuck, you're sweating", he murmurs, leaning down, his tongue running from in between my boobs up to my neck, shivers running up my spine as I moan softly

He's covered in sweat too, a sheen of it glowing on his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to his forehead

His eyes look down at where we meet, biting his lip as he watches

"Fuck, your pussy swallows my cock so good baby. Takes all of me", he murmurs, "Leaving such a creamy mess all over. So pretty"

"Yunnie", I whine, his words turning me on even more

"Puffy lips wrapped so snugly around my cock, tiny hole straining, swollen clit throbbing so hard. Beautiful tiny pussy taking my cock"

"Mmmm", I cry, "Want all your cock Yunnie. So fucking big, fills me so good"

"Yes jagi", he growls, "My cock is yours. Just yours. Belongs inside your pretty cunt"

I nod, lost in the pleasure, lost in him, so close, "My pussy belongs around your cock Yunnie"

"Yes baby, you do", he cries, slamming hard into my spot, sending me head first into an earth shattering orgasm

"Yunho! Yunho!", I scream, my body arching and shaking uncontrollably as pure bliss washes over me again and again

"Fuck!", he yells, his hips fucking me though my orgasm

I can't, I haven't felt pleasure like this before

It's so intense, taking over every single atom in my body

He doesn't stop moving even when I finish

"Cum again", he murmurs, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hips not missing a stroke as he moves on top of me, "Wanna make you cum again and again. Wanna make you remember me, make you want me again"

I definitely won't forget him

How could I when he's all I ever loved?

His arm moves around my waist, holding me against him, his lips pressing against my neck

"Yunnie, don't stop", I moan, the bliss just as intense as before, "Want you so much"

"Won't stop jagi. Won't stop", he assures me, his free hand moving between us, pressing into my clit and rubbing hard

I cry out, my pussy squirting around his cock a little, the pleasure amping up

"Mmmm hmmm, gonna fuck you all night", he moans, his cock jackhammering right into my spot, my mind starting to turn off, "Keep you warm all night jagi. Stay in your tiny cunt all night. Make you cum for me, make you squirt for me"

"Promise?", I ask, wanting nothing more than that

"I promise baby", he assures me, "I promise I'll stay hard for you Jo. Fuck, I have no problems getting hard around you"

Wait what?

What is he saying?

"You turn me on so much baby. All the fucking time and it's driving me crazy"

He's one to talk

I have to go to his photo shoots and see him acting all sexy or go to one of his performances and see him act like the sex god he is on stage

My panties are soaked every time I'm around him and he has no idea

His pace increases, slamming into me harder, my pussy pulsing uncontrollably around him

"Fuck, your pussy is so loud for me", he moans, each thrust making me wetter and wetter, making the wet squelching sound louder and louder, "Do you hear how loud your wet cunt is for my cock? Just for mine?"

I nod, my nails digging into his upper arms, holding on as he fucks the life from me, my head in the fucking clouds, "Yes Yunnie"

"Fuck, pussy's gonna cum", he whines, his fingers playing with my clit faster as his thrusts somehow increase

How he's moving this fast, I don't fucking know but I'm so glad for it

"Cum for me", he groans, his voice throwing me over the edge

Ecstacy hits me hard and it feels like my body is floating as I squirt around him

"Yunho", I cry, stars blinding me as I cling onto him

"Yes fuck, yes squirt for me", he murmurs, not stopping any movements, "Good girl, jagi. You're such a good girl"

I don't know if I'm making any sounds, I don't know which way is up, all I know is I am in all consuming pleasure

And I love it

As I come down from the bliss, I feel Yunho's kisses against my cheek, my jaw, his moans of my name and how good I feel filling my ears

I relax against him, squeezing around his cock

He still hard

He needs to cum

And I want his cum filling me up, I want him to feel the same mind shattering pleasure he's giving me

And I'm going to make sure he gets it

He rolls us over, keeping his cock inside me, begging, "Ride me. Please"

I nod, pushing my tiredness away and sitting up, my hips moving on their own right away, bouncing up and down his thick dick

I'm so fucking drenched, it's incredibly easy to take him over and over

"Yes fuck. Don't stop", he pants, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, "Feels so good. Fuck"

As I ride him, I watch him, getting more and more turned on by him

His body is on display for me and I'm amazed at the shape my best friend is in

Muscular chest that is covered in sweat, muscular arms and fucking abs sculpted into his stomach

His gorgeous face is in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he breaths heavily, his eyes roaming my body as I move on him

"So pretty", he says, his hands touching every part of my body, "So fucking beautiful. My god, I've always wanted you"

"Fuck", I moan, bouncing harder, his cock splitting my pussy wide open, ecstacy taking over

"Fuck, you look so good riding me. That little pussy taking my big cock so good", he whines, his fingers digging into my hips, "Creaming my cock so much. I knew you'd cream me like this. I don't know how, I just knew"

"You feel so good Yunnie", I moan, grinding on his head every time I take him back inside me, clenching down on him as tightly as I can

I'm in so much pleasure, tears falling down my face as I keep moving

"Wanted to see this for so long. Those boobs bouncing for me. Crying on my cock like you are now. My cock so deep inside you it makes your tummy bulge"

His hand moves to my lower stomach, feeling his cock inside me as I ride him

"Fuck, your pussy just swallows my cock, like you can't get enough", he murmurs, "You can't get enough. Right?"

I nod, "Right baby. I can't get enough. Didn't I cum for you so many times already?"

He nods, his eyes on mine, "You did. But I want more"

"More?", I tease

Goddamn, I'm so fucking hot, sweat running down my body and my hair soaking wet

But I'm so not stopping

He feels too good

"More jagi. Please"

"Don't you wanna cum?", I ask, feeling his cock throb inside me

"I can wait", he nods, "But I wanna cum in your pussy. Please, can I?"

"Is that what you really want?", I tease, leaning over him, my hands on his chest, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud

"Yes, fuck. Wanted to fill your pussy for so long. Feel your cunt suck all my cum out. Know that your pussy is full of my cum, dripping out my cum", he pants, "Fuck, want it so bad"

"Mmm baby, that's exactly what I want too", I tell him, smirking when he gapes at me

"You do?"

I nod

He's sprinkled in some of how he feels this whole time now it's my turn

"I wanted you for so long Yunnie. Wanted to bounce on this cock, wanted these hands all over me, wanting these lips against mine", I say softly, running my fingers on his lips

Leaning over him, I move my hand next to his head, my other hand running in his hair, still bouncing on him as hard as I can

"You do?", he asks shyly, shock in his face

"Yeah baby. You think the only one who's always turned on when you're around me? Try having your panties soaked and sticking to you every time I see you. It's so uncomfortable"

He makes a choking sound that is utterly sexy

"This is exactly what I want, what I fantasized about Yunnie", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "So how about after I cum for your dick, you fill my pussy for me?"

He nods, yelling, "Yes. Fuck yes jagi. Yes!"

"Good boy", I murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then sitting back up

Leaning back on his legs, I ride him hard and fast, his throbbing cock feeling so good inside me

I let the pleasure of his cock take over me, fucking myself right into an intense orgasm

"Yunho!", I scream, white light blinding me, my arms shaking as I try to keep myself upright

"Joanne fuck!", he screams, his hips moving up, burying deep into me, his pulsing cock exploding, his warm sticky cum filling me up just how I want

"Oh Yunnie, yes", I moan, rocking on his cock, my pussy milking him for every single drop of his cum, "Mmm good boy Yunnie. So good"

His whimpers die down as I slow my movement, his eyes opening, gazing into mine

I smile softly, then climb off him, laying next to him, both of us breathing hard

That was fucking intense

His arms move around me, pulling me closer, holding me tightly against him as he cuddles me

A few minutes pass as we get our breathing under control

I don't know if I should say anything or what to do now

"You're mine now, right?", he asks softly

"Yeah Yunnie", I answer, smiling to myself

"Good", he says, "I love you Jo"

I move my head back, looking up at him in shock

"I always loved you", he says, running his fingers in my hair, "For as long as I could remember. I...I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I didn't say anything. But...it's just...it's been so hard lately, so hard to stay away from you"

"You don't have to", I assure him, gently touching his cheek "Not anymore baby. You're mine and I love you"

He looks so relieved as he smiles at me

"I've always loved you too Yunnie. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either but I'm so glad we did"

He nods, "I'm glad we did too"

I lean to him, kissing him softly, pouring my love into it

He kisses me back, his kiss full of love as well and I'm so happy his love is for me

So utterly happy

When the kiss ends, we snuggle together

"So are you warm?", I ask

He laughs, "Yeah jagi, I'm hot actually"

"Me too", I giggle

"Good", he chuckles, "Remember baby, once you get cold I'm gonna warm you up again. Gonna fuck you all night"

"Hmmm why wait until I'm cold?", I tease

"Think you can handle more?", he teases back

"Oh I definitely can"

He laughs, rolling me on my back as he moves on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my entrance

"We'll see", he murmurs

"Oh we will", I giggle, moving my hands to his hips, pulling him closer, his cock starting to slide inside me

"Remember when you're sore tomorrow and can't walk that you asked for this", he murmurs, kiss lips kissing my neck

Oh I'll remember

"Mmm hmmm but you'll be here to help me right?"

"Always jagi. I'll always be here with you"

"I love you Yunho"

"I love you Jo"

With that he kisses me fiercely as his cock bottoms out inside me, both of us swallowing each other's moans

It's going to be a hot sweaty night

[klausysworld]

Okay, I'm in pain. Braces are not a joke. But hey fuck braces I'm a women and don't need a man, but here I am.

Reader being in her period and Klaud being a good boyfriend and going to the store and buying pads, tampons, chocolate, heating pads, etc.

All fluff, please.

Help, Care, Love

Klaus poked his head round into Y/n’s room cautiously, he had gotten a meltdown of a phone call from her crying that she needed him.

He could’ve panicked that she had been in danger but he had learnt to recognise this specific cry. And he knew what she needed.

So he had made a quick detour to the shops before rushing to her house.

He stepped inside quietly and noticed her bathroom door a little open making his eyes soften. He neared it and pulled the pads and tampons out of the plastic bag before pushing it through the gap and holding it out until he felt her hand brush his as she took it from him.

“Thank you” she sniffed and he smiled softly to himself. He closed the door with a click and went to sit on her bed before noticing the sheets were bloody. He removed her bedding, bringing it to her laundry room and putting them in the washer before grabbing her other set and quickly putting it all on. Making sure the room smelt like fresh linen like he knew she liked and lighting a similar scented candle that he had bought for her and placing it on her dresser.

“Klaus?” She whispered hoarsely through the door and he looked over

“Is something wrong my love?” He asked gently, he could hear her shuffle on her feet and her thickly swallow

“Can you get me some clothes please?” She uttered, embarrassment in her voice.

“Of course” he replied quickly as he grabbed her some joggers and one of the henleys he had left there a little while before. He tapped on the door, prompting her to open it and turned his head away as she took the clothes from him and stepping back when she disappeared again.

He set the back on her side table and pulled out the box of chocolates, placing them on the side of her bed along with a a range of crisp brands, haribo and other snacks he picked up.

Y/n slowly opened the bathroom door and looked up to where Klaus stood waiting patiently for her, his expression softening when he noticed the clothes bundled up in her hands.

“Let me wash those for you angel” he murmured as he took them from her, flashed away and then back to her with clean hands and a loving smile.

Her fingers fiddled together before he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her frame. His hand held the back of her head, pressing her face into his chest and kissing her hair lightly.

“I got you something to eat if you’d like? Ibuprofen is best taken on a full stomach, but you can have your paracetamol now” he told her gently, stroking her hair leisurely. She nodded soundlessly and he leaned back a little to kiss her cheek before leading her back to her bed.

She froze when she looked to her bed, seeing he had already tidied everything for her and sniffed again making him gently stroke her face “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He questioned and she shook her head before hugging him tightly making him let out a breath and rubbing her back.

“I love you so much” she whispered and he smiled softly

“I love you so much more…” he murmured back, petting her head lovingly. “Is there anything you would like angel? Can I do anything for you?” He asked wanting to care for her as much as he could.

“I just need you” she whispered and he smiled warmly. He kept his arms around her, hugging her to him and waddling them other to her bed. He sat her up against the headboard, keeping her comfortable and tucking her legs under the covers. He pulls the pillows to support her back and grabbed a tube of pringles, placing them in her lap as he snuggled up to her side and pulled himself closer.

“Netflix..or…?” He trailed as her head dropped to rest against his shoulder

“Disney?” She asked quietly and he hummed, the one time y/n would get away with having him watch anything she wanted.

“If you insist dear” he agreed, a small smile on his lips when she nuzzled closer. He passed her the remote and dug his hand into his pocket to pull out the pain relief he had retrieved for her. He rummaged through the things he had bought her and popped the top off her bottled water. “One now?” He asked as he brought the pill to her mouth, she nodded and accepted. Once consumed he kissed the side of her head and let his hand rest on her lower belly.

“Where’s your heating pad?” He questioned quietly as her face scrunched in pain while she watched her film.

“I forgot to charge it” she whispered, disappointment clear in her tone.

“I’ll put it on charge and get you a hot water bottle instead okay?” He offered, though it wasn’t really a question more of an informative statement. He hurried down the stairs and grabbed the disregarded heating pad, plugged it in and boiled the kettle.

When he came back he found an overly emotional version of his girl as she munched on her chocolate buttons, wiping her tears after witnessing Mufasa’s death.

He couldn’t help the smile that creeped back up on him seeing her so vulnerable and soft.

Klaus slid back under the covers, pulling her close and holding the hot water bottle in place where she needed it, taking pride in her pleasure filled sigh. Her head rest on his shoulder and his head lay on top of hers. Both humming ‘Hakuna matata’, knowing it all to well from the amount of time she had him watch the movie.

The was only one look in the both their eyes. Love. A love so strong that it was all either of them could ever think about. On they never wanted to lose. Something worth living a thousand years.

[seeingivy]

first meeting 

eren jaeger x f! reader 

in which, your old roommate forgets to mention she can’t room with you next year - leaving you with no housing prospects. that is until you meet eren jaeger. 

**roommate eren fic masterlist here

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With an unfortunate twist of fate, you curse Shiganshina University for randomizing dorm assignments for first year students. Just your luck, you were stuck with a red haired girl named Nifa, who was so forgetful you think she’d forget her head if it wasn’t attached to her. 

What did she forget this time? To tell you that she was rooming with Nanaba for the next year, leaving you out of housing for the summer and the following year. You groan, snapping the pencil clasped in your fingers at the thought of seeing her when you return to your dorm later today. 

“What gives?” 

You turn to find your coworker, Armin, staring at the broken pieces of pencil discarded on your desk. You groan in response, resting the top of your head against the desk. 

“My roommate. She didn’t tell me she didn’t want to room with me next year and she was the one who reserved housing for the both of us. I didn’t reserve on my own and now all of the rooms are full.” 

He looks over at you, silently handing you a pack of the sour gummy worms he kept in the bottom desk of his drawer. While he usually kept them for the students he was tutoring, he figured the situation called for it. You knew he was awkward and you warm at the thought of this being his way of trying to comfort you. 

“I hope you figure it out, Y/N.” 

- 

You shoved the broken remnants of the pencil you just snapped into the trashcan near your desk, collecting your thoughts. 

“No room?” asks Armin, peering across to your cubicle. 

“Nope. I’m going to be homeless this time tomorrow.” 

Finding a roommate turned out to be harder than you thought it would be. Since everyone already had to reserve the rooms a while back, no one was really looking for extra roommates anymore. You tried your luck on renting a room in the houses and apartments nearby. 

They were all too weird to live with. They were too loud, super messy, rent cost too much, they wanted you to sleep in a bathtub, the list went on. You weirdly found out that your Political Science professor Erwin was dating your Physics professor Levi, when they were selling the apartment they shared to get a house. 

“I’d take you in if I could, but my girlfriend Annie lives in the spare room in Jean and I’s apartment.” says Armin, shooting you a sorrowful look. 

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile for trying to help in whatever ways he could. 

“You can sleep at my place till you figure something out, okay?” 

You nod, turning back to making the assignment sheets for your session later today. You shoot Sasha a text in the meantime, asking her if you can sleep at her place the day after tomorrow, not wanting to overstay your time at Armin’s. 

- 

Armin, Annie, and Jean are more than accommodating, which leads you to crying puddles over their kitchen sink. The stress of the situation catches up to you, realizing you had nowhere to live indefinitely. 

Jean offers you a plate of warm food, saying you can sleep in his bed as long as you need to. Armin and Annie tend to help you set up your stuff, making sure you have towels, face wash, a toothbrush for the few days you would be staying with them. 

After calming down and taking a shower, you dress yourself into your most comfortable pajamas and meet the three of them in the common room. They decide to run a few errands, grabbing snacks for you all to eat over the course of the weekend. You decide to watch Mulan on Armin’s Disney Plus account while you wait. 

You hear Armin’s bathroom door close and jump at the sight of a tall, brown haired boy padding out to sit on the couch next to you.

“Who are you?” he asks, not looking up from the Wordscape he was playing on his phone. 

“Y/N. I work with Armin. I’m going to be staying here tonight. Who are you?” 

“Eren.” 

You nod, turning back to watch the movie. He grabs the top of your head, twisting your head so you’re looking right at him. 

“Five letter word. Letters are O, E, R, V, and L.” 

You grab the phone from his hand, staring at the crossword ahead of you. 

“Did you try ROLE?” 

“First word I picked. And it’s five letters, silly girl.” 

“Oh! That’s easy. The word is Lover.” you respond, sliding the letters on the screen, the screen covering with confetti. He turns to you, giving you a halfhearted smile in response to passing the level. 

Armin, Jean, and Annie return thirty minutes later, double checking you were comfortable with sleeping in Jean’s bed and that you had every need. You thank them for their kindness, heading to bed for the day. 

As you lie in his bed, your heart heavies at the thought of where you’re going to sleep tomorrow. And the day after that.  

- 

You return to Armin’s apartment after six days, having exhausted all options of people to stay with. You stayed with Sasha, Connie, Historia and Ymir, Marco (big mistake, he’s a sleepwalker), and even your Physics professor Levi and his partner Erwin you had met while house hunting, who you accidentally ended up sobbing to during a problem solving session. 

You’re settled on their couch again, the four of you watching Get Out. Halfway through the movie, Eren nearly scares the shit out of all of you, your heart pounding as he creeps in through the door. 

“You’re back, silly girl. What gives?” he asks, opening one of Armin’s cans of Celcius. 

“Still didn’t find a place to live.” you respond, scratching at the back of his neck. 

You see a confused look of plaster on his face, as he darts his eyes to Armin looking for an explanation. 

“Housing problems, her old roommate kind of sucked. She’s been out of a place for a week now, hopping from place to place every night.” he responds. 

He looks back at you, his green eyes flashing a look you had never seen before. Granted, you had only met him once before this but it was enough to warrant a weird feeling from you. 

“Speed round. Answer whatever I say silly girl, okay?” 

“What?” 

“Favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Stable income?” 

“Two jobs. And a decent savings account.” 

“Attention to detail?” 

“You wouldn’t believe it.” 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Not currently.” 

“Loud friends who overstay their visit?” 

“I think I’m the friend who is currently overstaying her visit.” 

“Raging partier?” 

“Homebody ‘till I die. ” 

“Loud?” 

“So quiet my professor forgot I was in the room with him.” 

He stops, the gears in his head moving. Jean and Armin share a confused glance, Annie having given up on trying to understand Eren years ago. 

“I have an extra room at my place. My old roommate just graduated and I need someone to fill the spot. If you can pay the rent by next week, it’s yours.” 

You swear you could kiss him on the spot. He’s offering you a place to live. You reach over the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, Eren. Really.” 

You break apart from the hug, your noses a few feet apart. You smile at him, your eyes darting between his green eyes. You tense at the contact, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are standing. You let go abruptly and he scratches the back of his head, instructing you to pack your things so you can settle into the room now. 

- 

“Ann’, hundred bucks they start dating by the end of next year.” 

“Raise it to a hundred and to the end of next semester. You’re on, Kirschtein.” 

“Should we really be profiting off of our friends' love lives?” 

“Shut up, Armin.”

- 

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[fatkish]

For my request, based on MHA and Disney's Aladdin, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader with bondage and gags please? In the story, after being inspired by the bondage scene from Aladdin, the reader and Aizawa go to a love hotel to try it out. Aizawa would be the one who'd have his hands and barefeet shackled, his mouth cloth gagged, and would even wear an Aladdin prince costume as part of the set up. You can decide on the intimate acts as long as Aizawa is kept tied up and gagged the whole time. What do you think?

Aizawa x Male Reader NSFW: Pretty Boy

After watching the new Aladdin movie during one of their dates, (y/n) begged Aizawa to let him be the dominant one and have an Aladdin inspired sexual experience. (Y/n) managed to convince and persuade Aizawa into letting (y/n) book a room at a love hotel and they would have their fun there once (y/n) collected all the necessary toys and equipment. He told Aizawa the date they agreed on and told Aizawa to wear a butt plug on the way there so that he’d be somewhat prepared.

 The next few days passed as (y/n) made sure to prepare everything, he bought a vibrating cock ring for Aizawa to wear as well as a sexy male belly dancer costume. Then he made a special order for a gag veil to be made for Aizawa to wear. Then (y/n) was able to buy some incense and candles. After buying all the stuff he ordered and putting it together, he informed Aizawa that the room was ready for their arrival at the hotel.

When (y/n) got to the hotel, he paid for a room and make sure to set the mood with lighting, turning the lights of and lighting the candles and incense. (Y/n) then pulled out a Bluetooth speaker and pulled out his phone to play some Arabian music. The room was painted with black walls and had a large four poster bed with red silk sheets. (Y/n) grabbed a towel and laid it down on the bed. As the incense and candles burned, the scents of cinnamon, spiced chai tea, sage and bergamot filled the room.

While Aizawa changed in the bathroom, (y/n) prepared and laid out all the toys and equipment. When Aizawa exited the bathroom, wearing the costume and the gag, (y/n) wolf whistled in appreciation. As Aizawa walked over to (y/n), (y/n) made sure to tie his hands up. (Y/n) then used his foot to spread Aizawa’s ankles and secure a spreader bar to them. After that (y/n) made Aizawa bend over the bed, brushing the cloth skirt aside as he pulled out the plug that Aizawa wore.

After pulling out the plug, (y/n) applied lube to his fingers and pushed them deep into Aizawa’s ass, spreading and scissoring his hole as he fingered Aizawa. (Y/n) then grabbed the vibrating cock ring and slipped it on Aizawa’s cock. Next, (y/n) grabbed the egg vibrator and spread Aizawa’s cheeks, pushing it in and up against Aizawa’s prostate. (Y/n) turned both toys on causing Aizawa to choke and make muffled sounds of surprise. (Y/n) then flipped Aizawa onto his back and began to play with Aizawa’s nipples, pinching and pulling on them while he began to fist Aizawa’s cock.

(Y/n) then turned up the vibrations and began sucking on Aizawa’s nipples. Swirling his tongue around and nipping them.

“Mrph erm” Aizawa groaned as he was panting into the gag as (y/n) gave Aizawa’s cock a firm squeeze. Aizawa began to groan softly and seized as he came.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Do you have it in you to give me a few more orgasms?” (y/n) asked as he looked down at Aizawa.

“Mrh hm”

“Good boy”

(Y/n) the grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a bit onto his fingers. He then reached behind him and began to slowly finger himself. He grabbed the vibrator��s remotes and turned the vibrations up higher. Aizawa’s thighs tensed as his back arched in ecstasy. (Y/n) then pulled his fingers out as he poured some lube onto Aizawa’s cock.

“I hope you’re ready, cause I’m going to ride this pretty dick of yours.” You said as he hovered over and carefully sat down on Aizawa’s cock. Aizawa closed his eyes and breathed deeply as (y/n) sunk down on his dick. Once fully seated, (y/n) clenched his inner muscles making Aizawa give a groan. (Y/n) started to bounce slowly, as he looked Aizawa in the eyes. (Y/n) then grabbed the cock ring’s remote and turned it all the way up.

“Erm! Urhmm, ermph rrm hrm” Aizawa cried into the gag, as his thighs tensed. (Y/n) began to speed up him bouncing as Aizawa tried to thrust up into (y/n).

“Are you close?”

“Mmhmm”

(y/n) then turned the egg vibrator up to the max setting causing Aizawa to scream into his gag as he came while (y/n) slammed his hips down and ground down onto Aizawa.

“Do you think, you can give me one more?” (Y/n) looked down at Aizawa as he nodded after taking a moment. (Y/n) then got off of Aizawa and turned him over. (Y/n) then pulled the egg vibrator out, and attached the vibrating nipple clamps to Aizawa. (Y/n) then bent Aizawa over as he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some out onto Aizawa’s anus. After that, (y/n) pushed three fingers into Aizawa’s ass. (Y/n) then curled his fingers, digging them into Aizawa’s prostate causing him to thrust his hips. After pulling out his fingers, (y/n) then applied lube to his own dick.

“Last one pretty boy, you ready?”

“Mrph” Aizawa nodded as he looked back at (y/n).

(Y/n) then slowly pushed in, sink each inch in slowly. But before he fully sheathed himself inside Aizawa, he slowly pulled back out till his head was the only part left. (Y/n) the grabbed Aizawa’s hips and pulled him back onto his cock.

“Erm!”

(Y/n) began to thrust into Aizawa at a moderate pace. Reaching down between Aizawa’s thighs to give his balls some attention. As (y/n) thrusted, he palmed at Aizawa’s balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in his hand. After a moment (y/n) increased his pace, speeding up and pushed Aizawa down face first into the bed.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good squeezing me like this. You’re so tight and hot, I don’t think I can last long.”

“Ersh erm mer ert!”

Aizawa shouted into his gag as (y/n) pounded into him, hitting his prostate with every single thrust due to the new angle. After a few more minutes, (y/n) came with a shout, hunching over Aizawa’s back and gripping his hips. Aizawa then came a final time as his spend shot out onto the towel beneath him.

After a few moments, (y/n) turned the toys off and removed them. He then released Aizawa’s restraints and let him remove the spreader bar. After cleaning and putting the toys and equipment away, (y/n) came over to Aizawa with a damp warm towel and cleaned him up. (Y/n) then picked up the towel off the bed and set it aside in the bathroom.

“Thank you so much for indulging me on this baby.” (Y/n) whispered into Aizawa’s ear as he gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Next time, I’m tying you up and edging you. I’m going to make you cum and milk your prostate, see how you like it” Aizawa threatened as he closed his eyes and relaxed his sore body.

“Sounds like fun, rest now love, I booked the room for the whole day and night so you can sleep and I’ll be back with food when you wake up”

(Sorry this took so long @princeasimdiya12, I haven’t finished the drawing yet so I’ll add it once I’ve finished it. I hope you enjoyed this, it’s kinda my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s good)

[ncityprincess]

And don’t you forget it

Pairing: bf taeyong x single mom reader ft. asshole johnny

Plot: blah blah blah this is just fiction I don’t know these people. Johnny is not very nice in this and he may bring up some abandonment wounds so proceed with caution 🫶🏾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Yeah sorry babe, something…came up” Johnny slurred with a dazed chuckle. Here you were, up way earlier than usual getting your 5 year old daughter ready for her day with her incompetent daddy, and he couldn’t even be bothered to give you a heads up before he cancelled. Again.

“Yeah I can see that John” you sighed, running out of the little patience you had left. You could tell he was lying in bed with whichever chick he picked up last night. “You know, being hungover on a Tuesday isn’t a good look. And neither is flaking on your daughter for the umpteenth time in a row.” You were ready to tell him off even more, but you were interrupted by a woman’s cartoonishly seductive voice.

“Johnnyyy baby, come play with me again.” A woman with a thin sheet wrapped around her body came into the frame and leaned down to press sensual kisses into Johnny’s neck. He groaned obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. “In a minute, doll” he purred.

“Ugh, you’re such a joke. You know, Kaylee is going to kindergarten this year. She’s not dumb John, she’s gonna grow up to resent you for abandoning her like this.” Your voice kept getting louder and louder in the echoey bathroom. You had dealt with his carelessness for far too long.

“Look I’m sorry ok?” He said nonchalantly. “Let’s just try again next week. Gotta go, give Kaylee a kiss for me, will ya?”

“FUCK YOU” You shrieked, and hung up the FaceTime call before slamming your phone onto the bathroom counter. You could feel the hot tears forming in your eyes already. Once again, your child’s father had made all these extravagant plans for your daughter, just for him to not follow through.

A faint knock on the en-suite bathroom door made the shame of the situation set in even more for you. You took a deep breath and let out a defeated “come in.” It was Taeyong, your current boyfriend and first relationship after having your daughter and separating from Johnny.

Even in your state of frustration, you were able to admire how beautiful he looked with his messy bed head and navy blue boxers hanging dangerously low on his lean hips.

Your relationship with johnny all came to a head when he had made the final screw up that made you gain the courage to break up with him. He missed Kaylee’s 3rd birthday party because he was out doing his usual routine of getting hammered, and ended up getting into a bar fight for one reason or another. he had to spend the rest of the night sobering up at the local jailhouse, thus missing his baby girl blow out her candles.

After spending the better part of a year beating yourself up over your break up and blaming yourself for Kaylee not having a good father in her life, you decided enough was enough. Johnny needed to figure his own shit out, and do his own healing. His demons have nothing to do with you or your daughter, and it wasn’t your job to fix him. You made the decision to try the co-parenting thing, but it was easier said than done.

On one spring day, Taeyong had approached you at a cafe to tell you how beautiful you looked in your yellow dress. You couldn’t even look him in the eye, too embarrassed to receive such a compliment. It was the first time you had actually felt seen that way in a while. From there, your relationship flowed like water. Everything just came naturally for the two of you. Kaylee absolutely adored Taeyong, and he loved to spend quality time with her. He would take the three of you to see the latest Disney movie, go to the water park, and treat you to ice cream dates. Everything just felt. Natural.

But of course, the great co-parenting dilemma always lingered.

“Hey” he greeted with a softly with a small, gentle smile.

“I hate him Tae. I hate him so much!” By now the dam had broke, and the tears started flowing. Taeyong immediately embraced you and rubbed your back soothingly.

“My love…” he cooed, but let you continue.

“Why does he get to keep doing this to us? To her? He—he doesn’t even care that he’s hurting Kaylee. And once again, I’m left to break the news that her father doesn’t want to see her.” You sobbed.

This song and dance of johnny attempting to be a father had gone on for far too long. When you were pregnant, you were convinced the three of you were going to be a happy little family forever, but once Kaylee was born, Johnny had changed. A lot. He partied till 4 am, came home plastered, and did the same thing all over again the next day. You were the only one getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter and change her. You were cooking all the meals and cleaning the house. You were there to pick up the pieces when Johnny messed things up. You felt like a single parent in your own home. After three years of failing to be a good father to Kaylee, you made the decision to break up with him and asked him to move out of your house.

“He’s a coward. Any man that can’t take responsibility for their child is immature and selfish. We’ll figure this out together baby.” Taeyong held you for a few more moments and pulled away to cradle your face in his warm hands. You looked up at him through tear-stained lashes. His eyes held so much sincerity and reassurance.

“The day doesn’t have to be totally ruined. How about the three of us go to the Zoo! They just opened up that new butterfly exhibit, those are Kaylee’s favorites.”

You sniffled, making taeyong’s heart swell. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” He said softly. Taeyong wiped the last few straggler tears that were left on your cheeks. “You’re too good to me, Tae” you whined. “Nonsense, nothings to good for you, my love. As long as I’m around, you and Kaylee’s happiness are my top priority.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Taeyong’s kindness was one of the things that drew you to him the most. He was so selfless and never made you feel bad about being a single parent. The overwhelming love you had for him made you fall deeper into the kiss. You wanted to forget all about this situation with your ex.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, taeyong gently grabbed your hand and guided you back into the main bedroom. He stopped right in front of your full length mirror. Taeyong stepped behind you and ran his hands up and down your sides. “Look love, look at yourself in the mirror. Aren’t you so beautiful?” He whispered into your ear.

You cast your timid gaze into your own reflection, noting taeyong’s hungry eyes staring into yours through the mirror. You could feel the front of his body pressed against your ass. You felt yourself getting damp at the sensation of taeyong’s morning wood. You quickly looked down at your feet, the intimate sight in front of you was too much to handle. “Tae come on…”

“Ah ah ah, say you’re pretty. Tell me how pretty you are.” he raised your head back up with gentle fingers and looked down at you. He pressed slow, intentional kisses into your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m—I’m pretty” you finally breathed out.

“Yes *kiss* you *kiss* are *kiss*”

Your legs felt like jelly. If it wasn’t for taeyong’s strong arms wrapped around you, you surely would have melted onto the floor. His one hand snaked up the front of your body, past your tank top covered breasts and settled around your neck. His piercing eyes met yours in the mirror once again “and don’t you forget it.”

Taeyong pulled your tank top off of your body, cursing when he saw your bare breasts. He played with your nipples, admiring the way your ass started to grind against his stiff dick.

“Mmm, I want you” You moaned out. Taeyong guided you onto the bed and laid you on your back. “I’m all yours, my love.” He pulled off both of your bottoms and stroked himself a few times. You both moaned once he finally entered you. The delicious stretch of his cock got rid of whatever lingering thoughts of johnny you had in your mind.

Taeyong wrapped your legs around his hips and picked up the pace. He caressed the side of your face, smiling down at you. “You feel so good baby” he grunted. You loved how gentle and sweet he was being, but you needed something a little different in this moment.

“Tae…pound me, please?” You begged. Taeyong slowed his movements and a smirk grew on his face. “Anything for you, my love”. Before you knew it, you were flipped over and placed on all fours. Taeyong slammed back inside of you, making you cry out.

“Fuckkkk just like that!” You grabbed onto your headboard for dear life, partially to stop it from banging against the wall. Kaylee was only a few doors down.

Taeyong let out a guttural groan, loving the way your walls squeezed his dick. He had a vice grip on your hips, pounding his lower body into yours. “Shit, feels so good baby. You’re so wet.” Your arousal was dripping all over your thighs and his dick, making it nice and easy for Taeyong to piston in and out of you. The obscene noises of pleasure and skin on skin caught up to you, and you were ready to burst any second now.

“Baby I’m gonna cum” you whined, toes curling in preparation for your orgasm. Taeyong reached around to play with your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and allowed your high to wash over you.

“Oh good girl, I’m right behind you baby” Taeyong praised. He sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before blowing his load inside of you. You whined at the overstimulating feeling, enjoying the sound of taeyong riding out his own high.

He finally pulled out of you, and you both collapsed onto the bed side by side. You caught your breath, and turned to face him. He was already staring at you with sleepy, satisfied eyes. “I love you Tae, thank you. For everything.”

Taeyong caressed your hip. “I love you more baby. Now, let’s go see where Kaylee wants to eat for breakfast before we go to the zoo!”

The end ❤️

[jungle-angel]

One cold, cold night (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob share a beautiful moment when you're finally able to settle in Montana

Warnings: Light smut (18+ ONLY)

You were shivering uncontrollably when you got out of the bath, emerging into yours and Bob's shared bedroom. Your teeth were like machine gun fire, even as Bob pulled your warm flannel pjs off the heater and handed them to you.

"You get in those sweet pea," Bob told you. "I'll get the woodstove going downstairs."

"You sure?"

"Positive," Bob answered assuringly. "I'll load it up so that it'll burn all night and we can reload it in the morning."

You trembled horribly as you dropped your towel and tossed it in the laundry hamper, slipping quickly, first into a fresh set of underwear and then the pale pink and black flannel pjs. It felt like heaven, the warm material heating up your skin which caused goosebumps to rise. It felt good to turn down the thick duvet and the flannel sheets, crawling into the one spot in your house that truly felt like home.

You heard a familiar meow in the hallways as Thunder, the Siamese cat, poked his head in and jumped up onto the bed with you, purring happily as you scratched his pointed ears. Bob returned a few minutes later to crawl in beside you, turning on the tv that was mounted on the wall near the bed.

"Wanna do a Disney movie?" he asked, pulling you close to him.

"Whatcha thinkin?"

"Well," he said. "Since it's snowing and it's already November, I'm thinking, Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Deal!"

You both settled in to watch the movie with Thunder in between you both. The dogs had been crated for the night, kept warm in their kennels as they went to sleep, leaving plenty of time for you and Bob to relax.

"You happy here in Montana (y/n)?" Bob mumbled.

"Of course I am," you answered. "Why?"

"I was just trying not to think about California on the way home from town today," Bob explained. "I know it was a big part of our lives but...."

"But what?"

"Well," Bob sighed. "I keep thinking about the rest of the guys. I worry that they're not gonna make it up here."

You shifted up and kissed your husband sweetly on the lips. "They will," you said, your voice full of promise. "You know they will."

Bob kept hoping so. He knew deep down that moving to Montana was what was best for both you and him. The rest of the squad was beginning to see it too. Hell, he had gotten a FaceTime call from Rooster the other day saying that he and Rusty wouldn't be able to afford the Navy housing and neither would Maverick and Penny who had Amelia and two more little mouths to feed in the house. No one knew what would happen to The Hard Deck either. It broke Penny's heart to even think about it, her livelihood having to be sold to Jimmy in order to make the move. Phoenix and her fiancé Cole didn't have it any easier either, the stress of his frequent missions creeping its way in, even when they weren't that long to begin with.

You moved to straddle Bob's waist so that you were laying on top of him, kissing him deeply along his jaw and down his neck. Your hands roamed up and down each other's bodies with yours slipping under the hem of his pajama shirt and undoing the buttons so that you could kiss his chest.

"Oh baby," he moaned. "You're so good to me."

You smiled into your kiss as you pulled the covers up over the both of you. "We're good to each other Bob," you cooed, kissing him again. "That's all that matters."

And he knew full well that it did and always would.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: after the gauntlet that was the honeymoon fic, i’m back with something shorter and sweet. i’m obsessed with girl dad drei, so that’s actually getting a bit of a focus the next few fics 🥰 again, posting this before i’m off to the isles/tampon bay (not a typo, i’m just a petty, grudge-holding long island gal) game, so give me a little positive energy in the tags!

word count: 3.4k

tw: nothing, just the standard google russian 🥲

summary: mother’s day in the svechnikov home

It’s too early for there to be so much noise in the house, you think briefly and through a haze of exhaustion. You roll onto your side, blinking, and Andrei nudges you and murmurs, “go back to sleep, I got it.”

The mattress dips and shifts as he climbs out of bed, stretching a little before he drops a kiss to the top of your head and pads from the room. You press your face back into your pillow and are nearly back to sleep when Andrei returns, the warm, solid weight of nine-month-old Dimitri placed against your side. Instinctively, you curl your arms around your son and tug the sheet up over his little legs. He quiets almost immediately, stretching his arms and legs out in the starfish position that’s a favorite of all the Svechnikov children, no matter how old they are.

“He should sleep a little longer,” Andrei whispers, running one large hand over the baby’s hair.

“Come back to bed,” you sigh, eyes shut and Dimitri’s little fist held in one of your hands. He smells like baby lotion and milk and it’s one of your favorite scents in the world. There’s a banging sound from downstairs and you wince.

Andrei chuckles a little. “Sleep, I’m going to go see what that is,” he strokes the back of his index finger over your cheek and you’re out before he even leaves the room again.

On his way downstairs, Andrei pokes his head into each girl’s room and once he sees that Alina isn’t in her bed, he has a pretty good idea of what the noise is and what he’s going to find in the kitchen.

Sure enough, there’s your second oldest daughter, pots and pans pulled out from the lower cabinets and a small pile of flour on the floor. Andrei clears his throat and Alina looks up, her hands still in the lower pantry cabinet. She grins at him innocently. “Oh, hiiii daddy,” she singsongs.

“Oh, hiiii Alya,” Andrei mimicks her tone, pressing his lips together so he won’t laugh. “What are you doing?”

The five (and a half! “Don’t forget the half, Daddy!”) year old slowly brings her hands back to her side and looks up at Andrei with his own brown eyes deployed to maximum adorable. “Makin’ breakfast for Mama,” she replies sweetly, with a faint undercurrent of ‘duh, isn’t it obvious?’.

He comes further into the kitchen and leans his forearms against the counter of the island, raising an eyebrow at Alina. She shuffles her feet and twists her fingers in the hem of her Disney Princess pajama tap. “Are you supposed to be trying to cook without me or Mama?” He smiles, just a bit, so she knows she’s not really in trouble. Andrei’s always been a soft-touch when it comes to disciplining the girls.

“No,” she sighs, “but I was gonna get you ‘cause I’m not even tall enough to get a plate out of the cabinet.”

Andrei doesn’t believe her for a second - Alina is nothing if not independent and resourceful. He’s pretty sure she would’ve just found something flat to use as a plate in a cabinet she could reach and call it a day. He starts picking up some of the pots and pans and says, “how about we work together to make Mama syrniki for breakfast in bed?”

“Ooh, yes!” Alina hops around in excitement, bouncing over to tug at Andrei’s shirt. “With bacon and s’berries?”

“Yes, with bacon and strawberries,” Andrei confirms on a laugh. “Do you want to see if Evie wants to help?” He pulls the child-sized stool from the corner and sets it against the island so Alina will be able to see and help.

She scrambles to climb onto the stool and shakes her head. “No! She’s too bossy and I just wanna be with you, Daddy,” she says firmly, pushing messy hair out of her eyes with the backs of her hands. Andrei chuckles and gathers her hair into a little pineapple of a bun on top of her head, securing it with one of the black hair ties he’s gotten used to wearing around his wrist. Between you and three daughters, odds are good that someone will have a hair related emergency around Andrei. Alina beams up at him, “thank you, Daddy! Now I can see.”

“Now you can see,” Andrei laughs. He gathers the ingredients for syrniki - farmer’s cheese, eggs, flour, sugar, and salt - and lines them up on the counter in front of Alina. She taps each ingredient and counts out loud, pleased to show off her skills.

“One, two, three, four, five,” she looks up at Andrei for approval and he nods, smiling.

“Try in Russian,” he says, switching languages so Alina can practice. The girls are mostly fluent, since Andrei, his parents, and Geno all practice with them. “Tell me what each ingredient is.”

Alina squints a little before counting off to five in Russian. She manages to tell Andrei the word for each ingredient in Russian, but gets tripped up by farmer’s cheese.

“Good job, Alya,” Andrei kisses the crown of her head. “Say it after me: fermerskiy syr.”

“Fermerskiy syr,” Alina repeats, mangling the new world a little, but Andrei still praises her attempt. “Can we start now, Daddy?” She’s clearly impatient with the Russian lesson.

He sets the measuring cups and a large metal bowl on the counter and nods, “we can start now, Alya.”

Alina grins and digs into the process, pouring ingredients as Andrei instructs her. She dumps flour in the bowl, getting half of it on the counter and her shirt. “Oops,” she looks up at Andrei with wide, worried eyes.

He brushes the flour from her shirt and then “accidentally” spills some on his own shirt. “Oops!” He mimics her, eliciting sweet, childish giggles. He brushes more flour from her face and she wrinkles her nose at him.

The eggs get cracked into the mix and Andrei picks out a few stray pieces of shell, carrying Alina to the sink and holding her by the waist so she can wash her hands. “Raw eggs can make your tummy hurt,” he explains while she soaps up, “if you eat them, even by accident, so you always have to wash your hands.”

“I know, Daddy,” she sighs, clapping her hands together and getting soap bubbles flying in the air. “Mama telled us that when me an’ Evie wanted cookie dough.”

“Mama’s always right,” Andrei teases and when Alina’s done with her hands, he sets her back on the stool so she can mix the dough. He leans against the counter and watches for the most part, since Alina’s perfectly capable of mixing on her own. She starts telling him a rambling story about magical fairies that he’s pretty sure she’s making up on the spot and his chest fills with love for his girl. The hardest part about hockey is how much time he spends on the road. FaceTiming with you and the kids only goes so far. So he’s grateful that Mother’s Day this year fell on the Sunday between Games One and Two with a Canes’ home ice advantage. If he had to be traveling today, he doesn’t think he’d forgive himself.

“Daddy, are you listening?” Alina huffs, frowning at him and looking remarkably like you. He laughs and smooths his thumb over her eyebrows, erasing the frown.

“Yes, Alya, I’m listening,” he says patiently, hoping she doesn’t ask him to repeat the entire story. Alina opens her mouth, but it’s Evie’s voice that cuts in, “Dad? What are you doing?”

Andrei looks over to the stairs where Evie’s rubbing at her eye with the heel of her palm, hair falling messily out of pigtailed braids, and a confused look on her face. Alina grins at her big sister and explains, “we’re makin’ syrniki for Mama.”

“Oh!” Evie’s face brightens and she looks wide awake now. “Can I help?”

“We finished the batter,” Andrei explains, pulling the bowl away from Alina. “And remember that the next step is to fry them in hot oil, so…”

“Only Mom and Dad fry things,” Evie parrots the refrain you and Andrei had drilled into their heads from the time they started showing an interest in helping in the kitchen.

“Exactly,” Andrei points the spoon in his hand at her. “How about you two put foil on the tray and lay out the bacon? Maybe wash the berries?”

Evie nods and dances to the fridge, pulling out the bacon package and going about her tasks with the confidence only a second grader can muster. She bosses Alina around and Andrei has to step in once or twice when Alina gets annoyed at being bossed around. But for the most part, they work well together as he fries the little cakes in oil and sets them on a paper towel covered plate. He loves seeing their relationship blossom and the way Alina follows Evie around like a little duckling always makes him think of himself and Geno. Evie sighs and shows Alina how to wash the strawberries and Andrei’s throat clogs a little with emotion.

When the syrniki are done and the stovetop is turned off, Andrei claps his hands together and the girls look over at him. “We’re almost ready to surprise Mama,” he grins at their enthusiastic cheering. If you’re not awake yet, you will be soon. “Alya, why don’t you go wake up Kira so she can join us. Evie, can you go down into the basement, behind the toolbox, there’s a big bag with Mama’s gifts from you girls.”

Alina squints at him as Evie darts off to the basement. Andrei squats down to Alina’s eye level and asks, “what’s going on, Alya?”

“What are you gonna be doing?” She cocks her hip, planting her hand firmly on it. With her sagging little bun and strawberry stained pajama top, she looks like a harried mother of a dozen toddlers and Andrei resists the urge to laugh.

“I’m going to get breakfast ready on a tray for Mama,” he explains. “So we can bring it to her in bed.”

Alina nods, clearly happy with his answer. “Okay,” she pats his cheek and skips off, calling behind her, “don’t forget the sour cream!”

Twenty minutes later, Andrei has breakfast plated and on the tray, Evie is holding the shopping bag, and Alina’s back with Kira, having held the three-year-old’s hand while they both slid down the stairs on their butts, the way Evie had taught them. Andrei ushers the girls back up the stairs, all of them moving extremely slowly behind Kira. He probably should have thought this out better, but too late for that now. “Okay,” he whispers outside of the master bedroom door, “we have to go in quietly just in case Mama and Dimka are still sleeping.”

Kira and Alina burst through the door, smacking it against the opposite wall, and Andrei winces. But you and Dimitri are already awake and you gasp in faux-surprise, since your daughters aren’t exactly the quietest humans. Carefully moving Dimitri off of your breast and adjusting your sweater, you grin, “oh my gosh! My favorite girls!”

“S’pise, Mama! S’pise!” Kira screams, grinning and climbing up on the bed.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” Evie says, practically tossing the shopping bag on the bed. Alina crawls into your lap, cooing over Dimitri before planting a smacking kiss on your cheek.

You kiss her back, squishing her cheeks between your thumb and index finger. She wiggles away and nearly kicks at the tray Andrei’s resting on the foot of the bed. “Oh, look, Mama! Daddy and I maded syrniki,” she crows, bouncing to her knees and pointing at the tray. Kira’s already reaching for a strawberry and Evie steals a piece of bacon.

Andrei grins at you, “better get some food before the little myshki nibble it all up.” He leans over to kiss you briefly.

“This looks delicious,” you say, shifting Dimitri in your arms. He squawks in annoyance when Kira rolls over and jostles him. She makes a kissy face at him and just as quickly, he’s giggling. You settle him on the mattress and he grabs for Kira with chubby hands. “Thank you,” you murmur, accepting the mug of coffee Andrei hands you, while lifting and curling your leg so Dimitri is in the reasonably safe position of being enclosed by your leg if he decides to move around. “You guys did such an amazing job.”

“I spilled flour but we cleaned it up,” Alina informs you through a mouthful of sour cream and syrniki. Andrei holds a hand under her chin to catch the falling crumbs.

“That must be my present then,” you deadpan, reaching out to get a forkful of your breakfast. “Oh wow,” you murmur around the mouthful, “that’s really good, Drei.”

He ruffles Alina’s bangs, “all thanks to my sous chef.”

While the kids nibble at breakfast, Evie pushes your presents into your lap. “You have to open the gifts, Mom! Wait until you see what we got you.”

It always makes your heart twinge when Evie calls you ‘mom’, missing the days when your oldest baby called you ‘mama.’ Andrei had nearly cried the first time she called him ‘dad’ instead of ‘papa.’ It’s probably how you ended up with four kids. The second one switches to ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, you need to have another.

Holding a piece of strawberry in front of Dimitri’s face for him to gnaw on, you unwrap your gifts with the other hand. Andrei’s finally sitting on the edge of the bed now, a mug of his own coffee in reach, but Alina’s draped over his lap, eating a piece of bacon and Kira’s standing on the mattress, holding his shoulders, with Andrei’s arm wrapped securely around her legs. Evie’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of the mattress, making faces at Dimitri so he’ll laugh and eating syrniki. There are so many crumbs on the bed.

You open the cards, not exaggerating when you exclaim over the handmade cards from the older two girls, stick figure drawings of you front and center on the covers. Kira and Dimitri contributed scribbles on another card, with their names printed underneath in Andrei’s chicken-scratch. His card - a Hallmark special - makes you cry with its inscription talking about how much you do for the family and how you’re the rock and the glue that keeps everyone together and how much Andrei loves you.

You look up and catch his eye, giving him a wobbly-chinned smile. He mouths ‘I love you’ and pops the dimple.

The pile of gifts include a glitter and paint covered picture frame from Evie complete with a photo of the two of you on the beach from last summer, Alina drapes a macaroni necklace over your head and you’re honestly surprised that this is still a thing kids are making in school but you love it nonetheless, there’s a new Stanley mug in Canes’ red to replace the one Andrei accidentally ran over with his car, a vintage Fleetwood Mac Rumours shirt you’ve been eyeing on eBay, and last but not least, a small black jewelry box that Andrei passes to Evie to give to you.

“Drei,” you murmur, “I really didn’t need anything.”

“I know,” he shrugs one shoulder, trying not to wince as Kira pulls at his hair. “I like spoiling you.”

“Open it, mama!” Alina sighs dramatically and Andrei tickles her, getting her shrieking with laughter and begging him to stop. The other three kids get in on it, laughing and making general noises of insanity. You sit back and watch them for a minute, stroking Dimitri’s soft baby hair and feeling so much love for these crazy people that are all yours.

“Okay, okay,” you call over the noise, “I’m opening my present from Daddy.” You pop the top on the velvet box and gasp a little when you see the necklace. It’s a thin gold chain with five horizontal letters on it. Two As, an E, a K, and a D. The little letters are studded with tiny diamonds and they glitter prettily in the light.

The girls crowd you and ooh and ah over the necklace. “It’s so pretty, Mom,” Evie gently traces one of the letters.

“It’s sparkly,” Alina says, a glint in her eyes. “I like sparkles.”

“Those are Mama’s sparkles, little magpie,” Andrei warns teasingly. He looks up at you, smiling shyly. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you reply, pulling the necklace from the box and dodging small, grabby hands to clasp it around your neck. It’s a shorter chain, so it hugs close to your neck resting at your collarbone. It layers perfectly with the cross you’ve worn every day since Andrei gifted it to you during your honeymoon in Greece. You run your fingers over both pieces, a soft smile playing at your lips. “This is the best Mother’s Day ever, all thanks to my favorite people.” You pull the girls close to you and kiss their cheeks and heads, making dramatic kissing noises so they’ll laugh. Eventually, after they’ve eaten all of your breakfast, they get bored of being in the bed and Alina and Evie roll off the mattress, heading for their rooms, knowing that lunch with the four grandparents is on the schedule for the day.

You’re left alone with Andrei and the two babies. They’re swapped now, Dimitri in Andrei’s lap and chewing on a chubby fist and Kira in your lap, playing with your necklaces. She looks tired and your smooth her hair back from her face while you snuggle her close. “This was so sweet, Drei,” you sigh. “I know you’re thinking about playoffs, but I appreciate everything you did this morning.”

“Solnyshka,” Andrei leans forward, mindful of Dimitri, and cradles your face in his hand. You lean into his touch and his thumb caresses your cheekbone. “You and the kids are the most important thing. I don’t get to play hockey without you here taking care of everything. Breakfast in bed and a few gifts are the least I can do.”

Feeling emotional, you angle your head and kiss the inside of his wrist. “Still. Thank you, my love.”

Andrei’s eyes twinkle and he tilts his chin to the breakfast tray. “I think you missed a gift,” he says and you reach over, pulling a little envelope out from underneath the empty plate.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, you murmur, “what do you have up your sleeve, Mister Svechnikov?” and open the envelope and withdraw a ticket confirmation page. There are little doodles - a sun, a palm tree, beach chairs, two stick figures in a compromising position - around the words and you finally focus on the location. Bora Bora. “What’s this?”

“This year’s vacation,” Andrei grins. “Just us. The parents, all four of them, have agreed to babysit for a week while we soak up some sun in a hut on the water.”

You shake your head at him, in disbelief. “How are you this amazing? How did I get so lucky?” You grin down at Kira. “Your Daddy is my favorite person in the whole world.”

“Me too!” Kira exclaims, lunging for Andrei’s lap. He catches her and laughs, kissing her cheek. She pats his face and frowns at the stubble.

“You deserve it and more, moya koroleva,” Andrei says. His tongue darts out and wets his lower lip. “More will have to wait though,” he bounces the kids on his lap. “When we have a less impressionable audience. For now…” he grabs your ankle and slides your across the sheets, slanting his lips over yours and biting at your lower lip gently. His tongue sweeps inside your mouth, the promise of more rushing through your veins.

And then Dimitri shrieks because Kira’s poked him in the eye and more is absolutely not happening. Andrei swoops Dimitri into his arms and gets off the bed, heading down the hall, and you lift Kira onto your hip and bring her to her own room to get ready. Evie’s singing along to the Alexa in her room and you can hear Alina telling herself a story. The noise echoes around the hallway, delightful chaos.

“Happy Mother’s Day, solnyshka,” Andrei winks at you. You grin back, loving every second.

[petalsrfallen]

AILMENTS

— SHOTA AIZAWA X FEMALE READER (feat eri)

— word count: 915 words

— summary: aizawa has to take care of you and a sick eri

— warnings: mentions of being sick/throwing up, reader is called baby and also referred to as girl

— a/n: wrote this a few years ago when i was sick and wanted more than anything for aizawa to hold and take care of me

— affiliations: @http-404-error-unknown @tokyometronetwork

shota is in his office when you feel the bile rise up your throat. you try to remain calm, heading to the communal kitchen in class 1-A’s dorm. you smile softly at some of the kids who are in the living room, watching tv or doing homework. finally in the kitchen, you get yourself a cup of ice water, taking some sips. you sigh and then feel a tug at your shirt. you look down and see eri looking at you, her red irises are softened and her cheeks are tinged pink.

after rescuing her from kai chisaki, shota took her in. he was hesitant, especially when he asked you if you were okay with the decision. the smile on your face when you heard you’d be raising a child with him could have blinded someone. you couldn’t wait until you actually had a child with your boyfriend someday.

“(y/n)…” eri whispers. “i-i don’t feel good…”

you set your glass of water on the counter and bend down to her level. her horn hasn’t grown recently, so you know that it’s not her quirk making her sick. you place your hand on her forehead.

“oh eri… you’ve definitely got a temperature…” you pick her up in your arms, wobbling as you stand up from your own increasing fever.

“let’s go take a nap together, i’m not feeling well either…” you whisper in her ear, getting another cup of water for her and moving back into the bedroom you share with aizawa.

you lay eri down and hand her the cup of water. “tiny sips honey… i’m going to go find shota, i’ll be right back.”

she nods and takes a sip of the water. you sigh and hold onto the wall as you approach shota’s office. you knock gently on the door. “s-sho?” you whisper.

“come in.” he says.

you crack open the door. he’s sitting on his feet, looking almost like a bird as he stares at his computer screen. “is everything alright?” he asks, not looking at you.

your ears start to ring and your vision tunnels, causing you to rattle the door as you sink to your knees. the noise and lack of response causes shota to turn to you, his eyes widening at your position on the floor. “shit! baby are you okay?”

he rushes out of his chair and onto the floor in front of you, placing his hand on your forehead. “you’re burning up…”

tears form in your eyes as you look up at him, coming back into consciousness. then you hear it, eri throwing up in the room over. sho’s eyes soften. “is eri sick too?”

you nod slowly, reaching for your boyfriend. he scoops you up and kisses your nose. “i’ve got you… i’ll take care of my girls…”

entering the bedroom, you are set on the bench at the end of the bed. eri whimpers. “i-im sorry…” she whispers, tears streaming down her face and snot running from her nose.

“oh eri… it’s alright… (y/n) doesn’t feel good either…” he picks her up out of the soiled bedsheets and sets her on the bench next to you. eri crawls into your arms, allowing you to take a spare hairtie on your wrist and pull back her grey locks.

aizawa strips your bed and puts fresh sheets on. even though this interferes with his day of grading papers and homework, he’s kind of excited to take care of his girls. he steps out of the room for a moment, getting eri a change of clothes from her room. he smiles at the site he returns to; his girls cuddled up on the bench, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and soft breaths escaping their lips.

he gently taps you both awake, turning his back as he hands you eri’s change of clothes. you help her get dressed in a hello kitty nightgown, then place a kiss on her horn.

“alright girls… let’s get in bed now…” shota whispers, turning on the television to disney +.

eri recently discovered the disney princesses, and especially took a liking to rapunzel. she reminded eri of herself, long hair, locked away for most of her life, until she was rescued and shown what life truly was. aizawa puts on tangled and eri stares at the screen with wide eyes. every time she watches it, she’s more excited than the last. he keeps making sure the two of you are taking tiny sips of water to keep hydrated, and when you’re ready, he gets you crackers to snack on. eri gets sick a few more times, but not all over herself or the sheets.

“w-will i ever be able to eat candy apples again?” she whispers as you braid her hair and aizawa wipes her nose and mouth.

you let out a laugh and shota cracks a smile. “of course you will… this will pass soon and you’ll feel better before you know it.”

she seems to relax after hearing that and she finally drifts to sleep, laying in between both you and shouta. you lean over the top of her and press a kiss to aizawa’s forehead.

“thank you for taking care of us baby…” you whisper.

he nods and shrugs. “it was nothing. just make sure you do the same for me when i inevitably catch this.”

you smile and nod. “of course. eri and i will nurse you back to health in no time, like you did for us.”

copyright ©️ petalsrfallen 2021-2023

please do not repost or translate my works without consent, reblogs, likes, & feedback are highly encouraged

[tinyspiderbeat]

inflicting my little ashley agenda upon you allll mwahahaha!!

Little!Ashley Graham Headcanons below!:

- Ashley starting regressing after the events of re4, prefering to be around someone while she regresses though!!

- No one is her set caregiver but she tends to lean more towards Leon when regressed rather than maybe Ada or even Luis.

- She regresses from stress and overstimulation a lot of the time, seen as how i hc her as autistic this just makes some sense to me?

- Her comfort items both big and small are a sort of cuddly pillow and blanket! They’re a matching set of disney princesses sheets (and she will wail when you take them to wash them)

- Ashley doesn’t have a set little age!! She can regress to maybe around 2 then back up to like.. 17 in a matter of hours, it just depends on how she’s feeling that day or how the day is going for her.

- She gets a lot of nightmares, waking up in tears as Leon practically bursts into the room and scoop her up in his arms. He knows the nightmares, he rarely asks her to tell him about them, it sends her into a panic more.

- Leon holds an older brother role to her, she follows him like a little ducking much like she did in spain, aside for all the hiding and killing- yk? When Leon does catch her following him he turns and ruffles her hair, then goes back to whatever he was trying to do but slower so little ash can catch up.

- Her room is stuffed full of stuffed animals, little hanging baskets everywhere with small plushies or theyre all stacked on her bed. (She crawls under them to sleep, its like a big blanket to her)

- After coming home from Spain she spend a good couple days regressed and clinging to Leon, her mind telling her it wasn’t the best idea of go of the man who literally saved her from being sacrificed over and over again. (He didn’t seem to mind, cuddling her as much as she wanted.)

I’ll def add more to this when i think of them!!

[cg-saturn]

as someone with a hard time voluntarily regressing, do you have advice?

the last time i tried it took me three hours and five coloring pages and a whole season of bluey </3

all the websites i looked at were like "get your paci" a=but i don't have any gear to make me feel small

Hey kiddo!

I know it can be hard to regress sometimes for whatever reason- maybe you've been too stressed, too busy, or just having a little block the same way artists or writers sometimes have. But I promise, you are still a valid little even if you struggle with regression at times.

Regression can come in so many different ways for people that it can be hard to give a definitive answer of how to make regression easier for you specifically, but I do know for some people who don't have the ability to own gear for any reason (living or financial situations) it can be even harder. So Star and I decided to come up with a little list of activities that can help with both! If anyone has any ideas or questions, please reblog and we'll add/answer what we can!

For kiddos who don't have gear because of living situations-

Legos- these are a great toys that can be bought in "adult" type sets, and many people don't question having Legos as a hobby no matter what age you are! Make yourself a little castle, or your own creations!

Magnets- I've always loved playing with magnets! You can get packs of bead magnets for fidgits and sounds, or even just play with the invisible force between two refrigerator magnets!

Playdough/slime - you can buy it or look up some easy at home recipes! Make it your favorite color, and add some glitter or beads to it for a textured play!

Tangles/figdgit toys- I've always loved fidgit toys, but some of them can secretly act as chewies/pacis too depending on textures!

Childhood movies- now that streaming is more avalible, it's pretty easy to access some movies from our childhoods! Personally I love the old animation of Disney movies, but there's also Scooby-Doo and all sorts of other cartoon network shows on hbo and Netflix!

Stuffie party- gather all of your pals and make a big circle on your bed or the floor, and enjoy their company! Ask them about their days, what did they get up to while you were out?

Kids apps- im planning to make a larger post about these in the future, but there are tons of apps that can help the regression process, and it's easier to hide if you're scared of people finding out.

Agere blogs- this one is kind of silly, but I think sometimes it can help a lot to scroll through some blogs that post outfit boards and soft little things! It can help to know you're not alone in your regression too, and maybe you can meet some friends who will help you in the future!

For kiddos who don't have gear because of financials-

Baby Einstein YouTube- if you don't remember Baby Einstein, it used to be a DVD series on learning for kids! They've moved to YouTube, and you can listen to various songs and watch different shapes and colors, it's very relaxing! You can do the same with clips from shows like sesame street.

Tell a story / madlibs- making things up and being creative is a great way to open your little mind. Telling a story about the unicorn who lives in the woods, or making up a silly madlib about the purple horse who jumped the tree. Make up the silliest story you can, don't worry about it making any sense, that's the whole fun of it!

Kids music- you can find playlists on YouTube and spotify for kids music! You can go from instrumental to learning songs like "wheels on the bus"!

Play with textures- at work we have sensory buckets for the kids. Put sand or rice or glitter in a bowl, mix in some beads, bells, cotton balls, or whatever other fun textured things you have around. Just put your hands in it and explore! Take time to touch every texture, try to focus on objects like it was your very first time seeing it!

Blanket fort- take the pillows off the couch, move your kitchen chairs around, take off your sheet if you need to! Make yourself a little oasis, snuggle up, and enjoy the small feelings!

I spy / where's Waldo games- you can play with books, apps, or even just with a friend in real life! I love to play with Star, it puts them in little space almost immediately as they frantically search for "something orange"!

Wear mismatched clothes- I've always believed that matching socks are bad luck in general, but I also think there's something about not having high fashion can help regression tons! Don't worry about the stereotypes of pigtails and overalls, wear those silly leggings and the oversized t-shirt with holes in it! Wear a sock up to your knee and one down to your ankle if that's what feels right! Clothes deserve to be a comfortable reflection of how you feel!

Remember, Littlespace is just like any other mindset. It doesn't matter what you do or don't have, as long as you're enjoying some childlike wonder again. You're just a lil kiddo! That's all it comes down to. Remind yourself that you're valid for healing your inner child and letting yourself enjoy things, you deserve to be a little angel again. Do things just because you want to, just because you're curious, just because it looks good, soft, whatever. Being a kid is learning everything for what feels like the first time no matter how many times you've learned it before. You deserve to experience things for the first time again, to relax, and to heal.

Sending love and always wishing you the best!

Pippi Saturn 💕

[revasserium]

people I'd like to get to know better

thank u for tagging me @bby-deerling <3 it was so fun reading all ur answers and i def wanna get to know u better too!!! i just... haven't been online as much lately (っ◞‸◟ c)

Last song: ???

so. actually. i don't RLY listen to music much on a daily (or even weekly??) basis if at all??? I KNO. it's wild. bc i mainly listen to audiobooks/podcasts when i'm commuting or just like chilling doing chores. my latest audiobook was actually an audible original drama called henrietta & eleanor which was a modern retelling of the og classic jekyll and hyde by robert louis stevenson. i hope??? that kinda sorta counts???

Favorite color: pink!!!!!!

what can i say? im a barbie/disney princess girlie at heart. and also physically -- everything i own is pink. i have 4 custom keyboards and they are all pink

Last Movie: the boy and the heron

my bf and i actually went to see this in theaters when it came out in nyc! super amazing, highly recommend; i've a deep love of animated films, from ghibli to pixar and everything in between so !!!

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: spicy/savory

i love spicy food. i love hot cheetos, i love anything that makes my whole face feel like it's going to melt off... well, my face.

Relationship Status: happily taken <3

my bf and i are actually closing in on our 3yr anniversary! i feel very lucky to have snagged possibly the last good man in all of nyc sdlkfjsdslskdf he cooks, he's supportive, he runs me baths when i tell him im stressed, he brings me wine when im sitting in those baths lol, he indulges in all my weird hobbies; i constantly am like AM I DOING ENOUGH IN RETURN??? but he assures me that i am <3 this is the first bf i've ever had in my life, and honestly hopefully the last! i consider myself very very lucky to have found someone i love so deeply. but also, i was never interested in dating until i met him so... i guess sometimes the hallmark movies do get it right!

Last thing I googled: french linen duvet cover

im trying to live my dreams of having a fully french-linen bed set; so far, i've got the fitted sheet and pillow cases. i just need the duvet cover !!! but sweet baby jesus french linen is EXPENSIVE.

Current Obsession: handmade press-on nails

OKAY listen;;; there was a stand in ktown in nyc that had them and i passed by and got some on a whim??? they kinda slap???? like i don't have to pay 100+ dollars to get single color gels done at a salon, and have sUPER cute designs!!! i think u can get them on etsy too but im in love !!!

tagging: @violettduchess @skiagrafia @dira333 @jamesbparker

[sissy-feminized-into-ballerina]

Sister’s Reaction

“What’s that? My little brother’s secretly been playing dress up whenever he thinks he has the house to himself?

You’ve been dressing up in my clothes?

Wearing my knickers?

Stretching my leotards?

Now that I’ve discovered your secret you hope I’ll go clothes shopping with you?

You want me to start calling you Amy?

You hope I’ll treat you like a real sister?

You want me to use she/her pronouns for you?

All the time?

You’ve known you wanted to be a girl since nursery?

You’ve been building up a collection of girls’ toys and clothes for years using the pocket money from your paper round?

You would like me to show you how to apply makeup?

You want to paint your nails?

You want to grow out your hair?

When that’s done you want me to show you how to braid it?

You hope mum will accept you as her second daughter rather than her first and only son?

You think your male friends at school and on the football team are rude and mean?

You won’t mind losing them if they don’t accept you?

You hope mum will agree to transfer you to an all-girls school?

You hope they will let you wear a girl’s uniform?

Including a gingham pinafore dress in the Summer?

You hope you’ll make new friends at your new school?

After 4 years on your current school’s football team you want to throw that all away so you can join the local ballet studio with your big sis?”

You want to donate your cleats and other football gear in general to Goodwill so a real boy can appreciate them?

You want me to take you to the dancewear store in town where I can use my loyalty card to get you great discounts on leotards, tights, slippers and tutus?

You want me to hold your hand when we enter for reassurance in case someone is mean towards you?

You adore the blue leotard I’m wearing but hope to find one of your own in pink?

You intend to use all your saved-up birthday money on buying the biggest, pinkest tutu the shop sells?

You’ll practice your dance moves everyday rain or shine until you’re good enough to take part in the studio’s dance recital later this Autumn?

You don’t mind that this will involve dancing in public in a tutu?

Possibly in front of your old friends if they’re there to watch their own sisters perform?

You hope I’ll invite you to my friends’ next sleepover party so you can get to to know them?

You don’t mind that you’ll be the youngest one there meaning you’ll be treated like the group doll?

You think you can convince the older girls there to watch girly cartoons with you?

You’ve been getting up super early recently so you can watch episodes of Sofia the First while we’re all fast asleep?

Your favourite episode was the one where she met Snow White?

Snow White’s your favourite princess even though you haven’t seen all the other Disney movies yet?

You want to make sweeping changes to your bedroom upstairs?

You want to repaint your bedroom walls pastel pink?

You want to stick floral decals onto them?

You like the funny shape of your racing car bed but want to replace your current F1 racing stripe sheets with a Snow White comforter set?

You want to cover your new bed in soft animal toys so you won’t feel alone and frightened in the dark at night?

You want to sell all your action figures and boy legos to make shelf space for your secret stash of Barbie dolls and Lego Friends sets?

You want to replace that Scalextric dad got you with a doll’s house for your Barbies?

You hope I’ll play ‘dollies’ with you even though I outgrew mine years ago?

You’re going to write a letter asking Santa for all the animated Barbie and Disney Princess movies for Christmas this year so you can complete your collection?

You want me to go see the new live action Barbie movie starring Margot Robbie with you when it comes out in cinemas?

You hope a doctor will put you on hormone blockers when you’re old enough so you won’t get mutilated by the effects of puberty against your will?

You’re so excited I found out your secret since now you can be the girl you’ve always wanted to be?

I really can’t believe any of this…

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[liminalmemories21]

Hi Lim! Here's a little dialogue prompt for you:

"Quick! Under here!"

There’s a pillow fort in the middle of the living room that definitely wasn’t there when he left for work this morning. He walks around it admiring its structural integrity, and wonders vaguely if there are any blankets or sheets left in the house to sleep on tonight.

There’s a telltale loud whisper from the staircase that quickly gets shushed and he pretends he hadn’t heard it, continuing to examine the pillow fort, looking for the entrance.  There’s a circle of books around the outer edge that he’s pretty sure is supposed to be a moat, and this is officially the most elaborate pillow fort he's ever seen, and Andrew is going to throw an epic fit when they have to dismantle it.

He doesn't blame Jonah.  They’d woken him up at 7 am this morning and dumped Andrew on him when his camp had called to say that a sewer main had broken overnight and the camp was currently a hazmat site. He’s intensely grateful Andrew's camp is outside the 126 jurisdiction or TK would probably have been there dealing with it.

Still Jonah was on spring break and it had poured all day, and in his experience anything you need to do to get through a rainy day with an 8 year old  without tearing your hair out is acceptable. He’d expected to come home to find they'd watched Disney and eaten popcorn and candy all day, a kind of historically accurate pillow fort taking over the living room is actually pretty incredible.

There’s another loud whisper that indicates he’s not doing what he’s supposed to be doing, namely setting himself up to be ambushed on his way up the stairs.  He grins and loudly looks around the living room, proclaiming, “Guess there’s nobody home, I’ll just have to go upstairs all by myself “

There’s a giggle and a snort from the top of the staircase and he grins, slowly, deliberately making his way up the stairs. He gets tackled as soon as he hits the landing and goes down into a pile of pillows - thank you Jonah - under the flying weight of a determined 8 year old. He lets out an oof at the elbow to his spleen and disentangles himself from his bag and turns the tables, tickling Andrew until he eels out of the clutches of Carlos's fingers running down the hall squealing with hilarity. He hoists himself up and gives chase. Halfway down the hall Jonah sticks an arm out to pull Andrew into the guest room. "Quick!  Under here!"

Jonah’s leaning innocently in the doorway by the time Carlos gets there.  He smirks.  "Hey Carlos, good day?"

He grins at Jonah. "I was looking for an outlaw who waylaid me on my way home. You haven’t seen him have you?"

There’s a loud giggle from under the bed behind Jonah.  Jonah shakes his head sadly, "Sorry don't know who you're talking about. Maybe you should check in one of the other rooms?"

Carlos raises an eyebrow, and wonders what other ambushes have been set up for him.  Jonah shrugs and inclines his head meaningfully in the direction of the master bedroom.

He steps into his and TK's bedroom a little cautiously, not seeing any immediate changes, and then whirls when the door slams closed behind him, and he hears the sound of two bodies sliding down to hold it closed.  He hears the garage opening, which means TK's home, and he goes ahead and changes while he waits for whatever the next act of this play is going to be.

He doesn't have to wait long.  There's a low exclamation as TK discovers the living room blanket fort, and then a louder one when he gets to the landing with the pile of pillows and Carlos's abandoned bag, and then he can hear TK clearly through the door.

"We're holding Dad hostage," Andrew tells him.

He can picture the look on TK's face.  "Congratulations on trapping the wily Dad beast."  

There's a pause and then Jonah prompting, "Maybe ask your Pops if he wants to ransom your Dad."

Carlos grins helplessly, and TK obediently says.  "Is there anything you'd be willing to take in ransom for Dad?"

"PIzza!" Andrew says gleefully.  "And ice cream sundaes."

TK hmms.  "On a weekday?  I don't know, that seems like an awfully steep price for one Dad."

He bangs on the door.  "Hey!  I can hear you, you know."

TK and Jonah both snort.  Andrew sounds contemplative.  "We could get broccoli on the pizza, that's like having a salad."

He hears TK's cough of laughter, and leans against the wall to see what TK's counter offer will be.  "How about we let Jonah pick the pizza, but you have to eat your salad before you can have the pizza."

"And sundaes," Jonah bargains.

"Yes, sundaes," he calls from behind the door, and hears TK's contemplative hmm, and bangs on the door again.  "I'm not worth a little fudge sauce?"

"I don't remember that in the wedding vows," TK says, but he's laughing.  And then Carlos hears Andrew getting picked up, and his laughter as TK swings him around.  "Yes, and ice cream sundaes."

Jonah stands to let him out, shaking his head.  "Your husband drives a tough bargain, wasn't sure he was gonna cave on the sundaes."

He leans in, "I'll let you in on a secret."  Jonah tilts his head.  "TK will always cave on sundaes."