#I'm more of a big plushie guy

[yihsch]

Turns out sometimes smol plushies are also good.

[sweetcalebb]

Caleb finds mc's smut collection PLEASE 🤤

Caleb finds your smut collection! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 3k

a/n: oh my god??? i just started writing and didn't stop. if this isn't what you wanted (i went overboard, not exactly what you envisioned, smut isn't long enough, too much smut, etc) feel free to DM me or just give another anon request! 🫶🏻 (don't be shy, i won't get butthurt)

"Jeez, Caleb! You're only staying the weekend. What are you carrying in here?" you huff, your face pinching with effort as you try to lift his bags.

Caleb laughs. "I told you, you don't have to help me, Pips." Before you can argue, the bags are floating out of your arms and trailing after Caleb. "I have a gravity evol for a reason."

You frown, settling with just carrying the small duffel bag that was left. "I wanna be useful."

"You're very useful." He eyes you, smiling. "You're carrying my duffel bag."

You roll your eyes and walk past him. "Yeah, okay."

You lead him to your apartment and he's making light conversation with him on the way, but you're only half-listening. Having Caleb here, in your space, is a little unnerving.

It's not that you don't want him here, he's just..—

He's just Caleb.

The guy that makes your heart beat so fast you think he might hear it if he tries hard enough. The guy that's so overwhelming you think you might drown in him if you let yourself.

You let him in and drop his stuff on the floor next to your couch where he'll sleep for the next few days.

You offered your room before he got here, but he was very adamant about taking the couch.

"I know it's not super big.. but I hope you can make yourself comfy."

Caleb tilts his head at you and squints. "I've been here already. Besides," he sinks down into the sofa, "I'm always comfy as long as you're here."

Your heart stutters. "Thank you.."

For a minute, neither of you guys speak. Just stare at each other like you're both dying to say something else, but won't.

Then you take a small breath. "Do you want something to drink?" He hasn't answered, but you're already making your way to the kitchen.

Caleb chuckles. "Sure. You're a little on edge, huh?"

You huff. "No, I'm not."

"Alrighttt."

He glances around, taking everything in like it's his first time here. It's cleaner. Cozier. Did you fix your apartment up just for him?

His eyes linger on your room.

The door is half-way open. He can't help but wonder if anything in there has changed. If anyone else has been in there.

You’re halfway to the kitchen when you gasp. “Wait—do you want the snacks I bought? I left them in my car—oh my God.”

Caleb tears his away from your door to look at you. You're all wide-eyed and smiley, like you're so proud of buying him those snacks.

So, of course, he nods, even if he doesn't want to inconvenience you. “Yeah. Of course. Want me to come with you?" He's about to stand when you shake your head.

"No! I’ll be back in like, two seconds—don’t move!” You’re already grabbing your keys and slipping on shoes, muttering under your breath about how you knew you were forgetting something.

And then the door clicks shut behind you.

Caleb smiles to himself. Cute.

The room is quiet again. His gaze drifts back toward your room. He hesitates. He shouldn't.

But... you said to make himself comfy, right?

Caleb stands up, slowly making his way over. He takes a small step in, and instantly it hits him. You.

Your whole apartment smells like you; he caught that unmistakable sweetness when he first came in, but it's stronger in your room. It's different. Softer. More lived-in.

He curiously glances around.

Your bed is made, plushies organized in a neat little row across your pillows, extra blankets folded at the edge of your bed.

Nothing is out of place.

It makes him think you wanted him to come in.

His eyes drift across the room, then they land on your bookshelf. It's lined with cute, colorful titles. But something catches his eyes and he stops.

Some look a little… suggestive.

He laughs to himself.

You wouldn't, would you? Surely, he would know if you sat in your room late at night, reading porn in print.

Caleb hesitates before stepping toward your shelf. He grabs the first book he sees and flips through the pages.

So far, so good.

Until—

Quietly, he reads the line that made him stop, "I would go to hell and back if it meant I got to..." his eyes widen as he continues, "fuck you raw again—Jesus."

Maybe it was a fluke.

Caleb gently puts it back. He knows how much your books mean to you—how you hate them to dent or fold, so he's careful.

He grabs another and flips through that one as well. And surely enough, he finds another page full of filthy lines. "A gun in your—"

Caleb has to pause.

No way.

No way this is what's sitting on your shelves looking all cute and innocent when they're anything but.

"A gun in your pussy certainly is traumatizing... but only because—Okayyy." Caleb quickly shuts the book, his head swimming.

You've pictured this stuff before. The thought hits him like a truck.

He knows he should stop now, but he can't help but grab another one. He doesn't read this one out loud. But he pictures it. Pictures you imagining this scene.

He takes a second to skim the pages, his eyes widening with each line. "The fuck?" he breathes. "He isn't even fucking her here. He's just..."

This is the stuff you like? Do you want someone to fuck your thighs like this?

When you told Caleb you read a lot, he assumed it was something like cool fantasy, maybe something with dragons or elves.

Not smut books that were a mess of highlighted lines—all of which he assumed were your favorite parts.

"Caleb?"

Caleb turns, book still open in his hand. He should close it, save you the mortification of knowing that he's read what you've pictured before. But the thought of seeing your cute face when you realize urges him to stay there, smiling.

"Hey, Pips."

You slowly walk into your room.

You're about to ask what he's doing, then you see what he's holding.

Your eyes dart to your bookshelf, like you need any more convincing that Caleb is actually reading your smut book. And there it is, the little gap between your books.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

You drop the snacks you brought back and lunge at him. "What the hell are you doing?!" you hiss, desperately trying to snatch the book back, but all you're doing is hugging his chest with one hand, while you try and fail to reach your book with the other hand.

Caleb laughs. "Hey, hey! I'm not judging. I'm just surprised."

“I swear to God, give it back—please!”

"He grunts. I gasp. The first glide of his cock between my thighs is choppy, too rough. Unlubricated."

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you hear him actually reading the filth in your book.

"Caleb!" you shriek.

But he doesn't stop. No, he keeps reading, a wild grin spreading across his face as he does. "But then his thrusts slide up, where he made me plenty wet just minutes ago. 'Jesus, you feel—'"

"Stop! Oh my god! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, c'mon. This is your favorite part. You highlighted it twice and put little hearts around it."

He clears his throat, and you feel everything in you curl up and die of embarrassment as he starts again, "He is fucking me. Not the way I want him to, maybe, but his head bumps on my clit on every push."

You know it's no use trying to grab your book, so you just slap his chest instead while you beg him to stop.

"I can feel the hot length of him against my folds, and it's good enough for me to beg for it."

Before he can read any more, you manage to snatch the book back. But Caleb's already seen all the things you read about. The things you think about.

You can't look at him. You immediately turn away, face burning and chest tight as you rush to your bed, shove your book in you drawer, and hide under the blankets like that might undo the last 2 minutes.

Most of your plushies bounce to the floor, but you can't bother to pick them up right now.

"You're never allowed in here again," you mutter.

Caleb softens, quietly padding over to your bed to sit down beside you. "Hey—I'm sorry. That was mean."

"Yeah," you bite out. "You're an asshole."

There's an awkward silence that makes you wish you hadn't invited Caleb over in the first place. Then, quietly, he asks, "Is... that what you're into?"

You feel your face burning hotter and you pull your sheets higher over your face. "No!" you quickly shout, even if you're not entirely sure. In theory, it all sounds nice. But actually doing it?

"It's just something I read," you defend. "It doesn't mean I would actually.."

There's another silence. You still want to die—maybe you will. But then Caleb speaks again.

"We could try it, you know? If you want."

Your stomach drops.

Was he being serious? The tips of your ears are red now and you'd cover those too if you weren't already suffocating under your blankets.

"What..?" You glance over your shoulder. Just slightly—just enough to see him. The blush on his cheeks makes you feel slightly better. It means you're not the only one who's affected.

"We could do... that if you wanted to."

You sit up, your lips parted in disbelief. "Are you—Caleb, you can't just say things like that."

Your frustration comes bubbling back up. If this was another one of his jokes, it was mean. Meaner than him reading your smut out loud.

"I'm being serious," he says.

You hesitate.

This can't be real.

You stare at him, trying to gauge whether he's messing with you or not. His eyes are dark, his hand curling into your sheets like he's trying not to reach out and touch you.

"I'd do anything you want, Pips."

Heat curls low in your stomach.

"You'd do the whole.." you clear your throat, still embarrassed, "thigh thing?"

"If it's what you wanted." Caleb's breath hitches slightly, as he leans forward. "Is it?"

You give him a weak, embarrassed nod. And that's all it takes. He crashes his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He doesn't go slow, or try to ease into it—it's all need.

You sigh, blindly nudging your blankets off and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, your thighs, your boobs. It's like he needs every inch of your body burned into his palms.

Slowly, his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.

You gasp, your hips jumping underneath him. "Wait—"

Caleb pauses. "What? Do you not want this any—"

"No!" You instinctively wrap your arms tighter around his neck. “No, that's not..— It's just.. You don't.. need to do that."

Caleb furrows his brows, and softly, you whisper, "I'm already..."

Caleb lets out a shuddering breath before leaning in to kiss you again, making easy work of your clothes. "From what? From me teasing you? Or telling you I'd do it?"

You let out a breathless whine when you felt the cool air hit your skin. "Both."

Caleb groans, gently easing back on his heels to look at you. "Fuck. You're so pretty." He runs his hands up your side, drinking in every little shudder and twitch. "I don't tell you that enough."

Your face flushes. You feel like you should thank him or compliment him back, but he's already flipping you onto your stomach.

You suddenly feel a little self-conscious. "I'm sorry if I'm not—"

"Mm-mn." He cuts you off, cupping your ass and giving it a light squeeze. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Like he has to prove it, he leans down and kisses the small of your back. It's sweet. Reverent. Then he dips lower, lips trailing over the swell of your ass.

The feeling makes you squirm, but you don't pull away.

"Understand?"

But you don't answer; your head is spinning.

He nips at the plush skin of your ass when he doesn't hear anything. "Tell me you understand. I need you to, Pips. Because if you ever think you are anything less than perfect—"

"I understand," you breathe.

Caleb rolls his tongue over the spot he bit as a small sorry. "Good." Then he pulls back again, and your heart leaps in your throat when you hear the sound of his zipper.

You wiggle nervously, burying your face in your pillow. And when you finally feel him nudge against the cleft of your ass, you nearly whine. He's so big.

You shudder, your hand curling in your sheets. "Caleb.."

"You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nod, biting your lip when he finally slides himself between your legs. He's leaking.

He grinds once and nearly moans.

"Oh, shit." Caleb's voice breaks. "I might not last long." He bends down, gripping your hip with one hand while he braces the other near your head. "But I promise I'll make you cum."

You flutter at his promise and instinctively push your hips back, forcing him to drag himself along your heat again. The feeling makes every cell in your body scream for more.

Caleb starts slow, but small little sighs keep spilling past his lips. "Like this?" he asks, his cock rocking against you perfectly. "Hm? Is this how they did it?"

You don't even remember the book anymore, you just nod and grasp the hand that's next to your head.

"Yes," you moan into your pillow. "Yes, just like that!"

His groans fill your ears as he sets a steady pace, fucking into the space between your thighs like it's the best thing he's ever had.

Meanwhile, you're a mess. Dripping down your thighs and coating his cock every time he pushes forward. When you imagined this, you thought it would feel good, but this? This is something else entirely.

"Caleb—oh, God—" your voice stutters as your hip clumsily jerks back against his.

"Hah—! Yeah? This feel nice?" He presses his back against yours and starts giving you quick, shallow thrusts. You think you might actually cry now from how mind-numbing the friction is.

"Oh, fuck! Please—No, no, no—Too quick!"

You try to stay still, to force your orgasm back down, but your thighs are trembling, squeezing him.

"Fuck. But it feels so good, doesn't it?"

You squirm. "Caleb! I don't want to cum yet!"

You're seconds away from losing it—you feel it, the heat coiling too tight. Too hot. And just when you think you're going to cum, Caleb wrenches himself away with a huff.

You almost let out a little cry, relief flooding your chest.

Caleb breathes shakily as he slides his hand down your waist, watching your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"You're a mess," he says, eyeing the soaked sheets and the small tremble of your hands like it's a piece of art.

"Fuck..." He slowly drags his hand down your back, his touch making you clench. "I really wanted to see you cum."

"'Mm sorry," you whisper.

Caleb shakes his head, even if you don't see it and dips his hand between your legs. "Don't say sorry. It's cute how much you don't want this to be over yet." He slides his fingers through your slicked bundle of nerves and your body twitches.

"Ah! Caleb..!"

Caleb groans in response, firmly pressing his fingers against you. "You're so sensitive." He gently wiggles his fingers, listening to the wet squelch. "If I touch you, even a little more, you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

You nod helplessly.

Caleb pauses, his fingers stilling in your wet heat just for a second. "Fuck."

He should stop. Should let you set the pace, but he can't. You feel too good. He slides his fingers in slow circles.

"I need to make you cum, pips... Let me. Please let me."

When you whine, he lets out a strained sound, like he's seconds away from breaking.

"I promise we can go again if it isn't enough, just let me feel it once."

"Okay," you murmur, your breath shaky against the fabric of your pillow.

Caleb hovers over you again the instant you give him the okay. "Fingers or cock?" he breathes, too eager to even bother with proper sentences.

"Cock," you whimper, cheeks warming at the way you say it without a second thought.

Slowly, Caleb slips between your thighs again. He bites his lip, giving you the eager, snappy thrusts you liked so much.

You're already shaking again, clinging to your sheets as he rubs that perfect little spot over and over. "Fuck—Hah—! Caleb!"

"Do it."

Your orgasm rips a sinful cry from your throat. You didn't expect it to happen so fast or for it to feel so good. And maybe, if you weren't so fucked out, you might feel embarrassed, but all you feel is bliss.

Caleb groans at the same time, thick ropes of cum shooting across your chest and stomach. He'd been holding it a while, but somehow willed himself to wait for you. So when you finally start to cry and gush on him, he can't hold back anymore.

You collapse into the mattress, sweat clinging to your body, your arousal dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.

Caleb shakes above you, his breath fanning across your neck. His grip on your hips loosen, but he never moves his hand. He can't.

For a while, neither of you says anything.

Just lay there, completely spent.

Twitching with the aftershock of your guy's orgasms until finally, Caleb gently rolls over and pulls you with him.

You instantly melt into it, lazily snuggling into his side.

"I... I totally get why you read all that now." Your cheeks burn, but you don't say anything. Just press yourself closer. Then he continues, "We should... recreate... every scene from your books."

You purse your lips together as you shake your head. "You're not allowed to touch my books. Ever."

Caleb's head snaps toward you, hair mussed and eyes sparkling with contentment. "What?!" he pants. "But something so good just came out of that."

You glance up at him, eyes glossy and lips pulled into a soft smile. “Mmm… I'll think about it."

Caleb scoffs and tosses his head back against the pillows. "Fine… Did I at least do it right?"

You nod weakly. "That was really good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Another Clone Danny x batfam au, Danny was also full dead before he's shoved into a clone body, but it's not really relevant in this part.

[Pt2: here]

Danny isn't a hundred percent sure how he got here. Last thing he remembered was running away from the GIW and his parents. They got a lucky shot on him, and he was losing ectoplasum fast. He's pretty sure he was about to fully End. He remembers being mildly amused over his parents' inventions killing him twice, before it all goes dark.

He woke up as a baby. A clone baby by the looks of his environment, an underground lab(?). His creator(?) is staring at him as if he's a miracle, and given the fancy sci-fi screen thingy (a tablet? Or ipad? He's not sure how he knows these terms) in front of the cloning tank say "attempt 99", he probably is this guy's miracle.

Danny doesn't see anyone else around, and this guy, a teenager about Jazz's age (?), seems happy on a personal level to see Danny wiggling in the tank. So it's not likely he was forced to do this. Whatever this is..

"I did it...? Holy shit! I did it!" The teen cheers before freezing, "I'm a parent now.. I did not think this through... welp, I'm a parent now."

The guy checks his vitals before draining the tank. Danny is handled as if he's the most precious, yet breakable thing in the world to this kid.

"Hello, I'm Tim, your dad, I guess." The kid, Tim, introduces himself, and Danny giggles at him because if Danny was a normal baby, he'd have no idea what he was saying. "You're the clone of my dead best friend. He was half kryptonian. I promise to do my best to help you learn your powers and culture. I'll break into Clark's ice fortress if I have to to do it."

Danny has no idea what any of that means, but Tim seems determined, so Danny isn't too worried. He's more worried about the power thing. Are they going to be completely different from his old ones? Does he still have access to his ghost powers?

His little baby body can't handle his big emotions, and he starts crying. Tim panics, checking for mess, before realizing he doesn't have baby supplies. He clearly didn't think his cloning attempt would work with how unprepared he is. And that's valid if Danny really is his 99th attempt.

Tim bundles Danny up and rushes them to the nearest store that has baby supplies. Danny is clothed and fed promptly and given a wolf plushy. Danny isn't sure about the wolf thing, but the stuffie does sooth his baby instincts, so he rolls with it.

"Alright, baby. I... I didn't think of a name for you. I originally was trying to make a clone closer to Kon's age and figured they could name themselves, like Kon did." Tim sighs, slightly rocking Danny in his arms. "Man, I must seem insane talking to a baby. A baby I made because I couldn't deal with one more person in my life being dead or gone."

Danny notes the interesting wording.

"Okay. Can you understand me at all? I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to a year old's level, but that doesn't mean your baby brain absorbed any of the info."

Ooooh, that explains why he knows things that didn't exist where he's from.

Danny blows spit bubbles and attempts to nod. It's a bit hard, his baby muscles not developed enough for the action. Tim understands, though.

"Okay, okay." Tim looking both scared and relieved. "How about you pat me once for yes and twice for no? At least for now. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Danny lightly smacks a hand to Tim's face. They both giggle over it.

"Alright, so I'm going to list off names, and you can tell me yes or no, okay?" One pat. "Okay, let's see."

Danny wonders if he can get a new name that can still let him have Danny as a nickname.

"Jasper" No

"Darin" No

"Dugu" No??

"Presh?" No! Tim? Where are you getting these names??

"Ratan" No

"Cicil" No

"Matthew" No

"Theo?" No

"Alihan" No

"Atiya" Nope

"Tesher" No

"Senai" No

"Uuum... Habwat?" No

"Geoffrey" No

"Amari?" Nope

"Jordan" ... huh, technically could get Danny from that, but still. No.

"Riley?" No

"Drew?" Nope

"Nova" Oooo so tempting, but no

"Esteban" Nope

"Izar" No

"Aedan?" You know what, good enough. That's Danny's new name.

Tim looks misty eyed when Danny finally agrees to a name.

"Alright, welcome to the world, Aedan Drake." Danny blows bubbles at him. "We'll visit adding Kent and getting you a proper kryptonian name when you can actually speak and understand what those names mean. Kon's human name was Conner Kent, and his kryptonian name was Kon-El. It translates to abomination of the house of El. He was a clone of Kal-El and wasn't treated well for it. I won't let the Els treat you as they treated him."

Tim looks pissed on his friend's behalf and cradles Danny protectively.

"The Els don't matter anyways. You will always be a Drake. And Drakes protect what they claim with viciousness." He kisses Danny's forehead. He then moves to the fanciest computer Danny has ever seen, and with the hand not supporting Danny's body, starts designing what appears to be a bulletproof and stabproof baby carrier. "I should have waited til after I finish hunting for clues to get Bruce, he's my adoptive father, out of the timestream. My siblings think I'm crazy, which creating a clone isn't helping my case over, but I know he's alive. I found evidence, just not enough to prove it to them."

Danny starts nodding off. Tim's ramblings are soothing and his hold gentle, Danny's tiny baby body doesn't stand a chance at staying awake. He's sad he's missing out on all the dad lore because of it.

Once the carrier is ready, Tim starts going out and taking Danny with him. Danny is actually pretty safe on these outings. The carrier is bulletproof, stabproof, has tinted bulletproof glass so Danny can get sun without people seeing him, it's temperature controlled, well ventilated, and has plenty of cushion. Seriously, Danny is sure the whole thing is like 60 pounds with him in it, but Tim gives zero fucks. He's determined to keep Danny safe.

It's super touching. And Danny swears to one day return the favour. The day is closer than he thinks when a creepy old fucker crawls out of the woodworks. Danny hates him instantly. Tim explaining the creep's relation to Tim's family doesn't change Danny's mind. In fact, it probably makes his opinion on this Ra's Al Gul even worse. And once he sees how that pedo looks at his sweet new dad, he plans to be an absolute menace.

[suiana]

yandere! golden boy who is your loving boyfriend and... surprisingly loves listening to you talk about your interests! yes darling, talk about your games and novels and silly plushies! he loves seeing how interested you can get about things you're passionate about and it just makes him feel so warm on the inside.

you might even go as far to say he ENCOURAGES your interests. buying you plushies, taking you to exhibitions/places you want... you don't even have to ask, just one look with your eyes and he's taking out his card. yeah, it doesn't matter if you have an unhealthy attachment to that fat cat pusheen or whatever. you seem to really like it so he's buying that 400 dollar plushie for you.

on the same note... he can't help but get jealous when you're gushing over attractive fictional characters. SPECIFICALLY that ONE dude that you seem to have EVERYWHERE. on the wall, on your phone cover, lock screen, profile picture, fuck, even on your bed as a plushie! and all he gets is a meager nickname on his contact?!

"sweetie, must you... really have all these... THINGs of HIM?"

"he's my first husband, you're my second. of course i have merch of him. plus I'm not gonna just throw all these away, i spent big money on these ya know 💀"

he knows it's petty! he knows that it's just a fictional character and that he shouldn't be jealous but dude! you don't even have him in your wallet! it's that freaking guy!

so he does what evey sane boyfriend does and replaces some (not all just some!) of your merchandise with pictures of him and you. how adorable, right?

no.

"bro where is the portrait of my MAN🤬🤬🤬"

"i replaced it with a nice picture of us together darling☺️ look at how cute-"

oh. and you...you just put another photo of that guy again... oh... and you're ranting on reddit/instagram about how he's being mean... you also removed him from your close friends list... oh you... you also decided to kick him off the bed and onto the sofa... oh...

well no biggie! he has lots of patience and he will sneak in his presence into your stuff. he's determined.

"best friend I'm going to need you to cosplay as my favorite character please ☺️"

damn!

why didn't he think of that sooner? if you can't win the normal way, you should do it another way, right? he can just get you to see how much better he is and you'll eventually replace that fictional man for HIM!

...

yeah, that didn't work out as planned. now you're even more in love with that character and you're asking him to cosplay every other day. erm... at least.. your wallpaper is a picture of him cosplaying the character??? he'll take what he can get.

"lol best friend, did you see that video i sent you. it's so stupid."

"for the last time, sweetie. we're dating, call me boyfriend. and which one? I can't watch every single one of the 99+ reels you send me."

"a real best friend would watch them all..."

being with you has singlehandedly changed this man. for the worse or for the better, he doesn't know. but what he does know is that you DON'T know how to dress.

"sweetie, no. you can't just go out in a shirt and shorts! you look like adam sandler!"

"clothes are clothes 🤬"

at least he has a fun time dressing you up. you're like, his cute little rat! his very own personal dress up rat! oh how he wants to just keep you in his pocket and pick out pretty clothes for you, making you look like the cutest thing ever! sure you might take them off and just wear what you want but... at least he's got the photos and the sight of you in a pretty outfit ingrained into the folds of his brain already ☺️ and he'll take every chance he can get to put you into another pretty outfit again. that i assure you.

he... has ALSO found out that you are living on instant noodles, sandwiches, and the occasional takeout. you don't even open the curtains! how can you see in such a dark home? and why are you sleeping until midday?! dear oh dear. you really are a rat, huh?

"darling get up! it's 12 in the afternoon already!"

"i slept at 3 just let me sleep more..."

that simply won't do. he will not be allowing you to lead such a horrid lifestyle! not if he can help it! especially because... well, he's also your boss. from part 1, remember! yeah, you guys didn't break up at the end haha! you were just joking, obviously! not like you'll ever be able to break up. it's in the contract, silly.

"come on, get up. you need to have a healthy lifestyle. I've already gotten my personal chef to cook up a healthy meal for you."

"who's gonna stop me from living like this? you? 😂😂😂"

"yes, me. in our contract, remember? i will be responsible for your health from now till we die."

don't worry. he'll be by your side every step of the way. and hey, who knows? maybe you can even teach him a thing or two about gaming or something else you like! he's open to learning about the things you like.

and he won't even have to worry about you finding another REAL person to like because... well, let's just say you don't even like going out for dinner. we'll keep it at that ☺️

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 4

In which the real world threatens to ruin your happiness.

Warnings: angsttttttttt :) fluff at the end tho!! Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 3.6k words

- A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - Master List

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Miami May, 2025

"Okay, anything else you guys want to talk about before we start filming?" Victor, the team's head of communications, asks on Thursday afternoon.

Victor sits in one of the several conference rooms located in McLaren's hospitality suite surrounded by the rest of the communications team as well as Lando and Oscar. The weekend debrief is wrapping up as he asks one last question.

"Actually, kind of." Lando clears his throat, rubbing his palms on his jeans.

The entire team turns to him then and he feels his face go a bit red. He hadn't really planned on making a big deal of this in front of the team but after his meeting with Zak earlier, he thought he should at least let the comms team in on what he was going to do tonight.

"What's up?" Victor prompts, tucking his iPad under his arm.

"Well, it's more of a 'heads up' kind of thing but Zak thought I should let you guys know that I'm planning on going public with my girlfriend tonight."

Out of the corner of his eye, Lando sees Oscar smirk. He can almost hear the 'well it's about time' teasing he's about to get when they wrap up this meeting.

Victor blinks, casting a sideways glance at Melanie, Lando's main press officer for the weekend. He could tell Victor was reluctant to agree but in all honesty, this wasn't his call and Lando was ready to make that known. "What were you planning on doing?"

Melanie pulls out a notepad to take notes, just in case she's asked about the relationship this weekend.

You were also in Miami this weekend for your second race of the season and the subject had come up last night as you were cuddled up in bed after Lando had posted about you and Stella on his private account for the first time. You had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring the team or Lando any drama during the race weekend but he had been insistent. While you hadn't been together officially for very long, you spent nearly every spare moment together and Stella had become a huge part of Lando's life too. He was tired of being linked to endless Instagram models and having to hide you away from the public.

Lando shrugs. "Nothing big or anything, just a post of my feed with her, some kind of witty caption."

"She's the one who works in the accounting department?" Melanie asks.

Lando can't help but glare at the woman. She's in her mid-30s with mousey brown hair and wire rimmed glasses. Melanie was kind enough but sometimes Lando wondered if she had any of the media training that was forced on him and Oscar with the kinds of questions she asked him.

"No, she's on the product development team, and she's right over there." Lando tips his chin towards the large glass windows that looks out onto the rest of the hospitality suite where you sit at one of the tables typing away at your laptop.

"Isn't she a single mom?"

Again, Lando glares at Melanie as the rest of the team shifts uncomfortably in their seat. Sure, it was their job to handle any press inquiries that came into the office and sometimes there were personal questions that got asked, but that one was toeing the line of appropriate.

"I don't see why that makes any sort of difference." Oscar surprises everyone by speaking up, his tone a bit colder than usual. "I've worked with her a lot lately, she's a lovely person and wicked smart. Lando's a lucky guy."

"Thanks, mate." Lando murmurs before turning back to Victor. "HR is aware of our relationship and, not that it should matter," Lando looks pointedly at Melanie once again, and is pleased to see her look a bit sheepish as if she's just realized how inappropriate her questions had been. "But Zak is also aware that we're together and has given us his blessing too."

That had been an awkward conversation but Lando admired the McLaren CEO too much to leave him in the dark about something that involved his two employees. He'd scoured the McLaren employee handbook (thankfully there was nothing in it against fraternization of employees, so HR hadn't been a problem either) before approaching Zak first to tell him about the relationship. If there was anyone that Zak Brown loved more than Lando, it was you so of course he had been ecstatic at the news and had immediately given the relationship his full support.

Without waiting for further comment from anyone, Lando gets up and strides out the door, furious at how the ending of the meeting had gone. There were far more problematic WAGs in the paddock and you were a McLaren employee after all, shouldn't you expect the same support from the team as he did? He didn't really understand why it was such a big deal that you were a single mom or technically a coworker.

From your spot in the middle of the hospitality suite you can see when Lando walks out of the conference room, hyper aware of the way his shoulders are hitched up towards his ears, something that only happens when he's upset or stressed.

"Momma!" Your attention is drawn back to your phone where Stella sits on FaceTime before her bath for the evening. You'd been distracted by Lando's sudden shift in mood and had stopped listening to her mid-story.

"Sorry, baby. I'm listening. You and Cora had a good playdate today, yeah?"

Stella prattles on, seemingly satisfied with the half-attention you're now paying her again. But your focus is pulled elsewhere for a moment as you watch a girl you know is on the comms team follow Lando out of the conference room and into his drivers room. You couldn't remember her name but knew that she was working with Lando this weekend as his press officer so it didn't impress you as unusual that she was following him. Maybe something had been said in the meeting and she was going to try to calm him down.

"Momma, can I talk to Lando now?" Stella sighs and you grin. You were beginning to think that your daughter loved Lando a bit more than you the way she constantly asked about him and wanted to see him.

"I think he just walked into a meeting, S but how about we do this. Why don't you go take a bath and by the time you're done, Lando should be finished with his meeting and you can talk to him then."

Stella nods, seemingly happy about the arrangement. You say a quick goodbye before packing up your laptop to go check in on Lando. You were essentially done for the day so you had planned on hanging out with a few of the engineers during their meetings this afternoon before going to dinner with Lando later that night. And then you fully planned on spending the rest of the evening underneath your boyfriend.

You can see the door to Lando's driver's room ajar and you can hear raised voices floating out. Hesitating, you pause with your hand on the door handle. The conversation sounded heated and you didn't want to interrupt. You swear you didn't want to eavesdrop but Lando's shouting didn't leave you much choice.

"What the fuck do you mean the team doesn't want a 'Kelly Piquet 2.0 situation?"

Oh. Oh dear.

You had known Lando was going to tell the team of his plan to hard launch you on his socials tonight and by the sounds of it, it hadn't gone well.

"Lando," The woman, you think her name is Melanie or something, tries to sooth him. "All we're saying is maybe you should think of how this could impact her daughter. When Max and Kelly went public, it was a shit show."

"Yeah, because her father is a racist piece of shit." He spits.

"And she was accused of being a predator!" Melanie fires back. "All I'm saying is that maybe right now isn't the best time to launch a potentially controversial girlfriend."

Your blood goes cold. Controversial? There was nothing in your past that you were ashamed about. No racist relatives. No sex tape scandals or even potentially embarassing photos somewhere out on the internet. You had, all things considered, a pretty wholesome reputation. Everyone at McLaren loved you, as far as you were aware. With the apparent exception of Melanie.

"Controversial? Please, elaborate." Lando's voice goes deadly calm, as if he knows exactly what she's going to say but wants her to say it out loud.

"Lando." Melanie sighs and you take a step back, unsure if you want to hear what she has to say. "She's a young, single mom who got knocked up at nineteen years old." Melanie practically laughs, as if Lando is a complete idiot for not understanding. "There's no way she won't be seen as a gold digger or worse! She's going to be eaten alive on socials. I'm only looking out for her daughter's reputation. Don't be so naive, Norris."

Your fists clench up so tightly, the bite of your nails in your palms pulls you out of a near rage. It takes every ounce of control not to go straight into Lando's room and give that bitch a piece of your mind.

On the other side of the door, Lando swears he sees red and has to take a step away. "This is about your workload, isn't it? You don't want to deal with the awkward questions and the drama? Listen very closely to me, Melanie okay? Because I'm not going to repeat myself." The venom in Lando's voice startles you. "The three of us are a package deal now, do you understand? I am madly in love with that woman out there and her little girl? Her little girl is the center of my world too. I don't give a flying fuck if me being with her means more work for you, that's too fucking bad. If you can't handle it, I'm positive Zak will be happy to replace you. She's here to stay, you are replaceable. Understood?"

Hearing Lando say he loves you and Stella has your world tilting underneath your feet. He'd never said that to you before even though you'd been confident for a while now that he did feel that way. And that you felt the same way.

Melanie's reply is so soft, you don't hear it but moments later, the door flies open so fast you're forced to jump back bit. Melanie's flushed face looks horrified when she sees you standing in the hall. She can't hold eye contact with you for longer than a flicker of a moment before she's dashing down the hall.

Lando stands in the doorway looking horrified that you're standing there. "How much of that did you hear?"

Tears burn at the back of your eyes, your anger at Melanie now replaced with sheer embarrassment. Even if she had been the one to voice it, you were certain Melanie wasn't the only one who was thinking the same thing.

"Everything." You whisper as you look away, brushing at a tear that rolls hotly down your face.

"Goddamnit." Lando swears, shoving a hand through his curls. He hadn't even noticed his door was open after Melanie had followed after him. "Baby..." He reaches for you and you let him pull you to him, his steady warmth a comforting feeling as the panic rises in your chest.

"She's right, you know." You whisper into his chest so softly Lando nearly misses it.

Lando pulls back and the look of desperation on his face nearly breaks your heart. "What are you talking about?"

"The hate we're going to get. I'm going to get. She had a point, you have to admit. I'm a young, single mom dating a millionaire? People are going to think all I'm interested in is your money, just like they did with Kelly."

"Who cares what people think? Who cares what they say about us? The people in our lives that really matter know that's not why you're with me. Isn't that all that matters?"

"Until they start in on Stella. Have you seen some of the things they say about P?"

You were pretty confident you could handle any hate that you got but you knew that the moment you saw any hate towards your little girl, you'd be devastated. It had been something you'd been thinking about since Lando had brought up going public last night but you had been able to brush it aside. It hadn't seemed possible, the worry seeming far away and a little over dramatic but now? Now Melanie's words had anxiety twisting in your stomach.

"That's not going to happen." Lando pulls you deeper into his chest and nuzzles into your neck. He can practically feel you pulling away from him and terror shoots through him.

"You don't know that. Even if it doesn't, do you really want to spend the rest of this relationship constantly defending me? Defending us? That's no way to live, Lando. Melanie was right. I'm controversial and maybe we need to rethink this."

Lando's entire world stops spinning, his breath catching in his throat. "Wh...What? No, baby, no. Please don't do this. Don't pull away. Melanie is being hysterical. Nothing like that is going to happen."

If he had to get on his knees and beg you not to leave him, Lando would do it in a heartbeat.

"I'm not doing anything, I just need a minute to think okay?" You step out of his grasp, instantly missing his touch. You can't even look him in the eye, knowing that if you do you'll crumble. But you can't think of Lando or even yourself right now. "I have to consider what's best for Stella, okay?"

"Don't do this." Lando begs.

"I think I'm going to stay in my own room tonight." You whisper, voice straining with emotion as you barely contain the heartache in your tone.

"Is this the end?" Lando chokes out as he shoves his hands deep in his pockets. He's sure you'd step away if he tried to touch you right now and he knew he wouldn't be able to handle that kind of rejection from you. It felt like his entire world was crumbling around him and the only thing that could right this was you.

Tears stream down your face as you struggle for an answer. "No." You tell him after a moment and the relief that floods Lando's face nearly breaks your heart. "I just need some space to think is all, I promise."

"Can we still have dinner tonight?"

"I think it'd be best if I just spend the evening alone." It hurts, saying those words because you rarely get this much alone time with Lando but you need space so badly your skin begins to itch. You're desperate to get some distance from the paddock and the team and even Lando himself, to right yourself back to the proper head space. You had to consider Stella above your own heart.

If it was possible to die from a broken heart, Lando knew he was about to find out. He lets you go though, watching miserably from the spot he's rooted to on his floor as you back away slowly, almost like you're retreating from a dangerous animal or something.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

All he can do is nod as he watches you walk out the door for what he hopes isn't the last time.

You're just finishing the last bits of your makeup when there's a knock on your door Friday morning. You were a bit surprised because you knew full well that Lando had a key but the fact that he was nervous to use it after what had happened yesterday tugs at something in your chest.

You had been in the shower when he texted you that morning and the string of texts nearly broke your heart. You hadn't wanted to put him through that kind of pain but you had needed to take a moment to think through what had happened with Melanie and the comms team yesterday.

Slipping the robe Lando had gotten you in Japan a few weeks ago, you pad towards the door to open it. You're stopped completely in your tracks when you swing it open and get a glimpse of Lando in the hallway. He looks absolutely ravaged, like he didn't sleep a single second the night before, eyes red rimmed and puffy.

"Lan..." You whisper, tears instantly flooding your eyes. You reach for him, utterly perplexed suddenly as to why you had felt you needed distance from him.

When he folds you into his arms, the damn finally breaks and you sob into him, the entire previous day's emotions coming to a head. The way you finally feel complete when he's got you in his arms is unlike anything you've ever felt and for a brief moment yesterday, you had forgotten that fact.

When he kisses you, cradling your head in his hands, everything else quiets. The doubts, the fear, the anxiety. It all fades into the background with his lips on yours and you sigh into his mouth. For the first time on 24 hours you feel relieved, like you can actually tackle this issue instead of feeling like you're going to drown in your own thoughts.

Lando tugs you over to the bed, pulling you into his lap as he sits against the headboard. You tuck into his body as close as you can, head folded into that space between his neck and shoulder, drinking in the smell of him: fresh from the shower and slightly spicy from his cologne.

For several minutes, you both just sit there. Lando struggles to contain the relief that is flooding his body. He'd been absolutely miserable last night, eventually working himself into a panic attack at the thought of losing you and Stella. There was such a gaping hole in his soul when he thought about the prospect of you walking away, it scared him to death. He had never planned on falling for you, had resisted it for a bit, trying to convince himself that it was too quick to be feeling the way he did. Last night though? Last night had showed him he was further gone than he had ever expected.

"Did you mean what you said to Melanie yesterday?" You mumble into his neck after a few moments.

"Every word." Lando says without a moment of hesitation. "But is there a specific part you want me to confirm?"

You chuckle, pulling away so you can look him in the face. "The part where you said we're a package deal? That you love love us both?"

Lando brings his hands up to face your frame and you can't help but lean into him. "Of course I meant it. I'd do anything for either of you. I thought we'd established that, baby."

You drop your gaze from his then, somewhat knocked off center by the intensity of his gaze. "I'm sorry I got spooked. I'm just so used to doing this all on my own, no one ever wants to stay."

"Do you remember what I told you the first night we spent together in Bahrain?"

You blink, a small smile playing on your lips for the first time that morning. "You said a lot that night."

Lando rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. "It was after you had fallen asleep and I got up to get a drink of water. When I came back to bed, you curled right into me and said you thought I'd left you. You asked me to never leave you and and I told you I'd never leave you. I didn't mean it for just that night though."

Your heart thunders in your chest. You didn't remember that at all but the fact that he had said those words to you all those months ago. He'd been as far gone for you back then as you had.

"I love you more than words can say." He whispers and all you can do is nod back, emotion choking out your ability to speak for a few moments.

Lando reaches under your chin after a beat, lifting your face so he can see you. "Nobody said this was going to be easy but if we do this together, it'll be okay. You've got to trust me on this, baby. The team is fully supportive, I swear to you. Zak, Andrea, Oscar. Everyone that matters is on our side. I know you're scared and you want to protect Stella but you can't give up on our happiness because of some stupid people on the internet that don't matter."

Pain shoots through you, bright and quick as a lightning bolt as realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Something becomes crystal clear in that moment and you find yourself nodding.

"You're right. I know you are. I want Stella to see me choose myself instead of sacrificing my happiness for some stupid what ifs." It isn't until Lando says what he does that you're able to finally put into words what you've slowly been coming to realize over the last few hours. You'd been scared to admit it, scared that choosing yourself in this meant you were putting Stella second but when Lando tells you that you can't give up your own happiness to protect her, everything clicks into place.

"I want her to know that she can do hard things and choose her own path and if i listen to Melanie all I show her is that the bullies win."

"That's my girl." Lando praises, pulling you into another soul shattering kiss. "I love you." He whispers against your lips.

"Lan..." You pull away suddenly, eyes going wide. "The reason I was outside your driver's room yesterday was because Stella demanded to talk to you before bed and then..." You drop the sentence, the memory of yesterday slicing through you once again. "Do we have time to call her now? She was so mad at me last night when I said you were too busy to talk."

"Don't you ever tell my Stelly Belly I'm too busy to talk to her again." He teases before grabbing his phone. "Is she with Sarah today? They had a half day, didn't they. She was all about going to the cinema with Sarah today last time I talked to her."

The smile that settles on your face is nothing short of brilliant. For the first time in nearly 24 hours, you finally feel settled, like everything had righted itself after being so very briefly run off course. "Lets see if she can talk now before the get to the show."

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dreaming abt justfriends!eijiro..

no im not overdoing this trope what

justfriends!eijiro who is SO touchy. always has an arm swung around you or is nudging you playfully or is backhugging you to surprise/greet you

justfriends!eijiro who loves playing with your hair. clumsily tries to braid it but doesnt exactly know how so he ends up just running his fingers through it

justfriends!eijiro who loves it when you play with HIS hair. he LOVES the feeling of your hands in his hair and is like leaning back to absorb more of your touch. one time he even let you touch up his roots!

justfriends!eijiro who will always give you back scratchies. doesnt even bat an eye when he puts his hand UNDER YOUR SHIRT to do it

but that is because justfriends!eijiro is OBLIVIOUS. like. to everything. to your feelings for him AND his for you. he's so in love with you but like doesn't really grasp that

justfriends!eijiro who always opens the door for you because he's a gentleman obvi

justfriends!eijiro who has you like REALLY questioning if he likes you or not and it's not because hes sometimes a bitch (ahem katsuki) but because he's just a super friendly guy in general? to everyone? so like are you special or nah

justfriends!eijiro who has a smile that lights up the whole room. like its so warm and sweet and just PURE

justfriends!eijiro who is a really good driver. very safe and has sexily good control over the vehicle. loves it when you sit up front w him during carpools!

justfriends!eijiro who lends you his clothes all the time. but like not in a "boyfriend-y oooo he gave you his hoodie omg" way but in an "oh, you're cold? here!" and is throwing off his own hoodie immediately because thats the manly thing to do duh

justfriends!eijiro is so playful its so sexy

justfriends!eijiro who took care of you SO WELL when you were sick. brought you medicine and chicken noodle soup (that he did not cook bc he can only rly cook the basics like eggs, toast etc) and stayed with you the whole time. made sure you drank lots of water and told you he didnt mind getting sick if it meant you werent lonely! cuddled you to sleep when you were having a hard time doing it

justfriends!eijiro who is so comfortable with like tears and crying. like yk how some ppl kind of just freeze up and awkwardly pat you on the back? (ahem katsuki) he's not like that at all. cradles you close, rubs your back soothingly, tells you EXACTLY what you need to hear and genuinely means what he says, brings you ice cream and candy and a plushie and literally anything you need to make you feel better

justfriends!eijiro who gives the BEST hugs. he's just so big and muscular and he takes up so much room and he just ENGULFS you and like he just REALLY knows how to hug yk? like he's muscular and buff (and his quirk is literally getting hard lol) but he's so simultaneously soft and squishy?

justfriends!eijiro who is such a cutie pie. like he's just so pure and aweeee babyyyyy

justfriends!eijiro who is your #1 hypeman. he's so positive and uplifting and never makes you feel like youre anything less than GORGEOUS and STUNNING and KIND and WONDERFUL.

justfriends!eijiro who does NOT have fragile masculinity in the sense that he's not afraid to go against like "traditional masculinity"

FOR EXAMPLE justfriends!eijiro is unafraid to cry and unafraid to watch princess movies. you two have definitely bawled at tangled and frozen and the notebook etc. being a manly man doesnt mean you cant do stuff like that!

ooh ooh ooh! justfriends!eijiro who loves doing self care with you. not very knowledgeable about skincare, but never passes up a face mask night! thinks that self care is so important

justfriends!eijiro who would never ogle at you because hes a GENTLEMAN. he's so respectful and would never ever ever cross a boundary EVER

justfriends!eijiro whose friends literally have pictures of you in his shirt in his lap with you massaging his scalp and gush over how cute and wholesome ugs are and he's like "yeah! i'm so grateful for y/n. she's the best friend a man could ever have!"

justfriends!eijiro whose skull eventually gets pounded in by bakugo because "THIS IS TAKING TOO DAMN LONG! YOU LIKE Y/N. WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN IDIOT, SHITTY HAIR?!"

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The Perfect Gift

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8k

Content: Reader stresses about V-Day for her man. A sneak peek into her family too. Small TempXina. Or Xinapest? Miguel's always a cutie. Warning Dana shows up. Masturbation. Vaginal fingering. P in V. Reader literally gets folded. MINORS DNI!

A/N: I'm using the characterization for my story, Between Two Worlds. No one has to read it to understand this one shot, but it does help. And it's canon to the main story too! Please enjoy!

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“So, what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Tempest’s question rejuvenates you. You sit up straight in the locker rooms, after complaining about wanting to go home in your bed and watch tv. Customers are getting on your nerves and you could be focusing on more important things right now.

“Well, you see…”

“Mhm, here you go.”

“You know I'm planning to pass out cards with candy inside here the day before. Since it's on a Friday this year.”

“Uh-huh.” She motions you to move closer so she can fix your curly wig.

“I got my mom those twizzlers paired with a shirt of her favorite character.”

“That big lizard that likes to destroy Japan a lot?”

“Yeah, he's holding a heart. I thought it was so cute. And for my sister, I already got her that giant pink axolotl plushie. It says ‘I love you’ on the front.”

“How big was that thing again?”

“Twelve fucking feet. I had to take out a lot of shit out of my closet.” You turn a little for Tempest to get the back of your head. “For idiot one and idiot two, I got them a bag of those hard candies so they can stay out of my personal stash.”

“Didn’t your brothers say they were going to that hotel for valentine's day? What did your mom say about that?”

You shake your head, because if you get into that you'd get a headache. “Let’s not talk about that right now. They keep bothering me about that and not their own mother. Oh! And for my grandma, she's getting another pajama set. I found one that was black with a red heart over heart so I know she's gonna like it.”

“Your grandma loves pjs.”

“That’s all she wants. She's so picky. Let's see who else…”

Tempest finishes fixing your hair and turns you around, “You forgetting somebody.”

“Huh? Who?”

“Your man.”

Your eyes dart away, “I didn't forget about him.”

“Ooooh, yes you did.” Your lips purse at Tempest’s teasing tone. “I thought this was your favorite holiday.”

“It is!”

“Then why wasn't fine ass Science Guy the first on your list?”

“Because I don't know what the hell to give him!"

Tempest gasps, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand then checking your pulse.

“That’s not like you at all. Did y'all break up and you secretly didn't tell me?”

“Please, you'd be the first to know if that's the case.”

Getting Miguel something for Valentine’s Day has been stressful for one reason. You had too man ideas on what to give him. A box of candy? A silver chain that would look so good on him? A candle?

So many options and you couldn't pinpoint on one that would work for him.

“You’re overthinking it.” Tempest stands to stretch, flexing her nature green bodysuit that gave everyone a good look of her ass. “You know him more than anyone else. Well, besides Xi.”

You grimace, “You’re on me about mine, what about yours? You aren't even crazy about holiday.”

“Jokes on you, I'm getting her those flower…block…thingies. Already built by moi.”

You roll your eyes while standing up, preparing yourself to get back out there and earn some more money.

“At least you got something.”

Before going upstairs, your best friend hugs you from behind.

“Don’t stress about it. You know he’s gonna love whatever you got for him. That man is crazy about you, okay?”

You know he is. It's why you want to make sure what you give matches his care for you. Because you care for him an awfully lot. So much that your heart gets crazy every time you see him.

Miguel's been through enough to write a book about it, so you want to show him how much he's loved.

He picks you up at five in the morning, hair tussled, square glasses fitting his perfect face. He doesn't hesitate to take your bag before kissing your cheek in greeting. The simple things that makes your breath linger in your chest, unable to escape from your lungs. This man puts his all into his relationship with you.

“How was work?” He asks, holding your hand while driving.

“Tiring. A little stressful…”

“What happened?”

“Nothing serious. Was distracted all night.”

His brows lower with concern, “About?”

You pull at your pants, “Valentine’s Day. It's coming soon and I wanted to make sure I have everyone covered.”

“I'm sure you do.” He gives you a smile at the red light. So soft and gentle. You want to kiss all over that face. “You’re very thoughtful and caring. You treat Valentine’s Day like it's Christmas.”

“Oh yeah. Everyone deserves to be loved.”

“That includes you.” He squeezes your hand and your heart squeezes.

“You too.”

Miguel shyly laughs, “We're talking about you here.”

At another red light, you grab his face and kiss him. A make out session that only lasts for a few seconds, but enough to leave him breathless. Speechless. You glance down at his pants, grinning when he covers his crotch with his other hand.

What should you give him? Miguel said that he was okay with a bag of candy, but you wanted to do more. You had to speak to an expert.

Your mother's known for doing a lot when it came to…everything.

When you were in school, before winter break she made a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries for the teachers in your classes. She participated in decorating during important events like homecoming and prom. She's a pro in everything party related down to the gifts. It's why her job is event planning.

You wanted to do this on your own, but asking for some advice wouldn't hurt.

“Okay,” Your mom pulls out her notebook and pen while you lie on her bed, “what are you thinking about giving him?”

As you list the items, you see the list get longer and longer and longer. Pouring on to the second page which made you realize that it was plenty to work with.

“Are y'all getting married or something?”

“No!” You sit up, “Why are you thinking that?”

“Because this is a lot for a boyfriend not a husband.”

“Alright.” You suck your teeth, wondering if it's a good idea to speak to your mom in the first place. “I got it.”

“Don’t be like that. I'm just saying you don't have to do so much. All that matters is him knowing how much you like him. Or are we getting to that other l word yet?”

“I like him.” You push, but your mom clearly doesn't buy it with a lip curl.

“Okay, okay.” She does another once over of your list before getting a sparkle in her eye. That same one she gets when she comes up with a party idea, “You should do a gift basket. Put a couple of his favorite things in there, make it pretty and boom, you got a thoughtful gift.”

You stare at the list and it all makes sense, solving your issue of giving Miguel multiple things without overwhelming yourself.

Multiple stores were frequented, combing through endless aisles of Valentine’s day decorations and gifts. Your cart being filled to the brim with all the supplies you need for Miguel’s basket. Despite you buying everything so close to the actual day, there were plenty of items for you to use.

In one store, your eye caught a men's pajama set. The red satin under your fingertips bolstered your gift basket idea. Not to mention there was a matching lingerie set for women.

You really hope he likes it.

The already done basket haunting the corner of your room. Hovering over you as you slept. You replay every reaction Miguel would have about your gift. How he might cry seeing at how much care and thought you put into it. Or toss your gift aside and say that Dana always gave him better gifts. Although, you'd kick his ass if he did that to you.

Your stomach hurts, you can hardly breathe. You barely got any sleep when D-Day arrives. You're awake, staring at your bedroom ceiling. Eyes weak, but not enough to fall asleep. It's not until you get a text from Miguel that your heart pangs against your chest.

He wants you to come outside, knowing you weren't crazy about him being in your house like that yet.

You throw on your sweatpants and a hoodie before putting on your slippers. Miguel tends to do this before he has to go to work. Saying that seeing you first before his day begins makes his day all the better. Your mother and grandma are already up, sitting at the kitchen counter and drinking coffee.

“I see Miguel’s outside.” Your mom teases.

“You need to let that man come inside and not leave him standing out there.”

You hold back rolling your eyes at your grandma, “Do you know how y'all are?”

“Oh, I know how I am.”

Your grandma sticks your tongue out at you and you do the same. You open the door and see Miguel on your porch with a large bouquet of flowers. A rose and lily bouquet. Colors of pinks and whites fill your vision. Bits of green foliage accent the piece, circling around the base.

The flowers steals any word that could escape from your lips.

“Oh my god, they're beautiful!” Your mother shouts from behind.

That knocks some sense into you, quickly closing the door at her protest. But she's right. They are beautiful.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Miguel keeps his gaze on you. “I hope this isn't too much.”

The flowers were past the size of your head. You can't imagine how heavy it might be once you hold them. Tears well in your eyes, pooling down to your cheeks.

“Oh, Mig…”

He stumbles at the tears, going to wipe your face.

“Oh no, this is too much, isn't it?”

“No.” You help Miguel wipe your eyes, “No, I love it. This was so sweet of you.”

He sheepishly smiles, “It’s a tradition to give a pretty lady flowers on Valentine's Day.”

You look down at yourself, “If I knew you were gonna do this, I would've dressed a bit more cuter.”

“What do you mean? You look cute to me.”

You playfully push him, before noticing a heart shaped box. It was smaller than the bouquet, but fitting very well against it.

“I got you some chocolates too. They're assorted and have filling inside.”

“Ooh.” You take the box before reaching out for the flowers.

Miguel steps back, “You should let me take these in. They're heavy.”

“No, then you'll be subjected to my mom and grandma's questions.”

“It’s not like I haven't met your mom before. And I don't want you to carry something that's heavy.”

He looks at you with his large, brown eyes. You're always weak to them. Its why you give in and open the door.

“Hi Miguel!” Your mom greets immediately.

“Hello.” He also greets your grandma while you're directing him to the breakfast table.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

“A florist near my childhood home did them. We always go to her for flowers.”

“How much are they because I've been looking for a better florist nearby for this event-”

“Ma, Miguel has to go to work soon.”

You help him put the flowers in a vase with water. It's as if Miguel’s presence decided to wake up the whole house. Your sister immediately comes down, oohing and aahing at the flowers before saying hi to Miguel.

“She doesn’t need all of those flowers.”

“Shut up.”

Your brothers follow not long after her, ignoring the flowers and focusing on the fact that Miguel is in the house.

“It's our third musketeer!”

“Did you get us something?”

“He is not your valentine, he's mine.” You push your brothers off of him. Not doing much of a dent since they're stronger than you.

“You keep hogging him all to yourself. When are we gonna get a turn?”

“Never. For as long as I live.”

“I'll be right back.” Miguel whispers to you, kissing your cheek before going back to his car. Of course he got something else. This man wasn't gonna stop.

“I need everyone to go away now.”

Your family doesn't budge. In fact, they get comfortable, waiting to see what else Miguel got.

Two boxes of donuts. Your family rejoices when he sets the boxes on the counter. Freshly baked treats that range from chocolate covered to glazed. No one hesitates diving in to take one.

“There’s a donut shop that opens early that I like to go to.” Miguel explains, mainly to you as the whole family revels in his gift. “They always bake their donuts fresh everyday.”

“Thank you, Miguel!” Everyone says while eating. You shake your head, using this as an excuse to push Miguel out the door.

“Okay, I’m sure he really has to go to work now-”

“When are y’all getting married?”

Your mom’s question make you and Miguel look everywhere but each other.

“Stop asking that. Go eat another donut.”

While your cheeks get hot, you continue leading him to the door. Your family saying goodbye and booing you at the same time for making him leave. He chuckles when you close the door behind you.

“Thanks. That was nice of you.”

Miguel smiles, “Of course.”

You sigh, holding your hands behind your back. “I’ll give you your gift later. I want to put some finishing touches on it.”

“Don’t stress yourself. I’ll like anything you get me, even if it’s just socks.”

“You don’t just deserve socks. But if you want them, I can swing by the store real quick and grab a pair-”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs rubbing along your cheeks. A wet pop occurs when he pulls away for a second, his eyes staring into yours.

“I will be happy with anything you get me. Okay?”

You bite your lip, “O-Okay.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”

“You got something else for me?”

He nods, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Of course, he has more for you. You don’t typically see Valentine’s Day as a competition, but now you’re starting to see it that way. Miguel is the type to always go above and beyond.

You kiss him goodbye and see him off, your stomach turning and twisting. Full of knots. You go back inside, grab a donut before going back to your room. The gift basket staring directly at you once more.

So, you got yourself together.

Your plan being to surprise Miguel with his gift during his lunch break. The heartbeat in your ears matching the pace of your footsteps when you walked in the Alchemax building. The heel from your boots against the quartz floor resonates your entrance.

Your entire body quivers as you press the up button on the elevator.

Thank goodness no one was inside, allowing you to breathe in, breathe out. Your heart slowly calming down with each exhale.

Miguel will like your gift.

When hitting the scientific department, you make your way to his workspace. Carefully cradling his gift in his arms. Some coworkers saying hello to you while glancing at the gift in curiosity.

You clutch on to his basket when reading his name on the clear glass of his workspace. A mantra of your boyfriend being in awe of your gift lingering in your mind. It’s now or never. If he hates it, he hates it. Then you can break up with him and rant to your friends about what a horrible guy he is.

Except, he wasn’t there.

Margo and Gwen are hanging around, laughing at their phones.

“Uh hey.”

“Hi Miguel’s girlfriend.” Margo waves, putting her phone away. “Why you in here? Oh, wait! Are you surprising Miguel?”

“I’m trying. Where is he?”

“He’s doing some labs on the other side.” Gwen informs you, “We got some new blood slides and he wants to check them out before lunch.”

“Ah okay.” You hold the gift close to your chest. You’re sure you can’t go in to his lab area without ruining things. Should you wait until he comes out?

“What did you get him?” Margo and Gwen eye the basket. “It looks like you got a lot of stuff in there.”

“Aren’t you his besties? How will I know you won’t betray me if I tell you?”

“Girlies before homies.”

You snort at Margo before giving them a peek. Well, at least of what they could see behind the cellophane. “Do you think he’d like it?”

“Oh yeah.” Gwen says, “Especially the candy, he hides them in his desk drawer.”

“I eat them sometimes.” Margo cosigns.

That gives you some confidence. Maybe you are stressing out about this for no reason.

“Okay, good.”

You decide to hang around in the break room. Gwen mentions that Miguel takes his time looking at blood slides, so it may be a while. You don’t have a problem with waiting as you park up at a table, taking another donut as you saw that Miguel bought some for the office too.

The anxiety inside you lessens. When Miguel's finished, you’re going to give him his gift and he’s going to kiss you with gratitude. Then you can move on to phase two of your gift that was much much later. After wherever he’s planning to take you.

Which you had no idea what he would do. Knowing him it was going to be romantic. Something to make you swoon off your feet. Give you the urge to suck him off.

“Hi!” Dana waves at you under the doorway, catching the attention of some people.

You’re trying hard not to roll your eyes, “Hey! I’m surprised you’re here. I thought Tyler was taking you out.”

“He is.” She pulls up a chair across from you, sitting down like princess. She even looks like one with her pink, poofy dress, subtle make up, and crystal earrings dangling from her ears. “He just needed to finish up some important stuff at work. Y’know, CEO things…”

“Ah…”

Dana’s eyes trace across the basket, “What’s this?”

“Oh, this is a gift for Miguel.” You grab the basket and pull it closer to you. “I think he’ll like it.”

She hums, standing from her seat to take a peek inside. You curl up your lip, not saying anything as she runs her hands across the cellophane, observing it. Dana doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before tsking.

“That’s all you got him?”

You tilt your head, “I’m sorry?”

“You just got him candy? And a mug?”

“That’s what he likes…”

“Well, of course, but it’s Valentine’s Day. All of this seems…trivial, yeah?” Before you could even go on by what she meant, she keeps going. “I mean, I bought Miguel this nice watch down in the outlet stores over an hour away from here and he loved it. So you know I just think-”

You quickly stand up, moving the table enough so it screeches along the floor. Once again people were looking at you when you grabbed the basket.

“You know what, I’ll keep your advice in mind.”

You push your way out of the break room, going back towards the elevators with your subpar gift in tow. But Miguel is right there, making his way back from the lab. You quickly hide your gift behind you when he locks eyes with you. You don’t miss the shine in his eyes at the fact you’re here.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“This is a nice surprise.”

“It is…”

“We can eat lunch together. That sandwich place you like are doing a deal for couples. You get a soup and a sandwich for seven dollars.”

“That sounds nice, but I actually need to go. Uh, Temp is struggling with Xina’s gift and she called me to save the day so…”

Your heart pangs at his disappointed look, when he notices your odd stance. “Are you…carrying something?”

“It’s your gift!” Dana comes in, with a smile that you wanted to punch. “She gave me a peek.”

“Oh?” Miguel steps closer, but you back away.

“There’s something wrong with it. I forgot to put the fancy ribbon on. It has glitter on it and without it it just ruins the entire look.”

“I-I don’t mind if it’s missing the glitter ribbon-”

“I do! You know how I am, gotta make sure it’s perfect.”

“Oh…”

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek before maneuvering around him so he wouldn’t see the gift. He made a few advances to walk you to your car, but you declined them, knowing he was still going to see.

The urge to throw it in the back of your car is high.

Of course your gift was mediocre. Dana bought him a fancy watch. You got him candy. Totally different in terms of everything; cost, originality, longevity. You might have had a chance if you got him the chain like you thought of previously. His ex managed to out do you. You’re the worst girlfriend ever.

The gift basket should just be nixed from the plan. Phase two was going to have to be the main part of his gift. That’s fine. It’ll be fine.

Miguel’s text is making you feel worse. Asking if you are okay and that he wanted to have lunch with you. You wanted to have lunch with him too. Maybe sloppily make out in the back of his car before he went back to work. But Dana had to open her mouth.

“I don’t know why you let that bitch say something.”

You sigh on the call, fixing your hair in the mirror. Miguel is on his way to pick you up for the next part of your gift. As usual, you told your friends what happened before you went AWOL for the rest of the night.

“I didn’t let her say anything.”

“Yeah, you did because you still didn’t give him the gift you worked hard on.”

You sucked your teeth, not liking that Misty was right. “Did you forget the fact that she brought him a watch? Probably the same one he usually wears on his wrist.”

“She probably brought it with his money.” Monica rebuttals, “Therefore, your gift is immediately better because you used your own funds and not his for his gift.”

“It’s still a fucking watch! The one that you see rich men wear and wonder how much that he has in his bank account.”

Miguel’s text saying that he’s almost there with a smiley face makes you groan. You shouldn’t even go out. Just tell him that you’re not feeling better and he should cancel whatever he has planned for you.

“Give him the damn gift.” Tempest comes in, “I gave my girl a cherry blossom tree that’s probably missing a branch, but she still loved it, right?”

A low confirmation from Xina was heard through the phone.

“See? Fuck what Dana said and give Miguel the gift. You’re the queen when it comes to today, why would you let someone lesser than you say anything?”

You see that Miguel is outside to pick you up. Your friends are right. You know they’re right. You’re ruining the holiday for yourself, the day you enjoy every year. Miguel likes you and you like him. Why wouldn’t he like what you made for him?

“If he doesn’t like it, he’s gonna hear from me.” Tempest says.

“Girl, I don’t have enough connections to bail you out of jail.” Misty adds in.

“Make sure you give us a play by play of him wearing you out tomorrow.”

Everyone laughs at Monica’s words when you quickly hang up, making your way out the house. You say goodbye to your family, ignoring the comment from your mother of making sure you don’t get pregnant before leaving.

On cue, Miguel is out of the car, almost running to get your spending the night bag. He comments on how great your outfit, a red blazer with a matching skirt paired with black tights and heels, looks. All before locking on to the gift basket, lighting up at its presence.

“Is that mine?”

“Yes.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Get in the car first and I’ll show you.”

The two of you get settled. You ignore the anxiety in over your head telling you to not give it to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your stomach churns when he peels away the wrapping. Miguel’s wide smile gives you hope when he pulls out the sour candies.

“I’ve been looking for these. I think Margo’s been eating them…”

“Oh yeah, she has.”

He shows you the mug like you didn’t buy it for him. It was white, with the words ‘amor’ in red cursive.

“Another mug for my collection.”

“I think it’s big enough for two cups of coffee.”

“It is.” He flashes you the biggest grin and you realize that you helped with his caffeine addiction.

There’s a pink teddy bear holding a heart that says ‘You’re Sweet’ and he laughs. When he peeks at the red pjs you got him, you stop him right there.

“That’s for when we go back to your apartment.”

“O-Oh.” Miguel quickly puts back the stuff, trying to match with the way you first had it. But he beams and now you wonder why you were so worried about giving it to him. “I love it.”

“Really?” You giggle, “I’m glad you do. I’m…so glad you do.”

“Were you afraid that I wouldn’t like it?”

You twiddle your thumbs, “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend I…I wanted to make sure it was perfect.”

“It was.” He tucks his finger under your chin, “It’s better than any gift that anyone has ever gotten me.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No really. This is very thoughtful and personal. You remembered the candy I like. And it comes in hearts.”

“But it’s not a fancy watch…”

Miguel’s eye twitches, “Dana told you about her gifts to me?” You nod and he exhales, pursing his lips. “Those gifts were nice, but they weren’t for me. I’d prefer things with thought put into them, not the most expensive thing in the store.”

You smile, “You’re so sweet.”

“That’s what the bear says.”

You kiss him, any worries or concerns out of the window. Miguel likes your gift and you can enjoy the rest of your night.

“I think you’ll like where we’re going.”

He inputs the destination on his GPS, making you gasp at the location.

“What? A drive-in theater?”

Miguel nods, grinning from ear to ear. “They’re showing that horror movie you wanted to see. You know, the one where the killer is killing couples on Valentine’s day?”

You squeal, hugging him tight and bombarding him with kisses. Each filled with gratitude.

“Oh wait-” You sit back, “You don’t like horror movies.”

“This one doesn’t seem too bad…”

“Baby, I don’t want you to have a bad time because you’re trying to make me happy.”

“I won’t. My night is already made since you’re here.”

Your head lowers, holding in the urge to tell him to go to his apartment for phase two.

“Okay. If you get scared, don’t hesitate to lean on me.”

Your wink makes him glance away, “I-I should be saying that to you.”

“Aww, you’re gonna protect me if I get scared?”

Miguel clears his throat as you flutter your eyelashes, “Yes.”

The drive-in theater is a forty-five minute drive. There Miguel drove down a backroad that lead to the entrance of the theater. A few cars were in line, ready to make their way inside to find a good place to park.

You didn’t comment on Miguel’s punctuality when you noticed the theater didn’t open until thirty minutes from now.

While waiting you noticed the sign of a Valentine’s Day deal. A jumbo popcorn paired with a jumbo drink for couples to share. Your stomach growls at the sight and you realized you hardly ate anything today.

“I'm sorry this isn't fancy.” Miguel apologizes, “The food I mean. It'll be movie theater food…”

“Well, we are at a theater. And I have been craving mozzarella sticks for a while. Ooh a hot dog sounds good too.”

When he's finally able to pay at the booth, the driver goes over the rules and safety tips when they drive past. Where the exits are in case they need to leave and what radio channel to use to effectively watch the movie.

You're shimmying in excitement while your boyfriend searches for a spot. He finds one in the middle of the lot, able to see the giant screen so clearly and it wasn't too far away from the concessions area either.

Hand in hand you follow Miguel inside to get some snacks. The hunger in you took over as you oohed and aahed at the array of food. Nachos, various flavors of popcorn, hot dogs spinning on a cart, curly fries. You should've ate something before you left.

“Just pick for me.” You clutch to his arm. “If I pick anything, we'll be loaded with snacks.”

“Okay-”

“Oh wait! Can we at least get the jumbo drink and popcorn?”

Miguel snorts, “I thought you said I can pick.”

“You can now…” You kiss his cheek and he picks out your snacks. More like you do as you kept pointing at which ones you want. And Miguel wasn’t the type to say no to you.

It's why he ended up carrying most of the food as you happily skip back to the car with your popcorn and drink.

The food felt like the best thing you ever ate. Your hot dog covered in the usual ketchup, mustard and relish taste divine. The marinara on your tongue from the mozzarella made you shimmy. And you wish you could marry the person who made the curly fries.

Miguel glances at you with soft eyes, as if he’s entranced by you.

“You have…something on your…”

You blink, looking at yourself and hoping you didn't get anything on your red blazer. He takes the corner of a napkin and dabs it on the corner of your lips. The gentle action causing you to freeze.

“It was ketchup on your…lips…”

“Thanks Miggy.”

You giggle when he turns away.

The previews were all horror related. Every scary, tense trailer made you glance at Miguel. Worried that he was going to scare himself so badly. His jumps made you jump and right when the movie started he's holding your hand.

He tries to play it off as wanting to touch you, but you know the real reason.

“Mig, I can always watch this when it goes to one of the streaming services.”

“I'm fine. I can deal with horror movies. And excessive blood and guts.”

He squeezes your hand and you don't say anything else.

The movie is dumb.

Not in the sense that you couldn’t enjoy yourself, but you weren’t taking it seriously. You lost count at how many times you laughed at an absurd death or when the characters said an odd line. There are moments that you winced at how the killer manages to get its victim, glancing at Miguel who hasn’t let go of your hand once.

If he wasn’t hiding behind his popcorn, he pretended he was thirsty, getting a drink at the scary parts. You thought he was so cute.

During the middle of the movie, motion occurs out of the corner of your eye. A car shaking. It wasn’t so bad, but it’s enough to catch your eye. The faint outline of a palm on the car window seals the deal.

“Oh my god.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

You point behind you, eyes wide and filled with amusement. “They’re fucking.”

Miguel looks over your shoulder at the jostling car. His eyes almost went past his frames at the sight.

“Oh. That’s another one.”

“What?”

He points at the backseat to another car having similar motions. “It started doing that thirty minutes in the movie.”

You snort, trying not to cackle. You definitely weren’t surprised at people having sex in their cars. It’s Valentine’s Day. Couples are going to pull stunts like this. You just didn’t expect to see it.

“Happy V-Day to them especially.”

Once the movie finished, Miguel was on his way back to his apartment.

You can say you enjoyed the movie, but you ended up becoming distracted. The way those cars rocked made you wish you were being rocked that way. Getting jostled in the backseat, Miguel handling you with ease. Luckily, you’re prepared for phase two. The rocking cars just helped you out a little.

Miguel kept shifting during the way back. Tugging on his seatbelt, his buttoned down shirt, his pants. You know it must’ve affected him too.

You decide to test it by opening up your blazer, giving him a show of your cleavage.

“Did you enjoy the movie?”

Miguel’s eyes darts to your chest before back at you, “Y-Yes. It wasn’t that good in terms of the plot, but it was fun.”

“Good. I thought it was fun too.” At a stop, you stretch your neck, running your fingertips down from there to your blouse to pretend to fix it. “I think those people we saw had fun too. In their own way.”

“O-Oh yeah.” Miguel shakily exhales, “I’m surprised it was, it was during a horror movie. That’s not very romantic.”

“I don’t know. You have the right atmosphere which is dark and cool and it’s only you and the person you like? That’s bounds for love making.”

He gulps when your hand rests on top of his, “You have a point.”

“So you’d want to fuck me in your car? In a lot of a drive-in theater where people are around?”

“…y-yes.” You bite your lip at Miguel getting shy. “We can be discreet.”

“Can we?” Your index finger makes small circles on his hand, “You tend to get riled up when you’re with me. I can feel it when you get rough.”

Your finger slides up his forearm slowly, carefully. You feel the goosebumps on his skin. Miguel’s breathing increasing and a notable tent in his pants. When he pulls up to the parking lot of his apartment complex, you pull away. Grabbing your purse and his gift basket.

He’s looking at you with lowered eyes when he grabs your bag from the trunk. His stare stirring in your chest, making your stomach flutter. You know he isn’t going to make a move until you’re both inside, so you have to deter him a little longer.

“Oh, I need to shower. I feel dirty.”

Your words halt Miguel when he closes his front door, “Okay. Can I join you?”

So he can rock your world under the water hose? If this was any other day, you’d say yes.

“Sorry, baby. Not this time.”

“We…we can save water showering together.”

“When have you complained to me about your water bill?” Miguel grimaces, causing you to giggle. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long. Then you can shower after.”

In the shower, you made sure you smelled like you were born in Candyland. A vanilla scented body wash foaming across your skin. Paired with a lotion that had hints of honey. All combined with a red lingerie set that would make him drop to his knees.

When walking out of the bathroom, he’s immediately by your side. His face lighting up at your scent.

“You smell great.” Miguel goes forward and you know if you let him come closer, he'd start asking questions like what's under your red robe.

“Thanks. Go on and shower, I'll be here.”

You try to not take his pout too close to heart. He'd start feeling better once he sees what you're going to do.

You cover his coffee and tv stand with lit candles. All unscented. It creates a soothing atmosphere in his living room, contributing to the sexy vibe you're going for. You take out your portable speaker and play your Valentine’s day playlist. All of it involving sexy, sensual songs to boost the mood.

To tie it all together, you sit on the sofa, legs crossed, patiently waiting for your man to come up.

Time to initiate phase two.

Miguel comes out, wearing the pj set you bought him. The red, satin shirt tied with matching shorts goes well with what you're wearing. He notices the slight changes to his living room.

“I like the candles.”

“I'm glad you do.” You pat next to you on the couch and he obliges, quickly sitting next to you. His scent of earl grey makes your eyes roll back momentarily. It's doing wonders to your core, getting soaked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you did today.”

Miguel rubs the back of his neck, “Y-You didn't need to. I wanted to do this for you.”

“I know…” Your palm lands on his abdomen, going up across his abs and over his pectorals. “But did you really think the gift basket was all I had in store for you?”

You don't give him a chance to answer when you kiss him. It was short and sweet, enough to have him reach over to you. Dodging his advances, you stand. Reaching over your robe and undoing it, letting it fall down so he can fully see you.

The lacey, red bra with hearts etched on that pushed up your breasts. Panties that matched with a g-string. Black high heels to complete the look.

“Wow…wow you're stunning.”

Your heart flits at the compliment, “You know I am.” Before you make your descent, you raise a finger. “You can't touch me until I say so.”

Miguel’s hands flexed while he pouts. You know he loves touching you, but he needs to wait.

“Okay.”

A song plays and you follow the beat. Your feet carrying the slow rhythm and your hips follow. You don't miss Miguel’s eyes on you, not once leaving your alluring body.

Not when you pull off his shirt, showing his body underneath. You easily slide off your heels, putting them in the corner of the coffee table. Miguel’s hands twitch when you straddle him. Your soft, smooth body against his. Taunting him because he can't touch you.

You press your body along his, breasts against his face. Maybe you should have told him he can't do anything. The moment Miguel is face with skin contact, he peppers the tops of your chest with kisses. Small, desperate ones. Enough to increase your arousal.

A hand grips his hair while you let him kiss you a little longer. Squeezing your thighs together, biting your lip. Miguel does more than kiss though. He licks up to your neck, humming along at the taste and smell of you. It makes you gasp when he continues. Alternating between licking and kissing on the valley of your breasts.

Taking back control, you tug his head back. His full lips part, glasses a little crooked. You lean down for another kiss, tongue colliding along yours. Tasting the minty toothpaste.

Miguel groans in your mouth when you raise your hips. Your plump ass grazing his bulge. You pull away by dragging his bottom lip before starting your descent. Nibbling, licking, and sucking on his neck. He sighs and still doesn't make an effort to touch you. He's always so good at following directions.

Even as your slide your hands from his shoulders, down to his biceps, forearms, and hands. Leaving them there as you kiss his chest. Your tongue flicking his nipple, earning a satisfying ‘aah’ from his lips. While transitioning to the other, Miguel shifts. Trying to make himself more comfortable despite being confined in his shorts. He hisses at you palming his hardness, him gripping the sofa cushions for some self control.

“Can I touch you now? Please?”

You pretend to think it over, “Hmm, no. Be patient.”

A shaky sigh leaves him when you tug at the waistband of his shorts. With some help of Miguel raising his hips, you pull off the shorts in one swoop, ‘accidentally’ removing his boxers as well.

“Oh no, that wasn't part of the plan.” You faux pout while his hard cock is in front of you. Desperate to be touched. His face filled with lust as he still doesn't move his eyes away from you. Or make a move.

Time to cut him some slack.

“My poor baby.” You turn around and bend down, letting him see your bottom when you slowly pull down your panties. The air hitting your sex, showing him how wet you are. “I bet this is torture, huh?”

Miguel hums but doesn't say anything. He's probably too busy focusing on your nice ass. Your pussy that he wants to dive in and taste. With your panties placed on the sofa, you bend down once more to grab the lube. Give him another showing before the main event.

You smirk at him holding your panties, using them while he strokes himself.

“Before you say anything, you said I can't touch you.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything…”

Miguel eyes traces your form, his chest rising and matching his strokes. You decide to let him get some relief, watching him while placing some lube in your palms. You were clearly right about his fascination with your underwear. The sight of them being against his cock, stirs something inside of you.

“Those panties better than me?”

“N-No.”

You move his hand aside, sitting down with your back against his chest. Miguel’s heavy pants tickle your ear, making you shiver in delight. With your palm you stroke his shaft, covering him with the slick lube.

Before you slide yourself on him, you needed to make sure you are ready first.

As you dip your fingers inside, your head goes back. Your thumb rubbing your clit causes you to moan. Miguel nuzzles along your cheek, taking in your noises of pleasure.

“I wish you can taste how wet I am…”

His breath hitches, “I-I can. Please…let me…”

You take out your two fingers and put them close to his lips. Miguel doesn’t hesitate in tasting you, sucking on your fingers and groaning as he does so. His eyes closed. His tongue running all over your digits to make sure he gets it all.

“Good job…”

Your back arches when you flick your clit. Your muscles relaxing, a familiar feeling building up in your lower stomach. Miguel’s desperate pants don't help. They egg you on while he nibbles on the space between your neck and shoulder. His tongue creating a wet trail from your neck to your earlobe. The air drying it off and making you come on the spot.

Surging against his body, your toes curling, your eyes rolling back while you scream. Miguel resolve still remains despite the death grip on the cushions and the tip of his cock getting darker.

“You always sound so pretty.” He mumbles under your skin, placing kisses as you calm down.

You want those hands on you. You want him to create a picture on your skin.

You grab a condom from the box on the table. Your slippery hands make it difficult to tear it open, but he helps you. Easily opening the package and handing it back to you.

When you slide the condom on his cock, you raise your hips. Effortlessly, you lower on to his length, shuddering at the way he's able to bump along your walls. Your legs shake and your poor man is aching to touch you.

“You can touch me now.”

In an instant, Miguel holds the underside of your thighs. His grip helping you raise your hips before slamming back down to the base. His fingertips dig into you, creating a gentle burn. You turn away to make sure he doesn't see you and your pleasure ridden face.

Miguel sucks his teeth, “I- I can't look at you now?”

“You’re already touching me-unh!”

He bucks up into you, hitting a spot that makes you croon. You're struggling to grab on something so you wrap an arm around his neck while the other cups your covered breast.

Miguel notices you're not completely naked either and unfastens the bra, exposing you, maneuvering the straps from your arms before he tosses it behind him. He can't lift you and fondle you at the same time. But it gives him a show at your breasts moving along with your movements.

Up and down. Up and down. His large hand molding on your thighs. His thick cock stuffing you full. You're losing any coherent thought. The way his shaft disappears inside you takes up your mind.

You wonder what he looks like right now. If his glasses are still on. Still a bit crooked. The thought of him looking a little disarray while he's fucking you is tempting.

You want to see him.

While he’s focused, you glance back and your breath is stolen away. Your boyfriend's brows furrow, glasses on the tip of his nose, his lips curl. You want to see that. See him.

“Miguel…” You call, “I wanna…I wanna see you.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm.”

You're not sure what happened.

First you're against his back on the couch and now you're on your back. Your legs up high, locking eyes with Miguel when he pushes into you. His glasses on the brink of falling off. He must’ve notice when he pushes them up on his face.

The grip on your ankles secure you when he fucks you.

Your mouth gapes, eyes rolling back as he's repeatedly hitting your cervix. Sounds of skin hitting skin echo throughout the apartment. Miguel's pants mix in with them. You're seeing stars, any coherent thought gone.

“Fuck, Miggy…right there.”

“Here?”

You gasp at his sharp thrust. He doesn't stop, hitting you just right that it makes a second orgasm rise from within. Taking you by surprise as your eyes widen, your walls squeezing his cock.

It takes him by surprise too, because Miguel immediately comes. Bending your ankles almost to your ears.

The two of you stay like that for a moment. As much as you can until your legs start to ache. To your relief, your man sits back, pulling you on top. Your lips connect as you two slowly make out.

That word is on the tip of your tongue, but what type of person would you be if you say it after sex?

“Did you like your gift?”

Miguel rubs his nose along yours, causing you to smile. “I loved it. It was perfect.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from.” You take off his glasses and he gives you a questionable gaze. “I don't wanna break your glasses.”

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Hii its me again i think hoshi lol I'M NOT SURE IF HE FITS 🥹🥹 YOU CAN PICK ANYONE THO!!!

Welcome to the Family, Soonyoung!!! || Kwon Soonyoung

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung × Choi Y/N Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Crack, Seventeen Chaos Summary: Dating your leader’s younger sister is already dangerous territory—but for Hoshi, it’s pure entertainment. Ever since he and Y/N made things official, the Seventeen members have made it their personal mission to tease both him and Seungcheol mercilessly. A.n: Please give it lots of love and support! Don’t forget to leave your thoughts, comments and don't forget to follow for more stories like this—they mean so much to me and help me improve. Your feedback and encouragement keep me motivated to keep writing. Thank you for being patient and sticking with me. Love you guys 💖💖

And also feel free to make any request for any other members or other groups

M.list

Seungcheol should’ve seen it coming.

The signs were all there—the way Hoshi always volunteered to pick Y/N up from the train station when she visited, how he suddenly became very invested in making sure the dorm was clean when she came over, and most importantly, the way he looked at her like she was the best thing since tiger plushies.

And yet, Seungcheol had somehow convinced himself it was just Hoshi being Hoshi.

Until today. Until Y/N casually dropped the bomb over dinner.

"Oh, by the way, Soonyoung and I are dating."

The chopsticks in Seungcheol’s hand snapped.

The entire room went silent.

Then. Chaos.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S TRUE?" Seungwan screeched, standing up so fast that his chair nearly fell over. "I KNEW IT! JOSHUA-HYUNG, YOU OWE ME 20,000 WON!"

Joshua sighed, pulling out his wallet. "I was just being optimistic for Cheol."

"Hyung," Dino looked at Seungcheol with big eyes, filled with equal parts concern and amusement. "Are you okay? You’re gripping your spoon like you’re about to throw it at someone."

"I might throw it at someone," Seungcheol muttered darkly, glaring daggers at Hoshi, who was beaming like he had just won the lottery.

"Cheol," Jeonghan grinned, resting his chin on his palm. "How does it feel knowing Hoshi might be your future brother-in-law?"

Seungcheol groaned. "Why are we already talking about marriage?!"

"Because," Mingyu smirked, "we know Hoshi. The moment he decides he likes something, he never let go. Just look at his obsession with tigers."

Hoshi, still grinning ear to ear, nodded proudly. "That's right! I love tigers. And now, I love Y/N. So basically, she’s my favorite tiger now."

Seungcheol visibly cringed. "I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that."

"Oh, you’ll be hearing a lot worse now that we’re family," Hoshi teased, nudging him.

Unfortunately for Seungcheol, the teasing did not stop there.

The members had an entire field day with this information, and it was clear they weren’t going to let it go anytime soon.

At breakfast, DK sat next to Seungcheol with a bright smile.

"Hyung," he said sweetly, "would you like me to make you some eggs? You must be so stressed about Hoshi becoming your brother-in-law soon."

"He's NOT my brother-in-law," Seungcheol groaned, rubbing his face.

"Yet," Jun added helpfully, making the entire table burst into laughter.

Seungcheol shot daggers at Y/N, who was enjoying her tea as if she wasn’t the reason his life was crumbling. "You planned this, didn’t you?"

Y/N smirked. "You should just accept it, Oppa. It’s happening whether you like it or not."

Hoshi leaned over, grinning. "Yeah, Cheol-ah~ Just think, now we can have matching family pajamas at Christmas!"

Seungcheol let out a suffering sigh while the members lost their minds at the mental image.

During practice, Seungcheol really should’ve known the members would take things to the next level.

As they ran through their choreography, Minghao suddenly called out, "Hoshi-hyung, be careful! If you get hurt, Y/N-noona will scold us!"

Hoshi gasped dramatically, holding his chest. "You’re right! I have to be extra careful now that I’m a future family man."

"FUTURE FAMILY MAN?!" Seungcheol shouted.

"Hyung, you should be proud," Vernon said, straight-faced. "You’re about to gain a great brother-in-law."

"I'm about to lose my mind," Seungcheol corrected.

"But hyung, just think," Woozi said, barely hiding his smirk. "Now you and Hoshi will be tied together forever. Every single holiday, family event, weddings—"

Seungcheol groaned loudly.

"OH!" Seungkwan clapped his hands excitedly. "Cheol-hyung, when Hoshi and Y/N get married, you have to make a wedding speech!"

"I REFUSE!"

"But hyung," Hoshi pouted, batting his eyelashes. "Don’t you want to give a speech about how honored you are to have me as a brother?"

"I’d rather give a speech at my own funeral."

The final straw came when the members actually changed Hoshi’s contact name in the group chat.

Seungcheol woke up to his phone blowing up with notifications. Groggily, he opened the Seventeen group chat, only to see:

[ Seungcheol's Brother-in-law🐯]: Good morning, Hyung-nim! ☀️

[Mingyu]: LOLOLOL NOT THE ‘HYUNG-NIM’ 😭💀

[Jeonghan]: Should we change the chat name to "Seungcheol’s Family + Dino"?

[DK]: YESSS 😂😂

Seungcheol let out a scream and immediately left the chat.

After Seungcheol stormed out of the group chat last night, he had foolishly hoped they would forget about it.

He was wrong.

At exactly 8 AM, Jeonghan added him back.

And the first message he saw was:

[ Seuncheol's Brother-in-law🐯]: Good morning, Hyung-nim~!! Did you sleep well? ☀️

Seungcheol closed the chat. He refused to deal with this.

Then, his phone rang.

It was Joshua.

With a deep sigh, he answered. "What?"

"Hyung," Joshua said, barely holding in his laughter, "it’s rude to ignore family."

Seungcheol hung up.

That evening, Seungcheol finally got a break from practice—only to walk into the dorm and find Hoshi and Y/N sitting at the dining table with his parents.

He froze. "What is going on?"

"Family dinner!" Hoshi grinned. "I wanted to spend more time with my future in-laws!"

Seungcheol’s mother beamed. "Soonyoung is such a sweet boy, Cheol-ah. You should be happy for them."

"Should I?" Seungcheol muttered under his breath.

His father, clearly enjoying this way too much, patted Hoshi’s shoulder. "We always wanted a son-in-law who could bring energy to the family!"

Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great. Just great."

Hoshi, the little menace, leaned closer with the most smug smile. "Hyung, want me to set your plate? I gotta take care of my family now~"

Seungcheol wanted to scream.

After the family dinner, the group chat exploded again.

[Seungkwan]: GUYS, HOSHI HAD DINNER WITH CHEOL-HYUNG’S FAMILY AHAHAHA 😭😭

[Minghao]: It’s official. He’s in.

[DK]: Cheol-hyung, when’s the wedding? 👀

[Woozi]: Should we start preparing a Family Concert? Hoshi can perform a tiger-themed wedding song.

[Seungcheol's Brother-in-law 🐯]: Y/N SAID I CAN CALL HER MOM "EOMONIM" NOW!!! 😆🎉🎉

[Jun]: Wow. He’s really securing his spot.

[Jeonghan]: Cheol-ah, you should start looking for a matching couple outfit for family holidays.

Seungcheol threw his phone across the bed.

It happened too fast.

One moment, the members were just sitting in the dorm’s living room, casually chatting after practice. The next, Hoshi had Y/N’s face cupped in his hands and—

"YAH!"

Seungcheol launched off the couch so fast, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

The room erupted.

"OH MY GOD—" Seungkwan clapped a hand over his mouth.

Dino screamed.

Joshua wheezed. "He actually did it?!"

Jun fell to the floor in laughter. "Legendary."

Meanwhile, Seungcheol was in big brother crisis mode.

"KWON SOONYOUNG!"

Hoshi, still grinning like the absolute menace he was, turned to look at Seungcheol. "Yes, Hyung-Nim?"

"DON’T HYUNG-NIM ME, YOU JUST KISSED MY SISTER—"

"She kissed me back," Hoshi interrupted.

Y/N, completely unbothered, nodded. "I did."

Seungcheol wanted to pass out. "THAT DOESN’T HELP!"

Jeonghan, enjoying this way too much, leaned over to Mingyu. "Five seconds before Cheol explodes."

"Three," Mingyu corrected.

"TWO—"

"YAH!" Seungcheol pointed directly at Hoshi. "YOU—STAY FIVE FEET AWAY FROM HER AT ALL TIMES!"

Hoshi pouted. "But Eomonim said I can sit next to her at dinner—"

"NOT IN MY HOUSE!" Seungcheol turned to Y/N. "And you! How could you date him? Of all people?*"

Y/N blinked. "He makes me happy, Oppa."

The room went silent.

For a second, Seungcheol felt his brotherly rage waver—but only for a second.

Because Hoshi chose that exact moment to pull Y/N closer and say, "Aww, jagi~ tell him how much you love me."

Seungcheol lunged.

The members screamed.

Next day, as the members sat around watching a movie, Seungcheol turned to Y/N with a tired sigh.

"Are you sure you wanna be with him?"

Y/N laughed, intertwining her fingers with Hoshi’s. "Absolutely."

Hoshi flashed his signature goofy smile. "Cheol-ah, don’t worry! I’ll take good care of your sister."

Seungcheol exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "I don’t know if I should be touched or terrified."

"Both," Woozi said without missing a beat.

Hoshi, completely unbothered, wrapped an arm around Seungcheol’s shoulder and grinned. "Get ready for a lifetime of me, brother-in-law!"

And in that moment, Seungcheol accepted his fate.

He had gained a Hoshi in his family.

He had lost his sister.

He had lost his sanity.

And most importantly—

God help him.

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✩ Make your own Kyrii Plushie ✩

Thank you @free-sewing-patterns and @jestersneopia for asking so kindly for me to release my pattern dupe! :3 These guys are very intricate little plushies so I did my best to make something comprehensive. I also made detailed instructions which I will include after the readmore, so long post ahead!

McD's Plush Kyrii

What you will need:

•The two included images printed on 8.5"x11" (A4/Letter) paper.

•Enough of your desired Fabrics (reference the pattern size on your paper, you don't really need much at all)

✩ I recommend a short pile faux fur or other nonstretch fabric for the two body colors, and a long pile (1-4cm) faux fur for the mane and tail.

✩ You can also make the mane and tail using yarn or doll hair wefts by attaching them (sewn or glued) to a backing fabric like cotton or felt.

•Scissors or precision knife to cut fabric.

•Sewing implements (needle, pins, thimble, thread scissors, etc.)

•Thread matching one or both of your body color fabrics.

•black thread or embroidery floss for the mouth embroidery.

✩embroidery floss or thread in your desired eye colors (recommended a white for sclera, an iris color, and a black for outlines)✩OR✩buttons or safety eyes in your desired size and color.

•Stuffing (two or three handfuls of polyfill will do the job)

✩ribbon or cord to use as arm tension band and/or a loop to clip hardware like keychains and backpack hangers.

((✩ optional ))

General note: default suggested stitch length is 3mm apart unless stated otherwise.

Step 1

Print out the pattern, making sure to format your printer to use the full page with no margins. Check print preview to be sure nothing is cut off. (I made the piece inventory sheet to sort of offset any default margin weirdness but I'm new to this so let me know if it messes up.)

Step 2

Conceptualize your design and gather your materials. Are you cloning one of the plushies already out there, or making your own design? It is always good to keep reference on hand during any art project!

What special design elements are you translating to plush form? Keep in mind this pattern is small and intricate and it might be easier to omit or simplify certain design elements if you are working from something more detailed.

The cutting guide assumes 1 base color, 1 accent color, and 1 fur color with no significant shape, size, or design difference to the original McD's plushie. (Only a few fixes for symmetry and fur direction.)

Step 3

Prepare your base material for cutting. If you are doing embroidery or applique designs this may be easier while the fabric is flat and whole. Same with fur wefting, do anything like that while you have one big piece of fabric to work with. Trace the pattern pieces using chalk, heat erase pen, or some other washable marking tool using the cut guide provided. (I recommend cutting out any shape you need to add details to from the pieces inventory page, then trace those pieces on your fabric in roughly the same positions as the cut guide page.) Then do any embroidery or details you need to do while the pattern is flat.

Embroidery tips:

• Use a stiff backing piece like interfacing or felt behind your fabric to make the embroidery more durable and stiff.

•Use a back stitch or chain for lines, line in color for crisp color-changes.

•Parallel vertical lines close together catch the light and read as blocks of color best.

•Don't use stitches that are too long or loose, build stitches up diagonally like a brick pattern instead, the key is to attempt to stay parallel.

•If you are using sewing thread instead of embroidery thread, use two or three strands at once to save time.

•When you are done, cut away your backing fabric/interfacing a little outside where your embroidery stops so as not to interfere with future seams.

Step 4

Cut out your materials. If you didn't need to trace from the pieces inventory for pre-cut details, then you can just pin the cut guide paper to your fabric and cut it directly. Otherwise simply follow your trace and cut out your pieces. Be sure to keep track of which pieces go on the left and right of your plushie.

Step 5

Begin assembly by sewing all your darts first, those will be on each side of your face, inner leg, arm bottom, belly, and back pieces. Follow the blue lines that appear anywhere that says "dart" and any sew lines that create a V-like dip in the perimeter of the piece (like the arm bottom and belly pieces). Fold the seam allowance inside your seam so that the right sides of the fabric end up with a clean, unnoticeable seam. I recommend a tight, short straight-stitch about 2mm apart on darts.

Step 6

Make the loose body parts.

Sew together ears, arms, and tail by placing right sides together and sewing around based on the solid black lines in the pattern.

•Each ear will have a base color piece and an accent color piece. Make sure their shape lines up so that right sides of the fabric are together. The ear pieces are fairly flat and their sew lines should line up perfectly. Use any stitch you are comfortable with, straight stitch about 3mm apart works just fine.

•Sew one top arm piece and one bottom arm piece together for each arm. The discrepancy in their shapes creates a slight twist that gives the arm part a tube-like shape. I recommend pinning the pieces at the ends and wrist first to get the tension/gathering correct on the arm part. Any stitch works but a straight stitch will probably be easier to keep track of tension with or to rip if you make a mistake and need to retry. Keep it tight, about 2mm apart.

•For the tail, sandwich your pieces right sides together so that all the fur is tucked inside and you can sew the edges with a secure stitch like a whip or back stitch.(about 3-4mm apart) You might need to pick or brush out the fibers if they get caught in the seam.

Once you finish each piece, flip it inside out, wrong sides should remain inside while the right sides of the fabric show and all seam allowance remains inside. If any edges are having trouble flipping inside out, use a thin tool like a crochet hook or chopstick to prod them from the inside.

Stuff the 2 arms until they hold a 3D shape, firm fill recommended. Leave the other pieces in this step unstuffed.

You should have two ears, two arms, and one fluffy tail.

Step 7

Shape the face.

With the dart now sewn into the cheek, the two seams with the || registration marks should be much closer in length. Line the seam up according to the marks and fudge the rest of the length using tension. I recommend  using a ladder stitch on the right sides while keeping in mind the general size of the seam allowance.

Repeat on the other side.

When you are done, your face piece should have curvy cheeks.

Step 8

Build up the head.

Connect the forehead piece to the face piece, the curve's center goes right above the nose.

Sew in the chin piece along lower jaw.

There is a bit of leeway into how long the ears will be and which angle they stick out. For best results, give it a test right side out and pin where you like the ears to stay.

The ears go into the notches on the top of the face piece, about half of the ear should fit into that notch. Sew it into that notch, any remaining ear folds around that top seam towards the forehead and is stitched down to give the ear a slight curve that helps it remain upright.

When you're finished you should have the (bald) head.

Step 9

Construct the body.

Sew the two inner leg pieces onto the sides of the belly piece.

Sew the back pieces onto the belly and inner leg piece, leaving the arm notches alone to make the arm holes. Sew all the way around the inner leg and to the center line on the belly where the dart seam sits. There may be some overlap/extra on the back piece.

Sandwich the tail between the two back pieces and sew them together. You can adjust the angle of the tail before you sew it in, the original plushie has its tail sticking up behind the back. (Tip: if you fully close the tail seam you can use a loose couple of stitches to attach it to the body to make a hanging tail that wags when you pick up and shake the plushie.)

Your current parts should be a head, a body, two arms, and the hair piece.

Step 10

Attaching the hair piece to the head.

(OPTIONAL): First, if you want to add a keychain loop like the original plushies, snip two tiny holes into the backing of your hair piece about 6mm apart and feed a small length of cord or ribbon inside to create a loop on the outside.

Leave plenty of slack on the ends of the loop for a more sturdy hold.

Secure the loop and holes with a lot of sewing and/or glue to keep the fur fabric from fraying. Stitch down the ends of the cord/ribbon to the backing of your hair piece.

Start sewing the hair piece to the head beginning with the hairline along the forehead to get it nice and clean. Next sew across the ears and down the face piece on both sides.

Your head should now have hair, with the rest of the mane hanging down behind.

Step 11

Sew head to body.

Make sure the chin piece lines up to the belly piece, the bottom of the head should line up with the rest of the back piece on either side.

Next, sew down one side of the hair piece to the back piece, connecting the bottom edge to the seam near the tail and stopping.

Leave the other side seam of the hair piece open for arm adjustment and stuffing.

Step 12

Attach the arms.

Tension Band Explanation:

The original plushies have an arm tension band inside to keep the plushie's shape and seams intact when pulling on the arms. Generally I think this can be skipped without much issue, but could be a good idea if you plan to use this as a bag hanger or keychain plush, as the arms are the extremities most susceptible to getting caught on things, and when they are secured more comprehensibly they are less likely to rip the plush apart when yanked. Not a big deal if you just plan to keep them around the house.

(OPTIONAL): If you want to install your own arm tension band, start with the plushie right-sides-out. Sew the band to one arm and pull it taught through the chest to the other arm, securing the tension band before sewing the arms into the body piece.

To sew the arms, be sure to pose them and pin them in place right-side out first. (originals usually have one arm down and the other up on their chins/waving, though they vary a lot and there are plenty of ways to position them for different expressions.)

Then, either turn insideout again or ladder stitch the arms into place.

Almost there! You should have all your pattern pieces together at this point.

Step 13

Stuffing the plushie.

Make sure your plushie is right side out, with no incorrect seams or holes other than one of the seams between the hair piece and back piece. If you need to, gently prod a crochet hook or chopstick along the backs of seams to turn them out.

OPTIONAL: To make a weighted plush, add a small mesh bag of plastic pellets or weight of your choice to the bottom of the plushie before stuffing.

Add in your polyfill, pillow fluff, yarn fibers, scraps, or whatever you decide to stuff the plushie with, paying attention to the density of the stuffing.

I recommend keeping the head and feet more densely stuffed to keep their shape while leaving the body a bit more loose for a squishable belly.

Step 14

Close up the last seam.

Using a ladder stitch, close up your last seam, pulling tight and tying off your thread at the end for a clean, invisible seam.

Now that all the seams are in, you can now brush or pick any long fibers from the hair and tail out of the seams.

The plushie is whole! You can keep it like it is, or do some thread sculpting for a more finished look!

Step 15

Thread Sculpting.

(OPTIONAL):

Using thread in the color of your body fabrics, you can pull tension at various points to create a more sculpted shape. The original had two through the face (vertically through the chin up behind the forehead, and horizontally between the corners of the eyes), and two over top of each hand and foot to look like the separation of the toes. See the original pattern pieces for precise placement.

And that's it! You should have a finished plush kyrii!

If you have any questions or concerns please contact doggyspeak. Feel free to use this pattern, share it, or edit it with or without credit.

PLEASE DO NOT SELL THIS PATTERN OR INSTRUCTIONS! IT IS BOTH NOT ORIGINALLY DESIGNED BY ME AND ALSO SOMETHING I'VE WORKED VERY HARD ON!

If you would like to see more pattern reconstructions from me, show me your finished plushies and provide feedback and suggestions to me. I would love to see what you have made and hear what you'd like to see next! ^o^

[kanasbinwriting]

Hello!! Do you think you could do "a date with death" headcannons?? Like just general romantic headcannons!

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for your request!! Apologies for the long wait :( I was quite busy recently.

I love him so much I might even do a part two if I can come up with more after I finish all of my requests...

I listened to the adwd soundtracks as I wrote this lol. Idk and idc if someone cares or not, but my Casper plush arrives soon and I'm sooo excited ^^!! Anyway, enjoy!!

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- He looks like someone who adores kisses but wouldn't initiate them at first, so you'd have to make the first move

- But don't worry, if you stop giving him kisses and tease him enough he'll be the one to initiate them

- He gets especially weak in the knees when you kiss him on the neck

- Do you guys know that meme "Ah, yes. My girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep."? That's Casper with his Azrael plush and I will die on that hill

- He will laugh at you if you get jealous of his plush

- How can you be jealous of a plushy...? Mortals sure are weird...

- In the beginning stages of your relationship, he would be very shy and uncertain when it comes to initiating physical touch, but when you initiate it? He would never say no

- He loves to tease you but will explode when you tease him back

- No matter how often he denies it, it's obvious that he loves your teasing and adores the little back and forth you guys have

- You don't know how makeup works? Don't worry, because your personal makeup assistant is here!

- He would LOVE to do your makeup whenever you please, may it be every day or just on special occasions it doesn't matter to him. He also loves to have you this close to him and cups your cheek when he does your eyeliner

- Don't get me wrong, I bet he's a great cook, but I don't think he knows a lot of recipes and will make the same things over and over again

- If you want to eat something different, feel free to join him. I think cooking would be one of his favourite activities with you

- If you're a picky eater, he will make sure to only add the things you like

- His baking is shit though, no matter how precisely he follows the recipe, he somehow always fucks it up

- Even though he gets easily flustered, I think you two moved on quite fast in the relationship

- He would love to include you in his nightly routine

- Your skin's going to look glamorous!

- Even if you don't want to use his products for whatever reason, he'd still enjoy having you next to him doing your stuff as he gets ready for bed

- Even with Azrael in his arms, he still wouldn't be able to fall asleep without you. So when you get home late expect a grumpy reaper waiting for you on your bed

- He'll immediately forgive you when you give him cuddles

- I think one of his love languages is physical touch

- He isn't too keen on PDA, but he'll still hold your hand and give you small kisses in public

- In private he's a big cuddle bug though

- I think he would enjoy being the little spoon and big spoon, you can take your pick. He would also enjoy every cuddle position where he can hold your hand and look at your face

- One of his other love languages is definitely words of affirmation

- He enjoys receiving it as much as giving it

- I don't think that gift-giving is his love language, but he'll still give you gifts from time to time to surprise you

- Okay, I think I should stop talking about his love languages, but let me drop one more.

- I definitely think that one of his love languages is quality time

- Be it going outside for a walk or just staying at home cuddling while watching one of your silly series, he will always want to spend his time with you

-  He seems like a morning person to me, but he also enjoys staying in bed with you cuddling

- He's a GREAT listener

- No matter the subject, he will always engage in it and ask questions about it

- He loves listening to you info dump

- He'll even check the things you like out so he can engage in the conversation more

- I like to think that he enjoys playing coop games with you... especially Cult of the Lamb :)

- He's quite tidy and keeps his things organised, but he still wouldn't want to clean after you

- So if you leave your dirty laundry on the floor, be prepared for a big lecture

- When it comes to arguments, I think his reaction depends on what kind of argument it is

- Are you arguing about something silly? He will act stubborn and be a little know-it-all, even if he knows he's in the wrong

- If it's a more serious argument he will raise his voice, but won't scream

- It'll take him a day to cool off, and it will be a bit hard for him to apologise first but he still manages

- He will feel a bit awkward at first when everything's sorted out

- Just tell him that everything's fine now and give him a little smooch and he will be back on track

- Tbh I don't think that he's a jealous type, he trusts you a lot

- He does get jealous though when you somehow manage to spend more time with someone other than him

- I think he would immediately seek you out and talk to you, embarrassingly admitting that he's jealous

- If you have any hobbies and/or a fan of certain things, be prepared to suddenly have tons of merch and/or stuff of it on your bed waiting for you

- He'd look at you with a smug smile waiting to be praised and praises he will receive

- If you have any trauma and are mentally ill, he will do his best to support your every need

- If you have sudden outbursts and want to be left alone, he wouldn't mind going to a different room and wait for you to calm down. He'll still feel bad for leaving you

- He needs a lot of reassurance when it comes to your mental health and what exactly you need him to do

- The same goes for when you're chronically ill

- He won't bother to look the information up, he knows that not every method applies to the same person and will just straight up ask you what you need

- When he's sad, all he wants is for you to hold him and tell him that everything's going to be alright

- If you're stressed due to work or an entirely different reason, be prepared to get spoiled by him. Of course, he would lecture first that you need to take better care of yourself, but he will immediately massage your head after

- He will tear up if you give him a gift and bake/buy him a cake on his birthday

- If you have a hobby that he can somehow participate in be ready to have a player two, because he will join you

- He likes it when you call him baby girl. Even when it confused him at first

- He loves it when you give him serious and silly pet names, he isn't picky

- He knows that marriage is a big thing for most mortals, so he would love to marry you. It doesn't matter if it's official or not

[ququb444hm]

★ bf! keiji akaashi hcs ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !!

i wanna eat him up thank u vv much. random hcs, i js kept jotting them down (im prepping myself for writing practice/drabbles later :p). did not proofread

𖦹 type of bf who refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces/put on your own shoes when ygs are with each other. like he WILL kneel down and do it for you!!!

𖦹 likes to pick flowers that match your outfit whenever the two of you are out + takes candid photos of you with said flower in the frame

𖦹 definitely the type of bf who randomly sends pictures throughout the day to show you things that remind him of you. even if sometimes it's deadass two ladybugs bugging it out, he's like "us🩷"

𖦹 "play fights" your plushies when he's in your room. "begone foul beast!" he'd say before fucking chucking it to the other side of the room and then body slamming you onto the bed when you try to get up to retrieve it

𖦹 this man religiously uses pinterest idc. he has a whole board of things that remind him of you, pose ideas he wants to do with you, outfits he thinks you would absolutely body, literally loves that app

𖦹 he takes letterboxd and goodreads SERIOUSLY.

𖦹 loves keeping pictures of you/the both of you together literally everywhere and anywhere. behind his phone case, in his wallet, on his fridge, every daily mirror he uses ever. there's probably one in the little pockets of his notebook he brings to lectures

𖦹 ^^ each picture has a poem he wrote/saw that made him think of you in the back

𖦹 chews on your hair

𖦹 plays the harmonica in his free time (i cannot stop thinking of michael from the princess diaries when akaashi is the topic at hand) (are they not one in the same???)

𖦹 if you have any pets, he brings treats in his bag when he knows he's gonna stop by your house. sometimes he tries to teach them how to do a backflip or smt

𖦹 likes playing with your fingers, but he always does some weird shit with it. like i'm talking twisting and turning and putting them through each other idfk

𖦹 plays the sims and made put both of you in it (you guys are married with 4 kids)

𖦹 ^^ but when he plays he makes up some crazy lore about your characters like how he was actually a fucking alien sent to earth on a mission to like obliderate you or something, but during his journey to earth he got amnesia or something and couldn't remember his goal until the two of you bumped into each other at your great grandmother's 2nd cousin's daughter's nephew's guinea pig's birthday party (don't ask me how he got there) and when you guys locked eyes, he instantly remembered what he was supposed to do but you obviously didn't wanna get obliderated so instead the two of you went into hiding from the aliens and lived happily ever after

𖦹 he collects a bunch of pretty rocks and has his own rock collection, which is right by his coin collection because he's a big history nerd

𖦹 he knows how to embroider and embroiders your guys' initials into the hem of his boxers (hell yeah)

𖦹 gives you the most STANKIEST side eye if you refer to him as anything other than a pet name. "who is bro...? try again."

𖦹 likes to lay his head on your lap while you massage his temples

𖦹 is literally an only child so sometimes when he buys snacks and you ask to share he sighs SOOOOOO fucking loud and is like "well i GUESS i can give you a FEW...."

i love when people depict him as a silly guy like the world needs more silly and he is literally right there. ok bai

[orimuraa]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:✧ I like the view right now - OT7

(synopsis) 🀨 enhypen when you’re shorter than them ✧

ot7 enhypen x short fem!reader 🀨 fluff, crack 🀨 reader is shorter than enha 🀨 teasing, kisses, petnames 🀨 wc 751

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"babe where'd you go?" heeseung asked, scratching his head. the audacity of this man!! you jumped up from in front of him, making yourself now visible to the freakishly tall man. "oh there you are!! i've been looking everywhere for you!" he teased, a wide smile adorning his face while a playful scowl adorned yours. "hmph!" you pouted, crossing your arms and turning away, knowing exactly what heeseung's reaction would be. "no baby! i was just joking!" he giggled, turning you back towards him and crouching down to kiss you. "i love you my shortie."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

you were currently in the kitchen, struggling to get something from one of your higher up pantries when jay walked in. "woah there princess, what're you doing there?" he smirked, knowing exactly what your issue was. "ugh- i can't get this- thing!" with one big jump, you failed to knock down the bowl you were trying to grab, causing jay to walk over and grab it with ease. "jeez! why would anyone ever want such high up cabinets!? who even owns this house?" you questioned, turning to jay with a hand on your hip. "uhh baby? this is your house?..." he stated, laughing at your sulkiness. darn, you needed new cabinets.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

you and jake were waiting in line for a store when you suddenly felt a wait on the top of your head. "wha-?" looking up, you were silenced by the sight of your boyfriend resting his arm on top of your head. he was even leaning a bit!! "hey mister! i didn't consent you to use my head as an arm rest!" you pout, pushing off his arm. "oh, hehe, sorry sweets! you're just the perfect height for it.." he chuckles, planting a kiss to your head but not without bending down. "ah! i'm not that short! am i?" you shoot back, scrunching together your eyebrows. "well...ummm...oh! i think our order's ready!" "yah! sim jaeyun!"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"hey hoonie? i need help getting something please!" you call out to your extremely tall boyfriend. soon enough, he walks in, a small smirk already on his face from knowing exactly what the problem was. "top shelf?" is all he asks, his smirk getting bigger. you hate to boost his ego, but you nod. "the medium plates please.." the last bit is mumbled. he quickly yet easily grabs the plates, handing them to you. he then crouches down to meet you eye level, confusing you a bit. "damn, this height can't see anything!" he laughs, straightening his legs out. "yah!!" how rude...(jk all is forgiven cuz he's park sunghoon)

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"baby- oh! you're so short!" sunoo was looking for you when he bumped into you in the hallway. whenever you two would stand side by side, he would always make it a point to tease you for it. he had just caught you, making sure you didn't fall back from the collision when he pulled you forward, noticing how his eyes met a couple inches from the top of your head. "i'm just kidding!" he smiles. "you're only a bit short.." he teased, kissing your forehead before running away. aish, that guy..he wasn't even that tall compared to his other members!! one day you would get him back...maybe with the help of ni-ki...

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon and you would be walking downtown and he would see a small plushie of your favorite animal, that was a very small and short one. "jagi look! it's you! the height is literally so accurate!" he laughed, holding up the short plush to you. "yah! yang jungwon!!" you shouted, catching the attention of a few passing customers. "ok i'm sorry! you're not that short..but you're still my shortie!" he laughed again, his dimples showing even more. he then crouched down to your eye level, kissing your lips before laughing once again. this kid..

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"how's the view from down there?" "i- what?" you were so flustered and taken aback by ni-ki's sudden question, but also knowing exactly what he was doing. he was teasing you again of your guys's height difference. "hey! it's not my fault i didn't grow up to like, 6'3!" you forwned, making a pouty face at ni-ki. "and it's not my fault you're like, 2'4," he smirked back, laughing at your scowl. "take that back!!" "make me shortie!" he laughed, ruffling your hair. "nah, but don't worry, you're so cute at this height," (SOFT RIKI OMFG AJHSDB) he smiled, slowly rising onto his tip toes to become EVEN taller. "hey!! get back down here!"

hahah this was so funny cuz i'm so much shorter than all of enha and even tho jake, sunoo, and jungwon seem so short since they're the shortest ones in enha, they literally tower over me...

anyway! if you enjoyed, please reblog and like! feedback is also appreciated very much!

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[moonshapedbox]

modern!au truck driver arthur headcanons

fluff, elements of arthur morgan x fem reader, very brief suggestiveness

a/n: AHHH i'm nervous ok i’ve written fics and drabbles & stuff before but i have never posted them…so this is my first time posting. big shout out to @rdr2enjoyer for her scrumptious modern au fic that started this idea in first place !!!! and to @cassievanlauritzen for even more ideas and inspiration, i’ve written this with her in mind <3 haven't written in so long so it feels like warming up. pouring my all of trucker knowledge into this + did tons of research just in case. sorry in advance if it's not super accurate or accidentally out of character. enjoy!

- he’d be a snack lover. when he stops at gas stations fuel up he stocks up on a ton of snacks, chips, candy, jerky, you name it. also drinks lots of coffee, sodas, really anything to keep him energized.

- additionally I feel like he’d be big on Buc-ee's. loves how clean the bathrooms are, he’d go in get washed up a bit (wash his face and forearms, combs his hair, etc). then he’d get a huge bbq brisket sandwich and a dr. pepper and eat it in his cab. probably has a small Buc-ee’s cup or thermos.

- on the same note abt eating habits-- would hands down eat while he's driving. type of guy to dip in his fries in a milkshake and devour it, his unwavering attention still on the road.

- would definitely have one of those hanging rear view mirror ornaments of a like deer or a horse.

- collects little trinkets from all the states he’s been to (keychains, shot glasses etc.) would buy you a small plushie and surprises you with it when he gets home.

- the type to call you on late nights and puts you on speaker phone when he’s tired. makes you to talk to him to keep him up until he can get to his next rest stop, “darlin’ you gotta keep me up for a lil while longer…tell me ‘bout ur day”

- the only phone he's got is a flip phone. he runs out of minutes a lot and he can’t get service most the time bc of rural areas he’s traveling thru, so he calls from a pay phone. he leans against the pay phone and pulls a drag from his cigarette while he listens you on the phone, “i’m okay hon, cellphone died again i’m sorry” he flicks the ash and waits for your response, “...what’s wrong baby?…. you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me i’m fine. i can take care of myself don’t worry….”

- if there’s not a payphone available he’ll stop by a diner and use the landline, fidgeting with the cord while he talks to you, he hums and sighs to himself listening to you talk, “mhm, I know baby I miss you too…just wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours…been thinkin’ ‘bout you a lot…” he smiles to himself and looks down at his boots. “don’t cry sweet girl i’ll be home soon…in a couple days, ok?”

- when he finally does get home he’s handsy. he’s grabbing you every chance he can, he holds you in his big arms and pulls you close, snuggling into your neck and shoulders. “you have no idea how lonely it gets out how there sweetheart...” he pants into your neck, pressing warm open mouthed kisses on the underside of your jaw. “if only i could take you with me, you’d look so pretty sittin' in my passenger seat”

- he's a patient guy so he's not the type to road rage but i think he’d be a vocal complainer with the stupid ppl on the road. he's out on the road for so long that he can't help that his patience runs out sometimes. will throw up his hand in annoyance when ppl cut him off. he rests his temple against his hands in irritation, leans up to the wheel to get a better view “what the hell are we doin’...you gettin' over or not?” he grumbles to himself, “use you’re damn signal!”

- but it's quiet in the cab for the most part, it's just him and the soft hum of the road-- aside from answering the calls on the CB radio frequently.

- although it’s lonely out on the road, he gets homesick and he thinks about you a lot. the nights are even longer and more painful. some nights he doesn't mind the quiet but other nights it makes his soul ache a bit.

- the song “wichita lineman” by glen campbell….yeah it’s like that

- when he sleeps in his cab he’ll look out at the stars, it's really his only moment of the day he can truly zone out for a moment. he never gets tired of looking up at them. sometimes he'll allow himself one smoke before bed, he'll stand outside at night and breathe the fresh air, looking up at the night sky.

- similarly he loves all the scenery. one of the best parts of driving to him is traveling around, seeing how the sun sets and rises differently in every part of the country--but still equally as beautiful. it makes his heart soften, but he'd never tell anyone that

- always keeps his journal with him, writes down things that interest him. places he's been, people he's met, and so on.

- he’s always changing radio stations when it fades into static as he crosses county lines, has lots of CDs or cassettes just in case the radio doesn’t have anything good on or he can’t get rid of the static

- as for the CDs and cassettes— definitely classic rock guy and like old country/folk music (you know johnny cash, willie nelson, john denver type of stuff). is a sucker for ballads bc they express emotions he feels yet can’t explain in his own words :’)

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if there's anything u think i should add let me know and i might make a part 2 !!! thank u sm for reading :)

[blond3ang3l]

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Previous part

Eren breaking you and your bf up

"He needs to mind his business." Those words made his blood absolutely boil when he saw what your boyfriend texted you. He didn't mean to go through your text messages but when he saw your boyfriend texted you while he was using your phone he went to tell you. When he saw what your man said though is when he knew that he needed that nigga to get going somewhere. Not only that but his mind was so stuck on what happened the last time he had watched you and your boyfriend through the little plushie. You cried out his name, not your boyfriend's, his. You loved him and he needed to get rid of the last obstacle to get you all to himself.

Your boyfriend already wasn't great compared to Rennie. He spoiled you so much, giving you whatever your heart could desire. Your needs were always met with him to the point that you didn't even have to ask your boyfriend for anything because Rennie knew before you even told him sometimes just based on how you talked about things or looked at them. Your boyfriend was just...okay compared to him. Nothing really bad but nothing special. Just boring.

Your boyfriend had gone quiet on you the past couple days making you obviously upset. Your friends had taken notice and tried to talk to you but you pushed it off as nothing to them. Truthfully you didn't want to tell them about the really big fight you and your partner had about his jealousy issues. Lately he had been just acting so weird. He had started complaining about everything you did. About your clothes being "too dressy", or you were "putting too much effort" in your hair. Enough was enough when you woke up to him literally throwing shit around while going through your phone. He hadn't found anything that made you look bad but simply some pictures you had took.

You had no idea what the cause of the weird behavior was.

Eren did though. He was the one behind your boyfriends paranoia. Making fake accounts to text your boyfriend about how lucky he was to have you. Using them to comment under your photos, leaving heart eyes, anything to absolutely fuck with his mind. He was trying that man absolutely fucking crazy, and the more annoying he got the more you would push him away and fall into Eren for reassurance. And damn did his plan work when you called him three in the morning in years of how exhausted you were with your boyfriend and hated him so much. He felt horrible at just how much he was enjoying just how upset you are.

"Please Ren, I just can't with him anymore. He just fucking pushed down my desk and it broke everything on there. My mirror, jewelry, everything just destroyed. I have to replace all of it now." It was almost hard for him to understand you because of how hard you were crying from frustration. Eren was the slightest bit shocked. He deemed the guy as a man baby, but breaking your shit? "I'm on my way okay? Just unlock your door. Don't worry about your vanity we can go out tomorrow and look for stuff to replace it. I'll be there soon." When he heard a small "okay" on your end it only made him smile while he got his shoes on. The plan got a little rocky sure , but now you needed him more than ever and he would happily oblige.

@merakidoll

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[crispy-bonnie]

MK1 guys attending the fair with their S/O

(Tomas Vrbada, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Liu Kang)

i just need to write these down because oh my god they've been stuck in my head for too long

this also ignores canon a bit (cough cough lin kuei cough cough) because i'm delusional and refuse to believe anything that bi-han did was canon /lh [lighthearted]

also not proofread and just a bit ooc , just made this outta impulse

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Tomas likes to go on the rides, specifically the more intense ones. He just finds the thrill of being tossed and turned around fun. He will do his best to comfort you if you don't do well on those kinds of rides and will even bring motion sickness meds just for you. Also please hold him whenever you're scared on those rides because it makes him feel so happy to know that you're willing to cling to him shdbsb

Tomas also enjoys the fair games a lot, the both of you trying and failing miserably to win the games and simply laughing about it. There was only one time he ever won a game, and it was only because he used a bit of his magic to toss the ring around one of the poles. Even so, it was a win in his book.

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Bi-Han doesn't really care for the fair. He's only there because both you and his brothers dragged him along. However, he seems to lighten up just a tad when he sees you gushing over how adorable one of the prize plushies is. He wastes no time in buying play tickets and making his attempt to win it just to impress you.

He eats shit every attempt that he tries. Eventually runs out of tickets and gets mad so he just uses his cryomancy out of pure rage. The poor guy at the stall is scared shitless and just claims that he won before handing him the huge ass plush out of fear. Bi-Han immediately hands it to you and just smiles tiredly at your giddy behavior as the two of you walk away hauling the big ass stuffy.

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Kuai Liang has you on a leash because you get lost easily. Either that or he's just worried about losing you in the crowds. The leash is most likely latched to some kind of bag or belt that you might be wearing. Whether or not it's you or him taking the lead, he always makes sure he's got a firm hold on the leash.

If you get distracted or overwhelmed, Kuai Liang will tug lightly at the leash to bring you closer whilst muttering 'C'mere' under his breath. He'll hold your hand to keep you from straying and as a means of comfort. If you're too overstimulated, he'll cradle you to his chest and shield your face from the noise, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances for you to focus on.

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Syzoth has had very little experience with fairs. Closest thing he's gotten to one is the Sun Do festival, and he's only experienced it once. You'll have to guide him through a lot of the stuff. He doesn't really like the rides (aside from the chill ones) but will do his best not to projectile vomit acid anywhere if you do.

You two are strolling down the place while munching on some fair food when you spot a cute looking prize at one of the game booths. You decide to use some tickets to try and win one, but you don't seem to nail it. Syzoth offers to give it a shot, scarfing down the rest of the turkey leg in his hand (that both of you were supposed to share together) before trying it out. He wins, like- perfectly, managing to win you the prize in one shot while leaving some fairgoers and the vendor stunned.

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Kung Lao is absolutely destroying all the food at the fucking stalls. It's a wonder how this mf isn't built like a 1x1 lego piece from the sheer amount he powers through. He likes to share portions with you so that you can have a nice taste of whatever high-calorie junk is being served.

Oh my god and don't get me started on the stranger sides of the fair food. Kung Lao would happily order the weirdest shit only to regret it two seconds later. Except for once. There was one time where he tried pickle drink, which is just pickles in Dr Pepper. To your misfortune, he liked it, and now it's something he whips up at home every now and then. I hope you like pickles.

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Raiden prefers to just have a chill day with you, doesn't want to do anything intense. He just walks around with you, looking at the shops and such while eating some fair food or something. He doesn't go on any of the dizzying type of rides, and will simply watch from the ground if you decide to do so.

Even without all the thrilling shit, Raiden does his best to make it enjoyable, mostly through romantic actions. Like- my dude will get matching stuff for you, stuffed animals or treats with the cheesiest lines ever—it's like you two are on a first date with how he tries to treat you. You find it adorable, especially when he gets flustered after you return the favor.

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Johnny Cage thinks he's an absolute legend at the fair games. He's really not, but he will always boast about it anyway. He'll most likely drag you towards where most of the games are and use his fuckload of tickets to play. If you point out a prize, he will absolutely fight tooth and nail to win the prize.

He never does and eventually the vendor gets so tired of his attempts that the guy just hands him the prize. Johnny will probably go on about how he totally won that while you simply chuckle and roll your eyes as the two of you move on. He also will be taking an excessive amount of photos during the fair—but that's pretty par for the course on anything with him.

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Similarly to Raiden, Kenshi isn't very fond of the intense rides, especially the ones that spin a lot. He just likes to stroll around and chill with you. He also doesn't really favor the games all too much, and if he does play, he's probably using Sento to help out.

Kenshi likes to hang around the animal-petting zoos, seeing as it's one of the few things he really can enjoy with his blindness. The two of you like to play this game where you hold an animal out to him or guide his hand towards one, and he has to guess what animal he's touching. The animals also seem to be very fond of him. Especially the fluffier ones.

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Liu Kang is kind of a mix of Raiden and Syzoth. He doesn't really care as much for the fair than he does your happiness and enjoyment. He'll happily go along with you around the fair or on rides, except for the dizzying ones. He'll gladly try some fair food, play some games, all to see you smile.

While Liu Kang often chooses not to play any of the games, he's actually jacked at this shit. Point out a prize and he'll fuckin slam dunk that game like it's nobody's business before handing you the thing you were eyeing. He doesn't pay mind to the shocked stares around him, content with watching that grin of yours shine as you giggly thank him. He also likes to go on the ferris wheel—he finds it relaxing and it gives him time to just be able to sit in peace with you whilst the fair goes on from below.

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Snort, and All

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing: sylus x nb!reader 𓆩♡𓆪synopsis: what you find incredibly embarrassing, he finds it to be the cutest thing on the planet 𓆩♡𓆪warning: cutie patootie sylus 𓆩♡𓆪wc: 525 𓆩♡𓆪: a/n: hey guys... it's been literally a year since i've posted anything, and i swear i'm going to get back to writing again I PROMISE.. but i hope u guys enjoy even if it's really short <33

It wasn’t very often that you were able to hang out with Sylus. There were times you’d go weeks without actually talking to each other, other than the “good morning” texts he would send every morning like clockwork. He was always sent it with a little heart emoji, though he swears it’s autocorrect that added it.

But the times that you did hang out, he made sure that you guys had as much fun as humanly possible. That included spending money to watch you fail to get a plushie from the claw machines, or going to the same cafe to play kitty cards, all because you claim that you can’t play that game anywhere else because of the warm atmosphere there. He didn’t mind paying for it, as all he wanted was to see his partner smile. 

Today was the day that you finally had some time that you could take off. There weren't any major missions that needed attending to, and you didn’t have any work to finish up. So, Sylus decided to take you somewhere on your lovely day off.

He took you out on a picnic, but not before he found a private park he could buy just for you. Not rent. Buy. He bought the entire park, all for you. Of course, he didn’t tell you that part. He didn’t need you worrying about it on your supposedly relaxing day.

The day was fun. He brought lots of your favourite foods, drinks, and even brought a portable vinyl player. Music was a big part of his life, and he enjoyed sharing it with you. The two of you chatted about whatever came to mind as the music played softly in the background. Well, it was more like you talked, and Sylus listened. He loved listening to you talk. If he could, he’d get your voice recorded onto a vinyl record just so he could listen to your voice for hours on repeat. 

And then, he heard it.

You made a joke, and then you snorted. 

You fell quiet, looking at him like you silently prayed that he didn’t hear it. What’s more embarrassing than hearing someone snort mid laugh. It’s on the level of  embarrassment that you could feel this pit in your stomach, and that random urge to swallow a lump in your throat.

But then, he just smirked at you. That same smirk that made you either want to kill him or kiss him. Right now, it was wanting to kill him.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, I-” He cut you off before you could finish your soon-to-be long ramble of how you were sorry and that it was so embarrassing, you wanted to die, yada yada.

“No, it’s okay. I liked it.” What you thought was the bane of your existence, was what Sylus adored about you. That face you made when you ugly cried? Adorable. The way you look with your face smooshed into a pillow when you’re dead asleep? Precious. And now that he finally got to hear you snort when you laugh? 

If he could fall for you any harder, he would. And he did.