#i am hugging him so tight i am affirming him so much im

[gaytkachuk]

it's over for me i can't do this

[to-thelakes]

love-sick, dopey

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; you and the girls got trashed on a night out which makes you very love sick and dopey when you return home

warnings; fluff, just pure fluff, reader vomits, reader is very drunk, slightly suggestive and discusses being pregnant/having kids (very briefly)

notes; living the uni student life means you get drunk and then come home and write about being drunk with your fav fictional character. im honestly not a super sappy drunk, i don't even know what kind of drunk i am, probably hungry, but i love this sappy reader, they're v cute so enjoy <3

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You were well and truly trashed. A night with Penelope, Tara, Emily and JJ was always a night to remember but you were completely trashed as Luke helped you into the house. You would not keep your hands off of him, constantly touching his back, his shoulders, his arms, his face, his lips, any part of his body you could get your grubby mitts on.

Luke, as your boyfriend, obviously didn’t mind how touchy you were. In fact, he enjoyed when you were more touchy but he was also trying to get you back in the house and to bed. Your inability to let go of him for even a second was making that very hard on him.

“Did I ever tell you how much I loveeee you?” You asked, a dopey smile on your lips as you tugged him away from putting the latch back on the front door. Your hands had barely left his waist but when he didn’t move, you pouted. You tugged again as he finished latching the door, “Heyy, I wanna manhandle you,” You muttered as you tugged again. Luke reluctantly gave into the pull this time and came face-to-face with you.

“You wanna manhandle me huh?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his tone. You nodded.

“You do it to me, it’s pay. back.” Your last two words were emphasized by a hard poke to his chest. He stared down at your hand and then back at your face, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He teased. You nodded, letting out an affirmative ‘uh-huh’ but before you could do anything else, Luke’s arms came around your waist and he threw you over his shoulder. You let out a ‘oof’ and then a loud cacophony of giggles, hands hanging loosely over your head.

“This is not what I meant,” You whined as you smacked his back. But from this angle, you had a perfect view of his ass. Luke began to walk and you couldn’t help but squeeze his ass. He certainly didn’t expect it and he jumped at the sudden contact.

“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass?” Luke asked. You giggled and rather than answering, pinched his butt again, “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be then, huh?” He challenged. You let out an affirmative ‘yep’ before he pulled you from over his shoulder and placed you on the kitchen counter.

The quick changes in gravity made your stomach slosh and before Luke could even get the next word out, he realized you were fighting back vomit. He instantly went for the washing up bowl that was thankfully empty and shoved it into your hands just as you threw up into it. You coughed and spluttered as he quickly pushed your hair out of your face, his other hand rubbing your back and you cried out softly.

“I’m sorry,” You managed between fighting tears. Luke shook his head and he stroked your hair before you placed the bowl to the side. But it rested precariously on the edge of the counter. Before there were any accidents, he shoved it further on and pushed himself between your thighs. You used your sleeve to wipe away the sick before Luke pulled you into a hug.

You buried your face in his neck, holding him tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The sour taste of sick sat heavy on your tongue but you ignored it, instead favoring the smell of Luke’s aftershave. It was always so comforting.

“You wanna get some sleep?” He asked. You nodded against his neck and he shifted his hand underneath your ass before he lifted you off the counter, “Okay, carina, just keep a hold of me,” He whispered softly. You clung to him as tight as you could as he carried you up the stairs. Your arms kept a tight hold of him, not wanting to let go for a second. He then placed you down on the bedroom floor and turned you around, “Dress off?” He asked. You nodded and he slowly began to unzip it from the back.

“Bra off too, please,” You murmured softly. He nodded and unclipped the bra before they both came off, followed by your heels. He then grabbed one of his own shirts and pulled it over your head. Your smile had become dopey again as you looked up at him. 

“Drink some of this,” He said as he grabbed the water he’d taken to the room before he had picked you up. You pouted and stared at it before reluctantly taking it. Your grip was a little weak but you managed to drink half the water before you seemed satisfied.

“You’re so cute, taking care of me,” You mumbled, “Love you, Lukie.” He cringed slightly at the nickname but found it endearing nonetheless, “Lukie pookie schmookie fookie.” Luke was sure that you had officially lost it and he couldn’t help grinning at you. He led you over to the bed and you collapsed into a heap on top of the duvet.

“Gonna give you so many kisses in the morning, smooch you everywhere,” you murmured as you pushed the covers back with your feet before dragging them over you, “Give you a big forehead smooch and tell you how much I love you because I love you so much. Best boyfriend ever. Will marry you one day. Already planning the wedding. Gonna get Rossi to cook for us and we’re gonna have a feast and it’s gonna be sooooo good. Just wanna eat you up.” As you rambled, you turned over in the bed, snuggling up with your eyes closed, Luke was changing into his own pajamas. He couldn’t help smiling at your love-drunk confessions.

When you felt the mattress drop under his weight, your eyes reopened, “Would you be my husband? I want you to be my husband and fuck me full of your babies. Then we can be like Matt and Kirsty and have little babies running around the house and tiring us out. And they can tire Roxy out and I can take them on walks and you can take them on hikes and late at night, I can snuggle up to you and whisper about how we want another one and you can fuck me so quietly because we don’t wanna wake the kids up. Would be so perfect,” You were still rambling and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze with tenderness at the life you pictured for the two of you.

“That what you want?” He asked. You nodded your head, so sure of yourself as you tugged him into you.

“Want all of you, every day, all the time. Can’t ever lose you,” You mumbled as you nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I think I can arrange that,” He said softly. You grinned and lifted your head up.

“You better, hold you to that,” You murmured before you pressed a kiss to his chin. You then curled up against his chest. Luke’s arm rested around you, keeping you close and you were quick to conk out against him but all he could think about was the life that he wanted with you and that he now realized you wanted to.

It made him ecstatic.

[aihaitahm]

when they have a jealous! anxious! s/o

characters: kafka, blade, alhaitham

a/n: for the crying part… sorry thats a bit self indulgent… :( also ive been busy with work sunday-friday 9-6 :(( alsoooo ive watched atsv and im interested in writing miguel so i was wondering if anybody would b interested, let me know in the inbox :3

blade

blade is a person who rather keeps to himself and doesnt really do small talk with others unless its with you. in fact, he is probably the one who gets a bit jealous more often than not. like he knows youre not going to flirt back to a rando but he already hates the other man/woman/person for even trying to get to flirt with you.

to see youre jealous is confusing to him because why should you? he literally only expresses his feelings to you so why are jealous? and have you seen yourself? nobody can ever compare to you. wouldnt get mad at you but if anything he wants to punch your intrusive thoughts and jealous thoughts. he knows how it feels and its not a nice feeling at all.

whether or not you jokingly get jealous or cry from it, he would reassure you by embracing you and kissing you gently. he is not good with words but he tries to affirm with that he only loves you and that is in fact true. if only you knew how much he would literally would die for you and choose u in every other universe.

kafka

she flirts a lot but once she settles down with you be prepared because she will only flirt and be so so sweet to you. when she sees others she is quite nonchalant compared to before but since her voice is naturally sultry you sometimes cant tell if she is flirting or not.

can easily read you when youre jealous and would reassure you the way you need to be reassured. you need space? okay thats fine with her too while she prepares something for you like a movie to watch and your favorite food.

likes that you get jealous for her because she knows you really care a lot for her. you may never ever suspect this but kafka can get jealous too. she is just good at hiding it but if you look into her eyes oh you know she will bite (mark you too) at whoever is being flirtatious to you.

alhaitham

he is also very much similar to blade. keeps to himself most of the time and likes to be alone but he loves your company. why would he need anybody else’s opinion if he could just ask you?

if you do get jealous, he would first reassure you 101% and then he would give you a logical approach/response to what is happening. he would give you a huge tight hug so that you can forget about your irrational thoughts for at least a minute.

would purposely wear your belongings so people would avoid flirting with him or approach him in general. he secretly wants you to do the same except he will never say a word. when he is jealous he would be a bit petty or not say a word or he might ask you a serious question like “am i comedic enough for you?”

[lunathebee]

Hi Luna <3 how are you?

I haven't felt very good in the last couple of days, just things in my life give me a lot of anxiety and I just feel so tired but I don't seem to get a rest of all this madness and confusion.

Sorry for my little rumbling, but I was thinking, could I request some headcanons of the moon boys dealing with a reader who is going through something like this? Sorry if it's to long and it's okay if you don't want to do it, I obviously won't judge 🪷

I hope you have a good day dear 💐

THE MOON BOYS CARING FOR THEIR STRESSED S/O

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: hiya, ty for sending in a rq, im sorry you're feeling this way anon, I hope you're already feeling a lot better by the time I answered this 〜♡

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

He understands what you're going through so well.

As you can see by the large eyebag on his face, this boy has been through a lot.

He noticed how you act differently than you do every day and immediately confronted you about it.

Steven will bring you a hot cup of your favorite drink and tell you to rant to him.

Steven is a great listener; he really is.

His eyes never held such things as disgust or hatred.

He knows what to say and when to say it, too.

"It is not your fault."

"I...I know Steven..."

"No, I mean it, say it darling: 'It is not my fault'. Y/n, I need to hear you say it."

If things get a bit emotional, that's alright. You can cry as long as you want.

There's also a lot of subtle hand holding; it works like magic.

His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

He is stressed too, from everything in his life.

Marc is mostly in his own world; some call him selfish, but I believe he just wanted to solve his own problem as soon as possible so he could take care of you.

He may not have noticed as quickly as Steven or Jake, but when he caught sight of your teary eyes

He will pull you into a tight hug.

"Y/n...what happened? Tell me baby, tell me."

"I'm...I-.."

"It's okay, I'm here *tightens the hug* Y/n, I'm here with you."

Marc is not really good at comforting someone, but he does his best to do so.

From then on, he tried to stay with you as much as he could, keeping an eye on you.

Get yourself a lover like Marc y'all

A "I stay close with you as much as I can now because I don't want myself to be clueless when you're tired" man and not a "why don't you tell me you're tired?" man.

His love language is acts of service and quality time

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

When he notices your sadness, he has two thoughts: did he do something wrong to you, or did SOMEONE do something wrong to you?

It's never about you honey.

I think it's a little amusing and careless(?) that Jake would drop everything and take you shopping.

He is the type of man (filthy rich) who understands what you want.

The only thing your little head needs to be worried about is whether red or white suits you better, not... whatever it is that is giving you a hard time.

Jake would also *force* you to take a rest; let him take care of everything.

He is a grumpy old man, but he never yells or be angry at you; it's kind of the opposite.

"Thank you for... doing everything for me, Jake."

"Of course mi amor, what am I without you? C'mon, let me hold the shopping bags so you can hold my hand."

I believe he would take you out for a late-night car ride too, just to clear your head a bit.

His love language is gift giving and acts of service

[chrisevansdaughter]

can you do a fic where singer!reader & and chris goes to the grammys for reader’s performance. to sing dangerous by madison beer. him tearing up about her singing, her outfit, her, her CRYINGGGG🥹 the whole performance, the layout of it. can this be sad but fluffy, currently how im feeling :) please💌 you can think of the aftermaths of them to coming home late, cuddling up together 🤍

“The fairytale moment never ends.”

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Paring: Chris x Singer! Reader (FC: Florence Pugh)

Warnings: just pure Fluff, small mention of anxiety.

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Hey my loves, this is a special one for @classicalmarvel which I had the absolute pleasure of writing. This was definitely one of my favourites to write and plan. Lovey I hope this brings the comfort you need. I hope you all love it. I recommend listening to the song whilst reading💖

Asks are open 🔓 for headcannons, fic ideas or just general questions or ideas

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The pure beauty of your music always had Chris so proud, it was a special thing to witness. It felt like a Disney fairytale that he was lucky to live in.

Preforming at the Grammys was the one dream you’d always had.

Tonight it was coming true.

The process of the dress fitting, the rehearsals, the design of the stage it was all a massive dream. That you never thought would happen; Chris was in awe of you.

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The night of the performance anxiety was rampant in the air, with the house full of stylists, makeup artists, hairstylists and photographers. You felt like you didn’t have a moment to yourself to really let tonight sink in, Chris knew that it was the time to be alone with you for a minute to comfort you.

Walking out of the whirlwind that was the massive guest bathroom, he led you to the master bedroom to have a calm moment with you. He knew you needed it and you appreciated how in tune he was with you.

“Chris thank you for this. Y/n whispered angelically cuddling into to his warm comforting chest. The smell of gucci guilty black overwhelming your senses with the safety that it brought.

“You don’t need to thank me sweetheart I know how overwhelming this is for you even though it’s a massive dream of you, I am so so proud of you lovey. To be able to watch you achieve your dream is like a fairytale moment.” He replied peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks. Like positive affirmations.

“I love you so much bubs thank you for this, it means the world.” Hugging him tight before leaving to deep dive back into the chaos of getting ready.

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Stepping on to stage, nervous flowing from head to toe though your body. Taking deep breaths whilst the lights came up, getting ready to show the world your amazing work and this beautiful opportunity you’ve been blessed with.

The lights came up. Your dress sparkling in the light.

“I remember you this way

Keep it safe inside my memory

But I've held you here for far too long

I wonder if you think of me

I'm still putting up a fight” —

Whilst you were singing tears were lining Chris’ eyes your voice, your beauty, the way you were singing.

“Tell me the truth, what did I do?

Look at me, why can't I see?

No it can't be this easy, to let me go

Ooh-ooh”

The lights slowly fade.

By the end of the performance, tears clouded your vision, streaming down your face. But in the moment you didn’t care. The little girl in you couldn’t believe it.

The room erupted in applause, cheers. Tears were visible all around the room. The one thing you could see with tears clouding your vision was Chris tears streaming, running to you on stage just to shower you in praise, kisses and affection. Know how hard you worked and what you went though to get to this very moment.

It was a fairytale that you wish would never end.

Later that night it was spend intimately celebrating after going to a massive after party. With cuddles, kisses and Dodger joining in on the love too because he was so proud of his human.

“I’m so proud of you lovey, this was uplifting to watch and a dream to experience especially with how beautiful you looking in that dress. Gawd you looked amazing.” His Boston accent coming out towards the end whilst he was so still in awe of how much you’ve accomplished from where you’ve come from to now you’ve made bounds of progress. He couldn’t be more proud.

Slowly your voice broke, but Chris was always the safe space where you accepted his love and praise like some affluent affirmation that was like a mantra in your head all the time.

“Thank you so much bubba for your love, and for supporting me and always being there” replying to the love of your life who you were always glad to share these amazing moments with.

Together.

The fairytale moment never ends.

[ameera-bartholemew]

hii im back again 😸😸 what do you think their love languages are??

OKAY SO i’ve answered this recently so i’ll give their reactions when you indulge into their love language

btw im sorry for taking so long on resquests! i’ve just been so busy and these take some time bc i want to make it as accurate and detailed as possible!! gotta give the seduce me fans the feast they deserve <3

James: Quality Time

I heard the front door slowly close, and that’s when I knew to get into place. I was soon going to see my masterful plan unfold for James.

You see, I had recently bought the newest book that came out of the “Loving in Fantasy” series, James’ current obsession. I was so excited to get my hands on it, and as he had gotten me into it too, I knew I was going to enjoy reading such a wonderful series with him. My mind wondered to wholesome thoughts about us reading together when a voice broke my thoughts.

“Love? I’m home! Where are you?”

I giggled at James’ confusion, and creeped under the desk in the library.

“Come and find me!!” I shouted, holding the new book to my chest and feeling the textures of its cover.

It was like he already knew where I was, because he promptly walked into the library where I was hiding. I held my breath, hearing his footsteps echo throughout the room.

“Boo!” he exclaimed, peeking his head under the desk where I was. I jolted and then began to laugh, trying to discreetly hide the book from his view. Unfortunately, he noticed. Damn incubus.

“Hmm? What are you hiding, my love?” he cooed, trying to reach his hands around my back.

“Hey no peeking!” I yelled, quickly running out of the desk and standing right behind him. When he turned to look at me, all I could see through his eyes was pure love and admiration.

“So, what’s the surprise dear?”

“Well you know that one book series you got me into?”

“Loving in Fantasy?” Yes. What about it?”

“Weeeellll, the newest book came out and I—WOAH!”

I could barely finish my sentence before James wrapped me in a tight hug and began kissing all over my face. I leaned into his touch, feel sweet sensations run through the course of my body. I could tell he was really happy. He slowly pulled away before speaking.

“Ahem. What else were you going to say, love?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to read it together? Or maybe you could read it to me? Whatever you want to do is fine by me,” I said smiling. “I just thought that we could just spend some time alone, doing our favorite thing, you know?”

“Love… I…” James struggled to finish his sentence as he pulled me into another tight embrace, hoping that his actions could show how touched he was. He let out a happy sigh, just enjoying the sweet moment.

“I would love to. Why not start now?” he whispered gently in my ear.

“Yeah but aren’t you hungry?”

“I am, to be honest. Alright, I’ll make dinner but after that, we’re starting this.” he spoke teasingly, softly caressing my cheek with his thumb. We could only stare into each other’s eyes for a brief moment before James spoke up again.

“I love you so much. You mean the world to me, my love. I wanna be with you forever, doing whatever pleases you. As long as you’re there, it’s a life worth living.”

(that book series isn’t real i made it up HAHA)

Erik: Words of Affirmation

“Maybe this would look better? No, I need something a little more… charming.” Erik’s voice spoke on the other side of the door. I quietly kept my ear on the dressing room door, curious to hear the conversations he was having with himself.

I had come to Erik’s boutique to surprise him, but from his tone he seemed pretty defeated. I hoped that my presence could make him feel at least a little better. Hearing his groan of annoyance, I knew that I had to step in and see what was going on.

Placing my hand and turning the knob, I found Erik shirtless sitting on a chair with his head in his hands. Around him was an assortment of clothes in a variety of shades. Erik jumped at the sound of the door opening, but looked pleasantly surprised to see me.

“Highness!” he shouted, walking towards me and giving me a loving kiss. I felt my lips curl into a smile as I kissed him back, happy to feel his lips against mine.

“Hi Erik! Are you okay? You seemed pretty annoyed just a couple moments ago.” I questioned, worry taking over my face.

“Oh! Yeah I’m okay, no need to worry love. I’m just frustrated, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“What clothes to wear for your parent’s party coming up. I need to find something elegant but I’m having a hard time.” he admitted, gently guiding me to sit on his lap as he sat down on the chair again.

“Fashion usually comes easy when it’s other people, but when it’s me I struggle so much.” he continued, sadness showing in his eyes.

“Why though?” I asked, kissing his cheek to comfort him. He smiled at the gesture, despite carrying sad eyes.

“I just, well, don’t really like myself I guess.”

“What? Why not?” I asked, being even more concerned than ever.

“I don’t really know. It’s too hard to think,” he responded, closing his eyes and resting his head on my shoulder. I gingerly caressed his hair before speaking.

“Erik, love. You’re so handsome, beautiful, charming, all of it. Your looks could kill. Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m dreaming. Not to mention how gorgeous your personality is. You’re an adorable little flirt, and I’m so in love with you. No matter what you wear, it’ll look good because it’s on you. Don’t let the doubts take over your pretty face. I know whatever you choose to wear will compliment your beauty, okay?” I reassured him. With every word his face slowly began to light up and turn a soft shade of pink.

After my speech Erik slowly opened his eyes, water glossing over them. He gently blinked them away though, preparing to speak.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Erik smiled bright and even chuckled a bit, lost for words. He made a hum of appreciation before pulling me into a passionate kiss, letting his tongue loose in my mouth. I kissed back as I let my hands roam his bare chest. This went on for some time, until Erik pulled away with a sweet smile.

“Thank you Highness. Your words mean so much to me. You truly are a treasure. Your beauty is magnificent, words could never be able to fully describe it. I could though, if you really wanted me to.” He teased, winking at me.

I chuckled at his response, and then pulled him in for another kiss.

Sam: Words of Affirmation

As I awoke from my long nap, I looked to my side and spotted an exhausted Sam staring back at me, kneeling beside the bed. I could only assume he had been watching me for some time, because he seemed to be in a daze even after I woke up.

I simply smiled at him, watching as he got flustered and quickly turning away. Regaining composure, he turned back to me and gently patted my hair.

“Finally awake Doofus?” he spoke.

“Mm, yeah. How was work?” I asked, noticing that his hair was a bit messier than usual. My question could only make him huff in response.

“Pretty shitty. The guys that I caught were being assholes.”

His statement made me sit up in bed, concerned as to what happened.

“Why? What did they do?”

“They kept insulting my job and called me a ‘brute.’ It took a lot not to just knock them out,” he mumbled, crossing his arms in frustration. I was leaning in to hug him until he got up and sat on the bed next to my head. I scooted to the side so he could have more space to sit.

Sam’s face softened into gentle sadness, which made me even more worried. I merely waited to see what he had to say before comforting him.

“Sometimes I wonder if I really am a brute. I mean, I do act like one. Maybe I’m just what everyone says I am…” he wondered, only staring down at his fidgeting hands. He sighed in disappointment before closing his eyes, looking deep in thought.

I pouted at his words, wanting to prove him wrong. Wanting to prove that he’s more than what people say he is, so that he could believe it too. Something went off in me, and I suddenly knew what to say and do.

I quickly grabbed both of his hands and pulled them over to my lap. He opened his eyes in confusion, but before he could say anything I put a finger to his lips and began to speak.

“Sam. You’re not a brute. You’re not what everyone says you are. You’re just an expressive person that feels a lot of emotions, but just because of that doesn’t mean that you’re a brute. Deep inside, there’s a gentle Sam that cares a lot about people close to him. This part of you shines every day, even if some people can’t see it. And if they continue to call you shallow words, don’t listen to them. You’re more than that. I know you are. And there’s a part of you that knows it too.”

With that I gently squeezed his hands and smiled at him, hoping to convince him. I wanted him to know that I meant everything I said, and looking at his eyes, I could tell that he did.

Sam sat there stunned at my words, but eased into a smile nonetheless. He then gave me a goofy grin, pulling me into a tight hug. He rested his chin on the top of my head, relishing in our sweet embrace.

“Heh. You know how much I love you, right Doofus?”

“Of course. And you know how much I love you?”

“Absolutely.”

Sam slowly pulled away to look deep into my eyes, feeling comforted by my presence. I only stared back, seeing how much of a trance he was in just looking at me.

“Wow. You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine…” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. I met him halfway there, and we both relaxed into a loving kiss.

Matthew: Physical Touch

I let out a happy sigh as I quickly turned the knob of the front door, letting it slide open. The interior of the mansion that I had gotten used to welcomed me. What surprised me though was that Matthew was no where to be found.

He’s probably still sleeping, I thought, as I had been gone for a couple of days spending time with my family. However I was wrong, as I suddenly saw a figure with black curly hair sprinting towards me.

“Y/N you’re finally home!” Matthew shouted, jumping into me and giving me a tight hug. I hugged him just as intensely, feeling my body crave his touch.

“Haha! Hi Matthew, I missed you so much,” I spoke, rubbing my nose to his cheek. He giggled in response before kissing me all over my face.

Quickly though, he pulled away to help me carry my suitcase into the house, eager to spend time with me.

“I missed you too, but now we can be together!! Can we cuddle? I need it,” he pleaded, jokingly giving me puppy eyes. I laughed at his neediness before nodding my head and feeling my body shift as Matthew carried me to our bedroom.

He gently set me down on the bed before walking to the opposite side of it and laid down next to me, humming cheerfully. We both turned to face each other and lovingly stared into our eyes, relaxing in the moment. My hands began to wander though, and I slowly started to caress Matthew’s hair. Very pleased by my action, Matthew shifted closer towards me, silently begging to keep going. As I did, he seemed to almost purr at my touch. I loved seeing him go mushy at the affection.

As I kept going, Matthew let out quiet sounds of pleasure, clearly enjoying the attention I was giving him. To my surprise though, he grabbed my hands and pulled them to his mouth, kissing them all over.

“You make me feel so good, you know that? Your touches are heavenly,” he spoke in between kisses. He then kissed my lips deeply, wanting to return the favor. I let him, and our whimpers of love synced in harmony.

When we pulled away, Matthew guided my head to his chest, as a way of thanking me for loving him. I let myself lean against his chest, hearing his heartbeat softly thump on my ear.

“I love you so much, beautiful. I’m so glad you’re home.”

���I love you too Matthew, and I’m happy I get to be with the man I love most. You’re so adorable.” Matthew’s grip on me tightened as he heard my compliment.

“Noo you’re way cuter. You’re the cutest person in the whole world!”

“Mhm. Suuuure I am.”

“It’s true! Want me to prove it?” he asked teasingly, ready to take on the challenge.

“Yeah.” I answered, ready for what he was about to do. Soon Matthew got on top of me, using his legs to keep mine still. I wasn’t sure where this is going so I didn’t move. Suddenly, Matthew pounced on me, trying to tickle every spot on my body imaginable. I thrashed and screamed at his advances, feeling my body being threatened by his masterful hands.

“Okay, okay I agree! Just stop! Please!!” I shouted, my body tingly from being tickled so unexpectedly. He then smiled triumphantly, kissing my nose as a way to brag his victory. Sighing happily, he got off of me and pulled me back in to cuddle.

“I love you so gosh dang much, Y/N.”

“Hehe, I love you too Matthew.”

Damien: Acts of Service

“Just one… more… stitch…” I convinced myself, although my hands felt like giving up.

I had been working on a special little project for Damien for about 4 hours, as he was away with his brothers. Even though stitching wasn’t my thing, I learned just for him. I wanted to make him a stuffed animal, a kitten specifically, so he could cuddle it as comfort if he ever needed to. However I didn’t realize how difficult it really was.

I definitely wasn’t the type to have a lot of patience, because if I did, my hands would be free of wounds from the stupid needle. But I had to be if I really wanted to make this thing look good.

After taking a short mental break, I started stitching again, feeling some sort of confidence that I wouldn’t hurt myself this time. I may be kinda clumsy but I wouldn’t let some little sharp needle get the best of me.

It felt slightly easier once it had been stuffed and actually started to look like a kitten, instead of some fuzzy blob. I felt proud at what I had done in less than a day, and I hoped it would make Damien at least smile at my attempt.

“See, I got this! No biggie— FUCK!” I shouted, feeling a small stinging pain in my finger. It had won. Again. Curse words flew out of my mouth as I reluctantly stood up from my chair to inspect the damage. Unfortunately, it seemed deeper than the other ones, which was just great. A small amount of blood found itself out of my finger, causing me to search around the room for another bandaid. Luckily I found one, and the wound was finally embraced by a bandaid. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that it was over with.

“Are you okay, heart?” a voice asked. I jumped at the sudden noise but turned to the door to see Damien standing there, concerned.

“Yeah I’m okay. Wait. How long have you been here?!?” I questioned, confused as to when he had come back. I didn’t hear the door open, so how did he get in without me noticing?

“Around the moment you screamed, but I wasn’t able to help because you already put the bandaid on. But I can do this,” Damien responded as he walked towards me. He gently grabbed my hand with the newest wound and softy kissed the area. My face slightly flushed at the gesture.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better. Thank you, Damien.” I spoke, kissing his cheek. He smiled at the kiss and gave me one in return.

“So, what are you working on?”

“Oh—uh nothing!” I exclaimed, remembering that it wasn’t done yet and it was supposed to be a surprise. Damien merely tilted his head and smiled at me, unsure of what was going on.

“Are you sure it’s nothing?” he teased, trying to peek at the project. I made sure to block his view by staring into his eyes.

“Yep! You can’t see it though, because it’s a surprise!”

“Aww, can I see it though? Please?” he innocently asked, batting his eyes in an adorable way. A part of me just wanted to say fuck it and show him, but I wanted it to be fully complete before I did.

My mind pondered on what to do.

Well, I mean he already knows that there’s something, might as well just tell him. I thought, and I went through with it.

“Okay, if you insist. I was making a little stuffed animal for you, so you can add it it to your collection!” I revealed, picking it up and showing it to him. “I know you like cats so I decided to make you one, since I love you so much.”

“Y/N that’s… so sweet of you. You really did this just for me?” he slowly asked, struggling to get words out. I handed him the kitten, and he gently held it in his hands, cautious not to let it drop. His eyes began to water, tears threatening to spill. The emotional sight of Damien made me almost want to cry too.

“Of course, Damien. You mean the world to me, and if that means making things that you love to show it, then I’d do anything for you.” I said, sincerity hidden in my words. This made Damien even more emotional, and he softly began to cry.

I pulled him to me, letting him cry into my shoulder as I gently caressed his hair. He held onto me tightly, letting me know how touched he was. He really did like it, even if it wasn’t finished.

Once his crying slowly came to a stop, he used his sleeves to wipe his eyes and speak again.

“Thank you Y/N. I’ve never had anyone do this for me before. I’ve never had anyone care for me this much. You’re everything to me and more. I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice wavering because of his state. I smiled softly and kissed his lips in return.

“I love you too Damien, more than words could ever tell. But I’d use all the words in the world just to tell you so. Now, want to finish this kitten together?”

“I’d love to.”

YYAAAAAYYY ITS FINISHED

it actually took me quite a while to make this, so consume it friends!!!

also if you see this, thank u for the people spamming me with likes, i love

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Because I’m in a good mood today 😈 TW// mentions of suicidal thoughts :(

———

Donnie had ran up to the rooftop, it had been at least 30 minutes before he heard the puttering of small paws against the concrete. Runa came up behind him, still wearing the sparkly purple dress and holding Donnie’s blazer over her shoulders.

“Donnie?” She asked, “You up here?”

Donnie hesitated for a moment, “Yeah, I’m here.”

He was smoking. He didn’t even try to hide it this time.

“What are you doing up here? The party’s just getting good,” Runa smiled at him.

“Ah, you know how I am during public meetings,” He said formally.

Runa looked at the ground, the wind blowing her hair back and forth, “Yeah, I-I get that.”

“Heh, yeah.” Donnie took a drag on his cigarette and blew, trying to discreetly wipe away his tears and snot.

“Where you….” Runa started, coming closer, “Where you crying?”

“No,” Donnie flicked the cigarette away, huffing the smoke out of his nose, “it’s windy up here, making my eyes dry, so they teared up.”

Runa gave that light, innocent and caring smile she always gave him, rest a hand lightly on his shoulder, almost asking if he wanted to be touched in that moment.

Donnie nodded as Runa gave him a tight side hug. She tried to give Donnie back his blazer, “Ah, keep it. You look better in it anyway,”

She’d noticed that pattern. He was giving her all his stuff. All of it. Tech, Bo staff, blueprints, old clothes, new clothes and even small gifts from Mikey.

Runa chuckled, her face morphing into one of confusion and amusement.

“Donnie,” Runa spoke firmly, “I don’t want your stuff, I want you.”

The words struck him like a pole to the face. He could’ve sworn he would have slipped off the balcony and splattered to the ground if Runa hadn’t captured him in a loving hug again.

She wanted him. No, not wanted, needed. Needed him. Him.

He had been planning to jump for the past few months, no, years. And now, after everything had been planned so perfectly, he was starting to reconsider.

No, it wasn’t fair! How could she do this to him? How could she tell him now that she needed him? How could she just… make him feel loved like that?

After everything? After all this time of chasing each other around a bush? After he had been told time and time again how much he messes up, how back everything went because he wasn’t good enough?! After every little thing?

He felt so conflicted. He wanted to yell at her so bad, tell her to back off and let him do this! Let him commit himself to something in his life, though it would end him! He wanted to kiss her breathless for making him feel loved. He wanted to just cry into her arms and sob all his problems away.

Instead, he huffed out a small chuckle and pondered for a good 30 minutes. In that time, Runa said nothing.

Maybe, perhaps…there was a lot more to this life then death.

Donnie hugged Runa back, squishing her in his arms, never wanting to let go. Then, he started to freely sob, into her neck and onto his blazer she was still wearing.

Instead of being shocked, Runa just kissed the tears away and whispered affirming words into his ear.

They didn’t go back to the party. They just sat on the rooftop and talked.

It was a nice night.

———

I was having an episode of something when I wrote this so as my bestie you have to suffer with me!! //^u^// aren’t I fun?

YOU

YOU

HOW D A R E LEAVE AFTER BREAKING MY KNEES AND LEAVING ME IN THE FLOOR FACE DOWN SOBBING AND INHALING MY TEARS AND REPEATING THE PROCESS LIKE THAT SPONGEBOB SCENE/pos

Im so proud of you 🙏🤧

[eternal-armin]

how they would comfort you when you're crying

i am having a difficult time so it's time to self-indulge i apologize for mispellings and bad grammar, i am very tired and formatting is surprisingly exhausting x

characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, erwin

*＊✿❀　jean　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ not good with emotions *:✼✿ like at all *:✼✿ but he knows you well enough to know what you need and what would make you happy *:✼✿ so he stays near you and hugs you, talks to you, and reassures you. no matter what's troubling he will do his best to be sure that you know everything will be okay *:✼✿ you like his humming (even though he hates it) so he will hum your favorite songs and even make up songs *:✼✿ will make you laugh as much as he can *:✼✿ will not stop his attempts until you feel better *:✼✿ even if it means staying up all night helping you through your darkest griefs, he will willingly spend every second by your side and wide awake *:✼✿ very affectionate, better at physically showing his love for you honestly *:✼✿ still tries his best verbally *:✼✿ you always end up feeling better, no matter how long it takes *:✼✿ "i promise, i'll always protect you. you're never going to feel this bad again. you are so strong for being able to get through this, and i'm proud of you for asking for my help."

*＊✿❀　sasha　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ gets incredibly nervous, like "oh god, oh god you're crying uH" and tries her frazzled best for a few seconds *:✼✿ hugs you tight and reassures you, petting your hair *:✼✿ lets you cry into her shoulder as hard as you need *:✼✿ offers you everything under the sun to see what would make you feel better *:✼✿ cuddly and excessively affectionate, listens to you as you speak with the patience of a saint *:✼✿ cradles you and rocks you back and forth *:✼✿ brings you food and water and tea and whatever else she can scrounge/steal *:✼✿ makes sure that you're healthy and doesn't leave you alone *:✼✿ literally so kind and sweet *cries* *:✼✿ tells you just how much you're worth, how much you're loved, how strong you are, and it makes you cry more tbh *:✼✿ she tries joking around but if it doesn't work, she lets it go *:✼✿ cuddles you if you want, doesnt touch you if you need, but will never leave you alone for too long

*＊✿❀　armin　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ immediately asks you if you're okay after seeing you cry *:✼✿ when you break down, he hugs you and (though he won't admit it) cries with you *:✼✿ has a tender one-sided conversation with you until you're able to talk with him *:✼✿ a genuine talk about how you're feeling, why, and what you can do to help- and also what he can do to support you *:✼✿ talking with him is really helpful, but he also hugs you throughout it all, gives you physical affirmations as well as verbal *:✼✿ he knows what its like to feel so horrible about your life and yourself, he is so empathetic and gentle about it *:✼✿ a few moments are spent in peaceful silence. even if it feels hollow, its comforting *:✼✿ he lets you rest your head on his shoulder *:✼✿ brings you anything you need when you ask *:✼✿ promises you the sun and moon if it means you'll smile

*＊✿❀　levi　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ seriously bad with feelings *:✼✿ like at first he's completely apathetic *:✼✿ then he gets actually worried after seeing how badly its affecting you *:✼✿ provides the best comfort he can give, talks with you, hugs you, whispers affirmations *:✼✿ if it's a person who was bugging you he'll probably commit homicide *:✼✿ if it's not, he will do everything he can legally do to get it fixed *:✼✿ including going to shitty glasses *:✼✿ but if it's an emotional thing, he'll first ask you what you need *:✼✿ and levi will provide you with anything under the sun (exceptthethingsonthetopshelf) *:✼✿ im allowed to make that joke im 5'1 *:✼✿ he gets as affectionate as levi ackerman can possibly get *:✼✿ will leave you with someone you both trust if he needs to leave, for instance to commit homicide

*＊✿❀　hange　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ immediately fauning over you the moment they see your eyes tearing up *:✼✿ like "PUDDING WHAT IS WRONG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, BABY ARE YOU OKAY???" *:✼✿ they wipe your tears and give you plenty of kisses *:✼✿ hugs you tightly and doesn't let go *:✼✿ will speak at length about random things because they know that silence makes things worse for you *:✼✿ asks you if you need anything like at least fifteen times and brings you things regardless of what you say *:✼✿ mostly food or comfort objects honestly *:✼✿ tries to make you laugh, tells you stories, mostly stories that they know would reinspire your hope *:✼✿ will make tea to help you sleep (if it's at night) *:✼✿ inspires you to use your coping skills *:✼✿ if you want, hange will do them with you

*＊✿❀　mikasa　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ flurry of emotions at first, from shock and sadness to anger *:✼✿ similarly to levi, would commit homicide for the sake of revenge *:✼✿ sweetly comforts you at first before asking a lot about what happened *:✼✿ cradles you in her lap *:✼✿ lets you wear her sweaters because she knows you love them *:✼✿ keeps calm to keep you calm *:✼✿ and it works; you stop crying soon after going to her *:✼✿ still affectionate and supportive *:✼✿ sympathetic, understanding *:✼✿ suggests things to do that will cheerr you up *:✼✿ but she understands when you dont want to do anything besides exist because everything else is too much *:✼✿ if and when she feels okay about leaving you with someone else (rare) or alone (p much never) she will commit physical violence against the person who hurt you. unless you specifically tell her not to

*＊✿❀　erwin　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ kind of shocked to see someone usually so strong so broken down *:✼✿ holds your hands and lets you cry *:✼✿ he knows how important it is to cry sometimes *:✼✿ gently talks with you about what's wrong *:✼✿ he comforts and reassures you all throughout what you say *:✼✿ inspires confidence in your talking *:✼✿ he makes you feel strong and justified in your feelings *:✼✿ provides physical comfort as you boh figure out good solutions *:✼✿ if its emotional then he'll work with you to do coping skills *:✼✿ talks about how proud he is of you, whether you feel like you deserve it or not *:✼✿ you WILL feel like you deserve it *:✼✿ that is a threat.

[daegall]

End of a day

pairing: Na Jaemin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst (?)

🎶: End of a day by Kim Jonghyun

Word count: 2.3k words (more than i planned jgsjjf)

Warnings: umm lots of fluff?? And sad jaemin :((

Network/s: @neoturtles

A/n: JFNSJFBJWBF UGHHHHH TUMBLR 😩😩😩😩 STOP BEING A BITCH PLS 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS HE SECOND TIME IM POSTING THIS 😃 enjoy it tho :)) it’s better than all my other works tbh so dint be too disappointed if you check the others :’)

Thousands of people work every day, tired and upset, and yet they get up the next day to do the exact same thing. That’s how life is. It seems like nobody has a problem with that, maybe it’s because they’ve become so accustomed to it, or maybe they don’t want to come out pathetic and weaker to others, but they just keep going. It’s amazing, really, the way the mind works. Some people want to come off as strong and hard to read, and others just want to make friends and have fun.

Perhaps you were both, but today, you were none. All you felt was tiredness and stress. All you wanted to do was rip off these painfully uncomfortable clothes and curl into bed next to Jaemin.

At last, you reach your home you share with Jaemin, opening the door as he texted you he would leave it unlocked for you. Sluggishly and with no care in the world, you fling your shoes somewhere around the shoe rack, launching your bag to the couch, “I’m home!” no reply. With a huff, you make a beeline towards your shared room, emotions getting worse with every step you take. You twist the knob to your room, pushing it open, “Jaemin, you in he-”

Reach out and cover my neck

Please massage my shoulder a little further down

All your moodiness fades away when you spot your tired boyfriend quietly sniffling into his palms, seating looking too uncomfortable, even the sight of it throws your clothes into despair. “Jaemin...” you slowly inch towards him, heart shattering when he lets out a sob. He’s still in his work suit, something you loved on him, but now it just looked like it was suffering him. “Jaemin, baby,” you gently place your hand on his messy hair, cooing and running your fingers through his delicate strands when he leans into your touch.

“Come on, let’s go change. You feel uncomfortable, don’t you?” You beckon him softly, picking his face up and swiping a thumb over his wet cheek. He gives you a tight nod, squeezing the last few tears out before standing up, enveloping your hand around his. This is what he came home for. Your comfort and reassurance.

Even if the sun has already risen at the end of a tiring day

Now that I close my eyes

Just when you unbutton the last button of his jacket and throw it somewhere behind you, Jaemin can’t help but lean down to place his lips softly onto yours with care. His lips are salty from his tears, but you really don’t mind when his kisses are so soft, unlike all the other teasing and a bit rough ones he gives in the day. You pull away slowly, grinning up at him. He finally feels what he’s been longing the whole day, relaxation and tranquility. It feels so perfect and so… you.

Within 5 minutes, all uncomfortable work clothes are long forgotten, only soft big tees that envelop you and lul you slowly to sleep. That’s what you plan to do, right after Jaemin’s done in the bathroom and is next to you.

By the time your eyes are drooping close, the bathroom door is open, and you spot Jaemin shaking his hands dry and wiping them on his shirt. He instantly climbs in next to you, rushing into burying his face into your neck snugly.

On my day when I close the door later than others

Playfully tickling the earlobe

Even if we've been in a different world all day

Because we are always together at the end of the day

“Hard day?” You mumble into his forehead, chuckling lightly when he nods his head aggressively. “Do you want to talk about it?” Jaemin sighs, “Not really. It’s just the usual, given more work than the others. It’s just frustrating me,” You let out a thoughtful hum, nodding and threading your fingers into his messy hair, “So it all finally got to you?” He nods once again, this time a bit softer as he pulls you closer to his body.

“That’s good to hear, that you didn’t suppress your feelings, I mean. It’s been so long since you’ve actually relaxed.” Jaemin grins, you can read him so well, it’s amazing how you can determine how he’s feeling just by how he eats his breakfast or how affectionate he’s been.

Your little shoulders, your two little hands

At the end of my tiring day, it becomes a cozy blanket

Good job, you worked really hard

It makes him guilty, how you know every single part of him, and yet he doesn’t even try to know your small habits and actions you do. But then, he knows about your slow steps in the evening when you come back home, and the way your frown turns up quickly, almost too quickly, too fake. ‘Oh my god, you haven’t been good either,’ he thinks, as he squeezes you to him, as if trying to get rid of all the guilt he felt.

“Have you been okay?”

You are alarmed at the sudden question, tilting your head down to give him a confused look, “What?” Jaemin places his hand on your face, this time it’s him who’s stroking your tear away. You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the moisture spreading on your cheek.

“You’re not having such a good day either, huh?” Quickly, you try to scoot away from your boyfriend and wipe harshly at your tears, but the second you wipe one aggressively, Jaemin stops you, instead sitting up and wiping them himself, “You’re suppressing it too much.”

A scoff falls from your lips, before you playfully shove him away, “Don’t copy me!” There is a moment of laughter, before the atmosphere falls quiet. Not even a few seconds later, Jaemin is scooping you up to his side, enveloping you into his chest, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Instead of replying, you soften to his embrace, letting the last few tears finally release.

To you, my two hands with my blunt shoulders

I hope it will be a warm comfort at the end of your tiring day

I want to breathe with you naturally

Now you feel it, what Jaemin was yearning for when he came home, serene and pure ease. One of Jaemin’s hands tangles into your hair, fingers prodding soothingly on your scalp, his other hand venturing underneath your shirt to caress your bare skin with care. He was wrong. He did know every part of you, he knew perfectly what you wanted and when to give it. You inch closer to Jaemin, craving more of his warmth and touch.

He only coos at your eagerness, happily letting you cling onto him and bury your form into his hold. He places a tender kiss on your forehead, as if a silent reminder that he loves you. You shift in his hold, “Thank you,” your whisper felt soft, almost soothing against Jaemin’s skin, and he continues pressing quick, loving pecks all over your face, just as much until you giggle out at the lingering sensation when he finally stops.

You finally have the strength to look back up into Jaemin’s eyes, and you find nothing but clarified love and affection, no doubt you have those as well in your own.

Like the water in the bathtub that tightly embraces you

Warmly and completely

At the end of my embarrassing day full of clumsy mistakes

Are you waiting for me to be proud of you

The ambiance is everything soft, it feels comforting and like home, it feels like Christmas night, the ones where you just finally calm down from the buzzing day from before. For a second there, you almost forget about the hectic day you had previously, but honestly, all you want to do is thank it, without it you wouldn’t be here, you would most likely be still working.

Work is a bitch, you conclude, because even when you’re done with it for the day and want to take a break from it, you can’t, you can’t help but worry and think about the next time you encounter it, you want to finish it, but where is the end of it? Work will always be there to bring you back to the reality that you can’t slack off, you’ll get off track.

Now your thoughts were just getting out of hand, and you really hate work now.

“Baby, you’re overthinking, I can tell.” you shake your head, getting rid of the thoughts, “Sorry,” Jaemin chuckles lightly, caressing your cheek dearly, “No, I kind of am too.”

The conversation ends there, it’s like you don’t want to ruin the peaceful little aura you’ve created, opting to keep it as long as you can. Jaemin decides to revive the conversation, sliding down to relax and lay down on the bed, bringing you with him, “Tell me,” His eyes catch yours, almost pleading you to tell him, “Tell me what you were thinking about,”

“Well,” You start, “Work is just so inevitable, and honestly? It’s full of shit.” Jaemin chortles slightly at your choice of words, “Tell me about it.” You give him a mischievous look, “Like, no matter how much you hate it and don’t want it, you’re still gonna have to do it anyway, you basically can’t live without work.”

The small sigh doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaemin, as he pats your back comfortingly. “And whenever you want to just get over with it, you can’t. It’s still gonna be there again the next day or two. I don’t like it at all. Not one bit.”

Your boyfriend almost agrees, but stops. He should encourage you instead, he thinks.

“But hey, a the end if you work hard there will be a present waiting at home for you.” You roll your eyes, thinking it one of his corny jokes, but he continues, “At least that’s what I tell myself to get throughout the day, I get to see you again, that’s practically magical. Coming back home and tumbling into your hugs and kisses are literally soo perfect, it’s surreal, almost.”

Your little shoulders, your two little hands

At the end of my tiring day, it becomes a cozy blanket

Good job, you worked really hard

A big smile spreads across your lips, and you turn your head to look at Jaemin. He smiles at you, affirming his words, softly running his hands through your hair, “I know it’s really cheesy, but it works for me.”

Your perspective might change completely because of that, imagine just a hard ass day of work kicking your ass, tiring, and most likely emotional and full of breakdowns, and in return for dealing with all the shit, you get to relax and spend some time with Jaemin without any work interrupting you two, you might just want that every day.

You give him a bigger, more satisfied smile, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

To you, my two hands with my blunt shoulders

I hope it will be a warm comfort at the end of your tiring day

I want to breathe with you naturally

Jaemin is another breed, because who on earth would come up with that idea? Na Jaemin did. While others, and most likely you, think of all the bad things that happened throughout the day, Jaemin thought of the future, what’s happened has happened, if it was shit then so be it. But time with you could never be shit for him, he can’t find a single bit of it boring.

Despite being with him for so long, you can’t help but always be so mesmerized by him, he’s absolutely fascinating. The way he sees life is honestly on another level, a level that you want to reach and a level he will happily help you reach.

From now on, you decide, you will find the goods at the end of the day, you will work hard, maybe even extra hard, just to be happy at the end of the day when you meet Jaemin once again.

I can't cry as much as I want and I can't laugh as much as I want

At the end of a tiring day, if it’s next to you

You scream like a child and laugh like you pass your breath

I meet myself, who has become awkward too

So when the next day arrives, you work super duper hard, staying an extra hour to help Mark with his own work he struggles with (he’s not that good with technology) and even doing extra small tasks your coworkers ask you to do, which they found funny because usually, you reply with an excuse or simply turning it down, this was definitely a good thing.

And when you go back home, this time you’re about 3 times more exhausted, and 10 times more excited to finally meet Jaemin after a long day.

You bust the door open harshly, throwing your shoes messily at the shoe rack with a bright smile on your face.

“I’m home!”

Jaemin’s soft mop of hair peeks out from the kitchen, “Oh? Baby? How was-”

Suddenly, the air in his lungs gets knocked out from force, the force of you rushing into his arms. You feel it. The happiness. Jaemin was right, this feels victorious. You feel like you’ve won in life, you feel so accomplished.

Jaemin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his forehead on the top of your head, “I’m so proud of you.”

Good job, you worked really ahrd

You are my pride

[prismatica-the-strange]

For the sweet-themed asks! Flan (how does your f/o comfort you when you’re upset?), Shortcake (What’s your f/o’s love language? physical affection, giving gifts, etc) and Peach (Who’s the little spoon and who’s the big spoon?) (imagine-your-love-story)

@imagine-your-love-story

I'm so sorry this took me so long to answer, it got buried in my drafts 😅

Daniel and Alberta

Also can we just appreciate how cute this smile is?^

Flan-

When Bertie gets upset Daniel will hold her close and give her lots of kisses. And god forbid she starts crying. Seeing tears roll down her face would break his heart and he would do everything in his power to make them stop. He would say anything, buy anything, do anything, to make her happy again. Usually she just needs a nice long hug and some sweet words though.

Shortcake-

A mix of Physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. Danny is super cuddly and will take any opportunities to snuggle his Bunny. The two of them have also gotten used to working with the other in the room and they really cherish those days where they can just exist in the same space separately. Daniel has also had a difficult time with keeping significant people in his life and can get insecure, luckily, Alberta is always more than willing to remind him how much she loves him.

Peach-

They both are! Some nights Danny is the big spoon with Bunny all curled up in his arms. Others, he's wrapped tight in Bertie's with his head against her chest. Sometimes they're tangled weird, or it's too hot and they're strew across the bed and holding hands, and sometimes Fizgig and Rollie (they're cat and dog) decided that the middle of the bed belong to them so they're separated by a wall of fur baby.

Daniel Jackson taglist: @mysg1spacemonkey @sgcprometheus @i-am-morrigans-apprentice @malcolm-reeds-pineapple @witching-things @reeseykins @abnormalvampire64 @girl-obsessed-with-things @g8z @just-a-si-fi-nerd @im-wierd-and-slowly-going-insane @mysweetlittledesire @pleasantfankingdom @sun-ni-day @lilyevans1 @struggling-goddess777 @destinylunar-blog @residentdemonhunter

[infernal-fire]

Long Forgotten

I am choosing to not use warnings. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with themes of infidelity, angst, swearing and sexual innuendos. 

Summary: Your Steve isn’t yours anymore and you’re beginning to understand why. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairings: Steve x reader and a surprise appearance ;)

Disclaimer: this is set right after Endgame

A/N: this story was inspired by @nsfwsebbie’s fic please don’t take him (even though you can). it was so damn amazing. i thought of how the situation would go under different circumstances, and added a more strong willed reader into the mix  :)

i tried to proofread but im sort of posting in a rush so all mistakes are my own!

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Your head was nestled in the crook of Steve’s neck and his arms were cradling your tired form. Dried tears left your face feeling dry and your up do from the funeral was now tousled. Steve let out a heavy sigh and held you a little tighter. 

You could fall asleep if it weren’t for the looming stress of returning the stones so you decided to bide your time by focusing on the super soldier’s unnaturally slow heartbeat. 

“We should go, sweetheart. They’re waiting for me.” his voice broke the placid silence that had enveloped the room. 

You silently got off the bed and Steve’s hand nudged yours, stopping you from reaching the door. 

He slowly pulled you towards him and you met him halfway, face-to-face.

“I know things aren’t great right now. But we’ll get through this,” he spoke lowly as his large hands cupped your face. They felt rough against your supple skin, but his touch was as tender as ever.

You stared into his eyes for a moment before speaking. "I’ll come with you,” you offered.

“No,” he affirmed. His tone was firm yet a touch of softness was reserved in there somewhere, just for you.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll love you no matter what,” he said as he pulled your head into his chest and engulfed your body into his. 

//

You reached the new, mini version of the previously destroyed time travel contraption Tony made. Sam, Bucky and Professor Hulk were engaging in light conversation that clearly, none of them were interested in. You look up at Steve, who was as tense as ever, clutching your hand like a vice. He let go and glanced back at you before joining Sam. 

You knew deep down that Steve would never be the same anymore. Hell, after the Battle of Wakanda, Steve almost ended the relationship because the Avengers lost.

But the Avengers won this time, and things should feel different. So why did it feel like he was leaving forever? 

You recalled the very short conversation you had with him about Tony’s snap.

 “I should have snapped,” he sobbed. 

“You’ve always been selfless your whole life. This was Tony’s time to be selfless, and you don’t get to take that away from him.” You hugged him and cried with him. 

There was nothing else to be said.

How much you wished no one had to die. 

He stood on the platform and nodded at Bruce before locking eyes with you.

Apologetic. He looked apologetic. 

At the time, you thought he just looked sad. You assumed it was residual sadness from the funeral but looking back, you realized he looked apologetic for what he was about to do. 

Rebuilding your relationship wasn’t easy. Tony and Nat’s death and the trauma of the battle were overshadowing both of your feelings. You salvaged what you could and life returned to a “normal” that never existed. 

Being an Avenger means your living costs are covered by Tony, basically compensating for the missions. Only there weren’t any missions anymore. You were grateful but it meant that you had a lot of time on your hands. 

You took up a job as a waitress and Steve continued running sessions at the VA with Sam. It was humbling to be serving people at a diner after fighting alongside some of Earth’s mightiest heroes. But you needed it. And slowly but steadily, happiness crept its way into the tower. 

You didn’t see Steve around anymore though. You weren’t sure if you were even together anymore, aside from the forehead kisses and lingering glances.

You and Bucky set the table while you heard Sam and Steve banter over who gets to choose the movie today. Bucky chuckled and called them to eat.

There was relentless teasing, jokes being tossed around and big smiles everywhere.

“The nurse had poked him 2 times at this point and there was no blood coming out of him.” Sam laughed. 

“So she asks me if we can do the other arm.” Bucky snorted through breaths of amusement. 

“This guy pulls up his sleeve and the girl faints.” Sam howled as everyone doubled over in laughter. 

You wiped a tear from your eye and you look over at Steve who was laughing as well. It had been a long time since you’ve seen him so happy. 

Sure, he’d been distant. He hadn’t touched you since he came back. It had been 2 months though, and you wondered if you should try again tonight. You put a hand over Steve’s and he snapped his head to you. He gave you a small smile before slipping his hand out from under yours and picking up a napkin.

He needed the napkin, you told yourself. 

You went up to change into something that he might find more appealing. You were torn between the red lace set or the black corset. You settled for the classic red lace and tied on a robe before heading downstairs to tease him a little. 

“You’re going to tell her before you go right?” You heard Sam’s voice and broke your stride to the kitchen. 

“She won’t be happy.” You swore it was Steve’s voice but it was a little too quiet to be sure. You silently padded toward the kitchen, standing right outside the entrance to hear better.

“Of course she won’t be happy. You went back to be with a girl from 70 years ago and spent 4 months with her. You sort of cheated on her Steve.” Bucky’s voice quipped at Steve. 

You couldn’t be hearing right. Steve went back and got together with Peggy?

“It’s not sort of cheating, he almost got married to her,” Sam remarked in rebuttal. 

He almost got married to her. 

He almost got married to her. 

He almost got married to her.

There was so much information to process. Your shoulder sagged with the weight of the news and you cupped your mouth before anyone could hear your sob. 

“But I came back.” Steve countered. 

“Do you love her?” Bucky lowered his voice and inquired. 

“I don’t know anymore.” 

Your chest heaved and eyes burned. You wanted to gasp for air but you knew if you breathed, you would let out the anguish building in your stomach. 

Your back hit the wall and you slid down, not caring if he hears anymore. 

In moments, Steve, Bucky and Sam appear beside you with startled faces. 

You didn’t look at them as you got up and paced to your room. You thought you heard Steve’s voice calling after you but your thoughts pounded and clawed at the insides of your head. You couldn’t be sure and you weren’t going to turn back now. 

He didn’t run after you. You had predicted that he didn’t want to deal with your hysterical crying which surely could be heard past your room walls. When you considered it, this new Steve was actually quite predictable; you knew he wouldn’t bother bringing it up to you until you brought it up yourself. Because he was a coward like that, you decided. All of his actions spoke for themself and the one true motive behind his cheating is cowardice. You don’t know if you would have been okay with him going back to Peggy, but if he talked about it, things not have ended the way they did. 

After 2 days of not leaving your room, you knew that there was a better way to handle this. It wasn’t you who should be embarrassed; instead of sulking, you marched to his room with newfound determination. 

You threw open his door that he didn’t even bother locking. Steve was mid-speech with someone on the phone, seemingly a conversation that wasn’t going his way. He seemed tense, his muscles protruding from the tight white t-shirt pulled over him. 

Your jaw ticked as you shifted your weight onto one foot and rested on the doorframe, waiting for him to end the call. 

“I’m sorry to cut this short. We have a lot to talk about but it’ll have to happen in-person.” he concluded the phone call and sat on the bed with his head in his arms. 

“Seems like you planned it all.” you commented, trying to sound like you didn’t care. In reality, the wound was still very fresh. Even though a part of you had known that the relationship was over for some time now, you were only coming to terms with it now. 

“I wanted to tell you before I left, but you were just so upset and I couldn’t …” he trailed off. 

“All of a sudden you care about me? And now this is somehow my fault that you were too chicken to tell me,” you retorted, unimpressed with his answer.

“I have always cared about you and always will.” He got up and walked towards you. He cupped your face but you pushed his hand off, glaring up at him. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I admit I could’ve handled everything lot better but Y/N. When you told me Tony’s snap was his moment of selflessness, I realized that all I’ve ever done is be selfless. And I don’t regret any of it. But it was time I chose to do something for myself. Then I remembered Peggy and the life I left behind and I just knew this world would be okay without me so I chose to be selfish. I chose to be selfish, Y/n, and I don’t regret that either.” 

You were crying now, and Steve reached to wipe it off, but you smacked his hand. 

“You used to choose me. You woke up everyday and chose us. The day you decided you didn’t want this anymore, you decided you would just go ‘fuck all’ and cheat on me? You couldn’t have ended it like a normal person?” you questioned through your tears. Your vision was foggy but you kept wiping your eyes, trying not let him see your tears.

He sighed and let a few moments stretch on before he answered.  

“We both know that this relationship was over a long time ago Y/N.”

You noted his use of your name and not the usual pet name ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’. It saddened you even more to think that he doesn’t associate those words with you anymore. 

“You’re a fucking bastard Rogers. You are the biggest coward I have ever met in my life. You may be the Captain America, but you are the biggest wimp in real life.” You could tell he was fuming because of your comment but you continued your spiel. 

“I tried everything to make this work. The moment that the thought of cheating crossed your mind, you should have broken my heart. Because all you did now was rip it out and stomp on it before spitting on the what’s left-”

“I can’t believe you’re standing here accusing me of not trying to make this work. You know what Y/N? I fucking left Peggy because I thought about you and thought I could make this work. And then I came back and remembered all the reasons why this wouldn’t work and now I regret it. I wish I could go back to Peggy.”

“Go fuck yourself Rogers,” you muttered and turned to leave. “Actually, go fuck Peggy’s skeleton Steve. I curse you with every cell in my body. I hope you never get to see her again. I know you’re trying to go back,” you added before wiping you final tear, once and for all. There was no way you were going to shed another tear on this asshole. 

Except, it wasn’t that simple. You did cry over it more, but if there’s anything you did right, it was making sure he never saw your tears. 

You also found that post-break up glow up’s were a real thing. The lack of missions means you didn’t need to see Steve unless you chose to be in the same space as him. So you chose to make new friends and bring new light into your life. There was no dread clouding your judgment because for once, there was no impending threat on the future of Earth. 

You cut your hair, you changed up your wardrobe and got as fit as you’ve ever been. Your friends made frequent stops at the Tower which eventually turned into dragging you into their bar hopping.

On the other hand, Steve was doing everything he could to go back to Peggy, just like you had predicted. You manifested his downfall. Hank Pym refused to let his work fall into the hands of the Avengers and Steve was having a very hard time convincing him otherwise. The final nail in the coffin was when Hank decided that Pym Particles should not be produced anymore. As long as the world didn’t understand the entirety of the quantum realm, no one should have access to something that could mess with it. No arguments could ensue because there was nothing anyone could say to change Hank’s mind.

As much as Bucky and Sam wanted him to go back, they knew he deserved it for everything you were put through. When Steve found that his friends weren’t on the same page as him, he spiraled deeper into regret and depression. There wasn’t much to be done in terms of world-saving, which is what he was made for. The person he thought was the love of his life is gone now. When the dust settled, he realized that you were the only thing that kept him going for so long. But now he lost you too, and there was nothing he could do get you back. 

While you were out living your new life, Steve was trying to find a life for himself. He would see you around the compound and wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your love. What he would do to feel that again, he couldn’t explain to anyone. 

Your escapades were at an all-time high. You knew that single life is the life. Just when you finally concluded that all men were trash, Ransom came crashing into your life. Although he only reinforced this belief, this man wasn’t just any trash. He was your trash. 

He was the mutual of your friends and you seemed to never be able to escape him. Moreover, your friends decided that you wouldn’t escape him. 

The teasing and playful banter between you two turned into something more serious about a year after your break-up. Ransom was everything Steve wasn’t. 

Steve was a gentleman. Chivalrous. Gentle. 

Then you reminded yourself that he had proven to you that he wasn’t any of things anymore. Ransom was the exact opposite, but he wore it on his sleeve. After all the lies and cowardice, Ransom’s blunt and bold attitude was exactly what you needed. 

There were moments you found yourself comparing the nature of the two relationships. With Steve, a lot of it was gentle and soft with some roughness around the edges. Life alongside Ransom was nothing short of callous, but that’s why soft, vulnerable moments felt even more extraordinary and special. 

If you made a judgement based off first impressions, someone like Ransom seems to be more likely to cheat than someone like Steve Rogers. Upon deeper analyzation though, Ransom doesn’t have any skeletons in his closet. He doesn’t claim things easily, but when he does, he would go to any length to make sure what’s his, will stay his. Soon after you realized this, you began abandoning thoughts of comparing the two relationships. 

//

There was a party at the Tower for Sam’s birthday. It was the first time in a long time that you were going to be around Steve for longer than 10 minutes. Doubt began seeping through your determination; how well would you fare under the pressure of pretending to be okay around him? 

“Do we have to match, sugar?” Ransom whined from your bathroom. 

“Why would you even go to an event as a couple if you aren’t matching?” you hollered back. 

You heard Ransom grumble as the bathroom door swung open. The emerald green dress shirt with small gold polka dots complemented his eyes so perfectly. Ransom was about to complain again before seeing the look of awe on your face. He decided right then that he could suck it up for the night. 

You were wearing an emerald green cocktail dress with sheer black net covering your shoulders, your sleeves reaching your elbows. The material was different, but the print was the exact same as Ransom’s. He couldn’t help but wonder why you put so much effort into such little things. He made a mental note to do something like this for you another time before wrapping his arms around your frame, burying his face into your face.

“Ran! My hair!” you squealed as you tried to push him off. 

“Usually it’s me that takes this long to get ready. You trying to impress the Captain?” Ransom winked and sat on your bed. 

“Oh fuck off.” you rolled your eyes and added the big bow to your half up hair-do. 

“You look so innocent baby. How angelic would you look with my cum dripping out of your mouth?” he smirked as you dropped your mouth, looking at him through the mirror. 

“My god Ran, this is not the time.” You shook your head and pulled him with you, finally making your way to the party downstairs. 

You were breaking out into cold sweat for some reason. Part of you really wanted to show Steve how happy you were now, but you felt that it meant you weren’t truly over him. Were you making a mistake?

Right before you opened the door the common room where the party was ongoing, Ransom stopped you and looked right into your eyes. 

“You know, as much as I’d like to make your ex jealous, if you don’t want this, I could think of a lot of other ways to spend the night,” he winked and you blushed. This is exactly why you liked him so much. There was no pressure to be anything but yourself around him. Even if you told him you wanted to go back to your room, there would be no judgement on his behalf. He wouldn’t ever bring it up as a joke either, because he just knew what he could and couldn’t joke about. 

“Let’s do this, bubbles” you giggled. He groaned at the nickname and pulled you into his side with one arm, opening the door with the other. 

One of Ransom’s many talents was making an entrance and this event was no exception. As you walked through the entrance, Ransom kept his head high and pulled you along with him. His confidence began rubbing off you and within a few steps, you stopped slouching. Straightening you back and tossing your hair behind your back, you bathed in the glory of the looks you and Ransom were getting. He took you straight to the bar, smiled at you and ordered drinks. 

“You know, your ex was fuming in the corner,” he remarked as he sipped on his drink. 

“No!” you laughed incredulously, unable to imagine Steve begin angry over Ransom’s presence. 

“It’s true, look for yourself,” he calmly retorted. His eyes flicked to a corner of the room and you followed his gaze there. Steve looked away upon seeing you look at him but it was clear that he was flustered. Bucky stood beside him, entertaining a gaggle of girls, but Steve’s attention was clearly elsewhere. 

“He’s actually pretty hot in person, it’s making me jealous” Ransom nonchalantly mentioned. 

You threw your head back and laughed. Your doubts of whether this was a good idea were dissipating very quickly. 

Ransom chuckled and then looked at you intently. You looked back at him, the high of the laugh wearing off because of his intense stare. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” you blurted. 

“You know, I’m glad you said it because I did not want to say it first.” he snickered and you playfully punched him. 

“Ow! I’m just kidding, don’t go all Avengers-mode on me!” he fussed.

You pulled him into a tight hug. He peeled your head away from his chest to cup your face and give you a light kiss before whispering ‘I love you too.’ You started to tear up, thinking of all the pain you had to go through to get this moment of tranquility with your favourite person in the whole, wide world. 

He cooed and kissed your forehead. 

“I always got you.” he assured and pulled your head back into his chest. You smiled and broke away from the hug, sitting back on the bar stool. 

“I think you transferred your lipstick because you have a dark red lip mark on your forehead.” 

You groaned and frantically wiped your forehead. 

“Hey,” he caught your wrist. “Why don’t we go back up and fix that?” His eyes glinted in the dim lights and you giggled like a schoolgirl as he pushed through the crowd.

In that moment, and every moment after it, Steve was long forgotten. 

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Telling Him You’re Pregnant - John Wick x Reader

❧ Summary : John comes back from a month long job, and you have some exciting news to tell him finally.

Warnings: so much fluff.

Word Count : 1.8k. “im writing drabbles”, she said.

Prompt : “please don’t cry.” requested by anon!

feedback and comments are really greatly appreciated. its really tough to find drive to write without.

“Whacha doing?” You softly ask through a smile, arms lacing around John’s waist only to rest your hands on his front as he stands at the balcony, sipping a cup of morning dark roast gazed off in the distant New York horizon. Despite towering over you, hugging John from behind had always been one of your favourite ways to snuggle him. He smiles big, the feel of your body flushed to his back enveloping a serene comfort; something he’d missed tremendously over the last month being away for work.

“Hi, baby.” He muses, voice gentle and kind in the crisp, breezy natural AM air. His hand takes hold of yours, bringing it up to his lips for a tender kiss to your palm; smell of your lavender hand cream so familiar. “Did I wake you?” Grimaced, he frowns, a tighten to your hold of hands as your cheek rests to his back, eyes clasped shut as you hold him tight; fresh morning air exuding your lungs in a revitalising inhale. “I tried hard not to.” He frowns, placing the ceramic mug steaming to the flat of the balcony rail.

John came in fresh and early from his month long job away, desperate to see your face after far too long apart. In classic Jonathan fashion, he’d found you still fast asleep in your shared California bed, covers nuzzled to your face in a drowsy slumber. With the sheets gently peeled down just enough to see, John had doused dozens of small, loving kisses over your skin; a couple to your cheeks, some to your temples, your chin, even a softer one stippled into your hair before tucking the sheets secure around your frame, cotton pillows fluffed ever so gently for your comfort, afore walking out the room to enjoy a fresh cup of morning coffee.

Breathing in his woody scent, you grin to the familiar fragrance; his cologne might just be your favourite aroma in the entire world.

It affirms he was near; close. Exactly where you needed him.

“You didn’t.” Promising, your hands soothe over his chest, gently sanctioning a small kiss dotted to his broad back. “But the coffee timer did.”

Chuckling in epiphany, John takes grasp of your forearm, lightly positioning his love beside him. “Come here, I want to kiss you properly.” He relishes, smiling when your smaller frame perfectly wraps into his chest, bulked arms holding you in a tight, delicate hug. With a kiss to the top of your head, he lifts your chin up by his index, smiling wholly into the connect of your fawning lips moving sync in a ballet of your own; a familiar, long overdue token of your love. Cupping his stubble ridden cheek, you smile a symphony of your own when he moans, completely content into your lips, hands roaming the delicate curve of your hips as he makes up for a thousand kisses lost over the month long period spent apart. “I love you.” He whispers, eyes closed to a rest of your foreheads together. “I missed you so much.”

“And I, you.” Grinning, your joy barely contains watching him, intuiting how loved; cherished he makes you feel, how adored he never lets you forget you are. John has always been this loving, this soft, this caring and compassionate. John is one of a kind; a mountain so strong, a miracle to be what he is, despite where he’d come from, the troubles he’d caved through. He often tells you of his insecurities, how lucky he feels to have you; unworthy of you through his own eyes.

You reason quite the opposite, however. You’d gotten the best of the best, struck gold within him. John is something else; something so wholesomely unreal. Your most prized possession, as you are his.

Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve been meaning to tell him special news, the thought practically clawing away at your insides through a merry eagerness since you’d found out for your own. Now that he’s returned, clear of any cuts or dragging purple bruises littered to his skin, you feel complete ease, gratified that soon, you’d share perhaps one of the most memorable moments of your lives together with him.

Soon, in a mere couple of moments, your lives would change forever.

John holds you close still, smiling as you rest against his chest, both your gazes locked out into the horizon out distant. He sways you so faintly, so gently; whisked away in a world of your own right now, right here. Your move to New York had been tough, family and friends forgotten behind, so many memories elapsed in the now foreign restraints of your hometown. After meeting John however, much of that changed.

New York became your home; John became your home. Memories made with him your most beloved.

You can’t wait to tell him. Well known this is something you’ve both sought for a long, long time.

With your head hovering off his chest, John looks down, shooting you a heartfelt, slightly confused beam.

“What did you do while I was gone?” He wonders, tucking a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear. His thumb his callous, rough against the frame of your face; yet holds the sincerest gentleness, your body still bound in his arms.

“Not much,” You reason. “Some gardening, a few projects, cleaned practically every room in the house.” You chuckle, gaze downcast between you two as you find the right words. “But uh…” stalling, your mind jumbles on how exactly to deliver the news. You’d been anticipating this from the exact second you’d found out; truth be told, you were incredibly upset you couldn’t share that moment with John. The moment you were made sure of your feelings, the symptoms were no longer just plausible ‘what if’s. It would have meant the world to him to be there with you; a promise he always wanted to uphold.

Clearing your throat, you continue. “I started feeling a little low energy, some aches here and there.” John frowns, palms on your back soothing up and down.

“Are you alright now? Or do you still feel that way?” Smiling, your hands move from around his waist to emerge around his neck. “I’m okay.” Reassuring, you cup his cheek, thumb grazed under the soft skin of his eye. Dark circles threatened to loom; John was usually in dire need of respite after a job so long.

Hands placed on his sturdy shoulders, you carry on. “But then, I missed my period this month…” John watches you intently, eyes fully focused, waiting for you to finish your sentence. Seemingly, he hadn’t quite caught on yet. With a smooth of a wrinkle in his white Henley shirt, you bite your lip. “And I had my suspicions but I wasn’t sure, it’s never happen to me before. None of this has happen to me before…” Eyes now locked, you remark the way his lips thin in a straight line, attentively listening, still holding you secure.

Smiling wider now, you softly take hold of your husband’s hand off your back, trailing it closer, placed just above your lower abdomen. “I took a test.” Hinting, your smile barely contains. “John, baby,” The words fall so naturally, so right. “I’m pregnant.”

Frozen, still, John revenues a moment to process the words, to fully comprehend, realize what you had just told him. His eyes widen, temples raising before a goofy smile begins to appear to his soft features. “Wait, you’re…” Glanced between your entwined bodies, with a heavy palm still placed to your belly, John comprehends. Now, it wasn’t just your belly. It was where your child would grow, a child you’d made out of nothing but pure, unconditional, love.

“Sweetheart, you’re…pregnant?” He smiles a wide grin, happiness coated in each of his features, wonderstruck eyes lit up dewy glow. The gentle breeze wafts around; strays of John’s espresso dark hair fluttering freely. You nod, eyes brimming with a soft dampness as you watch the way he stares, awestruck, taking in the news.

“Yeah.” You giggle, hand still placed over his on your tummy. “You’re going to be a daddy, John.”

A daddy. John was finally going to be a father, have a child of his own. A family of his own. Everything he’d ever wanted. For John, you in your entirety were far more than enough. Yet now, to have a beacon of something, someone that would become the biggest symbol of your love that ever was; John hardly contains. You’d truly, ceaselessly given him everything. You gave him everything he dreamt of on lonesome nights, secluded and alone. Everything he’d hoped for on quiet days spent lost; wishing for something more. John eyes water, glossy tears threatening to glide his rosy cheeks.

“Hey,” You whisper, cupping his cheek when he draws you closer, connecting your foreheads again. “Please don’t cry.” You kiss his lips softly, a cup to his tender cheek. He chuckles, lips drawn back to yours with a choke back of happy tears.

“When did this happen?” He asks, a gentle kiss to your forehead. He’s so close, his heartbeat rhythms to your skin, the proximity promising dearest affection.

Rosily blushed, you smile to the thought, gaze away from his eyes. “I guess that night before you left. Or the morning after.” Giggling, you hear him chuckle as he takes hold of your hand tighter, bringing it up for a kiss.

“That was a pretty good night. And morning.” He returns, thinking back to the way you fell asleep in his arms after making love, only to wake up close, bodies becoming one yet again in the morning. “Baby, I...” He starts, eyes reverting down as his smile fades. Worrisome, your heart practically stills in your chest, a heavy anticipation moulding over to the mere thought of John not wanting this.

Not wanting this, with you.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” He hesitates, eyes connecting to yours finally, again. With his hand taking hold of both yours, he holds them firm, fingers laced. “I…I promise I will be the best father to our baby. I promise that I won’t ever take this for granted.” He whispers, sincerely. “You, this baby…you’re all I ever wanted.” Choking back tears, John wearily holds himself together, head tucked into the crook of your neck in a delicate embrace. “I’m so happy. Thank you for giving me this life.” He appreciates, deep baritone of his voice surging through your ears.

Amiably contending, you hold him tighter. “I know you’ll be the most amazing father to our child. They’re going to love you so much, Jonathan.” Blinking bay warm tears, you cup his cheek a final time, whispering. “So much, they’ll adore you forever.”

John sighs, nodding his head. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, sincerely. “So much.” And with his hand placing softly back to your mid, he voices, deep and coarse in his throat; yet upheld with that familiar smoothness, John’s unique gentleness. “I’ll always take care of you. Both of you.”

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I'm really struggling and hurting with what's going on in the fandom right now as im losing the only comfort i had in quarantine. could you please write something happy post-s5 catradora based on noelle's statement that once Adora realises she's in love with Catra she'd be SO into the reslationship?

((I get you, Nonners <3 *hugs* Again, white af, so I’m going to limit my comments, but - it isn’t all downhill from here. Try not to give up)) (((Disclaimer it’s almost 4am and my sleeping meds are kicking in, so I’m sorry if this isn’t completely coherent)))

Adora had never half-assed anything in her life.

And she’d be damned if she was going to start now, at a time when being fully on her game was more important than ever.

“I just want to do something for her!”

Bow practically had hearts in his eyes. Glimmer was a little less impressed. “I’m pretty sure if you just stayed in bed and napped together all day, she’d be happy.”

“I know, I know.” Adora sighed. “But that’s not - I want to do something good. Like, really show her that I love her.”

“Take a vacation.”

“Glimmer!”

“What? I’m serious,” Glimmer insisted. “If you just like... took an entire week off to do nothing but spend time with her, she’d probably be speechless. Which I would pay to see, by the way.”

Adora frowned, thinking it over. It was true that Catra would probably be floored by Adora taking a week off, no need for She-Ra or anything, just for her.

“I don’t know. Do you think it’s enough? What should we do? What do people do on vacation?”

“You could just travel?” Bow suggested. “You know, get as far from Bright Moon as you can then call Glimmer for a ride back or something when you’re done.”

It was... actually a good idea, Adora thought. They’d spent their whole lives in the Fright Zone wondering what was beyond the Whispering Woods. They could actually see things now. They could see a world full of magic!

The happy thoughts died almost as quickly as they had started. “I... I dunno. I mean, it sounds great, but that would take more than a week, and-”

“Take a month,” Glimmer encouraged. “Take six months, honestly. You guys saved the universe. If anyone’s earned time off, it’s you.”

“That’s a lot of time.”

“And you’ve earned it,” Bow assured her. “Maybe not six months - I mean, you should take six months but I know that would drive you nuts. But take a month. Go places. Spend time together. I think it’d be good for you guys.”

Adora chewed on her thumbnail for a moment before slowly nodding and smiling. “Yeah. Okay.”

This whole thing had started with Catra not feeling like a priority in Adora’s life, after all. A month together would be the perfect way to show Adora she was invested and she cared. Perfect. * * * * * * * * * * * * Catra didn’t get back to Bright Moon that night. “Your cat passed out on my couch,” Mermista informed Adora flatly, turning the screen so Adora could see Catra curled up in a tight ball, sleeping.

“Is she... okay?”

“She’s dumb. Sea Hawk found her almost sick with heat stroke and had to drag her away from the house she was working on.”

Adora’s heart jumped to her throat. “She’s... She’s really trying hard to help with Salineas.”

“And I appreciate it,” Mermista admitted in a rare moment of genuine honesty. “But I’ll appreciate it less if she kills herself in the process. If she’s going to die, I should at least get the first shot.”

“Glimmer can come get her, if you want.”

“Nah, she already feels like hell. She can sleep it off on the couch.”

Adora scrubbed her eyes, smiling weakly. “Thanks, Mermista. Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you, she gets really intense when she actually puts effort into things.”

“She’s not someone I would’ve pegged for a workaholic. Want me to wake her up to say... I dunno, good night or whatever you guys say to each other?”

“Nah, let her sleep.” Adora wanted Catra home, wanted to talk to her about a vacation, but she was sleeping, and that was more important than anything. She’d been exhausting herself for nearly a month working on Salineas. And while it was earning her some begrudging tolerant will with Mermista (who firmly believed actions were better than any apology Catra could ever say), Adora was worried. A vacation would really do her some good. * * * * * * * * * * * * Glimmer and Adora went to Salineas the next morning to get Catra. They thought it was reasonable to assume she was still sleeping off the heat stroke at the palace.

“Nope, she took off before I woke up,” Mermista said flatly when they found her. “Sea Hawk tried to find her, but he’s not exactly subtle about it, so she probably had plenty of time to hide.”

“Great.” Adora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll... track her down.”

“Tell her if she’s going to keel over to get out of my kingdom. She can die on Bright Moon’s turf.”

“Tell her not to die,” Glimmer added.

“Yes, and yes.”

Mermista pointed Adora in the direction of where they’d found Catra yesterday. She approached a half built house, quietly climbing up the ladder at the side and finding Catra working on the roofing.

“Seriously?” she asked, resting her arms on the edge of the roof. Catra looked up, surprised.

“What?”

She looked exhausted, her face flushed red. Adora sighed. “Are you coming home any time soon?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She went back to work, distracted. “Sorry, I dunno what happened yesterday.”

“You made yourself sick working in the sun all day.”

“Sea Hawk overreacted.” Catra waved Adora off. “He’s just scared you’d kill him if you found he let me overwork myself.”

“Sooooo you’re admitting it?”

“No, that’s just his logic.”

Adora shook her head. “Come on, take the day off and come home. I wanna talk to you about something.”

“I really need to finish this.”

There was a weird moment where Adora thought she understood how Catra had felt for years. Catra had been working nonstop on Salineas for a month, and Adora was starting to feel a little ignored.

But she also understood Catra’s side. She took a deep breath, hauling herself up onto the roof and crawling over to Catra, gently putting her hand on Catra’s and stopping the hammer. “Hey. I get it, okay? But you’re not responsible for fixing all of Salineas.”

“Actually, I kind of am,” Catra replied bitterly. She was far too warm for it to be comfortable.

“I’m pretty sure Hordak could stand to take a little more responsibility than he has.” Adora couldn’t help but be a bit bitter about that. He had mostly stayed in Dryl, working with Entrapta on tech that would help with the rebuilding process. And that was great and all, but it wasn’t much compared to Catra being out here every day working herself half to death.

Catra let out a long sigh, finally relaxing her hand. “I just... need to do this, Adora. Okay?”

“I get that, but you don’t need to do it at the expense of your own health. And yes, I know I’m a hypocrite. But I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Adora squeezed her hand. “And that’s okay. Have you eaten anything?”

“No.” The honesty was nice.

“Did you skip eating because you felt sick?” Catra nodded. “Okay. So... you can leave with me, or Mermista can wash you out to sea so you don’t die in her kingdom.”

Catra looked around, and sighed, finally nodding. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Getting her back to solid ground was a bit dicey, but she held herself up and managed to walk back to the palace without much help.

“She lives,” Mermista said dryly when they arrived back at the palace. Glimmer smiled, although she couldn’t hide her worry.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine.” Catra smothered a yawn, scrubbing her eyes.

“Picture of health all right,” Mermista deadpanned. “Look, you built like, an entire neighborhood on your own. Come back when you’re not burning up.”

Glimmer rested a hand on Catra’s shoulder, wincing when she felt the heat radiating off of her. Adora took a moment to whisper, “Thank you for taking care of her,” to Mermista. The princess shrugged.

“Yeah, you know. Whatever.”

Catra was not happy with the teleport back to Bright Moon. Glimmer put them close enough to the bed so she could drop straight onto it, groaning. Good luck, the queen mouthed before disappearing. Adora went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cold water, and returned to the bed, resting the cloth on the back of Catra’s neck. She shivered.

“Cold.”

“Yes, because you’re burning hot.” Adora settled in next to her. “So, I had an idea, and I already know you’re going to argue with it, but hear me out.” Catra hummed in affirmation. “I was thinking we should take some time off. You and me. I was thinking traveling, but now I’m thinking maybe go visit Frosta and spend a week in the snow.”

“Oh hell no,” Catra muttered. “I am not going anywhere with snow. That’s where I draw the line.”

“But you’re agreeing to the vacation?”

“I dunno.” Catra raised her head. “When? Can it wait until Salineas is-”

“No.” Adora gently clasped Catra’s face in her hands. “I know this is hard for you, but you can’t hurt yourself trying to fix things. That won’t accomplish anything, and nobody wants to see you hurting, not even Mermista.”

Catra looked ready to argue, but something in her expression flickered. “You’re willing to take time off just to do nothing?”

“Not nothing. To spend time with you. We can hold each other accountable. You keep me strapped down, and I’ll lie on top of you to make sure you don’t run off to Salineas.”

Tears slowly filled Catra’s eyes, and Adora panicked for a moment before Catra spoke. “You’d... really take time off to spend time with me?”

“Of course.” Adora kissed her gently. “I love you, Catra. And I know we’ve been through a lot and done a lot that doesn’t really... support that, and I want to prove it now. And I want to take care of you.”

The moment of silence between them was comfortable. The same silence they could have spent hours in at one point in their lives. “I love you too,” Catra finally murmured. “Maybe taking some off to spend together wouldn’t be so bad. If only to see you try and relax.”

“Ha. Ha.” Adora grabbed the washcloth and began gently wiping Catra’s face. “Glimmer gave us a month, but I’m pretty sure she’ll be happy if we want to take more. Let’s start with getting you better, then we can figure out what we want to do from there. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Catra snuggled into Adora’s chest, taking a deep breath. “That sounds good.”

It had worked. Adora couldn’t believe it. “So uh... I’m doing this relationship thing pretty good, huh?”

Catra snorted, reaching up to push her face away. “Get over yourself.”

[gojoyogurt]

happy birthday gojo!! || chilhood friends to lovers au || short fic

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: you spend the whole day together with gojo, your childhood friend. this birthday was special since you were the only one to celebrate it with him since all his other friends were overseas. on this day, it felt more like you were receiving a gift on your birthday rather than giving him a gift.

warnings: grammar and vocabulary may not be the best. also, i know gojo isnt 20 but... for the sake of this story i made him just reaching his 20s hope you guys dont mind. some spelling mistakes may not be noticed.

“hey gojo!” i screamed acrossed the road as i saw the tall, light haired man with a bandana covering his eyes leaning on the lamp post. he looked over and gave a small smile along with a wave. it was such a special day since he just turned 20, if he made my 20th birthday so memorable, i should only return the favour since the both of us have been together ( not in a romantic way ) for the longest time and we were always there for each other. “ayo happy birthday you overgrown man baby!” i jokingly congratulated him. “thanks you tiny tiger” he replies back with a smirk on his face while patting me on the head. i blushed slightly, i always had a crush on him but i never got the chance to say it to him. “should i say it today?” i thought to myself as my heart skipped a beat.

we walked down the street for a while and we stumbled across a cafe that seemed pretty quiet, the atmosphere it gave off was so simple yet it was drawing our attention to it. “hey do you-“ we both said simultaneously. “man... that single braincell energy tho amirite HAHA” i affirmed him as both of us were laughing our asses off right infront of the cafe door. after wasting our energy on cackling, we finally stepped into the cafe and ordered our drinks. “one cafe latte-“ we both said simultaneously AGAIN. “why are we so in sync today??” he questioned as we both started giggling uncontrollably at the register. “excuse me, are you guys going to order?” the staff asked us. “oops, sorry. we’ll get two cafe lattes please!” i cheerfully ordered. “two cafe lattes, anything else?” he reassured us. “nope!” i confirmed our order. “ok here’s your receipt, you guys make such a cute couple! you’re so lucky to find your soulmate that matches you perfectly!” the cashier said to us. we both just looked at each other and laughed it off.

it was nearly impossible for us to get to the table since gojos hands wouldnt stop shaking because he was giggling. luckily, we made it to the table without spilling the drinks. “here, its a small gift i made” i said as i handed over a brown wrapped package to him. the crumpling and tearing sound of the paper filled the area we were in, my heart was racing since i was worried that he wouldnt like it. “oh wow, y/n you made this??” he questioned me as if he couldn’t believe that i actually made the picture collage of the both of us. “yeah... do you not like it?” i asked quietly, scared that he actually hated it. “YO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU!!” he screamed in excitement. the collage was filled with memories of me and gojo from when we first met when we were 5 and uptil this day.

it felt like a heavy weight was just lifted off my shoulder. “thanks!! that took a while since i also added some pictures of us when we were still kids!” i replied back in relief. “hey! lets take a photo now so we can add it to the frame!” i suggested. i wriggled my chair over next to him and i took out my polaroid camera from my bag. we both smiled for the picture and i waited for the photo to come out.. “should i tell him now?” i reassured myself. i looked at him quietly, he was smiling while looking at the photos of our past selves, “i want to see that smile forever... ” i knew that it may seem greedy, but my heart always raced whenever i looked at him, even uptil now. “hey, y/n you ok? you seem a little flushed” he asked me with a concerned look on his face. “oh, uh, yeah just feeling a little warm...” i muttered. “lets go to my place so you can rest, ok?” you agreed to go over to his place after finishing your drinks.

during the walk back to his place, i couldnt control my heart, it was beating as if im about to go on stage and perform for millions of people. i stopped walking and i was shaking quietly in a small alleyway leading to his house. “y/n, are you ok??” he ran back after noticing that i wasnt by his side anymore. i dont know why but i suddenly started crying, it was supposed to be a happy day but... why am i like this??? am i scared? gojo hugged me and i cried into his chest while he was calming me down. / “y/n... talk to me, is there anything wrong?” he tried to ask me after i calmed down a little. “i-i- i li- like u b-buht i d-don whant to ru-ruin our fwe nd shipp” i somehow managed to get the words out in between breaths. at that point, my face looked like it was a tomato about to burst. i could hear my own heartbeat, i didnt even dare to take a glance at gojo. “man... how do i take care of you... you see, y/n, i also liked you for such a long time but i always thought that you would go off with some other man so i never confessed” he confessed while scratching the back of his head.

my heart felt like it just stopped, at that moment in time, i feel like the world was so serene and quiet. after snapping back into reality, “wh-what weally??” i sniffled as i looked up at him with my swollen eyes. “HAHAHA YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he teased me as i quickly wiped my snot and tears off my face. “you’re not joking with me right?” i tried to confirm with him. he suddenly let out a huge sigh and walked towards me. my heartbeat suddenly increased as he got closer and closer with every step. he leaned closer towards me and took off his black bandana, “do i look like im lying?” he questioned me as i stared into his beautiful blue eyes. this isnt the first time im seeing it but i always can never prepare myself to see it. his eyes looked so peaceful, like a quiet ocean that has no limits. it felt like you could clearly see the sky even though we were in a dark area.

he put his bandana back on and gave me a long, tight hug. “you are the meanest person i know did you know that” i jokingly said to him. “hey is that the first thing you say to your boyfriend? ouch” he joked back. he hugged me for a little while longer before staring at me. he leaned in closer next to my ear and whispered, “thank you, for making this the best birthday present i could ever ask for” he gave me a peck on the cheek before looking back at me. my face was once again about to explode and my heart was probably on the verge of exploding. “can you not do that i have a weak heart you know???” i scolded as i jumped on him to attack him. “ouch ouch ouch!1!1!1!1! okok im sorry geez, violent much” he teased me once again. “c’mon, lets go to your house already, i look embarrassing” i pushed him so that i don’t embarrass myself in public. i clinged onto his arm and kept my head down the whole way back so that people dont see my face. this day was honestly the best day of my life, i had a huge smile on my face for the rest of the day.

and the rest is left up to your imagination...

hello people! sorry if this seemed rushed because i’ve been quite busy recently but ill still try to post whenever i can. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GOJO YAYYY. actually ive been on a hiatus off anime for a while and jujutsu kaisen is getting me back into the swing of things so im really into jujutsu kaisen atm HAHA. anywho hope you guys enjoyed this short fic and see yall in the next one byee!!!

also im so happy aot the final season came out today but since i read the manga, im really not prepared for whats going to happen... also can we talk about how the intro is just a whole gender reveal party??

[mashiraostail]

I am BEGGING for more Vlad King, maybe something with him and Aizawa when their S/O has a panic attack? Thank you!!

NON IM ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE VLAD KING

Sekijiro Kan CEO of comfort, he’s actually the president of the company.  If you’re okay with being touched there truly is nothing better than a hug from this mans, he’ll wrap you up and squeeze you nice and tight and it’ll be the most relaxing pressure on the planet.  But don’t get it twisted a hug from this man is nice but HUGGING this man?? Immaculate. Nothing is better than wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the crook of his shoulder and his big hands rub your back or hold the back of your head?? The flavor! Even though he isn’t always the best with words his presence is extremely comforting and even just his little sympathetic hums and affirmations take tons of weight off your chest. He’s happy to let you snuggle in close while he talks you down, it’s mostly simple stuff, a lot of, ‘I know’s and ‘it’s okay, I’m right here’s and ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of’s. But the way his voice rumbles in his chest does wonders at cooling you down.  If you can pin point what made you feel so terrible Sekijiro will probably be rid of it in an instant, a smell or fabric you disliked can’t hurt you if it’s in the garbage since you’re here in bed with him and it’s all the way out in the trash now! (:< He doesn’t mind if you want your space for a bit though, he’ll leave you to calm down on your own if that’s what works for you and he’ll be sure you know where to find him and how to reach him if you need him for anything. Once you do cool down and go looking for him he’ll be delighted to see you and you permitting will definitely want to spend some quality time with you. If you want to talk about it he’s willing to listen, he’ll be glad you trust him so much with your feelings even if he can’t put that happiness into words you’ll feel it in how eager he is to hear you talk and to offer advice if you ask for it.  If you’d rather not talk about it he’s also okay with that, he knows it doesn’t always have to do with trust but rather with wanting to let a wound heal instead of picking at the scabs. In these cases, he’ll tell you funny stories about his students or colleagues or sit with you in comfortable silence (but if you wanna maybe make out a lil just ask bc he’ll totally kiss you he just didn’t wanna seem rude or anything since you were upset before and he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s trying to change the subject from your feelings or anything but like if you wanna kiss just totally kiss him that’s cool with him).  Shouta Aizawa Sekijiro is definitely the CEO of warm fuzzy maybe kind of clueless comfort but Shouta is fantastic at saying exactly what you need to hear.  He’s definitely a man of few words and he’s not always great about talking on his own feelings, but when it comes to you he’s pretty good at hitting the nail on the head in a clear and succinct way. He’s constantly saying things like, “you only feel this way because...” and “you wouldn’t hold other people to this standard, you don’t hold me to this standard. It’s unfair.” It’s snapping you back into reality and it’s effective.  That withstanding he also knows the comfort and/or distress physical touch can bring in times like these, if you want to be close to him he’s happy to let you in close, he knows better than anyone how hard it is to not have any tender touches at a time like this so if you just want to lay against his chest and feel his hands on your back he can do that for you, in fact, he’s honored you even sought him out for comfort.  He’s really good at making you feel valid in your emotions and stopping you from feeling high maintenance, petulant or silly. He always thanks you for trusting your emotions with him and for allowing him to see this side of you and for trusting him to help, he always promises to do his best when you come to him like this.  It doesn’t matter what triggered the attack, he will personally see to it that it’s time on this earth is over.  Tasted a drink that you didn’t like? It reminded you of a traumatic event and triggered your anxiety? Goodbye, mixed berry Koolaid you will not be missed. Heard a song that made you think of a certain someone who treated you poorly in the past? Well, it’s actually outlawed now didn’t you hear? (:  Once he knows something makes you upset he tries to keep it tabbed mentally to avoid crossing paths with it pretty much at all costs. For most things he really does believe discomfort can spur serious growth, he challenges not just his students with this but you as well, but not with things like this, with things like this, he’d rather just let time heal old wounds rather than exacerbate them and remind you of bad times. 

[kwrittink]

Ties and Bounds

Pairing: Servant!Reader x Octopi Hybrid!Im Changkyun

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: language, multiple limbs, female oral, description of intercourse, mentions of choking

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It wasn't fear what you were feeling. It couldn't be, being where you were. You could hear his movements right outside the sliding door, and you tried to pretend to be asleep again, but your body wouldn't stop trembling.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he had once said, and perhaps he had been right but... Satisfaction brought it back, your mother would have told you, if she was still alive. You've always been curious of everything, but mainly about him, Yes, Changkyung was your Lord and the heir of the wealthiest family in the province - despite the mysterious aura surrounding the Im descendants, but he was also your best friend since childhood, the one boy that once approached you telling tales of the sea as if he had seen it from his wheelchair and that you've decided to serve forever, to keep your stolen heart closer.

It took a while to admit it even to yourself that you loved him. It wasn't prejudiced, your mother didn't raise you like that, but saying it would put the fact that it was nearly impossible to be reciprocated, for the hierarchy and his status wouldn't allow. Even more when you discovered the family secret.

One night as you were bathing, Changkyung came alone to the same lake you liked to use for such purposes - it was secluded and shallow, not very frequented for the always cold water - and at first, you wanted to rush and leave, but again, your curiosity got the better of you, and by a corner you stayed, sitting on the muddy lake floor, water covering up your mouth. How could he bathe alone in his condition? Wouldn't it ruin the wheelchair if he tried to go with it inside?

All these questions were swirling in your mind as you watched him undress from your hiding place, heart thrumming quickly inside your chest in anticipation. You've always thought him so beautiful and was unable to stop yourself from staring as he revealed himself fully. It was bad and dirty of you, but at least that image you wanted to commit to mind, his wide shoulders and strong chest, lean but swift arms and big hands, straight waist and strong core and-

Tentacles. Obsidian black, shiny, and soft-looking tentacles, just like from those animals merchants bring - squid or octopus, you weren't sure of the difference -, the ones you eat. The ones that were actually the symbol of the family. How silly of you to think that was just a weird cloud.

Smoothly Changkyun slid down the chair, dipping almost soundlessly in the lake, small sigh falling from his lips as the water covered his lower half. You watched, mouth threatening to gape and choke with water as he submerged himself fully, face illuminated by the moon slowly being swallowed by the clear body of liquid.

Something touched your foot underwater, and you could avoid a loud yelp, but your sudden small flailing did make a noise that warned the young heir of your presence. You tried to keep your head submerged for as long as you could, eyes shut tight and heart hammering on your chest, but a feeling of being stared at made you shudder, peeking your eyes open. Changkyun's silver eyes were staring right back at you from a distance, an unreadable expression in his face. You jerked back a little, unable to keep your gaze firm as your lungs ached for air.

By the short moment you stood straight on the lake and wiped the water from your eyes, Changkyun was gone. Vanished in an instant, the only sign he'd ever been there at all the large stain of black tint tainting the lake, as a means of distraction.

Changkyung never tried to deny it. He'd become more distant for a while as if watching your movements, expecting the outburst of horror, perhaps. Since you never brought it up and continued to serve and care for him as always - only now a little more aware of his true nature - the matter was dropped and you two decided to live as you always had. No, that's not true. There's only one thing that remains: the stares.

You'd never forget those eyes, the moon-colored irises that pinned you underwater like a little prey fish. Normally they were the wood-toned warm eyes you always thought Changkyun had but he was making sure you mind his true colors. His eyes would follow you everywhere once in his sight, heavy and full of untold words. It would make you so much aware of him that, even in your dreams you'd feel that gaze burning into you. Still, it wasn't fear what you felt.

It was yearning, raw, and pure need of him.

Regardless of how wrong would a normal person think it to be - how wrong could it be? To love someone so deeply and yearn for them? -, you needed him, and thought of Changkyun often, nights plagued by that beautiful temptation. You wondered how would his legs - maybe arms? - feel wrapped around your skin, squeezing and caressing you softly, how they would taste, where could they reach. You wanted to be tainted as the water of that lake, painted black and claimed by that man who in every other way owned you.

So as the door to your simple servant room slid open, you were so hyper-aware of his presence - the true presence of him shuffling on the hardwood floor - your body couldn't stop shuddering, awaiting his next actions. Your ears buzzed with the silence in that cubicle, the windless night outside doing nothing to conceal your heart pounding loudly in the chest.

"You're awake," he whispered, his deep voice so near your face but for some reason, you were hesitant on opening your eyes. Underneath the kimono wore as a blanket and inside the nightclothes, your body grew hot. "Look at me, Y/N."

Unable to disobey him, your lids snapped open, meeting Changkyung's crooked smile first, the one that always made him look boyish and mischievous, as he laid by your side. Then, like a charm, you met his molten mercury stare, so unnatural but so seductive. "Hi," he said then, hand reaching to touch your cheek.

"Hello my Lord," you swallowed dryly, voice rough and heavy with the sleep you never managed to have. At your addressing his eyes rolled in annoyance, having forbidden you from childhood to put him in a higher position when you two were alone. That made you smile, straightening up on the straw futon. You noticed the beautiful kimono he was wearing, dazzling black silk dotted with silver details, covering a layer of deep dark blue-hued to black, long enough to cover his... Only then your eyes fell on the mess of limbs behind and underneath him as he sat back, coiling and shining while moving aimlessly over the floor, almost hypnotizing. Your fingers itched to touch them.

"That glint in your eyes has been driving me insane, you know?" He muttered and realizing your little drifting off you snapped your gaze back to his face, cheeks feeling warm.

"I'm sorry Changkyun, it's nothing but a-awe for you I swear, didn't mean to stare-" as you explained, a single tentacle neared your face, breath hitching when it softly touched the tip of your nose. It was a little cold, but nothing as a finger would be if exposed to the chilly night air. As Changkyun saw nothing but deep desire in your face, his tentacle touched your cheek, this time stilling there, the skin as if on the brink of being slick.

"I'm well aware of the meaning you have towards these, my little prawn; I've heard your calling almost every night from my room." His tone was calm, a hint of humor on his voice as if your frustration had been funny to listen to. "Even before that day on the lake you have been tempting me, but now..." Changkyun trailed off, moving closer as you knelt on the futon, the feeling of birds flailing inside of you as his lean limbs neared.

"But now?" You chanced to speak, letting out barely a whisper. A human hand reached out to grab yours, leaning to press a soft kiss to your wrist, looking up with irises glinting as moonlight hit his face. Your whole body felt electrified, never thinking you'd ever witness something so beautiful that close.

He breathed out, warmth washing over your face. "Now I'm sure you want me the way I truly am."

"I love you beyond physical appearances, Kkung." You reassured, watching a smile tug at the corner of his lips at your words, though you didn't mimic his expression, too lightheaded to do more than that.

His lips felt chilly against yours, nothing you've ever experienced before. Your eyes fluttered shut after the initial shock of realization that Changkyun was kissing you wore off, hands hesitantly reaching to grip his kimono. At the feeling of your lips molding into his, the kiss was deepened, his tongue laving into your mouth slowly, tasting you carefully.

As he hugged you even closer you felt yourself floating, arms and limbs enveloping your whole body with delicacy and practically lulling you into his deadly embrace. "Do you trust me?" You heard him ask and only then open your eyes again, realizing you were already in another place - his room. You've never been there and probably would never imagine yourself in that situation, but you didn't feel like looking around and staring at yet another piece of his well-kept chamber, too engrossed with the view of his platinum irises waiting for an answer.

"Always, Kkung." You affirmed, extending your arms to touch him again, this time letting a soft smile loose in your lips to mirror his relieved snicker. Two tentacles slid up your still covered body, snaking around the arms slightly constricting while wrapping around the wrists to keep them in place by your sides as if you were to resist his next advances. Careful hands reached for the thin ties that held your yukata together, nimble fingers soundlessly pulling it open, making your breath hitch as you felt it loose around your body. For a moment, Changkyun looked up, as if asking for permission to keep going but must have seen something in your eyes that made him grin before glancing back down and, with a quick tug, expose your naked body to his sight. Out of embarrassment, you tried to move, but your arms wouldn't budge for the tentacles holding them, only then noticing the ones firmly wrapped around your ankles as well.

"I don't want you to hide from me, that's all," he muttered as if you had asked for any explanation, to what you nodded in understanding but still twitching slightly at his soft touches on the scorching skin of your stomach. His platinum irises met yours again. "Just leave yourself to me, Y/N. I'll take good care of you."  

"I-I know, Kkung... Just-" You breathed out, gaze shifting between his flushed face to the rest of him, the rest of ink-black limbs restlessly snaking behind him. You swallowed dryly.

"What? Tell me what you want, love." It sounded like demand and you could swear his eyes shone brighter as you glanced back.

"Move faster, please." You mewled, thighs wanting to rub together with a need that burned like lava from inside of you. Changkyun seemed to be slightly shocked at your plead, eyebrows shooting up with surprise as he took notice of your state. He was aware you wanted him, but the intensity of it was unknown to him, the complete lack of timidity or even concern for what he would be able to do to you.

Breathing out he felt finally at ease to move forward, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he let himself relax and touch you freely.

The way he touched you felt as if a wave was creeping up your whole body, tentacles enveloping your limbs unrestrained. Tight but with a soft touch he commanded every extremity with ease around your calves and thighs, midriff, sliding further up your arms and reaching your neck, tip of it caressing the sensible skin before twisting around the column, eyes almost rolling back as it slightly constricted your airways. The man in front of you that was watching your reactions with bated breath chuckled.

"Who would think you'd be so responsive to these things?" He muttered, leaning to press his lips to yours again but for just a moment, drawing back to observe his craft. "You look so good like this, my little prawn."

"K-Kkung-"

He didn't need more pushing than that, hands reaching for your chest and feeling the plumpness of your breasts, squeezing at first, eyes trained with awe as he pinched your nipples, relishing on the weak whimper you uttered. Drawn to your skin he leaned, pressing a delicate kiss right in between them, then moving to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple, deep hum contrasting with the high pitched whine that escaped you.

You couldn't think as his tongue laved over the nub with care, couldn't breathe as the other hand left your breast only to have a tentacle replace it and squeeze in its unique way, the tip of it tickling and playing with it in a way that made you writhe, pleased with the sensations. So engrossed about what was happening to the top of your body you didn't notice how his now free hand glided downwards, the limbs securing your ankles parting your legs further and revealing soaked folds and twitching core, begging to be touched.

It was surprising how different his fingers felt on your wetness, compared to yours when you tried to soothe your desire. Gasping, your whole body trembled as his fingertips prodded at your folds and opened them, juices staining his fingers.

"This is how much you need me?" You hadn't realized when your eyes fluttered close until you had to open them to look at Changkyun's face, right in front of yours. Trying to swallow you nodded, noticing his eyes were back to that deep brown you've always known. Diving deeper, he came in contact with your throbbing clit, making you jolt and moan at the needed stimulation, as he started to rub tiny circles over the sensitive nub.

"M-more," you whined, jutting your hips up as much as you could to make him understand what he needed to do. Taking the hint quickly he applied more pressure with his middle finger and you moaned loudly, biting your lip after to try and conceal your noises.

"Don't," Changkyun started breathlessly, so affected by your reactions that his forehead shone with a thin layer of sweat. "I want to hear you." Said, and to prove his point, slid down the finger he was teasing you with to your slit, inserting just the first knuckle and making you mewl with the intrusion.

"Changk-" you breathed in sharply, wanting desperately to be filled. Withdrawing, he lifted his hand so both could see the digits wet with your arousal, his expression awed before he simply popped them into his mouth and - to your surprise - hummed deeply. Immediately after he pushed your thighs even more, eyes with an unspoken resolve as he lowered himself enough to face your core. Your chest heaved, slightly nervous and shy of being stared that way so intensely but you still glanced down, curious to see what he was about to do.

"So pretty everywhere," he whispered maybe to himself, meeting your eyes as he rested his palms on the inside of your legs. "Remember, I want to hear you, love."

Later on, you couldn't remember if you nodded or not, because there wasn't a pause to breathe before he sank in your folds, tongue out immediately seeking your essence in a futile attempt to clean your core, making a further mess of you.

It was bliss as Changkyung ate you out, tasting your heat with hunger and quickly bringing you to a powerful high, all the while grunting and squeezing your whole body. He suckled at your labia with delicacy, savoring the essence that kept flowing from your core at the intense ministrations.

You writhed and wined in dire need of further stimulation, more to fill you and, as if reading your mind his finger entered you again, this time deeper, making your walls spasm around the digit as he eased the entrance for the insertion of something bigger. Growing closer and closer to release you heaved, breathing in a high pitch matching the panting of your master, warm air fanning on your folds.

"Kkung I'm- Something's oh," you whimpered, not knowing exactly what was happening to your body, feeling as if it was going to implode.

"Let go for me, my little prawn. I'm here, I've got you..." He whispered, deep sultry tone the last push you needed to finally climax, body going rigid as the waves of heat crashed inside of you eyes rolling back and lips gaping in a long moan, only to be filled as well, smooth tentacle bathing on your saliva and tickling your tongue while nearby Changkyun gasped at the feeling of your mouth.

"That's it, Y/N. You'll take me so well hm?" Leaning back closer to your face he touched your cheek to make you open your eyes, the lust and awe in his glance coaxing your heart to beat faster. You wondered how you looked like, with him inside your mouth and drooling at the clean taste of his limb.

There wasn't much time to wonder, because next thing there was another tentacle snaking up between your legs and plunging inside of your core deliciously, your walls contracting at the more than foreign sensation that invaded you, not that you'd ever felt something similar, your experience in these matters almost null. On the contrary, you had been taught that this was something that should hurt and burn at least at first, not give you an enormous amount of pleasure as it stretched you out.

Guess the whole situation at hand was different from the norm.

You could still breathe properly even with your neck wrapped around and mouth stuffed. Changkyun had been careful to not choke you with his limbs, only bringing you amazing sensations, fucking your core with care, but at a consistent pace that had you short of breath either way. As he hummed in echo with your moans, you wondered if he too could feel things while inside of you, and by the manner he squeezed your arms and legs or trembled, tweaking and teasing your nipples he probably did get off on you as well.

"I feel it... You're getting closer, right Y/N?" he asked, as his tentacle nudged just that spot that had you seeing starts, nodding quickly as desperation coaxed your hips to twitch. "I can taste it, you smell so good little prawn, I just have to-" His drunk voice drowned as Changkyung leaned to press his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing in your scent deeply as he pumped faster inside of you, moans reverberating from your throat to his tentacles, till it was so much you felt like finally melting, filled with white lights. Your lover's torso went rigid over you as he took in the scent of your climax, sighing and panting as if he was inhaling the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.

As you started to get down from your high, hands and legs were released and you finally were able to wrap your arms around the man that was still laving at the column of your now free neck lovingly, basking in your bliss as well.

"I was hasty, my intentions weren't this at first," he muttered against your skin after a while, dragging you back from the slumber you were almost falling. He was wrapped around you as well, keeping your body warm and cozy in his hold. "I wanted to ask you to be with me, For as long as we live... Then I'd kiss you and perhaps another day- But your scent..."

"I beg your pardon for corrupting your innocent ways, my lord." You quipped, scoffing softly as your hands cradled his head, fingers busy scratching the scalp. Changkyung purred in response against your skin, snuggling impossibly closer to you.

"There's nothing to be excused, my lady." He muttered back, snickering as your heartbeat sped up at the way he called you. "I will court you properly starting tomorrow, though. It's kind of protocol, a little embarrassing when your husband to be is bound to a chair."

"I don't care for that, never did." You sighed, a smile playing on your lips. "As long as it doesn't keep me from sleeping here, in your arms from now on."

"Nobody has to know that. Even if it did, now you're bound to me, my little prawn." A kiss was pressed to your neck before he sighed deeply, relaxing to fall asleep. You looked to the side, the first rays of the sun lighting the sky outside. The tomorrow he warned about was already there, and you laid right where you were supposed to be.