#i love that it’s so big but also fluffy lol

[lazyjellyfish300]

Only we know 💭💥🕷️

Miguel O'Hara x gn! Spider Reader

Synopsis: a request for my lovely @swiftyangx12 🖤🖤🖤 TY FOR REQUESTING and your patience 😩😩" How about Miguel and Spider![Reader] attend at a Comic Con back in [Reader]’s world?

The plot for this one is [Reader] signed up to participate in a cosplay competition and they invited Miguel as their moral support (and he took that opportunity since he has a huge crush on them and they also like him back so they can show off their work). I’m thinking of them dressed up as Jinx from LOL Arcane series."

Word count: 2.6k whoops

CW: SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE, MINORS DNI, FLUFFY FRIENDS TO LOVERS

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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You documented your location, voice recording your mission notes as you drew up an orange portal back to Earth 928, tossing the bound anomaly through it like a sack of potatoes before you followed shortly afterwards, leaving the senior citizens at the retirement home with higher blood pressure and jaws on the floor.

Another day on the job complete.

Few things kept you motivated like having a big event marked on your calendar. This summer's item was going to be Comic Con, held in your dimension Earth 108-13. You were particularly looking forward to this one since you took a leap of faith and signed up for a cosplay competition. Also, you and your friends splurged a little bit and got tickets to the one in Las Vegas, meaning there would be a whole weekend of partying and things to do besides just the Con.

As a gamer, one of your favorite series recently came out, Arcane, which was based on a game called League of Legends you had been a long time player of, and the fandom at this time was buzzing. You had planned out your costume to coincide with the trending media and cosplay as Jinx, one of the main characters of Arcane and a playable champion in the game.

No offense to your two friends you were going with, but they had recently crossed over into dating territory, and you weren't exactly all over the idea of third wheeling for an entire weekend, especially in a place as fun as Vegas.

You had someone in mind you were going to invite. And if you weren't misreading the banter and subtle signs you were holding onto like an oath for several months, then you were quite certain he was going to say yes.

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Spider Society HQ, Earth-928

Miguel doesn't turn much from his monitors that he's locked onto in a dead pan stare, watching the same Vulture sniffing candles at a TJ Maxx for the millionth time in a row. But his neck nearly breaks when he hears the familiar and most welcome sound of your voice.

"Hey, Migs."

"H-Hey! *Cough* I mean....hi."

His face morphs back into all business, but with just a hint of pleasantness that he only seemed to allow to bubble underneath the surface with just you. And it made your heart stop every time.

You smile at him, removing your mask, your face glistening with the sweat of a successful mission. Miguel feels his heart leap in his chest.

The afterglow sure suited you and he felt it a little bit more difficult than usual to be in your presence. Nevertheless, he didn't crack.

"Mysterio has been stowed successfully in sector 4." You say proudly, lightly panting as your breath caught up to you.

"Good, good." Miguel's lips pulled into a smile of admiration and gratitude. "I appreciate you doing that despite it being such a moment's notice."

"Ah, well it was a Moose-sterio, actually. So he went down easier than a normal Mysterio." You chuckle, casually perching yourself on Miguel's desk.

Miguel can't help but crack a smile at that. "How did he find himself at the retirement home anyway?"

"Beats me." You hum. "Maybe one of the residents hunted his family when he was younger and was out for long, overdue, revenge served cold."

Miguel shakes his head. "Now, that's a dark thought." He pauses. "But I'm afraid the moose vendetta pales in comparison to the need for multiverse stability. How do you say that plural anyway, is it mooses? Meese?"

"Nah, moose." You chuckle, kicking your legs. "One of those weird ones where the singular is the same as the plural."

"An anomaly." Miguel quips.

"Is it ever not possible for you to talk about work?" You give him an incredulous look, but still keeping the same air of playfulness.

"Old habits die hard." Miguel hums.

You notice he's gradually made his way closer to you, a little off guard when you raise your head to look at him and he's less than a foot away. Your lips part and Miguel clears his throat, turning his attention to the monitor behind you.

You slowly breathe out, that was the closest he's probably been to you the whole time you've known him. You could've sworn if the tension hung in the air any longer than it would've resulted in a kiss that finally unmasked the elephant that sure was doing its best to draw attention away from itself in the room. How you wanted him and, (unknown to you) how much he wanted you just as badly.

You figure now is a good time to ask.

"You have any plans next month the weekend of the 22nd?"

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "I don't, same Spider business as usual, why?"

"Come to the Vegas Comic Con with me. My other two friends are going but they're a couple and I'm not trying to be the odd one out all weekend."

"Vegas?" Miguel feels his pulse steadily increase. He had been to Vegas only once, and that was when he was recruiting Ben Reilly, not really having any time to pause and sightsee.

Partying and going out in public spaces wasn't exactly his thing, but the freeing feeling of being out in the city at night did kind of make him curious. He thought gambling was for chumps but he enjoyed a good card game. Maybe Vegas could be one of those "one and done" things. Just to say he had the experience.

"Yeah." You smile. "I mean, not to make it weird or anything. I just figure you need a break and I'm supposed to be cosplaying and I'm used to having at least one person tag along for moral support but-."

"I'll come."

"You....really?" You smile brightly at him, trying to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Miguel sighs. "Yeah I'll come to this... convention, as you put it."

"You don't know how excited I am right now. It's going to be fun! And you gotta dress up with me too." You smirk, your mind suddenly coming alight with all these fun ideas you and Miguel could try out.

But, Miguel is already eagerly waiting to pop that bubble, "I don't wear costumes."

You raise your eyebrows, "You wear one every day!"

"It's a suit, not a costume." He crosses his arms."There's a difference. Who are you dressing up as anyway?"

"Jinx from Arcane." You answer proudly.

"What's a Jinx?"

"Jinx is a person, silly. She's from a TV show called Arcane which is based off this game I play called League of Legends."

"Never heard of it."

"Just watch it on Netflix! There's only one season, nine episodes. It's one of those you can binge really quick."

Miguel huffs a little in amusement at that. "Okay I might watch this show, but I'm still not putting on a damn costume."

"Alright, wise guy." You cross your arms. "If you're not gonna dress up, you'll still at least come with me, right?"

Miguel smirks at you, leaning in a little closer. "Wouldn't miss this weirdo convention with you for the world."

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Miguel's bloodshot eyes blinked with a heavy stare as the final episode of Arcane concluded, leaving his eye bag expression reflecting back to him on his dark TV.

He was definitely not beating the down bad allegations for you anytime soon, which Peter, Hobie, and Pav loved to so graciously point out every time they could.

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The down badness raised to another degree entirely though at the sight of you in your Jinx cosplay in your Vegas hotel room.

Blue wig with the two long braids true to the character running down your shoulders, body art design on your midriff and right arm to mimic Jinx's tattoos, some ripped up purplish-maroon capris, a black crop top and leather accessories to accent the look on your arms, reminiscent of a sort of edgy steampunk vibe, with combat boots and some magenta colored contacts on your eyes, making you seem even more otherworldly and ethereal.

Miguel can't stop gawking, his feelings ranging from awe, to admiration, to pure want, to sudden jealousy at the realization that other people, (most likely hundreds since you were a contestant after all) will get to lay eyes on you all day like this.

Luckily, you're too anxious and proud of yourself to notice, examining yourself in the mirror for any details that might be off, but you could see none, turning and giving him that signature smile of yours that makes the tops of his ears turn red.

"Y-you look great." He manages to say, in a tone that he only hopes disguises his obvious affection and wordless effect you have on him.

His disguise is completely transparent, however, but you try and mask your obvious flattery and slight giddiness at his reaction. "Thanks, Mig."

But, you're horrible at pretending, too, a fact that he mentally seizes with both hands, stuffing in his back pocket for later with a dizzy look of admiration when your back is turned.

Once you're wholly satisfied with the look, and both ready to go, you and Miguel and your friends hit the Vegas strip, Miguel trying to keep his cool as neck after neck turns as you walk by.

Once at Comic Con, you end up losing your friends, off in a world of their own as a newly formed couple, leaving just you and Miguel alone.

Miguel's eyes soften when you take a picture of your passes hanging from matching lanyards side by side angled at the ground with both pairs of your shoes in the shot and post it to your social media stories, realizing you have every intention of showing him off.

You feel fuzzy on the inside when you get stopped for pictures with fellow attendees, giving you numerous compliments at how good you look and chatting about how much they love Jinx and they're so stoked to see such a well done cosplay. (That $500 charge to the arts and crafts store was Soo worth it)

Your favorite photo op was meeting someone with an equally wicked Vi cosplay, standing side by side in a way that looked like you both were copy pasted from the show itself.

Miguel gets mistaken for your boyfriend dozens of times, but he doesn't correct them once, just a little smile on his face as he plays photographer, butterflies in your stomach as he walks a little closer next to you, halfway shielding you in a chivalristic manner from all the extra attention as though he was your personal bodyguard.

You stop by booth after booth, politely conversing with the various artists, actors, and writers, collecting more stickers for your laptop, buying a t shirt, some adorable pins here and there. Like a kid in a candy shop, you take in and gravitate towards every one of your interests and medias you adore like a moth to a flame. Miguel endears himself even more to you with your little Oohs and Aaahs.

You notice Miguel's a little starstruck when he sees one of his favorite comic book writers as a kid, letting him know he can go for a photo op if he wants since you both have the all access tickets, smiling at how cute and nervous he looks as he approaches the writer, scooting a little closer and popping a little awkward thumbs up at the camera. Still, he comes out looking just as photogenic and gorgeous as ever. You shake your head with a smile.

Soon, it's time for the competition. You bounce your leg nervously as you sit in your chair on the stage, feeling what seems like a millions pairs of eyes boring into you, but then you catch Miguel in the audience, both of you the only two people in the room as your gaze stays anchored on him the whole time, nearly missing the announcement from the host that you were awarded first place. Miguel stands and claps loudly as he uses his fingers to whistle, leaving you with a smile that could break your cheeks.

After a successful Con and maybe a couple more bags of merch than you should have indulged in (Miguel being responsible for at least 2 of those, getting you a couple stuffies and t shirts as his congratulations for sweeping the competition away), it was time to have some fun on the town and see what Vegas had to offer.

You got matching drinks from the Hello Kitty cafe, went to the M&M's world (Miguel nearly had a stroke from being surrounded by so much sugar), and the shark reef aquarium. You could have sworn his finger brushed against yours a couple of times when you both were zoned out in the shark tunnel, completely lost in an oceanic world together with no plans to return, until a group of over-zealous and unsupervised 7 year olds nearly knocked him over.

You even convinced him to just try the slot machines once, not even waiting for his cash out coupon for 40 cents to print out before he was yanking you by the arm out of there while you were wheezing with laughter.

Sharing a 12 pack of cheeseburger sliders at White Castle (Miguel had like 8 of them), and some freshly cooked french fries, dashed with the tiniest bit of salt.

Now, you were watching the fountains at the Bellagio, both of your hands creeping closer and closer together as the show went on, until both of your arms were wrapped around each other. Your head was against his chest as the fanfare blasted in the speakers and the gorgeous aqua, teal and fuschia lights of the water lit up the Vegas sky overhead in a spectacular display like a starry watercolor painting.

The mood of the night suddenly felt extremely peaceful, and sensual, a tranquil moment between you and Miguel. Honest feelings underneath the surface that were begging to be released at long last.

You turned your head to find him already staring,

"Miguel, I...."

Before his lips already met yours in the sweetest first kiss, the water splashing behind you in front of the well lit Bellagio, the shooting colors akin to the fireworks bursting inside your heart, before you both gently break it, foreheads still pressed against the other.

"I'm-"

"In love with you?" He asks softly as he brings a thumb to your cheek, tracing the tiniest circle before he kisses you again.

"I absolutely am."

You both get lost inside this out of world experience, kissing each other underneath the warm, nighttime lights of Vegas, still dressed in your Jinx costume, both pairs of arms locked around the other, hearts stirring in your chest as you cement this moment permanently into memory.

You Uber back to your hotel, no longer staying in separate rooms with evening plans of all-night snuggles, binging another series together that you've been meaning to show him, and, if you are both still awake, maybe convincing him to run down to the lobby together for late night snacks from the 24 hour food court in your hotel, and room service waffles in the morning.

Two lovebirds brought together at last by the nighttime lights of Vegas, and all because of a little Comic Con.

A special love rooted in friendship with a sacred meaning only the two of you know about, that playful look in each other's eyes as you open the door to his hotel room, another portal to a cozy world for you two to get lost in as it softly clicks behind you.

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[mclmora]

✧ MCL (hsl) flirts + simple headcanons ✧

~ NOTE: the pictures used are not mine! credit to the respective owners on pinterest. all the headcanons are SFW & written just for fun. hope you’ll enjoy! xoxo, Mora

ꞝ Castiel.

a night owl. he’s naturally more active at night and enjoys playing guitar, especially whenever he can’t sleep.

he’s a huge fan of vinyl disks! he loves the vintage vibe and collecting old school bands’ disks from the 70s/80s, like lynyrd skynyrd’s/pink floyd & deep purple.

secretly super scared of spiders. and bugs. and flying bugs. (he will yell like a little girl whenever he sees one)

ꞝ Nathaniel.

he still sleeps with the blanket over his face sometimes. yeah, like right after he watches a horror movie that “didn’t bother him at all” according to him.

blue is his happy color, it reminds him of waterfalls & water element in general, which calm him down a lot.

has a diary since 9th grade. he loves writing his thoughts and making to-do lists.

ꞝ Lysander.

loves writing in nature. loves nature in general, and willow trees are his favorites.

his bone structure is pretty big, he has broad shoulders, big back and especially veiny arms. he’s hands down the most “manly” of all the boys.

he tattoed all the favorite flowers of his family members on his left arm.

ꞝ Armin.

listens to asmr and is tremendously embarrassed about it. hides it like a criminal, even if it’s usually just no-talking videos of fluffy mic scratching/tapping.

he used to role-play a lot during his middle school years. he loved role-playing about anime characters.

addicted to detective conan. was his childhood, along with dragon balls!

ꞝ Kentin.

is a boomer when it comes to technology, he can barely use the PC, it’s actually hilarious.

he loves leg days at the gym! it’s an addiction to him, he loves jogging and running and use his legs for physical activity. (indeed he has huge calf muscles)

loves cars. he is one of those people who would drool over cars tiktok edits.

bonus!! i wanted to add our beloved alexy, although obviously he’s non-dateable ♡

ꞝ Alex.

had a tumblr 2014 phase which he never really got over, he loves polaroids to this day.

neon pink is his favorite color. he’s always wearing pink nail polish, both on his nails & toes.

he cries everytime he watches “titanic”. no joke, ask armin. he sobs when jack dies, lol.

✧

~ thank u for reading! i had so much fun writing this & making the little edits for the boys. i love them so much, which one is your favorite? :p also, reblogs are super appreciated ^^

[kidovna]

dropping in to let everyone know that this is the hairstyle i intended to give will

[puppyeared]

do you have a favourite dog breed? :з

deez guys

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

hi!! i'm back lol - well, the craziness at work is done and I'm slowly getting back to writing bc I haven't written in like a week and it's killing me lol (this is gonna sound dramatic but I literally don't feel like myself if I don't write for too long haha) I don't have anything new to share rn, but I figured since it's already december and since some of y'all are sharing Christmas fics, and knowing I likely won't write one this year, I'm gonna shamelessly plug my holiday fake dating fic with 4 Christmases and 6 Christmas chapters actually 😂 (Christmas was a very important time for Buck and Eddie's relationship in this lol) - there's obvi more holidays in this but anyway, here's a snippet of their first Christmas together also, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and I'm feeling nostalgic lol, this fic is my baby and I love it so much (tho there's so many things I'd change now lol)

[read on Ao3]

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Turns out, Buck is very much serious about the whole thing, and Christopher finds it hilarious and is eager to play along. Eddie doesn’t have valid arguments not to do it, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. After another snide comment when talking to his parents, he made his decision. And he already felt this exciting feeling of satisfaction when he told them he’d be bringing someone for Christmas this year – miraculously, Buck and Eddie don’t work on Christmas, and they took an additional day off, so their schedules allow for a three-day trip to Texas. 

So now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re on their way from the airport to Eddie’s childhood home, and he’s nervous, doubts just starting to seep in. What on earth possessed him to do this? He can’t lie to his family. He can’t pretend to be in love with Buck. What if he really does fall in love with him? What if everything goes to shit? He’s watched enough movies to know it’s a bad idea, but he couldn’t and still can’t bring himself to stop it.

“So.” Eddie says, his voice shaking slightly, as they sit in a cab. “We’re doing this.”

“Yep.” he can hear Buck grin next to him. “Unless you still wanna back out?” he adds quickly. They could still say Buck’s just a friend. No big deal. But Eddie does have this petty desire to stir something up, and this seems perfect. 

“No. It’ll be fine.” he smiles at Buck, and then feels hot when Buck grabs his hand and interlaces their fingers, winking at him. Christopher laughs.

“You’d make a great couple.” he comments. He’s been unusually happy about all of this. He also asked Eddie a few days ago if Eddie loves Buck, which prompted a conversation, but he thinks Chris knows what’s going on now. Eddie doesn’t really know what to think about that.

“Thanks, buddy.” Buck responds excitedly, squeezing Eddie’s hand, and he can’t contain a smile. If not anything else, at least all three of them are going to have a lot of fun.

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[sysig]

Having fun, more and more! (Patreon)

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[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Ranch Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 牧场之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

It’s very important to read the PROLOGUE and the DIARY ENTRIES before the date. Remember to read them first! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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✧ [PART 1] ✧

The awning overhead under the bus stop next to the ranch renders shade in the fervent summer sun.

I look at the time on my phone screen and can’t help but sigh.

MC: What’s taking him so long...

I set several alarms before going to bed last night, wanting to give Victor a “surprise,” who specifically reminded me not to oversleep.

As a result, I rushed to the bus stop where we planned to meet with my heart abounding in excitement, only to find that I’d arrived a full hour early.

Staring at the chat box, I debate whether or not to send Victor a message.

MC: No, nope, can’t! If I did so, there would be no point in getting up early today!

I release a gigantic yawn, my gaze wandering over the passing crowd in my surroundings.

Passerby: Darling, let’s go milk the cows first! That’s the ace of the items here!

I look around at the sound of the voice, watching the young men and women walking toward the gate of the ranch as they chat and laugh.

On the huge billboard at the entrance–– adorable cattle and sheep are roaming among the vast pastures, looking carefree and at ease.

My heart, which has grown somewhat restless from the wait, gradually settles down under the influence of the relaxing ambience.

I casually pick up the guidebook that’s placed by the bus stop and look at the tagline on the cover.

MC: “Experience close interactions with the animals to your heart’s liking, and enjoy a relaxing holiday that allows your heart to fly freely.”

I mumble to myself as I read through the guidebook, inwardly figuring out what items I want to experience with Victor today.

MC: …let me find that ace event… ah, here it is!

MC: “Taste the exclusive mellow reward with the milking challenge,”…it really seems that they weren’t wrong.

MC: Wow~ The ranch’s special offer, “Bunny Pasta,” looks so cute and delicious!

Each of the unique experiences offered by the ranch makes it difficult for me to choose as I’m constantly weighing the order of priorities.

Perhaps it’s the brain operating a brief “job,” or perhaps it’s the warm sunshine–– I find that my drowsiness has been set off.

I yawn again, though only ten minutes have passed.

MC: How about I shut my eyes for a little while…

With this thought, I close my eyes. The vision of a brilliant summer day appears in my mind as Victor brings out a chilled pudding from the kitchen.

MC: [eyes still closed]  …it’s such a hot day. If only I could pull out a chilled pudding from my bag at any time.

?? (Victor): You’re the first person with the ability to “talk in sleep” while being awake.

A deep, low, helpless voice resounds in my ear, forming a wonderful overlap with the scene in my mind.

My eyes snap open–– the familiar figure standing in front of me just happens to screen off even the last beams of the blazing sun.

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✧ [PART 2] ✧

Seemingly because of my “sleep talking” just now, Victor brings me straight to the “Bunny Restaurant” after we walk into the ranch.

The not-so-big restaurant is decorated with a few tables, and the soft tablecloths are trimmed with various cute bunny prints.

Waiter: Soft-boiled eggs for two, and our signature dish, “Bunny Pasta.” The chilled pudding will be served at the end of the meal. Please enjoy.

The pasta on the plate is orchestrated in the silhouette of a rabbit, with carrots and broccoli embellishing the rather soulful features.

The steamy soft-boiled eggs sit on small rattan-woven trays, representing a rather ranch-like style.

MC: [to the eggs] Let’s start with you!

I reach for the steaming hot egg, but am captured in the air by another hand.

Victor: Not afraid of the heat?

MC: If I get burned, I will pinch the ears.

I speak in a serious manner. However, I still can’t resist the gaze Victor casts me; obediently take out a tissue and wrap the egg.

The heat travels down my fingertips. I subconsciously pinch the two corners, unexpectedly drawing out the shape of two cat ears.

MC: Pfft. Victor, don’t you think it looks cute?

Victor: Are you planning to pinch the egg’s “ears” if you get burned?

MC: I can also eat it and take revenge “for the burn.”

Victor: You’re quite vindictive.

MC: I call this fair and aboveboard “revenge.”

I lightly knock the egg twice on the edge of the table as I speak. The fine cracks spread irregularly across the eggshell, a familiar-looking pattern intruding into my line of sight.

MC: This pattern...

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━━━ [FLASHBACK BEGINS] ━━━

A month ago, I was at Souvenir for Victor’s “new dish tasting session.”

As the sole tasting official, I’d availed myself of Victor going out to answer a call and treated myself with an extra pudding.

I snuck into the back kitchen with an absolutely empty plate and quietly cleaned it up.

MC: Why are they here? They shouldn’t be expired, right?

I picked up the eggs and sifted through them. The date of manufacture on them was the day before, so I guess Victor had left them here.

With this thought in mind, I opened the fridge door to return them to their original host when I unwittingly glanced at an inconspicuous pattern next to the date.

A chick half squatted in an eggshell, the simple lines were nifty and exquisite, and appeared to have been designed with care.

MC: What on earth is this chicken pattern for?

Victor: It’s a logo.

MC: !

I was given a scare by the sudden sound behind me, causing the egg in my hand to be tossed in midair.

In the next second, Victor caught it steadily, looking at me with a more roguish, playful look in his gaze.

Victor: Is this your new method of “blowing up the kitchen?”

MC: No, of course not. It’s cause you appeared out of nowhere and startled me.

Victor: What are you doing sneaking around here.

Victor: Staring at an egg in a daze?

MC: I-I was just here to wash my hands, that’s all. I cleaned all the dessert plates while I was at it!

Looking into those inquiring eyes, I hurriedly diverted the topic.

MC: The chick logo on this egg is so unique. Are those very special eggs?

Victor: Not really. It’s just that their manufacturing ranch doesn’t supply goods to the outside world. As a result, they can’t be seen on the market.

━━━ [FLASHBACK ENDS] ━━━

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This pattern… is the same as the one I’ve seen previously at Souvenir. As I recall this scene, I can’t help but be entranced.

Victor: Why are you staring blankly at the egg again?

MC: Where was the “again”…

Victor: It was the time when you ate a pudding on the sly, snuck into the back kitchen, and were discovered by me.

MC: D-Do you have any evidence!

Victor: Nope. But the glass of the external wall is transparent.

MC: …

After suddenly being struck by the tale of being caught in the act after a month’s time, I lower my head and peel the egg, knowing that I’m the one in the wrong.

Victor: Take this one.

Victor naturally puts his peeled egg into my palm and takes away the one I was peeling.

MC: So… is this the ranch you were talking about that doesn’t supply goods to the outside world?

Victor: Your mind’s turned quite speedily this time.

MC: In that case, let me make another reasonable speculation…

MC: Was LFG among the investors who supported the redevelopment of this town?

Victor doesn’t reply, just softly hooking the corners of his upward. The answer already needs no explanation.

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✧ [PART 3] ✧

[T/N]: Sorry, but the first section without any context is just–– skfksjzpwk my head went straight into the gutter LOL and HIS VOICE ACTING DOESN’T HELP!!! (//◎/o/◎//)

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After brunch, Victor and I enter the stall barn to experience the “milking challenge,” the one I’ve been looking forward to the most.

Staff Member: ...before milking, create distractions for the cows with food, then gently stroke their backs to build trust.

Staff Member: During the process, as long as you don’t pull too hard and apply the appropriate amount of pressure, it’ll be fine.

I lean on Victor and listen attentively to the staff’s explanation.

At the thought of doing it myself later, I can’t help being eager and squeezing my palms.

MC: How much is the “appropriate” amount of pressure?

Noticing my muttering, the staff member smiles and winks, pointing to Victor beside me.

Staff Member: Miss, you can try it out by squeezing your boyfriend. He will feel just a little amount of pain, that’s all.

I tentatively look at Victor as I conscientiously contemplate this suggestion.

My eyes travel from his fingertips to his forearms, to his shoulders, then to his chest and his slightly peeking out collarbones through his half-open neckline.

Finally, my gaze meets those ever-calm and deep eyes. Sure enough, he knits his brows into a frown.

Victor: What’s on your mind?

MC: No-nothing.

Victor laughs out loud, a little helplessly. He then inches a bit closer to me.

Victor: Squeeze anywhere you like.

Victor: However, there’s a condition.

MC: What’s the condition!

Victor: It’s confidential for the time being.

I pout, but lean over anyway, ready to seize this rare opportunity.

My gaze cruises along the tips of his slightly damp hair, and lands on the exposed half of his arm. I raise my hand and gently squeeze an inch of warm skin on his arm, exerting slight pressure.

MC: Is this force okay?

Victor: Too gentle.

MC: Ah, how about this?

Victor: [sexy gasp]  …too strong.

MC: Then, I’ll change the position again.

Victor: [laughs helplessly]  Do you think you’re kneading dough?

Though a little helplessness is evident in Victor’s tone, his eyes reveal a tinge of laughter. He takes my hand in a smooth motion and squeezes it twice in his palm before holding it firmly in his grip.

Victor: This is just right, got it?

Soon, we grab our tools and make our way to the fenced-off area on the outdoor lawn.

As I rest my upper body on the fence and enjoy the relaxed and contented “cow walk,” my eyes fix themselves on a pair of relatively docile-looking mother and child.

But unexpectedly, as soon as we walk into the enclosure, the little cow continues to make a low, vigilant “moo” sound.

MC: Why does the calf keep shouting? Is it afraid or…

Victor: Wait a moment first.

Victor pulls me behind him and takes two steps toward it. The little cow’s bellowing grows more and more high-pitched.

He creases his brows, as though he already knows what the problem is.

Victor: This should be a stress response. It’s afraid that we might hurt its mother.

Victor: A little appropriate appeasement will do.

MC: Soothing seems to be done with feeding it first, and then, what should we do?

Victor: Weren’t you quite engrossed when listening to the briefing?

MC: How can you remember if you only listen to it once…

I poke Victor’s arm with my finger, tossing a look of “I’ll leave this in your hands.”

Victor curls his fingers and taps me on the forehead, leaning down to lift the milk jar.

He places the milk jar in front of the calf and successfully attracts its attention. Then squatting down, he raises his hand to the calf’s back and strokes it gently.

Along with his action, the calf gradually quiets down, letting out a relaxed “moo” sound from time to time.

Looking at Victor exuding an air of such proficiency, I can’t resist poking fun.

MC: I didn’t expect CEO Victor to be so experienced in milking cows. Could it be that he’s learned this before?

Victor: I’m not like a dummy.

Victor: Once you’ve understood the demonstration, come over and give a hand.

He straightens up as he speaks, preparing to stand up. But at some point, the mama cow suddenly appears behind him.

MC: …Victor, behind you!

I open my mouth nervously, subconsciously freezing where I’m standing. Victor’s hand pauses in mid-air, still holding the posture of appeasing the calf.

In the next second, the mama cow’s curled tongue is licking at him as if thanking him for soothing the calf.

Victor smiles. As though thinking of something, an unbridled tenderness streams through his eyes.

I heave a sigh of relief, my footsteps immediately becoming relaxed. I promptly take the milk bucket, which Victor stuffs into my hand.

Victor: It’s time for a certain someone to go into the battle personally.

MC: I’d still like to ask “Teacher Victor” for more help!

I imitate Victor’s movements and squat down next to the cow, and the soft yet solid sensation unconsciously makes my hands shudder a little.

After a few very careful squeezes, there is not even a single drop of milk in the bucket.

MC: Victor, what should I do? Should I use a little more force?

–

[T/N]: LOL this cracked me up, remembering his MC imitation of the same sentence hahaha 🤪

–

Victor chuckles softly and slowly crouches down beside me.

He lifts his hand and covers the back of mine, softly nudging my knuckles twice. As the familiar warmth spreads along my palm, I tilt my head and look into his eyes.

Victor: You were panicking just now.

Victor: I don’t see you thinking this much when you’re pawing at me.

MC: That’s because the object is you. How can this be the same!

Victor: Remember the strength I used just now?

As he speaks, he clasps my five fingers with slight force, a little more, and a little more.

As I watch the pure white milk slowly fill the iron bucket, my heart also becomes wonderfully crammed and heavy.

—

┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈

—

✧ [PART 4] ✧

By the time we come out of the stall barn, the color of the sky is already gradually turning dark.

The deep twilight tinges the distant pastures with a smear of crimson, and even our overlapping shadows become softer.

I take Victor’s phone and admire the photos he has taken during this time.

The kitten hiding in the cardboard box, the scenery of the streets, the restaurants he’s visited–– each of them corresponds to the “tasks” I assigned him.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor has completed his tasks properly.

MC: I actually thought you’d been so busy with work that you wouldn’t have the means to complete all these tasks.

Victor: Since I’d promised you, naturally, I’d fulfill it.

MC: I should have known to give you more tasks!

Victor: The vacation isn’t over yet. It’s still within the period of validity.

MC: In that case, I want to have caramel pudding tonight! The extra-large kind!

A soft laugh spills from Victor’s throat, as though he’s already guessed my childish desire long ago.

Victor: You can have whatever you want tonight.

MC: Then I’ll have the spicy crayfish, aromatic pan-fried steak, and better yet, some fried chicken!

Victor: You do know how to seize the opportunity.

Victor: Go on, what else do you want to do?

MC: I also want to decorate the dinner setting a little! After all, I’ve chosen a delicious bottle of red wine. So, of course, we have to complete the sense of ceremony.

MC: Consider it our celebration party~

Victor: What are we celebrating?

MC: Celebrating that… the both of us have completed all our tasks perfectly.

I take Victor’s to-do list, preparing to tick the last one–– “spend a wonderful vacation together with MC at the ranch.”

At this moment, the sudden “baa baa” sound drifting to my ears captures my attention. But when I look around, I find no sign of a sheep.

MC: Victor, wasn’t that the cry of a lamb just now? Or did I hear wrong?

Victor: You’re right. I heard it too.

MC: But there’s nothing around here.

Victor: A flock of sheep passed by not long ago, and a lamb may have wandered off and got lost.

MC: So, shall we look for it then!

Victor arches an eyebrow, displaying an expression that he’s already guessed my thoughts long ago. He takes my hand and walks down the slope towards the depths where the wildflowers are luxuriant.

MC: Baa baa, baa baa~

Lamb: Baa~

The sound of a lamb crying finally rings out again in the underbrush next to us. I hurriedly brush aside the sawdust and wildflowers, and a tiny black-and-white lamb emerges in front of us.

Seemingly wounded, its body shudders faintly, but it’s not afraid of strangers.

Victor bends down and cradles it up. The little lamb lies quietly in his arms, making a feeble “baa baa” sound.

Victor: [HOW CAN YOUR VOICE BE SO TENDER AKASKVKD]  Its hind leg is injured, nothing serious.

I scan the surroundings to see if there’s anything I can find to help cheer it up. The blooming small, pure white flowers ineffably seem a little familiar on the endless field.

MC: I think I’ve seen this kind of flower in the guidebook… are they alfalfa flowers?

MC: This one is food for the lambs!

Victor: You really do have a good memory when it comes to food.

I smile mischievously, pluck an alfalfa flower and bring it to the lamb’s mouth. The lamb, which has been lowering its head till now, is instantly drawn to it.

MC: As soon as you’ve seen food, you’re in high spirits! There’s such a large area of alfalfa blossom here…

MC: Victor, do you think this little fella sneaked off wanting to eat at the buffet?

Victor: Is this also a resonance among the foodies?

MC: It’s a cross-species communication regarding delicious food!

Victor: Sophistry.

Victor hooks the corners of his lips upward in an evasive manner.

After he calls the staff, we sit together on the ground and wait for them to come over and pick up the lamb.

Enjoying the last smear of the indulgent sunset of the day, looking at the lamb resting comfortably in our arms, and this pastureland atmosphere, I can’t help but open my mouth.

MC: Victor, investing in small towns to help them restore their industry… it’s unlike the usual style of your business ventures.

Victor raises his eyebrow at me, wearing an engrossing expression.

Victor: What do you think I was supposed to do?

MC: Meticulous planning and earning money speedily.

Victor: Well, that’s exactly what it’s doing now too.

MC: But, this is also the supplier of Souvenir.

MC: You wouldn’t just stock causally at such an important place, right? There must be some special reason.

Victor: Take a guess.

MC: Can you at least give me a hint!

Victor: The answer lies in the places we have visited today.

I carefully search my mind for the memories of today, looking for anything “special” within this context.

My train of thought skims over every stretch of road from the bus stop, to the restaurant, to the ranch, until it finally rests at the milking scene.

MC: Is it the milking? Milk… could it be pudding! Is it the raw material for the pudding you make?

Victor: To be precise, it’s part of the material.

Victor: For the purpose of restoring an irreplaceable part of the memory to its original state.

His voice is light, and his entire being seems to have shed its sharpness and is enclosed in a soft layer of gentleness.

I recall the story he told me about learning how to make pudding. I suddenly realize what’s going on.

For a while, neither of us speaks. I follow his gaze into the distance as though I, too, can see that distant place wholly tinged with the colors of memories.

–

[Tidbits]: MC is referring to Victor’s 5th Birthday ASMR, where he tells MC how his mom taught him to make “the most delicious” pudding in the world when he was a lil kid. And, today, if she knew just how much MC loves his pudding, she would be very happy~ 🥺❤️

–

I lean on Victor’s shoulder, speaking in a half-joking manner.

MC: How about making some extra puddings for me tonight then?

Victor: Nope.

MC: Why! I’m exercising my right to continue mentioning tasks during this trip!

I poke his arm in feigned dissatisfaction, only to be caught by a hand in mid-air.

The only remnants of light scattered on the horizon reflect the premeditated smile hanging at the corners of his lips.

Victor: I’ll decide the menu for tonight.

Victor: This is the condition under which, earlier, you were allowed to run amok on me.

–

–

[T/N 1.0]: Me sobbing at how not only MC cherished the taste of his pudding for 17 years, even though she couldn’t remember his face, but she also tried her best to replicate that flavor, possibly so that boy in her memory would still be with her! Throwback to 泽言哥哥!!! 😭

[T/N 2.0]: VICTOR!!! I can’t with the depth this man’s love!!! This reminds me how–– because his mom took him to that designer’s exhibition as a kid and said she really liked the “Heart Of Eternity” earrings–– many years later when he’d become his own person and had the ability to do so, he purchased and donated those earrings to the museum– (Dazzling Date + Only Tonight MQ).

[T/N 3.0]: Not to mention how he suffered and carried the burdens of travelling through time and space for his mom too, as a kid (R&S Fleeting)🥲 And adding to that the emails his mom left for him and how he still calls her number to let her know about the minutes of his life HHNNGGGNNN AND NOW THIS!!! Zero was right and truer words have never been spoken!!!😭

“Victor, I am afraid even the gods don’t have such a heart of tender affection for the world as you do, do they?”

—

[haneys]

I didn't want to wake up so bad today because I had a dream I was in love with a big burly polar bear furry 😭😭😭 take me back he was the oneeeeee

[multishipper-baby]

Throwback to that time I mentioned the idea of Eak being a dog person and Owynn a cat person because everything is better with pets

[coern]

i had a dream that they killed tsukasa for the anniv and he hung out as a ghost for the rest of the game

[arminsumi]

Can we please please please have more of bad boy Geto?? Sfw or nsfw as per your wishh

🔞 MDNI/18+

★ BAD BOY!

★ Pt. 1

★ Pairings : Geto Suguru / fem!reader

★ Synopsis : your boyfriend is a bad boy that your parents disapprove of 😈🏍️🖤

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smut, cunnilingus, creampies, condoms/taking off condoms (consensual), riding his motorcycle 🥵, names (princess/baby/sl*t), some cervix rubbing/big d*ck Geto, toys (G-spot vibe), bl*wjob, degradation, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of being drunk (fluffy), +++

★ Note : i wrote this in public and felt super giggly abt it lol

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who rumbles down your street on his bike, gloved hands resting on the handles, and stares at your house. He waits and quickly sees you trotting out the front door like a princess escaping her castle. He gives you a French kiss before saying "Hey princess. Hop on."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has watched you ride his motorcycle — no no, not in the way you think. Panties soaked. Clit squished on the seat. Rutting back and forth. "That's a good little princess. Cum on it like it's my thigh."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who takes you to get your first body piercing. He leads you by the hand and his face is alight with a devilish grin. "I can't wait to buy you pretty piercings, baby. You're gonna look so good strutting around town wearing my diamonds."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who asks after suckling on your puffy clit for a whole hour; "Baby, I think you like me too much. You know I'm a bad influence, right?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who lets you sit on his lap whenever you have to treat one of his black eyes. "Hey, you know what would make me feel better, baby? If you rode my lap like you ride on my bike 😇"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who makes it very apparent that he has a tongue piercing by rolling it over your clit and through your slit over and over. He laps up your juices after making you cum, and seductively wipes the streak of your slick off his cheek with his thumb.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who loves it when your secret kinks slip past your lips. "Did you just call me daddy?" he asks and you immediately blabber apologies, but he just silences you with a rough kiss, "I can be your daddy, baby. You just lay back and take it like a good girl, okay?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who grins like a devil when corrupting you with new kinks, and enjoys turning your innocent kinks into something nastier.

"You're taking me so well." he praises you in a soft voice while his cockhead rubs into your cervix, "Can't believe your pussy can take so much cock. Such a greedy little cunt..." he puts his full weight on you when he nears orgasm, trapping you with his sweaty, muscular body. "Fuck, your slutty little hole is gonna milk me dry. You ready? Yeah I'm gonna give you my babies. Can't believe you wanna get pregnant. You just need a big cock stretching you out 'n that makes you happy, yeah? Aw, cockdrunk fuckin' slut... yeah I know you like it when I call you a slut, too. Nasty little slut. Take my cock, baby. Just take it."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who is also a tattoo artist and gives you your first tattoo. You have to hide it from your parents, and something about this fact makes Suguru smirk. He's put his mark on their precious girl — their daughter.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who gets off on the fact he's the bad boy corrupting someone's innocent daughter.

"Baby, you know I'm no good." he hums against your ear in an irresistible voice. "You shouldn't be sneaking around with me." he drops his voice lower and nibbles your ear, "You're being a bad girl."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, when drunk with you, proclaims his love for you over and over and over.

"Fuck, babyyy I love you so much. Come here 'n gimme another kiss." and then he smothers you with kisses until you're making out on his parked motorcycle in the empty parking lot at night. "God, whenever I kiss you I feel like marrying you so bad..."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who treats you like you're a goddess. Wiping your tears when you cry about anything, murmuring "Please don't cry, princess." and also using this line on you when you cry from pleasure about how big his cock is, or when your eyes water when deepthroating him for the first time.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, even after being kicked out of your house many times by your dad, still climbs in through your window to fuck you in your bed.

He fills condom after condom but then he checks his wallet and oops — he ran out of condoms. "I wanna take you raw, Sugu, please!" you paw at his abdomen and wiggle your pussy back down on his sensitive cock. He hisses through his teeth, "Fuck, okay... anythin' for my princess..." and plunges his big cock into you raw.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has been shoved out of the front door by the collar of his biker's jacket by your disapproving parents. He makes a joke of it, putting his hands up as if he's being arrested and laughing naughtily.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who promises; "I'll come back for ya, princess." and he does. He whisks you away. You give him dolly eyes and beg to run away with him.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who stuffs a hot pink G-spot vibrator in your pussy before letting you straddle his motorcycle.

He smirks while riding, knowing that you're feeling the rumbling vibrations on your pussy as well as the buzzing of the toy stuffed inside you. Oh and he just loves seeing you struggle to dismount the seat once you're parked. "Bad girl, you made the seat all wet with your pussy." he scolds playfully.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who always unzips his pants tantalizingly slowly.

His heavy cock smacks against your cheek as soon as it's freed, it's always accidentally-on-purpose. "Sorry, princess, did that hurt?" he asks sarcastically while rubbing his tip across your glossy lips. "Spit on it." he commands, and you happily spit on his cock. "That's a good girl — kitten lick it. Yeah, just like that." he groans and tenses his abs. "Now open wide."

© arminsumi

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[somepsychopomp]

Not an ask but I absolutely adore your Vampire au! After the whole ep with The Star, I was just constantly imagining of a scenario where Simon is alive and well, and joins the VK's court alongside Marcy.

I was waiting for someone to make a fic about that or just an au in general (I'm not the best at writing but I do consume a lot of fics lol), and then I stumbled on your blog and I found exactly what i've been looking for!!!

I just rlly like all the little tidbits you shared already, so I made some fanart for it, if you don't mind. It's mostly just V!Simon though :>

FANTASTIC OMG IM ACTUALLY DYING TY TY TY ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love all the outfits you made for him, I feel like they'd go really well with the ones we see Star!Marcy wearing! My favorite has to be the red one, its so regal and beautiful especially with those gloves and those ruffled cravat/sleeves/coat!

(That middle look in the second pic looks more like a survival outfit, me thinks Simon might don it during an escape attempt from the hive or maybe in the rare times he's out doing work for the king)

I also love the big fluffy braid but his BUN tho 🙏🏻. I've seen pics of Simon in the AT comics with his hair up but him w/ that & the white hair is just something else, its sooo good

I also really like his half moon glasses, a small shake up from his ordinary round ones. Its such a small difference but I really like the way they look on him!

Thank u so much for sharing your art!!

[sysig]

Fancy fluff and fuzz (Patreon)

[darlingbabyboo]

The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent

Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)

Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you

Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤

Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.

Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.

Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.

Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.

You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆

Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.

Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.

Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤

Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.

You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁

Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.

Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰

If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.

Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙

Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!

Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.

You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!

Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?

All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.

Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!

Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘

Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.

Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍

Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!

[ilys00ga]

𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

★ MASTERLIST.

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”