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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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omg its the first time i got an anon emoji 😭🌹 the little rose is so cute!! i had already sent some requests before, but i'm kinda embarassed about "signing" them since they're pretty weird ones 😭 i just love weird stuff...

absolutely loved how you responded to my last one too btw! thanks for answering it!!! i felt kinda bad for Wisteria beating herself up because of their darling's fear 😭 now i'm thinking about how fae'd feel when that darling starts to warm up to her... trembling less and less when she's around... maybe even starting to seek their company by themselves... maybe even saying "i love you" to fae after their first time together (😳) omg...

Hehehehe I like the way you think, 🌹~!

Timid Darling’s First Time With Wisteria

( MDNI )

CW: smut, frotting, dom yandere

Info: fluffy smut, very cute if I may so, gender-neutral reader, more romantic than kinky but fae’s still kinda soft-domming?, no penetration

Wisteria holds you as you cuddle in her nest of a bed, your head resting on her chest and her nails scraping gently over the back of your neck and then down your back. Warmth blooms in their chest when you shiver from that feeling, nuzzling even closer against her in your sleep.

Everything is so perfect, her dream come true. Wisteria presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against the skin there when your arms tighten around her.

You’ve been so much more relaxed recently. It does Wisteria’s heart good to see you so content. It wasn’t that long ago that you shivered and teared up at the mere sight of her— but Wisteria tries not to think about that. The past is the past, and you’re happy with faer now.

The brief thought of your previous reactions evidently made her grip you a little too hard, waking you.

You yawn so cutely, faer heart feels like it’s gonna burst. “Wisteria?”

“Mm?” She rubs her cheek against the top of your head, fighting the urge to squeeze you tight like one of her plushies.

You tremble a little, avoiding her gaze.

Dread chills her bones. Surely you aren’t becoming afraid of her again…? Softly, fae asks, “Are you okay, sweet pea? Sorry for waking you… didn’t mean to startle you…”

“No, it’s just…”

You still for a moment, and then hesitantly lean in to press a kiss to their lips. Before fae can think about it, Wisteria flips the two of you over. Immediately you move to squirm out from under faer and try to cover your face, but Wisteria holds you tighter with a breathless, giddy giggle. She presses kisses all over your face, professing her love to you in between each peck.

She pauses at the look in your eye. It’s not a look she’s seen on you very often. But you look so soft, open… needy. Fae presses her lips to yours with a dreamy sigh. The kiss is soft, languid. Even so you find a small whimper bubbling up at the back of your throat when she pulls away to let you breathe.

Wisteria smiles, cupping your face in her hand, and leans in for another kiss. It starts much the same as the last, but their tongue peeks out to press against your lips. Wisteria’s heart soars, heat spreading through her whole body as you open your mouth for her with another delicious little whimper.

Wisteria is more than content to make out with you for what feels like hours. They trace your face and neck with their fingertips, down to your chest and shoulders, making you shiver beneath faer as they explore your mouth with their tongue over and over.

You can feel her pressing against you, and from the increasingly heated kisses you’re sure she can feel that you’re just as worked up. Wisteria coaxes your tongue into faer mouth, sucking on it and groaning in surprise when you roll your hips up against faer. Wisteria pulls back, and you can feel her whole body shiver at the feeling.

Wisteria kisses you more and more desperately, spreading your legs further apart to grind against you harder. Fae swallows your every whimper and moan, panting against your lips as the two of you fall apart together. Wisteria groans, resting her forehead onto your shoulder as they cum, forcing themselves to keep grinding against you to work your through the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

The two of you lay like that in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, until Wisteria regains enough wherewithal to press a kiss to your forehead and sit up to start the whole aftercare process.

She lets out a little “oof,” when you pull them back down on top of you, burying your head in faer shoulder.

“I… I think I love you,” you whisper into her collarbone.

Wisteria short-circuits, feeling her face flush and then her whole body follow suit once more. She holds you so tight, almost squeezing the air out of you, excitement thrumming across her skin and a shy, but wide grin spreading across her face. “…do you really mean it?”

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valleynix · 2 years

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I finished the chapter, you're killing me with all the fluff. I almost turned into ashes because of the overwhelming amount of warmth this whole thing was.

This is so funny to me that Reader is so afraid Dimitrescus will be scared/won't love them because of the mutation like they ain't mutated themselves like the sisters ain't a bunch of flesh eating fly mutants with a mama that can turn into a freaking dragon and they think Dimis would be scared of some wings or few additional eyes 😭

“I’m… doing just fine on my own, handling everything on my own.”

Bestie you clearly don't, be for real 😭

“You were right. I’m not her(…)"

“You are quite similar…”

AND THAT'S SUS

Bela is adorable indeed please, the transition from confident to shy blushing mess is killing me.

Daniela would have a free pass for terrorising me any time she wants.

"You think you see the flickering form of that lunatic walking in a circle around Daniela, almost watching her… curiously?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA (just a lot of screaming) IN MY HEAD THIS IS THE BEGGING OF THEM GETTING SOFT FOR DANIELA IDC

"Before you know it, her hand smacks the side of your head hard"

Deserved

I'm a mess because of the cuteness of the whole scene with Bela, Cass and Dani. How to use words???? I be just giggling.

YOU TELLING ME BELA AND CASS FINALLY HAD A DECENT CONVERSATION AND BELA IS WORRIED SHE'S A BAD SIS AND SHE... SHE, SHE COMPLIMENTED CASSANDRA'S DRAWINGS OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUUUUUUCH. IT WAS SO SWEET PLEASE BELA CAN YOU APPRECIATE YOUR SIS MORE OFTEN. I love this moment so much.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THEM GETTING THE FLOWER CROWNS AND KISSES FROM DANI AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE WHEN THEY'RE ALL SWEET AND ALL WITH EACH OTHET NIX WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME GOOD BYE

“A high concentration of virgin blood makes me a little feral, as you said, but everything else makes me drunk"

What does virgin blood mean in this tho and how is she able to tell the difference. This concept was alway so weird to me. Like is she really able to tell the difference in taste somehow? She just likes her food un-fucked by a man/in general? Why does it matter so much, what's the science behind it?😭

"These women are vile. They are nothing like the ones you know and have come to adore, and you think you’re beginning to understand why your copy doesn’t like spending much time with them"

Damn Lunatic and Reader really are living in such different environments, surrounded by much different people. And it really makes me sad for them :(

No one is giving Lunatic any love or even the simplest affection. Not without a price that is as Miranda may give them a head pat or sth but only if they earn it somehow.

The character is tragic to me, their case. Like, they probably could be so much different if only they were surrounded by people like from Reader's world :(

That's also why I want so bad for Lunatic to experience something nice and unconditional for once in their life with the fluff ball Reader's Dani is 😭

Lastly, I adore how this chapter and the whole work is so full of kisses and simple affection in general. Everyone is getting forehead kisses left and right and I live for that.

Despite the angst it's still so warm and fuzzy, please, might me my comfort fic even with all the bloody events.

I love how each pair goes their own way and has their own pace but all of them do those sweet little things and bond together and have nice intimate moments and it's not banging every five seconds.

Also the Dimitrescus and their bond honestly might be my fav part of it all😭 I adore how they'd protect each other at all cost, their little fights and all the soft moments. I love my platonic/family bonds too, I wish people would explore it more rather than write them doing all sorts of messed up stuff, can't they just let them cuddle or sth 😭

HEHEHEHE, i saw the notification pop up about this ask and just went !!!!!

*Reader: "but what if you don't love me the same if you saw my mutation? :(" // literally any of the Dimis: "...did you forget who we are-"

*Reader try not to lie challenge (impossible)

*SHE DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING BAD BY THIS I PROMISE

*Bela is literally the epitome of confidence and authority but loses it so quickly when someone is nice to her. pls i love her

*Daniela could "terrorize" me all she wants, i'd have 0 complaints

*sometimes you just need a hard lil smack to get some sense back in your head <3

*PLEASE I WAS SO WORRIED THIS SCENE WITH BELA AND CASS TALKING WAS OOC, BUT IDC IT NEEDED TO BE DONE. CASS NEEDS TO KNOW BELA LOVES HER AND IS GOING TO TRY BEING A BETTER SISTER

*also i literally debated for a while if i should even add in Dani giving them kisses on the cheek 😭 like i know this fandom gets kind of weird sometimes and i was afraid someone would take that not platonically and i'd have to throw hands, BUT I COULDNT STOP SMILING WHEN I WAS WRITING IT PLS, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

*i think virgin blood is just more "pure"? and since they feed on it often, they can tell the difference between virgin blood and non-virgin blood. i literally don't know the science behind it because virginity is like a social construct (i think?) but i assume it's something like that. i might have to go research it to be sure-

*it's been interesting to write Lunatic as this horrible, cruel person in the beginning who we assume is just Like That, only to eventually see all the little pieces that make them who they are. like, yeah, copies are horrible versions of the real ones, but it's obvious they're capable of change and only remain this way because of the environment(s) they're in

i mean, their Dimis obviously hold very little to no love for one another, and being around that dynamic alone is bound to make them a bit bitter and cruel to anyone else because they're not surrounded by any sort of love. and when they're not trapped in the megamycete, they're around Miranda, who only sees them as a tool or a pawn rather than someone who literally has thoughts and feelings

i will say that moment where they were watching Daniela + where they mentioned they'll go easy on her were changes we're starting to see in their character. they see the possibility of what they could have, what life they could live, but it'll take some time for them to understand they're allowed to have happiness

*listen i adore simple affection :'( i think it's way more interesting to write these women as people who are capable of kindness and love, but choose to be cruel and awful to anyone who isn't their family. i don't really like reading anything where they're just horrible all the time and are incapable of even being half-decent to each other

but yes, everyone gets a kiss! you get a kiss, and you get a kiss, and yes, you get a kiss!!

*i do like writing their dynamics a bit different rather than the same thing over and over- like Alcina is a bit reserved because she knows Reader is hiding something and doesn't want to get too close for the sake of her daughters, Daniela is a bit more fast-paced but still very respectful of boundaries etc., Cassandra is coming to terms with the fact she's actually falling in love for like the first time, and Bela is a bit of a mix with her being out of her depth and not knowing how to proceed sometimes but still trying her hardest to compromise <3

like, i feel it makes more sense that way? they're all different people with different personalities, so they wouldn't go about every situation the same way

(also i hate when people write them as horny 24/7- like i genuinely highly doubt sex is even on their list of priorities LMAO. Bela and Dani are probably the only ones to actively seek it out, but even then, i don't think it'd be a regular occurrence like some people think)

*i'm trying my best to not write them as super hostile with each other all the time 😭 like yeah, Bela and Cass have their moments, but it's so painfully obvious they still love each other and would do anything to keep each other safe. i wish we had more of, "yeah, these people are horrible and awful, but here's them in a cuddle pile because it's a cold night <3"

ANYWAYS AAAAA IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER, i have a plan for the next one i think you'll like (something with Red... hmm...) and i'll try to start working on it sometime this week after i get some other projects done <3333 thank you for sharing your thoughts, i literally love them so much 😭💞

#asks #to promise the moon #i have several good things planned actually #idk where to go after they happen but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it #for now im off to cut my hair and get something to eat <3 #y'all better be taking care of yourselves as well #or else

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yoichichi · 3 years

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How They Cuddle

karasuno x reader

warning(s): none ! :)

a/n: some sweet luv for the hq boys :) I’m planning on doing a part for the other fandoms I write for too - aot, bnha, & jjk - as well as the rest of the hq teams/characters - so keep an eye out if you’d like! And as always I love interacting w you guys :) feel free to leave comments/flood my inbox :D!

characters: daichi, asahi, sugawara, nishinoya, tanaka, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata, yachi, & kiyoko

Daichi

He’s a hugger for sure! If you’re on your phone, or reading, or doing anything before bed he’s snuggling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing - he’s nosey like that. Anyways, being the big spoon is a very convenient cuddling position for that, and he gets to wrap you up and hold you close <3

Through the night though he slowly scoots down off his pillow in his sleep, so when you wake up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your upper back with his arms still squeezing around your midsection so tight you know you’d have to wake him up to get him to let go 😭 he’s also for sure a light snorer, but it’s ok he makes up for it by being cute or whtv 🙄

Asahi

Another spooner! He’s not particularly bias to being the big or little spoon but he just can’t face you 😭

There’s a few reasons: 1) it makes him freak out and it’s like he can feel your eyes on him even if they’re closed. He’ll be constantly peeking one eye open to look at your face and he’s half scared he’s gonna open them and you’re gonna be staring at him like 👁👁 LMAO

2) the breath on his face tickles too much and will eventually start to irritate him and he gets pouty cause it makes it tough to sleep

And 3) what if he’s making a weird face in his sleep and you wake up to see it 😭

So spooning for the win it is

Sugawara

I don’t think he’d be a big fan of being held, it makes him feel too claustrophobic and he’d feel kinda bad moving you off of him if he had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night :( I also think he tosses n turns a bit while sleeping so holding him wouldn’t be the best option anyways, however!

He likes touching/lightly intertwining legs - one reason is because you can kind of get away with it from any angle but still find a comfortable position that suits you, the other reason is because his feet get cold in the middle of the night and this is the easiest way to steal your warmth

Nishinoya

Ok ok, so I know it’s cliche - but I do think he’s a teensy bit too excited for bedtime cuddles! Not in a restless way, he’s just too excited with the act of actually cuddling you, like every time. Day cuddles are different! When the two of you have some alone time and he’s snuggled up with you on the couch, leaving a bunch of kisses (his favorite are Eskimo kisses), periodically grabbing your face so your lips pucker and leaving a dramatic kiss there after he talks about how cute you are (“oh my god you’re so adorable I could crush you ☹️🥺”), and then squeezing you so tight sometimes your back even cracks, it’s fine! You’re not trying to sleep so it’s just sweet Noya doting on you - but you can see how this would be a problem when y’all are tryna get some shut eye 😭

Solution: back to back, but touching so you can still feel each other’s closeness <3, bonus: every time Noya becomes aware your guys’ butts are touching he giggles and wiggles a little until you remind him it’s time to sleep 😭

Tanaka

Ok but he needs to have a hand on your ass and not even in a sexual way 😪🤚🏼 he just grabs on naturally or rests his hand there and sometimes lovingly pats it when he kisses your cheek before either going back to falling asleep or being on his phone or smth :)

He also loves burying his face in your neck, it just feels so soothing to him and he also finds your smell so relaxing and makes him feel all warm inside! Like when he sees you after a long day he loves wrapping you up in a big hug and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck and burying his face there cause he just missed you sm <3

Yamaguchi

Very much like Hinata he also adores being intertwined with you!! He finds it particularly comforting with your face buried in his chest or neck while he has his legs wrapped up with yours. He thinks it’s the best position to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head (his favorite kind of sweet kiss), which he always does right before he feels himself drifting off to sleep.

He also likes rubbing your back/neck this way until you fall asleep, or while you talk about anything you wanna talk about. Waking up this way is also his favorite, and if you guys have moved in your sleep, you bet he’s pulling you back into a hug. He periodically squeezes you in his arms, leaves feather light kisses to your shoulder, runs his hands up and down your back, sure you probably won’t be asleep for much longer now with all this movement, but he just can’t help it with how sweet you look sleeping! Don’t worry though he’ll keep up the soothing while you wake up and talk about your dreams and what you want for breakfast :)!

Tsukishima

Not much of a cuddly guy throughout the day but when bedtime rolls around you bet your ass he’s expecting some kind of physical affection. His favorite is when he lays on his back with his arm out so you can nuzzle into his side, and once you’re all comfortable he wraps said arm around you to pull you in close.

Your favorite is when he runs his hand up and down your side or draws little designs with his fingers on any exposed skin. His favorite is when you bring your face up to rest in the crook of his neck or rest your head on his chest, any light kisses you leave or the breath that puffs out of you and hits his neck every now and then never fails to give him goosebumps and make him blush.

Kageyama

I don’t think he’s particularly ~stiff cuddling with you but I definitely think it’s not his forte when it comes to bed time! He just finds a comfortable spot - usually on his side or back - and that’s that! He’s found it and is gonna be out in approximately 2 minutes, but he does love feeling you in bed next to him :(

A good compromise he’s decided is reaching his hand out next to him him so he can hold onto your hand while he sleeps, or being the little spoon! It actually feels super comforting to him to feel you all cuddled up to his back and keeping him warm no matter if you’re bigger or smaller than him <3 he also loves the way he has to pry your arms off of him when he has to get up in those early mornings, or the way he feels your face squish up against his back sometimes, he just loves you.

Hinata

He definitely gets hot in his sleep but he love love loves cuddling with you, so you’ll always start off wrapped up in each other somehow. Usually face to face with your legs intertwined cause he thinks talking to each other about any and everything is a good way to wind down before bed - and I mean anything. Sometimes it’s just him asking you odd questions he’s been thinking about recently before one of you remembers you can google it

But no matter how you two fall asleep at first, you always wake up clinging onto his sprawled out body (probably because he’s kicked the blanket onto the floor and you got chilly in your sleep) or far away from him with all the blanket to yourself as he peacefully snores beside you <3

Yachi

Play with her hair and she’s KNOCKED 100%! She also loves either holding you or being held, but there’s got to be SOME kind of holding going on for her heart to feel full <333

She’s also the queen of surprise hugs from behind once you’ve been together for a fair bit and she feels more comfy being publicly affectionate with you! And if you do the same to her it never fails to make her smile or cover her face cause she’s blushing from surprise

“(Y/n)!! You startled me!” And now you have a very excited & giggly gf 😽😽

Kiyoko

I personally see her as a pretty religious back sleeper so the most ideal position is you in her side or you laying between her legs while she holds you and your head is resting on her chest. PERSONALLY she prefers the second one but she leaves it up to you <3

She just thinks it’s most ideal how she could reach down and trace her fingers lightly on the side of your face; or play with your hair if she’s able to; or rub your neck, back, and shoulders to ease any stress from your day. She’s a big giver of private affection and thinks it’s so cute when you’re so tuckered out you she wakes up with a little drool on her shirt. Not to mention your weight and warmth is super comforting to her ! And even if she wouldn’t admit it, she likes being able to use not wanting to move and wake you as an excuse to get 5 more minutes of you cuddling with her.

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Ahhhh hehehehe I hope you like and comments and all that jazz are always appreciated!! Big smooches :)

taglist: @plutowrites @sweet-darling91

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moonlit-han · 4 years

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stray kids reacting to you having bad cramps ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: discussion of menstrual cramps, pain, etc., swearing request: yes (anon)

a/n: hey, anon~ sorry this took me so long to write for you;;;; I decided to try a new style—it was nice to write this because I got to imagine how I’d like to be taken care of. (wow, can you tell I could use some cuddles right now?) I hope this is comforting to you! stay cozy✨

✧ masterlist in bio ✧

bang chan

bad cramps are a normal thing for you

and chan knows this all too well

but sometimes just explaining something doesn’t do it justice

your cramps are so bad that, a lot of the time, you can’t even get out of bed

bad enough that you can’t even scream

chan probably wouldn’t show his concern too much because he doesn’t want to worry you

he would be really concerned the first time you had horrible cramps around him, though

he’d slept over after a movie night and woke up to you curled around a pillow, whimpering

the first thought he’d had was that you were having a nightmare

and so he just gently rubbed your back a little to calm you

but you’d kept whimpering and occasionally curled more closely around the pillow

aaaand you’d finally managed to explain that you were having cramps

and couldn’t exactly move…

chan had quickly drawn a bath for you

(and added a rubber ducky just because he could aljhadfjlkshfjkh)

you’d kinda squeaked when he picked you up, not expecting to be lifted bodily out of your blankets

chan would just kiss the top of your head as he carries you to the bathroom and then gently help you out of your pajamas

the bath would be extremely hot but that was perfect (♡‿♡)

hhhhhh and he’d even add rose bath soap to the water since it was your favorite

(you’d end up with a tiara of bubbles on your head heheheh)

chan would wash your hair and rub your back, massaging your sore muscles

even though the pain is only in your low back and abdomen, you still manage to hold tension in the rest of your body

and then he’d join you in the shower to help you rinse off

he’d hold you because the pain is just so bad and you can barely stand

and if you needed more than just a massage, he’d be happy to oblige

sometimes the release of pleasure helps ease the pain, too

chan just wants you to feel good and to be relaxed

after helping you dry off, chan would bundle you into warm clothes

it was always important, you’d said before, to stay warm

he’d even brush and braid your hair (if you have long hair, that is)

the little tingles that shoot through your scalp when he plays with your hair feel amazing

chan would kiss your cheek and your neck as he works his fingers through your hair

he insisted that you needed to stay hydrated, sometimes having to cajole you into drinking water because you could barely move

he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

he’d make a blanket nest for you

he’d even put a heating pad or hot water bottle in there for you

pain meds and water would be close at hand

and whatever food you were craving

and he’d be extra affectionate

so many hugs and cuddles

just hugs all day long

maybe it’s just because you’re in pain

but chan’s hugs when you’re having horrible cramps are somehow different from his usual ones??

like he just envelopes you even more than usual and doesn’t let go

you’d just burrow into his arms even further

he’d give you one of his wonderfully big and comfy sweatshirts to wear

it smells like the soap he uses and just his general chan-ness

in other words, the best smell e v e r ㅠ_ㅠ ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

and just having him there with you would make everything better

lee minho

he would also be really loving and caring

and totally calm, not at all surprised

he’s just so even-keeled, you know?

would probably insist that doongie, soonie, and dori sleep with you

minho: “cats are totally medicine! their purring will help!”

they’re super snuggly anyway and just hunker down next to you

and minho is just a fourth cat, honestly

he kinda just curls up with you, massaging your low back if you have cramps that ache there

or just resting a warm hand on your belly to help soothe the pain

he’d get you a fluffy blanket and some orange juice (for the vitamin c to help your muscles relax and to reduce the inflammation!)

and definitely a heating pad or a hot water bottle

if you have two hot water bottles, he’d make a sandwich out of you and the water bottles

(so he could eat you up later ;) )

minho would insist that you take naps, holding you to his chest so you’d fall asleep more easily

he’d also queue up episodes of a show or several movies for the two of you to watch if you were home for the day

if you were at work and had super bad cramps, minho would bring you whatever food or pain meds or anything you’d need

he’s the kind of person who would just drop everything to take care of you, you know? (((we know, lee know alfkjafkjshjhk i’m so sorry i had to)))

he’s just a little ball of love and would want you to feel better

he’d kinda rock you back and forth in his arms if you have a particularly bad spasm of pain

like chan, minho would also get you into the shower to help you feel better

he’d have to convince you to even get out of bed, tho...

“come on, y/n. you’ll feel better if you take a shower. i promise”

“hhhhhhh i don’t wanna get up”

“y/n…..”

“mmph”

*minho grabbing your hands and tugging* “sweetheart, please.” *tug* "UGH why do you have to act like dead weight now of all times. geez, y/n.”

“...........”

*tugging intensifies* “get! up! i’ll drag you into the shower, you dork. you know i will”

“fiiiiiiiiiine”

he’d still have to pretty much drag you to the bathroom

AJDFHKGDJFGK

minho gently stripping you out of your clothes would kinda be like trying to dress a baby, since you wouldn’t want to move

he’d just hold you in there, rubbing soap over your body and shampoo through your hair

the hot water and minho holding you, honestly, works as well as any pain med

thank goodness ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

and at any time whatsoever, minho’s gentle smile would just make your day so much better

and you know he’d pepper you with kisses all over

(i mean all over)

bc it just always make you feel the most contented ever hhhhhh

and you deserve to not be thinking about pain

bc pain fucking sucks;;;;

and he’d just tell you how much he loves you so much you don’t even know how to respond

and it kinda makes you wanna cry

but from happiness

alkfjhskjhsklhjs

VERY SOFT

seo changbin

changbin would be pretty calm and would know exactly what to do

just matter-of-fact about taking care of you

you’d told him you get really bad cramps before

but the first time you had really bad cramps around him, he was a little freaked out

he hadn’t realized that period cramps could be that bad

you’d come home and pretty much collapsed on the couch

he’d thought you were just tired

but when you let out a strangled scream, changbin was;;;; um;;; a bit worried

okay not just worried

c o n c e r n e d (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

maybe even a little scared??

he didn’t want to let on that he was worried about you

hearing you kinda just whimpering and crying out in pain tore at his heart

changbin would give you all the stuffed animals you have

(gyu would also make an appearance)

just pile them up around you “for emotional support”

and then he’d wrap his arms and legs around you to cuddle you close

definitely your basic case of:

“binnie please let go”

“no”

“binnie i can’t breathe…”

“oh,,,” *loosens hold slightly*

akjfhgaljkhajkhg

he’s literally just a cuddle bug hhhhhhhh

and I MEAN

THE BIGGEST CUDDLE BUG EVER

OH MY GODS

he’d rub your belly or your back, depending on where it hurt

and just want to make everything better

changbin would be the one to give you a full body massage if your cramps are bad

he’d insist on doing it, actually

even if you’re whiny and complain, he knows that once you’re relaxed you’ll feel a million times better

he’d concentrate on your low back, pressing his wonderfully warm hands into your muscles

and slowly but surely you’d feel the pain and tension release

hhhhhh he’s probably really good at giving massages ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

ALSO!!! can you just imagine how warm binnie would be cuddling?

HHHHHHHH

you wouldn’t even need a heating pad

he’s all the warmth and comfort you’ll ever need

aldfjkahjlskhsl (♡‿♡)

and his muscles would be the comfiest

they’re all so big but would be so squishy when at rest

hhhhhh just imagine it

laying your head on his chest with his arms around you

the softest oh my god

changbin is so kind and gentle that he’d just want to make sure you’re okay and be really soft

HHHHHHHHHHH

once you were feeling a bit better, he’d probably tickle you a little

just so you’d release your tension

what a cute goofball

UGH HE’S JUST SO SOFT

he’d sing you to sleep while threading his fingers through your hair

and his low raspy voice would be so calming and lovely

binnie’s go-to medicine is just literally just all the cuddles ever ((well, and pain meds, etc., of course, bc cramps are horrible and evil))

hwang hyunjin

this boy would be just a little panicky

ya know, jUst A litTtLE

you’d suddenly doubled over while you were out shopping

for matching couple sweaters

(you know, the horrible kind that could only be worn ironically or by people so pretentious that they don’t know the meaning of irony)

and hyunjin is all

“OH MY GOD Y/N (＠_＠) (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

BABE

ARE YOU OKAY

HHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU NEED

WHAT CAN I DO;;;;;;;;;”

he’d kinda flutter around you like a moth

all worried eyes and nervous energy

he really wouldn’t know what to do

bc FUCK???!!

CRAMPS??!!!! ┗(｀ﾟДﾟ´)┛ﾟ

not his forte

“i just need to go home, jinnie. i’ll be fine”

((yeah... lie thru your teeth y/n;;;; ))

he’s still panicky as fuck

when you get home you kinda just collapse on the bed

hyunjin’s all “OOOOH CUDDLE TIME YES”

which was okay for like 2 mins until a g o n y

“jinnie, i need pain meds. NOW” (x﹏x);;;;;

hyunjin would bound off the bed all “I got this, babe!

and then realize that he had no idea where you kept the pain meds strong enough to deal with menstrual cramps

“uuuuh where are they . . .” (⌒_⌒;)

*y/n flailing in the general direction of the medicine cabinet*

so once he found them, he’d get you a glass of water and help you sit up to take the meds

all better?

NOPE

you’d need a hot water bottle and blankets

oh and chocolate. lots of chocolate

hyunjin would be so damn determined to make you feel better

to do anything he could bc you seemed in so!! much!!! pain!!!!

ten minutes later you’d find yourself practically swaddled in blankets on the couch with Hyunjin curled around you like a fucking squirrel or something

just let him take care of you

he’s doing his best;;;

he’d want to make you all the food you’d ever want

but would keep getting distracted

bc all he wants to do is just kiss you a bunch

and tell you how cute you are

bc, let’s face it, y/n, you’re pretty cute aldsjfhgsjfkhalhg

even though he isn’t sure what to do at first, hyunjin is actually quite good at taking care of you

if you’re at his place, you’d definitely end up with kkami on your lap

bc why wouldn’t you want a sweet pup giving you all the love when you’re in pain?!!

hhhh so sweet

han jisung

oh jisung, my sweet precious squirrel boy

jisung would probably be a lot like hyunjin alfjahkjdfh

kinda panicky bc he doesn’t know what to do

really surprised that someone could have cramps that bad

it’s clear to him that, while he’s felt pain before, it was nothing like what you’re dealing with

how the hell do you do this every. single. month.

keeps telling you you’re badass

but,,,,, um;;;;;

Y I K E S

*queue fluttering, panicky hands*

“hhhhhh baby what can i do;;;;;”

y/n: *indistinct pain noises* “i’m fine”

“yoU’rE NOt fiNe!!!”

“ji really it’s okay. i’m used to this”

(you say as you’re curled on the couch, clutching just below your belly with a look of concentrated pain on your face)

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he’d end up bring you soup and some water

bc soup helps everything, right?

and all the pain meds he could get his hands on

there would be like 10 random bottles of every kind of pain relieving medicine tumbling out of his arms

“i didn’t know what would work;;;;;”

he’s just a sweet lad

what else was he supposed to do?

you’d manage a weak smile before another stab of pain would decide to hurtle through you like a fucking bullet train

at this point, jisung would definitely be feeling sympathetic pain

(not fun;;; )

he’d help you sit up and take the meds

then c u d d l e s

literally just all the cuddles in the world

jisung would hold you tightly, arms and legs wrapped around you, stroking your hair to get you to fall asleep

not that you’d be having any trouble with that, since you would be snuggled by

The Master of Spooning™ himself

even though he’s comforting you and helping, jisung can’t help but be glad that he gets to cuddle you for a long time

and when you felt angry at your body for giving you such horrible pain he’d hold you even tighter

then find some way to make you laugh

laughter is very important in jisung’s world (and, therefore, your world)

and you do find that it takes your mind off the pain, if only a bit

it’s almost like clockwork when you get bad cramps

same time of the month, same kind of pain

(you’ve definitely cursed every single god you can think of for this)

so he knows in the small, secret recesses of his mind, that he’ll get to cuddle the heck out of you at those times

he’d just smother you with kisses to wake you up to make sure you’d take more pain meds

okay;;; he’d smother you with kisses all day, too

and, like a cat kneading, he’d massage your belly and back to relax your muscles

you’d felt a little better after that

resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat would be incredibly calming

by the end of the day, jisung would just hold you on top of him

like you’re a little otter and he doesn’t want to lose you

alkjfghakjlfhahjfgaklhga (●´ω｀●)

lee felix

felix would be amazingly casual about the whole thing and just ready to go

like;;; this boy would just immediately pick you up, kiss your forehead, and carry you to bed

need pain meds?

he’s already put them in the drawer of your bedside table as soon as you’d started your period

need a heating pad?

he’s got like five—all different shapes, sizes, whatever you need

(you’re not quite sure where or when he gets all this stuff, but you’re not complaining)

all he’d want is to just cuddle you

he’d turn those big, soulful eyes on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen

((which you are (≧◡≦) ))

and even if you’re curled on the bed in mildly stinky pajamas

he’d still just curl up with you and try to make everything okay

felix would just ramble on about anything and everything to try to distract you

yes, you’d probably be witness to Felix’s Interpretive Dance Time

.....whether you wanted to or not

(you secretly like it when he’s that silly alkfsjhajkfh)

and, of course, felix would make you breakfast (even if it wasn’t morning)

an absolutely delicious meal of all your favorite foods, even if they’re not normal breakfast food

((but honestly, what even is normal breakfast food??? just eat what’s yummy!))

since he’s been practicing baked goods, he’d also make you a lil cake just to cheer you up

and would try to ice it, which would come out really cute

he’d put “to my smol bean: UR CUTE ILY”

bc we all know felix is a cute dork who’d totally put something like that on a cake

hhhhhhhhhh

would probably call chan or changbin just to make sure he’s not forgetting anything for taking care of you

he wouldn’t forget anything for you, anyway, bc he’s just that committed to making you feel better

oh and you’d definitely watch like 15 children’s movies in a row (okay maybe not in a row, but still)

bc what’s better than laughing at the antics of various animated characters?!

and singing along to the songs would be really fun and take your mind off the pain

it would make you breathe properly and relax!

yay!!!

felix would probably act out some of the scenes to his favorite movies beside the screen just so you could check his accuracy

AALKJFHGAJFH

and if all you wanted to do is sleep, felix would curl up with you on the bed or couch

and run his fingers through your hair and down your back to soothe you

and give you smol sweet kisses before falling asleep

kim seungmin

seungmin is also quite practical

when you told him that you get excruciating cramps, he immediately went and researched everything about menstrual cramps

potential causes for especially bad cramps

what to do for someone who’s having bad cramps

what not to do when someone’s having bad cramps

and he’d immediately gone out and bought what seemed like a year’s supply of pain meds, chocolate, three heating pads, and three hot water bottles, as well as extra pads and tampons

so the first time you were together and you kinda just went “aaghhh” in pain, seungmin immediately ran to his closet to get All The Things

you’d given him a quizzical look when he came back into the living room

he had a bag that looked, somehow, Official

although, most of seungmin’s things look Official~

(he’s just that organized and meticulous alkjfhsjfghsh)

so when he’d opened the bag, you had to stifle a giggle

in the bag, seungmin had put everything you’d need for when you had your period

hhhhhhhh what a sweetheart (✿´ ꒳ ` )

and if you need space, he’d just be in the other room minding his own business until you demand cuddles

he’d just absentmindedly give you head pets while the two of you watch a show or something

or he’d read to you from whatever book he’d been reading

or that you’d been reading (▰˘◡˘▰)

would make you tea~

you’d probably end up cuddling his little puppy stuffed animal at some point

um;;;; seungmin’s potential fathering instincts would probably come out a little bc he just feels so much affection for you

and is just in CARING MODE

if you’re out together and you have cramps, you’d find yourself whisked back home for a day of rest

if you can’t go home, seungmin would just get you the proper pain meds and some water

he probably keeps meds for you in his wallet (´ω｀♡)

all seungmin wants is for you to not be in pain

bc it hurts his heart

he doesn’t exactly show it a bunch on the outside to other people

but he’s really caring

most of all with youuuu~~~

he wants to ki— kick whoever decided that cramps could be this bad

like what the fuck, man;;;;;

he’d be very encouraging as he talks to you, since he doesn’t want you to worry or anything

he’s knows you worry enough about why you get bad cramps

whenever the pain would get so bad that you want to cry and feel like you’re going to lose your mind, seungmin’s bright smile would bring you back to earth

he’d reassure you that everything’s okay

and kiss the top of your head as he holds you (*/ω＼)

yang jeongin

jeongin’s remedy to cramps is stuffed animals

all the stuffed animals

all of them

e v e r

you both have a propensity for stuffed animals, characters, random objects, etc.

you even have a stuffed strawberry that’s the size of your torso

so jeongin would just pile up all the stuffies and a bunch of pillows

and settle you in them

you’d feel like you were drowning in stuffed animals ajkfshgkjfhg

like felix, he’d probably secretly call chan just to check that he’s doing the right thing for you, too (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

jeongin would make you tea and bring a pot of it to your bedside table

(just herbal tea, not caffeinated bc he doesn’t want you to get dried out)

he’d bring everything you could ever want in tea:

honey, milk, lemon, sugar

the tea would be reeeeeally yummy

and the warmth would help calm your nerves that had been on high alert since the night before when the cramps had started

jeongin would curl up with you and just stroke your hair

he’d turn on a show the two of you had been watching

a comedy, of course

why would you want to watch anything else while in pain??

okay so as calm as all this seems, he’d be fucking panicked as hell inside

like how is supposed to deal with this???

welp….. might as well just pretend it’s any other day

and you just happen to need more cuddles

he finds it really cute when you are b a b y

and when you’re having horrible cramps….

yoU ARE B A B Y!!!!!!

the cutest ever

like holy shit

jeongin would be completely floored by how cute you are

you’d just kind of nuzzle into his stomach as you curl up next to him

of course, he’d also make sure you remember to take pain meds and all

sometimes he’d be a little annoying about it but not by much~

just enough to get you to WeAR sOcKs Y/N!!

he’d totally be the one to kinda pounce on you and carry you outside to sit on the lawn

not one but two blankets would cushion you from the grass and any bugs~

he’d probably bring all the stuffed animals he’d piled on you earlier outside

“they’ll get lonely!!”

…….right

definitely not an excuse to throw the radish plushies he got you at your head…..

((you’d get him back, though, with a few well-aimed charizards or something))

but if you needed him to be serious, he would be

bc, really, he cares about you so much he feels like his heart’s gonna burst (*♡∀♡)

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Elle’s Commissions - AOT matchup!! SFW

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a/n: hello again sweet girl!! Like before, thank you again for sending in a second commission! I hope this is just as, if not more, enjoyable than the first one - sending you much love :3!!

For Attack On Titan, I match you with…

Armin Arlert!!

Relationship HC’s:

Oh goodness need I say moreeeee hehehehe

This one came so easy to me! You guys are like a match made in heaven!

Not only is he of course patient, kind, caring, understanding (and loves reading!!), but he’s so devoted and protective

When it comes to you, there’s nothing he’d be more scared of losing - he’d go to the ends of the Earth if you so much as mentioned it

He’s a very devoted lover, not only emotionally and romantically, but the type to take the time to learn about things you’re interested in so he can talk with you about them - and just be able to listen better!!

He’s also extremely accommodating of your medical needs, on your worst days he’s by your side when he can be, helping you through the highs and lows

His favorite pastime with you is reading side by side

He’s comfortable with the silence that falls between the both of you and finds comfort in the way you pause on your page every once in a while to tell him about the latest development in your book before going back to reading, enthralled as ever

He especially loves when you rest in his arms, reading the pages of a shared book together, fiddling the hems of his sleeves or dancing your fingertips along his forearm. And don’t worry, he’ll close the book when you inevitably fall asleep in his grasp. Gently lifting and carrying you to your shared bed, kissing you gently on your face as your stir in your sleep to get comfortable

As you get more comfortable with him farther along in your relationship, he loves when you let him carry you around your home hehehe

Specifically so, he adores when you get sleepy and he moves you from your study to bed, not only does it let him dote on you - but it makes pride bubble up in his chest at the thought of being able to take care of you

Also, he love love loves kissing your freckles, those intimate moments basking in each others warmth at night, he’ll kiss any he sees and giggles as you nuzzle into his chest and try to swat him away

He often finds himself pondering simply at the thought of ~you :( he’s forever enamored with your person and just the thought of you makes his heart go !!!

Holding his hand while he works is the easiest way to not only give him butterflies, but get him to finish faster because gosh! He needs to hold you, not just your hand, but he can’t do that if he’s busy of course

He has a habit of overworking himself sometimes but once you’re apart of his life he gets better at managing that, especially because you have a habit of pulling him away when it’s become too much

It’s such a love fest between you two it’s unrealllll, both of you have so so so much love to give that it never leaves either of you unsatisfied (a match made in heaven if you ask me)

Also, apparently I really like matching you with scorpio’s LOL

Your guys’ curious nature is PERFECT for one another! I know I mentioned it previously about reading books together and stuff but I think it’ll be extra nice for you guys cause you’ll be genuinely interested in what the other has to say, which is the best feeling ever

He love love lovessss cuddling with you when he has the chance, his love language is definitely quality time so having you close enough to him to give you physical touch while he also does what he’s doing is like a dream come true

You’re his angel and he’d have it no other way <3

Now, for your story…

How you meet…

There’s nothing Armin doesn’t know or hear about amongst his comrades; so when word travels of a nurturing other aiding in the aftermath of the rumble, his interest is piqued. Besides, maybe he’s due for a visit to share his own feelings, everyone can use a pair of ears to just listen sometimes, right? Yet somehow everyone failed to mention how entrancing you truly were. Maybe visiting more often would be a good idea…

Something’s been… off with his friends recently. Nothing he thinks he needs to be concerned about, but there’s definitely something different about them. But not in the avoidant, gloomy kind of way. It’s more so a weightless, soft spoken kind of way.

His group of diplomats has been growing, not only the peace spreaders themselves but the support as well.

That has to be it… right?

Surely, it must be the increasing support and time since the rumbling. Maybe his friends feel like they can finally breathe again.

Well, that’s what he thought at first, that was until the mention of your name.

“Seriously, Jean, I think it’d be good for you. What we went through, what we all went through, it’s… a lot. If I’m putting it simply. And I know talking about it isn’t fun, it’s tough, but I think it’d be good for you. That’s all I'm saying… Besides, when was the last time you really tried to process it all? Or even cried a little?” The sound of Connie’s voice grew louder as Armin stepped closer, closing in on the pair of them. What on Earth were they talking about?

“Sorry, Connie, but I think I’m a bit tired of crying. And trust me, I think about it enough as is.” Jean’s voice was sharp, low, strained, as if someone was gripping the vocal cords in his throat tight enough to make his skin burn.

Exasperated, Connie groans and lays a hand on his shoulder with a rough pat, opening his mouth to speak before Armin decides to interrupt the exchange.

“You okay, guys?” Armin cocks his head as he glances his head between the pair, not failing to notice the redness splotching beneath Jean's eyes and the tired, but happy smile pulling at Connie’s lips.

Before giving Jean the chance to speak, Connie dramatically clasps a hand over his mouth in protest and rambles on quickly about a lovely person in town who’s been taking in citizens and working them through their troubles from the aftermath of the rumbling. His curiosity got the better of him so he decided to make a visit himself, and god was everyone right -

“Talking about it with her actually was kinda… nice. But now I’m trying to convince Jean to take a trek down there too while we’re still here!”

The two of them drown each other out as they begin bickering amongst themselves, Armin’s own thoughts clouding his mind.

How has he only just heard about you now?

Sighing and turning on his heels, he leaves the two to hash out their differences themselves - he’ll pay you a visit himself. He should really meet the person who’s been making impacts on his friends, even with the war over, he still has the innate need to protect. He needs to know you can be trusted, or he’ll never let himself sleep at night.

You sound harmless, but one has to be sure.

The gaslights along the street come to life as he walks along the uneven cobblestone road. He shoves his hands farther into his pockets to beat the chills overcoming him from the chilling night air. The sound of children playing nearby, followed by the yells of their mother telling them to hurry inside for supper, brings a small smile to his face.

He doesn’t have much time to bask in the joy though when he realizes he’s made it to his destination.

Sighing and pulling his hand out of his coat, he reaches up a fist to wrap his knuckles gently against the heavy wooden door, but it’s opened in front of him before he has the chance.

“Get some good rest, I’ll see you next- oh! Pardon me!” A shorter, burly man bumps into Armin’s chest as he attempts to leave what Armin can only assume is your home.

Muttering his apologies, the man makes his leave with a chipper melody being whistled from him, echoing against the tall walls of the homes lining both sides of the street.

“Oh, sorry, I was just about to close my doors for the night, but do you need something?” A balmy voice brings his attention back to the entrance in front of him.

“Oh, yes, sorry I just, um…” His mind goes blank as he locks eyes with yours.

Oh.

Is this why Connie liked coming here so much? To chat it up with a beautiful lady? No, he’s sure Connie’s intentions are genuine, it’s him who’s having his thoughts spiral.

He realizes it’s been an uncomfortable amount of silence between you both as you look up at him inquisitively, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

God, what was he saying again?

Stumbling over a few um’s and ah's, you finally speak up instead.

Goodness, what’s gotten into him?

“Were you looking to reserve a time to talk? If you’d like, I can spare a few moments now.” You swallow nervously as you await his response, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hopeful for a “yes”.

Doing his best to fight back the blush blooming on his face, he nods quickly and steps forward as you welcome him into your home.

And within moments he’s already decided, he’ll definitely be back here tomorrow, too.

Your first date…

Privacy and free time can be hard to come by for a global diplomat, but when you actually say yes - he’ll do anything to show you a nice time. Even if that means a last minute date, hopefully you’ll still be impressed enough to say yes for a second chance.

“Yes.”

Oh.

Oh my god, you actually said yes.

Well, he hadn’t thought about it this far - he’d been too preoccupied wondering about what he’d do when you said no - not if you said no.

Running through his mind quickly, he realizes there won’t be a good time for at least another three weeks for a proper date. You’re booked full of people looking forward to seeing you, and of course he’s busy himself with meeting upon meetings. There’s simply no time - well, except for right now…

And that exact thought is how you’ve ended up here - standing in the entryway of Armin’s study as he haphazardly moves items off his desk to stack them on the ground, only to nearly trip over them as he stumbles back over to you.

“Uh… there! We can sit and eat there! A date!” Slightly out of breath, he rests his hands on his hips and gives you a comically large smile, suddenly very self conscious about the state of his office.

His bookshelves are stocked so full he has a small stack resting next to his chair, a few unfinished books open and resting at his bedside. Not to mention the slew of papers that was previously scattered across his desktop. Well, at least his bed was made.

Giggling to yourself, you take note of the cover of one of his previously opened books.

“Oh! I love that novel - I hope you didn’t lose your place. You looked like you might’ve been pretty far into it.” Sheepishly, you pick up the book and rotate it in your hands, running your fingers along the worn and creased spine.

“Uh, I’ve actually read it more than once, so, it’s no worries at all.” He smiles bashfully at you as you turn around and give him a smile of your own.

Slowly but surely, his body loses the tension and the weight that was previously sitting on his shoulders. The conversation begins to flow mindlessly between you both, and eventually he finds himself showing you his collection and rambling on before stopping himself a mere two hours later.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry I’ve kept you this long. I’m sure you’re tired from work as well. I hope this date didn’t give you a wrong first impression of me. I swear I’m a lot more… organized than this.” Your melodic laugh stops him from staring at his hands as he speaks, changing his gaze to land on you instead, laughing along for a brief moment before continuing.

“If you’d be so kind as to give me a second chance, I’d love to take you out again, on another date that is.” His mouth feels dry as he waits for your answer.

“I’d love that, actually. A second date with you gives me something to look forward to.”

He swears he could drop to his knees right there and thank any and every god that might’ve had part in your gracious answer.

He lets the large smile he’d been trying to keep at bay all night spread shamelessly across his face, closing the book he’d been gushing to you about gently.

“Also, Armin,” the sound of his name falling from your lips sends what feels like electricity to shoot through his body, “there’s no need to ask for a ‘second chance’. I had an amazing time talking with you tonight.”

His eyes flicker between yours as he marvels at the depths of sincerity he finds there. It’s no surprise that his heart melts at your genuine smile either.

“Well, that makes me happy to hear. Here, let me see you out. I can also walk you home if you want, it is my fault you’ll be walking home in the dark after all.”

Not wanting to be a bother, but also not wanting to turn down an offer to get the chance to see him longer, you pause as you think.

“Well…” You open and close your mouth as you try to make a decision quickly, but it seems Armin’s already made one for you as he swings his coat on and holds your own open behind you for your arms to slip into.

“It’s the least I could do, besides I like walks in the moonlight.”

Agreeing demurely, you slip into your coat and let Armin take you by the hand as you begin your walk home.

It passes by all too quickly as you spend the time talking about any and everything that comes to mind. You find it easy to indulge him and answer his curious questions, asking ones of your own that are equally so. But before you know it, you’re standing at the steps of your front door.

“Thank you again, I had the loveliest time.” He smiles down at you as he speaks, smiling wider when he sees your own reserved smile blossom on your face.

Giving your goodbyes, he makes sure to wait until you’re safe inside your home to start his trek home. And of course, he has the goofiest smile on his face the whole time.

Not even Connie’s pestering questions and slightly obnoxious claims he’s met with the moment he steps foot inside can make his smile falter.

When he arrives back at his bedroom, he doesn't bother to pick up the books you’d opened and looked through with him that are resting on his desk. Instead, he flops onto his bed with a sigh and a painfully large smile, leaving them to rest where they sit. He’ll bookmark them tomorrow he thinks, that way you can presume your conversation where you last left off on your second date.

He smiles.

A second date.

Your first kiss…

Armin’s never been one to act irrationally, even on impulse his decisions have been made of a sound mind. So seeing you look the way you do, talk the way you do, move the way you do, it only made sense for him to lean in for a kiss. Thankfully, you didn’t mind being interrupted. Besides, he’d give you all the time in the world to hear you talk more later.

Weekly “meetings”, as he likes to call them, between you two slowly become the norm the longer you begin to spend time together. (He liked calling them meetings, this way he had an excuse to write it into his calendar and tell everyone, sorry, he’s busy with a very important meeting tomorrow - it’ll have to wait!)

A more appropriate name, he thinks, could be “book club dates”, or something along those lines. The pair of you had been trading books every time you see each other and reading them in the space between your next date, talking into the early hours of the morning about the contents and your lives for the past week.

It was lovely, and over the course of these past few months, he’d grown quite the connection with you. But these past few visits, he’s been… distracted to say the least.

More often than not, he’s been finding his mind drifting as you speak, focusing on the inflection of your voice rather than the words. Focusing on the curvature of your cheeks, the cupids bow of your lip, the way they look so soft as you speak, the creases that form on your face as you smile fondly at the mention of a particularly enjoyable moment you read. And now, he’s found himself in the same position.

Except it’s worse.

He almost doesn’t even hear your voice as he stares at you. He’s too busy focused on the shadows the dim candlelight is casting across your face, enamored with the way the licks of flame only highlight the freckles on your skin sometimes.

It’s almost sickening, how ethereal you look tonight. What’s more sickening, is the way the moonlight peeking through the window beside you highlights your profile. It casts an unearthly glow across your skin to compliment the orangey hue flickering in the room.

The moon must be in love with you, he thinks, with the way it wraps you up in its light and seems to accentuate your form as a whole.

And as if he was possessed by the moon himself, he can’t muster the strength to stop his hands as they reach forward to cup your face, making you stop mid sentence at the sudden action, your words falling into a silence.

His lips are on yours in an instant, the soft tenderness of them moving against you making you succumb to him within seconds.

The kiss only lasts a brief moment, but it’s enough to leave both of you breathless, feeling like you had just kissed for an eternity.

You breathe in time, simultaneously taking a shaky breath before Armin lets out a nearly silent chuckle.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” His lips are still shiny with saliva, glistening in the light, brushing and sticking against yours as he whispers.

You find yourself reeling at the sensation, no longer able to remember as your stomach flips at the sound of his voice.

“I, um, don’t remember.”

Was it really all that important anymore?

“Ah, I see.”

The silence is comforting as he takes you in once more before speaking again, this time even softer (if that was possible).

“Can I kiss you again? Please?“

You can barely nod before he’s leaning in again, his nose bumping against yours as he chuckles softly into your mouth.

Silently, he thanks the moon for giving him the courage to do what he’d been longing to do for months now.

And as if it was saying you’re welcome, it seemed to shine even brighter as you smiled against his lips.

When he knew you were the one…

“Love at first sight” sounds too cliche, but if anyone were to convince him it were real it’d be you. He thinks back to the first time he laid eyes on you, and the way you rest peacefully in his arms now, and decides that maybe the universe has repaid him for all the hurt and despair he’s been through in his life. If it meant bringing you to him, like this, it makes it all the more worth it.

You groan in your sleep at the feeling of Armin moving in your grasp, sitting up to pour himself a glass of water from the decanter at his bedside. Shushing your whines softly, placing a quick kiss on your forehead as he whispers he’ll be right back, he pulls the covers away and tucks them tighter around you.

He does his best to keep his footsteps light as he steps onto the ground, standing to stretch and yawn quietly. Usually, he’d be sound asleep right now. With you by his side, he’s only been getting restful nights of sleep since. He figures he must’ve been having some sort of dream that woke him up, although he can’t remember what it is anymore.

Sighing as he cracks his neck, he pours himself one more glass before gently placing the lid back on the glass.

A sleepy mumble from you has him turning around where he stands, looking down at you with a cautious hand outstretched to soothingly rub your cheek, making sure he hasn’t disturbed you out of your sleep. When he’s sure you’re sound asleep again, he sets his glass on the tray and slides back under the covers with you.

The warmth of your body welcomes him, and as if you were awake, you scoot closer to his chilly body and nuzzle your body into his. He smiles at the habit and wraps an arm around your torso, rubbing circles into your upper back. The other hand rests at your face, running his fingers down the curve of your nose with a feather light touch.

It’s moments like these, when you’re fast asleep and unaware, that he can watch you and truly take you in. Not just soak in your physical beauty, but the perfection of your soul as well.

It still makes him laugh, the thought of how you met. As if you could be anything but trustworthy and warm.

He thinks about the way you made his heart still at the sight of you, and then beats rapidly again at the sound of your voice as if you alone were his sole source of life, his reason for existence. And in a way, you are. He could no longer imagine a life without you by his side, and he wonders how many others often think of you and their appreciation for your existence.

You’ve touched so many lives, and he’s thankful that includes his own.

And something about that thought, the realization of how important you truly are to so many people, makes his eyes tear up and his heart swell.

Do you realize how important you are?

In that moment, he decides to make a silent promise to you that he’ll never let you forget your importance, if not the lives of everyone you’ve touched, at the very least your importance to him.

A breeze blows through the open window, fluttering the curtain back and forth as the moon peeks through, seeps of moonlight encompassing your sleeping form.

Yes, thank you, moon.

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@sweetbambi thank you once again Angel!!! Wishing you well and I hope you enjoy :)

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nafeary · 4 years

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Cuddles and Snuggles with the Ikevamp Suitors

Anon asked:

Hello 👋, can I have some really short and maybe flowery scenarios of the Ikevamp suitors cuddling? Just some cute little paragraph (that can turn smutty but doesn’t have to be) I really really like your style of writing, you see. Thank you!!!!

Heya! I love love love requests like these, they really make my day. Considering I didn’t want to give everything the same plot, I figured I’d just allow my creative freedom to run rampage.

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much, but school is keeping me pretty busy (a week of holidays are coming up tho hehehehe). This has been sitting in my WIPs for an eternity, and I finished the last five bois today (it’s Sunday/Monday midnight by the time I’m scheduling this YEET).

I hope you’ll all manage to find some comfort in this, and I hope you’ll all enjoy (and remember to drink water~)

Also, I don’t care what Cybird says; Theo is 186cm and I do not take criticism on this.

Warnings: implied sexual intercourse (only for Leo tho), otherwise only toothrottingly sweet fluff... maybe angst, too. Blame Aki)

Napoleon Bonaparte

『laying siege to your heart』

Laughter prompted your body to tremor in delight upon seeing the form of your lover snuggling his blanket, spilling into the room in coaction with the afternoon rays streaming in buoyant ribbons. Napoleon lethargically peeked past his lashes, grinning as he grasped your hand to pull you into his awaiting arms.

Your head fit perfectly underneath his chin, your bodies an amalgamation of puzzle pieces enjoying their reunion. You allowed a few teasing quips to spill from your lips, regretting to have done so tout de suite as your body writhed beneath his butterfly kisses tickling your nape. The most darling sounding giggles encompasses your ears, eliciting some of your own as you tried your best to escape his tight embrace.

Eventually, he stilled, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and holding you for what felt like an entire eternity—no ounce of egomania weighed upon you, the fierceness of it brought forth by his sheer adoration for yourself. And even if he were to lay siege for an eternity, you couldn’t see yourself caring if you were pledged with no disparate treatment.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

『moonlight tryst』

If there was one thing you’ve come to cherish, it would be the time of the moon, when it reigned the sky in its eerie glory. You’ve never been able to see the stars’ purity, constellations clearer than ever before. Perchance, the appreciation stemmed from the company the firmament would gift you with, when the other half of your bed was frozen and weeping alongside you in abandonment. Yet, as you mused your loneliness, approaching echoes of heels hitting the tiled floor incited your gaze to leave the stars, instead turning to embrace the sight of your lover coming to join you to your tryst.

Stars melted into fervid streams of gems, pouring upon Wolf’s skin, hair, and eyes, aiding his appearance to leave you blinded beneath its ethereal irradiance. You picked up a ribbon le Comte had gifted you long ago, jesting the embroidered amethysts would gracefully accompany the composer’s own set of eyes; but the juxtaposition left you disenchanted at the blunt and transparent crystals, opting to tie his alabaster strands with it, shivering slightly as you parted a curtain over his nape.

He enfolded your hands with his, hastily trying to get it off. However, his lips were quickly claimed by his muse, pouring every emotion and feeling you could gather into it. You were glad for the minuscule distraction, even more so as his arms fell limp, succumbing to your passion—nay, not without teasing remarks, leaving your pounding heart at the wolf’s mercy, and carrying your cries into the night in concordance with the owls’ song.

Leonardo da Vinci

『the gift of light』

At times, your relationship felt like stumbling through an obsidian forest, the only object not the plunged into abyssal realms a map to show you the right path. The map knew everything, could achieve anything, would create the unimaginable, while you were left impotently relying one its guidance.

Leonardo was aware of these clouds obscuring your emotions, hindering your felicity, and he was unsure whether he should act upon it. Perchance, it would leave you in deeper misery, but he’d take the chance to undress the light in your eyes.

You essentially knew that that was what a relationship with Leonardo da Vinci would result in; after all, no one could possibly match his genius. Natheless, the string pinioning your souls was stubborn, and it would be near impossible for anything to deter you from this love.

As you straddled him, panting in exhaustion with sweat glistening like deep sea pearls across your bodies, he slid his hands past your ears, tugging on the ribbon keeping your hair up. They ran past your bare shoulders, a cascade of bougainvillea shadowing the outside world from seeing your lover’s flushed expression. With his hands still resting on your cheeks, he pulled you toward himself, capturing your lips with raw ardour. A gossamer simper slumbered onto his face just as the sun announced the arrival of dayspring, enkindling the forest in the light of dawn.

Arthur Conan Doyle

『cosy and secluded dancing』

A myriad of candles appeared to dance within the salon, frolicking in the gentle zephyrs through the opened window. The lovers exuded the impression of pure serenity, swaying in each other’s clutches in synchronisation with the flames.

A saxophone urged your feet to tap along the tiled floor, the beat accompanying the agute anecdotes Arthur shared with you. A simper blossomed on your face as the topic of them always managed to include yourself in some way or another; you’d taken notice of this the further you relationship wrote itself. And just like his words filled the paper with ease under the influence of his fountain of delight, so did the words pertaining to your mutual ardour.

As you allowed your lips to meet his nose, perplexity pulled your brows into a furrow—how anyone could just accept all the malicious comments of “mongrel”, “bastard”, and other vile slurs without retaliating in defense was beyond you, especially when a simple action like yours dissolved him into a fumbling mess, his footing faltering to and fro akin to the rustling branches outside. It was nothing but a mystery, but he was your mystery. And you had more than enough time to solve him, buoyantly filling the paper with breathings of your love along the way.

Vincent Van Gogh

『picnic in a flower meadow』

There was nothing but warmth—the ground, the breeze, the sun’s ever so gentle embrace on this bright autumn’s day, creating an atmosphere of absolute serenity.

However, the sun wasn’t the only one to embrace you. You felt your lover’s breathing gently caressing your face, his heartbeat beneath your head the sole sound next to the sunflowers’ ever so tranquil rustling.

Another breeze ruffled his flaxen tufts of hair, eliciting the tiniest of giggles as they brushed against his nose. As his hands rose up to brush your hair, he gifted to with the most brilliant grin, the epitome of an angel walking amongst mortals.

It made you nuzzle closer into his chest, inhaling the wonted scent of paint and dried sunflowers. Opting to enjoy these last moments of your picnic with the artist, your eyes fluttered close to the most ethereal sight on earth.

Theodorus Van Gogh

『unfeigned aftermath of a fight』

Ire was not strange to him, acquaintances till death, for sure. Nevertheless, these kind of manners didn’t appeal to him, but charading as the scapegoat for his brother’s wealth has made him into the devil’s advocate—and old habits hardly perish.

His hands caught the last few droplets of despair running down your chin, stroking your own pair of hands as he held you from behind. A few moments prior, he had shown you his quiet, oftentimes guarded, ardour, carrying these words to your ear. It left you nearly broken, the brush having stumbled across the artwork, red marks littering the void. But as fast as the shade spread, so did the greens and blues, the yellows and whites; if someone knew how to fix these mistakes, it was Theo himself.

In favour of his height, he straightened to place his chin atop your head, allowing you to lean into him. You couldn’t even remember what miscellaneous things you’d been fighting about, rendering your throats hoarse and your hearts wound; alas, as perilous as his clamours were, he never failed to apologise, whispering adorations as sweet as the saccharine treats he enjoyed.

Truly, as painful as some words could be, he always committed to proving you his worth. He just didn’t realize that that was irrelevant; after all, your devotion for him ran deeper than any slash could ever reach.

Dazai Osamu

『tranquil lazing in the garden』

Amidst the most delicate petals and the green leaves, the pond’s reflection of two twirling birds was similar to the lovers leaning against an oak, intertwined branches unable to release their hold.

You were situated between his legs, his broad chest acting as your pillow of comfort. It was a serene kind of purity, the meadow’s song—flora and fauna uniting to create a serenade of peace—coaxing your pair into a state free of despair and ire. That is, until he let his lips flutter down your exposed neck, prompting you to grip the flesh of his thighs a bit tighter.

The butterfly kisses didn’t appear to end anytime soon, not that you payed it much negative mind. A simper danced across both of your faces as a butterfly, with gossamer wings fluttering gently, landed on your lover’s finger, drawing a titter to resound throughout the garden.

He beheld your reach for the lepidopteran creature, the flaxen colours scintillant in your orbs. Perchance this little guy was an omen of genuine ebullience. However, certainty belay onto his thoughts, knowing that you were nothing but a sign of fortune, even to someone as tainted as himself.

Isaac Newton

『snuggles to chase away self doubt』

Unrelentingly, you pushed chocolate into his calloused hands, pledging that the tryto-something—“it’s tryptophan, darling”—would surely lift his solemn mood, clouds of doubt and pressure weighing upon him. He’d been used to the wallowing forlorn, solus; he’d been used to secluding himself apart from any comfort helping hands could give.

But now, now he’d been exposed to a star, more lucent than the North Star could ever dream to be, which shared its balmy rays with him, never imploring for anything in return.

As the slightly bitter treat melted in his mouth, he pulled the almost oneiric appearance of his sweetheart closer to him, your foreheads colliding together to display the sanguine shade of his fiery cheeks. Both of you chortled at his endearing ardency, finding yourself neglecting the light mound rising from the top of your head as you beheld his cherry blossom orbs.

He wasn’t a man of many words, his thoughts the stars he couldn’t fathom into constellations; and while all he could manage were the faintest pleas of gratitude, you knew that that was his crisp layer masking the dispatch of genuineness. Underneath, he was just as sweet and fulfilling as the fruit he so hastily denied. These obstinate and vexing thoughts pulled at the corners of his mouth, but you were swift in your endeavor to diminish them, letting your fingers glissade like zephyrs through the wild locks of salmon and ever so gently massaging him with their tips.

Jean d’Arc

『eskimo kisses and pep talks』

Jean oftentimes felt as if the world was weighing upon his lungs, threatening to suffocate him from the inside out. With his wings clipped and feet bound, all be could was sing in fear and cry for help, knowing he was undeserving of such feat. And yet, you were holding him closer than he’d ever been held before, kissing every scar, every painful remainder of his past, with the force of what could only be described as love.

He’d call himself vile names, thinking nothing much of it, and you’d never grasped what he meant. Moronic? His gentleness spoke of wisdom that many men could only dream of owning. Appalling? You would incessantly reassure him that his arms were your favorite place to while in, and that you wanted to feel his pulse through your veins. Ugly? His eyes met the moon and became almost prismatic as he claimed so, releasing that inhumanly beautiful hue of disenthralled, limitless amethysts, his skin reflecting the pale alabaster rays. How could a person so stunning and breathtaking be ugly? A person so kind and selfless?

Jean scoffed at your sentiment; withal, he allowed himself to succumb to his selfishness, brushing your nose with his own in an anguished assay to express his gratitude. You responded with a glee, succumbing to his endearing affection. He could only yearn for you to be able to withstand the barrel of infinity that he was bound to curse you with.

William Shakespeare

『interruptions ft puck』

You rose to the canorous breathing of your lover, nay, soulmate; that much was apparent judging by the euphoria encompassing your entire being at the sole mention of his name. It perplexed you how you were able to manage waking up to this empyrean sight without your heart granting the artist its last applause.

From his flushed checks, to his bare chest exposed to your own, to his lean arms reaching around yourself to tangle his fingers within your mane, more delicate and loving than the activities of the previous night required—you knew you were borne under a lucky star, whose only affiliation could possibly be be playwright claiming you his, cradling you with nothing but the zephyrs of a quiet twilight downpour.

You noticed a few candles he’d lit, most likely while you still rested, and they carried scents of raspberry sorbet, wafting around you in refreshing sprites. They were made my William himself, akin to the abundance of objects you’d sentimentally ramble about; and yet, he’d obstinately organise the most trivial things, no matter the obstacle of time and place.

Warmth engulfed your heart, your mind and being at how utterly cherished you were within his arms, and a few tears threatened their exeunt, but you suppressed your expression to the best of your ability, not wanting to worry him ignominiously. The fortunate appearance of your favourite character from the playwright’s own little story supported your despair de trop—even if he might not have intended to.

The little bunny hopped onto your lover’s head, staring down at you as if to mark his own territory. However, this attempt only prompted laughter to spill from your lips, and it amplified as William plucked Puck from his hair, placing him in midst of your tangled limps.

Comte de Saint-Germain

『napping in front of his fireplace』

The fireplace was ablaze, each scarlet flame radiating heat as the fumes frolicked in delight. With your legs angled to your lover’s lap and your fingers clutching his dress shirt, you were curled into the man’s side, the sofa cushioning your assay to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the snug quilt slide over your shoulders, meeting brilliant gold whose owner was busy with shielding you from the frigid cold. His hand released the fabric, instead opting to ever so carefully grasp your chin, as if frightened you were a withering rose.

Words of adoring troths danced on your lips, assuring him that you weren’t fragile, that he mustn’t fret upon your disappearance. He could only place a kiss between your brows, aware that silence weighed more than words ever could; his mirth was apparent as he pulled you closer to him, wanting nothing but to transcend time and space for his other half.

Sebastian

『oreos, milk, and ice cream』

There were certain difficulties when your heart belonged to two people, but even more so when it belonged to multiple places—or periods. Nevertheless, being employed to a time-traveling and immortal boss had its certain advantages.

You knew he longed for these items as much as you did, yet only organised them as you uttered these fantasies in a sleepy stupor. Enthusiasm spurring the atmosphere, you scooped the icy vanilla custard into crystalline bowls, improvident about the dampness coating your fingers. Before the fallen spoon could hit the ground, your lover caught it, trapping your back against his chest as he placed it back onto the counter.

His reverberating laughter prompted your own, enjoying the sensation of the flush body enbosoming your own. Arms winding across your chest, further strengthening the protective cocoon, a feather brushed your neck as he kissed with the ilk of cotton fields. You couldn’t halt the goosebumps from waltzing to the rhythm of his teasing, rather opting to stuff an Oreo past his appealing lips.

Tag list: @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

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kittyfluffies · 3 years

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Drabble: Finding out your tough boyfriend’s weakness | Gavin x Youran/MC (Mr. Love)

Author’s notes: Oof, been a very long while, has it? So much stuff to do, ended up procrastinating sometimes, school started last month, and now suffering from a cold… All of these kept me from posting for a while, but I got it now! Before we start, I would like to clarify that MC in all of my fics, tickly or not, will be named Youran, simply because I love it, okay? It fits her just fine and is a good default name for her! Um… Anyways, time for me to get to the plot…! This will also be unfinished at first, but don’t worry, I will try to finish this one day, and I will not put a deadline for myself to not stress myself out! Anyways, time for me to start! Hopefully, it’s not too OOC… Oh, and one more thing, this also contains mild but unspecified spoilers, please be warned of it...!

Plot: While doing a cuddling session, Youran accidentally discovers that Gavin is ticklish, and decided to start a tickle fight over it.

On a sunny day, Youran decided to come to her boyfriend, Gavin’s, house, it’s where they usually do things like talk about Sparky, plan some dates (and keeping Youran safe at the same time, considering he is a police officer), take care of some plants, the list can go on. Today, she just wanted Gavin’s warmth, not just from his wind, but also, from how kind he is under that cold and serious face.

Then, she knocked on his door, which Gavin, as usual, opened it. “Good afternoon, Youran, are you staying safe right now?”, said Gavin. Which, Youran responded with “Yes! Still taking your advice!”, Gavin gave off a soft smile for a moment, before going back to his usual calm expression. “That’s good, so… What do you want to do today?”. Youran really wanted some comfort, after some stress from the past few incidents, though still decided to smile, because he’s around. “I wanted to just be with you, sometimes it can be lonely without you, especially after all the times you protected me…”.

Gavin, knowing that she is honest about it, with some blush on his face, decided to let her in. His home is simple and yet neat, and while not as comfy as Kiro’s, not as refined as Victor’s, and not as calm as Lucien’s, it’s still a nice home to live in, and Youran is always happy about it. “As usual, it is looking nice! I love the fresh smell of the plants too!”, as Gavin walked in with an enthusiastic Youran.

“So, what would you like to do?”. As Gavin began to wonder what would she like to do. Youran, hungry for love today, decided to say this. “Maybe we could cuddle on the couch, I am always happy with you around, but especially if you hug me! I hope you don’t mind!”. Gavin, while blushing, decided this could work, after all, he is protective of her and doesn’t want to see her sad, so cuddling can help her feel better. There, they decided to get on the couch, with both removing their shoes, and Youran hugging him. Gavin did smile and hug back, however... What he didn’t expect was suddenly laughing during a cuddle session, much to Youran’s confusion, “Hehehehe... Pfft... Hahahaha...!”. Sure, he does smile sometimes, and tends to giggle when in a good mood at times too, but DOWNRIGHT laugh? She can expect that on Kiro, but not Gavin, as he’s usually as cool as a cucumber, even when fighting crime and protecting Youran...

“Huh? Gavin? Is something funny? Did you remember a funny memory...?”, questioned Youran, who stopped cuddling as if wondering if this was why. Gavin’s response after recovering a bit from laughing was rather unexpected. “Sorry, it’s just that you were tickling me... I am not afraid of tickling though, don’t worry.”. This would ultimately prove to be a mistake, as after Youran recovered from her shock about discovering it, she decided to say this. “So, a tough police officer like you is ticklish? This is gonna be so much fun!” “What’s fun about it, Youran? Why are you staring at me like this?” “Oh! You’ll see!”.

She pushed him down on the couch, and started tickling his stomach after pulling up his shirt. “Gahahahaha...! Whahahat are yohohohohou doing...?!”, as Gavin was not really used to laughing like this, and it’s been a while since he last laughed too. Youran was at the start having fun, she felt this was a sight to behold as he’s not often like this, and can’t help but want to continue this.

She just giggled along, finding his laugh very cute and not willing to stop, “Hehe, this is just so much fun, I wonder which else should I tickle~”, she teased while she thought of what to target next, before ultimately deciding to go for his sides. “Right here, coochie coochie~!”

#mr love #tickling #Gavin #Youran #first try my apologies #drabbles #mr love gavin #mr love queen's choice #mr love queens choice

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Milkshakes and Existential Contemplation

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: A single no-no word, tooth rotting fluff, dairy consumption (???), sleep deprived chats, and maybe some cold nostalgia

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the promised Kirishima birthday fic I’ve been looking forward to since fOrEvEr (and it’s also taken me forever to write, goodness).

I’ll pretend like it isn’t wildly obvious that I wrote this during wildly different moods and levels of sleep deprivation.

Huge thank you and shout out to my buddies @sasha-annelie-quinn and @izzinks for helping me get this fic out on time! Especially Izzy, go check out her blog. She’s got some amazing original art! The ending was her idea :)

Not much to say other than Happy birthday, Kirishima! He’s undeniably my personal best boi and I love him with all my heart <3

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

-Sugar

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Eijirou knew he was in for quite a night when he awoke to your dark form hanging over him. Your hands gripped his shoulders from your stance at the side of his bed, and it took him a moment to even register that it was, in fact, you.

“(Y/N)? What time is it?” He yawned and rolled to his side, tugging his camo-print blanket over his shoulder. “Do you need cuddles again?” His voice made it evidently clear how deep a sleep he’d just come out of.

“Nah. It’s like—two AM? I don’t know, I was just thinking to myself and stuff and then it hit me that today is a very important day.”

“. . . It’s nighttime.”

You rolled your eyes in the dark. “Yeah, buuuut, it’s also your birthday! Yay!”

Kirishima ran a hand over his face, wondering if/when he would be able to go back to sleep. “Yep. It’s my birthday.”

You ignored the less-than-enthused tone in his voice. “I better have been the first person to wish you a happy birthday. You know, on your birthday. You didn’t get any phone calls yet or anything?”

“Nope. You’re the first.”

“Yeah!” You pumped your fist in the air.

“Is that what you wanted?" he asked. "Because I’ve got a pretty good idea of what I would like as my first present.” Eijirou shuffled over a bit to make more room for you, lifting the blanket next to him. “Snuggles with my pebble.”

You paused at his proposition, looking into the shadowy abyss that was Kirishima’s bed. There was a part of you that wanted to curl up in his warm arms, falling together with him into the realm that is sleep. You could already feel the kisses he’d leave on your cheeks, whispering broken ‘good night’s and ‘I love you’s as you drifted off. But no, you had something a little different in mind.

“Actuallyyy,” you said, drawing out the word. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little date.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows together in the dark. “Like . . . right now?”

“Yeah.”

“. . . where?”

“I was thinking Denny’s. You know how it’s got that certain vibe right about now? It’ll be like we’re stepping into a whole other world.”

Kirishima looked at your shadowy face. It was clear that you were almost as tired and sleep deprived as him, and your brain probably wasn’t all there. A part of him could recognize that he wasn’t exactly being himself either due to his cut-off sleep. He wasn’t as peppy as usual (though, to be honest, who is at this hour of the morning?). However, Kirishima had to admit that he was intrigued by the idea. You had both discussed this concept once a few weeks ago while you were scheming date ideas. He’d thought it sounded fun at the time, but he certainly hadn’t expected it tonight.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to,” you said, growing a little anxious at his lack of response. “I just thought it could be something different that we could do together.”

Eijirou sighed quietly to himself, considering. It was Friday night—no, Saturday morning—so it wasn’t as though you had classes in a few hours. He peeled the blanket off himself and sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. “Why not? Let’s go.”

“Yayyyyy!” you lowered your voice to a stage whisper, watching as he got up and fumbled around for his crocs and a pair of pants.

It was then that he looked to you. “Were you wanting to get dressed first?”

He’d noticed your choice to keep on your pajama pants, baggy and sweeping just at your ankles. These were your favorites—sinfully fuzzy and comfortable and absolutely adorable.

“This is my fashion statement,” you said, all serious.

Eijirou shrugged. “Cool.”

He opened his door for you, exaggerating a bow as he let you through. You feigned importance, nodding and curtseying at his gesture. The two of you giggled as Kirishima quietly shut the door behind himself.

“We have to be really quiet,” you whispered, taking out your phone and turning on the flashlight. You padded down the hall with Kirishima in tow, making your way to the stairs. It wasn’t long before you were at the door on the ground level, finding your own shoes while Eijirou slid on his crocs. You double checked that you had your bag containing your wallet around your shoulder before sidling up to Kirishima and intertwining his hand with yours.

“Isn’t this exciting?” you asked, grinning at him.

“Yeah, this is crazy.”

You giggled and opened the door, grateful that there wasn’t an alarm system.

The night air hit your skin deliciously, flooding your lungs as you inhaled. A chill October breeze ruffled your hair, and a light spattering of gooseflesh arose on your arms. You started down the sidewalk leading away from the Heights Alliance building, taking a moment to look up above you. Stars spattered the canvas of the night sky, and you found yourself enraptured by their profound beauty. Eijirou followed your gaze, looking from the diamond-studded tapestry of the atmosphere to its reflection in your soft, wide eyes.

“I can never get over how beautiful the world we live in is.”

Shit, why did you have to be so cute? Eijirou watched you gaze up at the sky for a few moments longer before you reached for his hand.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I just love being out at night.”

Kirishima grinned. “Me too.”

You walked in the dark, hand in hand as you navigated to the local Denny’s. You’d been there before, but never as late as this. You’d especially never gone out alone with someone like Eijirou at such an hour. It was . . . beyond thrilling; wandering the chilled empty streets with none other than your beloved. It was as if you were the only two in existence—lost in a dream—and a part of you liked it that way.

Both you and Kirishima passed under a street lamp. You took the opportunity to get a good look at him in the yellow glow. His red hair was undone and framed his face in familiar spikes. The sight made you giddy, and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch him.

“Your hair looks so cute when it’s down like this. So soft.” You began to attempt to run your fingers through it when they found a slightly more tousled patch. “Ope, you’ve still got some bed-head there. My bedhead redhead. Heheheh.”

Kirishima snorted at your choice of words, letting you finger comb out the little tangle on the back of his scalp. “Um, thanks.”

One block later, you caught sight of a familiar yellow sign. You happily patted Kirishima’s arm. “We’re almost there!”

Now that he was up and moving around, Eijirou felt a little more awake. You had been right; he did almost feel as though he were in another world, being out so late. The streets were almost completely void of activity on this side of town, and street lamps lit warm pools of light onto the pavement to break up the darkness.

Eijirou walked you to the front entrance, pulling open the glass door for you to go in. You stood with him in the waiting area, and he let you lean against his arm while you watched for someone to come over and seat you.

Sure enough, a young man a few years your senior came around the counter. He looked from you to the screen of the device before him. “Just the two of you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said.

Your waiter grabbed two menus and led you to a table in the back by a window. The only other person in there with you was an older man sitting at the other end of the restaurant. He looked just as half-asleep as the two of you were as he sipped at a mug of coffee.

Kirishima slid into the booth first, and you decided to sit down right next to him. He tenderly wrapped a warm arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his side. “So what were you thinking about getting?” he asked as the waiter walked off.

“It’s your birthday. You pick.”

“Oh, right.” Kirishima picked up one of the menus, thumbing through the laminated pages. “Do you want to split a milkshake? I’m not super hungry.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. What flavor should we get? Whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” The redhead next to you scanned over the kinds of ice cream listed. “How about . . . vanilla strawberry swirl?”

“Yummy.” You settled in closer beside him, letting his warmth envelop you. A wave of tiredness decided to settle onto your eyelids, and you fought to keep them from closing all the way. You had to admit to yourself that you were tired, but this was still something you’d wanted to do with your boyfriend for some time. You’d stay here chatting and enjoying yourselves, and then you’d go back to his room and cuddle until you fell asleep. That sounded so nice . . . .

The waiter came up to your table again, and it was only now that you realized that you were practically shoved up into Eijirou’s armpit. The sleepy haze that clouded your mind made you feel a little more lenient about your display of affection, but even so, you moved to straighten yourself.

“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked, taking out a small pad of paper.

“I don’t think we’ll need anything.” Kirishima looked to you to confirm. “We’re ready to order.” He placed his milkshake request and watched as the other man made his way back to the kitchen. “So.” Eijirou wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you back to your previous position. “Denny’s at an ungodly hour of the morning. Thoughts?”

“This is kind of a vibe,” you said, looking at all the empty tables bathed in fluorescent light. “It’s even weirder because I’m tired. Otherwise it would just be an empty restaurant.”

“It’s pretty neat,” Eijirou agreed, taking a look out the dark windows. It was nearly impossible to see out of them due to the bright light within the building.

“So how does it feel to be a whole year older?” you asked, adjusting yourself so you could look at his face.

“Um, the same, kinda? I don’t think I’ve changed all that much this past year.”

“Look at us,” you said. “Closer to being adults, to going pro and being heroes . . . . I’m kind of scared.”

“Scared? But isn’t it exciting too?”

“Of course, yeah.” You began to fiddle with one of the paper placemats, studying the color-printed image on it. It depicted one of the meals on the menu, and you let your eyes trace over every detail of it. “I guess the concept of being all grown up and independent is starting to hit me. There’s so much I don’t know yet.”

The redhead nodded at your musings. “We can be there for each other, you know. You shouldn’t ever have to feel like you’re on your own in everything.”

You hummed, examining the shading on a portion of rice depicted on the paper mat in front of you. “Are you thinking that we’d . . . still be together then? After we graduate?”

Kirishima flushed at your question. “I mean—I’d like to. It’s all a matter of time, but . . . .” He trailed off, unwilling to be so vulnerable yet to voice his visions.

“I’d love that too,” you said, hoping you hadn’t come across as implying that you wanted your relationship to be cut short after high school. “What’s your dream? A smaller one that’s beside the pro-hero one. What do you want our future to look like?”

Eijirou shrugged, tracing his fingertips down your arm. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, of course you do,” you teased. “It’s alright. Just tell me about the thoughts that make you the happiest. I don’t care how realistic they might be. Let's just say we could do anything.”

Emboldened by your words, your boyfriend took a quick breath. “Maybe we could move in together some time. Be heroes by day and then come home and see each other. I’d like to wake up with you in my arms . . . every day.” His cheeks had flushed a bit at voicing his fantasy, avoiding your eyes in case you decided it sounded silly.

“That sounds wonderful,” you said, finally catching his crimson gaze with your own. His face melted into a sweet smile and he took hold of your hand in his, making a point of intertwining your fingers together.

The atmosphere around you felt a little strange. You were alone and yet so exposed at the same time. The man at the opposite end could glance over at any time. Your waiter could come back with your milkshake. And yet at the same time it felt as though it was just you and Kirishima, sharing your private musings.

“Do you ever miss being a kid?” you asked, turning to look out the inky black window.

Eijirou winced a bit, his expression growing a little distant and troubled at your words. This, however, went unnoticed by you, and you merely continued to mindlessly stroke at the side of his hand with your thumb. “I guess there are some parts I miss . . . ,” he began. “But I like who I am now a lot better.”

He hadn’t told you about the majority of his self views yet. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he simply didn’t think you needed to know about that side of him. It was in the past and it didn’t matter anymore, right?

“I like how you are too, but like, the nostalgic stuff. You know—tv shows, games, people who you don’t talk to anymore. I still think about my Nintendogs and cry sometimes.”

Eijirou looked back at you. “For real?”

“Yeah,” you said. “They’re just . . . there. In the game. Waiting for me. And who knows if I’ll ever even put the game back in again?” You put your elbows on the table and your chin in your hands, letting your mind wander back to thoughts of them. An unexpectedly large wave of disproportionate sadness crashed into you, and it was as if you couldn’t think of anything else for a moment.

“Hey, are you good?” Eijirou asked.

“I don’t know.”

He put a hand on your back. “Do you still have your DS? You could show them to me sometime.”

Your focus shifted dramatically at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see them.”

A little part of you began to buzz with an odd spike of happiness. You must have been really sleep-deprived to be feeling emotional like this.

Just then, your waiter came out of the kitchen with your milkshake. “There you are,” he said as he put it down in front of you. “Enjoy.”

It really did look good, in a tall clear glass with the vanilla ice cream swirled within stripes of pink strawberry.

“Would you like me to sing you Happy Birthday?” you asked.

“You don’t have to,” Kirishima said with a chuckle.

“You can’t stop me.” You took a breath and began to sing, quiet enough so the entire restaurant wouldn’t be disturbed by your volume, but obnoxious enough to pull some laughs from Eijirou. “‘Aight, go ahead,” you said, handing him a spoon.

He dipped it into the strawberry ice cream, catching some of the whipped cream on the end. You watched as he put it to his lips, grinning at the taste. You followed suit right after him, taking your own spoon and helping yourself.

The conversation shifted to a lighter-hearted one. The sleepy hum of exhaustion buzzing in the backs of your heads seemed to make everything funnier, and numerous times one of you would say something to make the other crack up. Even the dumbest things that weren’t even funny at all forced you to clap your hands over your mouths to keep the otherwise silent atmosphere around you as such.

You slowly made your way through your shake, occasionally changing it up by feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream. Eijirou even had the audacity to deliberately get some on the tip of your nose, only to lean in and kiss it off of you himself.

“Tasty,” he remarked, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice suddenly dropped as he met your eyes. “I think I want more.”

As if you weren’t enough of a flustered mess already, he met his lips to yours. He tasted sweet, with remnants of the ice cream lingering on his mouth. You felt secluded in your booth in the back of the restaurant, but even so, a new thrill coursed through you. It was rare for the both of you to have such moments as these in public, and your heart sped even further as your spine pressed into the cushioned back of the seat.

Nothing too extreme happened, just three sweet pecks against your lips, but even so, you couldn’t help but flush a bit with these feelings of excitement and adoration for him.

A few minutes later, you had finished your ice cream and were ready to go. You went to the front and paid for the shake (it was your treat since it was his birthday, and he only protested for a brief minute about letting you pay). Eventually you were back outside in the cool night air, hand in hand as you walked back to the dorms. At this point, the two of you were about ready to crash, and you couldn’t wait to get back inside and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Which is exactly what you did. Back in his room, you found yourself tucked snugly under his multi-colored blanket, face buried in his warm chest. The darkness was silent and peaceful, and now the weight of your eyelids pressed down tenfold. Your consciousness began to peter out, drifting from thought to thought, breaths deepening within your lungs.

Yet the same couldn’t be said for the man around you. His mind had decided to wander to something you’d said to him earlier, and now he couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t quite see your face in the absence of light, but he knew you were probably on the verge of sleep. He felt you shift around a bit in his arms, and that prompted him to speak up.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Um, you know how we were talking earlier about what we missed from being a kid?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was faint, only functioning because you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Well I guess I . . . thought of something.”

“What’s that?”

Kirishima chose to ignore the slight slur in your voice, stroking the top of your head absentmindedly with his fingertips. “I miss . . . feeling safe. I was thinking about how when you’re a kid you don’t really know anything about what the world is really like. Your parents protect you and there isn’t anything you really need to worry about. The choices you make don’t change the lives of other people, you can just . . . be. We don’t—we can’t have that anymore.”

His words had stirred you awake, and now you were more intent on what he had said. He was right. Back then, there was almost no fear. You hadn’t needed to worry about villain attacks, or kidnappings, or saving the lives of others. Ignorance was bliss, and every day that sweet bliss seemed to slip further and further from being your reality anymore.

“You’re right,” you muttered, taking his large hand and beginning to fidget with his fingers. Your voice was now more solid, more focused and awake. “As heroes and adults, we need to take on more responsibility. The world isn’t a safe place.” You pulled his hand closer to your face, letting your lips graze his knuckles as you mused to the solid form in front of you. “Taking on this job . . . we had to give up on that. We have to bear a burden so others don’t have to. We chose this job to protect those people, to make sure no one else had to live in fear. The things we’ve had to go through, as a class and as a society—it sucks. But that’s simply how our world works now. We just need to do our best to correct it.”

Eijirou brought up his hand a bit to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, gazing into the space you assumed his scarlet eyes were staring back. You turned to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I guess I do still feel safe sometimes, though,” he muttered, voice scarcely daring to break the silence of the room around you.

“Yeah?”

“I feel safe when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you grew flustered at his words. “Really?” you asked.

“Well, yeah.” Eijirou wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hair, pausing to inhale the faint smell of your shampoo.

“But you’re the one holding me,” you chuckled, gripping the front of his shirt loosely with your fingers.

“Yeah, and I love it. I feel safe.” He began to move a hand in circles over your back, the soothing motion causing you to relax even more into his touch. “Besides, it’s the manly thing to do.”

You giggled again, faint and drowsy. “You are manly. The manliest boyfriend I could ask for. But you don’t need to be manly all the time with me. You know I’d hold you at any time you needed it, right?”

He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Mm, but it’s my turn tonight.”

You rubbed at his back with your own hand. “Happy birthday, Eiji," you whispered into his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too," he murmured back. "Thanks for being my Pebble. That’s the best gift I could have asked for.”

You smiled and hummed, the patterns you had been tracing onto his back growing ever lighter.

He chuckled to himself. “My sleepy Pebble.” He planted one last kiss at the top of your forehead. “Good night.”

“Goodbth nigh,” you responded, not bothering to fix the exhausted yet contented slur in your voice.

He hugged you tight and let his eyes drift closed. His birthday had hardly even started yet, but it was already turning out to be his best one yet.

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cantsaythetword · 4 years

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New Discoveries

~A/N - WONDER WOMAN 1984 IS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE OHMYGOD I like the fluffiness of just Steve being like OOOO FUTURE and Diana being like I love this dumbass and then the FAMILY BIT AT THE END AND JUST YES GOOD MOVIE.

So also I figured hehehehe lol twords :D honestly Diana would be super fun to get absolutely wrecked by, I love her so much she’s awesome.

As you may imagine, slight spoilers for WW1984 (nothing major but if you haven’t seen it I would recommend watching it before you read this as it explains how Steve is back from le ded).

Just some cute fluffy sht :D

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

* Masterpost Link *

With Steve’s new body, there were bound to be new discoveries for him and Diana to make.

Some were great. Steve’s hay fever was virtually gone, and he no longer broke into a rash when he pet any dogs he ran into on the street.

Some not so great. As Steve was now a few inches taller, he found himself walking into tree branches which he otherwise would easily dodge under.

And some Diana found fantastic, but Steve was not so keen on.

This was one of those discoveries.

It was a late Friday night, Diana had just got back from her job at the museum, and Steve was ready for a relaxing night of television and cuddling with his favourite person.

At the sound of the door opening to Diana’s apartment, Steve sat up in bed with a great big smile on his face.

“Diana!” He greeted, wrapping his arms around her for a warm hug. “How was your day?”

“It was good.” She smiled into his chest, still enjoying every moment she got to spend with her love. “Better now that I’m home.”

Steve gave a gentle chuckle, softly rubbing his fingers against Diana’s back.

The pair sat down to the dinner Steve had prepared earlier that day (he was still getting used to modern cooking appliances however, took him 20 minutes just to figure out what a microwave was for), and talked about anything and everything they had encountered throughout the afternoon.

Once they were both comfortably full, they moved towards the bedroom, flicked on the TV, and snuggled under the covers. Simply enjoying the warmth and presence of each other.

Once the bustling nightlife of the city turned to a gentle hum, they turned the TV off and settled down ready for sleep. Steve with an arm around Diana, and Diana gently tracing her fingers over Steve’s chest. Nothing they weren’t used to at this point, but nothing they would ever take for granted again.

But something was wrong, something about the way Steve’s muscles were tensed, or the stiffness in his face sent warning signals to Diana.

It didn’t take long for the silence to be broken, but what surprised Diana was it was Steve who did so.

“Hehehey.” He laughed softly, a slightly confused look on his face.

Diana smiled at him. “What? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just felt a bit weird...” Steve muttered, before gently shaking his head and returning to his relaxed position on the bed.

Diana wasn’t going to give in so easily. She began trailing her fingers over his body once more, but this time using her fingernails rather than the pads of her fingertips.

Steve began letting out bursts of quiet giggles, a sound neither he or Diana had ever heard in their time of being together.

“What’s happening Steve?” Diana gave him a teasy look. “Are you ticklish?”

“What?” Steve bolted upright in bed. “No... at least, I didn’t used to be. Not since I was a kid.”

Diana skittered her fingers over Steve’s shoulders, eliciting small gasps from the man. “It seems the new you is very very ticklish, hmm?”

Steve simply chuckled sweetly in response. The sensation of Diana’s soft touches combined with the sleepy atmosphere engulfing them both was beginning to send him into a deep slumber. A loopy grin plastered across his face, his eyes softly closing, Steve was in the perfect mood to drift off.

The peace didn’t last long, as Diana suddenly switched her gently teasing scratches to vigorous squeezes and clawing motions - sending Steve into hysterics.

“DIHIHIHIHIAHAANA!” Steve screeched, twisting his body away from the tickle monster lying next to him. She was insistent, he had to give her that. Those hands of hers were latched to his sides, refusing to relent the ticklish torment.

The spots on either side of his abs seemed to be the worst spots, as when Diana drilled her thumbs into them he would buck and squeal louder than she ever thought possible. But, based on the big smile on his face, she knew he didn’t really mind.

It was obvious, however, that he couldn’t keep this up for long. His face was growing redder by the second, and his laughter was interrupted by gasps and wheezes every so often. Diana decided to have mercy, retracting her fingers and snuggling back into Steve’s still twitching arms.

“I didn’t think you would even know what tickling was.” Steve grinned, after finally getting this breath back.

Diana laughed. “Of course I know what tickling is! We would have tickle fights all the time as children to practise our skills.”

Steve chuckled at the thought, before his face turned sly.

“Oh, so you used to be ticklish too?” He smirked, moving to loom over his girlfriend.

“Maybe so.” She chuckled nervously, bringing her hands in front of her.

“And, are you still ticklish?”

Steve didn’t wait for an answer, and soon the hotel room was filled with both of their laughter well into the night.

#fic #mine #ww1984 #wonder woman tickle fic #tickle fic #ticklish Steve #ler diana #lee steve #bit of a short one but there is a SERIOUS lack of wonder woman fics #like damn #they have such good chemistry !!!#i love them so much #they're real cute

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 14

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Ooooooooof y’all aren’t ready. You think you’re ready, but you’re not ready. <3 Warnings: None? heheheh Word Count: 1.8k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

It was late. You’d put Koya to bed a while ago, and the other boys were in their beds, too. Namjoon was sitting across the couch from you while you read one of the new books you’d picked up. He took a nervous breath and scooted a little closer to you. The clock was ticking closer and closer to midnight, and he was afraid that whatever had happened to him was a Cinderella deal. So, you agreed to stay up with him just in case. You didn’t want him to be alone if he did change back.

“Hey, uh…” Namjoon’s hands were shaking, and he fiddled with his fingers. You put a bookmark in your book and set it on the coffee table, turning your full attention on him. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing, Namjoon.” You reached over and took one of his big hands in both of yours, scooting closer so you were right up against him, your legs curled up against his thigh. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’m so scared.” He admitted quietly. “Today was the best day of my life. I...I never want to go back to being...you know…”

“And if you do, we’ll figure it out. I promise. This happened once already, who’s to say it won’t happen again?” You suggested, squeezing his hand.

“You’re right.” He nodded, obviously still thinking about it. He gave one of your hands a little squeeze. “There’s...something else.”

“Okay…”

Namjoon turned to face you more, looking into your eyes before inhaling a nervous little breath and looking away. He took both of your hands in both of his, thumbs carefully tracing circles over their backs. “I have to tell you this before...in case I never get the chance to be this big again.”

He glanced at the clock. 11:55. Five minutes. Shit. His heart lurched. Well, it was now or never. “I’veBeenInLoveWithYouSinceChristmasAndI’veBeenTooPlasticAndSmallToDoAnythingAboutItUntilNow, but--” He took a large breath and tried to gauge a reaction.

“One more time?” You asked gently, looking at him with those big, kind eyes. Your hand rose to frame his cheek, a careful thumb brushing against his dimple.

“I’m...I…” He hung his head, too ashamed to meet your eyes. He couldn’t do this. He’d ruin everything the two of you had. “I can’t…”

And he would have stopped there, had it not been for the look in your eye, the pleading ache to be able to make everything better. You hated seeing him in pain, especially emotional pain. So, he decided to say it.

“I love you, (Y/N). And not just in a...toy and his girl kind of way.” He exhaled a shaking sigh, his eyes locked determinedly on the coffee table. “I know it’s weird, and I know I shouldn’t because...I’m just...you know...I’m a toy and you’re this perfect human girl and I just…”

“Joon…” You were quiet for a concerning amount of time. “You’re not a toy anymore. And you’re certainly allowed to have human emotions, okay? You’re not stupid and it’s not weird and…” You sighed, squeezing his hand with one of yours while the other tilted his face up to look at you again. There were tears welling in his eyes, the sting of rejection hovering over his heart, ever patient and waiting to deliver a final blow. “Namjoon, I would be stupid to not be in love with you.”

“What are you saying?” His eyebrows furrowed, hope trudging through the swamp of doubt. “You…”

“I love you too. A lot. A ridiculous amount.” You chuckled to yourself. “I just...until today, that could have never been a possibility. But...now…”

Namjoon’s breath caught before he whispered, “Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am. What, do I have to prove it to you?”

“I’d…” He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and heart pounding in his chest. “I’d like it if you did…P-please...”

Not waiting a second longer, you stood up from the couch, turned, and straddled his thick thighs. He gasped at your proximity, your boldness, at everything. This morning when he’d been standing in your bathroom, he’d never imagined his first day as a human would lead him here...That said, he certainly was not complaining.

“I don’t know how to do this…” he whispered, looking up at you with his innocent brown eyes.

“Then let me teach you.” You let one hand wander into his thick brown locks while the other tilted his chin up with an index finger. Slowly, you brought your lips to his, closing the space between you. It was intimate and sweet, his lips soft and careful, afraid of making a wrong move. You could feel his heart racing against you.

Tentatively, one of his large hands rose to settle on your hip, the other reaching to rest against your back, pulling you closer to him. Closer, closer, closer until you were on the verge of fusing into one person. He took a shaking breath and deepened the kiss, tilting his head just so.

You got lost in his touch, his warmth, the feeling of his hands touching just the right places, and his lips exploring your own. Your soul was on fire, your heart ablaze, and your legs trembling. You’d wanted to do this all day, and God, was it worth the wait…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed between the moment you first kissed him and the moment you pulled apart to rest your forehead against his, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit…” He huffed, pulling you against him and squeezing his eyes shut. “Holy fuck...I...That was amazing. I-I can’t breathe.”

“Are we sure that was your first kiss?”

He chuckled deeply. “I think that counts as at least twenty first kisses.” He slumped back against the couch with you still perched on top of his thighs. You curled against his chest, which was still heaving, desperate for air.

“We made it.” You motioned to the clock, which read 12:03. It was past midnight, which could only mean… “You’re human, Namjoon.”

“I’m human.” He laughed a little in disbelief. There were no weird feelings in his chest, nothing changing within him. He’d made it. His eyes lit up and he looked at you, tears of joy welling. “I-I’m human!”

“You are!” You pecked his lips three or four times. “How do you want to celebrate?”

“Can I just...kiss you twenty more times?”

“I’m down with that plan.”

***

When you woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the curtains of your living room. Your pillow...wasn’t a pillow at all. Instead it was a broad chest, steadily rising and falling with sleepy breaths. You looked up to find Namjoon, his eyes still closed, mouth slightly open as soft snores escaped him. His strong arms were tight around you and his legs were tangled in yours, a mess of limbs.

You closed your eyes and soaked it in. Until this moment, yesterday hadn’t felt real, instead, you’d figured it must have been some dream. But now, laying here, trapped in his embrace, you knew it had to be real, as real as the man cuddling you to his chest.

A few minutes of quiet bliss later, you opened your eyes to see a little blue Koala waddling over towards you. He looked up at you, watching you quietly.

“Hi, Koya. Do you need something, sweetie?”

He nodded and waddled closer, reaching up with both hands. You picked him up and let him cuddle into Namjoon’s chest beside you.

“Mmmm…” Namjoon hummed, shifting. He blinked a few times and a sleepy dimpled grin spread across his handsome features. “Good morning…”

“Good morning.” You kissed his cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well.” He murmured, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Really, really fucking well, baby.”

“That’s new.” You teased, reaching up to stroke his cheek before poking his nose.

“Sorry, it just kind of...slipped out.”

“No, I liked it.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, good morning, baby.” The arm he still had coiled around you tightened and he pressed a long kiss to the crown of your head, thinking quietly for a few moments before whispering, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this…How long I’ve wanted YOU…”

“I think I have some idea…”

“Oh, Koya.” Namjoon smiled, gently petting the koala’s head with one of his long fingers. “Hey, little buddy.”

“I think he’s already asleep.” You laughed, listening as he snored quietly. “He gets that from his dad.”

“I snore?” Namjoon looked at you and you nodded, giggling.

“Not as bad as RM does, I’m sure.”

“RM snores too?”

“Yes. He does. He had surgery to fix some of it, but he still snores a little. From what I’ve heard, anyway.”

“I FIGURED IT OUT!” Yoongi sprinted into the living room, Hoseok hot on is trail. “I know why Namjoon is human now!”

They looked up at the two of you, each of them smirking when they saw the position you were in. Hoseok addressed it first, smug. “Well don’t you two look awful cozy?”

“And what about it?” Namjoon blushed. The two of you sat up slowly, and Koya relocated himself to Namjoon’s lap. His arm wrapped around your shoulders while the other focused on gently scratching Koya’s head.

“So what did you find out?” You asked, leaning into Namjoon’s warmth.

“According to this blogger, there was a shooting star the night before everything happened, right around the time you and Namjoon were talking in the kitchen.”

“You think a shooting star did...this?”

“Well, I didn’t until I read this forum post from ANOTHER former toy who had basically the same thing happen to her. She’s a Barbie doll living in New York who’s working on her fashion career.” He handed you a page he’d printed. “Apparently it’s happened a few times, but it’s still pretty rare, especially unintentionally.”

“Oh wow.” Namjoon looked over the article, scanning it quickly. “So I...It’s really permanent, then.”

“Yeah, seems like it.” Yoongi nodded. “That also means that with the proper timing, the rest of us could do the same.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jimin led the other four out to the living room.

“Nothing. We can talk about it later.” Namjoon changed the subject. “Jagiya, I’ll help with breakfast.”

“‘Jagiya?’” You asked. There it was again. Another snippet of Korean. There had been more of them these days despite the fact that you hadn’t shown them very many BTS videos recently, so they hadn’t really had a way to pick up more Korean.

“Yeah, it just...slipped out.” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning shyly.

“Fair enough.” You turned his face towards him, kissing him softly before getting up from the couch. You’d plugged your phone in and set it across the room the night before, so of course you had to check everything you’d missed overnight.

You opened up Twitter to see if BTS had Tweeted anything new, and boy, were you surprised to look at the top trending. The one at the very tippy top was.

#RMHasAGirlfriend

You clicked on it, heart racing, and scrolled through pictures and screenshot after screenshot of pictures of you and Namjoon from your day at the mall.

“Oh, Fuck…”

Tagged: @iie-wakarimasen, @lilgaga98, @catbugsugarpea, @demonic-meatball, @backtonormalthings, @kbowen9, @honig-bienchen, @coolcat494, @ffantasylandd, @feed-my-geek-soul, @ayoo-bangtan, @xxqueenwxtchxx, @cap-lu20, @finninpoposu, @coldbookworm, @sitkafay, @daniawinchesters21, @okaysoplshelpme, @zamirayinyue13

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Ladynoir Month: Kwami Swap

Ao3 FFN

@ladynoirjuly2019

I can't believe we're almost at the end. I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun with this chapter.

Hehehehe.

Until next time! Lots of love

Just a little bit of warning, this is a little higher T. Not too bad, but it's there.

"You looked exhausted."

Adrien didn't mean for his words to come out as blunt as they did, but that didn't make them any less true. Marinette looked absolutely out of it, and it worried him to no end. She was two months into her training with Master Fu, Alya— and by default, Nino too— knowing their identities, and now with finals approaching for their last school year before they started university, she seemed about ready to drop.

But that didn't stop her from glaring at him through sleep dazed eyes. Hard.

He still didn't feel all too bad, she needed to realize just how little rest she had been having. He got up from his seat on her chaise, and strolled over to where she had been hunched over her homework at her desk.

Pushing aside the enormous amount of work, he lifted her into his arms in a bridal style carry with one swift move. Her arms automatically went to his neck and she yelped in surprise as his arms became her resting spot for a second before he lowered them both gently down onto the chaise.

She grunted as they plopped down, but otherwise didn't put up a fight. Instead, she buried her head further into him finally allowed herself to take a break, a feat he was beyond thankful to have accomplished— she could be so stubborn.

"I have an idea, kid." Plagg suddenly swooped down from a tall beam that he had been napping on along with Tikki. "A good stress reliever for your girlfriend that worked with a few Ladybug's in the past."

Adrien peered down to see if Marinette was listening or asleep, but even with her eyes closed, he could tell she was still very much awake. He looked back to Plagg, weary of the ever so cattish from that broke his lips apart. "What exactly is it, Plagg?"

He tried to turn his expression into an innocent one, but Plagg never had much of a poker face. Marinette and he were never good at disguising the fact when they were in cahoots together on something. "Whenever a Ladybug gets exhausted, sometimes we switch Miraculous and they get to have a little fun."

Adrien chuckled. "I knew you cared about Marinette than you let on."

The kwami moved in closer to whisper in Adrien's ear. "Tell anyone this and I'll remind you what a cataclysm feels like, but I don't do this for all Ladybugs, only the few that I like. You'll understand why when she's suited up."

Adrien pulled back, suspicion evident in his eyes. "Am I gonna regret this?"

"Absolutely not."

Oh, boy. He regretted this. He regretted this big timee.

But not for the reason he originally thought, nope. Because while she looked amazing as Ladybug, he couldn't deny how drop dead sexy gorgeous— and he didn't allow his mind to use that word often— she looked dressed in his attire.

Only with her, it was glued to every curve, and hugged her in just the right places, accenting other…. Assets of hers that were not usually so...promotant. Her usually short hair was styled into a long braid that long surpassed where his tail would usually be. The bell was gone, and he found he really didn't mind, the thigh high boots greatly made up for that compensation.

Blank. His mind was blank and he was gone. Done for. Sorry world, no more Chat Noir, or Mister Beetle, as he was gonna call himself before his mind left him, but it was too late. He was dead.

Was air still a thing? Because he just couldn't.

And then, when she started to sway over to him, steps light on her tip toes, and hips swinging just a bit too much to be innocent, he thought life might really just be a thing that he wouldn't be able to achieve.

Oh well. If the last thing he saw before he left the earth was his girlfriend wearing his suit, and looking more like a snack than the croissants at the bakery, then he would die a very happy man. Very happy.

His brain was malfunctioning. Please stand by for reboot.

She knew what she was doing to him. She had to, as she drew closer until she was only a hairbreadth away. But she wouldn't let their lips touch. She wasn't mercifully enough for that. She must've learned this from him, or it was Plagg's influence, because she was never like this before. "So, I was thinking." And oh gosh, could she not? Because whenever she was thinking in the way that she was, it hurt him. Physically.

He only had so much blood. And he would like it to be everywhere in his body, thank you very much.

He was a healthy, seventeen year old boy. Sue him.

She seemed to finally take notice of his...problems and laughed, putting bells to shame. "What's a matter, buggy? Cat got your tongue?"

Yes. Yes, please. He would like that. Very much, in fact.

She took his silence as a sign to continue. "I was thinking of my name, and I came up with the purrrfect one."

He gulped. Please, end this torture. Kill him now. "O-oh? And What's that?"

She brushed her lips past his cheek until her lips met the shell of his ear. "Ladynoir."

And then she nipped him. She nipped the shell of his ear and he thought he might actually combust as she turned tail, baton in hand, and parkour off into the night.

Maybe he should look into some life insurance policies. Because he wasn't sure how many more of his nine lives he had left after that.

Maybe one.

That was a hard maybe.

Emilie, Sabine, and Tom were lounging on the sofa in the living room, all watching a funny movie they had picked up earlier in the day, when they looked up simultaneously towards the ceiling at the sudden sound of hard, rapid footsteps that were running along the tin rooftop.

Sabine smiled as the sound slowly fading off into the distance before looking to her husband, who shared the same look of contentment.

"Are you two ever going to tell them you know?"

Both heads snapped to Emilie, shaking their heads. "No." Sabine voiced softly, knowingly. "I'm pretty sure we've known before they knew. t should be their decision to us when they're ready. We'll be here until then."

As they all settled back into the movie, Sabine knew that it wouldn't be much longer.

They just had to have patience.

Marinette finally understood just how easy it was to melt under her boyfriend's pets under Plagg's influence. It was strawberries with chocolate times ten, and even that couldn't quite describe the absolute divine feeling of his hands in her hair.

They were cuddled up on the tower, just taking in the beautiful sight of the city that laid before them, when the pur came almost naturally, and who could really blame her? Nothing could beat this.

Even though, she could tell something was off with the man next to her. Lifting her head up, she brought her chin up to rest on his chest. "Okay, hot stuff. What's running through that mind of yours?"

He sighed, but didn't give her a straight answer. "Just some things on my mind, princess. Nothing too bad."

She didn't buy that for a second. Without hesitation, she pushed herself up and rolled over so her legs laid on either side of his thighs, and she sat just directly above his waist, careful and deliberately where she knew everything would be safe, pinning him to the metal of the beam.

Teasing, on the other hand, was all the more fun.

"Now." And she might not've been wearing her spots, but she still knew how to command in leather verse spandex and how to make him absolutely weak. The way his eyes were expanded to half the size of his face and his adam's apple started to bobble was enough proof of that. "Would you please." And she knew she had him. "Tell your kitty just what's on your mind?"

She knew she had him hook, line, and sinker, as she pushed her lower lip into a pout and ran a claw down the side of his face. Maybe Plagg was a bad influence, but she loved it.

Ladynoir licked her lips slowly, teasingly. She knew she had won this battle. It was addicting. Especially as he took his own lower lip between his teeth to chew. It was so empowering to see him shiver just because of her. There was a look in his eyes, an emotion that she never really saw before in him, but could somehow name easily.

And it made her own heart thump.

When he spoke, it wasn't without difficulty, she knew that much by crackled his tone was. He should be happy, she learned from him, after all. "You've been taking on so much, princess. I've been getting worried about you."

She softened under that. He always cared so much and it brought a certain warmth to her heart that only he could bring. "I'm okay, Adrien. I promise."

He shook his head. "No, you're not. And I'm gonna worry. You take on too much at one time and you don't let others help. You need a break. It's okay to say no, Marinette."

She started to falter. "It's my jo-"

"It's your job to take care of yourself, first and foremost. And admit you need help when need be. You've told me so many times I'm human, well so are you. You need to breathe."

Her eyes went sideways as her resolve started to crumble. "Master Fu trusted us to keep Plagg and Tikki. For me to keep the box. We promised we'd do our jobs."

His gaze went sweet as a sad lopsided grin powered his lips. "And how are you supposed to do protect people, Cherie, when you're running yourself ragged?"

She sighed, knowing he had a point. "I guess so."

He knew he had won the war and she hated the smugness that accompanied that. Pulling her against him, her head was tucked under his chin as her pur resumed. "It's okay to take some time to yourself. We'll talk to Master Fu and see if he'd be willing to at least let me have half the responsibilities. See where that goes from there."

A balance. Yeah, she liked the sound of that.

That was them.

"Marinette, the reason I entrusted you with the box in the first place, was because I knew you could make decisions when decisions needed to be made. You needing your partners help in this isn't admitting you're weak, it's a sign of strength."

The young woman nodded against Adrien's chest, holding onto him to help keep her nerves at bay. "I know. It's just hard sometimes, everyone is count-"

"And for that." Master Fu interrupted. "You need to make sure you're in the right place to be counted for. Trust yourselves, and everything else will fall into place. Stay strong in your decisions when you know them and listen to others when you know you need guidance."

"We will." Marinette promised with a nod of her head. "We'll see you next week."

They pass through the opened door that Master Fu held. "See you then. Keep safe."

Once back into the sidewalk, Marinette flung her arms his neck, letting his cologne take over her sense of smell and cause her tense muscles to finally relaxed. "Thank you. I needed that."

She could feel the smile against her forehead. "Always."

"Don't know what I'd do without you to pull me out of my head." She mumbled into his shirt, her fingers moving to twist into the cotton of his shirt.

"And that's why I wouldn't change one bit of the craziness we've been through together." He pressed a lingering kiss to her head. "Not one bit. As long as we're by each others side, right?"

She laughed. "Is there any other way?"

His only reply was to catch her lips with his own.

Husband's note:

My WIFE WROTE this one. I was the main writer on the last one, but I want you to know, SHE wrote this! If y'all are… physically... Bothered by… F# IT! If y'all are horny after this imagine how I feel!

I saw thigh high boots and I'm like, isn't this supposed to be a kids show. Thus, bam. This was born.

#ladynoirjuly2019 #LadyNoir #ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #love square

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