#not really a phase but the first few months are just extra clingy

[watchmegetobsessed]

BRO IM BEGGING

please make a dadrry one shot (preferably for another one universe) about harry comes home from the studio and walks into the kitchen to greet y/n and the baby with kisses—he kisses baby first then goes to kiss y/n but the baby starts getting jealous and whines and they start saying things like “what daddy cant kiss momma?” and they giggle a bit. harry kisses y/n some more to get a reaction out of the baby and then the baby starts really crying and then harry takes them from y/ns arms and is like “ok ok i’m sorry i’m sorry” and kisses the baby a bunch and y/n cant stop laughing while harry’s trying to console the baby lol

please make this i’ll literally cry tears of joy

BABY MAKING

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: Leo is going through his daddy phase and Harry brings up baby making.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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It’s a rare occasion that Harry wraps up work at the studio early, so he can head home before he has to pick up either the twins or Ellie from school or any extra classes. It’s barely past lunch time, the band had to finish because Sarah and Mitch are taking their son to a doctor’s appointment and Harry decided to call it a day and not continue without them. Mostly because it gives him time to be at home with you and baby Leo without the other three little rascals.

On his way home he picks up some cupcakes from your favorite place, knowing how happy the kids will be to find the treats when they get home in the afternoon. Once he has the sweets secured on the passenger seat he finally heads home.

“Baby?” he calls out as he pushes the front door closed with his hips, the box of cupcakes in one hand, his keys in the other.

“Kitchen!” you answer, Leo’s babbling following after your voice.

He finds you standing by the stove, your day got a bit messed up when the neighbor showed up unannounced and kept you up for about an hour, talking about how her cat got lost the other week. Miss Rogers is a nice lady, but sometimes she is too lonely and keeps up everyone and anyone she comes across.

You’re making a quick pasta for a late lunch, Leo has had a bottle already, but you’ll share some of the pasta with him as well. Lately he’s been getting introduced to more and more kinds of food and so far he’s been enjoying everything, especially broccoli and eggs.

He is sitting on your hip, his tiny hands gripping your oversized shirt as you’re stirring the sauce in the pan, watching your every movement like a hawk, as if he had any idea what you were doing.

“Hello, my loves,” Harry coos as he walks in, Leo’s head snapping around in an instant as a grin spreads across his chubby face.

Leo has been obsessed with his daddy. After a few months of mommy phase he now likes to be extra clingy when Harry is around, demanding all of his attention. He claps and giggles as Harry nears the two of you and leaning down he kisses his cheek about a million times, making him laugh even more.

“Hi daddy,” you smile as you watch the scene.

Harry presses one last, sloppy kiss to Leo’s cheek before turning to face you with a lovesick smile.

“Hello mommy. Missed you,” he hums, placing the cupcakes and keys to the kitchen island and leaning in he kisses your lips, but as soon as his mouth touches yours, Leo starts to protest and push his face away from you. “Oh wow,” Harry laughs with wide eyes as Leo tries to grab his hair and pull him closer to him, demanding more kisses. “What, daddy can’t kiss momma now?” he huffs and Leo just babbles in response as if he understood the question.

“You come home and I’m instantly the enemy, huh? That’s not how you acted when it was just the two of us,” you tell your baby, who only pays attention to Harry.

“Mommy needs some kisses too, buddy,” Harry grins before trying to kiss you again, but this time Leo goes harder and actually starts crying at the sight of his parents attempting to lock lips. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he chuckles, moving back instantly and taking him from your hold.

Leo keeps crying as if the world was ending, his tiny hands gripping Harry’s shirt as his daddy showers him with kisses to calm him down.

“That’s what I get for carrying him for nine months,” you mumble under your breath, returning your attention to the sauce on the stove.

“Aw, baby Leo wants all of daddy’s attention, huh?” he coos, holding him to his chest, trying to soothe him. Leo lays his head to his shoulder, slowly stopping with the crying and enjoying being the center of all of Harry’s attention and you can’t even be mad at him, because it reminds you a lot of Harry himself.

He dances around the kitchen, gently rocking the dramatic baby from side to side until his cries fully die down.

“Mm, something is a bit smelly and it’s not the food I smell,” Harry chuckles and holding Leo up he sniffs his butt before grimacing. “Ow, that’s one smelly bum-bum, my love.”

“Can you change him, please?” you ask even though you know he’d do it anyway. Harry has never been the kind of dad who needed to be ordered around and told what to do.

“Of course. Let’s get this baby butt clean,” he comments before walking out of the kitchen and up to the nursery.

A few minutes later you turn the stove off under the sauce and head upstairs to check on the boys. Walking into the nursery you find Harry standing by the changing table, Leo lying on it with his hands and feet in the air, his pants are gone, but his body is on, putting his chubby thighs on display as Harry keeps talking to him.

“I know you’re team daddy now, but daddy is team mommy, so you’ll have to let me kiss her, okay? Will you let me? Daddy will be very sad if he can’t kiss momma, you wouldn’t want that, right?”

Leo sticks his tongue out as a reply and Harry pretends to be hurt and shocked as you walk up to him and hug him from behind. Leo eyes you suspiciously, but this time at least he doesn’t start crying seeing you interact with Harry.

“We love mommy, right? She is the best,” Harry hums, as he takes Leo from the changing table and holds him to his chest. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed and you take a chance, pressing a kiss to Harry’s dimpled cheek.

Leo sighs dramatically, but doesn’t protest this time, though he grabs onto Harry’s face and presses his mouth to his daddy’s cheek, which equals to a kiss.

“I wonder who he gets his attitude from,” you chuckle, letting go of Harry to stand in front of him.

“But isn’t it adorable?” Harry grins proudly.

“You wanted another kid to get another copy of yourself, didn’t you?” you accuse him just as a joke.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby,” he shrugs his shoulders innocently before kissing Leo’s cheek again. “But maybe we should have another one to see if they would take after me too!”

“Oh no, the baby making has ended!” you shake your head instantly, making him laugh.

“Well, not entirely, right? We were practicing baby making just the other night,” he smirks, so pleased with himself, referring back to that quickie you had in the shower after every kid was put to bed finally.

“Safe baby making. Don’t even think about anything else!” you warn him, heading towards the door. “If you’re done with bonding with your son, bring him down for his late lunch, please.”

“Yes mommy!” he calls after you, but you can hear it in his voice that he is grinning cheekily, probably already plotting how he’ll seduce tonight. Not that he’ll have a lot of work with that…

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(Old) Ash Williams headcanons

A/N: I guess I haven't been in such a good mood for the last 2 months so hopefully yall like this considering I recently got back into my evil dead phase and watched all of the Ash vs evil dead TV show so here are some of my headcanons for old Ash!

Warning 18+: Smoking, swearing, a small mention of drugs, deadites and only a hint of sexual activities

- Ash is the kind of guy to think that he'll never find anyone for the long term, maybe a few fuck buddies but nothing else. He tells himself that he doesn't need anyone, mainly because he thinks they're gonna be a distraction or that he is just way over that. He looked for love in the past and they had to die right in front of his eyes, he wouldn't dread for that to happen again.

- But that all goes away when he sees you, either you knew him from before (Like in the past or whatever) or he just randomly sees you one day while out. He knows you are the one, the way you look is irresistible and your whole personality just blows him away. Extra points if you try to play hard to get, and you laugh at his dumb jokes.

- He might leave the first time, promising to come back and you know damn well he will come back. He probably misses you when he goes, even if you didn't even talk to him and instead just smiled at him the whole time he was there. He can't help but smile whenever he remembers you, and you know he won't stop bragging about you to Kelly and Pablo.

- As much as they like to see Ash in love and everything, he needs to put his head in the game sometimes, and stop nagging them about you.

- Either you came out about it on how you wanted to take him out or he got impatient and asked you out instead, holding on for dear life that you would say yes. And he's so excited when you say yes, he would be jumping up and down if he could but instead he keeps to his calm and snarky self, telling you how there's a new pub open just down the road and how he'll meet you there tonight.

- The whole night he is addicted to you, only asking you questions and occasionally flexing and how he's the 'hero' of the world, fighting all these scary and deadly monsters with his chainsaw and gun. He doesn't mind dancing with you the whole night, or if you really wanna get out of town for the night in the delta as he's definitely thinking about getting spicy in there.

(Fast forward to when you guys become a couple, considering I'm too lazy  😭)

- Ash is a roller coaster of a guy to date, he has his ups and downs and there's never a time where your not surrounded by deadites or Kelly and Pablo. He can be a bit much to date and also a handful, you don't know if he's gonna come home with wounds and scratches or barely come home at all. (Don't worry he makes it up to you)

- You would also have to adjust to the tight living space of his trailer, it's small and definitely not a space for someone who has claustrophobia to be. It also always has some drug in almost any drawer, maybe even bullets too.

- Ash is not the one to be too possessive or who can get easily jealous (In my opinion) but hey that doesn't mean he's more than happy if you want a day job or something, just not a night job. It gets lonely at night and when he comes home, he's hurt and tired and all he wants to do is cuddle with you all night long.

- But then again he isn't going to force you, though I hope you don't mind coming home nearly every night to Kelly and Pablo over. His excuse is always the same too "I got lonely" :(

- But in the end, Ash is an amazing boyfriend and he can be very protective over you when it comes to the time, like when he realises he has to save the world for like the 20th time. But then I hope you love hanging around him 24/7 because he would not let you go, like...ever.

- He is also 100% softer around you, his clingy side may even come out sometimes but he can't help it after having to fight all of these deadites and deal with the amount of hate he gets. He can't help but enjoy and smile around you.

- Why leaving so soon, Y/N? Oh, you're taking a shower...well I hope you don't mind him joining.

[kagakuoniryu]

HELLOOOO

Here i am, AGAIN.

(I'm the person that asked abot the sa thing✨) I REALLY LIKED THAT. I hope that it didn't take you too much time-

BUT NOW HEAR ME OUT-

So, the reader is starting to feel depressed and useless and their reaction to this is that they get dumb, like they stop talking and there's no way to let them vent or anything, and they're in a relationship with a character x (you can choose !!) and it's something that happens a lot. (like monthly depression or something like that) and so the character is used to it and knows how to behave

It would be so cool!! AND HELP I HAVE SOO MUVH HC IN MY MIND 7FCOVR88O

Synopsis :

Reader is depressed and started to feel nupb about everything

Character :

Venti

Xiao

Kokomi

Childe

Diluc

Kaeya

Ei

Scaramouche

Warning :

Mentions of depression and feeling nothing, otherwise comfort, let me know if I have to had something

A/N :

Hi! I'm glad you liked the request I made for you! Don't worry usually they don't take much time when I don't proofread them (and it happen a lot since I can't stay focused for more than 10 min) since you said I could choose I gave some love to my own genshin crush/mains and character I would like to write for I hope that's okay with you, I kinda assumed that you meant numb and not dumb in the way you described it, if that's not the case let me know and I'll remake the request correctly or change this one!

And since there is a lot more character the heacanon will be shorter sorry but I couldn't really choose between them, I even decided to not put some like xingqiu or it would be too much

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Venti :

Venti himself feel depressed, that's why he drink so much alcohol, to not think about it, but contrary to you he mask it with his playfulness, and things started to get better for him since he started dating you

The first time you got your monthly depression he freaked out, since you stopped talking to him he assumed you got tired of him and wanted to push him away

But to his surprise you still spent time with him, you just, didn't talked whilde doing so

He waited for you ti come to him, he may be a bit of a pushover but he know boundaries, and when after a week or two he saw you getting better and talking again he thought it was just a phase, something must have happened and it got better

But then next month it hapoened again, and you got better, and down again

At this point he realized it was just a monthly depression, when it would it you he would just let you know that if you wanted to vent to it he was totally there for you no matter what, but understood if you didn't wanted to, he got extra clingy during this time too, making sure you know you're cared for

He might even go as far as to not spend some evening annoying diluc at the tavern to be with you, and for venti, that say that you have a very special place in his heart

After a few times he becomes really good at it

If I had to rate genshin men on this one, I'd gave venti a 8,5/10 he might not figure it out immediately but get really good at comforting quickly

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Xiao :

Xiao is busy most of the time due to the nature of his job, and when he isn't fighting he struggles with his karmic debt

This isn't exactly like a depression, but it's not far from it, and it's not pleasant either

During some of worst day he refuse to acknowledge anyone, even you his significant other and is unable to say anything

So the first time your depression hit you he thought his karmic debt might have tainted you too and he freaked out

He asked you if you were okay first, he didn't wanted to seek out zhongli to check on you if it wasn't something serious

And you wanted to tell him everything you felt, but the guilt of being a burden to him was too much, you ended with a small "I'm ok" and turned back being mute

He was genuinely concerned but decided to wait and see how things evolved

And a few week later you were back to normal, you talked with him as if nothing happened

He was relived but a part of him knew it wasn't over

And he was right because the next month you became your silent self again

He looked at you with sadness, he wasn't great with words, and you didn't talked anymore so he decided to rely on physical affection such as holding your hand or putting his head on your shoulder to let you know he was there

And each morning on your bedside you would find a quinxin (if I write it correctly) on your bedside

Overall a good companion who know how you feel, I give him a 9/10

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Kokomi :

Kokomi's life is full of high expectations for her from others

And as everyone she is going to get stressed over it, the fear of not being enough, even more when she occupy a position as important as the divine priestess of watatsumi island

When her energy is at it's lowest she just seclude herself in her little hideout to read a book and sleep a little, just to relaxes

And when she notices you started to feel depressed she was ready for it

Not that she wanted this case to happen, but still, she has a plan for any situation, she had to be ready

So the second she saw you feeling bad she first asked you if you wanted to taok about it, and when you shook your head no she nodded and asked you to follow her

You did as you were told and soon found yourself in a little cave with a desk, a few chairs and a lot of books

Kokomi told you it was her safe space when she felt down, and if you ever feel down again you can come whenever you wanted, not many people knew about this place anyway you would be in peace

So each month, when the depression hit you, you would come there, to read a good book with your girlfriend and sleeping at her side, it was comforting in a sense

I'll give her a 9,5/10 because everyone need a caring fish-girl in their life

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Childe :

First I want to say this : he is the best big brother ever

And what the best big brother would be good at?

Comforting his siblings of course!

Whether it be tonia or teucer he'll do his best to cheer them up when they feel upset

So when he see you upset he try some of his own methods

But unlike his siblings a few jokes and tricks weren't enough to give you back your smile

That's when he make use of his backup plan

He took a week out of his harbingers duties to be with you, all your days during this period are about shopping, dates, quality time

When he see you getting better and got back on his job mbut made sure to check on you through the day

He thought it was over but the next month the pattern repeated, but this time he wasn't able to escapte his duties so instead he propose you to pass the day at his office, and the days would pass with you sitting on his laps ou hanging around with him

If teucer were to be in Liyue while you're in your depression episode childe would send him to spend the day with you

With his little brother as a ball of sunshine you wouldn't feel alone even if he can't be physically with you

Overall 7/10, he can't always make time with his responsibilities but he is trying his best and that's what matter!

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Diluc :

With all his paperwork, his shift at angel's share and his daeknight hero duties, I highly doubt he will notice before a few episode over months

I mean yes there were times you didn't talked much, but he wasn't a fan of idle chit-chat anyways, and yes you might have looked more sad recently, but everyone have up and down

It had to be adelyne who avert diluc about your state for him to acknowledge it

But once he does

You aren't going to hear the end of it

Date, gifts, playing chess, you name it he is already preparing it

He can and will treat you as royalty, but he is still busy

But when he saw that what you need is not just being treated nicely but ALSO to have your boyfriend around

For once in a long while et don't go for his darknight hero duties, for your date he started to cancel his shifts at angel's share and now hero dutie's cancelled too

He pick up the hint of a mensual period of depression quickly and each time it hit you he put down everything down to be there

I'll give him a 7/10, as ironic as it his he's a knight in shining armor and he got the spirit!

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Kaeya :

I like kaeya, I really do

But at first he will take it lightly

Too lightly

The first time you couldn't physically talk to him because of your numbness he just smiled slightly and said "oh~cat got your tongue?"

It'll take time but he'll get it

And once he do

Jean will have to forcefully take him back to his office so he can finish his job, he don't care about it anyway, you're more important to him

And if you don't feel well, he is going to help by any means possible

He throw out of the window his night at angel's share until you get better, instead opting for a dinner at good hunter, he don't care you don't feel like speaking, he can speak for hours about the gossip he heard through mondstadt and during his nights searching for information

After a week or so, when you started to feel better, he didn't let go of you immediately and he was right because the following month you felt bad again, he then started to understand it will go by phase and he'll have to deal with it for the time being

He will accompany you during every one's of your episode and never letting go, he love you and won't let you believe otherwise

Even if it mean getting both jean and lisa angry because he isn't as much there for his work than he should

But for him that's okay if it's for the love of his life

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Ei :

You only meet her from time to time in her plane of euthymia because she rarely ever visit human world

And the rest of the time you're with the shogun puppet, who might obey to ei, but isn't as nice, or cuddly or who can't even understand human basic emotions

So ei noticed only when you were visiting her, during your episode until now you dealt with it alone, but it hit you when visiting ei

And the first thing the notoced about you is how lost and a shell of yourself you looked

Immediately directing yourself to her you let your head rest on her lap while she gently stroked your head and asked if you were okay

The only few responses she got was different types of grunts and a few nod

She knew right there something was wrong with you because usually, even when something bad happened you used to tell her everything

After going back to your world and your life you were surprised the next morning to find ei at your door

Not the shogun

But ei

She convinced you that since she's here for the day you might share a few dango and sweets together

And since she wasn't a good cook and you were unable to, but because of your sadness, the meals for the day were mostly candy and desserts

Ei promised to be back and until you got better the shogun was ordered to check on you and provide you the things you enjoy doing and eating

Over the month it became a ritual, when you started to feel bad you spent a day cuddling with ei in her plain of euthymia, and the second she came to pass the day with you to make you feel better

Ei even made yae miko promise to tell her if she saw you in distress

I'd say a 7,5/10 ; when she want she can truly be adorable

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Scaramouche :

He is going to be so rude about it

It's canon that he is searching for a heart, so he don't have one, and usually heart are associated with empathy

But he can be nice, with children or elder people

And with you, but right now not really

When he asked you to talk, and you just couldn't tell him what was wrong he started to ask again, louder and louder

And of course the guilt of not being anle to answer to your partner was accumulating and your eyes became glossy even if you didn't wanted to cry

When he saw that

He became silent for a moment

The next thing he did was to sit down at your side and grab your hand

He mumbled about being sorry for raising his voice, it was so low that if the room wasn't silent you wouldn't have heard it

But you did

Resting your head on his shoulder he tensed up before relaxing and patting your head awkwardly

You closed your eyes to be fully in the moment and while doing so scaramouche smiled before placing a kiss on your forehead

During your episode he made sure to not raise his voice in your presence and to make the paperwork part of his job with you either on his lap or in his company

He was definitely relived when you started to feel better, and all the more desperate when an other episode of depression started

But that's okay for him, he has all the time in the world to make you feel better, and he don't mind doing so

I give him a 5/10 because he is a gremlin, but an adorable one

~hope you'll like it!~

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[bestruction]

Eren as your boyfriend

SFW

You met in college. He came in late for class, with a messy bun and wearing a gray sweatshirt. A total boyish cliché. I know it's common to imagine him like a hot fuckboy who smokes a lot of weed. Although I agree about marijuana, I don't imagine Eren as a fuckboy.

Eren would be a very intense guy about everything he does. This includes relationships. So I can't imagine him as someone who has several casual nights.

He would have to know you to be attracted.

When he sat behind you and asked you for a pen, it was not with a second intention. He had really forgotten the case. He's not a bad student, but he doesn't care much about following things to the letter.

So he kept arriving late for the rest of the semester and, of course, asking for your pens. According to him, he kept them in his case when he got home. The case? He forgot every day. And how could you deny a pen for those emerald eyes? He would look like a lost puppy in the instant you denied it to make you change your mind.

After so many pens borrowed without a return, you would be friends. You wouldn't know when, but some tension started to exist between you after making out a few times. It wasn't a bad thing, but palpable every time you were close.

Eren would be too dense to notice his own feelings at first. Then it would be up to Mikasa and Armin to show him why he can't stop talking about you.

Once he noticed, he would become a blushing mess whenever you were around.

The truth is, he could show off as a confident guy, but inside he was insecure. In the anime,  he's always comparing himself with others

Why would you like him? He is not the best student in the class or the second best. In his eyes, he would have nothing in him that could get your attention. To him, he's a pretty good example of "mediocre" . He was just Eren Jaeger. Please hug him

So when you showed that the feeling was mutual, he wouldn't know what to say.

You told him that you wanted to talk after class. When everyone left, and only the two of you stayed, you talked about how you felt without being able to face him. You weren't sure if he felt the same way, he could act differently with you, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.

“You don’t have to answer me, Eren. I just wanted to tell you. I really understand if you don’t feel the same ”

Eren.exe.has.stop.working.

Doesn't he feel the same ?! Armin and Mikasa were tired of telling him to shut up when you waved at him and his heart was beating so fast against his chest now that he thought he would have a heart attack at any moment. Eren squeezed the backpack strap on his shoulders and said he felt the same way with his cheeks all red. It was almost funny to see that big boy so shy.

Dating Eren would be like being in the “honeymoon phase” forever. In the beginning, he would always just kiss your forehead.

Then your shoulder.

Then a peck or a compliment.

And then, he literally can't take his hands off you. When he sees that it's okay to touch you, that's it.

He always leaves a hand on your leg while driving and on your waist if they are standing in the college hallway. It's not his fault. Physical touch is one of his love languages ​​as well as words of affirmation.

He would borrow your notebook at class at some random moment with an excuse like he was unable to copy something, just to write:

"You look beautiful"

"You look so damn sexy when you are focused"

"I love to see you bite the tip of your pencil"

"Do you have a boyfriend? Wanna hang out later? ”

Sir, you've been dating for months now!

he’s always flirting with you like he doesn’t kiss you all the time or grab your ass already. Such fucking simp. But a proud one. He's not ashamed to show how much he likes you, which means he can be clingy. It's not that he does not know how to respect your personal space when you need it. After all, he is Mr. freedom guy.

Cute things he would do:

He always keeps a hairband extra in the car for you (and him).

For some reason that I don't know how to explain, I imagine that Eren smells really good. So when you steal one of his sweatshirts, it's impossible not to feel his scent impregnating your lungs and reminding you of your stupid boyfriend.

He always tries to make you smile with a silly joke, taking you to see a movie, asking you to walk around aimlessly at dawn.

If you lie on him on the couch, he will wrap his arms around you and caress your hair until you sleep on his chest (once you drooled, and he spent the whole day making fun of you for it)

If you lie on the bed, he will smooth your feet with his feet as if he is trying to warm you up.

Or stick his hands inside your shirt to leave one on your belly and one on your boob to feel you closer.

I want him so bad

When he took you to meet his family, you couldn't be more nervous.

He spent the entire trip telling you about how much his parents would love you because he adores you.

You weren't surprised to see him fighting over everything with his older brother, Zeke.

But you were to see Carla, his mother, pulling him by one ear to stop fighting.

Eren's father was relatively calm. The noise in the house was entirely up to him, irritating his mother and brother while you laughed.

Zeke would probably pretend to flirt with you in front of him to piss him off even more.

It was a comforting and energetic night, just like your boyfriend's personality. You could tell where he had inherited it from.

NSFW

Okay, he wasn't a virgin when you first met him, but he didn't know much about the female body either.

I mean, he knew he was going to have to stimulate your boobs and eat you out before fuck you, but he didn't know how to do it exactly because of the lack of experience. After all, sex is a matter of practice.

He probably had sex with two or three girls, but he never cared much about what he did because what he really wanted was just to get his dick wet, and it was just the dick they wanted from him too.

So he made the biggest mistake that most guys make: Imitating what they watch in porn.

A mistake that not only would he discover, but also you when he stuck his head in the middle of your legs.

He was licking everywhere except your clit and so fast that your body barely had time to assimilate the stimulus very well.

There was no preparation or teasing.

And you certainly weren't moaning.

He was about to stop when you called him to say you were not enjoying it.

Was his ego hurt? Totally.

But now, more than ever,  he wants to learn how to please you.

When Eren sticks something in his head, he doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.

So if he wants to make you cum on his tongue? He will find out. Just wait.

You talked about what you liked to do when you were alone, and he did a lot of research before trying to eat you out again. He even asked Mikasa for tips.

On the second opportunity that you had to be alone in his apartment, shared with Armin, Eren was much calmer with the touches. He wanted to test what he had learned, but he also wanted to learn more from your reactions.

He kissed you until you were both breathless, pulled you to sit on his lap to make you know how hard he was for you, and abuse your neck, an area he already knew well.

Slow and sensual. He wanted to get you wet before he got there.

He kissed your collarbone, then your breast, and spread the kisses around your nipple before mouthing and sucking it.

That's how he finds out how much he loves to tease you. How much he loves to edge you.

When he finally goes down on you, you're already a mess for him.

Eren never forgot how you moaned his name on the living room floor that day. It was like proving a new addiction.

After that, he would just want to see more, hear more, make you come and melt more and more.

And do you think he stopped there? Any opportunity he had to have his head in the middle of your legs he took advantage of.

What is the best way to learn beyond the practice?

Poor Armin.

There isn’t a single corner of your apartment and his that you two, horny rabbits, haven’t fucked. 

You lost count of how many times you were late because he convinced you to have sex in the shower or as soon as you woke up. 

And as I said, when he wants something, he gets it.

It was with you that he discovered most of his kinks.

He may like to define himself as a dom and will prove that when your legs are on his shoulders while he fucks the shit out of you.

He lives to overstimulate you, tease you, edge you and start all over again until your legs are shaking. Eren wants to make you as addicted to him as he is to you.

He's a guy with a lot of energy. So he has a lot of stamina to accompany all this natural intensity. Something about him screams bratty dom to me. He likes to see you obedient, but there's something about making you lose control and give in that goes straight to his cock.

N/A: I didn't specify much about his kinks because I intend to write a hc just for that later

BUT if you suck his dick right and tease him enough, he’ll become your perfect baby boy. Although he will never admit it.

My masterlist

[robinofinashiro]

@megumitodoroki: “headcannons (maybe a drabble if you want??) for yan tamaki and yan kirishima with a pregnant darling? ( i saw the hawks and bakugo one, i really liked!!!)” 

characters: yandere kirishima ejirou, tamaki amajiki x fem! reader

request status: OPENED / all fandoms I write for are pinned to the top of my page as well as my rules! feel free to request as you’d like! just please be respectful of my rules and if you have any questions, personally message me!

kirishima ejirou: 

oooh, fuck, really? you got pregnant with HIS baby? fuck. i mean, kirishima is a great husband, for the MOST part. his issue 99.9999% of the time is that he’s too fucking clingy and it shows. even if he isn’t laying it on thick, everyone can see the way he is around you. 

lets say you weren’t home when he found out. you went through the five stages of grief when you found out. the stick was in your hand as you stared at the wall in panic. you were in no mindset to be carrying a child and you knew there would be consequences the longer you waited to tell him. 

at first, you planned to end it all and just put you and the fetus out of misery but then you realized.....kiri locked all the knifes, sharp objects, and anything you could think of hurting yourself with away. you knew regardless of what you were thinking, you were going to have his kid whether you wanted too or not. 

when kiri came home, you were still in the same position in the bathroom and holding onto the stick in your hand. when he realized what it was, he let out a high pitched scream. you’re pregnant !! like this wasn’t something he was expecting to happen just yet but here you were !! pregnant with his kid. 

the first thing he did was make an appointment for you. he needed to know how far along you were and when your projected birth date was. the doctor hadn’t been able to pinpoint what the sex was yet but he didn’t care !! his child was going to be the next red riot !! he was going to make sure of it !! 

months into the pregnancy, he started to fix up the nursery. while you were still miserable in the fact that you were pregnant, you knew you got nothing out of loathing from the news and tried to look at the silver linings in all of it. maybe kiri would lay off the rules and give you some freedom. he was already acting different. 

when you were in pain, he would be at your call. when he was at work, he made sure someone was there with you. what if something went wrong? he couldn’t trust you on your own. when your mood swings were bad, he would listen to you for once and keep his distance when you asked. when you were starving, he would get whatever it is you wanted. 

the nursery was red riot themed. little linings of red everywhere with black incorporated along with it. he had small figures of himself in the crib and on small shelfs around the room. kiri made sure to put pics of the two of you in the room so the kid could see the love you both had for each other. he even went out of his way to make mini outfits of his hero uniform that fit every time he assumed the kid would have a growth spurt. 

lets say you end up finding out that you were having not only a boy, they were going to be twin boys, kiri fucking fainted. he doubled everything in the nursery and even built an extra room for the second baby. kiri was ecstatic to say the least. he never thought he’d get twins !! you on the other hand went through another phase of grief knowing that you were carrying twins and that meant that kiri was going to be home more than you wanted him to be. 

when you finally go into labor, kiri dropped everything he was doing and fucking SPEED RAN to the hospital. when he got there, you were already under epidural and trying to calm yourself down. the pain was unbearable, even with the epidural. he could see the pain on your face and wanted to cry right along with you. you were even holding onto him, hoping that he did something right for once and tried to calm you down. 

when you finally gave birth, kiri bawled like a child. they were both out within a few minutes and while you held one baby, kiri held the other. they had his black hair and your skin tone. he had never seen three beautiful people in his life and here you were, his wife and kids. his life was complete. 

tamaki amajiki: 

okay cool, tamaki is not horrible yandere so you’re relatively safe for the most part. the thing with tamaki that makes it unbearable to live with is that you can’t do shit. he’s terrified of you even breathing the wrong way tbh. he won’t let you leave the house bc he’s afraid something will happen to you. 

the day you found out you were pregnant with his baby, it was bittersweet. you were excited bc although he had abducted and was holding you hostage in his home, tamaki as a person was not a horrible person. he wasn’t mirio and he def wasn’t nejire. you had been feeling sick for a while and every morning you woke up you ran to the bathroom vomiting your guts out. 

you refused to tell tamaki bc you knew he would go into full panic if you did. you just had told mirio in secret to bring you a test and drop it off. when he did, you quickly ran to the bathroom and took the test. you were clawing the counter in a bout of anxiety and as soon as the clear blue test rang up positive, you felt dizzy in the head and fell on top of mirio who had offered to stay. 

he quickly fanned you as he basically screamed to tamaki to get his ass home. tamaki had dropped everything he was doing and ran to his house. he had no idea why mirio was there and bc the emergency was abt you, he booked it even faster. when he finally got there, you were chugging back a hydroflask full of water and murmured to him the news. 

tamaki basically passed out three different times hearing the news. it took mirio, a call to nejire, and yourself to get him out of it. when he finally stopped fainting and realized what you had said, he gave you a long hug, murmuring that finally it happened. he had been wanting kids for so long, as weird as it sounds. he was nervous wreck almost all the time but he wanted to continue his family line with you and hopefully they ended up with your personality. 

he scheduled your first doctor appointment a few weeks later and at that appointment, the two of you had found out the exact date and gender. you were having a baby girl !! tamaki was dumbfounded. he was expecting a boy but he wasn’t complaining. he was getting a mini you !! another to love and take care of. that meant that no hero course for his baby girl. nope !! business or support course at the very least. 

her nursery consisted of small sun eater figures and outfits. every now and again, he would had lemillion and nejire-chan themed things. your daughter would have mini outfits of all three of them and would have plushies of the three of them in the crib. hell, even the crib set was the big three themed. he and mirio had painted a mural for her and added photos of all four of you to make sure that even if his daughter didn’t have anyone to be her friend, the four of you would always be there. 

he didn’t take your change in moods well. frankly, he was terrified of you. there would be days where you would unleash your anger like never before and other days, you’d be sobbing to him. the food you did make though was AMAZING. it was a weird combination that always turned out amazing at the end. 

fat gum and kirishima were surprised but excited to hear the news. they bought her a bunch of red riot and fat gum themed clothes as well and fat gum would even bring you food when he was in the area. you were so important to tamaki and he knew that so he had to make sure that you were also important to him too. tamaki upon telling mirio and nejire that you were pregnant told them they were the god parents so they were almost just as protective over you like tamaki was. 

the day you gave birth, tamaki was home with you. you were just laying in bed when your water broke and he drove you to the hospital like he was in fast and furious. you were taken back by his actions but he practically screamed at the nurses as soon as you arrived to help you. he made sure to scream to them to give you epidural the minute you asked and if any of them even slipped up once, tamaki would have blood on his hands a few days later, making sure he took care of those useless nurses and doctors. tamaki in this setting was not one to mess with, that’s to say the least. 

when you finally gave birth, he cried a bit but not as much as you expected. the time he did cry was when he held his daughter and looked at the two of you. his life was perfect. you had a healthy daughter and you were relatively okay yourself post-birth. the only other time he cried was when he made the three-way call to mirio, fat gum, and nejire to tell them you had finally given birth and all of you were okay. 

[blindbatalex]

Here have this carraville university au by the one and only raisin anon ♥

8 am lectures were the absolute worst in Jamie’s ever so humble opinion, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had indeed signed up for it and had little ground to complain. But it didhappen to be a somewhat interesting course, and as advanced courses usually go, the number of students was low, and the professor was roughly five million times more laid back than the freshly graduated doctorates doing the introductory courses for the freshers.

So it sort of made up for it.

And Gary was in it, of course. That most definitely made up for it. And considering how little time they had had together lately, it was a treat in itself. They didn’t actually study the same thing, as Jamie was on sports science, but after developing a somewhat interest in the business side of commercial top-flight sport, he had taken up some extra economics courses and well. Who could blame him if macroeconomics wasn’t as interesting looking at cute boys?

He didn’t particularly like the vast majority of the people there either, to be perfectly honest. Mostly it was kids from wealthy, well-to-do backgrounds, looking to take up positions in some bank or another, recommendation letters most likely written by their daddy and his associates.

But Gary wasn’t like that. He was more clever than most of them, but Jamie could never see him on a stock exchange or in a high ranking executives office. The first lecture in this new environment Jamie had looked around the small auditorium and decided on who looked the least like a rich, posh twat. Gary had fit the bill. And then he had opened his mouth and revealed not only was he from Manchester, but he was also a United fan. So twat, after all, then.

Jamie’s twat, however, it turned out.

Two months into the semester and he was slumped in an armchair in his and Stevie’s shared flat, lamenting his misery in having a crush on a Manc. What would his mother possibly say, her oldest disgracing their proud scouse roots like that? Stevie, for his part, had absolutely zero sympathy and only judgment.

Four months into the semester, he knew he needn’t have worried about his mother. She had smiled and asked if he was happy. Jamie had blushed and mumbled out an embarrassed yeah, trying to not care about his brothers snickering behind him. Gary was invited for dinner the following Sunday and had made Jamie wonder if being charmed by Mancs was perhaps something of a family trait, going by his mother’s giggling. The look she had thrown Jamie as Gary had volunteered to help clean up the dishes was as obvious as it was strict. You better bloody keep this one.

“Pay attention” an elbow hit his ribs, and Jamie snapped back to reality, to the voice of his professor droning on and on, drawing up something or the other on the blackboard, and a group of bleary-eyed students trying to seem more or less alert and interested.

“I was. And that hurt,” he hissed back at his boyfriend, rubbing absentmindedly where the elbow had hit him. It didn’t really hurt, but he had been up since six-thirty and reckoned some moaning was allowed.

“No, you weren’t. And no, it didn’t,”Gary mumbled back, not even looking at him, too busy scribbling down notes from the blackboard.

Jamie rolled his eyes at Gary’s insistent innocence but decided against bickering any further in solidarity with the girl sitting in front of them.

Instead, he moved his leg closer to Gary’s calf under the desk and indulged himself with five seconds of playing footsie, a bit for his own fun and bit to show he wasn’t really angry. Going by the tiny quirk of the corners of Gary’s lips, he didn’t particularly mind either.

“Any questions with that, boys and girls ?” the professor asked from where he had turned his back on the blackboard and looked expectedly at them.

A few hands shot up, thankfully enough that the professor wouldn’t pull his overused oh so I suppose you all are experts then joke, asking for clarification or elaboration. Personally, Jamie was very well in the realm of not even understanding what you don’t understand and simply nodded along if a question sounded particularly interesting. Gary would help him with the assignments later, he was sure.

His lack of understanding, however, didn’t stop him from stalling ever so slightly when the lecture came to its conclusion. As their schedules diverted, he wasn’t above wasting one or two minutes simply to talk with his boyfriend for a bit. Especially when he knew they didn’t have time to meet up either later in the day or any of the coming either.

“I want a proper date night this weekend, you know. Make up for all the days we’re too busy to do anything,” he said as they walked side by side out the door, throwing a ta for today at the professor still standing at the desk, discussing whatever with one of the more kiss-ass students.

“Go for a film, and I’ll let you get the sweet popcorn?” Gary suggested. He grabbed Jamie’s hand and dragged him over to the corner of the staircase where he would continue down the hall to his next lecture and Jamie would go upstairs to the library.

“You can walk me home after, holding my hand and kiss me goodnight, and I can invite you to stay over. Have a little slumber party, just you and me?”

Gary said it with such innocence, as if he wasn’t perfectly well aware of what he was insinuating and what it was doing to Jamie. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes, the flirty smile slowly growing into a laughing grin as his poor acting skills gave away.

Jamie laughed with him.

“You know me so well, love,” he said and leaned in to peck him on the lips. It was a bit more PDA than they really tended to display, but they hadn’t seen each other all that much outside of Uni lately, and screw it, they could still be considered to be a little bit in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

“I’ll call you later tonight, yeah?” Gary said as they pulled away.

“Yes, please. Enjoy ESG Risks and Regulations”

“I will. Enjoy the library.”

“Always.”

Jamie kissed him again, a little because he felt like it and a little because he wanted to make the random blond pretty-boy walking past just then jealous that Jamie was most definitely getting some. He didn’t restrict himself to just a light peck this time.

He smiled when he pulled back, and had they been together for longer, and the setting was more romantic, he might’ve even dropped a casual love you. As it happened, though, they weren’t there quite yet, but he was definitely starting to feel it. Give him a few more months and it would more than likely plop out sooner rather than later. Judging by the way Gary was looking back at him, he was getting there too.

He let go of his hand slowly and stepped back to let Gary walk past and down the hallway. It felt dangerously close to something straight of out a romantic period drama, if Jane Austen had been writing about two working-class boys at university who barely got any time together, restricted only to early lectures and staring longingly down hallways.

“Bye, love”

“See you”

He watched as the dark mop of hair on Gary’s head disappeared into the flock of students crowding the hall, and no matter how sappy, or clingy or desperate of him it was, he almost missed him already.

Fucking hell, he was going to make this date night the best one ever.

[moldisgoodforyou]

the exes

lmfao guys i finally checked my taglist form and i've been missing a lot of you sorry :///

warnings: men that might remind you of your ex, brief mentions of sexual content

wordcount: 2.4k we're back to shorter fics unless you guys want to start waiting a month in between them

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“I love you, Sophie,” he’d said, and then looked at her expectantly.

She was surprised when she heard herself echoing her first boyfriend, Peter, with an “I love you too,” even though she wasn’t sure she meant it. Her parents always said they fell in love after only two weeks, so Peter waiting two whole months to tell her was a logical next step.

Right?

Peter went to the Columbus College of Art and Design, and they’d met through a dating app after Sophie figured she didn’t want to have to meet another boy that was halfway drunk and put his hands on her waist when he shuffled past her in the dirty college bar. So she settled for the first nice boy she met, that looked halfway decent and kissed halfway decent too. He was two years older, twenty while she was eighteen, and always bragged to his friends about how mature she was, how smart she was for her age.

Her father hated him, but Sophie just figured it was because he was her first real boyfriend. Carter especially hated him, making a clear effort to ignore him and turn a cold shoulder when he’d pick Sophie up from the dorms and take her out to dinner, or on the few mornings he had to pick her up from Peter’s house when Peter would complain he was too hungover to drive the eleven minutes to campus to bring her home.

She quickly learned that I love you wasn’t necessarily love, it was more like an obligation. When she really was too busy with architecture homework, or she had a sorority meeting, he’d ask her to come over with a pleading “c’mon, but I love you,” and she’d huff to herself but pack up her things and go to his apartment for a couple hours. She’d hang out with him just long enough to placate him, then trudge back to her house, work on homework until three am, wake up exhausted, repeat.

She went out with him to the bars, more often than she liked, and he’d get way drunker than her every time. Sophie would sigh and drag him home, then make sure he was well enough to attend church the next day. She went once and was reminded of how her childhood was spent in church, every Sunday in youth group, and hated that feeling. One of the girls in his youth group led a sermon about saving yourself for marriage, sending several pointed glances at Sophie, and she realized he’d probably confessed to them about how she let him touch her. (He didn’t know that she faked an orgasm so he’d quit rubbing what was basically her inner thigh.)

He was never mean, just...boring. Something she had to deal with. She found herself wanting more, playing with the idea of what it would be like to ask out the cute boy in her sociology class, but then she’d shake her head and remind herself she wasn’t a cheater. Besides, he wasn’t that terrible. He’d dote on her and call her princess (which she hated, but figured as far as pet names went, it could be worse).

When he posted photos with other girls on his Instagram story - at a party, in class, out to lunch - Sophie found herself not caring a little too much. She kept waiting for a hint of jealousy, and thought that sometimes he was waiting for it too, but it never came. Julia and Allie would see and question those stories, ask Sophie who those girls were, but she’d just get defensive and shrug it off. (He’s allowed to have other girl friends, she’d say. Even when the photo showed the girl’s head on his chest and arms around his waist and his arm around hers, his hand on her hip.)

When he called her in tears, after five months of dating, she knew what was coming.

“I kissed someone else.”

“Oh.” She paused, gathered her thoughts, then realized she had none. Felt completely neutral. “Okay.”

Peter sounded like he was at his breaking point. She didn’t care. “It’s been going on for a while.”

“Is it Andie?” Sophie asked, growing annoyed. Did they really need to drag the phone call out?

“Yeah.” He let out some ungodly sob and she found herself feeling disgusted, wanting to tell him to pull it together. Andie was cool, a girl she’d met a couple times at the few college parties she’d been to with Peter, where everyone sat around and smoked cigarettes and drank IPAs, and fit the stereotype of art students so damn well it wasn’t even funny. Andie wore Doc Martens and had a buzzcut and gave zero fucks - and clearly didn’t give any about the tentative friendship Sophie thought they had.

She wrinkled her nose. “Did you do more than just kiss?”

Peter had never pressured her - ever - Sophie would tell him sorry with shaky hands, that she just wasn’t ready to go further, then felt gross every time she apologized. But if they went a little too far and she made them stop, he never stayed the night, only napped with her until she was asleep and slipped out just after.

“I’m so sorry, princess -”

She recoiled at the pet name. She’d never liked it but didn’t hate it enough to argue against it. “No, no, answer the question, Peter. Did you do more?”

“...Yeah. We did. I just - I had to find it somewhere, you know -”

“Oh.” She mumbled, her insecurities confirmed.

“Sophie, princess, I’m so sorry. Why don’t you come over and we can just -”

“I don’t think I want to see you again. For a while.” She added, chewing anxiously on her lip as she told him.

Silence came over the phone for a few moments until he finally replied. “Oh.”

A few more moments. “You’re sure? We can talk it out.”

“Um...no. And yes, I’m pretty sure. Okay. Um. Talk to you later, I guess.” She hung up, feeling more disappointed in herself for not catching it than anything else.

(They did not talk later, or ever again. Sophie figured that was best.)

_______

Shortly after Peter, Sophie met Luke. He was sweet, a little boring too, but most importantly, he was easy. Easy to talk to, easy to hang out with, and she didn’t have this lingering fear in the back of her mind that he was going to go hook up with someone else. After a few months, Luke became a little less than easy - he was clingy and would walk her home from every class, he would ask her to come hang out when he studied in the chemistry lab, he would complain if she didn’t spend the night with him. She found herself lying to him that the architecture studio didn’t allow visitors, just so she could get a breath of fresh air.

One night, when Sophie sighed upon seeing Luke’s contact pop up on her phone and went to grab her overnight bag without even reading the text, Allie frowned. “Sophie.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, you know. Just because he says he misses you. You can be your own person.”

Sophie paused, considering. “I am my own person, just with him. Right?”

Allie hesitated before answering, wanting to phrase things carefully so Sophie didn’t get upset. “I feel like maybe you’re a little different with him. When I met you, you were confident and bold and...I don’t know. I think he’s holding you back.”

(You’re a shell of yourself,” is what she really wanted to say, but she wasn’t sure Sophie could handle that.)

“Oh.” Sophie uttered, quiet. Allie had just confirmed what Sophie had been thinking for months, but she didn’t think anyone else had picked up on it. “You think I should break up with him?”

“I think you need to decide that on your own.”

“Allie.”

She just gave her a look, shaking her head. “Go over there, and say what you need to say.”

Sophie was clearly debating, stuck, until Allie pried her bag out of her hand and grabbed her keys from her desk. “Al -”

“Come on. I’ll drive you.” Allie guided her out the door, her arm slung around Sophie’s shoulders. She drove her to Luke’s house, waited outside while Sophie went in, and texted Julia to get ice cream from the store when Sophie walked back out only twenty minutes later with teary eyes.

Sophie slid back in the passenger seat, drawing her knees to her chest. “I did it.”

“I’m proud of you, Soph.” Allie reached over and hugged her. “You’re better than him. I promise.”

When they both returned to their room, Julia wrapped Sophie in a big hug. She held her tight as Sophie sniffled, quietly, then promptly handed her a spoon for the ice cream as soon as she let go. After a few moments of quiet, Julia broke the silence. “So when are you getting back out there?”

“Oh my god, Jules, give her a break.” Allie rolled her eyes as Sophie giggled through her tears.

“I’m just asking! Maybe it’s time for you to go through your hoe phase, babe.” She reached over and snagged a bite of the ice cream, twirling the spoon around thoughtfully. “Or do you have any guys in mind - oh, remember that cute Delt that’s from your hometown -”

Sophie fixed her with a glare. “If I’m doing a hoe phase, it’s sure as hell not gonna be with Rafe Cameron.”

“Rafe! That’s what it was. Okay, so he’s out. What about the bartender at Varsity Club, he always gives you the extra shots in your drink for free?”

“Can you give the girl at least a day to get over her breakup?” Allie asked skeptically.

“Can I just say something?” Julia asked.

Sophie sighed, nodding. “I know you’re gonna say it anyways, so go ahead.”

Julia gave her a sheepish grin, patting Sophie’s knee. “I never liked him. He made you kinda like a doormat, y’know, and that’s not you. You’re better than that. Plus, he was so needy. I mean, he had to have been good in bed for you to stick around -”

“Jesus Christ, Jules -”

“He wasn’t.” Sophie interrupted them both. “We didn’t do that much, anyways.”

“Oh.” Julia paused, thinking. “Well. I’m glad you broke up with him, anyways. Takes a lot of courage.”

———

The first time Luke called when he was drunk, it was only a week after their breakup. Sophie felt bad and picked him up from the bar to drive him home, and let him kiss her in his room before she pulled away and urged him into bed.

The second time, it was the next weekend, and she did the same thing, but kissed him a little more. She ignored Julia’s knowing look when she slinked back into their room, head down, with her lipstick a little smeared and hair a little astray.

He kept drunk calling and she kept going to rescue him, to pick him up from the bars or a pregame or wherever else he was. She convinced herself it was only because she felt bad about breaking up with him, that he wasn’t all that bad in the relationship. The fifth time he called, a month and a half after the breakup, the girls were all drunk at the bars, and Luke was drinking at a party. When he called, Allie snatched the phone out of Sophie’s hand and tucked herself into the corner of the bar to hear him.

“Luke?”

“Soph - no, wait, Allie?”

“Yes. It’s Allie. Stop fucking calling her.”

“I just - I thought she could take me home -” He started, confused.

Allie huffed but forced a smile and gave Sophie a thumbs up from across the bar. “No. She can’t. And you can’t call her anymore, she’s not your girlfriend. Go find a friend or something.” With that she promptly hung up and blocked his number, satisfied. She’d regret it a little in the morning, but didn’t tell Sophie what she’d done.

____

It took Sophie about two weeks after Luke’s last phone call to follow Julia’s advice to ‘get back out there.’ The first time, she convinced herself it was way too easy - flirted with a frat boy at the bar with a few subtle touches, twirled her hair around her finger, and went back to his room after only an hour of knowing him. It was rushed, awkward, and she was pretty sure the guy came in his pants after a few heated kisses and a couple rolls of her hips.

The second time, she tried a little harder, going after a guy that approached her first with a smooth pickup line and a broad smile. They traded buying rounds for each other all night, until he kissed her around midnight and shyly asked if she’d want to go back to his place. When he escorted her into what she recognized as an off-campus Sigma Chi senior house, she didn’t dare inform him that actually, she was just a sophomore with a really good fake ID. She surprised herself when she took off her clothes first, then kissed him with a newfound confidence she’d pulled out of nowhere.

“I lost it.” Sophie announced with a slight frown when she came back into their room at two am.

Allie woke up from her spot on the futon where she and Julia were watching TV, rubbing her eyes. “What’d you lose?”

“Your...” Julia trailed off.

Sophie nodded, wrapped her arms around herself. “It’s not like everyone says. And I thought it would take a little longer. It wasn’t bad, though.”

Allie frowned, getting up to hug her. “Are you alright?”

Sophie accepted the hug, resting her chin on Allie’s shoulder. “Yeah. Just...I don’t know. I kind of hoped it would be a little more special.”

“He didn’t kick you out, did he?” Julia rose too, wrapping her arms around both the girls.

“No. I left.” She paused, sounding both deflated and a tiny bit hopeful. “They can’t all be like this, right? I mean, this is my fourth guy I’ve had...something with, and I’m starting to think there’s a trend.”

“No, no, you’ll find the right person. I promise.” Julia assured her. “Maybe you need to just wait, you know? Take some time for yourself.”

Allie hummed in agreement. “You’re more than just some dumb relationship.”

“I just…” Sophie sighed, quietly. “How am I supposed to know when he’s the right one?”

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[rocorambles]

Let Me Show You How Much I Love You

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader 

Genre/Warning: Yandere, Implied/Slight NSFW, Implied Rape/Non-con, Violence, Abuse, Manipulation

Summary: Oikawa’s had years of practice of knowing exactly what to say to have you wrapped around his finger and with a sweet melody of reassurance, comfort, and love, you melt into his arms once again. Why had you even been afraid? Oikawa was just looking out for you because he loved you. And you loved him.

Requested by Anon

You sigh at the constant friction of faux fur brushing against your wrist and ankles as you shift until you find a comfortable position on the bed. You don't like being chained to a bed like some kind of glorified sex slave or pet, but it's better than the alternative. At least this means there's no hands constantly touching, no sickly sweet voice whispering in your ear, no presence physically hovering over you all the time. You'd take your current predicament over any of that, even if the blush pink color of the faux fur hand and ankle cuffs make you want to puke and gouge your eyes out.

It wasn't always like this. You remember when Oikawa and you first started dating. You had been so enamored by the handsome pro-athlete and easily agreed to hanging out with him over and over again until it just felt natural to officially couple up. He'd always been clingy, but back then you had eaten it up, loving the attention he always gave you. So what if he wanted to know what you were up to all the time? So what if he questioned you about every person you talked to or messaged? So what if he began to weedle his way into your life so much that it seemed like you two were attached at the hips? That just meant he loved and cared for you, right?

Things became a little strange after the two of you got married and started living together in Argentina. He followed you as soon as the two of you got out of bed, watching you as you got ready in the morning, insisting on shaving you and washing your hair and body for you. He even insisted on cutting your nails for you. Whenever you were in the kitchen and about to cook something, he'd nudge you away from the stove and never let you near anything remotely sharp, insisting he'd cook for the both of you. Every time you brought up learning the local language and finding a job to keep yourself occupied and bring in some extra income, he’d just chuckle at you and insist his hefty salary was more than enough to support the two of you and your beginner language books would mysteriously disappear the next day. But you were so lost in the honeymoon phase of your marriage that you just let it all slide with a giggle, convinced he was just that in love with you and that he just didn't want you to lift a finger. 

It wasn’t until one day while you had been taking a stroll around your neighborhood hand-in-hand with your lover that you began to realize Oikawa’s behavior might not be as innocent as you had thought. You had been distracted while looking down at your phone and didn’t notice the uneven sidewalk in front of you until you tripped and sprained your ankle. You hiss in pain as you try standing up, only to slump into Oikawa’s arms, your swollen ankle unable to support your weight. He lifts you in his arms as he walks back home and you curl into his chest, looking up into his face expecting to see worry and warmth, but you flinch when he doesn't even look down at you or say a single comforting word. 

The tension between the two of you grows thicker and thicker with every step you take until you feel like you’re suffocating as he gently places you on your bed. You try to sit up and reach out to the brunette, but you yelp when he roughly shoves you back down to the mattress, fury raging in his eyes. “You’re not leaving this bed unless you absolutely have to, unless I’m with you watching over you. Look at you. You can’t even walk without getting hurt!” Stunned speechless, you just stare at him as he then grabs your phone and shoves it in his pocket claiming he needed to keep it away from you for your safety because ‘it’s a dangerous distraction’. Rage lances within you and you try to lunge at him in an attempt to retrieve your device, but you cry in pain when a strong grip wraps around your injured ankle. 

Ice cold fear begins to freeze the fire burning within you and you shiver as you stare into chocolate brown eyes. You stiffen as he finally releases your ankle and joins you on the bed, but Oikawa’s had years of practice of knowing exactly what to say to have you wrapped around his finger and with a sweet melody of reassurance, comfort, and love, you melt into his arms once again. Why had you even been afraid? Oikawa was just looking out for you because he loved you. And you loved him.

A few days pass and you yawn as you flip through a book Oikawa has chosen for you. You look at the clock on the wall as your stomach growls. He’s late and you haven’t eaten since he left much earlier that morning. You know he wants you to stay in bed until he’s back, but surely he wouldn’t mind if you grabbed a light snack, right? Confident the man you love wouldn’t want you to be hungry, you gingerly make your way to the kitchen, limping on your good ankle. You're slicing some cheese to go with the crackers on the counter when the sudden opening of the front door startles you and you slightly nick your finger with the knife in your hand. Grimacing, you quickly reach for a paper towel to wipe the blood just as your husband enters your home and sees you. 

You turn to cheerily greet him home, but you recoil at his clenched jaw and the way he grits his teeth. “Why are you out of bed?” Your mouth opens and you try to stutter a response, but his eyes narrow at the crimson spot forming on the makeshift bandage around your finger. It only takes him a couple of long strides before he’s grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to your shared bedroom. You try to tug your arm back, telling him to slow down as shards of pain jar you with each step you tack on your bad ankle, telling him to soften his grip as you begin to lose feeling in your hands from the lack of circulation. But he doesn’t even acknowledge you as he continues to haul you until you’re once again slammed back down on your cushioned prison. 

You barely recognize the man on top of you anymore as his face twists in malice and venom coats every word that leaves his mouth. “I told you to stay in bed and look at what happened because you didn’t listen!” You panickedly stutter that it was just a small cut and that there’s nothing to worry about, but your voice breaks off in an agonized scream as he latches onto your injured ankle and begins to twist it. “I can’t trust you to listen to me. I can’t trust you to keep yourself safe. You’ve given me no choice. I’m going to make sure you can’t move without me.” You hardly have the time to register what exactly he’s implying before there’s a resounding cracking sound and you howl as a pain you’ve never experienced before envelops you. Needless to say, you don’t move an inch off that bed as your broken ankle struggles to repair itself. 

The next two months are agonizing. You’re finally seeing Oikawa for what he really is and you begin to loathe the feeling of his skin against yours. Words that used to be so soothing to you now make you curl in on yourself in disgust. Actions that used to be comforting now feel smothering. But what choice do you have? You can’t do anything by yourself and you just slump helplessly as he carries you from room to room, as his hands linger too long on you in the shower, as he thrusts into you night after night. The only freedom you have is your tears and you quietly weep when his arms entrap you and he raves on and on about how much he loves you and how everything he does is for you. 

Hope begins to thrum within you when your ankle fully heals and your mind starts planning, strategizing, thinking as soon as you're given the all clear by the doctor. You don’t even fight Oikawa as he insists on still carrying you around despite the fact that you’re more than capable of walking yourself and you’re still lost in thought when he deposits you onto your bed. It’s only the slam of a drawer and the scent of Oikawa far too close to you that has you looking up and when you see what’s in his hands, you immediately scramble away, trying to put as much distance between you and the monster next to you as you can. 

When Oikawa reflects on the moment, he’ll admit you put up a good fight. You got a few strong jabs in and one solid kick and your nails left quite the marks on him. But it doesn’t take him long to restrain you and you whimper in humiliation at the furry, pink hand and ankle cuffs now adorning your limbs and spreading you on full display for hungry eyes. You clench your eyes in denial as Oikawa coos at you telling you how pretty you look for him, how good you’ll be for him and when he forcefully brings you to your peak over and over again that night, you feel something inside of you break as you lie there and take what he gives you.

Your trip down memory lane comes to a screeching halt as your bedroom door swings open. You don’t even bother turning your head, instead choosing to close your eyes as an all too familiar pair of lips affectionately capture yours. “I missed you, Y/N-chan.” You shudder as a lean, muscular figure situates itself between your legs. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

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just let me adore you | s.m

my third fic this month! this is absolutely NOT like me!! 

Requested ‘fluff’ from this prompt list:

34: you look so comfy and cuddleable

40: I’m not going to get sick you baby. Just let me hold you, can we just stay in bed

The call cuts off and she lets out her longest sigh of the day. It’s her fourth time calling him in a row, when otherwise, it’s him doing the calling. 

She let off the calls and texts the last few days, their relationship was still so fresh how dare she appear clingy to this beautiful boy she’s liked for as long as she can remember? As soon as they put a tag on it, the years of knowing each other, and the knowledge of each of their tricks and tactics went out the window. Three months in and they still act like teenagers with their first crush. Not that there is anything wrong with teenagers and crushes, but they’ve both already lived through that phase of life, why are they back here again? 

She racks her brain for alternatives, then furiously rubs at her temples as if that would make her thoughts come through easier. She could call up their friends, see if they’ve heard something from him in the last week. She hadn’t seen him for 7 days, his last message was 4 days ago. She could march over to his house but again … they’ve only been together together for three months. She’s not sure if she’s allowed to go knocking on his door without notice. Then again what if he’s in danger and she is the only one who thought about saving him? What if she is his only hope? He is the current Prince of Pop, the people wanting to cause harm to him must be endless. 

She scoffs at her usual downward spiral. Everyone in the world is not out to get him. He’s worked with her through her panic multiple times, so if he knew how much she worried about him why not just give her a heads up that he’s alive and safe? 

His apartment is really just twenty minutes away from hers after all, she could go over - she should go over. She purses her lips while looking at her black phone screen, as if staring at it hard enough will just, you know, make him call. But that’s not how the world works. And so she marches to her room to collect her bags, picks up her keys on the way, and sets off to his house. 

She used to do this all time, earlier - showing up unannounced. They’d spent a better part of three years being strictly friends. Nothing more. Except the times she would catch him staring at her a bit longer than what seemed normal, or when she would put in extra efforts to dress up when she knew she would be seeing him. They had been introduced through friends, an effort to club their friend groups into one large social circle, and they didn’t have a lot in common, but that’s what worked for them. They lived each other’s lives through the other’s eyes, and sometimes, that’s all you need in a friend. 

Unfortunately, most times they saw each other outside of their respective flats, there was alcohol involved. And bottled feelings and bottles of alcohol never really mix well. They used to play this game, they used to order drinks for each other, with the promise that the other would have to finish the drink, and the swear was on their friendship. A year and a half or so of knowing each other later, they found themselves exchanging kisses in dark corners of clubs and pubs, a glass of whatever they bought each other in hand. 

Soon enough, they didn’t need the liquid courage. Although it was the sort of thing that everyone knew of and no one said aloud, they kept their distance in front of their friends and the sneaking around never really ceased. And what their friends don’t know, didn’t hurt them. As if their friends didn’t know why or how they always arrived and left together. As if they didn’t notice that after a while she had chosen to stop bringing her car to these parties altogether because she knew she would ride back with him anyway. 

At some point, a boy she knew from university, a far off member of said social circle asked her out. And quite boldly so. In front of all their friends and at their favourite bar. She brushed it off, said she wasn’t interested. But he persisted. And that’s where Shawn stepped in. Gently, yet firmly, pushed the guy back from closing in on her so publicly. He said she wasn’t interested and he should have listened the first time. He asked him to learn. To do better. Then took her hand and left the place. 

The car was silent for the first time in all the rides they’d taken together. She didn’t like it. But she also didn’t have the guts to ask what all of that was about until she realised that he wasn’t driving to her place, he was straight on his way to his. 

She softy asked about why they were going to his, and his eyes widened as if he hadn’t realised that himself. He spluttered for a second, and then ‘fessed up. He felt she was the safest if she stayed over at his that night - if she was okay with it. He knew he sounded like a hypocrite, making her decisions for her and all, but just this one time, he couldn’t reign it in. 

She didn’t say anything back then, just linked her fingers through his on the centre console and leaned back against the headrest. He took it as a sign and brought her home. That night, they slept the best either of them ever had. 

The next morning, she asked him to be hers, and that was that. 

Three months in, though, she’s pulling up to his apartment and she’s more nervous than she was the first time she met him. It’s the fear of the unknown, really. What if he had another girlfriend on the side this whole time and he didn’t tell her so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings. She’s been cheated on before, she knows how gullible she is. It was really not hard for her past boyfriends to sneak around. But Shawn’s not like that. Or is he?

Riding up the elevator she send up a quiet prayer to anyone who was willing to listen. Please let me still be with him at the end of the night, I can’t lose him. 

She walks out of the lift as if she’s headed for war. Her head is spinning already but really, what was she expecting if she so suddenly decided to confront the panic she had been wallowing in for days now?

She took in a deep breath, and knocked on his door, patiently waiting for whatever was on the other side. She could take it (could she?). She would put on a brave face and confront - his mom?

“Babe! It’s so nice to see you here!” The older woman exclaimed, gently pulling her into a hug and rubbing her back, like she did with her son. “Shawn didn’t tell me you were coming over, I would’ve made some food for you as well!”

“Oh I - didn’t actually tell him I was coming over, Miss Rayment, he-“ it is okay, you can talk to her, she knows you are together and she loves you through it all, just keep talking, “He hasn’t really answered my calls or texts these last few days, I didn’t know what was wrong so I came over.” She winced finally, somewhat ashamed for showing up. 

“Is that so?” Karen frowned a little, letting go of her and finding her way into the kitchen. “Babe, he’s been sick for a week, it was the stomach bug, but then his body was heating up, too, and I called him on the second day of it - he didn’t sound too good and you know what mums are like, I packed a bag and drove right over. We had him speak to a doctor over the phone, thank god he doesn’t have any events lined up anytime soon, because the meds keep him knocked out for most of the day. I did expect him to call you, though.”

“Yeah, me too,” she whispers, her face growing hot with embarrassment, and she didn’t know why. “May I go up and see him? Is he awake?”

His mom smiles and nods, saying she’ll be down here if they need her. 

She silently pads her way up the stairs of his penthouse, cursing herself for thinking the worst of him while he just lay here drugged up and sick. She felt sorry for him and for herself, too. Why couldn’t she have figured this out sooner?

Before she knows it she’s standing outside his room, and there’s no turning back. She softly knocks twice, and waits for a response she isn’t sure she would receive. She turns the doorknob gently, aware of the slight creak it usually lets out. 

The room was darker then usual, the curtains to his floor to ceiling windows were drawn shut, and there was one nightlight glowing softly in the corner of the room. It took her a second to make out his figure under the lumps of the duvet pulled over him. She felt sadder than she did a second ago, thinking of how uncomfortable he must’ve been these last few days and how she wished she could just take it all away. 

There was a tiny empty spot on the bed next to his torso, she found a place for herself there. The covers were pulled up to his chin, his hair looked messier than it did usually and he looked so much younger, as if he was at peace even when his body wasn’t. 

She snaked her pinky through his, through the hand that was peaking out from under the layers of warmth. His lips parted slightly, hand curling around hers even when he continued to sleep. This was their secret move every time they were in public. Like a silent hi, I’m here when they couldn’t say it aloud. 

She peppered a few kisses to his forehead, light enough to not awake him, but dusty enough so he knew they were there. She saw his face scrunch just for a second, smiling to herself because of how much of a baby her big, strong boyfriend really was. It was adorable. 

She wanted to test how far she could go before he woke up. She smirked a little at the thought, remembering the last time she had stayed over at his, just last week, on this same bed. There wasn’t a lot of sleeping that happened that night. 

She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and she got the exact reaction she got every time. His lips puckered against hers for a second before falling into a deeper sleep, lips parting again. Her heart warmed and she almost awww ed for real, but he was still sick, and still needed rest, so with one last long look at her love, she left the room again. 

Downstairs she found his mom on the phone on the pretty white couch everyone loved so much, patiently waiting for her to hang up. 

“What’s up, he still sleeping?”

“Yes… I was thinking I could make something for dinner since you’ve cooked this whole time?”

“Oh, you really don’t have to I could just -“

“No, please, I want to. Is soup and garlic rice okay with you?”

It was the first real meal she had learned when she was 16, and it was her signature. Everyone loved it. You couldn’t possibly go wrong with it. When his mum smiled and nodded as a reply, she knew they loved it too after she brought it home to them when they visited for Christmas. 

She went into the kitchen, happy to see most of the ingredients she would need. This would be a different case if his mum hadn’t come over, she would’ve only found fruits and frozen meat and some form of soda or beer in his fridge. 

She could cook this one with her eyes closed, so she was done relatively quicker. Just an hour later she was eating dinner with his mum, catching up on lost time. 

After the dishes were dried and put up, his mum asked if she was going to spend the night. She wanted to, but she also didn’t wish to overstep. She said she would wait till Shawn was up and had dinner and then leave. Karen understood and gave her a warm hug, a kiss to her head and found her way to the guest room. 

In the meantime she found the few books she had left at his house for him to read - as he had specifically asked, and she knew he hadn’t even touched the covers - and cuddled into the throw he usually had by the couch. 

When he come down the stairs an hour and 7 chapters later, he looked like the most beautiful train wreck. His cheeks were flushed red from the sleep and his body heat that she hoped had stabilised, and wasn’t increasing anymore. He wore a black muscle tee and gym shorts, yawning and making his way into the kitchen slowly, and it hurt to see her otherwise tough guy be this fragile. 

She waited for him to notice her. It was another challenge they had between them, he prided himself in how attuned he was to her, he could walk into a room and sense if she was there, too. Usually she would hide and try to throw him off but he found her, always. Which is why when he froze in front of the stove and let out a choked breath (it was probably a gasp but, you know, he is sick right now) and turned around, she couldn’t help but grin like a lovesick fool. 

“What.. are you?” He stuttered, his voice down several decibels, a throaty rasp which, in any other condition would’ve sent chills down her spine. 

“Heard someone was sick,” she sighed, putting her book down and joining him in the kitchen. “You hungry? I made dinner. The garlic will do good for your throat and tummy.”

“And mom?” She turned around to reheat the soup and toss around the rice a bit more. 

“We ate and she went to bed.”

“Are you mad at me?”

She finally looked at him, looking like a wounded puppy sitting by the breakfast bar. It was hard to stay mad at him, but she would hold her ground this time. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, Shawn?” He only ducked his head down, looking anywhere but her. So great, now he’s sick AND guilty. 

Shawn liked being taken care of - but he hated people having to worry about him. He hated being the subject of someone’s concern - especially those closest to him. He liked knowing that there were people who had his back but he hated having to use that support for anything. It made him feel guilty and incapable - a habit she was trying to rid him of since their first year of knowing each other. 

“Didn’t want you to worry.”

“So you worried your mum who lives an hour away?”

��No she was… going to come over anyway.”

“No she wasn’t. Just last week you said she probably wouldn’t come over for a bit because she had things to finish back at home. She told me during dinner, too. So what’s the real reason?”

She plated three scoops of rice and a bowl of soup and passed it over the counter to him, then sat down right where she was. He felt like that was a kick to his lungs. He would say guts but his lungs were weaker at the moment. She never, ever passed up an opportunity to sit next to him, to be pressed up to him, and looking at her settle herself so far away from him (four feet away is quite far when you’re in love) let him know he really messed up this time. 

“Didn’t want you to think I’m weak,” he mumbled around a spoonful of rice to make sure he didn’t hear him correctly. She did, though. 

“You falling sick would make me think you’re weak? Are you out of your mind or are the meds that heavy in dosage?”

“Look it’s just - you’re so strong? You’re immune system is made of fucking metal. And then there’s me. I get a cold every few months even though it can seriously harm my singing. And then I get a fever or stomach bug or just - something - every few months and like - You deserve someone stronger. I didn’t want you to be bothered by this.”

“Okay so the meds are definitely still working their magic,” she muttered as he rolled his eyes. “You have got to be joking, Shawn, look at you! How on earth could I possibly find someone stronger than you? You picked the worst time to be insecure honestly.”

She glared at him but stayed silent to let him have a bit of the soup, pushing back the urge to smile as his face almost unclenched at the taste and his shoulders sank in relief. She was a good cook and she knew it. 

“You do realise that I would’ve been more than happy to come over and help you out? I came up to your room and you looked so comfy and cuddleable I would’ve jumped right in to sleep too had you not looked so sick. What even happened anyway?”

“The doctor said it was because of a weather change, it’s a common cold but the stomach bug might be the real problem. You know how you came over on Saturday and then I dropped you home and went out with the boys? I think the meat I had wasn’t so good. So he advised vocal rest and then said I should eat home as much as possible for the coming few days or weeks. That’s all.”

“And you called you mum? Why, doesn’t she also think you’re weak? Now that she still has to look after you?” She hit back in frustration, “Look, if you didn’t want me to come over, you could’ve just said so, but dropping off the face of the earth was not it and I was really fucking worried, so thank you.”

“But, baaaabe I said I’m sorry,” he whined, his face scrunching up again as if he was in physical pain. 

“I’m only mad because - Shawn, wouldn’t you have done the same for me? Why are the rules different for you?”

He pursed his lips as it fully sank in, she wasn’t mad, she was upset. And all that could’ve been avoided very easily but he did nothing to solve it. 

“I understand, and the next time something happens, you’ll be the first to know so you can come over and make me all this yummy soup and then you can yell at me a bit more for being so careless. But until then, please don’t be mad at me again?”

She glared at him for a bit longer until her resolve finally broke. There wasn’t really a way for her to stay mad at him still looking like so soft. She cleaned up after he was done eating some more, handing him his medicines like Karen had asked her to. 

She linked her pinky through his as they climbed up the stairs, suppressing a smile again as she saw him turn his head towards her with a look of wonder evident. He asked her if she was going to spend the night, she said she would only stay until he fell asleep because she still had work tomorrow, but she would drop in before and after. 

She got him into bed first, nicely tucking his head in in the many pillows he had, curls fluffing out at the top as he looked at her dreamily. She pulled the covers up to tuck herself in next to him as she usually did, only to have him slap his hand down on the covers, snatching them out of her hands. 

“What are you doing?!” His eyes grew wide as if what she did actually offended him. 

“uh, getting in with you?”

“I’m sick and you shouldn’t be getting in anywhere with me. I’ll get you a chair or something to sit in-” and he was already struggling to get up and out of bed when she calmly put her hands on his shoulders to push him down again. 

“Stop moving around so much, you don’t have the energy. I’m not going to get sick you baby and you’re not contagious. I already have sinusitis, you couldn’t possibly give me more of a cold than I’ve lived with my whole life. And your stomach bug won’t magically transfer to me. Just let me hold you, okay?”

He gulped nervously as she slipped in next to him, worry flashed across his features. But it melted away slowly as she tucked herself around him, her head coming to rest under his chin, over his heart as it always did. He hadn’t held his girl in a week. It felt good. 

“Can we just stay in bed, forever?” He mumbled sleepily. 

She snickered lightly, “I’m sure we can arrange that. Until then do you wanna watch something? Harry Potter, maybe?” She found his television remote by the bed, and pulled up his queue of movies on the screen. 

His eyes narrowed at her - “You don’t even like Harry Potter?”

She finally smiled at him, patting his cheek and settling down again. 

“It’s okay, I like you.”

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41 and 43 for the ask meme?

lol i decided to do all of them instead

re: the lioness and the wolf

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50 Questions to ask about your romance

Why do they care about each other? They begin with mutual admiration, then trust, then a sort of faith in each other's abilities that quickly turns allies into friends and finally lovers. She is disarming and clever and brave and (despite her own opinion of herself) very wise. He is compassionate and intelligent and world-weary, with a weight of guilt about him that Eirwen recognizes in herself.

Why should your reader care about them? They have a mature, reasonable, yet still complex relationship built on mutual respect and admiration and also have very good sex.

How do their friends feel about their relationship? Adaar, Dagna, and Cole (probably the people closest to them in Skyhold) are all supportive. Adaar is very happy for them and Cole likes how happy they make each other.

How do their families feel? Morrigan is the closest thing Eir has to family and she is not a fan of Solas. She didn't like Alistair either, though. I honestly don't know that she'd like any romance option for Eir because she is the sibling that immediately dislikes any of her sister's dates because 'men are stupid' and so is any woman Eirwen would be interesting in. If Eirwen's parents were alive they would definitely think Solas is too old for her (correct!) but otherwise find him neat.

What do they dislike about each other? Solas is absolutely baffled by how often Eirwen puts herself in serious danger and generally acts with little regard for her wellbeing. 'You throw yourself into battle like it's a duty', or something. She is frustrated by his tendency to be patronizing and to pick fights with Morrigan.

What do they argue about? Wardens, Solas being racist/out of touch/condescending, Eirwen making bad life decisions

What do they do together? Talk and talk and talk and wander around and drink wine and talk some more and light something on fire.

How often do they have sex? As often as Solas can handle because Wardens Fuck.

What is their sexual dynamic? Both are switches, but Solas leans more dominant and Eir is very happy either way.

Who initiates sex most often? Eirwen.

How physically affectionate are they? Very, though more in the sense of holding hands for a quick moment, standing close to each other, gossiping in the back of the party, etc. as opposed to literally hanging off each other all the time.

How do they act in public Vs in private? In public they are fairly mature and restrained. In private it does not take long for sex to start happening only to get interrupted by more talking.

What is their favourite kind of kiss? Solas loves kissing her hairline/forehead and she loves kissing his cheek. Both find each other's preferred kiss silly but love it anyway.

Who gets their way most often? It would probably seem like Solas does but Eirwen is just not that opinionated and usually gives up on arguments pretty quickly. When she does want something, she always gets it.

Where was their first date? Fighting a dragon in the Dirth Getting sad in the garden Getting trapped in the Fade Being petty in Halamshiral I'm not actually sure lol

How often do they go on dates? They go places and do dumb shit together often but I think their dreams are more like dates. So, very often.

Do they live together? Sort of. He spends a lot of time in her room because as far as I can fucking tell Solas does not actually have quarters in Skyhold and just sleeps on that ratty old couch like a loser. She has a bed, at least.

How long was their flirting phase? Several months, thereabouts.

How do they sleep when they're together? She CLINGS in their sleep and just puts most of her weight on him. He is so touch-starved that he usually just lets her unless she's cutting off his circulation.

Who is the most clingy? Physically, Eirwen. Emotionally, Solas.

Do they steal each others clothes? Not really, but I could see them doing it. If she had a particularly nice hat or something that she wasn't using I could see him taking it if he needed extra warmth. She'd definitely put on his shirt or something just to turn him on (which would work, because he's a pervert).

What petty opinions do they not agree on? Solas wants like six tablespoons of sugar in his coffee as well as creamer and Eirwen thinks it's fucking disgusting even though she has a sweet tooth, too. He also definitely likes red velvet cake and she thinks it's dumb. They agree that cream cheese frosting is incredible. Solas isn't into the concept of keeping an animal as a pet (he likes animals, just not pets) but Eirwen would definitely keep a shit ton of rescue critters if she could. She LOVES birds and would never remove a nest no matter how inconvenient, but the second one shits on his head he'd move it himself.

Why did they choose each other? Mutual respect, admiration, and intense physical attraction. She loves his arms and he loves her... everything (but definitely her breasts and butt, although he would never say that to anyone except her). Like if he were at the Hanged Man and Varric or Bull tried to push him on talking about sex with her he would not elaborate beyond it being good and happening often, and even that would be cloaked in implication. Even with a decent amount of alcohol he wouldn't say more than that she's beautiful. She, meanwhile, would immediately tell Sera he has a huge dick and is extremely good at oral, which would probably make Sera physically ill.

What is their biggest problem? She's dying and he's himself.

How do their jobs/education affect their relationship? lol. This would take a really long time to answer in full but it's hopefully clear in the story. He thinks it sucks that she's a Warden and that she had to go through the abuse of the Circle but knows she'd be a very different person otherwise. She's doing her best to parse through him being Fen'Harel because her frame of reference for elven culture is minimal. As members of the Inquisition, it brought them together and means she has her own quarters for them to bone in.

Do they share the same music taste? They would both definitely love a good fiddle.

Why did they meet? She was dying (a theme) and he rescued her and healed her. Interestingly, this was almost immediately after Wisdom died.

If they aren't together yet, why not?

What if the biggest challenge they have to overcome? Spoilers spoilers lol.

What is their most noticeable physical difference? She's very dark-skinned and he's fairly pale. Also, she has lots of lovely hair and he has none lol.

What are their opinions on marriage? Eirwen thinks it's dumb and Solas is indifferent because I imagine marriage was probably weird in elvhenan. But they'd do something informal to express their intentions of being together for a very long time. And Eirwen would be into the tax benefits.

What are their opinions on children? Neither of them has any interest in children of their own but they're both neutral on kids as a concept. I think Eirwen probably sees them more as tiny adults, though.

Is their relationship healthy? Why/why not? Yes. They are open with each other and clear about their wants/needs, or at least as much as possible given plot circumstances.

How do their past relationships affect them? I get the sense that Solas has a probably-unhealthy tendency to (lowkey?) worship those he loves. He probably had very few serious relationships, but I imagine each was monumental for him at the time. He feels very deeply and passionately and any losses he's been through make him want to protect her, which he cannot do. She is constantly reminded of Alistair, of how deeply she loved him and how thoroughly she believes she failed him. She tried for a long time not to get seriously attached to anyone else as a result. With Solas, she is trying to let go of that tendency to keep everyone at a distance.

Do they love each other, or are they in love? Both. He loved her before he was in love with her, but I think both happened for her at the same time.

Why should your readers root for them? They are essentially good people trying their best.

Do they both put an equal amount of effort into the relationship? I think Solas puts in a little more. He worships her, to some extent.

Who do they turn to when their relationship has problems? Themselves. They talk to each other unless it's something REALLY wild and plot-related that requires some inner calculations first.

Who does the most mundane household tasks? Solas in the evening, Eirwen in the morning.

What do they do when the other is mad? Eirwen uses humor to distract him, and if that doesn't work just lets him rant until he tires himself out. She doesn't get angry very often, so I don't know if Solas would have an immediate solution or reaction to her anger, which would lead him to be overly-logical and probably piss her off more. Then he'd feel really fucking bad and let her get it all out before doing whatever he could to make things better. Alternatively, they'd agree on whatever is pissing them off and just rant together and get all shitty until nobody else can stand to be around them. Then they'd fuck.

How do their flaws clash? She's too reckless for him and though he believes she'll be okay there's still a voice in his head that's like 'but what if she's not?' She thinks he's overreacting.

Why do you enjoy writing them? They both have such rich personal histories with fun parallels. They are equals, despite him being who he is, and see each other as such. She asserts her position as his equal in power and intelligence and refuses to let him doubt her capabilities, even in the interest of her own protection. Her wit and confidence ground him. They both need certainty and reassurance that they are more than what others see them as. They make each other feel whole.

What small quirks do they like about each other? From early on she's admired how gentle he can be with his hands even when he's upset. He loves how easily distracted she is by birds and flowers and miscellaneous wildlife and finds her infodumps about various critters extremely endearing.

What would a stranger think if they saw them out together? "Fucking apostates." Or, alternatively: "...Is that the Hero of Ferelden?"

How do they show the other that they love them? Physical affection and 'acts of service' or whatever. Doing little favors for each other and noticing the other's needs before they voice them.

What made them fall in love? Eirwen first felt a hint of something for him when she saw him helping the Vilbirn survivors. He first felt something when she turned into a fucking dragon. Over time, though, it was the slow realization that the other person genuinely cared for them and respected their abilities and experiences that made them truly fall in love.

Have they ever took a break?

What was their biggest fight about? ~*Wardens*~

What do they give as gifts? Food, because they both forget to eat. But also little love notes.

He is well-aware of their animal symbolism and kind of loves it. Like, he would call their story 'the lioness and the wolf' because he's a dramatic moron.

Sera: So, you and droopy?

Eir: Droopy? Hardly.

Sera: What --EWW hahahaha!

[bartallenisbae]

Starting over

I don’t own anything, including two characters Teka and Yoshino todoroki. Those two are owned by Ackerbang on instagram(check their account, it has great oc bnha characters). I asked for their(not sure if their a guy or girl) permission to use them in this and they were kind enough to allow it.

It was 8 pm at night when Endeavor grunted while putting his last piece of his costume on before walking through the door to see his fiance with her eyes closed while holding her young son in her arms. Their young 4-month-old son in her arms, his red hair had some spikes starting to grow in since he was born with a little amount of hair similar to his older half-brother Shoto. Endeavor was going to let them sleep but it was dangerous to be sleeping while holding a sleeping baby.

Sometimes he wondered how this happened so fast. After making so many mistakes here he was getting a fresh start with the most beautiful woman who never gave up on him, she was his happy ever after though he would never tell anyone that, he wasn’t an emotional guy.

With all the drama that led to this, she stood with him, she stood with him when the media called her the worst names because of how much younger she was compared to Endeavor, she stood with him at night when he woke up from another memory of his mistakes from the past, so when she asked for a kid he couldn’t say no. Was his family supportive? Understandably no, well Fuyumi had some trouble but after meeting (Y/n) she was more understanding.

When Endeavor met (Y/n) that was when he agreed for Rei and him to get divorced, (Y/n) never tried anything with him when he was married but he just fell for her. When his children found out their father was dating a young woman almost the same age of his oldest child, they weren’t happy. When Enji and (Y/n) got engaged, his children didn’t seem very supportive but they never tried to hurt (Y/n) or anything and she understood their anger wasn’t meant towards her but towards their father. The only kid of his that was supportive of them when they announced (Y/n) was pregnant was Fuyumi as the best and sweetest girl she was.

Enji softly smiled though ignoring his troubles and enjoying this moment seeing his love sleeping with their son on her arms. Their son, Oga laid peacefully with his tiny 4-month-year old arms holding his mother’s hand. The oldest Todoroki placed his hand on his fiance’s arm and gently shook her which woke her up after a few seconds. The young mother opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes to see Enji and smiled, “Hey there,” her voice was soft.

“Are you tired?” Endeavor asked, (Y/n) blinked for a second thinking of it but she shook her head no. She kissed Oga’s head and saw her little boy’s eyes open to show his bright blue eyes practically glow in the dark. Oga tried to move his arms a bit but had a hard time as he was only 4-months-old which made (Y/n) laugh a bit before her baby rubbed his face into her arms out of exhaustion and clinginess.

“He is clingy like you,” (Y/n) said, some friends had suggested that Oga was just going through the baby phase where he doesn’t want anyone other then his mama which (Y/n) agreed with since he hadn’t been this clingy before. The problem with that is the fact (Y/n) can’t have a second of peace when Oga is awake because he won’t accept anyone but her. Oga likes his dad enough though but if he sees his mama, he won't let her have a second alone. They learned that from experience after Enji was kicked in the face once when he was holding Oga while he was having a tantrum wanting his mom.

Oga also seemed to have a fascination with his older half-brother Shoto for some reason, he loved to grab his hair out of the rareness of the color but Shoto didn’t seem to care about Oga understandably so. Fuyumi loved Oga more then anything, whenever she visited she would say how cute he is and how much he looks like their dad though it was obvious she purposely dodged saying he looked like any of his brothers, especially Touya. The one who didn’t want to have anything to do with (Y/n) and/or Oga was Natsuo, he was literally engaged the same time his father was so it wasn’t hard to find why he never visited or called or anything, but the worst part was he had never even met Oga.

The older red haired Todoroki wished he could do more but with his job and knowing the only way his fiance could escape the clutches of the baby would be having to be in an area where Oga couldn’t see or hear her but she couldn’t stand the pain of leaving Oga while he is so young, oh the pain of being a first time mother. Enji looked to the side grumbling, “I’m not clingy, I’m protective,” his fiance giggled a little before looking at him.

“Well I love your ‘protectiveness,” Endeavor smiled and kissed her before looking at Oga stare at him before glaring at him almost and cuddling into his mama. (Y/n) looked at Endeavor in costume before realizing what time it was, “You need to be working, so go and help people, I’ll be fine,” (y/n) reassured Enji which he responded by nodding and leaving. Endeavor had thought the whole night in worry over his fiance, she literally had bags under her eyes since she didn’t get much sleep because Oga wouldn’t let her sleep.

When (Y/n) woke up she could smell something burning which made her shoot herself up and run to Oga’s room to see he wasn’t in his crib, she had never felt so panicked in her life. She ran to the kitchen since that was where the smell was coming from before seeing the number 1 hero Endeavor in his normal citizen clothes while cooking breakfast which was obviously burning as he mumbled under his breath. Oga was sitting with a smile on his face watching his dad get frustrated, he turned his head immediately seeing his mom holding her hand up to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

Oga cried to the top of his lungs to inform his mama he wanted her immediately, Enji turned to Oga to see what was wrong before seeing what caused his baby to start crying. He frowned with some red on his cheeks before speaking, “I wanted you to get some sleep so I wanted to make breakfast.” (Y/n) smiled and walked to Enji and kissed his cheek which held his scar before turning and picking Oga up, Oga started to mess with her shirt trying to get to his source of food.

“How did you keep him from noticing I wasn’t there?” (Y/n) asked, Enji looked at his cooking before responding, “I just closed our bedroom door and woke him up and walked past our room quickly so he wouldn’t think of you.”

(Y/n) turned to see the track Enji left, how did she not notice that? She didn’t really care since she just got a full 8 hours of sleep since...oh man she needed that sleep. Plus seeing her adorable fiance trying to cook next her baby just brightened up her day. Oga started to cry a bit out of annoyance of being hungry and his mother not giving him food. “This is the sweetest thing. I love you so much,” (Y/n) said with tears forming from her eyes as she hugged her fiance.

“It’s not a big deal,” Enji grumbled, (Y/n) giggled before finally noticing her baby that was hungry and clung onto her shirt. Oga’s red hair had a few spikes but was mostly smooth, his blue eyes was its usual vibrant color.

“It’s still super sweet,” (Y/n) said before kissing his cheek, Enji chuckled softly seeing his love’s sweetness. In that moment, the number 1 hero was at peace...even if the food was burning.

(Y/n) had Oga on her hip while bouncing up and down a little bit while thinking of what to do next, she could start cooking or give Oga some toys while she tried to clean but she didn’t trust him to not try to sit up while his mama wasn’t looking. Oga was starting to stop crying before hearing someone knock on the door, Enji was at work a bit late looking for someone who had escaped prison or something and no one said they were visiting so who was at the door?

She walked to the door before looking through the door to see a gorgeous older woman with hair that looked to be similar to lava, it probably was lava, she had something about her that reminded her of Enji for some reason. (Y/n) looked at Oga who looked at the door before looking at her staring at her. (Y/n) opened the door with some worry since she didn’t know this woman but she looked like a nice older woman, “Hi, do you need something?” (Y/n) asked thinking maybe she was lost or something, the woman with lava hair was about to speak before seeing Oga looking back at her but after a second she spoke with a very graceful and serious voice.

“Hello, I have some business in the city and thought I could visit. I’m assuming that Enji hasn’t told you much about me, has he?” She asked, (Y/n) shook her head no before hearing the woman sigh.

“I’m Enji’s mother, Teka. I...was hoping to see my new grandson,” (Y/n)’s eyes widened before remembering her in a photo around the house, it was an almost hidden picture oddly enough as it normally just sat in the corner of his work space close to his computer that he used when he had extra work. The picture had Teka when she was younger next to a man who was practically a replica of Enji’s son Natsuo with black hair and dark eyes. (Y/n) shook her head for a second after losing herself in thought.

“Wow, I’ve never met you before, I’m (Y/n) but you probably already know that. This is Oga,” (Y/n) introduced herself before moving to allow Teka into the house. Teka walked in so elegantly with a stare that had daggers ready at any moment, there is no doubt she was a Todoroki. She looked around the house with the exact same glare Enji had while in thought.

“It seems he is doing well for himself,” Teka said while looking at the pictures around the house before sitting on the couch like royalty.

“I don't know whether or not this is rude but ugh...why hasn’t Enji talked about you before?”(Y/n) wasn’t good at holding any thoughts in. Teka closed her eyes and looked at Oga, (Y/n) then realized something...Enji is so much like his mother.

“I’m so sorry if I upset you!” (Y/n) apologized sweetly to the ex-model woman, (Y/n) froze for a second after hearing the lava haired woman laugh.

“You remind me so much of him. You're so calm and positive, just like Enji’s father,” Teka said almost in a different world as she looked at her before looking back at Oga. (Y/n) realized Teka wanted to hold him but didn’t know how to properly ask...Enji did the exact same thing when Oga was born. (Y/n) smiled and offered Oga to her which Oga turned his head looking at his mama basically threatening to start crying before Teka smiled and took her grandson.

“He doesn’t normally like other people holding him,” (Y/n) said feeling a bit like she was interrupting the grandma and grandson. Oga was totally calm as he stared at the woman with lava hair.

“He is as big as Enji was at this age,” Teka said with a laugh feeling the weight of the baby boy in her arms. (Y/n) could almost feel Teka in deep thought over something, maybe thinking of when she was holding Enji at this age. She then realized Oga was squirming a bit, “Oh Sorry if he is being fussy, he is going through that phase where he doesn’t like anyone but me holding him. It’s a bit of a problem but he’s getting better,” (Y/n) said, Oga looked at his mother now almost challenging her. After she said that Oga pretty much made her look like a liar as he froze looking at her in silence.

“Ok, now he is just being stubborn. He is turning out like his father,” (Y/n) said with a frown on her face looking at her baby. Teka smiled and ran a hand through her grandson’s hair before hearing (Y/n) speak again.

“So like what happens with you go to beaches, does your hair like change or-”

“-What are you doing here?” They turned to see Enji standing at the doorway staring at Teka. Teka sighed and gave Oga to (Y/n) before turning to Enji.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble, I assumed you wouldn’t let me see my new grandson,” Teka said with the same glare that Enji shared as (Y/n) practically cowardard in the back.

“Just leave,” Enji said, Teka nodded before leaving the house which left (Y/n) and Enji alone with Oga in (Y/n)’s arms.

After (Y/n) put Oga into his crib she walked into Enji and her bedroom to see him sitting with his laptop on his lap. After the event that happened Enji was silent. (Y/n) went behind Enji and put her arms around him and put her head on his shoulder.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything but if I had a choice I would talk to her again,” (Y/n) said, Enji sighed and put a hand on his love’s head.

“I love you,” Enji said

[ghostlywritten]

Too Nice To Say Goodbye

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A random urge to type on my phone during my half an hour train ride, let’s do this. Not edited.

You grabbed his hand as soon as he rounded the car and he smiled sweetly at you, leading the way up to your friend’s apartment. Clinging on his arm you watched the door open, revealing Johnny along with Haechan craning his head over his shoulder. 

“Welcome to my realm!” the taller boy greeted cheerfully, gesturing for you to get inside. You ignored the disdainful glance Haechan shot at you, used to his rather rude behaviour; you knew he didn’t really mean it and was just trying to be funny…most of the time. 

Taking off your shoes without letting go of your boyfriend’s arm you followed him into the living room. A chorus of greetings hit you from everywhere, the whole NCT127 nation having gathered up with their respective friends and girlfriends. Mark’s eyes lit up when he saw Yeri, one of his best friends. “Hey girl,” he greeted her dorkily, gently wiggling out of your grip to hug her properly. You stood there hanging on air for a second before you quickly looked around for a place to sit, making yourself comfortable next to Taeil, who had enough space left for two on the couch. 

“Hey, long time no see. How are you doing?” the eldest asked politely, his soft voice relaxed as he gave you a small smile. You always liked Taeil for being the rather quiet and a little awkward guy he was, setting everyone at ease with his mere presence without even knowing. 

“Really good. Work and college has been stressful but the exam phase is over for now and I only have a few essays left to write,” you replied, ranting about the hard exams and whatnot as the boy listened attentively. Caught up in replaying every detail it took you a while to notice that Mark had never sat down next to you but instead decided to settle on an armchair with Yeri. A seat definitely not made for two. 

You looked at them questioningly, trying to catch Mark’s eyes. He raised his eyebrow in inquiry and you patted the empty spot next to you as an invitation. Flashing his adorable dimpled smile he went to get up and join you when Haechan promptly plopped down next to you, almost crushing your hand if you hadn’t reacted fast enough. Ignoring your weird out expression (since when did he voluntarily sit next to you?), he yelled out a “Come on, start the movie already!” and caused everyone to stop their chatter and focus on the TV screen. 

You giggled as Taeil rolled his eyes at the younger’s antics, making yourself comfortable as Johnny dimmed the lights. 

“Do not touch me with your girl germs,” Haechan ordered sassily, making a face at you. You grinned, latching onto his arm jokingly, “Why? You don’t like cuddles? Your poor future girlfriend.” 

“Yah, let go. No one likes a clingy girlfriend,” he whined loudly as he batted against your grip, several shushes causing him to drop his voice. 

“Please, you would be the clingiest boyfriend. I can already tell,” you commented light-heartedly, “You would love a girlfriend that wants to cuddle.”

“I would love a girlfriend that knows how to take a hint and back off,” he shot back and usually you would give it no heat but the knowing look in his eyes made you falter. He snatched his arm out of your loosened grip, adjusting himself so you wouldn’t touch anymore whilst you pondered on his words. What did he mean with that? Were you too clingy? You were an affectionate person, there was surely nothing wrong with it. 

You mentally shook your head, waving his comment off. Maybe Haechan really didn’t like his girlfriend being overly affectionate, but you weren’t his. You were Mark’s girlfriend and he was different…right?

Chancing a glance at him, you noticed he was watching the movie, content with Yeri’s head on his shoulder. ‘Yeah, he is definitely okay with affections,’ you thought. It never crossed your mind that maybe he just didn’t like your affections. 

But your doubts started developing from then on. You started paying extra attention on Mark’s reactions whenever you two were together, trying to find any kind of discomfort. He would always smile; when you hugged him in bed, when you cuddled against his shoulder on the couch watching TV, when you clung onto his arm as you walked around. There was never a displeased expression, a frown or anything so you could have brushed it off. 

But you were looking for the wrong hints and the false assumptions unknowingly revealed the actual issue; he wasn’t initiating anything. He would never hug you first, never reach out for you, never try to kiss you anymore. It was mind blowing how you hadn’t noticed before. You couldn’t even pinpoint when he started being off, too besotted with him to realise something was wrong. 

Was there something wrong? Nothing major ever happened to cause any kind of drift between you two. You never fought, you always gave in when there was even a mild banter, not wanting to make him upset. So why was he?

‘No,’ you reassured yourself, ‘he isn’t upset. He would have surely told me.’ But you thought back on Haechan’s comment about your clinginess and wondered if maybe that was an issue. Because as much as you didn’t want to upset him, he didn’t want to either, being the nice guy he was. He would probably never tell you if you were being too much. Your heart dropped slightly at the thought as you sat on the couch in your flat, waiting for Mark to come back with the popcorn. Were you being too clingy? Was he put off by it? You bit your lip. What if he got annoyed with you and would want to break up? 

But Mark was too nice to break up. And maybe that was the problem. He was too nice. 

“Here we go,” he announced his arrival, a huge bowl of sweet popcorn in his hands that he immediately handed over to you with his smile. Usually the mere popping of his cute dimples would make you smile back and melt, but the thoughts whirling around in your mind caused you to force out a brief grin before you focused on the popcorn. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, paying no attention to your odd behaviour. You weren’t even touching him, by now you were half-draped over him already. 

You cringed slightly. You were really overly affectionate. “Just put on whatever you want.”

“Toy Story marathon it is,” he cheered jokingly and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Throughout the night you didn’t initiate one touch and alas you didn’t touch each other at all. 

The next time you met up with the whole friend group was two months later. The distance between you and Mark was clear as water as you stood waiting for the door to open. During the two months you had reduced your clinginess to the maximum minimum possible - excluding the mornings you woke up with your arms around him (sleep moving didn’t count). Mark never gave any indication that he noticed you distancing yourself, content and nice as ever but still without any initiating from him. You couldn’t remember when your last kiss happened. Or your last actual hug. 

Johnny opened the door, cheerfully welcoming you inside as usual. You smiled half-heartedly at him and Haechan behind him, the latter raising his eyebrows as he looked between you and your boyfriend. More specifically at the space between you two. 

“We gonna start with House M.D., it’s gonna be a long night,” Johnny announced as you sat down on the couch after greeting everyone, Mark settling down next to you with an arm over Yeri’s shoulder- Hold up. You stared at him holding his friend close, watching something on her phone as they laughed together. ‘Not even a minute and they are hugging and I can’t even get a simple hand holding for two months?’ Swallowing tightly, you took the offered glass of coke with a small smile, trying not to show how upset you were. It was silly to be so petty and Haechan would have a field day again mocking you.

Speaking of the devil, he settled himself down right next to you with a too wide grin, “Finally got the hint, didn’t you?” 

“What do you mean?” you said more than asked, sourness clear in your voice. He chuckled, “Come on, everyone can see he is not into you anymore. Look the way he is with Yeri and then think about how he is with you…” You thought back on the last few weeks. Even though you were practically never alone since Mark would always sleep at your flat, you had felt the loneliest. And seeing him not being shy about any skinship with another girl struck you hard. 

“You are right,” you muttered softly, tears gathering in your eyes. 

“Of course I a- oh,” Haechan cut himself off when he saw your state, alarmed. You swallowed the tears away, blinking several times in hopes of batting them away as the young boy next to you stammered. He was never good at handling crying girls or crying in general. “Hey, I was just joking. Mark loves you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you said, causing him to clamp his mouth shut. You knew it then. Mark didn’t love you anymore. He was just too nice to tell you. 

Part II

Help me Get Coffee Support?

[btsandvmin]

I feel like vmin have been sexually involved for a very long time (since debut or before) but only recently started to realize that it was more than just friendship. BV 2017 seem to have cause a shift in their bond because it was Tae admitting his feelings in a way. Then they started to be physically close on camera way more (holding hands), and now, well, they are glued together and have been for the past few months. Maybe they are still figuring it out, but it looks deeper than friendship. (1)

(2) About BV2, it’s been discussed before by many that there was an awkward tension between Vmin in 2017 and some part of 2018. To me, it could be that they were trying to work out their relationship… If there was no label to it before, but one was ready to be more involved, it was probably hard to deal with it. Just a theory though. 

Hi and thanks for this ask, I always find it interesting to see other people’s views of Vmin and thoughts on their relationship. That being said, I personally haven’t seen anything that indicates these things about Vmin. But I don’t know what you base this on, so maybe I’ve missed something.

Now for me personally, if we consider Vmin being involved in some way I personally think it started early just like you said, but it’s difficult for me to see it as purely sexual. Even then the friendship they had was really strong and they spent a lot of time together, so I suppose it could have been a friends with benefits kind of thing, but at least looking at Taehyung’s behavior it really seems more like a proper crush rather than simple attraction. For example the tweet from Tae with “I only have you” doesn’t seem like something you would do with someone you have a strictly sexual relationship with. So I personally don’t think that if they already had something back then it would have been only sexual. Then at least for me it seems more likely that it was all platonic.

Also I think it’s super hard to really know when (if) they started some type of relationship, but what I can say is that there were a lot of indications early on from Taehyung that he was very interested in Jimin and wanted his and Jimin’s bond to be special. There are also interesting reactions and things they said and did, as well as members downplaying them or separating them. So at the very least the members have been careful about not showing “too much” since early on. They also seemed to always share rooms and even shower together so there are definitely suspicious things for Vmin since way back.

There are however a few things that have me wonder if they did actually start something or not, which is things like Tae asking or saying “Jimin seems to like men.” which would maybe be a little odd to say if he himself was already involved with Jimin. On the other hand he said this during I need you promo in 2015 so who knows, maybe he said it because he would want people to know? Not because he himself wanted to know? My view of Vmin’s different attitudes and personalities makes me feel like Taehyung would want to show everything, kind of shout out his love for Jimin from the rooftop if he only could, while Jimin seems much more dismissive and careful. Even back then acting crude, like how he answered Taehyung’s “You seem to like men.” with “I don’t like you” for example, or using the “your breath smells” excuse etc. It was a lot like Jimin was either  endeared or annoyed with Taehyung, with Jimin’s varied responses making it difficult to read what would lead to these odd moments. He still does this, as you saw in the Rkive vlive.

With Taehyung just his general behaviour from a lot of 2013-2014 seemed to be a bit like a “puppy love” and wanting Jimin’s attention but it could very well be a sort of “honeymoon phase” as well just that Jimin hid it better. Because Taehyung has really been all about Jimin since the start and even if Vmin isn’t real the odds that Taehyung has or had some type of crush on Jimin seems likely to me.

Regarding changes in their relationship I personally think 2016 is interesting to look at, because while the moments skyrocketed and they seemed clingier than ever they also stopped with doing vlives together, which as you all know is something I find very weird. I think popularity could be one reason behind why they stopped doing vlives, it’s also possible that this was a time when they decided to perhaps let more people know (besides members) about their relationship? Which could lead to different behavior if for example Big Hit got involved. It’s also possible they reached a point here were they decided to become more serious, but like I said, considering other love confessions from early on I don’t think they would have been only involved sexually until this point.

I believe the fact that Taehyung was struggling with filming Hwarang as well as the loss of his grandmother made Jimin extra attentive and that his attempts to comfort also made Vmin become more physical in front of cameras. Bon Voyage also showed us how difficult it seemed for them to be apart and later in the year during BST promo they were basically glued together. This was also a time when a lot of people started to ship Vmin romantically. I would like to call their behavior here their actual “honeymoon phase” if it wasn’t for the fact that they did a lot of things way before this. But in short 2016 and the start of 2017 has some of the most intense Vmin interactions and super clingy behavior. Tae’s head was really only filled with thoughts of Jimin around this time.

I think Jimin tends to be less careful if he feels Taehyung’s needs being dire enough. Which is also why I think in times like BV3 in Malta he is less careful both because of what Taehyung went through as well as because he himself missed Tae so much it was hard to hold back. TImes like these then seems like they could lead to them becoming more comfortable with being affectionate in front of cameras.

I also think Vmin likely monitor themselves and for example if they notice they can get away with something, let’s say holding hands, because they have already done it and fans didn’t make a big deal out of it, I think they would continue doing it. This is why I think Vmin gradually becomes more bold with doing things. The jumping hugs are another example, if they get away with it they seem likely to continue doing it. At first they can kind of hide it behind “comfort or fanservice” until they don’t need an excuse to do it any more because people have become accustomed to the behavior. The exception here would be kissing, which we have only seen Jimin do once, and that too was at a moment where Taehyung was sad and I think Jimin’s need to comfort was greater than his fear of “doing too much.”

As for your point on BV2 and the awkward tension of 2017-2018 I see this time as a sort of adjustment period from being very used to being open and almost carefree (think BST or ISAC 2017) into suddenly having to limit themselves quite a lot. This was when BTS really hit it big for the first time, and people really started to dig into every single detail about them. It’s also possible that if Vmin perhaps came out to others during this time that it’s Big Hit’s involvement that could have lead to some changes between them, simply because they were asked to or advised to change certain things.I also think the general tensions and problems in the group (when they were even considering disbandment) could have a lot to do with how they all behaved. Not just with each other, but with everyone. 

A third possibility is that they started to film Burn the Stage during their Wings tour that started in February 2017. The dates match when Vmin’s supposed “falling out” or ”awkward tension” could have started and it wouldn’t surprise me if that is because they constantly had unfamiliar crew around them, observing them and knowing it was all filmed and would later release to the public.

Did you ever notice Jimin turning around to look at Taehyung when they first were told about filming Burn the Stage and sat and talked about it? It could be nothing, but still, it’s something I noticed.

Basically I think Vmin would have to be more careful than before because they wouldn’t just be surrounded by mostly their own crew, and it would also show them backstage for long periods of time, and even during private time as well. Having to constantly watch your behavior would probably leave them strained. This reasoning is also why I think they avoid being on Vlive together, it’s simply exhausting to constantly have to be careful and watch your words and behavior. It could also explain why we see Jimin and Taehyung clinging to other members much more during tours that has camera crews filming them back stage etc.

This turned out quite long, I hope you liked reading it. And remember that these are just some of my own personal hypothesis on what could have affected and shaped Vmin’s relationship and behavior. But it’s way too difficult to know anything for sure since we definitely don’t get the full picture.

Thanks for reading! :)

[cupidoargiades]

hello ! can i please request a one shot of changkyun, and jungkook (from BTS), based on the song ‘Who do you love?’ by Monsta X? And in the end, the reader ends up with changkyun? thank you in advance, sorry for the bother

A/N - first of all, ur not bothering me with sending requests! i like getting requests, that way i can write what my followers would like to see :) anyways, i lovelovelove this idea! it might end up to be a little long to create some more plot and tension, but i hope that's fine w/ u :) this took me quite a while, so i hope you like it! thanks for requesting <3

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pay the piper

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tw: angst, jealousy, y/n leading people on, foul language and violent fighting

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two crushes, two gorgeous, kind and perfect men, but only once choice to make. they were each so different, too, which didn't make everything easier. you could never compare the two; it just wouldn't be fair.

changkyun was so deep, and mysterious. whenever you talked to him, you felt like diving into a pitch black ocean, and the water was accepting you as if you were a mermaid in disguise. he listened to you when you felt like ranting, and understands how your mind works, but still, he's not emotionally invested like jungkook. well, he is emotionally invested, just in a different way.

jungkook, on the other hand, was much brighter at first sight. he has that 'sunshine' feel to him. if changkyun is a pitch black ocean, jungkook is the shining sun, casting diamond-like reflections on the waves. he'd take care of you, even when you didn't ask. he took responsibility for you, and made sure that your time spent with him was spent well. no arguments, just the two of you.

the fact that they were both your best friends didn't help either.

and another thing that didn't help, was that jungkook and changkyun didn't quite get along well, either.

that ends you up with three disadvantages, two crushes and one big question: who do you pick?

you ended up asking them both on two seperate dates: the same location, same time, same outfit, stuff like that. when the dates were over, you compared the two.

which one was more fun?

which one was more romantic?

which one needed just that extra little push for you to end up at his house?

which one was simply the best?

picking a man was still hard, however.

flirting was the next test. you were planning on finding out who would react the best to your 'accidental' touches and body language. which- simply ended up with another tie. they both reacted so differently, and that just made it hard to compare the two.

changkyun went along so well with it, squeezing your thigh back and basically undressing you with his gaze when you sat just a little too straight up. he definitely liked it, and just like the date, you two needed one more push for you to end up in his bed.

jungkook, however, was a little confused, but more than happy. he kept his focus on you, to find out what you were trying to do, but you and your perfect ways just had him in a daze. his young and innocent train of thought was disturbed by you testing him with that dress on.

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they noticed.

they know you're flirting with both of them, and now that they're in the same room, there's just this angry and jealous tension. you stood up to go to the toilet, and once you came back, you found them bickering about the littlest things.

"what's wrong?" you asked

"you know damn well what's wrong" changkyun mumbled under his breath. "what was that?" you asked, frowning ever so slightly. jungkook stepped in, saying "we- we think you're leading us on. both of us. the date, the flirting.. we know what you're doing, and one little thing: that's not cool. at all."

you felt your heart break a little.

"you know i love you" changkyun mumbled, his head down. if it wasn't for his trembling voice, you wouldn't have known he was silently crying in his lap.

"you know i've loved you for the past few months, but what do you do? try me out and test me like i'm a fucking guinea pig" he said, louder now.

you couldn't do anything but stand still, mouth hanging open just a little thanks to a loss of words. "changkyun, i'm-"

"i don't need your worthless excuses. don't you think it's funny how- how you manage to play with me like this, yet my love for you doesn't shrink an inch?"

jungkook just sits there calmly and lets changkyun rant, but on the inside the fire in his heart was being fed with gasoline; he wanted you that bad.

"i'm your fucking toy, just admit it." he demanded, having you shaking in your shoes. "listen- on my end it's not easy either..! i'm living with a crush on you and on jungkook, and i just had to find out-"

"which one was manipulated faster? good fucking try, y/n."

"can i finish talking?" "don't waste that pretty little voice on useless words" he answered, having you sigh and talk anyway. "i just had to find out which one of you i wanted more. that's all.." you said, realizing how bad that actually sounded.

"conciously leading us on, huh? as if that doesn't make things worse" he said, shooting his gaze up at you. his stare seemed to shut down your nerve system, it was that tense.

"i didn't mean it like that, i swea-"

"and you didn't by any chance mean to conciously break both my and jungkook's heart either?" he carelessly said, almost at a shout.

"no! of course i didn't! you two are my best friends- and i would never conciously break your hearts, you know i wouldn-"

"'you know i wouldn't'? save your empty lies, i do know you would conciously break my heart because that's exactly what you just did, over and over again!"

"changkyun, how about you let her finish speaking before you say something..?" jungkook tried, placing a hand on changkyun's tense shoulder.

"jungkook, how about you shut the fuck up, you insensitive asshole?!" he yelled back, not giving a damn about the neighbours that might be listening in. along with his voice raising, he stood up to tower over jungkook.

you felt scared for a second, and you felt the need to pull him back, yet you didn't.

you let changkyun shout at jungkook. the fire in jungkooks heart had lit a fuse, and the fuse had now reached the bomb. jungkook shot up out of his seat and pushed changkyun back, standing just a little taller than him.

tears rolled down your cheeks, as you just couldn't do anything but watch what you did. this was your punishment.

they shouted forbidden words at eachother, about how the one loved you more than the other, about how the one deserved you more than the other.

"so you're just gonna stand there and do nothing?!" changkyun yelled, pushing jungkook aside to now yell at you. "changkyun, lashing out on her won't help y-" jungkook started, but he was interrupted by a fist, changkyun's fist, landing on his jaw.

"don't tell me what to do, shitface"

you zoned out, thinking back at what you thought of them in the beginning of this whole fucked-up testing process. you compared those opinions to the ones you now had. you could finally make a choice, hoping he would still want you.

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"even though you screwed up big time a few years ago, with that whole 'who-do-i-love' phase, i love you." changkyun said, taking your hands.

you punched him lightly, making the both of you chuckle. "you said you wouldn't talk about this.." you said with a smile. "too bad, see this as my revenge"

"i really love you a lot, and i'm sorry for lashing out at you back then. i needed a break from you for a few weeks, but when i came back, you let me know i was worth your love again." he said, trying to keep his voice from quieting down to a soft and careful whisper.

"i love you, and i will fight for you for as long as it's needed. i can go on even longer about how much i love you- but i don't know.. that'd be too clingy, huh? then i'll end it here, but i promise that tonight i'll continue my vows, this was just chapter one" he chuckled.

"then," the marriage officiant said. "do you, y/f/n y/l/n take im changkyun as your life-long husband, and do you promise to share everything with him?"

"i do"

you could feel the smiles of both families burning into your back, as you stared into changkyun's eyed with great passion. now it was his turn. you could feel even jungkook smiled, who had now happily accepted the two of you being together, as he had found his own wife.

"im changkyun, do you take y/f/n y/l/n as your life-long wife, and do you promise to share everything with her?"

"i-.. i do"

"why'd you hesitate..?"

"i just can't believe that you picked me, is all" he said softly with that heartwarming dimple smile only he can do.

"you can now exchange rings" the marriage officiant said softly with a kind smile. the two of you looked at eachother, and you let him know he could go first with a nod.

he took the black, velvety box and opened it, showing you the shiny silver ring, decorated with black gemstones. it reflected his personality, so you could always carry him with you. he slipped it on your finger and kissed it for a short while, securing it into it's place. "it's beautiful.." "no, wifey, you are beautiful"

now it was your turn. you grabbed the slightly bigger box, and opened it slowly and teasingly, making the two of you, your family and friends chuckle a bit. "woah.." he mumbled as he stared at the silver ring, thicker than yours but also decorated with the same black gemstones. "that's- perfect" he said as you put it on his finger. "no, hubby, you are perfect" you said, smiling brightly.

"i hereby pronounce the two of you as husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride" he said, turning to changkyun.

he leaned in for a gentle but passionate kiss, and you could've sworn there was fireworks behind you. you thought the sound of fireworks cracking was all in your head until you turned to actually see literal firework. "god damnit changkyun, why do you make everything so cheesy and perfect..?" you whispered. "just because you deserve it all.."

[imnotinclinedtomaturity]

a kaleidoscope of butterflies (pt 1)

title: a kaleidoscope of butterflies summary: Everyone knows that playing in the snow is just a good excuse for cuddling for warmth afterwards (or, two times Dan and Phil cuddled for warmth) words: 2.8k rating: t warnings: none part: 1/2 genre: fluff, 2009/2018 prompt: phandomficfest bingo: cuddling for warmth

a/n: thanks to @auroraphilealis for being my writing buddy tonight and taking a break from her own fic to edit for me xx

The snow is bitingly cold, and if Dan wasn’t so enamored with Phil, there is no way he would have agreed to filming a damn snow adventure today. Still, no amount of infatuation can stop him from being visibly disgruntled after falling face first into the snow for a second time.

“Phil,” Dan whines. His voice is high and he’s flashing Phil the best puppy dog eyes he can. “I’m fucking freezing and now I’m sopping wet. Can we please go inside now?”

“Bear,” Phil pleads back, almost whining himself. “We’ve just got a few scenes left.”

Phil’s looking at Dan with his own version of puppy dog eyes, and even though he hasn’t technically asked Dan for anything, Dan finds himself caving in. It’s only been two months since Dan meet Phil in real life, and he already knows he’s doomed to do anything Phil asks for or hints at or, hell, anything Dan even remotely thinks might make Phil smile.

So, really, it’s no surprise to Dan when he merely shoots Phil a glare, a fond smile threatening to ruin the effect, and mutters, “Fine.”

“Yay!” Phil cheers. He looks positively gleeful, and Dan’s happy for his decision, despite the fact that he’s losing feeling in his hands.

“You’re making me hot chocolate as soon as we’re done though,” Dan pouts, just for good measure. The bribe is hardly necessary, but Dan’s not above manipulating the situation so that he gets some coddling out of Phil after filming is said and done

“With extra marshmallows,” Phil promises, nodding with a serious look.

Dan smiles softly, finding it endearing how solemn and serious Phil is about marshmallows.

“Alright, let’s get on with it, then.” Dan steps closer to Phil, grabbing the damp list of scenes from Phil’s hand and scanning over it to see what’s left.

“Hey,” Phil whispers, before Dan can fully process the list. One hand catches under Dan’s chin, a gentle pressure encouraging Dan to look up. Dan lets Phil tip his head up, his eyes ripping away from the paper.

“Thanks, for doing this with me,” Phil murmurs, a soft, grateful grin visible for just a second before he’s closing the gap and kissing Dan.

It’s just a peck — or at least that’s what Phil was apparently intending. Dan is too caught up in how cute Phil is though, too intoxicated by his feelings for Phil, to let Phil go that easily. Dan chases after Phil’s lips, immediately pressing his lips to Phil’s again and again, until the chaste pecks turn into something more and they are languidly kissing in the middle of Phil’s snow-covered yard, the December air nipping at their exposed cheeks.

Phil’s lips are cold against Dan’s, but he doesn’t mind; Phil could be as cold as an icecube or as hot as the sun and Dan would still want to kiss him. Scratchy yarn rubs against Dan’s cheeks when Phil’s hands come up to cup his face and, again, Dan doesn’t mind. He’s just happy that Phil is touching him.

He leans into the warmth, leans into Phil, his arms wrapping around Phil’s waist and pulling him half a step closer. It’s broad daylight still, and Phil doesn’t exactly have a fence that affords them much privacy. Anyone who looked over would see them kissing — well, proper snogging now — and Dan doesn’t know what sort of people Phil’s neighbors are. He doesn’t know if they are like the persnickety woman that he lives next to in Wokingham, the one he heard very loudly telling her husband about how god condemns homosexuality. Phil doesn’t seem concerned though — quite the opposite really, given the way he’s licking at Dan’s bottom lip and gently encouraging him to open his mouth.

And, of course, Dan does. Because, again, there’s nothing Phil could ask for that Dan wouldn’t give, and Dan trusts Phil wholeheartedly. If Phil doesn’t have a problem with making out in the middle of the yard, Dan assumes that it must be fine.

Their slow, unhurried kisses turn into a bit more as their tongues dance together and they half-heartedly fight for dominance. Without meaning to, Dan lets out a quiet moan against Phil’s lips, his hands automatically pulling Phil closer and lightly grinding their hips together.

The noise must knock some sense into Phil, because he’s suddenly pulling back, his hips and his chest moving to a respectable distance, but his lips only a centimeter away.

“Let’s finish so we can get inside, yeah?” Phil suggests, a twinkle in his eye and a small smirk on his lips.

“Okay,” Dan mumbles back. He’s a bit struck dumb from their kiss.

Eventually, the newness of kissing Phil will probably wear off, and he’ll stop feeling so overwhelmed by the butterflies dancing in his stomach everytime that Phil is close. But right now, Dan wants to savor the feeling. He wants to let himself fall head over heels in love and enjoy every second of the honeymoon phase with the gorgeous man standing in front of him.

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True to his word, Phil puts the kettle on as soon as they are back in the house. Dan tries to help, starts to make his way across the kitchen to fetch them two mugs, but Phil steps in his way and cuts off his path.

“Go sit in the lounge and I’ll be there in a minute with the hot chocolate,” Phil prompts, his hands on Dan’s shoulders, gently pushing him towards the door. “I promised you hot chocolate, so I’ll make it. Besides, you look cold.”

Dan pouts for no valid reason, but follows Phil’s directions all the same. Even to him, it seems a little clingy to not want to be away from Phil for the ten minutes it will take for the water to get hot.

So he settles on the sofa, immediately tugging the chunky knit blanket off the armrest and draping it across his lap. He’s still freezing, he realizes, and his damp sweater isn’t helping matters. With a shiver, he pulls the blanket all the way up to his chin and burrows a bit further down into the cushions.

Exhausted from running around and filming all day — especially after sleeping so little last night since it was his first night with his boyfriend in nearly three weeks — he finds his eyes drifting shut, his head lulling off to the side.

Before Dan can realize that any time has passed, a clumsy weight is crashing down next to him, and an overfilled mug of hot chocolate is being held in front of his face. Dan shuffles his hands free from the blanket and takes the mug. The ceramic is hot against his palms, the steam warming his nose as he holds it close.

“Thanks Phil,” he says, pressing a tender kiss into Phil’s shoulder.

He must have changed while the kettle was on, because he’s not wearing his damp jumper anymore, Dan realizes. Dan frowns, one hand tugging on the sleeve of Phil’s new, dry jumper. “You couldn’t have brought me something dry to wear?” Dan complains.

“Sorry,” Phil shrugs, only looking a little chagrined. Under the blanket, Phil tugs at the hem of Dan’s damp sweater. “You could always just take it off,” he proposes with a cheeky wink — well, more like an aggressive blink.

Over the brim of his mug, Dan shoots Phil an unamused look. “I think I’ll freeze even more if I’m topless, you idiot.”

“Mmmm,” Phil hums. “Not if I cuddle you to warm you up,” he says suggestively.

It’s a ridiculous idea, it really is. The house is hardly warm enough for Dan to not freeze his tits off, and Kath is puttering about upstairs somewhere, and yet Dan finds himself leaning forward to put his mug down on the coffee table all the same. He doesn’t think twice about pulling his sweater off; it’s so wet that it sticks to his skin and, okay, maybe it is a bit smarter of an idea than he originally thought.

Carelessly, Dan drops his top onto the floor and grabs his drink. He leans back into the sofa, shuffling a little closer to Phil this time, pulling the blanket back around their shoulders.

“Hug me, or else I’m making you go get me one of your hoodies,” Dan demands.

Phil chuckles, but doesn’t protest. He shifts his drink to the hand away from Dan, and wraps his arm around Dan’s bare shoulders. Dan falls into Phil’s embrace, tucking his shoulder into Phil’s side and resting his head on Phil’s chest. It’s not the easiest position to try to drink from, but he really doesn’t care, not when he gets to be this close to Phil.

There are a million and one things that they could talk about, but something about just relaxing into each other and embracing the silence is nice, too. Phil must think so as well, because he doesn’t make any effort to start a conversation, either. His fingers are caressing Dan’s bare arm, feather light touches stroking up and down his bicep.

Dan sips his hot chocolate, his mind wandering. This is nice, he thinks. It’s nice to be able to cuddle in peace with someone, no tv to distract them from each other, no pressure to maintain mundane conversation. This would have felt awkward with his ex-girlfriend; the silence would have felt oppressive instead of serene. But, Dan supposes, he never felt about her the way he feels about Phil. They got along (for the most part), and they usually had fun together. They didn’t get each other, though. She could never tell when Dan was deep in serious thought just by looking at him. And Dan could never tell what kind of a mood she was in unless she made it painfully clear.

Phil, though.

He and Phil get each other. Dan can feel Phil’s gaze on him, can tell that Phil is feeling just as contemplative and peaceful as he is. Phil seems to magically know that Dan doesn’t want a movie or music or idle chit chat. And Dan can tell that Phil doesn’t want that either.

Dan drains the last bit of hot chocolate from his mug, ready to curl into Phil without having to worry about spilling it. Eager to have his hands free, he nudges his empty mug into Phil’s stomach, trying to get him to take it. Phil’s only response, however, is to glance down at the mug and chuckle.

“Phillll,” Dan whines. “Can you put my mug on the table?”

Phil giggles and makes no move for the cup. “You’re a big boy, Dan. You can put your own mug on the table.”

Pouting, Dan tips his head back to glare at Phil. “I don't have a shirt on, though. I’ll freeze if I leave the blanket.”

It’s probably not true. Truth be told, he’s feeling a lot warmer now that he’s got the wet sweater off, now that he’s been curled into Phil’s warm body for a while, and now that he’s drank a full mug of hot chocolate. Phil doesn’t need to know that, though. Good boyfriends take care of their partners after all, and right now Dan is feeling far too lazy to move.

“It’ll be two seconds of cold, Dan. I think you’ll live.” Phil sounds amused, much to Dan’s distaste.

“I hate you,” he grumbles, his grip relaxing on the mug, his hand falling to Phil’s lap.

“Mmm,” Phil sighs. Dan can feel Phil nuzzle his nose into his hair — hair that has begun to curl. Hot lips, warm from hot chocolate, press into the crown of Dan’s head. “That’s too bad,” Phil mumbles. “Because I love you.”

For a second, Dan freezes. His whole body tenses up, the air knocked from his lungs and his mind going blank.

And then the full meaning of what Phil has said sinks in, and the butterflies from earlier are back in full force, and his heart is racing and all he can think is Phil, Phil, Phil.

The glare on Dan’s face melts. Phil’s looking down at him, his lip tight between his teeth. He looks nervous, but all Dan can feel is awe.

“Do you mean that?” Dan asks, breathless, hopeful.

Phil kisses Dan’s forehead, his lips lingering a beat longer than necessary. “Of course,” he mumbles against Dan’s skin. “You’re amazing.”

The overwhelming emotions that are coursing through Dan take charge, and suddenly Dan finds himself casting his mug aside, letting it fall to the sofa somewhere beside him. Being exposed to the cold air doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is kissing Phil and showing him that Dan loves him, too, even though he’s too speechless to find the words to say it back right now.

The blanket falls from his shoulders as he springs into Phil’s lap, straddling his legs and leaning in close. They are pressed together from waist to chest, and Phil’s hands have automatically come to rest on Dan’s thighs.

Dan surges forward, capturing Phil’s lips in a fierce kiss. Beneath him, Phil is kissing back just as hungrily, his hands gliding up and down Dan’s thighs, his thumbs brushing over the waist of Dan’s jeans and petting his soft bare skin.

“I love you,” Dan whispers against Phil’s lips when he finally has enough sense to be able to talk. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over, unable to stop saying it once he’s actually said the words out loud. The butterflies in his stomach are multiplying and multiplying, and there are so many that Dan is sure that he’s about to burst from them.

“I love you, too,” Phil mumbles back without breaking their kiss.

Even though Phil had already said it, the easy way that the declaration tumbles out of Phil’s mouth, and the amount of sincerity lacing the words, has Dan grinning so widely that he’s barely able to kiss Phil anymore. He doesn’t pull back though. He pushes through his beaming smile and keeps kissing Phil.

Melting further and further into the kiss, into Phil, Dan licks along Phil’s mouth. Phil’s lips part, and Dan slips his tongue inside, lightly caressing the roof of Phil’s mouth. On his bare back, Phil’s hands are mirroring the movements of Dan’s tongue, gently grazing from his hips to the bottom of his shoulder blades, over and over. Desperate to touch, to hold more of Phil, Dan’s hands wind their way up to Phil’s hair, knocking away the little coverage he still had from the blanket.

“Ahem,” a quiet voice says from the doorway.

Dan springs back, his eyes snapping up over the top of Phil’s head, only to meet Mrs. Lester’s gaze. Phil’s head whips around, and Dan just barely catches sight of the guilty look on his face.

“We were just cuddling,” Phil rushes to explain. The words come out high pitched and fast — he’s definitely a little panicked. “Trying to warm up from the cold.”

Mrs. Lester’s lips quirk up into a smile. She certainly doesn’t look like she’s about to reprimand them — not like how Dan’s mum would if she had found him making out with someone on the lounge sofa.

“Getting warm usually works better with clothes on,” she says. Dan can just barely pick up the teasing notes in her voice.

“His jumper was wet,” Phil blurts out hurriedly. His shoulders are tense, and Dan can see that the tips of his ears are bright red. On Dan’s hips, Phil’s fingers are digging in harshly, a small outlet for his distress. Phil keeps rambling on, nerves getting the best of him. “It was making him more cold. He was under the blanket until just a second ago. We haven’t — we weren’t — it’s not…” Phil trails off, apparently unable to find a suitable excuse.

Mrs. Lester just laughs, her eyes filled with mirth. “Do I need to remind you that you have a bedroom with a perfectly functional door?”

A hot blush spreads up Dan’s cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. Dan buries his face into the crook of Phil’s shoulder, groaning loudly in embarrassment. He hears Mrs. Lester laugh again, the sound growing quieter as she presumably walks away.

Phil twists back around, but Dan stays hidden. He’s sure his face is bright red, and he’s not convinced he can look at Phil just yet.

“Oh god,” Phil groans. “I can’t believe my mum just walked in on us. And told us to get a room.”

“I know, that was horrifying,” Dan grumbles into Phil’s neck. “I can’t believe you convinced me to take my shirt off. You’re the worst.”

Phil giggles, his chest rumbling and jostling Dan. The warm laugh, the way they can recover from something so humiliating together, brings about another kaleidoscope of butterflies in Dan’s stomach. Phil’s arms wrap more tightly around Dan’s waist, squeezing tightly. “I love you, too, Bear.”

a/n: part 2 with 2018 will be up soon! part two is here!

[sunyoonandstars]

Dating Bangtan — Headcanon No. 1 || Min Yoongi

Since some of you requested I’d do this for each member this is what I personally imagine Min Yoongi/Suga of BTS to be like in a relationship.

Enjoy! I really hope I managed to strike home with this! 💜 I, for my part, fell in love with the beautiful, incredibly talented and insanely multifaceted man that is Min Yoongi even more while working on this. I’m almost sorry this turned out to be so long ... but there simply was no stopping me ... 

Anyway, enjoy! 

Before dating/flirting

there’d be no flirting 

not in the common way, at least 

you’d probably be friends for a longer period of time, months or even years, before he’d even consider dating you 

Yoongi wouldn’t care much about the clothes you wear or how you do your makeup but be initially attracted by your personality 

still, he’d take his time to feel you out and get to know you better first

because our Min Yoongi invests his precious time and energy only in people he deems worthy, people with depth which he’d only even become aware of once he knows them better

and he does not show his true self (which would mean becoming emotionally vulnerable) to just anyone

so it would take him a while to warm up to you and the idea of becoming (more) intimate

and even once he’d realize that he’s interested in you romantically he’d make sure not to let it on 

there’d be (sexual) tension, though, starting from the very moment it’s clear to him that he wants to be more than friends 

which would probably confuse you 

and even be noticed by the other members/people around you

although no one would have any idea what’s it about

because Min Yoongi is just too freaking good at hiding his feelings 

he would be scared to show too much affection or pay too much attention to you, and in doing so making his interest in you obvious, so he’d be kind of insecure as to how to act around you and simply go for the ‚easiest option‘ 

meaning he’d keep his distance, maybe low-key ignore you and probably seem cold, distant and aloof 

the two of you would bicker a lot, maybe even snap at each other occasionally, because he’d get easily irritated when you’re around

also, he’d get suspiciously crabby, apparently for no reason, whenever you’d get close and cuddly with one of the other members/a guy 

so you and the members would probably wonder what you did wrong/what happened between the two of you for Yoongi to behave like that

no one would suspect that he actually just likes you 

except for Hoseok and Jimin, maybe

so Hoseok would most likely be the one to approach him about it

Yoongi would eventually confide in Hoseok who would give him advice on how to confess to you which Yoongi would not take, though 

because he wouldn’t want it to be too cheesy or cliché 

and would be too scared of your rejection 

so he’d keep postponing his confession 

and would probably confess to you ‚accidentally‘ in the end

maybe in the course of a minor verbal altercation after you confronted him about his strange behavior

or when you’d suddenly put a time limit on your ‚friendship‘

for example by telling him about your plans to move away 

„I think moving back to my home country/town is the only logical thing to do. Because nothing is keeping me here.“ „What the hell are you talking about, y/n!? You have us! Is that nothing?“ „Yeah, I’m really gonna miss you guys. But you’re away so often anyway so it won’t make much of a difference. We can keep in touch, text and call each other. I’m sure you guys will quickly forget me, though. You’re awfully busy and have so many friends …“ „That’s bullshit, y/n, and you know it.“ „You’re only saying that to make me feel better. But you don’t have to. It’s really all right.“ „No. It’s not. Because I want you to be here whenever I get back. I want you to be where I am. No, I need you to, actually.“ „What? Yoongi, what’s with you all of a sudden?“ „I like you, y/n. All right? I like you. A lot. And I don’t want you to leave because I want to be with you.“

you’d be taken aback by his emotional outburst

but not really surprised

because you were secretly hoping for this moment

and kind of saw it coming but didn’t want to get your hopes up and believe it would actually happen

because you’d have fallen for the broody rapper a long time ago 

(if you were alone in the room) the two of you would kiss for the first time then and there 

and it would not exactly be the gentle kind of kiss 

at first, sure

but quickly get a little rough

because there’d be all this pent-up lust and frustration, you know 

and from that moment on you’d be an item

because Yoongi would take that kiss pretty seriously

and meant every word he said: He would not let you go.

Dating/relationship

your relationship would definitely be intense and always keep you on the tip of your toes

he would try and keep it private and a secret at first, maybe even from the other members

so there’d be no teasing or pressure and the two of you could ease into it in peace

Yoongi would definitely want something well-defined and serious 

„all-or-nothing“ kind of relationship 

because he’d need to know you’re all-in, meaning the feeling of security, in order to let loose 

he would definitely prefer to date someone who is not famous 

someone down-to-earth 

who can give him stability and is ready and willing to invest a lot of time in the relationship, even though it might feel like Yoongi himself does not do the same (due to his busy schedule and dedication to producing music) 

he would want, and need, a mature partner with (emotional) depth he can rely on, form an intimate emotional bond and can have meaningful conversations (and even heated discussions) with

which does not mean you’d need to be serious all the time

he’d actually appreciate it if you’d bring humor, lightness, a positive mindset and attitude, and a bright spirit into the relationship 

because he, too, is not always the serious producer 

from time to time there would surely be sudden outbreaks of laughter/giggling, weird noises and unexpected changes in his mood

like, he’d go from all serious to 4-year-old with a sugar shock in under a second

you wouldn’t even have time to blink

and he’d leap to his feet and jump around, doing stupid dance moves and grimaces, making a fool of himself without caring what others think 

just for the fun of it

and to bring you to crack up, of course 

would also work the other way around

from giddy to serious/annoyed in no time

DUALITY

Yoongi would also love it if you could make him laugh now and then in your very own, unique ways 

and if you, in return, would get his sarcasm/cynicism and laugh about his jokes

but he’d still value and want someone who can be serious if need be 

a little sass would also be appreciated, I can imagine

however, too much sassiness and contra would lead to insecurity and frustration on his part

home and domesticity are very important to him, especially since his job requires him to travel so much 

he would appreciate it so very much if you’d put in the extra effort to make sure he’s comfortable whenever he comes home late from practice, tour or some promotional event 

would love it if you’d cook (traditional Korean food) for him and bring meals or snacks to his studio whenever he’s holed up there 

also, he’d secretly love it when you’d ask him for help with housework or fixing things around the dorm/your apartment 

because it would feel to him like you’re becoming a family

and that would make him feel all warm and fuzzy, even though he’d probably not admit it

he wouldn’t need (or even want) you around 24/7 though, but when he does, he’d be low-key clingy, demanding and vocal about it 

„Y/nnnnn, it’s already past midnight. Stop working. Come to bed with me instead. I need you in my arms or I won’t get any sleep.“ *talking in pout* „Y/n, come on. Put that phone away. I’m right here. Keep yourself busy with me instead.“

would get pouty if you wouldn’t give him the attention he craves right away 

and probably simply (gently) grab you by your hand or waist, pull you onto his lap and take your phone away 

„It’s time to give me some attention, y/n. I’m sure your followers or whatever can handle a few hours without you. But I need you right now.“

BIG SOFTIE (Agust D who??) 

but only in private 

also, Yoongi is NO fan of PDA 

during those times when he’d need to feel physically close to you there’d be a lot of holding hands with fingers intertwined, cuddling, BACK HUGS, NECK KISSES and napping with his arms wrapped around you

that’s basically how you’d always nap, though 

btw: LOTS OF SHARED NAPS 

SPOONING

the members would constantly take photos of the two of you while sleeping 

because you’d look like two sleepy puppies

there’d be lots of ‚casual‘, discreet skinship, sometimes maybe even in public when he’s in the mood

like his hand ‚accidentally‘ brushing your bare arm, or him scooting a little closer when you’re seated next to each other to put his arm around your shoulder, or him leaning in unnecessarily close when the two of you would look at a menu, painting or whatever

his little touches would send shivers down your spine 

Yoongi  would, however, be moody at times and have his phases when he ‚retreats‘ and needs some space, and tell or show you that rather clearly (he would grant you the same, meaning space, too, though, whenever he’d sense you need it) 

he might not be that talkative during such times 

and may be unusually (even for Yoongi) reserved 

but would be ever so grateful for your respect regarding his needs 

would maybe like it, though, if you’d come by anyway and just quietly keep him company 

you’d have to develop some kind of sixth sense to pick up on his moods or when they are about to shift and act accordingly 

otherwise you’d probably be snapped at a lot and maybe get hurt unintentionally 

because Yoongi himself said in an interview that he has a bad temper and needs a rather patient partner who can put up with his moods 

he would always feel sorry immediately, though, and would probably hate himself for loosing his temper and hurting your feelings 

but would also have trouble showing it and apologizing

so after having wounded you with words, he’d probably seclude himself for a bit to ponder on his behavior and a way to make it up to you 

and probably apologize with simple, heartfelt words, through a song or some surprisingly sweet gesture in the end 

OR (more often than not) you’d need to be the one who keeps coming back to him to show him you don’t hold a grudge for him to leave his shell again 

Yoongi would be kind of possessive or at least get easily jealous, even though he’d not show it immediately/obviously 

you’d notice anyway

he would need to know and you to assure him that you’re truly all his and will stay with him through thick and thin 

since loyalty is of immense importance to him 

whenever he’d get jealous, angry with you (for paying too much attention to another guy or not rebuffing their attempt at flirting with you), insecure or uncomfortable he would maybe use touch as a way of confirming and showing that you’re his 

for example by placing his hand on your thigh, pulling you onto his lap or putting an arm around your waist 

insecurity and slight inferiority complex when it comes to you and your relationship 

meaning: he can’t believe he is actually good enough for you and would never quite understand why you’d put up with him and his moods 

because to him you’re the most amazing and beautiful soul to have ever walked this earth

would probably think he doesn’t deserve you

so you’d need to reassure him from time to time quite often

in subtle ways, so he wouldn’t notice that you’re well aware of his insecurities

because, in that case, he’d probably make an even greater effort to hide them 

you’d make him feel better by showing him that he’s more than enough through words and simple gestures like showing up at his studio with his favorite snack or kind of coffee day after day

even though Yoongi would be a dedicated boyfriend in his own ways, he’d still spend a lot of time at his studio, even after he’s done with practice and the other members are probably long asleep or enjoying their little free time 

he’d often forget the time 

and maybe even be late to a date or two 

which you would address only if it became a habit, since you wouldn’t want him to feel additionally pressured, knowing that his career is stressful enough and wanting to be a safe haven to him

because YOU FREAKING LOVE HIM AND KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO FROM THE BEGINNING 

he’d deeply value your understanding and respect for his work and dedication to music and would never ever take it for granted 

he’d probably tell you that occasionally 

but you’d really have no idea how much it would truly mean to him

Yoongi would definitely write tons of songs about/inspired by you and your relationship 

literally, TONS 

at least one song a week, maybe even one (or at least a few lines) a day 

because he’d do his best to get to know you better by the day and marvel at all those beautiful sides you have to you, feeling the need to put them into words 

and also see your relationship as an opportunity to learn about love (and about himself, too) 

so he’d would ‚process‘ his love for you by turning it into songs 

also, he’d not be especially big on directly expressing compliments, even though there’d be like a million things he’d admire about you

so he’d probably put them into some of his songs instead

Yoongi would show those songs to you, proud and insecure at the same time, eager to see what you’d think of them 

and smile the brightest smile of all smiles whenever he’d watch your genuine reaction to his words and tunes

from time to time often you’d need to get creative and find ways to distract him whenever Yoongi would get in too deep and become so immersed in his music that he’d neglect not only you but also his own well-being 

he would NOT appreciate it, though, if you were overly whiny or needy 

because that’s a definite tun-off for him 

you would have to find ways and means to get his attention 

like call him and go …

„Yoongi, I got this new lingerie just today. But I’m not so sure it looks good on me. Care to come home before I fall asleep today and be my mirror?“  „I cooked something nice tonight and even bought fresh, high-quality beef, Yoongi. The food’s about ready and I’d say it looks good. Would be a shame for it to get cold, wouldn’t it?“ 

or come by his studio and work your magic there …

in general Yoongi may seem too distant at times, especially to outsiders, because he’s always busy (when he’s not sleeping …) or his mind is somewhere else, concocting amazing new lyrics or melodies  

but when it counts he’ll be there, no doubt 

and he’ll know what’s going on in your life at all times, often leaving even you puzzled

„How’d you know I would have that presentation today, Yoongi? I didn’t even tell you because I didn’t want to bother you. You seemed so busy…“ „Oh, I have my sources. And for you I’m never too busy, y/n.“

Yoongi would always be very observant and attentive when it comes to you and instantly notice if something troubles you or you’re unwell 

„Y/n, baby, what’s wrong? You seem so distracted today. Is it about the exams again? Don’t worry, you’ll do great.“  „Did you fight with your mother again, y/n? I’m so sorry. But I’m sure you’ll make up in no time, just like you always do.“ „Are you having cramps again? I noticed this morning. So I got you a hot-water bottle and your favorite ice cream. Should I go and fetch them for you now?“

and he’d often care about/for you ‚behind the scenes‘ (for example when you’d be sick, he’d skip practice to go to the pharmacy himself and get the meds you’d need so they’d be sitting in the bathroom cabinet when you’d get home from work/school …, when he’d notice you shiver beside him on the couch he’d cover you with a blanket …) 

often you wouldn’t even notice at first 

but when you would, your heart would be overflowing with love 

still, you wouldn’t make a big fuss about it since you know he’d only be embarrassed 

whenever Yoongi would get overly insecure or anxious about anything (work, relationship …) you’d be the only one he’d let in and who’d be able to reason with and get through to him, put up with his anger (defense mechanism) and bring him down again 

although Yoongi would usually try to hide his (negative) emotions and be very reluctant at first to ‚burden‘ you with his worries

but after you’d keep insisting he’d eventually confide in you (even cry in front of you occasionally) and feel so relieved and grateful to have found someone who truly understands him and with whom he can be himself at all times without being judged (which is something he dreads, I imagine ...)

because of that Yoongi would probably (subconsciously) become kind of dependent on your emotional support and get sometimes crazy scared of losing you

but would never admit it 

you’d know it, though, and show him that you’ll be there for him no matter what 

Yoongi would sometimes often skip meals whenever he has taken it into his head that he needs to lose weight again 

at those times you’d need to reassure him that he’s beautiful just the way he is and that his fans don’t want a skinny, but a happy and healthy Min Yoongi 

still, that little hypocrite would always remind you and make sure that you eat and sleep well and enough

because he’d only want the best for you

DATES would probably not happen all that often

he’d prefer casually spending time with you in the comfort of your home/s

since Yoongi's not too fond of going out or of crowded places, your dates would more often than not happen at the dorm or your flat (later at your shared apartment) consisting of cooking, ordering food, watching a movie while huddled up to one another on the sofa, listening to music, talking, or … you know ...

or he’d take you out for walks, probably preferably at dawn/night when the parks and streets aren’t that busy anymore, or to smaller, lesser-known restaurants that serve simple but delicious traditional Korean food

be prepared for some serious insider tips on where to get the best bulgogi or seafood for a decent price 

nonetheless, he’d never forget to show his love for you in his own, subtle ways 

not the typical romantic stuff like in the movies but LOTS OF SIMPLE, YET DEEP WORDS AND SMALL BUT MEANINGFUL GESTURES

still, sometimes, like on anniversaries, he’d surprise you with thoughtful gifts

like matching jewelry, that record you wouldn’t shut up about, those headphones you’ve been drooling over but couldn’t afford or simply with a home-cooked (three-course) meal

even though he’d not be the type to make grand gestures in public he’d still want people to know you belong together

so he’d probably be quite fond of the idea of wearing matching clothing items or rings 

grumpy Yoongi in the mornings

but you’d always know how to handle him

or he’d rather just not have the heart to stay pissed at you for waking him up because he adores you too much 

he’d be pretty out-spoken and straightforward with you at all times

so he’d expect the same thing from you, especially when it comes to problems in the relationship 

COMMUNICATION IS KEY

and HONESTY and TRUST are incredibly important to Min Yoongi (I mean, they are to everybody, but even more so to him, because to him its’s a big deal to open up and let someone in, so he needs to be able to trust that person unconditionally) 

so DON’T EVER LIE TO HIM OR BREAK HIS TRUST in any way

because once it’s broken, it can’t be restored (all-or-nothing, remember?)

Fighting

you’d probably fight A LOT

seriously

not really fight, maybe, but there’d be countless of heated discussions and arguments or mean comments being thrown around

especially from his side 

since, as I previously said and Yoongi stated himself, he has a bad temper

he’d sometimes lose his nerves over the smallest of things whenever he’d be on edge because he’s stressed about his music or some concert or event with BTS, or simply because he, once again, didn’t get enough sleep or food („angry, hungry - yes, I’m hangry …"— honestly, I believe him to be the hangry kind …)

or the two of you and your opinions would simply clash all the time 

because you’re equally stubborn 

because you would need to be hardheaded in order to make it at a Min Yoongi’s side

during your fights Yoongi would probably dig up meaningless and completely unrelated things which happened months or even years ago, maybe even from back when you weren’t even romantically involved yet 

and in his rage say hurtful things without realizing how deep of an impact they’d have on you 

you’d know not to take them personally

but they’d still hurt 

everything would be over as soon as he’d see the first tear roll down your cheek, though 

because he loves you more than his own life and can’t stand the thought of making you cry or himself for doing so 

„Oh, no, shit. Y/n, I’m so, so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it. Forget what I said, all right? I didn’t mean any of it. You know how I can get sometimes. I’m an idiot, okay? I know I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, so, so sorry. Please, don’t cry.“ 

you’d (maybe too) easily forgive him

because you’d know that he didn’t mean what he said during the fight 

but the members wouldn’t be that lenient with him 

especially Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon would see it as their duty to talk to him about his behavior towards you and tell him how hard it really is on you 

so he’d think about it and feel awful 

maybe keep his distance after big fights and shut you out entirely for a few hours or even days

meaning: no taking calls, no responding to text messages, no letting you into the studio ...

he’d probably stay holed up in the latter and write a few angry raps or depressed love songs

before he’d finally manage to bring himself to apologize to you

in … well, his own way

when you would be the one out of touch or ignoring him, though, he’d get insanely worried and frustrated real quick 

he’d forget about his pride and do everything in his power to get you to talk to him again 

there’d always be insanely good make-up sex

because he’d miss you like crazy

or a lot of your quarrels would even become heated in a sensual way 

so they’d turn into rough sex on the kitchen counter or wherever you’d have been fighting and be resolved … non-verbally 

you’d need to be careful not to say hurtful things to Yoongi, though, even if you don’t mean them  

because, behind his rough exterior, he’s actually incredibly vulnerable 

you know the saying ‚If you dish it out, you have to be able to take it.‘

well, he wouldn’t be able to take it 

he’d take your words and/or insults very seriously 

they’d haunt him

and only feed his insecurities

Between the sheets

although sex would happen quite often, on a regular, probably even daily basis once you’re well into the relationship 

he would probably take things kind of slow at first

because I believe him to be the kind who needs emotional intimacy first before he is comfortable with also getting physically intimate/for the sex to be meaningful 

so he would not pressure you if you weren’t ready yet in the beginning of your relationship 

I know most people see him as the ‚daddy‘ type

but I don’t think he is ...

sure, he’d have a few kinks (don’t we all?)

but usually sex would be rather ‚simple‘ with him 

also, he’d usually always be the dominant one

would not, never ever, under no circumstances, tolerate being dominated 

would probably get easily frustrated with you if you’d be too sassy in bed 

there’d be TWO WAYS, and rarely ever an in-between

it would either be solely physical

to blow off steam

at these times he’d be kind of (emotionally) detached during the act and treat you rather roughly 

preferably taking you from behind, DOGGY STYLE

pulling your hair 

grabbing you by your hip or ass 

ripping that new black lacy lingerie right off you 

BRUISES 

he wouldn’t look you in the eyes 

maybe even forbid you to look at him  

would usually be like that whenever he’s frustrated/angry/stressed/jealous or the two of you had a fight (to punish you) 

or simply when he’s incredibly horny and annoyed by it and his state being a distraction from his work 

or, the other ‚extreme‘

would be rather ‘soft’ sex

not exactly vanilla 

but more sensual, slow 

the kind where you connect on an emotional level 

an intertwining of souls 

on these occasions he’d slowly undress you

and insist on doing it himself

still staying dominant 

he’d admire every inch of your beautiful body

while covering it in kisses

rough kissing

lots of tongue 

sometimes also lip-biting 

neck/shoulder kisses 

HICKIES 

would prefer to leave them on you, though, not the other way around 

maybe missionary?

would still prefer you from behind, though (just a feeling, can’t exactly tell you why ...) 

intense stares

raspy whispers 

deep GROWLS 

DIRTY TALK 

would love it if you called him by his name/called out his name loudly when you’re about to orgasm

would probably deny you your high whenever he’s not there yet

„Don’t you dare cum before me! We either cum together or you won’t climax at all.“ 

most likely a fan of oral 

would prefer pleasuring you, though

TONGUE TECHNOLOGY 

just saying

nonetheless, he’d never say no to a good blowjob, of course 

sex anywhere, anytime whenever he is/you are in the mood 

on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, in his studio, at some club’s bathroom, in the shower, him pressing you up a wall …

anyway, your ‚sessions‘ would always be intense

leaving you exhausted and out of breath 

he’d be the KING OF AFTERCARE 

because he’s a big softie after all (remember?), especially when it comes to you

if he went a little too far/was a little too rough with you he’d immediately apologize, feeling bad 

inquire if you’re all right 

„I’m so sorry, y/n. I don’t know what was with me. I was just so …“ „It’s okay, Yoongi. Those bruises will be gone in a few days. They don’t even hurt.“ 

make sure you’re warm and hydrated 

cover you in his blanket while he’d get up to fetch you a towel and a fresh set of clothes 

or turn on the water 

for the two of you to take a hot bath/shower together and get cleaned up/calm down/enjoy some more intimacy 

before you’d go to sleep arm in arm 

SPOONING 

he’d be the big spoon 

and keep kissing your neck until you’d fall asleep 

with his arms under your neck and/or wrapped around your waist

General habits/aspects in/of your relationships

whenever he’d be away on tour or something he’d miss you like crazy

even though he would not/only reluctantly admit it

but the other members would notice immediately

because he’d be grumpy and whiny all the time 

he’d text you often 

and call/facetime you at least once a day 

to talk about anything and everything 

or merely check how you’re doing and simply hear your voice 

because he’d love listening to it and sometimes need its sound to fall asleep 

he’d actually probably fall asleep on the phone all the time 

he’d always feel so bad about it 

but you’d find it adorable 

he’d most likely be very secretive about your relationship in public/interviews 

for your and the relationship’s sake 

and only make it official after two years or so by dedicating a song to you on stage and telling ARMY how precious and special you are to him 

asking them politely to show you their respect and love 

Yoongi would also do everything in his power to keep the relationship intact

after bigger fights, too

even though he’d need some time to cool off and probably talk about ending things in the heat of the moment 

he’d not give up on you that easily   

because he’d know that a relationship characterized by such intimacy and understanding as yours is not something you just throw away 

so the two of you would stay together for a long time, growing and evolving together while still consciously remaining two independent individuals 

you’d definitely get at least one more puppy together 

and he’d probably propose to you in a low-key sweet, yet not too kitschy, rather simple way after five years or so

not because he wouldn’t want to marry you

but because he’d feel like you already were 

since to him a signature on paper and a bunch of rings would make no difference 

because he’d believe you to be his soulmate

so it’s already clear to him that you’re gonna spend the rest of your lives together 

marriage contract or not 

I hope you liked it! 💜 And that those lovely Yoongi stans out there are satisfied! 😌💜 You may or may not disagree with me on some points. But, as I said, this is simply my personal opinion of what he’d be like in a romantic relationship. 😌

A/N: Guess who’s my bias lol ...

The same headcanons for the rest of the members will follow soon, in chronological order, sorted by age. The next one will be Jung Hoseok/J-Hope.

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