#so cozy in his sweater 🥰

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Well, I'll mention that Ms. Pac-Man has ghosts in it.

This house is officially unhaunted.

Rhett & Link

We Spent the Night in an Unhaunted House

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Robert Lamm being an absolute cutie in Japan (1984)

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Shawn in Toronto either yesterday or today. 💕 ( Credit: seansmovies )

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | Chapter Three

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love

word count: 8.1k+

warnings: This chapter in particular is written from oc's perspective, oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, mentions of unhealthy parental relationships (attempts for arranged marriage), Oc being a total boss at work bc she is amazing at her job, and ofc more cute & meaningful Yoon and OC interactions (I love them 🥹)

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: GUYS, I'm getting better at updating! It only took me a little over a month to get this chapter out vs two months last time. I'm going to keep trying to improve, but TYSM for your patience! I'm really proud of how this series is going so far, and this chapter omg...i just hope you enjoy hehehe. Anyway, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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The past week and a half has been a whirlwind. Meetings, studio sessions, and preparations for “Suchwita” have consumed your days and nights. The tight deadlines and intense work pace have kept you on your toes, but there’s a growing excitement within you for the new venture. Today marks the first day of recording "Suchwita," and you find yourself buzzing with anticipation. Determined to ensure everything goes smoothly, you decide to arrive at the studio early to oversee the final preparations.

As you step into the makeshift studio space, you're greeted by a flurry of activity. Camera operators are setting up angles, lighting technicians are adjusting the brightness, and set designers are putting the final touches on the sleek, intimate set that will serve as the backdrop for the show.

The set has a warm, inviting aura with dark wood paneling, a cozy seating area, and a small bar stocked with various bottles of whiskey and soju.

You're impressed by how quickly everything has come together.

“Yoongi-ssi, good morning,” you call out as you approach Yoongi, who is already surveying the room. You notice him glance at you from the corner of his eye as you walk towards him. You have to admit, he looks great. The crew has styled him in denim blue jeans and a navy blue sweater, a casual yet polished outfit that complements the professional yet relaxed atmosphere of the set. It’s clear he arrived before you.

“Good morning __-ssi,” Yoongi replies, giving you a small smile. “Everything ready?”

“We’re almost there. Just a few final touches, and we should be good to go.”

“Great,” he nods, briefly scanning around the set. “The place looks better than I imagined.”

“I’m glad you think so,” you say with a satisfied expression. “We wanted it to reflect your personality and create an atmosphere where you and your guests can have open, honest conversations. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Pretty excited, actually,” he says, folding his arms in a composed manner. “A little nervous, but mostly excited. How are you and the rest of the team holding up with all the new developments?”

“We’re managing,” you say with a chuckle. “It’s been a lot of late nights and early mornings, but everyone’s excited about ‘Suchwita.’ It’s something different and refreshing. I think we’re all equally eager to see it succeed.”

Yoongi nods thoughtfully, taking a moment to soak in the details of the set. “It’s all coming together pretty fast. Do we know for sure who we’ll have on for the next few recordings?”

“We do,” you reply, “We’ve lined up a few other artists for the following episodes, including some from different genres. Your fellow members will also join as soon as their schedules permit. I think it’s going to be a good mix. Also, if there’s anyone in particular you’d like to have as a guest, just let me know. I’m sure we can coordinate it.”

“I’ll consider that,” Yoongi says, genuinely pleased. “I appreciate all the hard work you’ve put into this by the way. I know the timeline has been tight.”

“Well, it’s been a team effort,” you say, smiling warmly. “But thank you. It’s been fun, even if a bit hectic now and then. I have to say, it’s been nice working closely with you, Yoongi-ssi. You’re very dedicated to your craft and I think more often than not, we tend to see eye to eye.”

Yoongi seems to blush slightly at your compliment but maintains his composure. “Good to know you like me after fifteen days,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes. “I was starting to think this partnership might be a bit one-sided, especially after our chat during that smoke break a while ago.”

His lighthearted remark brings you back to that brief smoke break behind the building. It was a simple, candid moment, but it left a lasting impression, making you feel like you and Yoongi were finally starting to become good colleagues. The easy rapport that’s developed between you two since then is a welcome change from the often formal interactions with other team members.

“Well, if I recall correctly,” you counter, “You said you only like me ‘enough.’ That’s not quite the same as actually liking someone and wanting to work with them.”

Amused, Yoongi’s smirk grows. “It was implied, wasn’t it? You know I wouldn’t work with you if I didn’t actually like you.”

“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow, your tone teasing.

“I have no reason to lie to you, __-ssi.” Yoongi insists, his voice light but his gaze steady. There’s a moment of playful tension in the air, both of you smiling as you challenge each other with your eyes.

“Interesting,” you reply, tilting your head slightly. Though mutually taunting each other, there’s something about Yoongi’s words and tone that still feels reassuring, grounding even.

Before either of you can exchange another word, you hear footsteps nearing behind you. Turning, you see Kim Namjoon entering the studio with a warm smile on his face. He’s dressed casually yet stylishly, exuding the effortless charisma that has made him a beloved figure among fans.

“Morning,” Namjoon greets, his voice carrying a familiar depth. He adjusts the bottom of his shirt, giving the studio a once-over. “I hope I’m not late or anything.”

Approaching Namjoon, you greet him with an inviting smile and extend your hand for a handshake. His response is equally friendly, and there’s a sense of gentle confidence coming from him, as any good leader should have.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, __-nim,” Namjoon responds, shaking your hand warmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Yoongi-hyung.”

Somewhat taken aback by the bit of information, you share a glance with Yoongi, who briefly meets your eyes before averting his gaze back to Namjoon. A faint rosy tint colors his cheeks once again.

“This place looks fantastic. You’ve really outdone yourselves,” Namjoon continues.

“Thank you,” you say, feeling a surge of pride. “We wanted to create a space where our guests feel comfortable and can have open, honest conversations. I think we’ve achieved that.”

Namjoon nods in agreement, taking in the surroundings with a thoughtful expression. “It definitely feels welcoming. I’m looking forward to seeing it all come together in the end.”

“Congratulations on your new album by the way,” you add. “I’m sure Indigo is going to be a success, especially amongst your fans who have been waiting for another solo from you for quite some time.”

“Thanks, it’s been a journey and I’m glad to have such a loyal fanbase who continue to support me for the last nine-plus years. It always lifts my spirits.”

“Absolutely, and you deserve it too,” you reply. “I’ve been a huge supporter of The Last Shadow Puppets for over ten years myself, and I think I’ve officially become their gatekeeper.” As you allow yourself a light chuckle, the two in front of you smile in return. Yoongi looks like he wants to press further but chooses to remain silent.

“Well anyway,” you shift topics due to the minor lull, “we should get started.”

Namjoon nods approvingly. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“We’ve got a brief rundown for you,” you say, motioning towards a table with a few scripts and notes. “We’ll start with a casual chat to set the tone, then delve into some of your recent projects and thoughts on the music industry. We want it to be as natural and spontaneous as possible, so don’t worry about sticking too closely to the script. Also, we know ‘Indigo’ won’t be officially released for two more days, but ‘Suchwita’ is premiering on the 5th. That said, we are filming ahead of time so Yoongi might guide the conversation as if your album’s already been released.”

“Sounds good,” Namjoon says, his relaxed demeanor showing his readiness to go with the flow. “Anything specific you want me to prepare for?”

“No, just be yourself,” you reply with a reassuring smile. “That’s what this show is all about. Authentic conversations, nothing forced. Yoongi-ssi will take the seat on the right of the camera and Namjoon-nim, you’ll be on the left.”

“Got it,” Namjoon says, giving you a thumbs up. He then turns to Yoongi. “Hyung, ready to show off your hosting skills?”

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “We’ll see how it goes. It’s my first time doing something like this, so I’m just hoping not to embarrass myself.”

“You’ll do great,” Namjoon says confidently, giving Yoongi a supportive pat on the back. “Just be your usual, charming self.”

As the crew finishes their preparations and the cameras start rolling, you stand off to the side, monitoring the setup and ensuring everything runs smoothly. The room falls silent as the red recording light flickers on.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair.

“Welcome, everyone, to the first episode of ‘Suchwita…time to drink with Suga.’ I’m your host, Min Yoongi, and today we have a very special guest. Someone who’s not just a fellow artist but a good friend and our BTS band leader, Kim Namjoon.”

“Happy to be here,” Namjoon says with a grin. “And thanks for the drink.” He picks up his glass of whiskey and raises it in a mock toast.

Yoongi chuckles and lifts his own glass. “Cheers, Namjoon-ah. Let’s dive in. I wanted to start by talking about your new album, Indigo. It’s been out for a few days now, and it’s already making waves. How are you feeling about the responses?”

Namjoon takes a sip before answering, his demeanor relaxed. “It’s been amazing. The fans have been so supportive, and it’s really encouraging to see people connecting with the themes and messages in the album. I wanted it to be something that reflects where I am in my life right now, both musically and personally.”

“That’s something I’ve always admired about your work,” Yoongi says, his tone genuine. “You’re not afraid to be vulnerable and share your thoughts and experiences. I think that’s why so many people resonate with your music.”

“It’s something we all strive for, isn’t it?” Namjoon replies, looking thoughtful. “To create art that’s true to ourselves and that speaks to others. I think it’s all about finding that balance between vulnerability and strength that can make music so relatable. Speaking of which, I’m excited to hear more about your upcoming album, D-Day. What can fans expect?”

Yoongi takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “D-Day is a very personal project for me. It’s a reflection of my journey and everything I’ve been through, especially over the past couple of years. There’s a lot of introspection and a lot of different sounds I’ve experimented with. I wanted it to be an honest portrayal of where I am right now.”

“That sounds incredible,” Namjoon says, leaning forward. “I know the fans are going to love it. You’ve always had a way of capturing emotions in your music that’s really powerful.”

As the conversation continues, you observe Namjoon closely, impressed by his ability to articulate his thoughts with clarity and depth. Yoongi’s previous nervousness has also subsided from the way he easily navigates the conversation, speaking with a similar passion and conviction as Namjoon.

The pair have a natural rapport that is captivating to watch, and their insights into the creative process are both fascinating and inspiring.

After about an hour, when the first taping wraps up, the crew applauds as Yoongi and Namjoon stand and share a brief hug.

“Well we did it,” Yoongi says, looking relieved. “Thanks for being my first guest.”

“Anytime,” Namjoon replies, grinning. “You did great, Yoongi I think this show is going to be a hit.”

“Great job, both of you.” You approach the two with a smile, earning their attention. “Fans are going to love seeing you two together once this releases. It’ll set the tone for the rest of the episodes. Thanks again, Namjoon, for being here. Your support means a lot.”

“It was my pleasure,” Namjoon replies, returning your smile. “I can’t wait to see how the show turns out.”

Just as you’re about to head off to the production room, Namjoon briefly checks his phone and then looks at Yoongi. “Hey, how do you feel about grabbing some lunch at the cafeteria? It’s been a while since we had a proper meal together.”

Yoongi’s face lifts at the suggestion. “I’m up for it. I’m starving.”

Namjoon then shifts his gaze at you. “What about you __-nim?”

You hesitate for a moment, feeling an obvious pang of hunger. You hadn’t eaten much this morning other than a few strawberries. However, you don’t want to intrude on their time together.

As you debate whether to decline the invitation and catch up on Taehyung’s whereabouts or attend to your next work projects, Yoongi speaks up. “The more the merrier,” he says.

“Yeah, if you don’t have anything pressing we’d love to have you join us,” Namjoon adds, the same warm smile on his face.

Your eyes shift between the two men standing in front of you, sincerity evident in their expressions.

“Okay, sure, I could go for something to eat,” you reply, nodding.

With a collective agreement, the three of you make your way to the cafeteria. Once there, Yoongi opts for a heaping plate of bulgogi, his eyes gleaming at the sight of the colorful vegetables and perfectly marinated beef. Namjoon selects a fresh, savory bowl of stir-fried noodles himself, while you choose a hearty bowl of ramen, steam rising from the rich broth.

Despite the bustling lunch hour, you manage to find a table near the large windows. The sunlight streaming through gives you a much-needed boost of energy.

“Here’s to a successful first episode,” Namjoon says, raising his glass of water in a toast.

“Cheers,” you and Yoongi respond in unison, clinking glasses.

As you start to dig into your meals, Namjoon turns to Yoongi. “So, what’s the lineup gonna look like for the next few episodes?”

Yoongi takes a sip of his drink before answering. “We’re planning on bringing in more artists from other groups, a couple of comedians, and maybe some actors. We want to keep it diverse and not just stick to musicians. But I’d also like to get the rest of our members on the show too at some point.”

“That’s smart,” Namjoon agrees, taking a bite of his noodles. “It’ll keep the conversations dynamic and appeal to a broader audience.”

“You know,” you chime in, “I think one of the strengths of ‘Suchwita’ is going to be its versatility. Yoongi, your ability to connect with people from different backgrounds will be a huge asset.”

Yoongi smiles appreciatively. “Thanks. I just hope I can keep up the energy and bring out the best in each guest.”

“You will,” Namjoon says confidently. “Just be yourself. That’s what people are tuning in for—the real Yoongi, having real conversations. Fans like seeing how well you can hold your whiskey too. It’s all part of the charm.”

Yoongi chuckles at the sheer truth of it all. “It’s nice to be able to do something like this, to be honest. Not just for the fans, but also for our colleagues who we can spotlight and bring further appreciation to.”

“I know what you mean, man.” Namjoon swallows another mouthful of noodles and then directs his attention to you. “I don’t imagine you’ll be a guest on the show will you?”

“Definitely not,” you reply, shaking your head. “I’ll be in the background, like a puppet master.”

“Ah, gotta make sure hyung says the right stuff huh? Trust me, I’d be the first to understand that,” Namjoon chuckles before continuing.“I feel like you’d be a natural on the show though. I, for one, would make sure to watch.” There’s a suggestive undertone in his words but you’re quick to waive it off. It’s probably just your imagination anyway.

“I wouldn’t mind having an excuse to enjoy some old-fashioned whiskey at work,” you reply. “It’s been a long-time favorite of mine.”

“Oh, you like it too?” Namjoon’s eyes widen unexpectedly. “No wonder you and Yoongi work well together.”

Intrigued, Yoongi looks at you, and it’s now that you realize he’s chosen to take the seat next to you instead of Namjoon. If you leaned any further towards him, you’re certain you’d catch the scent of smoked wood and citrus. “I always keep a bottle in my producing room these days,” he admits, and like Namjoon there’s a slight implication behind his words.

Before entertaining any further thoughts about it, however, you playfully snort in reply. “Is that what you’re doing up there at 10 pm? Having your whiskey? Here I’ve been thinking you were busy mixing your tracks.”

Yoongi shrugs, meeting your teasing tone. “I can do both. I’m good at multitasking.”

A giggle escapes your lips as you land a gentle, but firm swat on his arm. The unsuspecting action would have taken you all aback if you weren’t already amused by the conversation. “Yoongi-ssi,” you feign a scold, “no one’s actually good at multitasking.”

“So what are you saying? I’m half-assing it?” He’s grinning ear to ear now, his gummy smile undeniably cute. For a split second, it causes a blooming sensation in the pit of your stomach. But no, stop—you fold your arms, determined to maintain composure.

“I’m just saying that I’ll believe it when I see it.”

As if in a challenge, Yoongi narrows his eyes at you while Namjoon continues watching the scene unfold from across the table, eyes darting between the two of you. “You’ll have to come up to my producing room sometime,” Yoongi says. “It’s the only way I can prove it to you.”

“Mhm, right.” You share a knowing look with Yoongi, his dark eyes dancing with what can only be described as mischief. Being that his music equipment is on the 17th floor, which is reserved for Hybe artists only, you haven’t even considered venturing to the upper halls.

“You really should see his producing room __-nim,” Namjoon chimes after being a spectator for longer than he’d like. “He’s got an insane setup up there.”

“We’ll see,” you reply simply, “Maybe.”

From the remainder of your meal, the conversation shifts to lighter topics as Yoongi recounts a funny story about trying to write lyrics late at night and accidentally sending them to his accountant instead of Taehuyng. Namjoon bursts out laughing, nearly spilling his water, while you shake your head in amused disbelief.

“Did they give you any financial advice on your lyrics?” you prob.

“Surprisingly, no.” Yoongi replies with a chuckle. “But I got a very confusing email the next morning.”

“We should do this more often,” Namjoon interjects once he finishes his noodles, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “It’s good to catch up, and it’s great getting to know you too, __-nim. I’m glad you could join us.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” you say with a smile of gratitude. “It’s been nice.”

After lunch concludes, you part ways with Yoongi and Namjoon. They head off to a meeting with the rest of the members, while you return to your office to tackle a pile of reports. If you hadn’t been so focused on making your way back, you might have noticed Yoongi sneaking a final glance at you over his shoulder.

Later that evening, after a long day of preparations and discussions with your team, you finally head home. The events of the day still linger in your mind, but a sense of accomplishment accompanies your fatigue as the first episode of 'Suchwita' is already being edited for release.

How is it that tomorrow is already the first day of December? Time flies.

As you unlock the door to your apartment and step inside, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s a message from your parents, asking for the second time if you’ll be coming home for the holidays. You recall your mother’s earlier message mentioning someone she wanted to introduce you to—a potential husband. You had seen through her request instantly but had delayed your reply.

A pang of guilt now tugs at your heart as you finally type out your response, carefully explaining that you have a new project to film and won’t have many days off. You promise to try and visit around New Year’s instead, hoping you’ll be better mentally prepared then.

Setting your phone down, you realize you haven’t heard from Taehyung today. Usually, he checks in or shares a quick update about his schedule. You wonder if everything is alright with him but decide not to overthink it, making a mental note to reach out to him tomorrow.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you settle down on the couch with a cup of tea. The quietness of your apartment is a stark contrast to the lively energy of the production set.

As you sip your tea, you start to relax, but then your phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a message from Taehyung. You quickly open it, relieved to see his name.

Tae 💚: Hey, sorry I didn’t check earlier. It’s been a crazy day. How did the first taping go with Yoongi and Namjoon?

Smiling, you type out a reply.

You: It went really well. We should have everything edited and ready for upload by Monday. How about you? Everything okay?

Tae 💚: Good to hear! Yeah, everything’s okay on my end. Just a full day with shoots and meetings with Bang PD. I’m sorry we didn’t get to have our usual lunch together 🙁

You: Me too. Maybe tomorrow?

Tae 💚: I should be able to. Let me know when you decide to head down. By the way…look [attached an image]

The second you see the image of farm-fresh strawberries in a vibrant green container, you nearly leap from your seat. You and Taehyung love fruit, especially the ones from the local farmers market where they have the best variety. You like to go every other weekend, at the same time, if you could. The only unfortunate part is that to keep down rumors, Taehyung and you often shopped separately as if strangers, then reconvened in a private location to show each other your purchases. Often, he’d come to your place for a meal afterward.

It wasn’t an ideal system since you’d like to be out with Taehyung more freely, but despite the crowds, the public was always quick to recognize him. This coming Saturday is the next time you both planned to go, but the image looks like he’s already been there.

You: What?! 😭 You went to the farmers market without me??

Tae 💚: Oh, no! I wouldn't dream of it! This is the last container I have at my house, so we need to go soon. Saturday can’t come soon enough!

You: Okay good, because I like going together haha. I need more mangos and oranges! I ate my last orange today and got sad about it.

Tae 💚: 🤣 You sound like Yoongi-hyung. He loves oranges too. The two of you have more similarities in food and drinks than I thought. Has he offered you a drink of his whiskey yet?

The question surprises you. Had Yoongi told him what happened between the two of you at lunch?

You: How did you know that?

Tae 💚: Wait, really? I was just asking because he likes to offer it to me whenever I visit him in his studio. He really asked you to have a drink with him? __?

You: Yes. After we filmed, we all decided to grab lunch. Long story short, Yoongi said he had whiskey in his producing room and said I should come up sometime. I haven’t even been to the 17th floor yet.

Tae 💚: You should take him up on the offer! Go see what he’s got going on up there __. His studio is pretty immaculate.

You: Hmm, I don't know. It was a pretty informal invite, to be honest, and I’m not technically allowed up there.

Tae 💚: Don’t think so much about it. It’s clear that you and Yoongi are work partners now, so no one will think twice about you being on the floor. Also, you can always come up and visit me. I’m down the hall from Yoongi’s room.

You: We’ll see.

Tae 💚: What? You don’t want to come up and see me? I always visit you. 😭

You: Fine, fine. I’ll come up to see you one of these days, but only you. I have no business knocking on Yoongi’s door while he’s busy with his album tracks.

Tired, you shut off your phone. Your thoughts drift back to the moments shared with Yoongi and Namjoon during lunch. It was nice getting to know Namjoon for the first time, as you’ve been curious about him since he’s been the leader of BTS for the past nine years. There’s a similarity you both share; leadership experience.

You feel like you got closer to Yoongi as well, with the way you both easily responded to each other’s quips. But where did that playful swat come from? That’s the kind of behavior you reserve for friends only. Was Yoongi starting to become more than a colleague?

The idea sends an unexpected rush through your veins.

With the first of December being tomorrow, it’s coming up on three weeks of working side by side with Yoongi. You meant it when you said working with him has been enjoyable, as you’ve found that his meticulous nature complements your own. His dry humor is one you’ve particularly come to appreciate too.

Yes, finding common ground on some decisions can be tricky. There have been moments where you’ve both stood firm on your perspectives, each believing in the merit of your ideas. However, even amid disagreement, there is always mutual respect extended toward each other. Yoongi listens intently, considering your points before responding, and you do the same for him.

Given the nature of it all, you have a feeling you’ll become better acquainted not only with Yoongi but also with the rest of his members. After all, you’re already best friends with Taehyung, who’s quite the networker. He’s been your anchor in this new environment since day one, to be honest, always ready with a smile or a word of encouragement.

Taking another sip of your tea, you lean your head back against the couch, staring up at the blank ceiling, lost in thought.

You should truly learn to savor the quiet moments because, for the remainder of the week, you don’t get a second to spare. Lunch with Taehyung was abruptly cut short by an unforeseen team emergency, and Yoongi’s packed schedule left little room for more than fleeting glimpses. By the time Saturday morning rolls around, you consider yourself fortunate to have the weekend mostly free of work demands.

The crisp chill of early December invigorates you as you wake up refreshed, eager for the farmers market trip you’ve been looking forward to all week. After a quick breakfast, you bundle up in a cozy scarf and jacket and head to the familiar meeting spot where you and Taehyung always begin your market visits.

When you arrive, Taehyung is already there, a familiar baseball cap perched on his head to help keep a low profile. He looks up and waves when he sees you, a bright smile lighting up his face.

"Hey! You made it," Taehyung says as you approach.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this," you reply, grinning back. "I need my mango and orange fix."

"Well, you're in luck. They have some really good ones today," he says, carefully pointing towards the nearby stalls that overflow with colorful fruits. The market appears to be alive with vibrant colors and enticing scents, and as the crowds grow, vendors enthusiastically call out their specials, adding to the lively atmosphere.

“See you on the other side?” you ask.

He nods, and you both venture into the market, maintaining an appropriate distance but always within sight. You exchange occasional glances and smiles while picking out the ripest mangos, juiciest oranges, and a few baskets of the strawberries he teased you about earlier in the week.

As you weave through the stalls, you soon get lost in the joy of discovering fresh, local products, comforted by the knowledge that Taehyung's just a few stalls away.

After about an hour, you reconvene at a quiet corner of the market, both carrying bags filled with fruits and other goodies.

"Successful haul?" Taehyung asks, eyeing your bags.

"Definitely," you reply, holding up a mango triumphantly. "How about you?"

"Got everything I wanted," he says, showing off his own bags filled with strawberries, grapes, and a few other items. "These will be perfect for a smoothie, or a fruit salad."

"How about we head back to my place and one of those? If you have time."

“Yes, I definitely have time,” he agrees, a genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as you start walking towards your apartment, a sudden movement catches your eye—a rogue orange rolling towards your feet.

Puzzled, you pick it up and look around, thinking it must have come from a nearby vendor or another shopper.

"Looks like you've found your orange," Taehyung remarks with a chuckle.

Just then, you spot a familiar figure sprinting towards you, with another following closely behind.

"Namjoon, seriously? I asked you to hold the bag for not even five seconds!" Yoongi calls out, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You're going to start a fruit-rolling revolution."

“Hey, it got away from me, man!” Namjoon defends his clumsiness, laughing. “Sorry about that," he adds sheepishly, not yet realizing who he's approaching.

“__-nim!” He abruptly stops in his tracks when he recognizes you and Taehyung in front of him. You offer the orange to him instinctively, feeling a bit startled.

“Thanks,” Namjoon says, taking the orange from your hand. He looks you straight in the eye, then at Taehyung before slowly breaking into a full smile. “I thought I saw the two of you back there, but Yoongi didn't believe me. When did you guys get here? Yoongi and I arrived about twenty minutes ago."

"About an hour ago," Taehyung replies casually.

"Man, you should have let us know. We could have come as a group!”

The remark catches you off guard, as this is the first time the four of you have been in such close proximity, let alone on a group outing.

Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly in response. “I had plans with __.”

Namjoon chuckles, glancing between all of you. “Well hey, I understand. I’m just saying, I’d be fun to hang out outside of work sometime.”

“But, this is our thing,” Taehyung counters, a bit possessively, in a platonic sense, of course.

Beside Namjoon, Yoongi stands with a single bag of oranges in his hand and nothing else. His eyes widen slightly at Taehyung's words, glancing at the bag of oranges nestled among the other fruits you're holding.

"You have a thing?" Yoongi asks, his tone a mix of genuine surprise and a hint of amusement.

"Yeah, we come here often," Taehyung answers, a small smile playing on his lips. "We're both fruit fanatics!"

"Right," Yoongi nods slowly, seeming to process this new information. "Well, it makes sense then. This is the best place to get the freshest fruit.”

“Is that a pineapple, Tae?” Namjoon’s eyes instantly light up when they spot the spiky fruit peeking out of one of Taehyung’s grocery bags.

A grin spreads across Taehyung’s face, like oil on water. “Yeah, it is. I found it at a little hidden stall. It’s easier to show you than to explain. I can take you over if you’d like.”

“Lead the way,” Namjoon agrees eagerly, then glances over at you and Yoongi. “You guys coming too?” You both exchange a quick look before shaking your head.

"We'll stay here," you say. "The crowd's a bit much."

"Alright, we’ll be back in a few minutes,” Taehyung nods. He and Namjoon begin weaving their way back into the bustling market, leaving you and Yoongi in the quiet corner.

Yoongi leans against a nearby wall and lets out a contented sigh. “This is nice. It’s been a hell of a week.”

You nod, taking a moment to appreciate the calmness as well. “It has. But look,” you gesture casually to each other’s bags, “at least we scored some amazing fruit from it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly. “So we did. I’m tempted to have one of my oranges now, but I think I'll save them for later. How’s the rest of the weekend looking for you by the way?”

Just some editing work for 'Suchwita' and maybe a bit of relaxation. What about you?"

“I might grab a few drinks with Namjoon, but I plan on spending most of my time in the studio. I’ve been fine-tuning my album tracks and recently discovered a new artist who’s been a huge source of inspiration.”

“Really?” You’re beyond intrigued, always open to hearing about new music. “Who are they?”

Yoongi gives you a knowing look. “I think you’re already pretty familiar with them.” A sparkle beams in his eyes as he waits for you to connect the dots. It takes you a few seconds before your entire face lights up with a big smile.

“No way,” you exclaim, “The Last Shadow Puppets?!”

He nods, returning your smile. Yoongi’s admission about The Last Shadow Puppets sends a warm thrill through you.

“I’m glad you gave them a listen,” you say with a pleased grin. “I consider Alex Turner to be one of the best, if not the best, lyricists of all time.”

“Well, I might just have to agree with you there. The depth of his lyrics are pretty damn genius. After you mentioned the band the other day, I got curious and decided to dive into their discography. I’ve listened to everything they’ve put out now, all in one sitting.” He pauses, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

It’s as if he’s proud to share this with you.

“I didn’t realize you had such an impressive ear for music, __-ssi,” he adds, teasing lightly.

“Excuse you? I’ve been known to have impeccable taste, for your information,” you fire back, feigning offense. "I might even have better taste than you."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Is that so?”

You nod confidently. "Absolutely. I've got a knack for finding hidden gems."

“Alright then, impress me. Recommend me something else. What's the next masterpiece on your list?”

You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Oh, I could do that," you begin, "but then you'd owe me cigarettes for a week."

Yoongi's eyes widen slightly, a similar competitiveness reflecting in his gaze. "Bold words. Are you sure you can back them up?"

“There’s no doubt I can, Yoongi-ssi. Have you ever listened to 'Candy' by Paolo Nutini? If you haven't, you're seriously missing out."

"Candy? I don't think I know that one."

"You're in for a treat then,” you reply. "'Candy' is one of those songs that hook you from the first listen. Give it a try, and if you don't fall in love with it, I'll cook you kimchi jigae for lunch on Monday. But if you do love it, you're buying me cigarettes for a week."

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist the challenge. "Alright, deal. I can't say no, especially with Taehyung showing off the food you make for him nearly every chance he gets. You’re quite the cook, it seems.”

With a satisfied grin, you pull out your phone. "I'll send you the link to the song so it'll be easier for you to find when you get a chance to listen."

Yoongi nods, already unlocking his phone. “Challenge accepted. But if I end up not loving it, I'm holding you to that bowl of kimchi jigae.”

“Sure thing,” you reply, unfazed. “But I’m already looking forward to those cigarettes, Yoongi-ssi. Make sure you get the good ones, okay?”

Yoongi chuckles in reply, shaking his head in amusement.

“I promise. Only the best ones for you, __-ssi.”

Monday arrives sooner than expected with the highly anticipated release of the first episode of 'Suchwita'. You're certain that the new production will be well received by the audience, but you know better than to prematurely declare its success. Even after approving the final edits over the weekend, you remind yourself to remain mindful of unexpected challenges lurking around the corner—roadblocks and last-minute changes that continually test your team's resolve.

Throughout the day, as the clock ticks towards evening, you monitor the episode's reception with bated breath. The first reviews trickle in within minutes, and initial viewer reactions are positive, gradually easing some of your tension.

By just past 7 pm, 'Suchwita' earns over three million views, its popularity evident as it spreads rapidly across the globe.

Amidst this whirlwind of emotions and the constant rush of notifications, a familiar buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts.

Yoongi: Looks like I owe you some cigarettes

You smile, immediately recalling the recent wager the two of you made about Paolo Nutini's "Candy”. Truth be told, Yoongi’s reaction to the song has kept you on edge for days.

You: So, do you believe I have a good ear for music now? 🙃 I’m pleased you enjoyed the song, by the way.

Yoongi: It appears I do. The cigarettes are in my production room. Come by if you're up for it.

You blink at the screen, taken aback. Yoongi's producing room was his sanctuary, a place so personal and significant that the thought of being in that space felt almost invasive. You recall his casual remark last Wednesday about coming up to take a look, though it was unclear if it was just banter or a genuine invitation.

You: You sure it's okay for me to come up there? I don't want to disturb your creative zone.

Sending the message, you wait, half-expecting him to retract the invitation or reassure you in some way. Instead, his reply comes almost instantly.

Yoongi: It's quiet here, and I wouldn’t mind some good company.

Your mind wrestles with curiosity and caution as you reread the text. After a moment's deliberation, you type your response.

You: Okay, I can come up for a few minutes

Once in front of the 17th floor where Yoongi’s production room is located, you pull out your phone to send him a text, notifying him of your arrival and the need to be let in. Just as you're about to send the message, however, the door suddenly swings open.

Standing before you is a man with soft eyes, gently pushing the door open. It's Park Jimin, looking visibly surprised to find you standing just inches away from the entrance. Behind him, Jungkook nearly bumps into him from the abrupt halt.

"Hey there," Jimin says, his surprise quickly transforming into a welcoming smile. "You must be __-nim, Yoongi's marketing manager, right?"

You nod, slightly unprepared for how quickly they've identified you. "Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you, Jimin, Jungkook," you reply warmly, extending your hand in greeting. Meeting them was inevitable, but you didn’t expect it to happen tonight.

Jungkook grins and nods in acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you too, __-nim. I’m guessing you’re here to see Yoongi-hyung?”

“For a little bit, yes.”

"Come on in then.” Jimin steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. “If Yoongi's expecting you, you're more than welcome. We'd take you straight to him if we weren't rushing off to a last-minute photoshoot. His room's just down the hall on the left. You can’t miss it."

“I completely understand,” you assure them gratefully. “Thank you both. It was nice meeting you.”

With a final smile, the pair exits the floor, leaving you to continue down the hallway.

It doesn't take long before you spot a slightly ajar door on the far left, casting a warm glow into the corridor—undeniably Yoongi’s production room. Without hesitation, you approach and knock gently on the dark oak, but there's no response. Trying again yields the same silence, leaving you uncertain if he can hear you. Deciding it may be better to push the door open, you do so with caution.

Inside Yoongi's production room, the atmosphere is cozy, filled with an array of musical instruments, a decent-sized couch, scattered music sheets, and a softly glowing computer screen displaying complex audio tracks. Taehyung and Namjoon were absolutely right when they said his space is immaculate because as you take in the details around you, you too conclude that it’s one of a kind.

Yoongi himself is at his desk, leaning over with an expression of intense focus. You're prepared to make a playful remark to capture his attention, but as Yoongi looks up, his bloodshot eyes stop you short. They are reddened and slightly glazed, with dark circles underneath—a stark contrast to the usual sharpness and clarity in his gaze. Even his posture seems weighed down by exhaustion, indicating just how hard he's been pushing himself, perhaps too hard.

“I see you found the place alright," he smiles weakly, though he does his best to keep his tone uplifted. "I’m glad you could come."

“Yoongi-ssi, are you okay?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, concern only tightening in your chest as you realize the extent of the strain he must be under.

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing his eyes as if to wipe away the fatigue etched into his face. “I might have overdone it this weekend,” he confesses, his voice heavy with weariness. “I’ve been working on this track nonstop, trying to get it just right. I just don’t think it’s good enough yet, and the minute I think I’ve finally made a break though, I’m back to square one.” Seeing him so drained and filled with self-doubt stirs something protective within you.

“Your work is incredible, Yoongi-ssi,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “You pour so much of yourself into it, constantly striving for perfection, and that dedication is admirable. But sometimes, it’s important to take a step back, breathe, and allow yourself to be proud of your work. I believe in your talent as both an artist and a producer, and I'm confident that your music will be exactly what it needs to be.”

Yoongi looks at you for a moment, his tired eyes searching yours as if assessing your sincerity. Slowly, a small, appreciative smile forms on his lips. "Thanks," he murmurs, the weariness in his voice tempered by a hint of gratitude. "I think I needed to hear some of that tonight.”

Without another word, he leans back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders visibly relax, and for a brief moment, the weight of exhaustion seems to ease.

"Do you want to talk about what you've been working on?” you ask. “Sometimes bouncing ideas around helps."

Yoongi nods slowly, looking thoughtful. "Maybe that's exactly what I need right now," he admits, his tone more relaxed than before. He gestures to the leather couch near his desk, inviting you to sit.

As you settle into the comfortable leather couch, Yoongi begins to share his thoughts. He speaks about the challenges he's encountered with the track, detailing moments of doubt and frustration.

"I've been wrestling with this melody for weeks," he admits, leaning forward slightly. "It's like I can hear it in my head, but every time I try to put it down, it slips away."

He describes how he struggled to find the right melody, the perfect rhythm, and the lyrics that would convey exactly what he wanted to express.

"I want this track to resonate with people on a deeper level," he says earnestly, his eyes reflecting his determination. “But it's been tough trying to balance the beat with the lyrics."

As he delves deeper into his creative process, you notice a shift in his demeanor. His voice becomes more animated, his gestures more expressive as he shares anecdotes about late-night studio sessions, where ideas flowed freely, and moments of clarity when everything seemed to click into place.

"It's moments like those," he reflects with a smile, "that remind me why I love what I do."

Throughout the conversation, you offer supportive nods and occasional insights, encouraging Yoongi to explore different angles or suggesting ideas that might complement his vision. It becomes clear that bouncing ideas around, as you suggested earlier, is indeed helping him to clarify his thoughts and reignite his creative spark.

"You know," he muses after a thoughtful pause, "it's rare to find someone who gets it—understands the drive, the struggle. Most people just see the end result, not what it takes to get there."

You nod again, silently acknowledging the depth of what he shares. "I'm glad I can be here for you," you reply sincerely. "It means a lot that you trust me with this."

"Would you like a drink? Some whiskey, maybe?" Yoongi pops the question out of nowhere, catching you off guard, yet you don’t decline the offer.

"Sure, but only if you promise to get some rest after," you counter, half-joking, half-serious. He chuckles in response.

Rising from his seat, Yoongi walks to a small cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses. As he pours the amber liquid, the room seems to exhale with him, the earlier tension melting away.

"Mind if I sit with you?" he asks, handing you a glass of whiskey and gesturing to the space beside you on the couch.

You nod in acceptance and take a sip of your drink, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spread through you.

"Thanks for coming up here," Yoongi says, his voice noticeably more relaxed than before. ”I didn't realize how much I needed a break until tonight.”

You nod, understanding the weight of creative pressures and the relentless pursuit of perfection. "It's important to recharge," you reply gently, raising your glass. "To moments like this—where we can step back and just be."

Yoongi clinks his glass against yours, a faint smile playing on his lips. "To moments like this," he echoes, taking a sip.

As the conversation flows, the evening unfolds into a rhythm of shared stories, musings about life, and occasional quiet moments where the only sound is the soft hum of the room.

“__-ssi,” he starts, swirling the whiskey in his glass, "I should really get you up here more often. This could be a thing. Whiskey breaks in my producing room."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Count me in," you reply, raising your glass once more.

"And before I forget," Yoongi chuckles, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "I owe you for introducing me to some new, kick-ass music."

"Why, thank you," you reply with a smile. "Much appreciated. You got the good kind too. You spoil me, Yoongi-ssi."

“You’re welcome. Can I be honest for a second though?”

“Sure.”

“Part of me was actually hoping I’d dislike ‘Candy’ because I had a feeling you make a mean kimchi jigae. But the song was too good; I had to pay it respect.”

“I told you you’d fall in love with it, Yoongi-ssi” you say, perhaps a bit cheekier than intended. “Let's start a new wager: I'll make my special homemade kimchi jigae for you.”

"Really?" His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas day.

"Yes, I will," you giggle, "as long as you keep taking my music recommendations."

"Deal," he says firmly, setting down his glass. He extends his hand for you to shake, and you both laugh at his sudden goofiness. “Thanks again for tonight, __-ssi, for everything.”

“Of course,” you reply. “I told you we’re teammates now, didn’t I?”

“After tonight, I think we could be friends too.”

As you both linger in the moment, the studio's door swings open, and a voice calls out, "Hey, Yoongi, are you still here?"

Yoongi glances towards the door and then back at you with a playful smirk. "Looks like I've got more company," he says, nodding towards the doorway.

I’ll let you get back to work," you say, gesturing towards his mixing board. "Can't wait to hear more of these tracks."

"Thanks," he says warmly, appreciating your encouragement. "And about that kimchi jigae…"

"You haven't forgotten?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Never,” he replies with a grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

With a final wave, you leave Yoongi to his work, wondering if perhaps being friends wasn't so far-fetched after all. Only time would tell.

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for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!

Snooze

Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader

Word Count: 1.5k

This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze

Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.

Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷

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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him. 

The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.

Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.

You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.

The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.

You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor.  “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.

“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”

“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.

“Oh no, I-“

“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” 

Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”

“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.

“Steven. Steven Grant.”

It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time. 

3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.

“Steven?”

The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.” 

“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.

You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”

Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.

“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.

“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.

“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment. 

“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.

The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.

“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”

“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”

Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you. 

“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.” 

“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you. 

“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”

“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.

“Can I kiss you, love?” 

“I thought you would never ask.”

Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you. 

Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.

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Hello! Are you still writing hcs?

Graves with a spouse(writing this as a husband for him myself 🥰) who loves sewing and knitting, or some something amongst 'cozy hobbies' like embroidery, reading, poetry or baking. Just wondering How a relationship would be between them or how Graves would act.

Your writing is very lovely btw! I fell in love with it, very beautiful!

Hello! I am still writing HCs, it'll probably be a little bit longer until I take a proper break! That was a really cute request, I liked that one! Domestic and sweet stuff like that is always the best, so thank you for bestowing a request like that upon me! (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

Graves with a Spouse with Cozy Hobbies

As mentioned already, Graves loves feeling like the big, strong, useful man in the relationship, so he’d absolutely love you even more if you have “soft and cozy” hobbies like the ones you mentioned. While he is very much a talker, something like knitting can be done while holding a conversation, so he’ll definitely talk to you as you work on your next project. He thinks it’s really awesome, the way your hands move so quickly to create something like a sweater, a scarf, or even a plushie. You don’t really look at him, way too absorbed in your project and not wanting to make even a single mistake, but you still spend time with him. It’s ideal, he can tell you the newest, juiciest gossip among his Shadows while you make him the coziest sweater he’s ever seen. Lets you measure him, if you need and want to, because he really wants that sweater. You wanna put a cute little motif, like a cup of coffee on it as well? He’ll fall in love even more than before.

But even when he’s tired, he wants to spend his time with you. Instead of talking, he’ll lean against you and watch you crochet a bit before nodding off ever so slowly. It’s nice, it’s repetitive, for the most part, and it’s also quiet. By the time he wakes up he gets to see more of your beautiful creation, so that’s a big plus. And when he isn’t dozing off against you, he’s more than happy to hold your yarn and make it a bit longer when you need it. There’s something magical about watching you crochet. He had to crochet in elementary school, but, since he didn’t want to sit down for something like that, he wasn’t very good at it. His strengths always lied elsewhere, so it’s fascinating to him that you can sit in the same position for hours on end, barely moving, and still having fun. The only time he has to do that is when he’s filing reports, and afterwards he needs something to take his mind off of those.

Graves, every time he’s about to go out without you, will always ask you if you need anything from the arts and crafts stores, willing to buy you the loveliest fleece for felting if you ask him for it. Hell, if you want to sell your plushies, or your creations in general, he’s probably the best man to have on your side. Especially when it comes to plushies. Some of his Shadows have families with children, so he knows some of them would love your creations. Might sometimes ask you if you could knit or crochet a baby wooly hat for one of them, if you have the time, since his Shadows know you can be trusted with a task like that. You will always be reimbursed, either by his Shadows or by Graves himself. Sometimes he does like to gift his Shadows something you made and pretend they bought it. You’ll always get your money, but it might sometimes be out of Graves’ pocket.

He definitely likes the domesticity of it. He can go about his day, certain you won’t get hurt, unless you’re sewing or embroidering. But he’d never stop you from pursuing a craft like that. In fact, he’ll actively encourage you, always asking about your projects and wanting to know if he can help you in any way. He wants to see your embroidery, your crocheting, your sewing, as well, so he might gently pick it up from time to time, view it from every angle and give you feedback a la Graves, praising you like only he could.

When you’re a baker you can be sure he’ll taste test your stuff every single time. He has a bit of a sweet tooth, not too much, but he loves you, so he’s willing to eat everything you make. If you’re up making cookies, then he’ll help you by either buying you the best, most reliable hand mixer he can find, or by stirring the dough himself so your arms won’t get too tired. This he does under the condition that he gets to be the first person to try your cookies, your cake, your cobbler. He may not be the worst baker, but he can still learn a lot from you. That he does with all the love in the world, looking at you with an adoring expression as you put the baked goods in the oven, waiting for them to finish. Always has a big smile on his face when he watches you be this content with your life. While you wait for it to properly bake, he’d sometimes ask you to play card games with him. Always lets you win on purpose during those times since you always look so happy when you win. Afterwards he rewards you with a kiss.

While he may be everything but a fan of poetry, he can respect you being one. Will listen to everything you have to say about them, from your analyses to you reading one out loud. If you have a few poets you like especially well then Graves will bend his back trying to find beautiful anthologies of their works. Maybe some books with a few gold engravings that would look well on a shelf. He wants you to know that, despite him not being interested, he still supports you. While you’re reading a book, he might sneak up on you, startle you and then take you into his arms, trying to get you comfortable so you can continue to read. Might glance at your book from time to time to get a feeling for what you’re reading. If it’s something especially cheesy he might chuckle a bit and call you out on being a hopeless romantic, giving you a kiss to your nose afterwards.

Overall, he likes it. It’s nice, not having to worry about you going god knows where and ending up injured. Besides, he always has something nice to come home to, whether that be some beautiful embroidery of violets or a Sachertorte you made from scratch. Will always praise you for doing well, will always make sure you have the means to keep creating, baking and reading. Does his best to keep it that way as well, you’re his precious little darlin’ and you deserve the world and so much more in his eyes.

[ravenquills]

Please Invite Me Again | Amit Thakkar x MC

summary - You accompany Amit to the Astronomy Tower to do homework together, but your blanket is so soft and your sweater is so warm... z z Z

warnings - fluff, drabble, GN!MC

notes - Felt so eepy and uninspired today. Started writing 2 Ominis thingies but not happy with em.... Quick Amit flavored sweet treat before bed because he's the easiest to write for me and I luv him 💙💙💙🥰🔭🌠

word count - 692

At first, Amit refused to let you join him for his astronomy homework, insisting it was too late and too dull. But your charm quickly won him over. After insisting that you’d enjoy doing anything as long as it was with him—along with making use of your well-practiced puppy eyes—he relented.

Even though it was only the beginning of fall and the nights hadn’t turned truly cold yet, you were always cold. You ascended the stairs of the Astronomy Tower with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a pillow clutched to your chest. Beneath the blanket, you carried your book bag over one shoulder and wore the softest, warmest sweater you owned.

Amit chuckled at the sight. “You look as if you’ve brought your whole bed with you!” he said, amused. He invited you to sit beside him near the telescope he was working with. You settled down on the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest and leaning against the railing, your blanket providing a bit of cushioning against the hard floor.

As you had predicted, the air this high up quickly turned much cooler as the night deepened. You were glad to have brought your blanket, which you wrapped more tightly around yourself. Amit teased you about how cozy you looked, clearly a little envious  that he hadn’t thought to bring a blanket as well. You teased him back, playfully offering to share, but he declined.

The blanket served as the perfect shield against the gentle but cold winds that swept through the tower. Having completed more than half of your own work, you set it aside to watch Amit as he continued with his. He alternated between looking through the telescope, consulting his book, and charting something on a scroll. He explained that he was doing homework weeks in advance. “That way, I can spend more time on leisure stargazing instead of assignment stargazing,” he said with a grin.

Feeling the warmth of the blanket and the softness of your pillow, you began to feel drowsy. Resting your head on the pillow against your knees, you leaned against the railing and drifted off to sleep. 

Amit was about to call you over to look at a hippogriff flying nearby, but he stopped when he turned to look at you. The sight of you sleeping soundly, with a peaceful expression on your face, tugged at his heartstrings. He reached out to move a strand of your hair back in place, accidentally grazing his finger against the soft skin of your face. Hesitating for a moment, he gave into his thoughts and gently ran the back of his finger down your cheek to your jaw. Holding his hand beneath your chin, he brushed his thumb lightly over your soft, slightly parted lips. The sight of you like this, with his hands on you, made his imagination run wild with thoughts that would later fill him with guilt.   

Amit quickly withdrew his hand when he felt you stir and shift in your sleep. He scrambled to look busy as you rubbed your eyes and slowly woke up. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you out so late…” he said, glancing at you with an anxious smile, trying his best to hide his nervousness. 

As you both headed back to your dormitory, Amit insisted on carrying your bag. When you reached your destination, you took the bag from him, and as a thank you, you pulled him down for a quick peck on the cheek. 

Amit’s eyes widened in surprise as he stifled a gasp, his hand flying to the spot where you had kissed him, his cheeks growing redder by the second.

“Please invite me again,” you said with a smile, looking back at him as you walked away. Amit stood still for a moment, replaying the moment in his head, his earlier thoughts of you rushing back. Practically skipping back to his dorm, he was overjoyed and overwhelmed with his newfound feelings. 

The next day, Amit approached you and eagerly asked if you’d join him at the Astronomy Tower again. This time, he made sure to bring his own blanket.

[loreandorder]

The Gift of a Puppy's Love ♡

Femdom Wolfgirl x gn puppy sub (mentions of them wearing panties, though thats it)

cw: petplay with hybrid characters (ears, tails and canine senses/instincts), pussy eating, scent kink, domestic bdsm, power exchange, service, a tiny bit of angst, intimacy and romance

a/n: Hello again critters, I'm back with another little story for you all! This one is a bit more soft and romantic than the last, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless ♡

Please let me know what you think! And feel free to drop into my askbox if you'd like to see me write something specific in the future, I'm happy to take requests 🥰

~ Miss Lore xo

I heard a small shuffle outside my home office door and my tall wolf-like ears perked, swiveling slightly to hear better. The door clicked open quietly and soft warm light filled the room from the nightlight in the bathroom across the hall. A delicate scent I knew almost better than my own reached my sensitive nose and I spun my office chair around to face the door.

The bright light of the computer screen in the dark room burned into my dry eyes as I watched the cursor blinking away at me tauntingly. The clock on the screen read 2:48AM. I sighed raggedly and put my head in my hands, these reports were going to be the end of me.

I had recently been promoted, much to the annoyance of my new and very misogynistic manager, Dan. He had been an absolute prick to me from the moment I started working with him, but he had very quickly realized that he had the power to dump all his shitty tasks and responsibilities onto me too.

There was nothing I could do about it other than grit and bear it. I had worked so damn hard to earn this promotion, ten times harder than I would have had to at any other company, and it was given to me very begrudgingly. I was the only woman in my field at a male dominated company, and now that I had finally got this position I had no intention of giving them a reason to say “I told you so”.

“What are you doing up Puppy? Is everything okay?” I inquired gently but urgently, focusing my senses to search for any sign of danger in the house or signs of distress from the blanket wrapped figure in the doorway. I had tucked them into our large cozy bed hours ago, and it wasn’t normal for them to be up in the night, something had to be wrong.

“You never came to bed, Alpha…” Puppy’s soft voice had a worried tone that instantly set my heart racing with my own worry. I reached out for them instinctively and they came to me without hesitation, crawling into my lap with their legs hanging through the arms of the chair.

I wrapped one arm around them, fitting their body to mine, and tucked Puppy's head down against my chest. I then reached down to make sure the pup was wearing their cozy socks and tucked the edges of the blanket around them securely to keep them warm in the cool office. I ran hot, Puppy ran cold, and I was forever fussing over them with blankets, socks, and sweaters. In the winter my instincts went into overdrive, and I’d spend the whole season obsessively perfecting a nest in our room to keep my sweet Pup warm and safe through the cold months.

“I’m sorry Puppy, Alpha got carried away with work. Did you have a nightmare?” I rumbled comfortingly and stroked their back with my warm hands.

“Nuh uh,” they replied, nuzzling into the crook of my neck where my scent was strongest. Sometimes, I wondered if my scent was like a drug to them, they could never seem to get enough. I wasn’t about to complain though, I loved the way my little pup was always worshiping the sensitive area with nuzzles or their wonderful little mouth. Oh how I loved their plush lips and the wetness of their delectable tongue.

“No? What’s wrong then Pup?” I asked and returned their affections by nuzzling into the top of their head, breathing them in and enjoying the feel of their soft curly hair.

“I missed you!” Puppy whined and sat up to look at me, “and you’re so tired Alpha! That awful man makes you work too much!” Their whine turned into a fiery little growl that made me smile down at them in adoration.

“Don’t worry My ferocious little guard Pup, Alpha is okay. No more worrying, that’s my job.” I brushed their chocolate curls back from their face and cupped their cheeks. To my surprise their face scrunched up in what I guessed was their adorably pathetic attempt at a stern look.

“Alpha needs to relax and get a good sleep! You’re gonna get sick and then I won’t know what to do to make you all better again!” they barked in their sweet little voice.

I gently squeezed their thigh in warning, “I appreciate the concern little Pup, but you need to watch your tone with your Alpha.”

Puppy flushed pink in the low lighting and dropped their chin in deference, but to my surprise they continued to speak, “Please Alpha, please come to bed now. For me? Pleeeease Alpha?” they whined, and as they looked up at me from beneath their beautiful long lashes I knew my little pup had won. My smart little Puppy knew my weaknesses, and they knew exactly when I was in just the right state for them to use them against me.

I sighed and my body sagged, curling around Puppy with exhaustion. I rested my forehead in the crook of their delicate neck and a few tears slipped from my eyes to their skin. Puppy was right. I was pushing too hard, and as strong as I was I would break eventually. When that time came it wouldn’t only be me that suffered, Puppy would suffer too and that was not something I would ever allow to happen.

Puppy wriggled their arms free from my hold and wrapped them around me, whimpering softly. I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to let anymore tears fall, I didn’t want to concern my pup anymore than I already had. It broke my heart to know that they must have been worrying about me for a while now, I thought I had been hiding my stress and exhaustion well. Apparently I hadn’t done good enough. Then again, where would we be a month, even a few weeks, from now when I finally burnt out had Puppy not noticed?

“It’ll be okay Puppy. Let’s go to bed, okay?” I lifted their head from my shoulder and stroked their cheek lovingly before gently helping them to their feet. I took their hand in mine and led Puppy towards our bedroom. My body was tense and achy from all the time spent hunched over my desk recently and I had a feeling that without the help of sheer exhaustion I would be too tense to sleep.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered our bedroom. “Puppy? What’s going on?” I looked over to them in confusion. The bed was made and all of our pillows were propped up against the headboard in the middle of the bed, and I could tell that Puppy had been fussing over the perfect placement. The lights in the room were off, but placed around the room were some of my favourite candles from my collection. The light scents of Lavender, chamomile, sage, and a note of cedar wood flowed over me and I let out a content rumble.

“What’s going on in that beautiful little brain of yours Pup?”

Puppy turned pink again in the flickering candlelight and bashfully fiddled with their blanket, “you’ve been working so hard to take care of us Alpha, I-I want to help you relax. I want to make you feel g-good so you have sweet dreams…”

I cocked my head and smiled at my puppy adoringly. They truly were such a special little creature, I was so incredibly lucky to have found them.

“Are you sure Puppy? Just getting to snuggle up with you is more than enough to make me feel good, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes Alpha, I know… but I want to, I really, really want to. Please Alpha, please let me make you feel good. I need it Alpha, please,” they practically whimpered with the desire to serve and care for their Alpha as they pleaded.

I reached out and cupped their face, stroking their cheek lovingly with my thumb, a massage would be quite heavenly right about now. “okay Puppy, I’m all yours,” I leaned in and pressed a slow emotion filled kiss to their soft lips making them whimper with happiness. “Where would you like Alpha to be for your service?”

“O-on the bed please Alpha, I set the pillows up so they would be most comfortable to prop you up, but I’ll adjust them for you if you need!” Puppy dropped their blanket in a pool around their feet in the doorway as they excitedly went around to my side of the bed. I smiled warmly at their enthusiasm, my little Pup was always so eager to please.

Puppy raced around to my side of the bed and brought my attention to the shirt folded neatly on the edge of the bed. “I got your favourite cozy shirt out for you Alpha! Please put it on and get comfortable,” they said happily as they presented the large oversized sleep shirt to me. It was my favourite, a soft old tshirt I had got at a concert years ago. It fell to my mid thighs and turned me into a shapeless rectangle, but it was my most comfortable piece of clothing and I'd be damned if I let the way it made me look keep me from wearing it. I was very appreciative of my thoughtful Puppy for choosing it.

“Thank you darling.” I said as I took in the sight of my cute little puppy standing at the ready with my clothes. They were wearing a pair of adorable green panties with bows on the hips and a tshirt on their petite curvy frame, their hair was an adorable curly mess from which their floppy little ears protruded, and the look of devotion and joy on their face made my heart swell and eased a bit of my tension already.

I slowly began to strip in the flickering candlelight, not taking my eyes off of Puppy. I could see them trembling with excitement as they watched me, but not once did they falter from her position, waiting patiently with their offering. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra with a sigh of relief as my breasts and ribs were set free from the cursed contraption. I set my discarded clothes on the end of the bed and began to slide my trousers down my legs.

I raised an eyebrow at them in question, maybe I had been wrong about the massage. What did my little Puppy have in mind? I could feel myself slicken at the mystery. I complied with Puppy’s polite request and proceeded to slide my underwear down over my wide hips to the floor

“Your panties too please, Alpha,” Puppy said politely.

I stepped out of them and towards Puppy, reaching out for my shirt. Puppy passed the shirt off and began to collect their Alpha’s discarded clothing as I slipped the shirt over my head, closing my eyes in pleasure as the soft comforting material encompassed my body. I sat on the end of the bed and watched Puppy tenderly as they sorted my clothing into the proper hampers in our closet, when they returned to me I pulled them into my arms and hugged their small frame. Puppy wiggled happily in my arms, their soft brow tail wagging contentedly as I ran my hands along their back and sides just enjoying the feel of my love in my arms.

I would have been more than content to lay down and continue the snuggle, but apparently Puppy was determined to have their plans come to fruition because after a few moments they pulled back a bit so they could look into my face.

“I could stay in your arms forever Alpha, but if we stay like this too long I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep sitting up, which won’t be a good sleep at all! I want to help Alpha relax so she has a restful sleep and sweet dreams” they pouted slightly.

I chuckled at their adorable determination, and leaned in to rest my forehead against theirs. I smiled softly at them, “alright my Pup.” I pressed a loving kiss to their lips before unwinding myself from them and turning to crawl up the bed. I swished my long, silky golden tail as I went, giving my puppy a teasing glance at my nakedness and smiled mischievously at my pup’s eager whimpers. When I made it to the top of the bed I looked over my shoulder at the small pup and wiggled my butt, widening my stance slightly to give them a better view of my wet slit.

Puppy trembled and whined, “Aaaalpha!”

I chuckled at them, “what is it pup? Isn’t this what my little pet wanted?”

“No! W-well, you know I always want that, but that’s not what I planned for t-tonight… unless that is what you want instead of course Alpha!” Puppy was getting increasingly flustered.

I smiled softly and decided to give the poor little thing a break, I flopped onto my back and sank into the heavenly plushness of the pillows letting out a sigh of contentment. “No Pup, Alpha was just teasing. You look oh so pretty in that shade of pink! Now, what is it you’ve got planned, my sweet pup?”

Puppy briefly hid their face in their hands in embarrassment much to my amusement, before seeming to work up the courage to crawl up onto the bed and settle between my legs. Almost instantly Puppy's hands were absentmindedly trailing upon my skin, touch was a very important connection for the two of us, and whenever we were within arms reach of each other the urge to be in contact with the other's skin was instinctual. Puppy kneeled there between my thighs, looking at me shyly and I waited patiently for them.

“A-are you comfortable Alpha? I can adjust the pillows for you!” they asked enthusiastically.

I smiled and reached out to brush my fingers against theirs, “it’s perfect Pup, I’m so comfy, thank you my good pup.”

Puppy wiggled happily at the praise, their tail thumping lightly against the mattress. “I’m glad! Are you ready Alpha?” their hands began intentionally exploring higher up my thighs pausing to fiddle with the edge of my shirt as they waited for consent.

I nodded, “yes Puppy, Alpha is ready for your sweet service.”

“Thank you Alpha!” Puppy yipped quietly with joy and continued their exploration. They pressed their fingers more firmly into my tense muscles as they slowly pushed my shirt up to my tummy exposing my neatly groomed pubic mound and glistening slit. I watched as their gaze fell upon me, and the need that always filled their eyes when they looked at their Alpha like this made warmth spread throughout my body. So that was their plan then.

“Enjoying the view Puppy?” I asked them with a grin.

“Uh huh!” they replied and their tongue lolled out of their mouth as they panted excitedly. Puppy’s fingers danced across my skin back down towards my cunt and I exhaled with a soft moan as they softly pet the fur there reverently. “My Alpha is so beautiful! Puppy is going to make Alpha feel so good! Yes, yes, yes, she is!” they cooed.

Oh, my Puppy must have really needed this too, I could already tell from the slight change in their speech that they were sinking into that special headspace of theirs at a rapid pace. I was in for a real treat tonight.

Puppy's soft petting turned into sensual caressing of my thighs, hips and pelvis with occasional dips back down to play with my pubic fur. I leaned my head back against the pillows and closed my eyes, sighing with pleasure at the love and affection in their touch, but the heat was building in my core and I could feel even more wetness pooling between my thighs as the tension began to leave my body. I knew my sweet pup wasn’t teasing though, just taking their time in their endeavor to make their Alpha feel good. They were already doing such a good job.

I felt them shift on the bed and then felt a warm breath against my pussy. Puppy nuzzled against my public mound and whimpered, “you smell soooo good Alpha, and you’re so drippy already!” The desire in their sweet voice was almost palpable and I opened my eyes to peer down at them. They nuzzled against me once more before settling down on their belly and looking up at me devoutly from between my thighs.

I held their gaze and reached down to stroke their soft hair, giving them a little scratch behind their floppy ear, “you look so incredible between Alpha’s thighs, you’re such a good little puppy,” I crooned.

Puppy’s eyes glazed over dreamily at my words and their tail wagged happily behind then. They basked in the praise for a moment, then lowered their gaze from mine to look down at my dripping sex hungrily, and then Puppy’s hot little mouth was upon me. I dropped my head back to the pillows and gasped out a moan, my fingers digging into Puppy’s curls at the sudden sensation of their tongue lapping against my folds. Puppy moaned back at me and doubled their efforts, burying their face in my cunt enthusiastically without a single care for the wet mess they were getting all over their face. I knew Puppy loved having their Alpha’s juices smeared all over their skin, my deeply sexual scent would linger on my pup for days and they always wore it proudly. I secretly loved it too, and the thought of it made me gush even more, my hips jerking up against Puppy's face involuntarily.

Puppy flowed with the jerk of my hips, using one hand to stop them from fully dropping again and took advantage of the new angle. They lapped against my entrance before stiffening their tongue and burying it into me as far as they could. They explored with their tongue, looking to get as close to that special spot inside me that they were oh so talented at finding with other parts of their body as well.

I writhed at the feeling of their hot tongue working its magic inside of me, “Gods Puppy, you’re such a good pup!” I panted. My exhausted body yielded to the pleasure my pup was bringing me and melted into the comfort of the bed. Puppy took their time fucking me with their tongue, drawing out my pleasure, their tail wagging happily behind them the entire time. Everything felt so perfect, everything except my throbbing and now neglected clit.

“Puppy,” I eventually all but sobbed as I tugged on Pup's hair, “you’re doing so good, but Alpha needs your mouth somewhere else.”

Puppy withdrew their tongue from my body and whimpered with delight as I tugged on their hair forcing their mouth to my clit instead. Their lips latched on greedily and they began suckling at my clit. My body tightened at the sensation and my back arched as a carnal moan ripped from my throat. Heat was building inside me and I threw my head back, rocking my hips up, grinding desperately against Puppy’s face chasing the orgasm I could feel building quickly inside me.

Puppy moaned into my pussy in response, and when they suddenly slipped two fingers deep inside me it almost stole my breath away. My observant little pup knew I was getting close and they were eager to push their Alpha over the edge into bliss. Puppy curled their fingers inside me rhythmically as they worshiped my clit with their mouth and I could feel the telltale tingling that always spread through my body in warning of an oncoming release.

“Fuck! Good Puppy, you’re so good, you’re gonna make Alpha cum all over that pretty little face,” I praised as pressure built inside me. Puppy immediately upped the ante by increasing the speed and pressure of their fingers while flicking their tongue deliciously against my clit, finally pushing me over the edge.

I moaned euphorically, fingers tightening in Puppy’s hair as I rode their beautiful little face and fingers through my orgasm. When it had finally subsided my body turned to jelly and I released Puppy from my grasp, melting once more into the mattress with half lidded eyes. Puppy slid their fingers from my dripping cunt and crawled up my body, straddling my waist and settling their weight on me like they knew I loved. I looked up into their beautiful eyes that were alight with pride and joy and stroked Puppy’s soft hips lovingly.

“Did I make you feel good, Alpha?” Puppy asked eagerly and I chuckled.

“You did indeed my sweet little Pup, and I made quite the mess of you in the process. Come here,” I reached up to the back of their small neck and pulled their face down to my own, flattening my tongue I licked the side of their face and reveled in the taste of myself on my pup.

Puppy whimpered and wriggled, “A-Alpha!” they squeaked in embarrassment, but from the way they rocked on top of me I could tell they loved it.

“As if you don’t love when your Alpha licks you clean, you silly little thing.” I pulled them into a warm kiss despite their sticky face and with my other hand I forced Puppy's hips to roll against mine, grinning against their lips at the wet cotton that ground against me. Releasing Puppy’s neck I gently cupped them through their panties, Puppy moaned and covered their bright red face in embarrassment as they humped needily against my palm.

“Thank you for taking care of Alpha, my dear Puppy. Tomorrow I’m going to take a sick day and show my Pup just how much their Alpha appreciates then, how does that sound?” I continued to lovingly stroke my fingers against them through their panties, and stared up at my adorably squirmy Pup.

Puppy began to hump even faster against my hand and tummy, “Y-you’re welcome Alpha, thank you for letting me serve you,” they gasped above me as their motions became more frantic, “please, that sounds perfect, I promise I’ll be so good!” they whined when I placed both hands on their hips and stopped her needy movements.

“I know you will Pup,” I lightly smacked their bottom, “Now go clean up and bring me a washcloth too please Puppy.” Puppy’s disappointment at the loss of friction was quickly gone and replaced with a delighted eagerness to serve despite their current predicament. Gods I loved how much my puppy craved any opportunity to serve me, they were so perfect in every way I could think of.

Pup leaned down and nuzzled into my neck before they were gently climbing off me and scurrying to our ensuite bathroom. My eyes quickly dropped shut as I lay there contentedly and listened to the sounds of Puppy washing up. I hadn’t felt this relaxed and utterly blissed out in what felt like forever now, and I was so grateful for my intelligent and loving little Pup. My mind began to drift off towards unconsciousness, but I kept her ears locked onto the sounds of Puppy in the other room. They were quick with their task and were soon enough padding quietly back into the room, and while I registered their arrival it was like my eyelids weighed a tonne and refused to open. Puppy didn’t seem to mind though as I felt them crawl onto the end of the bed followed by the damp warmth of a washcloth between my legs. Puppy took great care in gently wiping my over sensitized skin and down my thighs with the wet cloth and then patted me dry with a second cloth I hadn’t realized they brought.

“Thank you my darling Pup.” I said softly as I felt them retreating, they dropped a kiss on my inner thigh in response. When I heard them return I forced my eyes open and then sat up to help get the bed ready for sleep. Once we had reorganized the pillows and pulled back the blankets the two of us settled in together, me on my back with Puppy laying on my chest, one of their legs hooked over my thigh, blankets tucked cozily around us. As Puppy nuzzled into my chest I stroked their back soothingly and kissed the top of her curly head.

“Goodnight my precious Puppy, Alpha loves you.” I said quietly in their floppy little ear.

I closed her eyes, and with my Puppy held safely in my arms and a warmth in my heart I finally drifted off into a much needed sleep ₊˚⊹♡

Puppy squirmed against me as if trying to get closer to me than was physically possible and placed a kiss on the underside of my jaw, “Night night Alpha, I love you too.”

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiii 💙💙💙 I love your COD match ups and I was wondering if I could have one too??

I’m 5’1”/155cm, very curvy but also surprisingly strong for a woman. Natural blonde with blue eyes but my hair is a different color like every few months (it’s blue right now! 🤭). I pretty much only wear makeup when I go out; the rest of the time it’s only mascara and brows. I like to wear superhero or witchy t shirts, leggings or jeans and combat boots, or in the winter I love my silly cozy sweaters.

I’m an INFJ, Ennegram Type 9. I am very definitely an introvert that prefers to spend time alone at home or in the woods with my dogs. I devour books, mostly fantasy/romance/mystery, I love playing cozy games or adventure games, and I write like a fiend. I’m a practicing witch.

I take a long time to bond and trust people, but when I am close with people I’m very hyper, affectionate, bubbly, sweet and loving. I still do best one on one or in very small groups. I’m AuDHD with high anxiety so I definitely feel way more comfortable with people who either are similar or understand how to help me through meltdowns.

I’m a professional dog trainer and have several Border collies who I spend most of my time and energy on; they are my heart and soul. We do EVERYTHING together 💙 my favorite part of my day is being outside with them.

My hyperfixations currently are Nightwing & Red Hood, COD, dogs and witchy things 🥰

Thank you so much in advance, you are such a cool person and I love your writing!!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

I think Soap would be your match

Total opposites yet can't stand to be apart for long periods of time

//I'm running out of scenarios, bear with me >3>

You're out shopping in town

Ofc your fur babies have to go with you

They were pretty well behaved and everyone loved seeing your dogs

"You've got some loyal body guards" they'd say

Some of the older ladies gossip about you needing to find yourself a man

But you thought you had all you needed: just you and your dogs

Little did you know that running into Soap would lead you down a path you never thought you'd take

Soap was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by, just sitting alone with his thoughts

You passed by and a piece of paper fell out of your back pocket

He saw the paper and figured it was yours

Could've been important

"Hey, miss"

You turned around to see if there was someone talking to you

"Yes?"

"You dropped this"

You were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you've seen

"Oh, uhm, thanks. It was just my grocery list"

A small smile crossed yoir lips

"Oh... do you want it anyway? I can throw it away for you, if you want. I just thought maybe there was something important on it"

"Sure, that'd be fine if you threw it away"

"Yes, ma'am"

He crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it in a nearby trash bin

Soap noticed you had your hands full, your dog's leashes and bags of groceries in hand

"You've got a handful. I could help you with that"

You didn't want to feel like a burden to this stranger, who made your heart feel strangely warm and fuzzy

"Are you sure, you don't mind?"

"Nah, not fir a beautiful lady like yourself"

You felt your heart start to pound

Your cheeks started to turn pink at his flirty compliment

"Okay"

He took the bags from your arms and then smiled at you

"Lead the way, I'll follow"

As you both walked to your house Soap and you introduced yourselves

He commented on your dogs, how they seemed so well trained

When you told him you were a trained dog trainer he smirked

"Ah, that's why"

He liked dogs

He was a dog person

When you made it to your front step, you opened the door to let your dogs inside, and then turned to collect your bags from Soap

He handed them to you

"You got them?" He asked, making sure you could close your dog with your arms full

"Yeah, I got them. Thanks"

"You're welcome."

A ring coming from his cell phone signaled him to go

"I've gotta go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, most likely"

"Alright. You take care of yourself."

You gave a nod with a soft smile

"You too."

🤍

You two became friends, close friends

So close, anyone would've thought you both were a couple

Soap would joke and tease saying they were, which made you blush and get flustered

He would only laugh and reply "I'm just joshin' with ya"

Any time he had, Soap would drop by to visit you

(Before meeting you again, he went back to the trash bin and got the crumbled piece of paper before going home that afternoon... to keep it because it had your handwriting on it)

Months went by, and everytime you went into town your eyes scanned the stores, streets, and faces of people to find Soap

Yeah, he told you he was in the military

You kinda figured he was most likely to be far away somewhere in some country or countries

You just hoped that he make it back safe

In the short amount of time, you had come to enjoy being around him

Plus your collies loved him

And he loved them, as well, as if they were his own

It warmed your heart to see him playing with your dogs outside, petting them, giving them scratches

Right now, you felt your heart tighten and your eyes water a bit

You missed him so much

You hoped every day and night that Soap would be always protected and return

One day, you saw him and you never felt more happy to see anyone

Your dogs reflected your happiness, their tails wagging

"Johnny!"

He saw you running to him, your dogs running faster then you and leading you, it seemed like

He let out a 'oof!' and a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug

He hugged you back, loving the feel of you in his arms

His heart felt so warm and fuzzy holding you like this

"I'm glad you're safe and sound"

"Me, too, bonnie. Me, too...."

❤

After a while, Soap asked you out on a date

It went pretty well

He stole a kiss from you

He thought you looked cute blushing and flustered

After many more dates, he wanted to be official with you

"I want you to be my girlfriend... I understand if you say no, but... I just want you to know that I love you, I care about you. I want you, you're all I want, sweetheart"

You accept after thinking your feelings over and through

You've made him the happiest man on earth right now

Soap will do whatever it takes to make you happy, as happy as you've made him

[katsu28]

Ok here are some soft Remus thoughts!

- I just cannot stop thinking about how he definitely has a wonderful sweater collection and they’re all so soft and cozy and he loves seeing you wearing them (this could get smutty lmao but I’ll restrain myself)

- you know that one Taylor swift lyric “just living room dancing and kitchen table bills”? That’s the perfect way to describe your relationship with Remus, like maybe your apartment is a little shitty but it’s home and the two of you make it so cozy and you have a wonderful little life together and just putting on a record while you make dinner and you end up dancing together in the kitchen and maybe your food gets a little burnt but that doesn’t matter

- imagine babysitter baby Harry together omg just Remus holding the tiny little baby and singing to him when he can’t fall asleep and making him laugh that cute little baby laugh and every time you watch Harry you can’t help but think about actually having a baby with Remus because he’s so perfect and him with a baby is just too wonderful

I have more if you’d be interested, I just don’t want to go overboard hahahahha 🥰😚

i would adore more remus thoughts, pls send me everything you've got <3 this applies to everyone btw i need more brainrot food

domestic remus thoughts under the cut!

- the sweater collection is absolutely off the charts! drawers and drawers of the softest sweaters ever and even more stashed in different parts of the apartment for when he or you need it. some of them are solid colors, some of them have fun little patterns, but all of them are equally as comfy bc they're his and they smell like him and every time you put one on it's like being enveloped by him even when he's not there and it's the best thing in the world.

sometimes he'll be looking for one specific sweater to wear but he just can't find it no matter how hard he looks and he's just like have you seen my green one love? i think i might've lost it. but then he looks at you at you're wearing exactly what he was looking for and he just. melts. because he loves you and because you look so cozy and comfy and cute in it and he's just like oh ☺️ you can keep it i'll grab another one ☺️ and then he comes and sits with you for the rest of the morning.

- your life with remus isn't what some people might call perfect but it's just the right fit for the two of you! your apartment is a little cluttered and the paint is chipped and yeah maybe the front door gets jammed sometimes but it's your home and you couldn't love it more. you try your best to eat dinner together and unwind from your respective days with each other and most of the time that means a bottle of cheap wine and whatever dinner you can scrounge up from what you've got on hand. sometimes you do a puzzle together, other nights you'll talk for hours, and sometimes you both just sit and do your own things in the same space (parallel play LMAO). remus always makes sure to press a kiss to whatever part of you he can reach every so often just so you know he's still there. post full moon nights are fairly quiet though. remus just wants to sleep and you let him. sometimes he wants to be alone and you let him do that too, but he knows you're right there if he needs you <3

- babysitting harry is such an ordeal, especially the first time bc i feel like it might be a spur of the moment thing? james and lily desperately need a day to themselves and sirius is out of town and euphemia and fleamont are also busy so they're like surprise you get to watch harry for the day! obv you're not gonna turn them down and at first it's awkward bc you're both just staring at harry in his little baby buggy and he's staring back at you and neither of you really know how to take care of a baby?? but then harry starts crying and it's like a flip inside remus switches. he's just like yeah i think he's tired but then little harry refuses to go to sleep and remus starts humming a song and you see him start to drift off as remus bounces him in his arms gently.

when harry wakes up uncle moony is his new favorite person so they're inseparable for the day. at one point harry bumps his head on the couch or something while he's crawling around the living room and you can both tell he's about to start bawling but remus is so quick on his feet and picks him up and does something funny so harry gets distracted and suddenly he's shaking with peals of that infectious baby laughter and you're just like what. what is this i'm feeling is this baby fever??? and you can't stop thinking about having a little remus or yourself running around the place one day. obv you've got some talking about it to do since you haven't even discussed kids yet, you don't even know if remus would want kids with everything he's had to deal with his whole life but it's worth a shot right? to have someone who's a perfect mix of you and your favorite person in the world, to be able to raise them into someone who could quite possibly change the world, even to just have someone else to love more than you love yourself.

[link-sans-specs]

Messy hair, don't care. (Omg, @jula483 just look at him! 🥹)

GMM2466

Are These Products Worth It? (Test)

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

could you make a part 2 to print 10 with obey me plss 🥰

Coming right up hun <3

Satan

'I made you some tea since it's a little late for coffee, have you gotten anyw-' Satan froze mid-word, eyes going wide as he takes in the sight of MC curled up on his bed, swallowed by his sweater, thumbs hooked in the sleeves.

MC looked up at him, eyes big and clear, like a kitten in the dark, eyelashes fluttering as they took in the effect they were having on him.

All curled up in fluffy socks, nestled in a nest of pillows like a cat in winter, Satan can't help but smile, cheeks growing pink.

'Well, you coming?'

MC set their book aside, opened their arms, and threw in the pout for good measure. Before their eyes, the avatar of Wrath melted, settling in the bed to pull them into his chest and curl up tight, nuzzling into the warm skin of their neck.

'You shouldn't be allowed to be so adorable.' He growled into their neck, gripping them tight to his chest.

'What're you gonna do about it, huh?' MC challenged teasingly, tilting their head back, lips posed invitingly in a pout.

Satan sighed, sinking into the temptation of kissing those pouting lips, humming in delight when the human gripped his shoulders to pull themselves closer.

'You need to stop stealing my clothes, or I won't be responsible for what happens next.'

Asmodeus

'Ooooh! Baby look at you!'

MC startled in place, almost dropping the perfume bottle they'd been looking at when Asmo quite literally tackled them into a hug from behind, dipping his hands under the oversized jumper they'd pinched from his wardrobe.

Normally, a theft from his wardrobe would put the avatar of lust on a warpath, but for his sweetheart, Asmo's set aside an entire drawer of things that MC's allowed, and even encouraged to steal.

'I knew this one would suit you.' He chirped, eagerly rubbing his cheek against the human's. 'You look so comfy.'

MC giggled, allowing the demon to lavish them in attention, just this once. They knew what they were doing, any time they steal Asmo's clothes, they know he won't be letting them out of his sight any time soon.

Asmo kissed their cheek, admiring them in the mirror before taking out his phone to take a picture.

'Asmo, don't you dare post that!'

'I won't, promise. You know this kind of cuteness is all for me, sweetheart.' The avatar of lust churred, turning the human to face him, still holding his phone as he pressed their foreheads together, pecking the corner of their lips. 'I love it when you steal my clothes. You should do it more often.'

'Absolutely not.'

Beelzebub/Belphegour

Beel shuffled through the door with armloads of food, gingerly kicking it shut behind him before stopping in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.

Belphie and MC were curled up on his bed, MC swallowed by one of Beel's hoodies and Belphie's blanket spread over their legs, with the youngest himself resting his head in their lap with both arms wrapped around their waist.

'Are...were you two cold?' Beel wondered. He should be used to the little cuddle piles his twin creates with MC every time he turns around, but that never stops him from melting a little every time he walks into them looking so dang comfortable.

MC giggled, running their fingers through Belphie's hair. 'Nah, just cozy. Come on.'

At their urging, he spreads the food out over the bed and sets up the laptop for a movie, sliding in on the human's opposite side so they could lean against him.

Belphie sleepily shifts himself to be able to see the screen, shuffling up until he's resting on MC's shoulder, stretching to kiss their cheek.

'You look cute in Beel's stuff, it's so huge on you.'

Beel glanced down at the human in his hoodie, dwarfed by the warm fabric, and voice his thoughts allowed. 'You should wear the team jersey next time, you'd look cute.'

MC flushed under the praise, hiding their face in Beel's arm. 'Shush.'

Beel quietly kissed the crown of their head, letting his lips linger and take in the warm smell of their hair.

Belphie nested back against the human's thighs, this time on his back so he could gaze up at those beautiful eyes. 'You look good in our clothes, ya know?'

[bigtreefest]

who do you picture welcoming you home with a big comforting casserole? 🥺 not lloyd probably but maybe he was a good ol midwestern boy before he went full psycho

Brandy bean! Thank you for this ask! I love fantasizing about a domestic life that I won’t see for a long time😅

I also love the thought of Lloyd being a midwestern boy who absolutely had to get outta there, bc same, bestie. I wanna go back near a cost with my northeastern-accented kinfolk, ya feel me? Yeah, Lloyd would.

Anyway, back to casseroles. I think a few different babes would cook casseroles for different reasons.

Ransom: When you first got together, you insisted there were several life skills he needed to develop for himself: washing laundry, changing a tire, and most importantly, cooking. It didn’t have to be anything fancy, just survivable and edible. When he found out that you could make a decent meal just by dumping a bunch of things in a dish and setting them in the oven for nearly an hour to forget while they cooked, this was essentially the only option for him. Why put in all the extra effort to make separate entrees and side dishes when this minimal effort creates something almost as good?🤷🏻‍♂️<- peep blue sweater Ran

Steve: he not only views food as sustenance, but as a vessel for memories and moods. He knows how cozy a warm meal can be, especially on a rainy or rough day. It might not be the healthiest, but it requires such little brain power to both make and consume, that it’s perfect. The two of you can sit on a couch with your bowls, sitting close wearing sweats, and just put most of your focus on each other. 🥰

Jake: His mom sent him a recipe on Facebook, thinking it was weird and ridiculous, but Jake actually thought it looked really good. He loves trying new things in the kitchen when he has the time. And for some reason, that flavor combination really caught his interest, so that’ll be your surprise dinner tonight.

Andy: He literally doesn’t know how to do much else cooking-wise besides grilling a steak, so this is the comfort zone where he thrives. One. Singular. Casserole. “Because it’s good. What else could you want?” Like, yes, nice gesture, but like, you definitely get a little sick of it, leading the two of you getting cooking classes (95% for his sake)

Ari: I…don’t think he’ll want to make a casserole. You need comfort food? He’s got either a nice meal done, or he’s ordering in. Whatever you want, not casserole dish slop (he insists that statement isn’t meant to be rude). Perhaps if you really want it, he’ll heat up the casserole in the freezer that your mom left behind the last time you visited.

[lefthandedhotch]

hiiiii <333 how are youuu linnnnn🥰🥰🥰💞💞 i hope you're doing very good😚💞 it's almost summer aka hotch at the beach season🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 EEK!!! i have so many cute silly little beach hotch thoughts AHHH!!!!! so here is one of probably many :D

crying and screaming and shaking over single mom reader and hotch againnnnnnnnnn you and aaron have been dating for a couple of months and have introduced jack and your little girl to each other already so everything feels SO!!! RIGHT!!! and good!!! and sweet🥺🥺🥺 the weather is getting warmer and the kiddos are so happy that school is out for the summer because they both love school and learning, but now they have more time to hang out with each other :D you and aaron kick off the summer and all the playdates (and dates you and aaron will have🥰) your kiddos will have with a beach day!!! the kiddos LOVE the beach, you guys set up an umbrella and a blanket close to the shore so jack and your daughter can search for shells and cool rocks and so they can play in the waves that lap at their tiny feet🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭 they stand at the wet sand and when the waves come splashing in, they squeal and run back to you and aaron, plopping into your laps with soooooo many giggles as your little girl giggles as she snuggles into aaron "the water is soooo cold on my toessssss🤭🤭🤭" aaron grins at you over her head <333 at some point the kids want aaron to come into the water with them and he's got his swim shorts on but he also has a shirt on which is fineee but when you arrived you hoped you'd be able to Stare at his chest that you love so much🥺🥺 as he's about to get into the water, jack whines "daaaaaddyyyyyy :( i got you that shirt for your birthdayyyyy :( please dont get it wet🥺🥺🥺" you snort when aaron looks over at you for help and you shake your head to signal "you're on your own🤭😚" as you sip from a water bottle hehehehe aaron looks at jack's 🥺 face and knows he is weak against his boy's sweet little face so he takes off his shirt and as he walks back over to you to drop the shirt with the rest of the stuff, he chuckles at the 🥰🤩 looks you send his way hehehehe after so much splashy fun (and lots of sneaky kisses between you and aaron) you guys wrap up the day by watching the sunset with two soggy little babies in your laps, sleepily babbling about how much fun they had and how next time, you guys HAVE to bring stuff to make sandcastles😌😌😌 they fall asleep a bit after that and aaron carefully moves the little bug on his lap off so he can start packing up🥰🥰🥰 you two carry the kids (and the stuff) back to the car and on the way home, aaron notices you shivering and he offers you his sweater and you shrug it on and get soooooo cozy in his sweet car, listening to his 70s/80s rock, two cute little sleeping angels in the backseat WAAAHHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jess i’m good 🥰 how are youuuu?? 🥰🥰💕☺️ EEEK!!! yay summer and beachy aaron season!!!!!! 🥳🥳 i can’t wait for allllllllll the happy summer hotch thoughts 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! you and your little girl get up a lil early and get all ready to go to aaron’s apartment with all your beach bags to pick up your hotchner boys so you guys can have a whole fun day at the beach!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 the boys aren’t quiteeeeeee ready yet hehe so you help aaron finish up packing a cooler of yummy snacks and drinks while the kiddos run around and giggle about everything they’re gonna do at the beach hehe and when you and aaron finish up in the kitchen, he tugs you into him with a cute playful grin and gives you a sweeeeeet sweet smooch before you guys go collect the excited little bugs and get the car all loaded up to go!!! 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕

the kiddos are sooooooo happy and giggly the whole time you guys are at the beach, they’re just so excited to be outside and having fun together 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 hehehehe at one point (after aaron has taken his shirt off and you’ve gotten to Stare all you want🥳🥰🥹🥵☺️🤭) jackers comes running back up from the water to Plop into your lap for a little break and some juice, and while you giggle and chat with your favorite little boy you can’t help but watch aaron splash around with your giggly squealy girl in the waves 🥰 when a speed boat or something goes speeding by and making Big Waves come up to the shore, your heart gets soooooo fuzzy and fluttery when you see aaron keeping your daughter steady so the big waves don’t topple her over while she stomps around in the water to make little baby girl sized splashes 🥺💕 it just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love with him whenever you see him being so good to and with your little girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 hehehehehehe a few hours later, you and aaron carry your soggy sleepy babies back to the car but before he drives you guys back to the apartment, aaron leans over to kiss you sooooo softly and he murmurs “you can borrow some jammies if you want to spend the night” with the cutest little grin that makes you giggle “you’re never getting those jammies back from me, i hope you know” and he laughs because Of Course he knows that hehehe but he doesn’t care!!!! he just wants you to stay :( and he knows that it’ll be easier for your little girl if you guys can just tuck her in for a little nap at his place rather than trying to get her home and in her bed before she wakes up and gets grumpy 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and as you guys drive home as a little family, aaron cant stop thinking that he never thought his life could be this Peaceful and Lovely and he’s just so so SO happy to have this little family you and he created 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[hotcat37]

Woke up N the first thing I saw was ur OTP ask game post N f4n *KNEW* what 2 do so here I am :3!! 54, 42, 39, 34, 30, 21, 13, 10, 7 N 3 for Bojere pls! (U don’t gotta do all of them if it’s 2 many N Deaf! Jere AU preferably cuz it’s been idk how long but that fic *still* has a chokehold on me N U bet my Ass is gonna be wrapped in a f4 ton of fluffy blankets with snacks N plushies as soon as U bless us with a new chapter!! X33

~^*•.’+ BOJERE BEAM GO!

I'm glad the AU lives in your mind rent free 👀 Thx for sending some numbers!! :3

54: who's more likely to carry the other to bed?

Probably Bojan because he likes to pick Jere up and carry him around randomly for fun haha Jere does also have strong arms though so it's not out of the question for him to carry a sleepy Bojan to bed and tuck him in <3

42: what's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

Snow for sure <3 They love making snow men and playing and watching the snowflakes fall. They also just find it cute to see the other bundled up in a big winter coat and a cozy scarf💞

39: who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health?

I can see both of them doing that tbh They both have huge empathy for animals so both of them would be on board with helping an injured bird or abandoned cat or something. But I do think Jere would be the one to play responsible adult at some point once the animal is healed again and explain that they have to set it free even tho they've both gotten attached to it

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke to make the other blush?

Jere 👀👀 He can be surprisingly raunchy lmao The fact that he communicates mostly through text and looks so innocent is something he uses to his advantage. No one would suspect a thing if Jere casually shows Bojan the dirtiest message you can think of on his phone lol While Jere is often the one to start things, though, Bojan tends to be the one to finish them 😏

30: your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits, what are they wearing?

Jere: he'd really love to see Bojan in leather so he'd give him a pair of his own pants and a leather shirt so he can swoon over his handsome Bojan 🥰 Bojan: he's putting Jere in more skirts... 1, because it's sexy. 2, because Jere really does look nice in skirts <3

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor?

They're both pretty protective but unfortunately Jere is more likely the one to be harassed or treated rudely by a stranger so it's more common that Bojan would (fiercely) defend his angel. Bojan doesn't get angry easily but if someone is mean or hurtful to Jere he can become absolutely livid. Jere prefers to avoid conflict but he's not above using a right hook to protect his Slovene 💪

13: who's the bigger tease?

I couldn't really choose one in particular. Bojere have a really playful dynamic so the teasing is pretty equally divided haha

10: describe their first date

Something active. Maybe like a bowling date. It'd be just something lighthearted, something they'd do as friends. Except whoever scores a strike first gets a kiss 🤭 Hand feeding each other fries n whatnot 🥰 Then at the end Bojan would try to pay for everything but Jere distracts him and ends up paying ahead. Bojan is devastated until Jere tells him he did the math and Bojč can pay his half of the bill later. Equality 💪💪 Afterwards they walk to Jere's dorm together hand in hand ♡

7: would they build a pillow fort together just because?

100% They'll have sleepovers on the floor surrounded by pillows even though there's a perfectly fine bed waiting for them

3: do they wear the other's clothes?

Yes 🥰🥰 Jere likes to wear Bojan's hoodies and rings. Bojan also wears Jere's sweaters cuz they're oversized anyways and also his socks cuz Jere has a bunch of socks with fun patterns :3

[losfacedevil]

crystal i am on my knees begging for #7 from the prompt list simply because of all of sammy's cozy little sweaters. he'd have so many to steal🥹

A blurb just for you, my love 🥰

Cool nights called for cozy sweaters and you knew exactly where to look. Sliding yourself out from under Sam’s sleeping form you tip toed your way into your shared bedroom and pulled open his side of the closet.

Your eyes lit up as you took in the row of cozy sweaters he had finally switched his button down t-shirts for. You ran your hands over the fabric of your favorite cream colored knit number and pulled it off of the hanger. Dancing your thumbs over the ridging of the sweater you brought it to your face and breathed in the scent of Sam mixed with your laundry detergent.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s raspy slumber tinged voice shook you from your thoughts. You spun on your heel and tucked the sweater behind you, hiding it as best you could.

“I was looking for um… a blanket?” Your cheeks burned as a crimson red blush kissed the skin knowing you had been caught. Sam raised his brow as he pushed off the wall and made his way over to where you stood. He reached around you and gently plucked the sweater from your hands.

“This doesn’t look like a blanket, sweet girl this looks like your favorite sweater of mine.” He held the garment by the corners and shook it out so it fell perfectly in his grasp. You fiddled with your hands, twisting your fingers in every way possible as he watched on.

“It’s big enough to be a blanket for me.” You sing songed, letting the corners of your lips pull down into a pout.

He shook his head lightly and began to bunch the fabric up in his hands. You tilted your head to look up at him and couldn’t help but reciprocate the soft smile that played across his lips. He held up the now bunched up sweater and nodded in your direction as he slipped the neck of it down over your head. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as he gently pulled the fabric down around your torso and held it outwards from your chest so you could slip your arms into the sleeves.

“Is the princess happy now?” He cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You nodded enthusiastically and brought your sweater covered hands up to your face to smell his sweet scent once more.

“Yes, sir.” The reply was muffled by the fabric, making it sound more like a whisper.

A soft smile caressed Sam’s lips as he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and slipped your hands up under his shirt.

“Can we get back to our movie now? Since you’re nice and warm now.” He chuckled, running his hands over your arms. You nodded softly, lifting up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips before breaking from his embrace and leading him back to the couch.