#the picture is completely pg and adorable

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TAIYO MY LOVE I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED ERROR 143 TOO😭 PLS IM ON MY KNEES FOR SOME MICAH CONTENT FROM YOU (if you dont write for him just ignore this)

★  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

─── ☆ notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .

─── ☆ length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micah’s is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.

A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughts—mostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.

However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.

It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.

Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.

Oh brother, you had it bad. 

He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.

“Well don’t you look beautiful Angel,” his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen. 

You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.

“I should be telling you that.” His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home. 

Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.

Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool. 

Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension. 

“Oh my gosh hi,” you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, “did you miss me or something?” Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls. 

Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. “Hm maybe?” he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go. 

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours. 

You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact. 

You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.

Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. “Do you wanna go in now?” you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he says almost breathlessly.

Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy. 

Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm. 

Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.

The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.

When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought you’d be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner. 

Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.

You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.

It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try. 

The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.

Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie. 

And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.

You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.

But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.

The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there.  

His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light. 

You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.

So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.

The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin. 

Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared. 

You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours. 

It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink. 

When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. “Uh, thank you?” The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud. 

“Oh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss. 

You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.

The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micah’s hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams. 

“I kinda wanna leave,” you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.

His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer. 

You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. “Don't you wanna finish the movie first?” His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you. 

“I kinda wanna suck your dick though,” you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micah’s eyes widened. 

His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. “Unless you want me to do it here?”

Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen. 

Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen. 

You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection. 

There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him. 

Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand. 

The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. “It's big,” you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.

“Oh my fucking god.” Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control. 

Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. “Can I put my mouth on it?” 

You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. “Please.” he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.

And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth. 

Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him. 

It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth. 

Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.

The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.

But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldn’t help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.

His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face. 

A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him. 

It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze. 

Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him. 

The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. “Oh, you’re hard again.”

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Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Kiss in the Kitchen, Like it's a Dance Floor

Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k (exactly, which is wild)

TW: Teasing, kissing, pg-13 make out, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex and orgasms, this is literally just the foreplay before kitchen sex without the actual must part, mentions of previous trauma, mention of blood, kitchen weaponry,

A/N: I just wanted to write some fluff, also Eddie survived because he is a plot device, no matter how small, and I need him to be alive for this. I really tried to keep it as ambiguous descriptions of the reader as possible, if something needs to be edited, lemme know and I'll 100% change it since I really want this to be actually gender neutral!

You loved to cook. It was one of your favorite things on the planet. You were one of those people that just tossed things into a bowl, and managed to make a perfect four course meal, including dessert. Which is why you adored your kitchen so much. Steve had let you take the head on designing the kitchen, since you were going to be in there more than him. Steve could cook, in fact, when Steve cooked, it was quite the welcome surprise for you. He had to learn since no one was home to make him dinner, or even teach him. To Steve, cooking was not enjoyable, it was survival only. But for you? It was an art form, it was a way of showing your love.

You and Steve had gotten lucky–as lucky as two people who survived the apocalypse, lost the tail end of their childhoods, fought monsters beyond their wildest nightmares, and have the scars and trauma to prove it all, can be. After the earth split, swallowing most of Hawkins whole, a lot of people fled the area, desperately trying to sell their homes. Once Vecna had been defeated, You and Steve took complete advantage of it, and bought a small ranch-like house about fifteen minutes outside of Hawkins. It was only one story, but it came with over three acres of land. You were able to get it even cheaper, saying that you would be doing all of  the renovations yourself, saving the previous owners a lot of money in the process. 

Truly, it was the definition of a fixer upper, barely inhabitable. 

There was a lot of work that needed to be done, so when Steve was away at work, you would fix the hinges on doors, figure out the electrical wiring for the plugs in the kitchen, reupholster furniture. And while you were away at classes, or at work, Steve would build your bed, or paint the walls, or have Eddie or Jonathan help him install new windows. But you both loved unpacking your things together, because it meant that the space was becoming your own. Slowly but surely, the house was coming together.

The kitchen was the second thing you two had finished, the bedroom being the first (obviously). The final touch were the cabinets. They were the absolutely perfect color, with a glass front to see the minimal dishes you and Steve actually owned, but they brought the room together perfectly. There were pictures of you both attached to the front of the fridge with magnets. There were a couple of small pots on the windowsill over the kitchen sink, holding a couple of herbs like basil and cilantro and mint. It was just perfect.

It was early in the morning, way earlier than you usually woke up, but you wanted to get a head start on breakfast, letting Steve wake up to some food before you both started painting the living room area today. 

After the night you had last night, you felt like Steve deserved to be spoiled. Especially since he completely spoiled you last night. Repeatedly. Repeatedly.

As you slowly  slipped out of bed, Steve groaned. His arms reached out to your side of the bed, confused as to why you weren’t there, but you quickly nudged your pillow into his arms. It seemed to do the trick as you slowly crept out of the room, your door closing with a soft click. As you walked towards the kitchen, you opened every single curtain, and every single window in the living room/dining room area, letting the cool, late summer, morning breeze sweep through the house, as you slowly padded into the kitchen. 

The first thing you and Steve had purchased was a cassette player. It sat proudly on the kitchen bar, music playing all the time, whenever you were home. So naturally, at 6 am, you had it playing softly, while you quietly shuffled around, looking for the one skillet you did have. 

Two weeks ago, you and Steve had a date night at the movies. Just like everyone else, you had gone to see Dirty Dancing, and you had found yourself obsessed with the soundtrack. After an intense bribing session involving a cake, a bottle of vodka, and three advanced promises of skipping a night class to go and watch Corroded Coffin at their shows, Eddie was willing/managed to set aside one of the copies for you. You had kissed him on the cheek making him turn bright red and Steve turn bright green. It was a miracle the tape wasn’t worn through since you haven’t stopped listening to it. 

Love is Strange by Mickey and Slvia was softly playing in the background, and instead of singing it, aware of your sleeping boyfriend, you were only humming it. 

You let out a little “aha!” when you found the skillet, crouching down and grabbing it from the cabinet. You both were still figuring out which things were going where, so it was a bit of a guessing game when it came to finding things in the kitchen. When you stood up, you twirled it in your hand, singing a little bit, adding in a dance. You gave it a little swing, hitting a home run across the room. As you twirled around, pan in air, your eyes went from playful to absolute terror. Steve was behind you. Luckily his reflexes were still working, despite the sleep coming off of him, because he ducked quickly while you let out a gasp. 

The last thing Steve Harrington needed was another concussion. 

“Oh my god Steve I’m so—“

“Didn’t know I was dating Babe Ruth.” He mumbled, joking, standing completely up again, yawning in the middle of his stance. His arms went over head as the sweats he was wearing sank a little bit lower on his hips. You should’ve eyed him up and down right then and there. You should’ve made a cheeky comment about the hickies you had left on his hips last night. But instead, you panicked.

“Are you okay?” You dropped the skillet on the counter, immediately placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting his head around, attempting to locate any sort of imperfection you just added to your boyfriend's skin. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. All you could think about was how many people had hurt him, and now suddenly your name was lumped in with theirs. 

“Babe.” 

Your eyes were frantic, repeatedly scanning his face, his head, his hair. 

“Baby—hey.” He took your hands from his face and brought them to his lips. “I would be knocked out on the floor if you managed to get me. I forgot how good of a swing you have….” His usual humor to calm you down going right over your head.  He knew you heard him, but something wasn’t getting through. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying not to let past memories fill your mind. Steve knocked out on the floor, bruised. His face bloodied. Blood from his stomach across Lover’s Lake. Neck red and irritated. Bandages turned a deep red. Vines tightening around his skin. 

“Hey.” Steve kissed your hands again. “Where’d you go?” 

Your eyes opened and scanned over his face, quickly dashing from his eyes towards his neck, and then at his stomach, but back to his eyes. 

“Ah.” He whispered, placing your hands around his neck as he pulled you into a hug. He always managed to ground you, it felt like a sick joke sometimes. Steve being your person was one of the best things to happen to you, but watching him get beaten up over and over again was difficult. It took a toll on you too. Everytime, he would chance fate a little more than before, and some day the luck was going to run out, and you didn’t want to even entertain the idea of a next time.

Steve ran his hand along your back, smiling slightly at your choice of music, completely unsurprised. He had woken up as soon as the door clicked shut, not really understanding why you had been replaced by a pillow. Watching as you danced around the kitchen was a vision for him, and him only. So when you almost gave him another concussion, he felt kind of bad for sneaking up on you. 

“Why are you awake?” You asked after a minute or two of silence, enjoying the comfort of one another, basking in the morning glow of the sun shining through the windows. 

“You abandoned me.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his chest. Feeling slightly better, you teased him a bit. “Could you ever forgive me?” 

Steve pondered for a moment, twisting his face into faux consideration before smiling. “I think a good morning kiss would be an acceptable apology.” 

“Okay Lover Boy,” You laughed softly, pressing your lips to his, enjoying the feeling. It was a tender kiss, filled with love. Steve deepened the kiss slightly, but you had other things in mind, like making breakfast for the both of you. 

You bit his lip and tugged on it slightly before breaking off the kiss, not afraid to tease back. “I wanted to make you breakfast.” Providing the final piece of your explanation, moving to turn and grab the potential murder weapon off of the counter again.

But Steve wasn’t ready to let you move out of his arms quite yet. He groaned and pulled your back against his bare chest. Because Steve slept in a pair of sweatpants, and that was about it, he always made your morning views quite stunning–his freckles and moles were constellations across his skin, his summer tan bringing out more of them. 

He swayed back and forth with you, kissing your neck. “What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered into your neck. “Only wearing my shirt and shit, making me breakfast.” 

His hands slid downwards, thumbing with the edge of his crewneck, fingers brushing your bare skin. 

“Steve….” You hummed. 

“What baby.” He moved slowly, kissing your shoulders next, stretching out the neck of the crewneck you were wearing. 

Your breath hitched as he slid one of his hands downward, toying with the edge of your underwear. His other hand slid up, warm fingers gliding over your chest, your brain getting more and more fuzzy by the second. 

“I-I was—fuck Steve.” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his, craving more contact than he was giving. “I wanted to-to-to.” You let out a soft moan while Steve continues to tease you, love on you. “To cook and s-surprise y–” 

“Oh sweetheart.” He kissed the tender spot on your neck, causing you to moan again, this time louder, breathier—needier. “You can cook for me later, I already know what I’m having for breakfast.” 

[jvngkook97]

Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

this is part of an ongoing random gif inspired drabble series. you can find other short fics to read like this here

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

[singguks]

la vie en rose → jung hoseok.

synopsis. life feels dull and colorless until you spot him dancing, that alone is enough to start a fire in your heart.

pairing. hoseok | reader 

genre. dance au, fluff 

word count. 2636

warnings. just dancer hoseok really, he does the job. that and his adorableness!!

rating. PG-13

a/n. to the dearest @narimiese ♡ may your life be filled with joy and countless sparks; hobi's especially!! happy birthday, beautiful!

You had been inside that subway for twenty minutes now. 

Twenty minutes of staring at its window absentmindedly while listening to some random playlist in search of new music, or just new inspiration really. Lately, life had been moving slowly, with a bunch of unwanted breaks just like the course of the subway you found yourself in. It felt like never arriving home. 

Nothing new or out of the ordinary seemed to happen to you recently, and with a heavy sigh, you skip yet another song on the device you held firmly between your hands. Am I just tired?, the thought crosses your mind, but no. That wasn’t it, and you knew it. A dormant spark traveled through your body, ready to ignite. You just didn’t know when or for what. 

The wagon softly hit the brakes again, another stop. Your eyes go from your cellphone, to check the hours, to the window once more. 

The scenery before you is beautiful; the night sky engulfs the huddle of buildings, and neon lights start to shine giving the street all the colors it needed to feel alive. You feel the urge to take a picture, as the street in question finds itself rather empty for the grand Seoul you knew by heart, but one of the buildings—a smaller one in height that was just straight across your sight—felt busy, making a beautiful contrast. 

One of the few alight windows caught your attention, and that’s the reason why you stop in the middle of completing the movement to take the so-desired photo. Inside the framed window there’s this guy, dancing. He seems so absorbed in what he’s doing, so happy, so free, that the moment feels almost magical; his dancing matches the tune playing softly in your ears, and without even realizing a smile forms on your features. Suddenly it’s like you are looking at the world through tinted glasses while looking at him. Like you were able to find this secret door to another universe entirely. 

But the subway goes on, and you are forced to return to reality. Back to the journey full of breaks, cut by sighs in between. 

You are unable to shake the feeling, however, or the image of the dancer. 

A week goes by. The same stops, the same thoughts, the same longing feeling, but a new expectancy and curious eyes that search intently to find that window, or more specifically, that boy. 

And you do. On and on again, for a week, you see him there, dancing after hours… Completely free. Somedays he checks his groovy moves in the mirror, others he just ignores it, preferring to dance with closed eyes and a different kind of passion. The window is always open. You can’t help but make a mental note of how well-dressed he always is. As a fashion major yourself, that was always the first thing you noticed about a person—what shoes they used, what accessories they added, what color combination they went for… It all helped to form a better picture of a person and their personality to you. 

And his seemed bright. Lit, and ready to burn. 

Just like you felt inside. 

And so this feeling of curiosity, of wanting to know how he externalized that, started to feel reoccurring. You couldn’t go by more than half an hour without thinking about it, without thoughts of him dancing popping into your mind. 

It was during work, on your coffee breaks… While brushing your teeth, while staring at the crowd in a busy restaurant… You even drew some sketches of him and his movements in your journal. One that you used strickly to design new clothes but had been on your shelf for too long now. Ever since you finished your studies in Paris and came home.

See, maybe this was the spark you needed. You had always wanted to try to launch your own brand, that’s why you studied so intently abroad, but it never felt aligned with your reality. No. You spent your days working for someone else’s brand instead. A really nice one for the matter. Who didn’t like Celine after all?

You did, and you were exhilarated when you got accepted to work there. But with time, the constant thought of being made to do something of your own would always appear at the back of your mind. Perhaps that was why you had been feeling so low on energy lately. So stuck in time. 

One of those nights, when searching for his window was no longer enough, you saw yourself hopping off of the subway one stop before the dance studio building, without much thinking. Something moved you. 

When you realized, you were already standing in front of where it all started, the place you became so familiar with over the last weeks. You looked at the front door hesitantly. And looking up, to state the obvious, you saw light coming from his window, that as always was very much alight. You mustered your courage with a deep breath and walked in decidedly. 

There was no need to search for what floor his studio was located on, you could simply follow the loud hip-hop music echoing in the corridors. It seemed like the beat was following your own heart, which pumped with force, loudly and somewhat wild. 

Much like his window, his studio door is also open, light pouring out on the long corridor. You approach the room rather nervous, after all, this was a first in your life. Something that came up in the heat of the moment, and if you were to be completely honest, you are not really sure of what you want of him. At least not until you are able to see him from up close. 

He was dashing, even if he was wearing a bucket hat covering half of his face. 

The boy in question was kneeling next to a big speaker, paying close attention to something on his phone. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice your presence by the door and you take the opportunity to annalize him further. 

He wears a less distinguished-colored outfit today. A double-sleeve zip-up jacket, black, and it’s zipped just a tad bit down, enough for you to see he was wearing a simple white tee beneath, that surprisingly showed his physique very well. And he keeps it simple, pairing the fit with double-knee work pants. Whoever came along, and saw him like this, would think he is all about simple and casual, but this man had nothing of the sort about him. You could pinpoint that rather easily, all it took was a look at the pair of sneakers he was wearing—an Off White collab with Air force 1 low. 

From the color scheme of the fit to the skull print bucket hat that covered half his face while he was looking down, everything was very much to your liking. And you start to muse while staring at his figure, if he is naturally inclined to fashion, or if he followed some kind of trend until he looks up and the music ceases. You didn’t even notice how loud it was until a screaming silence fills the place. 

“Hi,” he greets kind of confused when noticing your presence by the door but still manages to open a shining smile while getting up. “Can I help you?” 

For a moment you blank. You hold your breath thinking of a plausible excuse for being there this late, even glance towards the flight of stairs in the long corridor pondering a quick exit, but as you return to his gaze, which grew more inquisitive to the second, you decide for blurting out the truth instead. You wouldn’t be able to think of a lie out of the blue, that was not your strong suit. 

“Uhm- hi,” you greet back with a defeated smile that denounced how embarrassed you were. He chuckles back at you, amused, and you could dare to say a bit intrigued as well. He fetches a small towel on top of the speaker and begins drying his neck while discreetly sizing you up. “I uh- I was passing by… And I saw your window lit- From outside I mean,” You fumble with your words as his presence is rather strong, even if his smile increases in size due to your explanation. He doesn’t reply, at least not yet, and you feel like he is giving you space to say something more, to explain further. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to interrupt or something-” You try, but he doesn’t let you finish the sentence this time. 

“You don’t,” He assures you cheerfully while taking off the bucket hat to dry his forehead as well. For a moment you forget he even replied, eyes scanning every inch of his face you had not seen before. What before felt like a powerful presence became a bubbly one. Something about his eyes made his heart-shaped smile look overly adorable. Perhaps the way it reached them like they too were smiling at you. “Are you here looking for someone?” He asks after getting no reply on your part, looking at you with a tilted head and you had to bite down a smile of your own. 

“Yes, actually,” you confess, taking a bold step inside the studio. “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” the way he tilted, even more, his head, with furrowed brows and a cartoonish pout while pointing at his chest made you finally chuckle more relaxed. As you nod him affirmatively, a smile still on your face, he glances up, pensively. “I don’t remember you. I’m pretty sure I would…” He clarifies more to himself than to you. 

“You don’t know me yet,” you cut his train of thoughts, kind of anxious—in a good way—for his reaction. As he looked back at you waiting for further clarification, with yet another adorable expression on his face, you continue. “Every day coming from work I see you dancing… I hope I don’t sound weird or anything-” before he could say something you see yourself blurting out word after word, fingers fidgeting by the side of your body. The streak of courageousness that had hit you previously felt like dissipating all of a sudden. “I just happened to look at this building the other day and then everything was dark except for your window and as I said, I saw you dancing and it, uhm… It moved me.” 

You finally look at him, searching on his features for something that could tell you about what he was thinking, much like a test you felt a need to pass. When he discards the piece of cloth on top of the speaker and places both his hands on his hips, you are on the brink of slapping yourself for sounding so weird; a million thoughts rushing in your mind. 

What was I thinking? I can’t just barge on someone’s studio and-

He starts walking toward you and you can’t quite describe what his intentions are, but your brain is screaming that he’s probably going to shove you out of the studio. Much to your surprise, he stops before you, a mere feet away. You look up to meet his eyes, and once again they are shaped in a rainbow way, along with a dimpled smile. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.” he offers his hand for you to shake in the friendliest manner, the other disappears to the inside of his baggy pants’ pocket. He’s so… My style. 

You don’t hesitate much before taking his hand in yours and saying your name. And this time you can’t really fight over the urge to smile. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still softly wrapped with each other, and it goes from a handshake to a simple hold, one that says a lot as you both keep looking into each other’s eyes. 

“So what can I help you with?” Hoseok asks almost in a whisper, his chocolate brown eyes shifting between yours. As you realize that you’re still holding his hand, something that apparently doesn’t bother him, you quickly let go, laughing shyly and making him laugh along. 

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you answer him anyway. “Perhaps… Would you teach me?”

“Do you like to dance?” it’s the question he shoots at you and you are taken by surprise. 

“Well, I think so,” you answer truthfully as you had never thought about the subject before, and your face must show your confusion about it since his smile—one that apparently hardly left the corners of his lips—got wider and wider. 

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning a bit forward and you had to look higher up. “But dancing isn’t something made to think,” As he started talking you held your breath, afraid that any movement you made could trigger the evident tension that was starting to build up between the two of you. “It’s made to feel,” and before you could say something, he straightened his back again, and you could swear your heart was about to make an escape and fly off the window. His window. 

“So what do you say?” Hoseok asks again as your brain started musing over his words. “I’ll see you here tomorrow? Same time?” 

And here it was. The spark you needed to unfreeze time. 

“Yes. Yes, you will.” There is an undeniable tone of challenge in your voice. From the moment you had seen him, still from far away, inside the subway, he had already done something to you. 

Your eyes lingered in each other’s again, and as you offered him a last smile, ready to leave, he stopped you in a rush. “Wait!” You look at him with a surprised smile before he speaks again, “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you about uh…” His eyes scan the place and yours follow, trying to understand what is going on or what Hoseok is looking for. “The box!” 

“The box…?” You ask confused. 

“Yes! The box.” He nods his head exaggeratedly. “We have this box here that uh… We use for a… A prize draw! That’s right!” He crosses his arms and presses his mouth in a thin line, showing the smallest dimple you had ever seen. 

“Ok…” you laugh it out, not quite understanding what the box had to do with you, but finding it funny nevertheless. 

“And what I was trying to say is that you should definitely apply to it! You just need to submit your name and phone number, and who knows? You might get the prize!” Hoseok explains, his right hand coming to the back of his neck and you can’t help but scrunch your nose amused by his antics. There’s no prize draw, right?, is what you think of saying, but he looks at you so expectant and warmly that you decide on taking the bait. 

“Sure! Why not! Where do I apply?” 

The grin he has on his face slowly fades as he looks around the room again, trying to improvise, and you learn yet another thing about him. Much like yourself, he is not a great liar, and you find that endearing. “Uh…” 

“What about I just give you my number instead? Like on your phone. And then once you find the box you add it for me?” you suggest and he almost sighs relieved, retrieving the device from his pocket and handing it over to you. 

You go home that night with sparks in your heart and an insistent smile that never left your face, especially not after you received the following text:

[ unknown number @ 20:18 ] hi! it’s hoseok… from the dance studio! about that box… 😅🥺

[joeycontextual]

Ginger Snaps

Ginger Snaps (2000, dir. John Fawcett) is a film I grew up watching every day when I came home from school. I found a morbid comfort in the Fitzgerald sisters, their kinship, their transformations, them growing up for lack of a better word. I was far too young to understand a lot of the themes in the movie, I was nine on my first viewing, but there was one thing I learned. Girlhood was hell. Growing up female is a beautiful thing for some, indescribable pain for others.

Upon reflection, the transmasculine relationship to a film like Ginger Snaps is the complete loss of bodily control. The absolute terror of your body defying you. What is more horrifying than your body betraying you? To ache, to bleed, to transform. To notice how differently people look at you as you are developing into a young person. There is nothing scarier than the idea of getting older, but the first hurdle? That is where everything scary begins. Especially for the transgender individual.

Ginger (Katherine Isabelle) and Bridgette (Emily Perkins) are miserable. They have a suicide pact, promising to kill themselves by the time they are both sixteen. They have a negative outlook on life and have their own issues with internal misogyny. Ginger, almost sixteen, starts her period later than her mother expects her to. It is obvious that Ginger is not looking forward to this part of puberty, and her younger sister, Bridgett is even more reluctant to go through any kind of change. They both refer to getting their period as “getting the curse.” On the night Ginger gets her first period, she is attacked by a werewolf. The rest of the film centers around Ginger living with her new-found lycanthropy, making her gain confidence at first, but Ginger is a ticking time bomb. Noticing changes like fast healing wounds, a tail, and an insatiable hunger for blood. After killing dogs, Ginger infects a boy with lycanthropy through sex, and accidentally kills her and Bridgette’s bully, and a few more people. Their mother, Pamela (Mimi Rogers), finds the girl buried in their shed. When Pamela apologizes to Bridgette, telling her that it is her fault her girls had gotten in trouble, it could be seen as an apology for forcing womanhood upon them, for her big hurrah at Ginger finally getting her period, rejoicing when Bridgette asks her about boys, for her overbearing motherhood. She doesn't let Bridgette explain, she doesn’t need to understand. She will stand beside her children and their monstrosities.

A few of Cohen’s theories would apply here. The previously mentioned “Thesis I: The Monster’s Body is a Cultural Body” (pg. 4) manifesting within the girl’s surroundings, as said by Ginger “A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door.” after losing her virginity to Jason, fellow student who later brags about sleeping with her, only to discover by doing so he has also been infected. Ginger and Bridgett have been preconditioned to overly embrace their femininity by their mother, as well as been made to feel like their bodies are to be there for men to either abuse or adore. The second I will mention is “Thesis VI: Fear of the Monster is Really a Kind of Desire.” (pg. 16) The interactions between Ginger and the male students in this film are interesting. Going from bullying her and her sister, sexualizing her under hushed speech to outwardly sexualizing her, Jason sleeping with her but being angry with her after the repercussions from that. “Through the body of the monster fantasies of aggression, domination, and inversion are allowed in safe expression in a clearly delimited and permanently liminal space. Escapist delight gives way to horror only when the monster threatens to overstep these boundaries, to destroy or deconstruct the thin walls of category and culture.”

Picture: UK DVD cover of Ginger Snaps 

[sevenxvirtuesx]

HC + stars, art, sleep, doubt

send hc + a word - accepting

stars

yuki loves the stars. she feels very relaxed at night, and adores stargazing. when she was younger she was scared of the dark, and funnily enough she was scared of monsters under her bed. she was given a nightlight that shone constellations on the ceiling. instead of looking down, she began to look up instead.

she’s not as great with naming all constellations any more… she’s a little out of practice. but a starry night is a comforting thing for her.

on nights she can’t sleep, through worrying of brig unable to get comfortable, she’ll go outside to look at the sky. sometimes she’ll lay down and just watch the world go by.

the only jewellery she currently owns is a little necklace of the draco star constellation

every now and then, depending on how things are going, she likes to just go out to the planetarium and relax. she likes sitting watching the stars with the brothers and watching the world go by. she’ll teasingly tell them to make a wish when a shooting star goes past.

art

yuki’s mother is an artist (a painter, more landscapes and scenery than people). when yuki was younger she loved to watch her mother work. she would often ask lots of questions about what was going on, to the point her mother bought her her own little easel and yuki began to sketch and paint herself.

her mother is very talented, and is quite famous in some circles. yuki tries to see an exhibits that feature her mothers work.

yuki likes to sketch and draw rather than paint as she isn’t yet used to properly painting. she loves sketching the brothers, especially when they’re just doing quite normal things - like reading or eating or playing video games. sometimes she gifts them the drawing, but she has a little pin board in her room that she sticks some off the pictures on. it’s mixed with photographs of them all together.

yuki is quite proud of her artistic abilities and will tell people this. she’s got a goal to be as good as her mother and maybe one day she’ll get there.

sleep

yuki is a light sleeper. a lot of things will wake her up unless she is in the deepest of sleeps. she doesn’t often toss and turn in her sleep and is usually quite peaceful and quiet. when younger she occasionally spoke in her sleep, but doesn’t really do that any more. at least she hopes she doesn’t.

yuki is a night owl and doesn’t need all that much sleep to function, her body seems used to her being awake for long periods of time. and that’s good, because unless completely worn out she takes a good hour at least to get to sleep. yuki tries to settle in for sleep by ignoring her ddd and just reading a book or doing gentle meditation. it doesn’t always work though.

yuki is a lucid dreamer and usually is aware that she is dreaming. in fairness her dreams are pretty boring and just about day to day life, but sometimes they get a bit more whimsical and fantastical. her dreams are often based around the emotion she was feeling strongest before going to sleep, when happy all is good. if she was angry she’s probably beating something up in her dreams. has she dreamt about the brothers? yes. and not all dreams have been pg

yuki can lie in or not, she likes the occasional long lie but doesn’t need it. she might not always get out of bed immediately on waking though. she might scroll devilgram, or read. or if she’s got someone to share the bed with she likes an early morning cuddle or more.

doubt

yuki doesn’t often have self doubt. she isnt overly arrogant, she just doesn’t often reflect on things or think about what has happened with regret. she’s definitely a live in the moment and work towards the future person.

she does sometimes doubt if she deserves to have the magical power she does. there’s so many people who could do much more with her powers and truly be good.

sometimes she doubts whether she is as close to the brothers as she thinks she is. she knows some of the pacts were under false pretences and some pacts came about under duress. she worries they stick with her because of the pact, or simply because she must be “protected” as the human exchange student. it hurts to think they might see her as literally a “human exchange student” and not as her, yuki, an individual. she truly cares for them all and trusts their judgement, but she’s also just… sort of average, and doesn’t know why they would see her as more than that.

other worries are that she’ll never be as good as her mother at her one true talent, that she’ll never find her place in life, or that she’ll never read all the books she wants to read.

though yuki doesn’t doubt herself often, when she does it’s a vicious circle of worries and what if scenarios. it’s like going down the rabbit hole. though how the brothers feel and think about her are a major source of her self doubt, they are the best at cheering her up. maybe they’re the best because of the doubt. they each have their own ways of cheering her up, and it means SO much to her when they show her that sort of care

[sparklingchim]

long way home 13 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: liddol nabi is incredibly missed by oc :(, cute i love u's in the end

summary: the one where you miss nabi.

a/n: hi hello after writing this i wanna buy adorable little baby onesies too

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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You couldn't stop yourself.

No one would be able to stop themselves.

You're in the baby section of a clothing store and your arm is packed with soft coloured teeny tiny pieces of clothing that you picked out just for Nabi.

You had gotten off from work and were just looking at the stores that you were passing on your way home when you saw that there was a huge discount on all articles in H&M.

You got yourself some basics and looked through some underwear when you noticed the baby section from the corner of your eye.

From the moment you entered the section and saw all of the tiny clothes from up close you knew it was over. You would not leave this store without having your hands full of bags that are filled with cute little clothes for Nabi.

You had to contain your squeaks when you saw a dusky pink coloured hat that has little bear ears on top. It looks just like the one that Jungkook had recently gotten for Nabi - just in a way cuter colour.

You couldn't wait to put it on Nabi - just picturing her with this pink fluffy hat on, her big innocent eyes watching you through her long lashes and her cheeks all chubby and screaming to get pinched, makes you want to rush to Jungkook's apartment and put the hat on Nabi.

Approximately ten minutes later your left arm feels numb from all the clothes your piling up on it.

Once you are out of the store you're heading home with 4 bags. One contains clothes that you bought for yourself and the other ones, well...they're mainly stuffed with fuzzy onesies...and all of them might have little ears that'll make Nabi look like a little bear. You just couldn't help yourself when you saw the big selection of clothing with bear ears attached to them. Perhaps you also bought her some small plushie too, which...Jungkook will not be glad to hear about because Nabi's nursery is already filled to the brim with plushies.

You blame your little shopping frenzy on the fact that you haven't seen Nabi for about four days. You're happy that Jungkook seems to go to work more regularly now and that the babysitter that Nabi once hated so much is much more welcome now, but you can't help missing her. And Jungkook as well, because he hasn't been showing up either. The past few days you've been waiting for him to visit the coffee shop in the morning, but he never did.

You struggle to fish your phone from your purse but once you finally do you call Jungkook.

You hold all four bags in one hand in order to be able to hold your phone against your ear. You're lucky to only live a few blocks away.

Jungkook answers the call within a few seconds.

"Hey," he greets, baritone voice making your tummy feel all kinds of butterflies flying around.

"I have good news - well, honestly speaking, I think they're bad news for you. But good news for me."

"Have you been buying books with my credit card again?"

"I-" For a brief second you close your eyes, not believing his audacity. "I don't have your card anymore, remember? I returned it weeks ago, dummy."

"Well, then it can't be bad news if I haven't lost any money because of it."

"Stop acting like you didn't give me your consent to buy books with your money!" A sulky pout settles on your lips.

"Eight, y/n. You bought eight books," he reminds you.

You click your tongue. "I couldn't decide. I wanted to read all of them."

"Last time I checked you had only read three of them."

"Buying books and reading books are two complete different hobbies, okay?" you defend yourself. "You wanna know what the news are?"

"I'm all ears."

"I might have bought Nabi a few things. As in, a few clothes. And some plushies."

"A few?" he inquires sceptically.

"Like...three bags."

Jungkook is silent for what feels like an eternity. Now that you are no longer focused on his voice, you are aware of the sounds of passing cars and people that you had blocked out earlier.

"Three bags?" You can clearly picture him pinching the bridge of his nose right now.

"Everything looked so adorable and cute. I couldn't resist, Koo"

"You know exactly how many clothes she already owns, y/n."

"But...they aren't as cute as the things I just bought. I swear, you're gonna freak out when I'm gonna show these onesies to you."

"What am I supposed to do with all this clothing once Nabi grows out of it?" Jungkook grumps.

"Keep them for your next baby."

"That won't happen for at least another 10 years, I hope," he mutters.

"You want Nabi to grow up all alone?"

"I can get her a dog or something."

You shrug. "Sounds fair." The wind blows hair in your face. You jut your lower lip out, puffing upwards to get rid of it. "So, when will I see my baby again?"

"You just recently looked after Nabi," Jungkook points out.

"But, that was like, last week. I miss her. Don't you have to go to work? I can watch her while you're gone," you offer.

"You do know that I have someone to look after her, right? And if I remember correctly, you were the one telling me to finally get someone to help me with Nabi."

"That doesn't mean that I don't want to see her anymore. I still love her, Koo." After a moment of silence you inquire, "Is Nabi okay with the babysitter now? Or does she still not like her?"

"Well..." Jungkook clears his throat before he continues, "Nabi is still not really fond of her, but...she's slowly getting used to her."

"Sounds good. Do you think I could come over today? I'm dying to see how these clothes are gonna look on her."

"I don't think today's a good idea," Jungkook replies, voice thick.

"Well, then tell me when you'll have time." You stop at a red light. "Where have you been in the mornings the last few days? Even the grannies that always drink their morning coffee at our place have started to miss you. They always look around the counter area where you'd usually be."

"Don't be dramatic, please," he sighs.

"I swear! I'm not making this up."

"I've just been busy. That's all."

"I hate having to eat my cookie alone," you sulk.

"I started giving morning classes again. That's why I haven't showed up," Jungkook explains.

"Really? But you hate morning classes."

"I do, but I think I'll give it a try for a few weeks."

"So I shouldn't expect to see you in the mornings anymore?" you ask, shoulders slumping at the mere thought of not seeing him in the morning anymore.

"I mean, I could try and stop by tomorrow morning if you'd like that?"

Though you'd love to see him, the fact that Jungkook only wants to visit the coffee shop because you want him to and not because he wants to, makes you shake your head to the question.

"No need to, it's fine." Squaring your shoulders, you walk across the street with long strides after the lights turned green. "You know that you can just tell me if you don't want to hang out with me?"

"Y/n," he sighs. "You know that's not the truth."

"You really make it seem that way, though," you admit.

"It's just- Nabi's slowly getting used to her and I want to use that time to work more," he clarifies.

"I understand, Jungkook. I think it's good that you're being consistent with the babysitter watching over her. I just really miss Nabi, that's all." You exhale, kinda regretting having made that accusation.

"She probably misses you just as much," Jungkook says and you hear the smile on his face as he talks.

"Are you going to work later?"

"I am actually at work right now," he says.

"Oh! I didn't-"

"It's fine, I'm on my break now. But it actually ended three minutes ago, so I gotta hang up now. Get home safely, yeah?"

"Have fun at work," you say and in the next second you're exclaiming, "Jungkook! Wait."

"Hm?" Your heart flutters at that innocent sound.

"When should I drop Nabi's new clothes off?"

"I'll text you," he replies.

"Oh, and, be so nice and send me a pic of Nabi later? Pretty please? I really miss her."

Jungkook chuckles, which elicits a smile on your lips in return.

"Sure, whatever you want."

"Thanks, love you."

"Love you too, baby.

[ladywinterwitch]

A-Z SFW Character Game (Jaime Lannister x Reader)

Trying out a A-Z challenge while giving some love to my boy Jaime. This one can be considered for all readers! Not just female. Hope to deliver and entertain you <3

Warnings: Probably some mental health issues that Jaime is familiar with, maybe some very mild mentions of smut but it's all PG and soft

Based on these prompts, full credit to the author. *I did change letter Z to fit the historical setting since they couldn't possibly have a favorite picture lol.

Main masterlist here

A - ADORABLE

§ - What do they find especially endearing?

Jaime absolutely loves your laugh. The sound of it, the way your features look when you do it, the bright look in your eyes. He also particularly love when you get embarassed, by him that is. He would never allow anyone else to make you feel uncomfortable, especially in a mean way. And when you chuckle while getting embarassed? That's it, his heart can't heandle it. Jaime does have a soft spot for your touch though, it always brings him a great sense of comfort and love.

B - BARGAIN

§ - How do they get their way?

If there's one thing about this man is that he's a cheeky motherfucker deep down. If it's him that initiates things, you can be sure that he'll make you desperate for it. But just for a moment, then he'd be all over you until you can't take it anymore. If it's you, on the other hand, he rarely would think it twice or even bother to play the same game. He's just that impatient. It's always either seductive, fun and sweet or completely passion driven.

C - COMMUNICATE

§ - What is their love language?

Jaime's love language is staring. Which might sound creepy but it isn't. Before meeting you he never really had a particular interest in anything that wouldn't involve something about new fighting skills, doing his duty as a knight or even worse his sister and family. Nothing matters but us, he would hear his own toxic words towards Cersei. So that's why when he finally met you, something or better someone that could hold his interest, he was absolutely taken. All that added to the fact that your relationship is essentially a secret, and more often than not, your eyes meeting would be the only way to connect. In a room full of people, his eyes would always be on you, and yours on him.

D - DEVOTED

§ - How do they show they're serious?

In his case, would definetly be putting you above his family. As soon as he realized he was in love, he got immediately scared, because with that specific realization also came the understanding of the real danger you and your relationship would be in. Tywin would force him to leave the king's guard and go back to Casterly Rock with someone of his choice, let alone making sure that you would never see each other again. Cersei on the other hand would just skip to the killing part, because of course she would. The only one he could trust was Tyrion, and that brought him closer to his little brother like never before. Because he would've understood. He was sure of it.

E - ENCHANTED

§ - What first caught their eye?

Phisically speaking, most probably your eyes. Again, he unintentionally learned to be pretty uninterested in everything and everyone, above all to protect himself from further pain that his infamous Kingslayer reputation brought him. So seeing genuine interest and not prejudice in someone's eyes was pretty new for him. And that was directly connected with your innocence. It absolutely blew him away, he was in awe of it almost. Innocence not in an age's prospective, but more as a trait. Innocence that include curiosity, gentleness, a pure heart and a inclination to be more good to people who didn't necessarily deserved it.

F - FLIRTY

§ - How do they flirt?

Again, he's a pretty arrogant man so he definetly gets off on you being flustered. In a positive way. Often in an horny way, but still. He likes to make you yearn for him, seduce you slowly with bold looks, barely there touches, some funny comments on people at court, making you laugh, leaving you breathless and all of that. He's definetly the kind of man that would bury you with compliments until you'd shut his mouth with a kiss.

G - GENTLE

§ - How do they provide comfort?

Jaime would absolutely leave all the smugness behind in case you needed comfort, and just try to make you feel as loved and safe as possible instead. He'd hug you, stroking your back and face gently, leaving soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, lips and so on. He'd say things like 'I know, I know, it's all right' or that he loves you, to not worry, depending on the situation. Sometimes his protective side would get over him and he'd struggle to keep his anger at bay if someone upset you, so he would just be quiet and provide comfort with his touch while plotting revenge in his head.

H - HOT

§ -What is their favorite look on their partner?

Needless to say he can't keep his hands to himself when your're naked, at his mercy. But aside from that he just generally loves to see you comfortable and peaceful, whether it is in a rich gown or a simple robe. He does love when you dress up for a court event, he doesn't miss the eyes of other people lingering on you but he doesn't care because he know you're his and he's yours.

I - INTIMATE

§ - What kind of dates do they like?

He loves when you manage to sneak away together in a hidden place in the gardens, or just a quick stolen kiss behind a corner of a castle hallway. Unfortunately it's not like you could properly be seen together, so most of your 'dates' are in your respective bedrooms, which is the only place where you can be as affectionate as you want.

J - JEALOUS

§ - How jealous are they? How do they show it?

Jaime isn't jealous unless he has to. And even then it's more protectiveness than anything. He knows way too well the snakes on the court, while your good heart leads you to humor them more than you should. The actual jealousy is mixed with frustration when someone tries to court you or offers you to take walks in the garden and so on. Because he can't. If the issue is with untrustworthy people he would just talk with you to remind you to be careful. If it was jealousy, he would often be a little distant, close in himself in his self deprecation, until you noticed and brought him back, reassuring him that you would never leave him because you love him.

K - KARMA

§ - How do they apologize?

He doesn't have to apologize, but he does it anyway. You usually just reassure him and just move on. He would never make anything that required him to apologize to you, if he got angry he usually had a valid reason and it was never with you.

L - LUST

§ - Favorite thing about their partner?

He's got a weak spot for your voice and the way you touched him when you wanted to tease him. It drove him absolutely nuts. He was also just crazy about you in general. He loved to explore you and himself, like he never did before.

M - MEMORY

§ - What's their favorite memory together?

Your first time together probably. Jaime is not used to allow himself to be vulnerable with other people, so that was definetly an important step for him, also considering his past with Cersei. He had also discovered that actually loving someone was quite intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of both giving and receiving attention and care.

N - NORMAL

§ - What does a normal day look like for them?

Well, unfortunately the norm for you was hiding. He would go on with his duties as you spent your day in court with the other lords and ladies. You would be together all the nights that you could manage when Jaime wasn't required to guard the castle, and even then sometimes you would surprise him. You would mostly pretend to meet accidentally and make conversation, or take accords to meet in some secluded and private areas to spend some time together. It wasn't easy, but your situations didn't allow you anything else.

O - OBVIOUS

§ - How do they show they're together?

You actually try to avoid being in close proximity with other people present because you fear that they could suspect something. You do show each other that you're together though by being faithful and just putting the outmost trust in each other.

P - PEACE

§ - How do they relax together?

The moments in which you could relax were behind close doors, and with a lock on the door just to be even more sure. You usually picked Jaime's room because people wouldn't dare to bother disturb the brother of the queen, but sometimes, especially when Jaime knew that Cersei or his father could come looking for him they picked your room. Relaxing for you just meant to converse with each other or just laying together cuddling.

Q - QUIET

§ - What can they do together?

You could be intimate, of course, and on some rare occasions even manage to sneak out of the Red Keep at night. Usually on a horse, and not in any crazy place. Maybe some taverns, in private rooms rented for the night, and then go back before dawn when you could manage to sneak back in without people noticing. Jaime promised you that he would find a way to bring you to the beach someday.

R - ROMANTIC

§ - What kind of gifts do they give?

You can't flaunt anything without people asking you where things came from, and Jaime doesn't need to be seen walking around with flowers, but he does manage to leave a rose in your room every now and then. While your 'gifts' would simply be taking care of him at the end of a rough day, and that was more than enough for him.

S - SLEEP

§ -How do they sleep together?

Still keeping it sfw for this one. You like to sleep hugged. Wheter he or you as the big or little spoon, doesn't really matter. You also liked to lay on his chest, your nace nuzzling his neck while his calm breaths blew air softly on your hair.

T - THOUGHTFUL

§ - What small things do they do for each other?

He liked when you massaged his shoulders and neck before sleeping while he talked about a rough day or something that bothered him, or when he was lost in thought and you would either hold his and or kiss him to bring him back to you. Jaime liked to take care of you intimately, and just generally make sure you were safe in court. You loved how he can make you smile always when you need it.

U - UNITY

§ - What would their wedding be like?

You would often dream about it. About what life you'd like to live with each other. Jaime would say that he'd like to bring you to his home, Casterly Rock. Just you and him and a septon, exchanging your wedding vows. You argue that you'd like your family with you, but you really would do anything that it took to just be with him. Even elope secretly and disappear from anyone else. He says he'd love to see you in his colors, 'You would look good in gold and red'.

V - VIBRANT

§ - What always makes them smile?

Jaime loves when you get mad at someone and curse at them, because you're still the sweetest thing ever even when mad. He has way too much fun, and even more when you complain about him not taking you seriously. You like when he makes fun of the people at court, mocking them or recounting you episodes or rumors about them. He also made you giggle like a fool when he was playful with you.

W - WHISPER

§ -What pet names and compliments do they use?

In public you use my lord-lady, pretty formal. In private you call him my love or my lion. Jaime also uses 'my love' or 'my sweet'.

X - XOXO

§ -How do they kiss?

Depending on the moment it can be very sweet and delicate, literally just as a demonstration of affection, but it can become heated pretty quickly. It happened a few times that you almost got caught around the Red Keep because you couldn't help yourselves. You like to kiss Jaime's shoulders, lips, head and cheek. He likes to kiss your lips, forehead, back of the hand and just everywhere his mouth can reach.

Y - YEARN

§ - What do they do when they're apart?

So far, since Jaime's position of duty is at the Red Keep, he never had to actually leave. There were days in which you barely saw each other, but for the most part you managed pretty well. When you are not together though, you'd always be in each other's thoughts.

Z - ZOOM

§ - What's their favorite place to go to?

You could count the options on one hand given the circumstances, but you love when you manage to sneak out in a simple tavern of King's Landing. You also like to ride together in the night or very early morning.

That's it for Jaime Lannister's SFW version of these prompts! I hope it wasn't terrible and that I managed to keep the reader neutral. See you in the next one!

[subspencer]

would you grace us with some ✨handsy✨ ✨bratty✨ boyband Spencer or sm bec if I know anything it’s that the short hair on him? ooooooo have mercy that does it for me brain goes brrrrrrrr

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hmmm brrr. boyband reid. this is just fluffy with no such smut to speak of, i’m sorry if it lets you down bestie 💔 feel free to send more boyband concepts in if you still need to scratch that itch.

wc: 1192 content: just a lot of flirting/sexual tension. i’d rate it 16+ to be safe but it’s really just pg-13.

The thing about Spencer’s adorable new haircut is that he knows how good he looks.

He knows it from the way you look at him, like two eyes just weren’t enough to soak all of him in. At any given point of the day, he’d look over at you to find that you were already looking at him.

He knows it because you can't keep your hands off of him all of a sudden. It was your idea to keep the relationship private in the first place, and now you can barely follow your own rules at work. You won’t even make it out of the parking lot before your mouth is on his, fingers coming up to twist those luscious strands.

And this kind of knowledge can't be trusted in Spencer's hands.

See, he was fine with keeping the relationship a secret in the beginning. It made it exciting, to be stealing glances across the office and tip-toeing into each other's hotel rooms.

But he doesn’t want that anymore. Now, he was dying to be able to love you out loud and in the open. To show off to the world that you were his.

He wanted to take you out on real dates and hold your hand in public without avoiding all the places your friends might be at. He has so many pictures of you that he wants to put on his desk so he has something to smile at when he’s doing paperwork. You tell him he could just look at the real thing, but even you agree that the photo of you two in your matching dinosaur pajamas deserves to be framed.

He didn’t want to go out to dinner with the team and time his exit from the restaurant twenty minutes apart from yours. Or have to wait at least an hour before the others fell asleep before he was in the clear to sneak into your hotel room just to see you.

He just had to get you on the same page.

You wanted those things too, but not at the expense of losing the privacy in your relationship. And the incessant questioning that would no doubt come from nosy friends was almost overwhelming even as a hypothetical idea in your mind. How could you tell them what you and Spencer were when you didn’t know for yourself?

He didn’t think it was half as scary as you made it out to be. He just needed to show you that the benefits of being together openly far outweighed whatever else may follow.

And if your willpower wore down each time he flicked his gorgeous hair out of his eyes or brushed his delicate fingers across his lips, he was happy to use it to his advantage.

His current favorite way of torturing you was to fiddle around with his pencil, twirling it between those lithe fingers connected to sculpted, veiny hands. At one point, he tapped the clean rubber edge of it against his lips, biting down on it ever so gently. It was so simple and yet so effective, he could feel your eyes clinging onto his every action.

You weren’t going to make it out of the building before jumping his bones at this point, but he had to nail in the coffin just to be sure.

It was just too easy for him when you left your desk and went into the empty break room for a fresh cup of coffee. Or rather to get a reprieve from watching Spencer’s little stunts. He followed in shortly behind you, not bothering to shut the door after himself.

“Hi,” he smiled sweetly, brushing his hand against the small of your back. It’s a spot he knew lit butterflies through your body. Your breath hitched at the touch as he leaned in incredibly close to grab a cup from the cabinet above you. You could smell his cologne and feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and it would be so easy for you to turn your head and place a kiss on his neck. He hummed in your ear as he brandished the cup, “Make me some too?”

Wordlessly you took it from him, dryly swallowing the air stuck in your throat. As soon as you did, his fingers trailed down your hands and across your forearms, leaving valleys of goosebumps in their wake.

The coffee pot shook in your hands as you poured the liquid into two cups, doing your best to focus on them and not Spencer’s arm wrapping loosely around your hips. A little too low to appear friendly.

He reached across you to grab the sugar packets, once again invading the sensible amount of personal space two coworkers should have. As he stirred it into his cup, some of the coffee splashed out and began to trickle down the edge.

His thumb ran across the ceramic, scooping the liquid before bringing it to his mouth and gently sucking it clean. All while he looked into your eyes, unable to make contact with them because yours were fixated on his lips. He released the digit with a soft pop, breaking your trance.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” you recollected the air in your lungs, shuffling objects around on the counter to distract from how flustered you felt. You refused to look at him again, afraid of what you might do if you did.

“I didn’t say anything.” His smirk extended from the left edge of his mouth to his ear, wide as day. “You feeling okay?” He slowly swept your hair away from your neck and shoulder, leaving your skin tingling at the feather-soft feeling of your hair brushing against it, followed by the graze of his knuckles.

A completely unnecessary move for checking the temperature of your forehead, but an extremely effective one for Spencer’s true purposes.

“Mm fine,” you swatted his hand away, not even convincing yourself with the tone you carried.

“Are you sure?” he whispered directly into your ear, cupping your chin as you instinctively turned to face him.

Your nose brushed just barely against his as you turned, not expecting to be so near him already. There was a moment of quiet as both of you stood still, exchanging the same air. The world around you fell into space, it was just you and him, standing together here. You tilted your head back, reaching your lips up to his as you let your eyelids flutter closed.

At the exact moment you did, Spencer’s hand left your face. His arm left your waist as he stepped away from you, leaving you cold in the absence of his body heat.

“No kissing at work, remember? Can’t have anyone finding out about us.” He recited your ground rules right back to you, coy as ever as he began to walk backward out of the break room.

Pride swelled in his chest when he saw you through the window, staring blankly at the abandoned coffee cups, dazed and confused as you tried to piece together what just happened. What happened is that he won you over to his side.

[gloryofluv]

Manor with Manners: The Brothers Reaction to Meeting Your Family

The Brothers decide to invite your family over for a party in the human world. Your two younger siblings follow you. Your parents are amused… and the reactions of the crew are mixed.

(For the sake of the headcanon, you have two GN siblings.)

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Escorting your parents and younger siblings inside the manor, you stop a moment. “So, as I told you, the exchange program was a bit odd. Because they were in the middle of nowhere, they all have… particular personalities.”

Your parents nod with smiles. “I’m positive it will be fine. After all, if they went through all this trouble, they must be worth it.”

“Yes, they’re all excellent beings. I know I’ve told you about them, but meeting them, well, they can be a bit much,” you laugh and breathe before walking them into the party…

Knew about the plan for a while. He was hesitant to allow the blending of families. Diavolo was insistent, so there they were… entertaining your family. He’s incredibly pessimistic that something might go wrong.

He actually speaks to your parents the most out of the brothers. Talks about the exchange vaguely enough to make it seem plausible. Charming. Definitely pulls plenty of talented tidbits from his metaphoric cap. Your mother finds him responsible and handsome. Your father… Well, he thinks he’s quite refined. However, something about him… (Yeah, pops, he’s a powerful demon) Both are pleased with him. Checkmark for approval!

Watching you play with your younger siblings is a damn treat for him. He’d only seen you with his siblings, and suddenly, you were more than a fragile human. You were a leader. Tries to hide his blush as you call him ‘Lulu.’ Has a tough time not giving up his pride and scooping you in his arms.

Your siblings tease you about ‘k-i-s-s-i-n-g’ and mock you with noises when he kisses your cheek. Your blush and defensiveness reminded him so much of himself. Melted. Emotional. Completely gone for you. That was all it took for him to entirely give up the charade of distance and pull you aside, away from the fray, to kiss you and say how much he loves your beautiful heart.

Um. Scared of your parents. Really scared. Scared of Lucifer’s threats that you’ll never talk to them again if he messes it up too. Your mother is super nice, but your father scares the shit out of him. Poor bumbling demon. He doesn’t know where to start nor how to hold a conversation with either of your parents. Blushing mess.

Your siblings, now he’s got that! Cute little you with little children to make their minions! They’re young enough to coach, come on, it will be fun, right? Definitely likes being called ‘The Great Mammon’ by them. Chaotic and all about the games, quickly convinces your siblings into a game in the pool, then asks about you when you’re not around.

He adores you and later on would wrap his arms around your shoulders and kiss your cheek. No fumbling words or phrases. He would just smile a rare and genuine and pure smile. If you’re by his side, he’s the happiest demon alive and would do anything to make your family happy too.

Has a hard time even looking at your parents. It isn’t until your mother approaches him and compliments his sweater that he stares at her, a blushing mess. He then carefully explains why he chose the sweater, and your mother brings him over to your father. They’re gentle and ask about all his hobbies. He was shy, but they must have known that.

How he saw you with your siblings made him a little jealous. You would pick them up, laugh with them and play games. He wanted your attention. Your care. You. The envy began to fade when you invited him to play one of the human console games they brought. It was some party game! Oh! So much fun!

He was competitive but noticed you weren’t playing to win. You let your siblings and him win. Which caused the children to cheer and laugh. Oh! You were such a good sibling and honorable like Henry! His Henry.

He eventually shows your siblings TSL and his collection. He now gained two normie humans that were related to you as fans. They followed him around, asking questions about TSL, which actually made him feel so special!

Doesn’t outwardly approach your parents at first. He stations himself comfortably with a book at his side and watches the interactions. It is your father to approach him first, asking about the novel. Ah, a mystery lover? They hold a small conversation about human mystery and thriller authors, which Satan happily continues. Your mother comes over after a bit and asks him all about his passions. He’s a nerd, but they seem intrigued. Satan is great at masking charm, and your parents aren’t immune.

He enjoys watching you with your siblings. It’s a true insight into how you became so comfortable with him and his brothers. That steals his heart. He figuratively could rip it out and hand it to you. You were so good that he just needed it all the time in his life. Your siblings were wary of him until he began talking about cats.

Yep. Apparently, your siblings love cats too! Showing them all the pictures he had of cats was a highlight of his day. Hearing the gasps and sighs of the children as he showed off cute kittens in the Devildom. (Of course, you couldn’t tell it was the Devildom unless you’d been there). That was how he won over your siblings.

Expect secluded stolen kisses throughout the evening. He adores the person you are wholeheartedly, and seeing you with your family was a treat. A reminder that you had a choice on whether to love him and his brothers, and you do.

Doesn’t mind walking right up to your mother and giving compliments on her wardrobe and hair. Definitely slides in how she is aging well and how he knew how you got your good looks. Your father clearly finds him the most fascinating of his brothers. Not because of anything other than the mile-a-minute bubbly attitude. Your parents were both given excellent styling and self-care tips.

Cute little mini yous. Yep. He loves your siblings. He loves how you are with your siblings. Doesn’t want to run around, but if you want… fashion montages and a makeup party?? Oh, yes, completely! Keeps it PG around the little ones. Don't even mind that one of your siblings called him excitedly weird. (It’s a compliment, and he’ll take it!)

He actually doesn’t get all lovey-dovey with your family around. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he convinced Solomon to do a mock magic show for your siblings and was his assistant. Razzle dazzle in a sparkling dress? Oh, yes! However, you do owe him a kiss when they leave. After all, he did it for you!

You introduce him to your parents. Not because he didn’t want to meet them, but he was actually concerned. His worries consist of hunger, disappointing you, and hurting your family. (Sweet boi, just hug him, okay??) Your father shakes his hand and smiles while asking about his sports career. Your mother is just stunned at the sheer multitude of his form. He explains a little and smiles but mostly thanks them for having such a great child. Cue heart eyes and big smiles from your parents.

Your siblings are fascinated with the giant. They ask him tons of questions and actually begin bringing him food between them. They are enthralled with how much he could eat! Beel just smiles and lifts them up when they ask. They also ask him to lift heavier things, and it becomes a game. Soon he is lifting sofas and chairs with them sitting on them. Unfortunately, Lucifer tells him to stop.

He will do anything you want during the party. The most attentive to you as far as what you need to make your family happy. Your mother even slyly asks if you were thinking of dating him because he’s just the sweetest they’d ever met. He doesn’t kiss you or become overly affectionate, but he will be by your side for as long as you want him to be.

Not truly enthused about the whole family thing. Drank six cups of coffee before the party to attempt to stay awake. It’s your mother that approaches him at the window first. He’s looking out at the stars and explains such when she asks. She asks him about the constellations, and that’s when he opens up. Your father trails over and listens to him explain why certain constellations are visible at this time of the year.

It was a detailed conversation, and everything from his grades to his sleeping disorder comes up. (Sleeping disorder, which you explained to your parents obviously) He actually enjoys your parents' company but doesn’t try to put on charm or pazazz for them. They just like him for the interesting conversation and tell him so.

He does not like children. Not usually. However, that being said, he likes your siblings. They drag him outside to hear about the stars, and all of you lay in the grass after dinner. He’s nearly snoozing but points out different constellations and tells them the stories (PG and cleaned up) about each. It does help that all of you see a shooting star, and he tells them to wish really hard for something. Yep, they absolutely adore him.

Throughout the evening, he checks in with you and makes sure you're not stressed. He hugs you plenty, and when you’re sitting, he’ll lean against your shoulder and snooze. This demon is a Class A Clinger and won’t let you have a bad time or be upset by anything. Expect snuggles and cuddles when your family leaves.

[redriotbaby]

finding out their s/o is pregnant ft. haikyuu

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x female! reader, Hinata Shouyo x female! Reader, Kozume Kenma x female! reader, Miya Atsumu x female! reader, Oikawa Tooru x female! reader, Sawamura Daichi x female! reader, Tendou Satori x female! reader

Rating: pg 13?

Genre: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, mood swing, a tiny fight with slight jealousy on Oikawa’s part, and some crackheadedness :) 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary/ Request: “hi hi hi !! i just found your page and i love it it's so cute uwu🤩

could i request hc/drabble (anything really) of finding out their s/o is pregnant with tendou, daichi, hinata, bokuto, atsumu, kenma, oikawa

just a crumb of something to itch my brain please 👉🏻👈🏻”

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I had such a lovely time writing this and being all mushy. Just like all my other works, I had to find a way to make it a teeny bit of crackheaded. I hope you enjoy this work and thank you again. Also thank you to @meowstea​ for helping me brainstorm this (I adore you). Thank you to @plutointhestars​ and @jeonsjiddies​ for beta reading this for me. Requests are open, just please read my rules before sending in an ask. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

Bokuto Koutarou 

It was your five-year anniversary with Bokuto and instead of going out, Bokuto wanted to be your personal chef for the night.

Weeks prior to your anniversary date, Bokuto spent his free time watching cooking videos and memorizing recipes of foods that had your eyes glimmer. 

Seeing all his hard work and puppy eyes, how could you say no. 

So here you were, admiring the love of your life happily cook a meal for you.

The delightful aroma causes you to unconsciously rub your growing tummy, the aroma making your mouth water.

You were currently twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve thought of ways to tell Bokuto but all ideas that came through your head didn’t seem like enough.

“Hey, honey? Did you hear me?”

“Sorry Bo, what did you say?”

“I was thinking now that we are married, you know, we could maybe start trying for a baby?”His words had you freeze in your spot. 

You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or a bit terrified of being put on the spot.

Almost if he sensed your silence, he turned around with the frying pan in hand starting to mutter apologies for being blunt.

Before he could get any more words out, you interrupted him but didn’t meet his eyes.

“We are pregnant, Bo.” You whispered and closed your eyes as you waited for anything to ease you. 

Instead of being met with his words, you heard the frying pan clatter on the floor.

“What?”

You took a deep breath and prepared to meet his disappointed face but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed Bokuto. 

Quickly, you made your way to your husband and pulled him towards you. 

You sat him down on the chair you were in and you took his large hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles before directing his palm to rest on your growing tummy. 

Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to fully process it, his large hand on your tummy making you feel happy. 

Once his eyes opened, Bokuto pulled you into his lap and covered your face with sweet kisses while whispering the sweetest words only for your ears.

“Baby, I love you so much! Thank you for making me so damn happy!”

Your heart was full of utter warmth and happiness that you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Hinata Shouyo 

Hinata treated you like a queen. He always wanted to take you to the most beautiful restaurants with a perfect scenery just to see you glow in happiness.

Of course, you mentioned that you were happy with just being cuddled against his warm body at home but he always said that his queen deserves the best.

So that brings you to one of the fanciest restaurants that you have ever been to. 

You felt a bit uncomfortable because of how your fancy clothes clung to your growing belly. Your worried mind raced through different scenarios that you completely missed the waiter asking you what you would like to drink.

“We would like a bottle of wine. Tonight feels like a special night.”

Without thinking you answered, “No, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Nine months? Baby?” Hinata muttered under his breath until it hit him. 

The waiter and Hinata looked at you with wide eyes and it took you a moment to realize what you had said.

“Surprise?” You shyly giggled at their reactions. 

Before you could say anything more, Hinata jumped out of his chair to pull you into his arms.

“Hey everyone, I’m going to be a dad!” The waiter and the people that were sitting near you congratulated the two of you.

Hinata’s hands cupped your face and placed a loving kiss on your lips and thanked you for making him the happiest person in the universe. 

Kozume Kenma

It was Kenma’s birthday and by his request, it was just a day at home. He wanted to spend his special day with the most important person to him in the comfort of your shared home. 

And of course, you could not deny his request.

You planned to make his favorite food while he played a few of his favorite games. 

While you waited for the food to simmer, you pulled out Kenma’s special gift and opened it to make sure everything was perfect for the thousandth time.

Today was the day you were finally going to tell him that you were carrying his child. You didn’t know how much longer you could continue to hide it since your belly was starting to show as each week passed.

You set up the dining table and called Kenma to come to eat with you.

Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw your boyfriend walk into the dining room with a smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, baby! Before we eat, I do have a really special gift for you.”

With shaky hands, you handed Kenma the gift. You carefully watched his every move as he opened the box in his hands. 

“Player three is coming in 2022?”

He read out loud, clearly confused as he looked up at you.“We are having another person in our relationship?”

Kenma looked like a puppy that’s been kicked as his eyes watered and you panicked.

“Baby, no! Look at the rest of the box.” Your hand caressed his cheek as he pulled out an ultrasound picture from the box. 

Once it hit him, Kenma giggled and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and sighed happily.

“So that’s why you have been wearing my clothes lately. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Kenma whispered contently against your neck.

Miya Atsumu 

It was the last set of the game. One more point and your boyfriend’s team would win the team.

It was the last game of the season and Atsumu asked you to come to see him play. 

He wanted to go to the game with you by his side but you had other plans for him. 

Of course, there was no way he didn’t leave the house with a huge pout on his face. So you had to bribe him with cooking his favorite meal when you came home together. 

Almost immediately when he left, your best friend, Osamu’s girlfriend, pulled up to your parking lot, waiting for you to head to Atsumu's big game.

“The poster’s in the back seat, I wrote what you sent in the last text and before you ask, the ultrasound is there too.”

Your nerves grew as you saw your boyfriend prepare to set the last point. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm your nerves.

Once you opened your eyes, you saw that Atsumu was looking right at you and smiled when your eyes met. He immediately hit the ball and scored right away.

When Atsumu scored the winning point, his teammates rushed up to him to celebrate.

Osamu’s girlfriend nudged your side as you both made your way to your boyfriend on the court.

Osamu saw the two of you head closer to the court and he called his twin over, already knowing what was going to happen.

Your body shook with nerves as you turned the poster around to let Atsumu read it.

“Congratulations Dad?”

Shaking his head at his twin, Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head as he pointed to the ultrasound. 

When it clicked in his head, Atsumu dropped himself onto his knees and nuzzled his face onto your baby bump.

“My beautiful prize, thank you.” 

Oikawa Tooru

You knew it wasn’t Oikawa’s fault but who would stay calm when the waiter wouldn’t stop flirting with your husband right in front of you. 

It surely didn’t help that your pregnancy heightened almost all of your emotions.

Oikawa knew you were no longer enjoying the meal when he saw you unintentionally playing with your food.

He tried to talk to you but all he would get was really short answers. He could no longer sit there when he saw you get teary-eyed so he held your hand and walked out of the restaurant after he paid for the meal.

The ride to your shared home was silent, you avoided your husband’s concerned eyes by looking outside the passenger window.

Once you got home, you kept on walking ahead of Oikawa and the feeling of his eyes burning the back of your head riled you so much more.

“Baby, let’s talk. What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong.”

“No, I don’t. Baby, you’re acting like a pregnant woman.”

“That’s because I am, you giant idiot.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words as his mouth trembled.

“You what?” 

“You know what I said, you big dummy.”

His arm reached out to you and pulled you into his chest. He placed one of his hands on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your lower back.

“I know, baby. Just wanted to hear you say it again just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.”

“I am carrying your child, Tooru.”

His hold on your body became tighter as you said it again. 

“My dream has become true, thank you.” 

Sawamura Daichi

Nothing about today seemed out of the ordinary, just another casual day where you took a stroll in the park, hand in hand with Daichi.

Every step you took had you feeling sudden happiness that made your eyes tear up.

There were days where you would feel like this but those days were starting to feel like they were happening very often. 

You took the time to not only admire the beautiful park but your boyfriend. 

He seemed very distracted by whatever he was looking at so you followed his gaze and it led you to a playground full of toddlers. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Daichi unconsciously smiling.

The endearing moment came to an end when a little boy ran up to you with a woman running right behind him.

“Congrats, you have a child in there!” The little boy pointed at your tummy before turning back to the woman who was a few steps away.

Daichi’s eyes were stuck on your stomach while you started recalling the tiniest of things. 

Your hold on Daichi’s hand tightened when you remembered that your period hasn’t come.

Your eyes met your boyfriend’s and it’s as if you both had the same thought.

That’s what led you to this moment, Daichi sitting along with you on the bathroom floor as you wait for the results of three pregnancy tests.

The timer on your phone went off and your heart pounded violently against your chest as you turned the timer off. 

Your boyfriend’s hand reached for yours as if telling you that he’d be by your side regardless of the situation.

His free hand reached for the pregnancy tests sitting beside you and counted to three to see the final results

One…

Two…

And three positive tests that had Daichi’s eyes and yours simultaneously tear up.

Before you could say anything, his lips crashed against yours as he cupped your face in the palm of his hands.

“I’ll be here for the two of you, always and forever.”

Tendou Satori

Your husband, Tendou, went out to go buy a couple of things needed at home and medicine since you were feeling a bit under the weather. 

But the thing you didn’t tell him was that you were late. 

One of your friends had come over minutes after Tendou left to give you a few pregnancy tests because you wanted to make sure before you told him anything. 

You couldn’t bear to spend every minute sitting down by the tests so you paced around the bed until your alarm went off. 

Without peeking at the pregnancy tests, you sat down on Tendou’s side of the bed and held his pillow in your arms, his scent instantly calming you.

When you felt ready, you flipped each test around to be met with a bold “Pregnant” on the screen.

You stayed frozen on the bed as you continued to stare at the tests in slight disbelief.

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed frozen but you knew it was a while when your husband walked through the door, rambling.

“Hey, Princess. I found these really cute shoes that couldn’t wait for the future.”

“Princess, what are you- Oh!”

His eyes landed on the positive pregnancy tests and he softly cooed at you. Tendou sat right in front of you and caressed the apple of your cheeks as he whispered sweet words to comfort you.

He gently laid on the bed with you right against him and peppered tiny kisses on your forehead.

“I knew those baby shoes were calling to me for some reason.”

[babymetaldoll]

I've been working out a little bit (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Spencer has been working out with Penelope, and they are doing their best to keep it a secret. Until (Y/N) finds out and tries to help. And though he doesn't want to because he is embarrassed about his poor athletic performance, somehow she manages to help.  

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Curses, frustration. Good old fools in love.

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! I've missed you! I hope you like this little story. It's one of the last requests pending on my list. Tomorrow I can finally visit my grandparents, I'll be taking care of them for at least two weeks, and though I know it's hard work, I am just so happy I can be with them again!! I miss them! Take care, whenever you are! Love you!

Masterlist

                                    𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

- "No fucking way, Spencer!" (Y/N) widened her eyes and laughed so hard tears filled her eyes. She was sitting at her desk at work, staring at her best friend, who could barely walk due to the two hours he had spent that morning training with Penelope.

- "Please, don't tell anyone."- he whispered and looked around the bullpen. He was too embarrassed already to let anyone else know he had to take the mandatory fit test. He wanted to avoid the jokes, especially Derek's.

- "Your secret is safe with me, as always, chipmunk"- (Y/N) smiled and bit her lips, trying not to laugh anymore- "But why on earth are you working out? You have enough case hours to cover a fit test!"

- "Apparently, I can't skip it this year. Both me and Penelope have to take it."- Spencer whispered and sat down very slowly, pain written all over his face.

His best friend stared at him reading the mix of embarrassment and physical pain he felt with each movement he made. (Y/N) smiled and opened one of her drawers, looking for the last Snicker she had hidden in case of need. Watching Spencer in pain was precisely the case. She stood up and handed him the candy, making his heart skip a beat. Spencer did his best to hide the blush on his cheeks and just looked away.

- "I can help you if you want."- (Y/N) whispered and cut him the most adorable smile she had.

- "Help me what?"

- "Working out."- she replied and bit her granola bar- "I can teach you how to kick ass, and I do look hot wearing sweat shorts."

Spencer nearly chook. He flushed and closed his eyes, trying to cover up his embarrassment. But (Y/N) giggled and turned around. Her job there was done. Now Spencer had to be picturing her in her sweat shorts.

Of course, he was. He couldn't stop, actually.

The two agents were the youngest of the team, and somehow sometimes in-between cases, it showed. Especially when they were on their own, and their conversations ended up in casual flirting.

(Y/N) was head over feet in love with Spencer, though she was never going to face it. God knows Penelope had tried to force her to deal with her feelings. But she was closed as an oyster. No matter how much Garcia insisted or how drunk they were, (Y/N) kept denying her true feelings in public.

Spencer wasn't indifferent. Not at all. As a matter of fact, he was in love with (Y/N). Everything about her bewitched him. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on her, he felt it. She was tailor-made for him. If only he weren't a nervous wreck each time he saw her...

After two years working together, Spencer had managed to overcome part of my shyness and awkwardness around (Y/N). They were best friends, and they would usually hang out in their free time. The little free time they had in the BAU. But even when they could playfully flirt all the time, Spencer was sure she didn't like him that way. He convinced himself she was just joking.

--

(Y/N) headed to the Batcave holding a large frappuccino and knocked on the half-opened door before walking in.

- "Penelope García, I had the feeling you were running caffeine low."

- "Oh my pretty little thing! How do you do it? You read my mind!"- the tech analyst nearly hyperventilated as soon as she held her ice and creamed coffee.

- "Reid and I were out for a little break, and I knew you would like one of these to cheer up your afternoon"- Garcia sipped her frappuccino and nodded. But as soon as she had finished savoring the perfect coffee, she asked.

- "So, you and Reid..."

- "We were out getting coffee, like the best friends we are."

- "But, there's coffee here in the kitchenette. There's no need to go out and get coffee unless you want to find an excuse to be alone with him."- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and sighed. Garcia did that every single chance she got.

- "You and I know the FBI doesn't share our concept of "good" coffee."- (Y/N) looked at her friend and just smiled- "Besides, I told you, I felt you needed some extra sugar and joy in your life after your early workout session this morning."

- "That little snitch!"- (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head.

- "Don't get mad at Reid. He didn't tell me anything. I kind of figured there was something wrong 'cos he looked in so much pain just breathing."

- "Oh man, he is sored, but I am sure he would be way sorer if you train with him."

- "I offered myself to help him"- Garcia raised an eyebrow at (Y/N) 's words, and the young agent wide opened her eyes, blushing- "Stop staring at me like I'm a perv! I meant helping him train for the test. I could help you too."

- "Thank you, but no, thank you. I trained with you, and there's no way we are going to do all that boxing again."

- "Come on! You said you had fun!"

- "I did! I really did... but I could barely move the next day! And I had a date! I couldn't even dance, less doing... other... nevermind"- Penelope stopped herself in her tracks and shook her head.

- "Shit, PG!"- (Y/N) closed her eyes and chuckled- "Spare me the details."

- "Sorry... anyway... you and the little genius should definitely train in a more... horizontal way."

- "Garcia! Stop it!"- (Y/N) laughed and stood up- "I'm gonna go back to work 'cos clearly you have some hormonal issues today, and you are projecting."

- "Stop acting like you haven't thought about it!"- Garcia said and chuckled as her friend walked away.

- "I'm not telling you anything."

- "That means yes!"

- "No! it doesn't!"- (Y/N) was blushing; that's why she refused to turn around and look at Penelope.

- "Oh! It so does!"

--

The end of that day found Spencer even more sore, hungry and weary than he had felt in years. All he wanted to do was go home, eat pizza leftovers from the night before, and go straight to bed.

Until...

- "Hey, chipmunk!"- (Y/N) looked at Spencer, gathering all his things and getting ready to go home.- "Dinner at my place tonight. My treat."

- "I can pick the take out tonight?"- he said immediately and asked himself where did that come from if, a second earlier, all he wanted to do was to go to bed. Probably from the same place that kept coming back to the image of her in sweat shorts.

- "Even better. I'll cook"- (Y/N) answered and winked, playfully- "You deserve a proper homemade dinner after all the workout you did this morning."

Spencer looked at her and didn't even notice the silly smile on his face. If he had known how in love he was looking, he would have probably slapped himself. (Y/N) sighed and stood up.

- "I'm gonna take that silence as a "Great (Y/N)! Thank you! How considered! I'm so lucky to have you in my life".

Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head.

- "Thank you, (Y/N). But I'll give you more praise if your food turns out to be eatable"- the young agent gasped, pretending to be insulted by his words, and hit Reid's arm with her knuckles.

- "Auch! (Y/N)!"

- "I'm being nice, and you are insulting me! I'm having second thoughts about driving you over!"

- "I can take the subway! You are such a slow driver I can actually be there faster."

Spencer stuck out his tongue at her and ran to the elevator, 'cos his friend widened her eyes and ran after him, probably to hit him again.

Morgan and Prentiss stared at the scene in silence, sharing a few looks, both of them thinking the exact same thing: "When are these two goofs ever going to hook up?"

- "They are annoying"- Rossi stood next to Emily's desk and crossed his arms on his chest.

- "They are in love"- she corrected, but David shook his head and sighed.

- "I know, and they are adorable, but it's so annoying staring at the same scene over and over again, waiting for something, anything, to happen between them."

- "Are you turning into a bitter old man who completely forgot about the charm of being young and in love?"- Prentiss raised an eyebrow and turned to Rossi. The Italian stared right into her eyes and shook his head.

- "I'm just saying someone should try to tell them something."

- "I've tried to talk to him about her a million times. But Reid is one private kid."- Derek said from his desk as the three of them stared at Spencer and (Y/N) getting into the elevator, still arguing and playfully playing.

- "And he is so insecure. He doesn't think she likes him."

- "Likes him? She is clearly in love with him!"- Prentiss said, annoyed- "I swear, if nothing happens between them this weekend, I'm going to intervene."

- "Now who is forgetting about the charm of being young and in love?"- Rossi joked and sighed- "Come on guys, dinner's on me."

--

(Y/N)' s dinner was a success. Spencer ate two portions of honey mustard-glazed chicken bake. She even managed to make him eat vegetables. And Spencer didn't even argue. Not only because it was delicious, and his body really needed some homemade dinner. But also 'cos (Y/N) got him wrapped around her fingers, even without knowing it. And if she asked him to eat veggies, Spencer (no matter how much he would argue) would eat his damn veggies. And he could actually enjoy them.

- "Ok, chipmunk, you ate all your food. You earned your dessert"- (Y/N) smiled and picked the dirty dishes from the table.

- "Let me do that. You already fed me. The least I can do is do the dishes."

Spencer followed her moves and took the dishes to the sink. (Y/N) didn't argue with that. It wasn't the first time Spencer cleaned the kitchen with her, after all. They had been good friends, close friends, for a long time, and they were used to being around each other.

But this time, it felt somehow different. Like there was something in the air warning them things were about to change for good.

- "Ok, doc. Do you wanna eat your dessert watching tv for a while?"- (Y/N) handed Spencer an ice cream bowl with chocolate chips on top and some whipped cream.

- "A smiley ice cream bowl?"- Spencer chuckled as he stared at it. He loved it.

- "Yes, you are never too old to eat food with a smile on it. And that's a life lesson, Spencer Walter Reid."- she said and walked to the couch, holding the remote control.

- "You are filled with wisdom, (Y/N)"- Reid teased her and sat by her side.

- "I know. It would help if you let me train you. You would pass your fit test in a blink."- she said and continued surfing channels.

- "Thanks, but no thanks. I wanna do it on my own."- Spencer glued his eyes on the screen and ate his dessert. (Y/N) just nodded and continued surfing channels.

- "Why?"- she asked him after a few minutes. They had been watching an old movie in silence, just eating their ice cream.

- "Why what?"- he whispered and looked at her just for a second. He didn't trust himself around (Y/N), especially under those circumstances: alone in her house. She had changed into leggings and an old extra-large sweatshirt. Her hair was in a messy bun. And Spencer didn't feel able to look at her into the eyes, 'cos he was going to cave in. He was going to grab her face with both hands and kiss her right there. No questions asked.

Which is why he avoided looking at her.

- "Why don't you want me to help you train?"

- "Just because"- he answered and glued his eyes to the screen. But (Y/N) knew better. She moved closer to him on the couch and held his hands. Spencer shivered right away at the sensation of her skin. It was so warm and soft. All he craved was some more of that. He wanted to feel her. Touch her. Taste her.

His head was going way too fast, and just because she held his hand.

- "Spencer, look at me"- she whispered and practically begged her friend to pay her attention- "I just wanna help. It's just a stupid fit test. It ain't hard."

- "For you."- he mumbled and looked down at his hand as her fingers played against his skin.

- "I didn't want you or anyone to help me 'cos I'm a fucking SSA who should be perfectly able to perform a simple fit test on his own. But no. I can't! And do you know what that means?"

- "That finally I know there's one thing you are not good at?"- she answered and smiled at him. Spencer raised his eyes and met hers. He knew his cheeks were all shades of pink, but for once, he just didn't care. He just wanted to look at her and see if she meant it. Or if she was just teasing him.

- "Right"- he snorted and shook his head.

- "I mean it, Spencer. You don't have to be good at everything."

- "It's a fit test. It's basic to be an agent. I need to be able to catch an unsub."- (Y/N) frowned and tried to understand where all that self-doubt and insecurity was coming from. To her eyes, Spencer had nothing to be ashamed of. To her, he was perfect in every single way.

- "You already catch unsubs, chipmunk. Everyday. You don't have to kick down doors to make a profile. And you don't have to run six miles to get the bad guy. Everything that you do every day at work is what an SSA is supposed to do. And you excel at it."

(Y/N) sighed and smiled at her best friend, trying to push aside the urge she felt to kiss him. His golden-brown eyes looked so big, like honey pools, she could stare for a lifetime. Spencer didn't know what to say. He really wasn't good with praises. He wasn't used to them. Not in that way.

- "Besides"- (Y/N) added after a few seconds of silence when she realized she might have said too much and started panicking.

- "It feels good to finally know there is one thing I am better than you at."

- "What are you talking about?"- Spencer answered right away, in the sassiest tone of voice.- "Just because I suck working out doesn't mean you are better. Even at my lowest, I'm still better than whatever you can do in a gym."

Reid was obviously joking. He knew (Y/N) could kick ass. Not only had she saved his life many times on the field, but also, he had seen her working out. And she could definitely kick his ass if she wanted to.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease her just because.

- "You take that back, Reid!"- she threatened him and

- "No"- he sentenced and crossed his arms on his chest

- "Last chance. Take it back, or you will pay for it."

- "Make me."

And that was it.

In a second, (Y/N) was on him tickling him, and trying to practice a chokehold on him. But Spencer was faster, and somehow, stronger than her. Maybe it was because he was struggling with himself. A part of him wanted her closer, and a part of him didn't want her too close, 'cos he knew his pants were going to start feeling too tight if she did.

Whatever the reason was, after two minutes of wrestling, Spencer had (Y/N) pinned down against the couch. And the way she panted against the fabric of the cushion wasn't helping him with his pants.

- "Spencer, it hurts"- she cried and tried to move from his grip, but he didn't let her go.

- "If you want me to release you, you have to say I am the best agent in this house."

- "Never!"- (Y/N) quickly answered and continued struggling.

- "Just say it, I've got you held, and I'm not going to let you free until you say it."- something in his tone of voice, it was teasing but also... sexy? (Y/N) knew Spencer wasn't trying to act that way, but it was working for her in a way she hadn't imagined. He would be so soft. And now, there he was, acting like a dominant man, holding her tight, not letting her move, literally pinned against the couch.

If only it were all happening in a different context.

- "Let me go, Spencer Reid!"- (Y/N) battled against his arms, but it was useless

- "Just say it"- he leaned in and whispered in her ear, and (Y/N) sword she could almost feel his smile as he spoke.

- "You are the best agent!! There, happy?"- she mumbled, making her best to sound annoyed and not turned on. Spencer released her, and she quickly sat down properly, rubbing her left wrist.

- "Did I hurt you?"- Spencer whispered and noticed how flustered she was. That was a first.

- "No. But I gotta tell you, you are stronger than I thought."- she said and stuck out her tongue to him, trying to be playful and innocent, though you could feel it in the air. That moment was anything but innocent.

- "Yeah, I've been working out a little bit."- Spencer answered and chuckled at his own words.

- "Well, you are going to have to learn how to control your new strength, 'cos this is going to leave a bruise"- (Y/N) whined and showed him her sore wrist. Spencer winced, ashamed he had been so hard on her without meaning any harm. He moved closer to her and held her wrist carefully. (Y/N) just looked at him as he kissed her wrist a few times.

That man couldn't be real. He was such a tease.

Did he know all the things he was, in fact, doing to her with that simple touch?

He surely had to know. Otherwise, there was no explanation, she thought.

- "Thanks"- (Y/N) whispered and fixed her eyes on his lips, still landing small kisses on her wrist.

That was when she stopped breathing. Spencer was literally breathtaking. He smiled at her, and she just couldn't help it anymore. (Y/N) leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, short peck. But she had dared to do the unthinkable.

She kissed her best friend.

Spencer widened his eyes, shocked, and looked at her, not saying a word. They just stayed still for a good thirty seconds until Spencer finally made his move, cupping her jaw carefully with both hands and pulling her face against his.

The way she moaned into the kiss made him feel more in control than he had ever been before.

It was a soft kiss but intense. Spencer's lips rubbed carefully against her mouth, and his tongue moved carefully, making its way until he could taste her. (Y/N) moved closer to him until she was basically sitting on his lap, and his arms wrapped around her body, locking her against him.

They were in heaven.

Until it was over. Their phones buzzed at the same time, breaking the spell, ending the charm. (Y/N) jumped from Spencer's arms and grabbed her phone.

- "We've got a case"- she whispered and turned to him. He was agitated, his cheeks were red, his pants felt tight, and he was starving for more of those kisses.

- "Ok."- he replied but didn't move.

- "I'm gonna change, then we can go."- (Y/N) added, but he didn't say a word. To be fair, Spencer wasn't processing what was going on. He was still trying to elaborate a coherent thought. And most of all, he was fighting the boner in his pants that didn't let him stand up.

You could blame all the sugar in his body after the massive bowl of ice cream, or all the praising (Y/N) had given him, but Spencer found a new level of courage in that kiss. He decided it was time to stop overthinking it. It was time to act on his feelings.

- "(Y/N)"- Reid knocked on her bedroom door and heard her from the walking closet.

- "I'm almost ready. Did you talk with Garcia?"

- "No, but I don't wanna leave things like this. I wanted to talk about what just happened."

(Y/N) sighed and took a look at herself in the mirror. She could still feel her cheeks burning after that kiss, after feeling her best friend hard underneath her body, holding her against him. But she wasn't sure she wanted to hear what Reid was about to say. Most of all, because she was sure it was going to be something along the lines: "That kiss was a mistake, you are my friend. I don't wanna ruin this."

- "That kiss was..."- he mumbled and walked to her as soon as she showed up in the room, but words were hard to find when she looked at him that way.

- "Spencer, I..."- she tried to speak, but he just continued.

- "Would you like to..."

- "Pretend it didn't happen?"

- "Go out on a date with me?"- the two of them said at the same time and widened their eyes in shock.

- "What?"- (Y/N) questioned and stared at her best friend in shock- "You want to go out with me?"

- "You want to pretend it never happened?"- he asked her, scared he might have rushed to the wrong conclusions.

- "No, no, no, I don't... I can't pretend it didn't happen"- (Y/N) quickly answered and held Spencer's hand, afraid she might have ruined everything.

- "I was just scared you were going to reject me or..."- (Y/N) bt her lips and dared to look at him- "I wanna go out on a date with you"- she whispered and watched his whole face change as a big silly grin drawn on his lips.

- "Really?"- he murmured, still not sure it was actually happening. He asked her out. She said yes. He was sure that was never going to happen in real life.

- "Really"- she assured him and leaned in slowly to kiss him one more time. But her phone rang again, and so did his. This time it was a message from Hotch. Wheels up as soon as they reached the FBI.

- "But after we catch the bad guy."- (Y/N) added, and Spencer chuckled.

- "Sounds like a plan."

Spencer Reid’s taglist: 

@calm-and-doctor @all-tings-diego

Requested by @shilohpug​ 

[7fckingidiots]

I have never played Obey Me... but due to my friends obsession over it it made me obsessed over it and it has lead me to your works.xD if I can make a request for everyone (or those of your choice) How would they react to MC being all sweet and motherly/big sister like to Luke?

HELL YEAH I ADORE LUKE HES MY SON!!!! LITTLE BOY!!! Also I used gn pronouns for MC! hope you don’t mind!

Brothers React To MC Being Parental To Luke

Lucifer

acts like he doesn’t care, but he cares A LOT

part of him is happy to see the exchange program going so well! the other part is...slightly jealous

he doesn’t want to be treated like a child but the way you speak to luke is so soft and he wants that

i am begging y’all pls...treat him softly

that being said he loves seeing the two of you hangout together! you look like a little family together

he thinks about how he can’t wait to have kids with you

and then panics because HE WANTS TO HAVE KIDS??? WITH YOU??????

Mammon

whines like he isn’t a GROWN MAN and he’s gonna die if you don’t give him your undivided attention

he will not, please continue baking with luke

manages to sneak his way into baking with the two of you and only complains once because after the first time he does it you give him a stare that would petrify lucifer

thinks it’s actually very sweet of you to be so doting on him but will NOT ever say that outloud

his heart fully melts for you two when he walks into your room and sees you and luke asleep together

he tucks you both in and leaves with the idea that maybe luke isn’t so bad

Levi

oh god...he’s not the biggest fan of kids

especially kids that take up his time with you

he needs reassurance that you aren’t gonna leave him but also won’t keep you from doting on luke

though he may sneak in while you two are baking and just sit there! it makes him feel less lonely and he also trusts you two

if luke wants to play video games he’s definitely gonna have TONS of options to choose from! they’re all PG-13 because it’s what you insist on

will compare your relationship to this one manga he read about and go off on a complete tangent until luke passes out next to you

you both tuck him into levi’s bed and continue playing video games together all while levi begins to think maybe kids aren’t terrible

Satan

finds it very cute and makes sure to comment on how luke is seemingly always stuck to your side just to tease him

he’ll lessen his teasing of the boy the more you two hangout together but he’ll give a regular backhanded comment here or there...jackass

his heart softens whenever you come into his room to read to luke and if you ask him and if luke uses his puppy eyes he’ll even read for you

if you two fall asleep on the couch with him he’ll make sure to wrap a blanket around you both and read there until he falls asleep as well

big softie and won’t admit it ever but luke definitely knows it and trusts him! or as much as luke trusts demons

Asmo

CRIES......you guys are a little family now sorry luke

he posts pictures of you guys on devilgram all the time gushing over how adorable you are

he really loves the soft tone you use with luke and will ask you to use it on him too and when you do he just...heart eyes and proposes to you on the spot

will buy luke his own little skin care routine so you all can do it together!

movie nights were luke is snuggled between you two definitely happen and it’s the only time asmo considers skipping his skin care routine

hears luke call you mom/dad one day and immediately!!!! he wants to be called dad!!! please help luke escape

Beel

the only brother that luke is on relatively good terms with at the start so luke is happiest to hang out with him

will DEFINITELY be in the kitchen when you two are cooking! he’s there to make sure nothing is poisoned obviously! he wouldn’t steal food you two were cooking!! never!

likes lifting the two of you up and waking around the house with you two and also likes using you two as his weights

if he sees you two carrying your books together walking down the halls he’s going over to carry both your books you Cannot stop him

he really loves the two of you together and the moment he sees you tuck luke into bed and kiss his forehead is the moment he decides he would do anything for you two

Belphie

LUKE HATES HIM HE LITERALLY HATES HIM SO MUCH YIKES

you swear you’ve heard luke growl at him before...how in the hell-

it’s fine because belphie also hates luke...rude ass

he doesn’t understand why you want to spend time with some kid when the two of you could just go take a nap together

just, keep them apart from each other

he does feel his chest get tight with adoration when he sees you two together and he thinks it sweet of you to have so much patience with the boy

belphie won’t go out of his way for luke but seeing how much you like him has softened his heart a bit and when he sees you two sleeping together he makes sure to tuck his pillow underneath your heads

Bonus! Luke

he loves you so much! you and simeon are literally his favorite people(and barb but he can’t come to terms with the fact he sees a demon as a friend)

whenever he bakes something? he shows it to you first! when he aces a test? shows it to you! has a good day? tells you all about it!

will hold your hand in the hallways when you two walk together! so no demons touch you of course! he’s actually just very small and afraid of getting lost hold him

hug him!!! kiss his forehead! tell him he’s doing a good job! it means the absolute world to him that you think so highly of him

highkey pouts that he can’t switch you out for solomon

if you buy him a plush toy he sleeps with it every night and keeps it in top condition! satan was nice enough to help him enchant it so it wouldn’t tear(he didn’t trust solomon not to ruin it)

calls you familial names all the time he can’t STOP and he gets so embarrassed when he realizes what he’s done

just reassure him you love him and he’ll stop being so embarrassed :)

let me adopt him SWD....let me have a son

[svtkillua]

milk and tea > 1

rating: [pg-13 / angst] genre: soulmate au pairing: todoroki shouto x reader warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst! word count: 5k

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Some people related gold to beauty, to the shade of the sun when it reflected off of water in the summer. They associated the colour with the way the wind blew the warm toned leaves off of trees in the fall, pictured sunlight peeking through scattered blooming branches in the spring. Gold was the tone of wealth and wonder, a shade so beautiful that it was coveted as royalty, as otherworldly in design. It was the shade that flickered in the middle of a fire, it emitted the feeling of whimsy, of something bigger than it appeared. For you however it made your heart sink, the colour that filled your gut with dread and turned your blood to an icy sludge. You’d liked it at one point, had admired the way the tone shined in a straight line from the base of your palm straight up to the tip of your middle finger. But now it made you feel alone, hollow, like a constant shimmering reminder of the life you were meant to live, completely by yourself.  

A reminder that while the rest of the world had a soulmate, you had no one. 

It was funny how something you’d loved about yourself when you were younger had become the glaring marker of things you disliked now. The golden slash on your palm had been something you showed off to friends, comparing soul marks with the other kids on the playground, giggling about the possibilities of who you could match with. You used to all day dream about it, if one of you would pair up with the prince or princess of a country, if one of you would marry a celebrity and become a famous duo. The magic around it hadn’t begun to fade until your friends all got paired off one by one, birthdays starting to fill you with pain rather than the giddiness of a child. Looking at your palm was like staring at a ticking clock, one counting down to the moment everything you feared became the truth, the moment your twenty second birthday started and any chances of finding your soulmate were gone. 

Soulmate marks didn’t do much, almost serving like a tattoo you couldn’t get removed or cover with makeup, the skin varying in pigments and shapes from person to person. You didn’t taste what the other tasted, didn’t feel what they felt or know what they were thinking, you just saw them, matched their mark, and knew. Everyone spoke about feeling like they’d been hit by a tidal wave of emotions the first time they saw their other half, like the world stop spinning and all the things that didn’t make sense before suddenly had answers. You didn’t know how it felt, to meet your soulmate for the first time, to see them and feel that gush of emotions everyone spoke about so vividly it made you desperate to find it. You thought you had once, imagined for a few seconds that the way your heart started pounding and throat caved in that you had found him, the person made for you. 

He was beautiful, his duo-coloured locks a complete mess as the wind blew straight through the sweater you’d tossed on that morning. He’d spilled his coffee all over you as you both dashed through the park to get to opposite trains, his eyes wide when you looked up into them, lips parted and ready to spew out agitated jabs, but they’d never came. You thought you’d found it, tasted the possibilities of where things could go next, pictured yourself tracing your fingers over his pale skin as he stared right back at you and the noise of the park fell silent. You let yourself imagine a future with him, one where you’d finally get to be the friend that told everyone you’d found your person, your soulmate, the one who made your lungs give out and pulse pound so hard it bruised and broke apart your rib cage.

But then you saw his palm, his mark not golden but navy blue, the shade just slightly darker than that of a bundle of blueberries. His mark was not one line but one with multiple added on the sides like a tree spreading it’s branches out to each finger tip. It was it the same place as yours, the same straight edges. It was similar to yours, yes, but not the same. 

He was meant for someone, just not for you. 

Looking at him now you could still picture him from three years ago, could still feel the way your heart sped up just staring at him sleeping on your bed like it’d done the day he poured coffee all over your front. He wasn’t meant for you and yet your soul still breathed for him, he wasn’t designed to occupy your thoughts and despite that he was all you ever dreamed about. He was the thing that kept you up at night and greeted you when you fell asleep, the person that gave you even the smallest taste of what it could feel like to be someone’s something, even if all of it was only in your head. 

Shouto Todoroki. 

His hair was draped across his forehead as he mumbled into the pillow bunched up beneath his temple, lips apart as a breathy sigh fell from them while his knuckles bent, fingers digging into the duvet. The moonlight shining brightly outside casted through the windows and onto the planes of his face, accentuating the way his chest rose and fell like the weight of the world was, for once, not on his shoulders, the gentle pitter patter of rain meeting your eardrums and melting into the somber sensation in your veins. It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t yours. It was cruel that you got to be so close to him but didn’t get to love him freely, that your birthdays ticked by year after year with no soulmate in sight when someone so perfect was close but off limits. 

You had to meet them before you turned twenty two, that was the rule with soulmates, the reality not many had to face. If you didn’t meet your someone by then, you didn’t have one. It didn’t happen often, the cases of it far and few between, but still prevalent enough for facilities to offer counselling for people like you. People who were meant to be alone, people destined to spend forever without someone there next to them in the mornings when they drank their cup of coffee. People made for no one but themselves, left to wonder what exactly they were worth if they weren’t worth the universe giving them someone to love. 

Todoroki had come over because he knew that even if you kept insisting you were fine you weren’t, that the minutes ticking by that day weren’t like the normal ones because they were the last ones you could spend with an ounce of hope left. It seemed almost fitting, that you’d be alone when the clock struck twelve, that the sky would have opened up and started pouring buckets just a few minutes before your birthday officially began. Your time was about to be up, the digital clock on the bedside table glaring a bright red 23:57 at you when you took another glance at Todoroki, whose arm had sprawled out and now hung slightly off the too large mattress. 

You two had gotten lunch that day he crashed into you, neither of you mentioning the solid minute of silence that had passed after you laid eyes on each other in the park, pretending that neither of your chests had deflated when you looked at the other’s palms and weren’t met with the mirror of their own. He’d insisted on paying you back for the sweater and after some convincing you let him, that apology lunch turning into another, and another, until eventually you found yourself calling each other at two am to talk about how confusing life seemed to be. You felt connected to him, attached almost from the second you first heard him speak, like your heart had decided it belonged to Todoroki even though it wasn’t supposed to be. He’d become your constant over the past three years, your best friend and the only person who ever filled your day dreams, the one who was proving to be your ‘almost’. 

You two spent all your time together, it was almost like you wanted to make yourself hurt, like you adored to make believe the two of you could have a happily ever after when it wasn’t ever going to happen. For a while you’d grown selfish, thinking that maybe neither of you had a soulmate and in turn you could become each other’s, pretending that the stares you’d catch him sending your way meant more than the friendly half smiles that followed. You’d wondered if maybe he was silently wishing for it too, hoping that the universe had made a mistake and not made your marks match. That perhaps you’d end up together after everything was said and done and the pain of thinking you’d end up alone would have been worth it, because you would have had him. 

And then he’d met her. 

His soulmate. 

Your eyes fell shut at the thought of her, body shifting back towards the large-paned windows of your apartment as the rain splattered against them, oxygen leaving you in shaky puffs of held in emotions. You never liked to think about her, didn’t want to focus on the girl that was allowed to love Todoroki in ways that you weren’t. You couldn’t hold his hand, couldn’t touch him in public past pats on the arm or brushes when you passed each other in a crowded hall. You didn’t get to hold him at night or whisper quiet ‘I love you’s’ that made his thin lips spread into dazzling lazy grins. You didn’t get to love him and she did, and you hated how angry you were at the girl when you’d never even spoken to her, despised that you weren’t happy for your best friend like you were supposed to be. Just because you were meant to be alone didn’t mean he had to be, and yet in the bottom of your heart it didn’t feel right, like you’d spent so long convincing yourself maybe you could have each other that reality was a pill too tough to swallow. 

Momo Yaoyorozu was stunning. The midnight black hair that cascaded over her shoulders when she walked, a delicate smile that looked like that of a doll’s, a pleasant voice that flowed like a feather in the breeze. She was beautiful, and from the few bits Todoroki had told you about her, she was incredibly kind and smart, finishing up a degree in teaching so she could work at her own preschool someday. Her family was wealthy, about as wealthy as Todoroki’s was, and it was almost laughable that he’d end up being meant for someone so cookie cutter perfect for his parent’s standard.

Todoroki and his family hadn’t always harboured the best relationship, the family focused more on how things looked than how they felt, caring more about Todoroki’s potential future and life than his now or his heart. Maybe they had good intentions, deep down, just wanting their son to live a safe life, one with stability and comfort rather than hard work, freedom and passion. They wanted him to go to college and he decided not to. They pressured him to become a hero like his father. They pushed and he pulled back, a constant cycle of a someone trying to grow but being shoved back to the ground, like a flower in a garden trapped under a rock. 

You were someone they’d never cared for, not since the first time the pair of you bumped into them at the store during your lunch breaks from work. His father had shook your hand with a smile that turned stiff after a once over, your ears picking up on his mother’s not so subtle ‘you should stay away from her, people will get the wrong idea‘ as you excused yourself to finish shopping. Todoroki hadn’t listened, clearly, filling his afternoons and evenings with you most days, the pair of you near attached at the hip.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

His voice made you jump, eyes peeling open but body not turning as his fingertips skimmed the edges of your elbows, tone raspy from the sleep still thick in his throat. It made your stomach twist, feeling the heat of his body so close, his thin white shirt doing little to prevent it from radiating out of his chest. He was always hot, like the sun that kissed his skin was living inside his body, pouring out warmth and life that made you revolve around him like he was the center of your universe. 

“Why would I have woken you up?” 

“Because it’s your birthday.” 

Your head turned slightly at that, eyes focusing on the digital clock now blaring a bright red 00:04 that reflected off the glass topped table while you shrugged. He was staring at you, you could feel the way his eyes followed yours when you turned to look back out the window, focusing on the beads of water rolling down the damp panes rather than how delicate his touch was as his palms encased your folded forearms. You wanted to melt into him, wanted to fall back into his chest and savour the feeling of him so close to you while you could. You were silently desperate to pretend that he was your soulmate, that when you woke up in the morning he’d still be there in the bed next to you and not back at his house with her. 

“Happy Birthday.” He was being quiet, like if he spoke too loud you would crumble to pieces, his arms inviting themselves to snake around your waist and pull your back into his chest when you hesitated to do so yourself. His hair was tickling your cheek as his chin dipped down to rest on your shoulder, your lashes fluttering as your lids clamped shut and lungs deflated, memorising the way his heartbeat faintly pounded against your flush skin. It felt like a gentle melody, like a soothing thumping that reminded you he was real and not just a perfect mirage in your head. 

It was intoxicating, being in his arms, feeling the heat from his skin spreading through his shirt and into you, aware of his breathes as they barely skimmed the side of your cheek and neck. You wondered if he could tell how rapidly your pulse was pounding, if he knew that even when the world felt dark he was like the lone candle still flickering on, refusing to go out and plunge you into an abyss. You questioned if he knew just how much he meant to you; if he knew just how completely in love with him you were when you’d never uttered a single word about it. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled, hands raising to just barely skim his knuckles before you were pulling from his grasp, taking a few steps away from the window to sit down on the edge of your bed. You looked at him finally, focusing on the way his chest rose and fell while he followed you over to the mattress, his body sinking down beside yours and making the bed dip, your thigh scooting flush into his from the gravity. “I don’t know if I’d exactly call it happy though.” 

“I know.” He sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, hands resting on his lower stomach as his shirt bunched slightly. You looked down at him, admiring the way his hair fell off his forehead still messy from sleep as it fanned just barely around his ears, watching his jaw clench and relax as his mind worked languidly, taking yet another note of the scar that donned his left eye. The rain was creating odd shapes on his front, like moving shadows that couldn’t sit still, creating darkness on his light in its stagnant state, his body a canvas for the night sky to paint upon. 

He didn’t like to try and comfort you with words, usually, never forced out vague reminders that everything would be okay even if you didn’t have a soulmate. He knew that you loathed it, that the pity filled glances of people watching you grow to be alone made your skin crawl with frustration. Todoroki never babied you, never forced out whispers that he knew how you felt when in reality he never could. He still was there for you though, still calmed the waves of self doubt that churned in your gut with gentle brushes of his palms on your arms, silenced the screams in your head with his light laughter and fingers lingering on your hand longer than necessary. He’d been with you a lot more than usual lately, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your impending expiration date or if he simply didn’t feel comfortable yet sharing a place with Momo. 

They’d just moved in together a few weeks ago, the next natural progression in the relationship given his parents pushing for Todoroki to not hesitate so much with things. Momo and Todoroki had barely known each other for a few weeks before their families were urging them to move faster, to be thinking about marriage rather than getting to know the little intricacies about each other. The entire world was watching, waiting to make sure they followed the rules, that they weren’t fighting against something that was required by law to follow. He had pushed back against it for a while, wanting to take his time, to get to know the girl he was supposed to be with, but also had a hard time ignoring the pressure dumped on his shoulders. The place was nice at least, you’d seen it before they got their furniture moved in, let yourself imagine a world where the quaint home was for the two of you and not him and another girl.

It was hard to think about, Todoroki being with Momo, his lips touching her lips and his hands touching her palms. It made you want to vomit, imagining them together, to picture the closeness the two of you shared then mimicked between them, only more intimate, between lovers rather than friends. It stung to picture him bending down on one knee to ask her to marry him someday, burned a whole in your chest to envision him on his wedding day and you not be the one walking down the aisle to greet him. Sometimes you wanted to run away, to leave and move to a different city just so you wouldn’t have to be here when those moments happened, just so you could avoid the inevitable all ending heartbreak that was growing closer by the minute. 

His palm encased your knee fleetingly, drawing your attention away from the shadows dancing across his stomach, focusing on his eyes as his lips spread into a gentle smile. He looked incredibly handsome, perfect skin seeming to glow even in the dim cool toned lighting, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he blinked, weight being pushed up onto his elbows as he nodded once past you. You hesitated to look away, wanting to stare at him a while longer, wanting to memorise the way his lazy grin made your heart feel, wanting to follow how his eyes darted across your features like a painting only he had realised was a masterpiece. 

“Open your present.” 

His fingers left your knee to instead tap your elbow as your head turned, Todoroki sitting up beside you as your vision landed on a white box resting on your bedside table. You hadn’t noticed it before, the bow on top a pale grey that blended in with the pale light, fingers clasping around the box as you moved it onto your lap, peering down at it. It seemed dangerous, like the small container was actually a bomb in disguise, like it was nothing but false hope for the dreams inside your head when he did things like this. He always got you birthday gifts, always remembered to call and make sure you got home okay after a night apart, always texted you to check in when he went out of town or was too busy to see you. It was like he was unintentionally stoking the fire that burned for him in your gut, like he almost wanted you to stay so attached to him, so desperate to be next to him that you thrived off the morsels affection he’d pass your way. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“Shut up and open it.” 

He laughed faintly when you rolled your eyes, your lips parting at the delicate necklace that laid inside the box. It wasn’t anything fancy or grand, a simple silver chain with a small moonstone pendant dangling from the centre, but it made your chest sear like it had been scorched. It felt like he’d grabbed hold of your lungs and squeezed with all his might until no air was left within them, like he took a needle and was sewing his own initials into your heart. You could tell he was staring at you, could feel his eyes burning holes into your cheek as your fingers traced over the delicate gem, pulling it from it’s confines and up further into the light, watching the way it glinted as it swayed. 

“Wow.” Your speech came out breathy, like it was a part of your natural breathing, eyes drifting from the chain pinched in your fingers to Todoroki, who was smiling like he’d never felt more relaxed in his entire life. “You shouldn’t have, Shouto.” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Of course I like it.” You looked at him when his hands encased your own, focus drifting over his features as he took the necklace and reached around your neck. It made your heart pound, feeling his thumbs skimming the sides of your throat, being so close to his lips that you could have leaned in and tasted them. “People just might get the wrong idea if they found out you bought it for me” 

“I don’t care.” He shrugged, smiling faintly at you when his fingers brushed the back of your neck, fiddling with the clasp until he moved his palms down to rest on his lap, the pendant landing just between your collarbones. You instinctively reached up and touched the surface of it, eyes flickering up into Todoroki’s as he watched you closely, like you were under a microscope. It made your lungs shrink in your chest, made your brain seem to malfunction as his calloused fingertips brushed along your knuckles, gentle as a breeze in the summer. 

The silence that fell was comfortable as you glanced down at your fingers, his own weaving through yours before your palms moulded together, the soul marks that were mismatched flush against each other. Your eyes followed his thumb as it moved back and forth over yours, tingles shooting up from your wrist to the top of your elbow, like fireworks were going off in your nerves simply from being so close to him. His free hand rose from its place beside your connected fingers and landed on your cheek, your gaze shifting up as he tucked your hair behind your ear, watching how his lips parted as a heavy exhale exited his body. You wondered what he was thinking, questioned if he could feel you swallow harshly when his touch skimmed over your jawline and made its way slowly along the side of your throat. You wondered if the small proximity between the two of you did the same thing to him as it did to yourself, if his heart was screaming for him to fall into you just like your own was begging him to do. 

“Thank you.” His lips tugged slightly into a smile when you spoke, head bobbing in a nod and causing a few of his long strands of hair to fall further onto his forehead. You wished you had his camera there now so you could capture how stunning he looked, hoping he had at least some idea of how breathtaking he could be while he focused on the beauty the rest of the world held. 

“You’re welcome.” He hummed, fingers caressing the necklace that hung from your neck, knuckles brushing your bare skin in the process. His gray and blue eyes only danced away from your own for a moment, thumb never once stopping its movements along your own as he reconnected your gazes with a blink of his eyes, grip on you tightening. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“I meant for staying.” Your voice was just above a whisper, scared of disturbing him or making him move away, like if you spoke too loudly he’d realise how little space there was between you. You didn’t want him to move away, didn’t want to feel a centimeter further from him ever again, not even for a second. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” 

Being so close to him felt like you were in front of the sun even with the rain drizzling just out the window, like you were being baked by the heat and letting the worries melt off your skin. Todoroki was dangerous, because he was so incredibly perfect to you, even in his flaws. From the way he ignored everyone when he was trying to do paperwork to his the gentle humming he did when he fell asleep on the sofa that jolted in volume from his odd snores, you adored every single thing you’d ever found out about him. He was like a walking day dream you’d never get to really feel, like a perfect ice cream cone on the hottest day you’d never get to taste. He was everything you wanted and couldn’t touch, the man you desired who belonged to someone else. 

The man who was made for another woman. 

The man you loved to the very core of you, with every single cell in your body. 

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket was what pulled you apart, the quiet vibration drawing his eyes away before your own, hands fumbling with the object as his grip on you vanished. You knew it was her when he moved to stand and look out the window, voice quiet but loud enough for you to pick up a few words. Momo probably wanted to know when he’d be home, with how late it was, not to mention he got off work hours ago. You couldn’t blame her, even if you hated the thought of him leaving, even if you loathed the times like now where the bit of daydreaming you allowed yourself got ripped away. It was like reality came to smack you back into place, like it wasn’t cruel enough to let you stay happy with Todoroki too long, because the ending was one you knew and kept ignoring nonetheless. 

He sighed when he hung up, shoving the phone back in his pocket as he stared past the glass at the dreary world down below, your body rising from the bed to stretch, ignoring the ache in your soul knowing that he had to leave, knowing that you’d be alone here and he’d be at home with her. He turned to look at you with his lips pressed into a thin line, your vision barely able to make out his features with his body blocking the light as he bent over to grab his jacket off a chair. You wondered if he meant what he said before, if he really would rather be there with you than anywhere else. You questioned if he meant it with the entirety of his heart attached like the sentiment would mean from you, or if it was empty words from a friend trying to patch up holes in your already sinking ship. 

“I gotta get going.” 

He didn’t say why and you didn’t ask, because you already knew, and you imagined perhaps he wasn’t saying why because he knew how much it hurt you. You wondered if he had any idea how in love with him you were, if he hesitated when he kissed your forehead on the way out because he was aware of how desperately you wanted to feel closer to him. You questioned if he paused when he went out the door to turn and promise to call you tomorrow because he could see how lonely you already felt without him inside, if he waved from the street below up to you in the window because he knew how sickeningly much you wished he was going to be in bed with you when you woke up. But he didn’t stay, he couldn’t stay, because he wasn’t supposed to be with you in the first place. 

He was supposed to be with her. 

And when you looked down at the shimmering gold on your palm, the straight line that caught the small bits of light refracting through the glass panes of the window, it made your throat tighten, eyes feeling as wet as the raindrops dripping from the sky. Because it was a reminder that while he was driving off to be with her, with his soulmate, you were here. It was a reminder that he got to be with someone, got to love someone fully, that the rest of the world got to have someone who cherished them and held them and longed for them with every cell in their body. Because it was a reminder that he was meant to be for her and never would he belong to you. Because it was a glaring reminder that you had only been meant for one thing. 

To be alone.

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[next chapter]

[knjsnoona]

So When You Gonna Tell Him

Summary: Tae’s musings about you.

Genre: angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: brief mentions of sex

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: This is something that came to me and I just needed to write it!~ I’ve never written in first person before so I’m soooo sorry if it sucks!!! This is also for @btscreatorscorner ‘s Summer Games Event~

ALSO SHOUT OUT TO JEANIE [ @eatjeanjin​ ] AND RID [ @taegularities​ ] FOR BETA READING! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! RHDHEEHOG

When are you going to tell him?

Is all I can think whenever I see you with him. Sitting in the same spot, where we once shared our picnics. Feeding him the same homemade brownies you’d always make me. Giving him the smile you’d once only reserved for me. All the joy reflected in your beautiful eyes. As if it was something I could never find anywhere else but with you. 

Does he get to see all the things you shared with me? All the sides of you, you always claimed to be too afraid to show the world? Does he get to know you like I did? Telling him the stories of your youth and your struggles you’d stay up telling me on sleepless nights? Is it his shirt that now absorbs each of your tears when you’re upset? 

I can’t help myself. I have to walk past you, hood pulled up to hide my face. I need to hear your voice, to hear the words you now gift him. Does he know I told you that joke, that now has him almost choking on his drink? Have you told him about others? All the jokes I ever told you? I bet he doesn’t. 

I bet he doesn’t know I’m the one who taught you who Billy Joel was. He seemed so excited when I passed you in the music shop. You amazed him with all of your knowledge of his songs and your insight into his lyrics. He almost creamed himself over each word that came out of your mouth. I disliked him, but had never seen myself mirrored in him before until then.

Does he find it endearing when you exchange clothes? With you laughing at how small your jacket looks on him like you did with me. Does his heart melt the way mine did, seeing you swallowed in his clothes? Completely enamored with your sweaters paws as you wave them around telling him to stop teasing you.

Has he memorized all the patterns and textures of your skin? Do his hands feel like mine as they run along your skin, exchanging electrifying heat everywhere they touch? Does he get to hear your quiet whimpers, hidden behind a bitten lip too afraid to make a sound? Embarrassed by the wanton noises that escape you? Does he get to look into the universe hidden behind your eyes as he makes love to you? Did you teach him that spot, the one that I found, that always had you mewling for more? Do you tease him with your innocent looks and touches like you did me? Do you touch him how I taught you? Or does he show you like I once did? 

When are you going to tell him?

Of the poor fool named Kim Taehyung? The love sick idiot who thought the world began and ended with you? The man who found all the answers to the universe behind your twinkling eyes. A fool who claimed a small patch beneath an even smaller tree to have picnics. A tree you both decided to adopt and take care of. The tree that was witness to your blossoming adoration and shared meals. 

Poor stupid Kim Taehyung, laughing and making jokes just to hear your musical laugh. The laugh he believed he’d hear for the rest of his life. A life he pictured sharing with you, in a home he’d buy just for you, the house of your dreams. A silly dream of home cooked meals, halls filled with joy and laughter, and the sound of children playing. 

I feel bad for that dope, Taehyung, who spent countless nights swaying to Billy Joel with you in his arms. Soothing away your tears, singing softly in your ear. Holding you as if he could protect you from all your fears. Whispers of his love and adoration slipping between the verse and chorus. 

The idiot who thought he’d be the last to have you. The last to touch… caress… kiss you. He really thought he’d be the only one to hear the music that left your lips in the throes of passion. That those eyes full of lust and passion were reserved only for him. That those lips of yours could only form his name as you clung on in your release. The idiot really believed the two of you were one being when joined together, twin souls… two halves of one. 

When are you going to tell him?

That the poor fool Kim Taehyung was me. That I loved you more than anyone before you. I loved you the way one breathed air to continue living. I had shared dreams of making you my wife, ones that you shared. That I wore my heart on my sleeve for you, the one that you ripped and took with you on that fateful day. 

My heart that you wear now, like a trophy. Are you proud to have reduced me into such a pitiful man? A man with an unfillable hole in his chest? An empty void that could only spew misery and envy. 

I was the fool that ignored all the signs and whispers. I was the idiot that proudly wore his rose colored glasses, disregarding warnings of being just another one for your jar of hearts. Eyes shut to possible truths, afraid of just being your type.

I wonder if you get pleasure from reliving the same love, passion and inevitable heartbreak. Do you enjoy this game of deja vu? Or was I the only real fool? The only one who never knew the kind of agonizing pain you’d leave in your tracks as you walked away? The poor wretch that spent his nights spilling tears for you. Pleading words sobbed into the pillow you once used, begging you to come back. Feeling his heart get ripped out every time the night sky made its appearance, the silence filling his dark room with memories of you. 

So when are you going to tell him?

Of the man whose life you destroyed. 

When are you going to tell him?

About Kim Taehyung.

When are you going to tell him?

About me.