#i wanna wrap him in a blanket like people do with kittens

[umilily]

himeru.

#lily talks #sorry i'm still going through it #rotating the guy ever in my head #i wanna wrap him in a blanket like people do with kittens #turn him into a burrito #into the microwave he goes #i just #aaaaaaah #bdvhbaerljbvaliblievb #i was just watching the event preview again and he just looks so small in the background in rinnes card #like #a tiny creature #i wanna pat his head #so scared of the potetial horrors (tm) that could occur soon #like don't get me wrong #i want to see him put through the horrors #man deserves a good ol breakdown #but also #please let my boy rest #just nice things please #...please? #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

it's okay, you're okay

A/N: this is a really old fic, literally the very first thing I ever wrote, so don't judge it. it was originally posted back on the 21 of February 2022. at first, I didn't really want to repost it since it was very clearly the first thing I ever wrote, but since it had become a lot of people's comfort fic, I decided to re-edit it and post it again.

Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, hurt/comfort, meltdown, crying, going nonverbal, sign language

Word count: 1217

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You just needed to get home. That’s all you needed to focus on. One thing at a time. One step at a time. Just keep moving, don’t want to have your body freeze up in the middle of the city, that would be extremely impractical.

Focusing your vision on the ground, soon you were there at the door to your and Spencer’s place. One step at a time, slowly but surely, up the familiar stairs you trekked. The noise from the streets below had now been muffled and almost completely silenced, making your heartbeat that much more deafening in your ears. You were so close, almost home, at your safe place, and that finally made your body start to understand and let go. 

It took some time to unlock the dark wooden door because of just how badly your hands were shaking at this point. And as soon as it creaked open and you stumbled over the threshold, it took but a second before you’d leaned all your weight against the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your breath.

In, out, in, out, in-

“Hey Y/n, I didn’t hear you come home.”

Cracking your eyes open just a peep, you spotted your boyfriend walking into the living room. His warm smile quickly melted away and morphed into a worried frown as he saw the state you were in.

And with that, you let go of the last ounce of control and burst into tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

Rushing towards you, he reached out but didn’t quit touching you.

“What happened?” 

Your eyes were unfocused and darting around the room. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, not even a squeak. Flexing both hands a moment, testing that that ability hadn’t slipped out of your fingers yet, you lifted your hands and started to sign ‘speaking’ and ‘hard’ to the alarmed man in front of you.

“Okay, that’s okay, baby. I’m right here,” he comforted, lowering his head slightly to be at your level, “how about we get your coat off and then go sit on the couch?”

Nodding, but not moving to remove your outerwear, Spencer slowly reached out and pealed it off for you, then kneeled down to give you a hand with your boots. Reaching out, settling yourself on his shoulder, he looked up at you and your eyes took in every part of his face. Every little twitch of an eyebrow or the worry lines that just didn’t wanna disappear. 

As he rose up again, you were still holding on to his body for support. “Y/n, can I touch you?” he asked, hands out ready, “I know that’s not always what you want when this happens, but can I?”

Sniffling, you nodded, and he wrapped his long arms around you, aiding you towards the brown leather couch in the middle of the room.

Sitting down, still clutching onto Spencer’s shirt like a kitten, he asked, “are your hands cold too?” and shakily you reached one out for him to inspect. With a sharp intake of air, he said, “oof, wow. If you wanted blue nails so bad you could have just told me, I’d have helped you paint them,” he tried to joke, “do you want me to go get some gloves? Try and keep them warm?”

Not wanting him to leave, you shook your head.

Feeling him suddenly move a bit under you only caused you to clutch on even tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry, just grabbing a blanket,” he said as you felt the aforementioned woollen blanket wrap around your shoulders.

Looking deeply into your eyes, he tried, “is there anything I can do? Anything you need? Anything that could help you right now?”

As per usual in a situation such as this, your mind had gone blank, not knowing what the answer could be. Taking a moment, trying, and failing to come up with the answer, you ended up simply shaking your head and shrugging your blanket-covered shoulders. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened? Maybe write it down?” 

To that, you definitely knew the answer and quickly shook your head. Your breathing, which has at this point become a little more under control, started to pick up again. 

“That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it right now.”

Curling up and settling back against his chest, you unconsciously tried to copy his breathing, just concentrating on the rising of his lungs and the soothing circles his hand was making on your back. 

You knew that even though this was not something he experienced on a pretty regular basis, he still knew exactly what it was like. He had told you about some of the few times he had experienced it. Like when he went to see his father for the first time in his adult life.

After a while, when the struggle to breathe started to fade, your eyes began to wander around the room, eventually settling on the deck of cards on the table. “Oh, yeah,” his eyes followed yours, “I was fiddling with a new magic trick this morning.” 

That comment caused a smile to creep up on your lips. Glancing up at him, he asked, “do you want me to show you one?” and you nodded gently, “I don’t know if that one is ready for an audience yet, but I think I have a few other ones up my sleeve,” he smiled, reaching over to pick up the deck. 

“Okay,” he quickly shuffled the cards, then spread them out for you to pick one. After doing so, you then put it back into the pile so he could shuffle it again. After making the last shuffle a little extra extravagant, he raised the deck up to your face, “I need you to blow on this card, please,” and you did so with a light giggle. 

“And this is your card,” he announced with a big flourish presenting to you the 2 of spades. Shaking your head, his smile fell and he asked completely seriously, “that’s not your card?” 

“Wait, hold on, okay,” he ran his thumb over the corner of the cards one more time, then proceeded to tap them twice and ended with a big magical gesture with his fingers, “this is your card,” with more confidence, he showed you the 7 of diamonds. Again, you shook your head, smile only growing with each second.

“You serious? That’s not your card?” he pouted dramatically, inspecting the cards a bit in faked annoyance, “hold on… Oh,” he then glanced up at your face, no, he was staring at your ear. Reaching up behind it, he asked, “that your card?” 

You heard a whooshing sound and turned to look as in his hand, still right by your face, and there it was. The queen of hearts. 

Giggling, you nodded hard. Even though he had let you in on the secrets of some of his sleight-of-hand skills, it still never failed to impress you.

‘I love you,’ you signed.

“I love you too, so, so much,” he leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours. “Hey, how about I go make some hot chocolate and then read a bit to you? It can be anything you like.”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fic #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid hurt/comfort #autistic!reader

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Ok what is the softest pack!lino has ever been? Like has he cuddled with the reader when she was cramping during her period? Did he help Jisung with a dance rourine and even when he was getting frustrated, he took the time to compliment what he got right? HAS HE KISSED CHAN ON THE FOREHEAD WHEN HE WAS ASLEEP AT HIS DESK AND GENTLY GUIDE HIM TO BED SO HE WOULDNT HURT IN THE MORNING AND DENY IT WHEN HE WOKE UP AND SAID IT WAS FELIX??? Sorry that got out of hand, anyway. Soft pack!lino but also tsundere soft pack!lino

Hey, remember when Tumblr had an ask character limit? Yeah, me neither.

"Oh my god." Hyunjin rubs his hands together gleefully. "We get to talk about all of hyung's sappy moments? This is the best day of my life."

"Hwang Hyunjin." Minho fixes the omega with a long stare. "Think this through carefully."

Hyunjin balks a little bit, but straightens up quickly. "You can't do anything to me for spilling your secrets, hyung. Not this time. Not when it's for the sake of the readers and their questions."

Jisung whistles. "Damn. He's right."

Minho looks murderous, but he doesn't say anything else, letting the omega continue.

"I wanna go first, can I go first?" Jeongin exclaims excitedly, bouncing on the couch next to Felix now that he knows Minho can't do anything in retaliation.

Minho sighs. "God, I hate this."

"We know." You grin at him, and he flips you off. You blow him a kiss in response.

"Okay, one time-" Jeongin is practically giddy, not able to hold still as he talks. "-Minho-hyung found a stray kitten outside the dance department. And it was cold and wet, but we couldn't have pets in the dorms, obviously, so he snuck it inside, and spent all night getting it warmed up and calling people he knew who could possibly give it a home."

"God, I really hate this." Minho groans, and Jeongin gives him a bright, affectionate grin.

"His eomma ended up driving down the next day to the take the kitten to live with her at hyung's childhood home. Said since he was an only child, it would be like having him home again."

"I totally remember that." Felix giggles, glancing fondly at Minho, who is stoically not looking at them. "I came over to see the kitten, and hyung had her wrapped up like a baby-burrito style-in a soft pink blanket. He wouldn't put her down for the rest of the night."

"Once, I had a really bad stomach flu and couldn't get out of bed." Changbin starts, glancing at Minho, who rolls his eyes, though the tips of his ears are pink, giving him away. "Couldn't keep anything down, not even water. And hyung insisted on coming over and making me all sorts of soups and broths and teas, until he finally found something I could manage to keep in my stomach." Changbin offers him a smile, arching a brow. "I was worried you would get sick too, but you didn't even listen to my protests. Just told me 'Seo Changbin, I'm coming over whether you like it or not. So either unlock your door or I'll break it down.'"

"God, you really are nothing but a big sap." Jisung says, entirely too fond, and Minho promptly fixes him with another venomous glare.

"Take that back."

"Never."

"I don't sleep well." Chan admits, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly, as he makes eye contact with Minho, before he looks away, neither of them good with direct feelings. He clears his throat. "Everybody here already knows that, but on nights where I can't sleep, when the insomnia is particularly bad, I usually stay up in the living room to work on my current compositions. Eventually, I'll fall asleep on the couch, with my headphones on and my laptop open."

Chan meets Minho's gaze once more, and this time his lips curve into the start of a soft smile.

"I usually wake up in the morning with a blanket tucked around me and my laptop and headphones neatly put away, a pillow slid beneath my head. He'd never admit it, but he cares an incredible amount, it's just usually shown in the quietest, smallest ways, which are actually huge to those of us who love and know him."

"Okay, you being sappy is literally the worst thing that could happen to me." Minho remarks with despair, his brow furrowed in disgust. "What happened to stoicism, Christopher? Tsunderes for life?"

"Hyung knows I like how he smells. A lot." Felix goes next, cuddling in against Minho and grinning up at him, even as said alpha makes a show of pushing him off of him. "So he always wears a hoodie 24/7 on the weekends, and when the week rolls around again, somehow, that exact hoodie always ends up folded neatly on the edge of my bed, ready for my nest."

"Weird." Minho mumbles, ignoring the omega and partially failing as Felix attaches to his side again. "Wonder how that happens, because it definitely isn't me."

"Okay, hyung." Felix giggles, burying his nose into the sleeve of the alpha's sweatshirt.

"One time, he knew I was struggling with a painting." Hyunjin remarks, not glancing at Minho, staring at Jisung's hand in his lap, dutifully playing with his fingers. "It was for an end of year art display on campus and I just couldn't seem to get it right. I kept adding things and taking them away, and I never felt like it was finished, or even worth finishing."

Minho has gone quiet, staring at the head omega intently, his expression unreadable.

Finally, Hyunjin meets his eyes, his lips parted softly, his voice gentle, his usually sharp, intense gaze fuzzy with fondness around the edges.

"Minho-hyung sat me down and told me that my painting was good, great even, and that I didn't need to worry. Told me that I was more talented than I knew and if I was worried about making you all proud, that I shouldn't be, because you were proud of me just for existing, just for being me."

"I also told you if you ever repeated that, I'd immediately kill you." Minho states, but there's a slight mist to his gaze, and he swallows hard after the threatening statement.

Hyunjin shrugs. "It had to be done."

"I'm anxious." Jisung admits softly, chewing on his bottom lip, a nervous habit he's always had. "A lot of the time, actually. It's bad, and sometimes, when I feel out of control, or like I'm going to panic, hyung notices and calms me down."

Hyunjin silently reaches out and swipes his thumb across Jisung's mouth, freeing the beta's lip from between his teeth. Jisung gives him a small, grateful smile.

"Especially in social situations. Sometimes I get overwhelmed, and I feel like I can't breathe, and like the walls are closing in and there's too many people I don't know in my space. Once, when we went to an end of year party for my department, I started to feel anxious, and Minho-hyung noticed the way I was scratching at my pants while sitting down, and he pulled me into the hall and did breathing exercises with me until I felt like I could function again."

Minho's gaze softens slightly as he regards the beta.

"Breathing exercises aren't that big of a deal, Jisungie."

"They are to me." Jisung looks him dead in the eye and holds his gaze seriously, sitting up straighter now. "The ways you manage my anxiety? That's huge to me, hyung."

Hyunjin reaches over and takes the beta's hand, and Jisung squeezes it with a soft smile.

"Hyung's never soft with me." Seungmin deadpans, his expression blank, and Minho fixes him with a dagger like stare.

"That's right. And don't you forget it."

"Lies. All of it." Jisung scoffs, and Seungmin turns to him with glaring betrayal. "You two are literally the softest duo ever, even if neither of you will admit it."

"Like artisan bread-" Felix grins and wiggles his eyebrows playfully at Seungmin. "-hard and crusty on the outside, soft and gooey on the inside."

"Fine." Seungmin sighs with exasperation. "I guess Minho-hyung came to my end of semester presentation and award ceremony when the rest of you couldn't make it because you were out of town, but that was one time."

"Ahh." Jeongin coos, patting Minho on the thigh with a gleefully wicked look. "What a good dad."

"Yang Jeongin. I will murder you."

Seungmin settles back into the couch and tries to ignore Jisung's triumphant grin from beside him.

"Shortly after we all got together, I had to have surgery." You say, taking in a deep breath, as everyone turns their eyes on you, Minho included. You smile ruefully, kicking your toe along the carpet. "I'm sure everyone remembers, it wasn't like a big deal or anything, just my appendix getting taken out, but I was flat on my back for the first couple of days of recovery."

"I couldn't get up to shower or take care of myself, so when the dressing finally came off on the third day, I was determined to get myself cleaned up." You shake your head slightly. "I'm stubborn, so I didn't ask for help, and I literally got to the side of the bed before it hurt so bad I stopped."

"I resigned myself to being disgusting and hairy and greasy forever, and that's when Min showed up." You glance fondly at the other alpha. "I don't know how you knew."

"Please." Minho rolls his eyes. "I have a radar for my packmates doing stupid, stubborn things they shouldn't be. It's a necessity when living with all of you."

"Anyway." You grin and continue. "He showed up, didn't say a word, just helped me up out of the bed, to the bathroom, and ran me a bath. He sat beside the tub and helped me scrub my hair and my skin and then he shaved my legs for me, taking time to let me adjust to more comfortable positions when it pulled my incision a little too much."

"All of this without a word, because he knew I'd feel stupid and embarrassed. And then he helped me dry off and get dressed and get back to bed."

"Ahhh." Jisung coos, looking at the alpha with literal heart eyes now. "Hyung, you never told me that."

"Because if I did, I'd have to kill you." Minho replies dangerously.

The tips of his ears are now more than a little pink, giving him away.

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!pack #skz!abo #poly!skz #omegaverse #skz x you #skz x reader #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #y/n #ask the pack #askthepack #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #punch out headcanons #aran ryan #great tiger #von kaiser #disco kid #bear hugger #soda popinski #super macho man

[gumballavocadoharry]

You found me:

The cold brisk of London only made me move quicker to my house. I was looking forward to the warm aroma where I could sit in my favorite chair, a cup of tea and a good book to relax my mind after a hard day at work. I was a stock clerk at a grocery store and today was just perfect to have 2 spilled milks, shattered bottle of wine and an egg crack catastrophe in the dairy aisle.

October weather did that to you. The orange and reddish leaves falling from the branches while walking down the brick covered road was picture book worthy. My hair that was neatly tucked into a bun, had a few free strands swaying to the best of the wind. My somber mood was non existent this morning, until a few nasty customers, an overly demanding boss because of his recent divorce and all the messes I mentioned contributed to the pushed down aggression that rose inside me the more I pondered on it.

The gray clouds mixed with the fall wind made me sleepy. My eyes started to close a little, but I jerked myself awake once I realized the walk home was still 5 minutes away. I walked past this brick building that I assumed to be a school, but there was this brown cardboard box that was soggy and splotchy. I heard some narrow cries from it.

I took a step back thinking it was maybe a mother cat and her kittens up for sale that nobody noticed. I hesitantly made my way over to the box and peeped inside. That's when I noticed a tiny baby that couldn't have weighed more than 4 pounds crying weakly. He had a blue blanket wrapped around him and he was dirty liked he hadn't had a bath in days. His cry wasn't that loud but I could tell it was a hungry cry from the suckiling sounds he was making with his mouth.

"Poor thing" I mumbled trying to situate the little baby in my arms. He looked like a newborn baby which made his situation worse to me because he was probably just born and no one wanted him. Or maybe his mother just couldn't take care of him. It dawned on me that no one heard his cry because it was so light, who knows how long he's been out here.

Poor baby didn't have a hat or really anything to protect him from the cold other than the blanket. I held him halfway inside my coat and tried to find an adoption agency. It was too cold and we were both tired and hungry so I called it quits and decided to continue this in the morning before work. Me and baby stumbled home to my apartment, where the lobby was empty despite how this morning it was raging with people from a party in one of the apartments from the 9th floor.

That's the fancy apartments at the top where they get more terrace space. I walked through to the elevators where my heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't like the neighbors knowing my business and vice versa. I mostly kept to myself and tried to keep it the same way with everyone else unless I absolutely had to talk to them or if they said "hi" or such.

I fiddled with my keys before going inside and locking the door immediately behind me. it's a useful habit but today it was very obligatory. I didn't want anyone following me or staring because they suspected I stole something or something like that. I was indeed hiding something....more precious than any other secret I've stored within me. It was for baby's protection.

I set him on my couch and carefully took a soft paper towel that I wet with warm water and gently cleaned him up. I knew he was starving so that meant running to the store and buying baby formula along with some toys, clothes and possibly a portable crib or bassinet. I didn't wanna leave baby here alone, yet it would be irresponsible of me to leave him here so I had to take him with me.

I already decided once I got back I would call the police and see if they could locate his mother or any other relatives of his. My gut told me his mother wouldn't want him back and or she's dead or out of the country doing whatever. I thought about what to do about the small little turquoise eyed baby boy laying on my couch with pillows around him to keep him from falling.

It just dawned on me that you're not supposed to keep a newborn on their backs, so I shifted him to his tummy. Tufts of auburn hair were protruding from his little round head. I couldn't help but bring myself to run my fingers over it. He was still making suckling noises, that snapped me out of my daze and made rush to grab a hat for baby. It was a soft blue hat with little duckies on it, one I had kept when I was a baby. I took baby's blanket and made it into a shaw like coat for him, then I took an old scarf and covered him up so he wouldn't get cold.

I scanned the room for anything I could use besides a dirty old box that was baby's home for the first few days of his life. Just thinking about it was gut-wrenching. I looked over to baby who was still laying on the couch, toying with the pillows set on either side for his safety. His eyes looked so tired and full of innocence. Of course he's innocent he's a baby. He was so vulnerable and helpless that the grisly thought of him not surviving one more day if I hadn't found him nearly killed me.

My eyes finally landed on a dresser drawer in my bedroom. I emptied out the books that were inside on to my bed and tucked inside three soft blankets before putting baby in there. I didn't really want the neighbors seeing me take a dresser drawer out in the hallway as it would draw unnecessary attention, Not that it was any of their business anyway. I meant it when I said I kept to myself. Me and baby flew down the hallway, after I finished locking up my apartment.

My car was parked in the apartment parking lot, next to a grey lexus. I clicked the button on my well used car remote that was swinged in with my car keys, and my apartment key as well along with a little green packers logo. I opened the car door and carefully placed the drawer in the backseat rear facing.

I just prayed it was safe seeing how I didn't have a carseat or anything for baby yet. I made sure his scarf and hat weren't too warm so he wouldn't overheat. Once I was satisfied that he was okay, I climbed into the driver's seat and we drive to the store. Target was the closet place. I parked the car and I gently grabbed baby and we went inside. A sense of happiness and relief washed over me. I would be leaving the store with a baby car seat, a bassinet, high chair and food for baby. And possibly more knowledge too.

Baby was too tiny to fit in the seating area of the shopping cart so that meant I had to carry him, but my arms started getting tired. I grabbed a shopping cart anyway and tried my hardest to balance it with one hand. I found the nearest employee working in the baby section and asked her if I could buy a baby carrier right now. "Of course. I can ring you up and you can continue shopping."

"Thank you so much." I grabbed a sturdy carrier and she scanned the price tag and then my card. "There you go you're all set" I smiled. "Thank you very much." I set baby in the carrier and pulled the veil built into the carrier down to keep any germs off him.

"You're son's adorable." The employee said. I didn't bother to correct her so I just accepted the compliment for what it was and thanked her with a smile. But that stuck with me. Son. The thought ricocheted in my head as a sudden pleasure grew on that title. I looked down at baby who was playing with his fingers. Maybe?

I continued on shopping, grabbing bottles, diapers, clothes, toys and a portable bassinet. I found some baby formula asking different clerks if it was safe for newborns. They all showed me different brands, but like with everyone, the most recommended was the one I chose.

I paid for the items and left the store quickly as possible. The medium colored clouds set in and small sprinkles of rain slowly drizzled down. The smush of the wet fall leaves that stood in between my boots and the rain. Me and baby rushed to the car, now feeling satisfied of the new things he has to help him. Somehow I could sense a feeling of relief and solace wash over the both of us. I looked down to be met with greenish-blue eyes and sweet deep dimples that I just discovered he had.

Ongoers noticed the tender sweet baby talk that was spilling from my lips by the minute. Bunches of "Yes you are's" were being spoken to baby which made him react with joy. I'm sure this was the most love that he's had in the little time of his life so far. Surely I was not his mother, just a 27 year old man who happened, completely by chance noticed a small infant in the dirty box that he laid in. Maybe this was fate? I shook it off not wanting to think to deeply about it.

I was just his temporary caregiver until he would be adopted by someone who could give him a stable home. Maybe even a pet? I imagined little baby playing on the swing set with his doggie running up to him desperately wanting his owner's attention that only the love of a child could provide for them. He would have playdates with the best friend he met at school, sleepovers with the boys on his soccer team, meet his first love and dream of marrying her as if she was the one....

I snapped out that daydream. I couldn't get attached. We both weren't ready for that. Adoption for baby would surely be a dream right? We arrived to the car where I unloaded everything in the trunk before picking baby up and returning the shopping cart to the store.

Man it felt nice to hold him again. Whoops...I mean my arms aren't tired anymore. I set baby aside as I was taking the drawer and moved it to the floor of the car and set up baby's carrier. I gently placed him inside and even gave him one of his little toys to keep him occupied. I couldn't feed him until we got home so there was no time to waste.

As I got in the driver's seat and put the key in, turning it...My mind wandered to what exactly would happen to baby. What if he didn't get a nice family? What if instead he would be raised only for the sole purpose of being a slave in a mean family's home? Or he was restricted from living his life normally due to the strictness and harshness of a mother and father who weren't to tightly wrapped themselves?

What if he was left to fend for himself with no one to love him and care for him? The harsh reality of the world set in the more I thought about baby's fate. But everyone always says two is better than one and baby needs two parents. But if those parents aren't gonna parent him in the right way....then would he really be better off?

Surely I could-

"We're here!" I said to myself trying to override the thought I was going to think that would distract me from my sensible thinking. I carried baby inside, and grabbed the things from the trunk and made my way upstairs to my apartment as fast as I could. A few elderly neighbors saw me and cooed about cute the little baby in my was. I smiled and thanked them before getting in the elevator hoping the doors would close as fast as possible.

Baby and me scurried inside once again just in time for baby to start crying. He was hungry of course. After closing and locking the door, I set him down on the couch, propping the pillows around him again and grabbed the formula from the bag and ran into the kitchen to fix it.

I followed the directions carefully trying the drown out the hungry cries from baby. "I know baby I know." I fixed it as fast as I could and while his bottle was heating up, I was successfully able to distract him.

Beep!

I turned around and flew into the kitchen and grabbed baby's bottle from the microwave. I pressed the bottle to my wrist and sat down next to baby. I gently picked baby up and inserted the bottle into his mouth. "It's not too hot is it?" Aw come on as if baby can talk. His button eyes looked into mine sucking away at his milk. Probably the first food he's had in days. "You're a hungry little guy aren't you? I know, I know. You're a little special baby. You're special because you're the sweetest little thing I've seen." I cooed.

I couldn't help but cloy baby. He was so small and new, bright eyes studying the room because he was so new to the world. I just felt this exquisite connection with him whilst looking into his fresh eyes. His mom didn't know what she was missing....or what she gave up. I smiled a warm smile and somehow I think he sensed the connection too.

I removed the bottle once he was finished. He drank all his milk. "Good boy!" I cooed cheerfully. Burp! I expected that.

I ate a quick dinner that night after baby went to sleep. I couldn't sleep a wink partly because of baby crying and needing his diaper changed or wanting to be rocked or something like that and the other because I was worried about him too. I put him in a fresh onesie and threw that old blue blanket in the wash.

I tossed and turned because I knew I was gonna have to call child services soon....but it just....this gut feeling. I mean he was already used to me so why would I give him up? I guess I used that to reason with myself. Who am I kidding? I'm only in my twenties I can't be raising a child! I have so much I wanna do, like travel and get married and start a family of my own one day. But despite all of those...Baby still played in my mind.

I couldn't be attached already right? And besides who would watch baby too? I have to go to work and run errands and he has to be babysat. I couldn't trust just anyone. All these thoughts raced through my head trying to get everything sorted out. Child services, doctor appointment, babysitter. My brain could've exploded.

But my alarm clock went off. Baby was still sleeping surprisingly so I tiptoed out of my bedroom into the bathroom where I took a quick shower. I would constantly check to see if baby was still sleeping and if I needed to change or feed him. That's pretty much what all babies do at the beginning of their first few months of life, eat, sleep and poop,

I brushed my teeth coming out of the shower and changed into my uniform. I carefully took baby from his bassinet and was going to give him his first bath. By the looks of it I don't even think baby was born in a hospital. His umbilical stub hadn't fallen off yet so I was cautious to how I bathed him. I quickly googled how to do it and got started immediately. Baby was so small that I was able to bathe him in the bathroom sink.

I filled the sink with a little water and used some mild baby soap and cleaned up baby. He seemed so happy to finally be clean and to be...loved. To have someone care enough about him to take him under their wing and care for him....I really hoped he would see it that way when he's older.

Me and baby hadn't eaten breakfast yet and I already had to be at work in 30 minutes so I had no choice but to call Gemma and ask if she could watch him. She'd said that she would be over right away, so that gave me and baby time to eat a small breakfast. I had a bowl of cereal and baby had some milk of course.

Gemma knocked on the door a couple minutes after I had put my bowl in the sink. "Hey gem!" I greeted happily. I was relieved to have some help. "Hey Haz. So where is this little bugger that you've been talking about on the phone?" I pointed over to baby who was in his bassinet. "Oi he's adorable!" Gemma cooed. "What's his name?"

"I just call him baby for now. Yeah he's my friend's nephew but right now his nickname is baby." I thought quickly cause I didn't want to explain the whole situation to Gemma just yet. It's not that I couldn't trust her it's just that....it's not like baby was my son. He was still sorta a strange baby without a home or name. Besides...I had to go to work.

"Thank you again for watching him, if you need to reach me you have my number and I left a list of things you're supposed to do with baby on the fridge. Thanks." I grabbed my coat and car keys. "Bye Gemma and bye baby!" I blew a kiss to both of them before dashing out the front door.

Work wasn't any easier. I kept thinking about baby and Gemma and how they were getting along at my apartment. Plus Mr Feltmen was once again being punctilious with the way I stocked the cereals or the way I put price tags on the sealed chicken dinners with my price gun. All because his wife said a few nasty comments on her way along with a big fat stack of divorce papers sent to him a couple days later.

My lunch break seemed to be relieving as I was able to call Gemma and ask her if her and baby were fine. "Oh yeah we're fine. Baby had a little hard time after you left but everything's okay now. He's taking a nap."

"What little hard time?" I asked kinda panicky. "Oh, he started crying because he wanted you. So when I showed him a picture of you, he calmed down." Sentiment washed over me. Baby wanted me? He missed me. My heart swelled with adoration and pride more than it should've for a baby who I'd only known for a day and half. "Thank you so much Gemma. I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

After I hung up, I searched up a really good pediatric doctor at the children's hospital and scheduled an appointment for baby later on today. I wanted to make sure he had his shots and everything he needed by the time social services came and got him. The thought broke me. I grievance pain struck me so I refused to ponder the thought more than necessary.

Baby really tugged at my heartstrings. I didn't wanna dive in heart first taking into consideration the logicalness of the situation. Was I really baby's best person to care for his every need? You're caring for him now. I swallowed hard at that and continued eating my lunch, not wasting time to get back to work.

The mid day night sky fell between 3 and 4 which is when my shift ended. The breeze sang it's fall time song the coziness of being warm in the cold started to take its toll. I grabbed my coat from the breakroom and hustled out the grocery store. "Have a good night Harry." I turned to my right to see my boss with a small tight smile and giving me a small stiff wave. "Thanks you too." I replied befuddled and tired at the same time.

As soon as I got into my car, I didn't waste time calling Gemma to inform her of my upcoming arrival. "Hey Gemma, I just got off work and I'm coming home right now okay? How is everything?"

I heard the sound of baby rattles and muffled cries that partially answered my question. "Oh everything's fine, baby just woke up from his nap and he's just been a little fussy that's all." I could sense Gemma regretted saying that last part. She realized how attached and concerned I was for baby. Way more than if it was just 'my friend's nephew' the way I said before.

"Okay, well I'll be home very soon." We hung up and then I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot very carefully. The drive home consisted of me trying to beat the clock so I could be on time for baby's doctor appointment. I concluded that one more night wouldn't be so bad for baby seeing how it was possibly too late to call social services anyway.

Was I just reasoning with myself?

Streetlights filled the downtown sidewalk. Oh how I missed late night walks and night drives through my city. Summer's were fun for it too, but it was just something about September, October and November that just had that fall time glow. That coziness of aroma around you. It was fun. Just me walking to and back from the library.

I snapped out of my nostalgia once I pulled up to the parking lot of my apartment.

I put the key through my front door lock and opened the door. "Hey Gem I'm home" Gemma ran up to me and hugged me which I returned. "Hey! How was work?" "Oh it was fine." My eyes glanced to baby sleeping in his bassinet. "How was baby?" Gemma looked to the sleeping newborn and back to me. "He was just fine. He was a little cranky today but above all a good boy."

I thanked Gemma who's coat I handed to her on the way out. "See you later be safe bye." "Bye." Gemma's voice trailed going out the door. I took off my coat before focusing my attention to baby. "Hey baby boy! Did you miss me? Yes you did! I know you did cause you're da-" I stopped myself. "You're a special baby! You're a little sweetheart aren't ya?" Oh how I desperately wanted cover those little rosy dimpled cheeks in hello kissys.

I quickly changed baby and put him into a new outfit before leaving for the doctor's. On the way, I put on the radio to some 90's music. He seemed to enjoy it. His little head bobbed to the infamous Alanis Morissette 'Ironic'. I kept checking the rearview mirror, making sure baby was okay. I was still new to this so I didn't spring for the expensive attachment mirror for baby car seats.

London children's hospital.

I turned to the left and pulled into the parking deck. I always loved the murk lighting of the in between ramps and parking spaces. The blueish sometimes yellow aesthetic lights were the only ray of light inside the closed in building that was usually filled to the brim with cars. I got baby's carrier out of the car with him in it and we traveled down to the entrance along with two other couples who either had babies or toddlers.

On the way, Baby was entranced by the colorful cars while we walked to the doors. A green honda, a blue civic, a sliver chevy, all had the baby's attention. We went inside the elevator and took it up to the offices on level 8. Inside, I just kept taking deep breaths and looked down at baby who was sleeping soundly. I hated knowing I would have to wake him up for his appointment.

I just don't know what would move me to do all this? Buying him clothes, baby formula, toys, bottles, taking him to the doctors? I didn't just take him the adoption agency before and let them do all this for him. I guess because I care too much...I care so much about other people and I don't regret it of course, but this time it really took me out of the way. Financially, Physically and Emotionally.

I looked down at baby who was still sleeping. I guess what I'm trying to comprehend is that baby is special, he's more than just some lost, injured puppy dog on the street...he was more than helping out a homeless person with a couple dollars, he was more than giving a tired sad stranger a smile. It was a deeper pleasure having baby.. it was.....it....

Three little words threatened to spill from my gut but I shut them out. After all he won't be with me long.

The sad realization grappled me. Ding! The elevator doors opened and I was instantly met with distance cries of babies and toddlers. The hall was empty and as I stepped out, I could breathe in the sterile air. The carpeted floor held rigid against my shoes as I walked down the corridor trying to find the Doctor Evan's office.

My hand weighed heavy as I held the carrier that was carrying a baby who was now wide awake and hungry. His little fussy whines made me rush inside so I could feed him before those little whimpers turned into blood curdling screams. "Hello." I said waiting for the receptionist to notice me. "Hi." she smiled. It was a young girl that looked to be in 20's. The first thing I noticed was her red bob and bright pink lipstick. Her earrings were the exact same ones my own mother had.

"You have an appointment?" I nodded before responding with a yes. "For?" Her voice trailed once she saw the name I confirmed for baby. "Baby styles." It sounded like I was posting an announcement on my instagram to welcome my new child. But nonetheless was his actual name as of now. "It's a nickname we always go by." As if that would make it all normal. The state didn't even know he existed until now so what was I to do. The receptionist smiled and gave me a clipboard with the patient fill out attached to it.

I thanked her before taking it and moving over to one of the seats in the back. Before I filled it out, I took a bottle of the baby bag and fed baby quickly. He's a fast eater so it wasn't too laborious. But after burping him and putting him back in his carrier, I filled out the form and gave it back to the receptionist. I sat back down and monitored baby. I took little peeks at him in between to make sure he was okay.

Time passed slowly it seemed. 4:25 went to 5:21 then to 5:36. Time went on like that even though we were only there for 25 minutes. "Baby styles?" Everyone in the waiting room looked up at that name which made me more self aware. I quickly picked up the carrier and the baby bag before walking over to the nurse who was holding the door open for the patient to enter.

"Hello..Mr styles?" I nodded. "Come follow me please." We went to a room that was yellow and decorated in Curious George stickers. I set the carrier on the chair next to me before taking baby out and putting him on the exam table that was specifically for babies. The nurse took his height and weight before writing them down. I noticed her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to comment and ask if he was a was a preemie but she left that part up for the doctor.

She took his blood pressure and typed some things down on the computer. "You said he's newborn correct?" "Yes." I held my breathe. "He was born when?" "I think 5 or 4 days ago?" She continued typing.

"Okay. He is due for his hepatitis B, diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis and polio shots today." "Okay." "The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse smiled and left the chart on the outside of the door. I went over to baby and tickled his tummy a little. He giggled and started smiling. "Oh you're just a special little guy aren't you?" I cooed.

The doctor came in and I took my seat again. "Hi I'm Dr. Evan" she said holding out a hand for me to shake which I did. "And hello to you too handsome!" She said cooing to baby and shaking his hand as well. "You're here with daddy today?" My eyes traveled down. I knew I was gonna have to tell her. "Uh, Baby here is...well...I found him yesterday abandoned by the back of a school and so I took him in and I just brought him here today to make sure he was fine. That's why his name's baby and why he's a little underweight for a newborn."

The doctor took it all in before giving me a smile. "That's very commendable of you Mr. Styles. You did more for him than anyone else could've." I was proud of that statement. "Thank you. I wish he was my son though." I just said that?

She giggled. "I know it's very easy to get attached." I agreed. "it is." She took out her stethoscope and listened to baby's heart. "Very good." Then she listened to his stomach. "Very good."

"Mr styles, considering your case with baby right now, would you like to take him home today or did you wanna leave him here? I have to ask because you know..." I nodded. "Take him home." Dr Evan nodded and wrote something down. "We'll have to report this to the police and call children services. It's mandatory. But if you were to be interested in fostering or adopting baby then you can provide a word to a agency worker or lawyer. I'll put in a good word if you need it." She winked. That made me hopeful.

She continued the exam and asked me all the questions I could answer like when he eats, and sleeps and if he was fussy or calm most of them time. "I'll be right back with the vaccinations. I have to say Mr styles, when I listened to baby's heart, lungs and stomach....I don't think he would've made it another day if it weren't for you." She smiled. "Thank you!" I graciously said. Tears welled up in my eyes thinking about the actions of mine that save baby's life.

I looked over to baby who was examining the room carefully. Almost with detail as he became fascinated with the curious George stickers. "Yeah, he's funny isn't he?" I cooed. The nurse came back in with 5 shots on a small light pink tray. "Okay Mr styles, could you hold baby's arms please?" I gently intertwined baby's hands with mine. "Okay here comes the first one." Said the nurse after wiping down his thighs with alcohol wipes.

In went one needle followed by a loud cry from baby. My heart broke but i knew that this was the best thing for the vulnerable newborn. "I know baby boy but we gotta do this so you can be healthy." I said sweetly. I couldn't resist pressing sweet big kisses to his chubby cheeks.

That soothed him for a while until the last injection was given. A shriek was released from baby's small toothless mouth and fought back tears. It was painful enough to hear a baby cry, but when that baby.... felt like your own, it hit differently.

After all was done, I scooped him in my arms and hugged him tight. "Shhhh it's all over now." I rubbed his back desperately trying to soothe the little guy's cries. "I'm here for you, it's okay daddy's got you."

What?

I bit my tongue. I didn't mean that, I'm not daddy. It's just Harry or Mr styles.

Maybe not daddy yet. Oh shut up you always think sporadic!

I cleared my throat before setting baby back down in the table. I grabbed the baby bag and my jacket before settling baby in his carrier and then leaving.

"Would you like to make an appointment?" The receptionist asked. "Uh, not right now but I'll call later on." She nodded but I could tell she thought it was strange, I was strange I should say.

We left the office, heading back to the same elevator we came before. We went down to the parking deck and sudden ding! Snapped me out of my thoughts. The elevator doors opened to a mother pushing her disabled son in a wheelchair. I gave a polite smile which she returned.

She didn't think of me as a stranger to the baby I was holding in the carrier. I don't know why but I didn't feel like a stranger either to baby. He didn't feel strange to me despite me only knowing him for two days. I went back to my car with a heavy heart.

"We'll have to notify the police and children services because it's mandatory."

Those words ate at me. I didn't want them coming into my apartment and taking baby away from me.

I loved him.

Yes. I did! From the moment I met him I just couldn't let him go like that. He needed me, I was brought to him and I truly saw him as a priceless gift. Not something you have to pay for to raise. It was here I made a very crucial decision with baby. I was to adopt him.

The next day, children services came by along with the police. I let them in and asked them to take a seat. I brought baby out and set him down in his playpen.

"Thank you very much for welcoming us to your home first off. It has been brought to our attention that you found baby abandoned behind a school and so you took him in and cared for him right?" I nodded. The social worker wrote something down. "You took him to the doctor yesterday for a checkup and you reported your case to Dr Evan?"

"Yes." She wrote something down again. "I'm gonna ask you a few questions is that okay?" I agreed and we started. "Are you interested in adopting baby?" "Of course." "Are you in any relation or do you know any relatives of baby?" I shook my head. "No."

"Anyone in you're house that has criminal activity?" "Nope, it's just me and I've never been to jail or prison."

The social worker wrote something down and smiled. "Well you seem like a good candidate Mr styles. We'll have to take baby now but you still have a chance to adopt him. If you want baby specifically, then you can contact Sunnyside adoption center where baby will be taken and you can call and they'll give you an application and once you complete it and send it back, they'll schedule a meeting with you. The rest of the information is online at Sunnyside adoption center.com."

"Thank you very much." My eyes went to baby who was in his playpen. "Can I say goodbye first?" The social worker nodded and I picked baby up and held him.

"Okay baby this is the end now. I never got to name you or have you for that long but....I still treasure this time I spent with you. I'll try my best to have you again but if I can't..... I'll always love you. You'll always be my baby." His turquoise eyes looked into mine, his soft head with mini bald spots rested against my hand. I kissed his face one last time before giving him away to the social worker.

She smiled along with the two police officers. "Baby is very fortunate. I don't think he would've made it without your love." "Thank you." I said sheepishly. The trio left my apartment and I closed the door after them. I sat on my couch, scanning the room as if you say what just happened?.

Baby's bottle, his crib and clothes lied around the bedroom. Almost like a tornado had came and scattered everything around. I picked up one of his bottles and just... just broke down.

I've never loved anyone as hard or as much as I did baby. All I could see was those sweet little eyes and soft little fine hair. He was a quiet baby who rarely cried unless he wanted something or something was bothering him. Tears dropped on the floor and then on my jeans leaving wet splotches.

Baby. That was all that played on my mind. But it wasn't too late. I was determined to get baby back and adopt him.....no matter how long it took.

#harry styles #dad!harry #dadrry #harry styles imagine #harry styles son #single dad harry #son #adoption #baby #adoptive family #adoptive harry!

[tklpilled]

bolded fandoms you say??

HUNTER x HUNTER YOU SAY?

*bursts through your ceiling like that one meme.* *hold on I’ll try to find it*

WELL, MY LIEGE

I’m gonna need to be fed some headcanons about Mr Killua “never-been-tickled-playfully-before” Zoldyck, and his adoptive father/proper brother figure: Mister Leorio, making it his goal to change the little guy’s views on it.

ONLY IF YOU WANNA-

I CAN SEND SO MANY BRAINROTS THIS SHOW IS MY ACTUAL FUCKIN FAV

ILY HOMIE

ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY OMG

killua sees leorio tickling gon or kurapika and he stares at them

they notice and it's like "?? do you? want to join?? is there a problem???" meanwhile killua is just wondering why the Fuck they're doing that

"because it's fun?" "it's supposed to be FUN??"

and oh. this poor poor child.

he decides he wants to give it a try bc. clearly he's never experienced it properly

he thinks it won't work on him? since he's invincible to pretty much everything else

but touch deprivation + just being a kid lol means he's still pretty ticklish !!

and it takes a minute to get used to but he can see why people like it

i'd say he has an average stance on tickling. he doesn't Love it but he doesn't mind it at all

leorio's thoughts on him after finding out hes ticklish go from "this not even teenage child will murder me if i say anything slightly wrong" to "this is a little kitten and also my son"

its literally just the same killua except now he can be Tamed

"shut up or i will tickle you" "kys!!!!" which does absolutely nothing to help his case

leorio likes messing w gon and killua (and kurapika too just not around other people as much) and tickling makes up like. at least 40% of it

i dont know if any of this makes sense i am saying words but i want to give killua a big hug and wrap him in a blanket

#ask #duckymcdoorknob

[aleksa-sims]

My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW addiction, drugs

The next morning D. & I were alone in the house! Um, not really as you can see. His sister was here for a short moment but she had to leave and so I haven’t seen or met her yet. She just stopped by to bring the two kittens here, while I was still sleeping, because I was so broken last night. 

Daniel came to me and tried to wake me up. I asked him what we did last night? I didn’t remember, I just knew how I fell asleep. He said that we didn’t do anything. That’s why I also asked him, if he was disappointed in me, but he told me not to worry about it, and besides, he wanted to show me something. 

I was so surprised by these two cute, little kittens. 😻 I would have loved to hug & cuddle them immediately, but I saw that one kitty was very shy. She just went to Daniel cautiously and the other one was...in a bad mood? She wanted to scare the shy kitty I think? In any case, she was not interested in us and ran back to the kitchen. The shy kitty was a bit stressed because she didn’t know me, so I just watched Daniel try to calm her down.

But later both kittens came to me by themselves and they have not left my side. Especially the shy one, she is so affectionate. She loved being cuddled and having us around. She was just the perfect cat for me! Sorry, the shy kitty is a HE!  A tomcat!

But where did Daniel get those cute kittens? About 12 weeks ago, Daniel found two cute little puppies on the side of the road. They were wrapped in a blanket, behind a bus stop. Someone didn’t want them and just abandoned them! What kind of people do this? 😠 Two little baby kittens!!! Why didn’t they just take them to a shelter? Fortunately, he found the two puppies and took them to a vet. They were lucky because it was not cold at this time of the year and the vet said, that they must have been there, for half a day. Daniel and his sister took care of the two little kittens, they had to feed them every 3 hours. The two have not slept for almost 3 weeks and alternated each other. The light grey cat liked his sister more and the shy, Daniel. When Daniel had to go back to town, for his job, his sister took care of both kittens in the meantime. They didn’t want to separate the two. 💜

Me: That’s so sweet, he remembers you? He’s so careful, but he wants you to to pick him up, I think.

Daniel: I don’t want to scare him, but since he came up to me on his own, let’s try it.......Hey, bud! You all right? That’s my gf she’s nice! You don’t have to be afraid of her. You’re gonna like her, I’m sure.

Me: Awww! 🥺 🥰So cute! I’d like to cuddle him too! Aww, he looks so soft & tiny! But I’ll wait a bit longer because he’s so shy. And your sister’s puppy? It’s a boy or a girl?

Daniel: A girl! ...But hey babe! See how clingy he is, he purrs, I think he’s happy. You wanna try?

Me: How cute! 😻 He feels so good and relaxed with you. I don’t want to stress him, he almost falls asleep, how sweet is that?...  And you know, I didn’t think you’d be saving little puppies. 😳

Daniel: Who wouldn’t?? They were abandoned behind a bus stop. I just had to! You know? 🤷‍♂️

Me: Yeah, but you took care of them afterwards, you could have left them at the shelter.

Daniel: Sure, but I just couldn’t! In the shelter I was asked, if I know someone where the two kittens can stay.  They had so many other animals there who were sick and needed help. They then explained everything to me. But if I couldn’t take that responsibility, I could have left them there. But I wanted to try! And tbh, in the last two months, my sister has been almost alone caring for the two.

Me: Still, you saved them  😍 and barely slept for weeks. You know, I like you more & more! 👉👈 ....How about we catch up on what we missed last night? 😏 And...the nights before and before...You know, what I mean!

Daniel: Suddenly you’re in such a hurry? I think I should have shown you the kittens much earlier. 😉 😄

Me: No, it’s not just because of the kittens!! You know, that I’m totally into you! But somehow, something always gets in our way, and mostly it’s my fault. But that will change from now on! So, are you coming? 😏

Daniel: I’m definitely coming! We have 20 minutes. That one guy I told you about comes over.

Me: He’s comming here? In your house? But he’s a dealer. 🤷‍♀️

Daniel: I’ve known him since I was....19? He doesn’t deal! He just knows someone who does and yea, that’s....all! 😕 

Me: Um...you’re 21! So you don’t know him for that long! 

Daniel: He’s ok! And you need that drug! Not me! I can live without it, after all, I have you now! 😏

Me: Yeah, sure!  But you’re right! I’m the prob, but I’ll make it up to you! After the summer holidays, we’ll both quit together....But since this guy is coming, we postpone our hot date! But postpone does not mean cancel! I promise! 

Daniel: Ok! But there's no escaping babe! I don’t care what happens! No more excuses or cancellations!

Me:  No, certainly not! 

I was so naive to believe that we will quit that drug after the summer holidays! It could have worked out! I mean because of Daniel! But tonight he will take that drug with me and he will unfortunately fall back into his old habits. 😞 His addiction will take complete control over him. For me, this has already been the case for a while. I put us both in this situation. 🤦‍♀️ But in the end, I’ll come to my senses and get us both out of it. No, actually it was Daniel. And my parents.

And this guy who’s gonna bring us drugs, is totally crazy! First Daniel’s Mother yesterday and now that weirdo! 🤨 And since I mentioned D.’s Mom, she’s gonna catch us doing drugs. I thought she was gonna freak out and yell at us, like my Mom did, but no, everything’s different with her, even this. 🤨

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[loulicate-recs]

Hello Hanis, today december 8th and I hope you got to enjoy yourself. My computer decided to stop working so it's been stressful for me, so I hope your day went better than mine! I'm sending you lots of love and kisses anyways :)

You're right when you say England's countryside looks nice! From the few pictures, I've seen it looks very green and lovely overall. It must be a a lot less suffocating than big cities, too, so I very much do understand the appeal. And to answer you're question, I'd very much like to climb up the Macchu Pichu in peru one day, but I'm so out of shape that I'm not sure it will ever be possible—that and I don't even like physical effort to begin with, I just think the view would be beyond this world. I also would like to live abroad, at some point. Somewhere in Europe, not too far from my family and friends. And not necessarily forever either but I've been craving it lately. Not really sure it will be possible though.

I feel like I should have guessed you're an english major with the way you write so beautifully! Must be really tough, so I hope you're enjoying it!

And damn! I feel like we're very much alike. I don’t hate going out but if we do I want it to be planned ahead so I can prepare for it!! And if I go out one day, I want to be able to stay home the following one. I do prefer small gatherings than big crowds, though, it just is easier to me to blend it this way and to have a nice conversation. I like chatting more than partying hdjsksks

I had read your fairy!louis fic before but I spent the morning rereading it because I wanted to remember what exactly you were talking about and mwah it was so damn cute!! Louis was adorable. And babee was really cute! I love them even more now that i know how they came to be. And the sceneries you desrcube are always so special so I can't imagine how beautiful it must look irl! l also reread the fic you wrote about louis initially surrogating before yurning into a full blown mummy and I wanted to kill myself because of how soft everything was. So yeah, I really like your writing so yhank you for filling me in on how it all comes to you!!

The girl you mentionned is an asshole, what even was her problem?? She sounds incredibly pretentious but at the end of the day I'm not that surprised, people love looking down to other people for some reason (that is beyond me and I'll never understand it). I'm really sorry she hurt you and that you don't feel comfy sharing that part of yourself anymore.

Btw, you mentioned being a theatre kid, do you mean you've taken drama classes? Do you like musicals?? I'm sorry I'm so curious!

I also must mention that your taste is immaculate. I would say we're quite similar in that aspect too but I'm once again not so surprised cause I enjoy your fics a lot so it must say something. I'm particularly fond of fairy louis and mummy louis for instance and I can tell how much you love them!! And that specific trope you mentioned is perfect, because after all, Lou, baby amongst babies, goddess amongst goddess, can do no wrong, right jdjjdjddk. What are you reading atm?? Any recs to share? Also!! Do you listen to music when you read?? I find it fascinating that people manage to have music on while reading so I never fail to ask when someone tells me they love to read djdndn

I'm so sad he snipped his hair, it looked so fluffy and made him look like a baby kitten!!! He still looks gorgeous though, and I can tell he's so happy to do the signings and to meet the fans!!! Wanna put him on my pocket and keep him safe because I'm sure he's not taking care of his arm himself, always putting others first. His kindness is beyond this world and I'm living for the small interactions he has with louies. He was so omegaesque with the heater close to his feet, poor bubba gets cold easily!! Safe to say I'd wrap him in a blanket and give him flowers!!! Speaking of which, do you have a favourite flower/plant? I love plants but I can't seem to keep them alive fjdjsj

I think that's all for today!! Love you so much, and take care bubba <3 You seem like a delight and I'm grateful I'm getting to know you more <3 and sorry for the typos!!!

xx

hello hello my beloved santa 🫶 i’m sorry that happened to your computer and you, how is its condition now? if it’s still not working, have you tried plugging in your charger for awhile? usually it’s the problem with the battery :o or did it stop working for a different reason? either way i hope the problem won’t last too long, i know how difficult it is to go on with our daily life without a computer, especially when you’re a student :( and thank you for the love and kisses 🥺 sending mine back (doubled) to hopefully ease your struggle!

this is the first time i heard of machu picchu, i googled it and gosh! it truly got such a scenic view 😭🫶 i hope you’ll get there one day, you will you will no matter what it takes! imagine the feeling of being so high up there… oh how about your high tolerance by the way? do you enjoy being on top of a high place? also, since we both have the same desire to move to europe, i’m gonna start a manifesting circle for the both us 🕯️ do you have any particular reason why europe? as for me, maybe it’s due to the pressure from the society i’m being surrounded with ever since i was a child, but i’d feel like if i just got there, england or at least other countries in europe, i’d be left to my own devices and that’d make me so satisfied.

thank you thank you ❤️ am an english major! english is a really fun thing to do, it leads you to so many opportunities and the fun in it makes it less harder than it seems! although, as i’m particularly majoring in teaching english as a second language, the teaching part makes things a little bit difficult actually. and to think that i’ll be teaching the primary kids after degree when tackling children is certainly not my forte as for now… idk hope i’ll survive!

oh so you like to have conversations :o that’s cool actually, as for me i prefer to settle with silly little jokes and empty comments when i *have* to be around people. honestly i’ve never really confided in in real life people, but i enjoy it when they tell me everything about them! and that’s when those silly little jokes and empty comments from me get in within people’s stories. seems like we’re compatible with each other, if you were up to chat and talk about everything i’d be happily listening to all that you have to say!

YOU reread the fics omg 😭💓 this just made me do a happy little dance thank you thank you for taking your time to read them for the second time 🥹 the pregnant louis fic is one of my favs, i was in my comfiest phase while writing that so it was a great writing for me, that fic. and i can never thank everyone who’s read it enough including YOU my precious, love you <3

sdfgh she’s always been so ‘blunt’ with everyone, everyone in the class are used to it and me too, like i’ve learned not to be offended with what she says after being her classmate for 3-4 years, there are a lot of things that i do not take it to the heart but it’s just that one particular thing about fanfic that got me so 😔❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹 on the brighter side i now know not to over share with just anyone so i won’t end up feeling upset and silly <3

this answer is getting so long im sorry you have to read this 😭 but now you’ve asked about theatre, it’s actually my fav thing to talk about! yes i’ve taken a few drama courses throughout the semesters, did 3 proper drama adaptations and staged all 3 of them! there are some that i did for tutorials during the drama courses too! most recent drama that i joined was a competition in may, it was a one act drama and it’s my most fav cus i was the main character 🥺🫶 the title of the drama was named after the character that i played and we got the third place <3 it was a memorable experience sdfhh i’d show you the pictures if i could tho 😔 i LOVEEEEE musical theatres it’s so fun to watch but i’ve never done it (NOT YET), would love to one day if i have the chance <3

omg again we’re really compatible w each other! i wonder if you’re a writer too 👀 you’re sooooo right louis is perfect could never do wrong 🫶 i’m currently reading the fics in the blff 2022 thread! theres sooo many good fics 🥹 theres so soo many that i want to recommend honestly, currently i’m still recovering from this fic that I’ve just finished. like i said this one makes me justify everything that louis does so in this fic it’s exactly what i do! i literally cried to this fic i wanna defend her honour with all i have! and to answe your question i don’t, CAN’T listen to music while reading! it amazes me to see people do that, i get jealous sometimes when they can vibe to their reading with the music background acting as the catalyst to the reading mood especially when the genre of the music fits the genre of the book??? but i could never… there’s a scientific name for this kind of personality but i can’t remember what it’s called, i can only focus on one task that i’m doing 😭 when i really want to listen to music i will lay down on bed and do nothing! if i listen while doing my chores… either i’ll burn the clothes that i’m ironing or can’t comprehend what song i’m listening to, choose your fighter! so same goes with reading,call me picky but when i read i really need everything to be silent and dark? i can’t even read in peace if there’s sunlight scorching through the curtains god i sound so complicated but it is what it is 😭 what about you? what kind of reader are you :o

“omegaesque” your brain is too pretty for this word! it captures louis as a whole (an hole) i’m not really big on plants/ flowers but i can say that i’m fond of plumeria because of its delicate and small physical! a plumeria looks like what i imagined a perfect flower would look like if i was a kid <3 and YOUR favs? pleasesdfghj have you ever considered just adopting the cacti since they’re the easiest to care for?

this is such a long answer god i’m really really sorry i usually tend to get lost in the way when i write my thoughts… truly contradicts to what i’d speak 😭 btw i hope that your computer is all good now and if it doesn’t please let me know about it! i’ll try to help you as much as i can to solve the problem, sometimes my dad knows how to work with computers so maybe i can ask him!

i want to ask you something but since this is already so long i’ll do it in my next answer! mwah ❤️ thank you for taking your time to talk to me <3

#ss #answered

[plztumb1rhelpmegetoveranxiety]

So I have a lil Togepi .

I had caught it, but I want to think this lil one is something more.

Perhaps a gift from a dear friend, before things pushed him this far.

I want to believe that this lil one is a gift from Volo.

It might not actually be, but I want to see this lil one as proof that maybe he's still good. Maybe one day I can help him .

(considering I actually tear up whenever Volo comes up , I wanna believe I can help him. That he doesn't have to walk alone anymore.)

I hope your togepi knows I love it with my whole soul

#oh my gohhhhhhhhhhhhhhd #*sobbing noises* /pos #FUCK #(/pos) #I LOVE VOLO SO MUCH #I WANNA WRAP HIM IN A BLANKET LIKE HOW YOU DO WHEN A KITTEN'S HAVING A TANTRUM AND FORCE HIM TO KNOW HE'S LOVED!!!!!! #I WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG AND THEN NEVER LET GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND ALRIGHT #AND A GENUINE HAPPY!!!!!!! #I WANT HIM TO LIVE YEARS OF JOY!!!!!!!!!! #I WANT HIM TO LIVE A COMFORTABLE LIFE WITH A FOUND FAMILY OF POKEMON AND PEOPLE ALIKE #THE THOUGHT OF CREATING A NEW WORLD RARELY EVER REARING IT'S UGLY HEAD AT HIM AGAIN!!!!!!! #AT WHEN IT DOES CROSS HIS MIND!!!!!!!! #I WANT HIM TO BE REPLUSED BY IT!!!!!!! #I WANT HIM TO LOVE HIS LIFE !!!!!!!! #AND I WANT HIM TO LOVE HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! #*sobbing intensifies* /pos #maddymayhearts #Hearts my beloved /p #asks

[killuaisaprincess]

I’ve taken Ki from the main fandom they can't have him anymore 

#personal #most of em like Gon more anyway so they can’t complain I’m snatching Ki from them! #immmm tireddddd of the jokes about his #trauma! and expecting him to be responsible for everyone’s happiness! And it’s just very tiring and tall Ki bleh boring don’t like don’t #like! And thinking he’s a bastard babey no Ki is very soft he may have moments but he is a very soft soul like omggggg #anyway doctor appointment let’s go!! I wanna feel not sick all the time again I miss writing and daydreaming though I did have a good Gk #dream #kay i’m joking I can’t take a character from anyone I just block the heck outta but lemme vent okay #Ki isn’t responsible for everyone’s happiness! V tired of that and the ignoring his trauma and making jokes about it and yesss they can do #what they wanna hence I block but this my personal it’s not going in the tags and iiiiiiiii am tireddd legit tired and feeling sick but #tired! and just want Ki to get the love he deserves #I just he’s just a little babey kitten who I wanna wrap up in a blanket and people wanna make fun of him for crying or ect ect and they all #sound like his fammmm! And I just no! #Ki deserves to be picked up and wrapped in a blanket and held gently in someone’s arms and 🥺😭 he deserves love

[simpforhoon]

jakehoon + jayseung threesome

pairing : enha x female reader ( I’m still trying to figure out how to write for gender neutral reader, so if someone could help me w that it would be appreciated!!)

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Smut (daddy kink, sir kink, slight pet play, marking, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation, praise, use of pet names, and some fluff!)

Warnings: well,,, this is smut so,,,, please just read at your own risk.

okay so like I had a lot of reqs for a jakehoon threesome, and like one for jayhoon but then I got this idea and I decided to do like a what kind of threesome would it be sorta thing? + a little drabble for each one😌😌 + aftercare for each!!

jakehoon:-

okay so like,,,,, I see them as like a hard dom-soft dom duo

hoon loves pampering you and bring soft too but sometimes he just likes to ✨let loose✨

whereas while jake would degrade you and call you names and be rough w you, his inner sweet boy makes him a soft dom,,, maybe even a bottom if you like topping

these two together would be such a whirlwind omg,,,,, theres jake just praising you on one hand and telling you you’re doing so well for them, and theres hoon just calling you their pretty cockslut, so desperate for them

I feel like hoon would give the orders while jake just follows along and does his thing

onto the drabble cause I dont know how much more I can say about these two-

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your mind was hazy with pleasure as you sank down on jake’s cock, mouth around sunghoon as you sucked him off as jake thrusted into you at a slow but rough pace. you whined around sunghoon’s cock as jake snapped his hips into yours and sunghoon pushed your mouth further down onto his cock, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “you look so pretty like this angel, sucking me off while jake fucks your cute little cunt, such a good cockslut”. you could feel the knot in your lower stomach get bigger, ready to burst, and jake must have felt it too, from the way you clenched around him as his pace got faster. it was at that moment that sunghoon came down your throat, making you swallow his load as he pulled out of your mouth and watched with a smirk as jake moaned, his hips never faltering. “w-wanna cum” you managed to get out through gritted teeth. “cum for us pup” jake groaned as you came all over his length, pulling out to come on your back, as you fell forward into the pillows. sunghoon came back with a towel, cleaning up your back before planting a kiss on both yours and jake’s lips, “my two little puppies did so well hm? how about I reward you both tomorrow?”

aftercare :-

both of them would be so sweet honestly, but I feel like they would do anything in the moment, all three of you being super tired

they would definitely clean you up and give you a massage wherever you’re feeling sore and make sure you drink water and eat a little something before falling asleep.

and in the morning they would wake you up with a nice hot bath and scented bath bombs and breakfast in bed,,, they would go all the way to make sure you’re not hurting and they would like cuddle you the whole morning and be so soft and gentle with you🥺🥺🥺

jayseung/heejay:-

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

so like,,,,, both doms, I cant see them as anything else sorry😫😫😫

I see them being into oral and getting blow jobs and stuff, but not as much as jakehoon

both of them would be so teasing in bed

always edging you for hours before giving you what you actually want

I definitely see jay being into being called “sir” and heeseung into being called “daddy”

jay seems to be very possessive, and seeing him that way kind of makes heeseung kind of possessive as well

so be prepared to have marks and hickeys all over your body the next morning

while everyone portrays jay to be this hardass, sadistic dom, I just feel like hes a big softie on the inside🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he would for sure 100% call you “princess” and while he would be rough it would just be so skbdnabsjabdjsjsb🥺😫😳

heeseung, I feel has more of a hard dom tendency than jay

remember hes basically the mom of 6 kids

he will punish you if you act up

but if you’re good for them, he will give you anything you want.

onto the drabble-

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you were stuck between heeseung’s legs as jay ate you out like he’d never eaten before. heeseung played with your erect nipples lazily, pulling and tugging at them gently as his other hand helped jay’s in holding your legs apart. one of your hands held onto jay’s slightly larger one as the other gripped the sheets beneath you. you whined and squirmed in their hold as jay sucked on your nub causing waves of pleasure to shoot through your body, your back arching off heeseung’s bare chest at the sensation. “ah ah ah” he smirked. “stop squirming so much little one, or we won’t let you cum tonight”. your movements ceased as he muttered those words. desperate for your release, you whimpered and whined. “s-sir please let me cum”, jay smirked and looked up, bringing his face away from your sensitive core, your juices running down his chin as he licked his lips and said “you’ll cum only when daddy says you can cum princess” before resuming his ministrations on your poor cunt. “daddy p-please let me cum” you whimpered and moaned as you gripped the sheets. heeseung looked like he was pondering it for a second before pulling at your nipples again. “cum for us kitten”. that was all you need to hear as you let go and came, as jay licked up all your sweet juices hungrily. your chest heaved as you lay back against heeseung as he whispered into your ear. “tired so soon baby? daddy and sir arent done with you just yet”.

aftercare :-

these two would absolutely pamper you the moment yall were finished🥺🥺

they would run a bath for you then and there no matter how tired yall were

scented candles, bath bombs, they’d even wash your hair for you

they would massage you with your favourite lotion and whisper praises over and over

“you were so good for us princess, such a good girl”

they would wrap you up in one of their hoodies and a blanket and wrap themselves around you as well-

back rubs to help you fall asleep🥺🥺🥺

soft kisses and happy moments :((((

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and that’s all!!!! I really hope you enjoyed it. and I had so much fun writing this OMG.

I included aftercare as well, as most people dont realise that aftercare is really important for both parties involved.

thank you for reading and dont forget to stay hydrated and eat well!

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen #kpop smut #kpop

[the-iceni-bitch]

Ok, @autumnrose40, Dumblr was not a fan of the GIF ask you sent me (spoiler some dude railing a chick on piles of cash) but I liked this drabble so I’m reposting without the offensive vid, because it is 90000% Ransom

(look @sparkledfirecracker other people jumping on the OTP thots train!!, gimme more, you guys).

You frowned at the text from Ransom when you walked through the front door, still trying to figure exactly what the fuck he was talking about.

“Ran? What the fuck was this text?” You yelled once you had shut the door behind you, hanging up your jacket and giving the dog some pats when he came to greet you while the kitten wound around your legs.

“I’m in the bedroom!” His voice carried from up the stairs and you rolled your eyes as you started walking up there to join him after slipping out of your heels.

“Seriously, babe, what does ‘Wanna fuck all over my first paycheck’ even mean?” You pushed the door to the bedroom open and snorted when you got a look at the scene that greeted you. “Nevermind, guess that answers that.”

Ransom was laying completely naked in an obscene pose in the middle of your bed, which was nothing new, except for the fact that he was surrounded by an absurd amount of cash.

“C’mon, baby, gonna fuck you hard all over money that I fucking earned.” He crooked a finger for you to join him, using his other hand to stroke his cock nice and slow until he was sure you got a good look at the precum that was leaking all over his thigh.

“Ran, this is insanely unsanitary and wasteful, seriously Scrooge McDuck level shit. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to do anything with all this cash after we come all over it.” You still trailed towards the bed though, frowning when you saw that the bills that were spread everywhere were 20s. “Jesus, how much is Harlan paying you?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him, tearing your blouse open and purring when he got a look at the lingerie set you had on. “Fuck you look good in this. Gonna buy you all the pretty shit you could ever want.”

“Well... fuck.” You sighed when he rolled the two of you until you were pinned underneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct as he started sucking bruises all over your throat and chest. “Fine, buy whatever you fucking want. After you fuck me we’re gonna talk about savings plans, though.”

“You’re ruining it.” He pouted when he slid inside of you, at least until you gasped and dug your fingers into the blankets once he started rocking his hips into yours. “Just let me spoil you a little, baby. You fucking deserve it.”

“Yeah, ok.” You were already starting to go mindless, dropping your head back against the pillow and moaning as you let him fuck you hard because, goddamn it, you did deserve it.

#natalie answers #ransom otp #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom x you #ransom smut #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character

[mrskodzuken]

Of Forts and Cards on a Rainy Night

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kuroo)

genre: fluff/crack (post timeskip characters, established relationship, domestic-ish fluff, implied but part of the "Kenma with a f!Filo!reader as s/o" au)

wc: 2.1k (word dump I'm sorry)

warnings: mild swearing

listen to: Hajimemashite by Earphones (MV with CC provided)

a/n: for both my "Ame no Ai/Rainy Love" and @smolla-than-a-bug's "Made For You" collabs (sorry if it's submitted almost a few days late). Thanks for beta reading this word dump (lol) @mitsuyaya @kentimestwo @krystalgaia @atsuminthe and @xmyshya! I love you all <3 Dedicated to @hq-girl-next-door (I scrapped the original wip and ended up with this. Hope you like this~) EDITED WITH THE FORGOTTEN KUROO PART ADDED I'M SORRY ; u ;

Bonus note: Kuroo (black, obviously), Kenma (red), reader (pink).

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[21:57. Kozume Residence.]

“Y/N, can I borrow your power bank for a bit? Need to charge—what are you doing?”

You turned around to see your boyfriend Kenma. He was standing still in the living room’s entryway with his phone’s flashlight beaming near you, mouth agape, golden cat-like eyes widened at the sight of you adjusting knots on the huge blanket for your makeshift fort.

“Ah! Since it’ll take a few hours before the power comes back, I decided to build a cozy fort for the both of us,” you happily told him, grabbing a pink throw pillow and firmly plumping it. Thirty minutes earlier, you were busy editing some video clips in your room. Thirty minutes earlier, Kenma was in the middle of an evening stream, playing some online games. Two hours prior to that, heavy rainstorms affected the entirety of Tokyo due to a tropical cyclone hitting Japan. Two hours and thirty-something minutes later, some loud lightning struck an electric tower near Nerima Ward, causing a power outage and damaging telephone lines throughout the area.

The fort you had made was beautifully well-made and stable, and big enough to house two to three people. Several lit candles were strategically placed around the living room area, far enough from the fort to avoid causing fire but near enough for ample lighting. Socked feet padded softly on the floor as Kenma approached you, turning the phone’s flashlight off and pocketing the device inside his front hoodie pocket. He sat comfortably on one of the throw pillows, stretching both his arms and legs, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind—eliciting a cute squeal from you. He smiled sheepishly. “This is a nice idea, kitten! Are you planning to camp out here through the night?”

You suddenly sat backwards and onto Kenma’s lap after he pulled you towards him, resting your back on his chest. “Mhmm… we are!” you said enthusiastically, leaning your head back, your cheek rubbing gently on his own. “Instead of sleeping in our bedroom as usual, why not sleep here in our beautiful fort? Perfect time for cuddling in the cold and rainy weather.”

You felt your gamer boyfriend’s embrace tighten, his lips peppering light kisses on your nape. “Yeah, it’s perfect… hmm~ so comfy, we could stay like this for as long as we want.”

You hummed in agreement, tracing small circles on Kenma’s knee with your fingertips. You heard him mumble, “Stop it, that tickles, Y/N!” but he didn’t swat your hand away, which made you chuckle softly.

“Ah, before I forget!” You untangled yourself from his arms and grabbed a worn-out box on the table near the both of you and opened the lid, carefully sliding a deck of playing cards and presenting it to him with a smile. “Wanna play some cards with me, Kenken?” You asked him, nimble hands shuffling the cards, distributing them evenly.

“What kind of card game are we playing tonight, hm?'' the former Nekoma setter asked, a puzzled expression evident on his face. “I… don’t mind playing a round or two with you, kitten.”

Your eyes widened like saucers and you beamed at him. “Great! Um, we’re playing a round of Crazy Eight—have you ever played that game before?”

Kenma shook his head, looking down with his eyebrows knitted in the middle and his lips forming a pout. “I’m familiar with the name and have an idea of the rules, but I haven’t played it before, I’m afraid.” He glanced at you sheepishly, tucking a lock of pudding-like hair back behind his ear. “Care to tell me the basics, kitten? Please?”

You stilled and suddenly clutched the front of your shirt, cheeks burning bright at the cute sight in front of you that is Kozume Kenma. How can my boyfriend look so… so freaking cute, pouting and all?!

You snapped from your daze and cleared out your throat. “Well… the rules in playing Crazy Eight are…,” you proceeded to tell Kenma all that he needed to know about playing the card game. “...I just want to know if I could also beat you like I’d beat both Tetsu and Shou-chan, that’s all,” you said modestly after cutting the deck in half before shuffling it again in a cute manner. Your doe eyes locked in with Kenma’s own golden eyes. “So, are you game?”

“You wanna beat me in a game of Crazy eight, huh? How bold...” Kenma chuckled, before cocking his head in a mocking manner. “Well, if that’s what my Y/N wants… Who am I to disagree? But...” He smirked, slowly crawling towards you like a lion targeting his prey, making you flustered and antsy, bringing his hand near your face before flicking his fingers over your forehead.

“Ow, it hurts…!” you cried, rubbing the stinging spot on your forehead.

Your boyfriend lightly pecked the tip of your nose, grinning. “...if you lose, you have to follow everything I say. Is that clear to you, kitten?”

Everything…? You gulped at the punishment given to you, a horde of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You brought your hand in salute, mumbling, “Y-yessir…!” and started dealing five cards each for the both of you before putting the rest of the deck in the middle of the futoned floor, all facing down.

Then you both decided on who goes first via janken. “Janken pon!” The two of you chanted while throwing your fists in the middle.

“Heh.” Kenma flashed you a somewhat Cheshire cat-like smile, in contrast to your scaredy-cat expression; the result: his ‘scissors’ won over your ‘paper'.

“AAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHH!!! Damnit, Kenma! You could’ve let me win though,” you whined, bringing your hands to your face, not letting him see your defeat. To be honest, Kenma knew you couldn’t really beat him in a game of janken, even after 10 tries. You sucked, still denying the fact that you really sucked.

“But I just wanna see that look on your face again after you tasted defeat, Y/N. It’s cute,” he confessed, crossing his arms to his chest and lips pouting again.

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as your face had gone red. This guy… if I win this, I will kiss that pout away from your pretty setter lips. Just you wait! You smiled, half-faking, willing your flustered cheeks to dissipate, and reached to flip for the first card. “Okay, let’s see the top card first.”

GAME START!

Hajimemashite

Mazu wa koe ni dashite

Tsutawaranai tte?

Nara kami ni kaite

Te wo tataite

Ashibumi shite

Gikochinakute mo

Utaimasho

Top card played: 10 of Hearts.

Kenma looked closely at the cards he had, then glanced at you looking anxiously back at him. He slowly closed his eyes, chuckling to himself, and dropped a 10 of Spades.

“Your turn, kitten.”

You curtly nodded, before quickly picking a 5 of Spades and dropped it on the pile. You wiped the sweat on your right hand using the throw pillow perched on your lap. Two cards had been dealt but you were starting to get nervous. It’s not just your boyfriend who’s playing against you right now, it’s the Kozume Kenma who is Nekoma’s ‘brain’, whom Shou-chan played against in a difficult but exciting match at the Nationals during their high school volleyball days. You shuddered a bit; his golden eyes were observing you, analyzing your every move, every expression—

“6 of Spades,” he mumbled, interrupting your thoughts, dropping said card onto the pile. And he winked at you, making your cheeks flushed a bit. You quickly averted yourhis gaze, cursing internally. Bastard.

Freut mich

Kimi ni

Enchantee

Nante

Chūcì jiànmiàn

Tsutaete

Cheoeum boebgessseubnida

Ii ka

You peeked into your cards at hand—clearly you didn’t have a card with that number and that 10 of Spades was your only card under that suit. You clicked your tongue and reached to pick a card in the deck.

“Aha, lucky~!” You hummed happily, dropping onto the pile the 3 of Spades you had picked from the deck. Maybe you also did a little dance in your mind while seeing Kenma’s eyebrows pinched together, his eyes peering closely at his cards. His hand then reached to pick a card from the deck and tucked it alongside his other cards before dropping another card on the pile.

Tre agrable

Kono mune

Mucho gusto

Kitai to

Muito prazer

Fuan de

Ochen priyatno

Douka

Nari sou

Nari sou

Demo moshikashite kimi mo onaji kamo

Dakara

[22:50.]

Current top card playing: 7 of Diamonds (Y/N’s turn)

Even with the chilling rainy weather, you we’re still sweating profusely. You bit the inside of your cheek for the nth time and clicked your tongue again. You only had two cards left on your hand (a 4 of Spades and a 9 of Clubs), Kenma only one, and only three remaining cards from the deck left. There were some few possible scenarios forming in your head, one of them involving you dropping either one of your remaining cards, and—if you’re lucky—him taking another card from the deck and (probably) dropping (hopefully) a card with either suit.

“Prepare yourself for the incoming punishment later, Y/N,” Kenma told you sweetly, his observing cat-like orbs still watching you; a smirk hiding behind that sole playing card he was holding. Even through the dimly lit room, the gamer could still see your cheeks go flushed.

“I-I won’t lose!” you stuttered, gripping the upper-right corner of one of your cards tightly, ready to deal any minute.

So cute, Kenma thought as he saw you dropping, no, slamming a 9 of Clubs on the pile. Really cute.

“Heh. Checkmate.”

“Wait what—“

He dropped his only remaining card on the pile. A 5 of Clubs. You yelled and wept in horror.

“Let’s play another round, Kenma! Please?” you kneeled and pleaded in front of him, on your face an expression of anguish.

“No can do, kitten. You said one round, and that’s enough.” He looked at you with his golden lovesick eyes, smiling softly. He then brought his hand and cupped your chin before leaning towards you.

“Now, time to punish you with my kisses and cuddles, loser.”

Hajimemashite

Mazu wa koe ni dashite

Tsutawaranai tte?

Nara kami ni kaite

Te wo tataite

Ashibumi shite

Gikochinakute mo

Utaimasho

[07:19. Kozume Residence.]

“Kenma! Y/N! Kenma!” Kuroo Tetsurou kept on calling both your names while continuously knocking on the front door of your house, but got no response. “Oi…!” He sighed, fishing his phone out from his coat pocket before realizing he couldn’t contact you both, and cursed as he put it back inside. Telephone lines were still down, but the power supply’s back. The rain had somehow slowly ebbed a few hours earlier, the downpour stopping completely about an hour ago.

Kuroo sighed again and fished the spare house key Kenma gave to him years ago after the latter moved in from his parents’ house (“...as a last resort,” he said to the former Nekoma captain), inserting it into the key slot before turning the doorknob and letting himself inside.

“Kenma… Y/N…,” he hollered across the semi-dark and quiet hallway, noticing both your shoes neatly arranged in the entranceway while removing his own shoes and slipping into some fuzzy cat slippers. Kuroo shuffled his feet towards the hallway until he saw the door to the living room slide open.

“Oya oya? Lookit here…” The sports promoter’s eyes widened at what he saw inside the living room. Never in the years he had visited Kenma’s house did he see a simple yet beautifully-built fort, blankets and scattered throw pillows and all. There were a few long-snuffed candles all over the room far away from the fort, and—Kuroo found this one endearing—his childhood friend sleeping beside you, cuddling you like a koala, his face mushed into your chest. You, on the other hand, had your chin perched atop his head, your arms and left leg wrapped around Kenma also. Both of you looked so cute sleeping like this, a few soft snores and dreamy mumbles coming from you two.

Kuroo grinned at the scene and grabbed his phone again, opening the Camera app… and the shutter went off.

Bonus:

[A few hours later (communication lines are up)...]

“The two of you are so cute in here, Y/N, Kenma~”

“Geh! W-why do you…”

“Awwwwwwww~ Kenken sleeps like a baby here! (insert crying noises)”

“I know, right? (insert hyena laugh) You two don’t mind me sharing this to the Cats GC?”

“I don’t really mind, since this candid shot is so cute…”

“But I do, Y/N. Now, Kuro, don’t share that in the group chat… i-it’s embarrassing as is to me. Or else I’ll leave...”

“Aw~ why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Killjoy. Ne ne, can you send it to me, Tetsu, pleeeeeeease?”

“Sure! Aaaand… sent!”

“Kuro…”

“Yes, yes… I’ll delete it no—oops.”

“?”

“Unfortunately, my thumb slipped.”

“...”

“You fucking rooster.”

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[sundaysundaes]

Make a Wish

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | College AU

Summary: It’s your birthday today and instead of giving you a box of gift, your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, decides to grant five of your wishes. You can’t help but feel a smirk creeping up your face. It’s time to get a little… creative.

This can be read as a stand alone but if you want to read it in order, you can start with Before Our Story Began and Jealousy. 

You were having a dream. A really nice dream about your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, where for once in his twenty-years of living, he promised himself not to whine about anything ever again for the rest of his life. He was situated in difficult positions—got an F for the papers that he’d worked on for days, overcooked his eggs until they tasted like a pile of ashes in his mouth during breakfast, or lost a battle because Jaemin was too distracted with Jeno’s dick rubbing against his ass during the game. And even then, he did not form any complaint or whine with his head thrown back like how he usually would’ve done. It was a pleasant dream, seeing him all mature like that.

But then you woke up to the sound of that boyfriend of yours, screaming—literally screaming—directly to your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY GIRL,” as if it wasn’t the middle of the night where he could wake up the whole dorm.

So now, you’re glowering at him with bleary eyes, wiping your drool away with the back of your hand. Haechan shows his phone screen, grinning when he sees you noticing with squinted eyes that it’s 00.00 am and the date written underneath it is your birthday.

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter, sinking your face back into the pillow and pulling the blanket over your head. “I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Haechannie.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Your boyfriend is loud, too loud. You understand that Jaemin is having a sleepover at Jeno’s place so Haechan has the entire room for himself but that does not give him the right to scream right next to your ear like this. Especially when you’re this sleepy with nothing but exhaustion pumping through your veins.

“Noona~” He shakes you by the shoulder, peeling the blanket off your body and succeeding, even when you’ve tried your best to keep it tangled around you. “Come on, it’s your birthday. We have to celebrate!”

“We’ll celebrate when the sun is out. Like normal people.”

“No way, come on! You can sleep some other time!”

“You can be annoying some other time.”

He huffs loudly, puffing out his cheeks. “If you don’t get up, I’ll do things to you.”

You sigh. You know what kind of things he’s referring to and as much as you love it, you’re really drained from the part-time job you did earlier today. It’s true that you haven’t had sex with him for more than a week or so and you kind of miss doing those sort of things with him but you’re just so tired that you ended up crashing face-first on his bed earlier this evening the second you arrived in his room. You hadn’t even kissed him properly yet.

“Okay, fine.” You sit up on his bed with your shirt—or rather, his shirt—all wrinkled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What do you want us to do? If it’s sex, you have to wait because I’m dead tired right now.”

“I wanted to give you your present, actually.” But the way he juts out his bottom lip seems like sex was exactly what he had in mind.

“Okay, so where is it?” You ask, considering you don’t really see him carrying a box of gift with a red bow wrapped around it.

“Well, it’s kinda predictable for me to be giving you like an actual present, so I thought hey, maybe I can grant you a wish. Any kind of wish,” he emphasizes, raising that eyebrow of his in the way he knows you like it. “If you know what I mean.”

You ignore him completely, though the sight of his sexy smirk still leaves you unfocused for a good few seconds. “Only one? On my birthday? Do you even want to do this or are you just making an excuse for not buying me a present?”

“Yah!” He scrunches his nose, playfully jabbing a finger to your stomach. “I don’t see you granting me any wishes on my birthday!”

“You wanted to come inside me and I allowed you to do just that. Twice. Stop being so ungrateful.”

That wipes the playful angry look off his face almost instantly. “You’re right, fine,” he concedes, looking at you with a disinterested look in his eyes. “How many wishes do you want then?”

“I don’t know, like, fifty?”

“The hell? Do I look like Santa to you?”

“If you keep eating those samgyeopsal past midnight, your belly will.”

“Stop body-shaming me, you little—“ He suddenly leaps over, attacking you with tickles to the sides of your stomach until you fall back to the bed with his bare chest hovering over your body. You retaliate by moving your legs around, trying to kick him away but failing every time. You can barely hold back your laughter. He only stops when your face grows scarlet and your chest heaving up and down, slightly out of breath. “I’ll give you three wishes,” he offers, a bit breathless as well. “Only because you look so irresistible right now with those lips of yours.”

“Make it ten, then.” You play with his necklace, twisting it around your finger. Your other hand draws a line on his golden skin, starting from the column of his neck down to his chest. “And I’ll be even more irresistible.”

“Hmm, tempting.” His lips slowly breaking into a sultry smile. “But no. I’ll give you three and that’s final.”

“If you give me five,” you say, hooking a finger around his silver necklace this time so you can bring his face down to yours and whisper in his ear, “I’ll let you cum in my mouth later today.”

His entire face beams up almost like a kid on his first school trip. “You get yourself a deal, sister!”

You smile, caressing his cheek softly with your fingers. His gaze softens, leaning against your touch like how a kitten would. “Well then, here’s my first wish,” you speak softly as if you’re telling a secret. Your lips are just a few inches away from his, and he licks his lower lip in anticipation. “No doing sexual activities whatsoever with me on my birthday.”

That sensual, excited look he has on his face earlier? Gone, being immediately replaced by sheer horror. “What?!” He shrieks when his realization sinks in. “BUT YOU SAID YOU’D LET ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH LATER TODAY!”

You grin at him, almost cackling out loud. “It’s not fun being on the other side of a prank, is it now, Haechannie?”

“You’re so—” But even the infamous Lee Haechan can be at loss for words. “Not even a kiss?”

“Not even a hug,” you clarify, pushing his body away with both hands so he ends up sitting on his heels, only in his boxer. “I’ll allow you to hold my hands but that’s it.”

“But why?” The way he whines the word ‘why’, loud and long, is just so him. “Hugging is like a totally normal thing to do! People hug all the time! Even kids do! It doesn’t have to be sexual.”

“It becomes sexual when you keep popping out a boner during one.”

“Screw you.”

“Not today, Haechannie. Not today.”

***

Haechan, no matter how bratty he can act from time-to-time, does keep his promise intact. He hasn’t touched you for like eight hours by now, even when you were taking a shower inside his room and ‘accidentally’ leaving the bathroom door open. You heard him groan, “Seriously? You’re doing this to me now? You’re torturing me, Nooonaaaaa~” once during your shower, but he didn’t act on his desire. You’re actually quite surprised. You know just how much this is driving him crazy.

“Let’s get some breakfast,” you say, already looking all dolled up in the red dress he once bought for you. You know how much he likes it, know how much his eyes ogle your body from top-to-toe, staring at the way the fabric hugs your body perfectly, emphasizing your every curve.

He glares at you menacingly. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?” You play dumb, though you're sure your grin betrays you. “Come on, I’m starving. I’ll let you hold my hand as we walk, just make sure don't get a hard-on in the meantime.”

“Have I told you I hate you today?”

“And I love you too, Haechannie.”

The cafe near the dormitory you usually visit to get your daily intake of calories is closed for the day. “Why are they closed?” You ask, adjoining your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Maybe the old man has diarrhea or something.” He shrugs, hands buried deep inside the pocket of his black ripped jeans. The way they tightly hug his legs, combined with those holes, is becoming very distracting for you. “I sure as hell, hope so.”

“Will you let it go already? It was an honest mistake.”

“How on earth is putting wasabi in my cream soup an honest mistake? He totally did that on purpose!”

“Yeah, well, knowing how you just straight-up told him he looked like a walrus, I’m not even surprised he spiked your soup.”

“Now that’s an honest mistake, in which I tried to be honest but came out as a mistake.”

“You didn’t have to tell him he looked like a walrus, though.”

“But he did!” He groaned, stomping his feet on the ground. “He totally did! Look me in the eyes and tell me he didn’t look like a walrus, come on, I dare you.”

You roll your eyes. He’s always one for the dramatic. “Should we go somewhere else? How hungry are you right now?”

“For your love?” He smirked, sending you a flirty wink. “Starving.”

You make an exaggerated gesture of you vomiting your insides. “If you’re not that hungry, wanna just go grab some crepes and take a walk in the park?”

“Sure, why not.” His shoulders are relaxed as he yawns unattractively, though it still counts as adorable in your book. “Let’s drop by to that bakery you told me before on the way home. I’m gonna buy you a birthday cake.”

That earns a surprised smile from you. “I didn’t think you’d be this thoughtful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always thoughtful.”

“Is calling a middle-aged man a walrus a form of your thoughtfulness?”

He snorts, tilting his head to the side with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since when did you get this sassy?” You’re about to put another retort when he suddenly kisses your cheek.

“Hey!” You abruptly step away from him, palming the side of your face. “What did I tell you about my wish again?”

He grins, eyes turning into a cute pair of crescents. “Honest mistake, babe.”

And you poke him in the abs until he drops to his knees, whining, “Whyyyyyyyy?” into the air.

There’s this park near your campus that has nice scenery—unexpectedly picturesque, even—with a huge fountain in the center of it. The green leaves of the camphor trees sway from the morning breeze, intoxicating you with a scent similar to how the pine trees smell after the rain. Children are running around, playing tags, with their parents sitting next to the fountain, busying themselves with their phones while occasionally mutters, “Be careful, don’t run too much!” from time-to-time because apparently, that’s what parents do these days.

Haechan exhales loudly as he takes a seat on the nearest bench, straightening his legs and patting a spot beside him. “Come here. I want to cuddle.”

“There are people around.”

“Since when cuddling becomes a crime?”

“It makes people uncomfortable.”

“You saying no makes me uncomfortable.”

You sigh. There’s no way of winning an argument with him. “Fine, but I’m not sitting on your lap,” you say, ignoring his pout as you take a seat next to him and hand him his chocolate-banana crepes. “Careful, you’re wearing a white shirt,” you warn, offering him his spoon. “It’ll be hard to take the stain off if—”

“I’m not a child,” he grumbles, taking the food roughly off your hand and grimacing when the chocolate syrup drips down to his shirt, staining the fabric. He blinks in surprise with his mouth wide open, before he looks back at you, only to receive a flat stare in return.

“I literally just told you that a second ago.”

Haechan shrugs. “It’s Jaemin’s shirt anyway, so I don’t care.”

With that, you bring your focus back to the food in your hand—a strawberry crepes with a scoop of vanilla ice cream—and takes a bite, almost moaning in delight when the sugary taste hits your tongue. “Man, why did I ever decide to go on a diet? This tastes so gooooood~”

Your smile and small giggle seem to be contagious because Haechan mirrors you almost in the same way though it has nothing to do with the dessert he’s holding. He observes, silently taking notes of the joyful expressions you display on your face while muttering, “How cute,” under his breath. Both of you take a moment to enjoy your so-called breakfast, sometimes taking a sip of your hot coffee to balance the sweet.

“You know,” Haechan says as he gnaws at his dessert again. “This isn’t really how I expected to go when I said I’d grant your wishes.”

“Yeah?” You decide to humor him, though you already know what he’s thinking. “Did you expect me to wish for something else?”

He nods, licking chocolate syrup off his spoon. “Something about you sitting on my face.”

You choke on a piece of strawberry you just plopped into your mouth, and you can feel it blocking your airways. “What are you—” Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes, as you begin to cough fervently.

“What are you, a kid?” Haechan pulls your hair away from your face, patting your back. “There, there.”

“Why on earth would I ask about that?!” You shout when you can properly breathe again.

“I don’t know, I just thought that maybe you wanted me to eat you out.” The way he shrugs so nonchalantly as if he’s simply talking about finding a typo in the papers he just submitted leaves you dumbfounded. “I mean, I kept teasing you about it during sex but never really did it since you were always too stubborn to beg.”

“And do you realize now how annoying you are in bed?”

“That’s not my intention, though!” He genuinely seems a bit guilty. “You just look so cute trying to hold back when it’s obvious you want my tongue inside you—”

“We’re in public, Jesus Christ—”

“It’s your pride that we have a problem with. Why can’t you just for once say, with teary eyes, ‘Haechannie, please, fuck me with your tongue’—”

“People can hear—stop it!” You try to clamp your palm around his mouth, but he dodges it perfectly and places a playful kiss on the back of your hand instead. “And are you seriously begging me to beg you for it? I don’t think that’s how it works, Hyuck.”

“It’s because I actually really want to eat you out,” he groans, sighing into the air, “But I also want to see that cute embarrassed look on your face—do you see how big of a problem this is for me?” His whine falls short when he notices the look on your face. “Wait, are you blushing?”

“I’m not!” But you know you are, you’ve never been so ashamed before. How can you not? Your boyfriend is now a) talking about eating you out, loudly, in public, b) there’s this one passerby, a middle-aged woman who dresses in way too many layers for a day as hot as this, looking at you with the most disgusted look you’ve ever seen displayed on a person’s face, and c) Haechan is still talking about it. “Shut up and just get away from me!”

“Noona, your face is so red!” He’s giggling to himself now, his crepes dribbling more chocolate syrup onto his shirt from how much he’s moving. “Did I get you excited? Does this mean you’re gonna—”

“Next wish! I’ve already thought about my next wish!” You quickly avert his attention, desperately pushing his face with one hand so he’ll stop making kissy faces at you. “I want you to perform a song.”

“What, here?”

“Yeah, you don’t have a problem singing in front of people, right?”

“Of course not,” he snorts loudly. “I have an amazing voice. You know, people should really be paying me to hear me sing, actually.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, though deep down in your heart, you kind of admit that he really does have an amazing voice. His vocal is unique and distinct, easily noticeable even if there are a hundred vocalists in the room. And the way he does his adlibs whenever he sings his favorite tunes actually makes the song sounds a thousand times better. There’s no way you’re going to tell that to his face, though. His ego is already big enough without you feeding him compliments.

“Well then, you’re in luck.” You grin mischievously, nodding your head toward a band that’s been playing acoustic songs near the fountain for quite some time. There are three people playing instruments, with one of them being the vocalist and you comment inwardly in your head that Haechan sounds so much better than him—but maybe you’re just biased. The band is promoting their demo album, trying to get people’s attention to recognize their self-composed songs and buy their album if they fit their taste. No crowds  are gathering in front of them, and you feel kind of sorry because they actually sound pretty good. “If you follow my wish and do it right, you could probably get some tips along the way.”

“You want me to sing with the band? I don’t think they’ll allow me though.”

“They will. I’ll buy their album in exchange.”

Haechan doesn’t seem eager at the slightest. “Must we waste our money away?”

“What, are you scared?” You taunt, raising one of your eyebrows challengingly because you know how much he hates to lose. And it works as expected, because Haechan is now standing up, throwing the rest of his crepes away to the nearest trash bin, and cracks his knuckles.

“Lee Haechan never runs away from a challenge.” He has this annoying cocky grin displayed on his face. “Tell me what song you want me to sing.”

“Your favorite. Man in The Mirror.”

“Dude, I nailed that song. Is this even a challenge?” He clicks his tongue, cocking his head. “So easy.”

He already has taken a few steps away, heading toward the band, when you stop him dead on his tracks by saying, “I know you nailed it. That’s why we have to keep it interesting so here’s my wish: I want you to sing out of tune.”

Even if you said that he was turning on his heels at the speed of light, it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration. “NO FUCKING WAY.”

“Ah, but sadly,” you fake a pout, mocking him, “You promised you’d grant my wish.”

“But that’s just stupid! Why would I do something like that? Why would anyone do something like that?” He shakes his head furiously. “And doing this to my favorite singer?! Hell no!”

“Haechannie.”

“No.”

“Haechannie.”

“NO.”

You sigh, walking closer to him and pull him down by the hand to close the gap between your heights and murmur in his ear. “If you do that,” you breathe out, trying your best to sound as sexy as you can, “I might consider buying that customized dildo you want this weekend.”

Haechan has his jaw hanging low on his face, looking at you with his wide eyes shaking in disbelief. “Oh my God,” he whines, placing both hands on your shoulders before rocking you back and forth. “Noonaaaaa~ This is soooo not fair. You can’t do this to me!”

You chuckle at how childish he is. “So, how is it going to be, Lee Donghyuck-sshi?”

He contemplates hard about it—really hard, probably the hardest thinking he ever did in his entire life—nibbling on his lower lip as he does it. After a moment has passed, he finally ends it with his signature pout. “But you promise, right? No pranking me this time?”

“I promise,” you say with a firm nod but you have your fingers crossed behind your back.

“Fine,” he says as if it was the heaviest decision he has ever made. “Then, I’ll sing… off-key—eww!” He sticks out his tongue, clutching his arms around his stomach. “I’m about to throw up my crepes just by thinking about it.”

“Good luck.” You pat his shoulder. “Oh, and make sure you sing the first part like you always do, so people will notice and start listening to how amazing your voice is. And when they’re so into it, as you get to the second chorus, that’s when you start singing off-key.”

Haechan’s eyes are lifeless when they bore into you. “Isn’t it time for you to go back to hell, Satan?”

“Remember, Haechannie,” you press a finger to your lips, winking at him. “Customized. Dildo.”

“I hate you.”

“And I love you too.”

So both of you get into the business. After the band performed an acoustic version of their titled song, you approach them with a smile, offering your hand to the vocalist. You tell them how talented they are, making sure to bedazzle them with compliments and your charming attitudes so things can go as planned. It’s actually not that hard trying to convince them to accompany your boyfriend sing, especially when you say you’re going to buy two of their demo albums.

“What song do you want to sing, dude?” The vocalist, a friendly man most likely in his twenties with a goatee on his face, asks Haechan while offering a fist bump. Your boyfriend grimaces, bumping his fist against him like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever done.

“Something wrong?” The man asks. “You look kinda pale, man.”

“He just ate something bad during breakfast earlier,” you come to answer him instead, rubbing Haechan’s back soothingly. “But he’s fine now. Can you guys play Man in The Mirror?”

“Michael Jackson, right? Sure thing.”

You elbow your boyfriend playfully on the side of his stomach. “Sure thing, he said.”

“I want to die.”

“Aaw, poor baby,” you pucker your lips, having the best time of your life making fun of him. “Now off you go, I’ll be right here.” And you bring your iPhone in the air, camera-ready with a tap of your thumb. Haechan has his eyes on the standing microphone, looking at it like it’s the most horrifying thing he’s ever witnessed in his life.

Haechan just barely takes a step forward before he runs back to your spot again, all jumpy and twitchy. “I can’t—I can’t do this—this is so embarrassing—”

“On three, okay, man?” The vocalist takes a seat on one of the little stools they have placed next to the amplifiers with his Fender guitar placed firmly on his lap. And before Haechan can give him a nod or any sign in return, he begins counting and the entire band plays the song. There’s no way out of this now.

Haechan finally walks toward the mic with his soul most likely leaving his body with every step he takes.

You give him a cheer as loud as you can—not to support him, but so you can gather people’s attention. Haechan shushes you down in panic before he finally takes the mic, constantly throwing ice daggers at you with his eyes. You begin to chant his name—“Lee Donghyuck! Lee Donghyuck!”—and with every shout of it, Haechan dies a little bit more.

Haechan falls two beats behind before he finally sings into the microphone, his voice resonating through the air. He does sound amazing, albeit a little nervous and that’s probably just because he’s doing the dare. He usually sounds confident, his voice sounding strong and clear not caring if the room is empty or filled with people so this anxious version of him really makes you think that maybe you’ve forced him a little bit too far.

He completes the first part of the song rather easily and the entire band behind him nod their heads along to the music, amazement sparkling in their eyes. You can see the vocalist quietly mouths, “Damn, he’s good,” to the member sitting beside him who shortly agrees wholeheartedly. You can’t help but smile at that, looking like a proud mom.

People, one-by-one, begin to gather around you, whispering to one another, asking, “Who is he? What band is this?” or simply praising his vocal and your smile grows wider. It vanishes almost instantly, though, the second you hear some girls chattering behind your back, talking about how attractive Haechan looks—especially in that leather jacket and those dark combat boots he’s wearing. You never pegged yourself to be a jealous, overprotective girlfriend before but with Haechan, perhaps you’re beginning to turn exactly into that.

Haechan, who seems pretty pleased with how he sang the first part, suddenly begins to fidget on his feet. The more he gets closer to the second chorus, the paler he becomes and he has his eyes tightly shut when he’s finally there, singing the first two lines in the right way before forcing himself to sing off-key.

You blurt out laughing but immediately clasp a hand over your mouth. Haechan looks like he’s in pain, and the rest of the band has their eyebrows furrowed in question, looking back and forth at each other, probably asking, what the hell is wrong with this dude, he was doing so good before. The audience begins to look at one another, eyebrows knitting in concern. New visitors stop in their tracks, looking at your boyfriend with judging looks on their faces. Even the parents that were so busy with their phones before begin to lift their heads from the screen, trying to know who is this terrible singer and why is he wailing like this.

Haechan sounds so awful and you can only imagine how much this is killing him from the inside. He barely gets to the end of the second chorus before he turns to face the band, bowing his head and shouting, “I’m so sorry!” before he scrambles on his feet, running toward you.

“Wait, Hyuck, you haven’t finished—” Your protest ends in laughter when Haechan rashly hooks an arm around your shoulder, breaking through the crowd and forcing you to match his steps so you can leave the park for good.

He’s never stepping into this place ever again, you’re sure of it.

***

On the way back to the dorm, you stop by the bakery you’ve been wanting to visit and Haechan buys you a birthday cake as promised but with a permanent pout displayed on his place.

“A cake for your girlfriend?” The cashier lady asks with a friendly smile.

Haechan simply pouts harder, muttering, “Yes, my super annoying girlfriend.” And you pop out from behind his back, raising a hand in the air as you beam at her with a cheeky grin, “Yep, that’s me!”

Haechan walks next to you on the sidewalk as if he just did the longest marathon he ever did in his life—all drained out and slow on his steps. His shoulders are hunched forward, his eyes droopy and every time you take a peek and share a glance at him, he’ll start fuming again—like an angry child, upset for being left alone in his grandma’s house while the whole family went on a trip.

“Okay, knowing how fast you’re walking right now,” you mutter sarcastically, looking at the nonexistent watch you wear around your wrist for dramatic effects, “We’ll be back in our dorm at approximately eighty-four years from now.”

“Whatever. I’m still angry at you.”

“But we just started! I thought you wanted to make me happy.” You try to look as sad as possible, batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s my birthday, you know.”

“I wasn’t aware that making you happy equals giving me emotional distress.” After two seconds passed by in silence, he adds, “And physical pain.”

You smile at the attitude he’s giving, wondering just how cute can this man be by the end of the day. Maybe you should keep torturing him a little.

Just a little bit more.

“Haechannie,” you roll his name off your tongue in a playful manner, wrapping both arms around his right one. “I’m ready for my next wish.”

“Didn’t you listen to any word I just said?”

“See that old lady over there?”

“Yeah, you clearly didn’t.” Haechan follows your gaze with a heavy sigh, not quite pleased with how easily you ignore his complaints, and he sees a grey-haired woman, old enough to be his grandmother, sitting alone on a bench with a book on her hands and her glasses hanging dangerously low on the bridge of her nose. Her cane lays still on her side, and by the look of it, she appears to be waiting for someone.

“Oh come on, leave her alone,” Haechan says, already looking sorry for her even when you haven’t said anything yet. “She’s so old and she looks so frail. I am not going to do your stupid dare at the cost of her life.”

You roll your eyes.“Relax, I won’t ask something that stupid.”

“Oh, because your first wish was just so brilliant, I suppose?”

“I’m serious, I’m not that mean.” Not to her, at least. “I just want you to sit next to her on the bench and act like it’s the worst day of your life.”

“I won’t be calling that acting,” he grumbles. “I am having the worst day of my life.”

“What? I thought we’re having fun!” You try so hard to look sympathetic enough for him but it’s almost an impossible deed to do when you’re seconds away from laughing.

“You’re having fun.” He squints his eyes menacingly. “I’m having a fucking seizure.”

“You’re fine, don’t be too dramatic.” You card your fingers through his hair, pushing back the bangs from his eyes to showcase his temple exactly the way you like it. “Well, I want you to act sad—like, really sad, bawling your eyes out and everything—and when she asks you why, explain that you just found out you’re adopted.” You press something against his palm. “Here.”

Haechan has his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he takes a look at it. “What’s this?”

“A postcard with a picture of your parents. I just bought it at the minimart before when you were in the bakery.”

“But…” He stares in horror. “They’re Americans.”

“Exactly.” You know there’s a shit-eating grin blooming on your face but you cannot wipe it off. “You can walk away after she tries to comfort you or give you some advice or something.”

Haechan keeps scowling at you as if he wanted to eat you alive, but you charm him with your brightest smile until he sighs and tucks the postcard in the back pocket of his jeans. “You know I’ll pay you back for this later, right?”

“Wha—I thought you said you’ll grant me any wishes for free!”

“MAN, IF I COULD JUST TURN BACK TIME—“ He yanks out his hair, making you a bit worried because you love his soft, adorable brown locks and he’s been tugging at them for quite some time today. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it. I no longer have any shame left in my body anyway. Or soul, for that matter.” He turns on his heels, straightening his jacket as if that could give him more courage. “You better not blink your eyes.”

“It’s okay even if I do.” You bring out your phone, waving it in the air. “’Cause I’m recording it. This will go viral on Youtube.”

“I hate you.”

“And I love you too, Haechannie.”

It takes a good ten minutes for Haechan to prepare himself for the stupid dare he’s about to do, even though he previously claimed he had no shame whatsoever. He paces back-and-forth at the sidewalk, stomping his feet once or twice restlessly, and mutters quietly to himself, “Man up. Man up, you idiot. It’s just a stupid dare.” You desperately want to have a miniature size of this Haechan and keeps him inside your pocket so you can watch him being nervously cute all day long with his cheeks puffed in anger.

“Okay, I’m going.” And he finally steps forward, braver this time, and sits down on the other end of the bench, twiddling his fingers in anxiety. You bite your lip to contain your laughter and press record.

Almost fifteen seconds have passed by and there’s no reaction, not even a glance, coming from the old lady. You can see Haechan nibbling persistently on his lip, his feet tapping worriedly on the ground before he finally lets out the loudest, heaviest sigh in the history of mankind. It’s so loud that it makes the old lady jumps on her seat, her hands going to her chest, her book left abandoned on her lap. Haechan also looks surprised knowing that she’s surprised and everything just looks so hilarious that your camera begins to shake from how hard you try not to laugh.

“I-is there something wrong, my dear?” The old lady asks, shifting her body a little on her seat so she can face him properly.

Haechan takes a deep breath and begins his act by burying his face in his hands, faking a sob. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I just—” He sniffles loudly, trying to make it obvious to her that he’s in agony. “It’s the worst day of my life.”

And it’s cheesy, how he acts, but she seems to buy it—or maybe she’s just too kind. “May I ask what happened? I’m not sure I can help but…” She lands her shaky hand on his back, caressing him soothingly. “It’s always better to pour your feelings out instead of bottling them inside.”

She sounds so genuinely compassionate, unlike the maniacal laughter that currently tumbles down your lips.

Haechan lifts his head, turning towards her. His eyes begin to droop, making him look like a kicked puppy. “I just found out…” He sniffs for dramatic effects. “That… That I’m adopted!” And he loudly whimpers into his hands again.

The old lady gasps, covering her parted lips with her thin fingers. “Oh my… Did your parents tell you that?”

“No, it’s even worse. I found out on my own when they were talking in their room.” Haechan rummages his back pocket, handing her the postcard. “Here, look. It’s a picture of my parents.”

The lady takes the postcard with a pair of heartbroken eyes but they soon begin to change when she notices that the two people in the picture are straight-up Americans, while Haechan, needless to say at this point, looks like the most common—though far more handsome—Korean boy you can encounter on daily basis.

“I know,” Haechan says, wiping a nonexistent tear out of his eyes and fakes another sob. “Surprising, isn’t it? I mean, we look so much alike, there’s no way I would’ve guessed I was adopted if I didn’t hear them talking about it behind my back.”

The old lady is still pretty much dumbstruck with how bizarrely stupid everything is, but she’s too kind to call him out on it. She hands the postcard back to him, looking much less sorry this time, and takes a moment of silence. Haechan cries against his palms again, and you wonder if he’s only faking it or being real about it this time because the entire situation is just painfully awkward.

“You see, my dear,” she begins, voice gentle and reassuring but the sincerity isn’t really the same as before. “Sometimes it really can feel like the world is ending, and I know that this must be hard for you,” she stops to knit her eyebrows, “no matter how obvious this should’ve appeared to you. But maybe it’s not about having a picture-perfect family, but about finding beautiful moments.”

“You’re right,” Haechan hurriedly agrees, his eyes twinkling in delight knowing that this excruciating dare is about to end. “I’m happy with them being my family, even if they’re not, you know, really my parents.”

She smiles but it kind of looks like a grimace, and she says her next words with a gentle pat on his back. “But shouldn’t you have noticed about it sooner, though, dear? You look nothing like them.”

And Haechan winces, not sure how to react. “I could be, uhh…” He licks his lips nervously. “Quite dumb, sometimes.”

“Yes,” she nods, still patting his back. “You certainly can.”

A tall man, at least ten years older than Haechan, approaches their spot with a paper bag in his arms. “Mom, are you ready to—” he stops to take a look at your boyfriend, trying to understand the situation of why is his mother sitting way too close to a guy dressed flirtatiously in a leather jacket and boots with her hand caressing his back. “What are you guys doing?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m adopted,” Haechan says, handing him the same stupid picture. “She’s just consoling me about it.”

He takes a look and sends him his biggest judging look. “Dude, what are you, stupid?”

***

Haechan is still fuming all the way back to his dorm and no matter how much you apologize about it, he still doesn’t want to talk to you. He throws himself on his bed with his shoes still on the second he enters his room. You’re still smiling quietly to yourself, can barely handle all the cuteness he’s emitting.

“Haechannie,” you gently call, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Are you still upset?”

No answer.

“Look, I said, I’m sorry. Talk to me, please?”

Haechan has his face pressed flat against his comforter and you secretly wonder whether he can even breathe in that position. A few seconds passed by in silence before Haechan finally mumbles, “Did it make you happy?”

“What, you doing my stupid dares?” You can already feel another laughter bubbling up your throat but you have to contain it. You can’t hurt him more than this. “Yes and I know I’ve been mean to you and I’m sorry for that, but you were so cute.” You run a hand along his spine before you carefully caress his hair as a mother would do to a child. “Please don’t be mad.”

He eventually sits up, crossing his legs on the bed, sniffling a little bit while still avoiding eye contact. “Well, I guess, as long as you’re happy.”

“Are you crying?”

“No,” he states, practically puffing out his cheeks by now. “I’m just so embarrassed with all of this. Why are you being so mean to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, come here.” You motion him to come closer, and you know it’s breaking the rules of your first wish but you don’t care. This giant teddy bear desperately needs a hug.

Haechan immediately sighs when you stand with your knees pressed on the bed, wrapping both arms around his head. He sinks his face to the crook of your neck, lowly murmuring, “I hate you,” with his breath fanning your skin.

“You’ve been saying that a lot.”

“Yeah, because you’re mean.”

“But I love you even more today,” you softly reply, pulling away a little so you can trace your fingers along the smoothness of his cheek. “You’re so adorable, Hyuck, do you know that?”

“Is singing out of tune and harassing old lady your kink or something?”

“That’s not it.” You pinch the bridge of his nose, making him yelp a little. “It’s just the way you forced yourself to do these things—these things you hate the most—for me and asking me whether they made me happy or not, while still being all grumpy about it. You’re just so cute and I love you for that.”

The sun is setting outside his window, illuminating his face with such a warm, beautiful glow that somehow makes him appear a bit more melancholic and angelic at the same time. He finally drags his eyes back on yours, with his bottom lip still jutting out slightly. He says the next four words so quietly under his breath that you can barely hear them. “What?”

“I said, I love you too,” he repeats in a rush, before he sinks his face in the slope of your neck again, whining all the way. “Don’t make me say it like this, it’s weird.”

And you notice that this is actually the first time he truly confesses his love for you. He’s joked about it a lot, toying with your feelings at least ten times within a day, casually throwing the word love as if it meant nothing more than mere decoration for his flirtatious lines. But now that he’s saying it in all the seriousness he can muster, he can barely look you in the eyes, can barely say it without whispering, and it’s cute how the usually confident Lee Haechan, crumbles into nothing but a shy little boy facing his feelings for the first time.

“Ah seriously,” he murmurs against your hair. “What are you doing to me? I’m not usually like this.”

You can’t help but tease him. “Yes, you’re usually more satanic.”

“Yah—”

And you stop him with a soft kiss to his lips. You can feel him taking a sharp breath, his arms stiffening as they circle your waist. You’re about to kiss him again when you feel him tensing against your body. Noticing how he looks a bit baffled, you carefully tug yourself away. “What is it?”

“I thought you said we couldn’t kiss today,” he tells in such a small voice.

“I said no sexual activities,” you retort with a sly smirk, making a poor excuse because you really miss kissing him. “This isn’t sexual,” you say, pressing your lips against his again but stop before he can return it. “This is romantic.”

He’s so distracted with your lips that he can barely take his eyes off them even when he talks. “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You can’t help but grin but it does not stay long when Haechan suddenly hooks his arm around your hip and pulls you closer until you’re forced to climb into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist for balance.

“Haechan—” Your protest is swallowed by his kiss, his lips chasing after yours almost frantically. You can tell how much he misses you from the way his lips move against yours, or from the way he moans softly at the back of his throat as he settles his hand on the side of your face. His other hand holds you tighter by the waist, his fingers fisting the fabric of your dress. He angles your head to the side, kissing you with parted lips and swiping his tongue along your lower one so you’ll gain him entrance.

“Noona,” he whispers between quick breaths, sounding almost needy. “Noona, I need—”

“Okay, stop.” You place your arms on his shoulders, expanding the space between you. You can’t believe you almost got carried away. “Now this is getting sexual. Let’s head over to my next wish.”

“Wait—but I’m—” He stares at you bewilderedly, not believing the fact that you just casually drag your body away from his lap, smoothen down your hair as if nothing just happened. “Are you serious? You’re playing with me again? When I’m like this?”

“Sorry.” You peck him on the cheek, hiding your grin. “So, for my next wish—”

“Yah! Listen to what I’m saying—”

“I want you to—”

“Noonaaaaaaaa~”

“—sing me a lullaby.” His whining stops abruptly at your words and you quickly explain further before he does it again, “I’m sleepy so I’m gonna take a nap. Your job is to sing me a lullaby until I fall asleep. Easy, right?”

“You really just do whatever you want, don’t you?”

“Only for today. You, on the other hand, do that every day.”

“Fair enough. Do I get to choose the song?”

“Sure.” Knocking your high heels off your feet, you lie down on his bed with a thump, contentedly basking in his scent because his pillows, the duvet underneath you, the soft sheet below your fingertips—everything smells pleasantly like him. Haechan takes off his shoes and his leather jacket—which almost earns a loud protest from you because he looks so good with that jacket on—throwing them somewhere near the bed without care and he lies down by your side, facing you.

You turn your body to face him as well. “Hey, handsome.” You smile sheepishly at him.

He seems a bit caught off guard by it, but smiles back. “Hi.”

“Can we cuddle?”

He laughs softly at that. “Come here.” He gathers your entire figure easily in his arms and you sink your nose to his chest, humming in pleasure. “Stop being so cute, you’re torturing me.” You only giggle in response.

Haechan begins to sing, slowly at first as if he suddenly feels pressured with the way the room is so deep in silence, leaving no excuse for him to make in case he fails. You notice that, so you sneak both of your arms around his waist, snuggling even closer. “Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.”

“I’m not. Why would I be?” He masks his slightly shaky voice with a chuckle. “It’s just that your hair keeps getting into my mouth whenever I try to sing.”

“Of course.” And you keep your lips tightly shut, giving him the time he needs.

Haechan takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Had a perfect picture in my head, with you in the most beautiful dress,” he sings, beautiful notes flowing down from his lips, making you feel like everything around you becomes a blur and there’s only him with his velvety voice and his soft, warm breathing. “I look happy as ever, how did I let you go again.”

He gains confidence with more seconds passing by and you can feel his arms growing slack around your waist, no longer as tense. “Now I'm standing alone in the rain, like the kinda movie that we used to hate. Wish I could take back the time, but I know this time it's real.”

You’re not sure whether it’s because of the lyrics or the way he sings, but as beautiful as his honeyed voice sounds, you can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness growing inside you. It’s as if he’s not singing the song, he’s living through it. And you wonder maybe he’s had his heart broken by someone before—or maybe he’s just so good at putting emotions to his song, you’re still not sure yet.

“Hate that I'm singing this song. Hate that I have to be strong.” Haechan absentmindedly runs his fingers up and down your spine, before he tangles them around the strands of your hair, gently stroking them. “Hate that you're gone. I hate all my flaws. Hate that you love someone else. Hate everything. Just hate everything right now.”

It’s so genuine and soft the way he serenades you, baring his soul and you’re not even looking at his eyes as he sings it. By the end of it, you can’t help but ask him a question. “Will you be singing that song if you ever break up with me?”

He curls up closer, burying the tip of his nose in your hair. “No,” he says but continues before your disappointment can sink in, “If we ever break up, I won’t be doing anything besides getting you back. I don’t like to lose, you know how I am. And I definitely don’t want to lose something—or rather, someone—this important to me.”

“Stop flirting with me,” you chime in, pulling away a little so you can take a look at his face. “You already have me wrapped around your fingers.”

But Haechan doesn’t smile or act cocky about it. He just takes his time analyzing your face, taking in your features as he trails his fingers down from your hair, to your cheek, and finally stopping at the curve of your lips. “I was so worried before though when you met your ex behind my back. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just…” He loses his words when you begin to kiss his fingertips, his eyes becoming unfocused. “I don’t know, I just got anxious about it. I’ve never had someone like you before so…”

It really just sinks in that he wasn’t merely angry because you were seeing your ex-boyfriend again, he was just afraid. He was terrified of losing you but didn’t know how to react properly. He keeps on telling that you belong to him, that he owns you and everything but he doesn’t intend to dominate you. It’s just a way for him to convince himself that you’re still with him, and not in someone else’s arms.

You can feel your lips curving up into a smile. He’s just a clueless boy, probably still as inexperienced as you are when it comes to love.

You’re sinking more into his arms, sighing as he rakes his fingers down your spine. When silence starts to hang in the air, tension growing thick, Haechan spares you a glance. “Noona?”

You’re not sure what it is inside you that drives you wild but when you’re awake from your reverie, your lips are on his again, melting against his heat, and desperately asking him to deepen the kiss.

The way he inadvertently moans against your lips indicates that your kiss catches him off guard but he soon finds back his pace. He crawls on top of you, pressing your body closer, chest meeting chest, and murmurs your name with his silvery voice against your ear, successfully sending goosebumps to every inch of your body.

“Forget my first wish.” You can barely recognize your own voice from how husky it has become. He has his lips tracing your jawline, about to map his way down but you keep him still, not wanting to erase the warmth of his lips on yours just yet. “It’s a stupid wish anyway. I don’t know why I even asked that.”

Haechan forms a space between you, just to take another look at your face. His eyes are hooded, gleaming with desire. “Well then,” he rubs his thumb along your lower lip, while his tongue traces his own. “Can I kiss you more?”

“Yes.” It sounds more like a plead than affirmation, strongly painted with urgency. “Come here.”

Haechan’s lips are warmer than how they usually felt but you can’t be certain. It’s been a while since you last shared an intimate moment with him and you just now realized that it really isn’t just him who desperately seeks attention. You crave his touch way more than he does for yours.

But maybe that’s not true after all, because Haechan has his eyebrows furrowed as he kisses you passionately, his lips keep searching for yours whenever you try to pull away to catch a breath. The way he sinks his fingers along your hips, how determined he is in keeping you close to the point you can start counting on his eyelashes—everything that he does screams his emotions vividly. How much he longs for you. How much he misses the taste of your breath on his tongue.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, your fingers pressed against his jaw. “Please…”

Haechan blinks, a bit startled and perhaps a tad confused as well, considering you stopped him from going too far earlier. But he doesn’t complain and takes every chance he can get, if it means he can be closer to you. It’s so soft, the way he kisses you now, as if he’s having his first kiss, not sure if he’s doing it right but you don’t mind. It’s rare, being kissed by him like this, and somehow it makes your skin tingle as if merely just a touch of his lips is sending electricity to your entire body.

“I love you,” you whisper as you share his breath. “I really do love you, Hyuck.”

The way he halts his action for a good two seconds, probably letting your words sink into his head, makes your own heart skip a beat or two. And you’re worried if you say too much, or if you’ve become too needy and it annoys him, but when you sneak a glance at him, you notice how his cheeks are tainted with red before he leans closer, roughly murmuring, “Just kiss me again,” against your lips.

But the way he’s holding your body makes you feel way more loved than the words he said earlier. And he’s taking his time, just gently moves his lips against yours, his tongue slipping in only slightly to steal a taste. But you sigh against his mouth either way because it’s not only his kiss that weakens you, it’s his entire presence—the way his warmth seeps through the fabric of your dress, the way he’s holding back a moan when you unconsciously tug his locks a little bit too hard, or the way he just naturally smells so sweet, almost honey-like, numbing your other senses at once.

“Noona,” he breathes heavily, tilting his head to the side so you’ll have better access to running your lips against the skin of his neck. “I want… I need…” he trails off, too busy looking at the way you’re slipping your fingers underneath his shirt, tracing his hot feverish skin with your cold digits. “I really need you now.”

“Then keep touching me,” you mumble against his jaw, searching for his lips again. “I want to feel you too. Come closer.” But even if your words speak a sense of urgency, your fingers still feel as light as a feather on his skin and he seems to notice that, because he’s keeping up the same pace, not suddenly rushing to tear your clothes apart like how he usually does.

He chants your name over and over again, almost like a prayer, his desire running thick in his veins. As he moves down, his fingers find their way to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly, and he takes his time to kiss every inch of your body that’s revealed to him one by one.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this to you,” he confesses, his nose skimming along the skin of your shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.” You arch your back, desperately needing to close the space between you. “I’ve missed you too.”

And you’re half-expecting him to put on a smirk and asks, “Yeah? How much, exactly?” But this time, he doesn’t. His lips are busy marking your skin, sucking gently at the spot that makes you curl your toes. He brings his eyes back to yours again when your lips moan out his name.

“Don’t do that,” he says, looking like he’s gradually losing control of himself. “You know how that drives me crazy.”

“I thought you liked it.”

“I love it, but—” He suddenly presses his lips hard against yours, as if there’s another person inside him that’s been screaming at him to latch his lips with yours before he wastes more second talking nonsense. And you try to reciprocate the movement of his lips with the same speed but he doesn’t give you much room to improvise. He knows what he’s doing, all you need to do is just relax and blend into the kiss. He already makes everything so easy for you. The problem is, he makes you feel like something is pressing against your chest and your stomach is doing crazy flips over and over again.

He finally stops again when you gasp his name.

“Ah, no, seriously.” It’s like he’s fighting a battle within himself, pulling away from you and shaking his head. “I want to take it slow today, Noona, but you moaning my name like that is not making it easy for me so please, just don’t—” He exhales, pressing his temple against yours with his eyes closed. “Don’t torture me like that.”

It’s cute how he tries to hold back, trying to be as gentle as possible. “I’m fine with the way you usually hold me, though.” It’s tempting, and he’s pretty much dazed with the sultry smirk you have on your face, but he shakes his head again, snapping him back from his own thoughts.

“No, it’s your birthday,” he says, eyes switching back and forth from your eyes to your lips as he tries to enunciate his reason. “I want to make it special.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “So you’re saying that all the sex we did before today wasn’t special to you?”

He gapes. “No, that’s not—”

“Just kidding.” You giggle, pecking his cheek. “Okay, then, do your thing.” You sit up straight so you can undress properly and his eyes are instantly glued to your chest when your bra slips down your shoulders. You don’t really intend to make it sexy, but the way his eyes grow wide when you say “I’m all yours,” and lies down on his bed again in nothing but your laced underwear seems to indicate that that’s exactly how you look in his mind.

He mutters an almost inaudible fuck under his breath before he snaps himself out of his reverie again. He stands with his knees pressed on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before he hovers back on top of you, peppering wet kisses from your ear to your neck before he ends it with his tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts.

He stops to reach for his drawer, searching for a condom while you struggle to unfasten his belt and unbutton his jeans. You’re finished a few seconds sooner and already have your back pressed against the sheet again when he crawls on top of you with a packet of condom between his teeth.

“No, wait.” You catch him by his arm as he’s about to tear the package with his teeth. “I’m on the pill today too so you can do it without.”

“Well, fuck,” he exhales, latching his lips back to yours again. “Why are you being so nice to me today?”

“You literally just complained about me being mean to you a few minutes ago.”

“Well, now that I get to come inside you again, I’m taking all my words back.” He gives playful kisses on your nose and cheeks before he licks around your face like how a cute little puppy would.

“Stop it, you’re gross!” But your airy laughter soon begins to vanish, only to be replaced with a sense of uncertainty. You begin to feel nervous when he hooks his fingers around the edge of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, baring yourself completely for his eyes. He’s seen you naked countless times and you never really felt this nervous before so it must be because—

“You seem to be thinking about something,” he interrupts, parting your legs so he can slide in between them. “Something wrong?”

“Umm—I—“ It’s not the way you stutter that betrays you; it’s the prominent blush that stains your cheeks. But you have to do this. You have to say this. Not just for your sake, but his too. “Haechannie..?”

“Yeah, Noona?”

“For my next wish…” You wet your lip anxiously, swallowing your breath, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. “C-can you eat me out, please…?”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so startled by your action—or by anything, really—to the point that he has to remind himself to blink. “What?”

You groan, hastily grabbing a pillow nearby and use it to cover your face. “Don’t make me say it again, you idiot!” You expect him to laugh, or worse, mock you about it but instead, he snatches the pillow away, throwing it to the side, and wraps his fingers around your wrists, holding you in place.

“Noona, please,” he pleads, his cheeks turning scarlet, mirroring yours. “Please say it again. I want to see you when you say it.”

It’s actually borderline hilarious the way he’s so serious about it, and perhaps it’s really his biggest turn on—one that he hasn’t seen coming from you after all this time—so you decide to swallow your pride and indulge him further.

You repeat your words and watch as his eyes widened again for a split second before they turn gentle, looking so happy that you finally get to answer his wish. “About damn time,” he whispers against your lips, his husky voice reverberating nicely to your ears as he tastes every bit of your mouth with his tongue. He wastes no more time, heading south while placing more wet kisses down your body.

His lips are hovering above your heat, and you can really feel his breath down there. You have your eyes closed in anticipation but Haechan suddenly says, “You know what, let’s do it this way.”

He leaves you hanging and you’re about to be swallowed by shame but he suddenly lies down on the bed, his head almost touching the headboard, and motions you to come closer. “Come here.”

“What?”

“I want you to sit on my face,” he says and you almost choke on your saliva. “Come here, Noona. Please.”

And it stresses you out so much because you’ve never done this before—never even thought about it even—and you figured you just had to lay there and let him do whatever he wants with you. Crawling over to sit on his face is clearly not what you had in mind.

“Come on,” he lightly sneers when he sees how nervous you are. “I won’t bite.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, feeling a little bit lightheaded from how embarrassed you are, but when he offers a hand, you take it and follow his lead.

You have your legs on each side of his head and he’s holding you by your hips, guiding you to lower yourself down to him. “Stop being so tense,” he chuckles and you flinch because he’s so dangerously close. “It’s not like I’ve never seen you up-close before.”

“It’s different—” You gasp when he swipes his tongue against your folds, just once, before he asks, “Different how?”

You’re too occupied with sorting out your feelings and all these sensations that coming into your head at once. “I don’t know, it’s weird—” You almost whine when you feel him moving his tongue again.

“Your thighs are shaking, Noona,” he chuckles, and you clench your teeth, trying to be less conscious of how his hot breath hitting your sensitive spot.

“Please, s-stop talking.”

“I’m trying to make this casual,” he says, his voice sounding less clear as it hits your skin. “If I stop talking, you’re gonna start thinking about things again.”

“I’m not—Haechannie—” You bring your fingers to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning too loud. He’s giving tentative licks around your clit, moving agonizingly slow and you fumble with your hands, not knowing where to place them. Everything feels both terrifyingly good and painfully awkward and you’re trapped between wanting to continue and stop at the same time.

“Here,” Haechan offers, taking one of your hands and guides it down until it finds home in his hair. “Or you can lay your hands against the headboard. But I prefer you do it this way so I’ll know if you’re feeling,” he stops to licks a stripe up your folds, making you shiver, “good, or,” this time, he stops to suck hard on your clit, startling you with the amount of pleasure jolting through your veins that your body begins to tremble. “Extremely good,” he finishes, moving to the side so he can place a kiss on your thigh, letting you feel his teasing smile on your skin.

Your breathing tatters as he continues with his ministrations, now adding one of his fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. Your head hangs low, and you’re not able to tear your eyes away from his face. Seeing him between your thighs, with his eyes closed as if he’s enjoying every second of it, is just the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

“You seem to be much more relaxed now,” Haechan leans back to show you his godforsaken smirk, “Good girl. Are you starting to regret the fact we didn’t do this sooner?”

And you want to be upset about it—about how he’s still teasing you even during this moment—but the way his breath keeps fanning against your sensitive skin makes you weak. “Please just…” You’re about to sob because it’s too damn embarrassing to be put in this situation. “Stop teasing me, Hyuck…”

Haechan blinks at your expression, his gaze immediately softens. “I’m sorry,” he says, kissing you gently on the inner part of your thigh again. “You’re just so damn cute, I can’t help but tease. Forgive me?”

And you just answer with a small nod because that’s all you can offer before his lips are pressed against your entrance again, tongue slipping inside to know how you really taste. 

“Wait—” You begin to panic from how good and weird it feels. “L-let’s stop for a sec—It’s too much—” The shame, the sensation, the pleasure—they’re all hitting you hard at once and you’re too nervous to function properly.

Haechan sneaks a glance at your face, taking in the way it contorts into several emotions at once. “Baby,” he calls out softly, which sends shivers down to your core. “Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.”

You notice how he’s imitating your words from earlier and that gives you the chance to think about something else. “But… What about you..?” You ask, making eye contact with him and gulping when he raises his eyebrow in question. “I mean, I can’t please you like this.”

“Oh…” He leans his head down to the bed, giving you the space you want but not exactly what you need. “Then… Wanna do it at the same time?”

You nibble at your bottom lip, slowly nodding your head and his eyes gleam excitedly in response.

“Ah, you’re the best, seriously,” he exhales, dreamily looking at you. “All right then, turn around.”

***

It’s two hours before midnight when another idea pops up in your head. “Haechannie,” you call him out, as you click off your phone and turn to him. Hearing him humming in response, you continue. “Call Jaemin and the rest of your cute little boyband.”

By the tone of your voice, he knows he’s going to go through hell again. He groans out loud, head dangling around the edge of his bed. “Why is this day not over yet, I swear to God—”

“Just call them, I’ve got something in mind.”

“Don’t tell me you want me to make-out with them or something.”

“Why, are you interested?”

He grimaces, sticking out his tongue. “I’d rather die.”

“Glad that’s not what I’m asking then.” You climb up to join him on the bed, sitting next to his body with your knee almost touching the side of his head. He shifts around, placing his head on your lap, and stares at you with tired eyes.

“Please don’t be too mean to me this time,” he begs and you snort, can’t believe that the mischievous Lee Donghyuck actually begs you to spare his life.

You card your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch. It doesn’t last long though, his blissfulness, because on the next second, you say, “I want you to play that online game you always play with them but be terribly bad at it.”

“WHAT—“ He blurts out, sitting upright in such a rush that he almost knocks your heads together. “WHY—HOW COULD YOU—”

“Okay, breathe.”

“But this is too much!” He whines, his eyes widening in horror. “I have a status to uphold! You can’t do this to me!”

“Look, if it matters that much to you, I’ll give you permission to explain the situation to them.” You squeeze his hand, smiling understandingly at him. “You can tell them that you’re doing this because you’re granting my birthday wish.”

That manages to calm him down a little. “So I can let them know before the game? Oh, thank God—”

“No, a month after the game.”

“WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL—”

“Just do it already!” You shout out with a teasing grin strapped to your face. “You owe me at least that much after I let you come in my mouth.”

He gapes, eyes widening in shock. “That was for this?! I feel so tricked!”

“Well, I wasn’t thinking about that before but—” You shake your head, waving the rest of your sentence away. “Come on, Haechannie, please, please, please~” You rub your hands together, batting your eyelashes again.

He grumbles, pushing you away. “Stop doing that aegyo on me, I’m not doing it!”

I’ll grant you five wishes for your birthday!” You can’t believe you’re saying this and you know you’re going to regret it later in the future but there’s still time and you hope he’s gonna forget about it when the time arrives. Hopefully.

Haechanlooks extremely tempted at that. “Any kind of wishes?”

You wince but nod eventually. “As long as it’s nothing sexual.”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.” His smirk is back and he’s doing it so cockily that it sends shivers down your spine. Well, you can work over that problem later. “Fine, let’s go. Give me the phone.”

Haechan calls Jaemin an asswipe the first second he gets connected but by the sound of his voice coming from the other line, he’s not even bothered in the slightest. “Get off Jeno’s dick for once and log back into your account. Bring Jisung with you. I’ll be online in ten minutes and if I don’t see you there, I’ll text your mom the real reason why you didn’t show up on Christmas Day.” And he shuts off his phone with a click, throwing it randomly on his bed.

“Do boys normally make phone calls like that?” you ask, judging him.

He only shrugs, “Cooler ones do.”

“What happened during Christmas Day?”

“Jaemin got his ass drunk, went out with Jeno, and ended up having a threesome with a stripper.” He yawns, throwing himself back on the bed again. “I’m just glad they didn’t take Jisung with them. He’s been through a lot, that poor kid.” And when he sees you raising an eyebrow in question, he just waves you off. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

There’s a lot of shouting in the background when the game started, most of it coming from the other line of Haechan’s headphones that’s strapped to his ears. You lean close to him so you can hear Jeno shouting at him, “Yah! What the fuck, Lee Donghyuck?! I thought you said you were going left!”

“I am going left.”

“THAT’S NOT LEFT, YOU IDIOT!”

And you feel sorry for your boyfriend for degrading himself on purpose like this. “As you can see,” he says, wincing as his ears begin to ring from all the shouting. He mutes his headphone as he focuses back on you with his fingers angrily tapping on his keyboards. “This causes me physical pain. I hope you’re happy.”

“I am happy.” You peck him on his cheek. “You’re the best. I love you.”

Haechan snorts, looking away and tapping his headphone again to unmute his microphone. “Hey assholes, I just died again. Sorry about that.” More screaming and angry rantings can be heard from the other line and you savor the moment as long as you can. It’s not every day you can see your cocky boyfriend being bullied by his underlings.

It’s too fun watching him play with his face contorting like he’s in deep agony that you begin to lose track of time. You just realize how late it is when Haechan suddenly quits the game, puts his PC back to the sleeping mode, and turns his chair around to face you. You suddenly feel nervous as you sit on the edge of his bed, with him staring at you with a sinful smile creeping up his face, crossing his legs.

“Ten, nine, eight,” he says, tapping his fingers and you flinch in realization. “You better start running, Noona.” He walks over, chucking off his shirt on his way to you whilst continuing his countdown. His silver necklace glints under the fluorescent light of his room and he bends down, trapping you between his arms. “Because I’ll be in charge in three… two…”

You gulp, your heart thrumming loudly against your ribcages as you feel his lips hovering dangerously above yours.

“One.”

***

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BNHA characters react to you flinching at their voice/touch

warnings: y/n clearly has been abused in this situation so pretty much abuse/trauma behind abuse, flinching, trauma in general, crying,

| bakugo x reader, izuku x reader, hawks x reader, shigarki x reader, kirishima x reader, dabi x reader, all might x reader, aizawa x reader |

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Bakugo

- Is naturally loud as fuck so when you flinched he was like ???

- Wouldn’t hesitate to come over and see what he did wrong

- probably very angry at first because he hates whoever would hurt his girl

- calms down enough to hold you

- He’s a softy, but only for you so he’d definitely ask if he had to kill someone

- Would call you a stupid nerd and reassure you that he’ll literally never hurt you, like ever

Bakugo is a very animated person, extremely loud, and always throwing his hands around. So when he had reached out his hand to pull you in for a kiss and noticed your entire body flinch he got pissed. Not at you, but at the idea someone had ever hurt you. He let out a growl, noticing you grab his hand to calm him.

“Don’t do that nerd, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said, letting you pull yourself against his body. “You don’t have to tell me kitten, but I’ll fucking send them straight to hell if you want.”

“No, just want you to hold me. Sorry for flinching..” Fucking hell. Those words hurt him, he wanted to hurt whoever made you feel this way.

“I’d never hurt you, fucking nerd. C’mon and lay down with me, can’t have you all sad for me.”

Izuku

- immediately would take notice of what he did and literally never do it again

- would kiss your head and say it’s okay

- warm blankies and soft cuddles

- literally apologize and give constant reassurance

- forehead kisses

- most definitely thinks up a plan to make you feel comfy 100% of the time

What did i do? Deku was panicking and trying to find the source of what had you crying. “What did I do princess? Please talk to me.” He begged, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to scare you love bug..” He was way too gently and caring, it made you cry harder that he’d even think he did something wrong. So when you explained your past, he gave you a soft forehead kiss and got up, coming back with your favorite hoodie of his. He picked you up, held you close and cuddled with you for hours. He whispered about how he’d always protect you, then would give a few soft kisses over your face before reassuring that you were okay. He promised himself from that moment on he’d do anything he could to never let you feel that way again.

Hawks

- would probably cry

- absolute softie, he’d wrap you up between his wings

- wouldn’t let you leave his arms until you stopped crying

- secretly planning to find the person who hurt you and kill, fight them

When you admitted to Hawks why you were always so flinch around him he almost cried. You were sitting on his lap, little tears falling as he just wrapped you both in the warmth of his wings. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you little bird.” He kissed your shoulder, a few tears falling from his own cheeks as he held you close. He felt hurt that someone could ever bring harm to his favorite person in the whole world, and he’d do his best to never make you feel unsafe again. “I got you little bird..” He reassured as his arms cradled you in the warmth of his wings, tempted to keep you there forever.

Shigaraki

- used to people flinching at him, but is definitely confused

- feels bad because its you

- tries to be comforting, kinda sucks at it

- puts you in his lap and plays video games until you wanna talk about it

- promises to kill them if you want him to

“What? Did you really think I’d use my quirk on you?” He was honestly a little annoyed, never imaging the words you told him next. Someone had hurt you? His world, the only thing he felt was keeping him grounded to the small amount of sanity he had left? His blood boiled. “I’m not against murder, I can make it slow an painful if you’d like?” he suggested, tilting his head like a puppy to watch you. When he didn’t get a response, he got up from his gaming chair, picked you up and placed you comfortably in his lap. He didn’t say anything else, just wrapped his arms around you and let you nuzzle his neck as he played his game.

Kirishima

- probably cries about it later

- feels super bad because he literally would never hurt you

- lots of cuddles

- now understands a lot more about why you are the way you are

- gives you a heating pad and tea

- probably confused but wants to do whatever he can

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks gently, leaning down to sit in front of you. “Are you okay?” He was super confused right now. He had never seen you do that before, and definitely didn’t wanna see it again. You looked so heartbroken when your eyes met with his, and you poured out all those built up emotions to him. He felt sad. He didn’t understand why you always seemed standoffish in a lot of situations, but now a lot of pieces about you were clicking together. “I don’t .. I don’t really know what to do.” He admits, taking your hand. “How about your favorite heating pad and I make your favorite tea?” He suggests, pulling away from the hug he had you in. It took everything in him not to cry as he got some fixed up for you. Why would anyone ever hurt such a precious Angel?

Dabi

- doesn’t know what to do or say

- makes a joke about how he was abused

- gives you kisses and says you’re too sensitive

- offers to murder them

- probably wants to fuck so you arent sad

- literally the worst at being comforting but does what he can

Silence. Pure silence. What was he supposed to do? Give you a hug and say it’s gonna be okay? “Hey uh,,” he slightly kicks your foot, a teasing grin on his face. “Ya know, my dad was emotionally and mentally and probably super physically abusive but I’ve blocked most of that out and turned it into silent rage.. I don’t know if that helps but I’m completely okay.” He says, making you break into a smile as you lean up to hug him. “Shut uppp, you’re too sensitive doll.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Want me to fuck you better? I’m not good at this emotional shit.”

All Might

- big sad

- used to people being intimated by his size but wants to cry when you flinch

- has noticed it for a long time and just casually picks you up to hold you

- is very comforting and makes sure your feelings are heard

- cuddles for hours

Oh my god. She’s crying, you’re crying. Why are you crying? Why did you look like a broken doll shattered in front of him. You had just spilled out a ton of emotions after all might had accidentally made you flinch which resulted into a full blown panic attack in front of him. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed you do this, but the first time you ever admitted to what had happened to you. “It’s okay pretty.. I’m never gonna let anyone touch you again. You’re safe with me .. now lets cuddle, you can even wear my cape.” He says and lifts you into his arms.

Aizawa

- flinches at seeing you flinch

- asks if he can hold you

- talks about what’s going on

- burrito blankets

- holds you for hours

- makes sure to tell you it’s okay and not your fault

“Hey..” he said, sitting next to you after you had admitted to him what made you so anxious and nervous around him. “Is it okay if I hold you? We can just sit back and get all curled up in the blankets..” he wasn’t normally this emotional, but he cared deeply for you and it was hard to see you this way. Of course you immediately nuzzled him, laying in the bed and getting all rolled up. He lets you talk about it for hours, mumbling gentle things to make you feel safe. “None of this is your fault kitten.. than you for telling me about it..”

a/n /writers perspective: never been physically abused but emotionally/mentally and I react to voices by flinching, I react to peoples hands coming near me with flinching so I do have a small insight on how one feels.

Published: 3 February 2021

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Well howdy again! I was wondering if you could do a scenario with Law sitting with his s/o while they are getting their first tattoo? And a scenario of Zoro training with s/o and it turns into cuteness :3

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. Because these are both characters I am comfortable writing for, I shall do two scenarios *jazz hands*. I know it won’t be worth the wait, because nothing is worth over two years of waiting, but I hope it is enjoyable nonetheless! And for those of you who enjoy this and my writing, thank you! My inbox will not be re-opening for the foreseeable future though, I don’t want to get anymore people’s hopes up.

Pairings: Law x GN!reader in the first, Zoro x GN!reader in the second

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut (a little bit of spice, then the teasing of spice), tattoos, tickling, non-beta’d (if that counts as a warning)

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Law:

The gentle buzzing of the tattoo gun had become almost cathartic in the years Law had been doing the art on the side. His crew had thought it ridiculously cool that he did most of his own tattoos, and had insisted he do theirs too. Bepo was heartbroken over the fact that no matter how much he shaved, the pirate insignia permanently on his neck never seemed to be completely visible because of his thick fur.

He had shrugged nonchalantly at all of his crew’s requests, a small hint of a smile upon his easy going face as he went to collect his gun, ink, and needles.

Then you asked him, a smile on your soft lips as you kissed him down his bare chest, blankets tangled between your legs.

“Wanna pop my tattoo cherry?” You had teased, biting him playfully on the shoulder and eliciting an almost purr from the feared surgeon “I’ve always wanted to see how those hands feel” a kiss to his neck “making a masterpiece on virgin skin” a bite to the shell of his ear, and he growled, flipping you onto onto your back. A giggle escaped you, and then a pleasured moan as his skilled, slender hands played along down your body and teased at your most intimate parts.

“Where and when, but I get to pick the masterpiece and where I put it”

A soft sigh had escaped from you as he bit down on your collar and sucked. All you could do was give a flustered nod, face hot against his cheek as he kissed higher and higher before claiming your lips with his own, a smirk playing on his features.

And now, here you were, eyes watching the concentrated look of his clenched jaw as he tattooed your shoulder. You were laying on your belly on his bed, shirtless and hiding your winces in your forearms.

He had insisted it be a surprise, an uncharacteristic excitement alighting in his eyes as he teased you about it. You were excited too, trusting him to give you something you’re sure will be perfect.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun stopped, and he seemed to pause a moment after giving it a gentle swipe to rid it of the excess ink. You watched as he worried at his thumb, biting it between his teeth in thought before taking a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s get you a mirror.”

He actually sounded a little nervous. You smiled encouragingly at him, taking his offered hand and walking to the full length mirror he kept in his room on the ship. He handed you a smaller mirror to get a better angle of it, and you got your first glimpse.

An awe filled smile spread like softened butter over your face.

It was the landscape of a familiar beach, far away on your home island, a sunset shining orange and pink over crystalline waters and Law’s ship haloed in the distance.

“Where we first met” Law rumbled behind you, watching closely at your reaction “I thought that you’d want a piece of home with you, always” he paused, a hand going to the dip of your hip, finger going into one of your belt loops and fidgeting with the fabric “do you like it?”

You breathed in, hand going to the tattoo and softly caressing the scene. A smile, soft and warm, threatened to split your face clean in two.

“I love it” you smiled, and put the mirror down and turned to face your lover, pressing your bare chest to his “almost as much as I love you”

They kissed, both smiling into each others mouths and you pounced, forcing Law to catch your legs as they wrapped around his waist. He chuckled into the kiss.

“Let’s wrap that up before we get carried away”

“But we are going to get carried away, yes?” You gasped as he nipped at your neck, his strong hold on your ass tightening.

“Oh kitten” he purred, his warm breath tickling your ear “I’m gonna have you begging for more when I’m done with you”

Zoro:

“What page are you on?”

You glanced briefly at the bottom corner of the page you were currently reading.

“765”

“Okay, cool”

And he continued the push-ups.

It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you. Once you had already finished with your own training, excersized to the point of exhaustion, you would climb up to the library, grab a new book, and Zoro would do his cool down push-ups with you criss-cross on his back, reading your book to the point where your partner was satisfied, and you’d usually go down for dinner with him.

Today, though, you were feeling mischievous.

Marking the page you were on (869), you shifted slightly, fingers running softly through Zoro’s short locks.

The swordsman stopped as he came up from the push-up, head tilting slightly to pin you with a curious look. You gave him a teasing smile as you slid off his back and then slid under him. The look went from curious to unamused rather quickly as a blush creeped up his chest from the look you were giving him.

“What?” You asked innocently, teasing smile threatening to give away your intentions “training doesn’t have to be all push-ups and weight lifting” you looked up at him with a smirk “we can work on stamina, or if you insist, I can be your weights today.” Your fingers were roaming over the peaks and plateaus of his hardened muscles, the valley between each of his abs dripping with a hard-earned sweat from the thousands of push-ups he’d been doing. His face had softened from the unamused look he had been giving you, now he closed his eyes with a shuddering breath as your hands dipped low enough to graze the hem of his black pants.

He was right where you wanted him.

Quicker than Luffy’s fists, you tickled him - tickled him — just under his armpits where you knew he was sensitive. The great and powerful pirate hunter yelped, dropping on top of you in his surprise and eliciting a maniacal laugh of your own as he tried, and failed, to escape your ministrations, straddled on top of him now. The involuntary giggles you got out of him made you give a victorious laugh of your own, before your arrogance became your downfall. Quick as a whip, the swordsman flipped you onto your back, one of his large hands gripping both of yours in a vise like grip and the other one twitching in time with the vein in his forehead.

“You’re gonna pay for that” he seethed, an evil grin and a glint in his eye promising retribution.

Jokes on him cause you weren’t ticklish, which he found so frustrating he growled, only making you snicker and attempt to tickle him back when you freed yourself from his grasp. He dodged, smacking your hands away and attempting to leap up only for you to be on him like a damn spider monkey, wrapping yourself around him like gift wrap on a present.

You nuzzled into his neck, not sorry in the slightest, but wanting to be sweet now. He harrumphed like the grump he was, the image of the two of you, him sitting cross legged on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest and you wrapped around him a funny sight to behold. You bite at his ear and his lips twitched ever so slightly.

“If I say I’m sorry, will you still wanna have some fun?” You purred, a grin playing upon your lips. Zoro scoffed, the blush on his face deepening with every kiss and nip you laid upon his neck and you could feel him turning to putty in your arms.

But just as you thought you’d get your way, Zoro grinned conspirationally.

Before you knew what was happening, he had maneuvered his way out of your grasp and was walking towards the door, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor. He gave you a sidelong look, giving you an almost predatory smirk.

“If you’re good, maybe we can have some fun later when everyone else is asleep” he shrugged “I have first watch”

And then the bastard winked before opening the hatch and descending the ladder.

You blinked a few times, scoffed at the hilarity of being one upped for the first time in your long standing relationship with the Marimo, and scrambled after him down the ladder.

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