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svt-rosalie · 6 months

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. . . ♡ MAMA ! ? 🐚 2023 ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ moments! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

warnings! mentions of anxiety, mentions of a passed family member, woozi and rosie being the cutest couple korea knows, speeches, sucky writing

MAMA 2023 was the award show to see if you are a Rosalie stan! She was nominated in four categories and stole the night, as she should! Rosalie won in all four categories she was nominated in, including; Worldwide Fan Choice, Best Female Artist, Song Of The Year, and Best Music Video.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE’S BEST MOMENTS !

— rosie is the biggest extrovert and loves talking to the other idols! It causes a big of mayhem for her members but who cares? not rosalie.

— you can see rosalie at some points sneaking over to le sserafim’s seating spot and talking to all of the girls and laughing loudly that you almost hear it in the background

— on the first day when they were late, rosalie kept trying not to laugh at the realization and got caught on the screen and got very embarrassed

— rosalie was dancing to almost every single song preformed especially bouncy by ateez, that’s her ass shaking song come on guys

— she started crying when woozi gave his speech for album of year and had to be consoled by seungcheol. and then cried even harder at wonwoo and seungkwan’s speech wishing only the best for the boys.

— there was multiple times woozi and rosie were caught on screen talking and holding hands during random parts of the award show

— the screams that came afterwards were oscar worthy! yunjin of le sserafim was definitely not one of those screams

— rosalie was able to perform breathe with woozi playing the piano.

— she preformed in a beautiful light blue gown, her sister’s favorite color

— every time rosie won an award the boys were hyping her up so hard and embarrassing her so hard, it was so cute though to see her laugh and playfully scold them

— when rosalie won song of the year, she had jihoon come up as well to give a speech with her

— WOOZI’S SPEECH: “Breathe is a song of comfort. It’s a song that’s suppose to let you know that it’s okay, and that someone cares. This song is for Rosalie, a girl who continues to put on a smile no matter the circumstances! Ever since we met, she never went a day without laughing and trying to make other people feel happy, regardless of how she was feeling. She deserved to know that it was okay to be upset and to need a second to breathe.

I hope people will continue to find comfort in this song and support Rosalie till the end.”

— she definitely didn’t cry when she got home that night remembering his words

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE WINS SONG OF THE YEAR!

Rosalie was in her own world at this point, the award show had been going on for what felt like hours which in her case you can’t blame her. It was just one of those days where she would rather be cuddled up to her animals reading a good romance book rather than sit here, waiting for a event to decide if she or her group we’re good enough for the title of “Album of the Year”. But she was grateful, 2022 and 2023 had been a tough year and she was happy she was even nominated for a category.

Always her worst critic.

Though it was finally time for the ‘Song of the Year’ category, one that she had been anticipating for a while . . . more like the whole award show. Rosalie was nervous and couldn’t help but clutch the person’s hand that was nexts to her, Jihoon.

Rosalie lets out a sigh of relief and her worries subside, for the mean time.

Then the (dreaded) words came from the announcers lips “Samsung Galaxy Song of the Year goes to….”

Rosalie didn’t know what she was stressing about. It was as if her brain couldn’t decide which thing to worry about the most; what if I don’t win, what if I do win and so forget my speech, what if I trip going up the stage, what if?

All of that seemed to fade away when the words “Breathe, Rosalie!”

Rosalie’s eyes widen comically and was captured on the big screen for all the other idols and fans to see (which they found adorable) she covered her mouth in surprise and walked up the stage never letting go of Woozi’s hand. This was just as much his award as it was hers. He wrote the song, he produced it, all Rosalie did was sing it.

Rosie made it center stage, right there for all eyes.

“Ahh, I don’t know what to say! I had a speech for incase I won but I didn’t think I would so i forgot it.” Rosie said pouting. Anyone could tell she was nervous, you didn’t need to be close to her to notice the shakiness in her hands as one held the golden MAMA award and the other holding onto Woozi like a lifeline.

Rosie took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I never expected to get an award like this and I am so so thankful to CARATs and to everyone who stood by me and supported me and this song. This song is everything to me and I’m so glad it’s getting recognized for what it’s worth.”

Woozi stepped a bit closer to Rosie at this point and held her hand a bit tighter.

“There is one person I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. . . my little sister who wished for this day with me. We would watch the award shows together when I had first debuted and she dreamed I would win an award like this for her one day.” Rosie looked up trying to avoid letting the tears roll down, and took another deep breath in . . . and out.

“She would say ‘Unnie! Please win a big award so I can brag to all my friends that I have the most popular older sister in the world!’ and at that time, I didn’t think it would be a reality. But here I am!”

The crowd screamed for her as she held up the award, Woozi letting out a chuckle beside her as she did.

“My little Sarang, My forever Valentine — I did it! Aren’t you proud of your most popular awesome sister?” She asked rhetorically looking up the roof of the building. Breathe, in . . . and out. “I’ll be sure to remember this day forever and make more music people can find comfort in it as I did. Thank you!”

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breadcultgeneral · 4 months

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You and bucchigiri at a festival!?

You had somehow gotten a few members of both minato kai and siguma to come to a festival happening in a neighborhood town.

You were in a yukata and waiting for the others to show up in the meeting spot you had agreed to, you had a empty bag to hold things for the festival and there was some food you packed for everyone.

The first 2 there was Hague and with him was jabashiri, Hague was in a yukata but jabashiri wasn't and was in regular clothes.

" hello, y/n-chan. Are we first ones here?"

" yah, matakara just texted me saying that they were almost here."

" yo! Y/n-chan!"

You turned to look as matakara, komao and zabu walked over, zabu and jabashiri walked towards each other scowling.

Hague grabbed jabashiri's arm trying to stop him from fighting while matakara stopped zabu, you walked over and grabbed both of them by the ears scolding them like a mother.

After they both were scowling and growling at each other's and covering their ears that you had grabbed.

Komao excitedly went over to you to show you his yukata even though it wasn't on right.

" y/n-chan, look at my yukata, me and matakara went together to get ours."

" it's looks nice... but you don't have it on right."

" huh? I don't, can you help me?"

While you were helping komao and showing him how to do it, marito and outa showed up.

" y/n-teen!"

Marito picked you up as you just finished up fixing komao's yukata.

" hello, marito, outa."

Marito put you down and looked at the group, marito had on a yukata but had one sleeve off showing his butterfly tattoo on his upper arm.

" you need to pull up your sleeve, marito."

" huh? Can you help me, y/n-teen?"

You raise a brow at him before he made puppy eyes, you sigh and put his arm through the sleeve and fixed the front.

You didn't notice marito giving a smirk to the others as you fixed his yukata.

" are we missing anyone?"

Zabu asked looking around at the group.

" no, arajin-chan isn't here yet."

Matakara said checking his phone to see if arajin had texted him.

After a while arajin and mahoro showed up in nice clothes.

Mahoro left arajin's side to run up to her brother.

Everyone was here and it was time to go have fun at the festival.

" y/n-chan? What's in the bag?"

" oh, I brought it for anything we get at the festival and also brought some food for everyone."

It was decided that the group would eat before going to the festival.

Hague had brought a blanket for watching the fireworks that would happen later in the night, the blanket was laid out and everyone sat down to eat.

Matakara, zabu and komao sat on one side of the blanket and marito, jabashiri, outa, hague sat on the other side, you are arajin and mahoro just sat in between them.

You sat in between zabu and outa while you passed out the food before you started eating.

" I don't know why they dragged me here to hang out with siguma boys."

Outa wiped off some of the food that had gotten on your cheek using a napkin.

Your cheeks got a bit rosy at his action before you thanked him, zabu gave outa a glare scowling at him.

Jabashiri didn't like that and threw some of his trash at zabu, which caused both to get up and start arguing but you with the help of matakara stopped them before they could start fighting.

After everyone was done eating, matakara and arajin threw away the trash while you helped hague refold the blanket and put it in your bag.

And now it was time to enjoy the festival.

Arajin tried to show off to mahoro but she was walking next to her brother.

Arajin stopped at a game booth to try and show off to mahoro, mahoro hugged marito's arm.

" onii-san! Can you win me that bunny?"

Marito had a unimpressed look on his face before he removed his arm from her hug.

" win it yourself."

You, arajin, komao, hague and matakara all played the ball toss game booth.

Arajin and you won, arajin offers mahoro the small stuff bunny she had told marito she wanted but she had a bit of a disgusted look on her face.

Mahoro shoved the stuffed bunny in your bag, before walking off back to her brother.

Marito grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to a game booth, matakara followed as he didn't trust marito alone with you after arajin joined siguma.

" y/n-teen! If I win you'll join siguma."

" no, y/n-chan won't join siguma."

Matakara and marito played against each other before the game ended in a tie.

" matakara, let's go another round and if I win y/n-chan will be mine and join siguma."

You walked off letting them play against each other while you walked back to the others.

Komao was upset because he was wanting a cat stuffed animal.

You bought him a pretzel to cheer him up a bit, komao shared it with you.

You glance around at the others seeing if they were having fun.

Jabashiri and zabu were buting heads again but before you could move to stop them but outa had already done so.

Jabashiri and zabu glared at each other before they went to a game booth with a shooting game.

They did best out of 3 and zabu won 2 rounds and jabashiri won 1, jabashiri walked off angry.

Zabu walked over to you and komao, he gave both of you the prize he had won.

" here, I don't want them, I just got them when I beat jabashiri."

" thank you, zabu!"

" thank you."

You can see a bit of blush on zabu's cheek before he made a little huf crossing his arms and looking away.

Hague walked up to the you timidly as zabu was scaring him.

" have you seen jabashiri, he stormed off and we can't find him."

Zabu rolled his eyes at hague.

" I don't know nor do I care."

" I'll help you look for him."

" thank you, y/n-chan."

You walked around looking for jabashiri, while you were looking around for him you saw a lot of people but didn't see him.

You got shoved into a bit of a alleyway in between the wooden booths, you sigh as you didn't see jabashiri in the crowd.

" what are you doing here?!"

You turned to look at jabashiri when you heard his voice before he slammed his fist next to your head.

" I was helping hague look for you."

You heard multiple guys groaning around the corner behind behind the booths.

You look at coner and so did jabashiri.

" umm..let's get back to the others, the fireworks will be going off soon."

" yah whatever, let's go."

You and jabashiri walked back to the others, and played a few more games and eat some festive treats.

Komao played almost every game, you and matakara would cheer him up after losing most of them.

Until at a hard game everyone lost at komao won and got a big prize.

" I won!"

He looked at you with excitement and stars in his eyes as he shows you that he won and rubing it in some of the others faces.

You smile at him before you pat his head.

" you did it, I'm so proud for you!"

You praise him and he looked at you with the happiest look on his face.

Matakara quickly went over to you like a puppy.

" the bag is getting full and is probably getting heavy, can I carry it for you."

" oh sure, thank you matakara."

You said before he took the bag form your shoulder and carried it on his arm, you got on your toes to pat his head.

Marito walked over to you and his sleeve had fallen back down showing his butterfly tattoo, you walked over to pull it back up over his shoulder.

" didn't I just fix this."

" yah, you have cold hands."

" I know."

Zabu unwrapped the jacket that was around his waist and put it over your shoulders.

" there."

"Aww zabu."

" shut up, komao!"

You giggle at a bit as they bickered at each other, zabu had rosey cheeks.

Boom!

Arajin and Hague jumped at the firework going off.

You turned to look up at the colors in the sky.

Hague spoke with jabashiri before he walked over to you and nervously and gently took your hand and walked away from the group with jabashiri following.

Hague led you a bit away from the festival up a hill.

" Hague? What are we doing here?"

" this is the best place to watch the fireworks."

You smile at him before looking up as a few more fireworks go off.

" why did you run off with y/n-chan!"

Komao said as he ran up the hill with the others following.

Hague got nervous and jabashiri stepped in front of him.

You sigh at them as outa stepped in between them stopping them from fighting.

You watch the firework show go off for the hill sitting on the blanket hague had brought with him.

You sat next to matakara, he had a arm behind you which you were leaning against watching the fireworks go off.

" there so beautiful."

" so are you."

" what?"

" nothing!"

After a few minutes of watching the fireworks going off the show ends.

Matakara carries your bag while you helped hague refold the blanket.

You yawn and stretched before marito grabbed your sides scaring you, you could feel mahoro glaring at you as marito's hands were on your side.

" are you tried? I can carry you back to the train station or is there a place closer where your staying the night."

Outa asked as he walked over to you putting a hand on your back.

" oh! Me, matakara and zabu are staying in a club house nearby, let's have a sleepover, y/n-chan!"

Komao said very excited looking at you before he side eyed outa, jabashiri, marito and Hague.

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mangoshorthand · 8 months

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five hargreeves as a dad? Him being a single father and taking care of his daughter; she could be adopted too

(Not his dinosaur age but if he was still a younger adult would be great thanks!)

more on fluff please!

I thought this request was a good opportunity to write a situation I referenced in After We Fall (Hard Feelings part 6) which has been playing on my mind. I went slightly off-book with the request: Five is not a single dad, but he's a SAHD and his wife is only referenced a couple of times. It's not necessary to translate the Italian lines to enjoy the fic, but you might like to. Hope you enjoy.

No Blinking! | Five Hargreeves & 3 y/o daughter Words: 3k

Some parts of the apocalypse were nice.

Sometimes, when the sunrise hit the earth in just the right way, everything would be bathed in this sweet, rosy glow. He’d lie there, facing the sunrise, and watch the progress of the long shadows thrown by the debris; abstract shapes at his toes which retreated further and further away, the tiny pieces of surviving glass twinkling in the light.

Every morning, the sunrise fascinated him. It was the middling time between sleep and waking, when his thoughts had not yet formed into coherence. It was evidence he had survived another night. He never knew whether that was a good thing or not: this fact, proclaimed by the sunrise, held both pain and promise.

On the one hand, another day alone was dawning and another day had gone by in which he’d failed to calculate his way home. On the other hand, there was today’s possibility of success, glimmering illusively in the new light.

It was impossibly lonely, but it was peaceful, and blessedly quiet.

And, sitting there with blood-curdling screams echoing off the high ceiling, Five couldn’t help but miss that time.

He was looking down into his sour coffee and trying to imagine being back there, the sun gently warming his cold bones, when a small, familiar voice reached him amidst all the other shrieks.

“DADDY!”

Five looked up to see his daughter waving at him from the very top of the soft play apparatus. She was waving and smiling at him with the sort of deranged glee that only a little kid can muster. The sight immediately broke through his self-pity and misplaced nostalgia: he smiled and waved back at her, a more pleasant warmth than the apocalypse sun filling him now.

In a flash of blue light, she appeared at his elbow.

“Jesus, Aoife!”

He put a restricting hand on her shoulder and looked around surreptitiously, to check that nobody was watching. There were two moms at the next table, but they were too engaged chatting between themselves and watching their kids.

“No blinking outside the house! Cosa ti ha detto papà?”

She was looking up at him with his own eyes and his own pout. Her pigtails were loose, hair awry and her upper lip crusty with the ubiquitous snot that always seemed to gather there.

He sighed, grabbed the slightly moist napkin that he picked up with his coffee and wiped her nose.

“No blinking, okay?”

“No.” she said, stubbornly, wriggling away from the napkin. “I’m a big kid now. I’m in charge.”

Five suppressed a smile.

“Oh, okay. That sounds nice. If you’re in charge, then are you going to drive me home?”

“No, papà ” she scoffed, “I can’t drive.”

Five couldn’t keep up the pretense of sternness, unable to resist her little face.

“Oh,” he said, in mock confusion, “well if you’re in charge and you can’t drive, how do we get home?”

“We get the bus.” she said, decisively.

“We'll get the bus?” he repeated, “Okay. You got the money to pay for the bus, Rockefeller? If you’re in charge then you have to pay, right?”

She considered it for a second or two, and then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it.

“You know what,” she said, “I was just kidding.”

“So is papà in charge?”

She didn’t answer, but the pout’s return let him know he’d won the argument, (and yes, he did congratulate himself on this. She might be tiny, but she was already a formidable interlocutor).

“So: no blinking, right?” he said, holding up a single, authoritative finger.

She nodded and gave a theatrical sigh.

“That’s a girl,” he said, leaning over and kissing play-warmed head, “now go play.”

“Will you come and play with me?”

“No sweetie,” he said, “Daddy’s too big. And I'm having a sit down.”

She threw back her head with a flourish, all abject frustration and pure drama.

“What the HELL?”

He suppressed a laugh and dismissed her, watching her run back to the play area with a whoop that made it clear his refusal to join her had by no means spoiled her fun.

The attention of the pair of mothers on the table beside him had been attracted at some point during this exchange. They were smiling at both Aoife and him with a strange look of adoring pity.

He noticed it on women’s faces often when he was out with his daughter. He had once, foolishly, imagined that being a seemingly young dad instantly boosted his fuckability by about 300%, but he learned quickly that the real reason was far less flattering.

He picked up a newspaper probably left by the previous parent sitting here, slowly losing the will to live. The front page yielded nothing interesting: a politician had been up to something sleazy, but what was new? “PAPÀ, GUARDAMI!”

He glanced up to where Aoife had grabbed a tiny, smiling boy by the hand.

“ME AND NOAH ARE GOING DOWN THE SLIDE!”

“Good for you.” he called back, “You and Noah be careful, piccolina.”

He watched as they shuffled their way, beaming, into the tube slide and then emerged at the bottom after lots of giggling and thumping from within. He applauded politely and Aoife, hair flying, grinned back at him, showing all her sharp little teeth.

He tried to return to the newspaper, but could no longer pretend to ignore one of the women from the next table over, trying to catch his eye.

He looked up and gave her what he hoped was a polite but quelling smile.

His hope was not answered.

“How old is she?” the woman asked, smilingly, jumping on his acknowledgment.

She was thin, blonde and green-eyed. Mid thirties, he’d guess. Pretty too, he noticed, though in a detached way. Her friend, a brunette wearing a yellow blouse, seemed to be assessing him as if she didn’t fully trust his presence.

“Three years, seven months,” he said, shortly.

“Awh,” she said, politely, “Noah turned three in September. It’s such a nice age, isn’t it?”

Five looked back up to the ballpit where Noah, white-blonde like his mother, was shrieking with laughter as Aoife smashed two balls together in time to the raucous melody she was singing.

“Cute kid,” he commented.

“Thank you.” she smiled, “So is…”

“Aoife,” he supplied.

“What a lovely name,” she said.

He nodded and tried to look away, but the yellow-bloused woman called back his attention.

“So you’re Italian?”

“No. I just speak it. I taught her and now we speak it together. She speaks a little Spanish too.”

“Have you considered what it might do to her speech development?”

“Does her speech seem under-developed to you?” Five asked, eyebrow raised, “It didn’t do my speech any harm: I bambini di tutto il mondo sono bilingui e se la passano bene. Potrei dirti di andare a farti fottere in sette lingue."

The women smiled uncertainly, clearly not understanding the last part of his speech. He continued as if he was translating:

“Multilingual children have developmental advantages over monolingual. I’m fluent, so why not give her that advantage?”

They both nodded their acceptance of this, and Five was just feeling he might have shut them up, when the blonde spoke again.

“So, is it Mommy’s day off?”

This piqued Five enough that he looked up from his newspaper.

“No.”

“So you’re a single dad?” the brunette asked, her expression softening as she looked at him.

Five smirked, and a memory of Klaus floated to the surface of his mind.

“Yup. I was young when I had her. I don’t even know who the mother is.”

He looked up, and the women were looking at him. There was a second or so of confused silence before Five put them out of his misery.

“That was a joke. My wife works.”

“Ah, so Daddy’s babysitting?”

“No,” he said, with a smile that tried extremely hard to hide his irritation, “Daddy’s parenting.”

With effort, he managed not to add: ‘dumbass’ to the end of that statement.

Both the women nodded earnestly, and the way they did it told Five they were probably the type to admire his stance on the surface, but underneath still pity him: convinced he was a hapless male incapable of lone childrearing for periods longer than an hour.

“And do you manage okay?” asked the brunette.

“Well, Aoife’s still alive,” Five said, coldly, “I’ll take that as a win.”

Noah’s mother laughed, (somewhat sycophantically in his opinion), and her friend eyed Aoife critically for a few moments, lingering on her messy hair before speaking again.

“I’ll show you how to braid her hair.” she said, with the air of one taking control of a dire situation.

“No thank you,” Five said, shortly.

Noah’s mother stepped back in, tilting her head placatingly and speaking to what she imagined was his misplaced pride.

“I swear, you’ll never look back. It’s so good for keeping it out of her eyes.”

Five fought to keep his irritation contained, and his eyes found Aoife, throwing herself between two squashy funhouse rollers with a loud ‘Ooof!’

The sight gave him the grounding he needed.

He couldn’t lose it at these two moms, because then he’d have to leave. If Aoife was going to sleep tonight, she needed to run off all this energy.

Not to mention the fact she was having the time of her life.

He looked back at the women, his patience renewed:

“I can braid hair just fine. She just hates them. Hates having them done, hates having them in, screams like you’re pulling out her fingernails if you try.”

Five had, in fact, pulled out many fingernails in his time, and the similarity was disturbing.

“Oh,” the brunette said, apparently disappointed at being denied an opportunity of dictating to him.

As she sat down, and Five’s eyes sank thankfully to an article about the reformation of a blues band, Noah’s Mom asked.

“Is your wife a career gal then?”

“I guess,” he said, “she works hard.”

“That’s so admirable.” said the blonde - though he got the sense she didn’t really mean it.

Her eyes moved over to her son as she continued.

“I just don’t know how she does it. I just couldn’t leave him to be brought up by someone else.”

Five felt himself becoming quite seriously annoyed.

“Aoife’s being brought up by both her parents.”

“Of course, of course. But every girl needs her mom.”

Five took a sip of his coffee.

This shit was old news. He encountered it too often, whether it was this specific flavor of bullshit or the type where he got nasty looks at the playground as a lone male. He cleared his throat and hoisted a smile onto his face.

“So where’s Noah’s dad today?” he asked, leading her into a trap whether she was aware of it or not.

“He works too.”

“Oh.” Five said, trying to keep his smile playful rather than antagonistic, “So does every boy need his dad?”

As Noah’s Mom and her friend sputtered, Five held up a hand and continued.

“As long as a kid’s with a parent that loves them, it doesn’t matter if they’re a woman, man or hyper-realistic robot. Now,” he said, gesturing firmly to his newspaper, “if you don’t mind - ?”

He was glad that the women seemed to accept his request for solitude, and even happier when they went to get coffee and moved to a different table.

The next thirty minutes passed silently (as silent as it was possible in an echoing room full of shrieking kids), with Five flicking through his newspaper and glancing up to check on his daughter every few minutes. He was engrossed in an op-ed on the latest labor strikes when one shriek in particular drew his attention.

This shriek was distinct from happy play shrieks.

He looked up, and there was Aoife on the floor at the top of the netted play apparatus, bawling her head off with cries so high-pitched that soon only dogs would be able to hear.

He looked around surreptitiously. Nobody was watching, Aoife was the only kid in that area and there was plenty of cover. He stood, took a few steps towards the play area and concealed himself behind a brightly-coloured padded pillar and thrust himself into the static electricity of a spatial blink. He emerged strategically, stooping behind a giant firetruck. He ducked out from behind it and approached his daughter at a crouch, unable to stand in the confined space.

Aoife was sprawled out on the soft floor, watching him approach through red eyes.

She might be hurt, he thought, but she was tired too, and these tears seemed more linked to that.

“What happened, bambina?”

With a gulp of air in between each word, she answered:

“I - fell - off!”

He dropped to one knee and scooped her up, pulling her dress down to cover her butt as he did so.

“You hurt, sweetie?”

“Yes,” she said, the rate of her tears already slowing as he pulled her onto his knee, “I hurt my leg!”

She pointed forlornly to her left knee. Five took a quick survey- there was a small red mark from impact - probably against the firetruck - but it seemed fine otherwise.

He held her briefly to his chest and kissed her forehead, rubbing her leg with the palm of his hand, the warmth of his skin soothing away the pain.

“Daddy’s got you, little one. You’re okay. Can you bend your knee for me?”

Aoife bent her leg with ease, though still sniffled in his arms.

“Okay,” he said, seriously, with the air of one performing serious diagnostic tests, “now, can you wiggle it for me?”

Aoife looked seriously down at her leg and wiggled it.

“Excellent,” Five said, keeping his features schooled into mock-concentration. “Now, can you just put your finger on your nose for me?”

Aoife did so, looking up at him in confusion.

“Hm.” he said, lowering his eyebrows as if at an unexpected medical outcome, “Just let me try that.”

Aoife moved her finger and he prodded her nose.

“Honk.”

Aoife’s serious face broke, and she sniggered.

“There we go, see?” Five said, pressing her nose again, “Honk! - You just gotta press it hard enough, you’re fine.”

Aoife giggled and fell against his chest with an ill-coordinated thump. She rested her head against him, rubbing her face into his sweater.

You’re dumb.” she said, affectionately, “and bad.”

“Charming.” he said, stroking her hair, “Dumb I’ll accept - you got me on that one. But why am I bad?”

“You said no blinking.”

Five smiled as he pulled her onto his hip, stooping his way to the exit.

“I’m allowed to blink in public.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m grown-up.”

“That’s not fair.”

“True, but I’m afraid life’s not getting any fairer than this, bambina.”

“That makes no sense!”

Five chuckled and held her closer, finally straightening up and heading back to their stuff over at the table.

“We’re gonna go now. Mommy will be home soon.”

Aoife grumbled slightly, but he bribed her with a promise to play her Turvytown playlist on the way home, (as much as it pained him to put himself through it again). As a result, she allowed him to place her down and assist her in putting on her coat with a good grace.

“It’s not fair rules that daddy can blink outside but I can’t.” she said, thoughtfully.

“I know,” Five said, grabbing his jacket and folding up the newspaper for the next beleaguered parent who might sit there, “but lots of people already know that daddy can blink. It's no biggie if they see me - but we don’t want them all knowing you can.”

“Why not we just tell them?”

“Because -” he faltered, “because it’s better if it stays a secret.”

He took her hand, folded his own jacket over his arm and lead her towards the parking lot, where

“A secret? Like Daddy’s birthday present?”

“No,” he said, leading her outside by the hand, “not like Daddy’s birthday present, because you told me what that was the day Mommy bought it. You have to actually keep this secret, kiddo.”

“Okay.” she said.

When they got to the car, he leaned over to help her with her car seat, but she slapped his hands away.

“I want to do it.”

“Sure,” he said, letting his hands fall into his pockets, watching her with interest. With a few minor grunts, she clicked the belt home and looked back at him, satisfied.

“See? I’m a big kid.”

“You sure are.”

He looked back at her; into his own eyes in miniature. He felt the familiar rush of serotonin as he did so. He’d always had a soft spot for kids, but Aoife was different.

He loved his wife, sure, but his love for Aoife was in an entirely different league. She delighted him - there was no other word for it. Having her in his arms was just…right. It wasn’t rational, he knew that, but it didn’t make it any less true.

She made him more aware than anything else of his animality: his love hit him like a kick in the gut - it was something that pulled hard on a cord deep in his stomach. The first time she was put into his arms, he felt his foundations tremble, crumble and reform. He was enamored - totally and utterly. If anyone ever tried to hurt her…

Proud of herself, she smiled at him. It emphasized her cherubic cheeks, still pink from the chill outside. She was perfect. There had surely never been any child so perfect.

He leaned over and hugged her silently, pressing his angular jaw against one of those plush cheeks. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

She even smelled like his.

“Love you, kiddo.”

Aoife suffered her father’s fervent hug for a few seconds before getting impatient.

“You gonna drive already?”

Five laughed, pressed a kiss to her cheek (which she wiped away with the back of her hand) before closing the car door and heading around to the driver's door.

“What, am I your goddam chauffeur now?” he murmured to himself, smilingly.

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symphonic-scream · 4 months

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I'd love to hear about trans haru in relation to makoto!

You're unlocking the floodgate for this one

So. I picture this version of them, would meet in their first year, Makoto as a little council member doing surveys around the school, and Haru just. He's got a crush on her and keeps doing the surveys, thinking he doesn't stand a chance

She eventually keeps making "extra" trips to the gardening club. He nervously asks her out after winter break, in their third semester. She says yes. They see a movie, share a soft kiss in the falling snow in Inokashira park, and he tells her in soft words that he wasn't born a boy

Makoto doesn't know what that means. Just, asks him if he'd want her to call him her boyfriend. He goes all pink and nods, asking if that makes her his girlfriend. There's a second of pause. Then a soft "yeah, I'd like that,"

(cause. This would be a Gender Thieves collective. This Makoto is, a Non Conforming Makoto. Goes by any pronouns, but is generally slightly more masc)

Second year happens. Makoto spends summer break visiting Haru post top, playing with his hair as he mumbles, rather gone on pain meds, and learning to make his favourite comfort soups. He tells her he loves her, many times, on the edge of floaty sleep. She tells it to him the day they can safely remove his bandages, following a soft, tender kiss

Then plot happens. They're in third year. Haru's dad expects him to take over the business. Makoto is feeling the most stress ever, and feels like she's not good enough. Through it all, they are still there for each other, but both wish to not bother the other

The night Sae yells at Makoto, for eating away at her life, Makoto doesn't sleep at home. She calls Haru all watery and he gets a staff member to bring Makoto over and

Makoto hates crying, especially in front of others. It's childish and weak and so many things. But Haru cries with her, and he holds her tightly, and she softly whispers a request, "please, tell me I mean something to you. That, I'm useful, in any way,"

And he does. And it's not hard at all. He keeps whispering such things as the fall asleep, and secretly he knows Makoto won't fully believe him just like that, that this is a deeper thing. He hopes she'll open up to him for help after this though

Instead Persona shit happens

Makoto makes sure Haru knows how much she's grateful for what he did after. Kisses him stupid and holds his rosy cheeks as she tells him just how much she appreciates his support in her life. Cause, she loves him, so fucking much

Plot aside, he'd help her explore the whole "non conforming thing" and use different terms and such in different days at her request. He'd help her try binding, safely, and figure out what helps on the less feminine days

They're close in height, maybe Makoto would be 5 cm shorter, or less. The slow way she grows confident after awakening Johanna, and how Haru feels like he won the lottery, and gets to fall for her all over again

Makoto calls him Loverboy a lot. It starts out teasing but, her voice is filled with such affection. And Haru just, goes through a mix of "Darling", "Dearest", "Dearheart", etc. doting little nicknames, that make his more grungy partner flustered and try to hide her face in his neck,

He'd like wearing her big jackets, and when she denies being cold after he gently takes her hands and uses warm breaths and his own hands to warm hers, and then tie his long scarf around her too

Haru doesn't like having the reigns. He likes taking things as they flow. And this new Makoto, they like plans, sure, but has come to adore spontaneity. She'll text him between classes to plan a date for that evening, even if it's just studying. She loves to see his ears go bright red when she just decides to kiss him until his mind is goo

Just. I have so many thoughts on this. Haru noticing that Makoto's binding on certain days and makes a point to call them his boyfriend, just to see that adoring sparkle in those red eyes. The first time he did it, Makoto hugged him real warmly. He gets it. The euphoria

He makes two boxed lunches every morning, because he knows Makoto will have forgotten in the mess of other things she does each day. When he gets little nicks from botched shaving attempts, she kisses the little spots and drags the amab Thieves to give him tips

They're just. I have many thoughts I'm sorry

#makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #trans boy haru

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addictjojo · 2 years

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A/N: First actual post on this account; based on an anon request.

Warnings: Josuke wearing panties. Smut. Nothing too heavy.

Josuke Higashikata x Reader

Winner Takes All

Life was boring. So boring infact, that you and Josuke had made a silly bet. It wasn't silly, not at all, with the rivalry you two had going on, it was hard for you both to even stay friendly. So what was a movie night, turned into you both sucked up on a video game.

Each round, loser strips off a piece of clothing. Josuke randomly made up a rule like that, and you just went with it, deciding that was best to humiliate him.

It wasn't humiliating anymore. No, not at all. Josuke was only in his pants now, and another loss would have him take them off, while it was basically same for you, you had a sock to still sacrifice. So once the "Player 2 Wins" title pops up on screen, Josuke is left awkwardly fumbling beside you on the couch.

"We should just quit, it's getting late anyways..!" Josuke gulped, trying his best to not pull down his pants. Seriously, this was the worst day to not wear his boxers. Shaking your head at his rebuttal, you pointed to the screen once more.

"Nuh-uh, Jojo. I win fair and square. You gonna take those pants off, or what? Got something weird hiding under there, or somethin'?" You quirked an eyebrow. Face flushed, Josuke shook his head. Fuck, he couldn't even undo his belt without his shaky fingers getting in the way.

"D-Don't you dare laugh..!" Josuke hid his rosy face, finally gaining enough courage to yank his pants down. Your eyes lit up, widening as if you saw a man just die. Josuke Higashikata, your rival, your frenemy, Josuke fucking Higashikata was wearing frilly, purple panties. And they looked so good on him. So good, that you were hard.

"C-Can you stop looking?! This is already embarassing enough.." Biting his lip, Josuke felt the courage to snap his head back to the screen. You however, couldn't stop staring at his pretty panties. They hugged his cock perfectly, you wonder how his ass looks with them on.

Subconsciously, you moved your hand to his soft thigh. A yelp came from Josuke, not quite sure what you were trying to do. "Hey...I won last game, winner should take all, right? Wouldn't that be fair, Josuke?" You whispered, your mind couldn't even comprehend what you were saying, you were saying this to Josuke out of all people.

Heart pounding, Josuke nodded, gulping. He would be an idiot to not know what you wanted now, your hand slowly trailing up to his panty-line. "Be good, just like that..maybe I'll let you take more than my fingers." Josuke was more than excited.

#josuke higashikata x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure smut #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #josuke x reader

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anonair · 3 years

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𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You just had your debut on Raw. You were already getting recognized by so many people for the work you were putting in and it was paying off. You happen to meet Randy and you two clicked...

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anon.

You had been nervous ever since your WWE debut. You felt as though things couldn’t get better than this. That was until Vince had decided to put you into a tag team match with some of your favorites. You’d be on a team with AJ Styles, and you’d be fighting Randy and Alexa Bliss. It was weird how Vince just made a random storyline for you, but you were sure it was because you were doing great work so far.

Before the match, you had decided to get some of your pre-show jitters out by doing some stretching. It was 15 minutes until your match, so you were all set up to go out soon. You lifted one leg up behind you, holding it in place and stretching it out. “pre-show ritual?” Randy asked, his voice scaring you and causing you to lose your stance. You brought your leg back down, catching your balance. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed. You laughed with him to rid your embarrassment. “It’s fine. Yes, I always get nervous for any match, so I stretch it out.” You smiled, letting him know about your rituals. “Well, you don’t have anything to worry about. From the looks of it, Vince really likes you. You wouldn’t be getting this match if he didn’t. You’re talented.” His compliment brought heat to your cheeks and a rosy, pink color. You couldn’t help but to feel great about yourself.

The 15 minutes seemed to fly by. It was time to stop being wooed by Randy and get in the mood to kick his teams’ ass. You got into character quickly and heard the announcer say your name over your music. The adrenaline kicked in quickly, making you go into work mode almost immediately. You and AJ walked out to your music, it felt great- especially for a newbie. Soon after you and AJ were in the ring, Alexa Bliss’ music started to play. You watched randy accompany her, not being able to take your eyes off him. You had to try and snap out of it because you didn’t want to ruin any storyline you guys had going on.

After the match, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good Randy looked. Even though you and AJ won, Randy was like the star of it all in your mind. It was fascinating to you how that man worked. “Great match, newbie.” He laughed, “Especially liked the part where you pulled me off the ring. Great stuff.” He smiled. “Thanks, it means a lot. I loved watching you.” You admitted, quickly fixing your words. “Well, you know what I mean. You’ve got good experience… I loved learning from you today in the ring.” You tried to clean that up, so it didn’t sound weird, but he picked up on it. “Maybe we can train together one day. It would be nice to get to know you more.” He winked. He offered you to meet up with him after the live show and you agreed. For the whole night, it was all you could think about. You both were on opposite teams tonight, but the feelings were clearly mutual. I guess opposites do attract...

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loveaffaire · 3 years

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Hiii I hope you’re doing great :) lmao can u do a really sweet & fluffy first kiss(w/ Peter) nose boops, lips grazing at first, soft, shyness on both ends, everything omfg I’m such a hopeless romantic😭)

Kiss A Little More

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: None, just FLUFF!

Word count: 1k+

A/N: You’re my first request 🥺 plus I love this idea, I hope you like it!

You were walking fast through the school halls at 9:15am, you were so late for your precious physics class. You really didn’t want to go to Ms.Lawten’s class but you were already lacking behind and she already didn’t like you very much, you didn’t want to do anything to put fuel to the fire so you decided to go.

So here you were basically sprinting across the hall to get to class, your ballet flats quietly screeching across the hard floor. As you turned to the left, you being your clumsy self, tripped over your own feet.

But you didn’t fall as you felt your body twisting in the opposite direction, before you could hit your head on the floor, your body was pulled to someone's hard chest with the help of something sticky on your left hand.

You looked up in a daze as everything happened a little too fast. There he was, Peter, with one of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand taking the webs off your hand as he looked at you with concern. A smile spread across your face.

“Why are you running in the hall, you could have hurt yourself” he said as he looked at your face for any sign of pain.

“I’m late for my class” that’s all you said as you looked at his face, a bruise on his cheek from last night.

Some new villain in town thought it was a good time to cause ruckus on a school night. You were there and so was Peter, it was your first date and you both were getting ice cream. Peter was quick to react as the second you heard the loud noise, you had looked back at Peter, only to see his clothes on the floor.

Peter had told you that he’s Spider-Man long ago. You’ve been close friends for years and you knew it was coming as he’d always disappear at random times and you were suspicious. One day you had asked about it and Peter was tired of lying to you so he just straight up told you that he was Spider-Man.

Even though the villain was strong with all his magical powers, Spider-Man still won the fight (obviously) and it was all over the news. You really thought Peter wouldn’t show up today but here he was, holding onto you like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing here, Peter? You should be resting after last night” you said as you held his face in your warm hands, your physics class long forgotten.

“I was worried uh. . . about you after last night” he pulled you in the corner scanning the corridor to check if anyone was there.

He kept his hand on the back of your head as he pressed your body to the wall. He was so close and you could feel his heart beating against his chest.

“I’m okay, Peter” you whispered looking at his lips briefly as you gripped his flannel shirt in your hands. Oh he was really really close.

You knew why he was worried. You knew it so damn well. You had been so close to that accident, he was worried that you could have gotten hurt. Or something worse.

“You were just so close to the incident I-“

Peter cut himself short as he scanned your face, he was so out of breath looking at you. You looked so beautiful with your hair up in a ponytail, some strands falling in your face and your lips red with some lip balm.

“I just got worried that you’ll get hurt while I was busy fighting off some stupid old man who thinks he’s entitled to control the world for whatever reason and-“

You were looking at his face all this time, the way he looked so concerned, the way he cared for you and how he wasn’t scared to admit that he cared.

You cut him short this time by putting your hands on the sides of his face as you pulled his face close, your lips brushing on his to calm him down.

“But I’m okay, Peter” you whispered as he closed his eyes, his cheeks turned warm under your skin.

You pulled back slightly, forehead still touching, “are you okay?” you asked, suddenly feeling shy about what you just did and how close you were to him at this moment.

“I’m okay. . . now.” Peter said as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensations. Even though he caught you minutes ago and you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet now, he was still gripping on your body, holding you so tight with your feet slightly off the ground.

“Can I- uh kiss you? Want to k- kiss you so bad” he stammered on his words, he felt so shy asking you for a kiss but he wanted it so bad.

“We just- we didn’t get to kiss last night because you know I flew you home instead of walking you home,” Peter laughed nervously, “and we never got to finish our- um our date so-“

“Shh” you said as you gently pressed your fingertips on his thin, soft lips. You nudged the tip of your nose to his.

“Kiss me” you whispered as your thumb brushed across the bruise on his cheek.

Peter wasted no time as he pressed his lips to yours in an innocent kiss. Bodies pressed so close, not a silver of air could get through. You both felt the heat spread across your cheeks as you hummed against his lips.

“I wanted to do this so bad last night” he mumbled as you felt his hot breath on your face. You giggled as his cheeks turned rosy.

You kissed him again, this one was slightly longer, laced with want and so much love. You flinched as you heard the loud sound of the bell signaling for the second period.

Peter quickly clasped his palms over your ears to protect you from the loud noise and kissed the top of your nose, his face still pressed to yours.

He was clingy like that and you liked it. You really loved how he always wanted to be touching you and how he wouldn’t let go of you. He adored you and you had no problem with the way he showed you that.

“Peter,” you said as you gripped his shoulder, pushing him back gently, “I have a class now, I can’t miss this one too”

He pouted and you tapped your finger over his pouty lips as he was forced to let go of you.

“Um maybe you and I can hang out later today so we can. . . kiss a little more?” you said as you adjusted your blouse, knowing fully well that Peter would never be able to reject you on that idea.

“Please- uh yes I mean yes, yes we can” Peter said as he stepped away, clearing his throat as he fixed his collar and the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Good! So I’m going to the other side of the building and you have physics here so I’ll see you later?” You said as you started slipping away from under him as the hall started filling with other students rushing to their next class. Peter nodded as he watched you leave.

You look back for a little moment as you fasten your pace and Peter points at you, “don’t run in the hall, YN!” he yells as he shakes his head.

A/N: okay, I am so sorry for this being so long, I was going to make this a blurb but I just got carried away because soft, breathless Peter is 10/10.

If you liked this, please try to like/reblog/comment below your thoughts!

Requests are open so send me an ask :)

Thank you♡

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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ML Fic: Per-Chat to Dream (Preview)

(So I have been working a bit on this fic idea. Which if you guys like it, I will be willing be setting up as my next big multi chapter fic. So make sure to comment and reblog if you like it.)

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The beeping of the alarm reverberated through the room

"Ugh..."

Adrien's eyes opened lazily.

He sat up and stretched his arms upward as he yawned.

"Morning Plagg." Adrien yawned as he got out of bed.

He sheepishly walked to the bathroom.

"That akuma last night really wrecked my sleep time." Adrien commented as he brushed his teeth. "Don't even remember how we beat it. But at this point, I can take a guess on how."

He finished brushing his pearly whites and quickly tamed his bed head to resemble his trademark hair style.

"I am sure Ladybug is just as tired as I am."

He quickly got dressed and made sure his backpack was packed.

"Come on Plagg, I know your sleepy, but I need you to get up."

He realized that there was no response. Normally the small cat kwami would be complaining that his alarm clock is jealous of his loving relationship with sleep.

Adrien walked over to the part of the bed Plagg would call his home.

"Went under the pillow to try and sleep more? Typical plagg." Adrien rolled his eyes with a smile.

He pulled the pillow up to reveal nothing.

"Plagg?"

Adrien felt his tiredness turn to annoyance. He didn't have time for hide and seek with the grumpy god. Thankfully, he knew a trick. to find the clever Kwami.

"Plagg! Claws out!"

After a few seconds, nothing had changed. Adrien was still very much Adrien, just posing like an idiot.

"Plagg! Claws out!" Adrien shouted louder.

Still no transformation.

"What is happening?" Adrien pulled his hand back and his eyes went wide to realize, the miraculous was missing!

"Oh no..."

Adrien felt his skin turn pale and a pit of worry in his gut. This felt like the worst case scenario. He needed to find his ring!

Adrien rushed to his bed, pulling up the covers, sheets, pillows and anything that could be potentially hiding his ring. He started looking around his bathroom. He checked the floors, tables, shelves, any small crevice he could think of. He had turned his room upside down with no success.

He felt his mind racing, where could the miraculous be? Did... did they lose that fight last night? Was that why he couldn't remember?! Did the akuma take the miraculous and Hawkmoth was victorious?!

He stops for a moment. He needed to calm down.

'Hold on, that can't be what happened. Wouldn't the world be all grim and depressing with butterflies everywhere if he won? I know! I can just check the ladyblog. Get the details on the akuma attack last night. Maybe I can get some details on what happened.'

Adrien rushes to his computer and goes into his favorites tab, only to find the Ladyblog wasn't in it. He shrugged it off, he can type in the URL manually. He quickly types it into the site search bar... only to find nothing.

"The Ladyblog is gone?" Adrien spoke in a stunned whisper.

He exited out of the browser only to take notice of his computer wallpaper.

It was a picture of him, and a beautiful girl. They were smiling. Her cheeks were rosy and her black hair was down. Her blue eyes as blue as the sky. He looked at the picture of him closely, the way his eyes weren't even looking at the camera. They were fixed on the girl. He felt his heart beat a bit.

When did he have this picture taken? The last girl he dated was Kagami, and they didn't have any pictures together like this. Who was this gorgeous girl in the photo?

The blond teen looked closer, he knows she looked familiar. He felt like he knew her... He shook it off. Right now he didn't have time to figure out who the cute girl was, he had to figure out what happened to Plagg, to his miraculous.

"If only I could contact my lady..." Adrien sighed deeply. This would have been one of those situations where knowing her identity would have been beneficial.

He gets up from his desk chair. He needed to head to school anyway. He was relieved that his father probably wouldn't notice him leaving the house later then normal.

He grabbed his backpack and carefully made his way downstairs, when he heard something highly unusual, Laughter. But even weirder, it was his father laughing.

Adrien felt a chill go down his spine, was there some sort of akuma that was forcing people to laugh? And he didn't have plagg to help.

He rushed down the stairs and pushed his back to the wall. He listened closely. He needed to know the situation.

"...And thats when you said it?" a voice that adrien recognized as his father asked. The voice sounded like it was trying to hold back laughter.

"No, that was before I was heading to the car. He was so keen on keeping me there." another voice spoke, it sounded so familiar to Adrien but he couldn't place it. The voice felt warm and comforting.

"Right, that was when he was offering to pay you double for reshooting the scene." Gabriel stated.

"Yep, and I said. 'I don't care if you triple my pay, I haven't seen my husband and son for 9 months! I am heading home." The woman emphasized.

"And then he tried to say he'd black list you?" Gabriel chuckled.

"Thats when I turned around, walked up to him, looked him dead in the eye and said: 'Look Jeremy, I don't give a butterfly's buttcheek about your threats. You should be thankful I decided to even act in this colossal disappointment of a movie. I am going home, and you can kiss my ring once your movie gets nominated for an Oscar."

Adrien realized he knew that voice. he moved from his hiding spot. Standing in the entry way of the dining room.

"Mom?" Adrien barely managed to speak.

The blond woman in the chair in the classy light pink business suit stood from her chair.

"And so my little sunshine rises. I was wondering when I would see you up? Sorry I haven't gone up to see you yet, I just got home and I needed to tell your father about the ordeal I..."

Adrien hugged his mother. Holding her tightly.

"You're back right? like this is really you?" Adrien was trying to figure out what was going on in this world. Was this really his mother? Was this all a dream? A crazy roller coaster of a dream.

"I missed you too honey." She hugged back. She turned her head to Gabriel. "Remind me to call Jeremy after this, I need to give him another verbal lashing for making my son miss me so much!"

"Will do." Gabriel nodded.

Adrien released the hug.

"I have so many questions..." Adrien started. But Gabriel noticed the time.

"Trust me son, you can ask your mother all about her latest movie after school. You are going to be late if you don't head off." Gabriel instructed.

Adrien felt this day get weirder. Seeing his dad so... happy felt like such an oddity.

His mind was a medley of thoughts that just didn't make sense.

"R-right. I will see you... both after school" Adrien said as he started heading to the door.

"Hold it!"

Adrien froze, his mind still processing the fact that his mother is here and very much alive.

She walks over to him. She kisses his forehead, the blond feeling a sense of calm he desperately needed. His mother always did know how to put him at ease.

"I am finally back, so you need to talk with that lovely girl you have been talking with and set up a time for us to all have dinner together."

"Girl?"

"Yes, don't try to play dumb. The girl that you have been dating for well over 6 months now. Just because I am away doesn't mean I don't follow up with things going on in your life. Your father has sent me some photos of the two of you, and I must say, your father should ask her to help model with you."

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up, he did see the photo of the girl she was referring to. So apparently that girl is his girlfriend?! He would probably feel lucky if he could figure out what exactly was going on.

"I... I will talk with her about it." Adrien managed to answer.

"Great! Now off you go!"

Adrien walked out the door and headed to the car where his driver was waiting like usual.

Though as he was about to get into the car.

"Love you!" he heard his mother call out.

Adrien looked to his mom, a smile slipped on his face.

"Love you too mom."

He hopped into the car and the driver drove off to the school.

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#Per-chat to Dream #ml fic #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #adrien agreste #Emilie agreste #Gabriel agreste #Plagg #Marinette mention #Adrinette

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Flowers in Braids (Fred Weasley)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Could I request something please? 🧡 I just had a thought, a concept if you will, okay, so, Goblet of Fire Fred, and his gf y/n braiding his hair? 👉🏻👈🏻

Warning: None, just fluff

Word Count: 3k (short n sweet, hope you guys enjoy!)

Cloudy rays poured into the windows of Hogwarta giving a small glimpse to the declining temperatures outside. Crowds of students jogged out beyond the castle grounds all meeting up in the small village outside Hogwarts. Hogsmeade was buzzing with life as where the castle was empty besides the students who had yet to reach the age of permission to even enter Hogsmeade. Despite the younger kids cooped up inside their dorm rooms and wandering around the grounds, your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, and yourself had chosen to skip out.

The two of you were locked away in his dorm room, chatting amongst yourself as you kneeled over him, eyes trained on his hair. After working him in for quite some time, you managed to convince Fred to let you give him two French braids. His hair had finally reached the perfectly length and you had been itching for months to try different braids in it.

“Does that feel good, Freddie?”

Your fingertips raked against the skin of his scalp as you reached for another strand. The long orange strands slipped like buttermilk through your grasp. Braiding the outside piece of hair in, you tied it under the middle section of his hair, pulling tightly. Fred jerked back at your force causing his spine to smack against your knee. You mumbled a quick apology, having lost yourself in the rhythm of the weaving pattern. When you braid your own hair, you had conditioned yourself to the scalp piercing pulls. Fred was new to this, so you had to take it easy so he’d let you braid his beautiful locks again. Your boyfriend just smiled smugly with his eyes drawn shut and hummed.

“Mmmhhh.”

Taking a small section of his hair, you braid it into the pile of fiery hair and gave a softer pull to tighten it lightly. The further down you got, the faster your finger moved. Sitting on your knees, you continued weaving while taking a peek at his face. Fred looked half asleep, a small smile displayed across his face. You paused your work to leave a chaste kiss to the side of his rosy cheek. Fred’s eyes pried open by the touch and gazed up at you.

“Is that a yes?” You asked, giggling like a child. Your boyfriend just melted into your touch as you ran your free hand through the left side of his head that wasn’t braided yet. Tracing your fingers through his free strands, Fred leaned further in your touch. He was always a sucker for having you play with his hair.

“Hmmm.”

His hands were folded in his lap, thumbs fiddling quietly. This was by far the most relaxed you had seen him- besides when he was snoring in slumber. Fred was your crazy, energetic, childlike, prankster boyfriend. Although now, he was the exact opposite to his normal demeanor. He hardly uttered a word, basking in the sensation of your touch and pull. His breathing deepened, heavy puffs falling from his chest. You stared for a moment longer then wrapped your hand around the side of his face, other hand holding the end of the braid. Leaning him back a tip, you leaned down to plant a kiss to his lips. Fred grinned against your lips, but soon enough kissed you back sweetly. Whispering you used your hand to guide his head away, closer to the blanket resting on the bed.

“Tilt your head down, love.” You directed him. His ginger hair was as soft as silk, draping over your knuckles with every twist. As your fingers brushed against his neck, you could feel the vibrations of his soothing hums. Reaching around his tall frame, you grabbed a small rubber band and scrunched it around your hand. Hitting the end of the braid, you wrapped the band around the bottom of his hair with ease. Giving one last pull, you took a look at the first finished braid.

“Lemme see, darling.” Fred made grabby hands behind his back motioning for the mirror. You handed him the oval shaped pastel pink mirror and watched on in anticipation. Fred’s eyes roamed your work, examining every detail of your nearly perfectly french braid. He reached up in surprise and lightly tapped the tight weaves.

“Wicked. Are you planning on finishing the otherside or am I meant to walk around like this?” He asked laughing. Handing the mirror back to you, Fred settled into his previous spot, his back pressed to your knees. You giggled at the sight of him. One braid was secured stiffly on one side of his head while his strawberry locks laid past his shoulder on the other side. You rose up so you were kneeling. Fred was quite tall, his towering height made it difficult to see over the top of his head. Grabbing your comb from the mattress, you curled your fingers around the top section, dividing it into three equal strands. You brushed through the pillow soft mane, another hum sounding from Fred.

“What do you think the next task is gonna be? The dragons were terrifying! Still can’t believe you were cheering for the killer dragons over our own friend.” The recollection earned a mental scoff. Remembering the events of last week, you wondered about the upcoming second task. The first task was not exactly your cup of tea. Despite your boyfriend’s astonishment and eagerness over the deathly dragons, you were petrified. Fred kept his hand laced in yours for the entirety of the task. As he cheered crazily with George, he’d squeeze your hand in reassurance to let you know he was still paying attention to you. George would give you hugs every few minutes- half to calm you and the other half to piss his twin off.

Fred chuckled again, leaning his head back so he was looking at you from an upside down view. He puckered his lips causing you to roll his eyes but reluctantly gave in and left a kiss to his ready lips.

“I think you mean amazing, love. Harry’s dragon was by far the best!” His thunderous roar filled the room. George and Lee were out at Hogsmeade, joining the rest of your friends for the day. Any other night Fred and yourself would be taking the long stroll to the village with the group. Hogsmeade trips were highly anticipated but for some reason, neither one of you really felt up for the trip. When Fred woke up, his only plan for the day was to remain attached to his bed. Not having any desires for a busy day, you decided to join him.

“Doesn’t mean you have to cheer for it, Fred.” You commented, snickering to yourself. During the first match, you sat in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch- now dragon arena- in between Fred and George. The twins hollered in excitement when the task was announced. Each competitor that came out, the twins looked through and waited anxiously for the reveal of the dragon. In all honesty, they couldn’t care less about who won or who was competing, they only wanted to see the dragons and their mass destruction. Even when your dear friend was almost killed by the fire breathing monster, Fred and George jumped up and down in delight, clapping their hands and screaming happily, “Go, dragon!”. It was a bit embarrassing to be sitting with them as other students sent dirty looks, especially the Hufflepuffs cheering on Cedric. Fred merely shrugged as you threaded the end of his hair,

“But I wanted to. Anyhow, Harry said it’s got something to do with water and George and I saw Dumbledore and Snape out on the Black Lake so I’d say it’ll be some task out there. Now let me see!” Fred whipped around as lightning speed, looking for the handheld mirror. You could see the excitement on his face. Dragging the mirror towards himself, Fred lifted the glass but just as he did, you snatched the mirror away from him.

“Wait, Freddie, I’m not finished. The flowers, remember? I picked out the purple and white ones just for you.” You squeaked. Fred had promised he’d let you stick some flowers in his braid once you finished. With everything inside of him, Fred desperately wanted to scream no. It already took you months to convince

“But… I wanna go show George my braids and if I have flowers in my hair…” He stopped mid thought when he saw your pouty expression. Puppy dog eyes and a puff out bottom lip, you gazed up at Fred with a begging stare. A smile hit his lips immediately as rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. But I only want the little white ones.”

Grinning in victory you started separating the stems from the petals. Getting the flowers laid out on the large bed, your eyes darted up to Fred in question.

“The daisies?” Holding up the delicate flowers, you raised your brow to Fred. His doe gleam hit yours then down to the miniature flowers. A cheeky smirk flashed across Fred’s face as he flirted,

“The only flower I know is you, darling.”

Your face went deadpan as you shot your giggling boyfriend a playful glare, feigning unamusement. Fred could be extremely sweet when he wants to do and today, that seems to be his main motive. Rolling your e/c eyes you resumed your concentration on his braided hair and the generous pile of daisies laying next to your thigh. Carefully, one by one, you twist the flowers to snap the excess stem off. Then you individually tucked each petallful bud into his locks, cautious not to go overboard like you would in your own binding braids.

The pale petals poked out, It was the kind of brilliant white that would even make new snow look grey, the kind of white that sears into your retinas and makes you temporarily blind. The bright contrast made the pumpkin orange shade of his hair pop in the light. Smoothing your hand over the bumps, you gazed upon your work. Handing the mirror back to Fred, you informed him that you had finished.

“Do you like it, Freddie?” You placed your hands together, hiding your face behind them. This was the first time Fred ever let you even attempt to style his hair, and to Fred Weasley, his hair meant everything. Now in your sixth year, it has reached its peak. Fred and George were very proud of their shoulder length orange locks, and you could understand why. Dating for already three years, you could confidently declare this style was your favorite. This being the reason you yelled in horror after the stunt Fred and George pulled during their entry, or attempt of an entry, for the Tri-Wizard tournament. After he finished tousling and rolling around on the floor with his twin, Fred ran up to you for help. Much to his surprise, you took off like a rocket in the opposite direction. Your friends all laughed at the sight of the twins until tears were streaming down their cheeks. His aged state, and frizzed crazy white hair was too much for you to process all at once. You nearly cried in joy when the prankster came knocking on your door hours later back to his normal state. Back again were his beloved ginger locks. The traumatic event still haunted you. Since then, you never missed a moment to admire his beautiful long hair.

One thing Fred loved was your need to constantly touch his locks. Sitting in class, Fred will lean his head on your shoulder as the professor drones one. Muscle memory kicks in and your free hand will sneak up his back and start running your runnings through his hair. When names were being drawn out of the flaming goblet, Fred sat in front of you with George. He squeezed himself between your legs, his arms resting on your knees. While the headmasters snatched their slips of papers falling from the fire, you’d be fiddling with strands of his hair, petting over the velvet like hair. To Fred, it was always comforting to sense your hands on him, no matter where.

You waited patiently, nervous for his reaction. Fred’s large hands moved the mirror in various spots, trying to get a peek from every possible angle. Eyes raking over the braids, a twinkle beamed on Fred’s lips as he exclaimed,

“It looks wonderful, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you, I love it!” Your heart jumped with happiness at his approval. Throwing your arms around him, Fred maneuvered so he was fully facing you. He returned the hug, gripping your body tightly in his arms. His lips sneaked a quick kiss to your blushing cheek.

“Serious? Or are you just being nice?” You asked softly.

Pulling away, Fred slid you forward so you were sitting practically in his lap. Once more he sealed a peck to your lips, then left a lingering kiss on the tip of your nose.

“No, really, I honestly love it. We gotta go find George and Lee! They should be back soon. But if they ask for you to braid their hair, please say no, darling. I only want you braiding my hair, not George’s. He won’t shut up about it if you do.” His tone was a facade of chaff, a hint of seriousness shining through. It was clear he was pretending to be all jokes but the sincerity lingered. You rolled your eyes overtly and smacked his chest like a child.

“You’re so dramatic, Freddie. I won’t touch your brother’s hair, Merlin’s sake.”

Just as you went to stand up, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your frame and yanked you to your previous position.

“Where are you going?”

“I thought we were gonna show George and Lee-”

The warmth of his breath smacked against the chilling skin of your neck. His arms were stiff around your waist, not even giving you a chance to escape. Giggles stormed through you at the feeling. Fred’s fingers poked and probed at your sides, starting an attack of tickles. You tried to pin his hands down although he overpowered you in seconds. He paused his tickle war not long after, allowing you to catch a gasp of air. Smiling brightly at you, Fred extended his legs out so you were placed between them.

“But I haven’t gotten to braid your hair yet! Now, turn around for me, darling. Hand me the brush please. Your braid is gonna be all flowers, no hair.” The contagious laughter of Fred encapsulated the atmosphere. Your hands shot up to cover your face in embarrassment. Fred had tried- at least ten times- to get a braid to stick in your hair and he had yet to succeed. His idea of a braid was starting with holding all three strands of hair at once and just twisting them in a repetitive cycle. The thought of grabbing pieces of hair to braid in was just another level of hair styling to Fred. Glancing up at Fred you gave him an unsure gaze.

“I’m gonna look like a clown, Freddie.”

Not missing a beat, your gentleman of a boyfriend just smirked, replying,

“A cute clown, love. A cute flower clown. You’ll have people thinking Halloween came early!” Already expecting what was to come, Fred cowered behind his arms, using them as shield from your hits. You didn’t strike to hurt, just to sting. Part of dating Fred was falling victim to his teasing. As close as you were, his jokes never truly offended you. There was a line drawn years ago and his toes never even grazed it. Crossing your arms over your chest you scrunch your nose in pretend annoyance.

“Freddie! Not nice.”

Your boyfriend laughed gently then reached over to pick up your basket of flowers on the ground. Sifting his hands through the pile, Fred was deep in concentration as he plucked out about five flowers of various shapes. The thing that stood out to you was the color. Although different in type, all the flowers were a pretty lilac tone. You assumed he had chosen flowers for your hair until he spoke.

“I’ll let you put some purple flowers in my hair, if you’d like? Would that make it up to you?” He asked you sweetly. Fred knew you weren’t actually mad, a small part of him wanted pastel purple flowers to begin with. He just didn’t want you telling everyone he chose them himself- this way he could say he had to, in order to make you happy. The words lit a spark behind your eyes and you eagerly pivoted on the bed so your back was against his front. Nodding to yourself you agreed to his offer, trying not to show your excitement too much.

“Now face the wall, love. I’m gonna give you a Italian braid so sit still.” Your eyes widen in confusion as you whip around to face him. Fred grinned enthusiastically, holding a small portion of your hair in his hands. Squinting your eyes, you laugh a bit at him.

“An Italian- Freddie, no, darling. It’s called a French braid!”

His saucer like eyes just stared at you, the terminology flying straight over his head. He flickered between your gape, then down to your hair, then back up. Bobbing his head he seemed to agree with you. He grabbed your shoulders gingerly and positioned you so you were looking at the wall again. Mumbling to himself, Fred whispered words of encouragement earning a chuckle from you.

“Oh, yeah… a French braid.” His hands roamed through your hair, fingers brushing against your scalp. Nimbly he separated your strands into small portions. You felt the strong tug on your hair when he suddenly stopped abruptly and asked faintly, “Sweetheart… how do you braid hair?”

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years

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Can the Batman get flustered ? - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Batman has a reputation of always being impassive. Of being very in control of his emotions. But of course, you being his wife, you know his secrets and weak spots... And apparently, sending him dirty texts while you guys are in public definitely works very well to fluster him /Drabble-Minific.

You know that Tik Tok trend where people send a dirty text to their s/o while they’re in public ? I don’t know why I find it so funny and all, but today during my lunch break I was scrolling through the app and fell on a few of those and...boom. This story was born haha. Written in half an hour while I was eating pasta, I hope you’ll like it nonetheless :

TW : SLIGHTLY Nsfw. I mean. The subject itself is “dirty texts” so ya know haha. No actual texts will be shown, but insinuation will.

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Not amused.

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Here it goes.

He hears the little “beep” of his phone, notifying him that he just received a text.

Not any text though.

A text from a family member. It was a very specific “beep”, for when one of his kids, you, or Alfred were sending him a text.

You’re a little disappointed he changed the alert sound back to that boring “beep” it has always been.

You rather liked, when Jason pranked him and instead put a recording of himself saying “dingityding motherfucker, ya got a message from one of us”.

It wasn’t very tasteful for sure, and yeah, you probably shouldn’t’ve found it so funny...But solely for the face your husband and the people he was talking to made, it was all worth it.

So what if you were nodding along to Bruce’s sermon as he was scolding your son, while simultaneously, when your husband wasn’t looking, giving two thumbs up to Jason ?

Anyway. Here was the family “beep”. And here it goes.

A smile to the people he was talking to meaning : “Apologies, I have to take this.” as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

Not that it surprised anyone. He was Bruce Wayne, a busy billionaire who owned multiple enterprises and who was constantly on the move to something new. His phone ringing wasn’t exactly something special.

Him answering during a conversation wasn’t either.

Not only did he have the reputation of being a rather busy bee, but he was also known as quite a protective father. His children were not present at the gala that night, meaning any calls or texts could be an emergency from them.

Of course, nobody even suspected himbo Bruce Wayne to be the scary Batman, so no one could quite understand how worried Bruce could get about his kids. Yet Bruce Wayne has been a family man long enough by then for everyone to know he was a “doting father”.

The fact he always protected them from too much media coverage, or how angry he would get when someone would be a little too chummy with them purely by interest...

You always found it sweet.

That he cared so much about his family that even those not knowing him at all, even those only seeing his “Brucie Wayne” persona (minus the Playboy side he gave up long ago when deciding to make it official with you) noticed.

Of course, you knew he wasn’t always the perfect father. Or husband. But the fact he always tried so hard, and no matter what, always cared so much (maybe even too much ?) made everything worth it.

Ah, but today wasn’t about how sometimes, it was a little difficult to be Batman’s wife.

Today, it was about how fun it could actually be.

Like right now, as he excused himself and took his phone out to see what the text he just received said.

He was reading it now. And suddenly...

His eyes widened, his face turned a light shade of red, he hurriedly hid his phone’s screen, and cough a little to hide how hot he suddenly felt.

“Are you alright, Bruce ?”

One of the man he was talking to asked, and with an awkward smile (very unlike him), he answered :

“Yes, yes everything is ok. Haha. The um, the children.”

The man nods, and says something like : “Aaah children, never cease to worry us right ?” and Bruce chuckles. Of this utterly fake chuckle only you knew was fake.

His real laugh sounded nothing like that.

A few more seconds pass, before Bruce excuses himself, saying he has to go check something, and...Finally.

Finally, his eyes are searching for you.

Finding you easily amongst everyone else.

His slight frown, his rosy cheeks who would stay this color for a little while still, and the way he walked towards you with incredible resolve...How adorable.

“I bet you find this funny, mm ?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, dear.”

Your small smile is infuriating. And oh, oh how Bruce wished he didn’t love it as much as he did. Oh how he wished he could actually be mad at you for sending him such a thing, in such a public place.

“You need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what, exactly ?”

“Sending me -he lowers his voice and continues- sending me those, things.”

“Things ?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You smile at him, coyly. But he can see the mischievous spark in your eyes. And he scoffs, frustrated that you always seem to easily get to him.

Nobody does that. Only you.

Sure, his kids will sometimes get under his skin just for the sake of it. Or could have rather hurtful words if they weren’t feeling well. But he was always able to control his emotions in those cases.

The Batman was always so impassive. He always looked so in control of his emotions. And Bruce worked for years and years to achieve this. To be able to hide it all deep within him, to pretend he’s not feeling anything, and stay neutral.

But you...You always burned through his very being. Wether it was because you smiled at him, or send him a rather dirty text in the middle of a crowded charity ball, as he was talking to some of the most powerful people in Gotham.

Oh. Oh this was a treat. A flustered Bruce. It wasn’t often, you could get him like that. And it was such a treat.

He can see you’re enjoying this. And passed the initial shock of you telling him such dirty things in your texts, he can see how funny and rather sexy this entire thing could be.

If only, if only he could control his emotions when around you.

But he can’t. He can’t because he loves you too much. And because you know exactly how to play him (to be fair, he also knew exactly how to play you, and could drive YOU crazy if he wanted to, too...each had a turn, you guess).

He bites the inside of his lips, as he usually does when he’s slightly amused, yet a bit annoyed. Yes. That was a mood that was fairly frequent with Bruce. Especially when it came to you.

You always knew exactly which buttons to push to rile him up, to fluster him, to exasperate him to no end, too.

And when he bit the inside of his lips, it was when he felt a mix of amusement, and annoyance.

To be honest, that was exactly what you were looking for to get out of him.

And sending him a dirty text in public always worked. You loved, the flustered way he reacted. The flushed cheeks, the blabbering and how it took him a little bit to regain countenance while usually it’d only take him a few seconds to hide his feelings.

You smile at him again, happy you still have any effect on him and...

Ah. And there it was. Passed the initial shock of receiving such a text, and the slight annoyance at you trying to fluster him...the smile. A genuine and soft smile. One only always directed at you. One that showed you, and everyone around, just how much Bruce Wayne loved you.

He throws an arm around your waist, and says :

“So. Should we get out of here ?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Another smile. Genuine. Making everything worth it.

The hardships, but also this sort of simple moments.

When Bruce Wayne could act like a “normal” man, and get flustered as his wife send him sexy texts while they were in public, and very crowded places.

Bruce smiles at you. Genuinely. Yes. You could always get to him. And, frankly, even if he loved to complain about it...He wouldn’t have it any other way.

And now ? Now he was definitely ready to go try out what you suggested in that god forsaken text.

Why do you chose such moment do to this ?!

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Like clockwork.

He was in an important business meeting, but everyone here recognized that special “beep”, the one Jason oh so loved to change up to ridiculous things.

It was even worst lately, as he started a “game” with his siblings : “Whoever can get their hands on dad’s phone and replace all his notification sounds with something stupid, wins”. Needless to say, your children’s competitive side was driving your husband crazy.

It was rather funny, to watch him, each mornings as he was getting ready to leave for work, getting slightly unnerved as he made sure his alarms hadn’t been changed (your children could be sooooo sneaky).

Tim won, when he slyly and sneakily replaced the “beep” with...that same “beep” a few times, as to not make his father suspicious, only for, after the third “beep”, the phone screaming the main theme from the “Barbie : Thumbelina” movie. Damn.

Your kids were geniuses.

It was hilarious, to see your husband’s face suddenly turning pale.

Ah but your children, all genius that they were, were still amateurs.

They couldn’t get him to feel as mortified as you could, when you pulled this particular little trick on him...

Annoying him ? Making him feel embarrassed for a few seconds ? Exasperating him to no end ? That, they were always good at. But he would always regain his countenance fast.

But what you did ? Haha. Aaah it would stay on his mind for long after the event, and would most definitely...Fluster him.

Flustered.

Not a state the great Bruce Wayne was in often.

And most of the time, you were the source of the “flustering”.

Like right now, as he was in an important meeting, and heard his phone “beep”.

The “family beep”.

Unfortunately for him, it was one of “those texts”. That you just send because well, maybe you were a little evil ? Maybe you liked, to fluster him when he was in public ? To show people he was actually human ?

He looked at his phone, straightened up in his chair and...Of course, he guessed that you must be around.

And there you were indeed. Right outside the room.

He quickly glanced at you through the glass walls of the conference room.

You saw him readjust his pants, and you knew you definitely got to him today. But his reaction wasn’t that grand. Maybe he had um...A little “pants being too tight” problem, but it was clear he could easily hide it. And he got hold of his face rather fast.

Still, it was very entertaining, how clearly bothered he was. How unable to focus on the meeting he was. Only you though, who knew him better than anyone else, would notice the shift in his behavior.

It wasn’t enough, though. And he wasn’t looking at you anymore. That wouldn’t do.

You decided to give him the coup de grace and slipped to the restroom to um...Take a nice picture of yourself, let’s say that.

You went back to wait outside the conference room, where you’d have a GREAT view of him. And of his reaction. That was certainly going to be...Something.

“Beep”. The family “beep”.

It’s uncanny, how Bruce never suspects you’re going to trick him TWICE in a row. He should though. You often do it.

Ah but his fatherly instincts always get the best of him, and when he hears that specific “beep”, he can’t stop but look. In case anyone needs him.

He should really find a “beep” just for you, shouldn’t he ? Then again, even then, even with the knowledge that you LOVE to send him dirty text while he’s in public, he’d still jump on the notification. Just in case something happened, you know ?

Nothing happened today. Well. Except for your little restroom trip.

He barely takes a look at the photo you send him, that his eyes widen, he spits the drink he was taking all over the papers in front of him, and he slams his phone screen first on the table (shattering it in the process).

“Um...are you okay, mister Wayne ?”

His associates and employees are concerned. For good reasons. And Bruce hastily tries to dry his paperwork, and apologize saying it’s nothing, that they’re all doing a great job and to continue, please.

They do. Writing this incident off as yet another one of their boss’ eccentricities (as far as they were concerned, there were lots of them).

And you are LIVING. It’s always nice, you can get such reaction out of him.

He looks at you again. And as the meeting went on, for ten more excruciating minutes, he kept looking at you, although he tried really hard to focus on what was being said.

Oh well. He’d ask Lucious for a recap.

His eyes also kept going to his shattered phone, playing that photo over and over in his head...Finally, the meeting was over, and he rushed out.

No one was surprised, they all saw you waiting patiently (haha) outside. They all liked “Mrs. Wayne”, you were nice, and always lifted their boss’ spirit.

And they knew that when you were around, it was usually to pick him up. So yes. It wasn’t a surprised when he hastily said goodbye, and went to you.

“You need to stop doing that !”

You don’t even bother answering, smiling at him in a mischievous almost evil way. And you kiss him on the lips. A simple, very chaste peck. That light his heart on fire.

It’s crazy, the effect you have on him. No matter how much he tries to keep himself in check. Of course, he has the same effect on you. And to be honest, he flusters you much more than you fluster him.

After all, rare are the perfect occasions to send him dirty texts in moments that will fluster him. If you did it in any other time, he’d just smile and immediately go to you. Or answer with an equally heated text (when he was away, sexting was totally a thing).

More often than not, he was the one in control. Oh but when you could get to him...When you could get to him, you REALLY got to him. And if anyone else would notice how truly flustered he got, they wouldn’t recognize him.

But you knew him. You knew how sweet and soft he could be. How many people had the wrong ideas of him. And how adorable it was, when you got him all hot and bothered in that way.

How, no matter how much he tried, you always got to him, during those moments. And how much it meant.

How much it meant.

It meant that you were his only one. That nobody understood him more than you. And that honestly, no matter how annoyed, flustered and such he would get...he was just always feeling a little happy nonetheless.

Yes.

It meant a lot, that you knew him that well. And that only you, with a few well placed words, could fluster him so.

In the Watchtower.

This was rather dangerous.

Which added even more spices to everything.

Not that usually, it wasn’t “dangerous”. So far, you did it to him while he was in a meeting, at a gala, not far from many paparazzis...

There had always been a sort of danger, to you sending this kind of texts to him while in public.

But today...Ah today there was even more.

Because today, you guys were in the Justice League’s watchtower.

And there were MANY people, in that place, that could easily take a peak at what Bruce had on his phone. And that would NEVER leave it down that the Batman was receiving such filth from his wife.

That’s why you did it. And also because that very same morning, Bruce had been a little too grumpy and unpleasant, and you wanted to take a little revenge on him.

It was rare, really, that he would be a jerk to you or his kids nowadays. But sometimes. Just sometimes...Well. He wasn’t a perfect being. He had many flaws. And he could be a bit of a dick, at times. Even to you and your children.

Hence, the well deserved little revenge you were about to get (not that you really needed a reason to want him flustered...but here, with all your superhero friends, it was a particular treat).

One. Two. Three. Fo-

“Beep”. The specific family one.

Batman was sitting at the tip of the meeting table. You were sitting a few seat from him, a wide evil grin already plastered on your face. And all your best friends were around the table, discussing plans to secure Earth a little more from intergalactic attack.

“Excuse me for a minute.”

Your husband says. And no one is surprised. They all recognize the “family beep”. And despite the reputation he dragged for years, they also all know what his family means to him...

Clark is right there, slowly leaning towards Bruce, and you know he’s about to ask if the kiddos are alright. Turns out, Clark Kent is an amazing uncle. And friend. He worries a lot about “y’all”, very often.

And oh, oh this was going to be fun.

At the very moment Bruce’s eyes see your name on his phone, and what is the content of your text, his eyes widen, turn to Clark and...

“What the hell Bruce ?”

Your husband, by pure instinct, shoved Clark’s face away, while at the same time hiding his phone in his pocket again.

Clark could’ve avoided it easily, you knew. But he probably wasn’t really expecting the Batman to get weirdly panicky and shove him away like that ?

“You were-...Too close.”

Bruce says a bit abruptly, trying really hard to hide how worked up he feels after he read what you send him. He avoids your look like the plague, and pretends as if this little incident didn’t happen, returning to discussing plans.

The incident passed fast, and although Clark was a bit sour about it, he didn’t ask further. He guessed yes, he was a little too close ? He just wanted to be sure whoever send the text was alright.

And oh. Oh that whoever was definitely alright.

Because it was you. And this entire scene unfolded to your utter delight. Bruce abruptness and such was very much like him to all his friends. But you...You saw beyond that.

You saw how rosy his cheeks got under his mask. And how his eyes kept wandering to you, even as he was working on something very important.

You saw how truly flustered he got. So flustered in fact, that he couldn’t think of a clever way out of why he shoved his friends away, but that he was “too close”.

A little unlike Bruce.

Or was it really ? Was it truly unlike him, or just unlike the idea so many people had of him ? Because you...

You knew the real Bruce. And sometimes, he could be clumsy and shy and stumble on his words. He could be awkward and cute, all flustered and blushy.

He could be...He was so many things.

And so many sides of him were absolute secrets. Secrets only you and your children knew.

You were privy to the most secret parts of him.

The adorable ones that would get flustered by a dirty text send in public.

But also the very sexy one that would later act upon it...

He could act annoyed, embarrassed and like he was mad at you all he wanted. You knew he secretly LOVED it, when you took this kind of risk.

And oh. Oh how you knew.

Really ?! In front OF MY SALAD ?!

It was a “family and friends” barbecue. One of those occurrences that happen very rarely, when your entire circle of close friends and family is free.

One of those very rare occurrences where you could all meet up, and have a relaxing time. Today, a barbecue.

The summer heat was heavy, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked at your kids and Clark’s son, Jon, playing in the pool.

Jason and Jon were having a fight against Tim and Damian, and you weren’t sure it was a very fair one...Up until Tim kicked his brother in the nuts, and Jason fell in the water, cursing him.

You probably should’ve told them to “play nice”, but then Jason emerged from the water and grabbed both his little brothers and...It was clearly all in good fun. Jon was bursting in laughter, cheering along with Duke and Cass for whoever they were siding with to win.

Ah. Ah you lived for days like this. When you could all pretend to be normal. Then again, you would change your lifestyle for no others.

The vigilante thing, making Gotham (and by extension the World) a better place...this was what you chose. What you all chose.

You turned away from your children playing in the pool, screaming (you were pretty sure they could be heard all the way in Downtown Gotham) and having fun, to look for your husband.

And there he was. Flipping some burgers on the barbecue. Looking hella fine in his polo shirt and cargo shorts. Then again, that man could wear a burlap sack that he would still look good.

You were shamelessly staring at him when he turned to look at you, giving you the smuggest look you’ve seen on his face in a while.

Oh. Oh the bastard. He knew the effect he had on you. And he loved it.

Mmm.

That sort of called for a little lesson, right ? Punishment, perhaps ?

And the environment was perfect. Here he was, taking care of the barbecue, while surrounded by friends asking for burgers...The perfect setting to fluster Bruce Wayne.

You took your phone out, and wrote everything you wanted to do to him. The way that polo shirt was clinging to his muscles definitely fueled your imagination.

You pressed send, and sat back in your chair, sipping on your non-alcoholic cocktail. You smiled at Lois and Dinah as they came to sit next to you, and took part in their conversation (they were talking about how annoying Oliver and Clark could be, yet how great they were too, and ah you could relate to this haha). But you kept a lookout for Bruce.

His phone rang. The infamous “family beep”. But he didn’t immediately react. Probably because his entire family was reunited here, and he could see none of them were in trouble.

He was probably thinking it was you sending him a text about how well you wanted your burger. Or something like that. And that’s when...

Your oldest son was coming with a plate full of uncooked food for the barbecue, and was about to settle it on the table next to his dad, but his phone was in the way. So he took it in his hand, and as he settled the plate Bruce’s phone rung again.

You stood up, and called out, a little panicked :

“No no no wait Dick ! Hey ! Don’t look at-”

Too late. You could see, as your son turned very pale, eyes widening and looking very ill, that he saw what you send your husband...

Damn it. And it was a very imaginative one at that, today...You sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“WHAT THE FUCK ?!”

Dick turned towards his father, looking as if he had just been betrayed. And Bruce has no idea what’s happening.

“WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR PHONE OUT LIKE THAT IF THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA RECEIVE ?!”

And suddenly, your husband understands. And he’s not sure if he’s amused or if he wants to frown at you. He gives you a quick glance, and you shrug. You definitely didn’t intend on traumatizing your son with this...

Dick takes hold of his salad bowl, looks at his father straight in the eyes and says :

“You disgust me.” Oh, but it was said in such an overdramatic, over the top way. It was impossible for you not to grin.

And on that note, absolutely outraged and rather grossed out, Dick leaves to go grumpily eat his salad, alone at one of the outside table. Slowly, his siblings go to him, wondering what happened and why he screamed like that.

But as they see you slowly laugh your ass off, as they see their father who’s not sure if he should be flustered, ashamed or amused, and as they see Dick’s face...They all understand the subject of it all. They don’t know the exact things that happened. But they know their parents enough, and particularly the way you sometimes couldn’t get your hands off of each others, to know what this all was about.

Cue a bunch of “oh no ewwwww”, and a few “in front of your salad ?!” doubled with “this is a family event...”, and you definitely can’t stop laughing.

You feel a little bad, because you really didn’t intend on your son seeing what you had to say. And this was definitely one of the worst thing that happened on the spectrum of “my parents are gross...ly in love”. But you can’t help it. Your kids’ faces are just too funny.

And the way Bruce tries to resist looking at his phone to see what you said, while obviously being very curious (and feeling a little hot, the heat outside not being the reason)...it was just the icing on the cake.

So what if you were a little evil, and liked to tease him a bit too much ? And what if there were some little collateral damages along the way ?

As you always said, nobody was perfect.

Sometimes, it is welcomed.

Oh but there are days. Harder than others. Where you do it, not to fluster or annoy him, but to take his mind off of his troubles.

Like right now.

You could see him, in the middle of this sea of people. Not feeling like he belongs. And dwelling on painful past events.

You went to get him a drink, for once. You left him alone for a few minutes, as you made your way to the bar and ordered the usual non-alcoholic drinks you two got. But when you turned around...

Here he was.

Lost. In a place he did not want to be in, but had to so he could keep the “Brucie” facade he put up all those years. So the suspicion about him being Batman could never even start. And so he could put his money to good use.

Charity, rebuilding the city, funding schools, hospitals...All of this required his presence.

But oh. Oh he really didn’t want to be there. If it was up to him, he would probably be home, with his kids, in front of a movie they chose. Bonus point if you were snuggled up to him.

This was his “one night a week” he HAD to not go out as Batman. And it killed you, that this night was too often used for such events...

But alas, choosing the life you both chose required certain sacrifices. Including a few hours mingling with people you don’t even like, to try and make your city a better place.

There was, however, something you could do for him. Something that would cheer him up, in this moment of “I wish I was somewhere else”.

The “dirty texting to fluster Bruce” tactic wasn’t only used in mischievous way, to make him fluster and blush and such.

No. No sometimes, sometimes it was used to cheer him up.

Like now.

Bruce’s mind was elsewhere, drowning in this sea of people he couldn’t even remember the names of.

Until a familiar “beep” resounded in his pocket.

The family “beep”.

Without a second thought, he takes his phone out and...

Yes. There are certain moments, in which you sending him the dirtiest text he ever read (and being the “most eligible bachelor” for quite a while, he already received quite the saucy sexte), while you are in public, instead of flustering him would...

He finds you in the crowd easily.

He always found it easy, to single you out. Even while amongst this many people. It’s because to him, you shine. Almost quite literally.

He never had any difficulties finding his way back to you, even in the most crowded places...Sometimes, he joked that it’s because he could feel his love for you guide him. When he feels extra sappy, he says it with a serious tone.

And he means it.

He does.

It’s easy, to find you. Because he knows where to look. As if instinct linked you to him all those years ago. And he knows. He knows it’s because he never loved anyone like he loves you.

And right now, as you sent him a particularly graphic text in the hope to take his mind off of whatever dark thoughts he was getting lost in, he definitely finds it extra easy to find your face.

There you are.

And he smiles at you. Widely. So pure. Rare, for a man like him.

Because he knows. He knows this time, you didn’t send this to him to fluster him in front of people, but to distract him.

And it works. Oh damn it works.

His smile turns “sexy”, as anyone would say, and he looks very smug, as you walk towards him.

In truth, whenever you send him such a text, he always feel a little rush. Wether you’re trying to fluster him, or just cheer him up.

That man was as in love with you as if it was the first day, forever stuck in the honeymoon phase...Why wouldn’t he appreciate receiving hot texts from you ?

Even when you were purposefully trying to make him blush, there was a little part of him, although it was infuriating how satisfied you look that you ALWAYS succeeded, that just loved those texts.

You’re right next to him now, handing him his drink. He takes it smoothly from your hand,

“Thank you, my love.”

You wink at him, reveling in his warmth, snuggling a little closer albeit staying rather discreet, as this was an official event, after all.

His hand squeeze your waist a little, and you know what he’s about to do. He bends down to your ear and whispers, all suave and smug :

“What was this about needing um, a little disciplining ?”

You smile, knowing your mission was a frank success as he’s definitely not thinking about not wanting to be there anymore. Well. He most likely does. But he’s not dwelling on pain and misery for sure. And he’s not thinking those dark thoughts he can have sometimes...

You give him a coy look, and then you say :

“When we get out of here, I’ll show you.”

Oh you make him melt. Unable to hide his bedroom eyes, he gives your forehead a chaste kiss in the hope to regain countenance.

But it’s too late. You successful diverged his thoughts from any darkness...But now all he can think about is you.

And what you told him you wanted him to do to you.

Yes. Sometimes...Sometimes, you sending him absolutely dirty texts in public was everything he needed to come back to life.

As ridiculous as this sounded.

You were his lifeline so many times...He had no idea, at this point, what he would do without you. He couldn’t go back to the way he lived before you. No. He couldn’t.

And you wouldn’t let him anyway. Because no matter what, you were here for him. Your unconditional love, and self-admittedly cheekiness was here for him.

Ah. How good it felt, to be the only one in the world that could show off about being able to “fluster” the Batman himself.

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I think I haven’t written something that short in like...ever haha. I haven’t re-read myself, this is just a quick bonus story :). It’s really just a little fun thing to write, nothing too serious or detailed or with too much feels ^^'. A quick drabble written for the sake of writing haha. I hope you liked it anyway, and aren’t disappointed or something ?

Just wanted to show an unknown almost “evil” side to Batmom ? Hahahaha. Anyway : Any comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ^^. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with an actual story ! There’s one coming just this week-end ;).

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notsofloofy · 3 years

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Good Girl

Idol: Park Chaeyoung (Blackpink)

For a night of celebration, your girlfriend can’t help keep her hands to herself when it’s been a while since she’s spent time with you.

Warning: rough sex, praise kink, strap-on, exhibitionism, oral

☕buy me a coffee☕

Chaeyoung looks at your from the corner of her eyes, her lips twitching slightly when your attention refused to leave Jisoo and Lisa’s antics as they continued to fight over who had won the game they were playing.

While Jennie had decided to refill the snack bowl, the pair decided to have you as their referee and Chaeyoung could not stand the lack of attention, especially when she needed you so close to her.

She was mentally pleading for Jennie to come back just so she could excuse both you and herself to get a bit of alone time.

“Stop moving.” You murmured softly for only her to hear and the strawberry blonde had to bite her lip just so she wouldn’t outwardly whine and let her members hear her.

It started when she decided to climb on your lap and cuddle you. The moment she threw her legs over your lap, she felt something brushing against her and her eyes quickly snap to your face. The quick eye contact you had given each other was all it took for her to realize that you had your own plans for her and it shot heat straight to her core.

“Stop moving.” You warned her, arm wrapped around her hips as she felt the toy pressing against her leg while her arms were loose around your neck. “But I need you.” She quietly whimpered into your neck, biting her lip as her hand slipped under your shirt and let her nails lightly scratch against your stomach.

Your eyes shift from the competitive in front of you to your girlfriend as she stares back at you with wide and pleading eyes. “Please?” She pleaded once more and you had to look over to the kitchen where Jennie had disappeared before huffing.

“Unnie, how long are you going to take with the food?” You call out and the woman emerges a few minutes after, brow raised as she reclaimed her seat and set the bowl down. “Calm down, the food is here. No need to get your panties in a twist.” She says with a roll of her eyes and you had to laugh at her words before shaking your head.

You adjust your position so that your girlfriend was finally situated between your legs, her back pressed against your front, effectively making her squirm as when she felt the toy make contact with her back, but the hand on her leg forces her to stop when you give her a firm squeeze.

Placing a pillow on her lap, you then rest your chin on her shoulder while your hand slips inside her shorts without anyone possibly noticing. But your girlfriend’s legs quickly close, her eyes wide as she turns her head to look at you in alarm.

“Y/n, we’re-”

“You’ve been so needy, baby.” You coo quietly in her ear, making her throat run dry when she feels your fingers ghost over her already soaked underwear. It causes you to hum, smirking against her neck when you give it a light nip. “I’ve barely even touched you.” You chuckle and your girlfriend holds the pillow closer just to have your hand closer to where she needs you to be.

“You guys are disgusting.” Chaeyoung’s head quickly snaps to Jennie’s cringing figure. “I get it, you’re dating and madly in love, but there’s no need to rub it in our faces.” The rapper complains, making you laugh and for your girlfriend to relax slightly.

Though her relief is short lived when she feels you pushing her underwear aside and your middle finger rubs gently against her folds, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her mad.

She squeezes the pillow tight, her legs trying to keep your hand in place as your fingers continue to tease at her folds. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning when your lips brush against the shell of her ear.

“Be quiet, baby girl. Don’t let the others catch on to what you’re doing.” But the thrill of getting caught had only made her even more aroused as she pressed herself more against you, her breathing heavy as she tried to bury her face to your neck.

Without warning, your middle finger slipped into her with ease, causing her body to tense up and a low groan was muffled against your skin. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing good.” She quietly hums in delight as her walls clamp around the digit inside of her, one you started to slowly pump in and out of her.

“So, Y/n, what did you think about our album?” Jennie’s voice suddenly piped up again and you tear your eyes away from your girlfriend, an innocent grin on your face. “I think it was amazing. You all did an amazing job in the video, too. But I have to say, Pretty Savage has got to be my favorite song.” You say casually as though you weren’t fucking your girlfriend right in front of her friends.

Lisa makes a sound that was either a grunt or a scoff. “I bet you just kept looking at Chaeyoung during our performances.” She stated and you laugh while adding another finger, pushing both of them until your were knuckle deep in your girlfriend’s pussy, causing her breathing to hitch as her other hand grabbed your wrist to keep you from pulling out.

“Hey, you were all hot, but I am kinda biased.” You reply while pressing a kiss to Chaeyoung’s temple when she hid her face into your neck again, her teeth lightly sinking into your skin to stop herself from moaning out loud.

The action was dismissed as her growing shy and Jennie giggled while tossing a pillow at the two of you. “You are such a sweet talker. No wonder Rosie’s in deep.”

Oh if she only knew.

“Anyway, do you two have any plans now that promotions are over? We have some time before the concert.” Jisoo questioned without tearing her eyes away from the screen. “We’ve been talking about going on a date, but we haven’t really decided on what to do.”

“You alright there, Chaeyoung? You’ve been really quiet.” You look down at the squirming girl between your legs, curling your fingers and then slowly pulling them out, earning a quiet and muffled moan against your neck. “I think she’s getting sleepy.” You chuckle before taking your hand out of her shorts and then rubbing her back with your other hand.

“That makes sense. We’ve been really busy, so go ahead and bring her to bed. We can catch up some more in the morning.” Jennie tells you before gesturing to the two busy people. “I’ll handle them, so go ahead.”

Chaeyoung sends the brunette a weak smile before you stand up, arms around her waist to give her support, already knowing how weak her legs have gotten. You bring her to her bedroom, bidding the three goodnight before entering the room, immediately locking the door as you did and then shoving the Aussie against it.

“My, my, Rosie, you’ve been quite naughty.” You taunt while trapping her between you and the door while she grips at your arms, trembling as the heat in her began to grow and the ache had only gotten worse as she felt the strap on pressing against her through your clothes.

It’s easy to decipher what she wants and you waste no time pulling down her shorts and underwear then letting them drop to the floor. She quickly undoes your pants and you kick them off when they reach your ankles before her hand reaches down to play with her clit, her juices coating her fingers as she spreads her legs apart for you.

Her breathing is heavy, her skin flushed as her hand leaves her clit to wrap around the fake cock, guiding you to her entrance and whimpering. “Please. I need you.” She pleads and you grip her waist while peppering kisses on her shoulder and neck. “Have you been a good girl?” You hum as the tip of the toy teases at her aching heat.

“I promise, I’ll be good.” Her voice is breathy, desperate to have you inside of her, and you decide that she’s had enough teasing, for now. The toy slips inside of her and she gasps at the size, forgetting just how big you were as you stretched her walls out.

Her hands grip at your shoulders, her nails digging into the skin as you push the strap-on more, eliciting a groan from her lips as her eyes fell shut. Your begin thrusting inside her, immediately finding a suitable pace that has moans spilling from her lips while she keeps you in place.

Your hands reach down to grab the back of her legs before hoisting her up. Chaeyoung grunts as you bury the toy inside her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when you start thrusting into her faster and the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in her ears.

She jerks when your hand comes in contact with her ass and she bites her lip. “Look at you, taking in my fat cock. Were you this eager to have your pussy filled?” You hum and she cries out while nodding her head. “This pussy is only for you. My toys can never make me feel as good.” She whines as you begin carrying her over to the bed.

Her legs lock around you when you settle her at the edge. She uses her hands to support her upper body, watching as you reach down and start massaging her clit when you ram the fake cock inside her.

She throws her head back in pure bliss, chest heaving as she tugs at her sheets. “Fuck! Right there!” She moans and you grip her thighs while thrusting faster, harder, and her body shakes when you hit just the right spot, smacking her ass in the process, surely leaving a bright red handprint in its wake.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” You purr in her ear, teeth scraping against the lobe as she moans out, her thighs trembling as the bed begins to creak. “You feel so good, so tight around my cock. So needy for me.” She withers at your words, biting her lip to quiet herself down, but your finger catches her, slipping past her lips and parting them open before her eyes meet your own hazy ones.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you, pretty girl.” She whimpers at the name, but does as told, allowing her moans to fall from her plump lips, forgetting that her members were just outside the room and could possibly hear her as you continued to fuck her senseless.

You lift her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side before your fingers run over the valley of her breasts. She reacts immediately to your touch before she’s tugging at her bra, signaling for you to take them off.

But instead of doing so, you only pull the garment down, her breasts pressed together before your tongue flicks at the hardened bud. She twitches at the sudden action, but the moment you take her nipple into your warm mouth has her sighing blissfully when her hand finds the back of your head, her long fingers threading with your hair and keeping you in place as you continued to buck your hips against your girlfriend.

She's gasping when you switch to her other breast and the heat in her stomach grows stronger with each thrust you give her. Grabbing onto her thighs and lifting her lower body to get a better angle, you flick at the hardened bud with your tongue. "Fuck! Don't stop. Please, don't stop." She whimpers when she feels herself coming closer.

Sweat began to form on her skin, her breasts swaying with each heavy thrust from you when your kisses move up to her neck and she's clinging to you to keep you as close as possible.

"I'm so close." You hear her whisper weakly, her voice trembling just like her legs around you. "It's okay. You've been such a good girl, Chae." You reply while brushing her hair from her face before cradling her cheek. "Keep being a good girl and look at me when you cum, okay baby?"

Chaeyoung nods eagerly, moaning as you place a chaste kiss to her lips before letting your hands rest on either side of her on the bed as you focused on bringing her to climax. Her hands grabbing fistfuls of your shirt signalled you just how close she was, and when you brush against a certain spot inside her, it doesn't take long before her back arches off the bed and a long moan comes spilling from her parted lips.

Her juices coated her inner thighs, ruining her sheets as well as you finally pull out with both of you breathing heavily.

While she tries to catch her breath, her eyes never leave you as you undo the harness and drop the strap-on to the floor before gently caressing her thigh, earning a slight jump from the girl and a chuckle from you.

"You're so beautiful, babe." You compliment, making heat rush to her face before giving you a small push. "You did such a good job, so let me clean you up, okay?" She doesn't need to reply as you help her lay properly on the bed and start pressing kisses on her neck and down to the valley of her breasts.

She giggles at the light playful nip on her skin before feeling your lips move further south. Lifting her head, she watches you before your tongue comes in contact with her clit and her toes curl while her head presses back down against the pillows.

With a kiss to her thighs, you quickly glance up at your girlfriend before licking a stripe up her folds, watching as her chest began to rapidly rise and fall, hands clutching the sheets as you continued to lick at her heat.

After a few teasing licks, her hands shoots down to grab your head when you start sucking on her clit, her hips rising from the bed as she buried your head between her legs. "Feels so good, baby." She moans as you squeeze her thighs.

You run your tongue up and down her slit with harsher strokes and you can't help but moan as her taste coated your tongue, causing her to do the same from the vibrations the action provided and it didn't take long for her to come again due to her sensitivity.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, tears already in her eyes from overstimulation and you pull away when she finally released your head, allowing her to breathe as you lick your lips.

When she opens her eyes again, a soft moan falls from her lips when she sees her essence dripping from your chin before you get off the bed and move to grab a towel, washing both the towel and your face in her bathroom before coming back to properly clean her up.

As the cloth comes in contact with her skin, she jolts and you coo at her while pressing your hand against her cheek. "It's okay, I'm just going to clean you up." You whisper and Chaeyoung bit her lip while you quickly wiped her thighs.

When you discard the towel, you take your own shirt off before wiping the sweat from her face and neck. Her arms wrap loosely around your torso before you lay down next to her and kiss her forehead. "You did amazing, pretty girl." You whisper and your girlfriend hums in satisfaction while pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You both eventually doze off after using up all your energy and Chaeyoung is more than happy with getting to ditch her members, even just for tonight.

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nylwnder · 2 years

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cold december night | rasmus sandin

a/n: finally writing for my swedish lil’ baby!!! rasmus i love you so much and i think he’s out of protocol today so let’s fucking gooo!!!

warnings: make out session, implied soft smut (nothing bad so it’s okay)

word count: 1.05k

taglist: @bb-nhlqueen7 , @sebbyaho , @swedishprince88 , @nilspettersson , @boqvistsbabe , @oliviapangburn118 , @brandtsclarke , @stars-canucks , @drei-mrssvechii , @joeljuice

inspired by: cold december night by michael bublé

series masterpost: 10 days of christmas

hand in hand, we walked through the park to get some air on this cold december night. it was just after evening, so the parks were empty. the snow left with marks from sleds that kids would ride all afternoon.

i looked up at rasmus’ face, it was rosy. he smiles at me and it made me feel warm against the frosty air. all of a sudden my foot slipped on a certain section of the cement most luckily due to black ice. although i was holding sandy’s hand, i still fell on a pile of snow pulling him with me. “woah! haha are you okay, sötnos?” he asks as he grabs me tight to pull me up.

“yeah, yeah i’m okay. black ice.” i said. he kissed my head, but whilst i saw the pile of snow and i couldn’t help but decide to quickly form a snowball and hide it behind my back. when we started to walk again, sandy began talking but i trailed back and threw the white ball on his back.

i laughed while he stopped in his tracks and turned around with a look that only meant ‘it was on’. i ran away when i saw him bend down to the snow but i felt a hit on my arm. i turned around and gave him a mischievous look, i wasn’t going to lose this time.

i ran some more until i hid by a light post and tried my best to form a bigger ball than before. ras walked over to me but i snuck away from the lighpost and threw the snowball that then landed on his stomach. he laughed as he wiped his jacket and ran after me. he was about to grab hold of me by a piece of my jacket but i was able to dodge him off and i ran a bit more forward to stand in front of him with distance. he stopped and we gave each other a stare off. “i’m going to win this time! last time you won just cause i fell. so it’s so on sandman.” i said, he smiled in response.

“oh y/n... try me” he says as he throws a snowball he had been hiding. it hit my leg as i gave him a shocked face. i quickly ducked to grab a chunk of snow and threw it at him, some landed on his face as well. “oh we’re doing face?” he asks, as he scoops snow to my direction. it landed on my hair and i let out a small noise because of the coldness.

i ran to the nearest hill covered in white and made two perfectly round snowballs with the sticky snow. i looked around and couldn’t find rasmus in sight. i walked along slowly, looking in every direction possible. “sandyyyy…..” i said, though he was still nowhere near in sight.

i began to feel two different things: he was probably setting me up so don't lose focus, but then also seeing my boyfriend out of insight in the small empty park at night should sort of make you nervous.

i called after him again and there was no sign from him. not even a sound. “hey come on, how are we supposed to play if i can’t even see you!” i protested. it wasn't until i felt a large round shape hit my back that i got mad he was in such close contact. i turned around and threw one of the snowballs at him but i missed. i dropped my other one as i heard his laugh right before he ran up to me, grabbing me and gently but effectively putting me down to the ground.

i let out a screech as he pinned me down just enough to not be able to shimmy out. we both laughed, as he sat up, forming another snowball. “fine, finish me.” i said while looking to the side and waiting for the last hit to seal his victory.

he smirked, but as he looked at me he stalled. he ended up dropping the ball to his side and said, “you know what, i’m actually a nice guy.” allowing me to get up, i grabbed his snowball and hit him in the stomach. “fine, i win!” i said, giving him a grin.

he grinned back, pulling me to him and kissing me hard. his lips were warm and soft. they parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. i grabbed the back of his neck and stood a bit taller to try to never let go of the movements our lips made together. but one of us had to make the decision to break it cause our lungs needed a breath. so i pulled back and let the cold air come in and out of me. “well, i don’t think nice guys kiss like that.” i said.

“oh yes they do” he says as he takes my hand and we jog back to our cozy apartment. we burst open the door and i pin him to the wall by the shoe rack. he kicked the door closed and lifted me up carrying me to the couch. as he sat down i straddled his lap and tugged at his hair.

our bodies pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as our lips also pressed together. we fumbled to take off our wintery clothes, but i striped him of his coat and his sweater. my hands roamed his torso and we only broke our kisses for air.

we became even more needy and continued with our soft and intimate actions. “i love you” was said throughout, igniting our desire for each other. we really do love each other and i’m so grateful for having him in my life.

after, we laid together on the couch, chest to chest, drawing things with our fingers on each other’s exposed skin. he kissed my forehead, his hand resting on my hip. our legs tangled, our bodies toasty warm compared to earlier. soft music played in the back as the christmas tree in the living room lighted up the space just enough.

“thank you for falling in love with me” i said as i gave him a kiss on the chin. he smiled and kissed me, “it’s my pleasure älskling”

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itsmaddienotmaddy · 3 years

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I wasn’t planning on my game review because I was late to the god damn party (melly working a little TOO hard last night). But I lack the ability to shut up about soccer SO.

US v Australia 2.0 - the battle for BRONZE

AD mf FRANCH. I love her. Okay? What a hard position to step into and she handled it well. Australia is a tough team and they scored bangers. Huge props to AD for holding it down. That one Kerr save?? HUGE. (Also her hair looked GR8, Tierna did a good job)

Becky. Captain Becky. It’s not like I ever doubt her brilliance and she is so SOLID. It’s genuinely impressive and the way she stepped to the ball all game and the clearances she was able to make, tackles, everything. She’s amazing.

And TIERNA. What a tournament for her. I’m sure she didn’t expect as many minutes with how consistent the Abby-Becky combo has been. But with Abby struggling, T stepped up and did so with confidence and class. Like, last game, the PK, that could have rocked anyone’s mental game. But not Tierna. She showed up. Future star. Already a star!

Crystal Dunn everybody. Hardworking, badass, smart as hell, vision, the footwork, I don’t know! Every wonderful quality you can say about soccer players, she HAS it.

Kelley. The birthday gal. She wasn’t leaving without a medal. That much was clear. Could she stay in her feet more? Yeah, I’d prefer it! But her speed to shut down balls out to Foord and her crosses to the middle were great. Did she really miss marking Foord on that header goal? Also Yeah. But we won so I’m not finding it in me to care very much.

Julie. Um. How’d she go from MCL injury, not playing any minutes to p much a full ninety in every game but one? Can I have her doctors number? Can they fix my knee? Whatever the secret sauce was, that takes some grit. She’s not lollygagging around the field. She’s working her ass off winning balls and directing the team. So so solid.

SAM. Hopefully she’s okay! It always hurts my heart a bit when any of them go down. But before the sub off, more glimpses of Sammy Bananas playing more like herself! Winning headers, as she SHOULD, and positioning her body right to love players off the ball. I hope drunk, Lizzo yelling Sammy made an appearance post-game

Lindsey Bulldozer Horan. Pinoe said it. She had herself a game. The Portland Aussie days came in handy and she said Caitlin and Hayley, you may NOT have the ball if you are in my vicinity. Sorry not sorry. She took a moment to find the right weight behind the ball to serve, but when she found the sweet spot, it was good shit. And I know she gets flack for being as strong as she is and going to ground easy. But this game, THIS game. She showed that when she uses her damn muscles and stays up, goodbye. There were 2-3 occasions where she was just powering through, shaking players off like gnats. More of that please.

Rosie. I love when Rose gets fired up. She’s everywhere and running full speed. In the past, she looked fragile, like the wind would blow her over. Not anymore. Rose will go for the crunching tackles, and she is strong enough to body players away. Her passing wasn’t back to full accuracy yet, but her heart seems to always be in it.

Sonnett - smack dab in the middle of this because she got to play MIDFIELD. She did well for her minutes and had a great save in the box near the end. And beyond that. Her energy on the bench is so positive and joyous. She really seems to lift others up and having that on a team is so essential. Love her celebrations

Press. I think there was a collective celebration knowing that Press finally is getting an Oly medal. It was nice to see her big ole smile during the game again. It would have been poetic to see a goal out of her, but it wasn’t her day for that, shots going a little off Target or not having enough oomph. But some excellent runs, movement with the ball, and defensive work. She was certainly one who, if she happened to lose the ball, she was sure as fuck getting it back. Say thank you to your leggies Christen, they served you well.

Tobin. Happy to see her in another game. Knowing that her injury had the potential to be career ending, seeing her play in games feels like a gift. We didn’t get to see her typical Tobin magic, but watching her play sometimes is enough for me. Though, I could be singing a different song if Carli decided not to try for a hatty and was a lil more unselfish in the box. BECAUSE TOBIN WAS WIDE OPEN.

Alex. My heart hurts for her too. To have limited minutes and get hurt during those minutes. Her scoring opportunity was a beautiful run. Didn’t end in a goal but I can appreciate it all the same. It’s not an excuse but I don’t know how she kept her head straight all tournament having to leave Charlie behind for the first time. Like, the most separation since she was born. (And this goes for ALL athlete parents forced to leave their kids behind.) I wouldn’t be able to do it. I hope baby Charles enjoys the bronze medal. I expect an adorable picture of her wearing it. Plz and thx.

Carli - she scored 2 fabulous goals. Those are the only nice words I have for her.

MOVING ON and FINISHING UP

PINOE. Holy fucking shit. Say what we all will about her stamina, but boy does she show up for us when we need her most. I could have said that just about the Olimpico, but then she goes and scores that side volley?? Are you kidding me? Big bummer for Alanna Kennedy in that moment, but oh my GOD. Pinoe rules.

Special game day shout outs to cute wobbly Alyssa celebrations in the stands and to Kristie and Sam Kerr getting to be gay for the world to see. Love that for them.

#uswnt #ad franch #becky sauerbrunn #tierna davidson #crystal dunn #kelley o'hara #julie ertz #sam mewis #lindsey horan #rose lavelle #emily sonnett #christen press #carli lloyd #megan rapinoe #tobin heath #alex morgan #Kristie mewis #sam kerr #alyssa naeher

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bubblesuga · 4 years

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Special-Tea

Summary: Yoongi’s always been a coffee man. When stuck at the studio in the early hours of the morning, he craves caffeine. The only problem with that is there’s no coffee shops open at three in the morning. So, he finds himself at the next best thing, a 24 hour tea shop where he finds you.

Warnings: cussing, smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving)

W/C: 4,798

It’s too early for this.

Or maybe it’s too late.

Yoongi isn’t sure. In fact, he’s pretty sure his clock stopped working three hours ago. Unless the last few minutes have felt like hours, then Yoongi was on the verge of tearing every piece of equipment from the wall and smashing it into a million pieces.

Yoongi’s been working on this album for far too long. His fingers are cramped from continuously playing the same three notes over and over just hoping and praying that something will come to him. He’s confused more than anything. Before he had no problem spitting out 2 or 3 songs in a day, recording demos and having the studio ready to record for the other members the following day.

Lately, however, he’s lucky if he can even get a concept for a song down. It’s like his mind has been clouded over with writers block and he’s not getting anywhere. Like someone sucked his ability to compose music right from his brain with a straw.

He tosses the pen he had been anxiously tapping on the desk into his bag, along with his notebook, and he stands abruptly.

Scoffing at his phone, he glares at the black 4:37 on the screen while the elevator in the BigHit offices slides downward. There’s no coffee shops open yet, there has to be something though. He just needs caffeine, though he could really go for an iced americano with-

“Special-tea...?” He raises an eyebrow at his phone, Google holding up options for the nearest place selling caffeinated beverages. Rolling his eyes, he begins the short journey to the one 24 hour shop within a five mile radius.

What kind of a name is ‘Special-tea’? Who sat in an office and thought, ‘ah you know what? Let’s name a tea shop but make it punny.’

“Stupid.” He grumbles to himself. He’s well aware that he’s far too tired to be having human interaction right now but he needs to get some progress done. At this point he’ll take a ghost of a song.

Stepping into the tea shop, he’s overwhelmed by the smell of flowers. Undeniably strong, he takes a moment to collect his thoughts before stepping all the way in. As the door chimes, he hears a gasp and a patter of foot steps.

“Welcome to Special-tea! How are you doing today?”

The voice is loud, echoing off of the various shelves scattered around the shop with loose tea for sale. He whips his head towards the register, spotting you.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He didn’t realize how sore his voice was from attempting to record backing vocals earlier in the day, but it came out gruff and quiet. A stark contrast to the bubbly barista in front of him, her nose dusted in flour and a messy apron protecting her clothes. Well, attempting at least, because Yoongi has to hold back a smile when he notices hand prints of flour on your backside.

“What can I get you this morning?” you question, leaning over the counter and causing Yoongi to blush when he notices the way you’re smiling. When you meet his eyes, Yoongi can tell you recognize him. For a moment he feels the need to brace himself, but soon realizes you’re calm.

Yoongi returns a smile, haphazardly running his fingers through his hair. “Dumb question, but do you guys sell coffee?”

“Coffee? No, but we do sell black earl grey. I’m told that’s a close comparison as far as bitterness goes,” You explain, turning to the shelf behind you and pulling out a bag of tea, “you’re welcome to smell it if you like.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward and sniffing the bag. He backs away quickly and watches you bite your lip to stifle a laugh, “It’s not exactly a new tea drinker’s type of tea.”

“I’m not really a new tea drinker,” he grumbles, wiping his nose, “I’m a tea drinker only in times of desperation.”

She smiles again, “What causes said desperation?”

Yoongi rolls his neck, “I’m trying to write another song. Get the ball rolling to finishing up an album.”

“BE, right? I’ve heard good things about the process,” you say softly, surprising Yoongi by your admission to being a fan, “I figured it would be finished already?”

His eyes stay trained on you as you turn back to the shelves, rummaging through various boxes of tea. It takes him a moment to realize what your question was, so he sucks in a breath, “Ah, yeah. It’s nearly there, we just need one more track because one of them got trashed.”

Why is he revealing so much to a stranger? Namjoon is going to kill him.

“Trashed? Why’s that?”

“We realized the song itself didn’t follow any of the messages we wanted to put out there.”

Damn it, Yoongi. Stop talking.

You finally stop rummaging and pull out a bag of tea without showing Yoongi. He tries to catch a glimpse but instead watches as you boil more water and begin steeping the tea.

“What kind of message did it have?” You ask, leaning backward against the counter and crossing your arms. Having expected a follow up question, Yoongi swiftly dismisses it, “What kind of tea are you making?”

“The kind you drink.” You smirk.

He lowers his gaze at you, “It’s kind of your job to tell the customer what they’re getting.”

You laugh, “Alright. Jasmine green tea. It’s subtle enough that it won’t get your coffee loving tongue in a twist, and has enough caffeine to keep you up to finish whatever you’re working on.”

Yoongi is happy with this response, taking the time to lean away from the counter and gaze around the shop. It’s small, something he’s definitely not used to from coffee shops. The earthy smells from earlier have dwindled down to a nice summery scent, lavender filling his nose the closer he got to the register.

As much as he tried to keep his eyes away from the cute girl behind the counter, he couldn’t help but turn back and watch you as you organize various things. Something about the way your hair slips from the messy bun it’s in and your charismatic way of helping him while also providing a sense of normalcy drew him in in a way he has never experienced before.

“Order up, Suga.”

He shakes his head from his gaze, walking back up to the counter and pulling out his wallet.

“On me,” you say, “besides... don’t want to make you pay for something you may not like.”

Yoongi nods, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ and bringing the cup up to his mouth.

Without missing a beat, he reaches for his wallet and pulls out a 10000 won bill, stuffing it in the tip jar. He gives you a small smile, thanking you again as he turns towards the door.

“Wait!” you call, “What do you think?”

Yoongi raises his hand up just before he walks out of the door, “It’s delicious!”

The smile on your face was worth Yoongi’s little white lie.

~*~*~

“Alright, this is great! We’ll record tomorrow, yeah?” Seokjin speaks for the entire group as Yoongi plays them the demo of the song he was finally able to right. There were a few jabs here and there about the auto tune Yoongi likes to utilize, but other than that it was well received.

The only person he could think was you, though, because if he hadn’t have tasted that tea he would have never thought of writing what he did.

“How did you manage to spit out something like this in a night?” Jungkook teases, patting Yoongi’s shoulder softly.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi chuckles, clicking sound files around and creating a copy of his demo.

Jungkook grins, “Who’s the girl that made you think of that?”

“No girl,” he defends, “a good writer doesn’t need actual experiences. All from the imagination, young Jungkookie.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case at all.”

Yoongi shushes him, saving his project one more time before deciding to kick everyone out and lock the studio.

Of course they’re going to find out eventually what happened. Especially since Park Jimin follows Yoongi to the elevator. Once they’re the only ones inside, Jimin turns to his Hyung, “Tell me about the girl.”

Yoongi, knowing that no one else could read him better than Jimin, sighs in defeat. “She’s gorgeous. Her nose had flour on it, her hair was messy, and she was everything that I’m not used to. She has a smirk- god the way she smiles- it just makes me melt for her.”

Jimin seems pleased with this answer, “and you’re going to see her now?”

“Yep.”

The bell above his head is a welcoming sound. This time you’re not waiting in the back. Instead, you’re counting money at the register as he enters. This time you wore a purple apron, and it’s clean compared to a couple of days ago. You still haven’t looked up, so Yoongi walks slowly up to the counter and taps his fingers twice.

“Ah- Yoongi! Good evening, what can I get you started today?”

“The same as last time, please.” Yoongi grins, watching you carefully as you nod at him and turn on your heel and kick on the kettle. The way the straps of the apron tie right above the curve of your back has Yoongi’s mind beginning to wander. It’s been years since he even thought of looking at a woman like this in person, but for some reason when it comes to you he just can’t stop.

“So,” you break the silence, “how did that song writing go?”

“Oh,” his cheeks are a rosy pink, “it went well. I showed the other members the demo and we’re recording it tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait to hear it.” You grin, pouring the water over the tea bags. Yoongi thanks you quietly and pulls out his wallet once more. You shake your head, “Nope. Your last tip was enough to cover your next 3 drinks.”

Yoongi nods, “Oh okay.” but then ignores you, slipping another 10000 won bill into the tip jar. Just as you’re about to open your mouth in protest, Yoongi sends you a wink and salutes on his way out before he closes the door behind him.

~*~*~

Your alarm is too loud.

It’s like a banshee screeching in your ear, like a baby crying, like a rooster crowing. You groaned loudly at the sound and threw your hand on top of it, rolling out of bed to drag yourself to the shower.

It’s been a few weeks since Yoongi became a regular to your work. The initial star struck feeling you got when you were around him had dwindled away, and now you feel you can call him a friend.

Your routine was as follows: Yoongi enters the shop, you make him his drink, and he stays and distracts you for a while. Much against everything you stand for, you drop everything to talk to him. It causes you to have to move much faster than usual on your prep work but you didn’t mind, because you loved seeing the way Yoongi would laugh at your jokes.

You feel like you know the man beyond the idol. The person who hides under the shadow of a stoic demeanor is bright. The way you perceived him prior to actually knowing him was wrong. He is, without a single doubt in your mind, the most interesting man on the planet.

When you arrived at work, your evening worker is already willing to go.

“I counted the safe and there’s some money missing. If Summer asks, it wasn’t me.” Flora says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay,” you raise an eyebrow, walking towards the back, “any orders?”

“Uh, yeah!” you hear her call, “chocolate covered strawberries for 6!”

“Awesome-- thank you!” You call back just as the door dings and Flora exits the store. You take a moment to walk through the kitchen to make sure everything is set up and then you pull your apron over your head.

The doorbell dings and you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face.

“What’ll it be today, Mr. Min?” You still stand in the back, glancing in the mirror to make sure you look your best.

“Honey butter croissant,” he yells back, “how did you know it was me?”

When you’re happy with your look, you finally walk to the front and smile, “So we’re changing it up today, are you okay? You sick or something?”

“I just wanted something new,” Yoongi looks different today. He’s dressed in a cream cardigan and black jeans, the usual rose tint to his cheeks is a bit stronger today.

“Okay, I’ll have to bake some new ones. It’ll take about 20 minutes if you’re willing to wait.” You explain, with an unsure smile.

Yoongi looks around for a moment, “Ugh, I guess I can wait.”

“Awesome,” you speak, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

As you walk towards the back, Yoongi listens carefully to you humming along to a song that’s been stuck in your head for days. You pull out a couple of fresh croissants and prep a baking sheet. Sticking it into the oven, you brush the flour from your hands onto your apron and walk back to the front.

Yoongi jumps up from his phone when he notices you standing in front of him. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, the freckles across your nose easing him into a sense of comfort. “Do you plan on telling me why you kept ordering a drink you hate?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, “Now why on Earth would you think that I hate it?”

“Welp,” you laugh, “you’re usually my only customer at night, and every morning I would check the outside garbage to see if it needed to be changed, yet the only thing I would find is a full cup of tea, with your name on it.”

For a moment, Yoongi was silent. He stumbles over his thoughts in an attempt to come up with some type of excuse. Something to hide why he had been coming here all this time. Yet, he couldn’t. So instead he looks up from his chair and smirks, “How else was I supposed to talk to the pretty girl at the tea shop?”

You swallow, your mind racing a million miles a second. Before you have the chance to respond, he stands. His body is close, and he smells so good. His cologne is expensive, herbal and earthy, and it makes you want to bury your nose into his neck and inhale. His eyes, the usual dark brown has turned into honey, drawing you in and keeping you there.

“You could have asked me on a date, we could have gone from there.” You shrug, feeling Yoongi’s calloused hand gently push away a stray hair behind your ear. He doesn’t move it afterwards, though, instead his thumb finds home on your cheekbone, stroking gently. His face has shifted, and he laughs. Almost bitterly, causing your heart to sink.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in the types of dates I get. You see,” his other hand slithers around your waist, “we get long walks in the park but we have to wear a mask and a hat. We get picnics by streams late enough at night that we know no one will be around. Sometimes we can slip away to another country where we pray that no one recognizes us, but with my schedule that thought is laughable at best.”

“What if I like long walks in the park with masks and late night picnics?” You breath, the look in your eyes stirring Yoongi’s heart.

“Then I guess we’d have to give it a shot, wouldn’t we?” He whispers. Your eyes flutter from his eyes to his lips, silently begging him to close the gap. You could sense his hesitancy, though. It blossoms from his chest and heats up his entire body but for some reason he’s frozen, completely still. He’s fighting, urging himself to lean forward and kiss you but he can’t move.

Good news for him, though, because you take a moment to lean up and press your lips against his softly. It’s gentle, easing him into the feeling of you so close to him. His lips taste of mint chocolate, causing you to smile into the kiss. It takes a moment, and for a second you’re hoping that you didn’t read the situation wrong until finally, he kisses back. It’s eager, introducing his tongue to yours and grinning idly into the kiss.

You allow him to back you up against the counter, boxing you in and surrounding you completely. His hands move down and pull your hips close to his, feeling the strain of his cock against his jeans.

“We’re entering dangerous territory here, baby.” Yoongi speaks, pulling away just a little bit. His eyes stay closed and his breath is hot on your face.

“How so?” You whisper, afraid of the answer but also intrigued. He doesn’t respond, instead capturing your lips and breaking the kiss repeatedly. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders and he smiles at the knowledge that you’re enjoying this just as much as he is.

A groan fills the air when you finally buck your hips towards him. In a feverish attempt to feel more, you wrap your legs around his waist and hang from his shoulders. Just as you’re about to slip your hand between your bodies, the timer on the oven blares through the building, shattering the small walls you built around the two of you.

“Fuck--” you gently pull away, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Quickly, you slip off the counter and rush to the oven. You pull out the croissants and douse them in honey butter from the fridge. You watch the butter melt for a moment, collecting your thoughts.

Did that just happen? Did that actually hap-

When you walk back out, Yoongi’s hands are clasped behind his back. He mutters a small thank you as you hand him the plate. He rips off a corner of the pastry, and pops it into his mouth.

There’s a beat of silence. One-- two-- then he speaks.

“It’s delicious.”

“Thank you, I work hard on them.”

~*~*~

“And you just left her?!”

Oh god. Yoongi has never seen Jimin so angry before. The small man can yell louder than ever imagined, and Yoongi would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared.

A mere 30 hours ago, Yoongi had his tongue buried in your mouth and he was the happiest man on the planet. Then it changed quickly once he realized what exactly this could entail. Even though he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the dough table and take you roughly while you scream his name, he couldn’t help but over think.

Standing in Jimin’s living room, he expected to be comforted and given some nice advice from his friend. Instead he’s learning that he pulled a bad move.

“You’re supposed to be giving me advice, not yelling at me!” Yoongi yells back, gesturing his hands wildly. Even though he’s scared, he can’t help but defend himself to a certain extent.

“Hyung, I thought you’d have enough intelligence not to kiss her and run!”

Yoongi groans and drops onto the couch, his face falling into his hands, “The things I was feeling scared me.”

“Oh my god, go to the tea shop!”

~*~*~

Yoongi spots a customer at the register. He opens the door quietly, the break of dawn just behind the mountains. This was different to Yoongi’s usual time and you know that, your eyes going wide in surprise while you finish ringing up the last customer.

Once Yoongi hears the heels clack against the tile and the door open, he rounds the shelf and walks up to you.

“I’m sorry I left so quickly yesterday. I just- I got scared. I wasn’t sure how to approach the situation but after thinking over it I realized that I really need you to kiss me again,” Yoongi speaks fast, quicker than you’ve heard him before and it takes a moment for the words to settle in your mind, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You breathe out a laugh, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his again. This time it’s slow and soft, different but Yoongi loves every second of it. The minute you kiss him, you taste coffee. You hold back another laugh, pulling away with mock hurt, “You cheated.”

Yoongi brows furrow, “I don’t follow.”

“You drink coffee and then come try to sweep tea shop girl off her feet? Cheater!” You tease, putting your hand on your chest as though you’re in pain.

Yoongi grins, “You’re crazy. I would never drink coffee, not when I can taste you. You’re probably going to have to kiss me to make sure.”

You gnaw your lip, leaning upward and pressing a kiss to him again. He giggles against your lips, a sound that you will never get sick of. You pull away much to both of your dismay, “Let me take you back to my apartment. It’s small but it’s big enough for the two of us.”

He agrees instantly.

Yoongi waits in the car while your relief shows up and you clean up. He taps his feet against the pedals anxiously, the thought of what could happen exciting him. You have clouded his mind for a weeks now and as you skip out of the building and hop into Yoongi’s passenger seat, he can’t wait to get his hands on you.

He follows your directions, his hand resting on your thigh as he tries not to speed. When he pulls into the parking lot, you lead him up the stairs to your apartment.

Nervously, you toss your bag onto the couch, “It’s not much. . . but it works for me.”

Yoongi grins, “It’s quaint. Cute.” He reaches forward and wraps his arms around you in a back hug. You welcome it, craning your neck to kiss him.

“I need a shower. Join me?”

Yoongi nods, “Yes please.”

There’s a thumb in your chest louder than you’ve ever felt before. This is actually happening. Min Yoongi, is being lead to your bathroom and you’re about to shower with him.

Yoongi doesn’t waste much time once the door is shut behind you. He latches his lips onto your neck, tugging at the hem of your shirt and easing it over your head.

“I want to make sure you want this as much as I do.” Yoongi says breathlessly as he catches a glimpse of your bare chest. You don’t respond verbally, but you look him directly in the eye as you slip your pants and panties off in one swoop.

You stand in the shower, turning on the water and peaking your head behind the curtain, “What’s taking you so long?”

Yoongi moves fast as he tears off his own clothing, and you close the curtain so you don’t spot his body too quickly. Building suspense for yourself, you wet your hair under the warm water and feel your muscles relax after your long day of work. Although your eyes are closed, your ears are trained on Yoongi. He steps behind you, continuing his assault on your neck.

You sigh happily, but everything changes the minute Yoongi opens his mouth.

“Spread your legs, baby. I’ll hold you up.”

Instantly you feel your cunt clenching around nothing (unfortunately). You immediately allow Yoongi to guide your leg to the edge of the tub. He slides a finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness all while his lips trail kisses across your chest.

Finally you allow yourself to open your eyes, gasping at the image in front of you. Yoongi’s body is as rosy as his cheeks, his knees on the bottom of the floor and his face level with your heat.

“Ah, now you open your eyes.” He smirks, and doesn’t give you much warning as he licks a long stripe from your heat to your clit. You instantly moan, tossing your head back and bracing yourself against the wall of the shower.

He moves ruthlessly, consuming you like a starved man. The feeling of him against you doesn’t compare to the imagine in front of you. His fingers reach between your folds and pump in and out of you while he continues to nip and suck mercilessly at your clit. He looks up at you through his lashes, and you swear you feel him smirk against you as he speeds up his thrusts and sucks as hard as he can.

“You look so good like this,” you moan, “your tongue feels so good.”

Yoongi pulls away to let out a groan, “Fuck.” His chest is heaving and he reaches a hand down to squeeze his shaft for a moment of relief, then he stands.

“Think you can hold your leg up for a moment, baby?” Yoongi instructs, laying a kiss on your forehead as you spot his hand pumping himself a few more times. You nod silently, allowing yourself to relish in his glistening skin as he runs the head of his cock over your slit. You appreciate his concern, and you know he’s going to take care of you after he’s finished ruining you. You couldn’t be more excited as Yoongi’s cock continues to slip over you.

For a moment you feel him enter, both of you gasping at the contact but just as quickly as he enters, he slips out.

“No,” you shake your head, “please no teasing. Fuck me.”

Yoongi gives you a devilish grin, his hand holding up your thigh once again as he finally begins to push into you. He takes pleasure in the way that your lips part with every inch that he pushes in. Yoongi was proud of his size, and your reaction further fuels his ego. Finally, he bottoms out and you’re rewarded with being filled to the hilt with nothing but Yoongi.

He moans your name in your air after you adjust to his size, beginning to thrust faster. “So... tight. Fuck.” He sinks his teeth into your collarbone, relishing in the feeling of your nails scratching into his back. He can’t bare to leave your cunt for more than a few seconds, because the way you clench tightly around him was the closest thing to Heaven on Earth that he’s ever experienced. Every one of his thrusts is meant with a rewarding moan from you, your juices coating his cock more and more and fueling his pleasure.

“Ah,” you moan, “Yoongi. So good.” Your brain was absolute mush. You couldn’t think of anything else but him.

“So good at taking my cock,” he laughs breathlessly, “I can’t believe how well you’re doing.”

You surrender yourself completely to Yoongi at his words, his encouragement pushing you closer to the edge. “I’m close.”

“Good girl, cum for me. Cream on my cock.” Yoongi praises, kissing your lips tenderly as you feel yourself clench tightly around him. White hot electric shocks rush through your body, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He breaks the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip, “Take my cum. Take it- fuck fuck-” Yoongi’s cut off by his orgasm taking over, and you open just in time to see his jaw drop as he rides out both of your orgasms with increasingly slow thrusts until finally, he slips out, the feeling of his release dripping down your thighs.

He rests his forehead against yours, suddenly hyper aware of the water dripping down your bodies.

You lower your legs onto the floor, Yoongi holding you up while you struggle to regain your balance. The two of you giggle, sharing kisses for a moment as you both work off the pleasure.

You reach behind Yoongi, squeezing shampoo into your hands and massaging it through your scalp as Yoongi takes your soap across your body. It’s such a simple move, but even though you’ve already had sex he still is taking the time to take care of you. It’s endearing, and it fills you with hope for something more with Yoongi.

As you both finish the shower, you step out of the bath tub and reach for a towel.

“Oh, by the way, Yoongi?” You say as he runs a brush through your hair. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle as he stops, “Yes baby?”

“I still tasted coffee.”

Yoongi laughs, “God damn it.”

#midway through this i lost everything and had to start over lmao #that was a fun journey but bc i could actually sit and write i wanted to get something out for y'all #ty for reading!!#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #bts #yoongi x reader fluff #yoongi x reader smut #yoongi x you smut #suga x reader #suga x you

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Remus Lupin had just finished eating the third chocolate that day. It was evening already and he had ruined his supper. He wasn't feeling hungry, so he stayed in the classroom and waited for the student to arrive. Nancy's words had left him speechless. No girl had ever told him things like that. Remus thought it was funny at first, but when he caught himself thinking about those words, he quickly shook his head and stood up. He found an occupation, but his mind didn't cooperate. It's been so long since the last time he just looked at a girl in a different way. The fire in his heart he had for Nymphadora Tonks was slowly dying out. He did miss her, but if she came back this moment, he wasn't sure if he would want a relationship with her. It just wasn't the same.

He heard shuffling, then doors being opened. The redhead entered the classroom, dressed more inappropriate than in morning classes. He wasn't even sure that was possible. Merlin, he wasn't sure how Filch didn't notice. Not only him, but anyone.

"Good evening, professor," she greeted.

Her professor sighed, then placed another stack of books on one of the front desks. Remus already knew that she was going to be a tough one and he was already tired. Perhaps he should keep eating chocolate until he gets chubby so no girl approaches him? As much as he missed someone, he had to be focused on being a good professor this year. The rest will easily come. Although, he wasn't stupid. He knew what he looked like and he noticed all the attention he got from female students. Many seventh years purposely started getting in trouble just to get detention with me. Unfortunate for them, all of them mostly suffered detention from their House Heads.

"These books need to be checked and sorted alphabetically, Miss Pennington."

"Of course, professor."

Nancy pulled out her wand and got ready to cast a spell. Just as she opened her mouth, the stern voice of her professor interrupted her.

"No magic, " he said.

The redhead frowned first, then calmly put her wand back in her pocket. She adjusted the skirt so that a bit of her thighs were visible. The cold air hit her skin and made her shiver a bit, but she collected herself and put on the best smile she could.

"As you wish, professor."

Remus left the girl to do her task and went back to his place. While grading the tasks he had given the sixth years, he noticed one was missing. He counted the papers again, but couldn't get the number he needed. Then, he remembered. The girl which left the class almost in tears. The man furrowed his eyebrows, remembering her red face. He hated when people were sad. He knew how awful it is to hold back tears in a room full of people and he didn't want anyone to feel like that. He let her leave the class so she could let it all out in peace. Still, he wondered what caused that reaction.

"Miss Pennington?" He called out, abandoning the papers on his desk.

The girl turned around, waiting for the next words. Remus stopped for a moment, thinking if it was a right thing to ask about a student. Asking about someone's wellbeing isn't wrong, right?

"The girl from this morning. Miss-?"

"Periculum. Roseanne Periculum."

"Right, Miss Periculum. Is she feeling better?"

Nancy shrugged, then went back to arranging the books. Remus frowned, dissatisfied with the answer. This girl was supposed to be a good friend of Miss Periculum, yet all she had was shrugging? It must be terrible not having anyone to ask about your problems. He was lucky to have amazing friends with him during his bad times. He missed them.

"Do you happen to know the reason behind her behaviour today?"

Nancy rolled her eyes, annoyed with the attention professor Lupin was giving to a person that wasn't even in the room. She felt a bit guilty for not asking Rose about her problem, but at the end of the day, she didn't ask anyone. Rose shouldn't be feeling left out. Whatever it was, she'll get through it. Everything comes and goes, nothing stays.

"No, professor."

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The week passed by rather quickly and Rose was soon getting Coco off of her so she could get ready. Nancy was still asleep. She had decided last night that she wasn't in the mood for classes, so she'll pretend to be sick. Dell was already dressed and sat patiently on her bed, waiting for Rose. Rose didn't really despise Dell like she did everyone else. The blonde haired girl was funny and interesting to be around. Maybe it was because of her relationship with Fred Weasley, but who knows. Maybe Rose finally liked someone who wasn't a Weasley. Speaking of Weasleys, they bombarded her with questions the next day she showed up at Transfiguration. Rose didn't want to explain that her insecurity kicked in, so she said the one thing girls always complained about: period. The boys quickly shut up, not asking her any more questions.

Next to Dell laid the fourth roommate. Priya Patil was the older sister of Padma and Parvati Patil. It was interesting how the initials of all three were P. P. Just like Dell, Rose also didn't mind Priya. She minded her best friend, Elisaveta Yakusheva. Her father played a big role in almost everything, just like Mr Malfoy. Elisaveta - or Lisa, like Priya and her close friends call her - is almost as popular as Nancy. Of course, Nancy's red curls and green eyes won over Lisa's blonde straight hair and blue eyes. Nancy was also a million times nicer, as unbelievable as it sounds. Priya was stuck between the two girls. She loved both of her best friends, but most of the time she faced the problem of choosing sides. In those moments, Rose was happy to have less than five friends.

This morning, Dell noticed that the brown haired girl had gotten up earlier and was spending a big amount of time in front of the mirror. She also noticed a chocolate peeking from her bag. Little did she know that it was a creation of the Weasleys. Rose was supposed to hand the chocolate to the new professor today. She wasn't sure what it was supposed to do. Fred didn't want to tell her and George only laughed whenever she asked.

"Rosie, I feel like I'm watching Nancy. What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't wear your skirt that way. And you've been trying to fix your hair for hours now. Is there something I don't know?"

It was true. The skirt was placed higher on her waist, revealing her knees and a bit of thighs. She had seen professor Lupin only during meals, but he was so far away to see her. Today she will finally see him again. She couldn't wait to hear his voice and look at him properly this time. Tired of her shuffling, Dell stood up to help her roommate. She cast a spell to fix the mess on her head. Soft brown waves replaced split ends and tangled strands. It has been so long since her hair looked like that. The last time she put effort in her looks was when she was in love with Oliver Wood.

Rose split up with her roommate and entered the classroom alone. The twins were in their seats, both of them sending a mischievous smile her way. She wished she knew what the chocolate actually was.

"Why a chocolate? What if he thinks I'm trying to flirt with him?"

George laughed at her words, then took the chocolate from her. He admired it as if he wasn't the one who made it. "Our professor has a sweet tooth, love. He won't be thinking about you when he sees it."

Needless to say, the girl was disappointed. That's honestly what she wanted. Him to see her, to think about her. One thought led to another and she found herself thinking about what happened that Monday in detention. Nancy came back looking like a mess, her lipstick a bit smeared on her bottom lip. She was jealous. So jealous that she could feel her head burning. Her thoughts were interrupted when George touched her leg with his under the desk. The professor entered the classroom with a good morning, then sat down. Rose crossed her legs, feeling a bit of fear because of the way she wore her uniform. Maybe she could let her tongue loose too and earn herself a detention with him. Just maybe...

After giving everyone a task, Remus remembered the girl and allowed himself to glance at her. She had her head down, her hair slowly getting puffy again. She seemed fine today and it made him feel better. He didn't like to see his students come to class in pain or anything like that. The girl then raised her head, looking directly into his eyes. Her eyes widened, surprised that the professor was already looking at her. Her head was soon in the previous position, her face now hidden with hair. Just as Remus wanted to go back to the lesson, he noticed something. He noticed how Rose was uncomfortably shifting under the desk. Then, he noticed her bare thighs. She had her legs crossed, her hands fixing the skirt every few moments. The redhead next to her shot her a few confused looks. She didn't look like that last Monday. She looked like a mess back then. Remus also couldn't help but notice that one white lock of hair and her plump bottom lip. She was a refreshing sight. Of course, all girls in Hogwarts were stunning, but they all looked the same. Roseanne didn't have long skinny legs and long nails. She also didn't have lots of makeup on her face. Remus wasn't sure when was makeup even allowed. He remembered how his friend once got in trouble for putting on lip gloss. A bright red lipstick? Merlin, what else will he see in this school?

Rose felt her cheeks burning as she felt professor Lupin's eyes on her. Finally, she thought. But she also felt disappointed. Did she really have to dress up that way to get noticed? What kind of a man is he? Rose also wondered if she really wanted to get close to a man like that. A man who only noticed her after she changed her appearance and copied the style of other girls. They always tell you to be yourself and be unique, but then you get excluded for being too different. It's hard to live, really.

The first class came to an end and everyone was too busy gathering their belongings to hear professor's words. Rose managed to write down the task he gave them for the next class, then gathered her own things. George playfully pulled her sleeve, then nodded towards the chocolate in her bag.

"Do I have to?"

"What are you scared of, Rosie?"

"I just don't want to get in trouble."

But she did want to get in trouble. A trouble called professor Remus Lupin. She glanced at the chocolate, then her professor. He was busy taking off his jacket and collecting his books.

"Since when?" George asked, surprised with the sudden change in his crush's behaviour.

Rose bit her bottom lip, thinking about the situation. The classroom was almost empty, a few students still pushing each other to get out. George pinched her cheek, then kissed her head. She despised contact of any kind, but head kisses and cheek pinching from the twins were different. She would occasionally hit their shoulder, acting like she hated it. The redhead was the last to exit the classroom, leaving Rose alone with the professor. He had gotten up and was arranging the books on the shelf. His jacket was placed on his chair and he only wore the white shirt. Rose couldn't help but notice his back muscles through his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins on his arms. The brown haired girl stood behind him with the chocolate in her hands, lost in the way his fingers went through the pages and the way his back muscles moved. She didn't even notice her jaw slowly dropping as the man set the books back in place and stretched. Rose wasn't sure he was aware that she's still there.

Remus turned around, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a sigh. He finally had some free time. Enough to eat one chocolate bar. Maybe two. The man stopped in his tracks when he noticed a girl standing in front of him. Her mouth was slightly opened, her cheeks pink and her chest slowly rising and falling. He wasn't stupid. He was aware of his looks. He just didn't think it was worth that much attention. There were men who looked far better than him. Then why did all the girls still go after him?

"Miss Periculum," he greeted, putting his hands behind his back.

The girl closed her mouth and gulped, then looked down. The chocolate seemed like a normal one you could buy at Hogsmeade, but Merlin knew what it actually was. She noticed professor Lupin eyeing the chocolate, making her more nervous than she already was.

"Oh, before you say anything..."

The man walked over to his desk, picking up a few papers and looking at them. Rose watched as his fingers moved, her eyes following the veins all the way up his arms. She could feel her cheeks heating up again, her mind creating pictures she would've loved to see happen in reality.

"...because you left the classroom last Monday, you missed a task I need to grade. I hope you understand that you can't be the only one without a grade."

The brown haired girl nodded, mimicking the previous action of her professor by putting her hands behind her back. "When will I do it, professor?"

Remus mentally slapped himself. The way his student called him professor made his mind go crazy. She had a quiet, silky voice and he just wished to hear it one more time. So he asked, "Sorry?"

"When will I do the task, professor?"

Rose repeated the sentence a bit louder and Remus had to use all his strength so he wouldn't smile with satisfaction. He needed to see her again as soon as possible and as often as possible. Her voice was addicting. He would do anything to hear her call him again. Remus also wondered what his real name would sound on her lips. He dared to wonder what it sounded like in more than just a normal way. The man turned around towards his desk, going through the papers to hide his heavy breathing. He did feel disappointed in himself. How dare he think about a student that way? But he still couldn't help himself and say:

"Tonight, Miss Periculum."

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