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#there’s just some things i think of and it’s like oh yeah...yeah imma need him to try this one out
sanspuppet · 3 months
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✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 : 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 ✰
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✰ W/T: smut
✰ short description for each member: habits/kinks, what they like, fav position
✰ i dont know if what i wrote is quite banal, anyways i wanted to make a list of my feral thoughts yep-
✰ Hongjoong
he loves to be a rough sub, lets you ride him tho he enjoys a lot to take the lead beneath you because he knows it would get you extremely quick to your orgasm, smirking and chuckling at the sight of your desperate reaction
very loud when he feels to, better be alone while you have sex cuz the room would be filled with his grunts and groans
follows your thighs up and down gripping them, his favorite way to mark you are scratches (he caresses and kisses them once you finish cuz he’s kinda worried it might hurt you)
✰ Seonghwa
most of times it all starts with cuddles sessions, you’re stuck in a deep kiss while he drags his hands over your body, once he has the chance to massage your breast he can’t contain himself anymore
i feel like he’s more into missionary, so he can lay on your body, feel your warm skin, kiss you to cut your moans, whisper dirty things into your ears with his low voice
i think he’s the type who can’t last long on a single orgasm but surely can have multiples, leading you to your owns till you can’t take anymore
✰ Yunho
he’s surely the type to fingerfuck you with his long, slender fingers (which doesn’t take long for you to cum around them) to prepare your tight walls before taking his big friend
loves to praise you, despite sometimes his sentences are cut by his own groans (a mist of high and low pitched)
feels like he’s into both sub and dom, being an ass man he surely likes reverse cowgirl and doggy
✰ Yeosang
yeah most of y’all gonna argue if he’s into vanilla or rough fuck… imma say that he bases simply on your mood: whether you’re horny and crave for nothing but his dick or have a chill night because he just needs to release his load inside you while you’re almost falling asleep
he likes to have your legs wrapped around his waist while he leans down to take fully your tits in his hands, he barely knows where his eyes want to land because, oh fuck he wants to see every fucking detail
loves when you’re the needy one but he can’t also contain himself for long
✰ San
he makes you know that it’ll be a long night by teasing you all day long, sometimes you’re even the one who just begs him at some point because you can’t mentally stand teasing anymore
he’s into rough fuck, tho he likes passionate too, he just loves the arousal that gets him when he fucks your brains out. Your loud moans are just pure music to his ears so he simply goes with raw and hard
definitely the dom type (uhum any position that involves the sight of your ass), but this man also likes to be your personal fucktoy because he finds you extremely hot as a horny woman that wants only to use his sex
✰ Mingi
we all know he’s the type to love every single part of your body and every kind of stimulation you enjoy he would do it without even think of complaining or judging: what his woman craves is what his woman gets
tho he’s the type to eat you out, play with your breast, and all the shit you’d like to do, i bet his favorite way to fuck is randomly bending you over the first table he finds, no minding if there’s the chance you’d get caught, he doesn’t cares, he just wants you right there and now
of course he likes to show you his big and confident side but sometimes when he’s tired all he really wants is to become a whiny baby under your touch
✰ Wooyoung
he’d always be a whines and moans mess, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he’s the type to cry from pleasure when you take good care of him
he likes to be both dom and sub, if you’re in for multiple rounds you’re probably gonna switch roles every orgasm
something tells me he loves thighs, every time you’d wear short dresses or outfits that expose your legs he’d go easily crazy over you, and he would never stop teasing you until he gets the chance to rip those clothes off of your body
✰ Jongho
he fucking loves when you grip at his toned biceps while you grind over his lap, he would be more than pleased by having you on top of him so you could feel just how strong his body feels beneath you
let’s be honest he’s probably the one with the highest stamina, if he’s gonna take the lead don’t even think he’d get enough with a couple orgasms
tho his moans would be so damn pretty i think he wouldn’t be louder than some needy sighs and whines, apart from when he reaches his climax he would let out the most delicious sound you’d ever hear
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chrollohearttags · 9 months
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oh nufffinnnn just thinking bout eren telling reader to “stop running” and to “move her hand”
why? Whyyyy would y’all do this to meeeee? 😫 knees just buckled and everything (and not just because one of them is out of place)
content warning/themes: bsf eren bc im obsessed now, black fem reader (plus size descriptors) missionary, mentions of nudes, back scratching, hair pulling, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, mama) creaming, full nelson
“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”
crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..
“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”
once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.
“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”
attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..
“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”
it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!
“And move that hand, you’re not slick..you’re getting all this dick. Show me you can handle it.”
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tarjapearce · 6 months
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Can we get a little story or something of how would Miguel take care of pregnant mama? Like I KNOW he would do the most and go the extra mile. But can we get it in your words?
Pregnancy Cares With Miguel ~ ✨
Warning: Pure fluff and a mild squeeze of nsfw.
Let's meet this weekend. MJ and I found this new place. And the hamburgers? God. 🤌🏻🤌🏻. They have these amazing artisanal beer.
You pouted at the screen. You wanted to go for a burger, but for some reason, you retched at the smell of beef. It was a big no for you. Plus you couldn't drink, for obvious reasons.
I need an outing so badly. Need a drink, work is getting so stressful. This weekend or the next one?
Jessica replied as MJ sent a ':) ' emoji on the group chat.
Can't go :(
What? Why tf no? You've been telling me you need a break. 😐
🤰
Miguel had sent the emoji and you rolled your eyes
I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM MIGUEL!!!
Wait... Fr?! 😱
OMG ❤️
MJ texted as the rest appeared as typing.
OMG Imma be an auntie!!?? 😳
Boy or Girl?
We don't know yet
You don't know 👀
Stop. Playing.
🤭🤭
SPILL OUT THE BEANS 🙄
Peter had sent a nervous gif and you cackled.
You'll find out tomorrow 😊
I swear if you don't tell
😏😏 What's gonna happen?
Guys... Im pretty sure these sort of things got you in the current situation you're in, can you not do this in the chat please?
FR
MJ just sent a 🤭 emoji.
Fine, woosies. It's a girl. ❤️❤️💖
SHUT UP 🥹🥹
MJ sent another gif exploding in hearts
Congrats on both 🎉🎉
Miguel remained quiet. You pouted.
What you didn't know is that when he came home, he'd get you a lovely bouquet of tulips and some pickles. He'd just pulled your grumpy self into a tight loving hug as he kissed your temple repeatedly until your mood vanished.
"A girl? Really? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Cause the doctor just sent me the results! And you ruined the surprise. I wanted to tell them in a different way!"
"Yeah, yeah. It's a girl! You know what that means?"
"That I'm gonna get so fat?"
"No, mensa. And even if you did, I'd still hit that." (Dummy)
"Not funny" Your cheeks flushed softly as he chuckled.
"Means that we can finally paint her room"
Your eyes swelled up in tears upon hearing him speak so softly and lovingly. He was excited. You could tell by the little flush in his ears.
"Shopping day tomorrow?"
"Ps obvio" (Obviously )
You giggled.
.----
Ever since you told Miguel you both were expecting a girl, it was like a switch turned in him.
He'd cuddle you with such care, he'd think you'd break. Wich was annoying to you since you missed sleeping ontop of him.
And when the cravings started? Dios mío.
"M-Miguel" You'd whimper as you wiped your eyes. He'd startle and instantly go in alert mode.
"¿Qué pasó? ¿Tas bien?" (What's wrong? You ok?)
You hiccuped and weeped "We have no pickles."
He'd stare at you, trying to process the correct emotion to feel in this situation.
"You're crying cause we don't... have pickles"
"Don't be mean!"
You'd hit him softly with a pillow and curled back to your bed.
"Ok, ok, Don't cry? I'll go to the... the store. Be right back."
"Can I have Nutella too?"
"Uh, sure."
Drowsy eyes looked at the clock. 2 am. On another time, he'd surely would ignore the senseless petition and talk to go back to sleep. But how could he do that when you were pregnant? He was an ass sometimes, but with a pregnant you? Never.
He went to the store, to his dismay there was only two small pickle jars, and they were inside a lady's basket.
... Puta madre...
Why was everyone suddenly in the crave for pickles?
He didn't have to elaborate much and explained the lady. She just laughed it off and kindly surrendered them to him.
"Cravings? Oh boy. You better buy her the three jar packs. And avoid wearing too strong colognes infront of her! It might get her queasy."
"Thanks" With a polite smile he paid for the pickles and went home.
You were waiting for him, teary eyed and pouty. He opened the jar of pickles for you and stared at you with awe and a mild disgust as you dipped one of the pickles inside the Nutella and scarfed the veggie down with such hunger it made you cry again.
"Its so good."
His shoulders slumped with a sigh and wiped your chin.
"You're such a weirdo."
"Want some?"
"No, thanks. Keep eating"
"But I'll get fat"
"It's normal to gain weight during pregnancy."
"You'd love me if I was chubbier right?"
"Yes. I would. Eat your... thing."
He'd chuckle watch you eat until you were satisfied. three pickles in total with half the bottle of Nutella.
The next day he got you a small pack of pickles and two big bottles of that sweet spread to then rub your feet.
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As time went on and your belly grew, the doctor appointments never got skipped or missed. He was there making sure everything was in order. His big hand hugging yours in a secure embrace as you got your ultrasounds. Everything was going perfectly.
The most dangerous months had passed and he allowed to breathe a bit more.
He had refused when you told him you wanted to work from home. Even if it was home office.
"No. It can lead you to stress out. And that will stress the baby out. Something can happen and no. Let me handle it."
"Stop being paranoid, I'll be fine! I just... don't like sitting all day or sleeping. I need to do something. And you didn't let me do much in the baby's room either!"
"Mi amor. You need to rest. I know you don't like it. But you need to."
"Could you at least get me an exercise ball?"
"Sure. Just don't-"
"Ay ya, Miguel! Ni que fuera a romperme!" (Stop it. I'm not gonna break!)
you whined
"I worry, mi reina."
"I know, and I appreciate it, but I gotta do something around!"
"Just promise me you'll go easy, ok?"
"Fine."
You kissed his cheek and cuddled him, the heat he provided felt heavenly against your back. You had started to waddle and to your dismay a new nickname was born. You were his Pingüinita. (Little penguin)
On the six month mark, you'd toss and turn on bed, feeling either too hot or cold. One moment you were snuggled against him, for the next to remove your clothes and lay naked next to him.
One particular night you felt suffocating. Summer was rampant and you woke up in tears at the oppressing heat.
He'd wake up no long after and filled in the bathtub with the right kind of water. Sweat and hormones raging on your body. Despite sleepiness clinging to him, he'd help you to the tub and bathe you.
Big and gentle hands massaged your wet scalp to then massage your shoulders and lower back. He splashed your body with water and kissed your temple carefully.
"Feel better? "
"Great, thank you, mi amor."
He'd smile lazily and remained there with you, almost falling asleep again in the bathroom until you were ready to leave to sleep.
- - -
He'd buy you long and cotton nightgowns. They were breathable and made everything a bit more comfortable for you, along some essential vitamins. And a hammock for the porch. He'd find you sleeping often in there.
Whenever you went out with the rest he'd make sure that none ordered meat. You still were sensitive to the smell, despite Peter longing for a burger.
Miguel would bathe with you to help you wash your back. But it was just an excuse to touch you and feel you. He'd be as gentle as he could with you. It turned him on to see you swelling with his child. Even brought out things he didn't know was into. Like, a lactation kink. And eat you out despite your protests of not being able to see him.
He was absolutely moonstruck with you. And when the time for you to deliver his baby finally came. He tried to remain strong and collected, despite his hands trembling like an earthquake. He kept an eye on you like a hawk, always looming around you.
He couldn't help but melt when Gabriella's cries echoed loud and healthy on the room.
He kissed you with such pride in his eyes that you'd think he was about to cry.
He knew his life with you had just started, and he was glad he had chosen you. Happy and grateful even. You just made him a dad of a wonderful little girl that instantly quieted down when he held her in his arms. One of the nurses snapped a picture of him holding and cooing Gabi as you got a well deserved nap.
Despite him not being a texter, he sent the picture of Gabi to the group chat.
OMG! Congratulations! she's so beautiful! 😊
I wanna cry so badly right now. She's gorgeous 🎉🎉
I'm an uncle now. :') So proud of you, Miguel.
Thanks
When can we see her?
Lemme ask Pingüinita and I'll let you know.
🐧?
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ioniansunsets · 5 months
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I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND OMG
hey imma need that confession Heartsteel Kayn moment yannoooo… fr all I’ve been thinking about 😳😳😳
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Confessing ✖
✖ Word Count: 1.2k
✖ Tags: Awkward Confessions
✖ A/N: Reader here is just someone who works at his studio! He met you as Heartsteel slowly begun to start out and get ready for debut. Also writing this with that one ask about him writing a song about this exact moment in mind. Heehee!
I was reading some fanfics on my side and got filled with so much adrenaline and emotions I spat this out. I got very very very carried away writing this. I hope its not too OOC. Thank you for asking for this, I couldn't stop thinking about writing it.
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It sucked. It fucking sucked. The way his heart raced when you were near.
The loud thumping against his chest. He hated it.
He hated how vulnerably and un-badass it made him feel. How the high he got from you rivaled that of the stage.
How your voice played over and over in his mind more than any melody he knew. How your laughter made his knees weak. It made Him. Weak!
He hated. He loathed. He grunts in frustration as he rocks out hard on his guitar. Fingers picking at the strings, a sick solo riff but it was for no one but himself.
Oh, how he did arguably stupider things than usual when he saw you watching. Showing off to you he jumped off a stage once. Which is not too far off from usual but it was to no audience! It was during a practice run! He did it just to flex to you that he was cool! Fucking embarrassing to remember but he did! All because you were standing nearby! How could you do such a thing to him!
The absolute frustration he was filled with. Not pent up rage, not a craving for violence and destruction, but affection? Undeniable. Overflowing. Drowning and choking him. Affection!
He finally threw his guitar on the ground. Breathing heavy. Hands running through his hair to push away the hair that has fell to his face in his little jam session. Hands wiping away the sweat. No matter how long he played, how fast his fingers pressed the strings, how frantically he strummed away. How he still played, chipping his painted nails when he slips up and drops his pick. The loud music of his electric guitar couldn't drown out the high BPM beat of his heart going off in his ears. The mental image of you smiling and waving at him every time he shows up. The tingle in his fingertips imagining himself holding you.
Swallowing hard, he storms out of the studio. He was at his fucking limit and refused to deal with this flip flop of emotions any longer. A cold shower. He calms down. Tomorrow. At the studio when he goes in to record. He'll find you then. He'll go early before the rest of the band gets there. He'll get this done and over with. Enough hours were spent being a mess about you. He was going to get this done! Tossing and turning in bed for hours he finally falls asleep. Tomorrow, he'll confess.
xxxx
The next day came soon enough. Making sure he looked good, makeup on, hair styled nicely, a sexy ass outfit with his deliciously sculpted abs out. Not the usual for when he goes to the studio but if he was going to be confessing? Perfect. Yes he was perfect in his own eyes but still, his heart raced. Small whispers of Rhaast in his mind, telling him they might reject him, that he was someone that needed nobody, he shouldn't go up to them and say anything, the frustration was so good for his music! But still, he walked on. Boots hitting the floor at the same pace of his rapidly beating heart as he walks up to you. You heard him before you saw him, the thump of his boots echoing closer and closer.
" Hey!"
He cringes internally, the hell was that greeting. Hey? Just hey?! He smiles. Cocky as usual. Face never betraying his emotions, yeah he was cool like that. The shaking of his hands held back as he puts them in his pockets. Its alright, he looked cool. Just like that, hands in his pockets fiddling with his phone as he leans against the wall to talk to you.
" Can I talk to you a bit before I go and record stuff?"
Oh gods you smiled and nodded. His heart fluttered. His expression, involuntary, visibly lighting up. The way your smile just made him smile so bright back. He takes a deep breath.
" I uh...I love you."
He spat it out. It wasn't cool. It wasn't sexy. It was a choked out confession. Heart racing, palms now sweaty in his pockets, still shaking. Hells, shaking More now. His breath heavy as he tries to keep the anxiety at bay. A feeling of stage fright he never felt before. Suddenly hitting him. You look at him, face slowly getting more flushed as you process the sudden confession.
" I hate it but I've fallen head over heels for you. I'm a fucking wreck. You ruin me."
Kayn runs his hands through his hair, a habit to calm himself down. His eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before continuing.
" You genuinely make my time here at the studio fun, your presence is chaotic and calming at the same time. I want to be with you. I want us to be a thing. You already know me, you've seen the me on stage during practice, off stage when I record lines, you've seen Rhaast go all out and you still choose to be around me. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted."
He looks at you now, a calm stare. Lips pursed in a tight line. Swallowing hard. His nerves somehow finding solace in letting out all his feelings that were pent up over the month or two since you got to know each other. You laugh, gods your laugh. He's giddy. You tell him you love him too. He smiles.
A pause as he suddenly stands up straight. You tell him you love him too?
" Wait haha what? Really?"
He was amazing of course you'd say yes but still, there was that tiny part of him that was worried. You liked him back? You Love him? The amazing you! The you that shone like a sun in his frustrating days of endless work as a rockstar. You! He was fucking Elated. Arms immediately around you, a tight hug as he lets out a sigh. Breath he didn't even realize he was holding until now. His arms still shaking a little as he held you.
" Can I kiss you. Right now? I-"
Kayn doesn't even finish his sentence, the moment you nod his lips are on yours, passionate. Hands threading through your hair as he holds your head gently. Holding you against him. His free hand around your waist, supporting you as much as he was supporting himself from falling apart at your touch. How he loved you, the smell of your hair so close to him now, the taste of your lips on his, the feeling of your soft delectable lips on his. How warm you were in his hands, how faint your breath on his face. He was in love. He was in Love.
As he pulls apart. He takes another deep breath. The way you left him literally breathless. Fuck. This was an excitement he never felt before. Never has a kiss left him feeling so...good? Never has a hug left him literally shaking with excitement. You were special and now you were his.
" You're so fucking perfect you know that?"
He laughs shakily. A hand rising, trembling as he lightly touches his lips. Still in disbelief. He loves you. Undeniably. Overwhelmingly. The storm of emotions he held for the past, who knows how long, now a summer breeze filling his chest with a warmth he doesn't remember ever feeling. He loves you.
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ilys00ga · 2 months
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𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.
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➞ pair: yoongi x reader.
➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.
➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.
➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)
ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33
★ MASTERLIST.
ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑
God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.
How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?
Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.
He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.
His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.
Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.
He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.
He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?
He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.
One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.
With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”
You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.
Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.
As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.
Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.
Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.
Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”
You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.
He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.
“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”
Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.
Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”
“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”
He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.
At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.
Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.
Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.
Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.
It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.
Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.
“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.
“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.
There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”
You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.
He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.
“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.
“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.
Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.
Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.
"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.
The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.
"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.
"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.
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kayentokk · 4 months
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Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 1);A Lot More Ice Cream
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Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader
Summary;Sukuna always knows what to do when you’re upset, but this time he thinks he’s gonna need a lot more ice cream to fix the problem. 
Contains;feelings, some sadness, cheating mentions, angst kinda (not in a death way), comfort(Sukuna comfort), 🥹
wc; 1,261
A/N;uhmmm y’all I think imma make this a series. Cuz I wanna drag it out and I have more ideas for this storyline, so bear with me. And I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
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The smell coming from inside was musk, and humid. You could feel it radiating through the door. You knew this was coming, hell this is what you came over here for. But it still hurts like a bitch to know your boyfriend, ex, is in the middle of sex with one of your mutual, ex, friends. 
You were tipped off today by one of your ex’s friends, the only reason he told you was because quote unquote he “can give you a better time than that prick.” At the time you thought, he’s probably not wrong, maybe you’ll even take him up on the offer after this. That’s not likely though. You’re just, rightfully so, in your feelings and feeling angry about the whole situation. 
You still wanted to see for yourself though, so you went to his apartment. You quietly unlocked the door and turned the knob, you just needed to know for yourself. You didn’t want to be privy or see the adulterous, disgusting act. 
As if the clothes, that obviously belonged to him and his little- thing, that were in a trail leading to the bedroom weren’t enough, a loud, keening, high-pitched whine was let out. You didn’t need to see or hear anymore, that was enough. 
You had tried to tried mentally prepare yourself before you got there, deciding to walk there for the commute instead of driving because you could clear your head better, but nothing prepares you for betrayal. And this was betrayal at its finest. 
You placed the keys on the counter, opened the door, and slammed it shut loudly on your way out. You were hoping to startle them, but you’d be long gone before they got a clue. 
You didn’t want to go home, so you didn’t. It’s not like you had anything waiting on you there, besides the memories that were once happy of you and him. And that’s just depressing. 
After walking for a while, you noticed where you were headed. Sukuna’s house. It was only natural to want to go there. Sukuna is your best friend, of sorts. You guys grew up together, you went to the same schools your whole life, and your mothers were best friends. So you guys were destined to be close in some way. 
You stopped yourself right across the street from his complex. All the intrusive thoughts immediately rolled in, what if he has girls over? Or he’s having a party? Or maybe he’s not home?   M-maybe he doesn’t want to-
“Hey,” a gruff voice greets you.
It’s Sukuna. 
He’s in his car, the windows are rolled down and the music is low so that you can hear him, he has a couple of bags in the front seat, he must have just been returning from somewhere. 
“Hellooo? Earth to y/n?”
You snapped out of it, “hey,” you greet him lowly.
“Were you coming to see me?,” he asks reaching for his phone from his back pocket, “I didn’t think I got a message from you.”
“You didn’t. I didn’t know I was coming here either to be honest.”
“Oh…well, are you gonna get in or what? It’s freezing outside and you’re letting all my heat out of the window you psycho.”
It’s cold? Yeah, it is the middle of winter. You hadn’t noticed until he mentioned it. He moved the bags to the backseat without even having to get out of the car, the perks of having long arms, and you got in. It was warm, and your fingers started to defrost.
He parked the car in his designated spot, and you went to get out of the car but not before he stopped you by grabbing the hood of your coat. You turned your head and looked at him. His bright garnet eyes were piercing right through you, and you wanted to break. You wanted to crumble and cry and scream, you hate that look. Like he knows something is wrong. 
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong? or we jus’ not gonna talk today?” 
Your lip quivers and at that small twitch Sukuna’s face drops. The normal irritated grimace that dawns his face is replaced with something else, something you’ve never seen before. It’s almost a saddening expression, it doesn’t suit Sukuna at all, you think. 
In all the years you guys have been with each other, Sukuna thinks, he’s never seen you look so delicate or fragile. He’s seen you cry over getting a “boo-boo” or “ouchie” when you were small, he’s seen you cry over being reprimanded, hell he’s even seen you cry during your period, but all those things he could fix. A bandaid, a cookies and cream waffle cone, and a movie. Easy peasy, Sukuna squeezey. But a part of him felt like this ouchie would be harder to fix if he could fix it at all. 
“He cheated ‘kuna,” you spoke plainly. It was harder to admit than you thought. You immediately felt repulsed from it.
He didn’t know what to say, he was in utter shock and he wanted to kill the dirty bastard. How could he? You devoted yourself to him and you cared and treated him with all the kindness in your heart. Sukuna was so enraged and he also felt….sad? This wasn’t the usual agitated feeling he got when you were upset, this was different. He knew this was different. You weren’t even crying yet, just sitting silently in pure consciousness. 
You didn’t really want to talk about it if you’re being honest. Your boyfriend-ex, cheated on you. What else was there to say about it? But the silence was killing you.
“You could say something y’know,” you sniffled bringing a hand up to rub your nose. “It’s more embarrassing if you don’t,” you chuckled dryly.
Sukuna, however, didn’t find it funny. Nothing about this was funny. And it was becoming apparent to him, that he’d need a lot more ice cream. 
What do you want him to say though? If he told you he’d kill him that wouldn’t solve the issue or lessen your hurt, If he acts out of character and said sorry you’d just think he’s taking pity on you and he knows you hate that. 
So Sukuna does what he knows best, he “ignores” it. When you were both in your adolescent stage and you were mad at him about something harsh that he probably said that’s what he did. 
He’d still talk to you even if you were ignoring him, which pissed him the hell off by the way, he’d do anything you wanted. And eventually you’d forget why you were mad at him in the first place, it was his way of apologizing. That was the only way he knew how to treat you without you feeling like he’s pitying you.
So he turns off the car, gets out, grabs the bags he put in the back seat, and when he sees you’re still in the car he gives you a nod and says, “come on, we don’t want you to freeze do we?” And you smile, it’s only a fragment of what it normally is, but you smile. And Sukuna feels relief, of course if you wanted to talk about it he’d listen. But right now, it’s freezing outside and he doesn’t think a car is the right place to have that conversation. All the people passing by while you’re hyperventilating and crying over your jerk of an ex is not exactly what you want to happen either.
So you follow him into the apartment. 
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@/cafekitsune for the divider
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flipperbee · 3 months
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MegaRod
So, i'm not the biggest fan of this ship, because for me there is a giant age gap between them, but i'm okay with it, i even enjoy the dynamic,
but guys... my dudes... my gurls... my non-binary reader (may i call u my shrimps? imma call u my shrimps).... these panels here...
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Here is Rodimus taking the chance to tease Megatron while having a good reason to drag him away, and has a thight hold on his arm for not letting any chance Megatron pulls himself away.
Megatron is known for having a private space he likes, and takes well care of it. There, Rodimus litteraly touch him and doesn't want to let him go.
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Just arguing like an old couple. Litteraly. They are teasing each others and try to have a point. they try to make a point by using their own experiences on the other. Roddy knows that Megs sulk, because he did it too. Megs knows Roddy will crave his desk with a knife because IM SURE HE DID IT TOO.
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Fun fact : first time i saw this panel, i thought they were on a karaoke. I was like "Rodimus managed to drag Megs to a karaoke and Megs is enjoying it, and Roddy is just trying to hit the high note". Oh boy, i was wrong.
Anyway, here, Megatron took the opportunity to tease like hell Rodimus because for once, the speedster is being serious about something and Megs thought it was a good time to act like him. He never did that to anyone, excpet Roddy. UNO REVERSE RODDY HONEY!!!!
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This. This is amazingly a piece of art.
Rodimus desperatly telling Megatron to take his servo, not caring at all the mech is strangeling Tarn (bc well, he deserves after what he did but well...). Megatron, that said he would never use violence to resolve things, actually strangeling to death his former agent. And Roddy doesn't care, or at least it doesn't matter that much. What absolutely matter to him is to bring Megatron back with him on the Lost Light. To be reunited with him again.
The look they give each other. No needs for words. Such a deep unspoken connection between them. Even Rodimus has no words. Maybe he can see all the pain, remorses, and all of that in Megs' eyes. A mutual understanding. A transfer of feelings (not romantics, no no no). Trust. Megs shows him for a sec his real face. Tired of all of this, a bit sad, remorsefull and exhausted. It hits Roddy hard.
I can see Roddy slowly retrac his servo, thinking he has lost Megs, but then Megatron hold him with a firm grip at the last second and they get teleportated. They don't break their look until teleportation.
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Look how firm their grip on each other servo is. The fact Roddy is still standing and Megs on the ground means (to me) that Rodimus stay strong for Megatron for him to stand up again. That it's okay to take a break. He saw how exhausted Megatron is and want to give him strenght. Tell him he is home now.
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It makes me happy. Ooooh so happy. I love them. Just i love them all.
They sit side by side and Roddy asks nicely his co-captain advise. And Megs looks like he could cry of happiness.
"I think forever sounds about right" MY HEART. MY TINY UNHEALTHY HEART. Megs is ready to stay forever with them all. He is happy. So i'm happy. May i kiss them? Just to make sure they have enough love?
This last panel made me cry and taught me something i think i will never forget : adventure will never end. And it litteraly changed my vision of life. Yeah, a Transformer comic manages to change my view on life itself. But omg, it is so powerfull.
I started to write something about my 2023 year, that it is a very hard year for my health, i'm dealing with some issues, and in this essay (i'm at 8 pages lmao), i wrote like 2 pages about Transformers MTMTE/LL and how it changed my mind. I rewrited Rodimus's speech about being good enough for people to think good things about ourself and just- i am ranting right?- it makes me so full of joy and happiness. I could litteraly throw it in your faces in an other post hahaha, bc i wrote some good stuff i'd like to share.
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mageofseven · 10 months
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How about a reader that was pregnant when they were chosen as an exchange student ? Like the baby's father is not in the picture and reader *isn't* involved with boys romantically and when the boys discover readers pregnant after lesson 16 they're just "oh Shi-"
This is an old ask from before my long ass hiatus, but I'm honestly still really interested in this.
Okay so here's some set up info for how Imma do this:
MC knew she was pregnant, but was so overwhelmed about it that she welcomed the fact that she was magically kidnapped into going to demon school and that she had something to distract herself from the literal growing problem in her uterus.
The baby was also transfered to the new body after what Belphie did to her.
Like it was requested, MC is not currently dating any of the Boys.
They found out because they had her get checked by a doctor despite Barbatos making sure she was okay with his time power; this was mostly done out of over-protectiveness and no one actually thought anything would come of it.
I don't do reader posts so obviously this will be MC.
Now that that's out of the way, let's give this a go!
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Lucifer:
Is visibly shocked by this and has MC explain herself.
When he hears how her boyfriend knocked her up and abandoned her not long before she was brought to the Devildom, the pride demon makes a mental note to ask her for the man's name at another time so he can handle that little pest.
Feels terrible guilty about what she went through and even worse that she went through it while pregnant.
I see Lucifer as this heavily anxious man with a soft spot for kids and that includes babies that are works-in-progress (WIP).
Hovers around her constantly after that, making sure she taking every vitamin and supplement she and her child needs.
Just becomes super protective of her while also trying to pretend he's not.
Eventually takes her off of cooking duty so she'll have one less thing to worry about.
Despite not being the father or having such a relationship with her, he takes full responsibility for all aspects of this from teleporting her here while pregnant to Belphie offing both her and her child in her last body.
Doesn't go as far as to call himself this child's father, but anyone who saw this man hovering over her would definitely think he was.
Like always, Lucifer just wants to take care of his family and now sees MC and her child as such.
Mammon:
Literally freaks out while trying to pretend he isn't.
To him, her being pregnant just made this whole situation 1000000x worse.
Feels bad that he didn't know about her kid.
Like, he's the brother whose been by her side the most and he never even noticed anything was off with her.
He's not the most observant man so I'm not surprised.
He's her First! She should have just told him, or so he tells her.
Keeps an extra close eye on her to keep this crazy freaking human from doing anything bad for herself or her kid
And let's face it, she literally got herself killed not long ago so anything can happen.
The further her pregnancy gets, the more this man tries to keep his brothers away from her.
He just extra possessive as time goes on.
I mean yeah, this kid ain't his but he wishes it was so freaking much but he's still gonna look after the two of them.
Honestly, this man wouldn't be able to handle a single other bad thing happening to his Human.
Leviathan:
Ohmanohmanohman--
Is really freaking out and doesn't even try to hide it.
I mean this is serious!
Not only did MC die but so did her WIP kid????
I mean yeah, they are both back but this all still sucks.
You know the phrase 'kicking a person while they're down'? Well this is like using a freaking flamethrower while the human was already down!
Honestly becomes super awkward with his Henry after learning about her pregnancy
But slowly gets used to it as he discovers that MC just wants him to treat her as he always has.
Yeah! He can do that!...kinda.
He feels bad that he can't help her through most of it.
This man knows absolutely nothing about pregnancy and feels like he is mediocre at comforting people at best.
Still, if she ever needs someone to distract her with anime so she doesn't have to think of the little WIP in her uterus then Levi is her man.
Satan:
Honestly...this man is less than thrilled.
MC is the first person he's ever truly gotten close to and that includes his 'brothers'
So to hear that the person he cares about most is pregnant...
Well on the plus side, he knows there's a human man in the other realm for him to torture so that makes him feel better.
Doesn't like kids, but is at MC's side as much as possible.
One of the brothers willing to hold her hair back during bouts of morning sickness.
Not one to hover, but does get a little protective when Belphie is in the same room as her.
Knows the Avatar of Sloth won't hurt her anymore but...well, he still can't get the image of MC's dead body out of his head
And angy boy is still angy at him for it.
Other than that, he reads a shit ton of pregnancy books to learn what MC's body is going through and different methods to comfort her through it.
Asmodeus:
Honestly, this usually chatty brother was speechless when it was announced.
When he saw all eyes fall on the human and make her overwhelmed, he ran to his friend and hugged her tightly.
Was the one to hype up the other guys and get everyone to say they'll take care of her and that they have her back
Because honestly, this woman and her child literally died for his family; you can bet your ass he's going to make sure each and every one of his brothers does their part in taking care of the pregnant human.
Doesn't immediately think about killing the runaway baby daddy, but if it becomes a family field trip to hunt the bastard and kill him, Asmo is so down for it.
Mostly focuses on what he can do for MC in the moment though.
Another brother to comfort her during morning sickness.
It's gross af but he uses it to remind his brothers that hey! I'm getting close to a vomiting woman each morning so y'all better be as dedicated to the cause as I am.
Beelzebub:
This man literally did nothing wrong, but acts as if it's all his fault.
So much happened in his family right under his nose and things led to such extremes that his twin literally killed this woman and her child.
More or less feels like he needs to step up and pay atonement for what his twin did
And is probably the brother who takes care of her the most.
This situation has shown how much he actually wants to be a parent one day
And literally asks MC later in her pregnancy if he can be her baby's daddy
He doesn't care about genetics at all, just wants MC to let him help her raise the child and make him a daddy 🥺
Literally the sweetest man to ever exist.
MC would be a fool not to accept.
Belphegor:
Probably the guiltiest of all of the men.
I mean, he did it. He killed MC and relished in it.
Granted, he didn't know she was carrying a little hitchhiker, but still.
Belphie lost himself in his pain to such a strong degree that...he wonders that even if he did know...would he have been able to stop himself from doing what he did
And honestly, the fact that he doesn't know scares the hell out of him.
Avoids MC for the first couple months of her pregnancy because honestly, he feels too guilty to even look at her
And... honestly, he doesn't know if he even trusts himself around her.
Thanks to Beel's encouragement, the sloth demon slowly finds himself interacting with the pregnant human
And eventually decides that the best way to atone for what he did (if it's even possible) is to take care of her and the kid the best he can.
He doesn't like kids and just sees pregnancy as unnecessary torture for people with uteruses
But honestly, none of that matters anymore.
He may not have been the one to knock the woman up, but he did fuck up the worst out of everyone in this situation.
Will feel better whenever the family hunting party starts and he can give that pathetic man a taste of what he deserves.
Looks like it's Human Season for this hunting demon.
Diavolo:
Also a man with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Other than the actual process of making the baby, everything that happened was either because of something he directly or indirectly did to start up the exchange program.
Also regrets not having regular check ups on his exchange students because surely they all would have discovered this sooner and prevented anything from happening to the pregnant woman.
Has regular doctor visits scheduled for MC to make sure she and her baby stay healthy and pays for all of it, including any medications she may need during this progress.
Pregnancy can be really fucking expensive, but the prince makes sure she never has to worry about that side of things.
Just focus on staying healthy and letting your baby grow, MC; he and the other men will handle everything else.
Barbatos:
Knew before everyone else did.
I mean, this man literally had to make sure the baby transfered over too.
This man is seriously a hero that doesn't get the credit he deserves nor does he seek such.
MC and her baby are safe now and that's all that matters to the butler.
Honestly frets over the woman on the inside, but shows no sign of it externally.
Is the man that takes her to all her doctors appointments and was there when she discovered the gender of her baby.
Congratulated her as she sobbed happy tears and was honestly grateful that he could share such a moment with her.
Honestly becomed really attached to MC during her pregnancy and looks forward to watching her child grow up.
Solomon:
Honestly, his intuition had been tingling for a while on this subject.
He suspected this pregnancy, but figured it was none of his business and didn't want to pry into the fellow human's personal life.
If he would have known such an event would happen with Belphie though, he would have stepped in and got answers.
He didn't though. The sorcerer had no clue how events were going to unfold.
Hindsight is telling him that he should have pryed more, but his manners told him it was right to respect the woman's privacy.
Doesn't do too much in regards to taking care of his friend since the demons seem to have it all covered and even seem to somewhat resent the sorcerer when he tries.
Believe it's better not to step on any toes, so to speak.
Is still a good friend to MC though and always offers an ear if they need to vent about the process with someone.
Simeon:
This all happened before the pregnancy had progressed enough for him to sense the baby.
He did however sense...something within the human since he met her, but didn't understand what.
Hindsight is really hurting this poor angel's heart 😔
Become the woman's biggest support in an emotional sense.
Pregnancy is hard and hormones flare and everything can seem so stressful, especially to a scared single mom.
This man is often the one comforting her when she breaks down into tears, even when it's over small stuff like someone ate the last cookie or she lost her pen.
He makes sure MC knows how strong she is and that she will make it through this this difficult time.
Luke:
Demons!!! Back away from the pregnant woman or this chihuahua will bite.
Okay, not really, but the brothers make this joke a lot.
Luke is very protective of MC in this situation.
Since he is just a child, he wasn't told what happened between her and Belphie in complete detail.
Really just thinks the stupid demon hurt her feelings and the angelic boy will not allow it to happen again!
Grows increasingly curious as MC's belly grows; angels don't have kids in this way so this boy has a lot of questions about what's happening to her body.
The fact that there's an actual baby just chilling and growing in her belly boggles this boy's mind.
Is honestly excited for MC's baby and feels like he about to be come a big brother!
This boy is determined to do his part and take care of her just like the adults do.
Mostly just keeps her company and bakes for her when her cravings give her a sweet tooth.
Little Lukey keeps her spirits up and MC loves him for it.
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chansshands · 3 months
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Warm like hot chocolate
Pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader
Genre: fluff??? (I'm confused like you trust me), best friends to ???, cuddles, pecks
Author note: And I’m back babies, I have a lot of free time, sadly I have a brace on my foot so I need to rest all day on my couch, without moving, so I started writing again. I have like 9 drafts just on tumblr and a LOT more in my notes so be prepared I might publish something else this week hihihi, anyway since my birth i have this issues where I can't warm up by my self if the weather it’s not at a proper temperature, I’m in my 20s and I still struggle to warm my self up especially my arms, hands, legs and feet. That’s why i thought about writing this thing down, because I’m 100% sure that Chan is the warmest person ever, just like hot packs. not proof read I'm too tired and lazy.
As always my request are open!🩷
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I’m so insecure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!
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Why it's so fucking cold in here?
you think
after months, you finally had the opportunity to sleep at your brother's place, his dorm actually, that he's sharing with some of his bands mates.
You get up, shivering cold, maybe with a pair of pants you could warm your self up? but you know that you can't fall asleep with pants, who sleeps with pants in 2023? exactly no one, you need something or someone to warm your self up and that's where are you going, in tired, sleepy steps.
you knock at your brother's door, opening it a little to see his figure under the blankets
"Changbin Oppa, you sleeping? I'm so cold"
you say waiting for a response, but a little snore informs you that luckily he is sleeping peacefully.
you get out, closing the door behind your back.
You knock at the door that it's in front of you, knowing that the person on the other side of the wall is awake, for sure, you knock gently, but you don't receive a response, maybe he's wearing headphones?
"Channie-oppa you awake?"
you open the door
"oh, cupcake what you doing here? is everything okay?"
he says taking his headphones off his head
"I'm freezing, why it's so cold in this house?"
you say closing the door behind you
"have you try to put a pair of pants?"
he says closing the laptop that was on his lap
"I'm just like Binnie, I can't sleep with pants on, but that's not the point. there was a fucking penguin in my room, because of the cold"
he giggles a little
"come here cupcake, I'll warm you up, but don't you try to fall asleep here"
"I wont, I promise"
you say crawling in his bed
"wait, before I get in, you have something on or I have to met little bang again?"
"right, wait. cover your eyes, and stop calling him little bang, he has feelings and he's not little, and you know it cupcake"
Of course you know it, the first time that you met him he was naked, like fully naked, you saw IT, just for a couple of seconds but you saw it, he tried to cover himself with a pillow but it was too late, you saw it and even if you know that it's NOT small (the perfect size actually) you call it 'little bang', just to piss him off.
You cover your eyes with your hands, trying to give him some privacy.
"Okay, I'm done."
he says, lifting the blankets so you can snuggle in, placing your body right next to him, head resting on his bare chest, he covers your shoulders with the blankets, his arm on your waist.
"I swear to God if you drool on me, imma ban you from my room"
"I'm not going to drool on you"
you say caressing his abs
"mhmh, liar"
he whispers
"you're so warm, you know that?"
"yeah?"
"mh, just like hot packs"
"hot packs?"
"yeah, hot packs or hot chocolate I don't know, you're just warm, and I want you in my bed every night, I'll pay you to warm me up every night, and your scent is addicting"
"addicting? what you mean?"
"I don't know, every time we cuddle the next day I need more of your cuddles and your scent stay in my t-shirt for nights."
you look at him smiling shily
"you can always come here to get your cuddles you know that right?"
"I know, but you're always working, and naked and I live away from your dorm and I can't come here every night, and-"
"I'll start wearing underwear if you want to cuddle every night"
"no more little bang for me?"
you smile at him, he try to hide a smile, but his dimples pop up anyway
"and again stop calling him little, he's not little"
"mhmh, whatever you say"
you smile
"Channie?"
"mh?"
"can you date someone at the moment?"
"what do you mean?"
he says looking at you
"it's a difficult question for you? can you date someone, you know with the dating ban and everything"
"uhm, yes. It was just for two years after the debut so yeah, I can date whoever I want"
"good, so we can go out right?"
you look at him smiling
"yes...are you asking me on a date?"
"I mean, If you want to yes, I can go back to the penguin in my room if you don't want to"
"nono, i want to-i-yes"
he stutters shily
"yes, I want to go on a date with you, but a real date, in a restaurant, with a nice dress and high heels"
"you mean both of us in a dress and high heels or you can wear that beautiful black coat and a white shirt"
"I'll wear the dress of course"
both of you giggles
"well, thanks Channie"
"for what?"
he asks
"giving the honor to come on a date with me"
"the honor? y/n I wanted to ask you to come on a date for months, I even asked permission to your brother"
"you ask permission to Changbin? For me?"
"yes, is that weird?"
"fuck no"
you say kissing his lips
"i-i'm sorry, I wasn't thinking-i-i fuck sorry I-emh I have to go"
you say trying to escape from his arms
"ah ah, where are you going?"
"setting my self on fire because I kissed my brothers best friend after I asked him for a date?"
"shut up y/n"
"but-"
"shut up, please"
he says kissing you, taking your face between his hands
"you know how long I have waited for this?"
you say in his lips
"yeah, since the first time that you see me, your brother told me about the little crush that you have on me"
he says looking at you
"see, he made a mistake"
"what you mean?"
he asks
"my crush for you it's not little, it's huge actually. You're in my mind most time of the day and the night, especially at night, and this lips? - you say touching his lips- I have dreamed about them for years Chan, so pink, and plumped and kissable, I knew that you were a good kisser"
"really?"
"fuck yes"
you kiss him one more time
"wanna know the other things that I'm good at? they involved little bang"
"don't talk, show me"
Tags: the one and only @paboswriting (I miss Mr Bang)
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judysxnd · 3 months
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Cookie dough
Lando Norris x reader
summary: when you burnt dinner, you decided to make the only thing you knew how to cook: cookies
I absolutely don’t like what I wrote, so imma do what I do when I send a risky text, I’m publishing it and staying away from my phone 😭
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You were staying with Lando for a few days at his place before leaving for the new F1 season. Tonight he was playing games with his friends again, streaming a little to please his fans one last time. In the meantime, you were trying to make what could be your dinner, but it was not going well.
You’re not really a good cook, but you manage your way through. Usually. This time it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t cook the meat right, it wasn’t enough, and when you thought it was good, it was overcooked. The rice is the only thing you didn’t mess up. But you couldn’t only eat rice! So you secretly ordered food while Lando was still playing.
But you decided to cook something for dessert, something that didn’t take long and that you knew you wouldn’t mess up: cookies. It was simple to make, and it doesn’t take long. You put some music in the background, from the playlist you made for Lando. You have similar taste in music, and every time Lando put his music you always liked it, so you made a playlist with his musics.
It helped when you were away from each other. When you missed him you put his playlist, making you feel like he was with you. He doesn’t know about it, you don’t think he does. It’s not like you were hiding it, but you usually listened to it when he wasn’t here, since when you’re together you mix both of your music.
You wanted to sing to the music, but Lando was streaming not far from you and no one needed to hear you. So you were doing some playback, moving your hips while you were making the cookies. You were so focused in the cookies and in the music that you didn’t hear Lando enter the kitchen.
“very much liking the view” he said, making you jump
“Oh, Lando! I didn’t hear you” you laughed “what are you doing here?” You asked him as he walked closer to you, leaving a kiss on your head before leaning against the counter next to you.
“Hm, I’m living here” he joked
“Haha hilarious” you rolled your eyes “you stopped streaming?”
“Yeah, I was getting too hungry and the smell of the food made me stop” you laughed
“Well you’re going to be disappointed” you admitted as you poured the flour in the bowl. He looked at you with a straight face.
“Why- what did you do?”
“I’m just not much of a cook”
“What did you burn this time?” He started to look for the food
“I didn’t burn anything!” You started to defend yourself “and you’re not better than me so you can’t say anything”
“I know I’m not better, but at least I know it and I stopped trying” he laughed
“You’re lucky my hands are busy otherwise I would have hit you”
“But where’s the food?” He opened the oven to see the meat completely black “if that isn’t burn I don’t know what it is” he closed the oven and went back to you
“I’m sorry I tried”
“It’s okay, I’ll order something”
“Don’t worry I already took care of it”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I ordered what we were supposed to eat” you laughed “I did hope you would still be playing so that I could pretend I cooked it, but, well, I can’t have everything”
“I would have noticed either way”
“Sure” you scoffed
“There’s a difference between food cooked at home and food from a restaurant, I would have known” he leaned on the counter again, stealing some dough from the bowl
“Hey! Keep your fingers out of the cookies!” He laughed, tasting it. “And no you wouldn’t know”
“At least the cookies are good, if you don’t burn them in the oven we can eat them” you pretended that you were going to hit him, making him step back a bit.
“You be careful with what you say pretty boy, because I know for a fact that you can’t tell the difference between the food I cook and the food from a restaurant”
“What? That’s not true”
“Yes, remember the lasagna we ate a month or two ago? That I made?”
“Back at your place?”
“Yes”
“Yeah, it was del- wait” you tilted your head “you didn’t cook it?”
“No, I burnt the sauce so I ordered them, I was too embarrassed to admit I messed up so I pretended I cooked them” he started to laugh
“I knew it tasted too good to be cooked by you” you couldn’t help but laugh too
“We’re not great cooks”
“No, we’re very bad cooks”
“The fire alarm always turns on when I cook breaded fish” you admitted
“What???” Lando was laughing even more “how is that even possible!” He said in a high pitched voice, still laughing
“I don’t know! So I stopped cooking those too”
“I can’t judge, it does the same for me”
“Okay can you pass me the chocolate chips please? In the bowl over there” you pointed, your hands full of cookie dough. Lando grabbed the bowl and poured the chocolate in the dough while you started to knead it.
“We’re making a good team” Lando said as he put the bowl in the sink
“You just put chocolate chips in a bowl” you laughed
“But I did it good” you rolled your eyes
“Whatever” you couldn’t help but laugh “can you change the music please?”
“Sure” he said as he grabbed your phone, changing the music. “Why is there my name on top of the list?”
“Hm?” You turned around “oh because it’s your playlist” he looked at you with puppy eyes
“You made a playlist for me?”
“Yeah!” You smiled “I love most of your music so I made a playlist with the songs we have in common”
“That’s so cute!” He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while kissing your neck. “I made one for you too” he whispered in your ear.
“Really?” You had a big smile on your face. “Yeah, let me show you!”
“No no wait” you said before he could move
“What?”
“It can wait a bit, I want you to stay here” he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, arms locked tight around you while you were finished to make the cookie dough.
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absolutebl · 2 months
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This Week in BL - I'm Late, I know
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Feb 2024 Wk 2
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Ongoing Series - Thai
The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting 2 weeks I guess? Bah.
Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 13fin - I wasn't impressed by the last ep at all. Trash watch happened here.
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My final thoughts:
Based on alittlebixth's omegaverse novel #พิษเบ๊บ’ set in the world of car racing omegaverse. Thailand brought us the world's first omegaverse BL but then failed to lean into the courage of its a/b/o convictions by not emphasizing the difference between our world & theirs, adding & subtracting characters & allegiances + a weak ending. With earnest performances, enthusiastic sex scenes, a fantastic side couple, and some delightful scenery chewing - the actors tried… poor things. It's just the story failed both them and their parent genre. Frankly? I just wanted it to be more outrageous and trashy, since I never expected it to be good. Instead, it was just… meh. 7/10
(Imma remind all the newbies that this is not unprecedented from me with hugely popular BL.)
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Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - I like it but there’s a high % of this show that doesn’t interest me. Anything to do with the side couple, or the friend group, or the cooking competition drives me into a comatose state of UGH. That means that in this episode, I paid attention to about 5 minutes worth. 
For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - I'm ready for this to be done. I think they were trying to be this year's Big Dragon, but they just aren't good enough. I really didn’t need a third couple.
City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - I'm warming up to FueangKrom a bit. It’s cute. I am finding the pacing interesting. That pacing might be bad, but right now it’s simply different. 
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Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 5-6 of 8 - I still love this show a lot, but this 2 ep installment felt a little disjointed. I’m not sure if that’s the narrative structure or the subs. The captions are shockingly bad for a KBL and I don’t have enough Korean to make up for their clear failings. 
Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - Oh the return of the manic pixie dream ex. This is all very high school drama for purportedly grown-up adults. But them both being jealous and then kissing was sweet.  
AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - They remain adorable and the sunshine robot is very sweet. But it is a little slow. 
Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - I prefer the episodes when we get more of them onscreen together. But this was fine. 
Happy Ending (Korea Tues YT) 3fin - The ending disappointed me (are you surprised?). What can I say, not Strongberry's best as far as I’m concerned. High school besties that many could be sweethearts. I don’t like an ending that’s left up in the air. 6/10
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It's Done but...
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.
The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.
Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.
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It's Airing But...
[NO INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.
Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.
Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.
7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 12 eps - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes. It finished, is it worth it?
Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) 12 eps - finished, horror, supposed to be very philosophical, I think I'll give it a go.
Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.
Next Week Looks Like This:
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Starting Up
2/16 My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) - not quite sure how much BL this one is, because... Japan, but we shall see.
2/17 A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year head hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through many girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance. Unless this is really good I probably won't I hate the WeTV interface...
Still Coming in Feb
2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy criminal breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
We gotta talk about LFLS this week. Look at Korea go!
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Talking about a dead fish kiss, how meta! This will end up on one of my best of the year moments. I could not have been more gobsmacked.
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Also something rarely directly addressed, particularly for same-sex firsts.
And then, a claiming trope, a personal favorite of mine.
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Thank you Korea!
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I just love them. (Pit Babe)
(Last week)
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your-next-daydream · 2 years
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Wade Wilson x equally chaotic reader hcs 👀
AH MY FIRST ASK! Thanks for requesting bro!
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Ok you didn't specify if you wanted platonic or romantic? Soooo imma do both😃
Reader has no specified gender
Platonic hcs
Oh? Do you want to leave the house without a warm Wade Wilson goodbye? No, you're going to get a hug that smells of cocaine and weed. Upon finally leaving, you hear, "Bye kiddo, make sure you get in trouble for Papa!" With an over exaggerated kiss blown your way.
"Hey kiddo, have you seen my katana...kid? Why is my katana in that guys stomach right now?" He said with a hand in his hip. "I don't know. I got bored, and he was conveniently placed there."
Chimichangas for breakfast and dinner. Lunch is a healthy dose of some sort of drugs or killing. There is no in between. Desert is rom-coms and tears don't forget to say hello to his unicorn.
You help blind Al around the house but for fucks sake quit making so many sex jokes around that poor lady.
please...clean Wade's suit... it smells horrible
"Hey Wade, want to go TP and throw eggs at the X mansion with me? Colossus pissed me off again." You muttered, grabbing some of Al's eggs promising you'd pay her back later. "Umm fuck yeah I want to! Just don't hit pinky pie or teenage angst they'll have my head...well they kinda can, I can just grow a new one!"
You joke about getting avocado lotion for him. "Hey, Deads, I got this avocado scented lotion for you. Maybe some pheromone shit will happen, and you won't look like a dumpster fire anymore." He whipped his head around, grabbing where his heart is and stumbling around,"wounded"
You cut Wade's arm off once just to give it to a bad guy asking, "Need a hand?" While Wade came up behind that person killing them.
he takes you to the bar with him, and you both get on Weasel's ever loving last nerve. I mean, he's both of y'all's arms dealer. Why not mess with him?
there was a fight Wade started in the bar, once where he broke his leg off and just started beating people with it.
Romantic hcs
What's personal space? He's always touching or hugging unless you specifically tell him not to.
you reassure him that he's still a handsome man. You lightly pick on him for being an old avocado, but that's about it.
he gives you his unicorn and whatever else of his you want before he leaves for a mission.
there was a time when you came with him and you both got captured. You're actually the one who figured out how to escape...he was just gonna cut himself up to fit through the bars.
sex jokes? Oh yeah, all the time. You can't stop this man he's hitting on you like you guys are at the bar, and he's trying to take you home. You shock him if you return the same energy.
makes sure you're asleep before he even thinks about going to bed himself.
you and him took a pole dance class so he could show off, and he wanted to see you move like that.
he had a funny idea to put his mask on you during a mission, and it was funny watching another version of himself walking around killing.
Do you know those hugs where you get picked up and are just held there for a while? Yeah, that's him, except his face is in your chest no matter what it looks like.
Colossus has walked in on you both making out and out of embarrassment. You attempted to cover it up and say, "You wanna join?" But Wade went along saying "Yeah big boy, wanna have some funnnn?" You hit him on the head.
Pizza and movie dates. It doesn't matter where y'all are you guys are going on a date if he can help it. He thinks it's cuter when you set things up.
Oh, someone hurt you? They never existed. He knows you can handle yourself he wanted to take care of it.
He'll buy you Deadpool themed merchandise ALL. THE. TIME. You like are running out of space for it at this point.
There's a hoodie with his logo on it and he's definitely fucked you in that hoodie before.
He probably would like running a knife or a gun down your sides. The gun is never loaded, but you don't know that.
knows he could get out of it, but he thinks it'd be fun if you tied him up.
Oh, I'm definitely thinking about his stamina and strength...
After y'all do have sex straight to the bathtub or shower to get cleaned off. He could care less, but he knows you want to be clean.
CUDDLE SPOONING KING
He'd like to be little spoon sometimes. Other than that, he likes laying between your legs with his arms around your waist to make sure you can't leave in the morning.
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itsavee4117 · 26 days
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Got a bit inspired by @akiiame-blog and @keakruiser's whole "debunking common stereotypes about the Mario crew," so I decided to do one of my own!
(First though, here's Akii's post (er... one of them) and here's Kea's post)
PEACH
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So there's a lot of stigma around mah girl here... and not in a good way. Admittedly, I was one of those people at one point in time (blast me if you want 😅)
But really... I kinda wanted to do a deep dive into Peach to get rid of all the "PeAcH iS wEaK wOmAn" garbage. I'm gonna be using examples from both the games and from the movie because, personally, I love both. 😊
Lezz get into it!
🩷 "Peach is just a damsel-in-distress!" This is one I think we've all seen a lot, right? Well... I could go on for ages as to why that's false. Namely... oh why don't I just show you?
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No questions? Good. No. Peach is not a damsel-in-distress who can't defend herself. Nah... she can! And you know what? Imma say it... she looks badass doin' it! Seriously, you try toting around a parasol THAT SHOOTS FREAKING CANNONS around, or wielding an axe like that.
🩷 "She's always getting kidnapped!" That's... not a good enough reason to not like a character. Yeah, she gets kidnapped, but I think we're overlooking one thing here. She's being kidnapped. That's not great. So... shouldn't we be pointing fingers at THIS bozo?
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(Yeah, you. You mad, bruh?)
Which brings me to my next point.
🩷 "She just likes being the victim!" *sigh* Alright. Alright... level with me here, folks.
You really think she'd willingly be a victim? I present to you this scene from the movie:
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No. Peach doesn't like being a victim. Notice how she says "Don't hurt my toads!" She genuinely cares for her subjects and would do anything for them. If it meant being held captive just to keep them from getting hurt, she would do it. It's not that she likes getting kidnapped. She just wants her subjects/family to be safe!
🩷 "Peach doesn't care about anyone!" (Yes... this is one that I have heard *facepalm*) I'm not even gonna waste my breath explaining why this is wrong. So, again, my previous statements above. And also these.
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I mean... need I continue?
🩷 "Peach doesn't even love Mario!" You really want me to keep using these cute images, don't you? Alright then! Fine by me! (Unless your intent is to give me a heart attack... which, still worth it!)😊
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I mean... the little glances towards him, the way she's always so close, the way she screams "MAAAAARIOOOOOO" in Odyssey and Galaxy, the way she says "I love you" in that Tennis Game where (dear lord) "Mario 'bullies' Luigi?" I could go on, but I'll keep it simple. Nah. Girlfriend loves her hubby so much. 🩷❤️
Also, if you're gonna use Odyssey, lemme ask you something: would you wanna be proposed to after you were forced to travel the world with some creep you didn't even like, watch your boyfriend get clobbered, be taken to the FREAKING moon, and then almost get killed by lava? It's okay to say no.
🩷 "Peach has no personality" Mmm... nope, she does. And here's a list!
She likes making cakes/baking things, and some evidence is shown that she probably owns a bakery with Daisy or something (MK8 posters, anyone?)
She likes pink and is super girly (being girly doesn't make you a bad person, folks. Just means you like looking femme or acting femme.)
BUT, at the same time, she's a badass when she needs to be and looks good doing so.
She's super sweet towards her friends, but especially Mario (*cough* the entire movie *cough*).
She's smart and strategic. Referring to the movie, she made a plan to round up the Kong Army and managed to stall the forced wedding long enough to save everyone. How many of us could do that? Also. Paper Mario. PAPER. MARIO.
She obviously likes playing sports. Soccer, tennis, golf, you name it! (And she looks damn good doin' it)
She's quite diplomatic, as we've seen. She's good at negotiating with other rulers and kingdoms: the Kong army, Sarasaland, the Beanbean Kingdom, Pi'llo Island (to name a few).
I rest my case.
If anyone has anything to add, feel free. @peaches2217 @keylovesstuff @silenzahra and @zootopiathingz, I know y'all like her, so perhaps?
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casuallyawkardd · 8 months
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hello dear, how are you?, could you write a picture where miguel discovers that you are learning spanish to show that you care about him, if it doesn't go well. thanks for the attention ☺️☺️
After my trip, I'm a little tired and sunburnt, but it was all worth it! Ngl, imma be needing to write something wholesome after the shit I've been writing so here you go 😂😭
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader
Warnings: fluff that is all, also I'm still not fluent in Spanish so feel free to correct grammar/spelling
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For Miguel, he thinks you're ignoring him. You're blowing him off to go do something else and when he tries to pry you tell him to 'quit being so nosy.' He's already annoyed, so he doesn't pick up on your teasing tone.
In reality, you've been trying to learn Spanish to surprise him. You don't expect to be fluent anytime soon, but some simple phrases and a few terms of endearment are a good start. Those moments when Miguel is talking to you and thinks you're ignoring him, are actually you listening to your Spanish lessons. Whenever you're 'blowing him off,' you're just sitting in your room practicing your pronunciations.
Lyla catches wind of what you're doing before him, overhearing you at HQ when you thought you had found a quiet place to practice. She even offers to help you out and you gladly take her up on the offer. You had had one too many dreams of the Duolingo owl in the corner of your room as it was. Little do you know that your nightmares only now come to life, though that could just be you being dramatic.
Unlike the little, green owl app, these lessons talk back. Sometimes it feels like she critiques you too harshly, especially when you practice writing in Spanish. You wanted to be able to put cute, little notes around his platform. Her shrill voice reminding you when and where to put the accents on letters and that you have to add upside down exclamation and question marks at the beginning of a sentence wakes you up in the middle of the night. However, Lyla is also extremely helpful at the same time. Teaching you the more 'casual' way to say certain things, as opposed to the generic, robotic responses you had been learning. Even some swear words because why not?
The day finally comes when you're ready to reveal your little surprise. Miguel is reluctant, back to you as you try to get his attention.
"Oh, so now you have free time?"
It's a bit endearing that he missed your presence, you say as much. 'Yo también te extrañé, mi amor.' I missed you too, my love.
His head snaps in your direction, confusion written on his face. Slowly, he steps towards you, eyeing you as if expecting you to say something else. Which you do. 'Quería sorprenderte aprendiendo español. ¿Es eso mala?' I wanted to surprise you by learning Spanish. Is it bad?
Everything clicks into place and he's sighing in relief, grasping you by the upper arms to pull you in for a kiss on the forehead. He holds position, letting the kiss sink in before pulling away, running his hands up and down your arms.
"Agradezco el gesto, de verdad. Gracias amor." I really appreciate the gesture. Thanks love.
You ask why he was giving you the cold shoulder moments ago, Miguel sighing heavily before explaining his side of things. How he had assumed you were ignoring him and that he might've gotten a little bit salty about it. You laugh, realizing your mistake. '¡Soy embarazada!' Miguel's smile drops a little after that, looking like he's trying to keep it just for you.
"Yeah, you definitely have some more practicing to do, cariño."
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Tags: @prettylittlebrowngirl @khaleesihavilliard @leahnicole1219 @edgycatx @graysonshaven @qiaipia @3zae-zae3 @melovetitties @jebsoxnoshansk @thedevax @erissco @its-carlerrr @muimui06
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tulipsbymybed · 1 year
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I'm on fire part one
at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
Pairing; Javier Peña x Fem Reader
Summary; Javier Peña is...tired. Things get to him a little easier these days, burrow in behind the facade he keeps up. Lately though, he's been finding solace in the cafe down the road, and in the woman he sees there at the same time every week. modern coffee shop au.
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Warnings; not many I don't think, some talk about death/police typical matters, zombies? in a book lol. javi is like. depressed. and he drinks and smokes a lot.
(a/n) yeah so? so my The Keeper and Song 6 fics are really similar to this? so what?!? sorry I'm not v creative 😔 anyway sorry this took so long, hope y'all like it and I have no idea when part 2 will be out lol sorry. title and chapter title are I’m On Fire by Bruce Springsteen, my all time favourite song!
Word Count; 4.5k
Week 1
Javier Peña was tired. 
He’d seen some of the older agents, his bosses and their bosses, when cases had gotten to them. They’d get obsessed. It started when they took a file home, then boxes of them. They would drive their families away, start drinking on the job, the warnings would start coming, they’d ruin their career and they’d obsess over a case until they pushed themselves into an early grave.
Javier had taken a file home. 
Then he’d stared at it for twenty minutes with a (rather large) glass of whiskey in his hand. With a heavy sigh and the thought that at least he didn’t have a family he could push away so he could skip that step, he’d opened it, read and reread the papers over and over and over again. The case had gotten under his skin, he’d let it get to him and he was ashamed. Him and Murphy had done a lot of things, he’d witnessed Carillo do worse, had seen the aftermath of crime scenes he hadn’t prevented. But none of that had truly gotten to him. Then came this. 
It had burrowed in behind his carefully constructed facade and sunk into his bones, seeping into the marrow. At the best of times he didn’t feel…good, he felt dull and muted like the case had pressed pause on his thoughts. And at the worst times like tonight, well, he could have sworn he was rotting from the inside out, eyes painted with the images of the victims and their mourning families.
The cigarette between his fingers was burning up, ash falling onto the file on his desk as he stared blankly forward, not noticing Murphy slamming a drawer shut and strolling round to his side, tapping on his monitor to get his attention.
“Peña cmon Connie has been asking me to ask you to have dinner with us again so what’s your excuse tonight why can’t you come?”
Javier blinked and looked up, frowning for a second as his brain sluggishly processed the question.
“I-what? What are you talkin’ about Murphy?”
He received a pointed look in return, eyebrows raised and a stare that communicated clearly that he should know what to say here.
“Oh-sorry, give my love to Connie but unfortunately I am just going to be so tied up here tonight, there’s absolutely no way I’ll make it to dinner with you two. Another time though, of course-”
“Aight don’t need to go overboard that’s all I need to hear, least I’m not lying to her when I say you aren’t comin’-”
He grinned and Javier thought he could guess pretty accurately what Murphy had in store tonight for him and his wife, exceedingly glad he’d denied the invitation this time. He closed the file in front of him and leaned back in his chair, smirking a little.
“One of these days imma say yes, just to fuck with you-I’ll spend a lovely long evening with you and Connie, just askin’ her all about the embarrassing shit you did when you first met cause I know there are some shockers-”
Murphy’s hand slipped and a stack of papers happened to fall off the desk, so naturally Javier kicked a leg out to boot him in the shin and grinned at the ‘OW-fucking shit Peña-’ that he elicited. 
Javier only stayed for another 20 minutes or so, just fiddling with stuff on his desk and moving case files around and checking his emails until he figured at least moping at home would mean he could have a drink while he did it.
But when he left, he only walked a few metres before he glanced across the road and stopped. There was a coffee shop there, door propped open a little, plants lining the window and soft light spilling out. He’d walked past it, given that he worked opposite, but never really taken much notice before-it was starting to get darker earlier in the evening though and the dimming sunlight made the coffee shop seem all the more appealing.
He stood still for a few moments, hands in his pockets as he debated crossing the road to go in-he really didn’t need any caffeine, but it looked much nicer and a hell of a lot more inviting than the bullpen or his home. Coffee shop it was then. 
A quiet bell jingled when he pushed the door further open to slip inside, and the employee behind the counter glanced up, shooting him a quick smile before going back to wiping down the coffee machine. There were only four people in there-a man and a woman talking quietly in the corner, a man tapping away on a laptop and you curled up in one of the armchairs, book open in one hand and chin resting in the other. Javier couldn’t see the cover but watched for a few seconds as you turned the page and chuckled to yourself, apparently enjoying whatever it was. 
Then you looked up. The smile on your face immediately faded, cheeks flushing a little as you made eye contact, looked back down and burrowed further into the armchair. He blinked a couple of times, forcing himself to take the few steps towards the counter and focus on the menu board on the wall behind it. The young woman behind the counter smiled pleasantly at him, clearly wearing her ‘the customer is always right’ smile as she waited patiently for his order. He squinted at the board. 
“Do you have anything with-anything decaf maybe?”
“Of course-I can do a regular decaf coffee or tea, or any of the drinks in the ‘sweet treats’ section of the menu are all caffeine free, surprisingly.”
“Oh can I just get a hot chocolate then?”
“Absolutely-eat in or take away?”
He glanced around the almost empty shop, eyes lingering on you now smiling at your book for a second before flitting back to the barista and opting for eat in. 
After being told the drink would be brought to him, Javier wandered over to the large window near the front, sinking into an incredibly comfortable armchair and sighing heavily. The chair was pointed in away from the window, and he dropped his head back to look out onto the street for a minute. His eyes darted between the various people on the street, wondering where they were off to. Was the woman walking her dog heading towards a park or back home? Was that man with a briefcase finishing work and going home, or was he heading to his sweethearts house? Maybe he was going to stop in the convenience store on the corner to buy some flowers on the way. Maybe the teenage boy standing on the corner was waiting for his friends, maybe he’d just finished studying.
Javier pressed his lips together, wondering what he’d be doing if he hadn’t taken this path, if he was doing something else with his life. What if another cop had been working on the case? Would they have prevented what he’d just seen? What he’d had to tell the families? 
He was pulled out of these thoughts when the young woman set his drink down on the low table in front of him. Picking it up and smiling a little at the sweet scent, he turned his head forward and his gaze landed on you across the room, angled slightly away from him.
You’d somehow sunk even further into your chair, feet tucked beneath you and focused intently on your book. There were two mugs on your table, which both looked empty, a jacket was laid over the chair next to you and a bag was sitting there as well. It was partly open and he could see the corners of a few books sticking out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d read a book. The last was some sort of crime thriller, he’s pretty sure-but he’d spent the entire time picking apart what they’d done wrong, what would have actually happened, how the officers and captains would have really reacted. He’d shoved it onto the small bookshelf in his apartment and just…not picked up another book. 
What were you reading? Javier squinted a little to try and look at the cover, but your hands shifted to turn the page and his view got blocked. It looked bright though, some sort of baby blue with people on the front. Likely not a crime thriller.
He sipped his drink, relishing the warmth that spread through him, and rested his foot on the opposite knee as he watched you. He didn’t mean to, he wasn’t intending to come off as creepy or some sort of lech-god knows he saw enough of them in his day to day work-but he let his mind wander for a little bit, wanting to just forget about his job for a short while. Cupping his hands around the mug and letting the heat seep into his palms, Javier let himself daydream. He imagined being the man he’d seen earlier, carrying the briefcase. He’d have had a tough day at work, maybe his boss was on his case about some quarterly reports or some such shit, and he’d walk out of the office at the end of the day looking forward to meeting his significant other in the cafe. 
He would jog across the road, already forgetting about his annoying boss as he saw you through the window. The little bell would jingle as he opened the door, you’d look up and grin, standing to welcome him. He’d drop the briefcase on the chair next to you, sitting opposite and thanking the barista when she automatically brought over his regular order, and he’d just talk to you. He wouldn’t be thinking about the people he hadn’t saved, he wouldn’t be haunted by the sounds of the people he’d almost saved, he’d just be a normal businessman. One who was a regular in his local coffee shop, who’s biggest worry was finishing some paperwork on time and who had a partner he would happily listen to talk about books after a long day. 
His hot chocolate was half gone and he glanced down, swirling the cup a little to mix back in the chocolate that had sunk to the bottom. Movement across the room made him look up again to see the barista walking over to your table with another mug-she said something quietly and you chuckled softly, whispering something in return that made her pat your arm and smile as she walked back to the counter. You folded the corner of a page in your book and set it down, swapping it for your phone as you brought the mug to your lips. 
You didn’t drink though, instead grinning at something on the screen you were looking at. What were you looking at? Had someone sent you an amusing photo? Did you have siblings making you laugh? A partner texting you to make plans? Javier furrowed his brow, frowning a little as he realised he didn’t have any of that. He had what he’d probably call ‘mates’ but he didn’t really have any friends as such-he had Murphy, but it wasn’t as though he’d get a random text from him just to say what’s on his mind. No siblings either, and no one he could call a partner by any means. Nothing near it, in fact. 
Putting your phone down, you sipped some of your drink and picked up the book again. Javier caught a better glimpse of the cover from the movement and decided it must be a romance, or contemporary at least-not something he’d ever tried. Maybe he should-first time for everything after all. It might take his mind off of his job, and that’s all he really needed, Javier thought bitterly. 
He really hadn’t meant to watch you for so long. It just so happened that he felt some semblance of peace for the first time in a very long while. He could imagine a different life, a quiet one-some sort of life where he didn’t have so many shadows, and someone to share his days with. 
The sky darkened outside, clouds rolling over and shading the streets-the cafe lost the natural light that had been coming from the last of the setting sun and you glanced up automatically. Javier really wished he had realised how long he’d been watching you for, because your eyes then slid over to lock with his. 
His eyes widened minutely, shocked at himself for spacing out for so long and slightly ashamed that you’d caught him. Most other days he would take it in stride, turn it into some sort of come on and try and get your number out of it, but not today. Today he was tired and too burnt out to be anything other than embarrassed that he’d been caught practically ogling a woman he found attractive. Whilst daydreaming about the life he could have led-and with you, no less. He didn’t even know you. 
You looked like a deer in headlights, and he was fairly certain he had the same expression on his face. Javier blinked. You blinked. 
Opening his mouth to say he didn’t even know what, apologise for staring or just mutter a hello, you seemed to break out of your mini trance at the movement and your cheeks went red again, like they had when he’d walked in and looked at you. Your lips parted, he thought you were about to say something-then you pressed your lips back together and looked intently down at your book, seemingly ignoring him completely. 
Well. Fair enough, he thought . Shouldn’t have been watching you in the first place really. 
He cleared his throat and looked away, standing and clutching his mug just so that his hand had something to do. Walking over to the counter, he set it down and thanked the barista, then turned to head out. He weaved between the chairs, vaguely thinking about how good the hot chocolate was, and that tonight didn’t particularly feel like a whiskey night-for the first time in quite a while. 
A cool breeze swept past him when he pulled the door open and he hunched his shoulders a little, for a second wishing he was wearing something warmer than his leather jacket. He plucked a cigarette and his lighter from an inside pocket, sheltering in the doorway for a second as he lit it, took in one long drag and started walking. 
As he moved past the window, he couldn’t help but glance back inside. You were still sitting in the chair, book in one hand and mug in the other. But you weren’t looking at either, you were watching out the window, watching him walk away. Something in his stomach churned a little, a hot flush flaring out inside him, though he couldn’t figure out what. 
-
The streets were quiet, and his apartment building even more so. There were some muffled sounds from whoever lived above-he didn’t know them, had never really introduced himself properly to any of his neighbours-but other than that, silence. The sound of his key unlocking the door echoed around the apartment, and he sighed as he flipped the light switch, pausing in the doorway for a moment as he looked around his flat. Bland was one word for it, depressing was another. 
Shaking his head a little, he shut the door and trudged toward the sofa, sinking into it and grabbing the TV remote. Same thing, day in, day out. His job provided some fun, but lately it was more canon fodder for his demons than excitement. Why hadn’t he just taken an easier path? Why not have just taken an office job? A job where people didn’t depend on him, where he wasn’t responsible for literal lives?
His phone pinged and he picked it up, already bored with the cooking program that had come on automatically when he turned on the TV. It was a text from Murphy, thanking him for making his excuses and not having dinner with them. Javier smiled a little, feeling an uncomfortable pang of jealousy in his chest. 
No, not jealousy-longing. 
A few days a week, Connie would finish work earlier than Murphy and drop in to pick him up.
A few days a week, Javier would get a front row seat to everything he didn’t have, and that he desperately longed for. 
The contacts list on his phone was shockingly long, stocked with an abundance of women's names from late nights and drunken encounters-but he ached for more, ached for the warm and fulfilling life he’d imagined earlier. It worsened as time went on, the late nights weren’t as satisfying, just a release of pent up energy, and he got distant, distracted at the worst of times. 
He closed the messages app and turned the TV off, deciding he might as well just turn in for the night. Nothing to keep him up, after all. 
He absentmindedly went through his routine, brushed his teeth and slid under the covers of his bed. When he leaned across his bedside table to plug his phone in, he paused, staring at the blank screen for a few seconds.
Sighing, he propped himself up against his pillows and googled where the nearest bookstore was. 
Week 2
Somehow, this week had been even worse than the one before. Orders from on high that Javier just knew would result in him knocking on a door and having to say “I’m sorry to have to inform you-”
He’d been stuck in the bullpen late every evening, sitting with Murphy as they tried to solve what they knew they couldn’t so they could try and save the people they knew wouldn’t make it. It was the lowest either of them had been in quite a while. He had seen Murphy looking at him out of the corner of his eye, watching studiously when Javier got too quiet, had smoked too many times that day. 
This week had been even worse than the one before, and all Javier could think about was ambling across the road to sit in the peaceful quiet of the cafe for a little while, watching the world go by and having a warm drink. He turned his head a fraction and looked out of the window nearest to him, absentmindedly thinking that of course the bullpen had gross grimy windows. He could barely even see the people on the street a few floors below, dirt obscuring the view too much.
The cafe was a smudge of warm light, a homing beacon for the tired and weary. How apt, Javier thought dryly. Standing up, he clapped Murphy on the back and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.
“Aight I’m headin’ out-no way we’re getting any further on this while we’re both dead on our feet. Give my love to Connie-”
With a dismissive wave form his partner, he headed towards the lift and tried to ignore the fact that he could definitely have asked him to come along, could have asked him to have a drink and get out the stress from the case. But he found himself wanting to keep it to himself a little bit longer. Not that Murphy didn’t know the coffee shop was there, but Javier knew he hadn’t been in and wanted to keep it that way for a little bit at least. It was seemingly otherwise untouched by anything relating to his job, which was some sort of miracle.
-
There were five people in there this time, another couple, two men in suits on laptops-and you again. Same armchair, curled up again, new book.
Javier smiled before he realised that might look a bit weird and tampered it down, clearing his throat quietly and heading straight towards the counter.
The barista behind the counter was the same woman as last time and she smiled at him as he approached, asking if he’d like another decaf drink this time.
“Sounds good, though I’m not sure which one. Surprise me?”
She raised her eyebrows and chuckled softly, nodding and pointing him towards a chair so she could bring it over. He dropped into it, closing his eyes for a second as he embraced the immediate sense of calm that washed over him. Breathing out heavily, he looked across the room and realised you were only a few feet away, a little to his left.
Before he knew it he was staring again, this time appreciating the way the last of the sunlight highlighted sections of your hair, shined just right so that one of your eyes looked bright and clear while the other was dark in the shadows. 
His drink was set down in front of him and the movement made you look up, locking eyes with Javier. This time, you offered him a small smile, and he watched as your cheeks flushed again. Part of him was surprised you didn’t look away this time, and part was a little too glad he hadn’t creeped you out with his accidental staring last week-he beamed in return, too relaxed to reign in the broad grin he’d just sent your way. Before he could worry about how he might come off, your smile widened a little and you huffed out a small laugh, looking back down to your book. 
“I’m Javi-just…by the way-”
Your head snapped up again, looking at him in slight surprise when he spoke. He didn’t really know why he suddenly introduced himself, he just felt the need to speak to you, find out what your voice sounded like. Couldn’t help but want you to know his name-know him. He decided not to linger on why he’d introduced himself as Javi and not Javier right off the bat. 
You offered your own name and he felt the same hot flush racing through him as he had last week. He picked up his mug and watched you shift as you pressed your lips together and looked at your book again. Looking down, he saw that the cup was filled with some sort of pink liquid. He frowned and let out a small noise of surprise, which you glanced up again at. 
“You-you okay over there?” 
Javier looked at you in surprise, caught off guard by the fact you were initiating conversation with him. Why would you want to do that? You looked so pretty, so untainted by his world-it seemed like one touch from him would bring his reality crashing down on your life. Sap the warm light away from this cafe, take the addictive blush out of your cheeks and turn the book you were holding into ash. 
He really couldn’t help himself though. 
“I just-I couldn’t decide so I asked for a surprise and, well, I didn’t think it would be…pink-”
To his surprise, you laughed. He could almost feel his own face warm at how much he liked the sound, light and happy and everything he needed. Smiling back at you, he raised the mug to his lips. 
“Lou must have given you the Strawberry Sleuth-go on then, what dyou think?”
He chuckled at the name and then took a sip, eyes widening at the sweetness of it. 
“It’s, uh-it’s nice-”
You surprised him again, laughing even louder at his expression and fumbled answer.
“Super sweet right?”
It was his turn to grin at your knowing look, setting the cup back down. 
“Mm yeah maybe a little too much for me-”
You smiled at each other for a few seconds and Javier felt oddly like the weight woven into his chest lessened slightly. When nothing further was said, however, you turned back to the book in your hands, leaving him feeling somewhat bereft. 
“So-so what book is-what are you reading?”
Javier tried to force his heart rate down, internally wincing at how needy just that one sentence sounded. 
You looked at him for a second, expression thoughtful, before you folded the corner of the page and turned it to show him the cover. This book was white, a sliver of red snaking up from the bottom and spreading tendrils out. 
“Warm Bodies. A love story between a human and a zombie.”
Javier opened his mouth, unsure what he was going to say in response to that-though he needn’t have worried because your eyes had lit up with excitement and you swiftly carried on, leaning forward in your chair to hand him the book. 
“Will you read it or can I just spoil it? Because it sounds a little weird when I just say it like that, but it’s actually a very sweet novel. It’s less about a zombie apocalypse and more like a metaphor for the human race? Kind of? As in, it’s more like a representation of what people have done to the planet, what we’re doing to our own species. Although, that being said, I can’t deny I enjoy the romance it's so sweet-her love literally makes him human again how romantic is that?”
You gulped after you finished talking, taking a big breath, and he smiled at your mini speech. The heat inside him was back, spine tingling as listened to how passionate you were about it. The book in his hands was slightly warm from where you’d been holding it and he swallowed, throat suddenly dry and raspy. 
“Sounds…fun? You usually read romances about dead people then or did I just catch you on an off day?”
You clapped your hands together and laughed-then you made his chest tighten when you inched forward in your seat, coming even closer to him. He brought a hand up under the pretence of smoothing over his moustache, hiding the way he was grinning at your enthusiasm and your proximity. 
The next forty minutes passed too quickly for Javier’s liking, and all too soon you were looking at your phone, exclaiming “oh my god I have to go-like ten minutes ago-”. 
He handed you your book back and watched you frantically shove things into your bag. When you pulled your jacket onto one arm and held your bag with the other, you paused and looked at him, opening and then closing your mouth. Javier watched you curiously, trying to fight the disappointment at your sudden departure. 
“I’ll see-it was nice to meet you, Javi.”
Unsuccessfully ignoring what you might have been about to say, and how you smiled as you said his name, he responded that it was nice to meet you too-though that felt like a woefully understated summary of how his evening had panned out. 
Javier only sat there for another fifteen minutes, not wanting to follow you out and appear creepy but also finding no reason to stay. 
When he’d googled the nearest bookstore last week, it had instead directed him towards an app for one. He’d browsed for a little bit, and on and off over the few days afterwards but hadn’t really known what he wanted. Or if he even wanted to read something again. 
He pulled his phone out when he walked away from the cafe, head ducked down to try and shield himself from the cool breeze. Opening the app for the bookstore, he typed in Warm Bodies and pressed ‘Add to basket’.
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Summary: Y/n is supposed to be celebrating one of her major stepping stones but that seems to be far from her friends' intentions. Thankfully Chris always knows what to do
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
“o-oh yeah that’s totally okay, I get it” I said quietly watching my friends get into a limo after our night out. Sure I wasn’t the type to come out of my comfort zone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mind being left out of social events. Tonight we were celebrating my engagement to Chris, something Stephanie herself had planned actually. Only to find out there wasn’t enough room in the limo for all 8 of us..
“Oh Y/n you don’t mind right, it’s just all of us haven’t hung out together in a while” Grace smiled linking onto the other girls while they faced me on the pavement, the limo waiting in the background.
“But I thought-“ I said feeling my cheeks start to heat up, the alcohol clearly taking its effect strongly
“Well we know it’s not your thing so we thought it’d be chill if you just went on home? I mean that’s okay right? The hotel room only has beds enough for us, plus you’re a home body anyway”
So now i’m stood at the front of a random club in a part of town i’ve never been to before, and Chris is out with his buddies tonight. Starting to feel a bit scared I (as a reflex) felt myself start to shake a little bit and wobble, however finding the courage to hail down a yellow cab and heading straight home.
I got through the front door, yeah my social battery was basically dead, but I would’ve loved to spend some time with my friends tonight. Dodger instantly ran towards me, his wet snout sniffing all over as he licked my hands and face, at least someone was in a good mood tonight
Giving him his usual fill of cuddles I walked up to our bedroom, changing into my favourite pair of fluffy baby blue pyjamas. With my makeup now off and my hair combed back into a bun, I padded on downstairs and settled onto the couch.
With Disney plus now playing the original Peter Pan movie, I felt warm tears slide down my cheeks, not even wanting to check my phone when it said there were videos sent into our group chat. Cuddling into Dodger, I slowly felt myself calm down; the movie giving me a sense of homely comfort. Trying to ignore the throbbing dizzying pain in my head, I shoved my face more into the soft couch pillow.
Even back in high school I never meant to be the butt of their jokes, i’d rather stay quiet than make them uncomfortable, so I guess that’s where I need to improve
(Chris' P.O.V)
“Alright guys I think imma head home, I wanna be there when my girl gets home tomorrow, hopefully not too drunk” I said waving off to the guys as I left the house where we were getting together to watch the game. My heart swelling with pride with the fact I had someone to get home to, that didn’t have fur of course.
God I can’t wait for Y/n to get home, heck I was proud of her for going out tonight. Recently she had been struggling a lot with social anxiety with the paps constantly on our case cause of the engagement. Still smelling her sweet vanilla scent on me I drove up the driveway, expecting the house to be empty.
“Did I leave a light on or somethin?” I whispered to myself getting out of my car and opening the door warily. A soft smile finding its way onto my face when I wandered in to see Dodger and Y/n snuggling on the sofa with a Disney movie on in the back.
“What are you doin back so soon baby?” I asked coming to stand in front of her, her big doe eyes peering up at me with a frown on her red flushed face. That’s when I knew something was wrong.
(Y/n's P.O.V)
“I-I don’t know what I did wrong” My throat closing up as I felt sobs threaten to break out from me. Chris pursing his lips and bending down to pick me up, his hands wrapping around me as I hung onto him like a koala.
“Let’s get you more comfy sweet girl and then we can talk yeah?”
Nodding my head, he carried me into our bedroom, peeling back our soft cotton covers and setting me in. Getting changed himself into his own sweatpants,
“Ya still can’t be getting shy like this bunny” He smirked watching me cover my face under the blanket once he got nude, before pulling up his sweatpants.
“Cant help it, you’re too handsome” I muttered feeling him slip into bed beside me, he gently pulled down the sheets covering my face.
“Ya wanna talk about what happened today bun?” He said pulling me to lay my head on his chest as he sat against the headboard, his hands playing and ruffling my hair as I talked away.
“Well you know how the girls and I went out to a bar tonight right?”
“Mhm” He hummed pulling back the hair strands that usually frame my face
“W-well we were supposed to stay the night at a hotel”
“Yeah ya told me that bun” He said pressing a kiss on my forehead, my fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants.
“So once we got out of the bar, they told me that the limo didn’t have enough room and neither did the hotel room. S-so they jus told me to go home” I sniffed, feeling Chris tense up behind me, his hands stopping in my hair.
“Hold on, so how did you get home? You’ve never been to that side of town before”
“I took a cab” I muttered out already knowing what his reaction was going to be like.
“Baby you know that’s not safe. We don’t know who the paps are, you shoulda called me. Especially when you’re drunk” He sighed out tapping me to sit up and look at him. His lips tightly held together with a sad look on his face
“I know but I didn’t wanna disturb you and I just wanted to get home quickly” I leaned onto him, his arms rubbing my arms softly
“I know bun, but next time you call me alright? N' fuck those friends of yours, excuse the language but what assholes. I don’t want you to hang out with people who put you in these dangerous positions”
“I know, i’ve been thinkin about that a lot recently, i’m sorry for all this Chrissy”
“Hey no need to apologise none of this is your fault, they don’t deserve your precious self. I know Scar and Liz have been asking to go out shopping with you, would you be up for that?”
“Oh yes please” I said feeling myself start to feel better now, tracing my hands over Chris' tattoos before feeling him reach over into the bedside drawer and pull something out.
“Knock yourself out baby” Setting down the body markers, he smiled down at me and kissed my softly knowing exactly what I needed to fully relax. Turning on the T.V for some background noise, he started tracing shapes into my back, watching as I coloured in his tattoos on his chest.
“I love you Chris, I can’t wait to marry you” I whispered
“I love you more Y/n, in my head i’ve already married you baby”
“Ya wanna come out and visit Ma with me tomorrow” His nose nuzzling against my cheek while I worked on the tattoos further up,
“Mhm, I still have to give her the blanket she wanted me to knit”
“I’m still jealous you’ve never knitted me anything”
“Well I mean- It’s”
“YOU HAVE KNITTED ME SOMETHING HAVENT YOU” He shouted catching me red handed, his lips pulled into the smile I fell in love with all those years ago in college.
“B-but it’s not that good” I said pouting sitting up, his fingers tugging on my chin to bring me in for a kiss,
“Come on bub, let me see it” He frowned, placing various pecks all over my face, a smile forcing its way on me. Standing up I walked to my side of the closet, pulling out a soft blue phone pouch
“I heard you complainin about your new phone being too heavy to hold in your hands, So I thought-“
“Baby doll, why didn’t you give me this sooner” I felt Chris take the small pouch out of my hand and set his phone into it, slinging it over his shoulder, a goofy smile on his face.
“Cause it looks stupid” I frowned watching him look at himself posing in the mirror,
“No it doesn’t. Jeez whatd I do to deserve a fine woman like you, always takin care of me” He cooed taking it off and settling us back into bed, a soft smile on my face as I felt him caress the fluff on my pyjamas.
The upset feeling in my stomach started to boil up, my face contorting out of queasiness.
“Oh no” I whispered bolting out of the bed and throwing myself onto the cold bathroom tiles, hunching over and emptying my stomach into the bowl
“Baby” I heard Chris say walking over and hunching down beside me, holding my hair behind my head as he ripped off a bit of tissue and dabbed at the side of my face.
“I’m so sorry Chris, i’m a mess”
“It’s okay baby doll, come up here and let me see ya” Chris had lifted me up and cupped my face, placing a kiss on my forehead before helping me brush my teeth. His arms supporting my now weak and tired body, enveloping me in warmth as we approached the bed once again.
(Chris' P.O.V)
“It’s alright bun, i’ll be here when you wake up” I said softly looking down at the bundle of love laying her head on my chest. Her scented shampoo filling my nostrils, her breaths evening out as her chest rose and fell. My hand combing through her hair, I don’t think I could be any more in love than I am with her.
She’s too good for this world.
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