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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Do you remember?

Fun fact, I have been writing this piece off and on for about a year now. The fact I think it's finally done and ready to be shared is insane.

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Genre: Fluffy, some angst.

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You told Peter you love him, he's not sure you understand what you said. You're acting like you didn't know what you said. Do you remember what you said?

Warnings: mentions of sex while intoxicated, not hammered but tipsy. no assult here baby, not on my page! also, not really stark! reader, her dad is Tony and thats it.

Peter loved and hated working with Tony alone.

Tony was the best mentor Peter could’ve dreamed of but ever since he started dating you time alone with Tony always felt off. Peter was his protege but when he became your boyfriend Tony wanted to test him further, that because his daughter had feelings for him, it was his fault. Not that he’s complaining because thank god you did but Tony didn’t have to ask questions about your relationship and back Peter in a corner with certain questions and take pride when he falters.

So when Tony told him about the sudden three day trip and they would have to do an entire suit reset and build it made him want to stomp in the lab with lead filled boots. To make matters worse he knew it would be an all night thing and you weren’t going to be around.

Tony was on one side of the lab at his own station working on the new Spider-Man suit upgrade hunched over a table, he turned every so often and would grunt at Peter looking for his approval. Peter sat on the opposite side of the lab at his own station tinkering with his web shooters, he was helping Tony update the technology with each suit upgrade; the suit got taser webs so did his shooters.

It was nearing midnight, he had been hiding in the lab for half the day with Tony. He had come over after a quick after school patrol knowing he wouldn’t be able to go out later that night. Peter showed up with a giant Delmar’s sub, the kind he could only get with a hookup. He had splurged knowing it would most likely be the last time he saw you this evening. His half of the sub had extra pickles and yours had onion, he did surrender to your request of keeping it unsmooshed. One time you gave into his claims of it being the superior way to have a sub but gagged when you told him that you “hate to break his spirits but that’s sog heaven.”

You, on the other hand, had plans with MJ to go to a small bar to watch a band play tonight. Not your style but the headliner was MJ’s favorite and she had no one else to ask. Ned promised he would have gone but bars downtown gross him out. (When MJ pointed out he had never been to a bar downtown he blinked at her and said “yeah, because they’re gross”)

When 9:30 rolled around you made your way into the lab to say goodbye to your boys. Adorned in a mid length dress to help you look a bit older than what you were, you paired it with some small heels.

“Bye Bye, I'll miss you.” You walked to your boyfriend, when he looked up from the screwdriver and disc in his hand, eyebrows furrowed, obviously not happy with his task being more frustrating than he had hoped, had smiled when he saw your face.

“Bye Bye, I’ll miss you more.” He leant up and puckered his lips and you met his mouth quickly. “Call me if you need me,” he mumbled when he pulled away, pressing two more pecks to your sticky lips.

“Bye father, love you.” You called behind your shoulder already walking towards the glass door.

“Bye daughter, be safe.” Tony shot back, not even looking up.

Then called out to you, “Heels in a bar isn’t a good idea.”

Peter smiled and watched you pout, you held a foot out and wiggled an ankle before leaving the room, definitely on your way to change into actual shoes.

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Then sometime around 11:40 Peter's phone rang, your contact photo popping up across his screen. A small smile involuntarily creeping unto his face

“It hasn't even been two hours yet!” He laughed into the phone, “Peter? It's MJ.” She didn’t laugh at his joke, his heart already speeding up. “Where’s y/n? Is she okay?” His response was quick, Tony looking around his shoulder at the kid sitting straight in the office chair.

“Yeah, sh-“ MJ couldn't even answer his question before he heard a loud voice in the background, “Is that Peter? Tell him I miss him! Where is he? Peter, where are you?” MJ pulled the phone from her ear slightly “Hold on, I'm asking him.”

“Peter!” he heard your voice cut back in whining.

“Y/N!” MJ hissed at you so you would be silenced for a moment.

“Is she-“ Peter began to form the question, MJ beating him to the punch

“Drunk? Yes. Very.” She turned to make sure you were still next to her, you twisted from side to side playing with a stand of hair mumbling to the cover song that a band was blasting through the bar rattling both of your chests.

“Peter, some men kept buying me drinks and wouldn’t take no as an answer so I need you to come save me.” You shot into the phone, tired and annoyed you just wanted your boyfriend with you.

“She kept asking for you. I gave it an hour before I called, she’s pretty drunk.” She sighed into the phone a little disappointed she wouldn’t see the last performance.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes. Wait outside if it’s safe.” He instructed MJ before hanging up and standing on his feet.

He looked at his mentor and girlfriend's dad who was already staring at him. “Y/N got drunk at the bar and wants me to come get her.” He filled Tony in so he wouldn’t panic like Peter had.

“Like father, like daughter.” He chuckled before turning back around to get the update time on the suit and sighed at the estimated time.

“I'm going to get her and help her to bed then we can finish, okay Mr Stark?” Peter asked his boss.

“Get her home in one piece.” He waved him off.

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“How long is ten minutes?” You asked MJ.

You were sitting outside the small bar, vines pressing into your backs where they were growing up the wall, dust settling into your bare thighs.

“Ten minutes”. She quickly replied

“Oh. Okay.” You swept your hand over some dirt in the concrete. You were silent for less than ten seconds, “It hasn’t been ten minutes?” You scrunch your face.

“It’s been-“ She pauses to look at your phone, “Seven minutes.” You nod.

“You know one of the things I love about Peter is that he’s very punctual.” You gave MJ a knowing look, “when he actually shows up I mean.” She nodded knowing what you meant.

“He's still a really good boyfriend though.” You begin plucking weeds growing between the concrete cracks.

“I miss Peter, has it been ten minutes?” You went to look at MJ once more when you heard

“I missed you too, and it’s been nine minutes.” You gasped at the boy in front of you, surprised as if you weren't aware he’d be showing up.

You looked at MJ next to you and slapped her arm, “See! what did I tell you, punctual!”

You raised your hands palm up gripping at Peter so he could help pull you up. Once you were standing he pulled you into his side tightly placing you under an arm so you wouldn’t wobble when he offered his hand to MJ.

Before all three of you could walk away from the bar you looked at Peter “I missed you. Can I have a kiss now please?” you already had your mouth in his face, not really giving him a choice but he laughed anyway and gave you three quick kisses.

You pulled back looking at your boyfriend, a lust driven haze swallowed your eyes “Can we have sex when we get home?” You asked. Peter choked on his air and MJ busted out laughing, your eyes swept from MJ to Peter not understanding the joke until Peter said “not in front of our friends.”

Peter gave MJ the car to get home and walked you the shortest distance home, figuring the walk would help sober you up.

“And then I told him I was only a baby and he was still buying me drinks! I was okay with one or two but then he wouldn’t stop telling me to drink and I was wasting alcohol and then I got really scared.” You were explaining the night to Peter, talking with your hands, watching your face shift into a million emotions.

“Is that when MJ called me?” Peter continued to learn the story

You nodded frantically, “Yes. Thank you for saving me.” You smiled at him before interlocking your hands and swinging them.

“I love dating Peter, don't get me wrong but I like when I get to date Spider-Man too.”

“Can I piggyback?” You huffed in the middle of the street, annoyed with walking.

Peter knelt down in front of you and hooked his hand around your knees to help push you around his back, the perks to a super strength boyfriend- they can carry you for miles.

Resting a chin on his shoulder you had your arms wrapped around his neck one hand loosely pointing at objects and giving them a life story, “and that lamp post Petey, imagine the things it’s seen. Imagine how long it’s been there!”

Talking to him about the things you saw on the way home from “way up here!” and a small game of i-spy you kept losing because you kept forgetting what color Peter said he saw.

“Can we have sex?” You whispered in his ear, cautious to look around you to avoid the embarrassment he had the first time you asked.

“Let me get you home first and ready for bed.” He replied sternly before lifting you higher on his back.

“Okay!” You took that as a win, and settled back into his shoulder.

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“Are you hungry?” Were the first words Peter asked when you walked into the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I was just about to say I was starving.” Your eyes widened at him, “We are seriously made for eachother.” You clapped him on the chest before asking him for a bowl of cereal.

Two bowls of Coco Pops later, Peter had finally gotten you upstairs in your room and had helped you undress.

“What pajamas do you want?” He stood in your closet waiting for you to tell him what shirt.

“Yours!” You yipped back.

“Mine what?” He looked down at himself, he was wearing a normal outfit. Jeans, shirt, hoodie.

“Shirt.” You pointed at his shirt, and so did he. “The one I'm wearing?” His girlfriend nodded her head enthusiastically, taking her bra off as he shrugged his shoulders and gave her what she wanted.

“Wash your face, brush your teeth.” He instructed her next. He watched her stand in the mirror for a minute, “do you need any help?” she shook her head.

“I'm going to go update your dad, I’ll be right back okay?” He waited for an answer before leaving, zipping his hoodie over his bare skin.

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“Y/N‘s okay.” Peter knocked on the glass next to him so he wouldn’t sneak up on Tony.

“Good, is she in bed?” He was ready to finish for the night, they were set back a good thirty minutes to an hour now.

He shook his head, “She’s brushing her teeth and wants me to stay with her until she falls asleep. It won’t be long though.” He promises.

“Take care of her.” The elder Stark waved him off once more.

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“Okay I read this at least four times in the mirror,” you turned when you saw your boyfriend reappear behind you. “And I still don’t understand what it means.” You were referencing the shirt you were in. It had a science joke on it, or maybe math.

“It says find x, and the x is circled.”

“oooooh,” You dragged out. “I knew that.” You quickly added.

You stepped in front of him and gave him a hug, holding on, you looked up “teeth brushed, face washed, can we have sex now?”

Peter brushed some hair from your face, “are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Are you asking if I'm sober?” You kissed his palm.

“What's the last ten letters of the alphabet backwards?” Peter asked, holding your hand with one and scratching down your back with another.

“z,y,x,w,v,u,t,s,r,q” You replied

“Who won the 2016 presidential election?”

“Don’t make me say it.” You bit back.

Peter muffled a laugh, “How many fingers am I holding up?” He lifted his hand in a peace sign, you squint your eyes and concentrated, “Twelve.”

“Seems sober to me.” He told you.

“Sex time?” You looked up at him.

“Sex time.” He deadpanned.

“Fuck yes! You’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you.” You squealed and pressed a fast kiss to his mouth before you hopped into your bed, fixing the pillows.

Peter stood solid in the ground. He wasn’t sure if you were so sober now, his heart was suddenly red hot and he felt like he needed to lay down. Those words had never come from your mouth before and you shot them with such ease it almost unsettled him.

He loves you. He knows that for certain, he just didn’t know you did. And he’s not even sure you understand what you just said because his ears are ringing and you're humming on your bed kicking your feet.

“Y/N?” he cautions your name, before he goes forward with the kisses and coos he wants to be sure they’re on the same page

“Peter!” You call back.

“Are you gonna get me naked or am I gonna get me naked?” You asked him before he was able to say anything more to you.

Peter started to unzip his hoodie, he figured if she was playing dumb so would he.

Drunk words sober thoughts rant in the back of his head but he pushed that to the back of his mind. He could analyze this another day, as of right now his beautiful tipsy girlfriend was begging him for sex and he wasn’t going to let her down.

Walking his way towards you he bent down to kiss you before getting on top of you, not missing the loud squeal you produced when he ran his hands under the shirt you were wearing preparing to take it off.

He pulled back slightly looking down at your wide eyes sparkling in the moonlight creeping between the cracks in the blinds.

Your cheeks flushed and a cheek hurting smile adored your face, he’s never loved you more in this moment but instead of filling you in on his thoughts he whispered a “Shhh..” before placing his lips on yours delicately.

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Watching you sleep on Peter's chest has never felt like this before.

He’s always thought you were beautiful, and he always thought he loved you but having your weight on him, soft snores coming from your mouth while his hands ran down your naked back he felt different.

When you told him you loved him, intentional or not, something changed. He felt it immediately.

Peter had always been caring and would stop at nothing to keep you safe but after tonight the feeling deepened. It went from keeping you safe to a sense of protection, he felt like it was his personal duty to harm whatever came in your path.

He moved a piece of hair from your face as it dawned on him, he told himself “I would kill for her.” He felt his heart get loud in his chest and ears and felt his feet clam up, he hadn’t felt like this before.

It’s never been so black and white, he knew at that moment had everyone ever tried to hurt you he would do anything in his power possible to keep you safe and protected.

And suddenly he had to leave. He didn’t like that feeling. He's a good guy, he’s the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he keeps the city safe. So the idea of him being so okay with hurting anyone who ever tries to touch you scares him.

He was thinking like a villain; heros will protect the many at the cost of one but villains protect one at the cost of many, and he would destroy New York for you.

Gently removing himself from the bed he slowly gets dressed before heading back to the lab with your dad to finish the nightly task before the early morning.

Sliding back into the lab he threw himself down into the chair focused on his web shooters.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked the protege already sensing something was off, standing to his full height and turning to Peter directly.

Peter didn’t look up but responded, “She said she loves me”

Tony's eyebrows went up, “Did you say it back?”

“No. I don't even think she realized she said it.” He twisted the screwdriver in his hand.

“Is that why you're upset?” Tony asked back, arms crossed over his shoulders.

“No.” Peter shook his head, he didn’t want to have this conversation with his girlfriend's dad but seeing as he was also a superhero he was probably one of the only people that could truly understand it.

“She was laying on top of me just sleeping, and this feeling came over me and sent me into a panic. I always thought I would protect my friends and May the best I could but just seeing her tonight I realized that I would die for her.” He paused, “I would kill for her.” Peter finally looked up and locked eyes with his mentor and girlfriends father hoping he would understand

He nodded, letting him continue “I've never felt that way before. I feel responsible for keeping my city safe but I've never felt responsible for another person before.”

“And it’s fucking terrifying.” He let out in a breath, his chest already feeling lighter. “I really love her, Mr. Stark.” His eyes started to sting, whether it was from tears or exhaustion he wasn’t sure.

Tony nodded his head before coming closer and sitting across the bench from him.

“When Y/N was born, after I held her for the first time I told everyone I was going downstairs for coffee but I actually went into the garden and just cried because I had never had a feeling like that before in my life.” He spoke softly but sincerely.

“When Y/N told me how much she had liked you before she even told you I immediately felt a pressure coming off of me, because I knew no matter what she was always going to be safe and cared for with you.”

“It’s scary to feel so strongly about someone else but seeing it recipucated makes it all worth it, and super powers or not Y/N would die for you too. Not that you’d ever let her.” He laughed at the end, but meant every word. His daughter was one of the strongest people he knew.

Peter smiled at that.

“I know.”

Tony slapped his hand on the table, “Now how about you say we finish this up and get a few hours of sleep in before the trip tomorrow?”

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About an hour later you woke up, groggy with a pounding headache and an empty bed. Pulling yourself to the bathroom to pee, you put Peter's shirt back on and some slippers before making your way to the lab.

Walking in Peter's head looked up at you before clicking his tongue at you, “What are you doing up?” he joked.

“What are you not doing in bed with me?” You asked back before sitting down on his lap, your head falling into his neck.

He wrapped his arm around you holding his web shooter in one and screwdriver in the other still trying to piece them back together.

“How much longer?” You asked huffing at the fluorescent lighting.

“Maybe 10 minutes.” Peter replied softly knowing you're still on the brink of sleep.

“I have a really bad headache.” He could feel you frowning in his neck.

Pausing his hand movements he pulled you tighter “Do you want me to get you some medicine?”

You nodded but tightened your hold on him when he went to stand up, “you can finish first, I’ll just sleep here.” You snuggled deeper into him finally finding the perfect position that blocked all the lights out.

Peter went back to working and sure enough felt your body get heavier and a bit more loose as you actually dropped back to sleep.

Ten minutes ended up being almost twenty five but once he was done and Tony left the lab with a “Goodnight, be ready by 7:15,” He had started to run his hand down your back trying to slowly wake you back up.

“Let's go to bed, okay?” He whispered in your ear.

Still more than half asleep, you nodded but kept your eyes closed and pressed yourself to Peter so he would keep you balanced while he walked you to your room.

Stopping at the kitchen to get you a water bottle and some pills for your headache and then finally back to your room to cuddle for the night.

When you finally laid back into bed with him you shoved your face into his bare chest, your legs intertwined with his, you grabbed onto his hair with one hand too tired to scratch at it. He nudged you anyways and you started to run your fingers through his curls and he gave a contempt sigh, you shuffled your hips closer to his and pressed around his body tighter.

You broke the quiet moment with a whisper.

“You’re not allowed to leave.”

Peter laid his head on top of yours.

“You know what I hate about Spider-Man?”

No. He never talks bad about his alter ego, always going on about responsibilities and stopping bad things from happening, he has never complained or ragged on him. You shook your head into his chest, your hand still reached over your head, still dragging fingers through his own.

“I hate we’re two people in the same body. Sometimes when I take off the suit I wish I was actually taking it off. Like, I lost all responsibilities and I was just Peter Parker. A normal 18 year old, about to graduate having a dope ass intern gig and dating Tony Stark’s daughter and not sharing that with Spider-Man. I wish it was a switch I could turn on and off, and when I'm with you, I really hate having to leave to go be, him.”

He sighed and you tugged at his hair to show you were listening and waiting for more.

“Sometimes, it just feels,” Peter stopped when his voice cracked. You knew that was a warning sign from Peter, he was about to cry. He laughed to hide a sob, he stayed quiet. You stayed on his chest, you turned your mouth in to press three small kisses, “Feels like what?” You whispered against his skin.

He shook his head, if he stayed silent one more time you knew he was already crying but trying to hide it. “Petey?” Your head bounced from his chest when he let out a sob, his breathing getting loud, you sat up to face him watching him hold a hand over his mouth as another one was on his chest trying to ground his breaths. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, he choked out another sob on his hand, you tried to pull his head to your chest but he pushed you away.

"It just feels unfair."

You’ve only seen him this bad once before, it was after a mental breakdown, similar to this one. It was just a combination of everything happening at once.

He and you had a fight, May was mad about something, he was getting his ass beat nightly and couldn’t even catch the guy and couldn’t get Tony to help because he pissed off his girlfriend, and therefore Tony was pissed at Peter.

And he was trying to study for the upcoming SAT while trying not to think of you being mad at him and how he was going to fix that, while also thinking about that guy still kicking his ass and his suit tech failing after various beatings but he was banned from the tower until he made up with Y/N, per word of her father.

And, trying not to think about May being pissed about something still, and not remembering what it was but it was probably a big fuck up on his end and reached his breaking point while in this spiral May came through his door and asked him “Why haven’t you taken the trash out? Or brought the laundry down? Or wash the dishes? Or anything I asked you?” Her tone was bitter, she sure was pissed.

Then Peter turned his head to his desk, saw his phone resting on his PSAT workbook unlocked with your messages open but with nothing new. He snapped the pencil in his hand and sobbed. He cried so hard and suddenly May ran to him to grab him from dropping to the floor, “Peter?” He wouldn’t stop, he was babbling between not being able to breathe, his sobs were full of chokes and coughs.

“Sorry-” “Tired” “Y/N” “Fight” “Banned” “Stressed” “Sacred” Were bits and pieces of the words May heard from him, sorry was a favorite he was using on loop. “Peter, what can I do? You need to calm down.” She was rubbing at his chest like she did when he was a baby, it would always calm him down. Sometimes she would catch you doing the same thing, “Y/N” He nearly screamed it with his cry, “I can call her, I can call her,” May fumbled for her phone in her pocket.

You looked at your phone light up with May’s contact photo, your brows furrowed. She never calls you. Texts, sure. But Calls? No. You almost thought it was Peter but you didn’t block his number or anything so there was no reason.

“Hello?”

She heard cries and heaving breathing in the background

“Y/N, you need to come over right now.”

May was quick to the point. You heard a chorus of ‘Sorry’ in the background and coughing and sniffles.

“Is he okay?”

“No.”

Your heart hurts. You’ve never heard anything like this from him.

“I’m on my way. Can he hold the phone?”

You heard May ask the question, a shuffling sound played, the trading of hands.

You knew Peter was on the phone, the sobs ceased but he still couldn’t catch his breath, you heard sharp quick intakes every few seconds, no doubt tears still falling down his face.

“Peter? Petey, listen to me. I’m on my way to come see you, okay? I need you to catch your breath, can you do that? I’m coming, Peter. I promise.”

“M’ Sorry.” His voice was squeaky, he was forcing the words out.

“I’m not mad. I’m not mad I promise. I just miss you and want you to be okay. I’m on my way right now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

He pushed the phone back to May and she ended the call. His crying stopped, his breathing slowed. He was calm for a couple minutes. Then he remembered the fight, again. And about the SAT’s and how he’s still not done with that guy from three nights ago and started all over again.

You remember how broken he looked then, how stress piled on him and crushed him entirely. His plate was so overloaded it cracked the glass. You sat next to him on the floor and straddled his hips, you pressed yourself to him and repeated ‘I’m here’ over and over.

But tonight he was rejecting your help.

“It just feels so unfair”

He felt so shameful using these words. It was his secret, he always thought about it but there was nothing he could change about it so why complain?

“It is unfair, Pete.”

“It’s really unfair,” You added. “It really sucks you have to miss out on things in your life to do things in another life you didn’t ask for. It’s actually kind of shitty, I don’t know how you don’t complain more.” You were honest but you got a laugh from Peter and kept going, you were slowing his brain.

“Seriously, babe. Could you imagine if I had powers? Do you know how much I would drag on about it? ‘Oh my god, I had to, like, save a child today. Ugh,’ Or, i’d be like, ‘bro they asked me to hold a ferry together, ME!’” You smiled at Peter’s face brightening up. “I would never shut up about it. You’re braver than the marines for never talking shit on the web man.”

“Web man?” He gave a guttural laugh

“You’re a good person and you don’t deserve half the shit life throws at you.”

“What’s the other half of shit I do deserve?”

“Me.”

Peter sighed and laid on you this time. He kissed your temple, they didn’t need to say anything more. He was soaking up this moment, in just five hours he would be up and on a quinjet to a top secret location he would find out on the way, and be missing your warmth for three days. He would normally tell you he would never deserve you but he let you win tonight.

“Good night, baby.”

“Good night, Petey.”

Peter woke to Tony pushing on his shoulder, “Get up kid, let’s go.” He lifted his head from his girlfriend's shoulder and turned towards Tony and gave him a death glare.

He removed himself from the bed with a groan when Tony left the room. Peter watched your body lay unmoving and moved around the room silently collecting his things. He pulled on his suit and folded up his clothes on the floor and grabbed his phone and the small bag he would be taking with him on the trip.

He moved to your side of the bed, you were still squished in as if Peter’s weight was still resting on you, soft snores billowed from your mouth, hair combed around your face and he moved his hand across your forehead to clear it. When he moved his hand across your face you lent into it, a subconscious movement that had you leaning into his touch. He sighed and felt upset to be leaving, it would only be two nights away, he could deal with that.

“Hey baby?” He lent down to kiss across your face, trying to wake you to say goodbye always hurt him.

You whined and pressed your cheek further into the pillow. Peter kissed the cheek facing him a few times before he tried again.

“Baby, I’m leaving. Give me a kiss before I go.”

Your eyes opened for a moment seeing your boyfriend sitting over you, his red and blue suit contoured to his body. It was too early for him to be Spider-Man.

“It’s too early for Spidey.”

“I know. It’s a good thing he can sleep on the plane.”

You opened your eyes again, awake for now. You studied his face, he looked okay.

“I thought we said you were staying home.”

“Next time,” he smiled.

He would’ve added a ‘promise’ to it but he wouldn’t make a promise to something he knew he couldn’t keep.

You make a ‘psh’ sound, “Yeah, right.”

“Two minutes, Underoos.” Tony’s voice belted from the hallway.

“C’mon. One kiss, and I’ll be back before you miss me.”

You leaned up to kiss him. It was a soft kiss, a goodbye kiss, an I’ll miss you kiss, an be safe, I need you kiss.

He pulled away and turned to leave when you called from the bed,

“I love you, Peter. Be safe.”

His head never whipped around so quickly, his face with a smile you’ve never seen before.

“You remember!”

He wanted to tell you those words last night so badly but was terrified you said it in a moment of recklessness and wanted to make sure they counted when he said them.

He jumped full force onto the bed barely catching himself before he flattened you. He was pressing kisses all over your face while you were giggling trying to push him off, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” was thrown with each kiss to a new spot.

“Of course I remember! I love you and I want you to know it.”

“I love you too, and I want you to know it.”

Tony interrupted the moment,

“Now. Spider.”

He nodded at you, “Be careful when I’m gone Y/N. You need either one of us just call, we’ll be around. I’ll see you in three days, okay?”

“Okay. Bye dad. I love you, be safe.”

Tony looked to Peter for him to follow him out of the room.

“I love you Petey.”

“I love you too.”

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reveworld · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request a IdolNiki x Idolreader were shes a member of newjeans but stands out because she is more boyish, and one they they mc together and fans directly notice the connection they have and she gets a lot of hate but then Niki himself post on Weverse and protects her and kinda reveals that they are actually together? I think this would be hella funny, so yeah have a great day bye!

Of Course!!

My Dearest

idol!niki x idol!reader

warnings: You get hate for having a “masculine” look

“Y/n!” your manager called out. “Hm?” You questioned. “Would you like to be a guest mc on music bank?” You smiled and replied “sure! When?” Your manager looked you in the eye, “In 5 hours.” You jumped up, “Why didn’t you ask me earlier,” She gave you a sweet smile and said, “C’mon; Let’s get going.” You grabbed your bag and ran after her.

When you got to the KBS building you saw that your boyfriend was also there. “Y/n!” he called out. “Hey Niki,” you smiled at him. The two of you met up in the hallway and hugged each other, not minding the staff following you. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” The tall boy said, looking directly into your eye and smiling. Because of your conflicting schedules it had been a bit since you’ve seen him in person.

“Ok you two,” his manager spoke. “Cmon, you need to get ready.” The two of you looked back into each others eyes and laughed before walking into your own dressing rooms. “I had them prepare something that suits you for todays outfit!” your manager spoke proudly. “Thank you,” you laughed.

After you’d finished getting dressed you walked out from behind the curtain and over to the makeup chair. You picked up your phone, opening Weverse to talk to Bunnies.

You uploaded a selca with the caption “Soon ❤️”. You smiles as comments questioning what the caption meant start flooding in. After replying to some comments, you get a text from Niki saying, “Cute selca.” you reply with the blushing emoji. You can practically hear his laugh as he replies with a “haha”.

Next thing you know, Niki and yourself were practicing for the interview section. He kept messing you up by making faces and so you decided to mess with him in return, causing the director to give you a 5 minute break. The two of you go and sit against a wall. “I cannot stand you sometimes,” you tell him with a laugh. “Aw, I love you too!” he responds. “Wait,” he says pulling out his phone. “Let’s take a picture.” You look at him and nod as he snaps a few pictures of you looking at him without you knowing. The break was over and the director was calling you back for the final take, the real interview.

“Hello everyone! We are today’s Mubank guests..” the two of you say in sync. “Ni-ki,” “and Y/n!” The interview goes smoothly other than the many looks you give each other. Your manager watches mentally face palming herself for taking this opportunity. After it ended, it was time for you and the other New Jeans girls to preform “OMG”.

The performance went over well and would’ve been done in one take if not for Hanni’s shoe falling off. You picked up you phone to see a text from Niki saying “Just ignore them dear.” You raised you eyebrow in confusion and opened twitter.

“Y/nki” was trending. ‘Oh God..’ was all you could think. Clicking on the tab, there were hundreds of comments saying stuff like, “Ni-ki shouldn’t like her, he’s so much better.” and “She’s probably forcing himself on her, he would never like a fake girl.” You couldn’t help but feel hurt, ignoring what Niki had texted you.

He kept sending reassuring texts but you chose to ignore them. You tried not to cry as the girls we having fun in the car ride home. When you got home, there was a surprise waiting in your room. None other than Riki Nishimura himself. He smiled at you and walked over to hug you.

With the comfort of the hug and the hate you’ve been getting, you started to cry. He gently scratched your back and carried you over to your bed, laying you down and then laying down next to you. He just held you and never let go, after a while you felt yourself start to feel tired. After a minute of your eyelids feeling heavy, you fell asleep in his arms. He smiled to himself, whispered an I love you, and kissed your forehead.

The next morning you were in your bed alone. You sighed already missing your boyfriend, but knowing he has a busy schedule you forced yourself to cheer up a bit. You opened your phone to your friends texting you, telling you to open Enhypen’s Weverse. You were rightfully confused but did it anyways. You saw a post:

🌟 니키 : My dearest. With the picture he took of the two of you sitting by the wall, you staring at him with stars in your eyes and him smiling.

Of course fans went crazy, both Bunnies and Engenes. You smiled texted the boy a simple, “I love you.” and went on with your day.

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☆ authors note:: i’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, i tried my best 😭😭. Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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verslxt · 1 year

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Suna x y/n

Suna and y/n are at the store and as they are checking out they run into y/n’s abusive ex and then suna goes into a super protective state that it takes y/n awhile to fix him up after he beat the crap out of him. After the fixing of the wounds they spent the whole night cuddling and comforting each others wounds and feelings.

Idk what this is I was just typing and soo….

okayy i can do that, i might change some things up tho

pairing : suna x fem!y/n genre : fluff?? warnings : mentions of sh, mentions of abuse, suna 'marking' you as his tell me if i missed any songs : daddy issues, karma, i'm yours (sped up), you belong with me

story after the cut :)

you and suna walked into the party. you and suna heard about it from your brother aran so you decided to go. you were in a black top that you thrifted and then cut the front open and laced some shoe string though it with some black leggings and black thigh high boots. you and suna had matching sunglasses on (kinda like these) yours said 'sunas bitch' and his said 'y/ns bitch'. you look over and you see your ex

"baby thats my ex"

"which one. the one before me?"

"the one i told you about the one that stalked me for like 4 months after our break up. the one who gave me the big ass bruise on my ribs"

"oh that fucktard"

"yea"

suna grabs your hand and takes you into a backroom. the party was being held at atsumus house, so he knew this house like the back of his hand. he latched his mouth onto a open part of skin on your collar bone. your breath hitched a little bit. knowing that was right above your seat spot he continued sucking moving up a little bit. after he was done there was a bite mark and a pretty noticeable. you smiled at the new addition. you and suna walk back down stairs just as a new song starts

"i'm a puppet on a string" (brownie points if you can guess the song(hint: arctic monkeys))

you kissed suna and asked him to get you a wine cooler. you walked over to your brother who was hanging out with atsumu, sakusa and kita. you smiled at the four.

"sup fuckers"

"sup sunas bitch" atsumu said, obviously playing off what your sunglasses said

"pretty prominent hickey there" sakusa said pointing at it with a red solo cup in his hand

"oh yea thats just because yunhas here, y'all remember him right"

"i could never forget someone that i beat the shit out of" aran said wiping his nose

you and suna got through the party but as it started to wind down yunha approached you

"bye love you girly" you said blowing a kiss to kiyoko

"hey y/n"

"oh hey yunha"

'i bet you wanna cum on me' (brownie points if you can get this one too(hint: summer walker))

you looked away to see where suna was but he was no where to be seen

"i've been looking at you all night i'm guessing in sunha gave you those hickeys"

'he pronounced his name wrong' you thought to yourself. you mentally rolled your eyes and looked for suna one more time. thats when he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you to face him. thats when you swung. hitting him right next to his eye

thats when suna showed up again. he watched you punch yunha

you got down to his level the 'S' necklace hanging down

"thats what you fucking get you were the whole reason i started to cut" you hit him once more "fuck you bitch and that baby ain't yours. your new girlfriends a slut" you kicked him and hit him once more.

you and suna walked out of the party

"my knuckles hurt"

"well thats what happens when you hit someone as hard headded as him"

"can we go home, i just wanna watch movies"

"of course baby"

you got into passenger seat of the black jaguar and suna drove off. you hooked up your phone and decided to play some music

"ooh i just killed my ex not the best idea, killed his girlfriend next"

the song ended

"i love you, i love how you are never afraid to stand up for yourself. you are such a boss bitch. i'm happy i'm marrying you"

you smiled "i'm happy i'm marrying you too"

you two arrived home a few minutes later

"babe aran sent me a photo and your engagement ring left a pretty big mark"

you smiled. you unlocked the front door and walked inside. instantly being greeted by your golden doodle and pitbull.

"hey luna and yunnie" you pet both of them and walked over to the treats bowl and grabbed two bones "sit!"

you commanded "speak!"

yunnie your golden doodle barked first, gave her the bone. luna your pitbull barked next you also gave her the bone. the two dogs in their cages and suna getting the tv on you went upstairs and changed. into one of sunas shirts and some pajama pants. you threw your hair into a messy bun and took your makeup off. you took your contacts out and put your glasses on

you walked back downstairs and saw suna picked the movie the black phone.

"i know its your favorite movie and you've had a pretty rough day"

you smiled and kissed suna

#suna rintarō #suna x you #suna x reader #haikyuu suna #suna scenarios #suna drabble #suna rintaro x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro haikyuu #hq imagines #suna rintaro imagine

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Slowly (Karl jacobs)

Happy late thanksgiving if you celebrate it. So I lied about foolish being the next story, but I do promise a foolish gamers one will be out I just don't know when. This is last week story so another one is coming this week. Anyway I was feeling for a heartbreak type a feeling this week. So I came up with this. The song is called •Slowly by Olivia Dean• (the song was a hard choice for me to pick sorry). This story is less than 900 words. So until next week bye!!

Karl Jacob List Masterlist

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The first time Karl asked me out was the most important day of my life. Karl was mine and I was his. We would stay up, I would watch his stream, hear his first song come out, and saw the evolution of him from being a small creator to what his is today. But recently I felt like that spark we had has dimmed and is going out each day. Now that he is going to places for his platforms and meeting fans. He loved it and after those days he would call me to tell me about it. I would smile about every little things. Slowly we both didn't act like lovers like we did in the beginning.

Tonight Karl is coming home from Twitchcon and happened to be on date night. So that's how I will break it off. The minutes passed but it only felt like hours to me. The seconds were worse. Slowly the door open as gave me a hug with a smile. For i to just smile kissing his cheek. "You ready to go? I know it's late but maybe we can just walk around the park and act like kids again. Maybe give you lesson on the skateboard again?" All I did was nod. My feeling's shift. If I was sure to break-up with him. Maybe it would be different he would stay home more or I can tagged along. Something in me knew that wasn't going to happen. He is still gonna explore the world and new attractions around the world. While I stayed and waited for him to come home. He called my name snapping me out of a trance. He waited for me by the door, "You ready?"

We parked at a lot where there was a park alongside a skatepark. He held his skateboard while holding my hand. Since the ride I never spoke a word. My guess that karl was gonna question it once we started to walk. For now, I'm gonna make this moment last. So that what I did we played around the park. The laughter could be heard by the cars in the lot. With the smile of ours was enough to fill the warmth around us.

Next was to the skate park. Karl did some of his trick as I took in everything to the leaves that fall to the cement up to the moon marking it is was only 11 pm. Karl kept skating as my face fell to my shoes. I didn't know I was in a trance till I tear appeared from my eye to the cement. Blinking quickly, pulling my phone out of my pocket to notice my eyes red. Karl glanced at me to see my eyes covered. Running over I tried to hide my face but he saw the tears from my cheek. "What's wrong y/n?" No words were to escape my lips just cries when he asked that single question. All he did was hold me telling me it was gonna be okay. But it wasn't. "It's not gonna be okay Karl." I was frustrated but not at him. "Karl nothing gonna be okay. I love you Karl so much-," he interrupted putting his hands on my cheeks wiping of my tears. "I love you y/n," I just shake my head standing up. "Karl we aren't a couple.," that's what caught his attention, "We don't act like a couple. We don't show it to each other even to our friends. Karl we act like friends. Best friends at most." My eyes looked at Karl's taking his hand off my cheeks to stroke his. Facing down, "As much as it hurts me to say, we don't love each other like how we did in the beginning" I held his hand waiting for a response from him but he never spoke. All he did was holding my hand. I knew deep down he didn't want this to be his reality. He thought it was a joke and the cameras will come out. And I will say , you just got pranked baby! As the seconds turned to minutes, he knew that it wasn't a joke and it was his reality. "How long have you noticed it?" Was his first question. Taking in a breathe, "2 months ago. I didn't realize it till how we acted towards each other and when you left for a trips. I was so used to it. But I didn't wanna believe it till others started to point it out." My voice cracked as he said on the board of his. Slowly it dimmed on Karl that what I was saying is true. That it came to a habit. He didn't want to admit it. He loves me. I love him. But the spark isn't as bright as where we both started it as the beginning.

The lovers that went into that park walked out as a two broken hearts.

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #feral boys #mcyt fanfiction #dtqk #karljacobs #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #kj #Karl Jacob smut #dtqk x reader #kj x reader

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doyouknowbtsswag · 2 years

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Not A Goodbye |Levi Ackerman|

I haven’t written in a while hope you like it!

"Oh, Levi~" I called running up to the man who was watching the cadets practice hand-to-hand combat.

Levi and I started dating two years ago and it's been the best two years of my life. The world felt at peace like Titans didn't exist when I'm with him. Whenever we go out of the walls he made sure I was close by so he could protect me. I keep telling him I'll be fine but he always fires back using the example from two years ago.

"What are you doing here?" He asked taking his eyes off of the new soldiers.

"I finished my paperwork early so I figured I'd stop by" I smiled putting my arms behind my back. "Plus I was looking for Hange"

"You just missed her, she ran off to do experiments with Eren"

"Poor Eren, he never catches a break" I sighed

"What'd you need four eyes for anyways?" Levi crossed his arms raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing important really just wanted to see if she had some wrapping paper, I went to town and got you something"

"Oh really? What's that?" Levi asked

"That's a secret, you'll just have to wait till later" I winked and placed one finger on my lips.

"Well it just so happens I have something for you but you'll have to wait till later as well' Levi responded copying my movement.

"That is such a bluff"

"Guess you'll have to see" He shrugged grinning slightly.

"Well I'll let you get back to training, see you tonight," I said kissing his cheek and walking away.

I walked to Hange's lab and knocked on the door. It took a minute for her to open the door but I figured so. When she did her smile was wide as she dragged me inside, in the corner sat an exhausted Eren.

"Geez are you torturing the poor kid?" I teased sitting down.

"No, no I'm just doing some experiments," Hange said clasping her hands together.

"Eren is she torturing you?" I grinned continuing to tease the women.

"No no I don't mind," Eren said nervously.

"Anyways, what's up?" Hange asked sitting down as well.

"I was wondering if you had wrapping paper, I don't want to interrupt Erwin"

"Let me see if I have any," She said walking across the room to her desk. "What do you need it for anyways"

"I got Levi some tea when I went to town, so I wanted to surprise him," I said.

"Aha! Found some" She said handing the brown paper to me.

"Thanks, Hange, I can't wait to give it to him tonight"

"Ooo, where are you guys going?"

"To be honest I don't know, Levi just said it was a surprise" I responded.

"Aww, that's sweet"

"Yup, I wonder where we are going though it's kind of nerve-racking"

"I wouldn't worry too much," Hange said completely forgetting about Eren as we talked for a few more hours about upcoming missions.

"Wow look at the time, I should probably get ready' I said standing up and heading to the door. "Bye guys"

"Bye" Eren waved

"See you later" Hange grinned.

What is that supposed to mean? Oh well, it's Hange so it could mean anything. I walked to my room to get changed into something a little fancier. I pulled out the clothes I was gonna wear and put them on the bed. I then decided to sit on the floor and wrap up the tea box. When I finished I got up and walked into my bathroom, a perk of being a captain. I didn't feel the need to shower since I did this morning. I put my hair up in a high ponytail smiling at myself in the mirror. I went back out and carefully changed and grabbed the shoes I was going to wear along with the wrapped box.

"Coming!" I yelled quickly putting my shoes on and grabbing the wrapped box.

I opened the door and saw Levi in a black suit holding flowers.

"Ready to go?" He asked handing me the flowers.

"Yup!" I said and put the flowers in a vase on the desk. "Thanks for letting me get ready in our room"

"Well it is your room too so there isn't any need to thank me"

Levi held out his hand for me to take which I obviously took. We started walking down the hallway passing Hange's room where her lights were off. That's strange, usually, she's up all night. I played it off as her wanting to actually rest and looked at Levi.

"So where are we headed?" I asked as Levi lead me outside.

"It's nice outside, thought it would be a nice change of scenery," He said as we made it to a table with a lantern on it.

"The sky looks so pretty" I smiled looking up and pointing to the stars.

Levi pulled back a chair and I sat down after I was done star gazing. Levi sat across from me his fingers tapping the table. One of the new cadets walked over to the table with some tea and (F/F)

"Oh wow," I smiled and thanked the cadet who quickly walked away. "So you had some help from the newbies?"

"Well, there are some that I can't really trust to be tempted to eat it" He sighed. "It's the best cook in that regiment so hopefully it's good"

"I'm sure it will be"

We both started eating and had small talk. The food was good and I reassured him that it was. Levi let out a sigh of relief hearing that and now that cadet didn't have to run in circles tomorrow.

"So what did you get me?" Levi asked looking at the box I placed on the table.

"Oh right!" I smiled and handed him the box.

He unwrapped the box and saw his favorite tea bags placed neatly inside.

"I saw you were running out so I figured I'd surprise you with it"

"Thank you darling" He smiled, and his leg started to anxiously bounce a little.

'This is it, now or never' He thought as he reached in his pocket and stood up. I watched him get on one knee.

"Y/n, you make living in this world worth it. When I'm with you it's like I'm on cloud 9, honestly, I don't know what I would do without you. You are my miracle that I didn't think I needed until I met you. Even on my worse days, you put up with me. I love you so much, will you marry me?" He asked.

"Yes, of course," I said crying a little while smiling.

Levi got up and twirled me around gently and pulled away just to put the ring on my finger. I hugged him again as I heard cheering from far away. I looked over and saw the 104th cadet corps. along with Hange and Erwin. Hange being the most excited one jumping up and down.

"They really are something huh?" I smiled looking back at Levi who was also smiling.

"Yeah, they really are" Levi responded placing his forehead on mine.

I gently cupped his cheek and kissed him. It was not rough and needy, a sweet kiss that held a thousand words without having to say anything. I pulled away but kept our foreheads together.

"Thank you so much," I said tearing up again.

"Thank you too"

This was the first time anyone ever saw Levi smile so much. Erwin dragged everyone away so we could be alone again. I looked at the ring, it was so beautiful.

"So I was thinking we could get married after this next mission outside the walls," Levi said holding my hand as we both walked to our room.

"That sounds perfect" I smiled as entered the building again.

"Then we can retire and start a family"

"Wow Captain Levi retiring, what's the world gonna do without you" I teased.

"They'll have to someday, but there are new cadets that have potential"

"That's true," I said swinging our hands gently.

We made it to the room and Levi unlocked the door. He let go of my hand in the process, unfortunately.

"After you, Mrs. Ackerman" Levi bowed opening the door for me.

"Cut it out" I blushed smiling

I jumped on the bed exhausted from all the excitement. Levi looked over confused taking his clothes off to change into pajamas.

"You plan on sleeping in that?" He asked sitting on the bed.

"No, I just wanted to lay down for a second" I yawned closing my eyes.

Levi smiled softly as I slowly fell asleep. He chuckled and got back up to grab my pajamas.

"Geez making me do all the work," He said as he started to change me.

Once he was done he gently moved me a bit so he could lift the cover. He pulled the cover over my body and kissed my forehead before laying down himself.

"I love you" He whispered and turned out the light pulling me closer to him gently.

The next week we were told we were going on a mission outside the walls. Every day leading up to the mission I admired the ring on my finger and proudly showed it off to everyone. Hange basically squeezed my hand to get a better look. I was petting my horse waiting for my squad to show up and saw Levi riding his horse.

"Be careful out there alright?" He said to me jumping off his horse.

"I will, I can't miss my own wedding" I smiled and kissed him. He cupped my cheek kissing back until we got interrupted by the sound of horses.

"Sir we're ready to go," Eren said causing Levi to glare at him "Oh sorry"

"Well guess it's time" Levi sighed as he saw my squad group up. "I love you"

"I love you too," I said kissing his cheek and getting on my horse.

Levi did the same waving goodbye and saying his usual 'Don't die or I'll kick your ass'. I smiled and met up with my squad. I told them the game plan and we waited for the signal.

"Alright we got this guys," I said to encourage my squad

"Right!" They all said in unison as the flare went up.

"Remember the formation" I yelled out as we took off.

Everything was going according to plan. We rode through the destroyed town switching to ODM Gear when abnormal Titans came out from behind the house.

"Watch out!" I yelled out to my squad as it ran closer and closer with more coming behind it. "Shit"

I attacked one of the Titan's napes making it collapse to the ground. I landed on the roof of a nearby house. The others took out what we thought was all of them.

"Commander look out!"

I turned around and tried using my gear to get away but it caught half of my body in its mouth. I screamed in pain, this was it for me. I cried and looked at my ring one last time. The mouth opened up and I was picked up and taken inside a house. My eyes looked up and I saw a familiar black-haired male.

Levi gently laid me down and saw the blood coming from my abdomen.

"You'll be fine, you'll be fine" Levi panicked putting pressure on my stomach and tearing up.

"Levi..." I said shakily.

"You'll be okay I promise" He kept saying reassuring himself.

"You and I both know I'm not gonna make it"

Levi had tears coming down his face as he looked over at me I cupped his cheek with the most strength I could muster. Levi placed one of his forearms on one side of my head so it was easier for me to reach up.

"Please don't leave me," Levi said letting his tears fall.

"I'm sorry Levi..."

"You can't just come into someone's life and just leave. You Can't Leave me alone" He said choking on his words.

"This isn't a goodbye. I'll always be there, maybe not physically" I coughed up blood mid-sentence. "And don't think for a second it's your fault."

"I love you so much" Levi sobbed putting his forehead on mine

"I love you too" I smiled my eyes starting to close. "Live for me okay?"

Levi nodded propping himself up and gently running his fingers through my hair. His tears fell on my face as you lost consciousness. He started to gently hum a similar tune to a song you would sing to him when he couldn't sleep. Three hours later he was found holding your body close to him petting your hair gently still. He couldn't leave your body behind so he stayed hoping he would get killed by the hands of a Titan.

"Commander?" The cadet called out. "It's time to go"

Levi said nothing still sitting on the floor. The cadet nervously repeated making Levi look up. His face had no emotion. The cadet panicked as a Titan smashed through the ceiling. Another figure appeared taking down the titan.

"Levi come on we have to-" Hange stopped seeing your body in Levi's arms. "What happened?"

Hange ran over to Levi and kneeled in front of him. Levi didn't respond and more stomps could be heard shaking the ground. Hange looked outside.

"There are 4 abnormals," The cadet said looking outside.

"Levi we-we have to go"

"I'm not leaving her body here" Levi snapped time was running out.

"Levi I know it's hard but-"

"Don't give me that bullshit, you don't know and you don't understand"

"Okay fine I don't know but I'm not letting you die, Y/n wouldn't want you dead either"

"I don't care"

"Levi I'm sorry," Hange said knocking him out and pulling him away from your body.

She ran out of the house dragging Levi along with the help of the other cadet. The abnormals were coming closer and closer. Hange got on a horse and the cadet helped hoist him up with Hange.

"You sure you got them?"

"Yes mam" The cadet saluted

Hange started riding to the walls finally letting her own tears fall. She didn't want to leave your body behind but she had no choice. Her best friend is now dead on a failed mission. She didn't understand how she could have died but she had to accept it. She rode closer to the wall and the gate opened just enough to let her through. She jumped off the horse as others ran up to her. They all gasped looking at the unconscious Levi.

"Don't worry he's not dead, but...." She sniffled looking down "Y/n is he wouldn't leave so I had to knock him out"

Everyone fell silent as Hange helped Levi down gently. Jean ran over and helped Hange bring him to a bed used for the injured. When Levi gained woke up he said a word to no one. He was forced to eat and drink. After your death, he didn't smile, and happiness was now a foreign emotion. He sat at your grave on what was supposed to be the wedding day. He sighed looking up at the sky. He heard a familiar melody and he looked ahead. There you were in front of him.

"I told you to live, why are you always moping around"

"Y/n?.."

"After today I'm officially an Ackerman"

"Why are you here?.."

"I can't miss my own wedding silly"

"I miss you," Levi said crying once more.

"I miss you too," The H/c girl said cupping his cheek and gently kissing him.

After she pulled away smiling her body began to fade away.

"I love you" Her voice rang through his ears.

"I love you too," he said wiping away his tears.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi angst #levi aot #aot anime #aot fanfiction #aot x you

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jazztato · 2 years

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Hey so I've been reading your blog and I love it to bits and pieces and I was wondering if you could do a actor asra x reader headcanons and him having to do romance scene also thank you for the following I'm blessed but also why me lol have a good day mine not so great sorry this is to long bye

I'm glad you enjoy reading my blog! And of course here's your request! I hope it's to your liking QWQ This is also modernized but I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to request again if you like!

Lights, Camera, Action! (Actor Asra x Reader)

This will start off in (Y/N)'s P.O.V

Today is the day! Today is the day I'm going to finally audition for a part in my favorite play! I recently found out that they're holding auditions for the play I just adore so much! The thing is they're not just holding auditions for the play they're also turning it into a movie! But here's the thing: I'm a bit nervous and scared that I won't be able to get a part in it.. Especially since a lot of famous actors will be auditioning as well. On the outside I'm calm but on the inside I'm totally freaking out! Do I have what it takes to be an actress.. Or am I going to fail like most of the outcasts in this world.. I started to hyperventilate but as soon as someone saw me freaking out I immediately stopped but then started freaking out again when they started walking towards me, I tried to hide but it was too late they were already standing in front of me.

"You alright? You seem to be hyperventilating? If it's about the audition then no need to worry! I'm sure you'll do great!" The person that stood in front of me did their best to make me less nervous but when I realized who they were I almost had a heart attack. It was none other than the actress Portia Devoriak! Her and her brother are very well known when it comes to acting and the movies they star in, I can't believe i'm talking to the actress Portia! I-i should say something before things get awkward more than it already is, I took a deep breath before speaking.

"T-thank you.. I'm new to this whole thing.. I've always wanted to be an actress but always got too nervous when it came to it." I scratched the back of my neck as I looked at the floor staring at my worn down Nike shoes.

"I know exactly how you feel! When I first started out I was a wreck! I kept messing up my lines and I almost passed out on my first day." She let out a laugh.

My jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "You messed up?! No way! But you're an amazing actress! I've seen all your movies! It's hard to believe someone like you would struggle.."

She let out a hearty laugh. "I know it's hard to believe myself as well but it's true! My brother has been doing this longer than I have but even though he had his hard times sometimes he would just add those struggles into his scenes."

"No wonder why he gets hurt in basically every movie he's in." I let out a small laugh and before I know it I'm next for the audition.

"I know right! He for some reason loves the pain, but I see your next! I should head out myself, break a leg!" As she walked out I forgot all about how nervous I was and went on with the audition, I walked up and onto the stage.

"Miss (L/N) today you'll be doing your audition with the actor Asra Alnazar." The director handed me my script but when I heard the name Asra I nearly went pale. I'll be doing my audition with the most famous actor Asra Alnazar! This can't be real! This has to be a dream but as I saw Asra walk onto the stage I knew it was real but I still didn't want to believe but once he spoke getting my attention I knew right there and then that it was real.

"Hey, looks like you'll be auditioning with me! If you're nervous then it's totally understandable! I've done this countless times with other newcomers, just try to focus on me and treat me as a friend." He gave me a reassuring smile that could make any girl or boy swoon. I felt my cheeks turn a light pink. He's even hotter in person, I can't believe I'm auditioning with Asra Alnazar! It's a dream come true.

"T-thank you sir.." I couldn't help but blush even more.

"Please call me Asra, now shall we get started?" He gave me a wide smile as I looked at my script.

"Of course si- I mean Asra." I gave him a small awkward smile.

"Excellent!" He took a few steps back before speaking once again. "Why don't you start off first?

I nodded before taking a deep breath. I basically memorized this script because I've prepared for this moment ever since I heard they were holding auditions. "My love, why do you keep things from me.. I thought you loved me! But when I found out about your illness I just had to know if it was true! Please tell me it isn't true love!"

He looked at me in shock and saw that I was really good. He then cleared his throat. "I'm sorry my dear.. But it is true.. I was diagnosed with cancer.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." He looked away with a sad expression. "I didn't wish to worry you.. I wanted you to be happy and live your life with joy.."

I started tearing up fake tears which looked real. "I'm only happy when I live my life with you! But knowing that your days have shortened it breaks my heart.. Our lives have been planned out ever since our marriage.. I can't live my life without you! What am I going to do..." I started to let out small cries which looked real but were only an act.

He put his hand on my cheek using his thumb to wipe my tears away. "Don't cry my love.. Everything will be alright.. I promise you, we will live our lives as Husband and Wife, no illness will take me away from you.." He then started to lean in as did I but was interrupted by the director causing us both to quickly back up with a bright red blush on my cheeks.

"That was fantastic! It felt so real! It was perfect! You're perfect! You got the role!" He started clapping at the performance.

My eyes grew wide at what he had just said. "I-i got the role? Are you sure? I'm sure there's people out there that's better than me?"

He shook his head. "Everyone else either only auditioned to be near Asra or were amateurs who didn't even show any heart into it! But you my dear, you were perfect! The heart you put into your character was magnificent! Everything felt so real."

I gave him a wide smile before blushing once again. "Thank you sir! I'm grateful!"

"Great! I'll see you here next week for rehearsals." He took the script I was holding before tossing it onto his chair.

"You were amazing, even I was shocked." Asra gave me a pat on my back.

"Thank you Asra, it was an honor to meet you!" I then started blushing at the contact he gave me which reminded me of the end scene when he put his hand on my cheek and the fact he almost kissed me, my cheeks turned a brighter red at the memory, Asra Alnazar almost kissed me.. Maybe it was just to make it look more real.. Or maybe he got lost in the moment as I did, I shook my head returning back to reality.

Asra tilted his head a bit concerned. "You alright?"

My cheeks are 50 shades brighter. "Y-yeah! I'm fine! I should get going, I'll see you next week!" I hopped off the stage before walking out to where my car was parked. Today was one to remember..

Asra's P.O.V

I watched as (Y/N) excited the building. She was really something, I was really impressed with her acting skills. It's almost like she's done this before, it felt so real, I got so caught up in the moment that I almost kissed her. My cheeks started to turn a bright red, did I want to kiss her? Or was it my acting instinct kicking in? I was drawn to her I wonder what would have happened if I did kiss her? Would she push me away or would she have kissed me back? Ugh everything is so confusing! I just met her today to what would the director say if I kissed her? Would I have lost my job or would he be ok with it and put some drama in it.. Next week is the when she'll be back maybe i'll ask her if she knew I was going to or if she didn't see it that way but the way she spoke with me she was different then the others, she knew who I was but she didn't fan girl like any others did plush she wasn't a snobby movie actress like the other actresses I've met so that's good but i'm looking forward to working with her again it'll be a great start to get to know one another. I looked at the exit once more, smiling softly before heading home myself. Today was definitely one to remember, I'm looking forward to working with (Y/N) and lets just hope she's just as excited as I.

#asra alzanar #arcana asra #asra x mc #asra x reader #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana asra #the arcana stories #the arcana oneshots

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bubblegump-1-nk · 2 years

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Jealous Prick

Ok, so this is my first story but I hope y'all like it. I don't know if it's any good but...

Summary: You're a famous actress who has been cast as Priscilla Presley in the new Elvis movie. You and your co-star Austin have been getting very close and your boyfriend Timothee is a bit jealous - ANGST

"Ok, that's a wrap for tonight. Sorry for keeping you all here so late but we made a lot of progress! Go get some rest tonight." Baz says, finally wrapping up on the days filming.

I look down at my watch, 2:23 AM, it reads. I get up from the chair located behind the camera I've been sitting in for about an hour and I start to walk over to Austin. He's chatting with Baz about his scenes for tomorrow so I stand awkwardly to the side. His eyes flick over to me and without breaking conversation with the director he holds out his left arm. I quickly bring myself next to him and he curls his arm toward himself, bringing me towards his chest and holding me in a side hug.

"So tomorrow we're probably going to film Suspicious Minds and the hospital scenes, so just come prepared for that. But you two should go get some rest it's really late." Baz says, finishing the conversation with Austin.

"Ok, thank you Baz. See you tomorrow." Austin says, then finally looking down at me.

I give Baz a sleepy smile and a small goodnight as he walks away.

"What are you doing here so late? Your scenes ended an hour ago." Austin asks me, finally releasing us from our hug.

"I wanted to wait for you to finish. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye or anything." I say to my best friend

Austin flashes a big smile. "Well how about we go grab a quick dinner? My treat."

"Yes please, I'm starving." I say, as we start walking over to the parking spots.

We talk about the day of filming until we reach Austin's car. He opens the passenger door for me and waits for me to get in. I can't help but think how sweet it is that he noticed I took an Uber to set today.

"So where to? Your choice mama." He says, entering the drivers seat.

Oh god I love it when he calls me that, "Hm I don't know. I think I'm carving burgers."

"Perfect, I was craving burgers too." He says, making me giggle.

He starts driving with the radio high, the streets empty, and we talk about everything and nothing up until he pulls into a deserted parking lot to a tiny diner.

"Trust me, these are the best burgers you'll ever eat." He says, getting out of the car to open my door for me.

"Thanks Aus, my mouth is watering just thinking about it." I say laughing, which makes Austin chuckle.

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"Thanks AB, I had fun." I say, calling him by the nickname I gave him early on in our friendship.

"Of course (y/n/n), I love going out with you." He says, stopping the car in front of my apartment building.

"See you tomorrow!" I say, getting out of the car.

"Bye (Y/N). See you tomorrow." He says, waiting for me to get inside safely before driving off.

I get in the elevator, still smiling from the fun night, and press Floor 35 to take me to me and Timothee's shared penthouse apartment. Shit, I think, I should have texted Tim. Whatever, he was probably asleep anyway. The elevator dings, pulling me out of my thoughts, as I walk over to the door. I look through my purse until I find my keys and start to open the door. I step inside and take off my shoes and place my purse down on the bench next to our door. I start to walk over to the kitchen for a glass of water when I nearly jump 30 feet into the air when I see Timothee sitting on the living room couch watching The Office.

"Tim, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up so late?" I ask, walking over to him.

Theres a few seconds of silence until he responds. "What are you doing back so late?" His tone is sassy.

I stop at the end of the couch, not knowing what to say. "Well, uh, filming ended late today and then I went to go grab some dinner." I explain.

"Well you could have texted me? I called you 3 times." He says, his voice still holds the same sass.

"Oh, I'm sorry Timmy, I didn't see them." I say, fully sincere.

"Right, cause you were with him." He says, quietly but still loud enough for me to hear.

I'm taken aback, "What?" I say in confusion.

"Oh don't even act stupid. I know you were with Austin." He says, saying Austin in a disgusted tone.

"I know I was with Austin. But how is that a problem?" I say, not understanding the situation.

"You're always with him (Y/N)!" He says standing up abruptly. "Its always about him! Austin this, Austin that, Austin everything you can't even send me a fucking text telling me where you are!"H is voice rises to an almost yell.

I'm completely shocked at the situation. "Are you kidding me right now Timothee? What are you going on about?"

"Don't start with that. All you do is be with him, I barley see you anymore."

"Tim, that's because of filming, not because of him. You know that." I say, walking over to him.

He takes a step away from me. "I don't know what I know anymore (Y/N). The way you look at each other. And I've seen you filming, the way you kiss each other.."

"Oh my lord Timothee you are not starting with that. You of all people should know what fucking acting is! It's for a fucking movie! Why are you being so jealous right now? I've never said anything about any of your girl friends, so why is Austin a problem." I say, practically yelling at him.

"Because this is different (Y/N)! I see it in your eyes! He looks at you like your his, but you're not!" He yells back.

"Oh right, that's my bad. I forgot I'm your goddamn property!"

"No, (Y/N), it's not like that! The nicknames you have for each other, how touchy you are with each other, it's not fucking normal!"

"He's my friend! Friend, Timothee! What is wrong with you?"

"You don't understand (Y/N)! At least my girl friends and I understand normal fucking boundaries!" He yells.

I stay silent for a few seconds, taking in the situation.

"You know what? I'm done with this conversation, we can finish it when you grow the fuck up." I leave the living room, leaving Timothee standing there.

I go into Tim and I's shared bedroom and grab a pair of pajamas and I start to walk over to one of the guest rooms we have.

"Wait, (Y/N), please. Please, I'm sorry." He says, stopping me on my way to the room.

"Please move Timothee. I can't do this right now."

He stands there, visibly hurt, but quickly moves out of the way.

I walk into the room, close the door, and immediately break down crying. I stay there, on the ground, for what feels like centuries until I force myself to change and get into the bed. I lay there, crying, thinking about the argument. I hug my pillow closer and fall asleep to the sound of my own sobs. I hear the turning of a door knob and a quiet shuffling into the room. Suddenly I feel a warm body and a fluffy head of curls wrap me into a hug.

"I'm so, so sorry (Y/N). I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry." Timmy says, his voice sore from crying.

I pull myself closer to him, hugging him tighter. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby. This is my fault, I am so sorry." I say kissing the top of his head.

"It's not your fault angel. I'm sorry for being a jealous prick." He says burying his head further into my chest.

"You're not a jealous prick Tim," I say with a light giggle. "I love you. And I love Austin, just in a different way ok? Remember that."

"I will baby, I will." He says, kissing me sweetly.

And that's how we fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms, with nothing but each other on our minds.

#timotheechalamet #austinbutler #timotheechalametangst #timotheefanfic #elvismovie #actress!fanfic #austinbutlerfanfic

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savebatsfromscratch · 2 years

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A few more moments to fully feel (alright)

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42477408

Summary: Gameknight is getting bullied, luckily his friend is there to help him.

Note: Shawny is my favorite Gameknight character, and I haven't really written him all that much before this. (Ignore the fact that I literally posted a Shawney centric fic yesterday, I’m excluding that one. It wasn’t very good lol.)

Cws and Tws: Bullying, crying

Words: 847

Prompt: HANGING BY A THREAT | Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

Fic (under cut):

Gameknight came home crying, he often did in times like these. For a while it had been better, after the former ring leader of the bullies had moved away to a new school, but someone had (for some reason) decided to start the game back up again, and now kids like him were back on the chopping block. He rubbed his arm, where it was aching from the spot that it had scratched on the locker door. He was wearing his trusty old windbreaker, so it hadn’t been the worst injury that could have happened, but it still hurt.

He grimaced as he kicked off his shoes, stepping on the toes of one in order to pull his foot out and then shoving the other one away with his newly freed foot. They clattered unorganized onto the shoe holding mat, the dirt that had apparently been dried on their soles chipping and giving the ground a new dusty coating. He needed to hide his tears, he didn’t want his dad trying to take action against the school again. (That never went very well.)

His mom was in the kitchen, cleaning some dishes, but she was wearing headphones and hadn’t noticed him walk through the door. ‘Good,’ he thought, wiping his face hurriedly (in case she looked over and saw him crying), ‘I can sneak past her.’

His socks slid on the ground, catching slightly on the cracked edge of a tile that someone had dropped something on. He was thankful that it hadn’t hurt too bad, because he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t have just started crying again. Bullying sucked. Why did it have to happen to him? He hadn’t ever done anything wrong to these guys!

He skirted past the dinner table, pausing for just a moment to plop his backpack down on one of the chairs before making a beeline for the basement. But at the last moment, right as he was about to swing open the door, his mother turned around.

“Hi honey!” She called, sliding her headphones down her neck and off her ears, “How was school today?”

Gameknight froze. He didn’t want to get into a conversation that would make him cry, and he certainly didn’t want one of those conversations that made the bullying worse. (The ones where they told the school and the school didn’t do anything but tell the bullies that you had told your parents.)

“Uh, it was fine,” he said, putting all his focus into making his face look ‘normal’, “No worse or better than usual.” He put his hand back on the doorknob and began to turn it.

His mom smiled warmly at him, clearly happy with that answer, but then her eyes brightened as she remembered something. “Hey Tom?” she asked, once again interrupting his trek downstairs.

“Yeah?” He said, not turning to face her at the fear of his face betraying his true emotions.

“Shawny came over,” she said, turning back to her movie and dish washing, “I don’t know how he got here faster than you, but he’s downstairs.”

Immediately Gameknight felt his face light up, as much of the fear of the day began to melt away from him. “Well, he’s a fast walker,” he said, opening the door and starting down the stairs, “Thanks mom!”

Hearing her, “Bye sweetie!” becoming muffled as he closed the door behind him, Gameknight thundered down the stairs to where he knew his friend was going to be. He felt his worries and the pain in his arm melt away as he ran toward him. For some reason, whenever he thought of his friend, he felt a warmth in his heart. He was nice, he was smart, and he was pretty. (All of which were clearly very normal things to find important in a friend. (Who was definitely no more than that.))

“Shawn-” he started, feeling his muffled emotions choking his words as he met his eyes.

“Tommy,” Shawney answered, standing up from where he sat. (The black and red gaming chair spun slightly as his leg pushed it.) With just a moment of eye contact, the two of them immediately knew what was going on.

Without words, Shawney brought him into a hug, his arms tight around his back. It was slightly awkward, due to Shawney being a bit taller than him, but Gameknight felt the tears coming nonetheless. They two of them had always understood each other, whether it be in the shadow of a school bully or a general of an undead army, they always had each other’s backs.

Gameknight buried his face in Shawney’s shoulder, his own body shaking with sobs as all of his emotions came flooding back at full force. But Shawney didn’t mind. He only hummed calmingly, petting Gameknight’s hair ever so softly with a free hand. “You feeling alright?” he murmured. There was nothing pressing about the question, and Gameknight felt the need to answer that, yes, in his arms, Gameknight felt safe. (But he was going to need a few more moments to feel fully alright.)

End of fic notes: I just promised my sister I'd write Warrior Sheep ship fic what am I doing with my life.

#whumptober2022 #Prompt: HANGING BY A THREAT | Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker #crying #bullying #injury #tw: injury #fanfiction #my art #my writing #actual post #gameknight999 #shawneyknight #shawney

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oomisluvr · 3 years

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interruptions, a post-game drabble

synopsis: sakusa's daughter hijacks the post-game interview, but nobody seems to mind. gosh, she's such a daddy's girl. no warnings, it's all fluff! featuring: dad!sakusa

"what are your thoughts regarding the upcoming season for the jackals? as one of the newest members of the team, how will you make yourself stand out amongst the other teammates?"

"the best thing about volleyball is that it's a team sport. there's six of us on the court, so it's not important that i stand out, but rather that i fit in. the jackals have great teambuildin-"

sakusa falters, stopping in the middle of his sentence. an uncharacteristic grin breaks out across his features, eyes frantically searching through the mass of people at the game.

interview long forgotten, a small voice breaks out again through the crowd. taking a few steps back from the camera crew, he squats down, arms spread wide.

little feet rush his way, the quick pitter-patter on the shiny gym floor makes his heart soar, "papa! papa, it's me! i'm here!"

a child comes into view, looking an awful lot like the outside hitter. her small body leaps into his own, hair and limbs flying everywhere.

"my baby!" kiyoomi coos, sweeping her into his strong arms, lifting her high above his head, her stubby legs kicking wildly. she squeals at the new height, sakusa finally bends his arms to plant a big kiss on her forehead.

tiny arms wrap around his neck, and sakusa positions his own arms under her legs to support her weight.

all attention is on them now, but neither of them seem to notice. they're caught in their own world. happy to be in her father's arms, she thrusts her chunky wrist into his face.

"look! they gave me a special bracelet! momma got one like me."

"mhmm, and what color is that?"

"it's, uhm," her eyebrows furrow, lips forming an adorable pout. suddenly, her eyes light up, "green!" she yells. pride explodes through sakusa's chest; his baby girl is so smart.

"and what about this?" he points to his jersey expectantly.

"black!"

"and this?" kiyoomi points to the lettering on the jersey.

"white!"

"good job, angel," he dips his head into the crevice of her neck, blowing raspberries on the soft skin, the hair of his head tickling her. she screams in laughter, stocky hands pushing his head away. he relents, the upturn of his lips never once wavers, "where's momma?"

he can almost see the cogs in her brain turning, "i..." she whips her head around, searching in all directions, "... i don't know."

"you lost momma?" kiyoomi feigns shock.

"sorry, papa. i thought she was behind me..." sheepishly, she hides her face in his neck, feeling shy.

"there you are!" another voice calls out. snapping the two out of their bubble, you march towards them, "i should've known you'd run over here. my troublemakers."

"my other baby," kiyoomi calls, becking you towards him and kissing your cheek, "did you catch the whole play?"

"almost all of it. we came a bit late because someone-" you pinch your daughter's cheek, she bats your hand away, giggling, "-had a hard time waking up this morning."

"i was tired!" even though there was no venom in your words, she defends herself. kiyoomi nods his head in understanding.

"she was tired." he agrees, a knowing smirk playing on your daughter's lips. such a daddy's girl.

"alright sleeping beauty," you playfully roll your eyes, "remember you're spending the day with papa, so behave yourself."

suddenly taking notice of the hello kitty backpack hung around your shoulders, sakusa slides it off you, swinging it on his open shoulder. noticing the worry in your eyes, sakusa places a hand on your arm.

"it'll be fine, y/n," his gentle tone soothes you, "we're going to have fun. right, baby?"

"yeah! fun!" she pumps her dumpling arms into the air.

"see? everything will be alright." he plants a kiss on your forehead, "go have fun with your girls."

"okay," you kiss your daughter goodbye, "but don't forget her inhaler!" you start walking away now, slow steps because you know you'll miss them.

"it's in the bag already."

"and her snacks are in the front pocket!"

"i know."

"gosh, her allergies! no peanuts!"

"she's my kid, too, you know. i remember her allergies."

"and absolutely no sweets before dinner!"

"...no promises."

"kiyoomi!"

"okay, okay, no sweets before dinner. i got it."

"fine. i love you both soo much," you send air kisses, your daughter eagerly receiving them.

"bye, momma!"

"bye, y/n!"

"i miss you already!" you call.

finally turning and leaving the gym, the top of your head disappears out of view.

"papa?"

"yes, baby?"

"i want ice cream."

"but momma said no sweets before dinner." he pokes her nose in reprimand.

"it is after dinner," it takes her entire hand to wrap around his finger, sakusa raises an eyebrow, "...yesterday's dinner," she finishes. he considers it for a moment, before nodding his head.

his baby girl is so smart.

he knows he shouldn't. he knows you told him not to, but now is the time to spoil her. eventually the day will come where she can buy her own ice cream and make her own dinner. the day will come that she'll brush her own hair and tie her own shoes. eventually the day will come that she won't need him anymore. he has to indulge her now that the moment is here, now that good memories are waiting to be made. how could he ever say no? looking into the eyes that resemble his own, he caves.

"i think you're 100% correct," he smooths her hair, "alright, let's go get ice cream." putting her down, still holding her hand, the duo stalk towards the entrance doors, debating on the flavors they'll chose.

the picture of kiyoomi slightly bent down, gently grasping the fragile hand of his daughter stays in the tabloids for weeks; everyone adores the sakusa family.

#sakusa #kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa fic #sakusa x reader #msby #msby sakusa #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic

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miekasa · 3 years

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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boyfriend material | kth

⤑ series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! // nd some smut!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, biting, spitting, fingering (f. receiving), squirting, hair pulling if you like squint.

⤑ A/N: hiiii! this is wicked late nd i’m lowkey annoyed bc i did not plan for it to be - buuut i really hope you like it . as usual let me know what you think !! x

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 17:40

“This is for you,” Tae's grinning on the other side of the door, an assortment of flowers in the shape of a teddy bear held out in front of him. You're cooing, eyes focused on the gift. “It's cute!” The pure gleeful tone of your voice has a chuckle passing his lips.

Taking the bear from his grasp, you lead him inside your house. Jimin is sat in front of a muted TV, doing a terrible job at pretending he wasn't listening to everything the two of you were saying. Luckily, Jungkook had stepped out to pick up their dinner – no telling how much more obvious he'd be.

Setting the bear down on the counter, you're finally taking in Taehyung entirely. Handsome. Not like that was much different from how he normally looked. But handsome with effort tonight. He even went so far as to put some product in his hair, defining the permed curls that usually laid messily.

“You put on a suit!” Hands curling around the lapels of his pale mint jacket as your fingers smooth over the fabric. Standing this close to him, you can clearly see the blush that darkens his cheeks. A bit surprised at the new effect you have on him, but you don't let it show.

Fingers steadily bouncing up his chest until your able to tap your index finger onto the tip of his nose. “You look adorable. Let me go get my bag,” With you no longer clouding his senses with your sweet lavender scent. Positive it's the body wash lotion set he bought you for your birthday last year.

Yet, he doesn't remember it smelling this intoxicating in the store.

He had been so flustered before that he neglected to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. Nearly lost his balance when you were opening up the door, standing a few inches above your normal height. Makeup done nicely, he's spent enough time on FaceTime watching you practice to guess how hard you worked on this look. And it paid off.

“Are you nervous?” Jimin's carries from the living room, proper up on his knees to look over the back of the couch.

Taehyung lets out a tsk, hands sinking into the pockets of his dress pants. Leaning back slightly, feigning nonchalance. What did he have to be nervous about? The facade only lasts two seconds before his shoulders are slumping and his brows are furrowing. “Is it obvious?”

Jimin's barking out a laugh, head tilting back as the sound of his laughter fills the room. “Oh, unbelievably. You can relax, though. She's excited,” That was the truth. Despite the fact this date wouldn't be something you'd chose for yourself, you were still excited to be going out with Taehyung.

And the fact that he had put so much effort into at least trying to impress you was reason enough for you not to complain. He was trying! Exactly what you asked him to do. It was going to be a learning process for both of you, but it would be fine. Determined to have a good time with him, no matter what.

“Okay. I'm ready to go!” Stretching out the last syllable of your words, hopping from the second step to the landing. Taehyung is straightening at the sight of you, plucking up your jacket from the back of the couch and draping it over your shoulders.

You thank him with a smile, stepping in front of him. “Bye, Jimin! Tell Jungkook to stay out of my room!” Blow a dozen kisses over your shoulder at him while Taehyung leads you out the door with a gentle hand on your back.

He's parked in front of your house, moving quickly to pull the passenger's side door open for you. Just from a quick glance, you can tell that he's cleaned up his car a bit. The small pile of empty water bottles gone from the backseat, his scattered gym clothes tucked neatly in his duffle bag. He even went as far as to vacuum the seats!

Dark eyes trained on you as he leans against the side of the door, his lower lip tucked into his mouth, tongue running over it. “You look gorgeous, Tiny.” He says with a slight nod of his head, eyes traveling from your face to your shoes. “Breathtaking, actually. It's insane,”

The giggle you let out is real and one hundred percent involuntary. A weird warmth spreading throughout your body at his compliments and the way he's looking at you. He just might drive you mental before you're even your driveway. He takes your flushed expression as your thanks, pushing your door closed with a large grin.

“Play something you like,” He's handing his phone over to you just after securing his seatbelt around his waist. Quickly tapping his code onto the screen and watching while his apps fall into place. The playlist that he with all your favorite songs is still saved among the rest of the lists.

So of course you're hitting shuffle on that.

He's whooping at the starting notes of the first song that plays, both of you passing lines of the song to each other as he turns on to the highway. He breaks into a fit of laughter as you breeze through the chorus, letting the whole highway know exactly what WAP stands for.

Laughter and screeched lyrics fill the car, you find his look of accomplishment each time he's finishing a verse oddly attractive. He's skidding to a stop fourteen minutes later and you're taking a moment to glance around outside. A look of confusion taking over your features.

“This isn't the restaurant?” With squinted eyes you're taking a better look at the building, turning to look over at him. “This isn't even a restaurant,” An abandoned building from the looks of it, a few stories tall. He doesn't seem as confused as you are, no, he's actually getting out of the car, pulling your door open.

You take his hand as he offers it, allowing him to pull you from your seat. The largest of grins on his face as he sets his hand on the small of your back. “You know I can kick your ass, right?” A little reminder as he leads you into the dark building. He's laughing, hand gliding from your back to your hand, loosely holding on to your fingers.

“Relax. Just trust me,” And because you'd follow Taehyung... well, into a creepy abandoned building, you let him lead you all the way to the old-fashioned elevator. He's pushing a few buttons and pulling a lever before the thing is rattling to life.

Shaking as it goes up and you lean against the railing to keep from tumbling over. His hand is reaching out to steady you, secured around your waist as he pulls you into his side. “Where did you even find this place?” It's way too comfortable in his arms, you don't move even when the shaking stops.

“It used to be a hotel... or a brothel or something,” He says with a shrug.

The elevator carries you all the way up to the highest floor and he steps out in front of you. “Wait, we're eating at a brothel?” Despite the begging questions begging in your mind, there's a laugh mixed in your words as he takes hold of your hand again.

“Something like that,” And that's all he says as he leads you down a narrow hallway, to the door at the end of it. He's pulling it open to reveal a set of stairs, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him.

He's all smiley and giddy, rushing you to get to the top of the stairs. And when you are, you sure the grin he's looking at you with could split his face. His hand on the doorknob as he bounces on the soles of his feet. “Are you ready?” Not even sure for what, but you're nodding.

No idea it was possible, but his smile grows as he pushes the door open. He's cute. Full cheeks lifted, both rows of teeth showing, his lips forming that boxy smile on his that you liked so much. With a sideways step, he's revealing what has had him bouncing since you pulled up to this place.

The first thing you notice is the lights. Dozen little fairy lights strung along the ledge of the building. There are candles too, lit and scattered around the floor and the edge. Flower petals scattered around, adding pops of color to the warm glow. A neatly set table in the middle of it all, besides it a cart holding a bucket of ice. You don't even have to look to know he's got your favorite drink cooling in there.

“You did this?” Right in front of your eyes, but you still can't believe it.

He's pulling you further on to the rooftop, stunned that you almost forget to move. Never has someone ever done anything like this for you. It was so simple and so nice. Private in a way you thought a dinner date should be, you couldn't believe it. “Did you really think I'd take you to some stuffy restaurant?”

You're sinking into the seat he pulls out for you, peaking down at the menu that's placed on top of your empty plate. “Tae's Five Star Restaurant,” You read the bold print out loud, gawking at the fact that he even printed out his own menu. Albeit, there was only one item to choose from, but still, this was amazing.

“I promised you five-star dining and I don't lie to you,” He's flicking the page open to point at the one item listed: 'Yn's Specialty Sampler'. “Entrées are small here too, but that's only because it's all your favorite foods,” He looks so proud of himself.

And you're in complete utter shock. “You made all of my favorite foods!?” Honestly, any more of this and you might burst into tears. When did do all this? How and why? What made him want to do this... for you?

The large plate he sets in front of you is exactly as he described it, a small taste of all the foods that you've ever told him were your favorite. From noodles to nuggets. He has his own personalized dish ready for himself, it's almost identical to yours considering you share a lot of the same favorites.

“I know you hate surprises, so I told Jungkook. I'm surprised he didn't spoil it,” You're thinking back to how adamant he was to keep you from saying anything to Taehyung about this. How he hammered in the fact that Tae should figure it out on his own, all while knowing that Taehyung had already figured it out on his own.

Props to Jungkook for keeping this one to himself. “I'm glad he didn't spoil it. I like this surprise,” You say with a smile that has the corners of his lips lifting, eyes squinting into his grin. It doesn't falter when he's leaning down to take the first bites of his food.

You're doing the same, surprised at how good it all actually is. Taehyung wasn't really the best of the best when it came to cooking, he had one really good dish and everything else was edible at best. So many times you've tight-lipped smiled through a meal he wanted you to try.

This was nothing like that. “This is wicked good!”

“Right? Jin helped me,” Something about him going to one of your friends for help putting this together warms your heart. A certain type of care that was tied into the simple action that has you swooning, eyes no doubt in the shape of hearts as you watch him from across the table.

He's focused on mixing his noodles around, brows furrowed and nose scrunched to make this real cute look of concentration. He's pushing a large bite into his mouth, lips poked out in a tiny pout as he chews.

Tongue poking out to lick his lips before he's reaching for his glass to gulp down some water. And you're staring at him the entire time like he's hung the stars. You realize after a moment, shifting in your seat and turning the focus on your own plate again.

“What should we talk about?” Silent moments never really happened between the two of you, not even the comfortable time. Both of you always had something to say and there was always a rebuttal follow after.

Maybe it was just you, but sitting across from him in this romantic setting, full knowledge that you were on a date... like a potential boyfriend date, had stolen all the conversation topics straight from your brain. It had been different when you were in the car, it was light and friendly, platonic. But sitting across from him, being forced to take him in as a man made it feel awkward(?) for some reason.

He's shrugging his shoulders, lifting a napkin to wipe at his lips while he leans back in his chair. “Why don't you tell me something new about you?”

“There's nothing new,” Soft laughter breaking through your words. “You know everything about me,”

Taehyung is sitting up in his chair, elbows resting on the table and chin finding his palms. “Tell me twice then,” He knew there were quite a few things missing in his mind when it came to knowing you. Of course, he knew the obvious things, your favorite foods, favorite movie, embarrassing middle stories, but he was quickly finding out there was a lot that he overlooked.

He wanted to know that.

It was oddly endearing to hear. Seeing how interested he looked, ready to hang on to every word of yours, even if he's heard it already. So you're quickly searching your brain for something to tell him, something that he may have been oblivious to.

Face lighting up when you're thinking of something. He had been with Ailee at the time, in the early stages of their relationships when she was able to convince him to 'back off' with spending time with you. That entire week was filled with so much recklessness one would not believe.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I got banned from a Cinnabon?”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 19:18

Okay. So there was a lot Taehyung didn't know about you. The tiny bit of exhibitionism laced in all of your stories was something he was quickly picking up on. Actions screaming 'look at me' in such an obvious, he couldn't believe that he didn't notice until now.

He shares a lot of things about himself too. The shit he and the guys get into when you're not around to be the voice of reason (the job usually falls on Joon, but he's nothing with a few drinks and Jin on his arm). Drag racing to the edge of a cliff would be where you'd draw the line.

The look of pure horror on your face as he recounted the events is funny to him.

Dozens of stories follow all the way through your meal and moments after. It's comfortable. But the obvious drag of the toe over his shin keeps things from slipping too far into the friendly side. You play with the idea of going higher, wondering how his reaction would change the higher you go. But, you keep it in your head.

Barely halfway through the date, you couldn't just be jumping his bones because he impressed you with dinner.

“So what's the romantic walk in the park?” You ask when you're riding back down in the old elevator. Tae's got an arm slung over your shoulders again, using the rattle of the machine as an excuse to hold you close.

With the surprise turnaround of dinner, you're excited to see what else he's put together. Almost feeling bad that you had complained about tonight before it even happened. So sure that it was going to be something to roll your eyes at, but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.

Which was inevitable whenever you were with Taehyung.

“You'll see,” He says in a sing-song tone, taking your hand and leading you out of the building. Fingers wrapping around yours the entire walk to his car where he's pulling the door open for you and guiding you inside.

He's moving to the backseat once you're door is shut, rummaging around on the floor before he's pushing the door closed. Sliding in beside you with a pair of your black platform sneakers in hand, extending them out to with a simple nod of his head. “Put these on,”

You're in shock because these are the same shoes you saw Jungkook take out of your room this morning. Ignoring you when you asked where he was going with them. And now you can't help but wonder just how many of your friends he recruited to make this date happen. It was sweet.

“Did Jungkook give these to you?” Speaking while undoing the tie on your boot, tugging it from your foot with ease.

Taehyung nods, hands moving to push the car into gear. “I asked to grab them after he said I should be sure walking around was comfy since you get grumpy so easily.” It's pretty obvious that Jungkook delivered your message about not wanting to walk around a park in heels in the most subtle way he knew how.

“I do not get grumpy easily,” You're saying with a roll of your eyes, bent forward to tie the laces on your sneakers that you miss the look on his face. But you hear the unconvinced scoff he lets out. “You threaten to beat one of us up at least three times a day,” He's pointing out with a chuckle.

You ignore his fact, extending your leg out in front of you to admire the shoes on your feet, twisting your ankle to give yourself the full view. “Well, you guys always deserve it.” Dropping your leg back down, you turn to face him. Arms crossed on the middle console, face leaned toward his. “So when you say romantic walk do you mean like a string quartet following our every step? Or have you arranged for dozens of shooting stars to appear at the end of our trail?”

Tae's letting out a laugh, hand lifting so he can use his finger to push your face away from his. “Yeah, cause I control the stars,” Forcing his attention to stay on the road to keep the urge of wanting to kiss you at bay. Something that he has been doing for the majority of this date. Date Yn was cute in a whole different light.

Alluring beyond imagination. He nearly lost it when he first felt the tap of your foot against his leg. Not wanting to make a huge deal out of it, so he sat there silently wishing you'd push it up higher. Putting way more focus than necessary on the words that were coming from your mouth.

And now you were leaning in close to him, intoxicating him with your sweet scent and soft voice. Trying to guess what awaits the two of you, each idea more outrageous than the last. You're moving closer with each one until your nose is pressed against his cheek. Car pulled to a stop at a red light, so your lips are puckering brushing against his skin.

“Tell me?” He's shaking his head, lips tucked into his mouth. The lips of your fingers bouncing from his wrist to his bicep, poking at it gently. “Please?” He thinks the pout on your lips is adorable and insistent way you press your lips to his cheek has his brain short-circuiting.

Not used to you like this. But not complaining in the slightest bit. He liked Date Yn. Although, he couldn't help but wonder if this was you on a date or you on a date with him. He doesn't think too hard on it, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your lip on his skin. Breath hitching when your mouth is reaching his neck.

You notice the sigh he lets out, just as your teeth are scraping against his skin. Tongue smoothing over it slowly and it has his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. You're pulling back with a laugh, head tilting up to look at him. Jaw set and eyes glued to the road in front of him.

“Please?” He's a bit ashamed of how his pants tighten at the sound of the begging in your tone. Ignores it as he ignores you, hiding the smile that pushes on his features as he's pulling into a parking spot. “You can relax, we're here.” He says it but doesn't mean it.

Seriously considering taking a few laps around the block if it meant having you kissing up on him like that. Your attention is shifting from him to where he's brought you. Which looks more like a normal park than anything. Before you can pester him for more answers, he's slipping out of the car, going around to open up the door for you.

Within the park is a bridge, couples scattered along it. Walking and holdings hands, sitting close and leaning over the trailing to look at the water. Street lamps creating a pretty glow underneath the night sky. The warmth of Taehyung's arm circling around your waist spreads throughout your body.

Easily being tucked into his side. “There's no crazy surprise, just thought you'd want to look at the water for a bit,” He's walking the both of you to the railing, arm dropping from your body to hold on. Peaking over the edge, you spot a few turtles paddling through the water.

“You know they scream when they fuck?” He's pointing ahead of you at the turtles in the water. “It's like...” He's imitating the loud screechy squeal they let out, loudly. Stealing the attention of some couples close enough to hear.

Hand punching against his chest as you shush him, the sound of your laughter pulling a soft giggle from your lips. “People are gonna think I'm out with a weirdo,” His smile is the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

His arm drops onto your shoulder to tug you toward him. “You are out with a weirdo,” He didn't even say anything particularly suggestive, but the tone he uses and the look in his eye has a chill running down your spine. Tae takes his time looking you over now that you're much closer to him, eyes scanning over your features.

“Did I already tell you how good you looked?” Arm looped around his and head tilted up so you're getting a better look at his face. “You might've mentioned it,”

Soft lips curling into a smile, he's reaching up toward your face, pinching your nose gently. “Good, then I only need to tell you that you're my best friend,” You're interrupting with a large smile. “I already knew that too,” He's used to the smart-ass look on your face, never knew how attractive he found it until now.

“And... there's more,” His arm is moving from your shoulders, fingers lacing around yours. “You're my best friend and I like you a lot. You know that too, but I meant it when I said I'd make it easy for you to see that. You're special to me and I'm not going to mess this up,” He's got this look on his face that you've never seen before.

Riddled with seriousness, not an ounce of playfulness hidden in his features. He was being genuine. And you could feel it, in some unexplainable way you knew he was telling you the truth. Not sure if it was the pretty dinner he had set up for you or being under the night sky and stars, but you could feel your guard melting away.

You don't bother to talk yourself out of it as you're leaning up on your toes, nose nudging his as your arms wrap around his neck, easily pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips.

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 20:59

You're walking back to his car hand-in-hand. Back pressed on the door while his hand rests above your head. Face inches from yours and it takes a lot of willpower not to lean up and kiss him. His hand glides up the side of your body until he's able to grasp your hip, pushing your hips back slightly.

“Should I take you home or do you want to spend more time with me?” The two of you had spent a gross amount of time walking along the bridge. Switching from holding hands, to linking arms, to being attached to each other's sides. Kissing breaks against the railing mixed in.

Now he's offering to drive you home, but you've had such a great time with him tonight that's the last thing you want to do. “I don't want to go home yet,” Mouth forming into a slight pout, your hands lifting to link wrists behind his neck.

His lips are sticky with your gloss, forming a slight smirk as he steps in closer to you. “So then that means....?” His brows lift expectantly, waiting for you to fill in the blank. “I want to spend more time with you,”

Pretty dark eyes shine at your words, even though he knew they were coming. Hand dropping back to curl around the door handle, he's carefully pulling the door open, moving you to the side. “I was hoping you'd say that,” He's ushering you back into the car before moving to the duck in on his side.

It's another fifteen-minute ride back to the abandoned building from earlier. You're way less sketched out this time around, following him in without a bit of hesitance. Cuddling close to him as the elevator rattles up and leading him up the stairs to the roof.

The lights are still up, sparkling prettily against the cloudy sky. Candles blown out, but the flower petals are still scattered around. The table is gone and in its place is an assortment of blankets laid out on the floor in front of it a projector propped on a few boxes. “Tae. There's no way you came up here and did this without me knowing,”

He's grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of himself as he pulls you further out. “I had Hobi come and do it. He helped set up for dinner too,” There's a laptop set up beside the projector which he's walking to, fingers typing against the keyboard before the title screen of Howl's Moving Castle is appearing.

Standing straight, he's calling you over with a wave of his hand. And you're letting out a sound that would be embarrassing in front of anyone else, excitement building throughout your body as you bounce over to him. Both of you getting comfortable on the sheets as the movie starts.

You last a good twenty minutes.

His arm had been set behind you, your body cuddled into his side but you're deciding that's not enough. That you want to be closer. It starts with your arm wrapped around his torso, but a few minutes pass and you're not satisfied. So you're moving to sit between his legs, which is better.

Much better. Long legs caging you in and arms wrapped around your waist. You can feel the hammer of his heart against your back. He's trying hard to focus on the movie to not think about the way your ass is smushed against his dick and one wrong... or right move would have him standing at attention.

Just as he's finished his silent prayer that you don't move again, oblivious to your true intentions, you're shifting. Twisting in his arms until you're facing each other, legs spread and outstretched over his thighs. His eyes drop, catching a glimpse of your cotton panties, visible because of how careless you're being in your skirt.

“I've seen this movie a million times,” Hands slipping underneath his jacket to travel from his chest to his neck. He's kicking it into gear the moment he's seeing the look in your eyes, hands dropping to rest low on your hips. “Me too,” He's agreeing, visibly having a conversation in his head before he's letting his hands drop.

Watching your face as he squeezes, the flutter of your eyes, and the drop of your jaw does something to him. Effectively setting his body on fire and it only gets worse when you're leaning down to suck his lower lip into your mouth. “Wanna make out?” You're asking, but not really, tongue already toying with his lip.

“Yeah,” He breathes, just to hear the pretty moan you let out. Attaching your mouth to his, tilting his head back as you shift onto your knees. It's extremely hot how in control you are, never would've expected it coming from you – but he was learning to expect surprises when it comes to you.

You've got a fistful of his hair, swallowing every grunt he lets out into the sloppy kiss. Free hand reaching back to take hold of his, dragging it all the way up to your chest. Hand over his, you're closing his palm around your boob. His hand is much larger than yours, it's an obvious difference.

He's boldly swiping his thumb where he suspects your nipple to be, grinning against your mouth when he's sure he's found it through your shirt. His other hand moves quickly from your ass, secured around your waist as he easily whips your body around. Loud laughs leaving your lips as Tae swiftly flips you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs.

Again.

Large hands gripping the edge of your shirt, hurriedly untucking it from your skirt. His mouth is quickly finding your ear, teeth nibbling at the skin. You're not sure if you should concentrate on that or his hands slipping underneath your shirt. Mind made up when he's wiggling his underneath your bra, tweaking the nipple he had just teased.

“You looked so pretty, tonight. Who'd you get all dressed up for?” The answer to his question so obvious that it could be rhetorical. But, you know better. The breathy deep tone of his voice pressed right against his ear, being one indicator.

Tae pulls a moan from you by sinking his teeth into the little juncture between your jaw and neck. Nipple pinched between his middle and index finger and your eyes are fluttering, legs spreading. “You, Tae.” Sighing, your head lulls back as his tongue swipes against your skin. Hand moving to continue his assault on the other side.

“Just me,” He's mumbling, so you wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so close. His head lifts to get a better look at your face, watching the way you bite back your moans as his fingers toy with you. “My tiny,” Leaning down, his nose bumps against yours, just before he's pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you,”

His hand glides down your stomach, fingers meeting the piece of jewelry attached to your navel. It's just a thought, a passing one that he laughs at the moment it's popping into his head. But he checks anyway, shocked to see he was right.

Years and years ago, when you had just turned sixteen – he had gone with you to get your belly pierced. Joked about you getting a 'T' piercing since he was the one that drove you and paid for it. He bought it, as a joke of course. Asked you why you never wore it, still as a joke. But here you were six years later, wearing it. And just from the instant way his body reacts, he knows it was never a joke.

“God, you're fucking perfect.” Head lifting so he can see your face when he says it. The blush that takes over your features, that wasn't there when he had his hand up your shirt. Only appearing when he complimented you.

That's cute.

With a hand buried in his messy hair, you're pulling him down toward you, mouth capturing his again. Tongue pushing in his mouth just as he's slotting his hand between your legs, feeling out the wetness. “Shit, you're fucking soaked.” His words come out more desperate and needy than he intended, plagued by thoughts of how it would feel to be inside you.

“Bet I'd slide right in,” The tip of his finger traces over your entrance as he speaks, poking at the fabric just enough to have you thinking he'd finger you that way. “Think you'd be able to take all of me?” He's pushing his hips forward, hard cock pressed against your thigh.

Hips slowly rolling just so you can feel the entirety of him. “Fuck, please. Tae,” You gasp, lower back arching off of the blankets. “Shh, baby. I got you,” Easily nudging your panties to the side, the first thing he does is find your clit. Circling around it with the tips of your fingers as you squirm, screeched moans filling the air.

Neither of you hears the first crack of thunder. Barely notice the first few droplets that hit your bodies. He's more focused on slipping a long finger past your walls, to the knuckle. “Oh, fuck!” Body moving like a jolt as he curls his finger inside of you. Only pulling back to slip another one in along with the first.

He's picking up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you while quickly circling your clit with his thumb. The droplets of rain that have soaked his hair, rolling down his face is what has you realizing that it's raining. The thought knocked out of your head when he's pushing a third finger in, the slight pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure beautifully.

No one's ever looked hotter, you're sure of it. Hooded eyes zeroed in on the movement of his fingers, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the steady flex of the muscles in his chest is visible through his soaked shirt. A soft groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his fingers.

Dropping back down to pull your lips into another desperate kiss, teeth, and tongue clashing as the strokes of his fingers grow bolder. Shoving you toward the orgasm you're chasing. Your hips lift to grind into his hand, fingers curled around his ears to hold his head steady against yours. He's swallowing every gasp and whimper that leaves your mouth, grinning because he knows he's the cause of them.

“You wanna cum, baby? All over my fingers.. do you want me to make you cum?” It's almost like he's taunting you, tips of his fingers teasing that rough patch of skin deep inside of you and ripping a strained cry from your throat. “Please!” He's pressing down harder on your clit, thumb matching the pace of his fingers.

So close you can almost taste it, but it's quickly melting away with the slow of his fingers. Hands shooting to wrap around his wrist, keeping him from pulling all the way out. “Please, what?” He prompts with this maniacal look and you feel like your head is about to explode.

“Please, please make me cum, Tae. Please, I need it... wanna cum all over your fingers,” You hear him curse under his breath before he's pressing his mouth to yours again. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers, thumb pressed against your clit to make you fall apart.

Mind turning to mush, incoherent sentences flying from your lips as your hips grind into his hand. Riding out your orgasm and his fingers don't stop, in fact, he's pushing deeper inside of you, teasing your g-spot.

The dull pressure in your stomach intensifies, spreading throughout your limbs. It's not until his thumb is quickly moving around your clit do you realize what he's trying to do. Eyes going wide as the second wave rips through you, leaving your body in a stream that's forcing his fingers from inside of you.

He almost came at the sound of your scream, the breathless giggle that follows, a sound that he's not even sure you're aware you let out. His fingers are covered with your arousal, so of course, he's pushing them into his mouth to suck the taste off. You watch through hood eyes, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucks, pink tongue slipping out to leak between them.

You're reaching for him with weak arms, mouth open to silently ask for a taste. You half expect him to kiss you, but he's full of surprises tonight. His jaw moves and lips pucker, a glob of spit slipping out and landing on your tongue. Finger tapping at your jaw and you're quick to clamp your mouth shut, swallowing with your eyes on him.

Making a show of opening your mouth to flaunt its emptiness. He's laughing, even more, convinced of your perfection. Lips nearing to pull you in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by the quick shove against his chest, head bowing as you sneeze.

Once. Twice. Three times. He had noticed the rain before, but only now is he putting together how soaked you were... not in the good way. The tip of your nose red from the cold, hair that you spent an hour straightening falling in wet waves.

“Aw, baby.” He coos, reaching to pushing a few damp pieces of hair out of your face. “Let's get you out of the rain.”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 22:37

“You sure you don't want to come in? You can change and spend the night,” Taehyung denies with a shake of his head as his car skids to a stop in front of your house. He'd want to fuck you if he was coming up... spending the night. Safe to say you want the same with the way you haven't let go of his thigh since he's started driving.

Not a complaint.

Fucking you was something that he wanted to do. Thought about it more times than he'd like to admit. But he had a small listen of things he wanted to do first. Tonight wasn't planned but could be excused because it was about you.

He had more things set in his mind to do to prove that he was boyfriend material. To you and to himself. He wanted to get this right. Needed to because it was you. You deserved the best, more than that. You deserved perfection. Because that's what you were.

“I'll call you tomorrow morning,” He promises.

Your face beams, not even bothering to mask your excitement. “Okay,” It's cute how giddy you are at the promise of a phone call.

Tae shoves the car in park so he can lean back to reach into the backseat. Rummaging through his gym bag, presenting a towel after a few minutes. Slightly used, but dry enough to shield you from the rain. He's handing it off to you, just before you're pulling the door open.

“Use that,” It smells like him. It surrounds you as you drape it over your shoulders, head tilting to look up at him.

He's close, large hand at the top of your head and thumb stroking soothingly against your scalp. “Bye,” He mumbles, but doesn't give you any space to move. And you're just as bad because you repeat his words, but don't make any moves either.

Just sat there staring at each other with these lovesick doe eyes, not saying anything. And it's not weird, or awkward. It's comfortable. Comforting. You don't want to move.

“Wanna go on another date?” Taehyung is the one to break the silence, a question that has your stomach filling with butterflies. Despite the fact, you've just ended a date with him. Haven't even left the car. “Can we go tomorrow?” It's eager and needy, but you don't care.

Care even less when he's nodding. “Yeah, okay. Bye.” He still doesn't move and neither do you. Correction, you do move, but only to get closer to him. Your goodbye dying on his lips as you pull him in for another kiss.

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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Pairing: chenle x reader Genre: friends to lovers AU, fluff, mature content Length: 6.4k Summary: When Chenle invites you on a last minute trip to his family’s home in China, you’re excited at the prospect of a small vacation and about spending time with your crush. Surprisingly, Chenle’s extended family is there as well, and a series of events quickly awaken something new in both of you. Warnings/Details: female reader, explicit sex (breeding kink, unprotected sex [please stay safe], creampie) disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. the characters and events are not a reflection of reality or meant to offend in anyway.

“What do you mean you can’t come? We were talking about this literally last night, and not even 12 hours later, you can’t come?!” Chenle practically screams into his phone as he stuffs random pants and shirts into his open suitcase. “Explain yourself, Park.”

“My mom suddenly wants me to come home.” Jisung sounds apologetic and slightly timid, “She said she’s cooking dinner tonight for our family and if I’m not at the table she’ll cut my tongue off. I know she won’t actually do it, but... I don’t want to test it.”

Chenle sighs, sounding bothered by this predicament, but Jisung knows his best friend isn’t going to be that sad about his absence. It’s not like Jisung has never been to Chenle’s house in China, and although he loves the place, he knows this won’t be the last opportunity for him to fly there. When Chenle sighs once more, this time just to be annoying and show how irritated he is, Jisung speaks again.

“Don’t be like that. You love visiting your family, just think of it as an opportunity to spend more time with them.” Jisung hears Chenle fall onto his bed on the other side of the line.

“I do love to visit, but my whole family is either younger than nine or older than thirty-five. I just want someone that’s my age to be with me if I feel lonely.” Jisung pouts at that. Chenle is an outgoing person and loves to be around the people he’s comfortable with, so hearing that he gets lonely without his best friend makes Jisung’s heart hurt a bit. However, an idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Hey, you actually do have another friend our age, and I bet she would love to go to China with you.” At the mention of a ‘she,’ the only ‘she’ both Chenle and Jisung know at the moment who would want to hang out, Chenle sits up straighter on his bed and his heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, ___?” He tries to sound nonchalant, “I’m not sure. She would be meeting my family, won’t she think that’s weird? And what if she feels uncomfortable? It’s not like she can just go home—”

“There are lots of what if’s, Chenle. All I know is that she finished her finals and is on break, and probably deserves a small vacation for her hard work.” Jisung pushes, suddenly excited that he can’t come on the trip if it means Chenle can get closer to you. “Just ask her. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“If she says no, it will hurt my pride. So, that’s a lie.”

“Chenle.” Jisung replies flatly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask.” Chenle plays with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how nervous he got over this trip just by adding you into the equation. With some last goodbyes and a promise that Chenle will update Jisung about everything that happens this weekend, the call ends. Chenle fidgets through his phone, procrastinating calling you, but when every single app is checked and there is only the phone icon staring back at him, Chenle sighs and finds your contact, pressing the call button.

After meeting you through Jisung, you and Chenle quickly became close friends. You’re both easy-going, prefer staying up late at night, and okay with being lazy at home, so hanging out together is easy to do. It also doesn’t hurt that you’ll eat literally anything Chenle cooks, boosting his pride tenfold when you praise him endlessly for his cooking. Actually, one night at his house after he made dinner and you shared a bottle of wine on the rooftop of his house while looking at the night sky, wishing the light pollution didn’t erase all the stars, that’s when he figured it out.

You’re important to Chenle. So, so important.

He knows he has feelings for you, and that he cares about you deeply. He is aware of your presence whenever you’re in the same room and gets that longing feeling in his stomach when your attention is taken away from him. There is no doubt that Chenle is in the middle of falling head over heels for you, but he always feels the need to keep a few steps back.

He walks on a tightrope, on one end is friendship and on the other is love, and he’s stuck in the middle. You’ve given him hints of attraction and subtle nuances in your words that could possibly mean you have feelings for him as well, but nothing concrete enough that gives Chenle the confidence to walk further along the tightrope.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip can bring you two closer to the end of this balance beam.

“A trip?” Chenle hears excitement in your voice after he explains what happened with Jisung, and he feels hopeful, “That sounds like fun!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in three hours.” Chenle feels giddy and nervous at the same time, his leg bouncing up and down to portray all of his feelings.

“Oka— Wait. Three hours?”

“Bye!” Chenle abruptly ends the call before you can ask anything else or change your mind, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He takes a few deep breaths and then stands up, continuing to pack his things. This time with more skip in his step that’s fueled by the promise of your presence with him for the whole weekend.

It’s already nearing 6pm when you arrive in Shanghai. You follow Chenle closely as he leads you through the airport, looking really confident about every turn he makes as he weaves through the busy and tired looking people. However, you’re both thrown off your path when a large window on your right catches your eye, the night view of the city of Shanghai making you stop in your tracks and swerve to take a closer look.

Your hands smudge the clean windows as you lean in and stare at the enormous city, the sparkling lights and tall buildings look like you just took a flight to the future, not just a few hours south.

“It’s pretty…” You trail off, not really talking to anyone in particular. Chenle, who followed you to the window and also stares at the view from beside you, smiles at the comment.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing…” You sound like you’re in a daze, which makes Chenle smile wider.

“I should show you the view from the balcony in my room. It’s ridiculous.” Chenle nods and gives the view one more glance over. His words bring you back to reality, making you shiver.

In Chenle’s bedroom… where so many things other than watching the night sky can happen.

You heat up in embarrassment at the dirty thoughts, yelling at yourself in your head for thinking like that when Chenle probably meant it in the most innocent way.

“We should probably get going..” Chenle seems completely oblivious to your predicament, yawning as he turns around and continues walking through the airport. You follow him, lightly biting the inside of your cheek as your previous thoughts fly through your mind again.

The Shanghai airport is crowded, almost over-crowded. After traveling further through the airport, it gets hard to follow Chenle’s leather bucket hat that bobs through the sea of people and you have to grip onto his backpack so that you don’t lose him. He feels the sudden weight on his bag, turning around to see you struggling.

His hand finds yours, making you release the grip on his zippers and instead intertwine with his fingers, turning to look forward and once again leading you to baggage claim. Your hands start to sweat and you feel embarrassed, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind as he squeezes your fingers softly and glances back at you to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t let go of your hand until your luggage arrives, and when he does release your hold, you feel very cold and empty from the lack of Chenle’s touch.

“Mom, I’m home!” Chenle yells into his house, dragging his suitcase behind him and taking off his shoes, “I brought a friend.” You both leave your things at the door and Chenle hands you some slippers, then you follow him through the house in search of his mother. You find her in the kitchen, stove on and several pots and pans cooking food at once.

“Chenle!” She exclaims after seeing her son, and then her eyes fall on you.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You politely greet her, slightly unsure of what her reaction to you will be.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing your girlfriend here.” She laughs gleefully and leaves the stove to come closer, almost jumping on the tile floors over to you.

“Oh, we’re n-” You begin, but Chenle cuts you off.

“Jisung couldn’t come, so I brought ___ here instead. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” She smiles, which makes you relax a bit, “You’ve never brought anyone here other than Jisung, I was beginning to think you don’t know anyone other than him.”

It’s your turn to laugh, covering your mouth as you glance at Chenle to see him roll his eyes with a sour look on his face. Before he can retaliate, his mom cuts him off.

“Well, since you’re here, could you set the table? I’m running late on dinner and I need extra hands. Get out eleven plates and those high chairs we keep in the closet.” She quickly makes her way back to the stove after warmly rubbing your arm, moving faster than your eyes can follow as she adjusts spices and stirs.

“Why so many?” Chenle asks.

“Your aunts and uncles are coming over today.” At that information, you turn to face Chenle with an unsure look painted on your face.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” You step closer to him and whisper, “If you’re having a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Of course it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Chenle gently grabs your shoulders and turns you around, forcing you to walk out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. You collect your luggage and head upstairs.

Chenle’s house has an impressive three stories with several bedrooms, an office, and a lounge room in the top two floors and the rest of the important rooms on the first floor. You didn’t see much of the backyard, but you caught sight of several trees that surround the house, making the area more private. Considering this place is close to the city, you’re amazed at how all of this belongs to Chenle and his family.

His room is on the third floor, and you take a look inside when he sets down his things on his bed. The balcony he mentioned earlier is covered with long white curtains and his bed is wide, taking up a good chunk of space. On the other side of the room, a TV hangs on the wall and there are several gaming consoles hooked up. Overall, a normal guy’s room.

“You’re next door…” He mumbles and leads you to the room next to his. The layout is a mirrored version of his room, only the balcony is replaced with large windows and the room is more generic looking rather than lived-in like Chenle’s. You set your things down and glance out of the window; you’re met with the canopy of trees that grow in his backyard.

“And your bathroom is right here,” Chenle’s voice brings you back to the room, showing you inside the bathroom, “And if you need anything, my room is right through here.” He opens a door in the bathroom to reveal his room on the other side. You nod and walk over to the bed, plopping down on the soft covers.

“Your house is amazing. I feel like I’m staying at a fancy AirBnB… but I don’t have to pay for it and there’s a family staying here too.” You both laugh at that, but your comment has you questioning your stay here some more.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to take your time away from family.” You bite your lip and look up at Chenle, looking for his honest answer. You’d hate for Chenle to not spend all the time he can with his family while he’s here, considering he can’t visit often.

“I am 100% sure that you’re okay to stay here. I think everyone will l-love you.” Chenle clears his throat after his stutter, hoping you wouldn’t question his sudden nerves surrounding the topic of love.

“Okay.” You nod and rub your hands over your thighs to rid yourself of anxiety. You only keep asking because you hate to be an intrusion. But if Chenle is sure that your presence here is okay, then you’re going to enjoy this vacation to the best of your abilities.

“You get settled, I’ll go help my mom. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Chenle turns around to leave the room, but you stop him.

“Oh, I can help. It’s the least I can do, and it seems like there’s a lot to get ready.”

“But you’re a guest—”

“I don’t mind.” You smile and leave the room first, looking over your shoulder as if to beckon him to try and stop you. Chenle doesn’t, partially because he wants to spend any second he can with you, even if it’s just setting the dinner table. But he also doesn’t stop you because that would mean grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back, and Chenle almost had a heart attack at the airport the first time he did that. Thinking back on it, the action felt natural but it still startled him, and he can’t get the feeling of how your soft hands feel in his own out of his head.

“Hey, wait up! You’ll get lost.” Chenle calls out and quickly follows you out of the room.

Chenle’s family loves you. In fact, Chenle thinks they love you just a little too much.

From his mom cooing at you as you help Chenle properly set the table to his aunts and uncles endlessly talking about your hobbies and school, it seems like you’re the life of the party tonight. However, that’s not what catches Chenle’s eye.

As he’s carrying some drinks to his dad and uncles who decided to sit outside after eating, Chenle passes by the living room to see you and his nieces and nephews playing. You’re reading a book to one of the younger kids while the others are coloring next to you and constantly showing you their art, seeking your approval or ideas on what they should draw next. Chenle’s two older nephews are playing tag around the table, and overall it’s just a whole ruckus. Chenle only has a chance to glance into the room for a second before continuing his trip outside to deliver the drinks.

As he’s coming back in, he’s startled by his older nephews who took their game of tag out into the hallway, almost running into Chenle.

“Woah, woah, woah. You shouldn’t be running in the hallway, get back in the living room.” Chenle ushers the boys back and once all of them are in the living room, he shuts the doors completely to keep anyone from going back out. His eyes land on you, you’re in the same position as you were before, but now you look up at Chenle and give him a warm smile while patting the spot next to you.

Chenle sits with his legs crossed while facing the same direction as you, looking over his niece's artwork and complimenting their scribbling, and then leaning back against the couch to mirror your position.

“I guess it’s more fun to play with the kids than with the adults?” Chenle asks, making your attention move from the TV screen where a kid’s movie is playing to meet Chenle’s eyes.

“Don’t you find it fun to play with kids? I think there’s never a dull moment with these guys.” You laugh and motion around the room as if to make your point.

“So, you like kids?” Chenle asks.

“Yes, a lot.” You nod, watching him look away and nod at your words. “What about you?”

“My nieces and nephews are… a bit too wild for me.” He admits, “But I like kids. I would like to have my own kids in the future.” Chenle speaks without really thinking about his words, just talking to you about anything is nice. When he realizes what he said at the end, his eyes glance over at you to gage your reaction.

“Same here. There’s some special sort of happiness that comes with having kids. I see it all the time on mothers’ faces, and I always wonder what it feels like. I bet you can’t really find that kind of feeling anywhere else in the world.” You muse, and Chenle quickly agrees with your sentiment, involuntarily gulping as the thoughts in his head rampage.

Could you get anymore perfect for him?

You look down at your thigh, for some reason not being able to look at Chenle in the eye. “I think… You’ll be a really good father, Chenle.”

Just from your simple words, Chenle’s heart begins to pound in his ears and warmth spreads through his chest. He watches you shyly look up at him, not being able to do anything but stare at you for fear of his body moving without his control.

“Can you please read again.” His youngest niece breaks the staring contest between you two with her question, pulling your gaze away from him. When your attention is on his niece, he quietly slips out of the room and stumbles up the stairs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He paces around his bed, his hands running through his hair as he tries to figure out

what just happened. You said you like kids. You said you would like kids in the future. You also said you think Chenle would make a good father. Are you purely giving him compliments or… could you be hinting at something else?

Why does Chenle feel like his heart might explode any second if he keeps thinking about you. On second thought, he looks down, his pants might be the thing that explodes. Chenle sighs, slightly embarrassed that he got hard by just thinking about you.

You looked so cute playing with his nieces and nephews, so kind and genuinely warm hearted to them that it melted Chenle’s heart. He wants to see it again. He wants to see you reading a book to them and changing your voice for every character, listening intently as they tell you story after story, rubbing their backs gently as they color.

Chenle wants to see you like that with his kids.

His own thought scares him a bit, and he sits down on his bed while trying to calm his breathing. He’s even more surprised at the shot of pleasure that runs through him at his own idea. He feels his stomach turn pleasantly at the thought of a little you and him running around, you showing your love to both Chenle and your child.

Warmth grows in Chenle's heart; he wants it so bad.

He can imagine the picture so clearly in his head that it hurts him to think about it, since he knows he’s far from that point in his life. That doesn’t stop him from getting turned on, though. He digs the heel of his palms into his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to think of something —anything— else. Why is it that whenever you’re around, he can’t think of anything, but whenever you’re not around, he can only think of you?

‘It’s useless’ he sighs, scooting up on his bed and moving his bedsheets away.

Sitting against his head board, Chenle grips his sheets in one hand and his other slides down his stomach, tickling him slightly, and over his crotch. Swallowing thickly, he closes his eyes and focuses on his warm hand stimulating his member. He can’t help but let out a soft sigh at his own teasing, but soon has had enough and quickly pushes down his pants and boxers to let his dick spring out. Using some precum that glistens as it runs down the side of his dick, he starts pumping his shaft, eventually getting fully hardened.

His wrist turns every time he reaches the end of a pump and he slides down the headboard as his eyes flutter from the pleasure. Chenle is good at staying quiet thanks to the years of practice in his full house, but he can’t help the whines he emits every so often when his fingers move over his tip.

But soon, Chenle turns frustrated. He’s doing all the things he knows his body likes, but his orgasm is just too far away still. He becomes impatient, starting to shift his hips around and rub his length faster as sweat builds on his forehead, but it only hurts his wrist and makes him itch for his orgasm more.

Every time Chenle thinks of you while getting off, he feels a bit guilty.

He hopes you don’t mind it, but you hold a place in his heart and Chenle is very attracted to you, it’s impossible to think of anyone else when he’s in this position. So, Chenle takes a breather, and when he continues his stroking, he thinks about your tiny hand replacing his instead. His eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and he finds it hard to keep himself sitting up.

Chenle’s head is tilted back, his jaw dropping open bit by bit as he moves on to thinking about your warmth mouth around his cock, the way your face would look as you glance up at him and kiss up his thighs before sliding his member through your lips again.

Chenle has to shove the duvet he has been gripping into his mouth to stop the moan that almost leaves his throat, his eyes screwing shut as he imagines how good your wet pussy would feel around his dick, sliding in and out as you chase your own release. He loses composure when he imagines what your pants and moans would sound like in that situation, what your nails would feel like gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, and what the flesh of your hips and waist would feel like under Chenle’s hands as he drives you harder onto his cock.

Chenle eventually starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, desperately chasing his high to the very highest peak. Chenle has thought about you many times while jerking himself off, but this time around, the thing that makes him tip over the edge is the thought of his cum shooting into you. He lets himself fall into the pleasure, seeing stars at the thought of his seed filling you up. He milks himself as strings of cum land on his thighs and pants, going to the very last stroke until it almost feels painful.

He limply falls over on his bed, breathing heavy and ears slightly ringing from the intensity he brought upon himself. When the feeling goes away he opens his eyes and listens to the sounds of the commotion downstairs, his mom and aunties playing with the kids, and the cars that drive by outside his balcony. When he looks over at the bathroom door, his heart drops all the way to his stomach and his head turns fuzzy from panic.

You’re right there.

Maybe you think he doesn’t see you, half hidden by his bathroom door, but he sees your hand resting on the handle and he hears your heavy breaths all the way from across the room. A part of him wants to dig himself into the covers and never come back out, but he pushes that embarrassment away so he can think clearly. You’re just standing there, no doubt just saw him come, why aren’t you leaving?

“___,” Chenle calls out, his voice lower than you expected and making you flinch behind the door. “Come here.” He says it softly, but in a demanding tone, so you open the door all the way and look at him. A mess of sheets surrounds him and his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, all of this is illuminated by the dim moonlight coming from the balcony. Taking small steps to him, you don’t know what to do with your hands or where to look, but Chenle makes it easy when he pulls you down on the bed next to him.

“Did you like what you saw?” His question startles you, “Tell me the truth.” He adds on. You nod, a question of your own coming to mind.

“Why did you say my name when you were doing… that?” Chenle’s eyes widen, not aware of your name slipping through his lips. “Tell me the truth.” You say back at him.

Something in Chenle tells him that things won’t be the same way between you two after tonight no matter how he tries to amend this situation, so he thinks he might as well take it as far as you’ll let him.

He leans into you slowly, lips sliding past your cheek and teasing the skin there, stopping to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Because I was thinking of you, why else?” He likes how you shiver, he likes seeing the goosebumps on your shoulder from his words. Scraping up as much courage as he can, he leans all the way in and places a hot kiss below your earlobe. He waits for you to push him away, but you only grab onto the front of his shirt for leverage, so Chenle continues. He presses slow and open-mouthed kisses down your neck, almost too slow, until he reaches your shoulder where he bites down gently, raising a sharp gasp out of you.

You push him away and look at his eyes. Chenle is afraid that you’ll tell him to stop because this surely means he screwed up, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. I’ll make your dreams into reality.”

Chenle’s jaw drops slowly at that, looking over your face for any signs of a joke. But fire burns in your eyes and the hand that’s holding onto his shirt pulls him in, lips crashing together in your very first kiss.

It’s hot, the room and the kiss and the way your hand falls down to chest and stomach to reach his dick, once again twitching from just the slight sting your nails give him as they travel across his body, not to mention the way your tongue slides into his mouth, exploring every corner. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of you care right now.

“Was it like this? Hm?” You pull away while tilting your head, somehow looking innocent as you start to pump his dick, the same way he did not too long ago. Chenle shakes his head, pushing on your shoulder to get you to sit on the floor. As you slide onto your knees Chenle grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, wiping his hands on it, and throwing it behind him, not caring about how dirty it will be after.

When he looks down at you between his legs, your little hands moving his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, he thinks he must be dreaming. It has to be fake, you look too good with his spit covering your lips and your hands spread out on his thighs, looking up at him curiously as if to ask for what he wants next. This has to be a dream, but when he feels your soft hair bunching up in his hand and the first touch of your puffy lips on his sensitive tip, he knows this is anything but a dream.

He’s all too excited when his hips push up into your mouth and his hand tightens in your hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help how good you’re making him feel. His toes curl, his mouth releases little whimpers and pleas filled with your name, probably the most vocal he has been in his entire life.

You don’t mind the roughness from him, you like it actually, the wetness building in your core proof of that. The sight above you, Chenle’s head tilted back and the outline of his abs flexing every time your tongue swirls around his dick is more than enough to get you heated, desperate for some friction between your legs. Just when you think Chenle is going to cum, he pulls you away from him, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, suddenly afraid you did something wrong. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut hard enough that the dimples under his eyes come out. He lets you stand up, but grabs the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him.

“I should be good to you, I can’t let you sit on the floor and suck my dick all night, as much as I would like that.” That makes you chuckle a bit. Chenle smiles, moving your shirt up and peppering kisses over your stomach, right above your waistband. You remove your shirt, feeling Chenle’s hands play with the buttons and zipper of your pants.

“What’s next?” You ask after he slowly slides your pants off of your legs and throws them behind you. He looks at you, his eyes conveying how nervous he feels by your question. He’s not sure how you would feel about the next part of his fantasy.

“Can I come in you?” He asks so fast that you almost don’t register his words, but when you do your eyebrows quirk up. When you don’t say anything, Chenle continues, “I know this is kind of wild for our first time together, but I promise I’m clean and—”

“Sure.” Chenle shuts up at that, his eyes wide as he tries to read your face through the lack of good lighting. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” When Chenle nods, you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting again in a softer kiss than before. You grip the strands of his hair in the back of his head as you gently sit down on his thighs. Chenle immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and hips against hips so that you can feel his dick pressing against your center, raising a strangled gasp out of you.

Chenle takes that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moves your hips against his own. His dick rubs against your center, the slickness that has seeped through your underwear making Chenle shake with pleasure. He kisses down your neck and chest to leave hickies on the top of your breasts while continuing to grind up into you, starting to feel obsessed with how you sound every time his dick rubs against your clit.

You’re in the middle of taking off your bra when his hand that was moving your hips moves to your front as he runs two fingers over your covered slit. It surprises you and you let out a moan, forgetting about your bra and covering your mouth to stop yourself from getting any louder. He moves your panties to the side and slides one finger in to test the waters, you clench around him instantly and sigh in relief at how he curls his finger in you.

“Relax,” He mutters and removes your bra all the way for you, his hand once again finding a palace at your waist to steady you on top of him, “I got you. You’re safe with me.” He mumbles against your shoulder between kisses as you get adjusted on top of him. Your nails that were gripping into his shoulders relax a bit, and he adds a second finger to stretch you out some more. Your shaky breath tickles Chenle’s ears when he does so, but eventually you start grinding down on his fingers.

Chenle takes a moment to watch you grind onto his hand, your eyes shut as you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. You even look pretty like this, how is that fair? Chenle can’t help but express his feelings in the form of kisses over any part of your skin he can reach. You’re pretty sure he has kissed everywhere by the time he pulls his fingers away, making you turn your attention on him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He gives you one last chance to back out, but you nod your head in agreement, your head cloudy from pleasure and your whole body begging for him to fuck you already. He nods too, guiding his dick into your hole and letting you slide down him inch by inch. Every move downward sends his mind blank and his stomach tightening, watching how he disappears into you and twitching from how tight you are. You keep clenching around him and it’s driving him completely insane. He leans back on his hands, breathing deeply to keep himself under control.

When you’re sat all the way down, Chenle takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together to place your hand against his cheek. You’re not sure if he even realizes he does this since his eyes are still shut in pleasure, but the gesture makes you smile a bit.

When Chenle thrusts up into you, your smile drops. Fuck, that feels good.

Chenle releases your hand and instead takes a hold of your hips keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm, drawing out unstoppable groans and moans from both of you, not caring about who’s hearing you two. His hips slap against yours with every move, sending you closer and closer to your high as you hold onto each other. When he stops for a moment, no doubt tired from all of the work, you continue to roll your hips against his.

“Ah—” He groans at your movements, “Oh my god, ___, don’t stop.” He moans. If you thought Chenle’s singing voice sounded heavenly, then you think the voice he used to moan your name might be out of this world, filled with so much feeling and lust that you don’t think he can even register what he’s saying anymore.

You feel your orgasm approaching all too fast, and when Chenle’s hips start to move again, you think he might be close too. That’s when you lean into his ear, the same way he did to you when he started all of this just a while ago.

“Come in me, Chenle.” You beg him, and his hips move faster, the grip he has on your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You can’t think about it right now, though, as his cock moves in and out of you mercilessly and your name tumbles out of his lips once again.

Your orgasm breaks open throughout you, spreading like a wildfire through your nerves. You’re sure you can feel Chenle all over you and all around you as you come, pleasure filling you up from your head to your toes. As your muscles flutter around him, Chenle lets go too, white and hot springs of his sperm shoot into you. He continues to fuck it into you, slowing down when he feels both of you almost topple over from fatigue.

He slowly lays down in his bed, careful when he rolls you to the side. Sliding his dick out, he watches his white seed flow out of your pussy and down your thigh, his lips opening in awe and surprise at how much he likes the sight.

“Are you okay?” He asks, suddenly realizing the redness around your hips and waist from his own hands.

“Oh, I’m great. I’m wonderful, actually.” You sigh out, your eyes closed as you are still trying to get over the orgasm Chenle gave you. Your words make him chuckle, a bit of cockiness peaking through.

“Huh, I guess I’m that good, yeah?” Chenle makes sure to send you a closed lip smile, and you peak an eye open to hit him gently against the arm before retracting and falling limp again, both of you not able to control your bubbling laughter.

Chenle always imagined what the other side of the balance beam would look like— how it would feel like. Now, as he looks at your messy hair, your shining skin under the moonlight, and your quiet mumbles about random things as you cuddle under the blanket, he thinks it may feel just like this.

Later, after you and Chenle cleaned up a bit and got situated under the covers with you laying your head on his shoulder and him tracing stars, hearts, and the Chinese characters of his name on your back, Chenle gets a phone call.

“Hey, how are you? How’s it going with ___?” Jisung asks on the other side. Once you hear his voice, you perk up and tilt your head to look at Chenle with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything’s good, really good, actually. How’s your family?” Chenle asks back, stopping his tracing for a second to flick your forehead gently, making you slightly scowl at him.

“Good, my mom didn’t cut my tongue off, as you can probably tell.” Chenle lets some air out of his nose in the form of laughter at Jisung’s joke.

“So, why did you call?” Chenle hums into the phone, burying himself closer to you under the covers.

“Don’t you remember? You said you would update me on anything that happens while you’re over there. Did something happen?” Jisung asks and Chenle can’t contain his smile as he answers.

“Park Jisung, I’m so glad you couldn’t come this weekend.”

“What? What does that mean—”

“I’m hanging up now.” Chenle ends the call, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arm around you, cuddling closer to you and finally falling asleep.

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Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes.

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door.

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones.

Suffice to say, the twins were very different.

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb.

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle.

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips.

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist.

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression.

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”.

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4”

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!”

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work.

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton.

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen.

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler.

“That’s really good pat-”

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun.

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school”

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands.

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building.

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job.

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched.

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded.

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe.

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work”

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will.

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director.

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t look marginally like a cave.

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects.

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before.

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid”

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding.

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep.

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was.

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family.

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree.

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day.

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

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