#also hot chocolate but i think that was mentioned in the books so

[icomefromthemoon]

So i have a theory where Kaz instead of drinking coffee drinks hot chocolate. And he likes to think it's bc Pekka Rollins gave him hot chocolate or whatever but the real reason is that he cannot stand the taste of coffee. And i mean he would drink caffeine when he needed it bc ofc there's the thing where he barely sleeps but it could be mixed up with his chocolate. And idk it just seems funny to me.

#crooked kingdom #lets say coffee exists in Ketterdam for the sake of the post #also hot chocolate but i think that was mentioned in the books so #kanej #six of crows #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #inej ghafa #like imagine if inej or nina discover him #but like im pretty sure inej knows i mean shes the spider #and he just goes sipping his hot chocolate like its coffee around de dregs with this dark academia vibe #and its just hot chocolate #its my headcanon now what can i say

[the-atlas-sister]

RANDOM TOKYO REV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

Mikey does not fucking play around when you're play fighting. Maybe it's because of his ego or the title of being "unbeatable" but he does not mess around. You have had times when it's turned into a physical fight before you yield and give up. And it you're trying to play fight with him to just get him to pin you down or start something dirtier- it will not work. He just is so cocky and worked up that he will be absolutely oblivious to what you're trying to do.

Mikey also goes on more dates with Draken then he does with you. Draken says their not dates with a scoff but Mikey insists that they are. He says him and Draken are a package deal.

Chifuyu likes to lick you. Not in a sexual way either. You two will just be sitting together, cuddling and reading and he'll just stare at you before licking your cheek. He'll grin when you squeal and try and wipe it off with a disgusted look.

Husband!Draken cooks shirtless. King is unbothered. You often wake up to him cooking breakfast in just a pair of sweatpants.

Naoto shows his affection by giving you his favorite books. He's spent so much time focused on his police work and schooling that he doesn't exactly know how to show affection. One day when at a bookshop for a case, he noticed a copy one of his favorite books. He remembered that you had mentioned that you like hearing about his interests and hope to one day be able to gush with him about them. So he bought you the book and when he came back home gave it to you with a shy blush.

(I love Naoto- hehe)

Kakucho will often just stare at you. Before you started dating you thought it was because he fucking hated you. You often still think it's kinda creepy but now he'll mumble something like... "pretty," as he does and all creepiness melts into love.

Kokonoi bites you. Again, not in a sexual way- he'll just- nom. When it first happened it really freaked you out. He was staring at you and just leaning forward- gently biting down on your nose- not a nip- a whole ass chomp.

Mitsuya has a nasty habit of using the same language he does around his sisters with you. If you work with little kids you know what I mean. Once you were asking him to pass you some hot chocolate and he said, "What do we say?" with the most serious expression. Once you blinked at him and mumble a small, "please," he realized what he had said. He quickly turned red and profusely apologized.

Shinichiro gets genuinely offended when you call him anything but handsome or hot. Once you told him he was adorable and he was so offended. He was frosting some cookies you two had baked and he was just so concentrated, his tongue poking out from his lips. He was just so cute! "You're adorable," you told him with a smile. He told you to never say such a thing with the most serious face you had seen.

Izana likes to kiss your neck. You don't know if it's the sense of control it gives him or just the way it makes you blush, but he likes to randomly grab you by the back of the neck and place his thumb under your jaw before kissing the front of your throat.

Rindo's love language is annoyance. Like he doesn't verbally tell you he loves you but he'll absolutely stick his finger in your ear while cuddling. And just like Kokonoi and Chifuyu, he'll bite and lick you to show affection. You're honestly on edge every time the both of you are cuddling.

Seishu hates being tickled. Like fucking despises it. As in will not hesitate to physically attack you if you try and tickle him. How you first found this out was while you were trying to get a one up on him as you were play fighting. As he was sat on top of you, you tried to tickle his sides. He ended up elbowing you in the face, resulting in a black eye and pretty major silent treatment.

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[stevieschrodinger]

Link to Part One

Link to Part Two

TW mentions of human trafficking, rescue, injury, trauma

Steve locks Eddie in the car which, yeah, okay, it makes Eddie jump a little reflexively at the quiet click of the lock. And it might just be habit, or whatever, because it’s a really nice car.

Or maybe he’s even doing it for Eddie’s safety.

It still feels like he’s been locked in, though, and Eddie finds he’s...really not a fan of how this feels.

Either way, when Steve comes back less than ten minutes later and opens Eddie’s side of the car, Eddie’s still not sure how to feel about it. Suspicion is hard to shake.

Steve kneels right there on the floor of the lot, “swing around,” Eddie does, watching as Steve pulls antiseptic wipes out of the bottom of the bag, opening a packet and lifting Eddie’s foot. Eddie hisses when the wipe makes contact, it’s cold and, even though surely most of the wounds have scabbed by now, it still stings quite a bit, “sorry.” Steve looks up at Eddie earnestly, big eyes and floppy hair and, well, the moles are cute.

And having an Alpha kneel on the floor for him, that’s kind of nice too. Maybe Steve really is that good looking.

He wraps Eddie’s feet in a bandage, some tube bandage over the top, Eddie still slurping on his peanut butter chocolate shake. He’s going to have the absolute worst shit later, he knows it, too much rich food all at once, after a really long time of non at all, but honestly, so worth it.

“When we get home, I’ll set you up in one of the spare rooms, and maybe we can order you some clothes?” Steve pulls the bandage comfortably tight around Eddie’s foot, a nice gauze pad wrapped around the sole for cushioning.

“Errr, I mean, I, before, I was usually a good will kind of shopper, you know? Maybe Target on a good day?”

Steve just blinks at him for a second, before that clearly sinks in, “don’t...don’t think about the money, if that’s what you mean, we can get you some clothes, really, I don’t mind.”

And Eddie’s sure as fuck not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, Steve’s already broke the bank on Eddie, what’s a little more, right?”

Eddie whistles, he can’t help it. Objectively, obviously, he knew Steve was loaded. There’s a difference between knowing that and…seeing it. This is like a fucking mansion. Well, it’s not like a mansion, obviously. It is a mansion.

Automatic electric gates, a drive that’s got to be a half mile long...and lawns. Trees. Land stretching off into the distance.

The house is fucking nice. It’s kind of sprawling...just the garage looks fucking massive on it’s own.

Steve sort of hovers around Eddie as he limps over the threshold, and, yeap, just as nice inside as it is outside. Very sleek and modern, big open spaces, lots of glass. Dark wood and bookcases filled with leather books and big paintings that look impressive but aren’t...well. Eddie’s not a fan, really. Eddie spies a building out the back, also lots of glass...Eddie’s money is on indoor pool.

“Something smells good,” Eddie says, as he limps further into the house, “smells kind of homey.” Which is true, something here smells vaguely relaxing. Kind of...comforting. Safe.

Eddie looks around as he gets further in, and the place is so big it is kind of a walk, it’s...really nice, but also kind of soulless. It doesn’t look lived in at all. And, Eddie frowns, something occurring to him for the very first time. Steve’s a good looking Alpha, and he’s fucking loaded, “will your, erm,” Eddie flounders, “partner, mind me being here?”

Steve laughs, seeing Eddie through to the lounge to sit on the couch, “don’t think I would have been able to play my part today if I were in any kind of serious relationship. Hagan would have known if I was seeing anyone, the press loves that shit.”

And yeah, all of that makes total sense, and Eddie feels kind of stupid for not putting that together. But it...doesn’t really make sense, considering Steve is, still, clearly, very hot and very loaded.

“Okay,” Steve plops a laptop into Eddie’s lap, open to a clothing website. “just open tabs on some stuff you’d like, and then give it back to me when you’re done. You’re going to need some clothes while Hopper tracks down your uncle, okay? I’m going to go and set up a room.”

Eddie’s just sort of rolling with it at this point, so he nods and smiles and then blinks down at a Tom Ford Slim-Fit Button-Down Collar Checked Cotton shirt...that’s nearly seven hundred dollars.

And Eddie would never, in a million fucking years, be caught dead in it. Honestly, he thinks he actually prefers the white nightdress.

Eddie looks at the drop down menu, clicks on ‘cashmere’ for shits and giggles, and then laughs to himself when the very first listing is a black turtle-neck...for over a thousand odd dollars. Fucking rich people are batshit.

Eddie manages to find a drop down that lets him filter out everything over two hundred and fifty dollars, and then he searches by lowest price first. He starts opening tabs, mostly inoffensive lounge wear – a large portion of which is very, very unfortunately beige.

Eddie hears Steve coming before he sees him, “just do it please Carol,” and he sounds...exasperated by whoever Carol is. Steve comes back and takes the laptop. He very very briefly frowns at Eddie over the top of the screen, but it’s over so fast Eddie’s not entirely sure he saw it, “you think you’ll want something more to eat later?”

Eddie did eat his weight in McDonalds a couple of hours ago...but he hasn’t been really full for years, “uhm, yeah, in a bit, maybe?”

“Sure, I’ll see what we have.”

And then Eddie just...sits there. He can’t actually remember the last time he just...sat on a couch. The only place the Omega at the ranch are allowed to sit is either the floor, when they’ve been told to, the table, but only when eating...and probably their beds in the dorm.

Sitting here feels kind of naughty, actually, sitting here, relaxing, comfortable and warm. Eddie touches the lush, velvety feel of the couch, it’s really nice, really soft-“chicken and pasta?” Eddie nearly jumps out of his fucking skin. Like he’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Logically, he knows that isn’t the case, but his feet are tingling regardless.

Steve can actually cook, who knew? Well, it might only be a simple dish, browned off chicken chunks in something creamy and mushroomy, sitting on some pasta, but it’s absolutely delicious.

“We should probably get someone to look at your feet tomorrow.”

Eddie shrugs, nearly vibrating with excitement at the sight of garlic bread and trying his best to hide it, “always been fine before.”

“Still, I wouldn’t want them getting infected. Do you want me to tell Hopper anything about your uncle? I presume he will be busy for a little bit but…?”

Eddie swallows but...nods, Steve getting his phone and Hoppers card, “he’s called Wayne Munson, he’s my dads brother. He lives in a trailer park in, uhm, Hawkins. Indiana.”

Steve taps at his phone, “that’s not actually that far, we could...probably drive that, maybe in a day, once you feel up to it. I’ll see what Hopper says, see if he gets back to us tomorrow, I figure we've both had a long day.”

And that sounds...well. Eddie's running out of reasons to be suspicious, to question this, to question Steve. He has a little kernel of hope, real, genuine hope, growing inside him now...that this is true. That he's going to be free. That he's going to see Wayne.

Eddie nods, keeps eating, is thrilled when Steve offers him a beer, nodding happily. Steve withdraws it at the last second, “wait, just how old are you?”

“Errr…twenty one?”

Steve laughs, “try again,” but he does hand over the beer.

“Eighteen. I was there for a couple of years, maybe a bit longer, they got me walking home from school. Pretty sure my parents wouldn’t have, you know, noticed, probably best I don’t go back there, anyway. Quite a few Omega came through in the time that I was, you know, there...”

Steve’s staring off into space though, looking somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder, clearly not listening.“-oh.”

“Errr...Steve, you okay?” Steve looks like his brain has just stalled. Like completely shut down, “Steve, man, you’re freaking me out a bit here.”

Steve frowns, finally showing some life, his fork still literally hanging in air, half way to his mouth, “Tommy Hagan is probably being arrested.”

“I, err...I mean, yeah? I fucking hope he is?”

As Eddie watches, a bit of chicken falls off Steve’s fork and splats onto his plate, “right now, other than me, you, and the FBI...no one knows that. That Tommy’s being arrested, arrested for something fucking terrible.”

“Riiight…”

“He’s being arrested for something he can’t come back from. It’ll got public. His names about to be mud. His stocks are going to tank. Every part of everything Tommy owns is about to go up in flames.” Steve’s fork clangs onto the plate, “I’m so sorry, I have to go to work.”

“I...what?”

Steve’s already picking up his phone, his keys, sliding on his jacket, “help yourself to anything you need, I’ll be back...at some point.” Steve’s already calling someone, “I need you in the office, right now. I want Wheeler, from legal, make sure finance is there, actually, make sure Henderson has availability tomorrow,” Steve comes back from the front door, sliding a business card in front of Eddie, “no, right now, I’m on my way, twenty minutes.”

Eddie looks at the card; it’s Steve’s, has his email, office number and mobile on it, presumably so Eddie can get hold of him. Eddie’s pretty sure he just witnessed the first steps of a hostile take over, or something.

And now he’s in this massive house, all alone.

Link to Part Four

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Beyond Apperances ~ LF

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

GENRE: established relationships, comfort fic, Felix comforting reader who is feeling a little insecure, mentions of feeling ugly,

PAIRING: Felix X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

In the serene atmosphere of the University library, you find yourself nested among rows and rows of bookshelves scrolling through your phone trying not to let the tears you were holding back go.

Lately, there have been some dumb trends going around on the internet of transformation videos of people going from "ugly" to "gorgeous", from "ugly duckling" to "swan" and your phone was being bombarded with them. Which wouldn't be an issue if it wasn't making you feel so shitty or it. There was one common theme in all of the transformations you were being shown and that was-

Glasses coming off, and their hair being down or styled a different way and instantly your heart sunk every time you watched someone transform like that. The first part of the videos was how you dressed, glasses were always perched on your nose, and your hair was always styled in an updo, not because it was easy but it was because you'd always been comfortable that way. That and it always seemed to frame your face better if you wore your hair that way, something you had always seen as beautiful to you but now you weren't so sure.

The longer you scrolled through the trend the more you began to wish you could see yourself through the lens of the transformations, to shed your glasses and change your hair just so you could be seen as conventionally beautiful. But every time you'd tried to picture yourself like that, you felt guilt and betrayal toward your own identity. 

Sighing to yourself you put your phone down on the table and laid your head down on your book, you needed time away from social media and everything about that dumb trend.

"I bought us both hot chocolates, I also got us some baked goods and a packet of sweets because I figured we would...need..." Felix's voice trailed to a stop as he found you sitting with your head on your book.

"Yn are you okay?" He sat down across from you, the two of you were supposed to be working on a project together but he could already sense that something was wrong and he was going to do anything to make it better.

"I'm fine," You lied, lifting your head up and carefully taking the hot chocolate your boyfriend had gotten for you. Felix narrowed his eyes at you, he knew you were lying but he didn't want to push you too hard when he knew you would come to him when the timing was right. 

"Okay, well. I highlighted everything I thought was important to the presentation, I think if we can add in a little flare we can win over our professor," Felix continued to talk about the presentation the two of you were supposed to be working on but your eyes had travelled behind him when you saw Kathrine Webber.

She was one of the prettiest girls in the school and she'd been one of the ones to bring the trend to life you couldn't help but feel jealous of her as you watched her closely. Her long black hair was curled and styled down her chest, she wore light makeup and looked as though she'd stepped right off the pages of a magazine.

"Yn...Are you listening?" Felix asked, snapping your attention back to him as you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat,

"Actually, I think I just need some fresh air," You said, your voice coming out a tad shaky.

"But-"

"I'm not feeling great, I'll work on the project at home," Without even giving Felix a chance to say anything you got up, dragging your bag and practically sprinting out of the library so fast you'd left behind a cloud of smoke. But you couldn't stay there, there was no way you were able to do it not with everything going on in your head.

As you walked home you couldn't help your mind going back to the videos you'd been seeing and feeling the doubt creep back over you. You hadn't been insecure about your glasses since you were in primary school when all the kids teased you for it.

Your glasses had been a constant companion since you were a child, a necessity since you'd been born with nearsightedness and you'd grown accustomed to them over the years. But you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that they were now, somehow, detracted from your beauty. Was it really that awful to wear glasses?

In this day and age everything was accepted and thought of as beautiful so why was this trend so damn popular. Inadequacy began to gnaw at you from the inside, doubts flooded your mind as you thought back on the videos. Would Felix love you more if you suddenly wore your hair differently or took off your glasses? Would you finally get seen as "beautiful" in the eyes of society? 

As you lay in bed that night, your thoughts began to swirl deeper with insecurities and you couldn't help but wonder if you were ever able to see yourself as beautiful.

Anxiety bloomed inside of your chest as you walked through the halls of your university and you could have sworn people were beginning to stare at you which made you more nervous about what you'd done.

All weekend you'd spent your time getting ready to transform yourself, you'd invested in some contact lenses, gotten your hair done and you had felt confident until people were staring at you. The was now doubt nagging at you as you walked through the halls, was this who you were supposed to be?

Completely lost in your thoughts, you barely even noticed as Alex walked toward you, 

"Whoa." He breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration as you smiled at him, your cheeks beginning to burn.

"You look...incredible," You'd been hoping for his approval but the intensity of his reaction was taking you by surprise. Was this what he wanted you to look like?

"Thanks...I wanted to try something different, to see if I could change." You admit, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. Felix stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from yours,

"You look so beautiful," A pang of uneasiness filled you, and tears began to build up as you stared at him. This whole thing had been a mistake and you suddenly felt sick,

"Do you prefer me like this?" Your voice broke as you stared at him, waiting for him to say something but he was completely taken aback as he stared at you,

"What?" He chuckled nervously, Wondering what you were talking about.

"With my hair different and my glasses gone...Do I look better?" He could see the way your mind was ticking and he shook his head at you,

"Yn." He started but you shook your head, stuttering a little as you took a step back from him. Suddenly it felt as though the walls were closing in on you and you needed to get out of there, to go home and change again.

"I have to go," You whispered, taking off but this time Felix was behind you, running after you as you hid in the library. 

Slowly Felix walked up at you, you were staring up at the ceiling trying not to let the tears flow freely.

"Yn..." He trailed off, his hand gently rubbing your back as you sniffled a little.

"Tell me what's going on baby, or I can't help," You nodded a little, swallowing the lump that was in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before pouring out everything you'd been thinking about to Felix - your insecurities about your appearance, the longer to see yourself as beautiful without conforming to society's standards and your fear that you'd never measure up to images you saw online.

Felix listened intently the whole time, his heart breaking at the sight of you being so vulnerable, he reached out gently and wiped the tear off your cheek.

"Yn, look at me." He said,his voice stern but soft all at the same time.

"You're beautiful just the way you are...Your intelligence, your kindness your strength- those are things that make you truly stunning," He breathed out as you stared at him.

"But what about my glasses? My hair?" You mumbled a little, your head looking down at the floor until Felix tilted you back to look at him,

"Your glasses are a part of who you are, just like your hair being styled up. They're not something you should hide or even be ashamed of...They're part of what makes you unique and what makes you, you." He smiled warmly at you, your chest squeezing tightly as you felt peace settling over you.

"You're beautiful now but you're even more beautiful than before," He smiled at you, reaching into his bag and finding the spare pair of glasses he kept around for you.

"I have your spares if you wanna change the contacts," He offered your head slowly nodding as you carefully took out the contacts that had been irritating you all morning.

"They're annoying anyway," You mumbled, throwing them into a nearby bin and putting on your glasses again, earning a giant grin from your boyfriend.

At that moment you felt a weight lift off your shoulders, Felix wrapped his arms around you bringing you into a tight embrace. 

"You know you can be anything you want to be, but Yn...Never forget you're already perfect just the way you are..." He smiled at you, kissing your temple softly.

"Beauty isn't defined by appearance, it's defined by the kindness in your heart, the intelligence in your mind and the love you give to everyone," Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you gazed up at Felix, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

"Thank you...For always seeing me, loving me and seeing me for who I am." You sniffled as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you," He told you, looking up at the clock and smirking.

"How about we skip and just go get snacks...We can watch cheesy films all day." He suggested as you snuggled closer to him,

"Sounds perfect to me." You breathed out, the two of you walking out of the library and in the direction of the exit.

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[sanhwaism]

bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205°F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

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[blackhairedjjun]

(love)sick

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, comfort, valentines themed! | word count: 1.2k | warnings: pet names (baby, love), profanity, mentions of food, getting sick

summary: yeonjun gets sick on valentine's day. you don't mind, as long as you get to spend the day with your beloved.

author's notes: happy valentines day!! i think - it's no longer valentines day in my timezone lol. anyway, i crammed this fic while i was sick myself and after watching yeonjun's make it happen documentary (which also features him getting sick) and somehow the brain cells crossed and produced... this? LOL yeah

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you know that something is wrong when yeonjun calls you and asks to meet up with him at his apartment instead of picking you up from work.

it isn’t the seeming lack of chivalry that bothers you — you like stopping by your boyfriend’s apartment anyway — but the way his voice sounds on the phone. it’s hoarse and thin, and it wasn’t just the patchy cell signal outside your office building making him sound that way. his words themselves were scratchy, as if it takes him some difficulty to get them out. “i’m so sorry, baby,” he says, the word sorry sounding like a groan. “i don’t feel well enough to drive…”

“jjunie, are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” he croaks. he does not sound fine. “just need… to rest a bit. we can move the reservation by… half an hour…”

moments later, you tap your foot now and then on the bus ride from your office to his apartment, the rumbling nowhere near loud enough to drown out the frenzy in your thoughts. yeonjun booked a reservation at a fancy restaurant for valentine’s day, which he apparently had been planning since the two of you got together. you barely managed to wrangle out any hints on what he had in store, but you could tell from the shine in his eyes and his mischievous little giggles that he had something grand and romantic in mind. with the way his voice sounded on the phone, though, he might not be feeling well enough to put any of those plans into motion.

the bus gets to your stop and you practically jump off. half-walking, half-running, you head towards the sleek new apartment building yeonjun calls home, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. it doesn’t stop once you get to the building, or on the elevator ride to his place, or even until you turn the knob on his door. please, please, your thoughts echo, please let my jjunie be okay.

as you enter, you spot on the little table by the hallway a giant box of assorted chocolates and a bouquet of roses and carnations, still in pristine condition. your face grows warm at the sight — you mentioned previously to yeonjun that you wanted some pink flowers along with the traditional red — but it also rattles your nerves. yeonjun wouldn’t just leave these by his apartment, he’d usually hide them from you and wait for the right time to present them...

you walk past the valentine’s gifts. when you reach yeonjun’s bedroom door, you give a quick knock. “jjunie, it’s me…”

there’s a low groan from inside. shit, he sounds worse than you thought. “baby, i… i’m not ready yet…”

“i’m coming in anyway, okay?”

you push the door open and your heart drops at the sight.

the room is balmy. yeonjun is sprawled on his bed, half-dressed, all energy seemingly drained from his form. you gasp and rush to his side; upon closer look, his face is pale and the skin under his eyes is dark. 

“hi, baby…” he rasps. “you look pretty.”

“oh, jjunie…” you reach for him and feel his forehead with your palm. “shit. you’re burning up.”

“i burn for you, baby,” he says with a cough. he tries to be smooth about it with a smirk but it just looks like a lopsided grin to you.

you let out a chuckle but it does little to hide your worries. your hand comes up to his forehead again and you brush aside a few strands of hair from there. his skin burns hot.

“you’re sick, jjunie. i can’t… we can’t go out like this. i’m sorry baby, you need to rest.”

yeonjun’s eyes widen at your words. he forces himself to sit up and lets out a low whine. “but it’s valentine’s day! i planned this for months and—”

“i know, but you’re not well enough to go out. i’m really sorry.”

“no baby, i can make it, i一” cough! cough!

he groans and his body tips toward you. you catch him, arms circling his waist, and he buries his face in your neck. even with the heat radiating from his skin, you can feel the tears pricking at his eyes.

“i’m so sorry, baby…” he chokes back a sob. “i wanted to treat you well today, and…”

you feel his tears flow as yeonjun holds on to you, and your hold on him tightens into a full hug. with him in your arms mourning the end of your valentine’s dinner, his love for you pours out of him completely; the disappointment of the canceled date weighs on him more heavily than his illness, and it sinks into him as he clings to you. you think of the flower bouquet and the chocolate box left in the hallway and imagine how eager he must have been to give them to you and see the look on your face. 

“i’m sorry,” yeonjun whispers again. the tone of his voice makes a dull ache shift in your chest.

“oh, my jjunie,” you coo, and he nuzzles into you at the sound of your voice. “don’t be sorry. we couldn’t have predicted this. and all i care about now is making sure you feel well.”

“but… the dinner…”

“we can always have it some other time, okay? like for our anniversary or for my birthday. or for an ordinary day. it doesn’t have to be on valentine’s as long as i’m with you.”

“i know, but…” 

even when he isn’t fully convinced, yeonjun allows you to set him down on his bed. he reaches out for you and you take his hand, kissing it and placing it on your cheek. the gesture causes him to finally smile, and his fingers trace your cheekbone.

“i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you too, my jjunie.” you lean into his touch. “and you take such good care of me every day. i mean, you planned a whole dinner just for me! that’s amazing.”

yeonjun coughs, but you can see him blushing despite his fever.

“and we’ll have that dinner someday, i promise, but not now.” you place your hand atop his on your cheek; it still burns, but you don’t care. “right now all i want to do is take care of you, like you always do for me. i want to see you get better, i want to stay with you here. and i wouldn’t want to spend my valentine’s day any other way.”

when you finish speaking you bend down to give him one more kiss on the forehead. yeonjun remains speechless for a few moments, simply gazing at you, but his eyes are filled with so much affection and tenderness that you can’t look away. even when he’s sick, he’s the most beautiful man in the world to you — how can he be otherwise when he looks at you like that?”

“you’re… amazing,” he says at last. “please stay…”

your heart swells and you smile at him.

“of course, love.”

you sit on the edge of his bed, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers together. yeonjun manages to shift his position to be closer to you, then his arms wrap around your side. he leans his head on you, feeling your warmth. 

“the reservation,” you murmur. “i should cancel...”

your words are interrupted by a groan from yeonjun as he snuggles further into you. you let out a giggle.

“okay, okay. i’ll stay.”

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[stayteezdreams]

Celebrating Valentines Day {Hyung Line}

Headcanons/Scenarios: How you celebrate Valentines Day together - Hyung Line

{Maknae Line}

Pairings: Ateez Hyung Line x Gn!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating

Words: 0.6k

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is a classic romantic.

So when you woke up on Valentines morning you wouldn't find him in the bed beside you, but a single flower on his pillow instead.

He would surprise you with breakfast in bed, more flowers, and your favorite chocolates/candy.

Seonghwa gets gratification out of how you react to this, and his smile would never leave his face.

It would shine even brighter when you surprised him with his own flowers and gift that you had gotten him.

He got you matching couple rings as a present, sort of like promise rings in a way.

If you don't wear rings he would get you a chain so you could where it around your neck, or hang it somewhere.

You spent the day together before going out to a special dinner together.

Ending the night with a lovely walk, holding hands while looking up at the starry sky.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would stress about how to surprise you on Valentines Day.

You had a reservation at one of your favorite restaurants for dinner

But, he wanted to do something unique, fun and special before then.

After various ideas and scrapped plans, he decided on taking you to a flower market.

He bought you one of every flower you loved.

So by the end you ended up with two enormous bouquets.

They also had various sweets and desserts, which he bought you many of as well.

Even though you enjoyed the market Hongjoong knew it wouldn't feel like enough to him.

So he had spent the few days prior finishing a song he had been working on for some time.

It was dedicated to you, and showcased his love for you.

It was beautiful and heartfelt, and one of the best gifts you could have ever asked for.

Yunho

Yunho decided to take you on a picnic for Valentines Day.

He had asked you about it before, to make sure it was something you would enjoy.

You were very happy with the idea and helped him plan various foods and drinks.

You even baked a cake together, complete with strawberry hearts.

You spent the morning preparing the food together.

He took you to a cute and somewhat secluded spot in a wooded park with a view of a small rive.

Yunho surprised you with a chain that had a key with an engraved heart an Yunho's initials on it.

He had a matching chain on that he had been wearing around his neck unseen by you.

It was a lock with a heart on it and your initials.

Because to Yunho, you had the key to his heart.

Yes it was cheesy, but it was cute.

You spent most of the day lounging around in the park, playing games like tag, hide and seek and I Spy.

The day didn't have to be exciting and "special" for the two of you to enjoy it to the fullest.

Yeosang

I imagine Valentines Day is yours and Yeosang's anniversary.

He admitted his feelings on a previous Valentines Day and the two of you started dating.

So each Valentines for you was a bit more special.

After you surprised Yeosang with a cute breakfast - which he adored- the two of you took a trip to the beach.

It was a bit cold, but he made sure you dressed warm.

He bought you a hot drink, and held your hand.

The two of you walked along the beach for a couple hours before walking around the nearest town.

You got food and did some shopping.

He bought you flowers and some decadent chocolates, while you bought him a teddy bear and some cakes.

You ended up booking a hotel near the beach for the night before getting dinner.

You watched the sunset on the beach your head on his shoulder as he held your hand tightly.

Bonus: I think Yeosang would propose to you on your anniversary/Valentines Day as well once you had been together for a few years.

xx

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[bywons]

୨୧ STRAWBERRIES WITH CHOCOLATE— y. jungwon

pairing. yang jungwon x f!reader        w.c.  0.5k               tw/cw. not proofread mentions of food, blood(to describe blushing), kissing, tell me if i missed out smnthg!        genre. college au, non idol au

sru's note! oh my gah writing after a long time, so excuse me if it's bad :( reblogs are appreciated!

m.list ⏐ requests are open! ⏐ navi

The library was rather quite. But of course there would be faint noises of rapid turning of pages and scribbling sounds of pen against paper, accompanied with hushed whispers of random gossips among the students.

But right now there was a higher frequency beside your ear, blubbering nonsense, while munching on the chocolate coated strawberries you made.

"—and then professor Kang decides to kick me out of the class?! Whereas i was just earin som shhtrawberries bro!" Yang Jungwon, the constant trouble up your ass, kept on rambling incoherently while shamelessly munching on the snacks.

"i think professor Kang did a wonderful job", you sighed, drifting your eyes over the texts of the open book in your lap.

You could already feel the heavy eye rolls from Jungwon as he moved his whole body to face you, a small plastic box of few remaining chocolate coated strawberries in his hands.

Jungwon leaned closer and you could figure out his little cocky smirk already. the box of strawberries now rested on the library floor, as he got closer to your ear, his breathe hot and hitting your cheeks, his lips grazing your ears like a feather.

"oh?", jungwon chuckled as he whispered, "you're only saying this cause i'm with you now, aren't ya?"

"oh shut up 'won!", you immediately shifted your head away from him but you couldn't control the evident blush that dawned on your cheeks. his proximity, his low voice and the tingling sensation on your ears were just enough to feel blood shoot up to your ears.

"how can i shut up now that you've given me a nickname, hmm?", jungwon smirked once more, tossing another of the strawberries in his mouth.

"i-", you couldn't formulate a single sentence at this point as jungwon would always have a flirtatious and smug comeback up his sleeve. he grinned, leaning down against the library shelf.

his striking smile also added to your now dumb state, by the way.

"You've been eating these for a week now", the book was closed in your lap and pointed towards the very plastic box in jungwon's hands with a bored pout.

"That's cause you've been makin' me these for a week, sweetcheeks", jungwon winked.

rolling your eyes, you scoffed, tilting your head as you watched jungwon munch away the snacks you made for him, looking ever so compelling even in an action as simple as this.

suddenly he just pulled you closer, letting your head flush against his chest and your skin bathe from his body heat.

"jungwon i think there's a lot of people h—"

"mm-hmm, i know," he cuts you off, wrapping a hand around your shoulder, "but i know for a fact that we're at the very back of the library, and i only care about my sweetcheeks and this cute stuff she made for me."

yang jungwon was yet again successful in making blood rush up to your cheeks, only this time, he had both your bodies falling together like puzzle pieces.

"by the way," you mumbled, playing with the loose strings hanging from jungwons sweater, while he saved one last strawberry in the box, "are the strawberries any sweet?"

"sweet as sugar," jungwon sang. he guided your neck upwards to him, as he looked down at you, smiling ever so softly.

"but you know what is even sweeter?"

"what?"

although you didn't get any verbal answer from jungwon, the answer did come from his lips, by connecting his to yours, to a saccharine kiss. heck, you could even taste the strawberries with chocolate!

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[fictionalmenxyn]

Heya! I hope you're doing well 🫶🏻🫶🏻 may I request some hcs about how would tf141, könig and alejandro react their s/o is single mom? Also I thought it'd be funny like they swear and their s/o just says "tsk, don't use that word again"

Of course I can do this for you! :)

Ghost

At first he’s hesitant not to be in a relationship with you

But rather to meet your kid/s he thinks they aren’t going to like him or find him scary

But you reassured him and told him you have mentioned what he looks like

As soon as he felt confident enough the kid/s met him

They loved him completely they found him cool as of what he does and that he does the same thing as their mom

He shows them cools things like in the garden and teaches them to use stuff to make hits or whatever

They love him and he loves them

Not just he teaches them stuff but they teach him stuff

Like their favourite games, play football or even play on the x box

And once he found out there are army games he was happy to play on the x box with the kids

Soap

Instantly in love with the fact you have kids

Definitely buys them things before they meet him

And when you mention what they like he keeps a note on it

So if they liked drawing like him he’d buy something related or if your read or play games he’ll buy something like that

When he meets them they enjoyed how entertaining he is and how energetic he can be

He was particularly one with the kids

Like if they want to play a prank on you he’s definitely a part of it and helps them

If they want a bed time story he’ll read to them and let you have a rest as he knows it can be hard as a single parent

Sometimes if the kid/s have worn him out he’ll read the book and fall asleep laying next to them

He’ll make pancakes and help you with cooking, sometimes even get the kids to help

Gaz

Definitely first saw them on FaceTime first before in person

And they lived chatting with him so much they got his number so they can FaceTime together

If they are almost a teen they definitely send him funny TikTok’s

When he meets them in person it’s like they already knew him

They have so much fun together it honestly warms your heart

If they are young and heard him swear or you and they say it in front of him he’ll say something like ‘oi, that’s my word I coined it’ kinda like Tony from avengers endgame with his daughter Morgan

Definitely let’s then lay on him if they are little so they can watch Netflix on his phone while you cuddle to Gaz’s side

Let’s you do whatever as he like Soap can guess that being a single mom is hard so he’ll look after then while you do your daily routine especially in the morning

The kids love when he takes them to school they like to show their friends that he’s their ‘step dad’ and he feels proud when they call him that

You allow the kid/s to call him ‘step dad’ and only because Gaz is comfortable about it

Price

Your kid/s are somewhat shy so when he got to their level he spoke ‘don’t worry I won’t bite. Besides I have a gift for you’

Buys them something like a small toy or sweets to win them over

After a hour they came round and loved him cause like who doesn’t? He is such a father figure that Gaz isn’t just his ‘child’ but your kid/s are now his kid/s

He makes them breakfast and lunch if you are busy to go to your other job or if you were packing their pe kits

Definitely tells them things and tells them to tell you. Like he’ll say ‘go tell mom she’s pretty’ and then the kid/s will run to wherever you are and tell you

Tells them cool stories of his past or ‘war’ stories. You make the kid/s hot chocolate so they can have it while listening cause you know the stories are somewhat long

Watches movies every Friday night as it’s a new tradition in the household

Can’t say no if your kids give the puppy dog eyes. He caves every time sometimes he comes home with them after a day out and they have ice cream over their faces and a toy in hand

Loves when it’s like a presentation thing or a school play as he loves seeing the kids faces light up when they see you two sat in the audience

He’s also there for them no matter what. If they need to vent he’ll go to the living room or somewhere private so your kid can tell him everything and he’ll comfort them and then help find a solution

Alejandro

They didn’t know he was Mexican but once they found out they found it quite interesting and fascinating

As every kid would do they’d ask him to say somethings in Spanish and they’d find it so cool and he loved that

They’d most likely ask to teach them

He’d definitely get them to try new food that he would make and somehow managed to get your kid (if they are picky) to eat any type of food

Definitely loves taking them to the beach if it’s close by. Definitely helps make sand castles while you sun bathe and then will grab some water in the bucket and him and the kids would tip it over you for a laugh

Tries to help you and the kids as much as possible. If your getting ready still he’ll take the kid/s to school. He’ll help them get changed or make their lunch

Definitely like Gaz when it comes to trouble making. And obviously he will get away with it just by giving you a quick kiss and saying ‘only doing it cause the kid/s wanted me to’

Takes them to play places with you. You two will have a chat and a drink while they ran around and get all their energy out

Definitely fun and the kids are obsessed with him

Definitely in love with you even more and loves the kid/s

König

Honestly he’s more shy than the kids and nervous cause of his height he thought he’d scare the kids away

When he first met them your kid/s went up to him and introduced themselves

He found that they were quite polite and friendly so he became more comfortable

If they are a girl he’ll go into the garden and make daisy chains or plant flowers

and if it’s a boy he’ll play games or take them out of a bike whatever they want to do he’s fully up for it not matter the gender or interest

He wants to try his best as he has never been a ‘father figure’ before so he was nervous but he tries his best and you can see that

Loves taking them to ice cream shops or parlours anything sweet related he’s up for it as he has just as big of a sweet tooth as your kid/a do

Loves cuddling up and watching movies together. You on one side and the kid/a on the other

Definitely likes to watch animal documentaries with them especially Sir David Attenborough. For some reason since he’s been with you and you were to watch it he was fascinated by the show and Sir David’s voice

Overall, he is a brilliant father figure to the kids and loves them with all his heart he is glad they like him and want him around

Hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long I haven’t had as much time or motivation but it’s finally here. Also I am open to requests again and just to know that it won’t be out exactly the next day but it would be out soon.

Have a good day/night!

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #gaz x reader #könig x reader #ghost x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #alejandro x reader

[whats-it-mean]

Period cramps? Never fear, the great 707 is here ☆

i just got my period and i am n o t having it and yknow what i want. i want someone to give me blankets and hot chocolate and tea and hsdksjdl. Also the mysmes brainrot is real so why not combine the two !! its a bit short today but im tired so whatcha gonna do

C/W - Reader is suggested to be AFAB (it's a period comfort fic, what did you expect) but no pronouns or specific gender

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

Although he ultimately struggled to express it sometimes, Seeing you all bundled up on the couch, face scrunched up in discomfort, he could feel his own mood souring. You had your nose buried in whatever manga you’d wrapped yourself up in this time, but your focus was all over the place with how much your abdomen hurt. There was no way to think straight through the pain, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and it bothered him almost as much as it bothered you. It had been a bit since he had slipped out through the entryway with a promise to return soon, with the grin on his face that only meant he was up to something, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to pay too much mind to it.

After about a half hour of you sitting on the couch, stomach aching and barely even reading your book anymore, the jingle from the doorway ensuring your boyfriends return had you directing your gaze to the hallway that led to the door, where said red-haired boy poked his head around the corner, watching you for a reaction.

“Seven…?” You asked, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him, manga now forgotten as it lay abandoned at your side.

He smiled at you, eyes closed while he beamed. “I got you a couple things~” He said, reaching out a hand to showcase the full shopping bag that dangled from his arm.

“Eh--? Why did you--”

He strode over to you, sitting down on the floor next to the couch you sat on as he shushed you, before turning to open the bag. He seemed rather proud of himself as he pulled it open, reaching in and handing you a freshly bought, fluffy blanket in your favorite color, offering it to you with the cutest grin on his face.

“I got you a better blanket, some extra supplies, some hot chocolate…” As he spoke, he laid each item out in a pile, eyeing you from time to time to make sure you were watching him and his little performance. “I got you a heating pad too, Jaehee mentioned once that those are useful. Do you want me to make you the hot chocolate now, or wait a bit?”

You stared at him, completely still as you watched him stare right back, puppy dog eyes on full display. “W- What is… Why……?”

He grinned at you as if it was obvious. Leave it to Seven to make you feel stupid even on your period. “You looked uncomfy, so I wanted to help~ Is that okay?”

Well, how are you meant to say no to that?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  End

#period fic #period cramps #⤥ Mairu Writes ! #mysmes #mysmes x reader #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #luciel choi x reader #seven x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #mm x reader

[lupinmoonlight]

oh my god, I literally ate your whole stories with remus.

I wanna take a request actually.. nothing special just jealous!remmy and smutty 😴

LOVE LOVE YOU

Ownership

Masterlist AO3

Summary - Your favourite professor (Remus Lupin) has been ignoring you. You try to get his attention by teasing him and flirting with a boy from your year. He keeps you after class and makes you pay for it.

Warnings - teacher/student relationship (student is an adult), smut, mentions of gagging, mentions of bruises, implicit mentions of choking, mention of safe word but not used, swallowing, pain, my grammar.

Note - OMG thank you so much for your comment and thank you for your request! I hope this is what you wanted. I love writing possessive!/jealous!Remus because it really contrasts with the comfort character I associate him with.

It had been a while since your favourite professor had paid any attention to you. You were missing him. You had grown used to being kept after class and invited into his "office" for "private lessons". But lately, he barely even looked at you. You knew the full moon was coming and he always lectured you about how he needed to keep you safe, so he tended to keep his distance during that time. But it made you roll your eyes at him. You hated it. You needed him. You craved him. 

If he wasn't gonna give you the attention you wanted, you decided that you were gonna make him. During that week, you made sure to wear your shortest skirts to class. You even started flirting with that Slytherin boy, Draco, who had been after you since the beginning of the year. You played his game, letting Draco walk you to class, letting his hand rest on your thigh during class, making sure your professor would see. As Draco whispered sweet nothings in your ears before class started, you were interrupted by your professor's soft yet commanding voice "Miss L/N, please see me after class." 

You felt your stomach flutter at his words. You tried to keep yourself in check for the rest of the class, but the anticipation was too much and you couldn't stop fidgeting and squirming in your seat. After what felt like an eternity, the class came to an end and everyone filed out of the room, leaving you and your professor alone. 

You remained seated, your heart beating out of your chest, as the tension in the room was palpable. You watched him as he calmly collected his notes and books from his desk, not even glancing in your direction. The silence hung heavy between both of you and you felt a knot forming in your stomach. 

He finally looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. You recognized the darkness in them, and it went straight between your legs. You squirmed again, looking away, the intensity of it all already overwhelming you. With a flick of his hand, the door to his quarters slammed open and you knew exactly what you had to do.

Your heart raced, your newfound determination to make him jealous was soon overshadowed by fear. You swallowed hard and nodded, following him into his quarters where he led you straight to his bedroom. The room was a reflection of himself- warm, inviting, and filled with knowledge, but it was also a stark contrast to what you knew was about to happen. A faint aroma of chocolate and sandalwood lingered in the air and it was already intoxicating. 

As soon as he closed the door behind you, he pinned you to the wall, his hand tightly gripping your chin. His eyes were dark with jealousy and possessiveness. 

"What do you think you're doing, Miss L/N?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. 

You tried to pull away, but he held you in place, his grip on your chin tightening. "Answer me," he demanded. 

Your heart was racing with fear and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered. 

He leaned in closer, his hot breath against your face. "Don't lie to me," he warned. 

"Remus I promise I-" you tried to explain, but you were interrupted by his hand travelling down from your chin to your throat, applying just enough pressure for you to feel his grasp but not enough to cause discomfort. He could feel your pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingers. 

He felt his jealousy grow stronger at your use of his first name. "That's professor to you. Do you understand?" he corrected you, his voice low and dominant. You nodded, not trusting your voice enough. 

"I don't like when little boys put their dirty hands on what's mine," he continued, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, and the possessiveness in his voice made you feel both scared and aroused at the same time. 

"I'm sorry, Professor," you whispered, your voice barely audible. 

He leaned in closer, his lips close to your ear. "You will be," he said, his grip tightening around your throat. "No one else can have you. You're mine. Do you understand?" he growled. 

"Yes, Professor," you murmured, keeping your eyes downcast. 

"Say it," he commanded.

"I'm yours," you whispered.

"Good girl," he praised, loosening his grip on you. "Now, I want you to undress for me, slowly. I want to see every inch of your body."

You hesitated but knew better than to protest. He watched as you stripped down, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. 

"Keep your eyes on me," he instructed. 

He held your gaze as you obediently followed his instructions, your body trembling with anticipation. 

"Kneel for me," he commanded as he started unbuttoning his trousers. The bulge of his arousal already evident. You obeyed without hesitation this time. He placed his fingers on your lips, teasing you with his touch. You could feel the tension building between the two of you, and you knew you were about to regret what you had done that week.

"Open your mouth," he said as he finally freed himself from his underwear. Your heart raced as you complied with his request. He placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you towards him. You eagerly took him in, moving your mouth up and down his length. His body tensed with pleasure at the feeling of your wet warmth. 

His grip on your hair tightened as he thrusted into your mouth. "I bet your little Slytherin friend would love to have your lips around him like that," he teased as he pushed himself further down your throat, making it difficult to breathe. "But you're mine, and no one else can have you like that." 

You gagged a little as he hit the back of your throat. You wanted to pull away to gasp for air, but he didn't seem to care and just pushed himself deeper, using you for his own pleasure. 

His pace became erratic and you could tell he was already close. He held your head firmly in place as he fucked your mouth and you had no choice but to submit to him. Finally, he pushed himself as far as he could and you felt a warm liquid hit the back of your throat. 

"Swallow," he commanded, looking down at your watery eyes. "All of it." 

You obeyed, eagerly swallowing around him. You felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over you as you realized you had caused him to lose control like that. 

He pulled away from you, his eyes filled with lust. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice low and rough. You felt another shiver run down your spine at his words. You knew that he was dominant behind closed doors, but you had never experienced anything like this before. The thought of your actions making him go feral like that was both thrilling and terrifying. 

He pulled you up to your feet and dragged you to his bed. "On the bed, face down," he commanded. You obeyed without question, feeling a sense of anticipation building within you. You gasped as he approached you, his hands exploring your body with a possessive touch. "You're mine, Y/N. Mine to control, mine to use," he growled. 

You moaned softly, feeling a rush of arousal course through your body. He leaned down close to your neck and started biting you, leaving deep red bruises. He wanted to mark you, to leave his imprint on your body for everyone to see who you belonged to.

He ran his hands over your back, feeling the curve of your spine and the softness of your skin. "Now, I want you to spread your legs for me," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. 

Your heart raced as you complied, feeling a surge of desire as he positioned himself between your thighs. He took hold of your hips, pulling you close as he entered you with a deep thrust. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion and tried to squirm away from the sting of being stretched so quickly. "Stay still," he commanded as his grip became bruising. "You're mine to use, and I want you to feel every inch of me. Do you understand?" 

You nodded, unable to speak. You felt a mix of fear and arousal. You knew you could always use your safe word if you needed, but you were curious to see how far he would push your limits. 

Unsatisfied with your response, he tangles his hand in your hair and lifted it up from the mattress. "Answer me. Do you understand?" he repeated, pulling your hair hard. 

"Yes, Professor," you whimpered. 

He pushed your face down the mattress again and moved his hand back to your hips. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled out all the way only to push himself back in forcefully, his grip on your hips unyielding. 

"Such a good girl," he whispered, praising your obedience. 

You bit your lip, trying to control your breathing as he pounded into you. He set a relentless pace as he claimed you completely. "Take it, Y/N. Take everything I give you," he commanded, his grip on your hips growing even tighter. 

You moaned in response, feeling a rush of pleasure replacing the pain. You wanted to surrender completely, giving yourself to him completely. This is what you had been craving. With a sense of abandon, you let yourself be used and claimed by the man you wanted. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. "You're going to cum when I say you can cum." he said as he felt you tighten around him. 

A silky fabric that you recognized as his tie is wrapped around your neck and a harsh tug makes you gasp for air as your face is lifted from the mattress. "Good girl, Y/N. That's it. Take it all," he growled as he kept fucking you hard. 

You whimpered, feeling the tension building inside of you. You weren't sure you could hold it, the idea of him dominating you like that turned you on too much. 

Finally, he gave you the signal, and you let go. You cried out as you came, your whole body shaking with the force of it. Your mind went blank and your body went limp, unable to hold yourself anymore, but the tie around your neck and his hand on your hip kept you firmly in place. 

He continued to pound into you, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent as he felt his second release building up. Burying himself as deep as he could, he let out a deep, low growl, and came inside you. 

He held you there as he remained inside of you, admiring the marks he had left on you. He stilled for a moment, catching his breath and enjoying the warmth of your body around him. Slowly, he released his bruising grip on your hips, and pulled out of you, watching the evidence of your intimacy leaking out of you. A sense of ownership washed over him. 

He gently removed his tie from around your neck and started carefully cleaning you up with a damp cloth, making sure to be gentle with the more sensitive areas. Once you were both cleaned up, he helped you sit and pulled a soft, comfortable sweater of his over your head. You let his scent and warmth envelop you, slowly bringing you back down from your high. 

"Are you okay, love?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. 

You nodded, but tears started streaming down your face, still feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. He climbed back in bed and pulled you to his chest, his hand gently rubbing your back as he spoke to you in a reassuring tone. 

"It's okay, I've got you," he said softly. "Just relax for a bit." He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a square of chocolate, offering it to you. You took it without protesting, letting the bittersweet treat melt on your tongue. 

"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked, a hint of a smile in his voice. 

You blushed at his words, but nodded because, yes, you got what you wanted: him. 

He chuckled softly and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there. The familiar scruff of his mustache tickled your skin and you felt whole again. You missed him. He held you close and you reveled in the warmth and safety of his embrace, letting yourself dift off into a peaceful sleep. 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin smut #i got carried away #dom!remus lupin #smut

[elderwisp]

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Atlas: So your boss had you work through your break? Bee… 

Taryn: It’s fiiine, I ate my granola bar in between sorting books.

Atlas: You know that isn’t a healthy place to be at, right?

Taryn: Yeah, but it pays decently.

Atlas: Are you like the sole provider of your house…?

Taryn: Oh no! I’m not sure if Kai mentioned it, but our parents are in Selvadorada taking care of my grandma. She’s really sick and well, we made this arrangement. They take care of a majority of rent and Kai and I take care of utilities and the rest. 

Atlas: Ah, I see. I’m sorry to hear about your grandma.

Taryn: I appreciate it. She’s a kind woman, she used to make me champurrado on Christmas and it was the best.

Atlas: That’s really sweet. I’ve always wondered what that tastes like. Growing up, Toni was adamant on us not meeting our grandparents, so we never got to experience anything. Is it just fancy hot chocolate?

Taryn: I mean it has chocolate, but the consistency and flavor is a bit different.

Atlas: Huh… Want to make some later on tonight?

Taryn: Sure! I was actually wondering, you seemed a bit eager to skip out on that party.

Atlas: Do you still feel bad? Don’t! Besides Dan couldn’t even type out a proper response which tells me they’re having a great time… Without me.

Taryn: So you did want to go.

Atlas: No! No. 

Atlas: I didn’t want to see Frances. That’s the honest answer. 

Taryn: OH, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize things were bad.

Atlas: Nah, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to sour the evening. 

Taryn: Atlas, you don’t have to pretend around me. What’s on your mind?

Atlas: Frances and I… We have our differences. Sometimes it feels like the things that matter to me aren’t important to her and that’s fine, I guess.

Taryn: And this is in regards to?

 Atlas: Toni. She feels like I have something to prove. 

Taryn: But you do. 

Atlas: Taryn-

Taryn: And you know you shouldn’t. 

Atlas: But-

Taryn: So the question is, why? 

Atlas: I think it’s the satisfaction of beating an impossible challenge. God, I sound like I’m into being humiliated or something.

Taryn: He isn’t worth it but you already know that. My job also isn’t worth it, I’m aware but people often do things that we know aren’t good for us. As for Frances, she isn’t your enemy, but I think maybe the two of you need to find common ground in how you both communicate. 

Atlas: [ begins to attempt to speak before falling silent again ]

Taryn: What?

Atlas: Nothing, I’m just glad to be here with you. Thank you. [ bewp ] Your glasses keep slipping down your face.

Taryn: I know, I need to get them fixed- Wait, don’t change the subject. You have something to say. 

Atlas: I dunno what you’re talking about. 

Taryn: Atlas the bike-

Atlas: Wha- Fuck! 

Taryn: I- We should head back.

Atlas: Yeah, of course.

#there's like so much on my mind after writing this i might talk about it in a separate post IDK YET #i personally feel like #this is the first actual moment that they both see each other because before there were moments in the past but i felt like #atlas was truly being the person in which he always presents himself which is a completely fabricated/polished version #so to be able to show up in a way that he rarely does (even around friends) is such a big deal to the point where he almost considered #telling taryn the one secret he's so ashamed to share GAH #GAHHH #IMMA SHUT UP NOW LMAOOOOO #tessellate #sims 4 story

[jjongslutz]

Umm...hi. It has been a few days but I am thinking how will Jay take care of you when you are on your periods. Omg, I can imagine him being VERY calm with my mood swings > <, I think he is the type to cook you good food, give you a massage (tho he will get horny but won't show it 😬), giving you heat pads and making you hot chocolates and others. Hope you will give wings to my this delulu idea 🤩. Btw, love your posts (I am always waiting for a notification from ya). Keep going, engene girl ✊🏻✊🏻.

the way i think about this every month when my period comes 🙏 (also thank you so much i really appreciate this 🥹)

he's the type to keep track of you period, either by literally writing it down in his calendar, or even having an app

whichever way he has it down, he'll always prepare in advance because he knows that it can sometimes be irregular

that means making sure the heating pack works okay, bringing chocolates, restocking the bin in his bathroom with sanitary pads and tampons (whichever one you prefer) even if you don't live together yet :(

he'll come pick you up as soon as you text him you're not feeling well and bring you to his bedroom to rest

best know the tv is set up with all your favourite shows/movies, he has a tray of food all ready for you (he knows you haven't had breakfast yet) with your heating pack

on the really bad days, he'll stay by your side throughout the day and get you whatever you need whenever you need it - consider him your personal servant lol

don't forget that he's a part-time not-so professional masseuse, so the second you mention muscle cramps he's taking the time to help you relax them

nsfw under the cut ↓

of course... this gets him riled up. from the way your skin is still hot from the heating pack, to the soft moans you release from the relieving massage

he'll try to brush it off, convince himself to not get horny "she's in pain" "it's not the time"

little does he know that you've been needing him so badly - your body's aching but you know the one thing that could make you feel better is having him inside you

it's true that orgasms help relieve the cramps from your period!!

so you start to roll your hips as he gently massages the small on your back, eliciting a pleasured hum as your thinly clothed pussy rubs against the mattress

"y/n..." jay breathes out

you hum in reply, your eyes closed while wearing a satisfied smile

"i need you"

and that's enough for you to push yourself up on your elbows, backing your ass into his growing erection. "make me feel good," you plead sensually

he could never deny you, so in a second he's pulling down your shorts, pushing your panties aside and sticking a finger into your cunt

you whine at the touch, "it's dirty," you complain, but jay isn't having it

"baby, i don't care," he says, making room for a second digit. "let me make you feel better"

and soon enough he has you coming hard on his fingers, but when you're still not satisfied, he's taking off his pants and stroking himself a few times before pushing himself deep into your pussy

when he's all bottomed out, he'll lean forward into your body until his chest is flushed against your back. delicately moving your hair out of your face, he'll leave a few soft kisses against your warm skin, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rocks into you at a slow, but rhythmic pace

period sex = gentle, loving sex in his books

at the end of it, he'll refuse to pull out knowing that you rather focus on the feeling of his cock still buried inside of you, than the agonizing cramps :(

of course, he'll reposition the both of you to make sure you're comfortable enough until you fall asleep, still cockwarming him to ease the pain

#⛓️ ⌗ asks! #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen au #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #jay smut #enhypen fanfic #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay x reader #jay x y/n #jay x you #jay x reader #jay au #jay fic #jay fanfic #jay #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours #enhypen hard headcanons #enha hard thoughts #enha hard hours #enha x reader #enha scenarios #enha imagines

[glitteredrry]

one last time

summary: Harry always knew that this day would come. He loves Y/N, but things weren’t meant to be.

warnings: angst, smut, angst!

wc: 3.3K

the prequel! the sequel!

“Harry? What are you doing here?” 

When she heard the harsh knocks on her door, she instantly hoped it was her secret lover. No matter what time it was, she knew she would always answer for him. She immediately put down her book and trotted to the door. Without even looking, she pulled back the door which wasn’t exactly the right thing to do at 2 in the morning. 

Just as her heart knew, her lover was the one behind the door. If she was in her right mind, she would have noticed the tiredness in his eyes; Or maybe she would have noticed his green eyes having a red tint shading them. As if he had been crying his eyes out. All that was blinded from her. 

The last time she laid eyes on him was nearly a month ago. Instead of noticing a ruined man in front of her, imaginary rose-colored glasses were placed at the tip of her nose only seeing the beauty in him.

His chocolate locks were slightly dampened and over his face. She noticed the dimple forming on his cheek as he passed her a kind smile. She was so entranced with his beauty that is all she noticed. 

“Needed to see you, may I?” He asked as he nodded his head to signal that he wanted to come inside. She stepped to the side allowing him entry.

Harry removed his shoes by the mat he had bought her after six months of her complaining to get one. He looked around the apartment taking in all the small memories, he would have continued if he didn’t feel the soft touch of her fingers on his neck. 

“Harry, my love. What is wrong?”

Harry took a deep breath, one to her that seemed normal but to him was painful. Trying to find the best way to mask what he was going through he turned to face her. “I’ve missed you. I’ve tried to come- trust me I have. Between work and everything else, it’s so hard.” Too hard. She knew his wife was also in the mix of that but he would never mention her existence infront of her. 

“No, I understand you know I always do.” This isn’t the first time I’ve come second place.

“I love you, I’m so sorry. So sorry.” He whispered out to her and he went to press soft kisses to her jaw. Y/N melted under his touch. It was something that was simply so addicting. This touch, this intimacy was something that kept their affair active. They both never intended it to go on for over a year. Their addiction to one another was too powerful.

They have both tried quitting each other but always found their way back. Taking her hands she slips her hand through his curls leaning into his kiss. She took his word and ingrained them into her heart each time he said he loved her. This love that they shared was enough for her to accept being in second place. 

“Harry-” she moaned out after his kisses started to burn against her hot skin. Without a word, everything escalated, Harry began to walk backward knowing her apartment knowing the layout like the back of his hand.

Slipping her robe off, he found that she was bare underneath. He let the robe hit the floor as he admired her body. This beautiful body that he got to know for the past year. He studied her body and found out to loved every part of her, even the parts that she couldn’t find to like. “What were you doing in here before I arrived?” He whispered in her ear as his hands found their way to her back. 

“Thinking of you, always you.” He wanted to whimper at her words of ecstasy but he was sad. He loved her this he knew. 

“I’m here now. I’m here.” Not for long. 

Y/N’s lips found his mouth taking him in. She felt a shift in the way that he kissed her. There was a certain fire behind his actions.

An urgency that scared her to ask about, she feared that the time between them was going to be cut. Which isn’t something she ever liked to know. Instead of commenting on it, she pushed him down to the couch straddling his lap.

The soft lights from her room filled the living room creating just enough light for them to see each other’s faces. Harry could see the brightness behind her eyes which only added to his guilt.

Fuck he hated himself.

Her bare cunt sat on top of his lap as his hands roamed her naked body. Y/N kept her fingers settled on his face feeling the slight stubble that was usually there. A feeling so familiar it felt like home. 

“Make love to me. Please, I need to feel you. I love you.” Her words came out rushed. She didn’t want the foreplay right now. She didn’t want him to take his time with her. She just wanted him. Her cunt had been dampening since she laid eyes on him at the door. She finally had her man back in her arms and all she craved was him. Harry was willing to do anything for her. 

Harry agreed easily, as soon as the small yes slipped out of his mouth; Y/N’s hands only became more desperate to feel his skin. Trying their best to keep their mouths on each other, Harry’s shirt was ripped off of his body and tossed to the corner of the room. Y/N broke away for a moment to look at his body. The tattooed skin that she missed so desperately. 

Harry watched her as her eyes traveled up and down his skin, all the way until they found their way to the necklace that she had gotten him for his birthday; A small banana for him to wear to remind him of their time together on a weekend vacation they had together. 

“You still wear this?” She asked. 

“Always will.” 

With that said, Y/N pressed a kiss to his mouth once more before she slid off of him to lay against the armrest awaiting him. Harry rose up and hovered above her as he unbuckled his pants. Kicking them to the side, his eyes trailed on the body underneath him. Looking at how she parted her legs. They kept their eyes on each other as pure lust lingered in the air. Harry quickly undressed them and moved back down towering over her body. 

He felt himself hardening ad he felt the touch of her fingertips dancing down his torso. Capturing her lips with a kiss, Harry moved to place himself right infront of her entrance. Harry broke the tender kiss and looked down into her eyes for an okay. “Please,” she whispered. Harry nodded his head taking his hand on the armrest for balance. 

Harry pushed inside her feeling her walls immediately clenching around him. Weeks without having each other made this all the more special. “H-Harry,” she let out a soft moan feeling overwhelmed by the size of her. After all this time she couldn’t figure out how she wasn't used to him. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered out over her lips. His hips steadily moved to a slow rhythm taking in each stroke.

 Her nails dug harder into his skin and usually, he would have commented on it. Please be careful, no marks. Tonight, he wouldn’t. He wanted any marks that she would give him. Even a scar to feel the trance of her for days to come. “You feel so good,” she moaned out. Both of them were always more vocal in bed. Loving to hear each others pleading and moaning. Harry lowered his head to nip on her neck just to be able to taste her skin. 

Y/N took her hands to tug at the roots of his hair. “I’ve missed you and this cunt. For me always, just for me.” She moaned out at his word saving them for when she was all alone. He would tell her these things and she would hold on to them until the next time that they would meet. She needed him to fill her cup up again. “Always for you, only you.” Y/N knew in her heart that Harry was one of her. The only one forever. She knew there would be challenges to getting it but she would by any means. 

Harry’s tongue dug into her mouth wanting to taste her. They swallowed each other’s moans as Harry thrust inside of her. Feeling each other this bare was something that was special to them. Harry promised her this was for them only and that with his wife he wore a condom. Her nails created reddened lines across his tattooed skin. Why isn’t he saying anything?

She noticed that this was the first time he didn’t mention not marking him. He always said that he never knew how he would explain it. Pushing it aside she stayed in the moment as Harry brought his forehead down to hers wanting to feel this closeness. Harry dipped his body lower pressing against her chest feeling the peeks of her nipples against his chest. Y/N knew that she was close to her end. “I’m about to-” she was at a loss for words because of how good he felt inside of her. 

“Shhh, I know. I know.” He whispered cooing at her. 

Y/N brought her legs up clamping onto his back and locking him in, Harry felt himself having a slight tingle in his spine beginning to rise up. 

“Give it to me,” Y/N was pushed over the edge clamping down on him. 

“Harry,” she whispered. 

Harry spilled inside of her immediately after, aftershocks came to him feeling overjoyed. He stayed in the moment but it passed quickly. The gloom came back over his head as he looked down at his lover. When he saw that happy glaze in her eyes he was quickly feeling suffocated from knowing what he was about to do. Slipping out of her, Y/N was immediately confused. It was like an instant disconnect.

“Are you staying for the night?” She asked as she saw him going to find his boxers. His chiseled back was turned to her so she couldn’t see his emotions. All that she did notice was his tense posture. 

“Harry?”

 She called feeling a bit uncomfortable being this exposed now for some reason. Moving quickly off the couch as Harry began to put on his pants; She reached for the robe on the floor. Tightening it around her waist she went to go touch his shoulder and he flinched away from her touch. He has never done that before.

 “What’s going on?”

 “We-we can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this.” He cut her off quickly.  She let out a small laugh not comprehending that he was being serious. “Harry, seriously? Stop joking, come to bed I’m tired.”

“I’m not,” he turned around quickly facing her, and for the first time tonight, she could see his emotions clearly. His face was twisted in pain. 

“W-what are you talking about? You-you just made love to me.” Harry could see her face heading in a panicked state. He knew that this moment was coming for months but for her, she was completely blindsided by this. “There will never be any good that comes out of this. I can’t do this to my family anymore.” Harry moved closer to her just wanting to feel her touch for one more time but she moved away quickly refusing to give him the satisfaction.

 “So, this is what you do? You leave your family in the middle of the night to make love to me one last time and drop this on me. Toss me to the side like your morning newspaper? That’s unfair. You’re- you’re…” She felt herself hyperventilating. Tears began to fall down her face rapidly. 

“You’re a liar that’s all you are.” 

Harry wouldn’t even try to deny what she said because anything that she would possibly say he has already called himself worse. He was a liar, scum, and a fraud. “I’m sorry, this…between us… I never expected it to go this long.” Each word that he was saying to her felt like a knife in the chest. 

“Everything you’ve ever said to me has been a lie. What was this a fun game for you? When you would tell me at night after fucking me that we would have a future that was all a lie? If-if this is about your daughter, I’m sure that there’s something you can do. I would accept her, there has to be something.” She was grasping at straws here she didn’t want to let him go.

“It’s not just my daughter. My wife, she doesn’t deserve this. She’s pregnant, Y/N.”

As soon as the word pregnant came out of his mouth she felt her heart sink. Her breath became shortened and it felt as if her lungs had just stopped functioning in her body. Harry buckled his pants quickly going over to his lover who moved away from him. “Please, say something. I’m sorry. You have to know that I’m sorry.” His hand went to go grab her arm but she yanked him away. 

“I was never going to be worth it. Never worth the kids, the house, or the ring. All your promises to me were broken. Now she’s pregnant? Leave. Just get out.” She didn’t want to hear any more of it. It was heartbreak after another. Harry had spent the last year whispering to her about their future together. How much he couldn’t wait to leave his wife. How one day they would have each other forever with no problems. 

“Don’t let this be the last time I see you like this. Please, don’t do this to us.” He pleaded selfishly. He knew that he was asking for too much. How could he expect her to just take this news and kiss him a goodbye one last time? She looked at him as if she was disgusted. The man she had spent building a vision of was never how she imagined. She felt foolish for ever believing the words out of his mouth. 

“How far along?” “W-what?”

“How far along is your wife?” She asked. She turned away from his face not wanting to see it when he told her the months. 

“She’s six months.”A sob left her mouth immediately. Six months of lying to her face. When she started to put the time together in her head, she turned to face him feeling even more disgusted by this revelation. 

“Six months ago we went on a trip together. Y-you knew then. On that trip, you said you wanted to start a family with me. Our trip to Rome. Our trip was nothing but a lie. You were building your family while trying to build an imaginary one with me.” Her stomach twisted and turned as Harry put his head down in shame. How could he explain to her that his words were true to him? He never intended for his wife to get pregnant. Hell, the doctors even said that this was a miracle. One of the main issues was her infertility causing a strain in their marriage. 

“I meant every word-” 

“Get out! Get out, now.” She didn’t even want to look at his face. 

“I’m being transferred to the New York office. Please, don’t let this end like this.” Harry said that not even thinking clearly. Once again tonight another this was being dropped on her. He has never mentioned a move. He had always planned to leave her in the dust.

She felt a laugh escape her, a genuine one. “You’re disgusting. I was only good to you for one thing. I want you gone.” Moving through her house behind her couch she snatched his shirt and went to go get his shoes.

She needed him gone.

She knew a complete breakdown was coming. Harry knew it too, and he couldn’t be the person that would give her that comfort. He was the cause of her pain. 

“I love-”

“Stop saying this. You never loved me. You can’t even love your family doing something like this. You only love yourself. The only person who is ruined is me. I’m left to myself while you go back to your family. You’ll put me behind you one day as a bad judgment. I’ll be ruined. You’ve ruined me.” Harry felt offended. Did she think this was easy for him? 

“You’re wrong. If anything this hurts me just as much as it does you. I’ve been avoiding this for weeks now. I’ve loved you for a year, I’m going to always have some of my heart devoted to only you.” She cried more at his words. She could only hear the things that his mind wanted her to hear. Some. She would never have his full heart. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again. Please leave.”

“My love, just know-”

“Leave!” She slammed his stuff in his arms. All she felt was Harry’s grasp on her arms. “I want you gone,” she said weakly. She couldn’t help that his touch calmed her for a few moments as she let him pull her in. 

“I know you do,” Harry said to her finding a way to make her stay like this for a bit longer. His comfort quickly felt like a burn. It wasn’t even something she could enjoy anymore. Pushing him away she cried out, “get out. Go. I hate you. I hate what you did to me. I’ll always hate you.” That word was the one thing that he had dreaded to hear. 

Hate.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Leave. Leave. Leave.” She screamed out slamming against his chest. She wasn’t trying to fight him she just wanted him out of her sight so she could properly break down. Harry wasn’t moving. If this was the last way he could feel her touch, he would let it be like this. 

“I fucking hate you.” She screamed out. She looked defeated. Her push against his chest slowed down as she fell to the couch. Harry was at a loss for words he had never seen her like this before. He wanted to say more but he knew that he should have started heading home by now. Picking up his things that fell to the floor, he watched his ex-lover break down. She was trying to console herself, but he felt as if he couldn’t leave without saying something. 

“The love we had was real, know that,” Harry whispered to her before finding his way out of the door. 

Y/N cried, even more, when the door was slammed. She didn’t even know that it was possible for a human to cry this much. When he spoke of their love in the past tense right infront of her it made her sick. It made her break mentally. She doesn’t know what came over her. Was it rage? Was it a sense of revenge that began to brew inside of her? She didn’t know. 

What she did know is that she refused to be the only one left scorned. Wiping her eyes, something switched in her. She truthfully blacked out as she went to go find her phone. She knew that Harry’s wife had an email on her social media.

Y/N would at times find herself lingering around on her page being jealous that she got to post Harry so publicly. She was always envious of her. If Y/N couldn’t have Harry, why did Harry’s wife deserve to be happy with him without knowing what he has done?

Now, if she was in the right state of mind, she would have thought twice about sending Harry’s wife a long detailed email with evidence. She would have thought about more people other than her feelings. She would have thought about the innocent women who didn’t deserve to find out this horrible way. She didn’t think of Harry’s daughter and how this might hurt her.

She was a woman who was scorned, and everyone had to pay for her pain.

#harry styles fic rec #harry styles #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles drabble #harry styles imagine #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction

[idanceuntilidie]

In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way.  Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero.  It might be their fault, and it makes sense! 

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.   

It started with one of the dancers,  Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away.  The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming. 

  Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone.  When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered.  You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind.  Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away.   And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow.  Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream. 

 

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer.   They looked like they were running from something.  “Jesus J this was too much!”    One of them whispered yelled,  the second one scoffed.  “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-”    The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say.  The twins didn’t also.  So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other.   The one called C looked at you then at J.   “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person” 

  C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin.  “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”  

They started to push C towards the exit.  “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.   

“Hey wait-” 

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up.  They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless.  After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again.    This time they hid in the tent.    “You saw what I saw?”  J wheezed. C nodded eagerly.    “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them.  So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt.  They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C. 

  You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on.   Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit.  You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink.  You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy.  You felt like your life ended right there.  But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.   

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time.   You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.   

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical.  He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer.    Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show.  The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile.   Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some.  You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting.  You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you. 

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[sammy8d257]

In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 3)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4740

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, allusions to unhealthy eating habits

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

(BRO I SWEAR I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER. God I'm just happy its finally out now. I can't believe Day 1 is almost 4x the size of Day 0. alkslgjsdkgdls [head in hands] I hope you guys enjoy this!)

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It was a little past 2 pm by the time they both were done eating.

King finished last and took the initiative to add their bowls to the pile in the sink. He made a mental note to rinse off the dishes and throw them into the dishwasher later. Turning back towards the table, King watched Purple place the now empty container back into their pink tote. A satisfied smile was on their face and King could feel it mirrored on his own. 

"Sooo…" Purple glanced back at him as King spoke. "What now?"

"Now?" The younger stick said as they straightened and fully turned to face the other. "Now it's time to do the second part."

King tilted his head in confusion. "Which is?"

"I'm going to help you clean your house."

"Oh," The orange stick paused, the statement not fully registering. "Wait, you are?"

Purple nodded. "Of course. I can't just leave you to clean your entire house by yourself."

And at that, King just nodded. Really, he should have expected this to be Purple's response. With how dedicated they were to helping him, he should have assumed it would also extend towards his home as well. 

"Yeah, okay that's," King stole a glance at the full sink at his back. "That would be nice. Thank you."

A smile so bright, King could have sworn the entire room got lighter, lit Purple's face at his words. After a moment, the younger stick figure coughed into their fist, their expression returning to something more neutral, but King could see the corners of their mouth were turned upwards.

"Right, ahem- So, I was thinking we could start by clearing out the easy stuff first," Purple made a hand wave gesture in the air. "You know, like all those books and stuff on the ground? We should organize those first before we clean anything else."

King nodded slowly as Purple explained their thoughts. Overall, it was a solid plan and a pretty easy one at that. Although the effects of the painkillers have since kicked in, King was still pretty tired and sore from the previous day. And Purple was right. The main room of the house was a mess of failed experiments, boxes, papers, and books. It would need to be cleared out first before any additional cleaning could take place. And really, it wouldn't take that much physical effort to organize through what could be kept and what could be discarded. At most, it would take a bit to gather everything.

With a final nod, King loosely crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. "That sounds like a great idea."

Again, a grin broke out on Purple's face and they patted their pink tote once before taking a step towards King.

"Then let's get started."

Armed with a plan, clearing the main room goes incredibly well with various jobs being split between them. While King gathered all the discarded staff prototypes and welding tools, Purple went around the room collecting any easily picked up items. These ranged from small boxes to books to stacks of paper. Luckily for the two of them, objects like the daggers and the welding equipment that were strewn about the floor, were previously stowed away during the time Purple spent under King. The blanket that originally housed the pile of medical supplies was cleared away (King's bed becoming its temporary holding spot) and the piles of metal and books took its place. 

From there, the pair set about organizing through their respective piles. The staffs were sorted into reusable scrap metal, sellable scrap metal, and trash. Although Purple had no knowledge of experience in the field, King occasionally asked their opinion on the viability of some metals. 

"What do you think about this one?"

"Oh! Um, it's a very nice blue color! If you can't reuse it for anything, maybe you can get more for it because it's pretty?"

"Hmm… Probably not, unfortunately. It's painted aluminum. It might not sell as well but it should still be worth something."

Likewise, from their seat on the floor, Purple sorted through the stacks of books King had collected throughout the year. Originally, Purple had planned to just gather all the books and then place them on the bookshelf for future King to sort through, but upon picking up a book with a very clear library sticker along its spine, a separate pile was quickly formed.

King to his credit, looked incredibly embarrassed as Purple held a library copy of Welding for Dummies in the air.

"In my defense, I forgot I went there."

"Uh huh, and how long have you had these for?"

"Uh-"

"King."

"Only a couple of months-"

"King-"

"-to maybe a year?"

"King! That's a really long time!"

"I know! I know! I mean, hopefully if the book is still fine, we can return it and only have to pay the late fees and not the replacement costs!"

"Hmmm… let's just see how many there are."

By the time both of their original piles were gone and sorted, a couple of hours had passed. The afternoon sun still shone through the window casting the room in a warm glow.

King's pile of sellable scrap was not as large in comparison to his other piles of trash and parts that could be reused in future projects. Those piles contained bits of combined metal that King created in his attempts at making the perfect staff, so it made sense why the scrap yards probably wouldn't buy it from them. Though, despite the sellable pile being smaller, King reassured both Purple and himself that it would be enough to sell for a decent sum of money.

On the other side, Purple ended up with a stack of about 9 returnable and two damaged library books (turns out oil and burn marks are hard to get out of paper). Next to it was another stack of books that King owned and two boxes that Purple used to hold all the research paper found in the room. It was decided that the library books needed to be returned regardless of their physical status and to get their fees paid.

The two of them sat back and took a moment to admire their work. 

"Huh, well that wasn't too bad," King remarked, stretching out his back to release some tension. "And it only took us until… 6:30?!"

King's mouth hung open in shock. True to his words, the clock's keys pointed a little past the half hour mark.

"Huh… I guess so," Purple squinted up at the clock before turning towards King. "I'd say it's about dinner time, right?"

The older stick figure blinked, taking a moment to register the other's question before nodding. Despite having eaten hours ago, all the manual labor had worked up an appetite in him. 

Purple tapped their chin. "We already finished all the food I brought. So how about you wash up and I can get started on something to eat?"

A noise of protest sounded from King but was almost immediately shushed as Purple stood up. They had a sheepish look on their face.

"Don't worry about it. I like cooking! Plus uh…" Their eyes landed on King's hands and grimaced. "You've been touching metal for the past few hours. I don't think you should be handling food right now."

An embarrassed blush crept up his cheeks. Lightly, King wiped his hands along the bandages on his stomach, only to wince when it left a coppery brown stain. 

"Ah."

"Yeah…"

"I should probably go clean myself up."

"It would be for the best."

Purple shot him a small smile as King hissed out a breath and stood up. Turning on his heels, King made his way towards the hallway bathroom as Purple headed towards the kitchen. Once again back in the bathroom, the formerly royal stick took a moment to reassess his bandages. Aside from metallic markings along his midsection, the rest of the wraps looked fine. He figured he probably didn't need to change them yet and instead opted to use a slightly damp paper towel to clean up the residue.

He had just finished his clean up when a call caught his attention.

"Hey uh, King? I think there's a problem."

King frowned. He stepped out of the bathroom door to find Purple poking their head out from the living room archway. They looked nervous but also slightly annoyed.

"What's wrong?" King asked. Purple stared at him, eyes narrowed, as he walked down the hall. 

"You don't have any food here," They replied. "Or rather, the only food you have are boxes of instant macaroni and cheese, and ramen packets."

King raised an eyebrow at the younger stick figure's words. "Do you… not like mac and cheese?"

Purple huffed, the frustration growing on their face. "I do, but why are these the only sources of food in your house? You have a half quarter of milk in your fridge but you don't even have any cereal to go with it!"

King shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook." 

And Purple sputtered as he sidestepped them to enter the main room.

In all honesty, King didn't really know why Purple was getting so worked up over this. Sure it wasn't ideal, but food was food. The easier it was to make, the easier it was for King to dedicate more time towards his goals. Though that was in the past, right now he was more focused on just getting something to eat.

From behind, Purple caught up with his walk towards the kitchen and fell in step. "Has that all you've been eating?" They asked quietly. 

King shrugged again, taking a moment to glance back at the other. Their mouth was a hard line. "I also get takeout a lot."

Purple's face pulled into a scowl. 

"What was the last thing you ate?"

King blinked. "Aside from that thing you brought? Um… "

He squinted at the pile of dishes in the sink, trying to remember if the last thing he consumed was cooked or bought. "You know, I don't remember but it was probably ramen."

A hiss of air escaped Purple's mouth as they mumbled something under their breath. After a moment they sighed. "Let's just… order something."

"Alright," King said as he made his way to the kitchen counter.

From one of the drawers, King pulled out various takeout menus. There were menus for pizza, Italian, Mexican, American, and Chinese cuisine, all of which looked worn from use and sporting little golden stars next to specific menu items. He handed them to Purple for them to look over.

"Pick something, I don't really care what you want," he explained, pulling out his phone. "Just let me know what you want and I can order."

The kitchen was quiet after that as Purple shifted over the pamphlets. After a moment, they silently handed the menu for a local Chinese restaurant over to King and told him what they wanted.

One phone call later and an order of vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and a side of white rice was set to arrive in 30 minutes. 

With that taken care of, King turned back towards Purple. Said stick figure was staring at his fridge with an unreadable look on their face. The orange stick chewed at the inside of his cheek. Was having an understocked fridge that bad? Sure it wasn't ideal but it never really bothered him. He didn't have time to go to the store that often and he was doing fine eating what he had on hand. Caring about food gets a lot harder when it's only yourself you're caring about.

Still, the stare that Purple gave made him uneasy.

"So… um," King said, breaking the awkward silence. "Let's say that I did have ingredients. What would you have made?"

Purple blinked in surprise. They brought a hand up to their chin and hummed.

"It depends on the type of ingredients you had on hand," King watched as they glanced around the kitchen. "Probably would have made something easy on the stomach. Maybe a soup?"

"Oh! Like that porridge thing you brought for lunch?" King asked. A small smile formed on Purple's face. 

"Lugaw, it's called lugaw. It's a rice porridge dish," They said softly. "My mom used to make it for me whenever I got sick."

"Aw, that's actually really sweet-" And not for the first time today, King felt like ice water was dumped down his back. 

Mom.

He jolted from his spot against the counter. "You're not a desktopper?"

Purple flinched, on guard from the sudden tone change. "What?"

"You're not a desktopper?!" A roaring panic rose in King. "You have a parent?"

"I mean-"

"You were born?!"

Whatever Purple said in reply drowned in the sea of King's racing thoughts. If Purple wasn't a created stick from someone's desktop or from some other media, then that meant they were born. And that meant they had a parent or guardian.

That meant he almost killed someone's kid.

"KING!"

Purple had his arms in a tight grip. They were trying to coax them down from their place at the sides of King's head. Huh, when did they get there…

Just like before, they were gentle in their actions, voice soft and calming even if he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Eventually, panic subsided and all that was left was a hollow numbness in his chest. Purple had settled themself next to him.

"King… are you-" 

[DING DONG]

Two pairs of eyes shot up at the sound of the doorbell.

King startled, moving to push himself off of the counter but Purple shook their head.

"The door, the food-" King rasped. Purple only shook their head harder and pushed him towards a kitchen chair. 

"Sit," They commanded. "I got it. Where's your wallet?"

King gestured towards the main room. "At my desk. Top left drawer."

The younger nodded. "Okay. Stay here. Focus on your breathing. I'll be right back." 

And with that, they turned and hurried out of the kitchen. 

Slumping into his seat, he could hear the faint sounds of Purple talking to the delivery guy. King groaned and buried his head into his hands. His mind was a mess of guilt and embarrassment. Guilt over the thought of nearly inflicting the same lonely torment he endured on to an innocent mother, and embarrassment because what the Flash was wrong with him?

Having the occasional breakdown every couple of weeks (or days) was fine but multiple times in one day? That was absurd. 

Purple probably thinks I'm a nutcase.

He felt pathetic. But before he could spiral further, Purple strode in with a brown paper bag in hand. King lifted his head to watch as they gently placed it on top of the table. They shot him a glance with a question clearly forming on their lips but King paid them no mind. The smell of noodles and chicken was already distracting him from his previous thoughts.

"I used one of your 20s. The amount was $18.48. The change was $1.52," Purple quietly said and placed King's wallet within his reach. "You can check to see it's all there." 

He glanced down at it, taking a moment to gauge Purple's own stare, before picking it up and tossing it onto the counter. 

"Thanks," He muttered before turning back to open the bag. The other end of the table was silent as he pulled out the cartons of food and chopsticks. King could feel Purple's eyes on him but he ignored them, instead focusing on arranging the food out on the table. After a moment, he heard Purple sigh and move towards the dish cabinet. 

They arrived with two plates, two forks, and a spoon as King finished opening all the takeout containers. They stuck the forks into the lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, and the spoon into the rice. With that they handed King one of the plates and settled into their seat across the table. 

It was quiet as the two sticks added food to their plates and it stayed quiet as they began to eat. 

King chewed on his chicken as he eyed Purple. The younger stick wasn't looking at him but he could tell that they had something on their mind. He cringed. No doubt Purple was going to ask him about his whole "freakout" over learning they had a parent. He gnawed on his chopstick. He hoped Purple didn't ask him too many questions. Frankly, even he didn't know why he reacted so viscerally and he did not want to explore those feelings at this moment. 

From across the table, Purple took in a breath and King mentally prepared himself for the confrontation.

"Do you know of any places that buy scrap metal?" 

He blinked. That certainly wasn't what he expected Purple to say. Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved that the topic of conversation was about the future and not the past. If Purple didn't want to bring up what happened in the last half hour then King was more than happy to sweep it under the rug.

King stuck his chopsticks into his noodles, "There's a few places we can head too. Copper and Steel is the closest one but Mety's has better prices." 

Purple nodded. "Which one is closer to the library?"

"None of them are close per say, but C&S is on the same side of town at least," King chewed thoughtfully. "Why? Are you planning on checking some books out?"

"Well no," the younger stick answered. "I just thought that since we'd already be out, we could also get the rest of the errands done at the same time."

King paused, mulling over what Purple suggested. "Hmm… You know, that's not a bad idea. Nice thinking Purple!"

They beamed at him. "Thank you! So it's settled. We'll go to the metal place, the grocery store, and the library."

King nodded along. "Metal, grocery, library… That sounds good- Wait grocery?"

The orange stick looked over to Purple in confusion, second-guessing whether or not he heard them right. Purple, to their credit, held his gaze and blinked almost innocently at him. 

"Well you did say we could go run some errands while out," Purple said nonchalantly. "Wouldn't it also make sense to get some groceries?"

King slowly blinked at Purple, taking in that little bit of sleight of hand. A disbelieving smirk formed on his face.

"You sly little stick," King shook their head and chuckled. "Alright, I get it. I need more food in the house. We'll go get some tomorrow."

The grin sent his way could only be described as self-satisfied as the purple stick hummed and took another bite of noodles. King couldn't help the snort of laughter at the younger's action as he shook his head again and continued to eat.

With plans for the next day sorted, the two started chatting about how to continue cleaning. It was decided that King would work on finding some sort of means of transportation to help carry the metal and books for tomorrow. Once that was done, he'd start sweeping the floors. Purple in the meantime, would focus on putting the remaining books onto King's shelf. After that, they would organize the rest of the papers and miscellaneous boxes on the floor for King to look through in the future.

Over food and conversation, the outburst from before slowly slipped from their minds and neither of them were too sad to see it go.

= O = o =

Nearly half an hour later and their Chinese takeout dinner was done. Just like before, King grabbed the used dishes and placed them into the sink while Purple gathered the leftovers and placed them in the fridge. With their meal complete, they made their way to the main room where King rummaged through his storage closet in search of bags big enough to hold pieces of metal. Purple busied themself with reorganizing medical supplies left out on King's bed. 

By the time King had found a couple of sturdy yard bags, Purple had deposited the various items into one of the empty boxes from the floor. As he approached them, they carefully scooted the newly christened medical box to the head of the bed by the shelf. From there the pair started going about their assigned tasks to tidy up the main room. They worked in a comfortable silence with only the occasional comment or question interrupting their work flow. 

This is nice, King thought to himself. How long had it been since he had another person in his space like this? Sure, Purple was there to help with the Minecraft plan but that felt different. He paused his sweeping to watch them work. 

They were short, a whole head shorter than King and that left them on their tip-toes as they slotted some books back on the top shelf. Despite the inconvenience, Purple had a look of determination on their face. It reminded him so much of the antics Gold would get up to…

A feeling akin to fondness bubbled in King's chest and he shook his head to clear it. He turned back to his broom and he continued sweeping. 

It was nice to have someone around again.

It wasn't until the sound of an alarm broke the quiet within the house, causing King to jump and Purple to scramble for their blaring phone. With a quick tap on the screen, the room fell back into silence.

King shook his head, a hand on his chest. "What was that?"

Purple, with their phone still in hand, blushed and rubbed at the back of their neck.

"It's my bus alarm," They said sheepishly. "It takes about 10 minutes to get to the nearest bus stop so I set it so I'd have enough time to get there." 

"You're leaving?" 

They nodded. "It's already almost 9. I'd like to get some sleep for tomorrow."

"For tomorrow? Yeah! That's right! You're coming back tomorrow?" Of course they'd be coming back. A few hours ago they made plans to meet back up the next day but that still didn't stop the hopeful lift in King's voice. If Purple noticed it, they didn't say anything.

"Mmhmm. I promised to help you, didn't I?"

"I mean, yes, but-" He stumbled over his words, a previous concern pushed itself to the front of his mind. "But, you also have to help yourself. Or, at least let me help you too."

The younger stick had started gathering their belongings into their pink tote but stilled at his words. Their eyes darted to meet his before darting down towards the medical box. For a moment, King thought they were going to protest like they did before but after a moment, they sighed and reached to pull out a roll of bandages and a bruise cream tube. They tossed those items into their bag.

"Okay."

"Cool."

"So… I'll see you tomorrow then?" A goodbye posed as a question, a small awkward smile formed on King's face. Purple readjusted the strap on their bag and hauled it over their shoulder. 

They locked eyes with King and with a look that could almost be considered fond, replied, "I'll see you in the morning."

Then without a word, Purple turned and left the house, the door closing with a soft click.

A second passed, then two, then three. There King stood, staring at the closed door. Slowly, he turned around to face the rest of the room. It was silent again, but for once, it didn't feel as oppressive as it once did. 

Maybe it was because for the first time in a while, the house was clean. Well not clean but it was as organized and tidy as it could be given the circumstances. Maybe it was because of the food King ate. He hadn't eaten that fully in a while. Or maybe it was because he wasn't alone anymore. Sure his house was empty at the moment, but Purple had promised to come back tomorrow morning. Even if they were… weird (and they were, a voice in the back of his mind told him he should probably assess those comments and actions he had filed away) but their help equaled companionship and who was King to complain?

Whatever the reason was at the moment, it was lost on King as he shuffled quietly towards his bed. The events of the day had well and truly begun to hit him. He was tired but it was a good tired. A satisfied tired. One that reminded him of trips spent camping from years ago.

Dimly, he knew he probably should clean himself up before going to sleep. He needed to brush his teeth, wipe the dust off himself, recheck his bandages…

But as soon as he locked eyes with the bed, he knew what his main priority was.

He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

= o =

Purple pressed their forehead against the bus's window, its coolness doing wonders for easing the tension in their head. 

They were… content, for lack of a better word. King had a smile on his face when they left so they must have done a good job.

The closest bus stop to their apartment was on West 9th street. Glancing at the screen near the front of the bus, told them they had just turned on off of 5th Avenue. Purple closed their eyes. They had 10 more stops left before they had to get off. 

Today went well. Not as smoothly as they had hoped it would but they were always ready to roll with the punches. Maybe they were just rusty when it came to this type of helping.

9 stops left. 

A series of giggles and poorly hushed laughter brought Purple out of their thoughts. Cracking an eye open, they watched as a group of nicely dressed stick figures passed by their seat and took some of their own seats near the back. They looked to be around Purple's age and were excitedly discussing a new club that opened up. Purple closed their eyes again, letting their chatter fade into the background. 

8 stops left.

King had been right. And that meant Purple had been wrong. But that was fine. Purple was wrong about a lot of things. That just meant they had to try harder to learn what was right for King.

7 stops left.

Today they learned that what they say can come off as condescending, even if that wasn't the original intention. King is more than capable of helping himself. Purple is there to only aid in his recovery and to make things easier. They owed it to him.

6 stops left.

Don't assume to know what's best, even if it worked well with their mother. King is not the same. Similar but not the same. Purple couldn't forget that. 

5 stops left.

One of the stick figures for the group had pulled the cord, signaling for the bus to stop. Purple blinked and watched as they filed excitedly off the bus. One stick, lilac in color, met Purple's gaze. They smiled at them, giving a curious but confused stare back before a friend pulled them towards the nightlife. For one brief moment, Purple felt a pang of jealousy.

4 stops left.

They shook that thought out of their head and refocused their eyes out onto the familiar lamp post lit streets. Going out to "party" was not important. 

3 stops left.

Two old men climbed onto the bus and sat in the front, quietly chatting about their day. Trying to get friends was not important (at least not yet, a smiling green face flashed across the back of their mind).

2 stops left.

A mother cradling a sleeping toddler walked off the bus. The child snuggled closer as the summer air hit their skin. Helping King was important. And by proxy, so was Purple. The bandages felt tight on their skin.

1 stop left.

The tired stick lifted their head from the window. They had a job to do. Nothing else should matter. They just needed to keep their priorities straight.

Purple pulled the cord and the bus slowed to a stop.

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