#also why do i call him tiny squish

[moonstruckme]

Could I request poly marauders x reader who was always judged at home on what she ate when she was little, and now subconsciously hides her food from the marauders (like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it) I completely understand if you’re not comfortable doing this req!

Thanks honey!

cw: reader experiences shame around eating "bad" foods

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“You know what I could use right now?” Sirius asks about halfway through the film, right on schedule. “A little treat.” 

You smile, and James hops up gamely. “I’ll see what we have,” he says. Remus chuckles as you and Sirius both turn around on the couch, watching eagerly as James goes into the kitchen. “Ice cream?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know already. 

“Obviously,” Sirius confirms. 

James opens the freezer. “Alright, we have rocky road…half a pint of mint chip…rum raisin—Remus, you’re an old man.” Remus shrugs with a little smile. You think that he’s probably just glad no one else wants anything to do with his flavor of choice. “Also plain vanilla, and…” James pauses, moving things aside and reaching into the back of the freezer. “...chocolate cherry. This yours, angel?”

You’d forgotten you’d bought that. “Yeah,” you tell him, “but it’s open to everyone, of course.” 

James sends you an odd look. “Why’d you have it back behind the frozen peas?”

“I didn’t know it was back there,” you say with a shrug. “I just put things there automatically, I guess.” 

There’s a crinkling sound as James moves more bags of frozen vegetables aside. “There’s also a box of thin mints and an ice cream sandwich.” 

“Ooh, can I have that?” Sirius asks, giving you a pleading look. 

You smile at him. “Course you can. And Jamie, would you bring me the chocolate cherry, please?” 

James still has a funny look on his face as he shuts the freezer, bringing you and Sirius your frozen treats. You turn around once he hands it to you, finding Remus watching you with a similar expression. 

“What?” you ask, popping the lid off your ice cream. James squishes between you and Sirius, the four of you barely fitting on the couch. 

Remus looks like he’s turning something over in his head. “Why was all that back behind the frozen vegetables, love?” 

You shrug, happily sucking ice cream off your spoon. “I dunno. I just put it there, I guess.” 

“It just…” Remus shrugs, and he’s wearing that tiny smile he does when he’s trying to make light of something he doesn’t consider light at all. You tilt your head bemusedly. “It makes it seem like you were trying to hide them or something.” 

“She’s always hiding food,” Sirius says airily, munching on his dessert. “Like the oreos behind the soup cans.” You all look at him, and he stops chewing. “Was that not something we all knew?”

“I don’t…I didn’t think I was hiding anything.” You cross your arms, feeling defensive without really knowing why. There’s a whole number of things you don’t know about yourself, apparently. 

“It’s alright, darling,” Remus says soothingly, placing a hand on your thigh, “just so long as you don’t think you have to hide anything from us.” 

“I don’t,” you say, but you’re looking at your lap and your face feels hot. You don’t, right? Why would you? 

“Sorry for calling you out like that, babe,” Sirius says through a mouthful. “I figured it was intentional, and you just didn’t want us to eat your food. Nobody here cares what you eat, y’know.” 

“I know,” you promise him. “I guess…I just get a little embarrassed sometimes. Like, if I pig out, I don’t want everyone to know because suddenly a whole box of oreos is gone or whatever.” 

“First of all, as if we would even notice,” James scoffs, giving you a friendly shake by the shoulder. “And second, it’s like Sirius said—we don’t care what you eat, sweetheart. Or how much of it. If you want to eat a box of oreos, that’s your business. That’s not even that many oreos.” He shakes his head like you’re silly. “No one’s going to judge you for it.”  

It’s not surprising to hear him say that, and yet you can’t make yourself believe it’s true. Your boyfriends may not say anything about your eating habits—to your face or even to each other—but there’s no way that if they knew every detail, they wouldn’t think it was shameful. 

“Also,” Remus says, arching an eyebrow, “I don’t love the phrase ‘pig out.’ There’s nothing wrong with having a treat—”

“Duh,” Sirius cuts in, toasting with his half-eaten ice cream sandwich. 

“—and you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things like that from us,” Remus finishes with a nod to appease Sirius. “If you don’t mind me asking, did you put your food in hiding places before you moved in with us?” 

You gnaw on your lip as you think back to pints of ice cream stowed in the ice cube dispenser when you lived at home, eating before your parents got back from work and quickly putting it away again when you heard cars approaching. Back then, you’d hidden dishes in your room too, evidence of food you knew wouldn’t be approved of crusted onto plates and bowls you were keeping stashed there until you could wash them without anyone noticing. 

“I guess so,” you say, and you can feel Remus’ eyes on yours but can’t bring yourself to meet them. You don’t know whether your shame is for your love of junk food or the odd habit of secrecy you’ve fallen into because of it. It might be both. “I used to do it when I lived at home, but I didn’t realize I was doing it here.” 

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” James says hastily, panicking in the face of your solemn change in mood. “So long as you know we don’t care, it’s not like you hiding it is hurting anyone.” 

“It’s hurting me,” Sirius protests. “We had ice cream sandwiches, and I had no idea!” 

You laugh, and James visibly relaxes. “Alright, I’ll try to stop putting things way in the back so that you can find them. I’m not trying to hoard, I swear.” 

“Keeping all the good stuff for yourself.” Sirius shakes his head at you. “That sweet face hides some pretty selfish tendencies, huh?” 

“Actually, could I grab a few of your oreos?” Remus asks before you and Sirius can really get into it. “That sounds pretty good right now.” 

“Yes!” you say. “Yes, please, have as many as you want. Sorry I kept them to myself, it wasn’t on purpose.” 

James takes your jaw in a big hand, pressing a slobbery smooch to your cheek. “You’re forgiven, sweetpea.” He raises his eyebrows. “If I can have some of those thin mints.”

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[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞my lips, your name

✰ pairings: ot8!skz x gn!reader

✰ genre: fluff, romance

✰ warnings: cheesy af that’s all ig

✰ word count: 863 words

✰ note: this was a short one idk where i got the motivation from but im back in town at least?? also tyy to axe’s ( @blue-jisungs ) sexy mind for coming up with cutie nn

౨₊ৎ chan

would definitely call you ‘love’ or ‘babe’ even if it’s the most basic ones, somehow with just his voice he makes it sound so much more special— the loving gaze with a little eyebrow raised as he would lean down to listen to you better.

whenever he would be having a bad day he would just wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him while mumbling, “i missed you my love”

“you look so cute, babe” . “you’re perfect just as you are.you’re perfect for me, my love” . “meeting you was the best thing ever babe”

౨₊ৎ minho

i feel like he would call you ‘kitty’ but in an affectionate way. the words would roll out of his mouth by accident at first and he would be embarrassed by it, but a one-timer turns into hundreds and before he knows it that’s what he calls you. his sweetheart.

the words would slip out of his mouth like a habit, hard to drop. but it would sound so right just because it’s him.

“do you wanna cuddle with me kitty?” . “your hands are so soft kitty” . “is it time for you to head home? time flies so fast when i’m with you kitty”

౨₊ৎ changbin

he would mostly likely call you ‘darling’. the name would’ve first come when you two would be watching a movie and he sees the name, he would try to say it as well and the next few days in order to tease you he would constantly keep chanting it. later, this would turn into a very cute nickname.

along with that, at times he would also refer to you as ‘baby’. would squish your face to annoy you and then would pepper you with kisses, “you’re red in the face. are you perhaps blushing, baby?”

“you’re the prettiest. how did i get so lucky darling?” . “darling, you seem tired i’ll do the rest you should sit down” . “my surname looks so good with your name darling”

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

would 100% call you angel. just the sight of you smiling has him forgetting all the bad things that happen to him. your hands around him– around his torso, has him smiling to himself. you’re like his guardian. his lucky charm, his angel.

would randomly grab your hand and twirl you while you were cooking something and yell, “dance with me angel! we’re so meant to be.”

“your eyes, they remind me of the beautiful waters angel” . “is my angel angry with me? why is that?” “you look so tiny in my arms angel”

౨₊ৎ han

the type to call you by a hundred nicknames till he likes one and sticks to it. that one nickname would be ‘sweetheart’. it’s a really random nickname and even though it sounds kind of cringey, it’s become a couple thing now for the two of you. in return you would call him something like ‘my prince’

the word sounds like a series of melodic music that you could listen to forever. it would be so meaningful for you that if he uses any other nickname you would immediately frown.

“you look really cute sweetheart. keep the jacket” . “do you want to buy matching jewellery sweetheart?” . “why does everything remind me of you sweetheart?

౨₊ৎ felix

would most definitely call you ‘sunshine’. even though people believe him to be the sunshine which he is, he likes to call you ‘his sunshine’. you would be like his recharge, giving him courage and energy to do things. his biggest supporter.

the two of you are pretty affectionate with each other since the start. he would be cuddling you, his legs entangled with yours and your head on his arm when he would whisper, “i’d love to stay like this all day long sunshine.”

“how was your day sunshine?” . “i missed you so much, sunshine!” . “i got you your favourite. i hope you like it sunshine”

౨₊ৎ seungmin

definitely the type to call you ‘pretty’. it’s the way he can’t stop complimenting you till you have to practically hide your flushed face from him. he would giggle upon seeing your reaction and at the end of the day, the cycle would repeat.

“are my eyes deceiving me because i can’t believe a goddess is standing in front of me.” your no.1 fanboy! he loves you so much that he could go on for hours just listing down the times he found pretty.

“hey pretty lady” . “the world ugly doesn’t suit you pretty” . “good night my pretty girl”

౨₊ৎ jeongin

the type to call you ‘flower’ or ‘love’. when you asked him why, he would say that you’re his pretty little flower. like his rose you help him in blooming by using your love. and he loves you so very much.

the two of you would be walking down the streets when he would pull you by the waist upon seeing a bike, “you need to be more careful, flower”

“the moon is so pretty tonight. right my love?” . “my love, you worry too much. i’ll be fine, don't worry” . “if i could, i would bring the stars for you, all for you my love”

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[marimariposaposa]

unspoken confessions | pedri gonzález

pairing: bf!pedri x fem!reader

content: flufff, mentions of sex and pregnancy

word count: 1.1k

summary: everything that pedri wishes he could tell you

7:35am

he loooves your lip balm. the way it tastes, the sweet flavour of it and how it nicely enhances the act of kissing you, making your lips all the more soft and plush for his own. he loves using it, stealing it from your bed side table in the early mornings before he leaves for training while you soundly sleep next to him, having you apply it for him; your frame stood tensely concentrated in front of him, focused face when you swipe the applicator over his lips and smiling when he pouts at you jokingly. it’s even gotten to the point where his friends have noticed.

“why do your lips always look wet?” ferran asks him, football at his feet and pulling at his jersey to let the cool air circulate underneath it. “you don’t wear lip balm?” pedri raises an eyebrow and ferran laughs, “i think i’ve put it on a total of two times in the past month”

but he especially loves it when you put it on your lips, only for the sole purpose to peck his and transfer it over. you call it ‘saving product’ but the both of you know it’s just to steal a kiss, and he wants to keep it that way. sharing is caring i guess. it reminds him of you, in the way scents bring back memories—he just associates soft lips with you.

he also just loves to be in your space. it’s kind of a given—you being in a relationship and all, but he takes it to another level. he’s there when your brushing your teeth, sat on the toilet lid and watching you in the mirror, sometimes he even takes the toothbrush and moves it around your mouth for you. wanting to be in your area and admire you from as close as possible. safe to say he’s completely whipped with just your presence, your aura, your warm energy that just calms him.

he’s there when your cooking. getting all in your way as you squeeze past him to grab some more ingredients, hands placed flat on your shoulder blades when he peers over your shoulder to see what exactly your doing and leaning down to put his head on your shoulder. “you’re in my way” you whine, turning yourself around to give him a quick peck. “im helping!” he says, suddenly taking an interest in chopping the vegetable that you’ve left out on the counter, only to get you off his back. “yeah, helping to be a pain in the ass.” you scoff when he returns back to his old ways, observing your every move and hugging you from behind like some sort of teddy bear.

if you let him, he’d even sit on the edge of the bath while you peed, not wanting to stop the conversation you were having and lose his train of thought. blabbering away while his gaze focuses somewhere on a tile on the wall. same way he’d let you get on with doing your makeup in the mirror while he takes a quick pee break, talking while he peers over his shoulder. but if not, he’d stand outside of the bathroom door like a sulking little toddler and continue the conversation by shouting at the door, making sure you can hear.

something he’d never admit though (at least not until your ready) is how much you he really wants to get you pregnant. honestly it borders a breeding kink. it’s said offhandedly during sex, something small like, “im going to get you pregnant” but he’s being dead serious. just say the word and he’s there, boxers down and ready for some baby making.

it obvious he’s good with kids, there’s been multiple cases to be observed. but when he watches you do it, whether it be with a niece/nephew, a sibling or even just randomly in the street because babies seem to just be drawn to your presence it sparks something within him. something primal that urges him to populate the earth with mini hims and mini you’s.

you’re so gentle, so tenderly it warms his heart the way you let them wrap their tiny little fingers around one of yours, squishing their cheeks while giggling.

even when you’re baby sitting, rushing around the house with a friend’s child latched onto your hip and a phone attached to your ear to chat mindlessly to a friend while you clean, he can’t help but imagine that to be your child. together. a child that has equal parts of you and of him, to see your personality in them in the way they would protest waking up in the mornings—like you always do.

that’s why your late night chats about how many kids you guys want, what their names would be are his favourite parts of the day, face in the crook of your neck to plant soft kisses on your skin while you giggle about your future.

pedri is also not a sharer. he is not the kind to just give his friends a bite of his food for them to taste, he can be a bit stingy in that sense.

“can i try this?” one of his friends would say, “you can try whatever you want next time we come here. im not stopping you.”

but for you…for you he’s sat at the restaurant table, taking a bite of his food then reaching it over to your mouth and waiting for you to take a bite too, awaiting your approval. he loves it. “how is it?” he asks eagerly, and you hum a delicious note, spreading a smile on his face. for you he takes sips of the same drink. he awaits earnestly whenever you order a drink from a local café, for you to let him take one sip and have that warm feeling he gets when he knows that your lips have just been around the straw. it’s childish, but he sees it as an indirect kiss. 

his friends would be shocked seeing him be unfazed when you steal a fry of his plate at lunch, jaw falling open when he even offers one to you and not immediately becoming defensive. they would discuss in the locker rooms how much he loves you, teasing him about how badly he’s been star struck.

“pedri, share some that ped-D next!” gavi pranced around the locker room in a sing-songy voice after the first brunch you had with his friends, finally introducing yourself to everyone as his girlfriend—jersey slipped over his head and over his shoulders to look like hair, or maybe a make-shift vail. who knows.

“shut up man” pedri groaned, sighing as if he was mad, but the blush spreading across his cheeks gave him away instantly.

end.

angel’s note: something differentttttt something cute. hope its ur liking!!!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, don’t be shy:)

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[kitten4sannie]

ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ

pairing: mommy! san x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: a naughty student gets punished by her strict headmaster.

w.c: 4.4k

warnings: mean (ish) dom! san, sub! reader, pet names, praise, degradation, so much feminization (im not sorry), roleplaying, subspace, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, impact play, color system mention, nipple play (m receiving), spit kink (might’ve went overboard but oh well), foot play?? (he steps on her pussy idk), shoe humping??, oral (m recieving), deep-throating, facial, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: this is my contribution to the mommy! may event hosted by the lovely @whatudowhennooneseesyou <33 this was originally supposed to be something different and then i started to imagine san in a pencil skirt and yeah… here we are 🧎🏻‍♀️ if you were to take a drink of water every time i write ‘mommy’ you’d prob die of water poisoning kdshf. also this is just straight filth and i’m very proud of it :3

song rec: discipline by nine inch nails

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As you stood outside of your husband’s home office,  you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, settling into the headspace you wanted to enter. After a moment, you knocked on the door. Buzzing with anticipation, you quickly wiped your sweaty hands across your too-tiny pleated skirt, unconsciously pulling at one of your plain white thigh highs as well. It was finally the weekend and that meant you both could have fun and blow off some steam. Your usual go-to was to roleplay, but this time you were even more excited because you had finally convinced San that it would be so incredibly hot of him if he posed as the superintendent of a university. As a step further, you encouraged him to wear some of your clothes to play the part. He obliged, of course. San never missed an opportunity to feel pretty and powerful all at once. 

“Come in,” you heard a deep masculine voice come from inside the room, encouraging you to open it and gingerly make your way inside. 

As soon as you saw him, it felt like someone had punched the air out of you. San was standing there leaning against his work desk with his arms folded across his broad chest, clad in an itty bitty pencil skirt that was cinched around his tiny waist, translucent pantyhose that were held by garters near the upper thighs, a pair of sleek black heels that he usually kept inside his closet for special occasions such as this one, and a simple white button-up that was neatly tucked into said tiny waist. A few buttons were undone so that you could freely view the curve that was present in between his pronounced pecs. It made your mouth water. The final touch was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, complete with a small chain that was connected to either side of them. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You wanted nothing more than to just rip his clothes off and ride his dick into the next millennium, but you wanted to stay in character. 

“Do you know why I called you in here, Miss Y/N?” he asked, his tone short and curt, just like the skirt that clung to the shape of his hips. It rode up a bit when he pressed his ass down onto the surface of his desk.

You closed the door behind you and took a few small steps up to San, fiddling with your thumbs in a nervous manner and looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I dunno, Headmaster. I don’t remember doing anything wrong.” 

He scoffed, running his fingers through his parted raven hair, appearing a bit irritated. “Surely, you must have some sort of idea, don’t you?” When you simply stood there and pressed your thighs together, San grabbed the bottom of your chin and brought you closer, his fierce gaze boring into you, a playful smirk tugging at his pretty lips. “Or is that brain of yours preoccupied with something else? Something indecent, perhaps?”

“N-no, Headmaster,” you denied weakly, giving him a tiny shake of your head, only for his fingers to squeeze into your cheeks instead, squishing your face. 

“You’re a little liar, my dear.” San let go of your face and crossed one leg over the other, his skirt so high up now it made you wonder if he tucked his cock away. “Well, since you’re too prideful to admit the truth, I will tell it to you myself.” He looked you up and down, his eyes settling on the way your thin collared top didn’t do much to hide how hard your nipples were underneath it. “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he started, reaching over to run a thumb over one of your clothed buds, making you shiver underneath his touch. “And naughty girls deserve punishment.” 

“How are you going to punish me?” you asked, clear arousal seeping through your words, despite the feigned fear etched into your flushed features. 

San stood up from the desk and took a step to the side, his black heels pressing into the fuzzy carpet below. “Bend over the desk and you’ll find out, Miss Y/N.” 

Without a second of hesitation, you laid yourself down onto San’s desk and arched your back a bit, sticking your ass out in a tantalizing way. Turning your head back to meet his gaze, you jutted out your bottom lip, whining, “I swear I haven’t been a bad girl, Headmaster. I’m good, I promise.” 

“Then, what’s this, hm?” San questioned, lifting your skirt up to reveal the wet patch present on your panties, smacking his hand lightly against your clothed cunt and making you gasp. “You’re soaked, Miss Y/N. Only little sluts get wet for their Headmasters.” 

“I’m not a slut,” you whined again, pouting at your husband, all while you spread your legs apart further for him. 

“Oh, you’re right. My apologies.” San reached to the underside of your cunt and began aggressively rubbing it in an up and down motion with two thick fingers, his wedding band catching on your clit each time and drawing a few moans out of you. “Of course, you’re not a slut, darling.” He grabbed a tuft of your hair with his free hand and tugged your head back towards him, making your back arch painfully, his fingers still moving at a feverish pace against your clit, your arousal soaking through your panties. “You’re a whore. A filthy little whore that needs to be taught a lesson.” 

“Then teach me a lesson, Mommy,” you moaned out, your head suddenly being pushed and held down onto the surface of the table by San’s hand, his grip never faltering, your thighs already starting to tremble from the onset of your orgasm. You didn’t always mean to use his pet name during a more intense roleplay, but sometimes you simply couldn’t help it. 

San must’ve not minded too much either with the way he groaned behind you, suddenly sliding two digits past your panties and shoving them inside your needy hole in order to finger-fuck you as deep as he possibly could. “Yeah? Mommy should teach his naughty little girl a lesson, huh? You want my punishment, don’t you, you filthy slut?”

“Yes, Mommy…! Please punish me!” you cried out, your cunt beginning to pulse and clench around San’s fingers, moaning heavily with your face squished against the cool desk, your breath fogging up the surface of it. “I’m so close, so, so close…” 

Just as your breath hitched, San withdrew his fingers from your cunt and pulled your panties down until they reached your ankles, watching as your hole clenched around nothing but air and leaked arousal down your inner thighs. “What a pretty little cunt you have here, Miss Y/N…” He ran a finger down your slit to collect some of your wetness and popped it into his mouth to clean it off. “But I think I know of a way to make it look even prettier.” 

“You do, Headmaster?” you asked softly, looking back at him, your eyes glossy and slightly red. 

He gave you a soft, dimpled smile, knowing he was about to turn you into a mewling, begging mess in the next couple of minutes. “Yes, darling. Now, lay on your back and spread your legs for Mommy.” 

Whining at the complete loss of your high, you slowly lifted yourself off of the desk and turned around, laying back onto it but on your back this time, holding your legs underneath your knees and spreading your thighs open for him. “Like this, Mommy?” 

“Mm-hmm, just like that.” San sighed at your obedience as he reached past you and across the desk, pulling a thick black paddle out from one of the drawers. He stood at your side, running the paddle along your inner thigh, watching as goosebumps appeared on your skin underneath the cold leather material. He lightly tapped the edge of it against your hooded clit, chuckling at your tiny gasp. “I’m gonna play with this pretty little cunt of yours till it’s all red and puffy for me. Do you understand, babydoll?” 

You nodded as quickly as you could, squeezing your fingers into the flesh of your thighs. “Punish me how you want, Mommy. I’m a bad girl.” 

“Yeah, you are a bad girl,” he agreed huskily, reeling his hand back and smacking the paddle against your cunt so fiercely it made your entire body jolt. “Count for me, princess.” 

“One,” you croaked, not able to think about how much your cunt was already beginning to sting when San slammed the paddle down onto you again, the edge of it hitting your clit. “Two!” 

“Good girl.” San lifted the paddle to admire how red and shiny your folds already were, letting out a pleased hum. He leaned over and spat onto your clit, watching as his spit dripped down, before bringing the paddle back down onto you for a third time. 

“Three…” Smack. “F-four…” Smack. “Nnngh…five…” You closed your eyes for a moment, opening them back up and trying to blink away your hazy vision. 

Noticing how fucked out you were already starting to look, San kneaded your closest thigh with his fingers. “Color.” 

“Green,” you answered right away, smiling softly up at your husband. “Please, don’t hold back.” 

San chuckled a bit, tightening his grip around the handle of the paddle. Keeping his eyes on yours, he leaned down towards your pussy, sending another wad of spit onto your cunt, before continuing his abuse. 

Smack. “Six!” Smack. “Seven!” Smack. “Eight…!” 

“Oh my goddd…” you moaned breathily, lifting one of your feet up onto the desk so that the rest of your body could go comfortably lax. Now you were starting to leak like a broken faucet, your pussy so sensitive to the touch, if you just concentrated hard enough, you could probably cum without direct stimulation. 

“Oh, you dirty little painslut, you’re so wet,” San mused in a gravelly voice, fascinated with the amount of slick sliding down your puffy pussy, pressing the paddle onto you and moving it up and down to hear the sounds of your wetness. 

“Just for you, Mommy,” you sighed out, squeezing your thighs tighter, preparing yourself as San reeled his hand back for the ninth time and slammed the paddle directly onto your abused cunt. Instead of counting, you let out a choked moaning sound, tossing your head back onto the table. It hurt so, so good. You could hardly form a single coherent thought. 

“Mm, I didn’t hear a number,” San chided, sounding disappointed. He ran two fingers down your stinging, pulsing cunt, idly flicking your clit with his index finger. “Good girls can count, right?” 

“Yeah, I’m a good girl. I can count, I promise,” you reassured him out of desperation, blinking a tear away from how sensitive your clit was when he flicked it a few more times, watching as San tried to move his arm back further, but was unable to with how tight the material of his top was. 

Feeling restricted with his movements, San huffed, quickly unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and pulling it off, leaving him in his tight skirt and pantyhose. “That’s better. Now, where was I?” he spoke, mostly to himself, looking back at you and noticing your wide eyes and drooling mouth. “Does Mommy’s little slut have something to share?”

As heavenly as San’s abs looked pressing against his taut melanin skin, you couldn’t rip your vision away from his plump pecs and cute pink nipples, wanting nothing more than to squeeze and suck on them until pretty sounds spilled out of your husband’s mouth. “Mommy, can I please suck on your tits? Pretty please? I promise I’ll keep taking my punishment.” 

San let out a gentle sigh, reaching down to sift his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair, caressing your cheek, then reaching behind your head to cup it, the paddle rubbing along your clit and making you exhale against his touch. “How can I say no to you?” He slowly brought you to his ample chest, chuckling softly at the sight of your clear excitement. “Go on, pretty girl. Make Mommy feel good.” 

Sighing as well, you wrapped your lips around one of San’s soft buds, sucking and licking at it until it grew hard and pressed against the flat of your tongue. Without hesitation, you brought your hand up and gingerly groped at his other pec, squishing and kneading it inside your palm like a kitten would. “Mmn…”

“Fuck, baby girl…” San practically melted into your touch, accidentally letting go of the paddle and cupping your pussy instead, starting to palm it eagerly, knowing your clit was getting proper attention with how swollen it felt against his skin. “Baby’s making Mommy feel so good…” he sighed out, not bothering to hold back a whine when you traded one nipple for the other, latching onto it and nibbling on it this time, knowing how much he loved to be toyed with. 

It was then that you felt your husband throbbing against your thigh, feeling yourself grow infinitely wetter just by knowing that his hard cock was trapped inside the confines of your borrowed skirt, the tip of it probably stuck inside the elastic waistband. It didn’t help that San spit onto his fingers and continued to abuse your clit, this time rubbing it side to side in a quick motion. “Mommyyy, gonna cum,” you announced against San’s flushed, spit-covered nipple, before lapping at it like a melting ice cream cone and sending him into a deeper state of pleasure.

“Uh-uh, little…nnngh…whores don’t get to cum, unless Mommy says so,” he replied shakily, wanting nothing more than to just give in to you, but knowing you didn’t want him to. He pulled you away from his chest, your shiny mouth connected to his perky bud by a string of saliva, reaching up to stick his thumb into your mouth and press down on your lower jaw. “Now, stick your tongue out.” 

“Want Mommy’s spit.” Looking up at him with half-closed eyes, you stuck your tiny tongue out and let out a small ‘aah’, keeping your fingers busy by rubbing both of his nipples with your thumbs the same speed he rubbed your clit, flicking it as soon as he did it to you. 

Letting out an almost pornographic sounding moan from how overstimulated his chest was starting to feel, San drew a fair amount of saliva inside his mouth, before pursing his lips and letting it drip down onto your tongue in thick globs, groaning at the sight of your eyes starting to roll up underneath your glossy eyelids as you swallowed it down. As soon as your body began to convulse and your thighs trembled, San shook his head. “I thought I told you not to cum, kitten. What happened, huh?” 

“I-i couldn’t help it, Mommy…It felt too good,” you panted out, going lax in his strong arms, trying to recover from your high after being teased for so long. Once San gently let go of you and took a step back, his hands on his hips, you sat up, looking up at him with a pout. “I’m sorryyyy.”

San smiled mischievously to himself, motioning to the floor with his head, his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “On your knees, whore.”

Gulping, you slowly lowered yourself to the ground below him, spreading your knees apart for him as he lifted up one of his legs, giving you an upskirt view that made you pulse, before pressing his heel down onto your cunt, pushing and rubbing directly on your already swollen clit. “F-fuck, Mommy…”

San licked his lips, digging his heel further down on your slick cunt, moving it in a way similar to how he would if he was trying to get something off the bottom of his heel. “If the little whore wants to cum so bad, then she’ll cum using Headmaster’s pretty heels, now won’t she?”

“Yes, I will! Anything you want, Headmaster.” Smiling perversely and letting out a shaky breath, you watched San slide his heel in between your legs, allowing you to sit your pulsing pussy down onto the sleek plastic. “Can I suck Mommy’s cock while I rub myself on your heels? I wanna make Mommy cum.” Seeing his brief apprehension, you pressed your cheek against the outline of his cock, rubbing against it through the soft material of his skirt. “Pretty please?”

San bit into his bottom lip, reaching behind his back to unzip the black skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing that he was wearing one of the newest pair of panties he had bought you a few weeks back. He had on your lacy set that had tiny heart cut outs throughout the lavender material, his veiny cock too long and hard to stay within them, instead only cupping his balls, his shiny, reddened tip exposed and dripping for your viewing pleasure. “Are you going to let Mommy throat-fuck you?”

“Mommy can use me all he wants,” you replied obediently, not even bothering to swallow all the saliva that had filled the inside of your mouth from looking at your husband’s soft curves being hugged tightly by your borrowed panties. Once you opened your mouth, San plugged it up with his thick length. You immediately got to work, hollowing your cheek and using your tongue to slide across the underside of his cock. Almost simultaneously, you began to move your hips in a fluid fashion, letting out muffled moans as you dragged yourself across his high heel. 

“Look at you. You're such a filthy little girl.” San groaned from the feeling of your moans vibrating onto his sensitive skin, slowly sliding his fingers past your hair on either side of your head and clutching it somewhat tightly. “Now, Mommy’s gonna use you like a cocksleeve, alright?” 

“Mm-hmm!” you encouraged him with a small nod of your head, running your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the smooth nylon material underneath your fingertips. 

With his eyes barely open, San pushed himself past your tight throat and began thrusting harshly into it, short, desperate gasps and groans escaping his throat. “Yeahhh–oh, fuck, that’s it…” 

Tears began to run down your cheeks, San fucking your mouth so deeply, his pubic hair repeatedly tickled your nose, the vaguely bitter taste of his pre-cum continually dripping down your throat. “Mmmff…” was all you could verbalize, speeding up the movements of your hips and closing your thighs tightly, feeling your clit catch onto San’s heel over and over, knowing you were leaking all over it and the carpet below. 

When you began to massage San’s tight balls through the panties he was wearing, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Fuck, where do you want Mommy’s cum, baby? You want it down your throat or on your slutty fucking face?” he asked in between exhales, slipping in and out of your throat a few more times, before he pulled out and slapped his twitching cock down onto your face, his pre-cum and your saliva trickling down along your heated skin. 

“My face, Mommyyyy, cum all over baby’s face,” you babbled, so incredibly dick-drunk, you could barely form your words without slurring. Your cunt contracted around nothing, one second away from emptying your arousal all over yourself, still rutting against him with unapologetic desperation. 

San groaned heavily, blowing a few strands of his wet hair out of his eyes and fisting his cock as fast as he could, questioning in a deep, throaty voice, “Yeah? Are you gonna cum from Mommy spilling his load all over your pretty little face? Huh, baby?” When you whined instead of answering, he grabbed you by the hair and angled your head back further, pushing his cockhead against your cheek and smearing more of his pre cum onto your messy face. “Answer me, whore!” 

“Yes, Mommy, I’m gonna cum…! Give me your cum, Mommy, please, please, please!” you cried out hoarsely, more tears spilling out of your half-closed eyes, grabbing onto San’s trembling hips and squeezing them, losing yourself completely when hot spurts of San’s cum began to land all over your face. 

“That’s a good girl, letting Mommy paint your face like this,” San sighed, his lips forming a dimpled smile, his pretty brown eyes upturned with satisfaction. He lazily stroked himself, emptying the last bit of his load onto your tongue and tapping it for good measure. 

Before you could swallow, San wiped the cum from your face with two fingers and pushed them down onto your tongue. “You wanna taste?” he purred, rubbing his salty release around, encouraging you to close your lips around him and suck, cleaning them. 

“Mommy,” you murmured once you swallowed, your voice cracking slightly, legs trembling, trying to stand up but unable from how numb your lower half felt. 

“Oh, baby, you made such a mess,” San cooed, smiling at the sight of your glistening thighs and bending down to lift you up from the ground before setting you down on the desk. “You’ve been so good for me…taking all of my punishment. Should I give you a reward now?” 

“Cock,” you replied softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I want Mommy’s cock.” 

“Of course you do, you little cockslut.” San nipped at your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled away and rubbed your thighs in small circles, admiring how puffy and red your pussy looked. “How do you want it?”

Scooting off of the desk, you smiled sheepishly up at him, twirling a lock of your hair. “I want you to bend me over your desk and pump me full of your cum, Headmaster.” 

Without a second of hesitation, San grabbed you by the hips and spun you around, pushing his hand down on your spine, making you lay flat against the mahogany table. “Filthy slut. You want me to abuse this little pussy even more than I have, huh?” 

“Yes, Headmaster.” You wiggled your ass back and forth, glancing back at him. “Make a mess of me.” 

San responded by lowering himself down, spitting directly onto your cunt and smacking it. He stood back up, chuckling at the gasp you let out, spitting again, this time into his hand and lubing up his cock, before slamming his hips forward into you, your greedy cunt swallowing him up completely. 

“Oh my god,” you hissed out, reaching forward and gripping the edge of the desk, trying to get used to the low burn you felt in between your legs, being stretched out by San’s thick length. “Fuck me, please. Please, Headmaster.” 

San began pumping himself into you with a fervor he didn’t know he had to offer, leaning his body over you in order to grab your wrists and pull them back behind you. “Like this, right?” he grunted out, the sounds of skin slapping and your heavy breaths filling the silence in the room. “Is this how a naughty girl like you wants to be used, Miss Y/N?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, a bit of drool falling past your lips, your upper half not even touching the table anymore with the way San was holding you and using you like his personal cocksleeve, his heavy cock pounding into you over and over, bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Lemme guess, you want to be creampied, don’t you?” San held your wrists with one hand so that he could slam his palm into your ass, groaning at the handprint he left behind. “Hm? You want Mommy’s cum in your pretty little pussy?” 

“Yeah, fill me up, Mommy!” 

San tightened his grip around your wrists and tugged them in his direction, making your back arch painfully, allowing him to fuck into you at a deeper angle. “Oh, fuck, your pussy’s clenching around me, babydoll. Cum for Mommy,” he growled, drilling himself into your g-spot until he made you squirt onto his cock. 

“So good, so good, it’s so goodddd,” you mewled, your wrists beginning to feel numb from how tight his grip was. Your legs trembled beneath you, feeling like jelly. You would’ve crumbled onto the floor like a ragdoll, but you couldn’t, at least not until your Mommy gave you what you wanted. 

After a few more pumps inside your slick, tight hole, San let go of your wrists and collapsed down onto your back, huffing and puffing into your ear. “Here it comes, you filthy little girl. Here’s Mommy’s cum, just for you…Oh, god, just for you.” He let out a long, drawn-out moan that sounded more like a whine, sloppily thrusting into you until his hot load shot out and coated your walls. 

You both laid there for a hot minute, trying to catch your breath and come down from your highs. San lifted himself off from you, only for your legs to finally give out, urging him to lift you up into his arms bride style. “Are you okay, pretty girl? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?” 

“Not at all, Mommy. You were perfect,” you chimed, reaching up to caress his sweaty cheek, admiring the rosy blush imprinted on his skin. 

San smiled at you and pressed his lips onto yours, only pulling away when he had to take a breath. 

“Headmaster?” 

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” he asked, nuzzling your cheek with his own. 

You hummed at the warmth of his skin on yours, giggling a bit, looking up at him, your eyes full of stars. “Can you teach me another lesson next weekend?” 

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[hatelangdon]

Promise Ring.

Pt 2 of this fic/ 1.4k words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Slight angst, Hurt/comfort, & fluff

(🚨Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Crying, Screaming, Possible panic attack🚨)

Summary: After removing Kyle from his problematic situation with Madison, You notice that the poor zombie has also developed some kind of sickness, possibly from the neglect he experienced in the midst of his heartbreak. He has become your "responsibility" so you take care of him and show him a kindness and gentleness that he hasn't experienced before.

(A/N: ...This is very long, I am so sorry but I absolutely love sick!hurt/comfort and I got a lil carried away because Kyle is my sweet angel and I would feel so bad if he didn't feel good, because he definitely doesn't understand why :(....also y'all are going to jump me but there's going to be a part 3 🤓☝🏾 that will be actually taking care of Kyle because I know that is what ya'll want. )

Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry, but once again...Kim, there's people that are dying.

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You had put Kyle to bed in your room, he didn't protest much.

Your bedding was very soft, and the sheets smelled of you and lavender pillow spray.

You already had him lying down, piling your purple weighted blanket over his body, which surprised him but he remained calm.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" You moved some of his hair from his face, he suddenly grabbed your hand which slightly scared you, but he was gentle.

He pressed your hand up against his face, right on the scar under his right eye from the accident, he looked up into your eyes lovingly.

"y/n t-t-thank you"

"You're welcome Kyle, I know it can be hard sometimes. You've gone through a lot, honey." You gave him a encouraging boop on the nose.

He blinked twice at you, probably trying to decipher what you were feeling, but he knew that you called him honey and honey was good so he smiled, pressing your palm to his dimpled cheek, you could tell that he was getting sleepy from the way he completely squished his face into your hand and how slowly he was blinking.

"Go to sleep Kyle, I'm right here for you."

He nodded, his eyes closing almost obediently.

Once you were sure that he was asleep from his soft breathing, you moved yourself into your papasan chair in the corner, you wanted Kyle to be as comfortable as possible and have a bed to himself.

There was already a blanket in the chair, so you wrapped it around yourself, it was pretty comfy, you'd fallen asleep in in a dozen times before.

You turned off the lamp that illuminated the room in warm white lighting, and slowly found yourself drifting into unconsciousness.

3:42 a.m.

You were woken from your sleep by a shift of weight on top of your body.

You almost freaked out, thinking sleep paralysis had gotten ahold of you, but you were surprised by soft tufts of blonde hair tickling your face, and warm skin against your chest.

Kyle had balled himself in your lap, his arms completely wrapped around your torso, and his head lying on your chest it didn't look like a comfortable position, considering he was much taller than you and practically slipping off the chair.

"Kyle?" You rubbed him on his back gently, trying to wake him up.

He must've been already awake, because you were immediately met with a long groan.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you in the bed?"

"Comfort." he whispered

You cooed, feeling your heart flutter

"Well wouldn't you be more comfortable in the bed?"

He shook his head

"Want...y-you." He said it like it was the plainest thing in the world

You felt your face heat up.

"Well cmon, you can still be with me but let's get in bed. You're falling off the chair Ky."

He grunted, his grip around you tightened

"I'll lay with you, we're just gonna get back in bed okay?"

Kyle sighed and groaned, like the moody baby he was...but he obliged, standing up. His eyes were squinted from the tiny bits of morning light coming through the curtains

You guided him to the bed laying down first, patting a spot for him to lay in your arms.

He immediately crawled into your embrace, letting out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your body around his. You pressed your head into the back of his neck, feeling the warmth radiating.

"Try to get some sleep, Kyle. Alright?"

By the time you had got your words out you could already hear soft snores coming from his lips

5:56 a.m.

The second time you woke up, was from Kyle tossing and turning in his sleep.

At first you thought he was having another nightmare but his face was red and you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin so it seemed like there was something more.

"Kyle, wake up. It's okay you're just having a bad dream."

You tapped him on his chest, trying to wake him up.

He Immediately sat up, hyperventilating and sobbing, his head felt like it was pulsating and he could feel his racing heartbeat in his ears, he wasn't recognizing his surroundings at first, he was scared.

You reached out to comfort him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Kyle, what's wron-"

He, threw your hand off of him, and jumped out of the bed.

"NO!"

He was having one of his "fits" Kyle often didn't know how to process his emotions when he was upset, he had lost his sense of emotional regulation and his ability to communicate when Zoe and Madison brought him back.

"NO! NO! NO!"

He grabbed the lamp on your nightstand and threw it to the ground, the glass going everywhere

"KYLE NO, STOP," you grabbed his arm to stop him breaking anything else "you're okay! You're okay! You're not in any danger!" you turned him to look at you, you could tell his eyes were pleading for some sense of understanding, while his brain worked at a million miles a minute trying to connect his pain and confusion to a reason besides anger and a imminent threat.

After a couple of seconds he recognized you as a safe face. He looked around at what he did, all of the glass on the floor and your worried face.

Tears started falling from his eyes, and he reached out to you, he needed touch.

"Kyle, oh come here." You hugged him right away, crossing the sea of glass in your crocs.

"I understand you're upset angel. Come sit down, be careful." You guided him back over to the bed, making sure he didn't cut his feet.

He was completely red in the face, and the tears just wouldn't stop. He was crying so hard, that it looked painful.

"Kyle, I think you're sick baby. You don't feel good do you? It's okay to not feel good, we can fix it."

His big, teary, brown eyes peered into yours as he blinked slowly, not understanding.

"Can I touch you Kyle? Is that alright?"

He hesitated for a second before nodding. You felt his forehead, and he practically melted into your touch which was a relief to his warm skin, he definitely had a fever.

"Does it hurt in here?" You tapped his forehead and he nodded

"Okay, can you show me if it hurts anywhere else?"

He motioned to his stomach patting it, as well as his back, he was finally feeling understood by someone.

You nodded, patting his head to signify that you understood him.

"You're sick Kyle, but that's alright. I'll take care of you. That just means that your body needs some time to calm down and fight something that's not supposed to be in there."

He didn't fully understand what you were talking about, but he trusted that you knew what would make him better.

He always thought you were so smart, even when Zoe was around he noticed how kind you were and how you always seemed to have answers.

"Alright, first things first! I gotta clean up this glass, stay here and lay down." You rubbed his cheek.

Just the notion of you leaving him, made him cry harder as he grabbed onto your arm.

"Kyle, I'm not gonna leave you, I'm not" you shushed him "I'm coming right back, I promise"

He wasn't letting up Zoe had said those same words to him, and she walked straight out of his life after promising that she would be in it forever.

"listen, I take promises very seriously," you gently kissed his forehead and removed one of your rings from your finger. It was silver, and heart shaped with a rose quartz stone "This is the ring my best friend gave me before I had to leave my town," you pressed it into his hand "as long as I'm gone, you get to keep it, that's how you know I'm coming back. It's very important to me, and so are you."

Kyle just stared at the ring, it was very pretty.

"You are important to me"

he understood that enough to let you go.

(Pt 3)

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[youngestsano]

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓡𝓨 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

A/n : My friend wrote this since she wants to experience the feeling of the writing a scenario. But i hope you like it ! :))

Every morning of her day, there would be a new gift outside of her house waiting.

It would be so annoying that it would get in her way from time to time. She knew right away who it was from, as she found him very irritating when some days he tries to start conversations with her.

 

It’s not like she hates having conversations with people, but when it’s a person who tries to talk to her and gives her items to impress her just for fun, it could be infuriating.

Some days she tries to give little signs that she doesn’t find any interest in him or any of his gifts, but he’s so lovestruck that he doesn’t even see the signs this been happening for the past couple of months as she showed no interest in him. John finally figuring out that she has no interest in him as he decided to give one more chance, and if she declines this time he will have to eventually give up.

 

Until one morning, when she finally had enough of this sick behavior, As she was walking around the troll village until she saw a familiar guy, she immediately tried to speed away without getting noticed. But it was too late, as she heard her name being called out many times.

“Hey you! Y/N, Here! I got these flowers for you! Aren’t they beautiful? Just like you!!!” He said, smiling. His heart beat was rising, the girl was too cute for his liking. He had to have her to himself, one way or another.

"Oh, more flowers..?" Y/n notes, staring down at the bouquet John gave her. She seems annoyed by them, actually.

The girl picks a flower from the bouquet. "...what are these?"

She asks bluntly, taking the time to squish the flower in her hand. The petals are scattered everywhere, the flower is now destroyed. His smile becomes slightly crooked

“I-I uhm- I was only trying to do something nice for you! You know I have feelings for you- you don’t need to destroy it- I just wanted you to like it...” He said, almost holding back a tear.

The shortie tilts her head. "...so you like me?"

Y/n puts up one of her tiny eyebrows in intrigue.

"That's what you were doing? You were trying to impress me?" “Yes! I am! I can’t control myself when I see you... I want you to fall in love with me, so I must give you flowers and plushies! It’s my only shot at you...” He said, smiling through the pain in his eyes. "...why me?"

Y/n asks bluntly. She wasn't used to people actually liking her for her, so she was taken aback by his comment.

"He's actually serious?"

She thought, seeming to actually be interested in the way he's trying to win over her heart. His eyes light up, but he tried to hide it

“I-It’s hard to explain... When I see you, it feels as if the sky is clear of any clouds. Your smile, the way you act, your beauty... All of- All of It... You’re like a goddess to me...”

He said, getting off track. Y/n raises her other eyebrow.

"...you might be the first person to actually say something like that to me. Or is that just something you say to all the girls you want to get with?"

“No, No! Absolutely not! You are the first one- I would never say that to anyone! I’m being dead serious...” He put his heart in his hands, the girl’s eyes seemed so bright and captivating.

If his emotions are genuine, she might consider giving him a chance. She doesn't know if he's actually her 'type' or not, but it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance and plus she felt bad since he was trying his hardest everyday well more like a month.

*”Why not?" She thought.*

"...alright. I'll give you a chance. If you can impress me enough, maybe I'll think about giving you a shot."

“Y-you will?!” He said, almost jumping out of his skin. He finally did it! He would be able to hold her close! His eyes gleamed like a child, he couldn’t wait for the next day he could see her! He also had a huge grin on his face.

He definitely put a lot of enthusiasm into his response. Y/n smiled upon seeing that.

"He's gonna be a lot easier to deal with than I originally thought." She thought with a smirk. She looked forward to him she then grabbed his hand. “yeah why not..” As she smiled brightly, He then shouted excitedly as he grabbed her letting out a big yelp from her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck “Cmon ! we’re going to our first date!”

“WAIT WHAT!?”

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[wheatnoodle]

MMMMMMMMMPART FOUR BARK BARK BARK

other parts

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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eddie’s squished in the corner of his own couch, mike wheeler’s bony knee digging into his thigh. why couldn’t they pick someone else’s house? code red, group meeting, maybe the wheeler basement? not his tiny trailer?

one by one, they file in. nancy, mike, max, lucas, erica, robin, dustin-…dustin shuts the door behind him. he shuffles over to stand next to robin, scrubbing a hand over his face and staring at the floor.

“i bet you’re wondering why we um…we called this meeting,” dustin clears his throat, adjusts his hat so he has something to do with his hands. lucas looks around and he holds up a hand to stop dustin from continuing.

“everyone’s not here,” he says, leaning around to look at everyone. eddie sits up, takes his own glance at the group and does an internal head count.

“where’s steve?” he asks and sits up to look out his front window. maybe steve was just running late. he could’ve been far away or something, who knows. there’s a choked off sob that has his head flicking over to robin. she covers her mouth with her hand, turns to face away from everyone.

“that’s what we called you guys to talk about,” dustin says after a deep breath. he can’t look any of them in the eye.

“okay…what’s going on? You’re making it seem like he’s…like he’s dead, or something,” nancy scoffs softly. she crosses her arms over her chest, her face taking on a look of concern.

“holy shit, is he dead?” max asks. silence fills the room, all eyes on the pair standing front and center. why them? why’d they have to be the ones to deliver the news? robin wipes under her eyes, releasing a heavy sigh that turns into a groan of frustration. she turns back to face everyone.

“okay…um…a few days ago, at the bonfire, i tried to talk to steve because he…he’d been really quiet all night. like, nance and i were walking back up and he was still sitting there. so- so i went to talk to him. and he just seemed…really…out of it. jumpier than usual…s-sadder than usual?” she paused, needing to squeeze her eyes shut and clench her fists to keep from crying more than she had on the way over. “and he…he wasn’t at work for a few days. guess he called keith and told him he was sick and would be out for a bit.

“day he was supposed to come back, he doesn’t show. keith can’t get in contact with him. i can’t get in contact with him. dustin can’t either,” robin explains. she sounds exhausted.

“alright, now you’re freakin’ me out…did he fuckin’-…is he dead?” eddie cuts in, his forehead creasing in the center. he hears max’s sharp breath in and reaches behind mike to grip her shoulder.

“no, no he’s not- he didn’t kill-…he’s not dead,” is what robin settles on. her fingers are itching for a cigarette, she doesn’t even smoke. “dustin went to go check on him and he’s just…gone? like- like all of his things, his car, his pictures, him. he’s just gone.”

“what, he just packed up and left?” mike asks, his voice edging on anger. he furrows his thick brows, leaning forward on the couch. he looks ready to square up with someone.

“that’s…yeah. that’s what it looks like.” dustin sighs heavily.

“and nobody’s looking for him? after- after everything?” mike scoffs and shakes his head before pushing the long locks behind his ears. he stands up, moves to grab his coat.

“mike-“ nancy tries and rises as well. she reaches out to take his arm but he shakes her off.

“no, nance! look, he’s not my favorite person in the world, he’s your ex and he used to be a dick. but he’s family now, whether i like it or not, and i don’t fuck around when it comes to who i pick for family,” he starts, “also, it’s steve! y’know, hundred and one concussions? you want him just…out there? on his own? with his shit memory and his headaches, hell, he can barely hear! so you guys can sit here, be sad, whatever. i’m looking for steve.”

“‘scuse me,” eddie mumbles, barely even audible to himself before he’s putting his hands on his knees and standing up. he doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes, instead just slips a cigarette from his pocket between his lips and pushes through the small crowd in his living room. he can hear dustin call his name but he keeps going until he can shut his bedroom door and twist the lock behind him.

steve was gone. he may never see him again. he may never see him again. he may never get to smoke with him again and listen to the wild stories from high school that he never seemed to share with anyone else. he won’t get to shuttle the kids to his house or meet them somewhere and listen to the way steve mothers over them, fixing collars and reminding them to walkie if they need anything.

eddie would never be able to look into his eyes again. those big, brown, beautiful eyes that glow like the moon when eddie gives him his full, undivided attention. those eyes that eddie’s realizing he wishes he could look into them forever. and if not forever, maybe just one more time.

he wouldn’t be able to tangle his hands in his hair and feel the way the strands slip like silk through his fingers. it always looked so soft. and now he’d never know. eddie wouldn’t be able to hug him and god, what he would give to smell him right now and what kind of a thought is that to have about your fellow man friend? slow your roll, edster.

not that it would even matter anymore that just thinking about him makes eddie’s heart ache. because steve is gone. steve is gone.

and suddenly, all at once, eddie can’t breathe and he’s drowning in his own saltwater tears. the unlit cigarette falls from his lips and he’s sliding down the door, all dramatic movie style, until he’s sitting with his knees to his chest. broken sobs are yanked from the deepest parts of his chest against his will, collapsing his ribs with the force. he crumbles forward into his knees, pressing his forehead into the skin that sticks out from his ripped jeans. one hand is trying to cover his mouth and muffle himself, the other finds it’s way into his hair.

steve is gone and eddie didn’t know where he went. steve is gone and he left eddie behind. steve is gone and he is going to find new friends. he is going to find someone who makes his heart race and he is going to take them out on cheesy dates and dance in the kitchen at three in the morning and kiss them like his life depends on it and eddie is going to throw up oh my good he’s gonna be sick stop it stop it stop it.

he loves him.

steve is gone and eddie loves him.

steve is gone and eddie was too late. too late too late and now everything makes too much sense. all those nights he stayed awake in bed, staring at his ceiling with thoughts of steve harrington running through his brain. every time he was in the room with the jock, eddie gravitated towards him. he’d stand behind him, prop his chin on a toned shoulder and wrap an arm around his waist. tell himself it’s just because he liked making steve jump when he doesn’t see him coming, but really he just…fits. so well against eddie’s chest. and the blush that rises in his cheeks.

steve is gone and eddie loves him.

there’s a tentative knock on the door that pulls him from his sorrow and has his head snapping up. he smacks his hands against his face to swipe away any tears, scrubbing at his eyes before he stands up.

“eddie…?” it’s robin. she sounds nervous, uncomfortable. shit. they’re probably all listening to him cry like a baby. “it’s just robin. i kicked everyone else out.” is she listening to his thoughts? “um…no, no you’re just…y’know, talking.”

oh.

“oh.” he takes steadying breath and cracks open the door, only a couple inches, enough to look at the disheveled girl on the other side.

“eddie…” robin says in a sad sigh, her shoulders slumping as she takes in the sight of him. she wants to reach out and take his face in her hands, wipe his tears and tell him how they still had each other, but she knew it wasn’t the same. and right now, she feels as though she is approaching a wild animal recently caged and cornered. reaching into his space is not what he needs.

“robin.” his voice wavers and eddie’s pulling his wobbly lower lip between his teeth to chew on.

“i’m right here.” she’s quick to reassure him. eddie turns his head behind the door as a fresh wave of tears floods his waterline and he chokes on a whimper. he sticks his hand out of the crack in the door and she tangled their fingers together, letting him cling to her as hard as he needed.

robin rests her forehead on her side of the door, lets her own tears slip as she listens to him feel his world come crashing down around him, the same she had. she wants to scream. wants to smash all of the harrington’s windows in and set the place on fire and run into the middle of the lake with rocks tied to her feet and scream.

instead, she squeezes eddie’s hand tighter and cries with him through his bedroom door.

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september rolls around and the kids are back in school. a whole month without steve. that’s how long she makes it before max is cracking open her lined math notebook to a blank page and uncapping her pen with her teeth.

dear steve,

i don’t know if you remember even giving me this address. you were pretty drunk when you did. but, you left, and this is the place i hope you ended up. you seemed happy when you talked about it.

things are different now. we’re different. not a good different, but i have hope. dustin is pretty mad all the time. doesn’t talk except to bitch at people which was funny at first, but now it’s pretty annoying. lucas quit the basketball team. he said that his teammates kept bugging him about what happened to you since they know he was close to you. but hey, now he has time for me to teach him how to skate. (fyi: he’s shit)

part of me wants to be mad at you. like, how dare you leave me, you bastard! but i saw how you were before you left. you were so tired. i’m really proud of you for looking out for you. i would much rather know you’re alive on the other side of the country than dead here because things got too much.

robin misses you so much. she talks about you every day even though it always makes her cry. but she keeps doing it. i think she wants to make sure everyone remembers you. she writes poetry now? all starring you or this girl in marching band. but what i mean is she’s got an outlet at least. which is good. she’s good at it.

eddie…isn’t around too much anymore. he stays in his trailer most of the time which now reeks of weed and has music blasting 24/7. i will say though, he’s been playing a lot of smiths on his guitar. can you believe it?! eddie! the smiths! which brings me to reminding you that your “special friend” seems more than willing to wait.

i hope this reaches you. you don’t need to answer or anything. i just wanted you to know that i’m happy for you. and i’m proud of you. i like you more than the rest.

that random girl,

max

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Well you know I always love me some Lorcan. I was thinking about dad Lorcan the other say holding his tiny baby for the first time?

Or with Fenrys him surprising you with a puppy like Fleetfoot

I got lots of little headcannons

Mmmm it’s been a hot minute with Lorcan. Miss that hunk of a male… and also you know that your requests are always welcome! ✨

Squish

Yeah, in Lorcan’s books babies and him don’t work together. Just can’t be in the same sentence. Shouldn’t be. So when you fall pregnant he is mortified. In awe of your body. With you growing a new life but so scared that he had something to do with that. It’s not about the responsibility. Not even about the fact that he doesn’t deserve it. But the idea of someone so small depending on him.

So when the little bundle of joy finally was born. Lorcan did everything but touched her. He was by your side. Bringing you things you might need. Things the baby might need. He laid by your side. Helped you hold the baby while you fed her. But he didn’t reach out to hold her. Lorcan watched her. Following her every move. The pattern of her breathing.

“You should do skin-to-skin with her”, you slowly set up, reaching for a glass. Lorcan was about to step in to help but you stopped him, “I can get that, you get our girl”. And it’s as if you had said something that had crumpled his whole world. “Lorcan”, you called out softly, “You can do it, my darling”. He swallowed thickly, turning to the crib.

“What is it? You’re having second thoughts?”, you said quietly and Lorcan instantly shakes his head. “I just, I’ve never held a baby”, he breathed out, “Plus, I don’t know how to be gentle”. You carefully got out of bed, slowly walking closer to the crib, “That’s not true. You hold me constantly and you are more than gentle”. He wanted to argue but you dipped slightly, picking up a still-sleeping babe.

“Sit down and relax”, you muttered, rocking the girl in your arms. “I can drop her”, he argued back. “You’re sitting down, my love”, you reassured him. “Squeeze her”, “All you’ll have to do is put your palm on her back”, but his body still looked ridged. “What if she observes all of my dirty… I haven’t showered, yes”, Lorcan was about to jump up when you pressed your palm to his shoulder, “You love her a lot that’s why you’re panicking but it’s okay, she is tougher then you think she is”, you smiled down at him, cupping his cheek, before reaching to hand him the little girl.

“Y/n”, he said in a way higher pitch, enough to make the girl frown slightly in her sleep. Distance him and leave him no other way around holding her. “You also should breathe, baby, your lungs are working”, you laughed slightly at him all panicked like that. “What if…”, he started but you quickly cut him off, “Look at that little smile”, Lorcan looked down quickly. And it was true her chubby cheek was squished against his chest, a lazy smile on her face as her tiny palm pressed against her chin.

“I think she’s excited that daddy finally showed up”, you brushed your fingers through his hair. As if on cue she let out a satisfied sigh, earning a slight chuckle from Lorcan. “All this time she was fusing around because she was looking for you”, you watched his eyes soften as Lorcan carefully brushed his finger over her cheeks. “It’s really… Calming”, he muttered. “To hold her?”, you asked softly sitting down by his side as you rested your head on his arm. “Yeah, she’s so warm and so soft”, Lorcan mussed, “I don’t want to let her go”, “Good because I doubt she wants to be apart from you”.

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[rxmqnova]

My little troublemaker

Y/N: 4 years old Lizzie: 19 years old ——————————————————

LIZZIE'S POV Having a little todler running around the house is not easy. Especially when you're only 19 and you're raising your child alone. The judging looks by other people when Y/N calls me 'mom' in the store or just somewhere in public aren't helping at all, but I wouldn't change a thing in my life.

Y/N wasn't planned at all. Her father left me right after I told him I want to keep her. He was quite rude about it which only made things so much harder, but I'm trying my best to give her as much love as I can. I know for sure she'll ask me the question about her dad in the future, but for now I'm trying my best to make up for both parents and to make sure she has everything she needs.

I do have an amazing family though. My parents and siblings are helping me as much as they can which I'll be forever grateful for. Also my daughter is the most amazing little human in the world. She's pretty smart on her age and thank god she's not one of those children who throw tantrums about everything.

Y/N and I had a movie night yesterday, so I'm not even surprised when I find myself surrounded by a bunch of blankets and Y/N's teddy bears after waking up. My eyes widen when I don't find my daughter underneath the blankets or anywhere in the room though. She's usually the one who wakes me up by laying her small body on mine and squishing my cheeks with her tiny hands.

"Y/N?" I look around the room once again, not seeing her anywhere. I immediately rush down the stairs to find her. "Oh my god, Y/N!" I raise my voice when I see her standing on a chair in the kitchen, a knife in her hand. I quickly lift her up, immediately taking the knife from her hand. "Honey, you could have hurt yourself. You can't use a knife without me knowing" I sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Are you okay?"

"But I wanted to make you breakfast" She pouts, crossing her arms.

"Oh did you?" I raise an eyebrow which makes her giggle. Y/N nods with a smile, pointing at a piece of bread which is placed on the kitchen counter. "That's for me?"

"Yes, mama! You have to try!" She grins, happily kicking her legs.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I will try it out right now" I take the bread and sit down on a chair with Y/N on my lap. I take a bite, trying hard to pretend like it's really good. I don't know what's in this, but it really doesn't taste good.

"Do you like it?" Y/N asks with a huge smile, watching me carefully.

"It's really good, sweetheart. Thank you. It's so good that I'm gonna save it for later" I smile at her, Y/N nodding her head and smiling at me in response. "But what would you say on some pancakes now, hm?" I boop her nose which never fails and always makes her smile.

"Yay!" Y/N cheers, throwing her arms in the air.

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"Mommy? Do I have a dad?" Y/N asks quietly, watching me with her big green eyes. I just tucked her in for bed and I definitely wasn't expecting this question tonight.

"I. Hm… You do have a dad, sweetheart. Why are you asking?" I give her a smile and brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She needs to know she can ask me or speak to me about everything.

"Because the boys from my preschool say it's weird to only have a mommy" She explains, adding a dramatic sigh to the end.

"It's not weird at all, honey. A lot of children have only a mommy or only a daddy. Sometimes it just happens, but it doesn't mean it's weird" I tell her, stroking her cheek with my finger.

"But why, mommy? Why isn't he here with us?" She asks, wrapping her little arms around my neck. I take a deep breath, thinking about what to tell her. But I think it'll be better to just tell her the truth somehow, even though it's not really nice.

"You know, baby… Your dad was very mean to mommy, so she decided she's better without him" I tell her honestly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I don't like him then. You are the bestest and nicest mommy in the world" Y/N pouts, making me wonder how did I get so lucky to have her as my daughter.

"I love you the most, my little monkey" I smile, pushing back my tears. Y/N's words really got me. "It's getting late now though and you need to get some sleep, so we can play all day tomorrow" I rub the tip of my nose against hers, making her smile.

"I love you, mama" She says, pouting her lips for a kiss. I peck her lips with a kiss before pulling up the covers to her chest. "Mommy, my teddy bear!" She suddenly gasps, looking around the bed to find her favorite teddy.

"I'll bring him. Stay here and don't move" I warn before standing up and walking to find Y/N's favorite teddy.

I make my way to the living room and as I expected, she left him there, so now I'm on my way back to the bedroom.

"I found him, baby. You left him in the-" I start, cutting myself off when I see Y/N sitting on the table in front of the window, her face and hands pressed against the glass. "Y/N, that's really dangerous. How did you get there?" I sigh, immediately lifting her up on which she whines.

"But there was a butterfly, mama" She pouts.

"A butterfly? Now? At night?" I raise an eyebrow on which Y/N nods. "That was probably a moth, sweetheart. But no climbing on the table when mama isn't with you, okay?"

"Yes, mama" Y/N says with that cute pout again.

"It's really time for bed now, my little troublemaker"

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[fandoms--fluff]

Just Like Old Times

Gilbert sister reader x Jeremy Gilbert

summary: When Jeremy has a nightmare, he comes to you, his oldest sister

Warnings: mentions of death, 

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Jeremy gasped, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to control his breathing. He was having a nightmare of watching Anna die in his arms over and over. 

Now that may have not been what really happened, but it wasn’t any different to him. She died not even an hour after the Gilbert device knocked her out in the bathroom at the Mystic Grill, into his arms. He had to watch as the members of the founders council dragged her away, he was helpless and couldn’t do anything about it. 

His mind hasn’t let go of how horrible her death was. Every night he’s been playged with a nightmare with her dying, some nights were worse than others, like this one. 

This one wasn't just Anna, it was also his mom and dad, and aunt Jenna (who he secretly stilled called 'Auntie Jenna' when it was just the two of them), and Vicki. Everyone he's lost all just squished into one torture of a nightmare.

He brought up a shaky hand to his face, moving his hair out of his face, before kicking all the covers off. He tried wiping the tears off his face, but they just kept coming so he gave up on that.

Thinking back to the past, he remembered how every time he'd have a bad dream he'd always go to his big sister. She held him and comforted him until he fell back asleep. But the only difference now is that he's no longer eleven, he's fifteen.

The memories just won't leave his head so from the spurt of the moment, he slowly got out of his bed and walked towards his closed door. As quiet as he could, he turned the knob and opened the door, cursing the door when it let out a tiny squeak in his head.

He quietly walked across the hall to your room where there's a dim light coming from under the door, telling Jeremy you're still awake.

Before calling his decision off, he turned the doorknob and walked a couple steps into your room.

You looked up from where you were sitting on your bed reading, hearing someone coming into your room.

"Hey Jer, - what happened?" You set the book aside and stood up when you saw the tear streaks on his face.

"N-nothing" he stuttered out, not knowing how to tell you he had a nightmare like a little kid.

You raised an eyebrow, not believing your little brother. Reaching over, you grasped his arm and gently pulled him down so both of you were sitting across from each other on the bed. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” you ask in a soft tone.

“Mhm”, he nods his head. 

“Why don’t you explain to me what happened, and I can help you, there’s got to be a reason why you chose to come to me instead of staying where you were” You told him.

After a moment of silence from the fifteen year old, he sighed and started to explain his nightmare to you. 

By the end of his long explanation, telling you how horrible he felt on the inside and the pain won’t go away, he started to cry again. He misses Anna and Vicky, and most importantly, his aunt and parents. 

“Oh, sweetie I’m so sorry you feel this way, you should’ve come to me sooner, that way you wouldn’t have to suffer alone” you said as you pulled him into your arms. 

He immediately nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, basking in the touch and comfort you’re giving him. You wrapped your arms around his shaking frame and brought a hand up to the back of his head while leaning back on the headboard. 

“That’s it, let it out, it’s going to be okay, I promise” you whispered and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

You hold your little brother close as his crying starts to stiffle. Soon following, you feel Jeremy slacken his grip as he drifted off to sleep.

Softly smiling, you remember how when Jeremy was younger he'd also come to you when he had a nightmare and after you made him feel better, he'd always fall asleep, cuddling into you. And it seems it hasn't changed, as Jeremy is still nuzzled into your neck.

You reached over and pulled your comforter and blanket over you both before turning off your lamp on the bedside table.

As you lay there, you started to rub circles on Jeremy's back, gently not wanting him to wake.

#jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert x reader #jeremy gilbert x sister reader #gilbert reader #nightmare #jeremy gilbert comfort #cuddling #fluff #cute #thevampirediaries #the vampire diaries #comfort

[st4rc4t]

4eva (hasan piker x reader)

cw: depressed/bedridden!reader, entirely comfort

wc: 600+

a/n: if u think uve read this before, you have ! i originally wrote this for wilbur soot about 2 year ago but we all know how that went so . i rewrote it for hasan and its better now

When Hasan finds you, you’re curled into yourself and almost tiny. The big fluffy comforter makes it so only a small peak of your hair is in his view. If anyone had glanced, they would’ve thought the bed was empty. He knows better than that. He enters the space slowly, giving a low grumble of a greeting, making extra sure you know he’s there. He sits on the edge of the bed as delicately as he's capable. He watches your lump in the blanket rise and fall for a minute, mulling quietly over the right thing to say, and do. 

“Are you awake?” he whispered, keeping the hushed tone of the room.

A couple seconds of silence pass, and he’s almost scared he’s disturbing your incredibly needed rest. Although you shake your head in response, he can't tell if it's a yes shake or a no shake. At least he knows you’re awake, whether you want to admit it or not. Before he can begin to overthink his options, your hand snakes its way out of its blanket shell, leaving it out and open for him. He still doesn’t see your face. He shuffles his large body closer to yours, almost testing the waters.

He was so stressed when he got the text from you. A simple “I need you” has never pierced him so sharply. He was on his way immediately, assuming the worst from something so vague. He knew if you were in danger, you'd call, but he can never stop his brain once it's in panic mode. The sight of your form in the blanket wasn’t enough to fully quell the pit in his head, but it would be better soon. He would make sure of it.

Your hand moving is what brings him out of his thoughts, making little grabby motions at him. He loves when you do that, he loves feeling wanted. 

Finally, he decides to speak again, “Can I join you?” he mutters out sincerely, continuing to keep his voice low.

A whimpered, “Please,” is all he gets back.

He feels his heart squeeze at the plea, along with an involuntarily sympathetic, “awh” that escapes him. There's a slight pout on his face that, if the image had been taken out of context, would’ve looked as though he was fawning over a sad puppy. His insides are melting.

He physically can't keep you waiting any longer, or himself for that matter. He wants to squish you so hard into his chest, a piece of you stays with him forever.

He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the foot of your bed. Crawling over to lay in the space behind you, careful not to kneel on any limbs. He lays on top of your sheets, just outside the blanket cocoon. He’s still trying to give you space, while also being close. He's not sure why he’s so hesitant, worried about sending you back down whatever spiral landed you here. You turn over to face him, almost pathetically try to wrap your comforter around him. He fawns over you once again, admiring how caring you continue to be, despite the obvious aching. Gently reaching towards your face with both hands, he cradles your head in his large palms. He wiggles his too-big-for-your-bed-body into the protective layer that you've extended to him, tangling closer to you. Rubbing the apples of your cheeks, at long last seeing your pretty eyes gaze up at him. Your pupils dance around his face, looking hard, before your tears start acting up again. You practically smash your face into his chest, still pushing deeper. His warmth wraps around your figure as his arms do, your bodies melding to fit each other’s shape. He’d stay as long as you needed. Forever, preferably.

#hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi #hasan piker #hasabi posting #my writing

[leejungchans]

seventeen as new parents

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @joshuas : i would also like to request hehe for a small parent au headcanon (maybe like when they first become parents </3) with svt </3

a/n: hihi shuawife <333 thank you for the req and i hope you’ll like this hehe 💓 requests open until june 1, see this post for more details/guidelines if interested <3

word count | 2k

pairing | seventeen x afab!reader

genre | fluff, parents au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

୨୧ seungcheol

he’d be so fascinated by your baby :(( they’re just so small and tiny and he’s so in love :(((

he knows he’s strong so he’d constantly be worried about doing something wrong, like accidentally holding your baby too tightly or in the wrong position, but you’re always there to reassure him

literally has the proudest dad smile no matter what your baby does. it doesn’t matter if it’s the bare minimum—they’re his child and he will be there to smother them in affection >:(

makes a spit bubble? proud dad. yawns for the first time? proud dad. grabs his hair and yanks? proud dad. takes their first step? proudest. dad. <33

so. many. cuddles. he’d never let go of your baby if he could

he’d love holding them close to his chest as they’re napping so he can quietly admire them, gently tracing a finger over their tiny features and smiling when they yawn

୨୧ jeonghan

jeonghan would not be afraid to make a fool out of himself just to get your baby to smile :(

coos a lot to your baby and playfully squishes their cheeks (see: that video of him and soonyoung with chan)

“peek-a-BOO!” “goochie goochie goo~”

definitely also does the airplane thing whenever he’s feeding them, makes mealtimes more fun <3

he has infinite patience, and even if your baby makes a huge mess he’s never annoyed

“oh, you’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“i wonder where they got that from, yoon jeonghan.”

he loves lifting your baby up in the air while calling them his little angel :(

jeonghan very much radiates calm excitement, really eager to spend time with them and at the same time always has the situation under control

he’s yoon jeonghan, what else do you expect <3

୨୧ joshua

serenades your baby all. the. time.

your baby grew up in the womb listening to sunday morning <3 they’ll probably be able to recite it word for word eventually

but as much as you love teasing him for his neverending sunday morning agenda, it helps lull your baby to sleep faster so who’s complaining?

gets one of those baby carriers that you strap across your chest so he can go around doing errands while having your baby close to him at the same time :’)

one of his hands is restocking your fridge with groceries and the other is giving your baby head rubs

dad jokes for days, like actually

“why can’t leopards hide? because they’re always spotted.” “joshua, i love you, but oh my god…”

the first time your baby wrapped their tiny fist around his finger, he looked over at you with the widest eyes and biggest smile

“darling, did you see that? they’re so tiny 🥺”

yes, he teared up a bit but can you blame him? he loves kids and loves the fact that he now has one with you even more <3

୨୧ jun

jun’s the fun dad <3

he’d love dressing up as/pretending to be different characters to make your baby laugh

sometimes his performances baffle your baby more than anything, but them staring at him with widened eyes is just as cute :(

whenever something unexpected happens, he’d panic a bit at first, but just as quickly regain his composure and try to find a solution because he wants you to rest as much as possible without being overwhelmed with a ton of questions </3

strikes a perfect balance between letting your baby roam and experience as many things as they can, and spending more tender, quiet moments with them

one moment he’s putting on a one-man puppet show for your baby, and the next they’re napping together on the couch with their chubby cheek squished against his chest <3

୨୧ soonyoung

please, he’s practically overflowing with excitement <3

the thought of you two expanding your family and having mini-me’s running around the house makes him so, so happy

let’s be honest—he definitely wants a ton of kids

two words: tiger. onesies.

you take a short nap and wake up to your baby tiger on your chest smiling at you

he’d be such a positive dad, always there to celebrate your baby’s little wins and to encourage them during an oopsies moment

there’s never a dull moment between these two because he’s always your child’s biggest fan

your baby’s destined to be a dance prodigy: the moment they can stand they’re already bouncing along to the song he’s playing

he spends all day teaching them how to horanghae so that one day they can do it together. sorry, i don’t make the rules <3

୨୧ wonwoo

oh, he’s prepared

of course there are no set rules to parenting, but he definitely knows what to expect

he’d read as many books as he can, so by the time your baby arrives he knows how to help and lessen your stress <3

while his excitement doesn’t always manifest externally, it doesn’t mean he isn’t giddy about welcoming a new addition to the family, because he most certainly is

often, you’ll walk in on a sight that makes you feel fuzzy and warm—your baby snuggled comfortably in his arms as he reads to them in his gentle, calming voice

when your baby starts learning how to grab stuff, they’ll constantly be trying to take his glasses off as he’s cradling them

in those moments, the laugh he lets out is genuine and clear, and he almost always lets them have it for a bit <3 (under his careful watch so they don’t hurt themselves)

୨୧ jihoon

he definitely worries a lot especially as your due date approaches, because he wants everything to be perfect for both you and your baby </3

sometimes his concerns can overwhelm him as he juggles work and being the best father to your child

but they melt away almost instantly whenever he sees you rocking your baby to sleep, whenever he looks into their round, curious eyes; immediately reminded of how lucky he is to have a family with you

when your baby is old enough, he’ll take them with him to his studio so you can have some me-time at home

he’s trying his best to stay focused, he swears, but he keeps getting distracted by how adorable your child looks as they stare at his equipment in wonder ☹️

“do you want to say something into the mic, sweetheart?” [unintelligible baby noises] “thank you, that was beautiful.”

proceeds to play the recording to anyone he crosses paths with

୨୧ seokmin

another member who’s practically vibrating with excitement

his happiness was already contagious even before you welcomed a baby, but after? you can feel it from the next room 🥺

truly rivalling your pregnancy glow with his new dad glow ✨ though he makes sure that everyone knows you’re the main character

100% lifts your baby up in the air like they’re simba, it’s cute and it makes them squeal with glee <3

gently tickles your baby a lot because he thinks the little giggles they let out are the most beautiful thing he’s heard

tries to cheer them up when they're crying by making silly faces :(

insists on singing your baby to sleep every night. sometimes you just like to observe from the doorway of the nursery so they can bond

he cradles your baby in his arms while singing softly, the slow rocking movements and his sweet voice lulling them to sleep within minutes ;-;

୨୧ mingyu

the golden retriever energy is through the roof :( he’s just so, so, so happy to be a dad

he has tons of nicknames for your baby: honey, sweetie, sprout, pumpkin… the list goes on

honestly, there isn’t a thing this man wouldn’t do for you and your baby—he built the crib, he painted the nursery, he packed your hospital bag, he learnt how to change their diapers…

as your baby gets older, your place will be completely baby-proofed

if your little angel will be anything like him (ie: inherit some of his clumsiness), he needs to make sure they don’t bump into sharp edges as they’re exploring 😞

another member who’s extra, extra careful whenever he’s holding his baby, because the last thing he’d want to do is hurt them :(

probably gets teary or cries every time your baby wraps a hand around his finger because they’re just!! so tiny!!!

୨୧ minghao

another member who likes being extremely prepared throughout the course of your pregnancy

he tries his best to stay calm through everything because he doesn’t want to add to your worries :(

even during the worst tantrums he never loses his patience with your baby, simply continuing to rock them in his arms with a gentle smile on his face

when they finally stop, he gives them a little kiss on the forehead to comfort them <3

your baby is better dressed than some people are 😌

he likes to buy cute outfits for them, it doesn’t matter if people point out that babies grow out of their clothes really quickly

bonus if he coordinates his (and your) outfits to theirs so you always look like the best-dressed family whenever you’re out in public together

he’d also like doing something artistic with your baby once they’re older, like letting them try finger painting or moulding stuff using clay

proudly displays their creations all around the house afterwards <3

୨୧ seungkwan

he documents every step of the way so you’ll have lots of photos and videos of your baby to look back on <3

on that note, he absolutely has a photo of you holding your baby as his lock screen

definitely really, really emotional about being new parents with you and swears up and down that he’s going to be the best dad

gives the best reactions to anything your baby does, the “you’re doing amazing, sweetie!” energy personified

sometimes he can be a tad overprotective over his baby, but all for good reason because he never wants anything bad to happen to them :(

he talks to them a lot even if they’re just a baby and can’t understand anything, it still doesn’t stop him from telling them about his day in a soft voice while rocking them to sleep, it’s his way of bonding with them ;-;

“the choreography was a little hard, but uncle chan’s helping me with it… oh, you’re getting sleepy, aren’t you? sweet dreams, little one”

୨୧ vernon

vernon’s the cool dad

in the beginning he might flail around and panic a bit with tasks like changing your baby’s diapers or trying to feed them, but he quickly gets the hang of it <3

eventually he’s completely unfazed and probably bopping his head along to some music while changing their diapers 😭

he’s just so, so endeared by your baby that everything they do makes him grin widely

lets your baby make small decisions for him for fun

“should i order noodles or a burger?” [baby noises] “noodles it is, you’re so right, sweetheart.”

once your baby is older, he’d love taking them on late-night bus rides, your baby tucked securely in his arms as they peer out the window

he points places out to them too <3 “that’s where uncle seungkwan and i go out to eat a lot” “that’s where i got you your cat plushie”

speaking of cats, definitely shows your baby a ton of cat videos :(

୨୧ chan

oh, chan…

he loves kids so he’d be so, so excited to be a dad :(

he’s a very animated storyteller, so whenever he tells your baby a story it always makes them giggle because of how energetic he is

probably calls your child “baby dinosaur” </3 liddol baby crongs </3

they’d have the cutest cheeks and he always squishes them

obviously your baby would show a passion for dancing since a very young age

he’s over the moon when he sees them bounce along to the song playing on tv, immediately showering them in hugs and kisses while proudly remarking to you they’re going to grow up to be an even better dancer than him 🥺

if you bring them along with you to visit him at practice? he’d be even more determined to give it his all because he wants to look cool in front of your baby ;-;

much like how he’s always the others’ biggest supporter, no one’s a bigger fan of your baby than him and he’s always showering them in praises :(

a/n: watched the clip of baby chan with his brother again, -12/10 would not recommend, extremely devastated rn 😞 also this is my first time writing headcanons so please go easy on me <3

if you enjoyed my writing, please take a little time to reblog and give feedback to support it <3 it tells content creators what you like and motivates them to keep creating for you <3

#ficscafe #kdiarynet #caratwritersclub #sol.writings #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen headcanons #svt headcanons #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #wonwoo x reader #woozi x reader #mingyu x reader #minghao x reader #vernon x reader #seungkwan x reader #dino x reader

[lizziecanrailme]

Little Redhead❥

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader | Avengers ft. Yelena & Kate x reader (platonic)

Summary: Your girlfriend turns into a baby

Warning: Mentions of the red room

A/N: I wrote this for no reason <3

〈★〉

You really didn’t expect this

Like at all

It was supposed to be an easy mission, just you, Steve, and Nat. Though the agents you were facing had different plans for that.

Now here you were, carrying a tiny baby redhead. Who was giggling with her little fingers in her mouth. She was so innocent, it made you sad that the red room took that away from her. She was just a child, and she was took from those monsters.

You decided not to think of it any longer. Enjoying the time you had with her in this state. She started babbling random nonsense. “What are you saying little red?” you asked in babyish voice.

She babbled louder this time, as if she really was trying to speak to you. “Bubba” you heard her speak, you gave her a shocked look. “What was that little red?” you said with an excited smile. She giggled, “Bubba!” she exclaimed, you cooed at her.

She had such a sweet smile, showing her two small teeth. She also had adorable chubby cheeks that you just wanted to squeeze.

“We’ve landed Y/N” you heard Steve’s voice call out. You grabbed your bag and pulled it over your shoulder. You walked off the Quinjet, walking towards one of the entrances of the Stark tower.

You already know your teammates are gonna question why you have a random baby in the tower.

“Welcome Mx. L/N” Friday greeted you politely, “Hey Friday” you responded with a smile. You walked into the main room, where you saw your teammates.

Bucky and Sam were watching a show but bickering with each other. Vision and Wanda were cooking in the kitchen, as usual. Tony was drinking wine, while laying on a chair. Steve had gone to the bathroom to take a shower, then sleep. Clint was probably in his room.

Kate was on the floor on her phone, sitting between Yelena’s legs. While Yelena was braiding her hair. That was quite an interesting site to see, considering Yelena wasn’t that close to Kate. Or that’s what she had claimed, “Kate Bishop is a puppy that follows me around, why would I be friends with her?”.

Yeah, you’re going to tease her about that later.

There wasn’t that much noise in the room, which was good. You didn’t want Nat to get overwhelmed. Yelena heard Friday’s announcement and turned from Kate’s now finished braid. She saw the shit eating grin on your face and grew mildly embarrassed. But she was quickly distracted by the baby in your arms.

“Why do you have a baby with you?”

That question cause the room to go silent. Everyone turned to you and stared dumbfounded at the little baby in your arms.

“Did you steal it?” Sam asked

“What- no I didn’t steal her! This is Natasha” you raised your voice at him. There was another silence before you heard someone snort. You already knew who it was, you raised your eyebrow at Kate, who bowed her head.

Wanda came out from the kitchen and to you and Nat. “Aww she’s so cute” she said while lightly squishing her cheeks. The little redhead giggled at the affection.

“Wand” she said while smiling at the redhead brightly. Wanda gasped, “Yeah I’m Wanda” she replied, scrunching up her nose.

“I’m guessing she remembers you, that means she has to remember everyone else too.”

Everyone else perked up at this.

“She’s my sister so I get to hold her first!”

“Oh god”

〈★〉

#Natasha’s a baby #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fluff #natasha x reader #marvel #wanda maximoff #platonic Wandanat #the avengers #platonic avengers #lizziecanrailme works #baby!nat #katebishop #yelena belova

[dp-marvel94]

Borrower Danny

Summary: DPXDC. A teeny tiny Danny starts living in Wayne Manor

Word Count: 2,281

Also on A03 and Fanfiction.net

Warning for mentions of unethical experimentation

Danny races through the sky. His parents had… had found out and…. The flash of their angry, disbelieving faces. A net gun. Electricity. They’d captured him. They’d… they’d experimented on him. Needles and chemicals. Loud noises. Locked in a cage. They’d change the temperature. No light for days… then they’d never turned them off.

It. Experiment. Vermin. Creature. He was an it. A ghost. A monster. Not… not…

‘What did you do with our son?’

Danny shakes his head, flying faster. No. He escaped. He’s safe. But…

It hurts. Everything hurts. He’s free but… his core hurts so bad. It feels like it's cracking. He’s escaped but… no. He’s not safe. He’s just as small, as weak, as helpless as he was… there.

His core squeezes, a contracting shiver running through him.

What was that?! 

Danny nearly falls out of the air. Everything suddenly looks so much bigger! 

But he can’t stop. He has to keep going!

In his new tiny form, Danny stumbles upon a huge manor. He stops. No more. He can’t keep his eyes open anymore. He has to rest. This room is empty and bare. Just furniture. No clothing, books, personal belongings. It will have to do.

Exhausted, Danny passes out.

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Danny awakes to sunlight on his face. He stretches. He… actually feels a little better. He opens his eyes and…

Screams. But… that can’t be his voice?! Why does he sound so high pitched and squeaky?!

Danny’s head furiously turns, looking around. Everything is so big. Or… he’s small. Maybe five inches tall at the most. 

Frantically, Danny tries to turn back but the rings don’t even flicker. He tries again. A third time. And… nothing! Nothing! Apparently, he's stuck in ghost form, can't turn back, and all of five inches tall! How?! Why? Why is he so small? And how did he get here? What’s happening?

The boy’s stomach growls. And why is he so hungry?!... right. A pit forms in his stomach. It’s been… days? Week? Since he last ate. It feels like his stomach is eating itself. He’s so hungry… 

With some effort, Danny wobbly floats off the ground. Food first. Then… he can figure this out.

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It’s ten minutes before Danny stumbles upon a huge kitchen. (This… mansion? It must be a mansion… is so big. How many guest rooms are there?) The boy’s eyes briefly light up. There must be food here! With flickering intangibility, he phases through a closet door. And… it’s a pantry! So much food... 

Danny sets his eyes on a package of crackers. Something that doesn’t have to be heated up. And… sigh… something small enough for him to pick up. 

For several minutes, Danny struggles. “How do I get in this thing?” He mutters, frustrated.

"Allow me, sir." An older man with a British accent startles the small ghost. No hint of surprise on his face appears as he opens the package.

Danny just stares, frozen in surprise at the lack of reaction. But then the butler (?) holds out a crack. Numbly, the ghost boy takes it and disappears.

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Danny does a better job of staying hidden the next few days. That first slip was… embarrassing and dangerous. He’s lucky the guy didn’t squish him… or call the GIW. Danny shivers at the thought. 

The boy stays put for a bit, trying to think of a plan. But he can’t stay still, too filled with anxiety. He gathers scraps of cloth and other trinkets for his hidey-hole in the guest room. He might as well make himself comfy while he waits for his core to heal; maybe once it is, he’ll be able to turn human again and he won’t be stuck this small. His powers are spotty but he manages his task. 

Every day, Danny collects food from the kitchen. And to his surprise, he finds bits of food left out for him. Crumbs of crackers and cookies. Little bits of cheese and luncheon meat. Singles olives, tiny apple slices, slivers of carrot.

Several days pass with no improvement with his core. Danny follows the same routine. Maybe he can find a phone and call Jazz? But, she wouldn’t be able to understand him, not with his voice so small. He needs help but… how?

His mind flickers to… the old british man, the butler. The food he leaves… it’s there regularly, the same time everyday. Clearly the man knows he's there and Danny feels torn. He needs food and he likes not having to steal it. He wants to take it. But… leaving any hint that he’s still there is bad. What else is he supposed to do though?

Stomach churning with nerves, he takes the food, only when the kitchen is empty. He stays hidden.

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That is, until he sneaks into the kitchen to find the butler making a mini omelet. Danny watches curiously, transfixed. The older man finishes, placing the food on a tiny plate. Then... he looks up, to exactly where Danny is hiding.

"Good morning, young master." He holds out the plate.

Danny hesitates. The man’s seen him. He knows he’s there. He’s… known this whole time… He shouldn’t respond. If he doesn’t move, if he’s quiet, maybe the old man will give this up. But… 

This determination and care. The butler had been putting food out for days. He made this omelet perfectly sized for him. It looks so good.

Danny steps out of his hiding place and floats down. He takes the plate and with a quiet thanks disappears.

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After that, Danny lets the butler see him more often. He’s… he’s lonely. And the man… Alfred, he learns his name is… is so nice. He makes food for him and talks to him as if he’s just another person who lives in Wayne Manor (the name of this huge mansion), as if Danny isn’t a weird, tiny glowing floating boy who randomly showed up one day.

Alfred starts collecting doll sized furniture, setting it up in a corner of the kitchen. Danny studies it reluctantly. Food is one thing but… this is a lot. Can he trust hospitality like this? He can’t… he can’t let himself get comfortable. There’s Mr. Wayne and so many strange kids. 

The angry little kid with the sword who always had his dog following him around

The teen about his age who’s always drinking coffee and typing on his phone.

The quiet black-haired girl he saw dancing in the kitchen one time. 

The blonde girl with the purple hoodie. He saw her sliding across the floor in her socks to get a bowl of popcorn.

The man in his mid-twenties he saw backflipping through the kitchen.

And the towering man he only saw once, who oddly felt like a ghost…

So many people… can he let them see him? They’d… they’d definitely freakout. But Alfred didn’t… And that bed looks so comfortable compared to his pile of rags...

Danny sleeps in the bed. He takes and eats the food with less and less hesitance. And finally, he lets one of the other Waynes see him.

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When the door to the kitchen slams open after school, for once Danny doesn’t run. He stays sitting on the bed, trembling with nerves.

The youngest kid almost stomps into the room, ever present scowl on his face. 

“Ah, how was school today, Master Damian?”

“As boring and tedious as ever.” The boy crosses his arms. 

Danny eyes the door. Maybe he should flee; the kid doesn’t appear to be in a good mood. But before he can act, the boy’s eyes turn to him.

“I see you’ve finally procured a figure for your display, Pennyworth.” His scowl softs, head tilting curiously. The boy steps forward, reaching out. “It's quite an unusual design.”

“Do not-” Alfred starts.

But the warning comes too late. Damian’s hand wraps around Danny’s small body, lifting the figure to his face.

“Hey!” Danny panics, flailing in the hold. “Stop! Let-” Unthinking, he bites down on the thumb pinning him.

“What!” The boy drops him unceremoniously. His wide eyes stare as Danny falls onto the table. “What is it?” He sounds half mystified, half disgusted.

“Not an it, Master Damian.” Alfred reprimands. “I believe you’ll find he is a person, though small in stature. And he is our newest manor resident.”

Damian’s nose wrinkles for a moment more, looking from Danny to Alfred and back. Then his face smoothed out. “My apologies.”

For just a moment, the kid looks almost uncertain. 

Alfred steps beside him, a hand on the boy’s back. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, Master Damian?”

Damian straights slightly, eyes fixed back on the small ghost. “I am Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne, his only blood son and heir.”

Danny snorts at the speech but the other boy either doesn’t see or chooses not to acknowledge it. 

“Who are you?” Damian asks, the curious look returning.

The ghost boy opens his mouth, his name on his lips. But… he closes it. Even if he did try to talk, the kid wouldn’t understand him; Alfred never has.

Instead, Danny bits his lip. After a pause, he hold one hand in front of him and with the other mimics the motion of a pencil.

“You write for something to write with?” Damian raises a brow.

The ghost nods. 

The younger boy opens his bookbag. He pulls out a piece of notebook paper and a mechanical pencil. After tearing off a piece of paper and breaking off a portion of the led, he places it in front of Danny.

The ghost boy kneels. Slowly he writes. He frowns down, studying his handy work. Then, he lifts the scrap.

“Danny.” Damian reads. “Is that your name?”

Danny nods.

Slowly, softly, Alfred smiles. “Welcome then, Master Danny.”

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One by one, Danny meets the other Waynes. 

Tim spots him one morning. With wide eyes, he looks in between his coffee and the small figure. He only stops once Alfred greets Danny with a good morning. The other teens turns to leave without even sipping his coffee, muttering about sleep-deprivation induced hallucinations.

Danny introduces himself to Cass while she’s making pancakes. He watches her dancing while mixing the batter. Then, he floats over, giving a shot wave and holding up the paper with his name. Cass makes him a tiny pancake and teaches him how to sign his name.

The next day, Dick comes to the kitchen, looking for him by name; apparently, one of the other kids told him. He brings a present- a tiny Nightwing themed blanket and something that is probably supposed to be a teddy bear but made of pom-poms.

A few days after that, when he’s off exploring the mansion, he follows the sound of laughter and meets Steph. She, Tim, and Cass pause their movie long enough for introductions and make a space for him in front of the tv. He snuggles on the offered blanket, gorging himself on popcorn.

Bruce. With a kind smile after breakfast.

Jason. On a rare visit to the manor and a disbelieving laugh.

Slowly, Danny gets more comfortable but the tension never quite leaves. He still can't figure out how to turn back into a human; maybe he can't at all and actually died in his parents lab. He still stuck small and communicating is hard, with his voice so high pitched and quiet. He manages with paper and mechanical pencil led. But what can he even say? How much can he trust these people with the truth?

But the Waynes don't push. They're patient and understanding. Danny has food and a place to sleep because of them. They let him watch movies with him, offer him presents. He almost feels safe.

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Family dinner is a big deal in the Wayne household. Alfred spends the whole day preparing at least a dozen dishes. Danny would expect the man to be stressed with all the work but there is an air of happiness, almost excitement. The small ghost helps as best he can. But he feels a hint of nervousness; the look Alfred gives him isn't pleading but he can almost sense what the man is thinking, what he's choosing not to ask.

Danny has interacted with the Waynes one on one or in small groups of two or three. But the whole family... The thought makes his stomach churn but...

When Alfred carries plates and utensils to the table to set it, Danny carries his own tiny plate and utensils. He places them down.

The butler's eyes crinkle at the sight. Then he shakes his head. "Now that won't do, Master Danny."

Alfred brings the tiny table and chair, setting up Danny's own place at the table.

Dinner comes around. The family is all there and Danny is drinking it in. The delicious food,the hilarious shenanigans. There is laughter and yelling, Bruce sighing like the overworked Dad he is.

Something in the small ghosts relaxes, shoulders releasing their tension.

"This is the last roll."

"It's mine!

"Not if I get it first!"

All the younger members of the family all lunge for it, climbing over each other and batting each other way.

For first time since his parents captured him, Danny laughs. It bursts out of him, the sound high and giddy. 

Finally, something in Danny's chest uncurls.

A flash of light, a crash, and Danny is laying on the floor. The commotion abruptly stops.

The ghost boy pants, body feeling much warmer, heavier.... And bigger. His mind spins.

There is scrabbling. Seconds later, the Waynes all stand over him.

"Holy shit." Danny isn't sure who says it. "He's got black hair and blue eyes."

#Danny Phantom #DC Comics #DPxDC #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc fic

[joongbin]

Im not sure if it's too early (⁠˘⁠.⁠ _⁠ .⁠˘⁠)

can i request skz reaction to 9th member m!reader saved number with something cute maybe sweetly / fluffy / tiny or animal he looks like (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

whats my name? - ot8

summary › getting a cute contact name by your member is so nice, it makes you wanna squish them.

genre › fluff, possible crack?

pairings › ot8 x male, 9th member, reader. (not in a relationship.)

warnings › cursing, some members look at your phone w/o permission.

a/n: it's not too early at all !! this one isnt my favourite at all tbh .. i had no ideas whatsoever for this ..... but i hope you enjoy!

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

BANG CHAN

You and Chan were talking before you said you needed to excuse yourself to the restroom, leaving your phone on, on the desk. He took this opportunity to check what's his contact name, since he's seen everyone, but not yours.

'wolfchannie' it wrote, he giggled to himself at how cute he was, not noticing that you had came back.

“ what the fuck are you doing, Chan? ” you said, snatching back your phone. He hugged you and swung you around lightly with you being confused. Was he drunk?

“ my contact name is so cute ~ also sorry that i looked through your phone, i just wanted to see what's my contact name. ” he said, muffled against your shoulder.

“ .. you could've asked me? ”

“ no, you wouldn't give me it, i know. ” he hummed, with you struggling to get out. Well, your efforts were absolutely worthless since Chan is 100x stronger than you.

Chan bragged about having a cute contact name to Han and Changbin, with the two of them humming while he brags.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE KNOW

The two of you were showing each other your contact names of the other members, Lee Know's was pretty normal, with their normal nicknames with their emojis.

You, on the other hand, had cute nicknames from stays that made it up, again with their emojis.

Now it was time to show what you had for each other, Lee Know showed his first, with it being your nickname and your emoji. And with an extra cat that looks like Dori.

You showed yours, chuckling nervously. 'minnie 😼' He chuckled before laughing hysterically at his nickname, patting your head.

“ my nicknames so cute, y/n~ ” he cooed, you rolled your eyes playfully, giggling.

Lee Know talked about it during a YouTube Live, stays thinking that he was bragging, which he KINDA was.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

SEO CHANGBIN

Throwback to the time when Felix asked his mom to call Changbin's mom, just to see what he had his mom's contact name as. Yeah, Changbin pulled the same shit on you.

Instead, he had asked one of the members to do it while he called you. Once you got the phone call, the same perpetrator, Felix, snatched your phone and took a picture of his name.

“ Felix! Changbin was calling me! ” you said, grabbing your phone back before realizing he had already left the call, with Felix giggling as he sent the picture.

'bunnie🐰' (Bunny + Binnie)

After he saw what his nickname was, he was quick to text you about it. Saying how it was so cute and how he was gonna hug you to death.

Yeah, he went live that night and immediately told stay how you had a cute contact name for him with a giant smile on his face.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

HWANG HYUNJIN

You were texting Hyunjin when something he had texted something so funny that you had to send it in a group chat. Although you blacked out the past messages, you didn't black out his name.

So, you sent it to the group. The first to notice the name was none other than Hyunjin himself.

'm/n ..... Why is my name ‘ferretman 💤’ ????' You were embarrassed. You sighed and explained, since his SKZOO is a ferret, and you didn't wanna be boring. He chuckled at the explanation, spamming haha's over to you.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

HAN JISUNG

The two of you were playing truth or dare, Han asked you and you chose truth. It had already been 20 rounds now, so he ran out of questions.

“ m/n, what's my contact name? ”

You laughed at the question before pulling out your phone and showing him. He squinted his eyes as he looked at what his contact name was on your phone.

'hanji 🦫🦫'

He gasped and literally hugged you, ruffling your hair and squishing you like you're his personal plushy.

“ my name is so cute, m/n!! I love you so much!!! ”

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE YONGBOK (FELIX)

Felix simply asking you to show him his contact name on your phone was pretty easy, since, well, it's Felix. You showed him with a smile.

'bokkie 🐣'

He found it absolutely adorable! He also had a cute name for you, too. He side hugged you tightly.

“ so cute, m/n! ” He giggled.

After this, he told stay about it during a live. Speaking about how you were so cute and how he also had a cute nickname for you on his phone.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

KIM SEUNGMIN

You were live when a stay asked you what you had the members contact names as. Since it wasn't private, you showed them, while censoring their numbers.

Seungmin was watching the live when he saw what his contact name was on your phone.

'seungmong 🐶'

He chuckled at the nickname and decided to message you about it. Well, more like tease you about it, but he did find it cute. He may or may not have changed your name to something that matched.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

YANG JEONGIN

You were filming a new SKZ-CODE episode, and Jeongin had a mission before the episode ended: see what m/n's contact name of himself is.

He knew exactly what to do. He asked Changbin to distract you while he steals your phone.

You were texting someone while on the mattress before Changbin went to act cutesy at you and hugging you to death. Nothing was suspicious, it was Changbin after all.

That was until Jeongin snatched your phone and looked for his name or something familiar to that. He paused at one name that he knew it was definitely him.

'innie 🦊' he showed the camera his name while covering the chats with his hand. Jeongin handed your phone back with a whole hearted laugh and patted your back, telling you how he adored the name.

𑁍𑁍𑁍. .𑁍𑁍𑁍

#skz x male reader #x male reader #stray kids x male reader #bang chan x male reader #lee know x male reader #seo changbin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x male reader #lee felix x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader

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I MAY HAVE just had a Ford kin moment reading your latest chapter. I legitimately read Bill saying "magics not real" and my first thought was "huh I wonder why he believes that. Maybe something about the semantics of the definition? or the context?" It SOMEHOW did not occur to me that sometimes Bill lies and is a liar. At this rate I am going to forget he's a triangle next. Great chapter by the way!

SDLHFLK Bill claims to be a trapezoid and everyone wonders which corner is actually a very tiny 4th side before remembering that sometimes he just lies recreationally. Calling that a Ford kin moment is so funny/accurate.

But actually: yeah, you're supposed to think that!! I wanted you to briefly take him at face value, and wonder: what's his definition of "magic" for him to say it's not real, is this an "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" deal, does he know too much about the true inner workings of magic to call it that word anymore? What do we know now about Bill that we didn't know before, that he exists in a world where chanting bad Latin raises corpses into zombies and he can say "what's happening here isn't magic"?

But also he lies. In three days he might say "computers are magic, kid!" and expect you to take him just as seriously.

I think truth is malleable to him. Most of the things he says live in the fuzzy space between honest and dishonest, and even he doesn't settle on which they are unless he says something later on that retroactively establishes the level of (dis)honesty of the thing he said earlier. His idea of reality isn't steel-hard facts but soft mushy clay, and he squishes it around with his words not based on what he thinks is true but based on what feels right.

"Magic isn't real" means "magic isn't the proper mental framework through which to examine the current phenomenon or phenomena like it, therefore right now I am dispensing of it as an option to ensure that we examine the situation exclusively with non-magical tools," and also means "magic literally isn't real, you're mistaking other things for magic," but also magic literally IS real and Bill's just fucking around, unless magic isn't real and I'm the one fucking around by calling Bill's claim into question. The ambiguity goes all the way down, my friend. Magic is subjective; what is magic? Can you define it? Maybe Bill and the invisible narrative voice just have different definitions.

I think that while he said "magic isn't real" Bill believed magic wasn't real, but he probably changed his mind within thirty seconds. It's really easy to sound confident in a lie when you buy your own bull.

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