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gfguren · 7 days

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pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, a little bit domestic, a little bit intimate, a little bit suggestive? (not really) | cw: cursing, a very modest bath scene

-teaching bakugou to 'take'-

Thinking about the newly domestic give and take between you and Katsuki. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's hell bent on doing everything himself, at first. That's the way he's always lived after all - hyper self-sufficient, independent to a fault, and so goddamn stubborn about it all.

It makes you feel almost useless, his insistence on doing everything, not only for himself but for you as well. Honestly, you should have expected it; he was like that well before moving in together. Taking all the responsibilities on himself, wrangling you out of the way when you so much as try to help, because he "feels like it", or he's "better at it", or "just move, f'r I make ya".

But you were a guest in his house, then - so you let him have his way, bullheaded as it was. Now that you share a house - a home - you want nothing more than to take care of it, -him.

Though moving mountains would be easier than convincing him to accept it.

You try brute force, first. And it goes as well as you might expect, like throwing pebbles at a brick wall. Putting yourself between him and the dishes is just as futile; he cooked dinner, you should be the one to do this. It's only fair. Still, he takes it upon himself to pick you up and physically remove you from 'his' spot by the sink, ugly yellow gloves dripping dishwater all the way to the counter.

The floor is completely soaked by the time he plops you down on the countertop, as are your jeans, your flailing arms and exasperated "Katsuki!" having done little to deter him. Your mouth opens in protest but his hands, firm at your sides and eyes, red, and stern and definite leave no room for discussion.

So you try to 'talk about it', second. When his mood has cooled and he's feeling a little sweet. He usually is, when hero work has worn him down, chipped away at his fire until there's nothing left but his worn down bones and the aching desire to be enveloped in you - his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair.

He's nothing but mush in your arms by the time you bring it up, nearly two hundred pounds of limp muscle, eyes half lidded, and slow, warm breath. You think he doesn't hear you at first, more likely he pretends not to; but then you hear a half-hearted, "hmph". And you sigh.

"I'm serious, Kats." you rake your fingers across his scalp absently and he groans in appreciation, furling into you more. "You can't do everything, just look at you."

He peers up at you with one eye, an almost glare, more playful than anything; too tired for anything more. He huffs gently, warm breath across your chest when you don't back down. "We'll talk about it later."

'Later'; meaning never. Still, you don't press him. Not when he's so tired, not when this small moment of peace is all he allows you to offer him.

Ever predictable; there isn't a later, and he finds a way to avoid the conversation, in one way or another. Over and over and over again. You're at the end of your rope just trying to get him to listen.

Instead, you try a last ditch effort at patience, at compromise (usually a losing battle, with him); working him over, little by little.

And it works, mostly.

You find that, most times, you can slip past him while he's cooking to steal the dirty mixing bowls and discarded pans; wash them while he's preoccupied trying not to burn the chicken or fretting over cutting the vegetables 'just right'. That him doing the cooking is non-negotiable, but he'll let you help as long as you stop trying to kiss him while he's "tryin' to make y'r dinner over here, god damnit".

(Don't let him fool you, he likes it).

That it takes you far too long to realize how much he craves being asked for 'help', instead of your usual insistence on helping him. That when he feels appreciated and useful, he's almost eager to share the housework with you, looking almost boyish standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, the tepid scowl twisting his pretty face betrayed by the blush creeping up the back of his neck when you hum a lilted, "Thank you, Katsuki".

Your strategy's not foolproof, of course; he's still quick to steal whatever you're working on once he's finished his, itching to make himself busy once more.

But it's progress.

Still, no matter how much you try, or how long you pester him, he puts his foot down at taking care of him while he's sick, while he's training or on patrol. Anything that could end with you hurt, or put you in harms way is a hard 'no' - always, always, always.

That's not to say he doesn't let you take care of him ever. Though it was more hassle than it should have been, getting him to just sit comfortable instead of disappearing into the bath for hours, or taking his frustrations out on his poor, battered training equipment.

These days, when he's had an especially tiring evening, he'll sink down into the sofa without you having to say a thing, let you press your fingers into his shoulders and down his spine until the knots unwind. That occasionally he'll let you take him by the hand even, coax him gently into warm water and vanilla scented bubble bath.

That he becomes particularly docile when you're massaging your flowery conditioner into his wily blonde hair. The scent of you - over his waist, around his shoulders, in his hair - it's almost intoxicating, and he wraps his arms around you, like he's desperate for more, burying his face in your chest; sighs like he's at ease for the first time in his life.

It isn't easy, teaching Katsuki to take - but when he lays down with you at night, his eyes are a little brighter, hands hold you a little tighter, a little longer than when all he knew was how to give, give, give. And when his lips find yours, and you can feel his smile against them, you figure all the trouble is worth it.

And when he rolls the both of you over til you're pinned beneath heavy thighs, impish grin on his lips and calloused fingers beneath your shirt, trouble and promise brewing behind his newly fired eyes, well that's just a bonus.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #had to physically restrain myself from writing 'he could teach you a thing or two about taking' in the last line djshfd someone stop me #happy katsuki day to all my bkg girlies mwahmwah mwah 💗

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jaykaysthicthighs · 10 months

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Suck Them | JJK

excerpt | it was just supposed to be the usual great sex, but they looked so inviting

genre | smut (mdni), fluff

pairings | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | reader being a dom (just slightly), jk begs, p in v, kind of dirty talk, hand job, bit of rough sex, nipple sucking, strong language, i think that's all

wc | 4k+

notes | this is my first time writing smut or anything in general. so i'm hoping that even though i'm inexperienced you guys will still love and enjoy this

Jungkook was ramming you from behind - doggy style. Each thrust hits that golden spot for you. Jungkook never slowed down his pace; fucking you like it was going to be the last time.

You were in this position for a while now, your body was getting tired. You breathlessly spoke, "Baby, please. I'm getting numb. Let me lay down." Jungkook saw the way your legs were trembling, and it was not by pleasure. He wanted to be mean and say that you can handle it, but he was in a giving mood.

He pulled out, watching the way your pussy was clenching at the loss of his dick; Jungkook smirked. He flipped your body, so you were facing him. Your face was relieved, and you were happy that your aching limbs gets to rest. But without a second thought, Jungkook shoved his thick cock into you. Your head leaned back at the sudden occurrence. Your back arched, breast touching his chest. After a few seconds your body fell down, Jungkook's as well; his body slumping on top of yours. Your guy's body is connected in a missionary position.

He looked deeply into your eyes, loving the glow swirling around your irises. With his dick still inside you, he gave you a quick kiss; hands holding both sides of your face. "Is this better for you, baby?" You smiled warmly at him, thankful for the sweet boyfriend you have. You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened your legs wider. You tilted your head up; lips meeting his pierced ear, and you whispered, "Now fuck me, Jungkook."

When those words had spilled out of your mouth, Jungkook, in an instant, fucked you like a dog in heat. The sound of his skin clapping onto your plump ass and thigh echoed throughout the room. Your desirable moans turned his brain to mush. Jungkook was sent into a frenzy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The pleasure your lover was giving you was so euphoric. Feeling his hard length going in and out of you. His balls slapping your back hole, weirdly giving you extra pleasure. Your wetness as a natural lube. The sweat causes a stickiness to your guy's skin. His tip hitting your g-spot. You loved all of it. You felt like you were in another world every time you two fucked.

Jungkook leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, reeling in the feeling of you. He feels the way your nails dig and scratch his back. He feels the way you move your pussy up and down like you want more than what he's already giving you. The way you clench around his every time he hits your sweet spot. He hears the sinful sounds leaving your mouth. The slickness you provide for him. Your warm wet walls caging his raging dick. Jungkook truly felt like you were his utopia.

You looked at Jungkook. His face contorted with absolute sex. You watch the way his mouth groans out vulgar words. His eyes screwed shut, only focusing on the pleasure he's giving you and himself. You looked down at his abdomen, seeing the way his abs flexed at every slap. Jungkook always looked handsome to you, but when he's in this state, he's the sexiest fucker on this planet.

You untied your arms from his body and moved them down to his chest. You never really focused on your lovers' nipples, but when your hands grazed them, you saw the way Jungkook slightly shivered.

It gave you a thought. You pushed your hands on his abs, indicating for him to stop, and sat up. Jungkook looked at you with confusion; hands resting on your knees. He cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong, babe? Not feeling well?" You didn't spare him a glance; your eyes only focusing on his hard nipples. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if I can suck on them?" You pointed at his chest.

Jungkook's head faintly jerked back. This was new. It was always him sucking on your nipples, not the other way around. He stared at you, seeing if you were serious about this. Jungkook showcased a small downward smile. He saw your eyes clouded with lust staring at his nipples.

You were about to say something, but Jungkook crashed his body on yours; swiftly placed your mouth on his. You tried pushing him off, wanting an answer, but he only held you closer; demanding that you shut up and kiss him back.

You can never really say no to Jungkook, so you closed your eyes and fell prey to his touch. Without really realizing you climbed on his lap and somewhere in the middle you sunk yourself into his slick dick. You guys were fucking, but this time more slow-paced. You tangled yourself with him. Your arms around his shoulder, his around your torso; his hands resting on your ass. Legs wrapped around his body - crisscross style.

"Shit, baby, you feel so good." You moaned at his words. "Wanna be inside you forever. Inside this sweet, beautiful pussy of yours." You tucked your face in the crook of his neck; you were blushing. Jungkook chuckled at your actions, "Adorable."

You love fucking slow, but you wanted to be fucked hard. "Jungkook, please. I want it harder." you whimpered. Your wish is his command; fuck you hard, he shall. Your body started bouncing roughly on his dick. You were a mess; head leaned back, hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat, arms barely holding on, toes curled, ass started feeling numb from the constant slapping, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jungkook loved this sight of you. He loved the reason behind your messy exterior. He saw your neck blank; thought of an idea that involves painting you. He attached his lips to your damp neck and started coloring you. It was a little hard for him, fucking you hard and sucking on your neck at the same time, but he didn’t care if it meant that you were on cloud 9. He littered your neck with blue and purple hues, each a different size.

You couldn’t handle all the things Jungkook was doing to you. It was too much; your body felt pleasure in many areas. You were close, and Jungkook noticed. Your pussy holding him hard. Jungkook sucked some air in through his teeth; he felt like you were going to cut off his dick. He wanted you to reach your high, even though you were holding him, hostage, he fucked you hard. And to add more to your pleasure, he brought his thumb down to your cilt and did figure 8’s around them.

You felt like you were being attacked. It was so much to bare, you reached your climax and held onto Jungkook for dear life. Jungkook analyzed the way your body shook as you came. The way you held him so tight he felt like he was turning purple. Your pussy clenching and unclenching around his dick. Your shaky moans echo in his brain. He knows that you’re all fucked out.

Once your high died, you realize that Jungkook hadn’t cum with you. You pulled away immediately and stammered, “W-why? Why… Why didn’t you cum with me? Did you not feel good?” You felt bad that you were the only one who came; your eyes getting teary.

Jungkook saw the distress painting your face. He gently held your face between his hands. “No, baby. I felt so good. You were such a good girl for me.” Jungkook let go of you and sprawled his legs on the messed up sheets of your bed, and leaned back. One hand slightly behind holding his weight and the other traveling up his chest. “I just thought I should wait to cum. I wanted to grant your wish on sucking these,” Jungkook rubbed his hard nipples, “I want you to pleasure me, baby.”

Your breathing was heavy; you were nervous. “I don’t know what to do.” Jungkook grabbed your arm, so there were only inches between you two. “Just think about how I suck yours and copy.”

“Easier said than done. Jungkook your mouth is skillful.”

“So is yours. The way your mouth does wonders to my cock. Very skillful in my book.”

You wanted to suck his nipples badly, but you didn’t really think about how you’ll do it. Jungkook saw the hesitation you were displaying. He was growing a bit restless. “Baby, hurry before my dick goes limp.”

You stared up at your boyfriend, and he barked, “Suck them, ____.” You dived your head to his chest and did open-mouthed kisses on them. Jungkook took a sharp breath in, "Shit!" He brought one of his hands to your nape, gently massaging the area as you sucked him. The other wrapped around his pulsating cock, pumping it at a slow pace.

Your eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure you were giving your boyfriend. When you swirled your tongue around his perky bud, you heard the way Jungkook let out a low groan. You opened your eyes to take a peek, and what you saw made you wet.

Jungkook had his head leaned back, the only view in sight was his Adam's apple. You saw the way his beads of sweat rolled down at every groan. You saw the way his throat danced at every gulp taken. The way his throat turns red at every passing second. You've never seen this sight of him; it was a huge turn-on.

You wanted to hear - see more of him in this state. You noticed that his other friend was getting neglected, so brought your hand up, and took him between your two fingers; pinching him hard.

Jungkook whipped his head down and yelped at the sudden act. You took his breath by surprise. He stared at you speechless; he hissed, "What the hell was that?" You halted your deed, anxious that what you did you a bad mistake. You looked at Jungkook and murmured, "Did I hurt you? 'm sorry, babe. I won't do it again."

Jungkook saw the way you were on edge. He didn't mean to sound rude. It's just the action really took him by surprise, and Jungkook was slightly embarrassed by how it kind of felt nice. His face flushed by the remembering feeling; he turned his head right, scratching his neck. Jungkook gulped, "No... You didn't hurt me." Your eyes bugged out a little bit. You watched Jungkook's face grow red by the minute. You smiled, he looks so cute to you.

You placed your hands on his thighs. "Okay? Did I do something wrong then?" Jungkook shook his head no. You were confused, "Okay, then what happened?" Jungkook was too embarrassed to voice out the reason. There was a silence roaming the room. You tried to get a better look at his face. "You have to tell me something, Jungkook."

Jungkook turned his head to you and meekly confessed, "I liked it." Your smile grew wide; you exclaimed, "That's all?" You started giggling at the situation. Jungkook got shy and hid his face in his hands. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby." You reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. You got close to your boyfriend's face; your guy's lips brushing against each other. "So, this feels good?" Your hands went back to its previous destination and tugged his hard bud. Jungkook bit his lip hard, containing his moans, almost drawing blood. He gave you a small nod to your question.

Your free hand dragged his bottom lip down. "Don't be quiet for me." Right then and there, Jungkook's head fell back, and he let out one of the loudest moans you heard escape him. In response, you moved your head down and did kitten licks to his other pink bud.

Jungkook felt so intoxicated by this new feeling. He needed more. He bent his head down and pleaded to you, "Please, don't lick. I want you to suck me like you did earlier. Suck me hard." You smirked against his chest. But before doing so, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his leaking cock. You smiled at him with excitement, "Just to add more love."

Jungkook loves this side of you. He loves the way you look at him with much domination. He loves the way you touch him with so much eagerness. He loves the way you pleasure him like you were the top in this relationship. He loves everything in this moment.

Jungkook grinned at you and pumped his cock with excitement. He'll do whatever you want him to. You went back and gave him the hard sucking he wished for. Jungkook moaned like a bitch; he would've thought it was embarrassing, but right now, he doesn't care. Jungkook was moaning like there was no tomorrow, so you thought you should do the same thing. You moaned against his nipple, causing the vibration to shoot through him. He shuddered at the feeling.

The hand job he was giving himself, the moaning and sucking on one nipple, and the tugging on the other were making him see stars. He now knows why girls love their tits sucked so much. You were the cause of his euphoria.

Jungkook's body started twitching, signifying that he was close. He cried out, "Please, baby. More. More. I'm close." And just as you were asked, you fastened the speed you were going and gave your lover more. "Ahh..... Fuck! ____, I'm right there!"

Jungkook let go of his cock so he could grip your shoulders. You felt his fingers drilling holes through your skin. He was cumming hard and fast. A popping sound came the moment you detached your mouth from his nipple. You watched the way Jungkook's body quivered when his high was subsiding; body tense. His moans were shaky; beads of sweat falling to the ruined sheets. You looked down to see the warm, white liquid covering your thigh, some even on your bare torso.

Once everything was calm, you lifted up your boyfriend's head and kissed him. You guys kissed so hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, moans being swallowed by each other, but in the end, he still was the one to top.

Jungkook pulled away breathlessly, not just by the kissing, but by way you sucked him so good. He stared into your eyes and praised, "You did so well, baby. You made me feel like I was on cloud 9. God, why didn't we do this sooner?" You both chuckled at the last bit. You gave him a quick kiss and proclaimed, "It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world. I'll gladly suck - not only your delicious cock, but that divine set of twins you got."

Jungkook leaned his head back at your words. "Fuck, you're getting me hard. Don't talk like that." He got up and grinned when an idea popped up in his head. "Actually, let's take this in the bathroom. Start our round two while washing up."

You giggled at the idea. And just as you were about to get up, you said, "I love you, Jungkook." Jungkook picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead, "Not as much as I love you, ____. End of discussion. And if you still want to argue about who loves who more, let's do it in the bathroom."

You bellied out a laugh, making Jungkook all tingly inside. "Okay, fine. But this time you have to suck mine."

"Your wish is my command, my queen."

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 5 months

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Prompt: "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.” “You break the tradition and you end up being cursed for life. Is that what you want?” “…Are you blackmailing me right now?”

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Reader is not Yuu, Reader is implied to be human and an Octavinelle student, Jade is a menace who let's his brother get away with everything.

AN: Day 3 and it's Floyd! His was the first fic that I completed so I have a special spot for this in my heart. I love how this turned out honestly. Also this prompt was the one that gave me the idea to do this event in the first place lol. I tried my best to keep Floyd in character as much as I could, but if he feels ooc I'm sorry hehe. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

You could feel Floyd staring holes into your head as you served the customers in the Mostro Lounge.

The Lounge was busier than usual. With the steady arrival of the holidays, even the gruelling exams the staff had set for the student body couldn't dampen their spirits, which meant celebrating in advance at the Lounge with friends. And with business booming your house warden was in even higher spirits. Of course, the growing rush of patrons for the Lounge meant that nearly all of Octavinelle was roped in to help out, serving dishes and working in the kitchen.

A little extra pocket money never hurt anyone, plus Azul had assured that everyone who would work a certain amount of hours at the lounge would be getting a considerable bonus, so you didn't mind having to work long hours scrubbing dishes or smiling at customers as you helped them pick out what to eat and drink. It was a welcome distraction from poring over your books till your brain turned to mush and driving yourself up the wall overthinking about the results of your exams (that you knew you did well at; it's just irrational fears doing what they do best).

What you did mind, however, was the fact that somehow, you had managed to catch the attention of one of the most unpredictable students at Night Raven College, Floyd Leech.

No, scratch that. Catching his attention was... fine, but holding it for more than two days?

That was terrifying.

You mentally cursed out the idiot who had attached sprigs of mistletoe to all the doorways in the Octavinelle dorm. While it had led to many funny and embarrassing moments for others in the dorm, it had quickly become tiresome to monitor yourself while entering or exiting a room. Especially when the mistletoe couldn't be removed with normal and magical means, much like a heterochromatic eel merman who just wouldn't let you be ever since you explained the silly tradition behind them to him.

"Heeyy flying fishie~"

The familiar drawl of his voice made you freeze momentarily. You held the empty server tray close to your chest as if the round piece of metal could somehow protect you from the tall eel who had taken an interest in you. "Yes, Floyd?"

Floyd gave you a lazy smirk, swinging an arm around your neck and leaning against you. You struggled a bit to hold yourself up with his added weight. You watched your vice-house warden and the twin brother of this menace turn a blind eye to your predicament, and resisted the urge to throw the tray at Jade's head as you caught a glimpse of a smirk on his lips.

"Say, why'd you run away from me yesterday, hm? Did ya wanna get squeezed that badly?" Floyd giggled, and you couldn't figure out whether your heart was cartwheeling inside your chest out of fear or because of how unbelievably adorable that sound was.

"I just- I needed to study."

"Ehhh? Study?" Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, and you prayed you had not flipped the switch on his mood from happy to angry.

"Studying's boooring. I wanna play with flying fishie~" Floyd hummed, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he pulled you towards the kitchen. One that went unnoticed as your eyes caught sight of the one plant you had started dreading seeing.

"Why is there mistletoe on the door to the kitchen?" You asked, but your question came too late. Floyd had already opened the door and pulled you in. Another sprig of mistletoe was stuck on the inside, the white berries looking down on the two of you through flecks of green. It felt like the tiny parasitic plant was mocking you for finally falling into its trap.

"Ohh, we're under mistletoe~ Just like a few days ago, isn't that right flying fishie~" he smirked, crowding you till you had your back against the door.

You looked past him to see.... no one?

Where did everyone go? Service wasn't over yet, so why was the kitchen empty?

"Flying fishie~ Where's my kiss~" he hummed, eyes carefully assessing you as his fingers pinched your cheek. You tried to act stern, but your words came out in a tired tone.

"Floyd, stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe with you."

“You break the tradition and you end up being cursed for life. That's what you told me. Is that what you want?” he said, his face turning sombre, as if he hadn't been smiling at you all this while.

"Are- Are you seriously blackmailing me right now?!” you sputtered, your heart beating fast as you looked at him. Floyd leaned forward, smiling innocently.

"Maybe~"

You weighed your options, eyes carefully watching the other, much to his amusement. You were well and truly trapped between the door and this absolute wall of an eel with no way out. Atleast, none that didn't involve you giving in to the tradition some way.

Huffing, you finally decided on a course of action. You held his smug face and turned it to the side, quickly planting a kiss on his cheek. The shock and surprise of this unexpected kiss loosened his hold on you, and you quickly slipped out the door.

Speed-walking past a chuckling Jade and a confused Azul, you tried to control the heat you could feel in your cheeks and at the back of your neck by sheer force of will. A quick glance at the clock showed that your shift for the day was over.

You had never left the Lounge quicker.

Jade entered the kitchen, a smile on his face as he saw Floyd leaning against the wall with a surprised look.

"Flying fishie kissed me," he mumbled, and Jade had to force back the amused laugh that threatened to break free. "I suppose the mistletoe worked its magic. Humans sure do have funny rituals."

Jade's words seemed to bring back the spark in Floyd, who gave his twin a blinding smile. "I'm gonna go ask them for more!" he said as he rushed past him, and Jade shook his head in amusement as he called out to his twin.

"Remember to confess this time, Floyd."

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purinfelix · 4 months

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joao fluff where him and the reader decorate their house for christmas together and then bake cookies + watch christmas movies + cuddle afterwards! it’s okay if yoy don’t celebrate christmas, i could request a diff prompt :) I LOVE UR WORK AND UR USER AS WELL 💗

love actually, is all around ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: joao felix x reader (established relationship) summary: just some good old christmas-themed fluff !! warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: like i said with the Gavi one, i had completely misunderstood how soon christmas actually was so i'm so so sorry for how long this took and how late it is (but also the joao Christmas tree decorating vid lowk came out at a perfect time)... still anon tysm ily and thank u for being patient !!! hope you enjoy and have a good christmas !! <3

“No, look here Joao,” you sigh, squinting at the back of the empty cookie-mix box, “it says to put the eggs in after the butter.”

“Now why on earth would I do that,” he sighs, already grabbing two eggs from the carton and cracking them both in before you can stop him. If you weren’t so focused on the fact he cracked them both with one hand with such ease, you probably would’ve been more upset about the fact he was sabotaging the gingerbread cookies you two were attempting to make.

But even if he did, you were in no mood to be upset today - in fact, it was virtually impossible to be anything but utterly content at the scene you two had set out for yourself. You and your boyfriend had spent the better part of the afternoon decorating your apartment in time for the holiday season. And several fights with tangled Christmas lights, uncooperative sticky tape and broken baubles later, you had managed to make your shared space festive enough. Even from the kitchen you could spot the tree, who’s soft glow gave your living room an ambience and your heart a warmth that made all your efforts worth it.

You had even managed to talk your boyfriend into dressing the part, the two of you were wearing matching plaid pyjama bottoms. Meanwhile, Floki pattered around in a tiny reindeer outfit Joao had bought for him on a whim and seemed way too excited to see him in. And you couldn’t help but share his beaming smile once he finally wrestled the dog into the suit.

Watching Floki jump around your feet had distracted you from the issue at hand until you heard the sound of wet batter slapping onto itself, causing you to whip your head up to where your boyfriend stood tightly gripping a wooden spoon.

“Should it be this,” he paused, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the right word, “wet?”

“I don’t think so …”

You leant in a little closer, worry growing in you as you looked at the concerningly runny batter. However your boyfriend was determined to go on, simply shrugging as he dumped it out onto the floured counter with a small huff. Before you could stop him he was already hands deep in the brown mush, face twisted into an almost adorably focused expression complete with a bottom lip jutted out just enough to form a pout. You found yourself resigned to just watching him as he worked through the dough, an endeared smile spread across your face - at least until he turned to you, hands covered with sticky residue and a look that had morphed from focus to frustration, and you decided you would lend a hand.

Once your gingerbread cookies, or at least your attempt at gingerbread cookies, were in the oven and the two of you had cleaned the stubborn remnants of the dough off of your hands you found yourself curled up on the couch beside your boyfriend. The combination of the pyjama pants and Christmas sweater he had insisted on wearing made Joao the embodiment of a heat pack, and the perfect thing to snuggle up to given the cold weather outside - even if he was more concerned with picking the perfect movie for the two of you to watch than reciprocating your hugs.

Still, you let out a soft hum of happiness once he finally picked one after what seemed like an eternity of searching and could set down the remote to wrap an arm around you and pull you even closer - which you had thought was physically impossible given how you kept shuffling up next to him. As the movie opening played, you felt his hand come up to catch on a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his finger to twirl it. It was a half-thought out action and a habit he had developed in quiet moments like these the two of you spent alone, a silent way of expressing his love.

“This is nice,” you heard him say softly, not needing to raise his voice anymore above a whisper given how close the two of you were. It was an obvious enough statement, but said in a way that conveyed a second message - one that said “This is nice, and I’m glad I get to experience it with you.”

“It is,” you mumbled in response, feeling the temptation of fatigue tugging your eyelids closed. Joao noticed this, and only let out an amused chuckle as he pushed your hair away from your face and offered more of his shoulder for you to lean on.

“I hope we get to have many more Christmases together,” he breathed, watching you try to fight your urge to sleep with nothing but love in his eyes.

“We will,” you said in response, which, even through your haze of sleepiness, sounded as definite as a sure fact.

You recognised the familiar feeling of Joao’s lips gently pecking your forehead as you drifted off to sleep, curled up next to him. You could just make out faintly the smell of ginger, cinammon and all the other spices you had used in your cookie batter still clinging to him. You could hear Floki pattering around in the background, the bells on his reindeer costume jingling softly, as well as the steady beat of Joao’s heart. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so content, so at peace, so calm, and the last thought that graced your mind was about how you would give anything to make sure you could relive this moment a thousand times again.

At least, it would’ve been - if you hadn’t been woken up rudely by the loud beeping of your kitchen timer, the distinct smell of something burning, and Joao cursing under his breath as thick clouds of smoke squeezed their way out of your oven from your gingerbread cookies, or at least what remained of them.

#joao felix #joão félix #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix oneshot #joao felix fic #fanfic #football #oneshot #fc barça #fc barcelona #jet writes ★#purinfelix #jet answers ✧

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hi there! if it is possible could you do a piece where the reader (fem) and iwa/akaashi go to a park to walk the reader's dog, where two kids approach the reader while they are sitting on a bench and ask her to play with them. iwa/akaashi has been planning to propose to the reader for a while and on the way back he asks them their opinion on children and the reader replies with something that convinces them that they are the one.

thank you in advance!

ㅤ( ㅤ҉ 🌳 ) puppy love

a/n ★ ׂ first post of 2024! thank you so much anon :) this was fun to write. i tried to see who i wanted to write for more, but i couldn’t! so today i present you a two course meal (^з^) scroll down to read akaashi’s part, but yk i had to put my fav first _(:3 」∠)_

— main masterlist | haikyuu masterlist

c/w ★ ׂ akaashi x fem!reader / iwaizumi x fem,reader, reader has a dog, reader is a physical therapist, reader likes kids, mentions of marriage/proposal, fluff, akaashi’s part does have a make out session (but i did try to make it tasteful)

🌱 choose your character!

player 1 — iwaizumi

you're painted in a golden glow. a star walking beside him as you talk about everything that had happened at work. today was a good day, you say. your patient has had a breakthrough and can now walk without support. her muscle movement is almost fluid and her mood has brightened up tremendously ever since.

your dog seems just as happy as you are. it practically prancing between you and Iwaizumi.

"how was work today? you got off pretty early," you coo, nudging him with your shoulder.

"oh, yeah—" he coughs, suddenly interested in the strap of the bag full of your snacks and dog stuff. "yeah, one of my clients was a no-show so i just closed my availability after i finished."

his stomach does flips, he hates lying. he hates keeping secrets from you, but he can't tell you he's been out looking for engagement rings all day. he hasn't even stepped foot in his gym; he has been planning with his clients to skip today all month.

in reality, while you have been at the hospital, he has been around every jeweler in the area, trying to find the perfect ring for you. he knows what you like. he knows your ring size, your favorite stone, and your favorite metal.

but none of them seemed like the one.

he had come across this hole-in-the-wall shop on his way back. not the cleanest, but not sketchy, but he had no time to look. he had just bookmarked it and drove home.

"that's nice. i'm happy we could do this, we rarely go out on weekdays."

"yeah? been missing me hunny?" he pouts, eyes closed, making mwah noises to you.

you scoff, but mush his face between your hands and plant a big kiss on his lips and he can taste fruit on your lips.

"so so sososososososo much, haji." and you kiss him again on the cheek, then the other, then one last peck on his lips, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

you two walk for a little longer this time with his thump under the waistband of your pants until you reach the benches by the climbing frame.

"wanna rest up?"

you nod to him and plop down together, sighing. you tie the leash to the bench arm, and iwa digs through the bag for the dog bowl and water.

you two cuddle up together. your hands play with the fabric of his shorts, and his arm is stroking your side as you watch children play, people work out with their dogs, and birds fly from tree to tree.

it's peaceful. and it's natural. and he's nervous.

a couple of laughs break him out of his trance, and when he's focused again he sees two kids, a boy and a girl, nervously asking you to play with them.

"we wanna play hide and go seek, but we both wanna hide. and- and- and- my grandma said that we should ask someone to seek for us s-so we don't argue," the girl says, twisting her foot into the dirt as her brother silently plays with your dog.

"yeah?" you look to iwaizumi, and he nods, not in any objection. "where should i count?

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

you play with the kids for about fifteen minutes. running around — tag, hide and go seek, fetch with your dog, and racing with them. he watches you from the bench, laughing with the kids, and something of a flame ignites within him. his heart squeezes and his face warms more and more just at the sight of you. you're so carefree and happy. the kids are giggling and smiling ear to ear as you pretend to run as fast as you can, only to get tagged back and go back to chasing them. your dog is sitting between his legs as he adds ice cubes to his bowl for him to chew on, and he thinks he's never been happier.

it feels as natural as breathing, seeing you with the kids, and he doesn't even try to stop himself or the drumming of butterflies in his chest, daydreaming of you two at the park with kids of your own. you running around with them and playing. him setting the table for you all. him reading them bedtime stories as you kiss their foreheads and tuck them in, leading him back to your guy's room, hand in hand, with a pretty rock on your ring finger.

he watches as the kids light up at the sight of the older woman walking toward you and smiling brightly. it's no trouble, i had fun, he hears you say. she thanks you again and the kids wave bye to you and him before you walk back to the bench. your face is a little flushed and your baby hairs are sticking to your forehead messily.

"tired?"

"not..really..." you huff with your hands on your hips and head facing the sky.

"i can see why their grandma needed a break. It took you 15 minutes to get sweaty," he laughs, a large hand rubbing your hip.

"good thing when that happens with ours, i'll have you with me," you laugh, plopping down on the bench next to him. he's silent for a little while, can tell that you've noticed it when you turn your head to him.

"baby, you're all flushed." you touch his face to examine it, and he grabs it, bringing your palm to his lip.

"it is a good thing that we'll have each other, isn't it," he mumbles, and there's a boyish smile glued to his face.

you give him a funny look and kiss him softly, and he remembers to check that hole-in-the-wall spot tomorrow

"2 kids max though."

"there are only two of us," he agrees.

player 2 — akaashi

he likes how you look when it's cold. likes how you look bundled up and cozy, how you always rub up against his side. you're always so warm, it feels too good, you always say. how could he ever complain though? he may not say much, but he loves it when you're holding him, touching him somewhere innocuous, like you have to have some sort of physical connection with him at all times. call him clingy, but he'll just tell you he's in love.

your dog seems just as calm as you are, walking close between you and Akaashi.

"how was it with your client today?" you ask, playing with the hem of his cuff.

"unremarkable, feels as if it never even happened," he says and mentally slaps himself for being so literal. you're none the wiser to his lie. or the fact he's been looking for engagement rings all day. how many flower shops he's passed looking for your favorites. how many venues he's bookmarked. so instead, he's asking you how it went with your patient.

"pretty good," you say, smiling into your scarf. it belongs to him, but he the way it looks on you more. "making some real breakthroughs. she'll be running in no time."

"that's good, 'm proud of you both. this means you'll be spending more time at home?"

"just a little. she asks if we do more intensive workouts now—push her to her limits. feels like the home stretch, though."

"can't wait till the discharge, we should celebrate over dinner."

"my favorite?"

he laughs at the way your puppy dog eyes peer up at him. "of course."

and you do a little happy dance, bend down to tell your dog the great, and he's happy. his heart is hung heavy in his chest for you, but it feels as light as a cloud. and despite the sting in his cheeks, he can't stop smiling.

you guys reach a bench by a pond and sit together. you let your dog play in the grass in front of you two as he pulls a book from his satchel and wipes his glasses before putting them back on his face.

"will you read to me?"

and of course, he says yes, because it makes him so happy to entertain you. you compliment his voice, tell him it makes you calm whenever he speaks, tell him it makes reading feel more intimate, hypnotizing almost. god, if only you knew half the things you do to him.

"excuse me," he stops for a second, and you both turn to see a little boy and girl standing in front of you.

he tells them hello, and the boy asks him to read to them too.

"our- we like books a lot. and we can be very quiet," he whispers that last part. "my grandma says it's okay, she's right- right there." he follows the kid's finger to an older woman, quietly sitting by another bench close by, glancing between the kids and the two of you.

he points to himself, and the two kids with a tilt of his head and she nods, hands settling into her lap.

"can i pet your dog?" the girl asks, and you gush.

"of course, sweetheart!"

"can i sit next to you?" the boy asks him, and he nods, holding the book out away from his body, picking the boy with his free hand and letting him settle against the side of his body and reads.

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

he gets about a chapter deep before the kids fall asleep. the little girl had been settled in your arms just a moment after the boy had asked, as he read.

"your voice is like a lullaby," you muse, nudging his foot with your own.

"or maybe this book is just that boring."

"note even," you whisper through a smile. "you're just a natural."

the kids stir awake moments later, now with their grandma by their sides. she thanks the two of you, tells you how time is catching up with her and she can't do as much for them as she used to.

"it's no problem, ma'am. i can tell that you do so much already."

she thanks you again, cupping your hands as the two kids position themselves next to her, grabbing onto her skirt.

"and might i add, it is so nice seeing a couple so good with kids. tell me, do you have some of your own?"

"no," you laugh, placing your head on his shoulder. "not yet."

and when you wink at the woman, she laughs, putting her fingers up to her lips. "not for long either, i can tell."

and you both giggle at one another as he sits there flushed. not yet. it repeats in his head even as he trails you back to your car. his face is burning. he's not so immature as to be flustered by the thought have having a child with you. but he can't stop the feeling he gets when you say things like that.

not yet.

"earth to keji?"

he jumps slightly, hand sweeping up to cover his mouth.

you look worried. your lips are in a pretty pout and your hand is on his chest. "what's wrong?"

he says nothing, doesn't dare to use his words, and so he kisses you. and it's somewhat feverish and terribly lovesick. his hands are warm on your face, and his glasses are fogging up, but he doesn't care. he is fighting for air in between your moans and he'd be perfectly content with passing out as long as your lips are on his. as long as you are his.

eventually, you guys have to pull back. your lips are plumper and he's sure his area deep shade of pink.

and keji doesn't care about the venue, or date, or anything else, because as long as he can tell you "i do," he knows he'll be the luckiest man on earth.

"i have a different idea as a celebration for when your time with your patient has concluded," he says.

you pout. "so no dinner?" so damn cute.

he kisses your lips one last time before starting the car.

"you'll still get that dinner, hun."

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#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) fluff #iwaizumi hcs #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keiji #iwazumi hajime

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mushroomwoods · 7 months

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wounded bird

Sky is nothing short of loving, especially when his loved one comes down with a sickness.

character — sky, romantic.

cw — none, pure fluff, sickfic.

the client wish, the client has. for my dearest @yourlocaltreesimp, who seems to be suffering right now. i hope you get well soon, darling, but if i discover you were reading this while you had a headache instead of going to sleep, I'll chase you fr. watch out, fir. also, I've mever written a sickfic so forgive me if it's not good enough hakdbdk.

To say your vision was blurry was an understatement, things were so mushed up together in your vision that you weren't even able to notice when someone entered the room you were staying in the inn, hadn't they made enough noise to wake up a whole battalion.

You could hear a soft swear, though it wasn't anything nearly as colorful as the one Legend used to spew when things didn't go his way in battle, but this was enough to tell you just who it was.

“Sky?” Your voice was hoarse, far more than you could remember before you went to bed. Actually, just how did you get in bed?

Before your mind could wander any further, a cool hand made contact with your forehead, the feeling immediately lightening your mood up as you pressed further into the calloused touch.

“[name], [name], wild made a light soup for you.” His voice was soft as a whisper, mindful of the way your ears were ringing.

He said nothing when you lightly shook your head, and when you saw him turning back, you figured he would go back to the group, so you closed your eyes.

A few hushed voices sounded by the door, but you could barely tell what they were saying, not that you cared when your head was ringing so much. Just as you were ready to turn your back and try to drift back to sleep, the mattress dipped beside you, the hand returning to your face.

“[name], dear. I'm gonna sit you up, okay?” Sky didn't wait for an answer, warm arms wrapping around your body as he carefully lifted you up, you head resting against his chest as he shushed any groans of pain that fell from your lips. “Have some water, please.”

He lightly tapped at your lips, refusing to give you the cup even when you tried to take it from his hands, a quiet “let me help you, dove” whispered at your ear. He tipped the cup in your lips, the liquid bringing you a faint sense of relief for a brief second.

“More?” He asked and only then you noticed just how thirsty you must've been, mouth still dry. You nodded and he repeated the process all over again, as many times as you wished.

You could see from the corner of your eyes how he smiled softly, a hint of sadness permeating his touches as his patience never wavered while he helped you.

When you laid back onto the bed, his hand took yours in a warm embrace, his voice quiet as he told you about how the day had gone without you around, about how he missed you the whole time he to spend apart from you and how he wished you'd never have to go through any sufferings, no matter how small it was.

He smiled every time you laughed at something he said and nodded along when you made small breathy additions.

He stood by your side until your haggard breath turned into soft snores, only then letting go of your hand and getting up from the floor he sat upon, kissing your forehead and then going out again.

The whole week was spent at such fashion, and even when you said you didn't want to bother him, Sky's only answer was to smile whilst saying that helping his love would never be a bother.

On the last day, Sky deemed that you were already healthy enough for him to at least get his so desired cuddles, his body pressing tightly against yours in the small inn bed.

“You're gonna get sick.” You said, voice lethargic from how much rest you had over the last few days.

“No worries, dove. I'm strong enough.” His hands caressed your hair, your face flushed against his chest hearing the light thundering in his ribcage as he talked.

“I missed you so much, dove. To have you by my side.” His voice was muffled above your head, heart racing a little from what you could feel. “I hope you never get sick again, my dear.”

You hummed in answer, mind already far off into dreamland, his voice lowering significantly as he lulled you to sleep with his soothing voice and calming touch.

“Good night, my dear, get well soon.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu sky #sky lu #sky x reader #fungi's delicacies

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distractedrighter · 6 months

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if anyone has any.... wyll x astarion... fluff fics that they like... feel free to hop into my DMs with any suggestions. I'm in a mood for them but my brain is too mush from cough medicine to navigate through AO3 rn.

#bg3 wyll #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #wyll ravengard #wyll #astarion ancunin #all of the tags so some kind soul sees this

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grimmusings · 8 months

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@defectivexfragmented thank you for the tag, lovely! 💛

meet the mun.

— basics

NAME: Carrie PRONOUNS: she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I’m comfortable with Tumblr DMs and asks. If we've done some writing/plotting together, I'm usually fine to share my Discord too. SINGLE / TAKEN: Aro? So that would look a bit different for me regardless, but not in any long-term partnerships.

— three facts

💛 I love bracelets. I’m probably wearing at least ten at any given time that I never take off. 💛 A friend asked my roommate what my favorite animal was for Secret Santa, and she said a zombie. I couldn’t have answered it better myself. 💛 My three favorite books (in no order) are The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant. (If you’ve read any of them, please come scream at me.) ((But you can always scream at me about anything you’re reading.))

— experience

Gather round, kiddos, it's story time! *leans back in rocking chair* I started roleplaying back in that apocalyptic landscape known as AOL/AIM, had a blast with character Myspaces, and suffered one horrific experience on Facebook that chased me off the platform forever. Then, there was the golden age of message board forums (a lot of town, college, Harry Potter, and my first superhero storyline--a fleeting fever dream where I wrote Natasha Romanoff, Johnny Storm, and Nancy Callahan) that died a fiery death with the crash of InvisionFree. RIP.

That's when I found my way to Tumblr groups, mostly supernatural and fairy tale. A few years later, I joined my first ever Discord-only superhero group, and it's been mostly comics ever since! Though I've been writing on Tumblr for around a decade, it was usually with storylines or a couple people I already knew, and this year is actually my first deep dive into Tumblr indie. It's been lovely so far. 🥰

— sub-genres

I love a bit of everything! Shipping, angst, found family, slice of life, fluff, smut. My favorite is probably AUs and verse-building though. I love changing the context for my favorite muses and seeing how they're the same or different, so throw me all your alternate Earths, zombie apocalypses, timeline changes, and what ifs.

— plots vs memes

I think they can go hand in hand! Memes are such an easy way to get interactions going when plotting hits a wall or writers are shy, but I’m highly likely to start building some plot around it in my reply too.

— long or short replies

😂😂 Even when I try to make my replies short, they often get out of hand. I don't even pretend to have control of my muses anymore. I am learning to like quick replies in the evenings when my brain is starting to fry, but I have to be in the right mood. A bunch of short things and texts take as much energy without the same return of more in-depth replies.

— best time to write

Morning if I have the day off, before my brain turns to mush, and at night on my phone before bed because it’s quiet/no distractions.

tagging (just fun, no pressure): @pleinsdemuses, @velvetnviolentviolets, @pctentialbreakupsong, @theking-blackheart-muses, @ssolessurvivor, @herosneednotapply, @zimnyayavdova, @tormentedsoldier, @marvelsmusings. @tru-neutral-good

#[ redacted: ooc ]#memes #defectivexfragmented

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arabaka · 1 year

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Omg actually a Reigen x reader story from Mob's POV would be so cute like only catching glimpses of this stranger who slowly becomes less of a stranger, everything being seen and understood through this unsuspecting 14 year olds perspective. Mob starts to wonder why they are always here if they don't actually need any spiritual help. Then after a day where Mob leaves early for whatever reason, that leaves Reigen and the "stranger" alone. Mob doesn't think much of it but the next day the vibe is EXTREMELY weird and different between Reigen and this person. Mob has no idea why, but he's just glad his Shishou seems to be in a better, more satisfied mood lately.

*₊˚💬୧ anon do you mind if i

i'm saving this for later... for a fluff fic i am working on.........

i really love this idea so much. this is so good. i'm sorry i can't react better my brain is mush ATM but i really do love this. we need more of mob in our writing he deserves the world

#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to reigen! ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📮 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ mail time! ꒱

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njmverse · 2 years

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Love, On Air | finale.

summary: when you return to ever after high for your spring semester to be met with a new roommate, you weren't expecting it to be your #1 rival, lee donghyuck. things escalate when he tries to steal your thunder as a matchmaker during valentine's month. as you navigate your new dorm life with a new roommate, you soon realise your title as cupid isn’t the only thing being stolen away by him.

pairing: blondielockes! donghyuck x cupid! gn! reader

↳ roommates/rivals to lovers , eah! au

genre: fluff, angst

wordcount: 4.8k+ (4,891)

warnings/rating: PG-15, swearing

[ warnings in other chapters may differ. ]

a/n: finally the finale is here! I apologise for taking so long akebskzj and I really want to say thank you for all the support in my first ever series and smau on this blog :( the support for loa was really unexpected because I didn't think anyone would want to read an eah au being very frank with u guys so, thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoy <3 also stay tuned for a spin-off announcement of loa haha

prev + m.list // epilogue

THE sun sets outside the window as Donghyuck paces inside his room. His phone rests on the dressing table with the speaker turned on as mush of different voices trying to speak over each other all at once on the other end of the line.

“This party’s gonna end before you even arrive, Hyuck. Where the fuck are you?!”

Renjun roars from the other end of the line and Donghyuck almost winces at how his voice makes him sound like he's going to emerge through the phone to pounce on Hyuck any moment now.

“I’m just nervous, okay!” He yanks the bowtie that he had been fiddling with for the past fifteen minutes, deciding to just go with a tie before he starts to lose both his patience and mind. “I need to do this confession thing right if I'm finally going to do it. Again.”

“Finally.” Chenle’s voice perks from where his phone is somewhere near the dressing table and Donghyuck scoffs at it. “If you don't confess tonight I’m going to do it for you—on the stage, in front of the entire school, and on a loudspeaker.”

“Let him breathe, Chenle. He's gonna chicken out from your threats before he even enters the venue,” Jaemin chides and Donghyuck almost ends the call at that. There's only so much his patience and ego can handle.

“Too bad for both of you, I’m done. I'll be there in, like,” he picks up his phone to check the time, “approximately five minutes.”

“You better be here in five or I swear to god–”

Donghyuck huffs at Renjun's warnings. “You swear too much for someone who's the perfect example of a royal in this school.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, haven't you hear—ow! Fine, sorry!” Chenle’s sentence gets interrupted by what Donghyuck assumes was the onslaught of Renjun’s rage. “Stop pinching my ears now, will you? I said I'm sorry!”

He shakes his head, shoving the folded note of paper in his jacket pockets as he tries to shake off his nerves.

“I’ll see you guys soon.”

“See you soon Lover B—!”

Donghyuck ends the call before Chenle can finish his quip.

Today is the day. Or night.

It's finally the day where Donghyuck is going to confess to you, and he's hoping to do it in a way that's right this time. His previous countless attempts and one (1) failure have taught him enough to let him know whatever he needs to do for nailing it this time.

He’s realized that pining for you from a distance is not enough. It never was. He was so close to laying his feelings out for you and telling you that he likes you—maybe he always had and he always will because nobody has ever made him feel the way you do.

All those times when he thought that seeing your face around made his mood go sour wasn't because he saw you, but because he couldn't bear the thought of not being able to see you for the rest of the day, or week, at times. Donghyuck wants to admire you all day long if he gets the chance to, he wants to hold your hand and watch the beautiful smile stretch across your face and make his heart go on overdrive with just a glance.

Lee Donghyuck has been in love with you this entire time. And if there's anything this one-month roommate arrangement has done for him, is to make him realize and accept the true feelings that he harbors for you: his rival, his roommate, and hopefully, soon enough, his beloved cupid.

He hopes that you can accept his confession too, his real confession. Unfiltered, sincere, signed, and spoken from his heart.

You know this is not the way you're supposed to be handling an anonymous love note confession. Especially when you find yourself hiding away in your best friends' dorms, pacing around with both your heart and mind in a mess.

“Pretty sure you've outwalked the entire campus at this rate, dude.” Yangyang pipes up, munching on his snack from his secret stash as his eyes follow your figure walking back and forth inside their dorms. You've covered almost the entirety of the area so many times you could map out the place on paper with your eyes closed.

“You know you can't keep ignoring him, right?” Shotaro asks, eyes on you as you halt in your movements and gulp as both his question and intense stare pin you down.

“Or hide away from him cause there's no way you won't see him at the party tonight.”

You frown at Yangyang’s words. “I am not hiding from Hyuck.”

He blinks innocently. “Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me.”

“You’re being like Taro right now, do you know that?”

At that, Yangyang gasps in offense while Shotaro only rolls his eyes seeing you two bicker.

“And you are being ridiculous….!” Shotaro’s voice isn't stern, it nearly isn't even angry but it still sends a chill down your spine hearing him use your name as he continues later on. “You have to be brave and face him.”

“I know, Taro. I know…I just—I wish it was as easy as it is to say it.”

You know you're being childish. Hiding away and ignoring Donghyuck isn't the way to go about things, especially when you find yourself unsure about everything. Everything except for the fact that you do like him yet there's nothing you can do about it except hope and fear that the signs in front of you aren't something you've misread.

You're tired of waiting around, smiling, and pretending to be happy when you know oh so painfully that you'll never be the first choice, the only option, or even have the first place in someone's heart. You've always been the second lead in the story, the ‘matchmaker’ best friend, or just, the second choice everyone knows will never be.

But you wished things were different with Hyuck—it felt different with Hyuck.

It didn't start with sweet smiles or stolen glances, no, it started with fierce stances and unwavering glares, with petty arguments and a rivalry that was nothing short of a cat and mouse chasing each other around. Things started on a much harsher note with Hyuck, he saw the worst of you and pinpointed any chance he had while you took each of his quips to twist it around in a comeback of your own.

It started with a rivalry and ended up with love.

You only hope that winning didn't come at the cost of a broken heart.

Donghyuck feels anxious.

His nerves have been getting the best of him ever since this morning when he had woken up to find your side of the room all tidied up and set and empty.

You were nowhere to be found.

A feeling of panic rose in his chest at the thought until he realises that you're probably busier than ever today since it's the day of the party, and you must be up early to organize and manage the arrangements to be done. He lets himself take this as more time to prepare himself for what he has decided for tonight. It's for the better that his courage doesn't falter before he sees you and nitpicks signs about how he's misread everything and that his feelings aren't reciprocated.

He tells himself that you're probably too busy to stop by the dorms because you have to make sure the arrangements are done. You wouldn't ignore him, right? Things were fine with you two after what happened at the broadcast.

Why would you want to hide away from him?

But now that he has finally arrived at the place, the music all but blaring in his ears as the chatter of the students fills the air around him, he feels anything but sure about his assumptions—or his will. The lights blur out his furrowed brows and the lines that crease his forehead in both worry and anxiety. He has downed at least two glasses of the drinks being served by the fairies yet he feels his throat go dry and he gulps his nerves away hoping they get buried somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach.

He's already at the party, yet he still hasn't seen you yet. His eyes flit across the room to search for your familiar figure and he feels his hopes crumble each passing minute that he fails because you're nowhere to be seen.

The guys tell him he's thinking too much about it, that you're here and that they've seen you. Even after Jaemin assures him that you're probably doing soundcheck and making sure everything is set for the big reveal at the party, Donghyuck’s mind hasn't stopped running in circles.

The fear that you might slip away from his hands has his knees grow weak and Renjun had to hold the boy upright before he stumbled beside the booth they stood at. They would opt to sit down but seeing Raven and Mark occupied made them awkwardly hover beside it instead. Renjun wanted to wait till Donghyuck arrived to settle in the party and Chenle wanted to mingle around instead.

“Hyuck, get yourself together. Goodness,” Renjun scolds him before his eyes grow soft seeing Donghyuck's wide-eyed expression look up at him. “Hey, you're good, you got this. They'll come around, don't worry.”

The latter sighs dejectedly at that. “But what if I was too late?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hyuck. Cupid won't just disappear before the party even begins and–”

The lights flicker above them before shutting down completely, a faint pink halo replacing them instead in the room. The spotlight shines itself on the stage set up ahead of them and when the voice speaks Donghyuck feels his heartbeat loudly in his chest, tuning out all the hushed whispers beside him and Renjun's voice too.

Upon that stage stood the greatest object of his affections, in all your otherworldly glory. You look beautiful tonight, no doubt about it, but Donghyuck feels that it would be an understatement to just how utterly ethereal you look in the moment—under the spotlight, shining and glowing and he finds himself mesmerized in your halo. You've let your wings out today and Hyuck swears you truly must be an angel to grace him in your presence because he hasn't seen a sight as magical as you in all of ever after.

“Everybody, let me present to you, the best DJ in all of Ever After!” you smile as you gesture for her to hold onto your hand as she climbs on the stage. “Put your hands together for DJ Melody!”

Cheers break through the crowd as the lights flash around and then focus on the girl with headphones around her neck on the stage. She flicks her wrist and in a matter of seconds, a purple mist surrounds the stage as a mixing table morphs out of thin air and tall speakers stand on its sides.

She smirks as she puts the headphones on and moves her fingers around the console. “Are you guys ready for some True Heart's Tunes?!”

The roars from the crowd fill the air, tuning out the music for just a moment before it surrounds the venue, blasting through the huge speakers once again, and the party begins in full swing.

“Let’s get this party started!”

“Melody’s here?”

Jaemin inquires, eyes wide and curious with the utmost shock painting his features. The announcement hits him so hard that he drops the barely filled cup of beverage he had been holding on the ground, legs having a mind of their own as he pushes past his way in the crowd to reach the front of the crowd and near the stage.

Chenle groans as he feels the liquid spill on his shoes and whines in a complaint about having to clean them now. Renjun can only laugh with amusement running through him at the antics of his lovesick best friends. Jaemin and Hyuck might bicker a lot with each other, but they're surprisingly the same when it comes to matters of the heart; clueless, oblivious, and utterly whipped.

He just hopes Jaemin doesn't end up doing something stupid tonight, not when he's finally starting to accept his feelings for the girl he says is just his “best friend.”

Renjun calls bullshit.

Best friends don't look at each other longingly across the room, and neither do they smile wider every time they hear the other speak or laugh or smile at something the other says. Best friends don't look at each other with hearts in their eyes and share “I love you's” they want to say differently—hidden under the guise of “just friends.”

No, best friends don't love each other as lovers do.

And Renjun can only hope that Jaemin gets out of his denial stage of feelings soon enough before another heart breaks this time.

There's a buzz that floats around the hall as the faeries get to work and hand out the famous love blossoms for the classic True Heart's Day tradition.

A hush of voices and stolen stares, smiles shared knowingly and some hidden as one ducked their head.

It's a special experience, you observe as your eyes roam around to see the shy souls become brave for once as they give their love blossom as a declaration of their love to that special someone.

The tradition of dedicating and giving the Love Blossom to someone who you love dearly, as a declaration of your love. Be it platonic or the romantic kind—or any other kind. Love shared is love grown tenfold together.

It swells your heart when you see Mark handing his blossom to Raven, and seeing the latter do the same. Two young hearts who dare to be in love in the truest of ways, and it fills you with a sense of pride in yourself for embracing the sight in front of you, and the glaringly obvious truth.

They belong together.

And maybe once, the boy did hold your heart but you've come to terms with the truth that he was only one of the bearers of its possession for a temporary time because it had belonged to someone else all along.

Someone who you aren't sure if you're ready to face just yet.

But just as fate would have it for you, you notice his figure approaching you as soon as you tear your eyes away from Mark and Raven.

He's right in front of you, walking to where you stand, appearing almost out of nowhere like the figment of your worst assumptions and bad calculations.

You have always been bad at math.

Each step he takes sends a signal to the vice grip around your heart to grow tighter, tighter until the cracks spread around its surface. Until it shatters into a million pieces and all there's left for you to gather are the pieces and memories of yet another heartbreak.

You want to move. To run away, or walk anywhere but where you stand right now—frozen. You want to move away and avoid the heartbreak you're so sure will crumple you like a useless piece of paper that you can taste the feeling on the tip of your tongue. You want to run away from whatever Donghyuck’s next step would reveal as his eyes never leave yours—he’s walking toward you with a task on his mind and he looks like he's bound to complete it, one way or the other.

As for you? There hasn't been a moment unlike this that you've wanted to flee with the wind than as of now.

And yet, you're frozen on the spot. Waiting and hoping that when Donghyuck comes face to face with you, his word and his rejection don't hurt you as much as they would.

Amid all this contemplating, impatient urges, mixed feelings, and even confusing thoughts, you fail to notice the love blossom of the boy approaching you clutched in his hands.

Both his eyes and heart set on you.

Lee Donghyuck was ready to lose the rivalry game, as long as it meant he can win you. And he's about to test that theory in a few.

“Donghyuck is gonna confess.”

“He isn't going to do that, stop giving out false hope.”

“But he is! Look!” Yangyang grabs Shotaro’s face to make him turn to his right and see the reason for the growing quiet among the crowd and the music slowly fading away.

The crowd splits into two gradually as Donghyuck takes a step over to you, lights getting dimmer and the spotlight cast upon your figure and his seeming to blend into one when he's finally in front of you.

“Oh my god….he is going to confess?”

“Duh, Captain Obvious!” Yangyang mutters as he lets go of Shotaro's face and instead grabs the drink from the latter's hand before it spills out of the cup with how hard Shotaro seems to squeeze it in his fist.

“Wow, never thought you'd use my words against me like that,” Shotaro mumbles under his breath, eyes still trained on the scene playing out in front of him before he feels the cup in his hand getting replaced by something much softer. “What are you–”

YangYang smiles, gently patting over Shotaro’s hand—which now holds the blossom he handed to him. “Happy True Heart's day, Shotaro. Thank you for being one of the best friends I could ever ask for, I love you.”

Shotaro softens at the sincerity reflecting in Yangyang’s eyes. “Yangyang…I love you too, dude.”

“Don’t tell me you're going to sweat with your eyes now.”

“Shut the fuck up, you doofus.” Shotaro laughs as he lightly punches Yangyang’s arm—who has a smile on his face himself. “Here, I wouldn't have given mine to anyone else either way.”

He hands his love blossom to Yangyang, who puts a hand on his heart while he wipes away a fake tear from the corners of his eye. “Awh, this is so sweet of you, Taro.”

“That was so cute of you two. Friendship wins!”

Jeno, who had been watching the entire exchange of the two best friends from the sidelines, speaks up, almost appearing out of nowhere.

The three of them share a moment of silence before they burst out laughing at the comical timing of the whole exchange, and Yangyang ends up dropping the drink he snatched from Shotaro's hands instead.

Lee Donghyuck is standing face to face with the supposed bane of his existence yet all he feels is the utmost amount of adoration for you—the same person he swore to himself could never be a good sign of absolutely anything in his life. If he's sure about one thing after all these days of mixed feelings and thoughts, it's that you've never been what he's always tagged you as—the bane of his existence.

And when your sudden presence in his life came with the announcement of the new dorm lists, which said in bright bold lettering that he had to share a dorm with you out of all people? He was anything but looking forward to it.

Fast forward to the moment he is in right now, there's nothing that he'd want to change about the course of said events that have brought him to this realization—with his heart in his hands, figuratively, in the form of the love blossom he holds, when in reality it is already in your possession.

This is the moment where he lets you decide whether you break it or keep it with you, forever after, or as long as you want to.

The music has stopped long ago and the crowd has parted in silent agreement to let you two have this small untouched bubble of your own for this very crucial moment. It's like the crowd awaits what happens next with bated breath—and they're not the only ones.

The lights have been dimmed and two spotlights are right in the middle of the darkroom, shining on top of you.

This is it.

You think as Donghyuck's eyes connect with yours, and by the looks of it, he plans to keep them trained on you and only you for the rest of the time for whatever’s about to go down. His gaze pins you down in one place and the intensity of it should make you sweat bullets, make your hands go cold at the prospect, and mind jammed with a billion thoughts running through it.

You should be nervous right now. You know what's about to come and you know what he's about to do next, then why does it still feel like you know nothing about the boy in front of you?

He's the one person who's made your time at Ever After High unbearable, whenever you're around him. You've found yourself collecting countless reasons and justifications for all the times you told yourself you hated him, despised him, even. He's the one thing that taints your rose-tinted glasses vision in the world—the one exception to all your rules and morals you've lived up to.

Then why is facing him right now giving you this jarring sense of peace? Like the calm before the storm wreaks havoc all around you, the calm that comes from knowing the end of something you've built and put so much meticulous time into is near yet you cannot do anything to salvage it. The eerily calm sensation that overrides your body right before the waves hit you so hard you're left as nothing but just another floating object in the vast ocean.

Why is it that someone who gave you so much frustration now has become a source of peace? The beacon of hope in your dark times. He even has this strange halo surrounding his being as you look at him more and more and feel the emotions radiating off of him in waves. Maybe it's just you or maybe it's the lighting, you don't know.

And you're pretty sure you're slowly but surely going to drown in them, one minute at a time.

“I know this is out of the blue for you, might even sound ridiculous but I have something to tell you,” his eyes search yours for any signs of hesitation or discomfort at his honest words, and when he finds none, he continues, “something very very important to tell you. Something that's been long overdue now.”

“Hyuck–”

“I know, I know! Just—hear me out? Please?”

And you nod, letting him continue because when have you ever been able to deny when it comes to him: your rival, your roommate, and the one person who has managed to steal your heart away.

He smiles and it's like he glows when he looks at you. The thought makes your heart swell but you force yourself to think rationally, just in case the heartbreak that's about to come your way might shatter you into pieces that will never truly get fixed.

“I’ve never really been good at…words, or feelings, really. But I know I was good at getting on your nerves and frustrating you to no end, so much so that you were dead set on defeating me in this so-called rivalry we had going on. And I just want to say that…”

Donghyuck grins then, eyes staring up at yours as he goes down on his knees—both of his knees while maintaining direct eye contact with you, and there falls this hushed silence in the crowd around you as several gasps break out in the air at the scene.

Lee Donghyuck on his knees, in front of his esteemed rival, his love blossom held out for said rival with the look of pure adoration and a small request in his gestures as if saying: for you.

“You won.”

The utter shock and all the other feelings that wash over you the moment you see him hold up the blossom for you to take with the softest and most nervous smile on his face as he looks up at you was nothing compared to sheer joy seeping through the brim and slipping past in the form of a tear slipping down your cheek.

Donghyuck reaches to stand up and wipe the tear on your cheek at the same time that you launch yourself at him. He could practically hear the choirs of rejoice around him and cry out in relief when he felt your arms envelop him in a hug that felt long overdue for something that feels so safe and welcoming.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes! Oh my god, Hyuck—goodness. I know you haven't asked me yet but yes.”

He wraps his arms around you, embracing you whole with the biggest grin on his face. “Thank you for clearing my doubts but I really wanted to ask you out properly, so, may I?”

You're hiding your face in the crook of his neck as a laugh beckons over you involuntarily at that. The two of you let the moment sink in for a bit before you face the inevitable—literally—as you pull away just to see him already staring at you like you're the best thing he's ever had the privilege of holding in his hands, and his arms but most importantly, in his heart.

“Dear Cupid, would you do me, the loser of this rivalry, the honor of becoming my one and only beloved?”

“Is this your way of telling me the love note was yours?”

“Is this your way of saying yes to me?” He replies just as determined to your quips as he always has and the sickening affection that swells inside of you spills out into your face in the beautiful grin that spreads across your face at his words.

You let your arms, which were resting on his chest as he spoke, loop around his neck instead as your smile softens with a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Hm, I'll think about it since no one has given me a blossom yet, but don't worry Mr. Lee,” the smile on your face only widening as you continue, “I’ll keep your proposal in mind.”

He gapes at your words in disbelief and you burst out in laughter at his expression. The crowd around you has now gone through a dozen of emotions and is utterly confused as to how they're supposed to react to whatever conversation seems to be going between you two: you're laughing and Hyuck looks shocked but you two are still in each other's arms?

“I can't let that happen, no way.” He retracts one of his arms away just to hold the Love Blossom between the two of you as he peeks back up at you. “Accept my love, please? Ever After High has certainly seen enough of Lee Donghyuck's fall, I think it's fair enough to see me falling in love too.”

The urge to kiss away the pout from Hyuck’s face as of right now is too strong to avoid—until you realize that maybe you don't have to avoid it anymore, not when both your feelings are mutual and nothing is holding you back now. Not even yourself.

“I accept.” Taking the blossom from his hand, your eyes flick up to his lips before going back to making eye contact with him, just to find that he was doing the same. Except Donghyuck hasn't stopped staring at your lips.

“Forever after?” he asks in a far innocent tone for the hopeful glimmer in his eyes and the way he unconsciously licks his lips. “Will you be my happily ever after?”

“Only one way to find out.”

And Hyuck knows that you plan to keep your promise the moment you connect your lips with his and it is in this moment, that he's sure that he's found the person he truly does want to be his forever happy ever after.

This time, the crowd around you finally relaxes their shoulders as they break out in cheers and congratulations and even some chants of “finally!” but you couldn't care less about it when you're finally getting the chance to revel in the love you’ve always helped others find.

— the end.

epilogue.

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deepseavibez · 3 years

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Why So Serious? || MYG

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Why So Serious? [Yoongi x Reader]

Prompt - @casnextdoor

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Genre - Fluff; Comfort; Dad!Yoongi; Mom!Y/n; Drabble;

Summary - Why is your babygirl crying? And what can Daddy Yoongi do to make it better.

🎶- People - Agust D

Warning - Crying; Bad feelings(implied); Confused parents (at first)

Word Count - 1.7k

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'No.' You looked up at the short answer. Four year old tempers were a thing, you understood that but your baby girl hadn't said no to picking up her toys before.

After playtime Mina usually cleaned up after herself, the task relatively easy for her, something like a game to put everything in its place in the shortest time she could.

You believed she got it from her father, because there was no way the trait came from you. You relished in your organized chaos, if it felt like it should be there it would stay there. You would go as far as capping your pens but they were never in their holders, just strewn about your desk, the closest color to your mood for the day.

Stretching your arms out along the island where you were chopping up pieces of apple for a midday snack you gave your toddler your full attention.

'But your LEGOs are all over Minnie, and you finished playing with them this morning,' you tried to sound as gentle as possible - an invitation for an explanation.

'I don't want to.' She shook her head back and forth, no playfulness present, mouth a stubborn line, as if that answer was good enough.

'Mina, those are your toys, you played with them, would it be fair for Mommy to clean up after you?'

Shaking her head in response she looked down and away from you, twiddling with the ears of the giraffe teddy in her hand.

You gave her a minute to move, to respond, each second of it hiking up your level of annoyance.

'I won't ask again, Mina.' Your voice was stern now, patience worn thin.

'No, Mommy, No!' She cried out, and ran out of the room toward Yoongi's study.

'Mina,' you dragged out, following swiftly after her.

You found Yoongi at his desk, phone at his ear, he looked at you and motioned with his eyes toward the tuft of hair peeking out from between his legs.

Leaning on the door you watched her cry, something in you tugging at your chest in frustration, because all you wanted was for her to listen, but you also didn’t want her to cry. She was never like this.

'-- I'll email them by tomorrow, yeah sure, just text me. We can set up a meeting to discuss the list.' Ending his call, Yoongi discarded his phone immediately and reached between his legs to settle his babygirl on his lap.

The transition would amuse you on any other day, the serious, intimidating Min Yoongi, softening his lips, his eyes, using gentle fingers against Mina's cheeks to wipe away her tears.

'What is my pretty girl crying about huh,' he asked, as he tried to make her face him.

Shaking her head in refusal to answer, he looked up at you, a camouflaged seriousness in his eyes, meant only for you.

'She refuses to pick up her LEGOs, told me no, and when I asked her again she ran out of the room crying.' Your voice sounded even but just by looking at you Yoongi could see, you were unnerved. The tantrum uncharted territory, especially for a task carried out so many times before.

'Daddy!' You had barely explained before she burst into tears again, falling into his chest, hiding her face from view.

Holding her close and patting her head tenderly he looked up at you in alarm, 'Why is she-, ' he mouthed at you.

'I don't know,' you mouthed back, shrugging your shoulders in emphasis, your expression bewildered.

Staring ahead for a few seconds, he contemplated before his eyebrows smoothed out, a realization crossed his face, as he decided to do something.

Interest piqued, you straightened up, and watched him, ready to jump in and follow his lead.

Your crying four year old still bawled her eyes out, hiccups coming from her chest, her throat would be ouchy later, you thought in concern.

‘Shh, baby, shh, you aren't in trouble, but you need to tell Daddy why you won’t clean up your toys.’ His voice was soft and coaxing as he gradually pulled her back to look at him. Grabbing tissues from the box he had near his desk for situations like sticky fingers and leaky noses, he wiped her tears and her small nose.

Yoongi, even now, in a situation like this had you in a pile of mush. He was not outwardly one for softness, especially with his blunt nature and his solid hands, but here he was gingerly running his fingers through Mina’s hair and setting it as he cooed at her to stop crying, to listen to Daddy.

Her voice hoarse from crying so hard she answered him, ‘I don't feel okay daddy.’

‘Are you hungry?’ Yoongi prompted, discarding the tissues in the wastebin, his hand now at her back and waist, holding her up, and lowering his head with a sulky expression to match hers.

With a shake of her head, she rubbed at her eye, he tilted his head to the side, and prompted again. ‘Are you tired? We could nap, you and I together, Mommy too.’

Another shake of her head, this time her frown prominent and lip quivering, as if ready to burst into another set of tears.

‘Did mommy do or say something bad to you,’ he asked in a whisper, talking her into telling him a secret.

Your eyes widened at the question, panicking internally in resistance. What was that supposed to mean? As if there were eyes at the back of his head, he held up his hand, a clear sign to wait.

Mina shook her head hard, now in a state, more confusion than ever clouding her features as she battled not to cry. ‘It feels bad, Daddy, I don’t like it and it won’t go away.’

‘Is it telling you to be mean to Mommy?’ Yoongi asked as she grabbed onto his shirt again, ready to hide away.

‘It just feels icky,’ she answered wetly, looking over at you her eyes widened momentarily ‘Mommy don't cry. Daddy I made Mommy cry,’ she cried out in desperation.

Your eyes blurred with unshed tears at your baby’s voice, holding a hand to your mouth you kept as quiet as possible. Yoongi had this.

Yoongi swallowed hard at his daughter's face, his protective instincts flaring, but this was one boogeyman he needed her to fight with him.

‘Baby,’ he used another tissue to wipe up the fresh tears. Moving the keyboard aside, he sat her up on his desk in front of him so she could lay her head on his shoulder and he could rub her back. ‘Sometimes Mina, we feel bad inside, and we don't know what to do about it.’ His voice was smooth as he explained, no indication that he had been affected. ‘It tells us to be mean, because we don't know what we’re really feeling and it's okay baby, because Mommy and Daddy feel it too, and we’re here for you. We love you.’’

‘Do you think it's okay to be mean to mommy.’ He was so patient about it as he asked her and it left you in awe as he made her understand.

‘No,’ the word muffled as half her face was squished on her father’s shoulder.

‘No it isn't, baby, and we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong.’ Pulling back he smiled softly, her cheeks puffed up and blotchy, eyes shiny but without tears. ‘If you told mummy you were feeling icky, she would have tried to help, right?’

She nodded enthusiastically at that. ‘Mommy always helps me.’

Your heart soared at the statement as you watched the energy come back to your Mina.

‘There's my girl,’ Yoongi smirked as he pinched her nose and she scrunched up her face, at the action. ‘So from now on, when you feel like this again, you can tell Mommy or Daddy and we can help you and take care of you.’ Holding out his pinky finger, she smiled as she curled her small pinky finger around his - she knew we took pinky promises very seriously.

‘Come on, let's go give mummy a hug and tell her you're sorry.’ She reached up her hands to be picked up as he stood from his office chair.

Mina reached out for you as Yoongi carried her towards you and you plucked her easily from him. Her hands immediately wrapped around your neck and she placed a wet kiss on your cheek.

‘I'm sorry for being meany mommy.’

‘It's okay baby,’ rocking her back and forth, you closed your eyes at the feel of your small human in your arms, a certain escape, as if everything in the world mattered a little less as long as she was okay. ‘Mommy feels bad too sometimes, and you know what daddy does?’ You prompted excitedly.

She leaned back to look at you, her cheeks puffy, lips pouting, as she listened to you.

‘Daddy gives me lots of cuddles and kisses me here and here and here and here,’ you placed kisses on her cheeks and forehead and nose, ‘and he gives me food, and chocolate and anything else I want.’

Giggling now, your chest ached at her happiness, a sweet ache, her importance beyond anything she could imagine.

‘Did you know Daddy got me Gloss when I felt really really bad.’

‘Big white gloss,’ she motioned with her hands, her eyes full of wonderment.

‘Yep,’ you popped the ‘p’. ‘Big white gloss,’ your own excitement palpable at the mention of the white teddy bear on your bed, his size slightly bigger than her form.

‘Mommy,’ she motioned you forward with her hand and you leaned closer to her, ‘Can daddy get me a gloss too?’ She told you in your ear.

Her very loud whisper had you turning your attention to the man who now leaned against the wall and watched the interaction.

He smiled his gummy smile as wrapped his arms around both of you and answered her softly, ‘Anything for you Minnie.’

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sovtwords · 3 years

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love-stricken

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader warnings: fluff, timeskip!akaashi, slight manga spoilers (but nothing major, just akaashi related) w/c: 0.7k a/n: just something small i wrote to show akaashi some love! i'm in a fluffy mood lately. also trying to post here a bit more, mainly the smaller things i don't feel is worthy to go on ao3 even though i liked how this turned out.

Akaashi Keiji was never a man for sighing like a petulant child when things hadn’t gone his way, but he can’t help the ones that spill forth from his lips like droplets from the rafters of an old house on a drizzly morning; a steady, continuous flow of breaths that seem too heavy to be mere fatigue, too downtrodden to be a huff of concentration as he tries to focus on his work.

You were with him again, and Akaashi is tired of these strange feelings of jealousy and love-stricken woes that well up in his chest.

It’s practically medieval how envy rears it’s head when he sees that guy (he doesn’t even get a name, that’s how low Akaashi has stooped – this man doesn’t even get to have an identity in Keiji’s thoughts) near you, making some stupid pun that should have died twenty years ago, or daring to pin your hair back behind your ear as you smile politely at him. It’s some silly part of the male design, a primal instinct that would have been much more useful in this situation had he been a caveman and not an office worker, that makes him want to walk right up to that guy, push him away, and drawl some witty one liner as he scoops you up into his arms and stakes his claim on you as his woman.

Ah, perhaps he’s been editing too much manga now. His brain has practically turned to mush.

For as much macho and suave Akaashi wishes he could muster, he is, at the end of the day, just a quiet man with a mind and heart too loud for him to bear sometimes.

(And oh, what a shame that is, when a man as intelligent as Akaashi Keiji can’t even open his mouth to tell you how he really feels.)

But it seems that his sulking must have been noticeable, for everyone in the office sent him pitying looks and curious questions his way the entire day. Are you ok? Has something happened? Do you need some time off?

Time off? Yeah, of course. But he wants it to be with you, in some cosy, hidden gem sort of café, with your hand in his as you both just take in the atmosphere in solitude.

Yet it seems some divine forces were at work and they take mercy on this lovesick fool, for when the clock was nearly up and people were getting ready to resume their lives outside of work, you had shimmied past the guy and ignored his suggestions of going out for a drink altogether in favour of reaching Akaashi's desk, a beautiful smile ready on your face as the brunette looks at you in question. Before he can even open his mouth, you decide to steal whatever words he was prepared to say in one swift move.

Hands as soft as cotton reached out to cup his face with a gentleness that almost made him wonder if he was made of glass. Your hands were warm, like that perfect brew of coffee on a cold morning, and when your thumbs lightly brushed the bags beneath his eyes, his heart finally caught up with everything and began to beat as fast as a hare running down the dog tracks, pounding so hard in his chest he half expected it to burst out from its place in his ribs and spill onto the floor for you to see.

Your grin became a little wider when you saw the crimson blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears, and Akaashi’s mouth trembled ever so slightly in a way that you would almost miss it, if it weren't for you directly gazing at his plump lips.

(For a man who often never wears his emotions on his face, he sure is wearing his heart on his sleeve with matching neon signs and blaring horns.)

“I heard you had a bad day today,” you murmur, and he flounders for a response, eventually settling for a small shrug. Your eyes sparkle in delight, and it makes his gut twist something fierce. “Want me to make it better?”

Akaashi Keiji can’t muster sad sighs anymore, for all the air in his chest has just been stolen in one fell swoop.

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tevatstavern · 3 years

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Musical Euphoria.

!! I'll be doing Kaeya next~ can't get stuck on both of my favourite characters after all. Ehe, and I've made this while I was falling asleep;; Oh! And by the way, my requests are open (*´ω｀*) ~~

-Hanging out with Bennett while encouraging him to get the highest score during the Windblume festival. Razor came along to watch aswell. It was quite a nice today.

[bennett x g.n reader x razor] [no t.w] [fluff/shorts (couldn't really be called a drabble..;;)]

The afternoon skies were pretty today.

The buzz of the crowds in Mondstadt was vibrant as ever before, though this time it was more crowded and cheerful than usual due to the Festival taken place.

Standing outside the gate from the right side of the city, the docks below quite empty as usual. Taking your time, you've walked yourself towards the small set-up made by the locals.

With a smile, you watched as Razor and Bennett communicate with one another. Though one of them couldn't speak well, Bennett was more than happy to take it easy and explain it more on simpler terms. Munching on some Fisherman's toast you've bought along the way as they babbled on.

"Yeah! You just strum it and it'll make a sound. Just like with any other instruments! Lyres are pretty cool, huh?" Bennett excitedly explained, his hands clenched to a fist as his eyes sparkled in joy.

"Yes. Lyre.. sound good. Can you play song?" Nodding in agreement, Razor gave back the Lyre to Bennett as soon as he finished his try-out, questioning him in the process.

Gladly recieving the Lyre back to his embrance, he glanced away from his friend's eye with a embarrassed chuckle. "I-i wouldn't say I was the best at it.. so maybe.. [ y.n ] could help us out instead?"

Immediately placing the attention on you, you couldn't help but choke on a piece while staring at Bennett directly in the eyes. Razor glancing at the both of you while he watched patiently with his head slightly tilted to the side.

"huh? Why me?" Your eyes widening in curiousity, pointing at yourself for verification. Your words mumbled and mushed up from the toast you've just finished eating. Bennett could only nod and give his signature grin.

"Dunno! Hehe. but come on, you can just try it out!" He suggested, holding the Lyre out for you to take.

With a shake of your head, you pushed it back to him. "No no, I'm no good at it! Besides, you did see him play it right, Razor?" You inquired. Both you and Bennett now turning your heads towards Razor as he raised one of his hands towards his chin, thinking, before quietly nodding his head.

"Yes. Bennett is good! he knows to play. Music...happy." Razor exclaimed, expressing his emotions. Ruby eyes staring right at him with admiration. His hood sliding down from the wind as his silver hair blew gently, some small bits of leaves that were stuck finally being blown away.

"W-woah! Really? Razor, I'm not that g-good. I just did some practice on the Lyre, that's all.." Scratching his head, a small blush forming slowly across his face, lowering his head slightly in shyness from the compliment.

It was a cute sight to see such people who were once strangers be such close friends with one another.

Clearing your throat, you've managed to capture the attention of both males. "As much as I don't wanna ruin the mood. Bennett, it's time to show us what you've got!"

"A-ah. Right, right! Hehe, well wish me luck... Or not." Sighing, he toyed with the strings beforehand, warning up his hands before diving straight in to the music.

With you and Razor watching Bennett play Fondest Memories, you both felt relaxed. Bennett's closed eyes and a sruched nose focusing on the rhythm was enough to make you smile silently to yourself as you move along to the rhythm. Razor following along your steps.

Swaying along, you've come to an realization that the 3 of you weren't able to hang out with one another for quite a while.

Usually, Bennett would be too busy taking care of his dad's and going out exploring himself, while Razor on the other hand stayed in Wolvendom to protect his kind, sometimes joining in on Bennett's adventure. And as for you, you were busy helping with others, commissions and expeditions you were expected to go in the exact time.

So it was such a cherishable experience to finally be together with one another during the Windblume festival.

The distance clapping heard from the other side of the city as the laughter from the Trio were heard from a meter away. Bennett's constant replays to complete the music flawlessly being put to an hold by his unluckiness, Razor's bombarding compliments towards Bennett, and your constant teasing towards the both of them.

Slowly, it was starting to get dark. The lights around Mondstadt flickering open, the dandelions flowing through the skies, the Angel's share starting to overflow with customers that could also be heard from a mile away.

It was a fun day.

Gripping Razor's and Bennett's hand who both sat beside you, as they continued to ramble on about the Festival. Their lively chatter relieving your stress as you listened on, laughing along their conversation. The lyre now safety kept in your arms.

And you wouldn't mind spending another day like this with them again.

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deliciously-yeeted · 3 years

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I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

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