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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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allergic to you

Word Count: 3, 713

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x High School Age!Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swear words I guess, but as per usual, it’s just fluff from me.

A/N: Guess who’s finally joined another fandom lol hello Haikyuu fandom! Pls be kind, it’s my first time writing for this fandom but I am in love with Karasuno boys, it’s problematic. Anyways, please let me know if you liked it! Sorry if I didn’t quite capture him the way other writers do haha. Also, Y/N = Your (Last) Name, just cause typing Y/L/N is exhausting lol my b

(Not my gif, credits to the original creator!)

Yamaguchi was trying his very hardest not to laugh, his hands clasped together in front of his lips to stifle his giggles as the tall blond boy he had known for years just looked at him desperately.

“It’s not funny,” Tsukishima’s lips formed into a frown (almost a pout), looking away from his friend nervously. His fingers played with some chopsticks, poking at his uneaten lunch.

Yamaguchi had never see Tsukishima Kei nervous. Volleyball games? Totally calm. Math class? Easy. Exam season? Piece of cake.

But put Tsukishima near a girl? No, scratch that. Not just any girl. Put Tsukishima near Y/N? It was all over for him. Suddenly, this 190cm tall boy wanted to shrink small enough to run away and not be noticed.

“It’s a little funny, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi insisted, finally letting out just a tiny chuckle that he just couldn’t hold back. “I think you’re overreacting. Just a bit.”

Tsukishima’s eyes turned back to the other boy, staring at him as if analyzing him, “How could I be overreacting? I’m telling you, I’m allergic!”

Yamaguchi was really trying his best to be supportive, knowing that talking about things was already hard for Tsukishima, especially when involving a particularly cute girl. “You think... you’re allergic... to Y/N,” Yamaguchi retorted slowly, repeating how Tsukishima started this convo with.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Tsukishima scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously it’s some product she uses or something,” his nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to think of what it could possibly be. “Like that hand lotion she uses. The one that smells like vanilla and brown sugar,” Tsukishima proclaimed, nodding to himself like he had solved the mystery.

The green haired boy was still trying his best to be supportive. He nodded slowly, giving a forced smile to his best friend as he slowly spiralled into insanity. He had never seen Tsukishima this desperate for answers before. “Hasn’t she let you use some of that hand lotion?” He wondered aloud, remembering very specifically how red Tsukishima’s ears got when she rubbed a bit into a rash he had gotten on his hand.

“Gotta take good care of your hands if you play volleyball, Tsukishima-san!” Y/N had beamed, her fingers massaging the cream in.

Tsukishima had practically fainted that day, though he’d never admit it.

The blond’s frown tightened, holding his hand to his chin in thought, “Right. So not the hand lotion then.”

“Maybe she got a new perfume?” Yamaguchi offered, nibbling on some of his lunch while Tsukishima thought it out.

“No, she’s still using the same one,” He mumbled, and Yamaguchi smirked to himself, knowing that Tsukishima would’ve never admitted before that he knew little details like this about her.

“Well. what kinds of symptoms do you have? Maybe that’ll narrow it down,” Yamaguchi suggested, leaning his head back on the wall behind them. It wasn’t unusual for Tsukishima to want to eat some place quiet, but today had been the first day that he had practically dragged Yamaguchi to this small secluded spot behind the school. The two of them sat against a wall to eat, though Tsukishima’s lunch had been completely forgotten.

“I just-” Tsukishima hesitated, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he tried to word how his body felt every time she was around. “I always feel so lightheaded. And my heartbeat’s always irregular too. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe properly.” His hand slid into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and tilting the screen towards Yamaguchi to show him a medical diagnostic page on the web. “Some people say these are symptoms of allergies. Or an anxiety attack. But I’m leaning more towards allergies.”

Yamaguchi squinted at the text, “You... Googled it?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips, glancing up at Tsukishima, amused.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Tsukishima scoffed, scrolling through the page. “I don’t know what else it could be. It’s not with anyone else. It can’t be the classroom either, cause when she’s not around, I don’t feel anything.”

“Hm. So what’re you going to do about it?” Yamaguchi asked, going along with this ‘allergic’ idea as much as he could. He knew Tsukishima was very rational and even if he suggested what he figured was happening, Tsukishima would never listen.

“D-Do?” Tsukishima blinked. He hadn’t thought about what the next step was.

“Well I assume you don’t want to keep feeling that like right? You could always ask the teacher to move you, I suppose. Then ask her not to attend any of our games. Avoiding her for the rest of your life seems like the best choice doesn’t it?” Yamaguchi asked innocently, closing up his lunch box and taking a sip from his juice.

Tsukishima stayed quiet, eyebrows still furrowed and the frown on his face tightening. He knew that made sense - one of the girls in their class was allergic to nuts and she always had to be careful what she ate, and he had even heard of some people not eating or drinking milk products because of allergies. The logical part of his brain agreed with Yamaguchi, perhaps staying away from Y/N was the only answer.

“Then... maybe it’s not an allergy,” Tsukishima mumbled quietly. He hated going back on his word but he couldn’t deny that he loathed the idea of not seeing Y/N’s smile ever again. Or seeing her sit with someone else. “Maybe it’s just something I have to get used to.”

“You know, Tsukishima,” Yamaguchi started again, looking off to the scenery that was in front of them. His voice was light and airy as he tried to coax his friend to the idea, “What you’re going through sounds a lot like-”

Tsukishima could hear it in his voice, he knew the next word forming from Yamaguchi’s lips before it even entered the air. He slammed his lunch box closed and stood up abruptly, turning away from the other boy’s eyes. “Lunch is over,” he grumbled, as if that was the reason he stood up so dramatically.

Yamaguchi smirked and packed up his things, shaking his head slowly when Tsukishima wasn’t looking. He wasn’t at all surprised that Tsukishima was having a hard time accepting his feelings.

The word hung in the very serious boy’s mind for the rest of the day. He tried not to focus so much on Y/N as he sat next to her for the rest of their classes, tried to not inhale too much or look in her general direction, in fear that his “allergy” would act up again.

He was almost positive it wasn’t... that. He would know for sure if it was, wouldn’t he? His nose scrunched slightly as he thought about the music he had listened to before, ones that had just a good melody and beat and he definitely didn’t listen to because of the lyrics since they were about... that thing.

Didn’t some people talk about their heart feeling like it was going to fall out of their chest? That they found it hard to breathe? That it was like all life stopped when they saw that person? And that despite all this, they never wanted to be without them?

Tsukishima had to get to the bottom of this. He was either experiencing some sort of allergic reaction to her or he was experiencing feelings. He thought about ignoring them, pretending like they didn’t exist so that maybe everything would go back to normal one day. But how long would that take? Wouldn’t it just be easier to rip off the bandaid and find out now?

At the end of class, Tsukishima zoomed his way out of class, not waiting for Yamaguchi like usual.

“Is he alright, Yamaguchi-san?” Y/N asked, surprised that the two best friends weren’t walking out together like they had every other day. Some days, they would even walk out with Y/N on their way to practice. But apparently, not today.

“He’s got a lot on his mind,” Yamaguchi explained, waving it away with a smile. Perhaps today he would be walking home by himself. And that was fine by him.

Y/N packed up her things and waved goodbye to her other classmates, heading out the door and slipping in her headphones. Her mind drifted to all the things she had to do when she got home, whether or not there were leftovers to heat up today or if she should cook something up.

“You take so long,” a drawl voice interrupted the very beginning of her first song. She blinked in surprise, looking to her right where Tsukishima was leaning against a tree.

Y/N pulled out one earbud, tilting her head as she watched him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him do this casual, I-don’t-care-about-anything lean, with his headphones around his neck and his hands shoved in his pockets. But there was something different about him this time. Why was he avoiding her eyes? Why was he not giving her an annoyingly carefree smile? Why were his ears turning pink?

“Were you... waiting for me, Tsukishima-san?” Y/N asked slowly. He didn’t move for a moment, as if still calculating something in that big brain of his. He pushed off of the tree after sighing, walking over to her slowly.

“Obviously,” was all he said, glaring down at her as if she should’ve known this.

“You rushed out of class so quick, I thought you were already going home,” Y/N responded, still a bit confused. “Don’t you and Yamaguchi normally walk home together?”

Why did she have to question so much? Why couldn’t she just realize what he was trying to do? Tsukishima huffed and grabbed her hand, dropping a nice cool juice box in it. His eyes darted away from her next inquisitive look, but glanced back almost immediately because he wanted to see her eyes widen just a little at her favourite juice box.

“W-What is this?” Y/N asked, holding it in her hands. Part of her wanted to examine it to make sure he hadn’t somehow tricked her into holding something that wasn’t actually juice. She looked up at him suspiciously - Tsukishima knew her favourite juice?

“You didn’t have one with you today. I figured you forgot your wallet again today,” Tsukishima mumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket again.

“O-Oh. I did, thank you. Um,” Y/N hesitated. Was Tsukishima trying... to be nice? “Why... why did you buy it for me?”

“I just said why,” Tsukishima scoffed, flicking her head gently. He scolded himself internally, feeling guilty as soon as she showed the surprise on her face. She’s asking why you thought to be nice, Kei, stop being snarky, he told himself harshly. “Sorry,” he muttered quickly, feeling almost immediately bad for flicking her.

Y/N just laughed though, giggles spilling from her lips as she looked up at him, “Are you feeling okay, Tsukishima-san? You’re turning red,” she teased gently and he looked away from her quickly, hating how quickly his face heated up.

He took a breath, trying to mimic how calm he was on the court. He turned back to look at her with a cocky smile and confidence gaze, though he was sure she could tell he was nervous, “I’m fine, Y/N-san. But I need to tell you something. And I’m only going to say it once so listen up.”

Y/N watched him intently, noting the fake confidence he was trying to put on. She nodded as he looked at her for any sign to keep going.

His lips opened for a moment and Y/N could’ve sworn there was a moment of panic in his eyes when nothing came out. “I’m going to walk you home today,” Tsukishima stated finally, each word thudding into the air. He felt his confidence falter as the wrong words left his mouth, shifting his bag on his shoulder and starting to walk ahead.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling her confusion only rise. Did he really build up that whole thing... just to walk her home?

“Hurry up or I’ll leave you here,” Tsukishima called behind his shoulder, still walking ahead. He was internally punching himself, groaning and uttering insults at his own stupid self. Couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t just say Y/N I like you and I think I’m either allergic to you or I’m utterly in love with you but I’ve been told I suck at explaining how I feel and that I never say the right things at the right time so please just reject me so I can move away from these exhausting feelings.

“Want some?” Y/N’s gentle voice was suddenly beside him, and Tsukishima felt his stomach doing that flipping motion again. He glanced down at her and saw her holding up the juice box at him. “Seems only fair, since you bought it,” she explained, the glimmer in her eyes making him feel way too warm inside.

“Sure,” he mumbled after a moment. She smiled just a little bit wider, holding up the juice to him, expecting him to just snatch it away and drink. But no, Tsukishima being a little bitch and deciding that if he couldn’t admit anything with words, he could try with actions, leaned down slightly, and latched his lips onto the straw. His hand wrapped around hers over the juice box, holding it still as he took a sip.

Y/N felt like she was suddenly bright red, her heart possibly having exploded right then and there. His eyes looked up to meet hers as he sipped, smirking a bit as he noticed the panicked and flushed look in her eyes.

Maybe the feeling is... mutual?

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away after keeping her gaze for a second. “I guess I can see why you like it.”

Y/N had shivers running up and down her spine, feeling like Tsukishima had looked into her very soul and knew about her year-long crush on him.

The two of them started walking a bit slower after that, and to the external eye, you’d probably just see two classmates walking home together. But look a little closer, and you’d see both of them having internal conflicts. They managed to walk through the small roads filled with shops and make it about halfway to Y/N’s house in complete silence.

“Y/N-san,” Tsukishima finally ended it, the agonizing silence, in which he had been racking his brain trying to think of how to start a conversation. He stopped in his tracks as he spoke the one word, the two of them now on a quieter dirt path. There was no one to interrupt them, no one to save Tsukishima from embarrassment, no Yamaguchi to fill the awkward silence.

“Hm?” Y/N looked back at him, noticing him just standing there. “Are you alright, Tsukishima-san?”

“There’s something I need to say,” he started, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists.

“O-Oh okay.”

“I’ve been... feeling sick around you.” Baka, he scolded himself for what felt like the millionth time. That definitely wasn’t the way he had wanted to say it. “I-I mean, not like sick sick but like allergy sick,” he tried to recover, but scoffed at himself since that wasn’t all that much better.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in response, trying to think about his reactions lately. He had definitely been more flushed lately, but she always thought that was annoyance. He’d been quieter and more distant, but it was Tsukishima after all. He looked over to her desperately, hoping to see that she was understanding what he was trying to say. She wasn’t.

Tsukishima was starting to get frustrated. He knew he wasn’t the greatest at communicating but how hard was it to see how much he liked her? Yamaguchi saw it, hell, even his upperclassmen teased him about it when they first saw Tsukishima and Y/N walking out of class together one day. So why did other people who didn’t need to know it, why did they understand but she didn’t? Why was she so dense?

You’re not saying anything, his mind reminded him as he scowled to himself.

“It has to be that,” Tsukishima finally continued quietly, his eyes now staring at his feet. He was practically trying to convince himself now. It had to be that there was a health related issue with him being around her. It had to be that, because if it wasn’t, it meant that Tsukishima had to tell her how he felt. And that meant that he was probably going to end up hurt. Why a girl like Y/N hung around a guy like him anyways was beyond him.

“Why?” Y/N frowned, still terribly lost in the cosmos of this odd confession. “Why would it have to be that?”

“Because if it isn’t that, then it means that I’ve fallen completely head over heels for you.”

Tsukishima wasn’t sure how he had managed to say the words. But there it was. His fists tightened even more, his fingernails digging into his palm so hard it was starting to hurt.

His eyes closed tightly, turning his head away from her. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to see laughter or disgust in her eyes. Maybe he could take it back now. Maybe he could-

Tsukishima jumped at the feeling of a poke on his chest, his eyes opening in surprise when he found Y/N standing much closer than she was earlier. “Are you teasing me?” She asked defensively, squinting her eyes up at him.

“T-Teasing?” Tsukishima stammered. He watched her eyes, noting how visibly upset she looked and he could feel his frustration rising. He had finally said what he had wanted to say this whole time... and she wasn’t even reacting the way she was supposed to. How stupid did she have to be? And why did she have to look so damn cute while doing it?

“Yamaguchi-san told you, didn’t he? I knew that poophead couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” she grumbled, crossing her arms against her chest. “He swore he wouldn’t tell you, but I should’ve known. You guys are best friends and all.”

“Told me... told me what?”

“That I’ve liked you practically since we met,” Y/N huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Listen, Tsukishima-san, if you don’t like me back, you don’t have to tease me like this. I’m perfectly fine being rejected,” she told him with a pout on her lips (she was definitely not fine being rejected, and was planning on crying at home after this). “Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

Tsukishima‘s eyes widened, staring at her like she had grown a second head. “You... You like me?” He gulped. His allergies must be getting worse, his heart was thumping so hard against his chest, he couldn’t think straight.

Y/N and him shared a confused look for a moment, neither one of them sure who was teasing whom at this point. “Didn’t... didn’t you know? That’s why you’re being nice to me?” She asked him, poking his chest again. “Why else would you be walking me home and buying me juice?”

“Why would...” Tsukishima’s lips curled into a smile and suddenly he burst out into laughter, tilting his head back in amusement.

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N whined, punching his arm lightly with a huff. “This isn’t a time to be laughing at me!”

Tsukishima straightened up with his signature cocky smile, shaking his head as he fixed his glasses on his face. Then, his hand moved to hit the top of her head.

“OW! Tsukishima-san!”

“You idiot. Why would I be standing here confessing to you if I was just going to make fun of you?” Tsukishima scoffed, smirking at her. “If I didn’t like you back and I found out you liked me, don’t you think I would’ve made it clear by now that you never stood a chance?”

Y/N thought about this for a moment, remembering that one time a girl in a different class had confessed to him after attending one of his matches.

“I think you’re incredible, Tsukishima-san! A-And I just.... well I just...”

“Are you trying to confess to me?” Tsukishima didn’t even bother looking up from his study book, finishing an equation before even glancing at her. “You should just give up now. I’m not interested.”

The girl had teared up so much, even Y/N had felt bad (even though she was secretly happy that Tsukishima hadn’t accepted the confession). Yamaguchi had yelled at Tsukishima about being gentle that day.

“Why would I be nice to someone stupid enough to think I’d like them? I didn’t give her any hints that I did, I don’t even know her,” Tsukishima grumbled.

Y/N had internalized those words, deciding she wouldn’t confess her feelings to Tsukishima ever. If she did, and Tsukishima rejected her, he probably wouldn’t want to be around her as friends ever again.

“So...” Y/N thought to herself for a moment, trying to reexamine what had happened today. “What was with the juice box then?” She asked him.

“I thought...” Tsukishima frowned a little, looking up at the sky in thought. “I thought when you confess you were supposed to... give a gift or something.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process and Tsukishima glared at her slightly. “You’re laughing at me now?”

She shook her head quickly, trying to stifle her giggles, “I just... I think it’s sweet,” she beamed, holding onto her little juice box even though it was empty now.

Tsukishima watched her carefully before smiling a little, patting her head gently, “Alright then, let’s get you home. I’ll bring another juice box for you for our date.”

“D-Date?” Y/N repeated shyly, following him as he started to walk again.

“You thought I’d just confess to you and not ask you out? Idiot,” Tsukishima smirked, feeling such an intense relief on his shoulders. His heart was still beating furiously and his stomach felt like it was going to come up his throat, but... it wasn’t as frustrating of a feeling now.

After he dropped her off at her house with the promise of walking her to school tomorrow morning, Tsukishima couldn’t help but allow himself to smile widely the whole way home.

If this is what an allergy felt like, he never wanted it to stop.

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Okay like I mentioned up there in the Author’s Notes, this is my first time writing for Haikyuu so lmk what you thought :) I’ve written some stuff for OHSHC and I think it’s pretty obviously that tall jerks with glasses are my type lol

Anyways! Enjoy!

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sooibian · 3 years

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“Clay”-doh

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader

Genre: Parents AU, tooth rotting fluff

Description: "When was the last time we did something together as a family?" you ask Baekhyun and...it backfires.

Word Count: 1.4k unedited!!!

A/N: Thank you for daydreaming about this cute little scenario @littleflowercrown13 💗 i hope you enjoy!!!!

Scraping your hair up in a bun, you padded into the living room with an idea floating in your consciousness which fortified upon finding your husband sprawled out on the couch, snoring away a beautiful Saturday afternoon while your two year old’s pony plushie had been merrily galloping along his torso.

This is what your weekends had come to - Baekhyun would snatch every minute he could find to take a nap and your little one would unwind in the company of her inanimate playthings. Family time was simply...non-existent! The three of you were together all the time but not really.

Plopping down on the box arm of the couch with a pointedly loud sigh, you tried to shake him awake, your ringleted doll enthusiastically following suit. Baekhyun fought the two of you off by curling up like a shrimp, shoving his face into the pillow and letting out a muffled groan thus inviting a flurry of giggles from the bright eyed little lady whose marigold sized fists danced on her appa’s arm as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feeties.

“Ow!” Feigning injury, Baekhyun’s hand flew up to his shoulder to block another blow from the marigold fisted warrior princess. But she was caught unawares when he suddenly scooped her up in his arm and put her down on his chest, playful fingers wiggling along her protruding tummy.

More giggles from both father and daughter.

“Why did you wake me up?” grumbled Baekhyun. The entirety of his attention seized by his own miniature version, he masked the annoyance in his tone by wearing a wide grin on his face.

Poking your husband in the side with a bamboo needle (a failed attempt at knitting), you whined, “You’re sleeping all! the! time! I’m bored!” You lifted her off of Baekhyun’s chest, allowing him to sit up straight and stretch his back, only for her to go flying back into his arms again.

“Jagiya, sometimes I wonder who the real two-year-old is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, peppering the high tension baby's face with soft kisses. Their levels of energy had always been directly proportional - you never failed to notice how Baekhyun's effervescence fuelled her tempo. She suddenly seemed like a whole ‘nother person - in complete contrast to the tiny angelic girl who'd been quietly playing with her pony just a couple of minutes ago.

You protested, "When was the last time we did something together as a family?"

He shot you a look in response that said 'That’s rich coming from you!' but his boxy grin made a revival as soon as he set his eyes on the fluff ball in his hands.

You’d admittedly been a spoilsport when it came to participating in Baekhyun planned “activities” but they were simply “not your jam”. A couple of weeks ago, the father daughter duo had decided to dress up as murderous clowns after seeing posters of IT Chapter Two around the city! Murderous! Clowns!! So instead of blatantly refusing their invitation to dress up as one yourself, you volunteered to be their photographer and clean up the mess after.

It was a lesson learnt.

So the next time they were ready to play Masterchef with the Sous Chef’s tush parked on the Head Chef’s hip and altered-to-fit toques perched atop their peanut shaped heads, you slyly feigned a work emergency and asked your husband’s best friend to drop in for sometime to keep an eye on them….and well, avert any potential disasters. You were grateful not to have come home to ruin and debris but to your angels well fed and soundly asleep on the couch with the Head Chef’s bright yellow chick apron soaking up Little Miss Sous Chef’s drool. Thank God!

No, thank Kim Minseok!

“We could do something that’s not...umm..well..” you started hesitantly.

Mischief dancing in his eyes, Baekhyun cracked a sly smile and asked, “Stressful?”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a non-committal nod.

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“SPA DAY!”

Mirroring her father’s enthusiasm, your little one threw her hands in the air and thundered in baby coo.

Baekhyun had laid down an old rug on the living room floor and together you arranged clay masks, lotions, cotton pads, baby oils, moisturizers...the entire shebang. You excused yourself to the bathroom to cleanse your face while the older troublemaker tossed the younger one into the air, the sound of saccharine giggles and gurgles pervading the entire room.

Your lips unconsciously synced to the words of a familiar song stuck in your head...just this one line playing over and over again as you trotted out of the living room.

‘...I can’t even close my eyes and I don’t know why...guess I don’t like surprises..’

A vague foreboding swiftly crept into your consciousness. Dabbing your face dry, you darted towards the living room with a different tune stuck in your head.

‘Everytime I turn around, something don’t feel right! Just might be paranoid!’

From a distance, everything seemed eerily normal.

Gongju-nim was seated cross legged on the rug, with a fluffy cushion placed against her smol lap on which Baekhyun had his head rested. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked furiously to adjust to the baffling scene before you.

Jaw slacked, you stood watching her pudgy fingers work expertly along Baekhyun’s soft facial skin, evenly spreading the blackish grey gooey clay mask all over his face and neck. A sunflower hair band wearing Baekhyun guided her by occasionally tilting his head from side to side so as to avoid the mouth and eye area.

The two thoughts occupying your mind in the moment were the damage that the clay mask would do to her two year old silken tofu skin and ways to throttle Baekhyun without the teensie warrior princess coming to his defence riding her wee little pony plushie.

But before you could do or say anything, her clay mask wielding fist suddenly went whop on his pursed lips.

Baekhyun’s eyes flew open in horror and the little one burst into another fit of giggles upon seeing her appa’s startled face. You bit on your tongue to hold back your laughter as your husband frantically shook his head to dissuade her but with the competence of a professional, she continued to even out the mask all over his lips.

You quietly went and sat next to her as she reached out for another scoop of the mask from the tub. Aiming a gremlin grin at you, she proudly flaunted her clay covered hands and you realized that she had gloves on. Washed over with relief, you ignored Baekhyun’s clay swaddled cry for help and extended your arms out to her.

But Little Miss Esthetician was all fired up!

She enthusiastically struck her father’s forehead with her tinie palms (yet again you ignored Baekhyun’s pained whimper. After all, he had brought this upon himself) and cooed, “Mama~” gesturing that it was your turn now to avail her valued services.

“Oh, my baby!” you chuckled, “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently scooping her up in your arms, you laid her down next to her father.

Now that Baekhyun had been shut up for a good twenty minutes or so, you started to clean the mess off of her hands while berating him in a sing-song voice. “Why did you think it was a good idea to allow her to come in contact with these harsh ~ chemical ~ substances ~ ?”

Brows raised, Baekhyun sat up with a start, shook his head in denial and defended himself with a loud, “Mmmm!!!”

You knew that the mask, made entirely out of quality, kid-friendly natural ingredients, was relatively safe but you were simply not the parent who took risks. You were pulled out of your reverie by gongju-nim dissolving into another fit of giggles at the sound that came out of her appa’s sealed mouth. Amused, you smiled down at her and continued, “It could’ve gone into her eyes, Baekhyunnie ~ or her mouth ~” In hindsight, it was an ill-timed joke but Baekhyun’s lips curled up in an endearing clay laced smile and his eyes crinkled into half moons.

Your out-of-tune complaining was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of love that blossomed in Baekhyun’s heart for his chaotic little family. He quickly sneaked a picture of the three of you - him with his clay mask on and his beautiful ladies in the background, faces lit up by the other’s bright smile - and gleefully shared it with his 20.9 million followers. He then grabbed a box of tissues to help you clean the mess that he'd inadvertently yet expectedly made.

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moon-mirage · 3 years

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Cresswell + domesticity 💗

I LOOOVE Cresswell being domestic. I think that’s at least half the reason I wrote “Masks” and had be them newlyweds in that story. 😍 So I really love this prompt especially because it’s, I assume, about canon-Cresswell?

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A mug was waiting for her as she made her way towards the counter where the coffee machine was. Cress remembered how she, upon her first few days on the ship, had tip-toed through the Rampion, almost afraid to make a sound and disturb the rest of the crew.

Now, the Rampion was her home, the first real one she ever had.

And the mug was proof for that. It was her favourite one. It didn't look much different from the other military-issued ones in the cupboard but it fit into her hand perfectly when she held it. Next to it were a package of milk and a sugar cube.

Just the way she liked her coffee. Or learned to like. She hadn't been impressed by the first bitter taste she had but the subsequent energy boost it had given her had been too good to pass up to - cream and milk definitely helped with the taste as well.

Her heart warmed at the kind gesture. For the girl who, for so many years, didn't exist in databases or records, there was nothing more wonderful than to know that someone thought of her even when she wasn't there. That she mattered to someone who cared about trivial things like her favourite cup and coffee preferences.

There was no sign of Thorne but she could hear a faint humming from the direction of the bathroom.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, added the sugar and milk and tried a first sip. Perfect. Balancing the mug to the couch, careful not to spill anything, she sat down comfortably.

Pulling out her portscreen, Cress went over her new notifications, enjoying the silence as she waited for Thorne.

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Thorne hummed a little melody, only faintly aware it was a song Cress often sang when she worked. He had always sung or hummed but the opera tunes were new, thanks to Cress.

Spreading a copious amount of product between his hands, he worked it onto his slightly wet hair with the ease of someone who had this routine down pat. They had no plans to leave the Rampion until late afternoon but that's how Thorne liked to start his day - with a hot shower, expensive soap and just enough time to make himself look good that made it seem like he didn't invest any time at all.

Remembering the small bottle of cologne he bought on his last shopping trip with Cress, he scanned the cabinet for the bottle. Not too long ago, only his belongings were stored here.

But that was before Cress.

Now, there was second toothbrush, a porcelain jar with little birds painted on it that contained hairbands and bobby pins, a cream for sensitive skin with some UV protection, mascara. Anti-frizz lotion for wavy hair on the second shelf to the right. A wayward bracelet that lay forgotten next to the shower. A small bottle of perfume, the design distinctly feminine in contrast to his rather plain cosmetics.

Small things overall but a clear reminder that there was someone on this ship that shared his space, his life.

When he looked back at the mirror, he saw his reflection smiling back at him.

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A new netdrama had popped up on her netscreen and the trailer looked promising enough. After being out in the real world, netdramas didn't hold her attention the same way they used to but they were still enjoyable for a rainy night, engulfed in her boyfriend's arms ... before they got more interested in each other than whatever it was that played on the screen.

The fresh scent of pine and bergamot filled the room before she felt a kiss pressed to the top of her head.

"Good morning, love."

Cress glanced up with warm cheeks. "Good morning, captain." She knew he liked her saying that though lately, in moments just between the two of them, there were hushed whispers of "Crescent" and "Carswell" in-between languid kisses and heated touches. "You're up early."

He shrugged before plopping on the couch next to her. "Not really. You just slept later than usual and I didn't want to wake you. We're still waiting for landing permission from the army base. Any news?"

Cress checked her portscreen when Thorne took her mug to take a sip of her coffee. "There's still coffee left, should I bring you a cup?"

"I'm good. Already had one and I don't need my heart racing like a podship." He grinned at her. "At least, not because of an overdose of caffeine. But if you want to speed up my heart by any other means ...," he trailed off, his eyebrows waggling.

Leaning over, hands on his chest to steady her, she pressed her lips to his. As always, he was warm and his lips soft against hers. She allowed herself a few playful pecks at the corner of his mouth and the bottom lip before pressing herself closer to him.

Thorne, eager to reciprocate, quickly put her mug on the table next to him, leaving his hands free to roam her back. Their kiss deepened and she could taste hints of coffee and toothpaste and she curled her fingers into his shirt when he moved his mouth just so.

She broke the kiss with a hushed gasp, his hands gripping her hips tightly as if to pull her closer again.

"How is that for a racing heart, captain?" Cress asked, her lips still tingling. She had become more confident in the last few months together, allowed herself more often to take the lead in their relationship and she was rewarded by the dazed look on Thorne's face.

"Aces, Cress." He took a deep breath. "A podship race has nothing on you."

Laughing, Cress gave him another quick kiss, before pulling herself up. "Good to know. I'll get ready then. You're done with the bathroom, right? Did you leave any hot water for me?"

Thorne seemed suddenly very interested in the trailer that was still playing on mute on her portscreen. "Oh, look at that! We should definitely check this netdrama out-"

"Thorne!"

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I hope it’s the domesticity fluff you wanted? ^-^ Thank you so much for the prompt, I really loved writing a cute canon-Cresswell drabble again.

#the lunar chronicles #tlc #cress #carswell thorne #cresswell #cresswell drabble prompts #i realised I put a lot of importance on cups/mugs #not only here but in masks too #I just love cups #and I think Cress would too and no I don't take criticism :P

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EEEK I WAS SO EXCITED TO JOIN UR CELEBRATION i knew it wouldnt be long til u post it🦋

can i get 🌷 im a female she/her, ravenclaw, im easily bored n a perfectionist idk if being easily bored is a personality or not lol facts abt me: im using a baby towel as my towel, im using a baby lotion, i love to collect anything that has simba from the lion king in it bcs my fav animal is lion n my fav movie is the lion king n i like to bake😋 ship me w whoever give me the wildcard!

i wrote 4 facts hshdhshs but i hope thats okay congratulations again my love😘

my sweet naila 🥺 thank you, my popcorn 🍿i really hope you like it!

✨ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✨

and because i know you, i ship you with...

draco malfoy

Hakuna Matata?

note: just an alternate universe where draco doesn’t become a death eater

On a spring afternoon, Draco told you:

"You're wrong, you know?"

Your eyebrow arched. "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true" he chuckled.

"Draco" you turn your body so you can face your Slytherin boyfriend "I'm sure we spoke for the first time in Hogsmeade."

"You're wrong" he repeated, still with a presumptuous and funny tone.

You huffed. "So, will you tell me when we first spoke?"

"Professor Slughorn had just passed us an assignment on Everlasting Elixirs..." Draco smothered a laugh when he saw your eyes widen.

"Oh no..."

"Oh yes"

And in fact, Draco was right.

The first time you spoke was after a Potions class during your sixth year. You had stayed in the classroom to ask some questions to Professor Slughorn about the assignment you were supposed to do, and for this reason, you were late for your next class.

You ran down the corridors to get to the Charms classroom, but you always were a little clumsy and stumbled on your own feet. For your luck - very lucky - you find something to hold on to: the platinum blond boy's robes in front of you.

Draco is pulled back when he feels something grabbing on his Slytherin robe. "Hey, be more careful" he said angry and when he turned to find out who had dared to do such a thing, he sees you and, for a moment, he is lacking of words.

The Slytherin boy kinda knows you.

"The Ravenclaw girl that smells like baby lotion and vanilla. What is her name...?"

But he didn’t have time to ask you anything because the second you two run into each other, you start saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." and quickly pick up your stuff that fell to the ground before running back to your next class.

He realized that you missed your quill. Unwittingly, Draco opened a smile and picked up the object, keeping it in his pocket.

"You stole my quill!" you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the direction of your boyfriend. "I've been looking for it for days!"

"In my defense, I wanted to give it back to you," Draco explains, "but you always ran away from me.

Once again, he was right: you, in fact, tried your best to avoid any contact with Slytherin boy; this was because you were aware of his arrogant fame and didn't want to hear any unpleasant words, but this never happened.

"Here" Draco extends to you the quill.

A surprised look appears on your face when you take the familiar object in your hands. "Have you kept it all this time?" you ask with curiosity.

He shrugs. "I was waiting for an opportunity to give it back to you, but..."

"But?" you insist.

"We met at Three Broomsticks... so I decided to keep it to myself."

Months after that first "conversation", you and Draco met again.

You were entering the pub at the same instant he was leaving; and for the second time, you bumped into each other.

"Can you tell me if this will become an annoying habit?" the blond asked in irritation.

But you ignored him completely, your neck rising up and looking around the place, searching for something; apparently your friends hadn't finished their shopping at Honeydukes yet.

Draco snapped his fingers in front of you, catching your attention - hating to be ignored.

"Ah" you gasped, remembering the Slytherin boy’s presence "I'm sorry, I thought I was late and...".

"Is that why you're still wearing a towel?" he questioned amusingly, pointing towards your neck.

To your horror, you still carried your Lion King towel over your shoulders and thought you would regret for all eternity to embarrass yourself in front of Draco freaking Malfoy, but fate had a funny way of executing its plans.

"But what's this weird thing?" was the question that started your relationship with Draco.

The second time you talked was much longer than the first; you sat at a table at Three Broomsticks and drank butterbeer while you told Slytherin boy the story of Simba.

Draco hadn't found the story super interesting, but he had definitely loved being able to feel your baby lotion and vanilla perfume more. He had loved to hear the sound of your voice. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off you while you made exaggerated gestures with your hands trying to describe scenes from the children's movie - he thought you looked beautiful, very beautiful.

You said goodbye to each other when your friends showed up next to your table holding Honeydukes' bags. And you thought you would never talk to Draco Malfoy again, but you were wrong, because, that night, he went to sleep thinking about you.

The third time you talked was the next day when Draco kicked out your partner from Potions to sit next to you. Professor Slughorn couldn't care less about the exchange of partners and gave you an assignment to do in pairs.

As you continued talking with him, you realized that the blond Slytherin boy might not be so unpleasant.

The first time your heart beat faster when you were in Draco's presence was when he held your hand when you were about to add an ingredient to the potion you should prepare together.

"Silly girl" he had said with a smile "you have to prick it first.

Then, one afternoon you were in Hogwarts library, researching in several books what you could include in the Potions report that you should write in pairs.

"We should put this" Draco pointed to a line on the book's page.

It took you a few seconds to read what was written and you shook your head. "No, no."

"Why not?" The blond frowned.

"Because it's too obvious!" you huffed. "I bet everyone will write the same thing."

"Maybe because it's right?" he said almost incredulous.

"Writing something right, but still different is what will make us stand out," you winked.

And it was on that day that Draco Malfoy realized that he might be in love with you.

Your first kiss was a few days before the end of the school year, after a hard exams period, you were sharing a couch on Slytherin's common room and a chocolate frog.

"I got dirty?" you asked after licking the chocolate leftovers from your fingers, turning to Draco. Unconsciously, you tilted your head to the side and your lips curved up in a little smile - at that moment, Draco thought you had never looked so cute, but at the same time, so irresistible.

Without answering your question, he brought his face close to yours, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

You and Draco were together, but you were not dating.

During the summer, you exchanged letters almost every day. You had gotten used to Draco's presence, it was weird not being with him.

When September arrived again, you didn't waste any time and got in the train, looking for the platinum blond who occupied your thoughts the whole time, but it was him who found you.

You two shared a cabin - and nobody dared to join you.

"Ah" you extended a bag that you were carrying in Draco's direction "this is for you".

The Slytherin boy looked at you surprised - and a little terrified.

"Is that a gift? I didn't even buy her a gift... did I have to buy a gift? Will she be upset? What if she...", but his thoughts were interrupted when you said, "It's just some cookies. I promise it's not poison or anything" with a playful smile on your face.

Draco didn't know you could bake, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out - especially since your cookie was delicious.

And that was the day he was sure that he fell in love with you.

He asked you to be his girlfriend on a Christmas morning in Hogwarts right after giving you a nice necklace as a gift.

And since then, you had brought Draco a joy he had never felt before - and which he never thought he could feel.

Your favorite pastime was to go to Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together while you talked about the most diverse subjects.

And Draco still loved to hear you talking about Lion King.

That same spring afternoon, you and Draco were in Slytherin's common room; he was sitting on an armchair and you were on his lap.

"You know, I still think you should watch Lion King with me," you say, your fingers brushing through your boyfriend's platinum blond wires.

"I rather hearing you telling the story to me" Draco answers with a smile, giving a kiss in the corner of your mouth. "Besides, we need to finish that Potions assignment."

"Oh no, let's stay like this a little bit longer."

"But that's for two days from now."

"Hakuna Matata, Draco. Hakuna Matata."

"Hakuna Matata?"

#efyra’s 500 followers celebration #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x you #500fcwefyra

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forever-your-soldat · 5 years

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Anon: “Natasha x reader prompt no 20 and 12″

12 - “Can we stay like this?”

20 - “Shh... they’re asleep.”

This is just pure fluff and my god I don’t even know.

There’s always been this playful banter and flirting between Y/n and Nat that everyone in the team found it disgustingly cute. They’ve watched Nat flirt during missions, but her flirting with Y/n, they noted, was completely different from how she was on the field.

Frankly, whenever Natasha was flirting with Y/n, she was always so close by, and most times, she was touching her. It didn’t matter whether it was holding her hand or hugging her from behind while Y/n busied herself in the kitchen.

They were always together.

Tony was growing frustrated alongside Clint, but Stark could never keep his stupid mouth shut whenever the pair was just being a cute teenage couple in love.

“Oh christ.” Tony had to groan as he walked into the common room to see Nat leaning from behind the couch, arms wrapped loosely around Y/n’s neck while giggles bounced off the walls.

“Alright, could the lovely couple please not be gross this early in the morning?” The man spoke, though it was nearing noon, as he strolled over to one of the loveseats and plopped down after setting his mug on the coffee table.

His presence had Nat pulling away, only to rest her hands on Y/n’s shoulders, as she stared blankly at him. “What are you on about now?” Tony pretended to think for an answer before he nonchalantly waved his hand in the air. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you could tone down your oh so adorable relationship down a bit?”

Tony wasn’t able to get a response from Natasha, aside from the deadly glare she set on his face, but he did note the way Y/n’s face flushed red at the comment and looked away. It made him smirk.

“So, when do you guys plan on making it official?” He asked them as he took a sip of his coffee.

“We honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” Y/n crossed her arms and it only fueled Tony when he saw the slight twitch of Nat’s lips. “Right, right. So, anyway, I’ll just head on back to the lab and you ladies can go ahead, continue what you were doing before I got here.”

There was a slight skip in his step when he left them and Nat sighed in frustration before she hopped over the couch and sat beside the other. Y/n quickly shifted so she was resting her head against Nat’s chest. Instinctively, the redhead wrapped her arms securely around her waist, leaving no space between them.

“You know, I sometimes worry for Tony.” Y/n suddenly spoke, causing Nat to look at her with her brow raised. “Why is that?” Y/n let one hand fall on her thigh, lightly making random symbols. “I don’t know whether he’s sleep deprived or high on some chemical he spills in the lab.” Nat snorted at the second part of the statement before she shook her head. “I’m pretty sure he just needs rest. From what FRIDAY says, he stays in that damn lab of his 24/7.”

Y/n hummed before she nodded in agreement and a silence settled over them again.

It was a little after two when Steve walked into the room to find the pair still there, only this time, they were laying down, Y/n having her head tucked under Nat’s chin while they spoke in hushed voices, as if keeping themselves away from the outside world.

Sadly, when Nat saw him, he had popped their tiny bubble. “Oh, hey Steve.” He smiled sheepishly while walking toward the television. “Hey. Tonight is movie night and it’s my turn picking. Do you think you could recommend something for me to choose?” He asked them and Y/n sat up along with Nat, finally separating from each other as Y/n bounded over.

“I don’t get why you’re so worried with your movie choices.” Nat commented after almost an hour while Y/n looked through the various DVDs. “Well, the movies I know are all from the forties. I’m still trying to figure things out here. And I know the others get bored with what I pick.” The captain replied before he had finally settled for Beauty and the Beast.

“Don’t mind them, Cap. It’s your choice for a reason. If they don’t like it, you can’t force them, but we had all agreed that we’d all watch whatever we pick.” Y/n assured him with a smile, one he returned with a grateful nod. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nat couldn’t help but smile fondly at Y/n before they decided to go and get the snacks ready before it was time to watch. The popcorn was already set by the microwave so they didn’t have to rummage the cabinets to look for them and there were already cups on the table.

Throughout the movie, Clint would glance at his best friends and he’d be amused to see that neither of them were watching. They were just quietly talking to each other with Y/n curled up in Nat’s lap, their hands laced together and he could have sworn that he saw the redhead kissing Y/n’s forehead. But he remained quiet, leaving the pair to have their moment.

When the movie was over, Sam let out a yawn and stretched his legs. “That was qui-” Thor was cut off when Wanda put a finger to her lips and all eyes went to the pair left on the couch. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Shh... they’re sleeping.” The witch warned them. Clint stole a couple pictures, a grin on his face as he sent them to his wife before he placed a blanket over them while the rest of the team went off to their own rooms.

It was until four when Nat woke up to Y/n moving on her lap. She took note of how darker and quieter it was before she realized that no one else was in the room. She turned her head to see the time before she looked down at the sleeping figure in her lap. A smile crept up her face before she gently rubbed her back then moved so they could lay down.

“Nat?” Y/n murmured as her eyes started to open and the redhead lightly caressed her cheek. “Shh, it’s alright. Go back to sleep.” She whispered and the latter laid her head back on her chest. “Can we stay like this?”

Nat’s heart swelled at the silent request before she pressed her lips to the top of Y/n’s head and pulled her closer. “Of course.”

When morning came, Y/n woke up to a warm body under her and a light weight around her waist. She tried to move, but the moment her eyes opened, all she could see was red. Usually she would start panicking if she didn’t know where she was, but the familiar scent of Nat’s lotion had invaded her senses that she simply smiled and snuggled more into her.

She wasn’t even able to get out if she tried. Nat’s arm was around her waist and the other was under Y/n, her hand rested on her head, so there was no room for her to move. Typically, it would be fine, but she could hear whispers and movement around them and she knew it was the team fussing over them so silently, her hand moved to cup Nat’s cheek and she ran the pad of her thumb over the smooth skin.

The action caused the redhead to stir and everyone scrambled away in fear. But the first thing Nat noticed was the girl laying next to her. “Good morning.” She mumbled with a sleepy smile and Y/n giggled softly. “Good morning.” She whispered.

They stayed like that, just quietly gazing at each other before Nat bit her lip and leaned closer. Y/n picked up on her intentions and she bridged the gap between them, meeting her into a small kiss.

Collective gasps met their ears and the two pulled away with Nat sitting them up, her arms still around the other while they looked to everyone in the room. Clint quickly put his phone away but Tony shamelessly kept his up and grinned at the pair.

She rolled her eyes at them and they got up to head to their own rooms to change. “Delete those after sending them to me.”

Y/n giggled as she exited the common room and Nat followed suit, only to pause when her phone pinged. She checked the various pictures sent by Clint and Tony, but she smiled at the one Wanda sent her before she went on with her day, setting the picture as her homescreen.

#request #reader insert #x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natalia alianovna romanova #avengers #marvel #mcu #clint barton #tony stark #steve rogers #sam wilson #wanda maximoff

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laylacooke · 4 years

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It’s Just Like Lotion, Right? || Raul & Layla

timing: During the weeks the carnival was in town parties: @bloodapples& @laylacooke summary: With Raul’s help, Layla plays an exciting game of Hanyo! warnings: Hanyo tw [you’ve been warned.]

Layla had longed for something to get her mind off things, but in a healthy way. The last week had been the most heartless and cruelest week of her life, and while she didn’t feel like she deserved happiness right now, she at least needed a break. Hearing laughter and seeing the bright lights not too far off, Layla found herself at the carnival. Paying for a ticket and entering the attraction, the young wolf took in the sights, and then she spotted it; a big catfish monster plush. The thing was almost hideous but had big black eyes and long dangly whiskers that made it cute. It was half the size of Layla’s own body. But as lonely as she had been, she had longed to have it so she could cuddle up with it at night. However, seeing what you had to do made her a little apprehensive, “What the hell is Hanyo?”

Roller coasters were lit up in metal spirals and gyres against the night sky. Tents full of games, prizes, and performances were strung and playfully garish flashing signs. Fortune tellers and challenges for the bored and gullible dotted the inroads between the tents. The Ferris wheel dominated the skyline, a behemoth somehow erected in the space of a single night.

Raul had been sitting with some of his fellow farmlands at the tent the Salazar homestead had been allowed to set up to sell food so long as the vampires adhered to the Ringmasters' rules. Raul’s spirit had been freed from all remorse and regret, but bereft of a soul to anchor it, his interest tended to wander. Thus the redhead’s plight at a nearby tent had caught his attention.

“It’s like mayonnaise you can put on your hands,” Raul told her upon wandering over.

“Be nice little brother,” Emilio chided his younger clanmate telepathically through the bond vampires of the same lineage shared, his mental voice warm with an undercurrent of laughter.

“Hold back your thirst little brother,” came Ignacio’s sterner telepathic command, his mental presence the cold flame to Emilio’s roseate mirth. “The Master has expressly forbidden us from feeding on the carnival..”

“Oh lighten up Ignacio,” interrupted Diego’s sardonic psychic voice. “Little Raul is gonna be real polite to ginger chica aren’ you … right Raul?” For all of Diego’s amiable playfulness, there was always a razored edge within his smile.

“Yeah yeah guys I get it,” Raul shot back to his clansmen mentally before returning his full attention to Layla. “It’s like lotion but...like edible y’know?”

Layla narrowed her eyes. It was a bit strange, but what in this town wasn’t? As the random guy explained it to her, she paused for a moment to think it over. What could be the worst thing that happened? Last week had taken the cake from assault to stealing a tractor and wrecking it. Pondering the idea of sticking her hands into the off white, thick substance, she looked to the man standing next to her, “And I win a prize, just for putting my hands in this stuff?” The smell radiating off it from the summer heat kind of turned her stomach, considering werewolf senses heightened everything, but she wanted that damn catfish monster. The dumbest and simplest thing that could bring her pleasure in a world full of darkness right now, “Fine. I’ll do it.” She stepped a little closer to the booth waiting for his instructions, somewhat glancing at the other guys sitting at the tent and giving them a soft, but sad smile. “Has anybody won tonight?”

Raul Torres didn’t have the capacity for empathy, at least not since killing others in the blind frenzy of bloodthirst had led a once soft-hearted young to relinquish his soul under the weight of that guilt. Yet, that didn’t stop him from at least noticing the girl’s rueful manner. Raul felt curiosity rather than compassion or concern but focusing on anything other than the omnipresent thirst that gnawed inside of him was a welcome distraction.

“Not that I’ve seen,” admitted Raul as he leaned against one of the tent poles. “We’ve been handling food.” The fledgling vampire nodded back to the concession stands full of farm-grown food some of his clanmates were running nearby, several of the young men nodding to Layla with toothy smiles. “So been avoiding getting that stuff on our hands”

Raul glanced up at the sign above the bored face-mask wearing fellow running the malodorous Hanyo game. “Looks like there's a marble somewhere in there. Find it before time’s up and you winna prize.”

Layla noticed Rauel’s friends smiling at her. Returning a small grin, she looked back to the booth in front of her. She wanted that prize. And the instructions sounded easy enough. However, the guy running the booth didn’t seem too excited. Maybe that was a good sign. It meant no losing limbs or getting sucked into a world of Hanyo.

She looked back to Rauel, “I’m gonna do it.” The smell seemed like it was getting worse, but if she could stomach it for a little while longer, that Catfish Monster plush was hers.

Taking a deep breath, and gagging a little, she stepped forward. As she slipped her hands down in the vat of goop, the warmth where it had been roasting in the sun all day made her shudder, “Oh dear Lord, what am I doing?” Seeing the masked man flip on the timer, without so much as a warning. Layla started digging around in the thick, off-white sludge. Creamy or moist wasn’t words she had ever wanted to hear again, and she was pretty sure the smell would haunt her until the day she died.

Raul’s senses had all sharpened after he’d woken up in a morgue in Oaxaca de Juárez. He’d previously thought of death as a cold numbness, but the truth was that since rising up as a vampire everything was incredibly intense. Raul experienced the world like an animal predator now, every color, stray movement, sound, or smell so vivid that at first, it’d been overwhelming.

Some were more intense than others of course, even while talking to this girl Raul could tell she was alive. Her heartbeat seemed to thud in the back of his mind, the warm blood in her veins humming like a live power line. There’d been a time where Raul would've gotten distracted and blushy around a beautiful face framed by autumnal hair that fell down supple shoulders. But now Raul couldn’t help unconsciously seeing the living as prey, a viscous instinct that invariably tainted his other thoughts even if Raul tried to suppress it.

Of course, those supernaturally keen senses came with other drawbacks.

Such as making sun-heated mayo all over some chica’s hand smell like she’d perfumed herself up with world war mustard gas.

“Mierda,” Raul gagged, his eyes watering. “Wait I’ll …” He gave Layla a wide berth while trying to retrieve some hand sanitizer and wipes to offer to her.

Layla continued to dig around in the thick, creamy sludge. Her eyes were already in tears, and she could just make out the time on the nearby clock counting down. Moving a little faster as she suppressed gagging, the teenager finally found what she was looking for, “Gotcha you tiny little bastard.”

Pulling her hand out of the huge container of mayo, before the time ran out, Layla quickly stepped back and started coughing more than she had originally intended. Full blown tears were now pouring out of her squinted eyes, but any chance at wiping them away was impossible, and she knew if she had brought her mayo layered arms and hands closer to her face, she would surely vomit.

Eyes shifting between Raul, who was looking for hand sanitizer and wipes, and the unhappy worker who had been hovering over the large vat of off-white goop, she slowly held up the marble, “I found your marble. Please tell me that damn Catfish Monster, that’s nearly the same size as me, is mine. Otherwise, I might just steal it and run.” The last part was almost a joke, but after what she had just endured (and was still enduring, until she could clean her hands), she was seriously starting to consider it.

With Raul back in no time, Layla gladly took the sanitizer and wipes utilizing them to the best she could resorting to her only other option when it wouldn’t fully come off; her jeans. She would burn them when she got home.

Catfish Monster plush in tow, she squealed at her accomplishment as she said a quick goodbye and thanks to Raul, his buddies, and the unhappy looking man who had kept score of the game. Despite having that lingering smell in her nostrils, that would probably last a lifetime, Layla happily left the carnival satisfied with her prize and her one game she had played. It was a good night, and one she had needed. And she couldn’t wait to see the look on Indy’s cute little face when she came home with something that was nearly five times his size.

#para: it's just like lotion right?#bloodapples #hanyo tw #wickedswriting #potw: something wicked carnival

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uncomfortable-writers · 5 years

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Bathmophobia (Bucky x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Bucky Barnes

Persona: Female

Word Count: 1,036

Request: Can i have bucky imagine where reader is afraid of walking down some bigger stairs? Maybe they're on a walk and they're about to walk down some stairs but reader doesn't want to because shes scared (scared she's gonna fall) I know it sounds stupid but I kinda have that fear and it's be comforting to read a cute scenario about it.

A/N - It’s not stupid if you’re afraid of it, everyone’s fears are valid! Hope this helps a lil <3

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Not even the cool shade of the towering castle could provide you with relief from the burning sun. Being out in the open on the castle wall-walk didn’t help either; everything was practically melting in the heat, even you and Bucky. You didn’t let the harsh heat melt your high spirits though.

“Come on Buck, we’ve still got half the walk left!”, you cheered from a few paces in front of the super soldier. Looking back you saw Bucky wearing a lopsided grin, a few hairs had fallen loose from his bun, framing his face perfectly. It was very rare for him to look so relaxed, he even had his phone raised taking a photo of the beautiful scenery. “I’m coming doll”, he called, tucking the device back into his pocket. A few steps and he was beside you once again, his flesh hand burning hot against your own. “You made sure to put on suntan lotion right?”, you quizzed, squinting your eyes to look up at him. Bucky nodded, “Of course, didn’t plan on becoming the Summer Soldier anytime soon”.

You giggled at his joke, absentmindedly taking in the surroundings. “So where are we off to next?”.

Pulling out the small map you released his hand, much to his displeasure. “We’ve just come around this bit”, you gestured to the paper, “So we’ll becoming around this part now”. Bucky’s arm slipped around your waist adding to the warmth you already felt. “Watch out doll”, the soldier warned as he pulled you into his side, slowing your pace to a halt. “Hmm?”, looking up your heart almost leapt out of your chest.

If Bucky hadn’t stopped you when he did, you would’ve started a descent down some huge, ancient stairs.

Your stomach lurched and you suddenly felt violently sick. Your face which was once blushed rosey like a tomato from the heat, was now paler than a snowflake. Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead although this time it wasn’t from the heat. “You okay doll?”, Bucky’s thumb rubbed your hip in an attempt to comfort you. “Oh me?”, you mumbled fiddling with the map, “Oh me yeah, I’m fantastic actually I think we missed something over this way let’s go”, you plucked Bucky’s hand from your hip and started to tug in the opposite direction, but Bucky wasn’t stupid.

He planted his booted feet into the old floor, rendering your attempt to move him futile.

“(Y/N)”, his voice dropped an octave signalling his soldier side surfacing, “What’s wrong?”. Bucky now had his flesh hand entwined with your own while his metal hand danced on your back, keeping you near his chest. His blue eyes checked out the area protectively searching fro any signs of trouble.

You couldn’t lie to him, the Winter Soldier was too perceptive for that. You hung your head ashamed, you were supposed to be (Your Age) years old yet here you were afraid of descending a few flights of stairs. Bucky’s hand tipped your chin. You were forced to look at him. “You can tell me anything sweetheart, you know you can. I just want to help you”, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, he smiled lovingly down at you, “Whenever you’re ready, don’t feel pressured”. Pulling you into his chest he rested his head on yours while he rocked you, waiting for your answer.

“I...I’m afraid o-of the stairs”, your voice faltered as you finally spoke your confession. Bucky pulled back so he could see your face, a playful smirk on his features, “That’s all? Here I was thinkin’ you didn’t like me anymore”, although the humour quickly left him when he saw tears gathering in your eyes. “I’m serious James”, your (E/C) eyes met his blue ones. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he pulled you into another hug. Pulling back he released you, “There’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me babe”, to reinforce his point, Bucky stepped back and neared the first step. With his chest puffed out he flexed his arms as he placed them on his hips, “I’ll fight anything for you, even these old steps”.

You let a few giggles but the sniffles soon came back. You rubbed at your nose, Bucky observed your actions feeling sorrow at being unable to help you relax.

He quickly returned to your side, “What’s scaring you the most doll?”, Bucky murmured taking your hand into his own, he rubbed soothing circles into the back of your hand. “I’m scared I’m going to fall Buck, it’s such a long way down and you know how clumsy I am”. Bucky chuckled, he nodded his head in agreement at the last part, “Yeah you are sometimes, but I’ve got you. You won’t fall today at all I promise (Y/N)”. You chewed on your lip anxiously, of course you trusted Bucky with your life, but those stairs were just so nerve-racking.

The Winter Soldier could sense your nerves, still with his hand in yours he walked you gently to the steps where he climbed down the first one. He stood, looking into your eyes as you were more or less the same height now. Bucky could still sense your anxiety as your eyes dropped from him to the step. “I promise I’ve got you, just try one step for me love”.

Your gripped tightened on his hand, “I-I don’t t-think I can”.

“You don’t know until you’ve tried”, he smiled at you patiently, “When have I ever let anything happen to you?”. You nodded your head but kept your limbs immobile, Bucky continued to speak all the while pulling ever so gently on your hand, “I’ve been scared of things in the past too, I’m still afraid of somethings today and y’know how I get over them? By trying them. You’ve helped me get over things too”. Before you’d even realised it, your foot was nearing the edge and suddenly you dropped into Bucky’s awaiting arms.

He caught you and helped you onto the step, “You did it doll! I’m proud of you!”.

Pouting up at him, you responded, “You tricked me!”. Bucky kissed your cheek, “Yeah but you still did it, only a few more steps to go”.

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littlebtswriter · 6 years

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namjoon / you have a sleepover

request: Can you do a bts reaction where you're having a sleepover at the dorms but you forgot your things and it's too late to go back? The members know you have mutual feelings with a member so they force him to share clothes and sleep with you. I don't even know if this makes sense 😅

shelby: that you so much for the request, darling! i had fun writing it.

Ever since Jin came up with the idea to have you spend the night with them for the first time, Namjoon was acting strange. He seemed nervous and more awkward than usual, and getting onto the other members when they made messes without cleaning them up.

“Hey, we’re going to have a guest over! Make sure and keep the house decent.”

He really went from the steady headed leader to a shy, small boy who was nervous to have his crush over. Jimin was eating it up. He loved seeing the man he looked up to be shy and awkward. “Ah, having her over will be the end of us all. I swear he’s going to break the house with his clumsiness in front of her.”

You’d been there good friend for a while, meeting them through mutual friends. They thought you were cool and fun to be around and Jimin immediately fell in love with you and wanted to be your best friend while Namjoon turned into an awkward ball of fluff because he really, really liked you.

The sleepover idea wasn’t even for all the boys to hangout with you, it was to try and get you and Namjoon together.

You liked Namjoon too. He was really cute and you could talk to him for hours. But, in your eyes, you felt like he would never want to date you. You weren’t an idol, and you felt like a pretty average person. But, here you were about to have a sleepover with seven grown men. If you said it outloud to your friends, it sounded weird. But, they wouldn’t understand. Those boys were like crazy five year olds.

“Hey!” Jimin shouted, the first to greet you at the door. He pulled you inside, his arms around your waist. “She’s here guys!” He squeaked, his adorable laugh making an appearance. You didn’t mind Jimin’s playful clinginess. You and him had bonded fast, and he told you everything, including how he really wasn’t all that straight. So, his clinginess didn’t bother you.

“Hey!” Namjoon called from the couch. He was cross legged, playing video games with Jungkook. His character was just running into walls as he stared at you sheepishly. “Whatcha playing?” You asked, plopping on the couch next to him. Jungkook got up from the floor and sat next to you.

“Call Of Duty,” Jungkook replied, smashing the buttons and sticking his tongue out slightly as he concentrated.

“We’re making food for us tonight! Jin made a ton of great stuff.” Taehyung said from the floor as he played with his dog.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You asked, looking all around the living room to try and find the small, quiet rapper.

“He’s in his studio,” Namjoon replied, his breath hitching when your fingers brushed against his thigh. “He said he didn’t care about the sleepover.” Taehyung added, earning a look from Namjoon and a piece of popcorn thrown at him by Jungkook.

You helped bring the food to the coffee table in the living room, everyone sitting cross legged around it. “I’ll go bring Yoongi a plate,” Hoseok said, grabbing one of the plastic plates and chopsticks to scoop up some food.

Everyone gathered around the tv, Taehyung turning off the lights. You snuggled closer to Namjoon as the movie started, Jungkook sitting on the other side of you and tossing a blanket over to cover you both.

He gave Namjoon a wink and a thumbs up as if they were planning something. Namjoon was shy throughout the whole movie, slowly inching his hand to meet yours. Finally, he was able to touch your fingers for a bit, then slowly entwine his hand with yours.

It left you feeling warm and happy inside. By the end of the movie you were comfortably resting your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, and he had an arm around you. You didn’t really think much of it, you and Namjoon were best friends and you assumed he felt the same way about you. Besides, Namjoon had told you he was bisexual and you’d just assumed he had more eyes for guys instead of girls.

You had to amuse a lot of things with him, he seemed too flustered sometimes to tell you how he felt, and when he did he went on for a while. “What time is it?” Hoseok asked, stretching out on the couch with a huge yawn. Jungkook looked a his phone. “It’s almost 1 AM.”

“Oh god, yeah I’m going to bed.” You said, a yawn brought on by Hoseok following after your words. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, throwing the blanket off. “I put your purse in the guest room,” Taehyung said through his own yawn, rubbing his stomach as he sat up from the floor.

“Thanks, night guys.” You gave them a little wave, giving Namjoon a little smile before turning away. You’d stayed in the guest bedroom once before, so it wasn’t hard to find. Your purse was already sitting on the bed.

Yawning once more, you sat on the bed and turned to your purse. Suddenly, your brows lowered as realization hit you. Why did you only have your purse? Where was your bag of clothes you packed? Your heart dropping in your stomach, you tried to think back on the evening to when you last had it.

Damn it. Now you remembered. It was back at your place by the front door. You’d set it down while running back in your room to grab your phone. Looking down at your black skinny jeans and thin t-shirt, you sighed. It wouldn’t be comf to sleep in at all. Plus you didn’t even have your toothbrush with you.

Pouting, you stood up and headed out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Namjoon was there making a cup of tea. “Hey!” He said, smiling. His cute eyes went all squinty when he did so and you couldn’t help but smile back. He had on his little Ryan pjs that looked so soft and sweet on him.

“Why aren’t you in pajamas?” He asked, dunking the tea bag up in down in his cup. “I left my bag at the house like an idiot. I don’t even have my toothbrush or face wash.” You sighed, shaking your head at your own forgetfulness.

“Oh no!” Namjoon let out a cute gasp. “Well . . . if you want, you can wear some of mine. I have another pair of Ryan pajamas in my room.” He said shyly, giving you a little grin. “Oh! Would you? These jeans are so tight and I hate this is all I have to wear.”

“Of course!” Namjoon said hurriedly, setting down his mug so fast a bit of tea sloshed out of the side. He rushed off to his bedroom to find the pajama set. Apparently Jimin and Taehyung had been on the couch the whole time listening in. “Awe, that’s going to be so cute, “Jimin giggled. “You both will be matching!”

You just shrugged, trying to hide your own giddiness of using his clothes. You wondered if they were going to smell as good as he did. When he came back, he had a pair of blue Ryan pjs with little Ryan heads all over it. You smiled at the sight of them. Namjoon was such a cute dork.

“They’ll be really baggy on you, but they’re comfy!” He chuckled, handing them to you. You thanked him more than once before heading off to the guest bedroom to dress in them and get some sleep.

The pajamas were the comfiest you’d ever worn, and what made it ten times better was the fact they smelled like Namjoon. It smelled a bit like a baby shea butter lotion, but you were never quite sure.

Cuddling into the bed, you pulled the collar of the shirt up so you could take in his sent again. You shoulders sagged as you slowly relaxed and began to drift off. You must have fallen asleep pretty fast without realizing it, because when your phone buzzed beside you and you turned over to glance at it, it was half past 2 AM.

Jungkook - 2:32 AM: oh, i forgot to tell you we had spiders in that bed the other night

A shudder ran through your body as a scream threatened to force its way out of your mouth. Bolting from the bed, you ran out of the bedroom, the door swinging behind you. No way in hell were you sleeping in a be that possibly could be carrying spiders.

Namjoon was the first person you could think of in your weary, exhausted state. Clutching your phone, you tiptoed down the hall to find his room. Of course his room was the one with the little Ryan sticker on the front.

Before you could change your mind, you crept in quietly. Namjoon was asleep surrounded by his shrine of Ryan plushies around him. He looked so adorable it almost made you melt and just smile. But, you were still frightened from the whole spider in the bed episode that you just stood frozen in the corner watching Namjoon sleep.

“Namjoon?” You whispered. He shifted slightly and groaned. “Namjoon?” You tried again. He stretched his arms out this time, sitting up slowly and squinting in the dark. “Hey, what's wrong?” He asked with a yawn, rubbing his eyes before looking back at you.

You blushed, feeling stupid for coming in here in the first place. “Um, Jungkook told me there was a spider in my bed and I didn’t want to take any chances.”

Namjoon said nothing for a few seconds, as if trying to understand what you said. “Huh, that’s weird.” He mumbled. “Um, do . . . do you need somewhere else to sleep?” He asked, shifting under the covers.

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Namjoon opened the covers a bit as if inviting you in. “You can stay with me if you want. I get if you’re not comfortable with it. I’ll stay on this side of the bed and give you a lot of room.”

You were over there before he even finished speaking. You were so exhausted and just wanted sleep, so at this point you didn't care who you are sharing a bed with. Eyes already heavy you leaned in Namjoon with a yawn. He seemed surprised at first, then relaxed and wrapped an arm around you.

“Thank you,” You mumbled feeling safe and warm in his arms as you both drifted off to sleep.

Jimin - 7:05 AM: yeah . . . so the spider thing was fake. we just wanted you and namjoon to bond. you’re welcome. ;)

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bangchanshehe · 6 years

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Handsome Disaster pt. 10

Summary: When the school bad boy and womanizer Hoseok turns his attention on you it’s hard to ignore. Especially with your best friends being in a relationship and living five doors down from each other.

Genre: Angst/Smut/Romance

Word Count: 5k

Authors Note: I AM A SINNER!! ***please do not read if you are under the age of 18***

Hoseok and you had a very casual morning together, eating fruit for breakfast and going straight to class. Neither of you were big morning people so the talking and skinship was at a minimum, with only a good morning kiss. There were even more whispers and glances at the two of you then there were the day before and it made you anxious. Yet, you still remained calm and kept your chin up. Class drug on and the same thing happened again after class. Whispers, stares and curious glances at you from boys. Women still felt like they were special enough to try to talk to Hoseok when they thought that you weren’t looking and you were completely over it. Hoseok would usually just send them away pouting and angry at you for being the bitch who stole their “fun”.

After your classes you and Hoseok went home and did some homework together until it reached time for Hoseok and you to start getting ready for his fight. You went into his room and took a shower and got ready while Hoseok worked out, getting himself warmed up for the fight.

You sat all of your clothes out on the bed and contemplated what you wanted to wear while the shower water was running and warming up. You decided to go low key, since you didn’t have too many choices of what to wear. You looked over your outfit of choice: ripped skinny jeans, converse and a tank top that you loved because it showed of your mature beauty, as Sera would say. You smiled looking over it for the last time envisioning how it would look on and then stripped down to take a shower.

You took extra time shaving and making sure that you scrubbed your body clean, so you would smell good and you washed your hair extensively. After not looking so good yesterday you decided that even if you were just going to get dirty again after standing around a bunch of drunk rowdy men that it would be worthwhile to look nice. You got out and put on your favorite lotion that had some shimmer in it and wrapped your hair up in a towel to dry. You heard two knocks on the door and freaked out, assuming that Hoseok was coming into the room. You hid inside the bathroom and closed the door before yelling out for whoever it was to come inside. You couldn’t see who it was but you heard the door open and close.

“Is this what you’re wearing? We’ll be sort of Twinkies” Sera said looking at your clothes

You let out a breath and opened up the bathroom door looking over your best friends clothes. She had on something that was similar to yours but slightly skimpier. You walked over to the bed and began putting on your clothes and drying your hair. Sera put on music and joined you in the bathroom scrolling through her phone while you did your hair and makeup. You curled your hair and brushed it out, giving yourself a bombshell natural wave and went with a sexier subtle make up with a tinted red lip gloss.

“Damn girl, you goin’ all out tonight for your man!” Sera exclaimed when she saw your final look.

You just laughed at her statement and eyed yourself in the mirror before spraying some perfume and coming out of the bedroom. Minhyuk was on the couch and saw the two of you first.

“Woooaaahh!” was all he said as he got up and eyed Sera appreciatively. He approached her and put his hands on her hips as he looked at her petite face and kissed her on the cheek. “You look so good” he told Sera.

Hoseok paid no mind to what was going on, figuring that it was only Sera who was ready and not you. He finished making his protein shake and drank the first few sips before stepping out of the kitchen. Completely unaware of your presence he looked up at your full figure and almost dropped his shake. He put the cup down and looked back at you with a wide smile. He admired you from a far and scanned your entire body making you feel as good as naked in front of him. He couldn’t handle being so far away from you anymore and came up to you wrapping you in a hug and giving you a quick kiss. He ran his fingers over your hair and then over his mouth wiping away the excess lip gloss that he now was wearing. He leaned in real close to you and whispered in your ear.

“You can’t wear that tonight. I love it on you and you looking amazing but… actually just go shower and then let’s go.”

You pulled away from him and looked at him like he was crazy. He thought you looked amazing but he wanted you to change and shower?

“Don’t look at me like that, you look too good.” He said pouting

“Hoseok, I am not changing!” you said softly

“Okay, at least put on a different shirt then.” He said looking straight to your chest. “It doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination babe” he finished.

You rolled your eyes and silently agreed to his request with a nod of your head. You turned to go to the room again and he followed behind you. You made it into the room and Hoseok came up behind you back hugging you with his face tucked into your neck. He pulled your hair out of the way and softly kissed you on the neck, making you giggle.

“Seriously babe, why would you wear something that’s so easy to take off” he said playing with the hem of your shirt.

You could feel the vibration of his chest pressed up against your back and the feel of his fingers playing with the skin that he exposed. You bit down on your lip and you could feel yourself clenching down as you anticipated more from him. Truth be told, you yourself hadn’t had sex for quite some time and you were sure that Hoseok’s lack of sex for the past 72 hours was probably the cause of his playfulness. You could feel yourself getting wet just at the thought of him touching you everywhere else. Let alone the thought of what he could do to you. The capability that he had that made women go insane and fall at his feet.

You spun around in his arms and gave him a long kiss on his lips. He immediately responded and wrapped his hands in your hair, keeping you and your lips right where he wanted them. He let go of you and softly allowed for his hands to wander down your back and slipped his hands inside of your pant pockets, groping your ass. With his hands out of the way you gripped the bottom of your shirt and tossed it over your head and to the floor. Hoseok dropped his jaw as he watched you undress in front of him and he was star struck. For the first time in a long time he felt like he didn’t know what to do. He licked his lips and looked down at your chest. You used his silence against him and asked him a question.

“So what should I wear then oppa?” you said trying to be cute, in the midst of your heated moment

Hoseok looked up to you completely baffled by your question and he stepped away from you. He blinked a few times, looking away as if trying to will the image of your body out of his head. He walked away from you and into his closet and came out with one of his own t-shirts and handed it to you, not making eye contact. You laughed on the inside at your ability to get him so riled up so fast and quickly slipped the shirt on. You walked into the bathroom and looked at the shirt on you. It hung loose everywhere on your body and you were completely comfortable in it. You pulled your hair out from underneath the shirt and admired the way that you looked in his clothes. Hoseok stepped in next to you and smiled at your reflection in the mirror.

“That’s better” he said

You nudged him with your shoulder and he came up behind you and reach up to the shelf above the toilet and grabbed his cologne. You eyed him, confused as to why he would put cologne on if he was about to fight, but gasped when he circled his arms around you and sprayed you.

“Why are you spraying me?” you asked as you swatted away the fragrance

“So that way now people will know that you have a boyfriend since you smell like him” he stated plainly

You rested your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes, as you tried to block out the weird smell combination that both your fragrances created combined together. Hoseok was being cute, but really it would have been much more flattering had it not left you smelling like a grandma. He patted your shoulders and kissed you on the head.

“Come on, we should get going” he said softly

You groaned and followed him out of the bedroom and into the living room where everyone was waiting. By that time a man who you had recognized as the emcee and one of Hoseok’s friends was in the living room too. He looked at the two of you together and raised his eyebrows giving Hoseok curious glances. He stepped forward and bowed slightly to you.

“Hello, my name is Jooheon.”

“Hello, my name is y/n. It’s nice to meet you” you responded and Jooheon kept his gaze on you giving you a bright smile.

“Are we ready to go?” Hoseok asked out loud before grabbing a jacket and heading for the door.

Everyone filed out of the apartment and followed behind him. Hoseok walked in the front with Minhyuk and Sera behind him holding hands and speaking happily to each other, and Jooheon walked next to you.

“So how long have you known Hoseok?” he asked you

“Uh, well since the first day of school, so for about 3 weeks” you answered

“Well I’m glad that he’s making some more friends, he doesn’t get out too much and he needs a life” Jooheon admitted to you

You laughed nonchalantly, starting to feel uncomfortable with Jooheon’s over sharing. It didn’t seem very natural or a simple conversation. It felt like he was trying too hard to connect with you.

“So uh…” he started off rubbing the back of his head “if you want to you can chill out with me during the fight” he offered

“Actually, I was just going to hang out with Sera and Minhyuk, but if you want to join us you can” you said back trying to shift the conversation and hopefully send some friend zoned vibes to him.

“No, no” he said slightly chuckling and gently grabbing your shoulder “I meant like just the two of us”

You very slowly started to pull away from him and tense up your shoulder in attempt to get out of his reach. You gave him a polite smile hoping that he would just drop it.

Sera and Minhyuk however were much less apathetic to Jooheon and stopped walking to turn around and eavesdrop on your conversation. Minhyuk was laughing at Jooheon’s attempt to hit on you and yelled at him.

“Dude, she’s only being polite to you because you’re a friend” he laughed

By now Hoseok had realized that no one was following him and jogged to the rest of the group who were all huddled around in a circle. He stood next to you and Minhyuk and gave everyone a curious glance.

“You’re dead” is all that Minhyuk said before laughing again and continuing to walk to the fight with Sera in tow.

“What’s going on?” Hoseok asked you two

“Nothing you said” smiling and continuing to walk along with Sera and Minhyuk

Hoseok stayed behind and eyed Jooheon who was watching you walk away. Jooheon finally brought his attention back to his friend and wrapped his arm around Hoseok and walked with him like that.

“So what’s her story dude, is she a friend is she just a casual hookup?” he asked Hoseok and nodding in your direction with a smirk on his face

Hoseok looked at his friend in disbelief and laughed a humorless laugh once. “She is off limits” he said to Jooheon as he removed his arm from around his shoulders.

“Aww, hyung. You’ve never not helped me out with a girl before. Come on man!” he pouted and Hoseok laughed again, this time with genuine joy

“Sorry, but I don’t think that my girlfriend is interested in you” he said with a bright smile

Jooheon stopped in his tracks with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide like saucers. He stood for a moment still as a statue and then pointed in your direction. Hoseok just laughed at his dumb naivety and jogged to meet up with you. Jooheon began to follow behind and watched as Hoseok wrapped his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the head, making sure to make eye contact with Jooheon while he did it.

The venue was packed much like it was the first night and you stayed glued to your friends side during the entire event. Jooheon went on stage to introduce the fighters and gave almost the exact same speech as the last time. But this time you were actually able to watch Hoseok fight, and it was terrifying. The amount of power and skill that Hoseok possessed was something that should be in a cage fighting professionally. It made you quiver to think that your boyfriend who was actually a romantic and a low key nerd was this aggressive. The look on his face when he fought and the lack of competition was probably what was the scariest of it all. He was completely emotionless and fought his component like he were baking a cake. And soon, like a minute into the fight soon, Hoseok had won by delivering a final blow and KO’ing the poor boy who was supposed to fight him.

The crowd went wild and Hoseok quickly stepped off of the stage and disappeared into a backstage area. You and the others stood around and waited for five minutes until Hoseok came out and all of you went home. It was weird how quickly everything was over. You expected that Hoseok would stick around and drink and meet people, but you weren’t even in the building for 15 minutes. It blew your mind how detached Hoseok was from something he was so good at. And you figured that with his playboy background he would stick around to see some of his “biggest fans” who surely waited for him.

You all went home and Jooheon parted ways from the group with a giant grin and a quick apology to you for misunderstanding your relationship with Hoseok. You nodded to him and waved your hand to him dismissing his apology, since you know that he was unaware. All of you said goodbye to him before going inside.

“So how much did you win tonight?” Minhyuk asked at you were clueless as to what he meant.

Hoseok pulled out an envelope from his shorts waistband and opened it to reveal that it was full of money. You gasped at what was happening and looked at the money wide eyed.

“You win money for the fights?” you asked and Hoseok looked up at you and gave you a smile as confirmation

He pulled the bills out and counted them. He put all of the money in a pile and took it to his room where he put it away in a safe with lots of other money. He came back out with a smile on his face and finally answered the question everyone was waiting for him to answer.

“It’s about 3 million” he answered and you and Sera both gasped at the ungodly number

Minhyuk just chuckled at our reactions and pulled Sera to him by the hip. “Come on lets go to sleep, I’m tired” he pouted and the two of them were off for the night.

Hoseok noticing their departure also went into the bedroom to go to sleep as well. You followed him and continued to ask him more questions.

“Do you always win that much money?” you asked “How much do you have saved up? No, don’t answer that question I don’t even want to know, I’d be jealous.”

Hoseok didn’t answer your questions but just smiled at your curiosity.

“I’m going to go take a shower” he said ripping off his shirt giving you a preview of his chiseled back.

While he was in the shower you took your makeup off with a wipe and brushed your hair out before putting on some comfortable shorts and slipping into bed, keeping on Hoseok’s comfortable t-shirt. Hoseok wasted no time in the shower and was out in only five minutes. He came out with only a pair of sweats on and he towel dried his hair before tossing his towel away and climbing into bed with you.

“I don’t want to be bothersome, but would you mind rubbing my shoulder again?” he asked sinserely

“Of course” you said getting into a sitting position.

Hoseok smiled and pulled the cover back to move. You assumed that he was getting up to grab the lotion that you used the other night, but instead he scooted in closer to you. He was laying across your legs with his head in your lap and an arm wrapped around your waist.

At first you were startled by the close proximity but quickly snapped out of it and began to rub his shoulder. He tensed and relaxed against you as you worked out any kinks and sore muscles that he had and after a few minutes he sat up on his knees and kissed you quickly on the lips.

“Thank you” was all that he said

“You’re welcome” you replied as you brushed some of his wet hair out of this eyes.

Hoseok watched your face as you fixed his hair and the feeling of your nails slightly grazing against his scalp felt like heaven. He leaned into you allowing for you to do what you wanted to his hair and you laughed at his cute way of asking for more. But instead of running your hands through his hair you leaned forward and kissed his shoulder.

Hoseok looked down at you as you touched your smooth lips to his naked flesh and he craved more of the feeling. More of you touching him, more of your lips gracing his skin and more of your love that made his heart beat so heavily. You looked up to Hoseok from the corner of your eye and began to lean in to give him a kiss, but he met you half way. He held your head firmly in place as he softly pressed his lips to yours, hoping that you could feel the love that he had for you through the single act. But when he was about to pull away from you, you continued to kiss back but hungrier and firmer. He wanted to pull away from you and let you sleep and both get the rest that you deserved but his physical cravings for you outweighed what his brain was telling him.

You reach out and held him by the head similar to how he held yours but you were rougher with him and you ran your nails softly against his scalp. You opened your mouth to catch your breath and Hoseok used it against you seizing the opportunity to lightly tease you with his tongue. You whimpered at the feeling of his wet muscle and Hoseok froze for a moment as he mentally recorded the sound of you. He pulled away from you and caught his breath for a moment and began to hesitate to continue any further. He knew that if things were going to continue that there would be no turning back for him.

You sat there panting and yearning for more feeling yourself soak through your panties and your shorts at just the minimum contact that you had with him. You were needy and had no intentions of going to sleep again horny next to your sex god of a boyfriend. You allowed yourself and Hoseok to catch your breath before you rose up to your hands and knees and gave Hoseok small kisses from his other shoulder down to his pecs and back up again to his neck. Hoseok let his head fall back and closed his eyes at the feeling of you kissing him all over, except the one place where he wanted you the most.

You kissed his neck on both sides and moved up to his jaw line, he cheeks and back to his lips where you kissed him once before you allowed your hands to roam across his broad chest. You felt the rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest, displaying his dissolving ability to keep control. You let your hands fall and rise across his stomach and felt the twitch of each ab. His dewy, smooth skin felt like a heavenly raw silk beneath your fingers. You leaned in closer to his stomach a licked a flat stripe across his abs, making Hoseok squirm beneath you in the process. He grunted and sighed and left a hand to rest on your head and slowly stroke your hair while you tasted every inch of his exposed skin. You sat upright and looked him straight in the eye, before pushing him in effort to make him lay flat on his back. He gladly obliged you and laid down how you wanted, waiting for you to return to him. You crawled across his body and began to lap your tongue across his displayed skin and you used your hands to scratch their way down his torso from the top of his pecs to the draw string of his sweat pants.

You eyed him from below him and slowly pulled his pants down from his waist. He lifted his hips to help you remove his clothes and he kicked them off when they were low enough on his legs. You were surprised when they came off and you noticed that Hoseok hadn’t been wearing underwear. His cock sprang free and landed upright on his stomach close to his belly button and you gasped at his length. You laid down on your stomach in a comfortable position and began to kitten lick his impressive length. He let out a strangled growl once he finally felt your tongue lap across the head of his dick and he swallowed back the desire to take control of the situation. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets in attempt to make himself refrain from pushing himself into your mouth and roughly fucking your face.

You grabbed his whole length and pumped him a few times before wrapping your mouth around him and sucking your cheeks in, hollowing out your mouth. You slowly began to bod your head down on his hard and thick cock, taking only what you could handle before choking. Hoseok began to buck his hips against the feeling of your warm tight mouth wrapped around him. You hummed with him in your mouth making him groan from the vibration and bobbed your head faster, giving him what he wanted. Hoseok placed his hands on top of your head and held your hair out of the way while he watched you swallow every inch that you could take.

“Please tell me that this isn’t your first time.” He half asked as he pulled you off of him and ripped his shirt over your body along with your shorts.

You shook your head no while he undressed you. He popped off your bra and groped and licked each of your nipples before he moved down your stomach leaving hot trails of his saliva. He firmly held onto the hem of your panties and pulled them off of you in one fluid movement. He threw them across the room in the same direction as your shirt and shorts and spread your legs. The movement itself caused your wetness to make sticky noises and Hoseok smiled wickedly at you when he saw just how wet you were with his own eyes.

“Good, because I don’t feel like I can be soft tonight baby” he admitted

“Good, because I don’t want soft” you said challenging him

He smirked at your before bending over you and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He swallowed your juices and smiled at you while licking his lips. He latched onto your clit as he pushed a single finger inside of you, prepping you to take his width. You twitched and grinded down on his mouth and finger, begging for more friction. He pumped his fingers inside of you and then added another finger. He curled them at the knuckle, pushing them up into you and making sure to hit your g spot.

You couldn’t take anymore, and your body exploded on the inside. You shook and seized above him as your orgasm hit you and you opened your mouth wide and your eyed snapped shut. The orgasm took everything from your body, your sight, your voice and the ability to keep control.

Hoseok sat up on his knees and folded your legs back, pushing them into your chest. Your pussy was spread and raised up to meet him. He licked your juices away once more before he scooted closer to you and grabbed his shaft, ready to fuck you for all you had. He pumped his cock once before aligning it with your entrance and pushing himself in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. You gasped and mummed as you felt more and more of him enter you and rub against your walls. He slid himself all the way inside of you and stilled there with himself filling you to the hilt.

He leaned all the way forward with his dick still firmly pressed inside of you and kissed you on the lips. You grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him back passionately. The two of you stayed there for a moment before Hoseok began to move his hips and rock himself in and out of you. You moaned at the movement and the stretch of Hoseok inside of you, and Hoseok kissed and silenced all of your sounds of pleasure with his kisses.

“You feel so fucking good Angel.” He whispered to you making you moan

He raised up on his knees and grabbed your hips, holding them in place so he could snap into you harder as he fucked you. He snapped into you at a relentless pace, speeding you up to a second orgasm and you started to shake beneath him. He pulled out of you knowing that you were going to orgasm and laid down on his back, wanting you to ride him. You released your legs and crawled over to him straddling his waist and putting your feet on either side of him. You leaned forward and rested your hands on his chest for balance as you raised your soaking pussy up and allowed him to realign in you before you sunk back down on him. You mewled and moaned at the new pressure from sitting on him and began to use your knees to bounce on top of him.

“Oh Fuck” Hoseok let out a strangled yell.

You could see the veins popping out from his neck as he threw his head back and you began to move even faster on top of him. He continued to let out strangled moans and sighs while you rode him. He snapped his head up again and grabbed both sides of your hips pushing you down harder on him as he watched himself disappear and pull out of you.

“You’re so tight….” He panted “You fit so perfectly around me Angel”

He began to lose his control again and started to snap up into you meeting you every time that you crashed down on you. You gasped at the feel of your orgasm building up once more and grabbed Hoseok’s hands, bracing yourself. You could feel him reaching his end soon too as his thrusts inside of you were getting sloppier and more sporadic.

“Say my name Angel” he commanded

“Hoseok!” you yelled out not caring if the others heard the two of you.

Hoseok chuckled as he watched you continue to fuck yourself on top of him. He released on of his hands and rested in on the side of your face.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he asked again with a growl and a stutter in his hips

“You…” you moaned out “It belongs to you Hoseok” you said through labored breaths

Your orgasm spread through your body and you went still on top of Hoseok, paralyzed by your pleasure. Hoseok grabbed your ass and made you continue to bounce on grind down on top of him. He groaned out and grunted as he came inside of you slowly pumping himself into you and pushing him cum further inside of you.

You collapsed on top of him and shut your eyes as you tried your best to catch your breath. You continued to twitch with Hoseok still inside of you twitching as well. Hoseok relaxed his body and wrapped his comforter across the two of you before he wrapped his arms around your body. He caressed your hair as you laid down on top of him and kissed the top of your head.

“You’re so fucking perfect Angel”

You heard him say before you fell asleep with him flaccid and still inside of you.

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fears--all-the-way-down · 3 years

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“Well don’t be a piece of shit.” her head cocked to the side, supporting the phone between her shoulder and ear as she pulled a couple bills out of her back pocket and passed it along to the vendor while picking up the pear. she’d been on the phone since she got out of her car. Calling him on her drives was a sheer habit. The vendor offered her change and she pulled the phone away from her ear, thanking him and bidding him a nice day. Ocean blues scanned the outdoor market until she spotted company, “found your mom.” making her way over to the two women she listened to him get ready to get off, hearing his words, and she kissed into the phone without a final greeting as she clicked the end button. An ambitious smile that she’s wasn’t 100% sure of engulfing her features. “Hi baby” Claudia greeted the second she spotted her, arms outstretched in a way that no one else had been able to do. The smile turned genuine then, she let the older woman pull her into a warm motherly hug and she relaxed into her arms, “was that my son on the phone? I was wondering where he was this morning.” as she pulled back finally, she felt Claudia’s eyes looking her over, taking her in and observing. She’d always worried. It wasn’t something that Max had ever been used to. Claudia Henderson saw right through her. Max knew all of the places her eyes lingered. The familiar palm of the handprint tattoo that stuck out just enough from her shorts when she stood still. She could still remember the flush that came to her cheeks at 18 when his mom had first asked what she’d done. Those eyes growing wide when she realized. She lingered on the roots of the cherry tree tattoo that peeked out above the flannel tied around her waist, the woman had no idea there was a fall leaf spread on her left side now too. Eyes linger on the left side of her collarbone which was stuck by a fist and broken in two when she was just seventeen. Right up to the double piercing in her nose. She used to be uncomfortable that Claudia knew her whole story. Now? She couldn’t imagine it differently. “Of course it was your son. He has a business meeting with another developer this morning and needed someone to tell him he doesn’t suck ...that’s my job.” there was a small cough of displeasure that came from the smaller brunette just feet away. Max quirked a brow at her for a second, not understanding why Dustin’s… fiance… always seemed so uptight about the words she said. All she’d ever tried was to be friends with the other woman. “How was your flight?” “When was the last time you actually had a decent meal?” They both stood there wordlessly staring at one another for a moment. That called out feeling didn’t come, instead Max did her best to remember when the last time she’d bothered to actually cook was. With the gallery opening and Dustin’s news she hadn’t been very inclined to actually make a solid meal. Protein shakes and cheetos had been the height of her consumption. Pulling herself out of the conversation she took a couple of steps forward, eyes stuck on a vendor with CBD body lotion. “Max, you and I… dinner tonight. I’ll make a reservation at the Harborside.” the whine that came out was playful, yet she didn’t quite miss the roll of Amy’s eye. “Fine” and for a moment she was again that junior in high school who’d been requested into the living room for a “quick chat”. There was another moment of Amy’s centering sigh, pulling Max back into the real reason as to why Claudia was there. “So your son has decided to tie the knot.” the shorter girl’s features seemed to brighten again once the attention was turned back to her and Max did her best to not choke on her own words suddenly, “actually, on that note…” for a half a second Max almost hoped Amy was going to say she’d changed her mind. There was no such luck there of course, “I know it’s early and we don’t even have a date set yet. But I was wondering if you two weren’t busy we could go look at dresses? I just want it to really feel like all of this is ...real.” Great. She felt Claudia’s arm wrap around her shoulders and give her a reassuring squeeze. That Mom intuition was never a lie. She’d learned that one ages ago. Browsing the items in front of her, she pulled at the different lotions, sniffing the lavender and cinnamon and leaving behind any rose or vanilla. The woman in front of explained out her business as Amy continued to speak and Max drifted in and out of conversation. Pills. Right. She’d forgotten to take her pills in her dash out of the house after mildly oversleeping and spending too much time in the shower. She was far better at that than she should have been. A hand reached out to pull her debit card from her pocket when a face suddenly popped in between herself and Claudia with a debit card clenched between proud white teeth. She’d know the side of the patchy beard and not too clean shaven face anywhere. Yet, the blonde in front of her produced the slightest of giggles and green eyes sparkled and she lifted a ringed hand to pull the card from his mouth and charge it for the purchase. He never did see the way that girls looked at him now. “Hi sunshine” he doted, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose and a cup into her hand. “You dick. What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting?” she leaned against him, lips pressed to his cheekbone for a brief second before pulling the chai to her lips. “And I figured you could use a drink. Since your shower this morning took forever.” she’d promised she’d call him right afterwards and it had been almost 45 minutes later by the time she actually had. As he turned to embrace his mom she ducked back to the table where the girl behind the counter was tying a ribbon around the handle of her bag, “please don’t take this the wrong way, but your boyfriend is gorgeous. The two of you are goals.” she hated how people talked sometimes. But in this case it made a flutter of a smile appear. These were the games that the pair had always loved, “you think he’s cute now, you should see him when he’s up with the baby in the middle of the night.” the girl’s ovaries practically exploded inside of her eyes. What Max hadn’t realized was that Dustin had walked back over and caught her every word, “and this ladies, is how we ended up with irish twins in the first place. You told me you’re capping me off at three, I never said I wanted them all in a row.” she played into it, turning to him with the bag on her wrist she pressed her hand to the side of his face. There hadn’t been a recent moment when she’d been more tempted to seal their conversation with a kiss like old times, but she restrained herself. He had a fiance after all.

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hes-a-rainbow · 7 years

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Absolutely And Completely

So I’ve just been having major Dad!Harry feels lately and came up with this little fluff piece.

Literally nobody asked for this

Warnings: Sickeningly cute Dad!Harry fluff

It was the sound of giggles and the patter of tiny feet that woke you up that morning.

The floor length window in the bedroom showed you an amazing view of the ocean just outside; it was a sight you could get used to seeing every morning. You flung your arm around to reach out for your significant other, he was another sight you would never get tired of looking at in the morning. Or any time of day. The bed was empty and the sheets were cold but the louder, much heavier footsteps that followed the tiny ones indicated that Harry had woken up early and was playing with your daughter.

She was almost two years old and was completely the love of your life. You always thought you could never love somebody as much as you loved Harry but the first time you held her in your arms, your entire life changed. She was only seconds old but you could tell she had your nose and Harry’s green eyes. She was the perfect combination of the two of you and you would spend the rest of your life loving her with everything you had.

You and Harry had barely had time to vacation during her first year of life. Taking care of a newborn was difficult but Harry was always by your side helping you through every moment he could. Given that your daughter was a surprise, Harry was still touring by the time she came around but he always made sure someone was at your house helping you; usually Anne. By the time Harry was down with his tour, your baby girl was nearly a year old. It was hard, but you traveled as much as you could with Harry and your daughter so he wouldn’t miss any important milestones. She became a sort of mascot for the tour. All of Harry’s band mates and people who worked with him absolutely adored her. When you took her to his shows, you watched, or rather listened, from the green room. You didn’t want her hearing to to be destroyed by the screams for her father but you knew Harry wanted her close by.

She usually just slept the whole time. Just like her father, she could sleep nearly anywhere no matter how loud it was.

This entire vacation had taken you by surprise. Harry finally had a few weeks off and decided to rent a beach house on a secluded beach in Jamaica. It would be the first real vacation with as a family.

You decided to lay in bed just a little bit longer. Watching the waves crashing against the sand from your spot in bed. You were tired, your flight had come in late last night and the last thing you remember was stripping off your clothes and instantly succumbing to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You heard the bedroom door creak open. Sitting up, you saw Harry holding a plate in one hand and your daughter in the other.

“Good morning, sweetheart. We decided to get up early and make you some brekkie.”

Your daughter clapped her hands together and let out a loud giggle.

“Mama!” She screeched. She reached out for you in Harry’s arms, to which you obliged by setting her in your lap.

Harry sat down by your legs, handing you the plate and a fork.

“Mama, look!” Your little girl handed you a piece of toast from the plate, directing it straight towards your mouth.

“Did you make help daddy make this, love?”

“Yeah!” Her smile was huge, giving you a sight of her still very tiny teeth.

“It was amazing. She buttered the toast all by herself.” Harry commented proudly as he reached up to swipe your daughters chin.

“Wow! All by yourself?”

“Yea!” Your daughter blushed as she shied away in your chest, trying to wrap her arms around you as much as she could.

“We’ve got quite a big girl on our hands, don't we?” You looked over at Harry who was absolutely beaming at the sight of you two.

“I know, it’s killing me. Stop growing up so fast, monkey.” Harry reached his hand out to give your daughters’ tummy a little tickle. She screamed out in glee before getting up and crawling over to him, landing in his lap with a hard plop.

“Oof, easy now, love. Don’t you want brothers and sisters?”

“Yes!” She shouted out while reaching up to touch the stubble that had grown on Harry's face.

After breakfast was done, you all put on your bathing suits and grabbed some towels before heading out to the private beach that was quite literally in the backyard.

You were applying sunscreen on your daughter while Harry, being the overprotective father he is, set up an umbrella for her to sit under.

Your daughter sat playing with a plastic bucket in the sand while you rubbed sunscreen on her shoulders.

“Alright, loves. Come sit under here. Don’t want you gettin all crispy.” You picked up your daughter and walked her over to under the umbrella where she immediately started playing with the sand again. You placed one of the chairs right next to her, except your spot was in the sun, and laid back with a deep sigh.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, only heard the waves around you and the sound of your daughter next to you. You peeked one eye open when you realized you hadn't heard from Harry in a while. You saw him down by the water, splashing up water on his legs.

You smiled, remembering how lucky you were to be in love with such an amazing guy and having made such an amazing daughter.

He turned around, meeting your eyes before giving you a big smile and jogging up to where you sat.

He leaned over your chair, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Hi.” He whispered once he had pulled away.

“Hi.” You responded, giggling.

“You look beautiful today.” He muttered against your lips as he went in for another kiss.

“So do you.” You sheepishly responded.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” Ever since Harry had become a father, he had been extremely protective of both you and your daughter.

“Not yet.”

“Unacceptable! Up, up!” He pulled you up by your arms, causing you to stand.

He leaned down to grab the sunscreen that you had just put on your daughter and proceeded to place a glob of the lotion into his hands.

You spread out yours arms as he thoroughly rubbed your body down. You were surprised at how un-cheeky he was being, but the thought came too fast when he all but pulled down your bathing suit bottoms to apply sunscreen to your ass.

“Harry!” You turned around giving him a playful slap on the chest while pulling up your bottoms.

“Wha’? Your bathing suit can move around and I just want to make sure your fully protected.” He had sunglasses on but you knew if he didn't you would be able to see that certain glint in his eyes you knew all too well.

“You’re ridiculous.” You stood on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose.

Everyone told you that the “honeymoon” phase of your relationship would soon end. But four years later and a daughter later, you were still as in love with each other as ever.

“Now turn around so I can do your front.”

“No way. Absolutely not.” You reached for the sunscreen in his hand and starting applying it yourself.

“Ah, you’re no fun. S’not like anyone's gonna see.” He gestured his arms out. The house he had rented was on a privately owned beach that went on for miles, not to mention the fact that none of his fans knew where he was at the moment. But you were always cautious. Especially when it came down to pictures of your daughter. You hated how much people wanted a photo of her. She was only a child.

“Later.” You replied over your shoulder with a wink.

“Daddy?” Your daughter questioned from underneath her personal umbrella.

“Yes, love?” Harry replied from his spot next to you. You were currently reading a book while Harry sat next to you soaking up the sun.

“Can we go in the water?”

“Of course, but we have to put your swimmies on.”

“Mommy, are you coming too?”

“Of course, baby girl.” You placed your book down and picked your daughter up to sit on your lap.

You both watched as Harry blew up your daughters swimmies. Every now and then his face would get really red and he would pretend he was going to faint, something your daughter thought was absolutely hilarious.

Once your daughter had her swimmies on she took a hold of each one of your hands as you all walked into the ocean. She squealed when the water first touched her toes, looking up at you and squeezing your hand extra tight.

“Don’t let go.” She looked over at Harry and then back at you.

“Never will.” You and Harry both responded at the same time before meeting each others eyes and sharing a smile.

“C’mon.” Your daughter all but dragged you deeper into the water. She was fearless even at such a young age.

Once you were waist deep, with your daughter now clinging to Harry’s neck, you dunked your head under the water. Your daughter tried to reenact you but the swimmies on her arms made it a bit difficult. You laughed at the tiny curls that fell on her face when she emerged from the water. Harry swiped his hand over her face, wiping away the hair from her eyes.

“Mommy, I want to swim to you.” She announced.

“Okay, bug.” You took a step back, knowing that she couldn't swim very far yet.

She never realized, but every time she swam Harry was always right behind her with his hands in the water, ready to catch her at a moment's notice. It was little things like this that caused you to fall in love with Harry over and over.

WHen she finally swam up to you, you picked her up, lifting her out of the water while you and Harry cheered.

“Daddy, did you see that?”

“I did, bug. It was amazing!” Harry praised her.

She blushed under all the attention but not before letting out a giant yawn. You had been out for a few hours and it was nearly lunchtime and you knew that if you didn't put her down for a nap soon, a tantrum would surely be coming your way.

You left your chair and umbrellas down at the beach. You, Harry, and your daughter all walked hand in hand up the boardwalk and back to the house where Harry made you all sandwiches. It wasn't too long after wards when your daughter was falling asleep in your arms as you carried her to the bedroom. When you walked back out into the kitchen, Harry was cleaning up.

“She asleep?” He questioned while he wiped down the counter.

“Yeah, sun really wears her out.”

You heard him chuckle as you walked over to the windows to look out at the water.

“It’s beautiful, innit?” Harry wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaning over to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“I love you. And I love our daughter so much. And I love you even more for giving her to me.” He placed a kiss on your neck before pulling away. You sighed, wanting to feel him again. When you turned around he was on one knee with a very nervous expression on his face.

You gasped, pressing your hand against your mouth and already feeling the tears prickle at your eyes.

“Love, I wanted this to be more romantic but I honestly can’t wait any longer.” He took hold of both of your hands and continued, “You are everything to me. You have given me something I never knew I needed; our daughter. And I will try everyday, for the rest of my life to try to repay you for giving me the greatest gift of all. I am so absolutely and completely in love with you, it's almost embarrassing.”

You felt like your whole body was shaking. You tried to hold in your tears and remember every detail of this moment but your emotions overwhelmed you.

“Now I want to ask you something that I’ve wanted since the day I met you...Will you, please, do me the honor of being my wife?”

He pulled out a ring box from his swim trunks. You had no idea when he had gotten that or how long he had been carrying it around for.

When he opened the box, your heart swelled. It was a gorgeous princess cut ring. It wasn't extravagant, you two were always very simple, but the thing that caused you to cry even more was the color of the stone it held. It was your daughter's birthstone.

“Please say something. My knees starting to hurt.” He let out a chuckle but you saw a tear slip from his eye. You grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him up.

“Yes. Yes, of course. A million times yes.” You let out another cry as your mouth met his.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He kept repeating as he pulled away and placed kisses all over your face.

He pulled away, only to take the ring out and slip it onto your finger. It was a perfect fit, which you knew it would be.

“Are you crying because it's hideous?” He held your hand in both of his, swiping his thumb over the back in an attempt to calm you down.

You let out an ugly laugh, followed by sniffles.

“It's beautiful. I love it. And I love you.”

“And you see the surrounding diamonds here?” He pointed to the diamonds that surrounded the ring.

“The jeweler said we could add more colors if we want. And I thought that would be great for when we, um, if you wanted to, have more kids or something.”

You knew Harry wanted more kids. He would make comments every now and then but would then get suddenly very shy about asking.

“Of course, yeah. We can do that. I love you, H.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. You had done it a million times before, but you swore you would never get tired of kissing his lips; they just fit so perfectly with yours.

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montgomeryhelen95 · 4 years

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Cat Urine Red

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Cat Urine Toxic

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xswestallen · 7 years

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Well, her name is Supergirl

Summary: When they visit Earth-38, Iris is worried Barry might have a crush on Kara, but realizes that she might be the one with a crush on Kara. Is there anyone Kara has a crush on?

A/N: Inspired by my own crush on Melissa Benoist's portrayal of Kara. I see where the SuperFlash shippers are coming from, so I put a bit of that in here. But, Westallen and SuperCorp are my ships.

Team Flash was currently on Earth-38 to help Kara stop another alien threat from destroying National City. Once Supergirl, The Flash, Kid Flash, and The Vibe saved the day, they went back to the D.E.O.

“I want to thank you guys again for coming across the multiverse to help me.” Kara told them.

“Anytime.” Barry assured her with a smile.

“Do you want to come back to my place for dinner? It’s a shame we only get to hang out when an alien race is trying to destroy one of our Earth’s.”

“Yeah. I’m always happy to see you. It’s also a shame how often aliens try to destroy one of our Earth's though.”

Barry and Kara both laughed. Kara’s laugh was playful and infectious. Iris was too busy admiring it to feel jealous of how cute it was. Or how Kara’s long, golden hair with it’s gentle curl swayed but still managed to frame her face perfectly. It was amazing how Kara could go from badass, crime fighting, bulletproof, stronger than a locomotive, Supergirl in a cliche cape, to a bubbly, adorkable, girl next door.

“Sorry, Kara.” Wally said. “I’d love to stay but I have a final tomorrow that I should be studying for. I don’t think my professor is going to buy the ‘I had to go to a parallel universe and help Supergirl’ excuse.”

Iris was disappointed they had to leave so soon, and from the looks of it, Barry and Kara were too.

“I can head back with Wally and then vibe back over to pick up Barry and Iris after dinner.” Cisco offered.

“That’d be great!” Iris and Kara said at the same time. They made eye contact and Iris felt her heart beat a little bit faster.

“Thanks, Cisco.” Barry said.

“I guess I’m an inter-demential soccer mom. Vibing around and picking up her kids.” Cisco said as he opened up a breach.

“So what’s for dinner on Earth-1 tonight, mom?” Wally joked.

“Hey mister, I will turn this breach around.”

Cisco and Wally went through the breach, leaving Barry, Iris, and Kara. Barry had already changed out of his suit but Kara was still wearing hers. Iris was lingering a little too long on the gap between Kara’s skirt and thigh high boot.

“Race you to my apartment?” Kara asked with raised eyebrows and finger guns pointed at Barry.

“You’re on, Girl of Steel.” Barry put his arms around Iris and carried her with him at super speed across National City.

Iris and Barry arrived outside the apartment building first. Kara was not far behind (a little out of breath though).

“You’ve gotten faster.” Kara said as she lead them inside.

“A few months in the speedforce will do that.” Barry squeezed Iris’s hand as he said it. It was still difficult to think about those months they were separated. Iris returned the pressure.

“Speedforce?” Kara tilted her head, confused.

“We couldn’t really explain it if we tried.” Iris said.

They walked into Kara’s apartment and Iris took a look around. “I love your style, Kara.”

“Thanks!” Kara said as she chopped up some peppers on the counter. “I can help you with dinner.” Barry said.

Iris spotted an easel and some paintings of scenery. Ok, so Kara has super powers, is a great singer, AND she can paint too! Iris was impressed. When she turned to ask Kara about the paintings, she noticed that Barry had already prepared dinner.

“Wow.” Kara was staring open-mouthed at the three course meal in front of her.

“Barry is an excellent cook.” Iris told her.

Dinner was delicious, just as Iris exected. Kara’s stories about Krypton, Superman, differences between this Earth and one Barry and Iris lived on, and villains she’d fought were gripping.

“So wait, this guy just appears out of thin air and suddenly your in a wedding dress? And he says he’s going to marry you?” Iris asked when Kara began telling them the story of Myxlplyx.

“Yeah, it did not sit well with my boyfriend at the time.” Kara side with wide eyes.

“At the time?” Barry questioned.

“Mon-el and I……. aren’t together anymore” Kara didn’t look as troubled by this as Iris thought she would’ve been. Iris remembered Mon-el’s concern for Kara the Music Meister put her in a coma and how his kiss saved Kara. “It’s fine though. I’ve kind of met somebody else.”

“That’s good. So, this Myxlplyx guy, How did you stop him?” Iris asked.

“How did you say his name forwards, let alone backwards?” Barry asked.

They were all laughing when somebody knocked on the door. Kara got up to answer it and looked pleasantly surprised once she saw who it was. A tall, somewhat intimidating looking woman with dark red lipstick was smiling at Kara.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” the woman said.

Kara seemed a little nervous. “Not at all. I mean, Barry and Iris my friends from…. Um camp. Summer camp are here and we’re having dinner. Why don’t you join us?”

The woman looked amused and said “Thanks, I’d love to.”

“This is Lena Luthor.” Kara beamed as she said the name.

Lena was also interesting to talk to. Apparently, she was the billionaire CEO of a huge company called, L-Corp. It was obvious to Iris there was something going on between Lena and Kara. They kept stealing glances at one another but quickly looking away if they were noticed.

“Lena also helps Supergirl.” Kara informed them.

“We’re so lucky to have a hero like her in our city.” Lena was looking at Kara, who was absentmindedly eating some of her salad. “She’s an incredible woman.”

Kara blushed but attempted to hide it. Iris and Barry exchanged knowing looks.

“Maybe one day she’ll tell me her real name.” Lena sighed.

The room went awkwardly silent. Kara looked like she was in deep contemplation. Iris stuffed a large bite of food in her mouth to avoid having to say anything.

“How did you meet Kara?” Barry asked.

“Oh, it’s kind of a long story.” Kara said, looking relieved at the change of subject. “The important thing is that we’re friends now. Best friends.”

“I’ve never had a friend like Kara before.” Lena said, lovingly. Iris didn’t know why, but she was now feeling a little jealous of Lena. Kara and Lena seemed to momentarily forget two other people were in the room as they admired each other.

Iris intentionally, and loudly, dropped her fork on her plate. The sound brought two doe eyed girls back down to Earth. Kara was blushing again. Lena looked perturbed by the interruption.

“So,” Lena said looking at Barry and Iris. “How did you two meet?”

“We were best friends.” Barry told her, smiling at Iris.

His use of “best friend” did not go unnoticed by Lena or Kara. The former gave vindicated look at Kara, who was playing with her peas and not looking anyone in the eye.

The rest of the night wasn’t as awkward. Kara talked about her time working at CatCo and asked Iris lots questions about working for CCPN. Iris found out they share a favorite movie, The Wizard of Oz. For a minute Iris indulged a fantasy where Kara wasn’t an alien and instead had an Earth-1 doppelgänger who Iris could hang out with everyday.

When Cisco texted Barry to let him know he was back on Earth-38 and ready to take them home, Iris was tempted to ask the inter-demential soccer mom for five more minutes. Iris hoped she’d get to see Kara again soon. Was it wrong to wish for another evil alien attack so that she could admire Kara’s lagoon blue eyes and perfect cheekbones for a while?

Back in their loft, Barry and Iris were preparing for bed. Iris was sitting on the end of their bed, applying lotion to her legs. She caught Barry ogling her as he brushed his teeth.

“Baby,” Iris’s words pulled Barry out of his trance. “you got toothpaste on your shirt.”

Barry wiped the combination of toothpaste and drool off his chin and shirt. Iris got under the covers and was soon joined by Barry. When he put his big arms around her, breathed in her scent, and looked deep into her eyes, Iris felt overwhelmed with happiness.

“I love you so much.” she told him.

Barry’s eyes lit up. Iris knew that even after all the time they’ve spent together as a couple, Barry still questioned if it was real life or a fantasy when she told him she loved him. Iris ran her fingers through his already messy, chestnut hair. He closed his eyes and melted into her.

“I love you, Iris.” he whispered on the brink of sleep.

“Barry,” Iris said. Barry opened one eye. “Do you have a crush on Kara?”

Iris felt guilty for asking the moment she saw the shame on Barry’s face. Iris didn’t know why she was asking it. It didn’t upset her. Iris wasn’t the jealous type. She understood that it’s normal for people in happy, loving relationships to still develop small crushes. Iris loved Barry more than anyone and couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but she could still appreciate how hot Oliver Queen looked shooting those arrows. Plus, Kara was awesome. If Barry had a crush on Kara, that was ok with Iris. She felt secure in their relationship and knew that it would never be more than just a crush. Iris knew she should just enjoy this sweet moment with the love of her life.

“Iris, I have been in love with you since elementary school. You were my first love, and the only girl I’ve ever loved. I would never want-”

“I know.” she put a hand on his chest trying to comfort him. “I’m not mad. It’s ok. I just saw how you two have this connection.”

“No. We’re just friends. Kara’s great but I don’t want to be with her. I want fight aliens or metahumans with her, high five, maybe get something to eat, and then come home to you. I’ve never had a crush on her.”

“But how could you not fall for Kara?” Iris was dumbfounded. “She’s beautiful, smart, nice, strong, charming, a totally cute nerd like you, funny in this really sweet way, and her hair always looks flawless, even if she’s been flying threw the city! And did you see the way she laughs? I know it’s kind of corny but I swear that laugh is musical. I’ve been dying to hear her sing ever since you told me about her rendition of Moon River.”

Iris was staring off into space, imaging Kara. When she looked back to Barry, he was watching her with raised eyebrow.

“I’m rambling, sorry. Is that what I look like when you start rambling about science stuff?”

“Yeah, you always give me the raised eyebrows.” Barry laughed. “It’s nice that you’re such a big Supergirl fan. The last time I heard you going on and on about a hero was when you were writing about The Streak.”

Iris was about to call him a lair, say how this was completely different than her fascination with Barry’s alter ego. But she bit her lip, knowing he was right.

“It sounds like you’re the one with the crush on Kara.” Barry said.

Once again, Iris was ready to deny it. But the more she thought about it the clearer it became: Iris had a crush on Kara/Supergirl.

“Just a tiny, little one….” Iris said in a small voice.

Barry laughed. “Great, first Oliver Queen and now Kara too. I better now introduce you to anymore of my super friends.”

“Barry, you know there is nobody on any Earth I love more than you.”

“Yeah.” he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“So hypothetical, if we didn’t live on different version of Earth, do you think I’d have a shot with Kara?”

“I don’t know,” Barry laughed “Lena is some stiff competition.”

Meanwhile, at Kara’s apartment, she and Lena were still talking. It was getting late, but Kara just didn’t want to say goodbye. At a lull in the conversation, Kara became infatuated with Lena’s hands. She wanted to reach out and hold them.

“What do you think Supergirl is like in her day to day life?” Kara asked Lena, curious to know if she’d ever thought about it before. "You know, when she isn't flying or using heat vision?"

Lena smiled. “Well, she’s probably just as noble and kind with her friends and family as she is with the people she saves. I bet they’re all thanking their lucky stars that they know her.”

Kara’s peachy cheeks were growing more red with Lena’s every word. Then, Lena did what Kara was trying to build up the courage to do, and took Kara’s hand.

“And weather or not they know that she’s the hero who saved them, who inspires them, who can do what they thought was impossible, they’re proud of her.”

Kara was caught up in Lena's praises for a moment, then she realized how naive she was being.

"Lena," Kara started nervously.

"I know." Lena said.

Kara thought that Lena finding out the truth would be scary. She feared Lena would be angry at her for keeping it a secret for so long. But, Lena didn't look upset. In fact, she looked really happy. Kara felt a surge of relief and bravery.

"There's something else too. Lena, I'm-"

Kara wasn't able to finish her sentence because Lena's lips on hers.

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g0ldpainted · 7 years

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headcanons for the chocobros having a bigger (chubbier) s/o, but they find out she has rlly soft skin ?? (esp on arms n hands if u wanna be more specific, cause that fits to me p good lol)

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for your request! c:This was so much fun to write because I actually really relate to this :D

Once again, my headcanons became kind of long - but I just couldn’t stop. xD

Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy them! :3

After Noctis is a read more (just in case it’s not showing).

Noctis:

First of all, he absolutely loves his S/O

Everything about them is beautiful

He doesn’t see chub, he just sees them for who they are: a beautiful, lovable dork that matches him perfectly

Oh God and he loves squeezing their thighs, clothed or not

Actually, he just loves squeezing pretty much everything

But the second he touched their bare arms for the first time.. Holy shit.. That made it all the more intense

His calm is all gone

The prince is impressed

The prince is in shock

The prince is in utter disbelief

For a few seconds, he stops moving his hands on their arms and just looks at them

Then he slowly continues moving his hands, rubbing their softness

“Holy six..”

He just can’t believe they’re as soft as they are

“Am I dreaming?“

As his hands wander down their arm, he also stumbles upon how soft their hands are

Rip Noctis 2k17

He immediately takes both their hands in his and rubs his thumbs along the back of their hand

He. Can’t. Let. Go. Of. Their. Hands.

He’s absolutely mesmerized

“You’re softer than anything I’ve ever felt - and trust me, I’ve had the privilege to feel a lot of different materials.”

SOS! Noctis cuddle mode activated

S/O is now officially promoted to be his body pillow

Preparing to go to bed? You bet he’s going to sleep cuddled up to their arms all night while also holding on to one of their hands

Or maybe watching a movie on the couch? He will rub their arms or the back of their hands the entire time

From the second he touched their soft skin, his feelings went into overdrive

The prince loves to nap and now he has a tremendously soft S/O to nap on!?! Jackpot!

“Mmh~ I love you SO much”

They’re his absolute weakness: their body, their skin, their smile - pure perfection

And now that he discovered they secretly had the softest skin all along - he definitely has to check if there’s more

This boy just wants to worship his soft deity

In the end, he couldn’t resist eating his favorite meal that night, if ya kno’ what I mean *eyebrow wiggle* I’m sorry I just had to, I won’t do it again in this post

[fyi for mobile users; there’s a read more right here]

Prompto:

Weight doesn’t matter to him at all

It’s all about character to him (Okay, unless we’re talking ‘bout Cindy)

He. Loves. Every. Ounce. Of. His. S/O.

And he always ensures to let them know just how perfect they are

They’ve got insecurities? Prompto makes it his duty to make them feel better

He doesn’t ever want them to stress about losing weight like he did

Long story short, his S/O and him match perfectly

Due to Prompto’s shyness it took quite a few weeks before he stopped being hesitant about touching them

He just didn’t want to put pressure on them or make them feel uncomfortable

Let’s be real, this sponge simply doesn’t have a lot of experience with relationships

But oh man, did he regret not actually touching his S/O before…!

The second his hand reached their soft arms, he melted

He himself has quite soft skin but their skin is heaven

And he blushes SO hard - fangirls, too

It’s a good thing they’re currently at his place

“Oh my, holy astrals, you’re so soft!"

He hugs them, squeezes them tightly

Giggles - he actually giggles from happiness

His hands rub up and down their arms, then he pulls them into a tight embrace

He is SO clingy, so all over you

"Awwh! This is so cute (SO/N)!”

Just when he thought he had calmed down from that high, he brushed against the back of their hands

Sure, they held hands before - but only briefly and he was probably too nervous to notice their softness

But now he’s absolutely freaking out

He holds up their hand and rubs is against his cheek

“I think I just found a piece of heaven.”

Even though he never tried sleeping on them anyhow, they were promoted to his heavenly pillow just then

Big Spoon Prompto would run his hands along their arms before falling asleep

Small Spoon Prompto would sleep on their arm

(y'know - he’s flexible, he’s up for both)

Just in case they planned on going out that day; his S/O better prepares for lots of PDA: Gentle kisses and nips on their arms as he hugs them from behind

He’s so playful and loves anything involving touching their bare skin

He can’t get enough of them and he wants to make up for all the time he was being shy

He’s absolutely in love with their softness

Ignis:

This man loved them the second he saw them

Their smile made his heart race

The moment they asked him about the way to the train station, he was a goner

Through the first few days of their relationship, he was very cautious, assuming they could be hesitant about being touched

Basically, this guy believes in stereotypes - he read about them in books

But really he just wants to treat them accordingly

Take your time, I’ll wait™

Eventually, he can’t keep his hands away anymore - and his S/O doesn’t want him to keep them away either

The second he finally fulfills his desire of gently touching them, his eyes widen and his mouth falls agape

And so their cuddling-session on Ignis’ bed turned into a stunning experience for him

They. Are. SO. Soft.

Ignis.exe stopped working

For a good minute, he just caresses their arms

His eyes are fixated on their arms

He tries to come up with some biological reason as to why their skin is so soft

Once his S/O asks if he’s okay, he snaps out of it and lets go of them

Ignis.exe is not responding - he needs time to think

He’s a man that takes splendid care of his body, but this is something he never thought could be possible

There’s only one solution he can come up with

“May I ask what lotion you are currently using?”

Yup, Ignis can’t just appreciate their softness without finding out how something like that can be possible

Telling him the truth - that they’re not using special, extra expensive lotion - won’t satisfy him

He’ll continue touching their arm gently to ensure he wasn’t imagining it

“That sure is magnificent. A pleasant surprise.”

Their hand magically touches his cheek? Oi shit.

Ignis.exe has crashed, Ignis has to be restarted

Soft-side-fluffy Ignis, the backup, appears seconds later

He’ll rub their hand against his cheek briefly before kissing them gently

His kisses trail up their arm and towards their mouth

Cuddle mode switched on

He holds their hand close to his heart, their fingers entwined while his head rests on their shoulder

“Your softness.. It’s very charming, my love.”

As nice as he may sound, secretly he’s fairly jealous and wishes to learn from you.

Gladiolus:

This man might seem like the most judgmental one simply because he’s buff

But no. No. Gladio just wants an S/O with a beautiful aura and he definitely found them

Although he’s known for being quite the womanizer, he takes it slow with his S/O

It’s because they were the first ones to sweep him off his feet in forever

Mr. Take your time, I’ll wait™ Part 2

Due to him not being into PDA, it so happens that they never held hands

Obviously they also never went past kissing

Blame Gladio and his inability to handle such a perfect S/O - even the womanizer still has to learn

Well, that all was until they went out for a movie night at the cinema

Oh boi. The extrovert suddenly becomes an introvert

Handholding in public already made him nervous but the softness of their hands just made it worse

He initiated it and he didn’t regret it but it just made his heart race

Good for him that the cinema is quite dark because his face is a crimson mess

He tries to hold back for the sake of not pressuring them anyhow

But he’s dying to touch them more

His thoughts are absolutely running wild

“Gladiolus, hold back. This poor person beside you is not expecting you to touch them further.”

He eases his desire by untwining their hands and putting his on top of theirs

Now he can run his hand along his S/O’s and therefore get a better feel

He’s internally freaking out about their skin, wanting to touch them more

Pays zero attention to the movie

Dies when his S/O cuddles up to him and puts their head on his shoulder

His hand accidentally slide up their bare arms and that makes him almost spit out the soft drink he’s been drinking

“By the love of the six, why is their skin so soft?!” - he keeps having internal conversations about it

As much as he held back all the time, all he wants is to rip their clothes off now

Not because of sex but because their body seems to be a soft wonderland he simply wants to discover

He wants to cuddle up to them, feel their softness against his face

This guy is in love and feeling completely awkward in public

Prepare for an embarrassing walk home because he won’t be able to hide his blush then

Once they’re back at his place, he becomes more blatant again - yet still gentlemanly

No pressure - we can take it slow™

No sexual innuendos intended, he really just wants to cuddle

”You’re so incredibly soft.. I wanna cuddle you so badly.”

You bet that night he’ll be clinging onto your hand, pressing gentle kisses on it whenever he wakes up

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loudhaoleinatie · 7 years

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Fill in the Blanks: Fluff OTP Edition

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Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: Danny is more likely to discover Chin wearing his stuff. He’s too broad to steal most of Chin’s shirts, and gets fed up with having to roll up the legs on his sweatpants, but he has been known to borrow Chin’s robe or a pair of his boxers to go make coffee for them in the morning. Chin, on the other hand, seems to love thieving Danny’s comfy sweaters, the odd shirt, and on a couple of occasions when he’s needed a nice tie he has gone straight to the master of neckwear for a nice selection.

Who initiates hand holding?: Chin. Danny likes to touch and hold, but he is more of an arm-around-the-waist/hand-on-the-ass kind of guy. He makes contact with Chin physically whenever he can, just to check in. But it’s Chin that goes for the hand, squeezing fingers, giving Danny that little smile that melts his Ha'ole heart. And Danny loves it.

Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Chin. Danny’s got magic fingers and can give a great scalp massage. Although Danny does enjoy it when the favour is returned.

Who likes to slow dance?: Danny. He knows he can’t dance (and is reminded by the team often) so he tries to go for the hug-and-sway style of dancing because it draws the least amount of mockery. Plus, he gets to hold his man up close and personal, and he will never pass up on that.

Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Chin. He’s been known to curl up on the couch and put his head in Danny’s lap while they’re watching TV, and with Danny stroking his hair the guy can’t help but relax so much he falls asleep.

Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: Danny. He cannot get enough of wrapping himself around Chin. Chin hugs him right back though, so it’s pretty even really.

Who hogs most of the covers at night?: Chin. Danny is like a radiator, and the amount if heat he gives off is phenomenonal. If anything, Chin pulls the blankets off his man because he thinks he might go into nuclear melt down, and sharing the covers with him is like having a hot water bottle in there with him, overheating. He could probably just skip the covers and drape Danny over him to keep him warm.

Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Chin. Again, with Danny’s magic fingers it’s hard to resist. Whether it’s a proper massage or just carding fingers through his hair, Chin loves that feeling, and Danny finds it very therapeutic to stroke his baby.

How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Two forks, but Chin always let’s Danny have more than half of the dessert. That man has an unbelievable sweet tooth, and he is always grateful that Chin makes way for that. He has ways of showing that gratitude that seem to encourage Chin to repeat the behaviour.

Who gets jealous more easily?: Chin. It’s strange, particularly for a guy as zen as Chin Ho Kelly, but Danny is a very tactile guy and he puts his hands on people without even thinking most of the time. Chin can’t help that tiny spark of jealousy when Danny flashes that gorgeous smile at someone else, especially if that person is obviously attractive, or someone Danny used to be involved with like Rachel. He knows Danny would never do anything, of course, but jealousy is irrational.

Who gets angered more easily?: Danny. It goes without saying really, because Danny has always had anger issues and his firey personality and anxiety allow him to get worked up too easily. Chin knows how to calm him down though, and the same in reverse when those few occasions do arise and Chin gets pissed at something; they know exactly how to diffuse each other. God help anyone who makes them both angry at the same time, though.

How do they go to sleep at night?: Spooning or facing one another. More often than not they face each other and tangle their legs together, but when they spoon then it’s usually Danny playing big spoon - this usually leads to Chin throwing the covers off so he doesn’t die of heat exhaustion.

Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: They’re pretty equal. Danny and his magic fingers are very popular with Chin, of course, and Danny loves to hear the noises he can pull from his lover. Chin likes to keep Danny relaxed as much as possible, though, so he gives his fair share as well as receiving.

What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They don’t fight all that often. A standard argument with these two will usually start with some misunderstanding, or someone waking up on the wrong side of the bed and being grumpy. It will flare up long enough for the angrier one to vent their frustration, one of them (usually Danny) will storm out, and then let themselves cool down before returning, apologising, and then they sit down and talk it out like adults.

Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Danny, though it is very rare. Fighting, for Danny, is always more of a verbal thing than physical (aside from the arm-waving and gesticulating, of course). So on the couple of occasions when he has thrown something it has never been directly at Chin, and has usually been the moment he realises he’s acting like a child and, in turn, brings the argument to a halt.

How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: Lots of kissing and touching, little delicate strokes of one another’s hair and face, reminding each other both through gestures and verbally that they still love each other. And, most importantly, apologising if they were in the wrong.

Do they have nicknames for each other?: Chin calls Danny ‘my Ha'ole’, and a small range of Hawaiian names depending on how cute or amorous he’s feeling. Along with the standard 'babe’ and 'baby’, Danny likes calling his man by his full first name, Chin Ho, because he likes taking something that should be formal and making it into something intimate and playful. Danny also tends to call Chin pretty much anything cutsie, especially in the office - babycakes, sweetie, honey - just to try and get a smile out of him. 99% of the time, it works.

Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Chin focuses on trying to find a remedy, most often having to convince Danny to take something herbal and foul-tasting that works wonders and gets him back on his feet. Danny, being a daddy at heart, goes straight for the parental approach and ensures Chin gets all the rest, food, medicine and snuggles he needs to feel better.

Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: Chin is more likely to be patching Danny up, the guy has Steve McGarrett as a partner after all. Danny gets into a lot more scrapes and situations than Chin, although Chin has received more than enough wounds for his comfort as well. Their job is dangerous, but they look out for each other constantly.

Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Chin. He is used to the sun and going surfing, whereas Danny is always more focused on making sure the kids are covered in sun lotion and he forgets about himself.

Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: Danny mostly, because he’s done it all before and has this inbuilt nurturing instinct. Chin is just as natural at the whole kids thing as well, he just bows to his man’s knowledge and experience and does his best to learn the tricks.

Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Danny goes straight for the hug, engulfing his man as completely as he can, and says nothing that might sound judgmental or condescending. He waits until Chin is ready, then asks him what’s wrong and what he can do to help. Depending on the cause, Danny wither helps to fix it, or goes on a rampage to end the person who upset his man. Then he goes on a one-man mission to make Chin smile again, because that’s all he ever wants to see.

What would they be like as parents?: Brilliant. Chin would be the calming influence, then one who pulled Danny back when he was being a bit overbearing or worrisome, and he would be wonderful at talking things through and imparting wisdom. Danny is cuddly and playful, and loves to make his kids laugh, but he also drills into them the importance of their personal safety, ensuring they can look after themselves when he and Chin aren’t around.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?: If they were both the same age and in school together, Chin would have been the successful, popular jock with the heart of gold and Danny would have been the guy who got into trouble with the teachers all the time and hung out with the wrong crowd, but yet was sweet as anything. Chin would help Danny stop acting out all the time, and Danny would get Chin to stop putting so much pressure on himself all the time.

Who initiates taking a bath together?: Danny. They both generally prefer showers, but when he feels like it Danny will happily luxuriate in a hot bath, call Chin in to 'wash his back’, and it won’t be long before he convinces his lover to join him.

Who likes who playing with their hair?: They both do. Chin finds it very relaxing to have Danny stroking his hair, and he is also one of the privileged few that Danny allows to play with his 'do. This more often than not leads to kissing, making out, and then something a lot more intense…

The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: On the couch with Chin’s head in Danny’s lap. Long days at the office often lead to the two of them never getting to watch the end of whatever movie they put on.

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