#watch my progress fondly

[emiartcorner]

Man I owe so much to Kt, from being inspired greatly by his style to all the joy I’ve experienced playing the game or reading the manga. What a legend, his loss really hurts, I hope he rests in peace

#it’s really is extremely upsetting #I hope he knew what an influence he was and how iconic his work was #the manga is such a gem #it’s joyful and funny but still manages to be so heartfelt #ygo was my first anime I remember watching it fondly as a child #and even when I was in middle school playing the game with my brother and his friends at McDonald’s and having a lot of fun even if I never #won. I only recently read the manga from start to finish and it is my favorite form of the ygo story #the art is absolutely amazing and I love how it develops as the story progresses #I really just needed to get all of this of my chest it just really hurts #hoping the best for his fam and friends

[gimmeurtmi]

not yet — bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, smut!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom/sub dynamics, reader wears makeup, guided masturbation, fingering (self receiving), slight restraints, use of “baby”, “pretty,”, edging, undisclosed protection but please use it!!, descriptions of subspace, aftercare <3

inspo: commissioned by @staysinbloom thank you so much lovie and i hope you enjoy this!!! <3333

notes: as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated <3

{ wc: 3204 }

“Are you ready yet?” Chan poked his head into your room, a small smile on his face.

He was taking you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, to celebrate your new promotion at work. You’ve been waiting for it for weeks, considering Chan was on the road when the news about your promotion came, and now the day was finally here. You took an extra long shower, exfoliating and putting on a hair mask and making yourself feel as good as possible in your skin. You knew Chan wouldn’t mind it either way, he kept saying you didn’t need to go above and beyond for him, that he liked being with you even when you were too tired to brush your hair, but he also knew you enjoyed your self care routine a lot–and so he gave you adequate time to get ready without rushing.

You still had an hour until Chan wanted to leave, you realised when you checked your phone, so you knew his question was more because he wanted attention rather than you falling behind on time.

“Not yet, I still need to do my eyeshadow,” you let him know. Chan hummed, entering the room and sitting on the bed behind your vanity.

“Can I watch?” He asked excitedly. You giggled, nodding as you got back to the task at hand–Chan’s curious eyes following your every move.

He happily watched, letting out impressed noises as he watched your makeup progress and take form, but otherwise there was relative silence in your room. You enjoyed it when you and Chan fell into a comfortable silence—it made everything feel domestic. Like it was you and him for some time, like it’ll be you and him for a while still. You liked the thought of that.

Once you were almost finished, nothing left to apply but your lipstick, Chan got up from his crossed legged position on the bed and placed his hands on your shoulders.

You hummed in a small question, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

In response, Chan placed a small kiss on the back of your neck before proceeding to make more exaggerated kissing noises. You laughed loudly.

“I don’t wanna ruin anything you’ve done,” he says with an endeared smile once you turn around to face him, lips puckered.

He places a small kiss on your lips, sweet and far too short, and so you kiss him three more time to make up for it. Chan smiles fondly when he pulls away, tucking a few stray hairs away from your forehead.

“You look incredible,” he says in a whisper.

“Channie,” you whine, “I’m not even dressed or anything!”

“Neither am I!” He says with a chuckle, before pecking your lips twice more and announcing he’s going to go get ready now.

You turn back around to finish everything you need to do as well.

—

Chan is the perfect gentleman. You know that, you’ve always known that, but you’re never opposed to being reminded of that. He opens your door to the car once you get there, he opens the door to the car when you head back home, too.

He helps you pick the best looking meal on the menu and when your eyes look at his plate a little too long he decides you two should just share his (you end up sharing both dishes and then dessert, too).

The dinner was delicious and the atmosphere was wonderful and when you found a great big mirror in the foyer of the restaurant Chan didn’t hesitate before posing in front of it when you sweetly asked for some mirror selfies with him.

You looked like a couple out of a movie, all dressed up and in love—and it wasn’t long before those pictures made it to your new lockscreen.

Once you arrived home, you softly kiss Chan’s lips—too determined to do so you don’t even make it past the entrance.

“Thank you for tonight, Channie,” you say softly before planting another kiss to his full lips.

“Don’t thank me,” he shys away slightly, before accepting a third kiss. “It’s all to celebrate you. You deserve everything.”

It’s your turn to be shy, and you tuck your face into Chan’s neck with a small whine.

Chan chuckles happily, bringing a hand to your back as he softly rubs up and down. He places a small kiss to the side of your face, before he mumbles, “I truly am so proud of you. My hardworking baby.”

You let out a scoff, before nuzzling closer into his warmth. You bring a hand to his arm, fingers circling around his strong bicep.

“I know it’s sometimes hard without me,” he hums, “but you do so well.”

You chuckle.

“Thank you,” you try your best to accept it. “I do my best even when you aren’t here, because I know you’ll always come back.”

Chan brings two fingers to your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. Your insides turn warmer, comforted by his embrace and his soft gaze on you. With a smile, his dimples come out on display and you can’t help but grin at your beautiful boyfriend.

“I’m here for a while now,” he promises, “you won’t have to do anything alone.”

“Like the dishes,” you start teasing, “and the shopping, and the cleaning,”

Chan rolls his eyes, and you—emboldened by his dimples, say, “and I won’t have to touch myself anymore.”

“Why?” Chan asks, head titled to the side slightly, “you don’t like touching yourself?”

“Uh,” you feel a small blush creep up your ears, “I-I do, just not the same when you do it.”

“Why not?” He asks, his finger running up and down your back slowly, making its way around your neck and up towards your hairline.

“It’s not as fun cumming when you aren’t telling me to,” you confess.

Chan’s eyebrows lift lightly before he’s chuckling, rubbing your scalp softly.

“So you need someone to tell you when to cum?” His voice deepens.

“Not someone,” you insist, “you.”

“Right answer,” Chan declares, and laces his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, delicately, as his eyes search yours. After a few moments he smiles up at you and drags you towards your shared bedroom.

Once inside he turns to you with determination, before grabbing your face with both hands and pulling your lips towards him. Chan is eager, tongue already pushing through your lips and licking into your mouth.

You hold back your moans as much as you can until you feel his hands on your hips, moving you around, guiding you towards the bed.

“Baby,” he whispers against yours lips, tugging on your clothes lightly. You quickly get rid of your layers before tugging on Chan’s button up shirt. You open one button, then another, and then when you reach the hem of his pants he stops you.

You look up at him, eyes wide as his hand holds both your wrists in place.

“I let you open it so you could see my body you like so much,” you nod quickly in confirmation, “but this isn’t about me now.”

“Channie, I—“

“—I want you to show me what you do when I’m not here,”

You blush deeply, feeling it all the way to your chest. You avert your gaze away from Chan, which is hard—considering the absolute sight that he is—and try and hide yourself. You can’t hide too much, with Chan still easily holding your wrists together in one hand. The other hand is used to softly cup your jaw, making you look right at his piercing brown eyes.

“It’s not that interesting, though,” you mumble, your eyes focused solely on the skin peaking out of Chan’s open dress shirt, his collarbone sharp and oh so kissable.

“Look at me,” he says softly. Your eyes jump upwards. “You just need to show me, okay? Let’s start there.”

You nod.

Chan slowly lets go of your wrists and gently pushes you against the pillows. Instantly, you find yourself spreading your legs, letting each knee fall to the side as you feel Chan’s eyes all over you. You don’t feel shy anymore, with his loving eyes admiring you the way they do. You feel safe as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, keeping them spread.

Your stomach flips for a second when he says, “start.”

You bring your fingers towards your pussy, starting slowly as you run a hand up and down your folds to start off.

“That’s a good start,” Chan says with a nod, “spread your wetness around first.”

You find yourself nodding along, eager to fulfil Chan’s request.

“Sometimes,” you bravely start, feeling the shyness taking over again, but you push through. “I play with my tits a little, to get myself wet.”

“Show me,” he smiles, squeezing your thighs for a moment before getting back to rubbing up and down the skin.

You bring your free hand to your chest, kneading softly before you roll your nipple between your fingers.

Chan tsks, shaking his head. “Not like that,” he says, face serious.

You're reminded of a time you were watching him practice with the others, and he stopped everything just to correct one of the boys’ mistake. You're reminded of how they all froze in fear when he said stop, how they all listen to his every word. You're reminded of just how much power Chan has over others, over his members, and over you. You feel electricity run through your body at the thought.

“Then how?” You ask, voice weak as it cracks.

“Take your thumb,” you nod, “and rub it slowly over your nipple. You like that more.”

He wasn’t saying you might like it more; it wasn’t a suggestion. Chan was telling you what you like and how to do it, and your pussy clenched around nothing at his words.

You followed his orders—and obviously he was right, and you let your head fall into the pillows as you breathed out an airy moan.

“That feels good, right?” You nod, halting the movement of your fingers as soon as your reach your clit. You stay there, applying light pressure and biting your lip.

You’ve been with Chan for however long now, and still, you don’t think you’ve ever touched yourself like this in front of him—certainly not under such scrutiny.

The realisation spurred you on, your fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.

“Just like that,” he says softly, voice slightly rough as he leans down to kiss the skin by your knee.

You dip a finger inside yourself, slowly, but Chan lifts up his hand. You freeze.

“Did I tell you to do that?” He asks, eyebrows scrunched together in faux confusion. It looks more like anger, and you feel yourself getting even wetter under his gaze.

“N-no,” you let out in a small voice.

“So?” He prompts.

“Channie, can I fuck myself on my fingers like I usually do when you’re not here?”

He chuckled loudly. “Not so shy anymore, huh?”

You shake your head, blinking up at him.

“Good,” he hums, “but only one finger for now. Okay?”

“Yeah, yes,” you happily nod, before sliding your finger further inside your pussy.

Chan moves around a little, settling himself on his stomach so his face is right in front of your exposed cunt. You’d usually get far too shy about all of this, but the want inside you is too intense to care about any of that. You keep moving your fingers, in and out, a loud wet sound following your movements.

“Sounds so good,” he whispers, reaching out a hand to touch. You want him to, need it so desperately, but his hand never reaches you.

“Channie,” you breath out, “want your fingers instead.”

He shakes his head as he clicks his tongue, “not yet.”

“Please,” you whine, moving your finger faster, “need more.”

“Add another finger,” he orders, and you quickly obey, even though that wasn’t what you asked for.

The stretch feels nice, so nice, you let your eyes flutter shut as you let the feeling take over your body.

“Feels good?” He asks, and kisses your thigh softly. Your whole body sets on fire from his touch, and you open your eyes just to whine loudly at him.

“More, please,” you beg, shamelessly.

“Another finger?” He says it as a question, but you still obey regardless.

With three fingers it’s harder to move your hand quickly, the stretch on the side of too tight, but you try as hard as you can. Because Chan told you to.

“Channie, want you,” you whimper.

“Not yet,” is all he answers.

He tells you to move faster, and so you do, and soon you can feel the telltale sign of an orgasm. It’s so close, even Chan can see it, and when your breath becomes ragged and quick he grabs your wrist again—halting your movements.

“What? What?” You let out, eyes wide and jaw gapped.

“Not yet,” he smiles, and asks you to slowly take your fingers out.

You do, without question or hesitation, and try your best to hide your disappointment. It doesn’t work too well, though.

“My beautiful baby,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “you wanted to cum?”

“Y-yeah, I was so close,” you pout at him.

Chan softly kisses your cheek, once then twice, before nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Can I feel how wet you are?” He asks softly. You nod. “With my cock?”

You moan, grabbing onto Chan’s shoulders as you breath out a string of incoherent pleas. He quickly strips himself—and you want to reach out and touch all over his body, but you stop yourself. Chan said this was about you and you should listen to him.

He grabs himself at the base, already fully hard just from watching you, and nudges the head into your entrance.

Chan raises a small eyebrow in question, and you nod quickly as you beg out a small, “more, want you deep.”

Chan pushes inside just like you’ve asked and before he can even settle and give you time to get used to the deep stretch of his cock you’re already squeezing at his shoulders.

“Channie, please, please move, I need it,” you start mumbling.

Chan kisses your forehead softly, as his warm hand cups your jaw. His fingers rub against your cheek, soft and comforting, before he starts fucking into you—hard and quick.

You aren’t sure what you’re saying, your mouth hanging open and Chan punching noises out of your chest as the pleasure takes over your thighs and your stomach and your cunt. It feels so good and Chan is asking you something but you don’t hear it until the second time he asks.

“Close?”

“Yes, yes, yes, so close I just need—“ you reach your hand towards your clit, but it’s once again trapped in Chan’s hold, and soon he pulls out entirely.

The pleasure leaves your body just as quick as it started, and your walls clench pathetically over the emptiness inside you while your clit throbs. There’s a fog taking over your brain; and with Chan holding you, you let yourself slip deeper into it.

“Why Channie?” you whine, shaking your head from side to side.

Chan kisses your wrist sweetly before letting it go, watching proudly as you pull your fingers away from your body and place them by your side.

“Not yet,” he kisses your lips.

Chan keeps going, again and again and again, pulling out as soon as you start begging to cum—enjoying the way you sob dryly at his treatment.

It’s when your eyes glaze over and your voice turns too soft for Chan to hear that he rubs your stomach softly.

“Six edges is really impressive, pretty,” he kisses your lips, “how are you feeling?”

You hum. “It feels so good.”

Chan smiles, kissing you again when you pucker your lips out silently. “I know.”

“Please don’t say not yet again,” you open your eyes, only now realising they’ve been closed. You aren’t sure for how long, but you blink the darkness away and look up at Chan. “Please let me cum now.”

Chan nods.

“Really? Really?” You grab onto his arms. “Please, please can I? Please?”

“Yes, baby, now you can.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, Channie, please,” you grab at his hips, pulling him closer to you with as much force as you can muster.

He chuckles before sliding all the way back inside you again. He’s edged you on his cock for however long, and so the stretch is nice and familiar by now—your cunt sucking him in desperately.

You clench around him as hard as you can, enjoying the way the fullness feels between your legs and all the way up into your stomach.

Chan holds your hips for leverage as he fucks into you once, twice. thumb rubbing against your hip bone, four, and then—

“Chan, Chan, Chan, I’m gonna, please, I can’t, I’m sooo close,”

“Cum, my pretty, cum on my cock.”

Your whole body shakes with it as your orgasm crashes into you after all the times Chan’s denied you, your toes curling and your stomach clenching and your veins glowing with it. Your vision turns black and your moans get caught in your throat and you feel even your jaw shaking.

It’s a few moments later, as you’re still basking in the afterglow, that Chan kisses your shoulder in a series of slow pecks as he mumbles out praises and, “I got you, baby, did so well. I’m here, I got you.”

Once you blink up at him with a pleased smile on your face, he leans down to kiss your lips. Even if you’re too tired to reciprocate much, you try.

“I’m gonna get something to clean with, alright?”

You nod, but pull Chan in for a slightly sweaty hug.

“You’re gonna need to let go,” he sing songs in your ear.

“Not yet,” you sing song back.

Chan laughs heartily at that, his laugh high pitched and disappearing at the edges—and it’s so contagious.

After the pair of you calm down, Chan eventually leaves to get you a washcloth and some food.

You drink the water he gives you, and eat the fruit, and he helps you clean yourself.

“Do you need anything else?” He asks once he takes away the empty bottle from you, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“My makeup,” you say, although you’re sure your massacre is already smudged on half your face by now and the foundation on your chin has probably disappeared.

Chan retrieves your makeup remover from the bathroom and your night cream, already applying some of the product on a cotton pad.

You reach out for it but Chan is faster, and grabs your chin while he gently removes the makeup. You hum happily, allowing Chan to spoil you.

“I love you, Channie,” you say as he starts applying the moisturiser onto your skin.

You giggle at his slightly surprised expression, before he leans in to kiss you. “I love you, too.”

You fall asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied and happy and safe.

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[hemmingsleclerc]

Hi! Could you write a fic with dad!Carlos x reader, where they have twins, and they're in a family gathering, they're playing UNO with the kids, each has one twin, but then Carlos loses, reader won, and pretenting to be super offended and says reader cheated, and everybody is siding with her, including the twins, and he pretends to cry, and the kids feel bad and hug and kiss their daddy? Thank you! <3

UNO! ┃CS55

note: ugh I love dad!Carlos 😭💕 this request was soo funny, I loved it

The Sainz family gathered for a joyful family reunion, and laughter echoed through the living room. Carlos and his wife Y/N watched over their energetic twins, Adrian and Noah, as they ran around the room, their laughter mingling with their voices.

"Alright, who wants to play a game?!" Y/N asked. Carlos approached the large table in the living room with different board games and the twins approached the table excitedly to grab their places.

''UNO! Please!'' Noah shouted holding up the deck of brightly colored cards.

''Yes! I love that game!'' Adrian nodded in agreement

''Alright, UNO will be''

Carlos smiled, knowing that a game of UNO with his lively twins was always chaos. "Are you guys ready?" he asked, ruffling Adrian's hair as he sat at the table next to him.

Adrian nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, Dad! We'll beat Mommy, right, Noah?"

Noah nodded, his small hand clutching a handful of UNO cards. ''Of course, because I will win!''

The game began with cheers and jokes. Y/N and Carlos teamed up with one of the twins each, creating a competition. As the game progressed, laughter filled the room and the twins' infectious giggles warmed their parents' hearts.

''Come on Noah!'' Carlos said frustrated, ''Why do you always give me +4 cards?''

Noah giggled ''Sorry papá''

However, luck seemed to favor Y/N and Noah as they drew card after card, inching closer to victory. Carlos and Adrián exchanged determined looks, but despite their best efforts, their stack of cards steadily grew thanks to Y/N's strategies.

Finally, with a triumphant smile, Y/N laid down her last card, declaring herself the winner. "UNO!" she exclaimed, her eyes full of joy and amusement as she watched Carlos throw his stack of cards onto the table.

Carlos's jaw dropped in mock disbelief, his playful expression turning into an exaggerated pout. "No, c'mon! You cheated, amor! You must have! I was winning," he exclaimed, feigning offense.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and her laughter filled the room. "Oh, come on, Carlos! You're just jealous because you lost fairly, once again I proved to be the best at this game, accept it cariño."

The room erupted in laughter as Carlos continued his charade, pretending to be deeply hurt by his defeat. "But…but…I thought we were a team, Adrian!" He said, turning to his son with feigned disappointment when he saw how he celebrated his mother's victory.

Adrian giggled, shaking his head. "Sorry, daddy! Mommy's the best at UNO!"

"No fair, Noah! You're supposed to be on my team!" Carlos exclaimed, turning to his other son, who simply grinned in response.

The rest of the family joined in, mocking Carlos affectionately as he continued his theatrics, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears while covering his face. However, the twins, sensing his father's distress, exchanged a worried look.

"Papá, you're the best in the world!" Adrian declared, throwing his arms around Carlos in a tight hug.''Please don't cry! We didn't want to make you feel bad''

Noah joined in, wrapping his little arms around Carlos's neck. "We love you, papá!"

Carlos's heart filled with warmth as he hugged his children tightly, his playful façade fading. Y/N watched everything fondly as she saw her husband along with their little children.

With a satisfied smile, Carlos leaned down to plant a kiss on the forehead of each of his twins. "I love you both more than anything in the world," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

DOMESTIC STUFF WITH JASON!!! THIS IS JUST AAAAAAA

Jason’s favourite thing to do when he wasn’t busy being RedHood was take care of you; primarily through the use of food.

Now he wasn’t the best but he most certainly wasn’t the worst cook in Gotham but it was the fact that he was going out of his way to cook FOR YOU was all the reason you could ever need to feel as though you were falling in love with him all over again; Also that man makes a mean burger and once you gave it a try, you’ve never wanted another burger from any fast food chain restaurant, not when Jason could make one ten times better then them in a small but cosy kitchen.

‘The best in all of Gotham.’ You’d tell him, only for him to smile, chastise you for talking with your mouth full, before kissing you on the forehead. ‘Not exactly a difficult standard to be but since you’re being extremely cute with your chipmunk cheeks, I’ll allow it.’ He replied, laughing when you began pouting as it usually followed with you unintentionally puffing your cheeks, making them more chipmunk-esque.

So each and every morning you’d awake to the smell of heaven greeting your nose and Jason’s side of the bed completely vacant of his presence- indicating that he has gotten up relatively early to start making your breakfast- before deciding to pull yourself out of bed and wander down towards the kitchen, where you were greeted with what has become your favoured sight ever since he first started cooking for the pair of you.

Jason often wore a black shirt and boxers to bed but the sight of him in said attire, working on multitasking as he made sure the bacon wouldn’t burnt whilst focusing on the progression of the eggs, made for an great way to start your day off on the right foot; hell! even with furrowed brows and a face full of concentration did Jason look as handsome as he always did.

You sighed fondly as you leant on the doorframe of the kitchen, smiling softly as you watched your beautiful partner work hard to make a simple meal of sausage, eggs and bacon that you couldn’t possibly resist the opportunity of getting to hug him from behind and rest your head comfortably against his warm broad back, arms squeezing his waist as you felt him tense a little before relaxing again when he glanced over his shoulder at you.

‘Someone’s clingy this morning.’ He teased, smirk plastered across his lips. ‘Why’s that I wonder?’

‘My pillow grew sentience, left the bed and is now standing in the kitchen making me breakfast instead of keeping me warm like he’s suppose to on cold mornings like these.’ You murmured into his back, nuzzling your face against him as he laughed, lowering the heat on the eggs and bacon so he could focus his attention all on you.

‘Sounds like a real shame but what if this…sentient pillow just wanted to care for you and make sure you’re well fed during the day hmm?’ Jason tilts his head, a playful gleam in his eyes. ‘What then sweetheart. Surly you can’t be upset at him for wanting to look out for you.’

‘Then i can’t possibly stay mad at him then can I for being the sweetest man alive.’ You replied, kissing his clothed chest in appreciation, revealing in the warmth while you can before he kicks you out for the kitchen for being an -and I quote- enticing distraction he’d be too stupid to pass up. ‘I love you Jaybirdie.’ You whispered softly, arms squeezing his waist as if to reassure yourself that he was real because in your eyes Jason was the perfect man to ever exist; He’d naturally disagree to this but you wouldn’t have any of it. He was perfect. End of discussion.

‘Love you too, chipmunk.’ He says softly as he lifts your face by the chin so he could press a kiss to your lips and forehead. ‘Now back to bed with you because if you don’t remember, you’re banned from the kitchen for distracting me.’ He then removes you from him as he gestures you out with a spatula. You chuckle and put your hands on your hips. ‘And what if I don’t?’ You challenged, brow raised.

‘You will, now get back to bed I’ll be much longer.’ You sighed dejectedly and were about to do just as he says when it was Jason’s time to hold you tightly from behind as he whispered in your ear. ‘And When I do it is then and only then will you get me all to yourself you little heathen.’ He then lets you go, though not before giving your ass a swift smack with the backside of his spatula.

You gasped as you looked back at him, only to see that he had already refocused all his attention back onto the eggs and bacon as though nothing had happened but even though his back was to you, you could clearly imagine the shit eating smirk on his face.

Bonus: for all my glasses wearing babes, I bring before you; Jason going out of his way to clean your glasses. Whether they’re smudged or just need to be cleared after it’s been raining, Jason will gently remove your glasses off of your face, press kisses to the glasses marks left on either side of your nose before giving them a much needed deep cleaning.

He even puts them back on for you afterwards too because he loves getting to be the one who puts your glasses on and off each morning and night with the added gift of a nose kiss.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #dc x y/n #dc x you #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fic #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.7)

Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: the one where you surprise your boyfriend at his boxing lesson

Word count: 500+

a/n: omg i literally wrote this like ten minutes ago randomly when i had a sudden idea HAHHAHA so it might not be the best but anyways 😊😊

masterlist!

“Baby, you’ve got to let go of me, I have to leave now,” Jungkook laughs as your sleepy figure clings onto his torso, gripping him even tighter than before.

“Why,” You whine into his shirt, “Wanna cuddle with you in bed,” You drag out your words, unwilling to let your boyfriend go.

“I’ll be back straight away after I’m done, I promise,” He presses a kiss to your head and rubs your back, attempting to console your whiny self.

“Urgh,” You can only grumble as you pout, looking up at Jungkook who’s smiling fondly at you, his lip ring reflecting from the room light.

With much consoling and convincing from your boyfriend, you begrudgingly let him go, giving him a kiss goodbye as he shuts the front door of his apartment.

You flop yourself on Jungkook’s couch as silence fills the air.

_________________________________________

Luckily, waiting for Jungkook to be done with his boxing lesson was not as bad as it could have been, since you were currently preoccupied with making him a bento box lunch, excited to surprise him at his lesson.

You meticulously place the seaweed to form a cute panda made out of rice, as well as other ingredients you know Jungkook loves.

Your phone lights up, letting you know that the car you ordered to send you over was here.

When you enter the building, you take the lift up to the floor Jungkook was at. You often visited him at his practices, proudly recording his progress through videos on your phone, smiling secretly behind the camera.

Jungkook was currently going at a punching bag as the loud thudding sounds filled the air. His friends who were currently sitting at the table and watching him noticed your presence, nodding their heads to acknowledge you.

When Jungkook was done with the punching bag, you watch and giggle to yourself as he pants heavily, muttering a “so tiring, so tiring,”

But your boyfriend picks up on the giggle that emits from your mouth, head whipping to your direction and eyes lighting up.

“Jagi! What are you doing here,” Sweaty and sticky Jungkook runs to you, embracing you in excitement. You laugh as you softly push him away, “Baby, don’t hug me right now, you’re so sticky,” You whine as Jungkook gives you an apologetic kiss.

“Sorry baby, too excited to see my girl,” He winks as you roll your eyes, putting the bag of food down on the table as Jungkook readily sits on the chair, patting the other chair next to him to signal you to sit with him.

When Jungkook opens the lunchbox, his friends around notice the cute panda rice ball, and the other foods in the box, and they all gather around, trying to steal his food.

“Yah! Go away! This is mine, I’m not sharing,” Jungkook grumbles as he swats his friends hands away from the lunchbox. You laugh as you watch him smile fondly, taking a picture of the food.

“Thank you Jagi, you’re the best,” Your boyfriend smiles boyishly at you as he starts to eat, and you ruffle his hair in response.

“Don’t worry guys I brought extra,” You chuckled as you slid another box to his friends, as they gasp and thank you for the food.

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#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook imagines #boyfriend jungkook #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook comfort #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine

[calicoheartz]

could you write something about being coach bluder's granddaughter but not having any interest in basketball but you show up tp practice one day to surprise your grandma and Caitlin immediately has a crush on you?

Unexpectedly Unexpected ; Caitlin Clark ⸝⸝ ♡

summary : you are coach bluders granddaughter , what happens when Iowa’s star player has a little crush on you ? 👀

wc ; 774

warnings : none

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : hey guys! so happy to be back posting my cait fics , tysm for requesting this! Enjoy ◡̈

As the granddaughter of Coach Bluder, basketball has always been a huge part of your life. The sound of dribbling balls and squeaking snickers filled your childhood, as you spent countless hours watching from the bleachers, absorbing the excitement and intensity that came with it.

But despite this, basketball never really spoke to you. Yeah you enjoyed watching it, but it never really captured your interests like it did for the rest of your family. You instead pursued other passions, carving out your own path outside of the basketball world.

Years went by, and you found yourself living your own life, one that consisted of being away from the court. You still stayed in touch with your grandma, visiting her whenever you can and keeping up with her team's achievements and progress. One day, you decided to surprise her by showing up to a team practice, something you hadn't done in years.

As you walked into the gym, you were suddenly hit by a wave of nostalgia, with the sound of sneakers hitting the squeaky gym floor and the smell of the basketballs bringing you back to your childhood, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched the team scramble across the court.

Coach Bluder soon noticed you, breaking into a wide grin and soon rushing over to you to give you a big and loving embrace. The players, who had heard so much about you, welcomed you with open arms. Incredibly grateful and eager to meet the girl their coach had spoken so fondly of.

Among the players was Caitlin Clark, Iowa’s star point guard. Her talent on the court was undeniable of course, but it was her charisma and charm that truly set her apart from the rest. When she saw you, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but be completely drawn to you. Your presence engulfing her entirely and pulling the point guard in.

Throughout practice, Caitlin could not take her eyes off of you. She watched you closely as you interacted with the other players, laughing and joking with them as if you had known them for an entire lifetime. There was something about your easy going nature that captivated her, but couldn't put it into words.

After practice, she approached you, with a nervous grin displayed across her lips. She struck up a conversation, eager to learn anything about you. As you spoke, you found yourself to be completely drawn to her as well. Her passion for the game was infectious, and the way she herself spoke about it brought you to see basketball in an entirely new light.

In the following days, the brunette had taken you under her wing as you started to frequent their practices more often. As she showed you the ins and outs of the game, and introducing you to her teammates. You found yourself spending almost all your free time with her, being drawn to her enthusiasm and passion. Despite your initial disinterest in basketball, you couldn't help in being swept up by the excitement of it all.

As your bond with Caitlin grew stronger, so did her feelings with you. She found herself falling for you in ways that she never expected. Almost kissing on numerous occasions, she finally decided to bite the bullet and ask you the anticipated question.

After a victorious win for Iowa, she again approached you with the never grin she did when the two of you first met. You had noticed that she had been acting a bit strange all day, and you were curious as to what was on her mind.

“Hey..” she said, twirling her hair between her fingers. “I was wondering if…uhm, if you'd like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”

You were taken aback, not expecting for Caitlin to ask you out so directly. You could feel your cheeks getting red, and your heart skipping a beat as you tried to process her words, with a small smile spreading across your face.

“I would love to,” you replied, trying your best to try and contain your excitement.

The guard let out a sigh of relief, a wide grin soon appearing across her face. “Great! How does Saturday work for you? We could maybe catch a movie and grab dinner afterwards?”

“That sounds perfect,” you said, feeling a wave of calmness and content wash over you.

You soon walked away from the gym, hand in hand with Caitlin, and you couldn't help but feel extremely grateful for a sudden turn of events. Who knew that one simple visit would lead to such an exciting and promising future?

omgggg this is sooo cute!!! I promise im gonna start posting longer / more vague fics as i do have some series’s in the works! as always, tysm for reading! 😊❤️

#wlw #wlw imagine #wcbb #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #wcbb x reader #headcannons #my hcs #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #kate martin #wnba draft #wnba #wnba basketball

[saiidahyunie]

mistletoe

im nayeon x reader ; fluff, suggestive

synopsis: what was the damn golden rule for that small chrismas decoration again?

wc: 2.4k

warnings: cursing ; mentions of alcohol

a/n: finally done with school for the semester so we can breathe :))

nayeon is doing things to me with that first pic idk what to do with myself

—

“what do you mean you haven’t kissed her yet?!” 

“not even like a proper first kiss? what is with you y/n?!” 

a harsh groan followed by an audible slam of your rubik's cube paperweight left the comical duo of yerin and jennie taken aback of your sudden surge of anger.

“we’ve only been dating for two and a half months, and talked for almost three months before that. i don’t want to hear it.” you say, defending yourself as jennie and yerin lean back in the seats set across from your desk.

“are you sure you guys haven’t-” 

“nope, absolutely nothing like that at all, childish i know.” you huff out more softly this time, rubbing your forehead from the impounding stress your head was creating. 

“you know, for someone who’s bold enough and managed to get with nayeon, this is a shocker y/n.” jennie quirks, “i expected a whole lot more from you.” 

“ouch.” you say, placing a hand on your chest acting hurt from jennie’s astute observation.

“i’ll think of something you’ll see-”

“hi y/n.”

the three of you instantly look to the right side of your small cubicle to see nayeon standing there wearing a cropped navy blue sweater with wide fitted pants that complimented her lower figure by making her legs longer topped off with huge glasses which she stressed that it was prescription and not for show-but was cute as it fit her personality well. 

“hey nay.” you say as you stood up from your chair, walking toward her for a hug, planting a kiss on her cheek. 

“did you just finish?” 

“mmm, the meeting went a little bit longer than i thought but yeah.” nayeon replies, brushing your cheek with her hand, your face burning up a little from her touch.

“i’ll go grab my stuff and let’s get something to eat.” 

you hummed in response as you waved her off while she walked away, turning back around to see jennie and yerin subtly smirking at what they just watched. 

“that kiss wasn’t for show right?” 

“i’m still not impressed.” 

“another word from you guys and i’ll throw you through the glass.” you retorted as you started to gather your things as jennie and yerin laughed at the more visible highlight of pink spread across your face. 

—

nayeon wasn’t like most girls that you had a romantic interest in. you thought of her as like a wild card in a random selection or the joker in a simple deck of cards. this didn’t mean she was the last option, no, but it took you a while to grow fondly about everything about her. in reality, she was a really nice person to be around in addition to being a simple and reliable hard worker in the marketing team.

or so you thought when the alcohol got involved. that changed the whole dynamic between you and her. 

after a successful quarter that resulted in smashing the expected quota by over 200%, your boss jihyo suggested a team dinner in celebration of this achievement. everyone in the marketing team recreationally drank, including you, but the more lively ones in the bunch were your boss, jennie, hwasa, chaeyoung, and surprisingly nayeon. 

as the dinner progressed with more orders of food and drinks being taken, the mixture of laughs and party games enveloped the whole table. 

eating, drinking, ordering, repeat. 

eating, drinking, ordering, repeat. 

everyone at the table was already a few shots deep, but the phenomena about your coworkers was always a sight to see. chaeyoung’s concoctions with the soju, jihyo being the life of the party bringing up a new party game each time one would finish, you downing an entire glass of beer in one go leaving the whole group in shock. the list would go on and on.

but in between those lively moments and activities, the conversations were always back and forth across the table, you took this opportunity to get to know nayeon a little bit better who was sitting next to you–even if she was already hammered as it is. 

you were going back and forth with hwasa sitting across from you, arguing about how it was better to have instant noodles on a cold day and drinking an iced americano during summer. nayeon chimed in also to the debate; the cheery and upbright version of her was nonexistent as she let out her more vulgar, wild side with the more alcohol she consumed, the more antsy and physical she got. taking a break as you were about to down another shot of peach soju, you felt her hand on your shoulder as you looked over to her, staring at you. 

huh.

damn. 

was she always this good looking? 

you never saw nayeon this close up until now, but all you could think of was how round her brown eyes were; the way her smile emitted so much happiness that it could instantly charge your phone in five minutes, the way how her hair was slightly disheveled in her perfect wolf cut. her jawline looked insanely sculpted emulating a greek goddess. 

“you good nayeon?” you ask, still holding the full shot glass in your hand.

“i have my eyes on one thing here,” nayeon starts leaning a little more closer, placing a single finger tracing your neck just below your jaw, “you.” 

dropping your head down as you laughed, “you’re drunk, you don’t actually mean that.” 

“but i do.” 

you instantly look back at her, infatuated with her bold comments as she places her head on your shoulder, breathing on your neck, the strawberry scent of soju stifling your ability to speak.

“nay-”

“i like you y/n, i hope we get to know each other more.” 

the alcohol buzzing through your head hindered your ability to think straight as you downed the shot as nayeon returned to her normal sitting position, slapping the glass down on the table, sighing as the laughter popped the imaginary bubble you and nayeon were in. not a moment’s hesitation after, you whipped out your phone and clicked on the phone app, showing nayeon as she immediately took the hint, happily complying by putting her phone number for you, returning the phone back soon after.

“if you’re gonna be bold with your comments like that, how could i not be interested.” you ask her as nayeon laughed, resuming the previous conversation from before. 

not long after a string of hangouts and dates, you eventually muster up the courage to ask her properly about being in a relationship even when you jumbled up the words terribly, nayeon herself was excited to embark on a new adventure with you as her girlfriend. 

—

“alright everyone, good job today! you all have your assigned tasks for tonight’s christmas party so see you at nayeon’s tonight!” 

the annual christmas party at the end of the year was always a good time, it’s especially better if everything was already planned out and not last minute, but that wasn’t the case since the host was you and nayeon.

while you were wearing a simple santa hat, nayeon went the extra mile and wore a polar bear dress that seemed ridiculous for someone else to wear, but she looked damn good in it. nearly taking about three to four hours setting everything up across the place; red and white streamers draped across the tv shelf and curtains, the christmas tree with various ornaments and sonny angels with the treetop being an origami starlight, food nearly getting ready as you and nayeon shuffled around the house ensuring that everything is set up properly.

once the guests started coming in with their own dishes of food and gifts, the party was finally underway as everyone indulged in their plans for the next weekend or whatnot while the food was being consumed. after, the next portion of games took place with hwasa and jihyo going head to head while playing just dance as everyone gathered around to see who would get five stars from dancing to rasputin.

while everyone was hollering in front of the tv, you went to get changed into a more festive sweater in nayeon’s room. two minutes passed as you returned out to the common area where everyone was at, you notice that nayeon walked up to you from the kitchen, gently nesting her body with yours as she lets the scent of your rose perfume fill her sense of smell. 

“good to see that everyone’s having a good time.” 

“not bad for a last minute preparation.” nayeon replies back to you, kissing your neck softly that leaves you breathless for a second. 

“you haven’t drank anything yet have you?” 

“not yet.” nayeon answers as she faces you, slowly closing the distance as she nudges her nose at you. you giggle at your girlfriend’s sudden rising eagerness. 

“what’s with you today, you’ve been so lovey-” 

“hey y/n! what’s that up there?” you turn over to see jennie take notice of you and nayeon’s moment as you two look up the arching hallway opening  to see a small patch of green hanging over you with a nice bow wrapped around it.

you don’t remember hanging that up there at all.

“jennie you-” 

“guys look who’s under the mistletoe!” jennie yells as everyone turns their attention to you and nayeon were still hugging each other, getting a collection of “oohs” as you and nayeon shyly look away.

“kiss! kiss! kiss!” 

you look at nayeon again who’s blushing immensely, as you look down with the intention of what you needed to do. 

nayeon meets your gaze, her eyes conveying the same message of the shared feelings you and her have for each other as you guys begin to close the distance between your faces-inching more and more as your breaths get tangled and eventually, your lips meet hers.

the first contact sends sparks flying in your brain, her minty breath mixed in with her soft lips would only leave you wanting more. her plump, luscious lips felt like they were the missing piece that you wanted from her for so long, and now you have it. even though it was an instant second of getting lost in the taste buds of her heavenly lips, the moment was short lived only to be brought back to earth by the screaming of everyone that watched you two kiss from the couch. you give her one more peck as she is left speechless as you draw away, winking at her for agreeing with the act.

“i knew you had it in you y/n.” yerin says as you walk to the fridge, giving her a look that only screams, “now that you’ve seen it you can stop bullying me about it.” reaching down to grab two boxes of soju bottles, earning a gasp from everyone in surprise. 

“this is just the start, i got more drinks to get out later, but let's party!!” you yell out as the small crowd cheered in excitement that filling up the house.

—

the rounds of drinks made their way around everyone and the continuation of energy from the team dinner returned again inside nayeon’s place. jennie and jihyo were the ones who drank the most compared to everyone else, but their alcohol tolerance was strong to the point where they were practically sober, laughing at everyone else as the continued to take shot after shot.

you sat amongst chaeyoung, yerin, hwasa who was sprawled out on the floor, momo who was the new intern brought by jihyo grabbing another bottle of soju, and nayeon who was leaning on your back having a little too much to drink. 

as you were about to get up, nayeon stops you for a second. 

“i need some fresh air y/n.” 

“okay, i’m sweating like crazy in here anyway.” you happily oblige as you help your girlfriend up, heading to the front door and out as the cool air wraps around the two of you.

soon as you close the front door, nayeon jumps at you without warning. the light above turning on capturing the sudden motion before turning off a few seconds later.

“nay, how much have you had to drink?” you ask her as she nuzzled her nose into your exposed collarbone from the oversized sweater you were wearing.

“just enough, but i want another go.” nayeon says as you’re left confused at her open-ended proposition.

“what do you mean another go?” you ask again as she waves her hand up in the air, triggering the light to turn on again. you look up the towering archway of her house to notice a small patch of grass above you–a tiny red bow tied around it; you don’t remember putting that up there either.

before you could say anything as you return your look on nayeon, her lips crash with yours; this time with more assertiveness than the first. in a brief moment of shock, your hands naturally weaved their way on her hip and neck, pulling her closer as the heat between you two gradually grew.

“another go you meant–” you were silenced again as nayeon shuts you up with her lips, making you groan into her mouth as her hands slipped into your hair, keeping your head in place as you push her against the wall. drawing away for a quick breath before going back for more as your mind becomes clearer from the alcohol effects in your brain with every craving kiss exchanged.

the rhythm gets sloppier by the minute as nayeons fingers slither under your sweater, making you shiver from the initial contact. instead of going for another kiss, you plant your lips on her neck, gently nipping away her flawless skin, inducing a soft moan escaping her mouth as she grips your mid back tightly, nearly scratching your skin.

“fuck.” you say breathlessly as you pull away, half-lidded eyes meeting with hers as the two of you catch your breath.

“you’re so pretty.” 

“this was so much better.” nayeon says with more content in her voice, speech still somewhat slurred from the alcohol.

“sucks that i didn’t mark you bad enough though.” you say disappointingly. nayeon bites her finger as she is slightly turned on by your eagerness, the growing heat between you two overpowering the brisk cold outside the house.

“you can definitely make it up to me later y/n.”

“how much later are we talking?”

“let’s kick everyone out of the house first and then we’ll have our fun.”

#saiiidahyunee #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #nayeon x reader #nayeon #im nayeon #twice fluff #twice smut

[dawndelion-winery]

In Your Way

Getting them to notice you

Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone

Arlecchino:

Naturally, to run an orphanage, one must have staff to care for the orphans

You seemed enthusiastic enough about the job, though whether it was an actual passion for helping the children or for the generous salary, she'd never truly know

Still, your actions were sincere enough

She did tell you to report to her regularly, but she hadn't expected you to drop by so often

Each time, you had a thorough report of the children's progress and growth, along with your personal suggestions on what they might need

And every time, she'd approve

She sometimes finds herself musing if she'd ever had someone watch over her like that, brushing away the thought with a huff as she returns to her work

What she didn't know was that a strong motivator for your frequent reports was to see her

Your diligent, skillful lord harbinger who entrusted so much to you

You had hoped doing a good job would earn her praise, or at least make you an irreplaceable subordinate

But she had seldom commented on it, the most you'd gotten out of her being a "Not bad, keep it up"

Still, it was enough for your throbbing heart for her to find you reliable, and so you continued to do your best

And then she decided to take a look at your work for herself

She was shocked to find the children beaming at her, and she quickly found she had you to thank for that, since you'd attributed so much of what you had done for them to her benevolence

Indeed, it was the sort of loyalty necessary to raise soldiers

For the first time, she smiled at you. And your heart stopped

"I look forward to more of your good work, my faithful y/n."

Capitano:

Who doesn't love a gentleman?

He'd stepped in when a higher ranked agent was picking on you and you'd been smitten since

You still fondly reminisce about the way he held his hand for you to take, encouraging you to get stronger

You also recall rising through the ranks, eager to prove him right in having faith in you and finally meeting him again after so long

It made your heart flutter when it turned out he did remember you

"Weren't you that recruit I gave a little nudge to some time back? Mm, it seems I was right about you. Now how else will you prove your worth to me?"

You've never seen his face, but fr the sound of his voice, you swore he was smiling at you with pride

He was the one - the one you'd follow into the heat of an uncertain battle with complete faith because that was the sort of strength and charisma he carried himself with

And oh what a sight he was when he fought, as beautiful as he was ruthless, and graceful as he was strong

How many of the harbingers would hype their soldiers with such confidence? A promise to win?

Perhaps it was that confidence in him that led to you taking that bolt of electro for him

"Have I proven my worth, lord harbinger?"

"Not until you return a hero you haven't. And you will, because I promised."

Dottore:

It wasn't uncommon for students at the academia to be passionate when presenting their topic of research to the class

But there was something about him that stood out from the others even if you couldn't pinpoint it

It could've just been the fact that his ideas were,,,less than humane yet he spoke of them so clinically as though it hardly mattered

But you liked to think it was the way his eyes, already a startling crimson, seemed to light up as he spoke of his thesis

More than the average student's curious experimentation, he was ambitious unlike any other, claiming that with time and resources, he'd be able to create a god

Insane as it sounded, the more you listened, the more you found yourself believing he could

And so began your puppy love, trailing after him as you sang his praises

He had tried shooing you off, thinking this was some prank

But when the people who antagonised him for being a freak began to target you for associating with him, he soon realised that wasn't the case

Insufferable as you were to keep clinging to him, he found himself intrigued by your strange 'loyalty' - if he could call it that

It started with him letting you sit around the lab as he worked so you wouldn't be picked on the moment he shut the door on you

Then he started sending you out on errands for him, surprising you with the trust he was giving you (little as it was)

As you spent more time with him, you grew to enjoy each other's company, and you had finally grown out of your one sided pining

You realised how fruitless it would be, to long for someone who had already devoted himself to his dreams

But hope was a funny thing, and as you prepared to bid him farewell and best of luck on his journey, his hands found yours first

"C'mon then, assistant. I've plenty more to do, and if this forsaken palace of fools won't give me what I need, we'll have to take it ourselves."

Perhaps you had become close after all, if he was insistent on bringing you with him

Pantalone:

There is nothing bankers are better at than rolling money until they're rolling in it

As such, they naturally require substantial collateral for and equally substantial loan

Which was why he was quick to decline you a loan for your business venture despite your insistence that you'd succeed

"As well thought out as you make it out to be, your proposal is simply too outlandish for us to gamble on. Be a dear and stop giving my staff a hard time, they've seen you often enough this past week."

Well, if the Northland Bank wouldn't give you a loan, you'd get the bank himself to give you money

You'd put far too much time and effort into the hopes of achieving this little business venture of yours and you just knew it'd be a success if you could only have a few months to get it going

So what other choice did you have than to attempt to seduce the ninth harbinger and have him fund you

You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you'd thought he'd at least humour you a little instead of having the guards see you out

But you'd be damned if you gave up there

Thus came the game of cat and mouse and for once, Pantalone was the one who had to hide

It rather irked him and so he caved, if only to have you stop tracking him down

And you being the kin soul you are offered to return his investment by making him a shareholder<3

"I'll play along then. But mind you, if you lose this little game and fail to pay me back, I'll simply own you in exchange."

A terrible gamble but one you took nonetheless, much to his surprise, since he'd hoped the situation would scare you into leaving him alone

Even moreso when you did succeed and slapped his money back at him

"Now about that loan so I can expand-"

"It's still a no."

"What?"

"Our current arrangement works just fine, no?" he said, slipping you a blank cheque. "Consider this...a personal investment."

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[bokuroar]

𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂!! 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 & 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 “oh.” 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻t (pt. 2)

↬ you can find part 1 here ♡ i was supposed to use another song but i wanted to stick with the theme of the first part ^^ enjoy !

↬ hq characters (osamu, iwaizumi, kenma, daichi) x gn!reader

ꕤ you open the door to welcome osamu and the heavy grocery bags he cradles in his arms. without so much as saying hello, he automatically lets himself in kicking his shoes off in your apartment. with stuffy nose you ask him, “what’re you doing here at 10 in the morning? doesn’t your shop open at 9?” osamu chuckles, his warm smile spreading across his face. "it does, but i couldn't stay away any longer, you’re a mess who needs to eat." he jests. throughout the day, osamu stays by your side, bringing you comfort and joy with every gesture. he makes you soup, entertains you with funny videos thanks to his twin, and even brings over a stack of your favorite books to read together. it’s like he knows exactly what you need without you having to say a word. oh.

ꕤ “we better walk fast, ‘zumi. looks like it’s gonna pour anytime soon.” you mumble as you look up to the looming clouds and instinctively reach your hand out to feel any droplets. iwaizumi brings out his old, trusted, albeit rusty umbrella that you swear he had since god knows when. he sheepishly smiles, “can’t have you sick now, can we?” as you continue walking, you engage in light banter and reminisce about old times. the conversation flows effortlessly, just like it always does when you're together. "you remember that time we got caught in a torrential downpour during our first year of high school?" iwaizumi asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "how could i forget? good thing we found that cafe to hide in until the rain stopped.” you reply. "yeah, and then we spent hours talking and laughing we didn't notice they needed to close the shop." iwaizumi recalls fondly and adds, "that was the day i knew we'd be friends for a long time." he smiles warmly, his gaze softening as he looks at you. uh oh.

ꕤ “ah, am i hearing this right? the kodzuken challenging me to beat him in a video game?!” you jokingly gasp at your longtime friend, kenma, who only rolled his eyes at your mockery. “stop acting weird, this won’t be the first time i beat you,” he smirks. you grin, accepting the challenge with a competitive glint in your eye. the game began and you both immersed yourselves in the virtual world. as the match progressed, you notice kenma's occasional slip-ups, as if he was letting you win. "are you sure you're not going easy on me?" you tease. he blushes slightly, trying to hide his intentions. "you wish. you just had practice," he replies, his eyes betraying a hint of affection. after a thrilling game, you emerged victorious. "looks like you owe me that boba," you retort playfully, savoring the taste of triumph. in that moment, kenma smiles, realizing that he felt more of a winner in making you smile than winning a video game. oh no.

ꕤ holidays are better spent with people. the more the merrier, at least that’s what daichi’s household believes in. and his big family isn’t enough, daichi always celebrates with his close friends—including you. amidst the ongoing debate which is the best christmas dessert, he turns to you, "i’m so glad you could make it today. my family loves having you around during celebrations." you smile warmly, "i wouldn't miss it for the world, dai. your family and our friends always make these holidays unforgettable." as the holiday cheer enveloped the room, daichi's eyes were fixed on you as you engage with his younger siblings. you had picked out thoughtful gifts for each of them, and he watches with a mix of fondness and admiration as they unwrapped your presents, their faces lighting up with joy and gratitude. he could get used to this. oh?

© bokuroar (2023) – do not plagiarize, modify, copy, use, translate, repost my work on other sites without permission.

a/n: i can’t not write this bec of the love the part 1 got T____T i wanna hug all of u !! thank u !!! 🥹🤎 ik this took such a long time but still hope you liked reading this just as much hehehe <3

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[honeyshua]

Entangled moments

Minghao helps you with your hair

Minghao was surprised to hear a groan when he walked into your place. He propped himself on the doorframe and watched with an amused smile as he saw you try and fail again to get your hair to cooperate.

As you started to accept your hair just wouldn’t be successfully braided for the day you glanced up and saw Minghao smirking at you. “How long have you been there?” You asked sheepishly as you felt a blush creep up on your face. “Long enough.” He responded playfully. “What are you trying to do?” He asked as he sat down behind you. You pulled up your inspiration picture and showed the video you had been trying to follow.

Minghao gently divided your hair in sections. He would watch each step intently and would occasionally ask you to go back to the previous step or pause it until he was ready to progress.

After he finished he stood in front of you and admired his work from all angles. He smiled fondly proud of his work. He then started showering you with compliments about how cute you looked. He handed you your mirror leading you to stare in awe. “Can you just quit your job and do my hair full time?” Minghao laughed at your reaction and kissed your cheek. “No but I can paint your nails.”

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[ressjeon]

storge: painting | myg

summary: you're busy preparing something for your one-two arguably little ones without thinking they'll do the same to you

rating: pg | word count: 0.8k

genre/au: slice of life, domestic!au, family!au

content: dad yoongles 🥺 and cute stuff (what is happening to me)

a/n: happy 30th birthday to the loml yoongi! finally posting a dilf drabble for him and posted on time. i suddenly wrote this out of nowhere after seeing some clips from the RUN episode last year because he's just a husband material oml i couldn't help it >.<

The smile hasn’t left your lips when you hear the bickering at a distance. 

You’re currently approaching the door right at the corner, carrying a tray of snacks and a pitcher to where the source of the noise is from. You knock as soon as you reach the door but they couldn’t seem to hear it because when you opened the door, your daughter and husband are still arguing in front of a canvas on the floor.

More like your baby girl complaining while Yoongi is purposefully being stubborn to tease her.

"daddy, come on, it's pretty easy" your toddler huffs as she tugs on Yoongi's rolled-up sleeve. Your husband’s wearing a yellow suede shirt, paired with a white one underneath that made you mildly concerned about getting dirty until he reassured you that he’d be careful. He’s wearing a long dark green canvas apron but even if it gets messy later on, he’d never mind so long as it makes his little girl happy. 

Your daughter’s little eyebrows are still scrunched together as she stares at her father's canvas. She seems to want him to paint a similar picture as hers, with bright colours closely depicting a flower garden. Your heart melts at what you’re seeing, Yoongi watching your daughter fondly while she tries to teach him how to paint like her.

The art supplies scattered around the covered floor that they're both on just add how beautiful what you’re looking at is. And now you know what to paint on your canvas.

You have to carefully mind your steps until you reach the table so you can place the snack tray you’re carrying.

It’s the weekend and you’re both thankfully off from work, allowing you and Yoongi to have a bonding time with your daughter. Every week, you let her pick on what activity you’re all doing as a family and this time its painting.   

"he's too lazy, mommy!" your daughter accuses, finger pointing at her father while holding a mini paint brush with her other hand. She’s pertaining to the plain hues of colour that Yoongi has been painting so far and it made you giggle. You approach his sitting form to see his progress so far. 

"not bad yoongs" you stare at his canvas of greys and blues with a teasing lilt in your tone making Yoongi pout.

"can you see my ruthless brush strokes? my plan was to only paint whatever comes to mind" he complains, lips puckering at your comment and it makes you laugh even more. 

.

"okay, break time for now" you called, unloading the snacks and a pitcher of pineapple juice. Your daughter immediately drops her brush and excitedly approaches you, having you remind her to be careful not to step on anything.

You handed her a glass of juice and a small slice of pajeon. 

"thank you mommy"

“ask daddy to get his share”

She hesitates a bit before calling for her Dad in which Yoongi replies with “i’m almost done baby”. 

He's getting lost in what he's doing again, similar to when he's working that you often have to remind him to get breaks.

“the hotteok’s gonna get cold Yoongi'' you playfully scold him, aware that he usually prefers to eat it quickly while it’s hot.

This got his attention and he eventually stands up, following his daughter to where you’re currently sitting. He grabs a bite and takes one fish-shaped bread after, humming when he tastes the red bean inside it. Of course, you have to make two flavours since he prefers that flavour while your daughter loves the custard cream filling like you do.

You help your daughter sit in her chair and move towards Yoongi next, bringing up his left arm to take off the hair tie from his wrist. He raises a brow at you, munching another piece of hotteok. 

“you’ve been moving your bangs a lot earlier, don’t want any paint on them” you smile, gathering his hair and pulling it back before securing it with the hair tie you’re holding. Yoongi's hair has been very luscious since he started growing it, and you've been doing your best to keep the scissors away.

However, you’re starting to regret doing so and your husband seems to notice it. Yoongi knows how you love his man bun, that little quirk of his lips stayed the entire time until he finished his glass of juice. 

He stands up to grab his apron to finish his own canvas, ignoring your flustered reaction. 

“mommy, come” your daughter breaks your reverie when her tiny hands reach for yours, dragging you to the empty canvas on her left side.

They've both gone quiet and are now focusing on their own canvases so you decide to do the same. You sat down and stare blankly at the canvas, forgetting what you wanted to paint when suddenly you feel strong arms caging you from behind.

Only then do you notice the paint streaks on your daughter's face, who's grinning widely while holding her small wood palette in her hand, fingers coated with paint as they reach out to your cheeks.

“your turn” Yoongi whispers beside you with his gummy smile, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before applying his paint-coated fingers to your other cheek.

In the end, you never get to paint anything on your canvas.

divider by: @cafekitsune 💕

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[swallowtail-lotus]

🍎Father's Love {Adam x Daughter!Reader}🍎

Repost

This Adam will forever be my favourite version.

I want a hug from him now 😭

___________________

Watching your father's match with Zeus was nerve wracking. Your father landed the first hit on the powerful god.

"Please be okay, dad."

You mumbled, your hands shaking from the fear. One of your older brothers, Abel, noticed your shaking form and patted your head.

"Relax, sis. Dad is super strong!"

He laughed, bringing you in closer to him. He was right. Your father is strong, but a part of you was doubtful of that. You didn't know why.

"He's right! Dad will win this!"

Your other brother, Cain joined in from your left, his grin bringing slight comfort to you. Like your mother, you were more emotional.

As the match progressed, you noticed the strain in your father's eyes and panicked. Zeus was overwhelming him with the punches. Zeus found out the drawback and used it to his advantage by pulling off such a dirty trick.

"No, dad!"

You yelled out, nearly falling from the stands if it weren't for your brothers.

Adam, on the other hand, heard your shout and threw more punches at the towering god.

"Always the observant one, (Y/n).."

Adam thought, fondly smiling at the memory of you. The faint cry of a baby entered his ears.

"There's a baby crying somewhere. There's no need to cry. Don't worry. You don't have to be afraid of those bad guys. Your dad's gonna take care of..."

Adam couldn't finish his thoughts as the punch landed. Having superhuman hearing, you gasped quietly, tears coming out of your eyes.

Just as they thought Adam was done, his hand shot up to grip Zeus's head.

"I got you."

"He took his blows to grab him. Amazing, father!"

You thought, a pinch of hope building up from inside. The sounds of bows being delivered at immeasurable speeds gave you so much anxiety you felt your knees give out. One last blow towards each other ended the match here, Adam standing on his feet and Zeus crumpled to his knees. Your eyes widen from the sight, thinking it was in humanity's favour.

Looking more closely, the hope you had faded away. Everyone from humanity were cheering, but you weren't.

"Hell yeah! You kicked his ass, dad!"

Cain called out, raising his fist.

The cheering ceased once the realisation kicked in. You knew what they were thinking.

The father of humanity had died, standing on his feet and with a smile.

As Heimdall announced the winner, you fell to your knees, the tears you were trying to hold back came pouring out, staining your clothes. Your mother and brothers brought you in for a hug, their sobbing filling your ears. The moment you looked up at the sky, you could've sworn you saw your father, smiling down at you all.

"Never forget that I love you all."

"Especially you, (y/n). I can never ask for a better daughter. My love is a circle, because it never ends."

#i need to do more of these #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok adam x reader #platonic adam x reader

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Scenic Globes (Jade x GN!Reader)

“And this is for you.” 

Placed in your waiting hands was a small glass globe no bigger than a softball. There was an opening at the top, within it a thin layer of sand. You smiled and nodded as you said, “Thank you.” 

Jade smiled in return, his own globe held delicately in his palm. His fingers were longer than yours, the tips brushing the opening of the glass. Inside was its own thin layer of sand: the foundation of the beach terrarium you both would soon create. You were honestly surprised Jade wanted you of all people to spend this time with him. However, you doubted Floyd would be interested in such things; Azul might be, but he was currently busy trying to strike up business in town. Trey was another possibility, but you knew that man always had his hands full aiding Riddle with Heartslabyul’s student management. There weren’t many other options for company, you realized. 

Even so, you couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you want me to make a terrarium with you? I thought you liked to spend time alone when it comes to nature?” 

“I often do, yes,” Jade replied. Those heterochromic orbs eyed you fondly as he added, “However, it has been quite a while since we’ve spent some quality time together. As we are both free this morning, I’d say that opportunity has finally come.” 

“Yeah, fair enough,” you said. You gave Jade a nervous smile and pointed out, “I actually have never made a terrarium before - you’ll have to guide me through it.” 

“I suspected as much.” He placed his empty hand over his heart, “It would be my pleasure to teach you.” 

Usually one would be nervous to go off with Jade alone, but unlike other people you’d come to like Jade’s eccentric attitude. Sure, he could be real ominous at times, with that smile that may or may not intend your doom - and yet, at least when it came to you, you never felt the danger. Floyd did point out to you once that Jade seemed a bit less menacing in your presence…you guessed that was a good sign. So, you threw caution to the wind and let Jade lead you away from the beach and into the lush green brush beyond. 

***

The moment you stepped into that greenery, dusted with golden grains of sand, you both set to work. You crouched down on the ground and sifted through the flora to try and find something of interest to put in your globe. When you glanced back to see what Jade was doing, you saw his terrarium was already in progress. You felt a little frustrated at your lack of progress. “What exactly am I looking for?” you asked. “Like, what do I put in here?” 

“Anything you want,” Jade answered simply. 

Well, that certainly helped you. You watched Jade pluck some rocks from the ground and carefully place them into the glass. Every placement of every object and plant was perfectly calculated; he was constructing a scene before your very eyes. And yet, still, your own globe laid barren. You decided to voice another question, “How do you usually make yours?” 

“Mm…” Jade thought it over for a moment, then said, “I often do one of two things: I will either have a mental vision of how I want the terrarium to appear, or I will simply let the inspiration come to me as I work.” 

Yeah, that made sense. Unfortunately for you, nothing came to mind. You stared down at the small glass orb; the sand sloshed back and forth as you turned it from side to side, careful not to spill the grains. Your eyes scanned the area around you for a moment, then turned back to your globe. For once, you lacked any sort of creativity. You didn’t even notice Jade had come to kneel at your side until his voice was right next to your ear. 

“If I may,” he offered you a pretty flower he held between his fingers, “I think this would be a fine start to your scene.” 

So, he did notice your struggle. Ever the observant one, this eel. No wonder Azul chose him to be his vice housewarden…although, it was obvious why his brother was not picked instead. What a chaotic scenario that would have been. Your eyes took in the flower presented to you: it was small, barring four blush pink petals. You smiled as you took the flower delicately by the stem, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as you placed it in your globe. The flower now lay prettily on the sand in the corner of the glass, almost like an umbrella. 

“Is anything coming to mind?” Jade queried. 

“I…I think so.” You had a general idea - not a grand one, though. “Do I have to fill the entire thing?” 

“Not at all.” Jade held up his own globe for you to see, his index finger pointing at the space two inches from its opening. “It is actually recommended for you to leave some space, so the space does not become too crowded. I would say the limit for the length of any plant or object that be placed within this globe should stretch no further than here.” 

You nodded as you took in his words, then asked, “Can I leave a space in the middle? Not an empty one, I mean - just one that doesn’t have much stuff in it?” 

He glanced down at you and gave a small shake of his head. “If that is what you wish.” 

Now an idea was placed in your head. It wouldn’t be much, but you think it’d look nice. After another uttered ‘thank you’, you set to work once again. You scoured the ground for what you needed for your vision: tiny rocks and pebbles and seashells, flowers, sprigs of green foliage, and one palm leaf. Jade helped you procure that last piece; unfortunately, you are not tall enough to reach such a height. You carefully arranged all of these items into your glass globe piece by piece. While there was a rearrangement or two in the process, your decoration went off without a hitch. When it was complete, you felt practically giddy. It looked so good! 

“Jade, look!” You rose up from your spot on the ground and trotted over to where he stood in the shade of a palm tree. He glimpsed your figure as you approached from behind, just as he tucked something into his terrarium. You held up your own glass sphere for him to see. “I’m finished! What do you think?” 

The glint of sharp teeth peeked through his smile as he spoke. “It looks wonderful - a very good job for your first terrarium.” He gazed into the globe for a few more seconds before he turned to face you. “Would you like to see mine?” 

“Sure!” You leaned in close as he brought the terrarium up to your line of sight. A gasp released from your lips. It was…breathtaking! The way he organized the palm leaves, sprigs of fresh and wilted grass, pebbles and rocks, seashells, flowers, tiny sticks. You even noticed there was the tiniest puddle of water in the center; it looked like a mini oasis! It was…so much better than yours. You suddenly felt self-conscious, ashamed, but you forced a smile as you voiced your own praise. 

“It looks amazing!” You lightly pressed the tip of your finger to point out the mini puddle of water. “How did you prevent the water from soaking into the sand?” 

“I brought a little tool with me.” Jade lowered the globe so you could peer into it from the top opening. “You see that the sand is pressed down at the bottom of the water? That is because I placed a circular, plastic tray there. I poured a bit of water into the tray; it will prevent the sand from soaking it up.”

“That’s so cool!” Though you genuinely meant the compliment, the shame from your inexperience only grew. “You’re really talented, Jade.” 

“Why, thank you, [Y/n].” He looked quite pleased with your statement, eyes closed for a moment in silent joy. When they opened again, his smile drooped into a different one as his eyebrows downturned. “But there is sadness in your eyes. Have I done something to offend you?” 

Once again, very observant. You knew better than to lie, or to say it was nothing. Jade would find out one way or another - and he would be hurt that you’d keep something like that from him. So, with a sigh, your own smile faded into a frown, head lowered in a mix of shyness and shame. “N-No, you haven’t offended me. It’s just, well…I guess I wish I could be as good as you are, making terrariums, I mean. I know I just started, but,” you chuckled as you glanced down at the glass in your hand, “mine looks so barren compared to yours.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” Those heterochromic eyes filled your vision again as Jade knelt before you. He carefully set his terrarium beside him before he came to clasp yours. “May I?” With a nod of your head, you let Jade take the glass orb and lift it between you two. “Yes, yours is not as detailed as mine,” Jade began, “but there is a beauty to minimalism. This scene you have created…is it perhaps a campsite on the beach?” 

“How did you know?” You tilted your head to beside in bewilderment at Jade’s observation. 

He let out a soft tiddle before he continued. “I recognize it from the fires we built along the beach the other night, when we were with our classmates. Though we did not sit at the same fire, I do recall there being a large umbrella beside yours. It was Riddle’s, was it not?” 

“Yes.” 

“Though it is a lighter shade of color, you have tucked the flower I gave you in the corner to represent that umbrella. In the center, where you’ve made a small circle of pebbles, that is to represent the campfire; I like how you placed a stem of red weed in the center.” 

“Do you think I shortened it too much?” you asked. 

“No.” Jade’s eyes flicked up to meet your gaze - within his were a softness you hadn’t noticed before. “It is the perfect size to mimic a fire.” He glanced back down at the globe, “I see a few shells peeking out of the sand as well.” He paused for a moment, then looked up and asked, “Might I ask what the palm leaf is to represent?”

“The large towel Trey had laid out for us,” you replied. “I tried to cut the leaf just enough to fit in the glass without it overpowering everything else.” Your worried gaze met his once again as you shyly admitted, “I know it doesn’t look too good.” 

“On the contrary, I think it is a wonderful edition.” Jade squinted to get a closer look inside, nose almost brushed up against the glass. “You used the materials at your disposal to create a scene from memory. I believe it is a very accurate setting.” He offered the terrarium back to you and you took it. “I also think your decision to keep the backdrop clear allows for even further detail. You can simply hold it up to the sky - anything, really - and let it paint the picture in your mind.” 

For the way he described it, you felt a lot better now. Still, compared to Jade’s, it was obvious who was the true professional. Your smile returned brighter than ever as Jade stood. “Thank you, Jade. I feel better about it now - and hey, like you said, I’m a beginner. I’ll be sure to get better with time!” 

“Indeed, I believe you will.” Jade picked his terrarium up off the ground as he spoke again. “Does that mean you wish to do this again sometime?” 

“I’d love to!” You walked with Jade as he began to lead you two back to the beach. “Next time, I’d like you to show me how you make yours. I want to see all the different things you can do.” 

“You flatter me.” You glimpsed the lightest tint of pink creep up on the man’s cheeks. He now grinned from ear to ear, not too worried about showing his teeth to you. “I will be sure to teach you everything I know.” He paused in his speech, then that smile turned a tad mischievous. “Well…perhaps not everything. That sort of knowledge will cost you.” 

“Cost me what?” You felt it might be a mistake to ask, but what the hell? 

“Hmm, who knows?” Jade cooed with a small shrug of his lean, yet broad shoulders, still cloaked in that bright purple, tropical button-up. Those orbs had a dark look about them now, glinting with devious intent as he leaned down close to your face. “Do you wish to find out?~” 

You didn’t know why, but you decided to meet the merman’s challenge with a smirk of your own. “What if I do?” 

Jade hummed, “Intriguing. Though we are close, you are often hesitant to accept any plot I might have schemed.” 

“Usually,” you raised your eyebrows as you stared back at him, “but I’m feeling lucky today.” 

“Are you now?” Jade let out a small laugh, smile a bit gentler now. “Well…do call upon me when you are ready to begin your next lesson.” 

You most certainly would.

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #my work #twisted wonderland #gender neutral reader #twst #twst x reader #twst jade #jade leech #twst jade x reader #jade leech x reader #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #terrarium #teasing #playful banter

[femoso-seben]

Humanoid monster

Previous, Next

“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

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[outro-jo]

powers for good

pairing: choi san x reader

type: imagine

warnings: dom/sub dynamics (not smut tho), sir kink?, mentions of food but nothing specific, nudity?

request: kinda 😅

a/n: this was a request about dom/sub dynamics with san and the reader needing to relieve stress. i don’t write smut so here’s this ✨ please read my info before requesting to avoid sending in a request i can’t do 🤍

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to say you were overwhelmed would have been an understatement. your project was due this week and you were nowhere near done. san was starting to grow more worried with each day as he watched you hunched over your computer withering away. each time he asked, you declined eating or sleeping and it was starting to worry him. finally, he’d had about enough of it. the two of you came up with rules for your interesting dynamics and san rarely if ever had to initiate his role as a dom outside the bedroom, but today that would all change. 

san came home from practice that evening and frowned upon finding you in the same spot he’d left you that morning. blue light blockers over your tired eyes, a blanket wrapped over your slumped shoulders, and the tea he made to you this morning untouched and cold. he’s heart sank and something in him snapped. of course you didn’t look up but you didn’t even notice when the door opened and slammed shut again. almost an hour later he returned, setting the food he just picked up on the coffee table and walking over to you. 

two of his fingers tucked under your chin, tilting your head and gaze up to him, “you have five minutes to finish the sentence you’re working on and save your progress. this is not a question, this is a command. i won’t say it again and if you don’t comply, you will be punished. do you understand?”

you nod slowly and quickly get to a stopping point. normally when san initiates play, you fight back as being bratty is in your nature but you didn’t have the energy to fight him right now. san set his stop watch on his phone and showed you. it took far less that five for you to finish, closing your computer and looking up at him doe eyed.

he smiled down at you fondly, stroking your head, “good, baby.” he praised you and kissed your temple. “now, come and eat. you will eat it all and since you were so good for me, you can pick what we watch. we will be watching it all.”

wordlessly you agreed, taking san’s hand and letting him lead you to the sofa. being away from the computer, you started to feel the full weight of your exhaustion but it was quickly replaced by the hunger you felt. san was sweet enough to go pick up your favorite. he sat you in his lap and fed you while your favorite show droned on in the background. san savored every second and every touch with you, kissing your cheeks after filling them with food, brushing your hair back, the way you leaned back into him when you were finally full. it took until this moment for him to realize just how much he had missed you and you him. the silence between the two of you was nice, pleasant, and not at all awkward. your relationship had reached a point where you didn’t have to always talk, just sitting in each other’s company was comforting. 

when the episodes had ended on the tv screen, you went to get up, saying that you needed to finish but the grip on your hand stopped you and pulled you back into your boyfriend. he reached up, squishing your cheeks together and forcing you to look at him. the stern look on his face sent shivers down your spine.

“who said i was done with you, little one? i’m not through taking care of you. if you touch that damn computer again tonight, i will punish you.”

“but, sannie, i have to—“

“that’s not how you address me!” his voice raised slightly. he didn’t mean to but he was just so tired of you not taking care of yourself.

“sir… i have to finish this… please.” you begged.

“not tonight, my love. you will work on it tomorrow. understand?”

you nod. 

san scoops you up into his arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom and laying you down on the bed, placing a kiss to your forehead. “would you prefer a bath or a shower, darling?” he stroked your hair lovingly while you thought for a minute.

“mmm, i think a bath. i’m too tired to stand up for that long.” you told him.

“perfect. i’ll be right back, angel. stay right here and rest.” san left you with a tender kiss to your lips before going to run your bath. 

your eyes drifted to a close for what felt like only a minute but you soon felt your clothes being removed along with kisses being placed all over your body. with your eyes still closed, san carefully lifted you and carried you to the bathtub, lowering you in gently. the warm water was so welcoming and relaxing. the lights in the bathroom were dim and you could hear the playlist san had made for you playing in the background. it smelled of lavender, adding to your relaxation as you breathed deeply and slid further into the bubbles. after a few minutes of letting you soak, san came behind you and started to wash you hair. he was so gentle with you, taking his time to help clean you up. 

when he was finished, he dried you off in a towel fresh from the dryer before carrying you back to the bed. san dressed you in an oversized shirt of his and some sweatpants. you were now fed, clean, fully relaxed, and ready for bed, not before san could get some cuddles in. after getting you situated in your usual spot in the bed, san slid in behind you, kissing your head down to your shoulder. 

“thank you for taking care of me, sir.” you sleepily said, turning your head towards him.

san took the opportunity and kissed your lips softly, slowly. his hands massaging down your side. “anything for you, my love. get some rest now.”

thankfully sannie didn’t have to dish out any punishments… tonight.

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[myysaints]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞 — r. lupin

REMUS LUPIN x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — months after graduating from hogwarts, you and the gang - remus, james, sirius, and lily - reunite for some drinks and a good time. but didn't you know? not-so-drunk words are still sober thoughts...

based on — “Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.” (dm for creds! i forgot sorry)

contains — pining!!!, remus and reader are blind to each other's affection, siri and james are drunk in the bg lol, awkwardness, fluff ending

notes — i love remus with all my heart. i missed writing for him sm!

“MY MONEY’S ON Potter,” you grin, watching as James drunkenly leans against Lily’s shoulder, his fingers dancing across her palms. The redhead gazes down at him fondly.

“Well, I personally think it’ll be Padfoot.”

From across the table, Remus smiles, head lowered to meet yours, a conniving smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow, failing to force down a grin.

“Sirius? Really? The man can hold his rum, you of all people should know that, Remus.”

He shrugs, smiling and leaning back against his seat. His arm raises to take a swig of his Butterbeer, and you watch, mildly transfixed, as the muscles in his shoulders ripple.

“Still. He’s got a weak stomach, the idiot; For all the alcohol he drinks, he seems to spew out three times the amount.”

Remus tilts his head back, a flushed smile on his face. Your heart stumbles a little.

“He’ll be the first to the bathroom, I assure you.”

The comment has you snapping out of your daze, and you laugh breathily, shaking your head as you turn to watch Sirius dance - rather, stumble - to the music playing.

“Betting on which of our friends throws up first.” You smirk, taking a sip of your own drink. “‘S this what our friendship’s come to, Remmy?”

It’s a Friday night, and the group - you, Lily, the Marauders - are at your local pub. It’s a much needed break away from the tedious chore of adult life; You’re just a few months shy from a year out of Hogwarts, and you’d be lying if you said things haven’t been tough.

“Well then,” Remus says, grabbing your hand. There’s a pink flush on his face that tells you he’s a swig away from tipsy. And he does usually get touchy as the night progresses. “Tell me. How’ve you been, love?”

Your cheeks immediately heat, and you swat your hand away with a playful scoff.

“Told ‘ya to stop calling me that,” you murmur, suddenly feeling immensely shy. You’ve never done well with being alone with Remus; Being the only object of his attention has your stomach erupting into butterflies and tingles and all that.

Love.

He merely grins, chuckling. “Sorry, sorry. You know how cute y’get when you’re angry.”

Remus would never admit it aloud, the embarrassment alone would kill him, but the way your cheeks flame, the way you immediately duck your head, a shy smile peeking through: It makes him proud that he’s the source of your reaction.

9 months away from you, and you still manage to make him feel as giddily in love as he was when you first met.

Hogwarts that day was particularly lonely for Remus; The rest of the Marauders were off doing Merlin knows what, most likely formulating some ragtag plot to prank one of the professors again. Remus, on the other hand, had homework to do - Unlike some people, he liked to make a conscious effort not to get expelled.

So there he was, alone in the library, surrounded by books. Really, it was all he needed, all he should have needed. But as he watched a nearby couple giggle at each other over a stack of books, he suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.

Of heartache.

“Erm, ‘scuse me.”

Remus started, glancing up. And there you were.

Standing before him under the faint shine of a lamp, glowing like the angel you were. A soft smile gracing your features, head tilted to the side.

He finds himself suddenly at a loss for words, stumbling over himself as he stutters out, “I- Yes, er - pardon the mess - can I help you?”

You chuckle, and Remus wracks his brain trying to think what on Earth was so funny. But you just give another small smile that sends his heart racing, and gesture towards the seat beside him.

“Is this seat taken?” you whisper.

Immediately, as if on its own accord, his head is shaking. Fervently.

It’s almost embarrassing, really, how eager Remus is. He is acutely aware of just how uncontrollably forward he’s being - His hands have instinctively drawn up a chair for you, and they’re now clearing a space for you.

You flash him a smile - brilliant, dazzling - and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

Trying to recover some semblance of politeness, he returns back to his books while you set up your things, but, oh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots you pull out a beaten up copy of what just happens to be his favourite book.

Feeling his gaze on you, you flush, looking up to catch his eye.

This sends him in a tizzy, a flustered mess. But you don’t seem to mind, even quirking up your lips into an amused smile.

“Is there something on my face?” you muse, teasing.

Heat sears through his cheeks, his face red. “No! I just… I was admiring your book,” he gestures wildly to said book.

“This old thing?” you raise a brow, shrugging. You turn to him, a gleam in your eye. “Why, have you read it?”

A smile breaks across Remus’s face, and it tells you everything you need to know.

You two are going to get along just fine.

A sudden realisation hits you, in this moment, seated across from Remus in this dingy bar.

Time is not on your side. Truthfully, it never really was; But now, it is your greatest adversary. Gone are the opportunities to catch him momentarily in the Hogwarts corridors. Your shared peaceful study sessions are no more. Both of you have busy schedules, and catch-ups are sparse.

You fear you may lose him forever.

“I missed you, y’know that, right, love?”

You raise your head, surprised to find a sudden tenderness in Remus’ gaze.

Something in your voice breaks as you say, quietly, “Really?”

And Remus feels it in his heart too - The slight crack that wedges in his chest, the feeble cry of your name that bubbles up in his throat. He coughs, face aflame, and brushes past it.

“Yeah. Mean, ‘course I did. Missed all of ya - the guys and Lily and all that.”

Your heart sinks. Of course. He doesn’t miss you in particular - It was foolish of you to think, even for a second, that you’d be special in his eyes.

Years and years of pining, days spent trying to talk yourself out of this silly crush, nights ranting to Lily about how “stupid this is! This is just so stupid!”. All that, and for what?

You nod tersely. A silence lapses between you two, the tension so thick it feels as if you’re suffocating under the weight of it.

Remus frowns at the way you sit stiffly, strangely stoic and quiet opposite him. The look in your eyes - just moments ago, alight with glee and mirth - has deflated into something sullen. Defeated.

“Hey,” he reaches towards you. You look down at his hand - familiar and comforting - stretched towards you over the table. His thumb skims over your knuckles, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. But you don’t dare to look back up at him.

“What’s the matter? You’ve gone all quiet,” he says worriedly.

You shake your head, tersely.

A hand reaches to tilt your head up; You swat it away, harmlessly, but can’t stop the slight smile that breaks across your face at the ticklish feeling.

He grins, and now his head tilts to the side, observing you as you try to recompose your face. Again, he reaches out to touch you - this time, a bop on the nose.

“Remus,” you huff, unable to stop the slight chuckle that escapes you. “What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”

The smile on his face, so warm and true, makes you stop.

“Jus’ wanted to see you smile,” he grazes a thumb over your cheek, and you feel clammy all over.

“Stop that,” you murmur, still, not pulling away.

A playful grin makes its way across Remus’s face. He leans over - the tall bastard - and cups your face. His hands are warm against your skin, and you pray they hide the sudden heat that rushes to your cheeks.

“Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut.

There’s a shuffling noise, and Remus’s hands are retracting. You keep your eyes screwed tightly shut, feeling your own resolve crumbling as you feel a warm body press against your side.

“Love,” Remus whispers, his breath hot on the side of your neck. A shudder ripples through your body.

You shake your head, eyes still shut.

“Love,” he says again, slower, softer this time. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Your heart stops.

When you open your eyes, your breath hitches - You’re so close, so unbearably close to the lycanthrope it makes your heart burn. You blink rapidly, trying your best to look anywhere, anywhere, except into his eyes.

The slightest smirk makes its way across his face, and then his fingers are on your chin, gently manoeuvring your head around to face his.

All you can manage is a breathless, “Oh.”

He laughs, loud, hearty. And then a soft blush settles across his cheeks.

“Oh.”

You stay like this for a moment longer, the two of you; Remus’s fingers resting lightly on your face, you blushing madly. Entangled in each other’s existence.

He's the first to break the silence: “Are you gonna let me kiss you, love?”

This time, you can’t stop the smile on your face.

But the one on his face when you kiss him is a thousand times better.

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