#why is he so babygirl princess mode when he's sad

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Haikyuu Headcannons: Their Nickname For You

Bokuto, Oikawa, Sugawara, Matsukawa

warnings: fluff

gn!reader (mentions of fem reader in mattsun’s) x haikyuu boys

summery: basically what the title says.

a/n: i was thinking of making a tag list for my haikyuu headcannons, but i’m not sure if anyone would want to be on it, but if you do message me or send an ask.

masterlist

> Bokuto

honeybug

- I have no idea where i got this nickname, but i feel like this would be Bokuto’s main nickname for you. It’s definitely the one he mainly calls you and will yell across the room when he sees you.

“Honeybug! I missed you”

pretty

- He calls you this when he’s in “emo mode”. Like if Akaashi calls you over or you see him become sad you’ll go over and he’ll lean on your shoulder.

“Hey, Pretty”

> Oikawa

prince/princess

- He calls you this because he thinks of you as royalty. It’s also a plus that it always makes you flustered. like he’ll come up behind you and snuggle into your neck and whisper in your ear.

“Did you miss me, prince/princess”

baby

- “Baby” is reserved for when he’s in a whiny mood like Iwaizumi was just mean to him or Mattsun and Makkin were making fun of him again.

“Baby, they’re being mean again”

> Sugawara

Sugarplum

- Suga doesn’t even know why he calls you this. He only does because one day it sorta just slipped out and he started calling you that regularly.

“Come on, Sugarplum. Let’s not leave them waiting,”

Sweet

- When he was little Suga heard a person on tv call their s/o this and for some reason that stuck with him. So when you two started dating he was quick to pull out this nickname.

“You know you love me, Sweet”

> Matsukawa

Babygirl

- He uses it when saying hello. Usually he’ll do it in a deep whisper so his voice sounds breathier cause it makes you flustered. Boy pulls a corpse husband on you everytime he sees you.

“Hey, Babygirl, How you been?”

Love

- Usually used with a compliment or when he’s asking you for something. For this nickname it goes both ways like you call him “Love” he calls you “Love”.

“Can you come here, Love”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #sugawara hcs #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x reader #bokuto hcs #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x reader #oikawa hcs #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa hcs #haikyuu matsukawa

[speech-less]

wildest dreams

Morgan x Reader

warnings: none : )

genre: fluff but sad-ish fluff

w/c: 1,498

When you arrived at the restaurant this morning, you found a note on your desk. Sprawled in your assistant’s handwriting was: “Derek Morgan called for you. He’s in town and wants a table for 7 for tonight. Says he’s an old friend?”

The room started to lightly spin. You never expected to hear from Derek Morgan ever again. Derek was your first love: you dated all through high school and college. When Derek got accepted into the academy, you had no intention of following him around, and he was moving away, so you mutually decided to break it off.

You spent more time than you’d like to admit wondering what could have been.

 Even though you were young, you always felt like he was the one. You’d had boyfriends after Derek, but none of them were so fun, so loyal, so handsome. You even kept up with his mom and sisters, but you never dared ask about his love life. It would hurt too much to know. But, you assumed he had moved on and started dating some supermodel or badass international spy or even a princess.

You called back, but got his voicemail. The sound of his voice, even just on his answering message, gave you butterflies. Pulling yourself together, you waited for the beep and then said, “Hey there, stranger. You have a reservation for 7 for tonight at 7:30. Let me know if that time doesn’t work. If not, I can’t wait to see you.”

‘I can’t wait to see you?’ You thought, the line circling throughout your brain at the speed of light. Was that too much? What if he didn’t feel the same way? There’s no way he would have left a message specifically for you if he didn’t want to see you.

You were successful in your own regard. It wasn’t as flashy as the BAU, but you owned a few high-class restaurants in Chicago. It was fun and it really kept you busy.

-----

7:30 came before you knew it, and, right on time, you watched a group escorted to the table reserved for Derek.

You only counted 6 seated, and certainly didn’t recognize any of them to be Derek, but you decided to go over anyway to welcome them.

“Hi all, I’m Y/N, the owner. An old friend of Derek’s. I’m so happy to have you all here.” You announced, eyes flickering around the group.

“Y/N, thank you for having us. I’m Aaron, and this is the team. Derek is parking the car,” a very serious, but handsome, dark-featured man responded to you.

Before you could respond, you saw their eyes move past you.

“There’s my girl,” Derek announced from behind you. You turned to meet him, and, before you could even see him, he had enveloped you into a hug without hesitation. You happily returned the gesture, arms wrapping around his notably buff torso.

He pulled you back slightly, hands on your waist, and quietly said, “You really look amazing,” before taking his seat at the table.

You took a second to compose yourself, as you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Pulling yourself together, you turned to the group, saying, “Tonight’s dinner is on the house, so, please, enjoy. And don’t hesitate to let me know if you all need anything.” You were met with cheers from the group, and Derek winked and mouthed, “Thank you.”

You returned to the front of the restaurant, leaving them to enjoy their meal.

-----

Their waiter alerted you when the group was done with their meal, so you made your way over to their table.

“How was everything?” You mused, looking at the group who all seemed relatively pleased.

They all murmured accolades, which brought a smile to your face. You loved working in the restaurant business because you could bring people together.

They very kindly left a tip for their waiter before all gathering their things to leave. You told them they were welcome back any time and to have a safe trip back to D.C. in the morning.

Derek got up and put on his jacket, but, instead of leaving with the group, he approached you, asking, “Can I talk to you for a second? Somewhere more private.”

You nodded, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the back of the restaurant into your office. You couldn’t imagine what he would want to talk about, but you didn’t mind a moment alone with him. When in your office, you closed the door behind you, turning to him.

“Y/N, I feel bad for coming into your restaurant and eating for free and not spending any time with you,” he mused, “and eating an amazing meal for free, at that. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you. I was going to ask you to sit with us, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Derek could always borderline read your mind - which was probably why he was now so good at his job.

“That isn’t how I felt,” you shook your head, smile tugging at your lips. “I’m so glad that you all enjoyed your meal. And that you even thought of me when you were in town.”

“Of course I thought of you,” he stated matter of factly, as if this happened all the time.

His eyes lit up with their signature Derek Morgan sparkle, and he asked, “When do you get off? Can I walk you home?”

Not able to resist, you told him to give you 20 minutes and you would be ready to head home.

-----

Derek helped you put on your coat, and the two of you headed for the front door.

As you two stepped into the Chicago cold, a drunk regular, presumably waiting for his ride outside, tried to grab your hand, seemingly in hopes of sparking a conversation with you. You felt Derek’s demeanor change, immediately springing into protective mode, coming behind you, snaking one arm left around your waist and interlocking his other hand with yours. He pushed you both in the direction of your apartment, not even acknowledging the man.

As you two walked away, you said softly, “Derek, I’m okay.”

Derek let go of you, but laced his fingers with yours.

Conversation flowed very naturally, almost like there was no time lost. Of course, you had both been updated on each other’s lives through your families, but you hadn’t actually seen Derek in years.

“So you own a bunch of restaurants like that? You know, you’re really amazing, Y/N,” he complimented, bringing your hand to his mouth to give a soft kiss. “You always were.”

“Me? You’re the heroic FBI agent. I saw you on the news this week,” you shook your head, looking up at him. “I know you’re just being modest. You saved six kids this week.”

“My team saved six kids this week,” he corrected, clearly not open to taking the compliment.

“Regardless,” you shrugged, squeezing his hand, “it still seems like you’re doing remarkable things.”

You two walked in silence for the remaining block. You knew there was so much to say. Too much for one night. And, it hung over you both as you walked.

He dropped your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You returned the gesture, wrapping your arm around him and resting your head lightly on his shoulder.

As you got to your apartment, you softly said, “Well, this is it.”

You both stopped, just standing at the bottom of your steps for a second. You saw in Morgan’s eyes that something was gnawing at him. “Y/N,” he dragged out, “Do you think we could have worked?”

You didn’t want to answer, and he didn’t want you to, either.

Instead of answering, you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, laying your face in the crook of his neck. You felt his arms lock behind you, pulling you tight against him. You closed your eyes, fighting back a tear or two, taking in a deep breath of his cologne.

Without pulling back, he began: “You’re really killing it out here, babygirl. I’m proud of you.”

You didn’t say anything, not able to respond without breaking out into tears.

“And if anyone ever starts giving you any shit, I’m just a phone call away. I’m serious. They’ll regret ever being born.” You laughed into his neck, not able to fight a smile.

Dropping your arms from his neck, you looked up at him, hoping the tears in your eyes weren’t too obvious. “Alright, get out of here. You have an early flight to catch,” you played, squeezing his hand one last time.

“I’m just going to watch you get inside,” he nodded, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

And as you walked up to your door, you swore you heard him say, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Derek Morgan,” you whispered, pushing the key into your door.

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#criminal minds oneshot #derek morgan oneshot #morgan x reader #criminal minds imagine #derek morgan one shot #me: morgan

[crescent-yoon]

Twit ♡ Han Jisung (Originally posted on Wattpad)

You're a fool

Twit, Twit, Twit, Twit

I don't like it

Nobody likes it

Fragile Shim Cheong

Twit, Twit, Twit, Twit

I don't like it

Nobody likes it

     My boyfriend Jisung. He's kind to say the least but lately I feel like the spark has died between the both of us. He's really loud, obnoxious, and lately he's just been annoying me. It really shouldn't bother me that he cares so much but it feels suffocating to me.

You're a fool

A man that only knows me

Fragile Shim Cheong

You should look around once

You don't even know you're in pain

"Babe, babe, babe." Jisung consistently poked me, seeking my attention.

 I continued to ignore his pleas for my attention. I really was not in the mood to be bothered with his antics. I continued to give my attention to.the video game I was playing when I felt something fluffy land in my lap.

   "Baby. Babygirl!" Jisung pouted, poking my cheeks. "Y/N, why won't you pay attention to me?"

 I paused the game that I was fully engrossed in to move Jisung's head off my lap. It wasn't that I don't like him, but he was to sweet. I'm surprised he doesn't see what he and I are causing him. I'm void of feeling pain for him, though.

  "I'm just tired, Jisung." I sighed as I crawled to my side of the bed.

    "Are you okay?" Jisung's face grew with concern as he turned off the television. "Do you need water? A massage? Can I get you anything?

    I turned on the bed to face opposite of him. I didn't want to feel any guilt when I looked at my boyfriend's face. "No, Ji."

  "Okay, princess." He laid next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Let's cuddle."

  He slowly began to sleep as he warmed up my cold body and blanketed me in the safety of his arms but I couldn't sleep.

You make royal

You make me hero

You make me genius

You give me a lot, but why are you the only one feeling unhappy

Because you only breathe for me

You look so lonely

There were some things about Jisung that I didn't like. He was a bit protective and he always puts me on this high pedestal. I hated how he had this image of a Greek goddess when he looked at me. Maybe I'm being a bit ungrateful but things like that make me feel bad for him. It made him look sad, desperate.

I'm a fool

I'm the bitch that made you sick

The Devil's whisper - my greed pushes you away

Even even if I'm late, don't wait for me

 He would always try his hardest to please me. He always gave his devotion, love, loyalty, and dedication. Even though I wanted to, paying it back to him was something I couldn't do. Not anymore.

   Everyone knew that I had lost my spark for him. His friends, his fans, even himself. His friends always told me that I should stop leading him on and just break up with him, but I wanted to be selfish. I knew that if I let him go, he would find himself someone better.

I make you patient

I make you puppy

I make you hungry

I don't give you anything, but why do I become unhappy?

Because you breathe only for me

You look so lonely

 When Jisung had finally woken up from his nap, he pulled me closer and began gently kissing my bare shoulder hiding from underneath his yellow hoodie.

  "Stop, Ji." I sighed, turning to face him.

"You know what, Y/N?" He sighed, removing himself from me and sitting up on our bed."This isn't working anymore."

  "What?" I sat up in shock as he got up and started taking out suitcases from our closet. "What is your problem?"

  "No. What's YOUR problem, Y/N?" He yelled at me, which was a thing he'd never do. "You have a problem of appreciating good things that are in front of you. I put up with this for YEARS. I'm leaving."

Suddenly, my heart and my mind went into panic mode.

   "Wait! No, no, no." I stood up and attempted to stop him from walking out of my life. "Baby, please?! I love you! I'm nothing without you. YOU'RE nothing without ME."

   Jisung rolled his eyes and had a look of disappointment and anger in them.

  "Am I?" He scoffed at me as he left our bedroom and reached our front door.

     "Please, Jisung?! Don't leave me here!" I hugged the love of my life tightly and desperately. "I love you."

   Jisung turned to me one last time to say, "I love you so much that my heart physically hurts, Y/N. Hell, I was gonna fucking MARRY you one day. But you fucked it up and now it's too late."

Twit twit twit twit

We've lost our way

Twit twit twit twit

A fool that only knows me

 That was when I realized how wrong I was. I had all the perspectives incorrect. It was never Jisung.

         I was the real fool.

My heart hurts after writing this...

#han jisung #stray kids #stray kids imagines

[naamjoodle-blog]

BTS reaction| their s/o being scared to go public with their relationship

a/n: another request from the anon world (:

Rapmonster/Namjoon:

Namjoon would respect that you want you privacy but would be confused on why you want to keep everything a secret.

“babygirl,why are you so scared to go public about our relationship...don’t you want the world to know i’m yours?”

Jin

Jin wouldn’t want to keep it a secret because he wanted to show the world that worldwide handsome has an even more beautiful s/o

“but (y/n) don’t you wanna tell the world that you are with worldwide handsome?!”

Yoongi:

Yoongi would think it’s his fault and he did something to make you not want to go public with your relationship.He would remain quiet and be sad because he’s so proud that someone as beautiful as you is his s/o.

“(Y/N),if you really don’t want to go public it’s okay..”

Hobi:

Hobi would understand why for a little bit,but would later get upset that you guys have been together for a while and you won’t go public because he wants to show you off to the world,but wants to protect you from the harsh world.

“(Y/N),are you sure you don’t want to tell them..? I understand if you’re scared but i’m here to protect you!”

Taehyung:

Tae couldn’t wrap his head around why you didn’t want to go public thinking he did something wrong to make you scared.

“bu t (Y/N),why are you so scared”

Jimin:

He really wants to show the world that you are his and he is yours,but was rather upset when you wouldn’t go public just yet. He was tired of sneaking around to see you and not being able to hold you or just be around you ever.

“princess,please do it I want the world to see that you are mine,and they can’t take you away from me..” *ultimate mochi convincing mode activate*

Jungkook:

He would one hundred and ten percent understand why you are nervous and hesitant to tell his fans that you are together because he also is pretty nervous because he doesn’t want anything to happen to you ,or for you to get hurt.

“Baby it’s okay we aren’t in any rush let’s just take our time”

#bts rapmon #bts #bts jin #hoseok #yoongi #kim taehyung #park jimin #jungkook #bts reactions #btsfanfiction #bts fluff