#*crying* tell me what pink coloured love is about like????

[akkivee]

actually i do have an unpopular hypmic opinion, those homage songs (shinogi, drops, etc) understandably make people uncomfortable but the songs they sample/interpolate from serve a narrative function and i think it’s COOL

[yangkitties]

giving them flowers ✩ skz

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.7k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none, vaguely proofread 😁 synopsis: skz when you give them flowers out of the blue! note: i am so sorry for taking so long with this post, i js got so caught up in so many things 😭 anyways i hope y'all enjoy it <3<3 also abby i hope you're happy its finally out, now plz get out of my walls 😘

Chan: 

cries a little for sure 

the ‘for me? rlly? rlly? rlly?’ kinda guy

kisses you so much like for real

takes the BEST care of the flowers, they survive for a whole two weeks somehow 

even dries and presses them after they wilt and frames them <3 

Disbelief washed over Chan’s face, his brain slowly processing what had just happened. He slowly drunk in the fact that you had brought him a bouquet of flowers, just because you could. 

He watched silently as you presented the flowers to him him. Gingerly taking them from your hands, he observes in awe at the multitude of colours. 

‘Are these really for me?’ He looks up at you with glossy eyes, head tilting to the side. You can only giggle, adoring his cute habits. You lean in to place a chaste kiss on his forehead, your actions speaking more than an essay of reassuring words ever could have.

‘I was walking back home and the bouquet reminded me of you.  I had to get it, it would be a crime if I didn’t.’ 

The simple action warmed Chan’s heart, love and affection coursing through his veins. He hugged you suddenly, nuzzling his head into your neck. You smiled into his hair, enjoying the contact. 

‘I love you, so dearly.’

Minho

dying and crying and wailing on the inside 

he’s so damn grateful, he rlly can’t believe someone loves him like this 

will not admit it, but tears up like 100% 

‘thank you baby, but you’re prettier’ manages to pull an uno reverse and fluster you 😁 

looks at them fondly from the couch

Usually when you picked him up from the airport, Minho could spot your face right from the get go. But today, all he could see was a large bouquet of colourful flowers, accompanied by a sign that read ‘Lee Minho’. As he approached the sign, the flowers shifted to the side to reveal Minho’s favourite view, your smiling face. 

Giggling, he engulfs you in a tight hug. 

’So who are these for, baby?’ He examines the bouquet, observing the bright hues. 

’They’re for you silly!’ You hand him the bouquet and take his back pack from him. He stands agape, shock drawn over his sharp features. 

‘Me.. me??’ His stuttering sends you into a fit of giggles, enjoying the rare moment where you got to see your boyfriend flustered. 

Quickly regaining composure, he pulls you to his side, whispering in your ear, ’The flowers are pretty sweetheart, but they’re not as pretty as you.’ You gently slap his chest, hiding away into his jacket. 

‘Oh, shut up.’

Changbin:

almost dies in a giggling fit 

hugs them so tight the stems almost snap off T-T 

appreciates it more than he can even tell 

picks one out and puts it behind you ears :) 

brags about it to the rest of them what an amazing partner you are

The shock etched on Changbin’s face when you reveal a bouquet to him sends you into a small fit of giggles. Accepting the flowers delicately, he marvels at the colours and types of flowers. 

He smiles, pulling you into a hug. He squeezes, tighter and tighter, afraid his love for you might explode out of him. He whispers, softly against your ear, 

‘I love them so much. So so so much.’ He hugs you tighter, and suddenly, snap. The sharp crunch of the stem of one of the flowers breaking cuts through the confession, startling the both of you. 

‘Oh no… oh man.’ You cautiously examine the bouquet, worried it might fall apart. Changbin quickly identifies the broken flower, carefully picking it out of the bouquet. 

‘Don’t worry baby, now I can do this.’ He deftly tucks the flower behind your ear, brushing away the hair on your face. He admires your face quietly, enjoying the fact that your cheeks are almost as pink as the flower. 

Hyunjin

bawls. a lot. like uncontrollably 👍 bros a bit emosh if you will 

babbles a million thank yous while kissing you 

paints them so he can keep them forever!!

like chan he dries and presses them and makes a pretty craft work with it:) 

makes you a better bouquet in return

When you sent flowers over to Hyunjin’s apartment, you really hoped he’d enjoy them. You knew how much he loved them, and when you saw the most delightfully beautiful bouquet of flowers, you knew you had to buy it for him. 

When you received a photo of the bouquet with the text ‘they’re perfect’, you knew your job was done. 

What you didn’t expect when you returned to the apartment was a painting of the exact bouquet you had given him. In the short time you were away, Hyunjin had managed to set the flowers in a vase and capture their exact likeness on a new canvas. 

‘It’s the prettiest bouquet I’ve ever seen. I just think its beauty should be appreciated forever.’ He smiles simply as he walks over to you, long hands circling your waist. 

He places a chaste kiss against your ear before whispering, 

‘And so should yours.’ 

Jisung

jumping with joy !!

he’s twirling around the room really, he loves them so damn much 

also brags to the members, definitely the happiest of them all 

almost kills them within the first two days but miraculously keeps them alive for a whole week 

smiles until his face hurts every time he sees them 🥰

The pure joy on Jisung’s face was enough to compensate for all the struggles you had to deal with to get a bouquet of flowers for him. 

You watched him as he twirled around the room, practically bouncing off the walls in happiness. The little pink tulips bounced along with him as he ran to you. 

‘THANK YOUUU!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!’ He screeches into your ears, giving you a soul crushing hug. 

But it’s worth it. The near deafness, cracked ribs, and painfully happy grin on your face, becomes insignificant when you watch the gleaming smile on his face as he prances around the room, bursting with bliss. 

Felix

So cute and lovely about it, thanking you continuously !!

Takes like. 1 million pictures. 

Giggles like a school girl because the note says ‘sunshines for my sunshine’ 

Gets you a bouquet of your favourite flowers that very evening 

Now it’s a competition and you keep getting each other bouquets… until the house starts attracting bees so you have to give them all away ☹️

When you heard about Felix bagging another modelling gig, you knew the perfect congratulatory gift would be a bouquet of white lilies. And as expected he loved them. He took about a million photos and gave you a million more kisses.

But what you didn’t expect was that when you got your big promotion, he would gift you with a bouquet of white tulips. Eventually, this started happening back and forth, each of you getting more and more extravagant bouquets for the other. It soon evolved into a symbol of affection and pride, the both of you showering each other in bouquets. 

Sometimes it would be for actual reasons, and other times it was just because you wanted to. Staring at the umpteenth bouquet of the month, you swear your house had no more vases for it. 

‘Lixxie… baby I think we’re all out of vases…’ You exclaim as he laughs, shocked at your behaviour. 

‘Well, I just thinks we love each other so much more than what we can handle.’ He smiles at you, radiant as always.

Seungmin

dies. like. he really thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he sees the bouquet 

so quiet you think he doesn’t like them, but is quick to reassure you 

bros like so damn speechless until you begin to start apologising and suddenly he can’t shut up 

literally will not stop rambling about how grateful he is for them and how much he loves you until you kiss him 

his ears are as red as the roses man he’s so down bad <3 

When you showed up at the restaurant with flowers for him, Seungmin knew he would do nothing short of everything to keep you his. 

With your dazzling smile, and honey sweet voice, you told him that the flowers for him, and in that moment his brain short circuited. A spiral of thoughts danced around his head, almost as chaotic as the butterflies in his stomach. The keyword was almost, because he was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach had done cocaine. 

He watched your smile morph into a frown, lips curling downwards. 

‘Oh… do you not like them? Oh my god wait, are you allergic? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!!’ You frantically tried to remove the bouquet from beside him, afraid of triggering an allergic reaction. Your actions were quickly halted by Seungmin’s slider fingers around your wrist, eyes wide. 

‘NO! No, no I mean no. I love them. SO much… I just. I love them so much I don’t know what to say.’ He smiles softly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently. 

‘I love them, but I definitely don’t love them more than I love you.’ 

Jeongin

becomes a tomato !

bros FLABBERGASTED! giggles and kicks his feet and my god is he blushing

kisses your cheeks a lot he just loves them very much :D 

almost accidentally undoes the bouquet while arranging it, thank god you’re there to help him- 

now he expects one bouquet per week or he WILL pout and whine 😁👍

When Jeongin opens the door after hearing the bell, he expects to see your smiling figure, wearing a stolen hoodie and a bright smile.

Instead, he’s greeted with the sight of the most wonderful bouquet of flowers, a burst of almost every colour in the rainbow. Purples and yellows accompanied by splashes of pink and red greet him, as he gapes in shock, awestricken at the sight before him. 

‘Hi Innie! Are you gonna let me in or am I going to have to stay here the whole day?’ Your voice piques from behind the flowers. 

‘Oh god, yes, come in.. baby, are these.. for me?’ He questions awkwardly, shuffling around to let you in. He takes the flowers from you as you reach up to kiss his cheeks. 

‘Well yes silly, who else am I going to get flowers for?’ You laugh at his stunned face, ears almost as red as the flowers in the bouquet. 

You carefully take the flowers back from him, looking for a vase to place them in. You adore the way he follows you like a lost puppy, smiling fondly at the bouquet in your hands. 

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[lulujeno]

finding out you sleep with a plushie

— nct dream ᡣ𐭩

cw : none! 100% fluff ^^

a/n : my tumblr debut yay! tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so i hope you enjoyyy

mark:

came home late from practice and found you sleeping on the couch with a winnie-the-pooh plushie tucked under your arms

first time seeing you sleep with the plushie despite knowing that you can't sleep without it

takes note of it for future occurrences

going on a flight? road trip? staying at your friends place? he will for sure remind you about the plush

when you forget the plushie at his place he will have it sitting on his bed against a pillow (sometimes 'reading' one of his books)

every time he sees winnie-the-pooh now he will take a quick pic of it to send to you

"yooooo why this lowkey looks like you"

doesn't forget to remind you that you're cuter tho

poor markie was so panicked when he couldn't find the plush after you texted him that you left it at his place

had a whole apology written down knowing how precious it was since its your childhood plushie

promised to buy you the exact same one and is basically crying now because he knows that it won't be able to replace the one you had

luckily he found it under his bed so we're all good!

renjun:

you were taking a nap on his bed when he saw you hugging a duck plushie

takes a quick pic for memories sake (and to tease you about it in the near future)

since then his little notes for you include a small duck doodle on it

"left early for practice 𓅭" "leftovers are in the fridge 𓅿" "goodluck for the interview today 𓅹"

when he's overseas for schedules he'll find something with ducks on it to give to you as a little souvenir

kisses both you and the duck when he sees you asleep after a long day (it calms him down)

would ask who's cuter, him or duckie?

you jokingly say duckie which causes him to nag to your plushie about stealing his partner

ducks are now his new favourite thing to draw (lyric sheets are his no. 1 victim)

when you couldn't find the plush he offers himself as something for you to cuddle with

resulted in him getting smacked and proceeding to help you find the duck

gets sulky after, saying that hes better at cuddling than the "piece of fluff"

you coo at his jealousy over a stuffed toy and cuddle the both of them

jeno:

he arrived at your place a little later than usual and sees you tucked in with a black bunny

he coos at how adorable the sight is and takes a picture to set as one of his many lockscreens of you

noticed that its the bunny he bought for you before he went on tour for tds2

"if you miss me just cuddle the bunny okay? he has black hair like me so it wouldnt be that much of a difference"

obviously cuddling a grown man and a 31cm plushie is different but what can you do when he's halfway across the globe?

also the type to kiss you and your bunny goodnight

caught him doing it one day and now try to stay awake long enough to catch him doing it again

you fail to do so since his schedules always end soooo late f u sm!!

would give your bunny a wash once every few months since the bunny is a representation of him and he takes personal hygiene very seriously! (his words, not yours)

the bunny would have a new ribbon tied to its ears, depending on what colour his hair is this time (always praying for the pink or white ribbon to come back one day)

gets jealous that you cuddle the bunny more than him

you'd get back at him saying that he's the one that bought the bunny

haechan:

could not shut up when he realised that the plushie you couldn't sleep without was a brown bear

teases you to no end because everyone knows the he is the og brown bear

he finds it too cute that you need a mini him to sleep

"awwwh, you're so in love with me that your plushie is basically me"

you tell him that its just a basic bear, theres no deeper meaning to it

you did buy it because it looks like him but he can't know that! the teases will be insufferable

doesn't care if it had another name before hand because it is now haechan jr.

if he sees the plush on the floor he'll pick it up and tuck it under your arms

the type to tell the little guy to take care of you in your sleep

you'd buy a mini version for him to bring around for schedules and tours

gives you updates about mini haechan jr. every second

practice room? recording studio? m/v shoot? fansign? filming 7llin? you will be getting updates!! not missing a single one

would post haechan jr. and mini haechan jr. on his instagram as a soft launch

it's a little too soft but its okay since you both want to keep it on the downlow anyways

jaemin:

found you sleeping one night with a pink bunny hidden under the blanket next to you

was cooing at how cute the sight was

also one to take pics because that's his partner!! why wouldn't he?

had to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks and opted to pat your head instead

will ask about it the next time he sees you and wont stop telling you how cute you are

you left it at his place once and suddenly theres a ribbon on your bunny's ears (i wonder who added it)

caught him having a full on conversation with your bunny a few times damn your bf is weird

basically treats the bunny like his child at this point

will remind you to bring your bunny when going on overnight trips with him

will not stop taking pictures of the bunny (he has a whole file for it on his phone btw)

"aigoooo look how adorable she is"

"awww both my babies look so cute I have to take a pic"

also one to send you pics of things with bunnies on it when on tour, buys it for you too sometimes

his cats loves bitting everything, including your bunny

makes sure that its as far away from luna, lucy, and luke after he caught them trying to bite on it

you're now 100x cuter in his eyes and he wont shut up about it

chenle:

slightly smiled to himself when saw you bring a dumbo plushie the first time you slept over at his face

he bought it so of course you'll be sleeping with it

why dumbo? because he has big ears and you're nosy as hell (his words btw)

you got sulky when you heard the reason and he corrected himself and said that it was because he was a yapper and you're the listener instead

starts calling you dumbo and the plushie dumbo jr. instead

would also ask to pick between him and the plushie

got so offended when you picked dumbo

"i am THE zhong chenle, who wouldn't choose me?"

would replace the plushie with himself after you sleep since he's petty like that, he wouldn't let a stuffed toy win over him

but would also put dumbo in between your arms if he wakes up first in the morning (it's to keep you company while he's cooking breakfast)

sends you pics of daegal and dumbo together like a proud dad

he's still chenle though so dont expect your plushie to get the same dad treatment as jaemin

the type to get you more dumbo related items since dumbo is the only plushie you sleep with

jisung:

his heart melted at the sight of you sleeping on the couch with a hamster plushie squished against your cheeks

if that man wasn't a simp for you already then he is now

needs a few seconds to just admire how cute you were for faling asleep while trying to wait for him to end his schedules

he's not one to bring it up directly, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it from time to time

probably annoys the members (read: chenle) about how adorable his partner is when cuddled up with a plush version of him

he's so down bad but you can't blame him for being in love

took him a few nights to realise that its the plushie he bought for you when you visited him during smtown live in tokyo

got so shy and couldn't contain his smile when he realised it

would ask you if you've given the hamster a name yet and when you said you haven't he suggested 'hamster'

you don't have the heart to tell him how corny it is so you agree to it

you both are down bad!!!!

if he sees the hamster on the floor he'll dust off any possible dust before tucking it under your arms again

takes a picture to make it last longer

you leave the plush at his place on accident once

send you a message saying that he can't believe you just forgot your son like that

takes a pic of him cuddling the hamster to show that he is being taken care of no ones focusing on the doll when his hands are right there

[ellecdc]

Okay, it is way easier to be your authentic self on the internet with strangers so plz no judgment 👍

But I was hoping to put in a request, which is entirely up to you to do, obviously. I started my period this week and it's really the only time I feel like not myself (I don't have any of those specific gender-neutral boxers so I have to wear panties cause I use pads sorry if that's tmi) So I wanted to request a piece with Darksun comforting a non-binary reader during their period? With like the dysphoria and all that?

Sorry if this is ranty, I don't talk about my gender on here much cause it truly terrifies me but I trust you. (I've also spent the last two days crying while trying to pick out clothes for work. I'm going through it in the most first world problems way I can apparently and I feel silly for it)

Anyway! Sorry again for the rant, I'm nervous and over-explaining. Hope you have a great day!

first of all, thank you for trusting me [I hope I did this request justice, please tell me if I did not]. secondly, thanks for your patience seeing as you sent this back in July 🥺

poly!darksun x non-binary!reader who's on their period [876 words]

CW: non-sexual nudity, discussion of gendered clothing and society, body & gender-identity dysphoria, my first attempt at a non-binary reader so please let me know if I've mucked it up at all

You felt heavy; your shoulders ached, you were bloated, it took all the strength you had just to lift your legs to climb the stairs up to James’ dormitory (why did this school have so many sodding stairs!?) and your head felt like it was quickly filling with cotton as a migraine threatened to take over.

All you wanted to do was fall into James’ bed, maybe curl up in one of his quidditch jumpers, and force Barty to act as your weighted blanket for the next foreseeable future.

So by the time you’d finally made it up to James’ dorm room to hear him and Barty snickering to one another, you felt tears prick at your eyes believing that your dreams of cuddles and jumpers were all for naught. 

“Hurry up, they’re going to be here any minute.” You heard Barty hiss.

“Barty, I’m moving as fast as I can but- fuckin hells, Merlin and Morgana both; no wonder they’re so tetchy right now. This is a torture device.” 

“It’s not a torture device, they’re knickers.”

“They ought to be banned.” James grumbled. “How come you got the comfortable ones?” 

“Green really is more my colour, James. Besides, you look great in pink.”

James let out a sigh that sounded like agreement before he groaned again. “Where’d the string go?” 

You heard Barty chuckling.

“Barty, where’d the string go? Stop sodding laughing! Where’d it go?” 

You slowly - cautiously - pushed the door to the dormitory open to expose both of your boyfriends standing in the middle of the room, each in a pair of your more feminine knickers and a jumper each.

“What in the actual fuck is going on right now?” You deadpanned as you let your bookbag fall from your shoulder and hit the ground with a thud.

James had the grace to look somewhat abashed, but Barty simply turned and beamed at you. “There you are, my lovely Treasure! How was your day?” He asked as if he wasn’t standing half-naked in women’s underwear. 

“Terrible. Barty, what are you wearing?”

Barty looked at you like he was genuinely confused by your question. “What? This?” He said as he plucked at his Slytherin jumper. “It’s my favourite jumper.” 

“Uh huh…and the panties?” You continued.

“Well, it’s not really my style to go commando under my uniform, Treasure.” He scoffed.

When it became clear you weren’t getting anywhere in this conversation with Barty, you turned your sights on James. 

“What are you doing in..my knickers?” You asked, more than a tad reluctant to take ownership of an article of clothing that left you feeling horribly dysphoric. 

“Well…I- we just figured, I don’t know, maybe you’d like some camaraderie?” 

“Camaraderie?”

“Well, s’no fair that you have to be uncomfortable all on your own.” He mumbled awkwardly, and you felt your heart squeeze at the sentiment. 

“I think they look good on us, no?” Barty asked as he gave you a spin whereas James simply crossed his legs and looked at you worriedly.

“I, erm, I don’t want to turn around. I-”

“It’s okay, Jamie.” You let out with a sigh as you made your way over to him. “You two didn’t have to do this for me.” You murmured into James’ jumper where he had you cradled against his chest.

“We know that; of course we know we didn’t have to do this for you.” Barty agreed readily. “But you’re our sweetheart, and we love doing things for you.”

“We hate that you don’t feel like your best self when you get your period.” 

You grumbled as you rubbed your face into James’ chest as if you could physically burrow your way into his sternum. “I don’t think anyone feels like their best self when they get their period.” You argued.

Barty let out a noncommittal hum as you heard him shuffling behind you. “No, but we understand that it causes you some extra hurt, Tres.” 

At Barty’s soft tone, you turned to see him pulling back the sheets of James’ bed and holding one of James quidditch jumpers - no, your favourite of James’ quidditch jumpers - though he paused when he saw your face emerge from James’ chest and shot you a sympathetic smile. 

“I know…it’s different, and I know that this isn’t really what it’s about, but…us stepping into ‘feminine’ underwear doesn’t make either of us any less of a boy.” James started slowly. “In the same way that putting them on doesn’t make you any more of a girl.” 

“Society might say otherwise, but knickers aren’t boys or girls…they’re just cotton.” Barty added, and you couldn’t help but huff a laugh at that.

“Speak for yourself, Barty…” James grumbled as he shifted awkwardly. “Pretty sure mine are made out of devil’s snare; I still don’t know where that string has gone.”

“I love you, both of you.” You blurted; James tightening his hold on you and Barty making a sweet cooing sound from behind you. 

“We love you too, angel.”

“It’s true, I never went through this much trouble to help Reg feel better about his periods.” Barty added solemnly as he plopped down on James’ bed and patted the mattress. “Now come on, I plan to rot in this bed alongside you for the next foreseeable future.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Clover: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Tagging: @1-fuzzy-squirrels @nerdypinupcrystal @babygirl8900 @roxannz

When John Dutton’s entire herd dies in Pasture Nine it’s you that’s called out to deliver the medical assessment. He wants everything documented, the ‘I’s dotted and the ‘T’s crossed because when he tracks down the person who murdered his animals he’s going to do everything he can to fuck up their shit. Legally and otherwise.

“Bloat.” You tell them as you kneel over the calf that you delivered a couple of weeks ago, the one that Jimmy’s just finished hand rearing. “Probably from all the fucking clover some asshole tossed into the field.”

There’s an anger in your voice, a rage that simmers underneath the surface. Rip feels it too because he raised these animals, cared for them and finding three hundred and twenty six of them asphyxiated in a field is fucking harrowing.

You’re washing up in the sink of the barn when he catches up with you, scrubbing your hands in the scalding hot water with an old nail brush. They’re raw already, a vibrant shade of pink that contrasts against the hue of your skin.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He murmurs as he leans over and turns off the water before picking up the hand towel and patting your hands dry.

He knows what you’re trying to do but washing away the death, the decay, it ain’t that simple. You’ve been closed off ever since you left the pasture, shuttered. You hadn’t said a word the entire ride back but the devastation, it rolls off you in waves.

He tosses the towel onto the workbench and you turn your head away because you don’t want him to see that weakness in you, that vulnerability.

“Hey now.” He whispers, clasping your chin and guiding your gaze back to his. “Don’t hide from me.”

You’re crying and that’s the thing that you don’t want him to see. His lips brush over your cheeks chasing away the tears as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. He knows that you’re thinking about that calf, the one whose face you cradled between your hands after it was born. There had been such joy in you in that moment and Rip, he couldn’t help but smile.

His world had been a dark place before you came along. Harsh, cold, unrelenting, the same could be said about him. All of that has changed after you, the edges are softer, the colours brighter, there’s a lightness in his chest he hasn’t felt in years.

Seeing you like this, it feels like someone’s reached into his chest and torn his heart right out.

“We’ll get the people responsible.” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I promise you that.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[babyleostuff]

it's been... a week 😭

this is my first time actually sending any request to anyone- thank you for all of your amazing work and for bringing joy to the community 🫶 !

could i request little drabble of a few members (of your choice!) and different ways they'd comfort their bestfriend (or s/o)?

thank u sm for your consideration, the soft hours are hitting 🥹🥹🥹

i'm so happy you enjoy my work, and i'm more than happy to write some comfort drabbles for you 🫶

svt comforting their s/o

➼ includes: seungcheol, jeonghan, jihoon, seokmin, chan

seungcheol

the cold wind brushed your hair away from your face, as you wrapped the blanket more securely around your body. “here, take this one too,” seungcheol said, as he came up from behind carrying a third blanket. if it was up to him, he’d most likely bundle you up in ten of them. 

“honey, i’ve already got two, i promise i’m not cold anymore,” he pouted at your words, kissing the top of your head. “just want you to be comfortable.” you pulled one of your arms out of your blanket burrito, making grabby hands at him. if not, seungcheol would probably keep running between the kitchen, your bedroom, and the balcony where you were sitting to make sure that you had everything you needed. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked, wrapping the third blanket around himself and you, pulling your body securely to his side.

with one arm around your shoulders, and the other holding your hand under the blanket, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, nudging it with his nose. 

you just shook your head, and scooted closer to him, enjoying the warmth coming from his body. or was it just those three blankets?

jeonghan

“pink or purple?” jeonghan raised up two ribbons in your favourite colours. you thought for a second, before grabbing the purple one. “at the last concert you had pink hair pins, now let's do something with purple.” you sat more comfortably on the sofa, tilting jeonghan’s head as he sat between your legs, so you had better access to his hair. 

when you came home looking like you were about to cry, jeonghan knew exactly what he should do to put a smile back on your face again. he quickly pecked you cheek, before telling you to sit on the couch, and disappearing in your bedroom, just to reappear a few seconds later with your bag of hair accessories that you sometimes used on him too. 

“tell me if i pull too hard,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “you never pull too hard, ” jeonghan said gently, matching the quietness of your apartment.

“i’m not sure if i’ve told you this before, but i love it when you play with my hair,” you giggled, remembering all of the times he made sure you knew just how much he liked getting his hair done by you.

jihoon

“come here,” jihoon scooted to the outer side of his piano stool and patted the space, making room for you. he stopped playing some time ago, his fingers lingering on the keys, probably having a hard time figuring the next note for the song. you were too deep into your thoughts to notice that though, your body present, but mind not so much. 

to say that this had been a hard week would be an understatement, and so you ran away to one of the few places you knew you’d find some comfort - the universe factory. the second you stepped through the door, jihoon pulled a blanket around your shoulders, ushering you to the sofa. he didn’t ask what had happened - he knew that if you wanted to talk about it you would, so he just settled for sitting by the piano, giving you some space he knew you needed. 

“hm?” you raised your head from that one spot you had been looking at the whole time. “come here,” jihoon repeated. “i don’t want to distract you,” you said, not noticing that he had been distracted for a very long time now. how could he focus on anything when he knew you were sad and there was nothing he could do about it? “just… come here, please,” he pleaded. 

you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, and took the place next to jihoon. he put his hand on your cheek, guiding your head to his shoulder, so you could rest there, as one of your arms found its way around his waist, pressing your body closer to his. his fingers glided gently over the piano keys. 

“hug or don’t wanna cry?” “hug,” you whispered. 

seokmin

“popcorn?” check.

“drinks?” check.

“wearing comfy clothes?” check 

earlier that day, when you came home teary eyed, seokmin swore his heart broke a little seeing you so upset, and he promised himself he’d do everything in his power to cheer you up a bit. and what could be better than a movie night?

you get to eat all of the yummy food, and he gets to cuddle you. a win-win situation. 

“baby, can you just bring a hoodie for me?” you asked. “i think it’s getting a bit chilly.” your boyfriend nodded, and quickly disappeared in the hallway leading to your bedroom. you made yourself comfortable on the couch, amongst the pillows and blankets that seokmin place there. “it’ll be more cosy, then,” he insisted. 

“here you go, love,” he said, handing you the hoodie. and not just any hoodie - it was the one seokmin would always leave behind when he was away for work, or overseas for concerts.

you smiled up at him, and pulled it over your head, getting welcomed by the familiar warmth and smell of his cologne.

chan

you knew baking with chan would be a very bad idea, but it seemed so perfect when he proposed to make your favourite chocolate cake two hours ago - now your kitchen was covered in flour and cocoa. 

“do you think i’ve added the right amount, baby?” chan asked, clearly confused by the recipe. “i think we stopped adding the right amount of stuff like an hour ago,” you shrugged, looking over his shoulder into the bowl.

you had a shitty day that day, and it didn’t help that you were supposed to meet with your boyfriend for a date you had planned a long time ago, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to come. so, instead chan showed up at your doorstep with a bunch of ingredients, and your favourite hoodie of his. 

was your boyfriend a bad cook? yes. was he an even worse baker? definitely - but that didn’t stop you from trying. and it definitely took your mind off of your bad day. 

“wait, you’ve got butter on your nose channie,” you held his jaw gently between your fingers, cleaning the mess on his face, his eyes staying on you for the whole time.

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Your mama’s crying

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x daughter reader

Warning: death, angst, Ian Doyle, depression, Ian calling reader by her “name”

It had been seven months…

Seven months since your mother had passed, your best friend had died at the hands of your father Ian Doyle. Seven months of losing yourself and recreating a new version of who you once were, everything had changed once she left, even me.

I couldn't bare looking into the mirror to stare at the dark eyes, raven hair that I mourned the loss of so I dyed it. Pink. Purple. Blue. Green. Red. Before settling on a beautiful Blonde that she would've loved. I swapped my glasses for coloured contacts, it hurt to see the ghost of my mother in myself.

Seven months and yet it felt like seven years..

The first day had begun a month after mum had passed, I was curled in her bed my face smothered in her blankets that were slowly loosing her scent. Morgan had burst into the room throwing my gym clothes at me telling me to get ready, we ran ten kilometres that day only stopping at the lookout on the hill to yell out our frustrations at the world.

It became a routine of sorts and sometimes Penelope would join us although she couldn’t keep up with us as often. It was okay. We would be okay, Sergio clung to me more as the months grew almost as if he just knew.

I sat with Derek on the roof, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulders as we spoke "I miss her" I whispered curling myself into him more. "Me too, miniP' he kissed my head before resting his cheek on it"me too he repeated sadly "she'd be proud of you, you know that right?" | nodded biting my lip.

I hope she would be

Although I wanted revenge

I had graduated university top of my class with the team cheering me on in the crowd, how was I to see those two guilty faces. It hurt my mother not being in the front row like she was meant to but I imagined she had been.

My father loved me in a strange way

The team thought it best to use me as the bait to catch him, I called him to a cafe just a quiet one that I had visited him before at. Staring at him I felt nothing, his face was blank “whats the softest way to say you took away my friend, my buddy?. Whats the kindest way to say you took away my friend?”.

“You wouldn’t understand Alora” he whispered “so help me understand father” hopefully the team should walk in any moment. “It was simply fate my dear, we have a past” fate? Fate took my mother? My heart had shattering once more.

I wanted to scream and cry, throw anything available at him but I was just so numb and maybe he knew that as he leaned over. Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before the team burst in “Je t'aime Y/n” he whispered I love you Y/n “Adieu père” I whispered. Goodbye father

How dare he simply call it fate

“Elle m'a enlevé ma fille”

She took my daughter away

I was bound to him, mum was bound to him

I was his daughter

It was all a blur as he was arrested, I had become numb but I knew I hated France it would never be the same I’m not sure Virginia could be the same anymore.

I never went home that day, finding myself at Penelope’s front doorstep tears streaming down my face. Her arms had become home I wondered if my mother would be disappointed in me- of who I had become.

“Oh my sweetheart”

I wished I could’ve told her sooner about my adoration for women of my harboured feelings for an older blonde that I had no chance with. I had an internship with the bau while I found a job that I actually wanted, I had plans just as my mother once had.

We had been called into the conference room, I stood near the back “everyone take a seat” Hotch sighed as JJ stood beside him. "7 months ago I made a decision that affected this Team." he said, and I knew immediatly that this was about mum.

"As you know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. The doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfilitration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know." he said and I felt sick to my stomach.

"She stayed there until she was well enough to travel, she was reassigned to Paris where she was given several different identities which we had no access to for her security." He goes on.

"She's alive?" Penelope asked.

"But we buried her..." Reid says hurt.

I had buried my mother

I had buried my mother

Yet she had walked into the room with a smile on her face as if these seven months had never existed, I had buried my mother for nothing. These seven months had been a lie, all the words JJ and Aaron said had been lies all those tender hugs and kisses were full of guilt.

I couldn’t help but leave quickly as mum made her way around the team giving out hugs unaware she had watched me go. I couldn’t be there, I couldn’t be in that room not with everyone so happy to have her back, I grieved my mother.

I mourned someone who wasn’t dead

Maybe it was selfish of me but I left the team that day, finally moved my things out of my mothers apartment now that she was back. I ignored her calls so angry she could do such a thing the same went with Aaron and JJ, how could they? my mother?.

The team had called me often saying how my mother had been crying, her sobs begging for me and maybe in some sick way she knew just how I had felt.

I laid with my head in Penelopes lap as I sobbed, her soothing hands running through my hair “I know it’s hard right now Y/n but maybe it would be a good thing if you started talking to her again”.

“I’m just so scared Pen”

“And thats okay baby cakes”

It wouldn’t be another two weeks before I worked up the courage to talk to her, Rossi was hosting a part while I had arrived with the blonde. Mum made her way beside me “I’m proud of you Y/n” she slowly placed a hand on my shoulder.

She took a deep breath in tears already staining her waterline “and I’m sorry, if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve but Aaron had said no. I asked them everyday about you and I’m sorry I couldn’t be here I’m sorry, I put my little girl through all this pain”

She moved her hands to cup my face “my baby girl, and when you graduated Uni. I made sure Aaron got me a clip of you. I never once stopped thinking about you, Mon cher I love you”

“And I am so so proud of you” the warmth of her lips pressed against my forehead cemented she was real “I’m sorry mama” I cried. “I was just so angry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” she pulled me into her chest rocking us gently side by side.

After a while she chuckle causing me to look up confused “you and Garcia?” She smirked with a raised brow

[brandogenius]

more julien and femme gf pleaseeeeeee

‼️RPF‼️

HC - julien x femme gf (short)

- reader loves to do makeup on jb. often times she’ll grab her makeup pallet and apply some eyeliner on jb “you look so beautiful”

- painting each others nails like a girly sleepover. “tell me the drama on tour” reader says as she paints julien’s nails a nice pastel pink

- “honey you don’t understand. this is the latest purse- of course i’m going to need to buy it”

- very passionate about her outfits.

- “what?” “why are you wearing a dress and heels. baby we’re going shopping” “i need to look my best.”

- julien picks out your new design / colour for your nail appointment.

- “croquette?” coquette darling. not potatoes”

- window shopping but julien treating reader to some heels they saw in the window

- julien surprises reader with their dream bag for their bday and it has reader CRYING”

- reader likes tulips so julien always buy reader tulips ( even fake ones)

- jb tries to win reader plushie everytime they go to the theme parks and arcades, reader having a little collection of bears that jb had won for her :’)

- they name the bears together and think of backstories

- “these two are lesbians. they are also married and own 3 cats” “perfect”

[magewritesstories]

[ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ] ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

summary: just a simple one-shot of your life before Megumi went to Jujutsu Tech tw: implied fem!reader but no pronouns are used note: listen, gojo has a chokehold on me but domestic!gojo? ooohh boy words: 811 (it's pretty short) jujutsu kaisen masterlist

YOU BROWSE THE ISLE BOREDLY. Some old Ed Sheeran song playing over the low-quality speaker of the grocery store as your eyes scour the colourful array of cereal boxes in front of you.

It had been an annoying experience this morning, waking up to find not only all the Captain Crunch cereal but also the instant coffee gone.

Usually Gojo does all the grocery shopping (which leads to an unequal ratio of healthy- to junkfoods.) But he's out on a mission and you can't survive without coffee.

So, here you are, trying to find a good cereal.

You could just get Captain Crunch, but Megumi complained about it last time so that was a no-go.

"You should get that one," A feminine voice spoke up as you were reading the label of a bright pink box.

You turn around to face the unfamiliar voice. "Excuse me?"

An elder woman, maybe ten years older than you, holds up a dark green box with what seems to be the picture of a monkey and chocolate shells.

"This cereal—it's more nutritious but my kids love it because it tastes like chocolate."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You question, a little taken aback. The woman's smile falters a little and suddenly you think you've made a mistake. Had you met her at a parent-teacher conference, maybe?

But thankfully she quickly reassures you. "Oh, no sorry, I'm Saori Aino," She introduces, maneuvering past her cart to shake your hand, "I live in apartment 107. I suppose I got a little ahead of myself there."

"Ah, okay, it's alright," You reply quickly, smiling somewhat awkwardly as you shake her hand, "I'm Y/N L/N."

The woman nods as she hands you the box of cereal, letting out a soft giggle. "Oh, I know. My son goes to the same middle-school as your daughter—tells me how Tsumiki can never shut up about how amazing you are."

The comment makes you go a little red as you smile, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, honestly we're all dying to meet you—you should swing by a PTA meeting some time," Saori replies, "I know all the other parents would love to meet you. Bring your husband too!"

Before you can reply that technically Satoru isn't your husband yet, Saori continues excitedly. "Actually, the spring dance is coming up, and we need volunteer chaperones."

"Oh, uhm, I suppose I could check my schedule..." You reply, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

"That's great!" She replies, clasping her hands together excitedly before checking her watch, "Ah, I should really get going and make dinner but think about what I said. And don't be shy to ask for a favour every now and then, we parents should stick together, right?"

Saori doesn't give you the time to reply as she quickly walks off with a small wave. Leaving you standing there with a box of cereal in your hand, wondering what had just happened.

You're lazing on the couch—halfheartedly listening to the protagonist of the movie monologue—when Satoru get home that night.

He leans over the back of the couch, watching along for a couple of minutes before jumping over it and plopping down next to you.

You quickly wing your legs over his lap as he takes of his blindfold, tiredly resting your head on his shoulder.

"How'd the mission go?"

"As always, it was a walk in the park."

You playfully roll you eyes at his bragging tone. "How was it here? Anything exciting happen?" Satoru asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he relaxes.

"Nothing special, just ran some errands, helped Tsumiki with math—at least I think I did, pretty sure we were both crying about the primitive at some point."

Then you suddenly remember your interaction at the store. "Oh, and I think I'm officially a part of the neighbourhood mom association."

Gojo peels his eyes away form the glowing screen, "What?"

"Yeah, I was grocery shopping today—because somebody finished all the coffee and didn't bother to restock—" He feigns an innocent face at that—"And one of the moms that lives in the building walked up to me."

He raises a brow at the statement. "She started talking 'bout how the PTA would love to have us join them, they need chaperones for Tsumiki's spring dance, and how we shouldn't be shy and ask for help if we need it, etc."

"Congratulations," He replies sarcastically, grinning at the proud smile on your face. You nod, "I think I deserve to be recognized as a parent after putting up with you and Megumi."

Satoru just rolls his eyes playfully.

"Oh and by the way, everyone thinks you're my husband."

He lets out a laugh at that statement, placing a sloppy kiss on you cheek, "Yeah, I should probably get on that, huh?"

"Probably."

[klausysworld]

Hi, your writing about how a yandere reader kidnapped Klaus is quiet interesting and this gave me an idea: how about a scenario where a yandere reader kidnapped a yandere Klaus? Like where reader faked Klaus to believe she was innocent and sweet but in fact she was just obsessive and possessive as he was, so she kidnapped him to protect him from being hurt by his enemies? Thanks a lot.

(Readers gonna be a witch cuz I doubt a human could kidnap him by themselves)

Power Play

He started it.

He was the one who started following me, not the other way around. He wanted to know more about me, know where I live and how involved I was with the ‘save Elena gang’. He wanted to stand outside my house and watch me like he didn’t know I left my curtains open on purpose.

It was all him.

It isn’t my fault that his obsession brought on mine.

He was just so possessive and jealous and damaged and desperate for love, I couldn’t just ignore him.

I wanted him so I took him. Just more gradually than maybe I would like.

I had to entice him first. Once I realised he had chosen me, I needed to find out why.

I didn’t really get in the way of his plans and kept relatively quiet whenever the others were planning anything and to Klaus that mean that I was innocent in the situation and didn’t like to hurt people. Partly true but it was more that I couldn’t be bothered.

But I was happy to play the innocent victim if that’s what he wanted.

All I had to do was have him find me crying over a boy and he was all over me, telling me I was too good for a common fool and that ‘a little witch like me’ should be with someone much more powerful to keep me safe.

The feel of his arms around me was perfect and I knew I would need it more. I could hear his breath hitch as I hugged him back tightly, his hand ran through my hair making us both sigh before inevitably having to pull away.

He kissed my forehead and I kissed his cheek before we both parted, each of us with a smile on our faces for very similar reasons.

That night when he stood outside my house I decided to give him more of a show, leaving the curtains open after my shower and sitting by my window as I rubbed cream onto my bare legs.

It was so easy to wind him up, showing him any amount of my skin had him immediately as close as he was allowed without it being suspicious.

Walking around in my mini skirt and tight cropped top always had him approaching me, his arm fining its way around my waist as he pulled me to him

“You look gorgeous today sweetheart” he would compliment while staring any others who looked my way down.

“Oh, thank you, I liked the colours” i mumbled while smiling up at him making his lips upturn and him to nod

“So do I”

Though I knew his attention was truly more focused on my legs and cleavage, not that I minded.

Occasionally he would request a spell or two from me but I pretended I wasn’t very good at all. Which earned me lessons from him

“A pretty little witch like you should know how to defend herself, how about we start with something simple hm?” He placed a candle in-front of me and although I could easily light a thousand of them alight, I made a struggle out off it and made myself appear frustrated and upset so he would bring comfort and words of encouragement.

Once I had it lit he was over the moon, spinning me in his arms and kissing the corner of my mouth before bringing a beginners spell book over and allowing me to choose one to try next.

I knew if I got too good or confident then he would feel threatened, he didn’t like powerful things, he liked people to be weaker and sweeter than him.

So I was just that. Even took to baking to make appear as though I had some basic human hobbies, I would bring him biscuits and cakes when we had my lessons and each time he tried a new one he threw a fuss over it.

When he started gifting me little flowy dresses I knew he thought me to be an angel. Diamond necklaces and pearl earrings always being presented to me wrapped in pink ribbons. White was his favourite colour on me

“The colour of innocence and purity my love, it’s perfect for your beauty”

“There must be something I can buy you?” I offered with a smile but he shook his head

“Your baked treats are all I need” he murmured

“Surely you desire something else? Anything?” I questioned and he shifted in his seat, clearly thinking something a little more than a normal gift. “How about my blood?” I tilted my head and his eyes widened

“Love-“

“No I insist, you can drink from me, I don’t mind” I gave him my wrist and watched the hesitation on his face. “Please? It’s my thank you to you…for being so generous and caring for me” I whispered and his eyes softened

“Alright…you tell me if you feel dizzy or if it hurts okay?” He checked and I nodded.

The second his teeth were in me I knew he was hooked, the moan that left him said enough as the veins danced beneath his eyes and he swallowed my blood down like an addict.

It drove his obsession through the roof and he found himself needing it more and more. As soon as I was offering he was latched onto my arm just like I had expected.

It was all too easy to have him feel like he saved me. Just had to put myself in a couple risky positions for him to swoop in and suddenly he never wanted to leave my side.

Only downside was it was hard to have any time when he wasn’t watching me to plan my attack on him.

So I had to move slow, unbearably slow. But eventually I had it set up. Turns out the Lockwoods have more than one underground cellars and they’re hidden all around.

I chose one furthest out in the woods and told him I had planned something special for us. Of course he probably expected a date of sorts, most likely didn’t think I would be kidnapping him.

I felt a little bad when I stabbed him in the back with a high concentration of wolfsbane and vervain but at the same time it was for the best. The group were planning to kill him and for once their planned actually sounded promising and I didn’t like that. It was more risky to let them go through with it than for me hide him. Besides it’s only temporary…

Lets say he wasn’t too pleased to wake up in chains, apparently it wasn’t one of his kinks,yet.

But really I think he was more upset that I wasn’t the sweet little flower that he thought I was.

His first question was who enchanted the chains but he knew. He just didn’t want it to be true.

“Sweetheart I don’t understand…if you had all this…power why hide it from me? Why do this now?” He gestured to the cage he trapped in.

“The Salvatores have another plan. But this one was a little too promising and I couldn’t risk them getting you.” I told him with a weak smile, still keeping my distance so he couldn’t get too mad

“So you have me here…so they don’t kill me?” He trailed a little confused and I nodded

“Yes and because…I love you and you aren’t very good at keeping yourself safe” I mumbled and he blinked right back at me. I could feel my face getting a little hotter and I glanced to the exit

“Y/n…I love you too, let me out and we can talk about this a little more…well humanly” he muttered with a small and somewhat nervous chuckle.

I sighed as I looked him over, I knew he was trying his best to keep his anger in check and I was beginning to feel a little bad but I was in the right. And it’s not like he wasn’t going to do the same thing to me, I watched him too difference was that he didn’t know it.

“I will…soon just after everything has cooled down okay? Everything’s gonna be just fine. You don’t have to worry, you can drink from me or blood bags, you have a mattress and pillow, blankets. What else do you need? I got the fairy lights so it’s not dark. Books, I even got you some canvases and artsy stuff. This place is temporary, just relax for a moment and I’m gonna be back really soon okay?” I had gotten closer to him as I spoke and my hand cupped his face gently.

“You’re leaving? Love, you can’t leave me down here!?” He grabbed my wrist firmly but not painfully however he was still incredibly weak so I easily got out of his grip.

“I have to make sure everyone believes you’ve left” I whispered while leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “I can’t have anyone looking for you”

“Y/n, don’t leave me” he murmured, his forehead pressed to mine making me sigh softly

“It’s not for long klaus, I promise”

“If you love me…you wont do this to me” he mumbled and I hummed

“You act as though you don’t have a room ready in your basement ready for me”

He pulled his head back and frowned at me “how on earth do you know that?”

“Do you think I don’t see you outside my window?” I whispered and his eye’s darkened

“You watch me too?”

“Mhm except I actually go inside, I don’t just wait in the garden”

He stared at me for a moment before a small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips “you truly are something else aren’t you sweetheart?” He muttered, the backs of his fingers brushed over my cheek. “What is it you want me to do love?”

“Just stay here until it’s safe…maybe we’ll go somewhere else after, somewhere real far away so it’s just us”

“Okay…how about we start looking, after you go secure your plan?” He kissed my neck softly and smiled down at me

“We can take Elena, for your hybrids if you really want” I whispered hoping if he was just lying to trap me back, I could sway his decisions.

“Nonsense, my hybrids don’t like me anyway, I’d rather just have you my love”

I just hoped it was true, not that it mattered, if he didn’t then I’d just have to get better security measures.

[moremaybank]

hiiii! i can’t explain how excited i am to request this so here we go!

Y/N is dating Elijah. One day she goes baby shopping with him to get sister’s newborn some clothes. Whilst there, she gushes on about children (her period ended days ago and but her hormones are going haywire). Days later she drops the clothes at her sister’s place and holds her niece (Elijah is with her). Y/N notices how natural he looks with a baby so it turns her on, that evening in bed back at home, she points this out to him. She says he knows they can’t have kids but she’d enjoy trying anyways, he admits he has a breeding kink….the rest is up to you. 💋

BABY FEVER — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

summary seeing elijah doting on your baby niece excites you in more ways than one

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, choking, edging, dirty talk/language, imprint, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, anal play, a dash of oral sex (f. receiving), let me know if i missed any

author's note she's a biggie. i hope you i made you proud with this, bestie😘 @amournoir

elijah masterlist

“sweetheart, please do not cry."

elijah used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek as you peered down at the large selection of infant-sized onesies in front of you.

“i can’t help it. look how tiny this onesie is, ‘lijah,” you pouted, holding up the one you picked out for elijah to see. "'i'm not spoiled...my auntie just loves me.' it's perfect. help me grab one in every colour they offer."

it had been a week since your sister gave birth to her bundle of joy, gifting you a gorgeous little niece by the name of avery. you'd never had your own niece or nephew to spoil rotten, so when you heard your sister was pregnant, you were over the moon.

you'd forced elijah to join you on your mission to the baby store — not that he could ever say no to you — and all you'd done since you two had arrived was gush over any item your gaze landed on. the minuscule-sized pink frilly socks, the baby dresses adorned with silk bow sashes, the flower headbands...the list goes on. if it weren't for elijah bringing you back down to earth every five minutes, you were sure you'd be buying the entire store.

you tried. you tried so hard to resist, but you couldn't help it. the thought of those chubby little baby rolls, their adorable gummy smiles, how peaceful they look when they sleep, that delectable newborn baby smell...it was all too much, and it sent your hormones (and ovaries) that were already short-circuiting thanks to your recently-ended period, into overdrive.

"how many articles of clothing could a newborn need? she will outgrow all of them in three weeks' time."

"hush. i want her to have a selection," you argued, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand in warning. "honestly, you should be counting your blessings. if this were our baby, every baby store in the state would be cleared out. you know i like to be prepared."

elijah smiled at that because he knew you were only kidding, but in the back of his mind, he began to worry that somewhere down the line, his lack of the ability to give you a baby of your own would be something that drove you two apart. he loved you with every fibre of his being and wanted to provide you with everything. but a part of that everything just wasn't feasible — at least not in the traditional way. and to make matters worse, his younger brother klaus had been able to do the impossible without even trying. it was enviable.

he decided to shake it off, telling himself that he shouldn't be stressing out over a topic that hadn't been brought up. you'd always believed in the good, and in turn, you'd helped him believe in it too.

"darling, she's only been a part of the human population for a week now, i don't believe that picking out what onesie she's going to wear will be high on her priority list."

you frowned at him, handing him another onesie to place inside your nearly-full shopping cart. "it doesn't matter. i'm her aunt. it's my job to shower her with whatever she wants for the rest of her life. it's that simple, my love," you told him before you walked ahead of him over to the baby books.

elijah followed you while pushing the cart, always the one to do what he was told when it came to you. to be quite honest, there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for you.

"as much as i believe you to be going a tad overboard, i do adore how big your heart is."

you smiled in return, "i know this is all a bit much, i'm just...enthusiastic. besides hope, i've never had a niece or nephew before. i just want to make sure i'm doing this whole 'aunt' thing justice."

"you're a remarkable aunt to hope, and you're going to be just as exceptional of an aunt — if not more — to avery," elijah reassured you, his hands finding your face as he tilted it downwards. his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead to seal the deal.

"you really think so?"

"i know so."

-

"so, how's the mom life treating you so far?" you questioned, looking over at your sister from your seat in her kitchen. her eyes were set on elijah, who was doting on avery in a matter of ten seconds. just one look at her, and he was putty in her little infant hands. and by god, was it a sight.

"it's...a lot. i mean, i'm responsible for a whole other human life now. it's kinda crazy if you think about it. and it can be pretty gruelling at times. but on the other hand, i've never felt so much love. there's something about holding the life you created in your hands. it's awfully cheesy, but there is truly nothing like it."

you watched the stars behind your sister's eyes and how bright they shined at the mere thought of her daughter. she was filled to the brim with love for her child, and it was a great look on her. you knew it wasn't the same thing, but that's exactly how you looked when you spoke about elijah. you trusted that you felt that same tenderness and utter devotion toward him, that you would go to the greatest lengths just to see him smile.

but now...seeing elijah — strong, noble, and powerful elijah — holding a product of the miracle of life in his hands, watching him as he held your niece in his arms like she were the most precious gem he had ever come across...it made your heart soar even further than you'd ever thought possible. it also caused a fluttering sensation in your core as you took notice of how natural elijah's paternal instincts came to him.

he bounced her lightly in his arms, beaming down at her as he did so. avery's eyes were closed shut, but her mouth mirrored him, giving him a sleepy replica of his smile. she stretched her body, settling into elijah's hold a bit further, and her tiny hand slowly raised up to touch his face. elijah visibly melted, eyes sparkling as he looked over at you from his place in the living room.

your sister interrupted your thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of your face. "earth to y/n. dude, hello?"

"oh, uh — sorry. what were you saying?"

"i asked you why you felt the need to go and spend over three hundred dollars on baby paraphernalia for an infant," she replied, giving you a look. "i knew you were going to go crazy over becoming an aunt, but there was no way i could have prepared for this."

your brows furrowed and you threw a puzzled look her way, "how do you know how much i spent?"

"you let the receipt in the bag, dumbass."

you winced, running a hand over your face. "i swear i told elijah to remind me to take it out of the bag before we came."

"well, you didn't. sucks to suck. but since you brought up elijah..." she trailed off, giving you a suggestive look before her gaze moved over to your boyfriend's.

"what?" you asked, noticing how she was peering at you.

"nothing, just...he seems to be a natural. i mean, if avery wasn't mine and i saw those two walking on the street, i'd assume she belonged to him."

you chuckled, shaking your head at her as you turned to look at elijah and avery once again. your sister had a point. it was undeniable how in sync you two were mentally, surely the product of growing up so close.

"i was thinking the same thing. i might have to take him home and convince him to try to make one of our own," you joked in response, sipping the coffee from the mug in front of you on the counter.

"you couldn't just let me have this one thing, huh?" your sister responded, smiling as she shook her head at you.

"what kind of little sister would i be if i didn't try to steal your thunder? you know i thrive off of attention."

-

you were laid in bed, applying lotion to your hands as you watched elijah emerge from the shower. the door opened, and a cloud of steam surrounded his body. the light from the lamps on your bedside tables reflected off of the water droplets littered across his bare chest and torso, and the sight did nothing to quell the rapidly increasing ache you'd felt for him since that day at the baby store.

his eyes landed on you, and he gave you a smirk when he noticed how you were ogling him. it was almost pitiful how much that tiny action affected you, but you were whipped — unashamedly so.

"what is on your mind, my love?"

you set your lotion back in the drawer of your end table, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks began to flush.

"i'm just thinking about how much i loved watching you with avery earlier. deep down, my boyfriend, the thousand-year-old original, is a big ole' softy. it's incredibly sexy."

"hm," elijah hummed, walking over to your side of the bed, "is that so?"

he was now towering over you, his delicious body only inches away from you now. his hand threaded itself into your hair, gripping it slightly as he tilted your head up so he could meet your gaze, and his thumb stroked along your temple.

you gulped in anticipation, your eyes trailing down the prominent muscles of his bare torso until they landed on the towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips, and you wanted nothing more than to yank it off. it was hard to maintain your self-control, especially when your gorgeous, hand-carved boyfriend was standing in front of you with nothing but a towel covering the most intimate parts of him.

"mhm," you nodded. "i know we can't make a baby of our own, but the thought of us trying... it'd be fun, wouldn't it?" your fingers lightly ran over his exposed skin above the towel. your light touch caused goosebumps to form on his skin, and his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up gently to your knees.

"i can't think of anything i'd enjoy more," he breathed, releasing his grip on your locks and placing both hands on your clothed hips. "you certainly know how to get a rise out of me, sweetheart. tempting me with the idea of pumping you full of my cum until your pretty cunt cannot hold any more of me."

you clenched your thighs together, his words having seeped into your veins and down to your core. your clit throbbed, growing sensitive as you pictured elijah claiming your cunt over and over, with his cum leaking out of you and drenching the bed sheets. your panties were slowly dampening, and you craved more of his touch.

elijah felt your muscles tense underneath his touch, and as if he knew your thoughts, his fingers slipped under the skimpy hem of your silk nightgown. they hooked into your panties, his bodily warmth inched closer to the area that craved him the most, and a shiver went up your spine, perking up your nipples as they peaked through the thin material.

"why the hell are you still wearing a towel?" you whispered, your tone reeling him in even further.

"i'm not totally sure. perhaps i should remove it."

"agreed," you smiled, biting your lip as his hand tugged the towel off of his hips, casting it onto the floor. your eyes caught sight of his hardening length. it was already red and visibly angry as it ached for the attention only you could satisfy it with. you salivated at the view, and elijah watched as you became memorized by him. there was no way in hell he would let all of those scorching feelings go to waste.

elijah climbed on top of you as you leaned back onto your elbows, his hands returning to their place under your nightgown to toy with the tiny lace material that covered your cunt. the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed clit, sending a jolt of energy through you. you tried to grind your hips into his digits, but elijah stopped you, his hand pressing you down against the mattress.

"you know the rules, my darling. i am the one in control. you don't get to feel good unless i say so. is that understood?"

you nodded, his authoritative tone making clear where you stood in this scenario. you loved elijah like this, loved handing your body over to him to use in every way he wished to. your submissive side relished in the control he took over you, and it was as if you lived to please him. like it was your sole purpose, and nothing else mattered.

elijah pushed you flat on your back, your head hitting your pillow as his lips found your neck. he licked a stripe up your pulse point, his fangs poking out momentarily and dragging lightly against your skin. he braced one hand on your neck to keep you in place as his other tugged your panties to the side. he collected some of your slick on his fingers, smoothing it over your bundle of nerves and massaging it in agonizingly slow and torturous circles. you gasped when you felt one of his fangs break through the barrier of your skin ever so slightly, drawing a drop of blood from it. it trailed down your neck a little before elijah lapped it up.

"how is it that every part of you is so sweet? even the blood that courses through your veins is just as candied as your heart. so decadent," he murmured against your skin. he sucked on different parts of your neck and collarbone, marking you up as he continued to tease you with his fingers. he could feel how wet you were as he gathered more of the slick that was oozing out of you. "is all this for me, my love? is this how badly you want me to fuck every drop of my cum into your needy cunt? so pathetic."

his taunting only caused more fluttering inside of you, your walls clenching around nothing as he teased the very tip of his index and middle fingers at your entrance. he brought his fingers up to your lips, shoving them inside your mouth as he ordered you to suck your arousal off of them. you obeyed his command, your tongue lapping at his digits as you relished in the taste of yourself.

when you finished, he drew his fingers back and wrapped his hand around your throat as his free hand lined himself up with your entrance.

"do you want to make me proud?" he asked, his hold on your throat keeping your gaze locked on his.

you nodded in return, but it didn't seem to be the sort of response that elijah wanted from you. his fingers curled around your throat tighter, and he pulled your face closer to his.

"i'll ask again. will you make me proud?"

"yes. i'll do whatever you want. love pleasing you," you replied.

"then you'll lie still for me while i fuck you full?"

"yes. use me to make yourself come. i'll be so good for you," you spoke, eyes pleading for him to do something. all you wanted was for him to use you in any way he saw fit. you didn't care what he did or how he did it. you just needed to feel him.

"good," he said, and that was the only resemblance of a warning you received before you felt his cock slam into you. he buried himself to the hilt, and he was so big inside you that you could see his length poking out from inside you. he traced over the imprint protruding from your abdomen, looking up at you with a proud smirk. "look how wide i stretch out this tight little cunt. how full i stuff you. it is divine."

it was divine. elijah was so deliciously deep inside of you, you'd convinced yourself to believe that you could feel him in your throat. "you fill me up so perfectly, baby. stuff me over and over until i'm a mess for you...until i can't take it anymore. please," you begged. you were trying to rile him up, and you could see that it was working as your eyes locked with his.

"because you asked me so very nicely..." he said, easing himself out to the tip before he rutted into you harshly, "i will give it to you just how you want me to." you squealed at his force. your fingers grasped the sheets that surrounded you as elijah's pace quickened, giving you no time to adjust to his size. his movements were merciless, and with every thrust, it felt like he was knocking the wind out of you.

"i want you to look at us...watch how i fuck you," elijah ordered, his hand around your throat tugging your gaze down to where he was fucking you. but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. you kept your sight on your abdomen as you watched his cock slide in and out. the view was so erotic that you felt yourself beginning to clamp around his length already. you brought one of your hands down to toy with your clit in an attempt to help you reach your high.

"want all your come, 'lijah. need to feel you leaking out of me. please, i'm so close."

it hadn't even been five seconds after you begged him to come when elijah pulled out of you suddenly. he knew how close you were. his knowledge of your body and how responsive you were to his touch was something that was definitely not lacking.

you whined at the loss of contact instantly, and before you could blink, elijah had both of your hands pinned above your head with the hand that previously rested on your throat.

"did we not agree that you only come when i say so?"

you nodded pitifully. you knew who was in control. there wasn't even a question. but you were hoping he would let it slide since he was so wrapped up in you imploring him to breed you.

"you should have listened to me, sweetheart. now i am forced to punish you. i surely cannot allow you to get away with misbehaving."

"elijah, please. i'm sorry. i'll behave, i promise. i need you to make me come."

"you should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me," he spoke. he then used his vamp-speed to put you on your knees before him. his hands grabbed hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back. he left one hand on them, his vice grip making it difficult to release yourself from his grasp — not that you wanted to. with that same hand, he pushed your wrists into the arch of your spine, pushing you as far as you could go. you yearned for the high elijah would grant you by the night's end; that was a no-brainer. but you also wanted yourself to be at his mercy completely, and elijah was acting on those very same desires.

elijah landed a harsh smack on your ass, your flesh stinging as red hues rose to the skin there. he then plunged his cock into your entrance, his free hand ramming your ass against his hips as he fucked you mercilessly.

the only thing you could do in response to his actions was call out his name repeatedly, the volume filling your shared bedroom. your throat was already raw, vocal cords aching as you panted heavily. you bit down on the comforter below you, squeezing your eyes shut as you let elijah teach you your lesson.

"that's it, darling," he said, punctuating his sentence with another slap onto your ass, "take all of me. you adore being punished, don't you? you're such a pathetic little slut for me that you'll let me use you in any way i feel inclined, hm?" he sneered, fucking you further into the mattress.

the pleasure was more than overwhelming, but if he ripped it away from you, you knew that would leave you aching even more. it was too much, but not enough at the same time, and that thought drove you insane. if this was how you went out, you'd die a happy woman. the tears that welled in your eyes began to roll down your cheeks, dampening the duvet in front of you as you shoved your face deeper into it.

elijah's hand gained a grip on your hair as he continued his brutal thrusts, and he yanked you upward. your back was flush against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your middle as he fucked into you harder, still. your hands gripped his biceps, and your nails clawed into them, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you clung to him.

"no running, darling. you're not going anywhere. i'm going to fill you up with my seed, and you're going to be my best girl and take it. isn't that so?"

"shit — yes, baby. i'm your good fucking girl. i'll take it all," you sobbed. your legs felt like jelly, they were trembling beyond control, and if it weren't for elijah's hold on you, you'd be limp.

"i can feel you, my love. gripping my cock like a vice. you spoil me. you'd do anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" he taunted as he felt your walls squeezing him once again. when you nodded furiously, starting to convulse around him a little harder, he tore your high away from you once again, dropping you down onto the bed. you planned on crying out and pleading for him to let you come, but those plans were interrupted when elijah gripped your hips, pulling them back up so he could lap at your cunt. his cock twitched with need as he'd robbed himself of his own release, but he didn't care because he knew how forcefully the waves would crash over both of you when the time came.

"elijah," you gasped in shock, your clit throbbing immensely as his lips wrapped around it. his tongue swirled around it, flicking and toying with it with precise movements. meticulous enough to keep you on the brink of your orgasm, but not quite enough to push you over the edge. your hips subconsciously rolled against his face, and he pulled back. he stood up once more, slapping your clit and pulling another squeal from you before he plunged into you again. this time, he planned on rewarding you — and himself — with his come filling your pussy up.

"you're so beautiful when you turn into a mess for me. i'm so proud of you, sweet girl," he grunted as he rutted into you as hard and deep as he could. his speed was inhumane, vampire tricks coming into play as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"'lijah, i need it so fucking bad, i'll do anything. please let me soak your cock," you cried out.

elijah obeyed, granting you your wish as he pushed his thumb into your puckered hole. you erupted, your walls gripping him so tightly that it made it difficult for him to keep moving. "there we go, sweetheart. make a mess all over me. do your absolute worst," he gritted through his teeth.

he threw his head back as he kept up his unwavering pace, chasing his own orgasm. he brought his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly so he could keep you wrapped tightly around him.

you were beginning to come down, but elijah was still rapidly chasing his high with his unforgiving thrusts. sobbing was an understatement at that point; you were nothing but a weeping puddle as the overstimulation sent you into a frenzy. you were so exhausted that all you could do was lie there and let elijah fuck you to his heart — and cock's — content.

"fill me up, baby. pump me full of your seed. make me your little breeding whore," you encouraged as best as you could manage. you still felt the energy buzzing through your veins with every motion against your clit and thrust against your g-spot.

elijah's past goal of getting you to remain clamped around him seemed to be working because you were fast approaching another earth-shattering orgasm. he felt your walls start to grasp him once more, and finally, his cock twitched, and his seed sprayed the inside of you. you came together, the both of you collapsing onto the bed as you rode out your highs.

elijah began to slowly pull out of you when he noticed the mixture of both of your releases starting to slip out of you. he stroked inside of you slowly, fucking both of your come back into you.

you hissed at the contact, still extremely sensitive as you turned your head, locking eyes with your boyfriend. he looked gorgeous, all fucked out and glowy from the sheen of sweat that laid over his skin. still, that didn't stop you from noticing the slightly worried expression that took over his features.

"what is it?" you questioned, your weak arm reaching up to smooth some hair away from his forehead.

"i know you have said that you are okay with my not being able to procreate, but i just worry that i'm taking your dreams away. i do not wish to be the one that holds you back from the future you have always planned. i love you far too much to do that to you."

your gaze softened, and you shuffled closer to him, your hand finding his chest and resting over his heart.

"my future isn't dependent on having kids. it is, however, dependent on being with you."

elijah's hand rested on top of yours as his eyes searched yours, "you're certain?"

"i am. i promise."

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[brights-place]

Can we have more king trollex headcanons?,

With a s/o who tells him he's gonna be a dad ?, how he acts during his s/O's pregnancy and what kind of dad would he be ?

Take your time, if you don't want to do it then it's fine, (hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable)🩷

Trollex with an pregnant S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing

A/N: I love Trollex so much he's such an cutieeee anyways I'm doing lots of requests rn so my inbox is closed for now and this is my first work of the first day of the year lets gooooo <33 - You and Trollex have been married for 2 years and dated for 3 years - You and him have planned your future together which INCLUDED having kids after having an large talk - You had to sit down and hold each others hands while talking about it since Trollex is always an hyper person it was so different the mood was different - Started trying to have kids after an few months of being married - I mean you two already did those stuff together before you got married but hey he gets to have more fun for himself - Every time your done doing the deed he'll pepper your face with kisses for fun - You two sigh and wait every time hoping - You tried so many times and it was always negative but he says that there is multiple options if it doesn't work out - When you two had done it once without meaning to make kids once after an rave surprise supriseeee it finally happened - He'd tear up when you told him he would be an dad after he came back from his duties - You had seen Trollex overly excited before, hell even bouncing off the wallsbut his over joyous attituded right now was something that beat all those times easily. - You would watch as he was literally throwing fist bumps in the air zipping around like a child high on sugar while gushing all about how he wanted to be a dad and how happy he was... he may or may not have knocked over some furniture happily - Turns out you were having triplets same designs but different colours first egg would be an blue full egg was an rainbow stripe in thee middle with an F/C pixelated heart, Second egg would be an F/C egg with an pink pixelated heart rainbow stripes an the final egg was an F/C and Blue hued with rainbow polkadots instead of an stripe and had an Green Pixelated heart - Would stare at the eggs hoping it would hatch sooner. He also would cuddle and talk to the eggs telling it how amazing you were - Would cry when seeing the eggs hatch - He'd be an patient yet hyper type of dad - He'd be the type of dad who would dump everything for his kids special events First DJ session There and he's their biggest fan shouting 'Thats my kid' loudly. He's there for your kids birthdays, hobbies, sports whatever that day is free on his schedule on it for yearas - He'd let your kids off with somethings but when needed he will set down rules if ever needed which is rarely - Every chance he gets he'd kiss you when your kids weren't looking - Since He's the king and an father its difficult sometimes for him to spend time so he'd do his best and most of the time its something childish with his kids - he knows it's difficult to raise kids without him there all the time - Him and your kids would run around being childish and you always found it cute taking photos of your husbands idiotic behavior and your kids being dumb - He'd make the kids lunches and would always peck their cheek or forehead. - Wears an 'my favorite people call me dad' shirt and would have an mug that says '#1 father' - He would spoil your kids with affection and so much love those are his babies and he will not let anyone harm them and he will make sure they're raised properly and with his whole pixelated heart - Somehow has balanced his personal and work life. - Though its hard to be together alone to have some intimate moments due to your kids appearing out of nowhere you still share small sneaky kisses and have some fun when your kids are out.

[scrumptiouskoalahottub]

☁️baby fever | George Clarke pt2

[you've been for your first scan since finding out, checking everything is okay. You get the all clear and now it's time to tell your friends and family]

You and George decide to announce it with your friends together, you were going to visit family to do it in person. It's a Friday and you've just left the hospital after seeing your midwife, with your baby pics in clutch.

"I'm so excited to tell everyone" George says looking at you with so much love in his eyes, "me too, shall we call to the supermarket on the way home and get nibbles?" You ask, you've decided to get everyone round to the flat to host a "games" night. "Yeah that's a good idea, I think we already have some left over drinks so we just need mixer for everyone" George replies back, you walk to Waitrose and grab a shopping trolley. Your feet feeling a little tender as you plod around the shop, grabbing picky bits to make a charcuterie board. Picking up things to give off slight hints, pink and blue cups & napkins and plates. George spots an item of baby clothing on your way to pay, "we need this" you turn around as he holds up a white sleep suit with nothing on, you look at him confused. "It's plain baby?" You say to him, "yeah we can go to the printing shop next door and get someone to customise it for us" he says with a massive smile on his face, you can't help but smile ear to ear back at him in awe "alright, put it in the trolley" you say laughing.

You pay for the shopping as George packs it into the bags, carrying it out the store. You decide to take the shopping home and George would nip to the printing store whilst you made the boards for tonight. Even though you were 12 weeks along you were showing a lot, you opted for a flowy grey dress to hide the bump, until you needed to reveal it. You begin to make the boards as George plants a kiss on your forehead, on his way to the print store his idea is to get "Baby Clarke est 2025" printed on the front, simple but effective. You place a cloth over the kitchen table as you set out the nibbles for later, completing 2 boards and placing the coloured cups on the table beside. You take a minute to smile as you look down at your bump, you're in awe at how your life has panned out and you start to tear up.

George returns and you wipe your eyes, "woah, what's wrong?" He says concerned, "oh nothing baby, I'm just happy" you sniffle "and probably hormonal" you chuckle as he walks over to you embracing you in a soft warm hug, you both just take a minute to hold eachother before he reveals the sleep suit he got printed, he pulls it out of the bag and holds it up like the proud father to be with the biggest smile on his face "do you like it" he says as he looks at you, you say nothing as tears stream back down your face, you're choked up from the emotions you're feeling "aw baby, don't cry" he says looking at you "I'm just so happy George, in the beginning I was nervous, I didn't know how you'd take it and I was scared it would affect your career, but it's the exact opposite and I can't Thankyou enough for being supportive and just loving me and our baby unconditionally, I'm so glad I chose you Geo, you're my rock" you say holding back more tears as George's eyes start to water "I would've never been disappointed or angry about moving into a new chapter of life with you, this is a blessing in disguise and I'm thankful I get to share it with you; my whole life I've awaited for a life partner and that's exactly what you are, Thankyou for giving me a chance and loving my silly self, I love you baby" he walks over as he says those words and hugs you again. Time drawing short your wipe your eyes and get ready, you touch up your makeup where the tears had run and throw on your flowy dress. The times now 7pm and your friends start to turn up.

First up, Chris, Hill, Tv and Bach arrive, with beer on clutch as they hand you a bottle of rose they bought for you, even though now you can't drink it but George suspected they would fetch you something so he got a bottle of no alc rose whilst he was out, trying not to spoil the suprise before you announce it. "Hey guys thanks for coming" you embrace them all on a hug as you let them in. "I see y/n's been on the snack prep, George can't do hosting this good" hill says laughing. "Yeah can you tell?" You say closing the door, as you shuffle over to the kitchen, you let out a small groan as feet are still hurting slightly. You make the boys a drink as you have some fruit left over so you decide to make strawberry daiquiris from scratch, awaiting a few other friends to arrive. You pour out the cocktails as they boys set up a game of quiplash on the tv.

"Right I want you to try these and tell me what they're like, it's just left over strawberries I've blended into a daiquiri so nothing major" you take the tray of cocktails over and place it on the table. Chris takes a sip first "this is really nice y/n, are you not having one?" He questions as George looks up to you nervously "I thought I'd wait to see how they were before I tried one, you're my little guinea pigs" you laugh hiding the truth for the last time. The door knocks again and George answers it to save your feet, it's Will, Simon, Chip, Freezy and Becky. "Finally I'm not just going to be surrounded by testosterone all night!" You slide yourself off the sofa, struggling to get to your feet. The boys notice "you okay y/n?" Tv asks looking concerned "yeah I'm fine my feet are just a little sore from walking around today and preparing snacks" you like softly to him as you walk over to give everyone a hug. You hand them all the cocktail you made as you get ready to play your first game.

You all set your names, you spot George's in the corner of your eye as Daddy Clarke, you give him a subtle glare not to ruin the surprise as you begin the game. You finish playing after around an hour as you all snack on your charcuterie boards. It's around 9pm and you decide it's about time you announce it, you pull George to one side as everyone talks and listen to music and collect the sleep suit. The plan is to get everyone to close their eyes, and George will hold up the sleep suit and you will reveal your baby bump. George a little tipsy at this point, you emerge from the bedroom as he ticket it into the back of his jeans. He grabs a glass from the table and starts clinking on it, you sit down to not give a suspicion.

"Right everyone I just want to ask you all to do something for me, not in a weird way and I promise I'm not gonna do anything bad" everyone looks at him confused as do you to try and disguise it. "I want you to all close your eyes and I strictly mean no peeking" "why?" Everyone says in unison as they look confused "just do it and you'll see it's worth it" you wait for everyone to close their eyes before you stand up and join George, he pulls the sleep suit of of his jeans and holds it up with a smile ear to ear, you lift up your dress and slightly lower your leggings to un veil the bump, you look to him and smile as your heart races.

"Right okay, open your eyes in 3,2,1" everyone's eyes shoot open as you stand there holding your bump and George with the sleep suit. You start to tear up "we're pregnant!" You say nervously giggling "oh my god" everyone says in unison as they rush to hug you both, tears streaming down your face as the congratulations come flooding in. "So this is the reason you had to leave early the other day" Chris says as he looks over to George "yeah mate, sorry we lied to you down the phone we wanted to wait until we were in the clear at the scan" George replies to him "congrats mate,mom happy for you both, can't wait for a little clarkey to be bunning around the place" Chris laughs

You still watery eyed look at your boyfriend in awe as the boys rally round him, you sit down on the sofa as your feet feel like jelly. You heart feels warm as the nerves seep away, you even more excited for the next chapter because you have all the support from your friends. George walks over to sit beside you as you all prepare to play another game. "I love you" you say to him as you rest your head on his shoulder. "I love you too baby" he plants a kiss on your head.

-

🫶🏻pt 3 (last part) soon!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hey emmy, i hope you’re having the best day!

maybe a blurb about modern!eddie being forced to go to a taylor swift concert with reader, even though it doesn’t fit his super cool, edgy, metal vibe?

love all your work, smooches

You knew that the majority of the crowd was made up of girls. Screaming girls, actually. Dressed in glitter and sequins, red lipstick and hidden wine bottles in their platform boots. But Eddie seemed enraptured by it all, sticking out like a pretty sore thumb in the chaos of it, all shades of black in a sea of colour. 

He held your hand with a renewed tightness, clinging to you tightly as you manoeuvred you both into a position where you could see the stage, but you weren’t crushed between eager fans. The arena was already filling up, the overhead music barely noticeable under the din of a thousand conversations. The girl next to you was already crying, mascara streaked, tiny gold stars leaking down her cheeks. Eddie was staring. 

“Hey, stop,” you told him, nudging at his ribs with your elbow. “You’re being rude.”

“I’m concerned,” he said in response, leaning down to talk into your ear, his lips just touching the shell of it, his hand curled over your hip bone. “I knew this would be mental, but this— this is unreal.”

You sympathised, taking in his wide eyes and parted lips as he surveyed the crowd, groups of friends making tiktoks on the outskirts, people screaming at the sound guys on stage, asking the man who was fixing a lighting rig where Taylor was. 

“Thank you,” you said for the eighteenth time that day, “for coming with me, you didn’t have to.” You smiled, warm and fond. “I appreciate it, Eddie.”

Nancy had been struck down with a sickness bug only hours before you were due to meet her in town, both of you planning to grab some food before jumping on the subway to the arena. She’d apologised profusely between throwing up, her texts littered with rare spelling errors as her hands shook with the fever that had come on so quickly. 

Robin was adamant about looking after Nancy, Jonathan was out of town with Argyle, Steve laughed and said absolutely not and Max was on holiday with El and Hopper, some camping trip in the middle of god knows where. You didn’t ask the boys, you didn’t want to waste your breath. And then Eddie texted you, with a screenshot from Robin telling him his friend needed a date along with the words: “what time will I pick you up? :)”

The boy shrugged, smiling right back. “Couldn’t have you all alone.���

You made a face, because although you wouldn’t have loved standing on your own for a concert you’d paid far too much money for… you knew this wasn’t Eddie’s kinda scene. You told him as such and he grinned, nose scrunching as he avoided the eye contact of a girl who was taking way too much interest in him 

“S’fine,” he said, “I know some songs, I can scream along.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows, amused. 

Eddie scoffed, shuffling closer as more people filled up the floor space, edging towards the stage. “You kiddin’? A little Lover? Anti-hero? I’m down with the kids.”

A crowd of newcomers surged past you as you laughed and you winced as your shoulder got knocked by someone’s bag, no doubt crammed with glass bottles of the alcohol they weren’t supposed to have. Eddie tutted, taking you gently by your wrist until he coaxed you to stand in front of him, your back to his chest. You felt a little more safe there, his solid warmth a protective wall behind you. His hands ghosted over the dip in your waist before they dropped again, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

You looked up, head on his chest and you grinned your appreciation. 

The boy looked like he was blushing, cheeks a little pink and lips twisted to his the smile that was threatening to break out. Despite the leather jacket, the ripped denim and all the chains, Eddie Munson still looked like the softest boy there. 

“Can you see okay?” He asked, bending down to you again so you could hear. He smelled like the aftershave he always wore, like smoke and spice. “You good?”

You nodded, pleased at his closeness, all the attention he was giving you and god, this was starting to feel a little more like a date, despite the other few thousand people around you both. “Yeah, I’m all good.”

Eddie nodded, “good. Maybe to make up for it, you can come with me to see one of my favourite bands.” His smile was teasing, but his words and his eyes seemed hesitant, like he was asking a question he wasn’t sure of the answer to. 

You turned, still close to the boy, toe to toe and you tilted your chin up to beam at him. “Yeah?” You asked, pleased at the idea of another outing with just Eddie. Most of the time, you saw him with the rest of the group, too busy catching up with Robin and letting Will show you his new art pieces to talk to the person you wanted to most. “I can do that.”

Eddie blinked, surprised but grinning all the same. “Yeah?” He asked back. “Rammstein is playing in Chicago next month.”

You squinted at him, familiar with the name. “Is that the German guys who sound kinda demonic?”

The boy looked proud. “That’s the one, sweetheart.” He half expected to you to firmly, but politely, turn him down. German heavy metal was most definitely not your kind of music. But then again, Taylor Swift wasn’t really his either, and here he was. 

“Will you take me to dinner first?” You said instead and Eddie’s heart stuttered. 

Warmth bloomed in his chest, a heat that crept up across his neck and cheeks and he swallowed, nervous. “Dinner? Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

He could most definitely do that. 

“Great,” you beamed again, eyes bright and a flush to your cheeks that made him think you were as happy as he was at this outcome. “It’s a date.”

Eddie didn’t have time to reply to that, ‘cause the crowd started screaming and Taylor Swift came out on stage, the opening chords of Love Story ringing through the arena. You turned, clapping along with the rest of the girls around you, your body firmly pressed to Eddie’s and by the third song, his arms were around your shoulders, his hands tangled between yours as he tried his best to sing along to the songs he knew through the grin that wouldn’t leave his lips.  

...

[hungergamesheadcanons]

Odesta Observations

Finnick can't actually flirt with Annie.

It was a realisation that took a while to sink in, but once it did, Katniss saw it everywhere.

The way he'd stammer over his words when he said anything even remotely romantic towards her.

The way his brain seemed to short-circuit whenever Annie smiled in his direction, or placed a kiss on his cheek, or lent her head on his shoulder.

Or, more damningly, the way an unusual red colour spread across his cheeks and nose, going all the way down his neck and up to his ears, whenever Annie (god forbid) flirted back.

It was actually a hilarious concept.

Finnick Odair, darling of the Capitol, playboy prince with enough lovers to create a small army, was shy.

And not shy in general. Not shy in that flirty way, where the flirter blushed ever so slightly to appear cute and endear themselves.

No, in front of Annie Cresta, Finnick was the tripping-over-his-own-feet kind of shy.

He was the stammering-over-his-words-so-hard-he-forgot-how-to-English kind of shy.

He was the slamming-his-head-into-the-table-to-hide-his-face-even-though-she's-right-there-oh-my-GOD kind of shy.

And Katniss was 99% sure Annie knew exactly what she was doing too. Because Annie flirted back a lot, and laughed every time, pressing gentle kisses to a bright red cheek or nose and allowing him a little time to compute what exactly happened. And when he tried to continue flirting, voice small and kind of uncertain, she'd just raise one eyebrow, as if challenging him to a verbal battle.

Usually this ended in Finnick dropping his head onto her shoulder, grumbling about her wittiness and how unfair this was. Annie would pat his head lovingly, telling him that he'd get her next time and that he'd just have to practice.

He never did.

It actually became something Katniss did to pass the time. Her and Johanna nicknamed it 'Odesta Observation', just watching them and reporting back to each other the most embarrassing things Finnick managed to do.

"She smiled at him and he managed to catch his toe on nothing and fall flat on his face." Johanna reported one day, still cackling.

"He tried to tell her a pick up line, gave up halfway through, turned around and walked straight into a wall." Katniss whispered to Johanna in passing, walking ahead with a slight smirk as Johanna barked out a laugh.

"She said that he was the most precious thing in her life and he took a whole ten minutes to react."

"He ranted about her hair for 25 minutes straight and then when she walked into the room he panicked and jumped so hard he fell off the bed."

"Annie caught him mid-story about a dog with pink and his voice raised three pitches before he started talking about Annie's dogs in 4."

"He saw Annie helping out in the baby ward and came to my room and screamed into my pillow for a few minutes before telling me he was fine."

Sometimes though, their observations weren't quite so silly.

"He held her for ten minutes while she seemed to come down from some kind of panic attack."

"She always kisses his chin when he seems to be drifting away, and he always puts his head on her shoulder after that."

"He likes to tug at her hair when her eyes go all vacant, and it seems to bring her back to reality."

"She likes to fiddle with his hair, braiding and brushing and playing with it until he falls asleep."

"She wakes up in a cold sweat when he's not beside her."

"He pleads for her to come back in his nightmares."

"She wanders the complex when she's not fully there, crying and searching for Finnick."

"He sneaks into her room at night, unable to sleep without her by his side."

Annie and Finnick were in love. They were entirely dependent on each other, both of them needing the other to complete them. Their adoration for each other was palpable, and Katniss could feel the devotion radiating off them.

It wasn't a surprise when Finnick popped the question.

And if he blushed and stammered his way through his wedding vows, Annie smiling ever so indulgently at him while he did so, Katniss would only tease him a little bit about it.

[whoreforchr1s]

can you do a chris fluff where the reader is a singer and chris says he cant make it to her concert and shes super disappointed but then she sees him in the crowd? i love ur posts! ur so underrated im looking forward for more fics from u! 💓💓

LOVER - chris sturniolo

pairings: chris sturniolo x singer!reader

warnings: nothing, fluff :)

a/n: y’all i need requests like literally dont feel embarrassed to ask :)

“so, are you excited for your first show?” Madi asks, and you could’ve sworn you saw a guilty look flash on your boyfriend chris’ face.

“I’m so fucking excited to get back out there, you have no idea!” You say excitedly, grinning up at your best friend.

“Ma, i need to talk to you..” Chris says, and you can tell he’s nervous, he has his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, a habit he has when he’s nervous.

“Yeah of course, we’ll be back, mads.” You smile at her as you and Chris stand up.

“what’s wrong?” You ask Chris, now transported from the living room, to Chris’ room downstairs.

“um.. i’m not going to be able to come.. to you first show.” He says, looking at the ground. He can’t bear to see the disappointment he caused on your face.

“oh.” you reply quietly, your mood instantly killed. “i’m so sorry, ma. I have a really important meeting and i-“ He starts, before you cut him off.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I love you.” You say before pecking him on the lips. Although you were still visibly disappointed.

Chris sighs and kisses your hand. “I’m so sorry ma, i really wish i could be there.”

“it’s okay, lets go back upstairs, Madi is waiting.”

TIMESKIP - FIRST SHOW!

“hello LA! how are we feeling tonight?” You shout, immediately being ambushed with screams and cheers afterwards.

“There’s so many of you! so, i’m gonna kick off tonight with a very special song, about a very special person..” You say, before the lights dim and a stage crew member passes you your pink guitar.

You start strumming the strings to the melody of the song ‘Lover’ a song you wrote about Chris, and the first song you ever released.

When the crowd recognise the song, they scream in excitement before the lyrics start.

“we can leave the christmas lights up till’ January.

this is our place, we make the rules.”

you sing as you smile at the shouting crowd in front of you, some teenage girls crying, some holding the hand to their hearts as they sway their body from side to side, and some screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

“your my, my, my…”

you scan the crowd with a small smile on your face, before you eyes land on a familiar face.

chris.

“lover.”

you feel your smile grow so much that it starts to hurt your face slightly, as a light pink colour dusted your cheeks.

you watch him sing the lyrics along with you and the rest of the crowd, tears brimming his eyes.

“and at every table… i’ll save you a seat,”

you point to him as you sing the next word;

“lover”

TIMESKIP : AFTER THE SHOW

“thankyou all so much for spending time with me tonight, i hope you had as much fun as i did! i love you all, have a good night!” You say into the microphone as pink confetti falls to the ground.

You rush of the stage, wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of your boyfriend.

You ran off the stage, and towards Chris, who stood with his arms wide open backstage.

You collapse into his arms, and he holds you tightly.

“i’m so fucking proud of you, ma. you were so good” He whispers into your ear as you both stay in each others arms.

“i thought you weren’t coming!” You say as You pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes.

“I managed to push back the meeting for next month instead. oh, i also got you these.” He grabs the bouquet of flowers that sat on the little table next to us and hands them to you.

You grab them and hug them to your chest. “Thank you so much, i love you chris.”

“Of course. I love you more, my lover.”