#*swoon from cuteness overload*

[rosekatara]

Aaaah the cuteness!!😍😭

[alottiegoingon]

glinda has a crush.

glinda upland x fem!reader

summary: glinda upland is smitten, and she’s making sure the whole world (especially you) knows it, whether you catch on or not. warnings: fluff overload, afab reader, lesbian glinda, glinda being dramatic, harmless meddling, lots of pink, not proofread, nsfw at the very end, MDNI.

glinda is not subtle. when glinda has a crush, the whole of oz could probably figure it out before you do. she’s extra giggly around you, tossing her hair and flashing her most radiant smile whenever you’re in sight.

she has been fighting people that call her "glinda" for her whole life. "it's gah-linda. with a gah". but you could call her belinda and she'd be like "okay, guess that's my name now hehe :D".

lots of "toss toss". when you're around, she performs this move even more flamboyantly, ensuring you notice her. she even practice it in front of a mirror to perfect it all in hopes of impressing you.

her love language is... extravagant. expect surprise deliveries of glittery pink bouquets, handwritten notes sealed with her signature wax stamp, new clothes, and occasionally, enchanted trinkets she insists you “simply must have.”

“oh, wow, that outfit is so scandalocious! no one wears pink like you do!” glinda’s endless flattery toes the line between sweet and over-the-top.

despite her bubbly demeanor, glinda gets a little possessive... she might interrupt your conversations with others by swooping in, linking arms with you, and whisking you away under the guise of “urgent matters.”

elphaba is so done. she immediately catches on to glinda’s feelings and rolls her eyes at every lovestruck sigh or poorly veiled attempt to get your attention. “just tell her already,” she mutters, but glinda insists she’s being subtle.

not even fiyero can get away. he becomes glinda’s reluctant confidant. she quizzes him endlessly. “do you think she noticed my new hairpin? was it obvious when i accidentally brushed her hand?”

glinda occasionally ropes her more impressionable classmates into “spontaneous” group activities that just happen to involve you. picnic by the emerald city fountain? surprise study group? all glinda’s doing.

when you don’t pick up on her hints, glinda cranks up the theatrics. she might “accidentally” trip so you can catch her, dramatically swoon when you compliment her, or claim she needs your advice about “a dear friend who’s in love with someone amazing…”

subtlety? what subtlety? if all else fails, she starts making outrageous claims, like how the stars in the night sky don’t shine as brightly as your eyes. by this point, even munchkins are side-eyeing her obviousness.

very possessive. very jealous. careful, she bites. if she sees you talking to someone she doesn’t quite trust, glinda will immediately try to steal your attention. whether it’s showing up next to you with a loud “oh, darling, there you are!” or tugging you away by the waist with a soft, dramatic "i need you for just a second...", her jealousy is obvious, but she tries to play it off with a sweet, innocent demeanor. It's almost too cute to notice, but not quite.

when she finally confesses, you can expect a dramatic monologue.

glinda’s confession is a whirlwind of dramatic proclamations and heartfelt vulnerability. “dearest, i simply cannot go another day without telling you… you are the brightest star in my sky, the melody in my heart, and the only person who can make me feel like this!”

when you admit you feel the same, glinda’s jaw actually drops even if she had spent weeks trying to make you notice her. she recovers quickly, though, already planning millions of dates.

expect her to immediately start gushing to everyone who’ll listen. “attention, everyone! she said yes! isn’t she just perfect?” meanwhile, you’re trying to hide your face from the attention.

in a relationship, when you catch her being a little too clingy or dramatic after seeing someone else talk to you, glinda will act innocent, flashing you her most dazzling smile while saying, "me? jealous? oh, princess, no. i’m simply making sure you know you’re mine.” she’ll lean in for a kiss as if nothing's wrong, but you can tell she's putting on an act.

if she feels like she’s losing your attention for too long, she might retreat into a little meltdown, just to get you to reassure her. she’ll dramatically sigh and pout, plopping herself next to you on the couch or across the room. “ugh, why do they even talk to you like that? you’re too good for them!” her jealousy is always a bit over the top, but the underlying sentiment is clear: she wants all your love, and she wants it now.

expect your individuality to be gone when you become her girlfriend. you could be in a party and someone offered you pizza and glinda would wrap her arm around your waist, pull you close and say "oh, we would love it, don't we, my dear?"

personal space? there's no such a thing when glinda is your girlfriend, please! physical touch is a must. kissing, hugging, biting your cheeks or ears affectionately (or more), holding hands anywhere and any time, rubbing your back or your knee when sitting next to each other, you name it.

NSFW (MDNI)!!!

a very soft top!!!

glinda throws herself into everything with gusto, and intimacy is no exception. she treats every moment as though it’s a grand performance, designed to leave you utterly breathless.

glinda loves to talk during intimate moments. she’s shamelessly loud, peppering the air with compliments, exclamations of delight, and plenty of your name. it’s never quiet with her, not that you’d want it to be.

she talks you through it and she isn't shy about it. she likes giving orders and watching you fall apart when following religiously every word she says.

she’ll tease you mercilessly, grinning as she whispers things like, “oh, darling, you’ll have to beg if you want more. i couldn't quite hear you.”

while glinda radiates self-assurance, there’s also an adorable side of her that craves reassurance and exploration. “do you like it when i do this?” she’ll ask, watching your every reaction like her life depends on it.

if you wear glasses, she would love to keep it during sex. "let's put that back in," she says, while gracefully on top of you.

during your first time, she'd be so gentle and attentive to how you'd react to every touch of hers. you feel like passing out when she runs her fingers through your soaked folds so patiently just to see your face contorting in pleasure.

"oh, there it is," she says softly, with that adorable smile feigning innocence, when you trembled at the pad of her thumb touching your clit.

sometimes, when you are in your shared dorm after class, tired and sitting on your bed, you decide to read a book. it takes glinda nothing more than 5 seconds to get bored and impatient and climb onto the bed, crawling to you to spread your legs open and sit in between them. you'd complain and say you were reading and she'd go like "of course. keep doing that, darling, i'm not stopping you," before having her face buried in your pretty pussy.

glinda loves trailing her lips along your neck, often leaving faint marks she calls “little declarations of my adoration.” the hollow of your collarbone is her second favorite spot, especially if you’re wearing something that exposes it. you can't blame her, she likes showing you off!

she finds kissing your thighs endlessly fascinating, claiming it’s the “perfect way to worship you.” expect slow, lingering kisses here, especially when she’s feeling extra romantic (or very horny).

there’s something incredibly intimate about the way she kisses your fingertips and palms, sometimes intertwining your fingers with hers as she gazes at you like you’re the only person in existence.

tell her how beautiful she is, how good she’s making you feel, or how much you want her, and she’ll melt into a puddle of happiness. her confidence skyrockets when you’re vocal about your admiration.

glinda adores the little things. running her hands over every curve of your body, memorizing your favorite spots, and taking her time to make sure you feel completely adored.

post-intimacy, glinda becomes the clingiest cuddle bug ever. she insists on holding you close, peppering you with soft kisses, and telling you (loudly) just how much she adores you. if you let go of her to go get some water, she'll get very upset. do you even love her? do you hate her now? how dare you to abandon her for... 10 seconds?

[supernotnatural2005]

Just like the movies.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Based off of the Imagine: Dean taking you to prom.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Cuteness overload, sweet young!Dean, so much FLUFF!!!

Song Inspo: Fade into you - Mazzy Star

AN: Just something that came to me and for the fact i wish Dean got to experience some normalcy in his life. 🥲😭 Also for the sake of this fic the reader is Bobby’s daughter… I hope you enjoy 💕

Masterlist

You stood in front of your floor-length mirror, repeatedly smoothing your hands over the invisible wrinkles in your dress, examining your lightly curled hair and the little makeup you’d applied with a scrutinising eye and a nervous pulse in your chest. 

You looked okay, right? Nice? 

Your pink-beige dress sat strapless on your chest, cinched complimentary at your waist, and floated softly at your ankles. It wasn’t anything expensive; in fact, you’d felt a little embarrassed when you purchased it from a thrift store, eyeing solemnly as some of the girls in your year confidently walked into the classy boutique across the street.

It wasn’t like prom was a huge deal to you. To be honest, you hadn’t even planned on going at all. Although you attended high school, your heart was never fully in it. How could it be when your life outside of it was a living nightmare? Being the daughter of a hunter, you knew and had seen things only the kids in your school had watched in the movies. Because of this, you could never truly fit in, never speak of this heavy weight on your shoulders to anybody, and be believed or not called “crazy” or a “freak”.

The only person you could talk to about it was your best friend, and that’s because he’d grown up in the life too. However, he only came to stay with you and Bobby twice, maybe three times, out of the year. Ironically, he was also the person who had convinced you to go to this stupid dance too. He’d only attended the last few weeks of school and already had the place swooning. Guys wanted to be him, and girls wanted to date him. Which is why you had been taken by surprise when he’d asked you to prom. 

At first you thought he was joking; you knew he’d had a load of offers already from much more capable candidates, but when he told you he’d turned them down, you then thought he was just being nice because no one had asked you, which bothered you more somehow. A pity ask was worse than not being asked at all. But then you remembered Dean would never be so cruel; he was genuine and kind and had been your best friend for years. His ask was bonafide, and it terrified you. 

You’d never had the opportunity, or at least the untainted desire, to be like all the other girls. It was just mentally impossible. Knowing what you knew, boys, proms, and which skirt went with which shirt were all a farce in comparison to what was really out there. 

But because you were still a teenager and not a robot with no emotions, and maybe due to the devastating fact you had developed a teeny tiny crush on your best friend, you had said yes, and now here you were. 

Dean had wanted to do it all properly too, and even though he was technically staying with you at Bobby’s, he’d left the house and given you a time of 6 o’clock to be ready by. He was a dork, but a sweet one at that, and a part of you believed even he wanted to experience some normality for once.

You heard the knock at the door from your room upstairs, and your pulse quickened and hands grew clammy. Not long after was the call of your name from your father, and you took one last look, deeming yourself presentable enough; Dean had seen you in much worse conditions, and you made your way to the stairs. 

You could hear Dean and Bobby’s muffled voices below, as well as Sam’s, chiming in every now and then. Of course John was absent; he dropped the boys off and would disappear for days, weeks, like he had done this time, at a time leaving it up to you and Bobby to entertain them. Not that you minded, of course; you loved the two brothers like they were family. 

With one last deep breath, you took your first steps. The sound of your heels clicking loud enough against the wood to draw the attention of the three of them. Sam’s smile was instantaneous, whilst Bobby and Dean looked on in shocked surprise. You could detect a glimmer of pride in your father’s unusually watery eyes as you made your descent, yet Dean remained motionless, almost in a trance-like state. It made you nervous. Did he think you looked ridiculous? He was only accustomed to seeing you dressed as your usual rugged, rural-looking self. 

Though you could say the same for yourself. Dean was dressed in a simple black tux, but it fit him like a glove. He’d even gelled his hair to the side, accentuating this more dapper appearance. He looked amazing. Handsome.

“Y/N, you look stunning darlin’.” Bobby said once you reached the bottom step, his voice cracking with emotion. Dean still stood unblinking just behind. 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting all soppy on me now, old man.” You teased, but your heart was swimming with warmth at his words. He huffed out a chuckle and shook his head, but you took his hand in yours and settled him with a grateful look. Not only for his words but for him allowing you this. 

“You look amazing.” Came Sam’s response as he stepped up beside Bobby. You were beginning to get a little flustered at all of the attention and compliments, not used to receiving so many in the space of a few minutes. 

“Thank you, Sammy.” You ruffled his hair, to which he batted your hand away with a grumpy frown. It was still crazy to you that he was almost at eye level with you now, despite being 4 years your senior. Then the clearing of another throat had you looking in their direction. Ah, he was alive. 

“Wow. I mean. You look beautiful.” Dean finally stumbled out a little breathless. You felt your cheeks flame and prayed to God it wasn’t too noticeable. You bit your lip and ducked your head shyly, but also covertly to stop yourself from smiling so wide. 

Bobby gave Dean a pointed nudge, eying the corsage he’d purchased whilst you got ready, subtly hinting at him to give it to you. Dean’s eyes widened briefly, and then he took a step closer to you, making you look up. 

“I got you this.” He began and pulled the beautiful, pale pink flower, similar in colour to your dress, from its packaging, and your heart skipped. “It’s tradition, right?” He chuckled. “At least it’s what they do in the movies.” He mumbled, more so to you, and you giggled as he smoothly slipped it on your wrist. 

You admired it for a moment before looking back at him. “Thank you, it’s perfect.” Your words seemed to appease him, as the smile he gave you was dashing. 

“Alright, you two.” Bobby announced, forcing you to look over at him. “I’m not really worried about a curfew. I know you two are smart and wouldn’t do anything stupid.” He pointedly looks at Dean when he says that part, more so as a warning. “But be careful and, more importantly, have fun.” Now that was aimed at you. 

You and Dean both nod before you give Bobby a hug and Sam another teasing ruffle of his hair. 

“C’mon!” You hear him whine as you turn and make your way with Dean outside. Thankfully, he helps guide you in your heels with a hand on the small of your back as you walk the short distance across the rocky gravel toward Bobby’s car. 

“Ah! Allow me.” He intercepts your attempt to open the passenger side door, his voice mockingly posh as he gives you a curtsey and an amused grin. You can’t help but laugh and echo him before you slip inside, mindful to tuck your dress in before he closes the door for you as well. 

He’s quick to round the bonnet and slide in behind the wheel. When he looks over at you, his eyes are alight and shining with something you can’t decipher. But it warms you in a way you’ve tried so hard to ignore. 

“You ready?” 

“Let’s do this, Winchester.” Your grin mirrored his, and no sooner was he putting the car in drive and peeling out of the driveway. 

Despite your initial nerves upon arrival, the idea of seeing your peers, and them seeing you with one of the most sought-after boys in school, was terrifying in itself. Yet, Dean had quickly made you forget all about them and instead you found yourself actually enjoying the night. 

You’d danced until your feet were sore and laughed until your stomachs hurt, all the while forgetting your individual demons and the dark reality that awaited you beyond the doors of the gymnasium. For a moment, you were just a teenager attending your senior prom with the boy you liked. Even if he didn’t know that. 

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed as a slower song echoed from the DJ set up on the stage. So far it had been mostly the pop hits of your generation, along with some 80’s throwbacks thrown in there, meaning there was minimal touching between you and the green eyed boy. Just wacky dance moves that had sure given you some odd looks and disapproving stares. Not that you took any notice. 

However, assuming Dean had had his fill, you made a move to sit back at the table you’d commandeered at the beginning of the night, only to be stopped by his hand on yours. 

“Where you goin’?” Dean asked with a glint in his eye and a teasing smile on his lips. You fumbled slightly with your words, the look in his eye intense as he watched you, having your stomach doing somersaults and your heart fluttering uncomfortably. 

“I didn’t think… It’s a slow one. Kinda boring.” You pointed out with a nervous chuckle, as if that were obvious. 

“Maybe so. But don’t I at least get one slow dance at my prom with my date?” He raised a brow, his expression serious. You gaped at him dumbly for a moment before a giggle bubbled in your chest. 

“Dean, you barely attended a full two weeks, and you hated this school. What’s gotten you so dedicated to its traditions?” You teased, and then, with a gasp of surprise, you were suddenly twirled into his arms. You were toe to toe, faces inches apart as you slowly looked up into his eyes. You felt the warmth of his hand spread across your lower back, your own instinctively gripping onto his shoulder as his left hand remained clasped in yours off to the side. 

“What?” He questions your shocked expression and leans in close, his lips beside your ear. “Just doing what they do in the movies.” Dean mumbles with a smile in his voice, and you bite your lip at the scent of his cheap cologne, which somehow works with his own musk, invading your senses. His closeness releasing a swarm of butterflies of nerves and excitement. 

“Just like the movies.” You repeat as you pull back to look at him. He smiles down at you, not teasingly so, and void of any humour. It’s soft and warm as he begins to gently rock the two of you in time with the gentle melody of Fade into You. You feel your cheeks burn at the intensity in his eyes, wondering if he felt it too. The spark of electricity conducting through his touch, the buzzing in your mind anytime he was close, and the flutter in your chest whenever your eyes connected. 

You decided to ignore the warnings in your mind, the protector of your heart, and the insecurities battling to take over. Instead, you slid both of your hands around his neck, stepping impossibly close, the subtle action not lost on him as he rested both hands on your waist, guiding you into a slow circle on the dance floor.

When you looked into his eyes, you saw adoration, but you also saw conflict, a brief moment of uncertainty flickering in his jaded eyes before he defeated his inner battle and slowly leaned down to press his lips to yours. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at the initial contact but were quick to flutter shut at the softness caressing your own, slowly, experimentally, as if this had been something he’d wanted to do for a very long time. Everything around you seemed to disappear, fading into a blur of stillness, leaving just you and him in a moment you knew you would treasure forever. 

When he pulled away, his cheeks were slightly pink and pupils blown, eyes filling with doubt and apology.” I'm sorry.” He worried, seemingly shocked by his own actions, and you shook your head in dismissal, your grin unstoppable as it spread across your lips.” 

“Don’t be.” You told him and watched as he relaxed a little. “Just like the movies.” You whispered, and the two of you lit up with laughter, only to come back together in the sweet moment of something unspoken but with a mutual understanding.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this one, just a little something sweet for the end of the week lol 😅 Let me know what y'all think?

[hyuny-bunny]

Hi Rose!

Can you do a fic where SKZ are in an interview and one of the questions for each of them is, "If you have a sister, whom would you want her to date?" And Minho vehemently objects to his metaphoric sister dating his friends, then notices Changbin looking all suspicious. Turns out Changbin has been chatting up Minho's cousin. Juicy, juicy.

Thank you! But please, please don't feel obligated if you're not comfy writing this, okay?

of course ! thank you so much for the request and i hope this does it justice :') i did tweak the details abit and kinda ran with it 😅. i hope not too much to disappoint. if you want something a little more spicy feel free to submit again and i can do a follow up pt 2☺️

i'll wait | C.B. ft minho

genre: fluff overload, friends to lovers, slow burn romance

content warning: cuteness overload, kissing, slightly upset minho, minho threatening to break changbin.

Minho had always been like an older brother to you. You weren't too far apart in age, you were glued to the hip at 3 and it's always been that way. Both sets of parents had to have a difficult talk with the two of you, explaining you weren't siblings. It didn't stop him referring to you as his sister and for you your brother.

Even during his time as a trainee, you were always there supporting. Whether it was dropping by the company building for a 15 minute break to have coffee and catch up, you'd always make time for him. When he was recruited by Chan to be a part of a group, you were ecstatic for him but your time together was cut down significantly when he went on to do the survival show.

After getting his big break to debut, he spent a lot of time out with his group doing street performances and advertising their group. You'd often join him with passing out flyers or just helping them record videos as they hadn't been supplied with staff just yet. You got more familiar with the rest of his group but you were always shy around them, not really knowing your place in how to interact with them.

Changbin and Jisung were the first ones you warmed up to. Han was always respectful but treated you like a friend, always making you feel comfortable around them. Changbin was much shyer with his approach. He found you pretty the moment Minho introduced you to all of them. He'd always crack jokes to you when you were around. Teasing your camera work when they were going back of their vlogs. It wasn't until one afternoon, you were supposed to be meeting Minho & Changbin for lunch, Minho had been running behind with his dance practice. This was the most nervous Changbin had felt in a long time, not even his performance review came close to he felt knowing he'd be alone with you until Minho would arrive.

All his worries washed away when he saw you sitting out on the terrace of that cafe. You were wearing a grey sweater with a black skirt. It was fall so the cold hadn't set it but he could see your legs shivering. Without thinking about it, he was already pulling his jacket off. He walked over to you seeing the way you beamed at him melted his heart.

"Here, for your legs." He extended the jacket out to you.

"Oh... it's fine, binnie," His heart skipped a beat at the nickname, "I'm not that cold! I don't want you getting cold either."

He cocked an eyebrow at you before laying the jacket over your lap himself, he didn't know where the confidence to do that came from. Your heart swooned at the gesture, your legs find a new found warmth from the heat that came from the worn jacket and the blood rushing in you. From that day on you had kept a close friendship to him, one Minho himself would've seen.

Much later down the line your friendship grew closer but never anything more. It wasn't until a few months before their new comeback, Changbin was stressing beyond belief. The pressure to have a big impact on the music charts this time around was getting to his head. He was practically calling you every night to talk. One night he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see you. It was 2 in the morning, he was letting his legs were move and think for him.

He's standing at your door debating on whether or not to ring your bell, not a second is able to pass before you're already there opening the door. The next moment we're all a blur because once he's stepped into your apartment, his shoes kicked off, his lips are on yours. After a moment or so he stops, apologizing for not having asked for your permission but you're already pulling him back down to kiss him some more. After the night he swears off kissing, he wants to be able to date you properly. The other obstacle you face is your beloved cousin. You know the one who brought you two together, the one who doesn't know the details of your relationship with his group member.

From then, you both find time to sneak off for dates. Your dates mainly consist of eating dinner at his studio, or he's bringing you food to your place for a movie night. You're trying you best to make things work, away from prying eyes, deranged fans, and most importantly, from Minho.

The truth about the two of you comes spilling out suddenly and unexpectedly when SKZ is on a variety show. Their staff at this point had a vague idea of you relationship status to Binnie but it was unbeknownst to them that Minho did not know. Minho had invited you to come watch the variety show so you could all grab dinner afterwards. Things took a turn when the host was going around asking about the members siblings.

Lee Know candidly spoke about a cousin that was practically his sister, you could see Binnie glancing your way past the camera.

"Would any of you let your sisters date another member of the group?" The host asked.

Seung is the first to adamantly say 'no'. He's waving and shaking his head no in disgust, they're all laughing at his reaction but Minho soon joins in on him.

"Nope, never. Not happening, maybe when I'm dead." Minho deadpans looking across his members but his eyes land on Changbin who is dead staring at you.

He clocks it then. Minhos eyes are darting back and forth between you two. It takes Chan kicking the back of Changbins chair for him to snap out of his daze letting out a loud 'huh'. Minho's eyes are narrowed on him.

He knows something but he doesn't know for fact.

"Would you let your sister date any of the members?... Or better yet would you date any of the members sisters?" The host is laughing while repeating the question. Minho isn't laughing though.

Changbin flusters out a 'no' but his cheeks are a tint of pink now that he was caught staring you down. The filming wraps up and staff are asking the production to send them over the final product before they release it, just as an extra precaution. Minho says nothing when he brushes past you. He's pissed.

Shit maybe he does know.

You're standing out by your car waiting for Minho. It was supposed to be 4 of you. Jisung, Minho, Changbin, and you. You wave your goodbyes to rest of the members, finally seeing the three of them walking out together. You can tell Jisung is yapping about something based off the way he's moving his hands while talking. Changbin walks beside him head low and Minho walks on the opposite side of Han. He's staring you down all the way till he gets to you.

You're all standing outside the car but no one is moving.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Minho's never had such a cold tone with you, it makes you straighten up.

"I uh... We wanted to... I just..." You can't find the words but Changbin steps up.

"Take it out on me," He's stepped in between you two now. "We didn't know how to tell you, I asked to keep it quiet until the time came."

"And when was that time? Because I just had to find out in front an entire production crew and our staff. Was that your ideal time?" He's pissed but he's also hurt. Hurt that you would hide this from him.

"I'm sorry, Min. I am really. I was just scared that you wouldn't..."

"That I wouldn't what?" He snaps at you.

"You wouldn't approve of it."

beat

His eyes soften looking at you. He looks to Changbin.

"Do you love her?"

"I love her"

It was the first time you heard him say he loved you. It wasn't the way he imagined it going. Minho sighs looking at you again, he can tell it was your first time hearing this too.

"Okay.... If you so much as lay a hand on her or do anything to break her heart, i will break your fingers off one by one, and you'll never lift a weight again, got it?" Minho has a hand on his shoulder and a finger pointing in his face like a parent scolding a child.

Jisung has been stuck in same pose for the last 20 minutes with his jaw slack to the floor while clutching his hand over his heart. You're right there with him ever since you heard Changbin say 'I love her'.

Minho moves to open the car to put his bag in the back, unfortunately you're still frozen in place and haven't unlocked.

"You know the least you could do is feed me now?" He looks at you gesturing the car keys in hand. He grabs the keys from you to unlock the car now. He hugs you for a moment before patting changbin on the shoulder.

You look at Changbin who is matching the flush on your face. He kisses your forehead trying to bring you out of your state of shock.

" You know 'I love you, too' would've been nice to hear ," He laughs taking the keys and walking to the passenger side to usher you in "But I'll wait."

[lv-iceprince]

🐯🐾...overall ship...🐯🐾

@quruxbadan

okay here's the tea, i was so excited to do this ship for you! i just love doing your requests, you're such an angel and it such an honour to ship you with the coolest idols ever.

i'm just biased with this ship, so sorry if you don't agree with me but this is where it's at.

know that i'm always here for your requests and just to talk and yeah! love you heaps mate xo

~seventeen~ hoshi 🐯🐾

This was the quickest choice I have ever made for a ship,  there is something about you that is so precious, your cloud photos, your face, your personality IT IS ALL SO PRECIOUS WTF????!!!! So, I had to do Hoshi a favour and ship you with him.

I think you would be doing him a favour by dating him, okay that sounds harsh, but  I mean it was all the love and respect I have for him. Hoshi is such a genuine, quirky, adorable, sexy  guy and he really does need someone who would make his days infinitely better and that is you.

At first Hoshi would just think you were a nice person, that you just wanted to have a mutual friendship and in some ways you did. However, you could not get over him, he lived in your mind rent free 24/7, he was your go to when you were sad, when you were excited or when you wanted to relax. He was your person.

Even though Hoshi is somewhat unaware of your feelings it took him .5 seconds to say yes to going on a date with you, he has a literal skip in his step and a sparkle in his heart whenever he is around you so he always knew he would date you one day, if you liked him that is.

I will try not to swoon over your appearance, but you are literally the cutest human being on this planet, I think I’ve said this before but you’re the only person I’ve seen who has Nayeon visuals, I still stand by this statement! I just can’t get over the resemblance, you literally have the same sweet smile and the most adorable look in your eyes.

There is also this sense of elegance that I honestly can’t get over, you just seem like such a good person. Besides that, imagining you in the same room as Hoshi is an overload, you are just so complimentary to each other and it’s actually insane.

Even though it’s so tempting to force the two of you together based on the overall, cuteness factor I have to say, Hoshi has something more striking in his visuals. It’s almost iconic, someone so sweet has such powerful visuals, he is the tiger.

For this reason, it’s just so complimentary, the contrast I mean. Visually speaking you’re quite distinct from one another but again that’s what makes this such a beautiful pairing. I know I’m gushing but you’re literally his best visual match.

Now onto my  favourite part (especially because it’s you we’re talking about), personality. I hinted at it earlier, but you are literally such an angel and I want to discuss this more. Since you have such a rich personality the only way, I can describe it like you are this beautiful cottage core fairy who enlightens everybody around you.

This is also the main reason as to why Hoshi loves you so much, you bring optimism, and you remind him of the sweeter more simpler aspects of life.

Though he tends to be very active and hyper most of the time, he would love nothing more than relaxing and indulging in your parfums, accessory making or any other artistic endeavours, he may act like he is clueless as hell but watch him make you the most beautiful things in the whole entire universe.

He also loves wearing anything you make.  Your quiet nature is something that also brings him in, he just feels so proud that he is cool enough to have someone who is equally as cool, just for him to love and to hold.  

[pathofemblems]

Panette ship bias? bc i'm curious hehe

✶ @armatization › send ❛ ship bias ❜ & i will share up to 5 ships i have a bias for for my muse!

i think this might be the first character i write that’s not overloaded with rare pairs, or at least non-canon interactions—

◦ panette ›

01.) ivy — i adored their support chain. i mean, even from their c support, i was shipping them because of how sweet they were with each other. i think it also showed that ivy can have a bit of a fun, joking side, as shown in their a support, and the thought of ivy teasing panette about all sorts of things in that deadpan manner is so, so cute. they also just aesthetically fit, like you can’t tell me ivy doesn’t have clothes from when she was younger that would fit panette perfectly.

02.) timerra — usually i don’t really vibe with retainer/royal ships often, but because they felt like actual, genuine friends alongside that dynamic, i fell for it. they make my sweet tooth ache with how much they actually show they care and love each other in their supports. throw in merrin for an ot3 too.

03.) alfred — alfred’s, like… the epitome of a pretty, regal prince, and panette’s hands down one of the strongest units, so they both have things they idealize in each other. they’d probably be a little awkward at first, but the slow build would be cute.

04.) boucheron — admittedly, i know close to nothing about the ol’ boucheronni because i benched him immediately, but i did get all his supports with panette, and they worked so well together. yet another ship that makes the sweet tooth ache. another one for the ❛ goth X golden retriever ❜ dynamic.

05.) saphir — did you see the way panette absolutely swooned over saphir? like, sure, she also nit-picked about saphir’s etiquette, but she was also so down to learn how to be extra strong and have her as a mentor. and probably girlfriend.

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[call-sign-shark]

Aaaah! Alright first thing: "To the Red Demon!” he bellowed out, swaying so dangerously on his feet Lucy was worried he would fall off the bar." You adorable and lanky thing, I love you so much. Back to the real topic now that the shark had her fangirl moment.

The brief mention of John crying over Martha broke my heart. You didn't have to do that. Apart from John, I think it was so sweet of Tommy to say 'it doesn't count' when they are talking about Lucy's sexual past. My heart is hurting at the simple thought that Lucy had never been able to live for herself. Not only her dad was always behind her, looking at her every move, but she had been forced to marry and have sex with Matthew. If I understand her story well, the moment she found the strength to rebel she got raped and buried alive, right? This is just awful. Fucking awful. In truth, she's one hell of a strong woman to be still standing after everything she went through. "Even miles away, the thought of his rage if he ever found out terrified me" What the hell. In truth, Lucy ain't the monster. She's what real monsters made of her. "The idea of living excited me. I miss feeling like that". Ouch, the feels and the sorrow of this line. She definitely complements Tommy.

The whole scene of Lucy opening up to him while their physical proximity is slowly breaking is such a soft and clever way to illustrate how safe Tommy makes her feel. The tenderness of their interactions never fails to make me smile -- your soft portrayal of Tommy drastically contrasts with how you had introduced us to him, and I sincerely appreciate it. In a way it echoes beautifully with both of the characters: they are demons for their enemies but soft with each other. I'm dying of a cuteness overload. The same goes with how he makes always 100% sure she consents to have sex -- He's so careful with her, now wanting to break her more than she already is.

The thing with smut is that it's either cringey or well-written... Well let me tell you that the intimate scene between Lucy and Tommy made me swoon. I was smiling tenderly like an idiot in front of my computer screen throughout the whole part. "You don't listen to the voices //you listen to me" come on, I almost teared up while reading two people making out? It makes no sense. Fortunately enough, you make up for all the emotions with some delicious smut. He's such a giver with her, and once again: asking several times for her consent makes him even hotter. I mean, the fact that he stops when he feels her tensing around him and he cuddles her?? Please Tommy?? This is adorable?? Also, there's something in him guiding her through the whole ordeal that is exquisite.

"Chancing a glance down, her eyes widened in a way she had to imagine was at least somewhat comical. Jesus fucking Christ, how the hell was that going to fit inside her?" OKAY THAT GOT ME LAUGHING SO MUCH. I know Lucy, I know. We all know. 😂

"Can I touch your hair?" STOP STOP IT'S SO CUTE. Asking her 'cause they pulled her hair!! 😭  + "She let out an undignified squeak and buried her burning face into his chest. “Stop making me blush.” When I tell you I blushed like a schoolgirl 'cause I ship them. My rotten heart can't handle so much softness. Gosh, these two were so insanely cute and hot. She couldn't dream for a better first time 'cause it is what it is: her real first time with a loving and caring man. Her healing a little bit through her intercourse with Tommy is one hell of a beautiful aspect of their relationship.

These Devilish Intentions - Chapter 8

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

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These Devilish Intentions Masterlist

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: She just wants the voices to stop. Tommy is more than happy to help her with that. 

Word Count: 4,618

Notes: Warnings for smut and mention of past sexual assault. Also Tommy being the biggest softy when it comes to his girl.

“Ha! I win!” she set her cards down on the table, leaning back smugly. Tommy snorted, the amusement for once unhidden in his eyes as he scooped up her cards and dealt another hand.

The celebrations at the Garrison were in full swing, laughter and the clinking of glasses thundering throughout the pub. Even Polly seemed to be enjoying herself, her serious features relaxed into a laugh as she listened to John ramble drunkenly. At one point, Arthur leapt up onto the bar, glass of whiskey sloshing. 

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[yukikinomiya]

Hayato is going to be regular MC on the Abema TV show “恋愛ドラマな恋がしたい3“ starting on 11th of May :)

He did already a guest appearance a few months ago and it was just adorable 😍

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[hina-hina]

König and the reader with the best friends to lovers trope. This trope is 🤌 and I want the fluff and cuteness overload. Maybe the reader is in another unit? Dealer's choice on that one.

This is one of the BEST tropes with König, Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it!! ヾ(^▽^*)))

I took a couple liberties with this one but I hope you like it nonetheless! Also, a lot of this post is based off his biography from warzone, but of course I could have still gotten stuff wrong so I'm sorry about that!

|| König Having a Best Friends to Lovers Trope With Reader ||

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst,

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

This trope with him is just(❤´艸｀❤)

I imagine that both of you enlisted together

You were the first person he told about his plans to volunteer for the German Armed Forces

You, of course, tell him you are going with him

He tries to talk you out of enlisting but you refuse to let him go alone

You both try to become recon snipers but only you get selected for the platoon

You can tell König is hurt by not being selected due to his size

But he won't dare let you onto this, making sure you know that he's still happy for you

Despite the two of you being in different platoons, you still spend almost all of your off duty time together

You two do missions together often and he loves knowing that you have his back even if he can't see you

Imagine he's in a fight with an enemy and they get the upper hand somehow

A shot rings out, the enemy dropping dead and falling from where he had been pinning König

"I got you, big guy," your voice crackles over the coms

He just swoons

The others on his team would tease him about it and he's is infinitely glad his mask hides his face

Also imagine if the sniper hood he wears was originally yours

Imagine you comforting him after the Urzik hostages were scared of him

So, imagine their so scared of him and they refuse to go with him and you just start yelling at them to get them to go and your tone spurs them into action

Later, he thanks you but says you didn't have to do that

You hug him and say, "They don't know you like I do. Your not scary to me, König."

And that's the moment that it hits him that maybe he doesn't just love you as a friend

He would feel super guilty about this however

You were such a good friend to him and he didn't want to ruin it!

But he couldn't help it, he just realized how pretty you were and how you were always so nice and stuck up for him

Definitely had a whole ass crisis about it

Gets super blushy when you talk over coms because your voice gets super low when your focused

He gets teased a lot by his other teammates

When he gets recruited by KorTac, he is so scared to tell you

I mean, you guys got into this together and he doesn't want to leave you

He would be inclined to turn it down until you convince him to take the opportunity

You would place your hands on his cheeks and smile softly, "We will always be best friends, no matter how far we are from each other. I love you, König."

His heart soars and plumits at the same time because he thinks he just got "friend zoned" but also you said you loved him

So, he end up going but you two have video calls and send letters often

I imagine he confesses after you get hurt

He learns from a member in your platoon that you were shot while on a recon mission and were hurt badly

He immediately asks to take leave to go see you, halfway begging, halfway arguing with his boss

He is eventually granted this and he immediately goes to your bed side, taking your hand into his

He hates seeing you in the hospital bed but he won't move until you wake up

When you do eventually wake up and ask what he's doing there, he can't help but just spill his guts about his feelings

"Bärchen, I was so scared for you. I know we signed up for this and we are going to get hurt, but I just have to tell you, just in case. I love you, more than a friend. You can hate me if you want, but I won't stop loving you. I-I'm sorry."

Your face softens, reaching out a hand weakly to grab his face, "Oh, honey, I could never hate you. I love you too, big guy."

His lip trembles and he just can't resist hugging you anymore, but he's careful to avoid you wound

He stays with you until your released from the hospital and then he stays on leave to take care of you

The two of you collect like rocks or other things you find on the ground to give to each other

Imagine having friendship bracelets from before and you two still wear them after getting together

The two of you share an apartment because there's no point in having two if your going to spend your leaves together anyway

You wishing each other good luck before the other goes on a mission

Likes to hold your hand in public spaces because he gets nervous in crowds

Brags about you and vice versa

People get so confused when you two are together because it's just like, soooo many inside jokes

And König is like a whole new person, way less quiet when your around because you help give him confidence

The two of you catalogging each others scars .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

You two are just a straight up power couple

[haikyubts]

Lee Junho who sees Youngwoo in the lobby and walks up right up to her all smiley and pretty and gorgeous 🥰🥰🥰

Lee Junho whose smile could light up an entire town and who looks as if his heart is about to burst when Youngwoo says "I waited here because I wanted to see you."

Lee Junho who tells her "Then you should've called me over. I almost walked right past you." because he doesn't want to miss out on a moment of spending time with her.

Lee Junho who teases Youngwoo and asks "I see. So that's all you needed?" When Youngwoo says "I waited to see you and I did".

Lee Junho who laughs and looks SO DAMN HAPPY that Youngwoo noticed he's 12 minutes late and she was waiting for him.

Lee Junho who understands from one phone call that she has to go to a meeting and immediately asks if he can see her at lunch.

Lee Junho who immediately tries to be awake and look presentable (and he's SO CUTE FOR IT Y'ALL) when he receives Youngwoo's call as if a high school boy who just recieved his crush's call.

Lee Junho who is patient with Youngwoo and her mannerisms and says "Let me look at your face too." (SWOON) and tells her how to hold the phone. Who wants to see Youngwoo too 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️

Lee Junho who again teases Youngwoo and says "Right, so that's it then? Since you got what you wanted?" when Youngwoo says she's gonna hang up the call now because she simply wanted to see him and she did. Lee Junho who so so so patiently and understandingly (and lovingly) tells her "What about how I feel as the person who answered the call? From now on, please ask if I want to hang up too." because while he understands that autistic people like Youngwoo may not understand others feelings immediately and might be fooled about other people's feelings and expressions (Youngwoo had told him this in a previous episode), Junho is also gently teaching her about how to recognize other people's feelings and give others people's feelings a thought and wants his feelings to be validated too 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️

Lee Junho who doesn't miss a beat in answering "No" when Youngwoo asks "Do you want to hang up now?"

Lee Junho who slowly and slowly makes Youngwoo talks about others things than work and whales while also giving her a chance to talk about all of these.

Lee Junho who thinks all these dad jokes are funny just because Youngwoo is saying them 😭😭😭

Lee Junho who looks like he fell harder for Youngwoo when she says "You keep popping into my head like whales. Even though you're not one." Who looks nervous when Youngwoo says "This is the first time I have constantly thought of someone, so it's quite strange." Lee Junho is extremely moved and happy about this confession because although it's not an I love you, it might as well be. Lee Junho who gets a verbal confession of sorts that his feelings are reciprocated just as strongly and who looks serious for a moment knowing the relationship that is about to come is going to be serious because he loves Youngwoo truly and so does she!!!

Lee Junho (AND SUNSHINE GIRLBOSS SUYEON!!!) who understand that Youngwoo takes everything literally/seriously and so they help her talk about the divorce case in metaphors.

Lee Junho who immediately runs to help who just witnessed her husband die in front of her and tries to calm her down.

Lee Junho who makes sure the lady is safe and then immediately RUNS TO YOUNGWOO TO CALM HER DOWN KNOWING SHE'S BEING ANXIOUS.

Lee Junho who says it's fine and doesn't think of it as a big deal when Youngoo thanks him for hugging her and calming her down during her anxiety episode.

Lee Junho who has DONE HIS FUCKING HOMEWORK ABOUT AUTISM KNOWING HIS LOVER IS ONE AND WHO HAS RESEARCHED HOW TO HANDLE AN AUTISTIC PERSON'S SENSORY OVERLOAD EPISODE.

Lee Junho who KNOWS SO MUCH, ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF TOOLS MIGHT HELP AUTISTIC PEOPLE, SUCH AS THE HUG CHAIRS IN FRANCE

LEE JUNHO WHO SAYS "DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO BUY ONE? I'LL BE ONE FOR YOU. YOUR PERSONAL HUG CHAIR" BECAUSE LEE JUNHO WANTS TO STAY BY HER SIDE ALL THE TIME, IN ALL HER MOMENTS OF HIGHS AND LOWS. WHO BASICALLY MEANS TO SAY "FUCK ANY TOOLS, I'LL BE YOUR HUG CHAIR. I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU FOREVER."

Just LEE JUNHO Y'ALL.

JUST LEE JUNHO WHO HAS YOUNGWOO'S, MINE AND EVERYONE'S HEART 💜❤️

[eviesaurusrex]

— ʜᴀʀʀʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

writing hc’s is a great way to soothe my anxiety and I’m feeling like I found the holy grail or some shit. A warning, though: this isn't good at all, I'm really sorry :x

Every interviewer on this planet knows by now that Harry Styles loves to talk about his girlfriend. Some of them even think that he only does interviews to talk about you.

They only need to start the sentence “So, Harry, your girlfriend YN LN-…” and they couldn’t even finish their question, and Harry starts, “Oh, yeah, my girlfriend is amazing. You did notice that too?? You have a good eye, mate! She is the most gorgeous human being, isn’t she?” And then would stare into the distance for a few seconds, a smile on his lips, because he thinks about you and would ask himself what you’re up to at that very moment. From there, nobody would think the interview was about Harry and his career or a newly released song because all he could think and talk about was you.

The internet adores boyfriend!Harry (we’re ignoring trolls and haters because this is a fluffy corner of the internet!) and would always go crazy as soon as another interview gets released. They just love your relationship nearly as much as Harry, and you do. Plus, it’s the only way to get some private stuff out of this man because so far, he didn’t come around the “sharing my private life on the gram”-situation. Fans started to follow you in massive numbers after you shared a picture of a family get-together with Harry in it (you probably broke the internet on that day), but you keep it to a bare minimum because you know how much privacy means to Harry.

Not even his friends and family are safe, especially if you can’t be there with him due to clashing schedules or other responsibilities.

His mom would be so happy because it’s clear as day for her how happy you make him and how happy he is to have you in his life and what a bloody lucky man he is to have found you in the sea of possibilities. Gemma would love you to the moon and back after Harry told her about the never-ending FaceTimes you two have while he is on tour and how you help him with coping with the homesickness (more like you-sickness). Actually, you are part of the Styles clan since he brought you home the first time, but if one asked Anne and Gemma, they would say that they adopted you at his first mention of you (“So… there is this beautiful girl I’m kind of seeing.” Anne would instantly see that this time, it’s super serious for him and would almost cry after he tells her that it’s looking good. He shares this stuff with his mom, can’t change my mind.)

And if you’re with him on tour or even only a few of his shows???? Dear lord, everyone has to brace themselves for cuteness overload.

First, he would let the staff know that you would be there, so you’d get picked up at the car to get backstage without any troubles, and during sound checks, Harry would always pause for a few minutes to tell everyone there that his girlfriend is coming (and everything has to be extra-good – he lives for his girl’s praise, my mind is set on that.).

And during the show?? Imagine fans would make signs with questions like “Is YN here?”, “Did you see YN before coming on stage?”, “We love YN so much!” and so on. Harry would see and read them, and suddenly, his smile would be even more radiant, and everyone would feel like swooning because they would know what would come next. And then he starts rambling. “Actually, yeah, my gorgeous, amazing, loving, and stunning girlfriend is right over…” – he would search the ranks, pointer finger outstretched and grinning like a lovestruck fool as soon as he finds you – “… there she is! Hey, darlin’! Everything’s good up there?” And you would nod and grin and wave and scream something back at him. And he would stand on stage, still grinning like an adorable idiot, and shrugging. “Can’t hear you, love, but I’m sure it was something really flattering you shouted up there! Because she is the most supportive woman there is on this planet, y’know, folks? She probably told me how great these pants look on me or how stunning my bum looks in them. Was it that, darlin’?” And you would roll your eyes, grinning just as brightly as he does, and raise the sign you made for this exact moment because you know your man. And Harry would read it out loud. “Wha-… Wait a second, love, have to get a bit closer. So. Tha’ is much better. Okay, folks, she wrote I love you, you dorky idiot. You are amazing. I’m so proud of you. Awww, thanks, love. I love you too! See?! I told you she’s the most amazing and supportive woman there is! I’m the luckiest man on earth to have her. She even baked me my favorite cookies for after the show! Which partner does things like that in here?” And the stadium would erupt in screams and cheers, and Harry would laugh. “We really are the luckiest, aren’t we?” And you would blush and shake your head, still not over what a dork your man is.

And imagine the interviews with you two in the same room, right next to each other. This poor interviewer should demand a raise because he is not only needed at all in there but has to stay there anyway and listen to you two fawning over each other. Basically, you two would just interview one another, crack jokes no one except you two would get, and everything would be full of laughter, unending love, and clear adoration for one another. No wonder why Harry's and your fans would think they'll die alone because no one on this earth could love another human being as much as you two love the other.

;

Don't mind this shitty hc. It was a stupid "prompt" right from the beginning, but it got stuck in my head, and I had to write it down to get it out of my system. Hope you still enjoyed it a tiny bit <3 As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

Taglist: @onecrazydirectioner

[lollytea]

one day Hunter isn't going to be flustered and tongue-tied around Willow for at least a solid 70% of their interactions like he is now and he's gonna be all comfy and assured in his relationship with her and he's gonna be able to joke and tease and flirt with her without melting into a puddle and he's gonna be like "oh. oh this is REALLY nice, actually."

I have this vision of Hunter and Willow's current dynamic in my head and it revolves around this idea that I find really sweet. And it's like.

Though Hunter still doesn't have the words to articulate how he feels about Willow just yet and he's rendered near mute whenever she flirts with him, he's not exactly beating himself up over it. Hunter doesn't feel pressured to force himself out of his comfort zone and start awkwardly flirting before he's ready to do so. Because Willow never makes him feel like he has to.

She understands that this is all a bit much for Hunter to take in so her flirting is never framed in a way where she's pushing him to respond. If anything, she just does it cuz she likes him. Cuz she likes being sweet to him and she thinks his blush is cute and she genuinely thinks he's so cool and wants to let him know. And it gets him all smiley and giggly and she loves it. It's also gradually building his confidance. But on top of all that, it's just a passive little reminder like "Hey. I'm not going anywhere. Whenever you're ready to say something, I'll be right here." Cuz she knows he likes her too and won't make him feel like she's ever losing interest and he'll miss his chance if he doesn't hurry up.

I dunno. It's so cute to me. Willow doting on him and Hunter unable to utter a single word but they both clearly like it and know the other likes it too. They have an understanding. For the moment, this is just what works for them.

But one day, when the time comes, something is gonna slip out of Hunter's mouth. And once he realizes that if he really puts his mind to it, ohhh he could flirt too!!! He could!!!

I could see it happening after all the Collector stuff is handled. Its been a few months. The dust has settled. Things are beginning to return to some semblance of normalcy. They're not really dating but they're also....not not dating, yknow? It's a slow build. Of course Willow does the flirting and the affectionate little touches and makes it very obvious she's interested. But she's waiting until Hunter is a little more comfortable in their interactions before they progress things any further.

She's walking him home (She's very chivalrous. Makes Hunter swoon.) and they're lingering at his doorstep. Willow is laying the flirting on thick and Hunter is eating it up, as always. Everything is the status quo, until Willow, admiring the way the sunlight catches flecks of gold in his warm brown irises, says:

"I really like your eyes."

And Hunter, whose brain has completely tapped out from the overload of her attention and the hook of her pretty smile, replies, as naturally as a heartbeat.

"Thanks. My eyes really like you too."

And Willow, sweet Willow, has a brief flash where she completely malfunctions. She freezes, eyes blowing wide, only for her lashes to begin fluttering in discombobulation.

Hunter, realizing what he just said, is not any less stunned. However he can't even say anything to do damage control as the impact of his own skin burning mortification sucks the oxygen out of his lungs and all he can manage is a strangled little squeak.

Willow seems too inside her own head to notice.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "Um. Thank you."

Wriggling where she stands, she clasps her fidgety hands together as a slight pinkish hue blossoms on her cheeks. Eyes jump to the ground as her features wrestle to keep her smile moderate but it's impossible. That giddy grin bursts her features apart. She glows.

And Hunter sees every moment of it.

She liked that, he realizes. She liked that a lot.

Willow raises her head, still looking dizzingly happy. But she's far bolder than he is because she looks him dead in the eye and makes a remark, struggling to curb the breathy giggles in her voice "That was...very smooth of you, Hunter."

Smooth.

Smooth like Willow.

He can be smooth like Willow.

There is literally nothing stopping him.

They bid eachother a bit of clumsy but thoroughly smitten goodbye and Hunter rushes upstairs, leaps face down into his bed and nearly breaks the thing apart from the manic kicking of his legs. The muffled noises he makes into his pillow got dogs the next realm over going bananas.

He tries to call Gus because he's got to tell somebody but once he's like "You'll never guess what just happened!! You'll never guess what I just did!!!!" he realizes that now he's gotten this far, he actually has to recount what just happened. With words. So instead he's like "actuallynevermindgottago!!" and hangs up.

But anyway. ANYWAY. That was my little origin story of Hunter realizing that he is capable of opening his mouth and unleashing some magic that he thought just Willow could do. Sure, she's a lot better at it. But he'll learn.

He does learn.

It takes a little time but once he's found his footing in this whole "taking initiative" thing, it turns out that Hunter can be a relentless flirt. If the mood strikes him. There was apparently a lot of flirty potential just gathering dust in that whole Golden Guard persona and now he finally has somewhere to channel it.

There's a girlfriend to be a nuisance to.

"Quit it!!" Willow attempts to sound vexed but she's utterly transparent to Hunter. She lunges around the flyer derby field, making another failed grab for him, but he's a bastard who can scramble his molecules.

"Cmon, Captain...." He teases with an antagonistic cackle. "If you really like me, you'd try a little harder to keep me in place."

Through burst after burst of glitchy jumps, Hunter is snapping all around Willow. He's at her side, he's behind her, he's flicking her hair, he's poking her cheeks, he's blowing in her ear, he's tweaking her hips, he's chanting teases at her. He's being a general menace and Willow wants to say she can't stand it.

She wants to.

"What's that smile for, huh~?" His voice softly singsongs, the swell of his lip just barely brushing against her ear and Willow seizes up. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked this."

Glitch.

He's at her other ear now. "Is it because of all the touching?"

Glitch.

He's directly in front of her. "Is that why--uMPH!!"

Willow dives forward and snatches him in her arms.

"Gotcha!!" She announces, grinning victoriously.

The unpredictability of his less than solid body left her having to grab him suddenly with little thought for the means to go about it. As a result, Willow is currently squeezing Hunter around the waist.

It works out though. As Willow is well aware, he really likes it when she holds his waist.

Hunter laughs at the intensity of her triumphant expression. "Well done." He relents. "You got me."

There's an infamous smugness that contorts his smile into a challenging smirk. "But now that you got me...what will you do with me?"

Willow's own smile twists evilly. Her grip tightens slightly. "Maybe I'll squeeze you like my life depended on it. Pop ya like a balloon."

Hunter snorts at the threat. "I guess you could...." He croons.

"Or I could haul you over my head and fling you across the field." Willow suggests. "See how far I can send ya."

He hums, delighted by the audacity. "You could..."

Willow's evil smile borders on maniacal. Her grip on him loosens, hands sliding to place themselves gently against his hips. She then digs her thumbs into them slightly, like a warning.

Hunter goes rigid, his lips visibly twitching.

"I could tickle ya."

A threat like that makes him crack a little and the dorkiness softens the edges of his sharp smile.

"You could..." He says slowly. Cautiously. His hands have ventured over hers, a feathery brush of fingers against her backhand first, before he captures them firmly and holds them in place before she can do anything evil.

Willow pouts, which makes Hunter laugh again. His attempts to be lofty fail spectacularly, as it's not his teasing laugh. Sincerity bleeds from the sound, all crinkled eyes and adorable snorts.

"I could kiss you~" Says Willow as her final threat, doing an excellent impersonation of his musically lilting teasing voice.

Hunter's eyebrows lift, pleasantly surprised. And if that's not enough of an indicator that she's got this smooch in the bag, she pushes her palms against his hips and reels him in a little closer.

His step stutters as he's pulled into her chest. This should secure the deal. He loves hands on his hips. He loves being manhandled just a little.

To Willow's delight, she even makes him blush a bit. He doesn't do that often anymore but she can still stain his skin red every once in a while if she's dedicated enough.

"You could..." Hunter murmurs and he's already stooped his upper body to her level, only to find Willow was standing on her tiptoes.

They meet halfway.

Once the warmth settles on her mouth, Willow closes her eyes and she likes the long, lanky hand that spreads itself on her cheek, fingers stroking affectionately across her skin.

This is nice, she decides, and she knows he's been thinking the same thing for quite a while.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Falling...

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 4K+

Song: Still Falling for You by Ellie Goulding

Summary: You and a friend were just suppose to be going for a hike. Until a lost puppy changes your life...

Warnings: Dodger (the cuteness overload), fluff, smut, Chris in general

It’s irrational and you know it. But as the tears fall down your face, you just can’t help it. You lay on your side of the bed, holding the pillow and just sob.

“Sweetheart?”

“Go away!”

“C’mon YN, I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change anything.”

Chris sits on the edge of the bed and stokes your hair. “Please, tell me what I can do.”

“You’ve done enough.” You turn away from him.

You hear him sigh and you feel him place a blanket over you. “I’m sorry again sweetheart,” and he walks out of the room.

You want to let it go but you can’t, and you cry yourself to sleep.

*~*

You remembered the day you met Chris. You were hiking in the park outside of Los Angeles with your friend. You guys had gotten separated since you were going much slower. You were on the way down the hill when an adorable brown and white pup with a loose leash came right up to you.

“Hi buddy! You are so cute.” You petted him and reached for his collar. “Dodger” you said. No other name just a phone number. You were getting ready to call when you heard someone call out.

“Dodger! Bubba where are you?!”

You giggled at the call and walked towards the voice. “Hello?”

The man had his back to you but when he turned around, you sucked in your breath. Chris Evans stood in front of you, NASA hat, sweats, the whole guy next door vibe. You shook your head and said, “I found your dog.”

Dodger ran over to Chris, jumping on him with doggy kisses. “Dodge, you goof, there you are.” He finally took a good look at you, and you took his breath away. “I… sorry… thank you for finding him.”

“You’re welcome.” You didn’t know what to say. This was Chris Evans. He valued his privacy, and you didn’t want to intrude on that. Especially since you were a huge fan of his. “Umm, I should go.” You turned to leave.

“Hey wait, I’m Chris.” He extended his hand.

You took it and shook it. “I’m YN, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Same. You hike here often?”

You blushed. “Not really. My friend lives nearby and invited me but then ditched me.”

“Oh.” Chris wasn’t sure what to say. He just knew he had to keep you there for a moment longer. “Thanks again for finding Dodger.”

“Anytime. He’s adorable.” You went to pet him again. “Bye Dodger. Be good for your daddy.” You started to walk backwards down the trail.

“Should you be walking backwards?”

“Dunno, should you…” and that’s when you fell, twisting your ankle. “Ah, fuck!” Your smartass-ness finally caught up with you.

Chris rushed over. “Are you ok?”

“I didn’t hear anything snap so I think so.” You started to get up but couldn’t put any weight on your leg. “Or not.” You started to panic, unsure of how you would get down the trail.

“Let me. Here take this,” Chris went to your side, handed you the leash and slid his arms under your knees. You started to protest when he said, “its either this or let the coyotes get you. Your choice.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he started to walk down the trail. You tried not to blush or breathe to heavy from the total swoon worthy moment that was happening. When you got to the end of trail, you looked for your friend.

“She’s not here.” You looked nervous. You didn’t know what you were going to do. Clearly your ankle needed to be looked at. Chris could sense how nervous you were.

“Do you need a ride? Someone should look at that ankle.”

“I’ll just call an Uber or something.”

“I’m here and I’m not busy. You did find Dodger.” At his name, Dodger started to jump on you and Chris.

“Yeah, but you just…”

“Don’t worry about it. C’mon.” He lifted you again and walked to his car. He set you on the passenger seat and put Dodger in the back. “We have to stop at my house to drop of Dodger and then we can go to the urgent care.” He didn’t live far from the trail and was in and out. “Where to?”

“The urgent care I need is just a couple of miles away.” Chris drove with your directions. He carried you in and got you checked in and into a wheelchair. When they called your name, you said, thanks to Chris, assuming he would take off and a nurse wheeled you into the x-ray room and then to the exam room. A sprained ankle.

“Two weeks off of it, Miss YLN. They you should be good to go,” the doctor says. They gave you some pain killers, fitted the crutches and you walked back out. The last thing you expected was to see Chris still there waiting.

“What are you still doing here?” Obviously, the pain killers also affected your filter.

“I wasn’t sure if you could get home and I… I just wanted your number.” He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.

You giggled. “Thanks. I was just going to call a taxi. I guess today I have a personal Goober service,” you said with a twinkle.

Chris laughed. “I guess you do.” He helped you to the car and you directed him to your apartment. Thankfully you lived on the first floor. He walked you to the door. “Do you need help with anything else?”

“Just a date for Friday,” you said boldly, the pain killers dulling your embarrassment reflex. He looked up at you and smiled. “Phone please?”

He handed over his phone and you entered your number. “Could you call me when you get home? Just so I can make sure my hero made it home safe?”

“Of course, I can.” Chris took back his phone and started to walk backwards away from you.

“Hey, I heard walking backwards is bad for your health,” you called out. He laughed hard, grabbing his chest. “Hey Chris,” before he got farther away. He came back towards you. You took a chance and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. For everything.” You blushed.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Friday came and you walked in flats around your apartment, trying not to flinch. You and Chris has been texting all week and planned a date. But you didn’t want to be in crutches the whole night. In planning your outfit, you planned on flats. As you walked, your doorbell rang. You answered to find a handsome Chris in a t-shirt with a jacket and jeans, holding flowers. “Hi.”

“Hi. You look beautiful.” He took in your appearance and handed you the flowers. “For you.”

“Thank you.” You tried to walk normally to your kitchen to grab a vase. Chris followed you.

“Are you sure you should be walking on that ankle yet?”

“No, but as we have already determined I don’t have the best judgment of self-preservation so here we are.” You went to reach for a vase that was on a shelf just out of your reach. Chris reached up and grabbed it for you.

“Apparently,” he said with a chuckle. You finished putting the flowers in water. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you said grabbing your purse. Chris took your hand and put your arm through his and walked you to his car. He helped you in and took you to a little diner. It was causal but fun, eating burgers and sharing fries. He was funny, not trying to be impressive, just himself. You were yourself too, his attitude was infectious.

Next you hit the carnival that was happening in town. He could get lost among the people, no one bothering you two as you both tried and failed to win prizes. Your favorite part was the Ferris wheel ride. You hated heights but with Chris’s arm wrapped around you, you felt nothing but joy.

You then decided to hit a bar near your apartment that usually had good music playing. He parked at your apartment and walked over. The bar was a dive, dark but with a band playing some good music. Chris ordered a couple of beers and headed to a table in the back.

“So, you come here often?” he asked.

“A couple of times a month,” you replied. “Depends on the band.”

“What, some not good?” He took a swig of the beer.

“Umm not really. An ex is in one and he plays here. Not tonight thank god so I try to avoid coming if he’s playing.”

“Ahh, understandable.” Chris could see that you were now retreating into yourself. “Shots?” He asked.

“Sure, why not.” Chris flagged a waitress down and ordered a few rounds. When she came back, you reached for one.

“Wait, wait. Truth or truth, yea?” Chris winked.

“Why do I have a feeling I’m going to hurt tomorrow.”

“Only if you lie sweetheart. You can go first.”

“Fine, truth: is it true you hurt yourself during Civil war?”

“True. My idiot ass thought it needed to look more real. Apparently, it was too real. Ok my turn: did you know who I was on the trail.”

You rolled your eyes. “Duh. But what was I supposed to do? My options were to be cool or be a fan girl. I went for option one and failed epically as you can see.” You waved your arm towards your ankle.

You went back and forth, downing shots regardless of the answers. Around the fourth (or was it the fifth) you guys called it a night. At least you thought you did…

****

You woke up in the morning, in your bed, the sunlight streaming in. You groan from the light sensitivity. And then feel you are not alone in bed. You turned to see Chris in just his boxers on top of your blankets. You were underneath and you feel down. You feel your shirt and panties but no pants.

“No, oh no no no,” you whispered. You moved to get out of the bed without waking Chris and grab your robe on the floor. You head into the bathroom and clean up as best you can without throwing up. You opened the bathroom door just a crack to see if Chris is awake yet. He is moving around, reaching for something on the bed where you were sleeping. He sits up, confused and looks right at you. You squeak and close the door.

You could hear his chuckle. “C’mon on out gorgeous.” You pulled the robe tighter, taking a deep breath and opened the door. Chris had slipped his jeans back on but was still shirtless. You could see all of the tattoos on his chest. You didn’t speak as you stared. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I just… don’t remember… umm… did we….”

“No, we didn’t. We walked back here, and we kept drinking in your living room. Then you told me you could drive me home, which then I took away your keys and put yours and mine… somewhere.” He scrunched his face “We’re going to have to work on that. Then you said I should sleep here, and we feel asleep watching some YouTube video about nail painting.”

“So, you weren’t as drunk as I was.” You covered your face, mortification settling in. You wished the ground would swallow you. “Fucking perfect.”

Chris chuckled. “I was drunk. My headache tells me that I was. I just remember because I love spending time with you. Last night was great.”

“Really?” You looked up into his eyes.

“Yeah, I really don’t want to say goodbye.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I gotta check on Dodger.” Chris reached for his shirt. “Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me. I don’t want to leave you yet.”

You thought it over. You really didn’t have anything else to do except recover from this hangover. “Can I get a shower first?”

“Take your time. I’ll make some coffee and hopefully find our keys.”

You giggle. “Ok. I’ll be out in a few.” You walked back into the bathroom. You showered quickly, tying up your hair in a bun and peeking back into your room to make sure he’s gone. You found your favorite sun dress, paired it with some combat boots for maximum ankle support and a cardigan. A little mascara and lip gloss and you were done. You fished around and found your sunglasses, placed them on your head and then found a pair of aviators that you didn’t remember owning. The smell of coffee was like heaven wafting in. You took one more look in the mirror and then headed back to the living room.

Chris was sipping his when you walk in. He almost choked when he saw how effortlessly beautiful you looked. “Wow,” he breathed. You blushed at his subtle praise and reached for the mug left on the counter for you. You prepared it and then saw the keys on the counter.

“We left them on the counter?”

Chris chuckled. “No. Apparently, I left them in the coffee.”

You laughed out loud. “Genius if you asked me.”

“How so?”

“Drunk Chris knew we would need coffee in the morning.”

Chris laughed out loud too. You two finished up and you handed the sunglasses to him. “I have a feeling…”

“You’re an angel.” He put them on and headed out to the bright morning sun. You headed back to Chris’s house; he was holding your hand the whole time. Dodger was so happy to see you both. Chris took him out and you looked around. His house was beautiful. Your favorite thing was the built-in bookshelves that held hundreds of books. Some were classics, others were more modern. “You like to read?”

“When I get the chance. I’m usually working to hard to have time read anything other than contracts.”

“You probably told me, but you do what again?” He offered a smile which melted you.

“I’m a paralegal. For one of the top sports agents in town.” You blush and look down.

“Any clients I would know?”

“Sorry its attorney-client privilege. I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“C’mon a hint. City, team anything?”

You giggled. You knew it would remain a secret if you gave him a hint. “He plays for Tampa Bay and just won the big game.” You turned away to look at some of the paintings in his house.

Chris was stunned. “If I give a name, he swallowed, can you at least tell me if he’s as nice as he seems.”

“Now wouldn’t that be telling. No names, but yes, he is. He likes to bring treats when he visits. The little mini-Bundt cakes are my favorite.” You winked.

“Oh my… ok wait… how is it I’m star struck by you and you’re not by me.”

“Because I already fell down in front of you. There is nothing I can do more embarrassing than that.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You kept talking and Chris decided to make dinner. Simple spaghetti but it was delicious. Chris had opened a couple of bottles of wine, and it made you relax, slightly buzzed but still aware. He took a look at you, cheeks flushed from the wine, eyes shining, your curves hugged perfectly from the dress you chose. “Did I tell you yesterday how beautiful you looked?”

“I think so.” You blushed.

“Even if I did, you look more beautiful tonight.” He brushed a hand on your cheek and your breath hitched. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded and Chris placed a gentle kiss on you. He pulled back to see your eyes still closed. “Are you breathing?”

“Nope. Not at all,” you replied. Chris took advantage to kiss you again. This time, your lips moved in sync with his. He ran his tongue over your lips, and you opened, letting him in. He pulled away for air.

You opened your eyes to see his eyes were dilated wide. He ran his rand through the strands that had fallen from your bun. “Can I?” he asked. You nodded again and he pulled the elastic free, letting your hair tumble down. He took your hand and made you stand. He kissed you again, with more passion and you started to lose yourself in the kiss as Chris cupped your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss at the same time. He bent down and lifted you from below your butt, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He started to walk upstairs to his room. He placed you on the bed. “Are you sure YN?”

“Yes, Chris, please.”

He lowered you on the bed and ran his hands up your dress, feeling the lacy panties you had oh so thoughtfully put on. He reached down and unlaced your boots, taking care of the ankle you were favoring. He pulled them off, along with the socks and started to massage your insole. You moaned at the pressure.

Chris started to kiss your legs, up he went, skipping over your core. He pulled the dress with him and tugged it over your head. He placed a kiss on your lips and then down your jaw to your neck. You sighed, loving his gentleness. He kept going, kiss the tops of your breasts. “Can I?” You nodded and he pulled the cup down to tease your nipple with his tongue. You sucked in air and arched your back at the sensation.

“You are so beautiful.” Chris continued with his assault on your body. “You are amazing YN. So responsive to my touch. Do you love it?”

“Chris, please don’t stop.” You needed him to keep going. You reached down with your hands to graze him over his jeans. He let out a moan, enjoying your soft touch.

“Oh baby, teasing me?”

“Only because you’re teasing me.”

“Oh I haven’t even began teasing you.” Chris pulled down your panties and took a deep breath in them. You squirmed at how turned on you were at the action. He pocketed them and returned to his ministrations.

You ran your hands through his hair to pull him closer to your body, him groaning at the slight pain of the tug on his scalp. “That’s enough of that,” he said. He pulled his robe tie and grabbed your hands. He tied them together and then to the wood slats of his headboard. “I want you to feel it baby.”

You closed your thighs tightly together, feeling the pool of wetness. Chris nudged his knee in between your legs and pushed them open. He took off his shirt and opened the button and zipper of his jeans, showing off his impressive V and happy trail. You wanted desperately to touch it, kiss it and make him feel good. You pulled on your restraints. “Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I want to touch you.” You pouted and he laughed.

“What did you want to touch baby?”

“Your abs, your hips, your cock.” This shocked him. “With my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, anything.”

“Ohh,” he groaned. “Maybe next time.” He kissed you and then started kissing down again. He made it to your clit and kissed gently. “Are you still ok?”

“Chris, I swear if you don’t keep going, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you will scream, my little sports agent. Teasing me with my favorite player was mean.” He kissed and licked.

“I’m not… oh god… I’m not an agent… ohhh….” You lose your words as Chris slides a finger into you.

“I think in time, you’ll be one.” Chris said. He could feel you flutter so he added a second finger and pumped away. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“So close Chris, please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Chris moved faster. “Let go baby.”

One more stroke and you were lost. You moaned so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear you. Chris worked you down and then withdrew his fingers, only for him to lick them clean. “Oh fuck,” you say.

“That’s next,” he says with a smirk. He took off your restraints and climbed on top of you. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too. Give it to me Chris.”

He pushes himself into you and gasp at his size. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You felt better and you tipped your hips up. Chris started slow, not wanting to hurt you. “Please Chris, faster. Harder I won’t break.”

Chris sped up, thrusting hard and deeper into you. “God baby, you are so tight, so warm. I love it.” He kept going as he felt your walls start to flutter again. Your hands gripped his back, digging in your nails. “I can feel how close you are. Are you close?”

“Please baby please,” you mewled. Chris pushed in deeper, and you moan, tipping over the edge. “Chris!” You screamed as he started to faulter. He thrusted a couple more times before releasing in you. Chris collapsed on the side of you, breathing hard. He looked at you and smiled. “That was amazing.”

You smiled and curled onto his chest. “That was perfection.” He leaned down to kiss you…

*

You woke from your dream as you saw Chris place a cup of tea and some of your favorite cookies on the nightstand. “Hi sweetheart, I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, baby. I think it was the smell of the tea.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little.” You chew your lip as you try to sit up. Chris helps you up and gets you against the headboard. “I was dreaming.”

“Yea, what about?”

“The day we met.”

Chris chuckled. “That was a fun day. Why you chose to walk backwards I’ll never know.”

“How could I possibly walk way from those gorgeous baby blues?” You could still blush at Chris’s eyes. “I wanted to memorize them because I didn’t know if I would ever see you again.”

“Oh, you would have. I was still trying to figure out how to ask you out before you fell.”

“Really?”

“Yep, best decision I made was to stay at the urgent care to wait for you.”

“Bet you didn’t expect to be stuck with me for life then huh?”

“I was counting on it. I remember our first date. So passionate about your work, your family. I knew I was head over heels for you.”

“But you didn’t sleep with me that night.”

“Ma raised a gentleman.”

You smirked. “Didn’t stop you the next night.”

“I couldn’t resist you in that dress.”

“Any regrets?” You were suddenly worried. That happened a lot.

Chris looked at you with concern. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.” You looked away. “Maybe because this isn’t normal.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” When you didn’t turn your head, Chris pinched your chin gently to turn your head. “Look at me.” You finally locked eyes with him. “My only regret is that I didn’t do this sooner.” He kneeled next to the bed.

“YN, the last eight months have been the most interesting of my life. I don’t know how, but you falling made me fall in love with you. I know we have an incredible change coming but I know we can do it together. So let’s make this family a real family. Marry me.” He pulled out a gorgeous ring. “Be my wife, please?”

You start to cry. “Yes, Chris. Of course, yes.”

He hugs you gently and then slides the ring on to your finger. He then feels your eight-month belly move, his son kicking inside. “Hey buddy. Did you like that I proposed to mommy?” He rubbed your belly and then planted a kiss.

You smiled at the gesture. “This is your fault, you know,” pointing at your belly. “You tricked me into sleeping with you with your cooking and books. That foot massage.”

Chris smirked. “I remember you being a wiling participant. Teasing me with Brady.”

You stop mid reach for the tea. “You tricked me, admit it.”

“Nope,” he said. “It was both of us.”

“Do you have to push a human out of you?” You said with a pout.

“No ma’am.” He kisses you and smiles. “Fine. I’ll take the blame.” He rubbed your belly again. “Every time gorgeous.”

“Even for eating my cupcake?” The source of your earlier tears.

“Especially for eating your cupcake.”

[letarasstuff]

A Genius’ Baby

(A/N): This is based on this post and requested by an anon. It is also leaned on the episode, where JJ brings Henry in for the first time. I got the general idea from an episode of Bones (hmu if you know which one)

Summary: How will Spencer’s daughter’s first meeting with the team exactly go down?

Wordcount: 1.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________

Spencer never dreamed of taking time off of work voluntarily. He loves doing what he does for a living. It’s not only something he is good at, it’s also something that makes him proud, knowing how many lives the team safed together.

But one thing led to another and now he is a single father of a newborn baby girl. His first week with his little (Y/N) was, to put it mildly, chaotic. Her mother decided early on in the pregnancy that she doesn’t want to be a part of her child’s life. Spencer is fine with it, as long as he is able to be there for her.

“What do you think, Sweetie, is a visit at Daddy’s work going to kill the whole office, because you are way too adorable?” He asks her as he pushes her in her stroller through the streets. A cute gurgle comes from inside the stroller as an answer. “Yes, I think so, too.”

It’s their first time to visit the BAU, since the little one’s birth. (Y/N) is a month old now and the little family slowly finds a schedule to live by. They hadn’t had the time to take the metro and the following walk to Quantico, but Morgan took the liberty to come to Spencer’s apartment and help the freshly baked father a few times.

Father. It still has a weird ring to him, but it also makes Spencer swell with pride being able to call himself a word like that. He promised to (Y/N) that he will live up to it. That he never leaves her, unlike his own father did. It doesn’t matter how difficult things may get, Spencer is going to be there for his daughter.

But enough love smack for now. It’s time for Reid to show off his newborn cutiepie.

They get through security check rather easily, except for the guards, who swoon over small (Y/N). Spencer has to slap away several hands and he doesn’t want to imagine how many germs are all over them.

“Aaaaand here we are. This is where Daddy will go in a few months. I’ll make sure you’ll visit me as often as possible.” Then Spencer looks around only to see a vacant bullpen. “This is an example for your father not being as smart as everybody thinks. I forgot to ask if the team is on a case.” He facepalms himself, but continues to push the stroller.

A few minutes of walking later he knocks on Penelope’s door. “Wait a sec, the tech goddess is on her way, mysterious stranger.” As she opens the door, the blonde lets out a loud gasp.

“Is this- Oh my god- Is this- Are you.” Yes, Penelope Garcia is broken even before she gets to see the newest addition to the BAU kids. Spencer smiles while taking his girl out of the basket and holds her in his arms.

“Child, meet Penelope Garcia, one of your many Aunties.” The techie can’t hold in another gasp. “Oh my god, pretty boy. She is an overload of cuteness. I- I can’t! I think I got diabetes just by looking at her.” 

Some time later the doors to the elevator open, allowing the team to step out. They all look exhausted. That case didn’t go as planned, having lost more lives than necessary. As they make their way over to the bullpen a happy Technical Analyst approaches them with a pep in her step.

“There is a surprise for you in the conference room that definitely will cheer you all up. Pinky promise.” She doesn’t need to say more, because a pinky promise from Garcia is a safe ride.

And a surprise it is as they spot their fellow genius rocking a bundle of white blankets.

Hotch is the first one to speak. “I thought I told you to not come to the office. I said-” “That I have a family to think of now. I know Hotch, but I wanted to show my child where she will spend a great amount of time of her childhood and I wanted you to meet her.”

“Come on Spence, tell us her name”, JJ complains. Since he announced that he is going to be a father, he made a game out of them guessing her name.

“(Y/N), meet my team, also known as our family. Team, meet (Y/N) Diana Reid. Not only is she named after her Grandma, but also after her butts and doors kicking godfather, since it’s also the feminine form of Derek, who is going to be the best godfather in history on a side note.”

In this moment everyone has to push back tears, also Morgan, even though he knows the revelation already. Emily softly pushes her way to the front.

“Now, am I allowed to hold my goddaughter? I know as soon as Morgan gets his cool together he isn’t going to let me get my own time with her”, the back haired pouts. Spencer looks at her a little unsure.

“Uhm, can you uh sanitize your hands please?” He nods his head towards the diaper back on the round table. A little tube filled with hand sanitizer dangles from it. Without any complaints she compiles to the request, ready to do anything his teammate wants from her only to be able to touch the newborn.

“You do know that exposing your child to as many germs as possible in her early childhood makes her resistant to any allergies against them in her following development, right?” Rossi asks, an amused smile gracing his face.

Spencer blushes a bit while handing his daughter over to Prentiss, saying “be aware of her head, the neck is not strong enough to keep it up on its own yet” to her as if she never held a baby before. “Hey, Little One. I’m your Auntie Em”, she whispers.

“Uh, I know that, but I kind of decided that I don’t care about this statistic. Whoever wants to touch (Y/N) has to wash their hands and sanitize them. I can sleep better knowing that I even protect her against the smallest of things”, he sheepishly scratches his neck, seemingly not knowing what to do with them now.

“Well”, Derek says, “This is a first. Spencer Reid, the man of numbers, giving not a shi-” He cuts himself off seeing the warning glares from his team mates. “A shoot? Not giving a shoot about numbers?” Morgan tries to correct his statement.

“If you want to keep that mouth around my child, I have to rethink my decisions”, Spencer murmurs, watching Emily stroking (Y/N)’s soft check endearingly. Suddenly she begins to whine. The older woman looks up at the father, who glances at his watch.

“It’s time for her bottle. Let me go heat it u-” “I’ll do it”, Hotch offers. His face is less stern than usual, which is noticed by everyone. “Uhm, thank you. You hav-” “I don’t want to be rude, but I know how to heat up a bottle, Reid. I got a child on my own.” The Unit Chief says this with a smile and takes the little plastic bottle out of the genius’ hand to go to the little kitchen the office offers.

After this little visit many follow in the next few months Spencer is off duty and they still remain in some frequency as he comes back. Because nobody can survive long without as much as a glance of their favorite little genius.

Taglist:

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl

Spencer Reid:

@calm-and-doctor

x child!reader:

@ilovetaquitosmmmm

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 53 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 7.0k

warnings: cursing, smut, blackmail

Chapter 53: Too Goo To Be True - Part 1

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You woke to the feeling of soft lips lightly brushing against yours and the sound of even softer words whispered into the stillness of the morning.

Wake up, sleeping beauty.

I’ve just given you a true love’s kiss.

With all your might you tried not to react, tried to feign sleep in the hopes that Tae would continue spoiling you with tender kisses and sweet words as he attempted to rouse you, but you simply could not stop a tiny smile from spreading across your face.

“At last,” he then whispered excitedly. “She has awoken from her endless slumber.”

At that, your smile widened. This silly, sweet side of Tae was just so endearing. You’d been awake for less than a minute and already he had you swooning, your heart threatening to burst due to cuteness overload.

“Are you my Prince Charming?” you asked shyly, your eyes still closed as you snuggled against his bare chest.

“Yes,” he replied happily, smiling into the kiss he then pressed to your forehead. “And, you are my beautiful princess.”

You were smiling from ear to ear now, completely smitten with the man in whose arms you laid. Tae had this incredible ability to take any moment, however brief or ordinary, and make it feel special and memorable, truly magical. Being with him was honestly like living in a fairy tale, one that you had feared for so long was too good to be true, but now trusted and believed with all your heart was real.

After laying there for a few more minutes, basking in the warmth of both his love and his embrace, you finally opened your eyes and pulled back to find him gazing at you with a soft, intent expression. As he brushed away a wisp of your hair and then cradled your face in his hand, you felt that familiar fluttering in your chest. Yesterday he had said you were the most precious thing in the world to him and right now, with how lovingly he was looking at you and how tenderly he was holding you, you truly felt like you were.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked a moment later, having grown a bit shy under his gaze.

He didn’t respond right away and instead took his thumb and lightly ran it along your lower lip. As he did, a tiny shiver went up your spine as the atmosphere in the room shifted ever so slightly. The love was still clearly there in his eyes, but it was now accompanied by an unmistakable glint of lust.

“Last night,” he finally confessed, his sultry voice shooting right through you. “And how much I loved being with you like that.”

“Being so close to you,” he went on, your breath hitching as he leaned in and tilted your chin up with his finger. “Feeling all of you.”

“It was incredible,” he then murmured, his lips just a breath away from yours.

“It was,” you agreed quietly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, utterly intoxicated by him.

The next thing you knew, he had closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a deep, sensual kiss that had memories from last night instantly flooding back to you.  

How it began with an innocent goodnight kiss that lingered on and on before eventually turning messy and desperate. The way his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck while he teased his fingers along the waistband of your shorts. The rush you felt when he whispered in your ear that he missed being inside you and hearing your pretty sounds and feeling you come around him. How he slowly removed your clothes and then licked and bit his lips as his gaze shamelessly roamed over you. The searing hot kisses he trailed all the way down your body, how he softly sucked and nipped as he went, and all the sinfully sweet words he murmured against your skin.

Want to take care of you

Make my sweetheart feel so good

Worship your beautiful body that’s carrying our baby

Show you just how much I love you, Jagi

How he then used his mouth to express that love, but didn’t use words. His insatiable hunger as he pleasured you until your body was trembling and your mind was devoid of all thoughts except him. Breathlessly telling him that you wanted and needed him. Him reaching over to the nightstand out of habit. You reminding him that you didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant when you were already pregnant. The adorably sheepish grin he then gave you. The passionate kiss you shared as he laid his body down on yours.

Making love without anything between you for the first time. How it felt so much more intimate and meaningful, every sensation heightened and the pleasure beyond anything you’d ever experienced before. The way he held you so close and gazed into your eyes as he slowly and deeply thrust into you. The physical and emotional bliss of coming together. How truly whole you felt afterwards, sharing languid kisses and confessing your love over and over again while your bodies remained intimately intertwined.

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An hour later you were in the kitchen savoring the one cup of coffee you were now allowed to have every day and waiting for Tae to finish showering so you could hop in. He had pleaded for you to join him, promising with puppy dog eyes that he would be on his best behavior and that you two would only clean each other, but you knew better than to believe that. Even after last night’s three rounds and this morning’s two, it was clear that neither of you were satiated. His appetite was particularly ravenous, having admitted last night that you being pregnant with his child was something he found extremely sexy. If you had gotten in the shower with him just now he surely would have misbehaved, you obviously would have had to punish him, and you two definitely would have then missed the meeting with Bang PD and the lawyer that you needed to be at in forty-five minutes.

As you stood there leaning against the kitchen counter, mug in hand, your mind began wandering to all the questions that needed to be answered and decisions that needed to be made. If Jisoo would actually try to blackmail Tae and what would happen if she did. How to tell your families and close friends about the pregnancy. If they would be as supportive as you hoped. When to get legally married and when to have the wedding reception. How to begin telling other people about your relationship with Tae. If they would believe that your marriage was genuine and that your baby was truly wanted. What jobs you would apply for once you left Big Hit. When and if you would go back to work after you gave birth. If you would be a good mother.

However, there was one thought that weighed more heavily on your mind than all the rest combined: whether or not Tae would actually remain in BTS. Last night after your ultrasound, while you were laying with him and waiting to be released, you fell asleep for a little bit. When you woke up you found him on his phone scrolling through his contract. He said he was just glancing at it, but you knew there was more to it than that.

He had reluctantly agreed when you told him that you still wanted to wait before you made any decisions, but in the hours since then your own feelings had become muddled. As adamant as you had been back at the hospital that you two could make it work once you left Big Hit, you couldn’t deny the anxiety you now felt when you imagined what life was going to be like moving forward. You thought you were going to have time to adjust and gradually settle into your new routine, but that notion had gone out the window the moment you saw those two pink lines.

The truth was, you being pregnant changed everything. So many new and exciting, but also stressful things were about to happen and you honestly didn’t know if you could handle them all without Tae by your side. Given how inseparable you’d been for the last three years, the idea of being apart for even a little while made your heart legitimately ache. The hectic and unpredictable nature of his regular schedule would be hard enough to deal with, but sadly there would be a far greater challenge awaiting you both if he chose not to give up his idol life.

After not touring at all this year, BTS was set to embark on a massive world tour next year. Once they kicked things off in February with several shows in South Korea, they would spend almost two months in North America and then a month in Europe. At the end of May they would come home for Festa and Muster which would last most of June. They would then spend the rest of the summer touring Japan and Southeast Asia before the tour concluded with a big three-day finale back in Seoul at the end of September. Other than a couple weekends off here and there, and a two week break in mid-summer, they would be going nonstop for almost eight months.

And, you would be giving birth right in the middle of it all.

Putting down your suddenly tasteless coffee, you dropped your head into your hands and let out a long, frustrated sigh. The truth was undeniable: if Tae was considering leaving BTS before, he was surely now convinced that it was what he needed to do. There was just no way he was going to want to be away from you while you were pregnant, let alone once the baby was born.

This realization caused a flurry of conflicting emotions to well up inside you. You wanted more than anything to have him with you, to share all of the experiences of pregnancy and new parenthood together, but wanting that made you feel so guilty. To be with you he would need to make an enormous sacrifice, one that would undoubtedly cause confusion and hardship and heartbreak for so many people. Even if he said it's what he wanted, even if it was what was best for your family and relationship in the long run, allowing him to do it still just felt so selfish. Tae offered so much to the world as a member of BTS, so much love and joy and positivity, and also received so much in return.

Could you really allow him to give all that up?

The answer to that question was elusive, but just as you began to chase it around your mind, you heard a knock on the apartment door. It was soft, so soft that you thought for a moment that you had imagined the sound, but when you heard it again a few moments later, you realized that it was most definitely real.

As you walked down the hallway towards the foyer, you decided your visitor must be one of the guys. Tae had texted their group chat late last night and told them that you fainted while at Big Hit and were taken to the hospital, but that you were discharged and were doing alright. He mentioned that the situation involved Jisoo, and also let them know that Bang PD and several others now knew about your relationship, but didn’t go into much more detail since he wanted to talk to them about everything in person. He said nothing about the pregnancy, though, partly because it wasn’t something to be shared over text, but also because it was still a little early to tell people.

All of the guys had responded with concern and well-wishes and both Jimin and Namjoon had texted back separately asking if there was anything that the two of you needed. It honestly wouldn’t have surprised you at all if one of them decided to pop over just in case to make sure that everything truly was alright. However, after undoing the deadbolt and lock, you opened the door and were brought face to face with the absolute last person you were expecting.

Jisoo

The fact that she was standing in front of you was surprising enough, but it was the state of her appearance that was most shocking. In the year and a half that you had known her, you had never seen her look so unkempt. She was completely bare faced, having not even bothered to hide the dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was undone, piled in a messy heap atop her head. Her clothes were plain, a bit grungy, even: black leggings with scuffed white sneakers and a blue crew neck sweatshirt that was clearly distressed not by design, but by years of wear and tear. The color was faded and bleached in some spots, the ends of the sleeves frayed and covered with black smudges you had a sneaking suspicion were mascara. Her eyes were red and puffy, the unmistakable aftermath of fallen tears, and wide with fear and anticipation.

The sight before you was disarming, automatically eliciting emotions you never thought you could feel for the woman who stood before you. She looked broken, a mere shell of a human, and no matter how hard you tried to fight them, genuine feelings of concern and sympathy flickered inside you. Despite everything she had said and done to you and Tae, despite how much she had hurt you both, you simply could not find it within yourself to take pleasure in her own obvious pain.

The two of you spent what felt like hours staring at each other in complete silence. As you watched her gaze briefly travel over you, and saw it linger on all the skin exposed by Tae’s loose-fitting V-neck tee shirt, the irony of the situation sank in. You were the one now covered in marks, ones that had obviously been given to you by the man whose clothes you were wearing, the man that you still shared a home with and were clearly still dating. The dramatic reversal of your roles should have given you at least a small amount of satisfaction, but it didn’t. Instead, it caused a pit to form in the bottom of your stomach.

“I-I’m glad you’re still here,” she finally said, sounding slightly relieved, somewhat surprised, but mostly nervous.

“I was hoping to speak with you and Tae,” she went on, barely able to meet your eye.

Struggling to comprehend not only the words she was saying, but the entire situation, you continued gaping at her in disbelief. She wasn’t supposed to be here right now. She wasn’t supposed to have been the one to reach out. You and Tae hadn’t met with Bang PD and the lawyer yet. You hadn’t made a plan for how to handle everything. Namjoon wasn’t here and the conversation wasn’t being recorded. It was all wrong. The whole situation was all wrong.

And yet, something inside you was telling you that you should hear what she had to say.

Wordlessly, you stepped aside and ushered her through the door. After closing it, you turned and walked with her down the hallway towards the kitchen. When you got there, you gestured for her to take a seat at the island counter.

“I’m going to go get Tae,” you said after a moment of debating whether or not it was OK to leave her alone in the apartment. “Just...wait here.”

She nodded in reply and you turned to leave the room, but before you could even take a step, Tae’s voice rang out from within the apartment.

“Jagi, I had a thought in the shower,” he called from down the hall. “If we turn the office into the baby’s room, should we move our bedroom into the room next to it? I’m worried about it taking too long to get all the way across the apartment if the baby needs us in the middle of the night.”

You froze, your heart absolutely plummeting in your chest, as you realized what Tae had just inadvertently revealed to Jisoo. He had only been in the shower for a few minutes when she knocked and you thought for sure he would still be in there now. Obviously, though, you were wrong and now your precious secret was out.

“I'm also worried about not being able to hear when something is wrong,” he added, now sounding like he was getting closer. “I know we’ll have a baby monitor, but what if it doesn’t work for some reason? What if our baby spends the whole night crying all alone while we’re asleep? Just thinking about that makes me want to cry.”

“We definitely need to-,” he then began before abruptly stopping when he turned the corner and saw Jisoo.

For a few seconds he just stood there in stunned silence, staring at her with wide eyes, but as soon as he snapped out of it he was at your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest in a protective embrace. You couldn’t see his face, but from the terrified look on Jisoo’s you knew he was giving her his most intimidating death glare.

“What are you doing here?” he spat, his voice cold and sharp as ice.

She flinched, physically recoiling from his verbal assault, but her gaze remained fixed on you.

“You’re pregnant?” she whispered.

Your first instinct was to deny it, but you realized a second later that it was pointless. There was honestly no other explanation for what she had just heard Tae say.

“I am,” you admitted sheepishly. “We found out last night after I went to the hospital.”

“You went to the hospital?” she breathed out, her eyes wide in shock.

“I fainted after Tae told me the truth about his grandmother’s ring,” you said hesitantly, Tae hugging you tighter as you spoke. “I hadn’t eaten in a while and my blood pressure was already low because I’m pregnant. When I got really overwhelmed my body just shut down.”

You truly hadn’t said that to guilt her, you’d just wanted to explain the situation, but the way her face somehow fell ever further upon hearing them made it crystal clear that the weight of your words was absolutely crushing. Against all reason, you felt your heart clench at the sight.

“Jisoo, why are you here?” Tae asked again, his tone now even more threatening.

She took a few moments before answering, looking down at the floor and taking a deep breath as she clearly tried to compose herself.

“I came to apologize,” she finally said, looking up at the two of you. “And to explain.”

Tae said nothing in reply, just stared back at her, his gaze piercing and his jaw tightly set. He was clearly skeptical of her intentions which was absolutely warranted given everything she had done. Your own reservations were swirling around inside you, but there too was that same voice from before, urging you to listen.

“I think you know already that what I said last night wasn’t the truth,” she began quietly, guilt written all over her face. “But, I just want to make it absolutely clear that nothing inappropriate ever happened between Tae and I.”

“It was so wrong of me to make it seem like something had,” she continued as her voice started to tremble. “I-I’m truly ashamed that I did that.”

“I’m so sorry,” she then confessed as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry for all of the terrible things I did and said. I’m sorry for lying and manipulating you and trying to come between you. I’m sorry for everything. If I could go back and undo it all, I would. I’m not asking for forgiveness because I know I don’t deserve it, but I just…I just need you to know that I’m so sorry.”

For the longest time, the room was dead silent save for the faint ticking from the clock on the nearby wall. Your head was swimming with an infinite number of indecipherable thoughts. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to ever receive an apology from Jisoo. She had acted so deliberately and with such calculated malice that it seemed unfathomable for her to actually feel guilt or remorse. The fact that she did, and had just expressed those feelings to you with what sounded to be true sincerity, left you completely at a loss.

“Why?” was all Tae finally said, his tone harsh and demanding. “Why did you do this to us?”

“I-I…It just…I was…,” she stammered before her voice trailed off and a few tears began trickling out.

“I trusted you,” he went on, his voice rising in frustration. “I trusted you and you betrayed me. You ruined what was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life. You jeopardized my entire future, everything I’ve spent years waiting and hoping for. You hurt me deeply, more than anyone else ever has and probably ever will, but far worse than that, you hurt Y/N. You hurt her and tried to drive her away, knowing how much I love her and that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”  

“Why would you be so cruel?” he then shouted, now shaking with rage. “Why would you be so fucking selfish?”

At the sound of his words, something inside Jisoo seemed to snap. In an instant, the sad, shameful look she had worn since the moment you first laid eyes on her vanished and gave way to one of seething anger.

“Because someone was blackmailing me!” she yelled back at him.

“Someone who knew about your relationship was threatening me,” she continued, an unmistakable hint of fear now mixed in with her anger. “And I-I just panicked.”

Of all the reasons she could have given, that was the absolute last one you ever would have expected. As you and Tae wordlessly stood there, both of you too shocked to even attempt to respond, she pulled out her phone and navigated to her text messages. After scrolling for what felt like an eternity, she finally set her phone down on the counter and turned it around so you could see.

There on the screen was a photo of a beach with a beautiful sunset. On that beach, standing a couple feet into the water, was a man holding a barefoot woman in his arms. She was snuggled up against him, her head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his neck, and his lips were pressed to her temple in a kiss.

The scene was so tender and intimate and romantic.

And so heart-stoppingly familiar.

You gasped, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, as Tae stiffened beside you, his grip on your waist tightening like a vice. The evidence was right there in front of you, clear as day, and yet you simply could not believe it. Your magical moment on the beach with Tae, the one that changed your life forever, had been secretly witnessed and photographed by someone.

As she swiped through several more photos, you saw Tae turning around and carrying you across the sand back towards the road. The quality of the photos was shockingly good and you could clearly tell it was him in most of them. Having nuzzled into his neck because you were feeling shy and nervous, your face was hidden in all of the photos except for the last. In that one, Tae had just reached the road and you had finally pulled back to look at him. It wasn’t the best angle, but anyone who knew you would be able to recognize you in a heartbeat.

“I was sent these photos one night three weeks ago by a random number,” Jisoo said to break the silence.

“It took me a few minutes to realize they had been taken at the Itaewon Class photoshoot,” she went on, her voice hushed and shaky. “As you know, I wasn’t there, but I remembered you saying that it took place at the beach and that Y/N went with you.”

“I was confused and nervous as to why someone was sending them to me,” she admitted, sounding genuinely fearful. “But, before I could reply, more messages came flooding in.”

The photos she showed you next were infinitely more disturbing than the ones from the beach and had you clutching Tae’s shirt in absolute horror. You and Tae loading things into your car outside of your old apartment. You and Tannie playing in what was supposed to be the private courtyard of the apartment complex. You driving through the gate and into the parking garage underneath the building. You walking out of the front doors of the Big Hit building. You shopping at the grocery store while wearing Tae’s gray sweatshirt. There were a bunch more of you out and about around Seoul, all of them taken at what appeared to be frighteningly close range, and then came the text messages.

[Unknown 8:44 PM] Who is this woman?

[Unknown 8:46 PM] She shouldn’t be touching Tae.

[Unknown 8:47 PM] She shouldn’t be in his home or playing with Tannie or wearing his clothes.

The next set of photos were no longer of you and Tae, but of Jisoo and Tae. They clearly weren’t taken by the sender and instead seemed to have been gathered from the internet. Most of them showed their interactions at various events they’d both attended, like her kissing him on the cheek at last year’s Golden Disc Awards. There were also a number of screenshots from the Instagram Lives they did over the summer when they were recording the song. A couple of them were even fan edits, ones you had previously seen circulated on Twitter by delusional TaeSoo shippers.

[Unknown 9:15 PM] Are you mad that he left you for her?

[Unknown 9:16 PM] You should be.

[Unknown 9:16 PM] She doesn’t deserve him.

[Unknown 9:17 PM] You don’t deserve him either.

[Unknown 9:20 PM] No one does.

“By this point, I was already so creeped out,” Jisoo said, sounding truly frightened. “This person was obviously a crazy sasaeng fan who was obsessed with Tae and had been stalking you both for months. I don’t think they knew about the fake dating cover, but they clearly thought Tae and I were actually dating at some point and figured out that you and him were currently together.”

“They were following you everywhere you went, Y/N,” she added as she looked at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Everywhere.”

You shuddered, the hairs on the back of your neck rising up as your stomach dropped. Someone had been following you and watching you and photographing you for months and you’d had absolutely no idea. As a tidal wave of fear and disgust and dread crashed over you, Tae drew you even closer, holding you in the tightest, most protective embrace as he pressed his cheek to your temple.

“I was going to tell you,” Jisoo then said, her voice laden with regret as fresh tears pooled in her eyes. “I was going to tell you so you could alert the police and get the Bit Hit security team involved. I was, I promise.”

“But, then they sent this,” she all but whispered as she scrolled down to reveal another set of messages and photos.

[Unknown 10:20 PM] She can’t be with him anymore.

[Unknown 10:22 PM] Make her go away.

[Unknown 10:23 PM] Do it or else.

Below those distressing, threatening messages was a photo of a girl sitting at a café, a drink in one hand, her phone in the other. She looked to be a bit younger than you, the presence of a backpack on the chair beside her indicating she was likely still in school. She had big, almond eyes, pink heart-shaped lips, and long, dark brown hair that cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her beauty was striking. It was the kind you couldn’t help but notice and admire. The kind you would remember and recognize again if you ever saw it. The kind, you then realized, that was standing right in front of you.

“Jisoo, who is that?” you asked quietly.

Watching as the anguish spread across her face and her lower lip began to quiver, tears pricked at your own eyes as you realized you already knew the answer to that question.

“It’s my little sister, Hyejin,” she cried before a terrible sob tore through her and she completely lost it.

Without even thinking, you slipped out of Tae’s hold, strode over to Jisoo, and gathered her in your arms. She melted into your embrace instantly, burying her face in your shoulder as she began sobbing uncontrollably. As you stroked her back and whispered comforting words, you watched as Tae started swiping through more photos.

They were just like the ones of you, candid and invasive and wholly unsettling. Hyejin shopping at the mall. Walking down the sidewalk. At a restaurant with friends. In her car at a gas station. Through the window in what appeared to be a dorm room. There were just so many photos and below them were more threats, each one more frightening than the last. At some point Jisoo responded, at first refusing to get involved, but eventually conceding once it was clear the sasaeng fan could not be reasoned with.

Beside you, Tae looked stricken, his face drained of all color as he stared down at Jisoo’s phone. He hadn’t said a word, but you knew exactly what was going through his mind. Family was everything to Tae; he loved and protected his fiercely. He went to extraordinary measures to keep them hidden and allow them to live safe, normal lives. It broke his heart that he often couldn’t be there with them, that he had to miss things like his brother’s baseball games and sister’s dance recitals, but he had no other choice. The risk of him being recognized and his family being exposed was just too great. If anything ever happened to them because of him, he would never forgive himself.

“I don’t know how this happened,” Jisoo sobbed into your shoulder, almost incoherently. “I’ve always been so careful. I’ve never posted photos of her. I’ve never gone out in public with her. I’ve never shared any of her personal information. I've been an idol for six years and no one has ever found her before now.”

“Hyejin is only seventeen,” she went on despondently. “It’s my job to take care of her and keep her safe, but I didn’t do that. She’s in danger and it’s my fault. All of this is my fault.”

With every word she spoke, your heart broke a little more. From the conversations he’d had with Jisoo over the last few months, Tae had gathered that she didn’t have the best home life while growing up. After her parents went through a bitter divorce when she was very young, she and Hyejin ended up living with their father. He never remarried, but their mother did and then moved far away not long after. From that point forward, Jisoo became somewhat of a mother figure to her younger sister, doing everything she could to help raise the young girl and also protect her from their father who unfortunately was not always the kindest man.

After joining the drama club simply to get out of the house, Jisoo quickly discovered that she had both a talent and passion for performing. With encouragement from her performing arts teacher, she eventually auditioned with YG entertainment when she was sixteen and was accepted as a trainee. Becoming a trainee allowed Jisoo to escape, but it also meant leaving her sister behind which made her feel unbearably guilty. Despite her hectic schedule as a trainee and eventual idol, Jisoo visited home as much as possible to continue taking care of Hyejin and, as soon as could afford it, arranged to have her enrolled in a private boarding school just outside of Seoul.

It was rare for Jisoo to step out of her cold, hard idol persona, even when she was alone with Tae, but when she’d spoken of her sister he had noted an undeniable warmth and tenderness. Though she often tried to play it off, it was clear to him that she absolutely adored the girl and would do anything for her. In what you now realized was the most ironic and heartbreaking turn of events, it had actually been Jisoo’s quiet, but unwavering love for her sister that ultimately convinced Tae that she could be trusted to safeguard your love.

“I’m so sorry,” Jisoo said again, finally lifting her head to look at you. “I know I shouldn’t have given in, but I was just so scared. I didn’t know what to do. They knew so much about her and were threatening such terrible things. I was so afraid of what would happen if I asked for help. I just panicked.”

“I just wanted them to stop,” she added softly, looking and sounding so terribly distraught. “I just wanted them to leave my little sister alone.”

As you watched tears once again well up her eyes, and felt your heart ripping apart, you were struck with a truly devastating realization: the sasaeng fan targeted Jisoo as a way to get to you. Had they been able to discover your identity, it wouldn’t have been Hyejin being threatened, it would have been Jia and Nari. A gut-wrenching mixture of relief and guilt immediately welled up inside you. What would you have done if that had happened? What would you have done if someone threatened the people you loved most in the entire world?

The answer was immediate: you would have done anything to protect them.

“I know,” you told her as the first few tears began spilling down your own cheeks. “I know and I understand. I have two sisters and I love them more than life itself. I can’t even imagine how scared you must have been.”

“I’m so sorry that they did this to you because of me,” you went on, now crying in earnest. “I’m sorry and I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too,” Tae added softly as he wrapped an arm around you and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We’re not going to let this person hurt you or your sister,” he then vowed. “We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”

~~~

Jisoo accompanied you and Tae to your meeting with Bang PD and the Big Hit lawyer. With your support, she told them everything she’d shared with you, showing them the messages and photos and explaining what had happened. Bang PD was extremely concerned about the breach in security and quite disappointed that she hadn’t come forward sooner, but mostly he was upset that you’d all gone through such an awful experience.

He and the lawyer spent the next few hours explaining what would happen moving forward. Sadly, it was nothing new for one of their idols to be threatened and blackmailed, though they did acknowledge that this was a particularly messy situation. The authorities would be contacted immediately to help track down the person who had contacted Jisoo and bring charges against them. In the meantime, security would be heightened for you, Tae, and Jisoo as well as Hyejin.

Given that this person had been holding onto these photos for months, the lawyer was fairly confident that they had no actual intentions of releasing them. Usually when someone had compromising photos or information they wanted one of two things: money or attention. Money was clearly not the motivator in this situation; this person could have made a fortune by selling the photos of you and Tae, but had chosen not to. As long as ‘Jisoo’, aka the police using Jisoo’s phone, kept contacting them, they would be happy and cooperative, ideally long enough to be found.

When it was time for Jisoo and the lawyer to leave and go to the police station, you got up to give her a hug goodbye. She instantly returned it and then asked if the two of you could talk real in the hallway. Once the door closed she apologized again, not for what had transpired over the last three weeks, but for everything that had happened over the last year and a half. With a blush, she bluntly admitted to having always had a crush on Tae and being jealous of you. Even before you were together, she’d noticed the way he looked at you and spoke of you and suspected that he thought of you as more than a colleague or friend. She flirted with him nonetheless, and held out hope that maybe he’d someday return her feelings, but while they were recording the song together over the summer she finally accepted he was legitimately in love with you.

She said it stung to sing a love song with her crush, knowing that he wrote it for another woman, and that it hurt even more when Tae reached out to her almost two months later asking to fake date her to hide his relationship with you. To her it was a slap in the face since she thought she’d made it pretty obvious over the summer that she was genuinely interested in him. Given how aloof Tae could sometimes be, you knew it was entirely possible that he’d missed even the clearest signs that she’d given him.

In hindsight, she realized that she never should have agreed to the fake dating arrangement. She thought she could separate her feelings and approach the situation objectively, but she was wrong. She felt bitter and frustrated and honestly confused at times and she took it out on you by being petty and pushing the envelope when she was with Tae.

Her heartfelt apology was one you deeply appreciated and accepted without hesitation. Had you been in her shoes, you’re honestly not sure you would have handled it any better. You knew it would have absolutely crushed you to have Tae hold your hand and kiss your cheek and call you Jagi, but not actually mean any of it.

After saying one final goodbye, and promising to talk with her later to hear how everything went with the police, you went back into Bang PD’s office. He was on the phone with someone from the security team so you wordlessly sat down and waited for him to finish. As you gazed out the window at the Han River, contemplating how truly unbelievable the last twenty four hours had been, Tae reached over from where he was sitting beside you and took your hand. Turning to face him, you found him holding up a finger heart with his other hand which instantly brought a smile to your lips.

“I know it’s been such a long and tiring day for the two of you, but before you leave there is still one more matter that we need to discuss,” Bang PD tentatively began after he finally hung up the phone.

“Your relationship,” he then simply stated after a brief pause.

Amidst all the drama regarding Jisoo and the sasaeng fan, you had almost forgotten that this conversation was likely to take place today. Even though you had long ago accepted its inevitable outcome, you found yourself feeling incredibly nervous now that the moment had finally arrived. Sitting up straighter in your chair as Tae gave your hand an encouraging squeeze, you waited with bated breath for the Big Hit CEO to continue.

“I’ll be honest, my gut reaction last night was to forbid Taehyung from revealing your relationship to anyone here at Big Hit even after you left so as to avoid any controversy,” he admitted warily, causing your heart to seize.

“One of my biggest concerns is a potential scandal,” he went on. “We have done an excellent job so far maintaining the privacy of everyone’s relationships, in large part because our staff has been so compliant with their nondisclosure agreements, but I worried about how news of your relationship would be perceived internally. The optics are not great, especially with Jisoo being involved as well, and I feared there would be significant backlash once word got out.”

“However, I had a meeting with someone this morning who convinced me that a different, but equally drastic action needed to be taken,” he then said, giving you both a tight lipped smile.

Just then, he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a large manila envelope. It was unlabeled, save for the red ‘confidential’ stamp in the upper left hand corner. After holding it in his hands for a few moments, he eventually laid it down on the desk and then gently slid it over to you.

Picking it up with your free hand that was shaking ever so slightly, you realized that whatever was inside was rather thick and immediately your mind began racing. The envelope said ‘confidential’ so it must contain some sort of legal document. Did he just serve you court papers? Was Big Hit actually suing you for breach of contract?

“Sir, what is this?” you asked quietly, trying desperately to keep your voice from trembling.

“Why don’t you open it and find out,” was all he said in reply.

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