#HES ALL WRAPPED UP IN A BLANKET LIKE A BURRITO

[darknight3904]

All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: The appearance of a stranger in Jackson has your world turning upside down as Joel tries to keep you grounded.

Warnings: Violence, torture with a knife, guns, SA, mentions of gang rape (Neither are depicted in detail) Language, death.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Alright, strap in folks, here we go.

May 2024

It happens in the blink of an eye, Ellie's voice yells his name, and all of a sudden you're no longer standing. Instead, you've straddled the newcomer and well for lack of a better word, attacked him.

"Woah, wait!"

Joel hands his gun off to someone he can't quite remember the name of before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you off the man you've dubbed Adam.

You're kicking and screaming, cursing out both him and the stranger and Joel looks back at the man. Angry red streaks from your nails run down his face, close to his eyes, and in the dim light, Joel can see the finest streaks of blood.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Your loud voice bounces off the surrounding buildings as he holds you back. Joel tells you to calm down but it doesn't do much good as you thrash. His eyes fall to Adam again and Joel can't help but wonder, who was this man?

"Take 'em to the stables." Joel nods to Louis who forces the man to his feet and motions for another man to carry the woman, "In an empty stall, tie 'em up."

As soon as Adam fades from view, Joel releases you. You deliver a hard shove to his chest and he stumbles back a step.

"You mind tellin' me what the hell is going on?" Joel huffs, his arms burning from holding you back.

"No." You seethe, your eyes remain fixed on the stable doors.

The next day, early morning...

Ellie watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. Joel had put you to bed last night on their couch. Ellie wasn't sure what was wrong with you. Just a day ago you'd been composed, laughing with her about Gladiator and now you were pulling apart at the seams.

She could tell you knew that man, Adam. Whoever he was, you clearly hated him. Ellie hadn't been able to get a good look but she was pretty sure you'd done a good number on his face.

"She up?" Joel asks quietly as he descends the stairs.

"No," Ellie sighs, "She looks exhausted though."

Joel nods as he peers over the back of the couch to get a better look.

"Why don't you get a move on. School's starting in," He glances at the clock, "Twenty minutes."

"It's a five-minute walk." Ellie points out, not eager to leave so soon.

"Just get going. Maybe that Dina girl will be early like you. Y'can talk to her while you wait." Joel says

Ellie groans but stands up anyway, hoping Joel can't see the way her face has gotten a bit red at the mention of Dina. How embarrassing he was!

The door slams shut five minutes later and Joel glances at the couch again.

"You can stop fakin'. She's gone."

You shift a bit under the blankets, you remind Joel of a big burrito. Last night, he'd tucked you under what had to have been at least 7 blankets. Your eyes had been glassy with fear and he'd sat by your side until you dozed off.

Joel sits down on the couch cushion your feet are closest to, he pats your calf through the blankets, "Gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

Another shift of the blankets and Joel hears a small sniffle before you sit up. Your hair is a mess as you push it from your eyes and look over at him. Your usually bright eyes are dull, stained red with tears while your nose is irritated from wiping it too many times as you sniffle again.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Joel softly asks again

He hadn't expected to see tears. You were worrying him, first your erratic behavior last night and now you were crying the world's biggest stain into his couch.

It's quiet for a moment, so quiet Joel can hear the birds singing outside. Another moment passes before you look over at him, anger brimming in your eyes.

"We have to kill him."

Approximately 9 hours ago...

Joel watches as Ellie and Brett take you back to his house. He sighs and runs a hand down your weary face. You're in good hands, Brett, even if he's an idiot, won't hurt you. As for Ellie, well, at this point Joel would probably let her shave his whole head if it was necessary. He trusted her to take care of you until he could get back.

The stables reek. Even though they had just been mucked out before dinner, they still stunk. Shimmer lets out a snort as Joel passes.

Louis and another man, his name might be Matt stand at the doors to the last stall, their guns pointed at the strangers.

"Alright, let's try this again," Joel says looking down at the man, "Names."

"Adam." The redhead spits out, refusing to look up at Joel

So you were right. Just who was this Adam and what had he done.

"And her?" Joel nods to the woman, still unconscious.

"Lana."

"Why is Lana unconscious, Adam? One of the scouts said she was already out when they'd picked you up down by the dam." Joel says, remembering what Brett had said before walking off with you tucked into his side

"I don't fucking know. Can we please just get some food and water?" Adam scoffs

Joel shakes his head, what an ego this one had.

"You're not calling the shots here. I want answers. Then we'll think about getting you food."

The man lets out a small whimper. How pathetic.

"She passed out maybe an hour before your crew found us. I don't know what's wrong with her." Adam says looking down at the woman

Joel looks at Lana. She's deathly pale and looks more bone than flesh even in Louis' dim flashlight.

"Matt, I want you to take her to the clinic. Have the doc take a look at her but keep her tied to the bed."

Matt nods and gathers her up in his arms with ease before slowly walking off.

"Matt!" Joel calls to the younger man, "Keep her away from Maria."

"Will do, Joel."

Joel turns back to Adam whose hands are still bound to a post behind him.

"Now, where are you comin' from, Adam?"

June 2017, two weeks before the escape...

A warm washcloth roams your back. Weeks of dirt, blood, and grime stain the once-clean water. You focus on your fingernails, they're cracked and the cuticles are dry.

"Need to keep these clean."

A big hand traces the edge of a fresh wound and you shiver at the pain it causes.

"I know."

Your voice is barely a whisper as you try not to cry. This happened often, swallowing your tears. He hated it so much, the tears and the snot that came with them.

Adam liked smiles and pleases and thank you's, so that's what you did. You nodded and smiled when he asked you things, you asked him questions and tried to memorize things about him. Adam liked the color red, he didn't like flannels or the winter. He preferred deer over rabbit, he hated the taste of dog but didn't mind duck.

The house they'd holed up in wasn't big. A small ranch but it was good enough to wait out the horrible storm that had lasted through the night. Tomorrow they'd drag you back out on the road and leave you tied to a tree for the night. This home was a luxury you hadn't felt in a long time.

Adam had boiled water for you to bathe. In any other circumstance, it would've been considered thoughtful, romantic even. But it just made your skin crawl, the way his eyes roamed your body as you sat there, knees tucked to your chest while he cleaned you.

"Louder. I don't like mumbling." Adam says

"Sorry." You say, louder this time.

He nods and pushes your knees into the water. The rag runs across your chest as he gropes you a smirk lining his features when you shiver.

"You fucking slut."

Your head snaps to look at him. What had you done wrong now? You thought he liked it when you were responsive to his touches, grant it you'd been shivering in fear but he didn't need to know that.

"Three of us fucked you an hour ago and you're still lusting for more." He laughs

"N-No I-"

"No?" He scoffs, his face dropping the smile that'd been on his face just a second ago

You raise your hands up, bracing them against his forearms, "I didn't mean it like that I-"

His arms, which are so much stronger than yours after weeks of being tied, slam into you. Your feet kick in the water as he slams you down, your head hitting the floor of the tub. Dirty water fills your lungs as you grapple against the hand that has wrapped itself around your neck.

A muffled voice reaches your ears as your broken nails dig into rough flesh. Your gasp fills the air as he heaves you back up, your hair dripping water into your eyes.

"You don't get to say no to me."

Back to the Present...

Joel feels hot rage burn through him. He doesn't know if he's ever been this angry. You're scurrying after him, yelling his name as you pull a normal shirt on, Ellie had changed you into pajamas last night.

The door to the stables slams open, and horses snort and whinny in protest to his sudden entrance. Joel stalks toward the last stall where the guard, Kent has fallen asleep, his gun discarded on the floor.

Adam is in a daze of sleep when Joel cuts him from the post and hauls him to his feet.

"Wha-"

He doesn't get a word out before Joel's fist slams into his jaw. Adam howls in pain and falls to the ground. Joel feels his hand throb in protest as he gets another hit. Joel wants him to really feel it, he wants him to feel every ounce of pain he ever caused you and then some more. One more punch to his face lands when Adam tries to stand back up, this time it's for your cat and what this smug fucker helped to do to it.

"Wait! Stop!"

Adam is sputtering on the ground, his tied-up hands lifted to cradle his jaw.

Joel looms over the man, "Bet that's what she said to you when you hurt her, you fucking bastard."

"Who are you talking about, man? Lana? I never hurt her!"

Blood as red as his hair is streaming from Adam's nose as Joel sneers at him, "I think you know who I'm talking about."

Your name forms on Adam's lips, Joel can see the way his mouth quivers a bit as he gets the first letter out. Joel cuts him off with a kick to the face, he's not fit to say your name ever again.

Joel looks at Kent who is still out cold. A knife is tucked into his boot and Joel scoops it up.

He's going to make this hurt.

"Joel!"

You rip the stable doors open to see what looks like a horror scene. Joel stands over Adam while blood pours from the latters face like a faucet.

You rush over to Joel, keeping your eyes on Adam who just stares at you though a rapidly forming black eye. Joel looks down at you as you approach him. His free hand gently cups your cheek and his thumb runs across the skin.

"Go home, sweetheart, I'll take care of him."

You shake your head, you want to be here for it, for his ending.

"I want to watch."

A pained whimper leaves Adam's lips, "You fucking bitch."

A thump sounds and Adam's form crumples to the floor. Joel has kicked him unconscious. He glances behind himself at the sleeping guard you're pretty sure is Kent.

"Can't do it here. He'll scream too much."

Sneaking out of Jackson is easy. You and Joel ride right out of the gates, Adam's body wrapped in a large tarp, slung across Joel's horse. The guards on the wall are barely awake, not interested in you and Joel as you leave.

Joel leads you what must be at least five miles out from Jackson. The trees are denser here and when you reach a small clearing, Joel stops.

You tie your horses off as Joel pushes Adam's tarp-covered body to the ground and drags him a few hundred feet to your right. Your shaky hands run through Turnip's mane. She snorts at you as you offer her an apple. Pepper nudges you from the left, she wants a snack as well.

You watch as Joel unveils the man who has tormented you for years. You shiver as you think of your time with him. It had only been a few weeks but it felt like ages. Even in your dreams, you had been haunted by him.

"He's not dead right?" You breathe, Adam looks so still and Joel had kicked him so hard

"He's not," Joel says, reaching for his canteen.

Cold water trickles out of the spout and onto Adam's bruised face. He gasps and puts a hand up, commanding Joel to stop. Joel puts the lid back on his canteen, muttering something about not wanting to waste water.

Adam's eyes fall on Joel before they look at you. His eyes roam your figure for the first time in years and you want to jump behind Joel.

"How the fuck are you alive?" Adam asks, standing up, his hands tied in front of him. Clearly, he doesn't like the idea of you being taller than him.

You scoff, of course, that's his first question.

"I'm not as helpless as you think I am." You say

He scoffs in a way that makes you think he doesn't believe you.

Adam shakes his head, "If you're not helpless then you'll do it. I heard what you said at the stables. You want to watch. You want to watch him kill me. If you're so fucking independent then you'll do it yourself."

He's baiting you. Even now in his starved state he still had a good fifteen pounds on you. All he'd need to do is knock you down and wrap those hands around your throat.

"No." You look at him, "I don't ever want to touch you again."

Adam snorts out a laugh, fresh blood oozes from his nose as he does. Joel shoots you a look, he's ready when you are.

"You coward. You always were afraid of me." Adam takes a step towards you and Joel pushes him back,

"Don't fucking move." Joel's deep voice fills the clearing.

"I'm a part of you. I always will be." Adam looks back at you, his feet still, his eyes meet yours as a coy smile remains on his face.

"No, you're not." You clench your jaw, and Joel stares at you, waiting for the sign to start.

"We're one now, you and I..." Adam nods to Joel, "You can run off, spread your legs like a whore for this one here-"

Whatever was going to come out next never does, Joel moves faster than you've ever seen him move and slams the knife he was holding into Adam's leg.

A howl of pain leaves Adam's mouth as he tumbles to the ground, surrounded by pine needles and patches of clovers.

"Not another fucking word." Joel's gruff voice says

You stumble backward and sit down on a rock where Joel's saddle bag sits. Joel twists the knife free and blood pours out. Adams's screams begin to blend together as Joel runs the knife along his sensitive flesh. Long cuts begin to appear on his once smooth skin, they bear a remarkable resemblance to the ones that hide under your clothes.

How poetic this all is.

Joel reminds you of an artist as he works. Blood stains the once-perfect forest floor as Adam begins to beg.

"Please, Please, let me go! I'll never come back! Please!"

Joel grunts and shakes his head, "I'm not calling the shots here. Have to ask her."

You look over at Joel who holds the knife still.

"Go on, ask her." Joel's voice is strong yet quiet at the same time, "Ask her if you can live."

Adam turns to you and for a second you think he might be too proud to do it, that his ego will prevent him from pleading. A moment later, you're proven wrong,

"Please...." He gasps as his hand puts pressure on his leg, "Let me live, you'll never see me again!"

Your jaw tightens as your hands begin to shake.

"I-I'm sorry. F-For everything."

Joel lets out a scoff, "For everything? Actin' like you came into her home and broke a lamp."

Another shallow cut appears on Adam's skin, this time on his cheek.

Adam begins to sob and the stench of urine hits your nose, a wet patch has begun to form on his pants.

"I'm sorry!" He cries wet tears mixing with the blood on his face, "I raped you, and I-I'm sorry! Please, let me go!"

You swallow your spit, has your mouth always been this dry. You're a bit dizzy as you stand up.

"Say the word, sweetheart," Joel says, the knife at Adam's throat.

Your gun, the one you never leave Jackson without is tucked into the back of your pants. It's a simple thing really, a Colt Python that you had found two years ago stashed under the floorboards of an abandoned home.

Now, the gun is in your hands as you try to get them to stop shaking. Joel has stepped off to the side, his knife still in his hands.

"Please..." Adam begs again looking up at you from the ground in a puddle of his own urine and blood.

You shake your head, he's not leaving this clearing ever again. You cock your gun and Adam begins to sob in earnest.

"No!"

A crow caws loudly into the air. Somehow its eerie song gives you strength as your hands finally go still. You stare at him from the other end of the gun, and your lips move as a memory of a bathtub somewhere comes to mind.

"You don't get to say no to me."

The shot that rings out is deafening.

Next Part

Now, *cracks knuckles* we can focus in on the romance.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you from me. My gift? Adam's death. Let's throw a party and dance on his grave.

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[koalapastries-writes]

(ignore the fact that im supposed to be dead)

lando learning very quickly that reader loves to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him silly and at first lando is all squirmy and rejectful but eventually he comes to love it bcuz reader gets all pouty and sad and worried about forcing lando or something

(okay back to ny suicidal ideation and my death)

-bear 🪦

hello bear, i'm glad you're not dead! (if you need/want to talk (about anything) i'm here <3)

reminder again that i don't usually write for lando but i will sometimes make exceptions for my beloved moots.

it's not long into the relationship when lando finds out you love to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him. even if you're not under the blankets, you know lando gets cold much easier than you do, and you're still just as insistent on keeping him nice and toasty.

the first few times, he doesn't really expect it and so doesn't fight much. his cheeks get so red when you wrap your arms around his waist though. especially if you're behind him. he feels so warm and safe and protected and he loves it. he's a little embarrassed about how much he loves it, so he won't admit it and will definitely grumble halfheartedly.

but you keep doing it. how could you not? lando looks so cute all wrapped up and blushing and even if he doesn't say it you can still feel it when he shuffles closer to you in his lil blanket burrito.

the next few times, lando starts squirming and putting up a gradually increasing playful resistance. he's sure you know he's not really serious. he never actually rejects cuddles from his boyfriend. even if he pretends he doesn't really want them and is just indulging you.

except you don't know it's just token resistance. because it's pretty early in your relationship, you're not exactly sure-footed with the more imposing affection. lando loves it. but he still resists. it's enough to make you second guess yourself and you slowly stop doing it. it's early, but you really like lando, and you don't want to make him uncomfortable, so if the blanket burrito cuddles do that then you'll (however reluctantly) give them up.

it only takes lando a day or so to realise you've stopped wrapping him up and cuddling him silly. he's a bit like a cat who follows you around but refuses to admit that they want pats. he'll just wait for you to sit down on the sofa in your apartment and he'll walk over to you with his arms full of the blankets you usually wrap him in. lando drops them on your lap and looks at you expectantly. it'll take you a moment to understand, but when he do, lando's already looking away with a pretty blush on his face and his arms crossed.

you smile and get to work wrapping him in his blankets. when he's all nice and snug, you'll carry him (bridal style, obviously) to the bed and cuddle him. lando sighs quietly and shuffles as close to you as he possibly can before begrudgingly whispering something into the silence.

"... missed you."

[kanasbinwriting]

I have a req about Crowe TKATB, can you write on how he will react about the MC feeling cold all the time? Btw I love your work and writing, keep up with the good work! <3

CROWE X READER WHO'S ALWAYS FEELING COLD

Thank you so much for your kind words!! They mean a lot to me ^^

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- Is a bit confused at first when you casually mention that you *always* feel cold, but he quickly tries to adapt to it

- He's immediately on your case, asking you if you need something and how he could help you stay warm

- If you haven't seen a doctor already, he would definitely encourage you to do so

- Even if it means dragging you to one

- The first few times you mention that you feel cold or he notices that you're shivering, he scolds himself in his head for not bringing a suitable vest with him

- One time, he did give you his vest, which didn't help at all, but it's the thought that counts

- He always has a spare vest for you in case you forgot yours or you feel colder than usual

- He knows a few different ways to warm you up as well if yk what I mean AH

- Assuming that you're cold to the touch, he'll be literally glued to you during summer

- It seems to me that he wouldn't enjoy great heat, so having you close is a literal blessing for him

- Who needs a fan when you have a partner who's always cold and ready for cuddles

- Crowe would definitely buy you these heat packs with silly pictures on them

- If you like tea, he'd definitely enjoy making tea for both of you to enjoy

- He memorised how you like it to the point

- I think he would always touch you in some way or another, which means he'll always be happy to wrap his arms around you whenever you need

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"Okay, you can lay down now" Crowe proudly exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he admired his work. You let out an amused chuckle "Are you serious, Crowe?". "Of course I am. Come on, lay down." He patted the empty space on the blanket, a playful glint in his eyes. You laid flat on the blanket with a sigh and he quickly began his work. Crowe wrapped you up in the blanket, rolling you up like a burrito, trapping you in a comfortable bundle. "Wonderful." He exclaimed, trying to muffle his giggles. Looking up at him, you couldn't help the lovestruck expression forming on your face. "Are you going to just let me lay here?" You asked with a teasing hint in your tone. "Oh, of course not!" Crowe said dramatically, his smile not faltering. You let out a chuckle when he picked you up and pulled you close. "Are you feeling any warmer now?" He asked, nuzzling his cheek against yours with a playful smile. "Hm, yeah" You mumbled, melting in his warm embrace.

The room was quiet, only the faint sound of tea brewing in the kitchen interrupted the silence. You sat comfortably on your couch, trying your best to ignore the cold as you looked out of the window. The warmth of the sun didn't reach your frame, making you pull your blanket tighter around you as the silence continued to linger in the room. Suddenly, the smell of freshly brewed tea filled your senses, and you turned around, seeing him proudly smiling down at you. "Here you go," Crowe said as he handed you your mug. You gently took it, shivering when the blanket fell from your shoulders. Crowe chuckled when you began to clatter your teeth "Thank you.". You held the mug close as he sat down next to you, his own mug in his hands. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled you closer. You took a sip from your tea, sighing when the warmth travelled through your body. "That's much better" you exclaimed happily, earning a chuckle from the man you love. He gently pressed a kiss on your forehead as his gaze softened the longer he looked at you, silently drinking his tea.

[lordvonbunnyv]

a few things Donald has said in his sleep by Douglas

"but the yarn doesn't go there."

"any girl is a type of tinfoil."

Thomas: *Jolts upright in his sleep* SNAKE!! *kicks off all of the blankets and pillows in his sleep, whacks his head against the top bunk, kicks off his pajama pants, and flops back down*

Donald: (was fast asleep during Thomas's freak out) *points up at the ceiling* Dougie did it.

*sleepwalks over to Duck's bed, pats Duck's stomach* "Pillow." *proceeds to flop down next to Duck and slowly invade his space until Duck is crushed between Donald and the wall.*

"ew, James."

"father help."

"pick up Toad, take him to the pond, make a wish."

"Dilly girl, dilly dilly girl, quack quack quakaroo, dilly dilly dilly dilly"

"Oh no, Oliver is related to dinosaurs."

"say "aah".... "aaaaaahhhh..."

One night Oliver was having a PTSD episode due to a nightmare, I was in bed with Oliver trying to keep him from hurting himself, and comfort him when Donald shouted in his sleep, "Quiet Oliver! I can't hear my chair waving!"

"but sir! I don't staple papers!"

*Sleep walks into my room with an armful of shampoo bottles.* "Here." *drops the bottles onto me and walks out*

"Mum? I don't like my hand."

"No! you can't burrito Dilly!"

"oh... so that's how you peel the coal."

"Run! there's monsters in the ceiling!" (unfortunately, bill and ben heard this, so they found a scary monster mask and stuck it right above Donald who screamed when he woke up and saw it)

"Vote for Dilly!"

"I now identify as a duck, quack quack."

"Dougie, can you pass the MfGGHhshhshhdhw...."

not really something that Donald said, but one night Henry came back to the bunk house after pulling the flying kipper, and fell asleep in the doorway with the door wide open, I have no idea how we were not robbed that night.

*somehow crawls into bed with Edward in his sleep, and wraps himself around him like an octopus* "Mine. get your own."

*aggressively shoves Duck out of the bed* "GET OUT!!" *rolls over* "Woof."

"Stop giving Dougie knives, he needs bananas."

"Mum? Dougie folded Dilly's sandwich wrong!"

"Percy's a good source of meat."

*sleepwalks over to Oliver and stands over his bed* "Knock Knock."

Oliver: *is very much awake* who's there?

Donald: *flips Oliver off*you're rude, *Walks back over to his bed, Flips his bed off, and lays back down*

Oliver: Okay then, *flips Donald off as well while laughing*

[leeknot]

enhypen with little reader plsss 🙏🙏

A/N : Haiii! As a little myself, I had so much fun writing this! It was a little hard for me to imagine having a caretaker, but I think I got it. Thank you for requesting it—it really warmed my heart to imagine such a cute scenario. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Feel free to send more requests anytime. 🩷

Pairing : Enhypen × reader

Warnings : none! ( just pure fluff :> )

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It was a cozy day in the dorm, and the boys had decided it was time for a full-on "Care Day" for you, their precious little. They adored the way you brought sunshine into their lives, and today was all about making sure you felt loved and cherished.

Heeseung was in charge of snacks. He stood in the kitchen, humming softly as he made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches shaped like stars and hearts. When you toddled in, tugging at the hem of his shirt and asking for "uppies," he scooped you up without hesitation.

“You wanna help, baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s add extra sprinkles to make it special, hmm?”

Jay was busy organizing a tea party in the living room. He set out a blanket, your favorite stuffed animals, and a set of tiny tea cups. “My princess deserves the fanciest tea party,” he said with a soft smile. He made sure to include your favorite juice in the teapot, knowing you didn’t like real tea.

Jake was on entertainment duty. He sat cross-legged on the floor, a pile of coloring books and crayons beside him. “Let’s make the prettiest pictures ever, lovebug!” he exclaimed. Every time you picked a color, he’d gasp dramatically and praise your choices. “Oh my gosh, pink and yellow? You’re a genius!”

Sunghoon was tasked with cuddles. He wrapped you in a soft blanket like a burrito and pulled you onto the couch. “You’re my little penguin now,” he teased, nuzzling your cheek. He let you play with his hair while he whispered silly stories about penguins living in your stuffed animal kingdom.

Sunoo decided to dress you up. He brought out a collection of cute headbands, bows, and sparkly stickers. “Let’s make you the prettiest baby in the world!” he chirped, clapping his hands. He let you pick out your favorites and giggled every time you called him “SooSoo.”

Jungwon was the overseer of everything. He made sure everyone was giving you attention and checked in on you every few minutes. “Are you happy, bub?” he asked softly, patting your head. If he noticed you getting overwhelmed, he’d take you aside for a quick cuddle session and some quiet time.

Niki was on playtime duty. He built a fort out of blankets and pillows in the corner of the room. “C’mon, my little monster!” he called, holding your favorite stuffed animal as a lure. Once you crawled in, he laughed and tickled you until you were squealing with laughter.

By the end of the day, you were curled up on the couch with all of them, feeling warm and loved. Jake gently brushed your hair while Heeseung read you a story. Sunghoon kept you snuggled close, and Sunoo hummed softly in the background.

“You’re the bestest little ever.” Jungwon whispered, kissing your forehead as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Sweet dreams, baby.” they all said, their voices blending into a symphony of love as you drifted off in their arms.

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[phiaromanova]

⤹ ✦ how i think marvel characters would react to you being sick ✦ ⤵︎ sfw

✧ peter parker would be the sweetest boy. always doting on you and making sure you have everything you need. “are you feeling better? i just want you to feel better.” of course, he still has his duties as the friendly neighborhood spiderman. but while on patrol, he would still be worrying about you. so much that while swinging, he’s texting you asking if you need anything. he may have collided into a building and recieved a broken nose. and now youre the one taking care of him

✧tony stark would be the exact opposite. okay, maybe he doesn’t dismiss you completely. he’s a germaphobe, always washing his hands after checking on you and watching from a distance to make sure you don’t throw up. he will absolutely refuse to kiss or hug you. obviously he is worried about you and cares deeply but like he said “it gets to a point.” when you do inevitably throw up he’s holding your hair and has his head turned away from you with his face scrunched up.

✧steve rogers would be your personal, 6’2, blonde nurse. he would try and make soup, fluff your pillows, put tissue boxes on your nightstand, and always make sure you have some sort of entertainment. the soft skin on the back of his hand reaching up to feel your forehead fifteen times a day. if he finds that it is too warm for his liking, he’ll keep you on bed rest even if you do feel much better.

✧natasha romanoff would tease you nonstop. booping your nose, poking your stomach, and pinching your cheeks while you’re wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. it’s all in good heart, she just wants to make you laugh and help you feel better. but when you’re asleep and your features are relaxed, she’s there for you. memorizing your features, rubbing your hips, and tracing shapes on your collarbones. god i need her.

✧bucky barnes would love taking care of you. this is his chance to finally show his gratitude for all the times you have taken care of him. he would read to you, make you tea, and put your hair into a ponytail so it is out of your face. he would rub his hand up and down your back before you throw up, comforting you in a low voice. “you’re okay, get it over with.”

✧wanda maximoff is not too different from bucky, constantly doting on you. she would put on your favorite movies or tv shows while she cooks your favorite foods. the smell of her culinary skills drifting into the living room, already making you feel that much better.

[fakeuwus]

my honeybunch sugarplum pumpy-umpy-umpkin sweetie pie ☹️☹️

[castlescrumblingdvwn]

writing this in the middle of watching episode 7, so this is not as coherent as i would like to be, but:

mokha met kiho's father without telling kiho/bogeol, probably to protect him? and i can't help but think how this is such an obvious and poignant parallel to when young kiho fought her dad without telling her so she could escape. they were so scared (you can see it in the way mokha is so nervous throughout, and the way young kiho flinches just before tackling her dad), but did not back off. not for a second.

and, in both the cases, it... didn't really help a lot.; mokha ultimately escaped her father but ended up stranded in an island, while kiho's father now knows that he is alive, meaning he is going to be even more relentless in his search for kiho and his family... which is far from good news for our main characters.

all the while my heart aches so, so much for bogeol, in particular when he and woohak argue— he's lived like this for fifteen years, but now that mokha is finally found, the cracks are beginning to show. and well. of course they are. he had given all he could to help her, even throughout the years he never gave up the hope that he would find her (and i say this especially because of the scene where he smiles after he sees mokha on the island. that's a sigh of relief and gratitude- the kind of relief that he has been waiting to feel for freakin fifteen years. the gratitude that she is alive and finally found).

there's no way he would be able to stop himself from helping her now that he finally has the chance to correct past wrongs.

the little reversal of roles this ep–with mokha being the one trying to protect kiho this time around– made me tear up. i hope we get to see more of that, as kang pd continues to support mokha's dreams and be her silent anchor like he's always been.

[rucow]

do you also have 5 mermaid art wips of the blorbos or are you normal??? im not normal 😭

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ' late night moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧ - 2:34 am

“Do you think Berry misses me sometimes?” He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.

“Of course, she does, baby.” Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. “Remember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.”

A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and that’s when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.

You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.

Sleeps like this, in your lap, until you’re sure he’s asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧ - 11:59 pm

“Hug me, I’m cold!”

You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.

“Better now?” “Minho, I can’t breathe!”

Doesn’t let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and that’s when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.

His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until you’re satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but don’t linger for as long as he’d like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧ - 3:47 am

You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. “Binnie, I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.” The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.

“Everything okay?”

Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.

When he’s done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now – to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that he’ll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what you’re able to do right now is enough.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧ - 1:08 am

“Forget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. He’s silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you don’t, he sighs and gives in. “Darling, what the hell are you talking about?”

You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. “This hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.”

Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your ‘hypothetical situation’ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.

When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧ - 1:56 am

“When you’re away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. You’re face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.

He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasn’t expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.

Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. “I’m sorry, baby.”

His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Don’t be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.”

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧ - 4:02 am

“Wait, what? She said that to you?” Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.

You nod, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. “Yes! I have receipts, hold on.”

As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix can’t help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this – bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.

Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.

When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧ - 12:32 am

Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you can’t help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. You’ve been in bed for hours now and you’re still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.

Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. “Everything okay?”

You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. “I can’t sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?”

His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didn’t mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the group’s title tracks.

When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected – his dreamy voice does have magical powers and you’re asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧ - 11:45 pm

“Blanket thief.” He complains, however, there’s no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.

You don’t see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. “Come here, baby, let’s share.”

When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.

“Come on, be reasonable, there’s enough blanket for the both of us.” “No.” “Y/n.” “But Jeongin, the monsters – “ ,“I’ll beat them up! Now, come here!”

Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because he’s petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he can’t help but still love so much!

[cherubfae]

Hi 👋

I'm loving your work so far and had to follow for more!

I was wondering, if you're not busy, if you could do the scenario when the reader tells them i can hold the whole world in my hands and the other looks confused and the reader holds their face in their hands with the hazbin crew + striker and how'd they react to it?

If not, it's totally cool. I look forward to what you put out next! 😊

"𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡" || {𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢}

"I can hold the entire world in my hands. Wanna see?"

tags: gn!afab! reader// gn!ftm! for angel, fluff, cuteness, established relationships

Alastor

A crackle of radio feedback as his eye twitches when you reach for him, calms for a second when you cup his face. His clawed hands rest on top of yours. He's rather confused, how is this holding the--

"You're my whole world, Alastor~!" You grin up at him, lovingly.

The facade of a smile he always wears slips for only a second. But it's one second too long and you catch it. His eyebrows relax, lids drooping, cheeks pushing upwards and he beams at you softly. A genuine smile crossing his lips. He cups your face in return, puffing your cheeks like a fish and a muffled laugh track plays. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grins.

Softly, he whispers, "And you are mine, mon cour."

Lucifer

Immediately his eyes well up. He doesn't have the need to act all cool and collected when he's a total softie. He leans his cheek further into your palm, his eyelids fluttering shut allowing for a moment of respite. Tilting your chin upwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss.

"I love you more than anything. You are my life, sweetling, my galaxy. I would dismantle Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to keep you and Charlie safe."

Charlie

The meeting with Heaven hadn't gone to plan and now, she's curled up like a little blanket burrito in her crimson comforter. She doesn't say anything when you announce that you can hold the whole world in your hands, but she's definitely curious in the way she immediately watches you with interest. She's confused when you cup her cheeks but soon gasps loudly in realization, eyes welling up. You always know just what to say when she's feeling blue.

"M-me? I'm your whole world? But you're my whole world, too!" Charlie grunts, breaking free of her blanket cocoon to cup your face in return. "Look! Now I can hold the world too~!"

Vaggie

She expected your reaction to be much worse. Vaggie finally admitted, albeit she was forced to tell, that she had been an angel this entire time. You hadn't been sure how to react and it was clear you were hurt by her secret and she respected that you needed time to process all of this new information. What she hadn't expected was you approaching her a few hours later, gently cupping her face and telling her that she was your entire world.

A valve breaks loose and Vaggie begins to cry. She wanted to tell you for so long! She really, really did, but she didn't know how! You hold her close, slipping down onto the floor with her letting her cry on your shoulder.

"I didn't want to keep this part of me a secret, but there was so much risk in people knowing-- if they would directly come for you, I just... I couldn't risk your safety if you knew what I truly was. I love you so much, I just wanted to keep us safe."

Husk

The glass he had been wiping down would've shattered on the ground had his tail not caught it. His wings instinctively fluff up, setting the cup on a rack with the rest of the clean, empty glasses.

"Didja have to get up there to tell me this?" He clears his throat deeply, gesturing wildly to ask what you were doing. You, currently perched on top of the bar counter on your knees cupping his face.

"Yeah!" You chirp with a grin. Husk sighs, grabbing you by the waist and hefting you down and off the countertop. He doesn't say a word when your legs wrap around his waist and your arms slide around his shoulders. His cold nose presses to your cheek and he chuckles softly, utterly happy and in love.

"You're a dork, huh, hun? But you're my dork." Husk purrs softly, pulling you in for a brief kiss.

Angel Dust

Owlishly, he stares at you. That confusion melts into a genuine smile and a soft chuckle. His third set of arms materializes, tugging you in by your hips while the other two wrap around your shoulders and waist respectively. Pressing his soft cheek to yours, he affectionately nuzzles you with a laugh.

"You're full of surprises, ain't ya, toots? Y-you're my everything, baby. My world. The one light in this whole damned darkness I call my life."

Vox

He was expecting something much different from you when you climbed into his lap, turning his attention away from his displayed monitors. Red eyes flickering, he's confused when you grasp both sides of his monitor screen. This is new...?? Vox's gaze widens as you finish your statement, chuckling deeply. Covering your hands in his, he places your hand to his chest where his dead heart would still be beating. You make him feel alive, no heartbeat and all.

"Fuck, baby, that's pretty cheesy. But I liked it." Vox grins, red dripping from the corners of his mouth. "C'mere, sweets. Wanna kiss ya."

Blitzø

Why do you have to say some of the cutest shit? Ugh, it makes his heart feel all weird and he's not sure how to react, but he does appreciate it nonetheless, especially with the two of you being alone. You know he's been working on his emotions, trying to do better. When he can't find the words to say, he nuzzles your palm softly and gives you a wobbly smile before harshly rubbing at his eyes.

"Th-thank you, ah, fuck.. Why am I crying? Must be a damn ninja chopping some fuckin' onions somewhere." He sniffles, deeply sighing. He grasps your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "I'm not sure if the world is a large enough example.. To, y'know, express my love or whatever.."

Loona

She's pretty taken aback by your statement, a soft blush staining her cheeks. Her tail gives a little wag and she smiles. Bending down to your height, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, her hand slipping into yours.

"You're such a sap, babe, but I love you too. You're my world as well. C'mon, let's see what kind of chaos Beel is having at her party tonight. Not every day I can show off how amazing my partner is."

Striker

Saying that he's surprised is an understatement. He recovers quickly, a smirk curling up his lips and he chuckles softly. He kisses each of your palms, gently removing them from his face. He tugs you in close, tail swaying behind him. Tilting your chin up, his claw running along your lower lip. He leans in close, lips only inches away. His voice noticeably deepens.

"You're sweeter than pie, ain't ya, sugar? Got my heart and stomach all twisted in knots like somethin' awful. I'm not the best with words but I'd be happy to show ya just how much your tender sentiment is mutual. If you'll have me."

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[softspiderling]

like, ever | j.v

summary:

“Hey, I’m worried about you.”

You glanced up from your laptop screen to see Rhaena standing in your doorway, her arms crossed.

“Why?”

She gave you a look, before her eyes roamed your room: your textbooks stacked half-hazardly on your desk, two empty ice cream tubs, another half melted one on your nightstand, an empty tissue box on the floor and you on your bed, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito.

OR; You and Jace break up because of a stupid reason, but you’re both too proud to apologize.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: kinda toxic behavior from both of them, but like the usual issues in communication that’s so common in people our age idk what to tell you

word count: 4,1k

author’s note: modern au!jace is the president of the frat Alpha Draconis (it's co-ed, Rhaenyra was president during her time at uni), Jace/Aegon/Baela and their respective siblings are all cousins, but this is NOT in the same universe as can I go (where you go). thank you to my wonder sister wife beta @eldrith as usual <3

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“We broke up.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, we did.”

Baela gave you a look, narrowing her eyes at you as she pushed her Econ 1 assignment away. You dropped down on the couch next to her, leaning your head back.

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you huffed and Baela whacked you in the arm.

“You just came home and dropped a bomb like that, you can’t just not talk about it.”

“Not talk about what?”

You internally groaned when Helaena’s voice floated from the hallway, the front door shutting behind her. An intervention was inevitable at this point. At least Rhaena wasn’t home yet, you knew she was volunteering until six.

“She and Jace broke up,” Baela told her and Helaena paused in the doorway to the living room, a frown on her face as she undid her braid.

“You didn’t.”

“That’s what I said!”

“You know, normal friends would offer ice cream if their friend was going through a break up.”

“I’d offer you ice cream if you were sad,” Helaena pointed out. She sat down next to you, patting your shoulder. “You don’t look sad.”

“Well, I am sad,” you sniffed, but Baela fixed her brown eyes at you until you threw your hands up in frustration. “Fine! I’m mostly mad, okay? Pissed off, actually!”

Baela folded her legs under herself. “Tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know, she just rubs me the wrong way. It’s like she knows you have a girlfriend and she chooses to ignore that.”

You and Jace were laying in his bed, your head on his chest. He had been telling you about the new pledges of the term, and you weren’t exactly fond of one of them - Laura, a nursing major. You were aware of her being especially touchy with Jace, twirling her hair while she was talking to him and always searching him out at every event. Which was fair, he was the president of the frat after all and at first you had told yourself that you were just projecting but the you noticed that she was laughing at all of Jace’s jokes. She was definitely into him. He was not that funny.

“I don’t know, it’s just the way she is, I think,” he said, and you frowned at him.

“Jace, come on, she’s totally into you.”

“Well, good thing I’m into you,” Jace pointed out, turning his head to nose along your neck but you pushed him away, starting to get annoyed that he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“I mean it, Jace.”

“So do I,” he answered, irritated. “Why does this bother you so much?”

“Because I don’t like another girl’s hands being all over you?”

You sat up, leaning away from him with a frown and he only sighed, laying his head back on the pillow, shutting his eyes. He was starting to piss you off.

“She’s not into me! Everyone tries to butter me up because they want to join the frat. And even if she was, why does it matter?”

“It matters because it bothers me and you clearly don’t care!”

“Of course I care,” Jace sighed. He opened his eyes, reaching out for you, and you had to admit your resolve was starting to crumble. “You’re overreacting.”

And just like that, the wall was back up.

“Wow, thanks.”

Your voice was biting as you spoke, tugging your hand out of his grasp and standing up, grabbing your hoodie. Jace was quick to follow you, brows furrowed. Great, now both of you were mad.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing!” Jace snapped and you only glared at him.

“Thanks for invalidating my feelings, Jacaerys,” you said sarcastically. “If I’m making a deal out of nothing, maybe we’re both nothing.”

Jace’s face fell and he stopped in his tracks, letting out a huff. “You don’t mean that.”

Maybe you didn’t. But you weren’t about to backtrack now. You were a woman of your words.

“Yes, I do.”

You pulled the door open and rushed out of his room, slamming the door shut behind you. Distantly, you could hear Jace call after you and you secretly hoped he would chase after you, but by the time you made it downstairs to the front door, he was still nowhere to be seen.

“That’s…”

Baela and Helaena exchanged a look and you frowned at them. While you hadn’t expected for them to immediately spring into assuring you that they were on your side - you were dating their cousin after all - you also didn’t quite imagined them being so… Shocked.

“What?” you asked, suddenly growing insecure. “I had a point.”

“Well, yeah,” Baela started, “But so did he.”

“Why did you immediately jump into breaking up?” Helaena asked with a soft voice, the voice you knew she used when she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. You lifted your shoulders, then dropped them again, unable to answer her question.

“Did you want to break up?”

“No!”

You tucked your chin against your chest, a pit forming in your stomach. Did you maybe overreact?

“I was just mad,” you said, frowning, picking at the hem of your shirt.

“.. And you wanted to hurt him?” Baela said, finishing your sentence. Your head shot up, a denial on your lips, but your mouth closed when her words sunk in.

“… Maybe.”

“You two really are hotheaded and stubborn,” Helaena pointed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You only glowered, the anger from earlier dissipating and instead was replaced by misery and a little bit of guilt? Luckily, Helaena and Baela left you to your wallowing after they realized you needed some space and you fled to your bedroom, trying to bury yourself in your assignments.

There was only one slight problem. You couldn’t find school bag anywhere.

“Where did I leave it?” you muttered to yourself, checking under your desk for your bag, even opening the drawer for good measure. You were crawling on the floor looking under your bed when it finally dawned on you.

“Fuck.”

You had gone over to the frat’s house right after class, with your school bag. And after the fight, you must have forgotten to grab it.

“Ugh,” you groaned, dropping your forehead on the floor You’d rather crawl under your bed and sleep with the dust bunnies that have been collecting under there than go back to the frat house right now. But you had no choice. The assignment was was due the day after tomorrow and Professor Cole already was in a bad mood because his date went badly.

“Fuck me,” you muttered to yourself, turning to lay on your bad and cursed the Gods for making you miserable as you stared at the ceiling, collecting your wits.

“Oh.”

Luke Velaryon, Jace’s younger AND biological brother, stood in the doorway, apprehensive. He had always been the more sensitive one between the two brothers, but he was also unwaveringly loyal. You had no doubt that Jace had already told him everything about your fight.

“Hey Luke,” you said, giving him a wry smile.

“Hey,” he replied hesitantly. “Jace is not here.”

“I know.”

Luke pressed his lips together, his eyes darting around as if he was expecting his older brother to come out of the bushes any second. “Are you okay?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. What a sweet boy.

“Yeah, alright enough I guess,” you replied, sighing. “Listen, I forgot my bag in Jace’s room and I really need it to do an assignment, could you let me in?”

“I don’t know….” Luke answered slowly. “Jace should be back soon though. Maybe you can just wait until he gets back? And then you guys could talk?”

Bless him.

You bit on your lip, running your hand through your hair, exasperated. “Listen Luke, I really appreciate you trying to look out for Jace, but I really can’t see him right now.”

Luke exhaled, shifting on his feet like he was undecided. The longer it took for him to decide, the higher chances were you’d run into Jace on your way out.

“Please, Luke, I just need to grab my bag really quickly. He won’t even notice I was there.”

With a loud sigh, Luke finally nodded, opening the door wider and taking a step back.

“He’s gonna be back soon, you need to hurry up.”

“Thanks Luke!”

You hushed past him into the house, walking the familiar way up the stairs to Jace’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you. With a small sigh, you looked around, trying to discern your stuff from his. It was harder than you had first anticipated, your belongings strewn all over the room. Picking your favorite scrunchie off of his nightstand next to a picture of the two of you during New Year’s Eve, you put your hair up as you narrowed your eyes, feeling relief settle in your chest when you saw your backpack lean against the desk.

“Thank God”, you muttered, grabbing it quickly. Just as you headed to the door, hand on the door knob, you could hear voices down the hallway through the closed door. You cursed, recognizing it as Jace and Cregan.

Fuck.

Immediately, you let go of the door knob, taking a few steps back, trying to come up with a way you wouldn’t be caught standing in the middle of Jace’s bedroom. Did you have enough time to make the climb out of the window and scale down the roof?

“- it’ll blow over. I’ll give her some time to calm down and-”

Before you could make a decision, the door swung open, and Jace entered. He was looking back at Cregan, who raised his brows when he saw you in the middle of the room.

“Wha-?” Jace turned his head, his mouth dropping open. “… Hey.”

“Hey.”

Cregan glanced between the two of you, narrowing his eyes. Meanwhile, Jace was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yeah,” you answered - LAME! - lifting your backpack.

Jace nodded slowly. “Was there anything you wanted to say?”

You frowned at him, confused.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Jace said, shrugging with his shoulders. “I thought you were here to apologize.”

Cregan groaned, leaning his forehead against the door frame as you felt all the anger from before welling up again.

“Me apologize?” You repeated, your voice shrill. “What about you? I bet Laura’s thrilled to hear we broke up.”

“You just ended things for no reason! Laura’s not even into me!” Jace snapped and Cregan pushed himself off of the door frame.

“Maybe we all should just calm down.”

“Shut up, Cregan!” You and Jace yelled at the same time, your anger very briefly directed at Jace’s best friend.

Cregan flinched, raising his hands defensively. “Jesus, sorry. I’ll never try to help again,” he muttered. “Let me give you two a minute.”

He stepped out of the room but you held your hands up, stopping him with a scoff.

“No, I’m done here,” you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief. With one last angry look at Jace, you pushed between them, running out of the house, smoke coming out of your ears.

You spent the rest of the week distracting yourself. Burying yourself in assignments and reading, eating ice cream - there was a deal at Whole Foods, five for three, your freezer was full - and you only cried once.

“Hey, I’m worried about you.”

You glanced up from your laptop screen to see Rhaena standing in your doorway, her arms crossed.

“Why?”

She gave you a look, before her eyes roamed your room: your textbooks stacked half-hazardly on your desk, two empty ice cream tubs, another half melted one on your nightstand, an empty tissue box on the floor and you on your bed, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito. You sighed, letting the blankets fall from your shoulders.

“I’m fine, Rhae.”

“Hey, did you convince her to come?” Baela skidded to a halt next to Rhaena, looking from her sister to you. Rhaena only sighed while you narrowed your eyes at Baela’s get up. She was wearing black leather pants and a brown corset; she looked like she was going out.

“Come where?”

“Alpha Draconis’ summer term opening party.”

Right that. The party you had helped Jace plan. Before you broke up.

“I don’t know guys,” you sighed, leaning back against your headboard. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go.”

“You don’t have to go,” Rhaena assured you but Baela shushed her, shaking her head.

“No, you absolutely have to go,” she insisted. “We’ve let you wallow in your misery long enough. It’s time to put your big girl pants on and face Jace. You broke up with him for a shitty reason and yes, he was being a jerk, but you were being a bitch. Now suck it up and get your man back.”

You gaped at her, and Rhaena whacked Baela in the arm, but she only shrugged, ever the unapologetic brutally honest one.

“What? You know I’m right,” Baela only said, frowning at her twin before she turned to you. “So?”

With a groan, you closed your eyes. You knew Baela was right, in a way, and it was no use sitting around when your friends were going out. You had to see him eventually.

“Fine,” you gave in, pushing the blanket back as Baela cheered, immediately disappearing. Rhaena only shook her head, stepping into your bedroom, helping you clean up a little.

“I’m driving,” she told you. “Just tell me if you want to leave, okay?”

You nodded, giving Rhaena a grin when something soft just hit you in the face with no warning, courtesy of Baela having returned to your bedroom.

“Put that on.”

The projectile fell to floor, and as you picked it up, you recognized it as a dark red dress, tags still on.

“Hel’s headed to the party from work, so we’ll meet her there in an hour, go take a shower and I’ll do your hair,” Baela said, reaching for your hand to pull you up. “Come on, up up up!”

Begrudgingly, you let Baela usher you into the shower, shutting the door behind you very decidedly. You stared at yourself in the mirror, eyes rimmed red and hair a mess and you allowed yourself a minute of respite before you turned the shower on. If you had to go to that stupid party, you’d make sure to look the absolute best.

“Am I crazy or is it even more crowded than last term?”

You winced as you followed Baela and Rhaena through an especially crowded spot in the house, glancing around.

“No, it’s definitely more people,” Baela agreed, squeezing your hand to make sure not to lose you in the mass. “Has Helaena said where she is?”

“She said she was in backyards,” Rhaena replied and Baela steered you in the direction of the backyard. Meanwhile you tried not to let your eyes roam too much; you didn’t want to seem like you were looking for Jace, even though that was exactly what you were doing. Just as you reached the patio doors, Helaena appeared, stopping you in the doorway.

“Hey guys,” she said, breathless, her eyes flitting over to you as you greeted her. “Should we go get drinks?”

“I’m not dragging my ass back through that crowd,” you moaned, shaking your head. “Let’s just sit down by the pool for a second before we go back in.”

You nudged Helaena out of the way gently, but the blonde grabbed your arm, trying to pull you back.

“But I’m really thirsty.”

“Hel, come on,” you laughed. “You’ll survive ten more minutes without-”

The rest of your words died on your tongue when you caught sight of Jace sitting by the pool, surrounded by his frat brothers and of course, Laura. Now you knew why Helaena was so adamant to get you away from the backyard. It was too loud to hear what Jace was saying, but he must be telling an extremely funny story with the way Laura was laughing, touching his shoulder. They weren’t doing anything scandalous, but it still hurt you to see him still talking to her after you voiced your concerns. You tried not to let it get to you. It wasn’t your business anymore anyways, but you were still a little sick to the stomach.

With a scoff, you turned away, embarrassment burning your cheeks as your friends looked at you with pitiful eyes.

“Sorry,” Rhaena said and you only shrugged with your shoulders.

“Whatever,” you muttered, clearing your throat. “I told you, she was into him. Now he’s free to do as he pleases.”

Baela winced. “We can leave, if you want.”

“No, I’m not leaving because of that clown.”

The girls let out a laugh and Helaena wrapped her arm around you. You gave her a wry smile, leaning into her.

“Let’s go get you that drink.”

As Helaena dragged you away, you couldn’t help but glance back to Jace and for a split second, your eyes met. You quickly turned away, feeling a lump form in your throat. You couldn’t wait to get drinks. After getting to the kitchen, the four of you did two rounds of shots, knowing where the boys kept their expensive booze; Rhaena then mixed you some drinks before you settled on the couch in the living room. Taking a careful sip of your cup, you immediately pulled a face, looking at Rhaena.

“What the hell is in this?”

“I think Grey Goose and Coke.”

“You think?” you asked, wincing when you took another sip. “This is awful Rhae.”

“What is awful?”

Aegon, Helaena’s brother, one cousin of many in the Targaryen family, suddenly plopped down on the couch next to you.

“Oh great, Aegon is here,” Baela deadpanned and Aegon only mocked Baela as he reached for your drink.

“Sure, just go ahead and take my drink.”

Aegon took a big gulp of your drink, humming. “It’s not bad,” he said, offering the cup back to you but you politely declined. You didn’t know where Aegon’s mouth had been in the last 24 hours, there was no way you’d drink out of the same cup he had.

“So, what’s this I hear about you and our cousin breaking up?” Aegon asked, throwing his arm around the back of the couch and you scooted forward, trying to escape his touch.

“You heard right,” you said, throwing him a dirty look and Rhaena rolled her eyes.

“You’re a dick, Aeg.”

“What?” Aegon exclaimed. “’t was just a question, no harm done, right?”

You let out a deep sigh, pushing away from the couch.

“I need some air,” you told the girls and Rhaena furrowed her brows, worried.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“We can make Aegon leave,” Baela offered and Aegon made a noise, frowning at his cousin but you shook your head,

“Nah, I’m good. Just, text me if you guys go somewhere, okay?”

“Are you sure, babe?” Helaena asked and you nodded, patting her shoulder gently.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. I promise.”

With a small wave, you disappeared into the crowd, hearing the cousins starting to argue, but it was background noise to you. Instead of heading to the front door, you inconspicuously headed upstairs, past a kissing couple, and to the bathroom on the second floor. The door was shut, but unlocked and unoccupied as you opened the door. You let it fall shut in its hinges after you, walking over to the window, like you had done so many times before, but never alone. Clicking the window open, you carefully climbed out to the roof, sliding the window closed behind you again. You traipsed over the roof, before settling down on the small nook that sat right above Benjicot’s bedroom, stretching out your legs.

Jace had shown you this place when you first started dating, and sometimes when the parties got too much, the two of you snuck out here to be alone. It was probably risky to go here; but it was the only place you felt like you could retreat without having to go home.

The noise of the party downstairs could still be heard, especially the conversations in the backyard, but to you, it seemed quieter as you closed your eyes. It had cooled down significantly since you had come to the party, but you enjoyed the bite of the cold on your bare arms. A deep breath escaped your lips, your chest heavy.

Looking back on it, you knew what you had said was wrong. It was words hurled in the heat of the moment, chosen to provoke a reaction out of Jace and if you could take them back, you would. But now it was too late, it had seemed like Laura had already sunken her talons into Jace as soon as he was available - not that she had cared much about whether he had a girlfriend or not - and he seemed to be lapping it up.

“Stupid,” you muttered to yourself, wiping the tear that escaped your eye from your cheek with the back of your hand. You froze, when you heard the bathroom window slide open; not daring to look back. His steps were careful as he walked towards you, as if not to spook you, but before he came into view, a soft jacket was draped over your shoulders, engulfing you in his scent. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, tugging the jacket tighter around your body when Jace sat down next to you.

The silence between you stretched on, before Jace cleared his throat.

“You were right.”

You let out a small scoff at his words, glancing over to him.

“You’re shitting me, right?” you asked in disbelief. “She was all over you like that and you still thought she wasn’t into you?”

Jace winced, ducking his head.

“That’s fair. Maybe I was a little oblivious. It’s just…” he paused, sighing. “I didn’t see it, because I don’t really see other girls. Ever since we met, it’s just been you. I didn’t even realize that she was flirting with me until she straight up asked me if we could go upstairs.”

Jealousy flared up in your chest at his words, and you frowned, quickly giving him a once over.

“Well, did you?” you asked, your voice tight. Jace gave you a look, his hands dropping down on his lap.

“I’m sitting here with you, aren’t I?”

Relief flooded your veins and you ducked your head to hide your face. Jace glanced over at you, his face vulnerable and you bit your lip.

“I’m sorry too,” you then said. “I didn’t mean what I said. It was petty and stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“Well looks like we both got to work on some things,” Jace said, tentatively reaching out to take your hand; out of reflex you immediately laced your hand with his. He quirked a smile at you, scooting closer to you and you glanced up at him, almost shyly before you leaned in, as he met you halfway, your lips touching. Jace wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as you kissed, and if you hadn’t felt warm before, you definitely did now.

“What’s happening?”

“They’re kissing!”

“No way! Move over!”

“You move over!”

A crash sounded and you pulled away from Jace, just to see Luke and his cousins spying on you from the bathroom.

“Nothing to see here, carry on!” Luke yelled, quickly sliding the window back down, but their bickering could be heard through the closed window.

Jace snorted out a laugh, leaning his forehead against yours and you only grinned lazily at him.

“Come on, let’s go face the circus before they break the window and we have to scale down the roof,” Jace said, offering you his hand as he got up. You let him help you up, as the two of you walked back to the bathroom window.

“You know I thought about scaling down the roof when you caught me in your bedroom?”

“You’re joking.”

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author’s note: tell me what you think <3 also will add the taglist tomorrow bc i’m so tired but wanted to post🫶🏼

[buckyalpine]

Bucky comfort. What I need like air right now is a sweet, chubby baker Bucky who notices his bunny is down. She doesn't say anything out of the ordinary when she comes to visit the bakery, kissing his soft scruffy cheek before taking a seat at the booth with a fresh Danish he made.

Cherry, because that's her favorite.

He can tell something is off when her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes and she's curled up in his hoodie quietly nibbling on the pastry instead of clinging onto him like she usually does.

He doesn't like it. Not one bit.

He loves when his girl hugs his thick waist tightly from behind while his works at the dough and rolls out croissants. Her little hands usually knead at the fluff around his belly. Instead she seems to be in her own world, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and pushing herself further into her seat to hide from the rest of world. You tell him you have to run a few errands and he doesn't miss your steamy eyes and small voice as you scurry off out of the bakery and it just adds to his worry.

Bucky was having none of that.

He lets Sam and Steve take over a couple of his orders, cleaning off and deciding to go straight home to you instead, he knows you don't actually have errands to do, he always makes sure to take care of them anyway. When he arrives back home, he isn't surprised to see your smaller form curled in a ball on the couch, eyes wide, surprised to see him.

"Bucky?" the quiver in your voice gives away that you'd been crying moments earlier.

"C'mere baby bunny" Bucky cooed, scooping you up in his beefy arms, and cradling your body to his, holding you to his chest while you nuzzle into his neck. "Wanna tell me what's going on in that little head of yours" He whispered against your hair, stroking it while you pull back, giving him a shrug. He knows you don't always want to talk about it but he's going to do what he can to make you feel better

"I'm not sure" You say with a sigh, your mind still running around a thousand miles a minute. Nothing particularly bad happened but one thought led to another; questioning if you were happy with your job, if you were happy with where you were in life, if you were someone Bucky would actually even want to be with, someone so sweet and loving and handsome like him, all your friends seemed to have found their footing and you were still here so unsure-

"Shhh" he kissed your forehead as if he could hear your insecurities screaming at you from inside your head. "What do you need sweet girl" His lips brush against the top of your head, breathing in your soft scent of peach body wash and vanilla lotion. He has you perfectly tucked into his much larger form, as if he were trying to protect his baby bunny from the rest of the world.

"Cuddles?" You cling onto him, sighing contently when he shifts so he can wrap you up in his arms while you bury your face into his chest. Everything about him is so comforting, if you could find a way to burrow yourself into him, you would. Your wiggling and shifting to get even closer makes Bucky chuckle, cooing at the whine you let out when he pulls away.

"Not going anywhere bunny, just getting us more comfortable" You're not sure how he does it but with minimal effort and movement he's helped you strip off all your clothes along with his, tossing the fluffy throw to cover you both up. You love feeling his bare skin against yours, practically purring now that you can feel every bit of him.

The rumble of your stomach doesn't go unnoticed by Bucky and he makes sure to wrap you up in a blanket burrito before getting up and padding over to the kitchen.

"Where are you going now" You pout and he cups your face with the gentlest touch.

"You're hungry bub, I'm just getting a snacky" and with that he walks off, grinning at the giggle you let out watching his perfectly perky ass saunter off.

"Yummyy" You wiggle happily from under your blanket at both the sight of you very pretty, very naked boyfriend carrying in a plate of more Danishes and a bunch of other pastries and fruit he grabbed on the way out when he left the bakery.

Bucky adores seeing you like this, setting down the snacks so he can hold you again when you give him grabby arms. He doesn't let you lift a fingers, feeding you another Danish, kissing the crumbs that clung onto your lips. He runs you a bath next. His bunny doesn't feel like moving much so he's happy to carry you there while you wrap yourself around him like a koala bear.

By the end of the night he loves seeing the light return to your eyes, your soft giggles when he has you perched on the bathroom counter doing your skin care routine with him.

"Keep your little paws to yourself, doll" Bucky swats away your hands when you reach for the lotion, taking over the job for himself. He's more than happy to massage up and down your calves to your thighs. He massages all the knots out of your back and shoulders before carrying you off to bed again for more cuddles and kisses.

Anyway, this was sitting in the drafts for weeds and it's still what I need rn.

[xo100]

A Sparkling Christmas - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Christmas with Lando is full of love, laughter, and thoughtful surprises. But one unexpected gift turns a magical day into a moment you’ll never forget.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 885

*:･ﾟ A/N: hey loves! A quick message before you read the fic. I wanted to ask y’all if you can check out @gridprincess-04 her blog! She’s working on 12 days of Christmas! Her work is absolutely amazing.

⤷ here is the link to her post of 12 days of Christmas! Make sure to send in a request and she’ll make a masterpiece of it! Thank you in advance, love you all’

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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the frosty windows, illuminating the cozy chaos of the living room. Christmas morning had arrived, and the festive spirit was palpable. Lando Norris stirred awake, his messy curls a tangle against the pillow. He blinked a few times, disoriented, until his eyes landed on the figure curled up next to him.

You were still asleep, your face nestled into the crook of his arm. The soft rise and fall of your breathing brought a smile to his face, one of those private smiles he saved only for moments like this—moments that were just his and yours.

He’d planned something special for today, and the anticipation had him wide awake now. Lando carefully slipped out of bed, mindful not to wake you. Pulling on a hoodie and some sweatpants, he padded into the kitchen to start the morning right: pancakes, coffee, and a little bit of his signature mischief.

By the time you stumbled out of the bedroom, wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito, the smell of coffee and syrup had already filled the air. Lando turned around, spatula in hand, grinning at you like the cat who got the cream.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, watching as you shuffled to the counter. “I thought you were going to sleep through Christmas at this rate.”

You rolled your eyes, too groggy to respond with anything clever, but the corners of your mouth tugged upward. Lando slid a plate of pancakes in front of you and leaned over the counter, chin propped on his hand as he watched you take the first bite.

“Good?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Amazing,” you mumbled through a mouthful of food, earning a laugh from him.

The morning passed in a blur of wrapping paper, laughter, and stolen kisses. Lando had an uncanny ability to pick the perfect gifts, each one tailored to you in a way that made your heart swell. A set of vintage books you’d been eyeing, a new pair of headphones, even a handmade card that was equal parts hilarious and touching.

But the real surprise was yet to come.

As the day wore on, the two of you transitioned from the chaos of gift-opening to the quiet comfort of lounging on the couch. The Christmas tree lights cast a warm glow over the room, and soft holiday music played in the background. You stretched lazily, announcing your intention to change into something more comfortable for the night.

“Wait,” Lando said, stopping you in your tracks. He reached behind the couch and produced a final gift, neatly wrapped in festive paper. “One last present. Open it before you change.”

You raised an eyebrow but accepted the package, tearing through the paper to reveal a cozy-looking hoodie in your favorite color.

“You’re trying to convert me into one of your hoodie cultists,” you teased, holding it up. It was soft and oversized, exactly the way you liked it.

“Guilty as charged,” Lando said, smirking. “Go try it on. I think you’ll like it.”

You didn’t need much convincing. Retreating to the bedroom, you pulled the hoodie over your head, relishing the warmth. But as you adjusted it, your hand brushed against something in the pocket. Frowning, you reached in and pulled out a small velvet box.

Your heart stopped.

Carefully, you opened it to reveal a delicate golden ring, the light catching on the intricate design. For a moment, you just stared, the reality of it not quite sinking in. Then you heard a soft knock on the door, and Lando’s voice drifted through.

“Everything okay in there?”

You opened the door to find him leaning casually against the frame, but his expression betrayed his nerves. He glanced at the box in your hand and then back at your face.

“So, uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “I was going to do the whole get-on-one-knee thing, but honestly, I thought this felt more… us.”

You didn’t say anything, your throat too tight with emotion. Instead, you launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you with a laugh, holding you tightly as you whispered, “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

The rest of the evening was a blur of happiness, laughter, and quiet moments shared just between the two of you. After dinner—a simple yet perfect meal you cooked together—you found yourselves back on the couch, tangled up in each other. The fire crackled softly, and the snow outside blanketed the world in a serene white.

Lando’s hand found yours, his thumb brushing against the ring on your finger. “I’ve been carrying that around for weeks, you know. Couldn’t figure out the right moment to give it to you.”

“You picked the perfect moment,” you said softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’ll never forget today.”

He turned to press a kiss to your temple, his voice low and tender. “You make everything perfect, love.”

The two of you stayed like that for hours, wrapped up in the magic of the holiday and the quiet promise of forever. As the fire dimmed and sleep began to claim you, Lando’s voice broke through the haze.

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Norris.”

And with a sleepy smile, you whispered back, “Merry Christmas, Lando.”

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know!

*:･ﾟtags; @gridprincess-04 , @justaf1girl

[babyleostuff]

when their strong independent s/o suddenly wants to be babied | ot13

❥ seungcheol 

oh, he’d love that. as much of a baby as he is, cheol adores taking care of people that he loves, especially you, and especially because you’re never the one to lean on others or ask for help. so the second he notices you’re a lot more touchy and that your gaze follows him everywhere, his arms are wrapped around you in an instant, and he’s asking if you need any food, water, more pillows, or if the TV is too loud, while running his hand gently through your hair. he would never tell you this, but he’d be so thankful to you that you trusted him enough to let your guard down around him and allow yourself to depend on him a bit more sometimes (if it was his way, he’d like you to be a bit less independent, because he knows how tiresome it sometimes is, but nonetheless, cheol would always be there for you).

❥ jeonghan 

he’s already babying you, even when you're being your cold and independent self. he doesn’t care that you want to open that jar, he’s going to take it out of your hands and do it himself. you’re sitting on the couch while watching a movie with a popcorn bowl separating you? no problem, jeonghan moves it out of the way and pulls you down, so you could rest on his chest, while he’s throwing a blanket around you. he doesn’t do that because he thinks you’re incapable of taking care of yourself - he knows you can, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you can’t depend on him. besides, when he notices how exhausted you are but still doesn't want to depend on someone else, it makes him angry. so, be as independent as you wish, jeonghan is still going to baby the shit out of you. 

❥ joshua

same as jeonghan, you’re already getting that princess treatment, darling. but unlike hannie, joshua does that unconsciously - he doesn’t pay attention to the way he pets your hair whenever you succeed in something, how he grabs your waist to move you out of the way, so that he could reach for that plate, or how he always made sure you’d walk on the inner side of the sidewalk. he knew you were an independent, strong person, but he wouldn’t let you carry all of your burdens yourself, and he’d try to help you in any way he could to make it a bit easier for you. whenever you got a bit more baby around him, joshua would activate his physical touch and cling to you like a koala, because he knew how much, deep down, you enjoyed his clingy, and puppy like side.

❥ jun 

give him a second, because he’s freaking out. will turn into the fluffiest fluffball to ever fluff, because he wants nothing more than to make you happy when you’re in need of a bit more love and comfort. but before smothering you with his kisses and cuddles, jun makes sure you’re feeling fine mentally and physically - he sits you down, takes your hands in his, and when you assure him that you just need to be taken care of for a bit, he goes into teddy bear mode. He loves it when you depend on him, when you snuggle a bit closer to him in search for warmth, when you follow him around everywhere, when you link your pinky fingers when you’re out for a stroll. 

❥ hoshi 

giggling and kicking his feet. this man lives for taking care of you, even if his methods are sometimes a bit questionable. he loves your independent side, soonyoung finds it so cool that you are able to take such good care of yourself, but it makes him sulk sometimes, because “why don’t you depend on me a bit more?” so, whenever you are in baby mode, he tries to make the most of it - hug the shit out of you, follow you wherever he can, squish your cheeks, and call you corny pet names that would usually make you puke. but he would also be a bit more protective over you whenever you let your guard down like that, because he knew you were extra vulnerable in times like these. so, he’d bundle the both of you into a blanket burrito, and hide you from the world for a while. 

❥ wonwoo 

silently screaming, crying, throwing up. you are just as independent as he is, and sometimes he worries that you don’t consider him someone you can depend on or lean on. that’s why moments like these - when you are a bit more clingy and touchy, when you play with his hair a lot more, when you come waddling into his room with a blanket around you to sit beside him and watch him game - it reassures him that he does a good job as a boyfriend, and he tries his best to comfort you, without making you feel like you’re being weak for letting your guard for a bit. the biggest reward for him was when you fell asleep next to him while he was reading you a book in bed. 

❥ woozi 

in the past, woozi was a bit insecure about being the caregiver - he wasn’t sure he was the person you needed to baby you, or give you extra comfort and love. but after you made multiple threats, and changed his password to his studio, he kind of got the idea that yes, he was the person you needed. woozi secretly loved how you leaned on him from time to time, it gave him a peace of mind that you could rest a bit in his presence, and let go of your strong persona, and just be your adorable, little self. he always kept extra blankets in his studio in case you came pouting and asking for cuddles, so he could always have something to wrap around you and keep you warm. 

❥ dk 

endless cuddles incoming. once he notices that you want to be taken care of and babied, there is no way he’s going to let go of you. even if you’d want to get up for a glass of water, worry not, your puppy of a boyfriend would be right behind you, his (buff) arms wrapped securely around your waist, just in case you tried to get away from him. but he’d also understand that you usually acted like this when you were emotionally and physically tired, so he would make sure to talk to you, and comfort you in any way you needed (even though you insisted that cuddles were enough, he knew you were silently asking for a couple of kisses, and for him to sing to you, so you could finally rest without worry). 

❥ mingyu 

puppy nr. 2. the second he’d see you following him with a pout on your face, he’d know it was his time to put on his best husband act, and baby the shit out of you. he’d lift you up without saying anything (giggling in his mingoo giggles), carry you to the kitchen, place you on the counter, stand between your legs, playfully peck your lips, and get ready to make you your favourite ramyeon. mingyu would make a total fool out of himself just to make you laugh, because to him, as long as you were happy and smiling, it was all that mattered. after eating, he’d bundle you up in the most oversized hoodie he owned, wrap you up in a blanket, and put on a scary movie, just so he could cuddle you really, really, really close (his eyes were closed for the whole duration of the movie). 

❥ minghao 

cue in heart eyes. hao’s acts of service or physical touch were always low-key - you always knew he was there for you, but he didn’t push his love into other people’s faces. but, when you needed to be babied, when you needed that extra warmth and comfort form your boyfriend, minghao was always more happy than to turn into your personal teddy bear. he loved how independent you were, it made him so proud that you could take care of yourself, but at the same time it made him worry that you were draining yourself too much. that’s why when you needed to be babied, YOU WERE BABIED. whatever you’d ask for, he’d do it in an instant, no questions asked - it could be the most stupid thing and he’d do it with a smile on his face. 

❥ seungkwan 

mom mode activated. at first he’d get a bit worried that you were acting a lot more baby with him, letting him hug you without side eyeing him, or letting him squish your cheeks without you throwing a tantrum. but after he’d catch on to what was going on, seungkwan would make you sit at the dinner table while frantically looking through the cabinets searching for your favourite ramyeon. after making you some food, and not burning the house down, he’d take you out on a walk around the neighbourhood, your arms linked, while he rambled about all of the funny stuff that happened during practice, to take your mind off of your worries. when you were in baby mode, you and him were like two magnets - you could not be separated, and even if you were, you immediately found your way back to each other.     

❥ vernon 

first of all, it would make him feel so appreciated that you turned to him when you needed to be babied. vernon didn’t get to be the caregiver often, but whenever he’d notice that you needed a bit more comfort and love than usual, he’d try his best, because he wanted to be someone you could always depend on. you’d either do something very calming and relaxing like cuddle under a blanket and watch a movie, or if you were feeling more bold, you’d bake (which with vernon means one thing - a disaster). whatever you decided to do, vernon made sure to always stay by your side, his hand on you hip, because you in baby mode also required him to include a bit more of physical touch, which to be honest he was very grateful for, because usually he was too shy to initiate it himself.  

❥ chan 

he’s been waiting for this. i believe chan thrives off of being the caretaker, so he’d be prepared and ready - pillows stacked up on your bed, comforters to keep you warm, all of your favourite snacks and movies, and his arms to keep you close to his body through the whole night. because he didn’t get to baby you often, he’d make the most out of the times that it happened, and it would honestly make him so so happy that even though you’re this strong and independent person, you still allowed him to take care of you from time to time. he’d finally be able to thank you for all of the times that you had taken care of him.

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[crushmeeren]

♡ Todoroki/Fem Reader

♡ Master List Link

⇢ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.

⇢ Warnings; cursing, making out, dirty talk, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, Shouto is a little subby in this

♡ Authors Note; I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, a giant dick — but who is so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget — you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and promptly cried.

Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what he’s eating so you can have some too, even if you weren’t hungry in the first place.

Shouto who doesn’t understand social cues very well. Who tilts his head adorably when he’s confused. Who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often when he’s unsure of what’s going on.

Shouto who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, to understand body language and tone. Whose pretty smile could melt icy glaciers with its tender warmth. Who is so comfortable with you he makes all sorts of facial expression, which you take as a triumphant win.

Shouto who you met in high school but didn’t date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and you caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was probably a bit delirious because he swears he saw you with a halo, because he “fell in love with an Angel that day.”

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when he’s drinking some because he’s learned he can show you he loves you by sharing what enjoys. It’s so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.

Shouto who decides to be a bit “rebellious” after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.

Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when it’s raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?

Shouto who is a dry texter. We’re talking Sahara Desert dry. Who does still take the time to send you pictures of things you love while he’s out on patrol, especially of dogs that he encounters. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.

Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when he’s not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. You’re unable to resist, you’re technically sitting on his face all day… right??

Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. You’re definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night when everyone is over is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates repeatedly.

Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man as his brother by extension, and who you’ve grown close to as well. Who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others don’t get the privilege to see.

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows he’s perfect for you just the way he is.

Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. You’d start a goddamn war for this man.

Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out with you. Whose cock starts twitching in his briefs when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together consistently with yours. Who eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip so roughly it stings.

Shouto who likes to spread you out on your back in bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.

Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them backwards to your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out. Who makes you cry out when he sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who praises you murmuring “your pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass? pretty please?”

Shouto who strips you both. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy when you see it. Who flips you, yanking your ass in the air and shoving your face into the sheets. Who spanks you unforgivingly and grips the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.

Shouto who shoves two fingers in your pussy without warning. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim until you cum so hard you see stars. Who pulls away from you, stroking himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice pleading “I want to put my cock in you so badly, can I please princess?”

Shouto who is aware you’re a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink when you tell him you’ll ride him for a bit. Who props his back up against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip around so your back faces him. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you ride him, letting out delicate and whiny moans while you make his toes curl.

Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued as his cock disappears into your pussy while you bounce in his lap. Whose dick throbs, breathing hitching when you throw your head back and you moan “fuck Shouto, your cock is so good, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Shouto who reaches his limit, pushing you off his cock and onto your back whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips his shaft, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way back inside with one fluid roll of his hips.

Shouto who bends you in half, hooking your knees over his shoulders and folding you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with the intention to bully your g-spot. Who makes sure you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you into cumming with a handful of strokes. Who gets you to cum over and over, little water balloons of warm pleasure popping and coursing through you.

Shouto who produces low moans when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately pleads with you to cum one more time because he can’t hold on for much longer.

Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as you chase your pleasure once more while folded as a pretzel. Who cums instantly when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes into the hilt, grinding against you as he bursts at the seams, panting to catch his breath.

Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties for you to wear. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face. Shouto who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.