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xojennyboo · 1 year ago

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A/N: hello everyone! This is another request that I received. Thank you once again to the person who requested this. Truly happy that you guys enjoy my writing. Out of privacy, I won’t be putting the name of the person who requested this imagine. I do hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to reblog, vote, comment, like, and submit your requests. Once again thank you. Also, did you see Harry this weekend! Our baby looks so handsome! Happy reading!

Warnings: smut, alcohol, unprotected sex, pregnancy

Imagine requested: Where Y/N and Harry have a one-night stand at his flat in London. They’re both drunk and end up having sex. Although that night turns into a week of fun. Y/n lives in the U.S, New York to be precise, where Harry also purchased a property there, and find out she’s pregnant with Harry’s baby.

You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. London, England. A place where you’ve always wanted to visit. Fortunately, it was where your best friend lives. He was finally on vacation after touring for more than a year and he flew you out to London to spend time with him. You couldn’t believe it at first until he sent you the confirmation email of the flight that he had booked for you. You currently lived in New York. You’ve known Harry for over 5 years now and you’ve established a great friendship. You could confide in him for whatever and he felt the same way.

Once you landed in London, Harry had sent a car to pick you up, not wanting the attention on both of you if he were to show up. Whenever you two were together, he always attempted to be discrete about everything, not wanting the media to hurt you in any way possible. He wanted to protect you from the dark side of being famous, which you understood. You knew how the media could twist things around and make you look like the bad guy. It was a judgmental world, all eyes on you waiting for you to fuck up. One of the many reasons as to why Harry went out of his way to protect your friendship.

You were currently staying at his house in London. The atmosphere here reminded you of back home, always busy with many people walking to their destination. At first you were awe struck, looking at all of the beautiful architecture, finding the old school vibe to be charming. Harry’s house was beautiful, the home giving you a calming and serenity vibe. Somewhere to come to and escape the outside world. With his career you weren’t surprised that he wanted to get that vibe.

“Want to cook dinner tonight or order in?”, he asked you, pouring wine into two glasses in the kitchen. “To be honest, I’m feeling quite lazy at the moment, so let’s order in”, you admit, hearing a deep chuckle from the kitchen. You were super confortable around Harry. He wasn’t one to judge you at all, which is why your friendship worked so well. You didn’t see him as Harry Styles, the heartthrob, but Harry Styles the person, which he loved. You hear his bare feet pad against the wooden floor as he made his way towards the couch in his living room, handing you the glass of red wine. “Thank you”, you mumble, immediately taking a sip and letting the bittersweet taste down your throat. “Mmm, it’s really good”, you say, positioning yourself in a more comfortable position on the couch.

“I’m glad you liked it. I picked out a few bottles before your arrival. I know how much you like your reds”, he says, taking a small sip of his wine. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at his small gesture. “So, what are we thinking for tonight? Sushi, Chinese, Thai…”he suggests. You haven’t had sushi in a while, and it was always your go to. Without thinking twice about it, you both answered together, saying ‘Sushi’ at the same time causing you both to laugh.

He placed the order on his phone mentioning that the food would arrive in about half an hour. This gave you the perfect opportunity to shower before dinner. Gulping your last sip of wine in your glass, you placed the glass in the coffee table and got up. “I’m going to shower real quick and get more comfortable. Let me know when the food arrives”, you say before going into the guest bedroom. Once you were done with your shower, you got into a comfy silk pajamas, putting on the matching robe to cover yourself. With your slippers on, you walked out the room and went into the living room. You heard Harry talking to someone, assuming the delivery guy. Your assumptions were right when he walked into the kitchen with a big bag of food.

You poured your second glass of wine, his glass too, as he stood there, staring at you. You didn’t say anything, watching as he caught himself, walking towards the island in the middle of the kitchen and taking out the sushi. “Everything looks delicious”, he says, watching as you handed him the glass of wine and sitting down in front of you, the platter of sushi in between you both. “It sure does”, you happily say, your starving self getting your sauces ready to devour the sushi in front of you. “So tell me, how’s New York treating you?”, he asks, popping a roll into his mouth. “It’s treating me well. I walk to work every day, making sure your marketing is up to date”, you giggle, popping a piece into your mouth as well. “Ah yes, that’s always important”, he says taking a sip of his wine. “I got a new apartment, so much nicer than the old place. So I’ve been busy decorating the place and making it more homey”, you say.

“Oh nice, can’t wait to go see it. You know I’ve purchased a penthouse in the city recently. I have yet to go see it though”, he tells you making your heart skip a beat a bit. “Really? Where?”, you ask, feeling giddy inside. “On the upper east side. I figured that if I went to go visit you more, I could have a place to stay”, he teased making you laugh. “Or you could’ve just stayed with me”, you say throwing your head back as you finished your second glass of wine. You could already feel the slight buzz in your system, definitely indicating your lightweight. “Another?”, he asks, gulping down his wine. You simply nodded, eating your food. “Although staying with you sounds nice, I do want to give you your space. Once people find out where I live, they’ll be photographers outside and I don’t want them invading your privacy”, he says making your heart melt.

‘Why are you suddenly feeling this way’, you thought to yourself. It must be the wine talking. “You’re very sweet. But I wouldn’t mind you staying over. You should know that”, you say taking your third glass of wine from him. “I know love. But like I said, I don’t want your privacy to be jeopardized”. Without saying another word to each other, you sat there eating your sushi. He would occasionally feed you a roll, you doing the same. Once you had devoured the platter of sushi, you were already on your sixth glass of wine, making you tipsy as hell. You weren’t drunk to the point you didn’t know what you were doing, but tipsy enough to not know what you were saying. When you were in this state you said whatever came to your mind, and sometimes it got you in trouble.

You were sitting on the couch now, Harry by your side as you finished your 7th glass. You looked at the counter in the kitchen from your position and realized you were on your way to finishing the third bottle of wine. “Was this your plan Mr. Styles?”, you say, giggling for god knows what reason. This caused Harry to chuckle, the alcohol clearly taking effect on his as well, his eyes more glassy than usual. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/n”, he says, his head falling back on the couch as he finished his glass of wine. You couldn’t help but watch him intently, really looking at his features, and his body, he was a beautiful human being with a pure heart. Over the years you felt very protective of him, not wanting ugly people to hurt him in any way.

“Are you checking me out?”, he says looking at you. Clearing your throat, you sat up on the couch and adjusted your position, your cheeks turning a bright pink from him catching you and also the alcohol. “I don’t mind you know, you, checking me out”, he mumbles, his eyes averting from you and now looking up at the ceiling. “I do it all of the time with you”, he confesses, making your neck snap in his direction. His eyes were closed, and he talked, this causing you to want him. “What?”, you ask, his eyes opening up and looking at you. “What? You haven’t noticed?”, he says making your core twitch a bit.

He sat up, turning his body towards you, leaning his body over until you were face to face. “I watch you, admiring your beauty, inside and out”, he whispers, feeling his alcoholic breath hitting your face. Your lips were slightly ajar, afraid to say a word at his confession. His gaze fell between your parted lips and your glassy eyes. “Every time I see you, I can’t help but think about the things I would want to do with you”, he whispers, making your breath hitch. “Y-you do?”, you stutter, feeling the sexual tension growing between the two. “Yeah”, he says, coming closer to you. “What kind of things?”, you ask, finding the small bit of confidence to find out what he means. Your gaze fell to his lips, watching as his lips formed a small smirk. “I think it would be more fun to show you rather than tell you”, he tauntingly says.

“Yeah?”, you say, “yeah”, he replies back. Without thinking twice about it you climb on top of him, straddling his waist with your legs. Your lips instantly attached, kissing one another with lust. This was definitely the alcohol talking cause if you were sober enough you wouldn’t have imagined this happening right now. His hands were on your hips, the silk of your robe feeling nice against his big hands. He squeezed your hips, wanting to feel some kind of friction on his, now hard, dick. You gave in, fully sitting on his Hal, your clothed cunt on his clothed cock, the bulge giving you a slight pressure. You grinded your hips on his as you kissed one another, his hands gliding up your body and to your shoulders, slipping the silk robe off of you. “You look so beautiful in this little set. Did you wear this for me?”, he mumbles against your lips. You moaned against his lips, feeling the material slip down your arms immediately feeling the coolness of the room.

His hands went to your ass, squeezing your cheeks as you grinded on him, moaning against your lips. You were both needy for one another, your lust taking over your bodies and not caring about anything at the moment, just wanting to have one another. You hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his body until it was completely off, his torso on full display. Your lips reattached to his lips, slowly kissing down his face, to his throat where you sucked on the skin, leaving small red bruises. The pressure you were feeling on your clothed clit was becoming too much, wanting to feel him better. Harry noticed, as your movements ceased. Without thinking about it, he got up from the couch, leading you to the bedroom, your thighs still wrapped around his waist.

He placed you on the bed, taking your shorts off along with your camisole, reveling your bare breasts and clothed pussy. He let out a small whimper as he crawled over your body and attaching his needy lips to yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist once again, pulling him down to feel some friction. His lips trail down your neck, kissing and sucking on the hot skin. Your breathing heavy, not believing this was happening. His lips kissed down to your chest, leaving wet licks on your skin, until he reached your breasts. Taking your nipple in his mouth he sucked on the sensitive nub, electricity shooting through your body. You moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, his teeth biting the small nub. He repeated the same action with the other one, making you more wet than you already were.

His lips trailed down your torso now, sucking on your skin until he reached your core. He blew on the sensitive clothed area, causing shivers and goosebumps to appear all over your body. He brought his hand up to your heat, slowly rubbing your through your wet panties. Your eyes immediately rose back, finally getting some prominent friction. Your hips moved against his hand, loving the pressure he was giving you. His finger put the material to the side, his mouth blowing cool air on it making you whine in anticipation. “Look how wet you are love. All for me?”, he asks. “All for you Harry”, you gasped as his finger played with your bare clit. He gently massaged the small nub causing you to moan. His finger dipping into your wetness, a string on your arousal on his finger and he placed his finger in his mouth. Your lips parted as you saw the sexy scene in front of you. “Mmmm, so sweet”, he says before going down and attaching his mouth to your pussy.

Instantly your mouth opened, moans emitting out of it at how good Harry was eating your out. The small stubble on his face tickling your inner thighs. Your hips moved to the rhythm of his tongue, the noise of your wetness on his tongue turning you on even more. “Oh fuck, Harry. That feels so good. Just like that baby”, you moan, your hands gripping the bedsheets. His hand reach up to grab your hand, placing it on his hair for you to grip. He lightly bit your swollen clit making you gasp and tighten the grip on his hair. He groaned at the feeling, causing him to move his face closer to your pussy, his tongue dipping into your wetness and nose rubbing on your clit. You were falling apart in front of his eyes, your torso tensing at the feeling of you about to explode. But, before you could he stopped, kissing up your body and kissing your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You taste so good”, he whispered attaching your lips again. Without breaking the kiss, you took his sweats off with your feet, wanting to feel him inside you. He finished taking the off, revealing his naked lower half. You whined watching his cock spring to life, his size arousing you again. “Ready?”, he says. You nodded you head and soon he was pushing into you making both of you moan against each others lips. He thrusted into you with no mercy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, feeling the pressure coming back. Your wet walls squeezing his cock as he thrusted into you. The bed moving and hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. Your perky breasts bouncing up and down as he grabbed you by your thighs and thrusted. You could see the sweat emitting from his body, his tattoos glistening.

“H-Harry I’m about to come”, you whine, closing your eyes ready to come all of over him. “Me too love. Look at me”, he grunted. With just a few more thrusts you both came against on another, Harry riding your highs until both of you calmed down. All you could think was Holy Shit.

That happened three weeks ago. Now you were back in New York, working and living your life. After that night, you constantly had sex with him until you had to come back home. You didn’t establish any labels, enjoying everything in the moment. You didn’t have to talk about your feelings since you both felt comfortable with one another. You were currently in your new apartment watching the city life through your window. You couldn’t believe you found your dream apartment. You loved spending time here, and you didn’t care if it came with being a loner. As long as you were here in the comfort of your apartment you didn’t care.

Harry was to stop by in two weeks. He needed to establish some business with Pleasing and also wanted to show you his new penthouse. You walked towards your kitchen, pouring water in your water bottle. When you closed it, you looked at your calendar to see if you had anything planned. You didn’t, but you couldn’t help but look at the small red circle that indicated your beginning of your period. You were a week late, which never happened. Your period was always on time and always fell on the exact date, so this caught you by surprise. Without giving it a second thought you booked an appointment with your OBGYN, thankfully having a spot for you today.

During that appointment you mentioned your regular cycles. She asked you if you were sexually active, which you replied yes, not thinking anything of it. You knew that you were using protection with Harry after the first time, although your memory was a bit blurred trying to think of the first time. She took some blood samples and a urine test, giving you results in a couple of minutes. “Alright Y/n. The results came back and everything looks good, with you and the baby”, she says with so much optimism. You instantly froze at the mention of the word baby. “What?”, you shakily ask. “You’re pregnant y/n”, she says, giving you a copy of your results. “You’re about two weeks right now, so pretty early. I’ll give you another appointment for next month, just make sure you’re eating right, don’t drink alcohol, and do a bit of exercise to stay active”, she says before getting up. “Okay”, you say, still being shocked. “I’ll give you a couple of minutes. I’ll give the script to the receptionist so she can schedule you your appointment. I hope you have a nice day and congratulations”, she says before walking out the door.

You sat there for what felt like forever, 10 minutes to be exact, in pure shock. You were pregnant with Harry’s baby. How could you let this happen. You were both reckless that night. How were you going to tell him. How is he going to take the news. After so many years of trying to protect him and him trying to protect you from the media, you did the one thing that could make or break him, in your opinion. You weren’t even dating for crying out loud. It was a week of pure fun and sex and being with each other and then going back to your regular lives. You got up from the chair and went to the receptionist to schedule your appointment for next month. “We’ll see you next month Miss Y/L/N, have a great day”, she smiles giving you a small card with the appointment on it.

As soon as you walked out of the door, you hear your phone ring, looking at it and seeing that it was Harry. “Of course. Speak of the devil himself”, you mumble to yourself. You decided not to answer, feeling too overwhelmed with the news you just received. You walked to your apartment in silence, thinking of how you were going to give Harry the big news. Of course, you were going to wait as long as possible, especially since he’ll be here in a couple of weeks. Maybe you’ll tell him then. Once you got into your apartment you saw him calling again, not answering him. You didn’t trust your emotions right now, and you didn’t want him finding out or questioning you right now. Your phone buzzed. A message from him. “Hey, are you alright? Please answer”, the message read. “Hey, I’m a bit busy at the moment. I’m alright. I’ll reach out when I’m free”, you reply back, throwing your phone on the couch as you walked to your bedroom.

Standing in front of your mirror, you lift your shirt up to reveal your stomach. You stood sideways, trying to see if there was any sign of you brewing pregnant. You looked normal, you didn’t feel weird at all. You caressed your lower stomach, imagining how your belly would grow in a couple of months. “How are we going to tell your dad little one”, you whispered to your belly. Your thoughts were then interrupted by a knock on your door, immediately pulling your shirt down and looking around as if you were just caught. “Get your shit together y/n”, you scold yourself, walking towards the door and opening it. Harry stood on the other side of the door, a worried expression on his face. “Harry?! What are you doing here?”, you asked, shocked that he was in New York. He wasn’t supposed to be here until two weeks from today. “I wanted to surprise you”, he says, walking into the apartment. He had a big bouquet of flowers in his hands, admiring your apartment.

“Wow. This place looks great”, he says, turning towards you and handing you the bouquet of roses. Instantly your heart swelled with emotion. “Thank you, they’re beautiful”, you say, walking towards the kitchen and placing them on the counter. “Are you alright? I’m sensing you’re a bit off?”, he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his body. You couldn’t help but stiffen a bit, turning around in his arms to look at him. “I’m fine, just a bit tired”, you lie. “As long as you’re alright. I wanted to surprise you so I came earlier. Couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he confesses, his eyes on you. “Really?”, you ask, your heart fluttering. “Well yeah. After your visit in London I couldn’t get you off my mind”, he says, taking your hands in his and kissing it.

“Harry…”, you start saying but he stops you by planting a small kiss on your lips. “Don’t say anything. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I wanted to let you know how I was feeling”, he says. You didn’t say anything else, just wanting to spend time with him like old times. The whole day he spent admiring the view from your apartment and helping you pick out some cool pieces of furniture. All with the thoughts of having his baby growing inside your womb in this very instant. By the end of the day you were tired, falling asleep on the couch in his arms.

The nest more in, you abruptly got up, feeling the need to throw up. You ran towards the bathroom, emptying your already empty stomach in the toilet. You feel Harry’s hand pull your hair out of the way. “Love, are you sure you’re alright?”, he asked worriedly. You got up and flushed the toilet, going towards the sink to brush your teeth. “Yeah, might be a small bug”, you say, avoiding eye contact. He didn’t pressure you as he walked out the door and into the kitchen. You decided on showering before making your way downstairs where you smelled the breakfast that he was cooking. “Feeling better?”, he asks you. “Hmm, yeah. Just hungry”, you admit. He handed you a plate of food and you started eating the delicious food.

Once you were done with breakfast, you helped clean up, even after him telling you no. Once you were done, you couldn’t help but feel the nausea coming back. You ran to the bathroom again, spilling your guts out. Fuck, why did this have to happen when he was here. It was like the baby was already telling you to tell him. “Y/n, this is the second time love. Should I take you to the doctor?”, he quietly asks, causing your eyes to tear up, afraid to tell him. You flushed the toilet again, getting up to brush your teeth in silence. He just stood there and watched you. Tear ran down your face as you brushed your teeth, his expression becoming soft, his eyes with sadness as he watched you cry. “Baby…what’s wrong?”, he says, kissing your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. You rinsed your mouth from toothpaste and turned around. He cleaned the tears from under your eyes making you somewhat smile at the small gesture.

“Harry I have to tell you something”, you say, finding the courage deep inside you. It’s now or never. Better to rip the band aid all at once. “What’s wrong”, he asks, worry in his eyes. You grabbed his hand and walked towards the living room, the sunlight being the only light in the room. You looked through your bag, finding the results that your doctor gave you. “I want you to know that whatever happens, my feelings for you do not change. I love you H”, you say, your voice breaking as tears started spilling from your eyes again. “Y/n, you’re scaring me now”, he says. Without saying another word, you hand Harry the results. With confusion in his eyes, he takes the paper out of the envelope and unfolds it, reading the print. You saw his expression change from confusion to a blank canvas. You heart felt like it could jump out of your chest, waiting for his reaction. “You’re pregnant?”, he asks, his voice monotonous. “Yeah”, you whispered. “With my baby?”, he asks. You silently nod your head, not trusting your voice as he stared into your eyes. “When did you find out?”, he asks, going towards the couch and taking a seat. “Today. Right before you showed up, I had arrived from the doctor's office”, you say, walking towards the couch as well.

You watched as he rubbed his face with his hands, the piece of paper now on the floor. It was silent. This could go one of two ways. He could either be happy and make this work, or two have nothing to do with this and leave. You hoped it was the first option. “Harry say something please”, you cry, feeling yourself hyperventilating. Your chest started to tighten at his lack of emotion. Your tears running down your face like a waterfall. He looked at you, his once hard expression turning soft. He realized you were freaking out and scooted to you quickly. “Hey, hey, look at me. Everything will be okay. We’ll be okay, okay?”, he says, wrapping his arms around you giving you a hug. “I’m so sorry”, you cry in his shoulder. “Why are you sorry? For being pregnant?”, he asks, nodding your head as an answer. “You have nothing to be sorry about love. It takes two to tango. I’m just shocked, it’s all. I’m not mad or upset”, he says, making you feel somewhat comfortable.

“You’re not?”, you look up to him, a small smile playing on his lips. “Are you kidding me? Why would I be mad at this news? I’m having a baby with the most amazing person ever. Someone who I truly love. Someone who I trust. Someone who makes me comfortable”, he says, pinching your cheek making you smile. “So, you want to have this baby?”, you ask, wanting to feel some kind of reassurance. “Of course I do my love. I want to have this baby and many more in the future. I don’t know why it took me so long to confess my feelings for you but it’s always been you. No one else. Just you”, he confesses. This caused you to cry again, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. “Oh Harry”, you say, jumping into his arms and kissing his lips out of pure happiness. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad”, he says, kissing your cheek. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom”, you giggle.

You felt peace. You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You were elated with his reaction to your pregnancy. You were happy to know that he wanted to have this child with you and start a family together. You were happy that he felt the same way you did, filled with love for one another. You were ready to start this new chapter with him by your side. Start a life together, if things worked out. If by any chance it didn’t, you were still happy to know that your best friend was the father of your child. Your love child, and to be quite frank, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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konamicodex · 2 years ago

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BASICS

FULL NAME: BADIN HIRANWONG

» MEANING: Badin [means "king" in Thai.]; Hiranwong [หิรัญวงศ์ Thai; from Thai หิรัญ (hiran) meaning "money, silver, gold" and วงศ์ (wong) meaning "lineage, family, dynasty."]

NICKNAME: Kinna [from kinnari (Thai: กินรี), usually spelt 'kinnaree' is depicted as a young woman wearing an angel-like costume. The lower part of the body is similar to a bird, and should enable her to fly between the human and the mystical worlds. The most popular portrayal of kinnaree in Thai art probably the golden figures of kinnaree adorned the Wat Phra Kaew in Bangkok, which describe a half-maiden, half-goose figure. A kinnara is a creature from Hindu and Buddhist mythology. They are described as part human and part bird, and have a strong association with music and love. Believed to come from the Himalayas, they often watch over the well-being of humans in times of trouble or danger.]; Kinna was given this nickname by his mother when he was born as she was overcome with so much love when she held him for the first time. Kinna is also known as Kona in the gaming world. Kinna also uses Kona as his rent-a-boyfriend name...

AGE: 21-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 2002 February 14th, he picked the date.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bangkok, Thailand.

OCCUPATION: Kinna is a professional gamer. He also dabs in rent-a-boyfriend gig; he makes a lot of money doing it and it gives him pleasure seeing people fall in love even for a short time. Also, they only do dates in this company, no sexy time please... Well, it depends. Yes, he started the company which was modeled from those Japanese-based companies of the same nature.

ORIENTATION: Pansexual; Panromantic.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

VERSES: The Meaning of Forever; Night Shift

POWERS: Cupid's powers, of course... He can make people fall in and out of love. He's got very good intuition, SUPER high alcohol tolerance, this is important coz he apparently LOVES to drink. He's also a great singer... His mother wonders where he got it from coz she can't sing for shit.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Progressive, Original, Independent, Humanitarian

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Sarcastic, Temperamental, Uncompromising, Aloof

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Saint Paramee Mahatthanadul.

HEIGHT: 5′9 [175 cm.]

WEIGHT: 139 lbs. [63 kg.]

BUILD: Lean.

GAIT: Relaxed.

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

BIRTHMARK: TBA.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Some from growing up, nothing major. » TATTOOS: Bow and arrow. Do not ask.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand.

RESIDENCE: Bangkok, Thailand.

NATIONALITY: Thai.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Uni student under the Faculty of Communication Arts in Chulalongkorn University

DEGREES: Degree in being handsome, he said.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: He is cupid so he speaks the language of love... -_- He speaks Thai, English, many Asian languages, some French. His mother loves French films, apparently.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Dara, single mom. She tells Kanni she doesn't know who his father is but Kanni doesn't really care coz he knows who his father is... Well, at least his name. He's still alive.

SIBLINGS: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PETS: None.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS:

» Kinna is very close to his mother.

FAMILY HISTORY: Kinna is Cupid's iteration. He was sent to the modern world as part-human to make people fall in love again and make babies coz young peeps aren't partnering up. Kinna realized right away WHY - everyone's broke and it's too expensive to have kids. But he's not reporting that at the moment as he is finding his human life a bit entertaining. He thinks humans are weird and funny.

Kinna was born to a single mother who was an aspiring actress. She now runs a hotel near a beach down south of the country.

Kinna as Cupid is pretty low-key; he's not the star of the show and would rather be in the background, just pushing things to happen. That's why he enjoys online gaming which, he found out, he's very good at...

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Kinna has no time... He's got a mission to accomplish and games to complete.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Kinna is friends with that mute kid, Zero, who is moody and always grumpy. Good thing he can't talk...

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: …

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None, clinically.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISEASE(S): None... Maybe he developed some anxiety dealing with humans.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): N/A.

#{ character sheet: kinna }

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zimmbzon · 1 year ago

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“Perth are you mixed? Yeh I’m mixed. Half Thai half handsome baby!”

#perth nakhun

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junjiie · 2 years ago

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UM GOOD MORNING??? (its morning for me im serious i literally just woke up) hope your having a good day im about to give everything about meliora 🤗

SOOOOOO meliora is a 13-member under two fictional companies louvix audio and sonata media, they were the second only successful group under their company after their former boy group RIX disbanded in 2016, so, company said; "WE NEED SOMETHING NEW!", and they recruited the thirteen members over a period of 10 months through global auditions!!! so that's just great

okay off to the members;

kasemchai 'chaiya' shinawatra - 99 liner, thai, probably a man kisser in his free time, and also a professional flirt too!, used to be a child model and he decided "fuck college i'm gonna sing" so he auditioned!, his fc is the actor jeff satur

hong yohan - 00 liner, korean, 1 of 4 introverts in the whole group, the leader of the group, he scares his members without even trying, his fc is that one nct mf (it's haechan)

ko junmin - 00 liner, korean, 2 of 4 introverts in the whole group, a perfectionist for life, he also did taekwondo!, his fc is park jihoon (the actor not from treasure)

jung hajoon - 00 liner, korean, adopted (yeah he actually is), his adopted father is half filipino so he's fluent in tagalog, theater kid (derogatory), his fc is kim sunwoo from the boyz

ahn 'kyrie' kyuhyun - 01 liner, korean, a former actor and fencer (he starred in boys over flowers), the tallest member, also quite literally the perfect man (he's also the token straight of the group), his fc is yoon sanha from astro

yeo 'hwan' jihwan - 01 liner, korean, 3 of 4 introverts in the whole group, he's the one member who can go without talking the whole day, the center of the group despite his shyness, his fc is son dongju from oneus

cho haneul - 01 liner, korean, confirmed man kisser, the most affectionate member of the group, bro can play the guitar (i'm down on my knees), his fc is shin yechan from omega x

matsuda 'kiro' kyoichi - 02 liner, japanese, a former member of a j-pop boy band, his father is so famous in japan i'm not even joking, he has a huge fanbase and is the sunbaenim of everyone in the whole group, his fc is terazono keita from ciipher

kang 'z' yaejoon - 02 liner, korean, the groups comedic genius, the only reason he auditioned was actually because of a bet, he used to play hockey, his fc is jung sungchan from riize

bae 'byeol' yongrae - 02 liner, korean, has been dancing since literally forever, his birthdays on halloween!!, he's a huge fan of kai and he cried when he got to meet him for the first time, his fc is my bae song hyeongjun from cravity

sim 'chrysa' jaehwan - 03 liner, korean, he really likes kyuhyun, seriously he was a huge fan of him before they debuted together, also a comedic genius, his fc is your bae hwang intak from p1harmony

kristian 'jian' li - 04 liner, chinese-american, rich, he's one of the youngest but he's also 6'1, professional coffee hater, and cat lover, his fc is young and rich fall and handsome

aikawa 'taro' kiyoshi - 04 liner, japanese, the maknae, a teddy bear collector, can never be clean like it's impossible for him, his fc is nishimura riki from enhypen

OKAY SO UHHH OTHER THAN THAT, their fandom name is aponia because meliora is a word that means "better" and the word aponia is an "absence of pain" so they FIT TOGETHER!!!

anyway thats the group, there is a lot more bad stuff concerning the personal lives of the members because they're all traumatized in one way or another (so sorry i love my babies i swear) so um whose your bias 🤗???

the way i am the #1 aponia. The original. unless you've told someone else ab them and they've said the same thing so we have to compete (i cant fight so i hope u havent 😓😓 2yrs of martial arts in primary school has done nothing for me bye). I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM?!? Holds them in hands.. puts them in a jar.. shakes them around really hard in the jar.. opens the lid... pours them into my hands.. eats them like orbeez.. dies from food poisoning (u probably cant eat orbeez).....

OK BIASES. hajoon YOHAN and jaehwan YUPP 👍👍👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 oh but junmin too........ i fucking LOVE park jihoon i rewatch whc1 every other week i swear (nothing broke me like that show did . Im in so much pain). i will collect all their pcs and line then up next to my bed and pat their little heads before i go to sleep

IM IN LOVE W THIS AND THEM!!!!!!!!! UR MIND!!!!!!!! CRAZY!!!!!!!!! ur giving me tell-u-things-ab-my-silly-ocs-too itis... Stop it .

#I LVOE U FOR THIS HELLO?!#MUAH

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sanophoria · 4 years ago

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𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠/𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑣 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤

When you simping over male role on ur fav show.

Pair. f!reader

Chara. Sano Manjiro 'Mikey', Ryuguji Ken 'Draken', Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Sanzu Haruchiyo,Hanma Shuji,Kisaki Tetta (?), Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu

Fluff, slight lime (?) i think there maybe something lol

Warn. Just see, and tell me if there any *wink*

A/N. First time write hcs w Kisaki in it man is hot honestly (IMO) but his behavior is just, yk what i meant right. Also you can skip, if u not really into him

ღ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜

Being a Mikey he is, the clingy adorable boyfie in the whole world, his reaction is just cute as always, "Oh my my look at him babe, so handsome" you admired the male role, Mikey pouting and hold your arm "No no your Manjiro here is the most handsome, that male role is just a piece of peanut than Manjiro Sano"

ღ 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑗𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑛

Ken just look at the male role annoyed, he stay quiet the whole show, you took a glance at him "Ken", he just humming as respond, "Honestly Ken you know, my boyfriend Ryuguji Ken is the most handsome than those male role" you said, Ken smirk at you and hold you tight "I know right, ofc u can underestimate my handsome and manly figure". Isn't he too ooc?

ღ 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒

You know he is Baji Keisuke right?, he will burn a car when he's hungry, punch every single person that he meet when he's hungry. And know you simping over male role in front of your sleepy Keisuke, Luckily Kei not burn your TV yea he just don't want to talk to you, at first he wanna punch your TV though "1 peyoung yakisoba, half and half for one person" you said, Kei look at you with a big adorable smile ever.

ღ 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜

Actually this tv show is his favorite show too, but when you start to simping over those male role he get annoyed, he will cuddle with you the whole show while pouting "He's not cool as me, you better simping over me than him".

ღ 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖

This is the first time Taka is jealous of the male role you simping over, how can you not, you even praised the male role dozens of times, of course Taka was annoyed. "If you think there is something less than me, say it tell me i won't be angry " he said with sad tone, you who feel guilty hug Taka tightly and stroke his back "Ohh Taka i'm sorry, i didn't meant to make you feel like this", he smiled and pat your back. Taka-chan ur madly perfect bby.

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑅𝑎𝑛

He will get annoyed easily when you praise other men in front of him, he will start to praise himself like "I always spoiling you, and he? What can he do to you?" Or "Huh can he leave a watermark on your whole body?, ofc not coz he's weak".

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢

Rindou doesn't want to admited thay he jelly over the male role that his baby simping over, Rin-rin became a tsundere as usual, on the outside he may looked normal, but deep down he was annoyed with that men, "He can't even break his opponent's bone" . Ran gimme ur brother

ღ 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑦𝑜

Same as Ran, Sanzu get annoyed easily, he will start boasting of his katana skills, "Look at that weak ass man he can't even use katana to protect you", if you still praising the male role he will gave you alot of watermark on your whole body. Takeomi, take ur brother to horny jail

ღ 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎 𝑆ℎ𝑢𝑗𝑖

Shuji is not the type of person who when jealous will pour out with words, he is the type who when jealous will immediately show it with action, he will pinning you down and kiss you, whisper on your left ear "He can't even help you now, a little bunny in the wolf's cage".

ღ 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎

Same as Shuji, Kisaki don't give a fuck he will pinning you down, or maybe bring you to your shared bedroom, and kiss you or he can do it too if he get annoyed so much. So get ready ma'm.

ღ 𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒

Koko doesn't really mind it, he even buys you a ticket for the meet and greet of your favorite male role, but before you go to the meet and greet, Koko will put a watermark all over your neck and tell you to wear a v-neck shirt so people will know that you're the only his. there is a copyright also. Ofc sir i'm yours only yours

ღ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖 𝑆𝑒𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑢

He cupped your cheek with his gentle habd, caress it and look at your eyes intense, ge just same like Taka welcome to the gentlemen cult. He will politely ask you if there something wrong with him that make you look at another man, and you say it's nothing after all Seishu is the best gentle boyfriend ever, he smiled and kiss your forehead, and after that you and Seishu cuddle the whole show.

©𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years ago

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You are welcome to delete this prompt if you do not understand the prompt but a fluffy Friday where you have a face time date with Matt Casey in your car when you get off your shift at Chicago Med while he is in Oregon watching the Darden boys

this is soft also I didn’t see the ‘in the car’ part until after I wrote this oops! hope this is okay! // category: long distance dating

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The phone buzzed as you stepped out the car and when you pulled it from your pocket, your boyfriend’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hey handsome,” you smile as you answer, you can see the slight red hue on his face. “Hi sweetheart, how was work?” Matt asks you as you walk through the front door, locking it.

“Fine, the usual. Kelly and Joe brought in a patient today.” you prop the phone on the bathroom counter, undoing your hair.

Matt set his phone on the kitchen counter. “They brought in the patient ? Where was ambo?”

“On a call. The patient was Mouch.” you laughed at the memory. Matt stops what he was doing and his full attention is on you. “What the hell did they do now?”

“Made some sort of new tool and somehow convinced poor Mouch to be the test subject.” You said through giggles, “shoulda seen Mouch’s face when Trudy got there. She gave him the longest lecture in the history of lectures.”

Matt laughed, nodding. "Somehow that makes sense for them.” He sighs, “I miss you so much, all of you but especially you.” he smiles at you, watching as you button up his flannel half way.

“Hm, I miss you too baby. How are the boys?” you ask, picking up the phone and walking to the kitchen.

“Good, they’re doing their homework in their rooms, I think.” he chuckles, shifting from the kitchen to the couch where he props the phone up on the arm rest. “What’s for dinner?”

“Thai from this new place by Molly’s, it's pretty good.”

“I thought you hated Thai ?”

“Kelly forced me to go with him and Stella after you left so,” you shrug, opening the takeout container. “How about you?”

“Tried to figure out your lasagna recipe. Not as good as yours but it’ll do.”

“When you come home, I’ll make it for you.”

“Or you could come visit.” Matt suggests, smiling. You hum, “maybe I will.”

#matt casey #matt casey x reader #fluffy fridays

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #979: Bachelorette's Wedding Dress (Sonic)

6:46 p.m. at Emerald Bridal Shop.....

Amy: (Gasps Loudly While her Eyes Begins to Sparkle at What is in Front 9f her and Rouge) Oh my gosh!~

Rouge: (Starts Smirking in a Very Impressed Manner) Me-ow~

Vanilla: So.....What do you ladies think?

Amy: (Almost at a Loss For Words) G-G....Gorgeous.....

Rouge: (Takes Out a Small Mirror From her Purse and Gives it to Vanilla) Take a look for yourself, Mrs. Crocodile~

Vanilla uses the small mirror Rouge gave her to examine the wedding dress she is currently wearing. It wasn't too long for the soon-to-be bride gasps loudly at how bright and absolutely stunning the white, long sleeved dress in question, looks on her. It might not be the most elegant dress to some, but for Vanilla, it is a dress that is destined to be worn by her the moment she first sets her eyes on it.

Vanilla: My goodness.....(Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Sight of the Reflection of Herself) I DO look gorgeous in this dress!~

Amy: Told you!~ It fits you so perfectly and everything. Looking like a princess in a ball!~

Rouge: Screw princess. She looks like a goddamn queen.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Oho girls~ You're making me blush already~ Are you certain Vector will like this too?

Rouge: Honey, the man has already fallen for your charm and looks for two and a half years now. I'm pretty sure wearing that dress will blow his mind away in a matter of seconds.

Amy: Rouge's right, Mrs. Rabbit. Or....rather Mrs. Crocodile. (Grabs her Chin) You know, now that I mention it, is your last name going to be Crocodile for now or will it still be Rabbit?

Vanilla: Crocodile. Though, there IS a part of me thay kinda sort of wants it to be Crocinstein.

Amy/Rouge: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Crocinstein?

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) My sweetheart's stage name growing up. He was an up and coming DJ star in his teenage years.

Rouge: Vector as a DJ......I can somewhat believe that.

Amy: (Starts Snickering) Yeah, but DJ Crocinstein though? It sounds so lame and cheesy~

Vanilla: (Immediately Pouts a Amy) Hey! It is a very lovely DJ name!

Rouge: (Snickers as Well) Yeah. For a nerd~

Amy: (Giggles Softly)

Vanilla: Yeah? (Crosses her Arms While Playfully Looking Away) Well, this bride is going to marry that wonderful, handsome nerd as we speak. In fact, I happen to be one myself in my youth.

Amy: Wait really? I figured you were in the popular crowd. (Places her Habds on her Hips While Pouting) And what is this I hear about you being in a bicker gang once?

Vanilla: (Gives Amy a Bit of a Cocky Smirk on her Face While Flipping her one of her Ears) There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Amy. ('Sigh') But still, are you girls sure you want to pay for the dress for me? It cost an awful lot.

Rouge: (Smiles Softly at the Bride to Be) Hey, you guys are already paying a lot for the wedding. So let us worry about dress while you worry about staying pretty for your future hubby.

Amy: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Rouge: Ooh...Speaking of which....(Makes her Way to the Store Window Watching Four Familiar Faces Walking Outside the Store and a Certain Blue Hedgehog Holding onto One of Them) Is that our boys out there soak and wet?

Vanilla/Amy: (Gasps as They Rushes Towards the Window) MY BABY!?

Meanwhile Outside.......

Knuckles: (Sighs While Walking With Among the Boys) Well, that could've gone better......

Vector: (Sighs While Squeezing the Warer Out of his Hat) Tell me about it....And I was really hoping I could catch that golden bass too....

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow at Vector in Curiosity) Golden Bass?

Vector: My dad caught two of them when I was kid. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Soooo....Once I heard there's only one located in the lake, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to catch it on my own. (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Guess that didn't work out.....

Omega: Do not feel discouraged, Vector the Crocodile. (Smiles Reassuringly) I am certain you will have many more chances of catching it one day-

???: Wow, Froggy!

The Gang (sans for Sonic who is still shaking) turns to see Big and Froggy walking by with a golden bass in his Hands.

Big: I can't believe we managed to catch a rare golden bass without a fishing hook! Do you think it'll be taste to eat?

Froggy: Ribbit.

Vector: (Watches the Duo Walk Away With his Mouth Widened and One of his Etes Twitching in Shock).................

Omega: ...........Well........That's unfortunate.

Vector: ('Sighs Heavily') I love you, dad, but....(Angrily Throws his Hat at the Floor) This is the last time we're going fishing!

Everyone: Agreed.

?????: (From a Bit of a Distance) Vector-Kins!!~

Vector: (Turns to See His Future Wife and the Rest of the Girls Making Their Way Towards Them) Oh hey dear. Were you ladies find anything you were looking for this evening?

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. (Gently Grab Both of Vector's Hands) What happened to you boys?

Rouge: Yeah, did your fishing didn't go too well or something?

Vector: It did at first....(Starts Rolling his Eyes Whe Grumbling) Till a certain big cat had to jump in and ruin it to find his dumb frog....

Vanilla: Oh! You mean Big? How has he been as of late?

Vector: Peachy. He has a job now. So....there's that.

Vanilla: How wonderful~

Amy: (Watches Omega Gently Gets Sonic Off his Head) Okay, Omega, just....lower him down for me. Slower.....slower....slower....

Omega: (Slowly Places Sonic into the Ground) The boyfriend has successfully landed into the grounded area.

Amy: (Smiles Reliefly at the Robot) That's great, Omega, thank you.

Sonic: (Gives Omega a Thumbs up While Shivering a Little) Y-Yeah, man. You're a live saver.

Amy: (Turns to Sonic With Worry in her Eyes) Oh my poor sweetie~ (Takes Off her Jacket and Place it Onto Sonic's Shoulders) Are you gonna be okay?

Sonic: (Sighs Heavily While Rubbing his Hands Up and Down on his Arms) Yeah.....I'll live. Just came out if a near death experience is all.....It was terrifying....

Amy: I know it was, but you have nothing to worry about now that I'm here. (Kiss Sonic on the Cheek)

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing a Little) Right. (Places his Head Onto Amy's Shoulder) Thanks, Ames.

Amy: (Happily Hugs Somic Beside Her)

Rouge: As lovely as this is, I think it's time we headed on outta here before you all catch yourselves a cold.

Vector: Already? We were about to head to the pizza place and eat.

Vanilla: We can have one of us go there and place an order.

Omega: (Immediately Raises his Hand) I vote for myself to go! (Uses Jet Boost to Make his Way to the Pizza Place)

Rouge: Wait, Omega! You forgot the- (Sighs and Facepalms Herself as She Sees Omega Boosting Off) Money. Guess I'll go with him then. (Waves at the Rest of the Gang While Catching up to Omega) See you guys back at your place!

Vanilla: (Waves Back at Rouge) 'Kay! (Turns Back to Everyone Else) Let's head home everyone. (Starts Walking Back Home While Ressting her Head Onto Vector's Shoulders) I'm sorry your fishing trip ended on a sour note.

Vector: (Shrugs) Eh. It's not big deal. (Smirks at his Girlfriend Next to Him) 'Least I get to spend the rest of the day with the prettiest bride in the globes~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly as She Nuzzles onto Vector's Shoulders) Aww~ You missed me that much, sweetie pie?~

Vector: You know it. What kind of husband I'm gonna be if I didn't? Speaking of which.....

Vanilla: I'd it's about the dress, you have to until the wedding to see me in it.

Vector: (Playfully Disappointed) Awww....Do I have to wait until then?

Vanilla: (Simply Nodded) That's right. You know it's bad luck to see your fiance in one beforehand, right?

Vector: Yeah, but-

Vanilla: Vector....Be patient.

Sonic: (Starts Snickering at the Crocodile With Amy Containing her Giggling) I'd listen to her if I were you, Vector-Kins.

Knuckles: He's right. (Starts Smirking) You're days of being a married man are numbered.

Shadow: (Nodded in Agreement With a Small Smirk on his Face) Hmph.

Vector: ('Heh') I ain't complaining. Already can't wait. (Gives Vanilla a Kiss on the Head) You owe me a nightly cuddle session.

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly) You'll get your cuddles after you dry yourself off. (Kiss Vector on the Cheek) Okay?

Vector: Yes, dear.

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#sonic series #vanilla the rabbit #amy rose #rouge the bat #vector the crocodile #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #e 123 omega #big the cat #froggy #takes place after the boys went fishing #humor #cute romance #lots and lots of fluff here #vanilla x vector #sonamy #vector and vanilla wedding adventures

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days-of-storm · 4 years ago

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HAHAHAHAH baby Perth

(for the love of god could makeup artists please find a shade that fits his skin tone please and thank you?!)

#He had just started learning Thai and is already giving interviews at that point #The fact that a 21 year old would be called a bachelor cracks me up though #he didn't even have his BA yet #He came a long way from I'm half Thai half handsome baby #perth nakhun #thank you youtube algorithm #multilingual cinnamon roll

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ivy-pendragon · 3 years ago

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Thoughts about the new Cobra Kai S4 trailer

- First of all, it was awesome.

- I'm a little bit dissapointed that Tory barely appeared and I don't know if I'm the only one who has the feeling that she looks really sad? I don't know, it's almost like Robby's face in some moments; like she is really distress but so angry at the same time. If this is about her mum I hope the show at least explains it.

- Hawk barely appeared and even if I don't care (I can't stand him, I'm sorry) I would have liked to see more of him. But the truth is Hawk was a main one in season two and three so maybe it's time to step up a bit and leave others characters shine. I mean, he already has a lot of drama involving him after leaving cobra kai, so it's not like he won't appear or anything like that.

-Miguel looks awesome with longer hair and I'm so happy to see he is (apparently) fully recovered. That trick he did at the end of the trailer was amazing!! On the other hand, I feel like he is going to react well to Johnny and Carmen dating. About Robby being his stepbrother...that's another topic.

- Sam looks ready to embrace the dark side of cobra kai and I LOVE IT. I'm really intrigued about the weapons she was using in the end, but I really doubt they will allow kids to use them. They are probably trying to trick us; make us think that the big thing they are planning is the introduction of weapons, when it will probably will be a match between senseis.

- JUMPING FROM A ROOF IT'S DANGEROUS EVEN FOR COBRA KAI UNIVERSE WHAT THE HELL.

- Daniel looked so terrified of Silver, someone wrap my baby in a lot of blankets and love.

- I love Kenny already. I don't care what anyone says, I will defend him.

- I'm curious about Kyler's role this season? I mean, he is in the damn poster, he obviusly will be important. (PLEASE KEEP HIM AWAY FROM TORY)

- Robby, my beloved, I love you. I'm hurt about the betrayal? Yes. Do i love it? Of course I do. Everyone saying Demitri is smart, well he is not the only one!! He went on fully sensei mode and he is awesome, so any hate will have my annoying ass being angry. Anyways, I loved that line he said to Daniel, it showed clearly that what he went through in juvie did in fact change him. He fought with mijagi do, it didn't work out. He fought with cobra kai moves and he finally got some peace in there. It's not about the correct method, but the one who works. You go babe!!

- Dimitri, baby. What is Johnny doing to you? He is the only one with more than half of a brain cell in there and they have the AUDACITY to shut him up like that.

- I don't stand Carmen and Johnny at all. Not because of Carmen, she is AWESOME, but because of Johnny. I mean, you have your son living who knows where with two, NOT ONE, TWO dangerous man and you are there living your best life with your new family...I'm sorry, but that's not fair. Johnny deserves love and a good person like Carmen in his life, but a good parent would ALWAYS put his kid first and Johnny is not doing that. On the contrary, if Robby ever needs Johnny, he would never go back to him knowing Carmen and Miguel are there. My big question is, why is Johnny crying about a second chance when he is the one putting the wall between them every single time?

- The LawRusso moments...god I love them. And they are working so hard together, are they confirming a fight between senseis in the final?

- Miguel and Robby are so handsome I NEEDED TO SAY IT AGAIN.

- Robby looks hella handsome with that suit, he really has my heart in his hands. Tory looks stunning even though her dress is like...pretty but weird? I don't know, but she still looks like a queen. I hope Robby can make her smile this season, I don't want to see her so sad like that.

- PLEASE CAN WE NOTTT HAVE A PROM FIGHT? CAN THAY HAVE A SINGLE NIGHT OF HAPPINESS? THANK YOU.

- I'm offended by the lack of Amanda LaRusso moments.

- TERRY SILVER YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM ROBBY. With the force he kicked him (a sixteen year old boy, way more smaller and fragile than him) and looking at him like he was a pray...I don't like it. Please stop it. Go play with Kreese, he is your age. Don't bother the baby.

- This season is going to be intense.

- Will Robby and Tory go back to school? I hope so.

- I love the way all the methods are being mixed. It's not about cobra kai and mijagi only anymore, and I feel this is the moment where the show will really shine.

- What about Anthony?

- God Robby was so handsome in every single scene someone help me.

- I want to see soooo badly the effects mijagi do methods will have on Tory. What she needs the most, like Hawk, is more focus and balance. If she learns how to control her anger she will be unstoppable.

- Robby and Sam will be the final match. Mark my words. With Robby's full presence on the trailer and Sam's moments in the teasers, they will clearly do something big.

- Can someone hug Daniel? Thank you.

- Can someone punch Johnny? Also thank you.

#robby keene #cobra kai #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #amanda larusso #sam larusso #miguel diaz #carmen diaz #terry silver #john kreese #help #what a day #tory nichols #i hope robby doens't get hate for betaying mijagi do #i'm sorry but it was necesarry #i want to know more about his living situation #and his emotions #because come on #his life is a mess right now

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lilchibi-chan · 4 years ago

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Part 1

Part 2

Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt. 3

After you got in from your brunch date, you washed your face of the little makeup you had on and change out of your outside clothes and into an oversized tee. You put on some tv and ended up falling asleep.

When you finally wake up, it’s 6:30.

“Wow, it didn’t even feel like I slept that long,” you say to yourself

Last night, you barely slept, so you knew that sleeping tonight would probably be an issue because of how long you slept this afternoon.

You decide to get up and take a shower, switching between hot and cold to wake yourself up and then leaving it on warm to finish. Once you get out, you put on some lotion and perfume.

You head to your bedroom, wrapped in your robe, to pick out some cute lounge wear since Hawks was coming over.

You take out a nude bra and leggings set and then a black bra and leggings set (think skims inspired) and hold them up in front of your mirror.

“Mochi, what do you think?”

Mochi is your white Akita that you adopted after you got out of school. You had some left over money after you had paid everything for the month and you always wanted a dog since you left home and it made your time away less lonely.

Mochi is well behaved and loves to cuddle and is only temperamental when he feels there is something off.

He walks over to you and boops the nude set.

“I think so too buddy,” you say agreeing and put on the loungewear.

You also grab a chunky cardigan to wear over it.

You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30.

You were starting to get a bit nervous because it had been a while since you had a man at your apartment and even though you knew Hawks would never do anything to take advantage of you based on his behavior thus far, you were still a bit anxious.

Time passes by and at 8 on the dot, you hear your door bell. You look at your phone to see Hawks standing outside with flowers and take out.

“Coming,” you say excitedly and you go to answer the door

You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Wow baby bird, you look stunning,” he says, almost breathless

“Thank you,” you say shyly

“Do you need any help with those,” you say moving aside to let him into your apartment

“No, I got it,” he says setting the food on the kitchen counter

He turns to face you, flowers in hand.

“These are for you, humming bird,” he says handing them to you

“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” you say and then hug him

“They don’t have anything on you,” he says taking your hands in his and kissing them

You blush

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you say sarcastically

“Believe it or not kid, I don’t go on that many dates. I’ve had flings and relationships that didn’t mean anything, but you’re different. I can actually let my walls down with you. Your energy is very calming and I can’t help but be relaxed around you,” he says honestly

You stand there, not knowing how to respond

“Oh god, w-was that too much. I’m sorry I-”

“No, you’re fine,” you say cutting him off,“it’s just, I’ve never heard anyone be so honest about how they feel so confidently.”

“Well, in my line of work, honesty is the best policy,” he says with a cheeky smile

“You’re so corny,” you say laughing

“You just bring it out of me,kid”

You sit down on one of your bar stools at the island in the kitchen and Hawks is on the other side, taking out all the food.

“It’s Thai. I hope that’s okay,” he says worried

“It’s fine, I love Thai food,” you say smiling, which eases his nerves

“Good..I’m glad, I was unsure of what to get on the way over here,” he says honestly

Just then, Mochi comes out from your room and makes a b-line for Hawks. Once there, Mochi starts sniffing him, making sure he’s not sus.

“Mochi,” you say,“c’mere boy. Sorry, he usually doesn’t just run up on people like that.”

“No it’s okay. He’s fine,” Hawks says,“I’m sure he was just checking on his mom and wondering who this weird guy is in his home.”

Mochi continues to sniff around Hawks and then he sits right next to and nudges Hawks’ hand with his nose.

“What’s up, buddy? You want some head pats,” he says in a baby/puppy voice

Mochi head tilts in response and places his head under Hawks’ hand.

Hawks pets Mochi’s head and ruffles the fur around his face.

You take a picture on your phone causing both Mochi and Hawks to snap their direction towards you.

You burst out laughing.

“You guys look,so cute,” you say with a smile

“Sorry kid, but I’ll have you know, I am devilishly handsome, not cute,” Hawks says

“Mmm I still think you’re very cute,” you say egging him on

He walks around to your side of the island and turns you around in the bar stool, so that you’re facing him.

He stands in between your legs and puts his arms on either side of you, resting his hands on the counter. He lowers himself down to speak into your ear.

In a low voice he says,“Baby I promise you, I am anything but cute.”

He moves his attention back to your face, smirks and walks back to side of the island he was originally on.

“Let’s eat, honey,” he says and starts dishing out some of the food he brought over

“O-okay,” you say flustered

You do your best to bring yourself back to earth, but now you find yourself stealing glances of Hawks, wondering what came over him, what came over YOU, what else hasn’t he shown you yet. You became more intrigued by the mysterious man that you are having dinner with.

For the rest of the night, you both spend it drinking and enjoying each other’s company.

By the end of the night, you both finish a bottle and a half of wine and you feel yourself grow tired due to the alcohol taking over your body.

“Hawks,” you say slurring the s and slightly loud, causing him to direct his attention towards you

“Yes, baby bird,” he says massaging your temples, as your head lay on his shoulder

“Why me? You’re handsome and rich and seem well traveled, but I’m just a regular girl. Why choose me to go on a date with,” you say quite timid

“Because baby bird, as you so put it, you are a regular girl. You’re nothing like women that I’ve been involved with, so to speak. You’re kind, caring, smart, funny, good with animals and last, but certainly not least, you’re beautiful. Inside and out,” he says honestly

“Hawks, you barely know me,” you say directly

“Yes, but I’ve observed you long enough to know what kind of person you are,” he says

You look at him with a shocked expression.

“Woah, not like that,” he says frantically,“just while you work, how you treated people. I learned you were someone worth having in my life and that night when I saw that guy harassing you, I just wanted to protect you. It was like this instinct kicked in and I just had to help. I couldn’t bare the thought of what would’ve happened had I or anybody for that matter, not have done something to help.”

You sit there stunned by his words. Next, you do the unthinkable, well for you.

You grab Hawks by his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Things start to get heated and Hawks stops you.

“Baby bird, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, if and when we get to this point of our relationship, I want it to be special for us. I don’t want to treat you like a fling and…I have an early work day tomorrow, so sadly, I have to go” he says

“Let me walk you out then,” you say, walking Hawks to your apartment door

You both make it to the door, when you suddenly stop him from opening it.

“Wait,” you say, then stand on your toes and kiss him on the lips, wishing him a good night

“Night baby bird,” he says, the closes your door

“C’mon Mochi, let’s go to bed papas,” you say as you walk to your room, stretching from sitting on the couch for so long

You lay on your bed, then turn on your side and fall fast asleep.

Art by 10shiko

I hope y’all enjoyed today’s chapter!! Sorry it’s sooooo late!! I will be better about getting things out faster or at least try to be as some times my day doesn’t go according to how I want it to, but I will work hard for y’all!!

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hotchseyebrows · 4 years ago

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thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans.

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs.

“Explain, baby girl.”

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down.

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct.

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles.

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him.

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer.

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her.

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns.

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little.

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate.

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different.

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say.

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?"

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?"

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas."

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders.

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat.

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck.

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss. "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway.

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile.

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.)

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

#morcia #derek morgan #penelope garcia #cm #cj.txt #cjs fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

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cixthotshit · 4 years ago

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Gon Gonie

Pairing: Lee Byounggon/BX x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, just a drop of Angst, College/University AU, Friends to Lover (established)

Summary: Getting BX to see that she had a crush on him was a lot more work than Piti had thought it would be

Word count: 4.3k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With A Sprinkling of Plot, Kissing, Nipple Play, MtF Vaginal Sex

Author’s Note: This is a sister fic to an NCT fic of mine at my NCT fic blog. You don't have to read the original fic to get into this one, don't worry! You can read this as a stand alone one shot fic. But if you're here cuz you read my Yuta fic first, OK, I didn't plan to write this, but I couldn't help myself. I love BX and I had a lot of fun writing this! Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, I try my best when proofreading but things always slip through. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

Piti tucked a little of her yellow tshirt under her left boob, the underside of her breasts were sweaty. She bent down under her desk to check the connection of her computer and webcam before reaching behind her to pull her cotton pink shorts down. It was riding up her left butt cheek. Her fuzzy pink slippers made her toes sweaty, so she kicked them off, letting them roll over toward her wooden coffee table.

“I mean, I think I did it right,” she said, glancing behind her to see BX adjusting the lighting to the lamp she’d purchased 2 weeks previously. “If I can’t stream tonight, I’ll just tell Willa that I wasn’t meant to be a CamGirl. It sounds like such easy money.”

“You already have a big following on Insta,” he replied. “I thought you had sponsorships.”

“They don’t always pay,” she said, sitting on her desk chair. “Thanks for trying to help. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“No problem,” he said, his eyes fixed on the lighting in her living room. “At least you’re nice to me.”

“Suchin’s mean to you too?” Piti asked, laughing. BX had always received fairer treatment from Piti’s elder sister, but BX was much kinder to Suchin than Piti ever was. It was unfair for Suchin to be mean to BX.

“She’s been mean to everyone,” he answered. He sighed, pulling his phone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans. His eyes were glued to the screen as he sat down onto her baby blue couch. “She says that she’s stressed. I’m stressed too, you know?”

“What’s up?” Piti asked, walking away from her desk, which was set up beside the door to her balcony. She walked to the couch that sat beside her desk.

Sitting down next to BX, Piti took his left hand into her hands. There was a Bandaid wrapped around the top knuckle of his middle finger. She grinned, remembering when they’d FaceTimed in the morning. He’d cut his finger while cutting up an apple. For as long as she’d known him, he was prone to accidents.

They met when she transferred to a new university the previous year. He had always been her older sister’s friend, but she got along well enough with him that she could text or call him to ask about tech issues she had. Pressing her lips together to moisten the corners of her bottom lip, Piti had to admit that he’d become more than just her go-to tech person in the recent months.

Since starting his Film Studies, BX had come into contact with Piti more. He was filming partners with her sister. She was often trying to get Suchin’s attention, mostly asking her for help. Suchin had been busy directing and interviewing subjects for her documentary, so BX had become more reliable. He’d been the one to talk her through clearing out the clogged sink in her kitchen while he cleaned up the flesh wound on his middle finger.

His head rested against the back of the couch with his fingers half hidden behind the loose sleeves of his oversized grey sweater. His eyes remained glued onto his phone when she ran the tips of her fingers against his palm. Piti swallowed air as her eyes remained fixed on BX’s tongue licking his lips. The red of his lips reminded her of the Thai chili peppers she’d put into the curry she made for dinner. Her tongue burned with a sharp heat, remembering how hot the curry had been.

“I know our professor sucks,” he spoke up, his damp lips glistening under the lamp light. She released his hand, realizing he didn’t care what she was doing to his hand. The shaggy fabric of her periwinkle throw pillow cushioned her lower back as she rested her back against the couch. “I don’t know if film school is working out. Maybe I should have gone for medical studies. Do something in social sciences.”

“You’re still young,” she said, grabbing his hand again, giving it a squeeze.

His tone had sounded tired, more like he was thinking out loud instead of having an actual conversation with a human being, a very cute one too. Piti would remember never to give Film Studies a try if she wanted to keep her stress levels low. She bounced in her seat when he squeezed her hand back. Their eyes locked, and she gave him a half grin.

“You can change your career path whenever you want. Why do you think I want to give OnlyFans a try? I don’t know how long I’ll be this cute with such pretty tits.”

He gave a dry chuckle, his eyes returning to the illuminating light of his phone. His mouth was frozen into a handsome grin. Piti ran her free hand through her hair to stop herself from reaching out to touch the dimple on his cheek. She shifted herself to brush her chest against his arm, her heartbeat thumping rapidly up her back.

“Thanks for helping me,” she said, shifting her eyes to peer toward him. His eyes were lidded as he seemed to be reading something on his phone. “You help me out so much.”

“Come on,” he said before giving a scoff, tutting his tongue against the back of his teeth. His grin widened as his eyes returned to meet hers. “Of course. Any time.”

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked. She squeezed his hand again. “I’m sorry you’re stressed.”

“Thanks for listening to me complain,” he said, setting his phone down on the armchair.

“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes, pressing herself closer to him, “that’s hardly anything. Um, BX?” She squeezed his hand again. His face seemed to be coming in closer. The scent of Coke was infiltrating her nose as the warmth of his breath tingled her lips. “Do you think I’m cute?”

His lips touched hers, and she shut her eyes. Her entire face flared up in prickling heat. Her mind could only form curse words together as they flashed behind her eyelids in bold red letters. An overwhelming pressure built up in her chest, making her sinuses tingle uncomfortably.

He wrapped her into his arms, his hold warming her up. She broke their kiss, placing her hands onto his shoulders as she gave out a sob. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Piti?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Am I a bad kisser?”

“No, silly,” she replied, snorting a sob when she inhaled a breath. She shut her eyes as BX gave out a belly laugh. She groaned as she threw her face into his chest, fisting her hands into his sweater. “I like you so much, BX.”

Her voice was muffled, but she was completely embarrassed, unable to look up. She’d never liked anyone as much as she liked BX. When she’d realized that she liked him she did her usual flirting tactics. She put in extra effort into her looks when she met with him, such as when she called him to ask for assistance to set up her new webcam. It never failed to get her hookups’ attention whenever she was looking her most desirable.

Her yellow top was old, so the fabric was loose and slightly transparent. The hole at the hem near the left side of her hip was supposed to be tantalizing, she certainly always ran her fingers to play with the fabric there. The soft yellow and pink together made Piti feel like she was a colorful candy, ready to be unwrapped. But he seemed immune, uninterested.

“And it makes you sad?” BX said, his tone going low. His hold on her loosened.

She looked up at him, and the nerves in her jaw lit up, sending a warm sensation down the front of her throat. His gaze was soft, his lips barely parted. Tilting her head up, she gave a sniffle before kissing him. She shut her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows as she opened her mouth to capture his luscious bottom lip between hers. His tongue licked her lips, making her insides squirm like fish caught in a net.

“I like you,” she said again, pulling away from his kiss, the inside of her ears burning up. She’d never wanted to be the first person to admit to having feelings or attraction, but she knew there was more to her attraction to him than physical attraction. “I’ve been putting on my cutest clothes. I always make sure my hair is all bouncy and curly. And like, you never look at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his dimple deepened as he smiled widely, touching his forehead to hers. “My mind’s been focused on the doc.” He paused. She shut her eyes as the warmth of his hand cupping her cheek sent a shiver down her back. “Holy shit, Piti. You like me?”

She opened her eyes and felt goosebumps form along her arms. His gaze was soft, and his eyes slowly drifted down her neck to her body. When his eyes met hers again she nodded gently.

“I’ve never wanted like, a boyfriend,” she confessed, her cheeks hot and her nipples hardened as heat surged down to her stomach, “but I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been going to bed thinking about you. And like, when you finally kissed me, like, I’m so embarrassed. I want you to like me back so much.”

“How can I not like you?” he asked. His thumb caressed her cheek, making her body warm up. He gave her a chaste kiss. “You’re always feeding me those rice balls with tuna. You thank me for the smallest things. We made that study playlist together and we split the songs up evenly. You’re the sweetest person I know.``

His hand touched her hip, massaging her before sliding it down to touch her thigh. She shook as his fingertips touched the bare skin of her inner thigh. His touch made her nerves light up in erratic flames, his fingers soft like silk. Her shaggy throw pillow was making her butt sweaty, but she didn’t want to break the mood by reaching behind her to toss a purple pillow aside. Every word out of his lips made her insides warm.

“You’ve got the most beautiful body, the softest skin, kissable lips.”

“Keep going,” she whispered, pressing herself closer to him.

“It’s brave that you live on your own,” he said, “and you’re never afraid to ask for help, either.” She pecked his lips. She’d wondered for weeks what he thought of her. Hearing him speak of her in nothing but positives filled her whole body with a comforting warmth. “Your confidence makes you hot, and lovely.”

“You’re like, the perfect guy,” she said, raking her fingers through his hair. His cheeks flushed and she planted wet kisses onto his cheek and neck. He laughed, his hands pulling her into his lap. “I’m serious, BX. You’re so patient, and like, you’re so caring to me. And you’re a beautiful man.” He groaned, shutting his eyes. She planted a kiss onto his left eyelid. “Your eyes are so pretty when you smile.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Your nose is cute.” She kissed his cheek. “Your skin is so much clearer than mine.” He chuckled. “Your lips are perfect.”

He kissed her, his tongue pushing against her lips. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against his. He groaned into her mouth, and she gripped onto his shoulders tightly as she felt a hand grope the inside of her thigh. He tasted like sugar and salt, the familiar blend of Coke and McDonalds fries filling up her senses.

“Fuck, you’re so bold,” she breathed out when she broke their kiss, the mixture of their saliva leaving a wet trail down her chin. She moaned, looking down at BX’s hand push up against her groin. His thumb pressed against the hood of her clit, and her hand shot down to grip onto his wrist. “Byounggon -”

“Gon, call me Gon,” he demanded, pushing his hand up and down against her slit. Red heat blinded her.

“Gon,” she said with a loud exhale. Blinking, she threw her fingers up to cover her smile as his cheeks flushed again, his head bowing down. His thumb drew circles against her, sending waves of heat deep inside, making her buck her hips. “Gon, oh my God!”

She gasped and bucked her hips again. His fingers slipped under her shorts, and she felt a hot flash of pride wash over her body. He’d grinned as he glanced up at her, feeling that she hadn’t worn any panties. Two of his fingers slid against her folds, applying pressure as they dragged upwards, making goosebumps form along her back and up her arms. Her grip on his wrist tightened as she looked up at him, his gaze drifting up to look her in the eyes.

“How do you worship your God?” he asked, his smile widening as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Calling me out already, that’s cute.”

“Gon,” she said, her cheeks hot. “Are you teasing me?”

“You don’t like it?” he asked. His hand slid away from her core, making her insides shake.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her grip on his wrist tightening again as she pressed her fingers against his hand.

“Hey, there’s a special word that you didn’t use,” he said, his smile disappearing.

“Gon?”

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his tongue warming her lips once more. His hand slipped away from her hold, moving to caress her hip. Throwing her hands up to his chest, she pushed him off as she opened her eyes.

“‘Please,’ is the special word,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes barely open. “I know you can be a brat, Piti, but I don’t tolerate brattiness well, not when my dick is involved.”

She gave a shy chuckle, biting her bottom lip when his eyes drifted down her body. His finger pinched the fabric of her top near her left breast, and tugged down. Piti felt the folded fabric slip away from the underside of her boob, and she smiled, feeling her cheeks flush.

“That’s been bugging me,” he said, his hand sliding under her shirt. She pressed closer to him as his hand warmed her up, making her body shiver with his touch. “Your tits are distracting.”

“I know they’re cute.”

“Let’s see how cute,” he replied, grinning. His fingers grasped onto the front hem of her shirt and pulled it up. He groped her left breast, his fingers pinching her nipple. Her core flared with a deep heat, and she squeezed her thighs together. “If you become a CamGirl, you better charge top dollar. Your tits...your breasts...titties of a Goddess.”

“You’re such a cornball,” she said with a chuckle, scrunching up her face as she shut her eyes. He gave a gentle, low guffaw. A wet, slick sensation pushed up against her right nipple, and her gut felt a hot pressure release heat into her body as a sharp pinch hit her nipple.

She opened her eyes and raked her fingers through BX’s hair, watching him lick and suck on her breasts. As his mouth moved to her right breast, he fondled her left with his hand. She moaned out his name, pulling him closer against her. His body felt so good against hers, she wanted to melt into him.

“Want to fuck?” she asked, cupping his face into her hands. She pulled him up to look at her face, forcing his tongue away from her hardened nipple. “Please, Gon?”

He gave a gentle chuckle as he tilted his head down to plant a kiss onto the side of her neck. She shut her eyes, savoring the deep, calming heat his lips gave to her body every time he kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair again. A low groan reverberated into the center of her chest as he kissed her there.

“Should we take things into the bedroom?” he said softly, making her face flush as he sat up straight. He pulled her body up against his. He touched her chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling her face close to his.

“Yes, please,” she answered, nodding before he gave her a gentle kiss. Her body lit up, and she pulled forward, deepening their kiss.

He broke the kiss, and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he cupped her face with one hand.

“You’re cute when you say please.”

She took a deep inhale of breath as her hand reached to touch his groin. He groaned, and then tilted his head down to kiss her. They groaned into each other’s mouths as she applied pressure onto his cock, rubbing up and down his growing erection. One of his hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it and flicking her engorged nipple.

Pushing him away, she stood up as she took her top off. She slipped her shorts off and tilted her head to her left before turning away from BX to walk to her room. She bit her bottom lip as she heard him get off her couch, the sounds of his belt buckle unfastening ringing loudly in the quiet apartment. She giggled, trotting to her room as she heard the heavy steps of BX’s behind her.

“Really?” he said with a huff. “You’re going to make me chase you?”

“You’re so stressed you didn’t even see me showing my ass off to you,” she called out behind her as she jumped into her bed, the springs to her mattress squeaking as she reached to her night stand to turn the lamp on.

“I’m sorry,” he said, walking into her room with his sweater in his hands. He stopped at the foot of her bed, tossing his sweater to the floor. Her cheeks flushed and she felt adrenaline rush up her body as BX looked at her on the bed. “You’re beautiful.”

“And you’re hot,” she replied, standing on her knees, reaching over to grab his hands. “Come on, Gon. Please? I’ve been so horny for you.” “You’re horny for me?”

He gave a guffaw as she laid down onto the bed, letting him go. She shut her eyes and sighed loudly, resting the back of her curled fingers against her temples. She’d never had a partner stop to make jokes as she was naked in bed, begging him to fuck her.

The springs of the mattress squeaked and groaned as BX got into bed with her. Goosebumps formed up her legs and arms as she felt his body over hers, his left knee pushing her legs open. She gasped, opening her eyes, when she felt his hands grasp onto her wrists. Blood pumped furiously at her throat as he pressed her arms down into the mattress.

“So,” he asked softly as he looked down at her, his eyes moving up and down her face, “what will it take for you to call me again?”

“Gon?” she said against his lips as he pressed his lips over hers. She shut her eyes as his lips moved to capture hers. His thigh pressed up against her, and she moaned into his mouth as his thigh continually pressed up against her, the pressure of his thigh muscles flexing against her folds sent sharp heat into her body.

She breathed heavily through her mouth when he released her lips. His lips landed on her neck and his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin before licking and kissing the sweat off her neck and jaw. She took a sharp inhale of breath as his fingers tightened their hold on her wrists, her skin aching. The familiar wet sensation of BX’s tongue licking her tits returned as she exhaled out a sweet moan.

“Oh my God, that feels so good, Gon,” she said barely above a whisper. She squealed out a frustrated groan as his teeth captured the engorged bud on her right breast, grinding his teeth back and forth. Sharp, mind melting jolts of heat hit her groin like lightning. “Oh my God! Gonie! Gonie!”

“Gonie?” he said, his teeth releasing her immediately. Piti took in heavy, shaky breaths, her body so hot and her nerves so sensitive, BX was one thigh flex away from making her come. He kissed her lips. “That’s cute, Piti. Gonie. I’m your Gonie.”

“Gonie,” she said softly, breathing heavily, “are we going to fuck? Please?”

He chuckled, his fingers released their grip on her wrists and glided down her arms to caress her breasts. She arched her back and shut her eyes as her pussy was aching for his cock, her core wet and warm. A sharp heat hit her stomach as his hands kneaded her breasts.

“I like it when you ask in a sweeter way,” he said. She shut her eyes as his hand groped her right breast, her body radiating with a frustrated heat.

“Will you please put your beautiful cock inside of me, please?” she said immediately. He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The chuckles in his throat reverberated into her chest, sending sharp heat into her nipples.

When they broke their kiss, they sat up so she could grab a condom from her night stand drawer. She sat up in bed, and kissed his shoulder as she watched him put the condom on. He grinned at her, seeming to enjoy the attention. His hand stroked his cock before he laid down onto his back.

“What position do you like?” he asked as she laid down beside him, turning her body in toward his.

“Spoon me and play with my clit, please?”

“You’re so cute,” he said, his eyes lighting up as he smiled from ear to ear. “I like it when you say please.”

He kissed her before letting go of her so she could turn around to face her back to him. She felt a shiver ride down her body as his sweaty front came into contact with her back. His tongue licked her earlobe as his hand massaged the inside of her thigh, pulling her to lift her leg a little. She rested her head onto the pillow under her as she felt him enter her from behind. The kiss he planted onto her neck made her give out a gasp. His cock pulling the walls of her pussy apart caused her nerves to dance wildly, making her skin light up.

“Gonie,” she gave out a soft moan as she felt his hand fondle her breast.

He pushed in deep, and she gave a loud exhale. She grunted as he began to push in and out in a slow, deep rhythm, making her feel every motion of his cock. Desperate squeaks escaped her lips when his cock twitched inside of her as he paused, balls deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as BX’s hand moved between her legs, and she felt two of his fingers press against her clit.

She wriggled her hips against him as his fingers drew circles around her clit, and then spread to glide down against her labia before going back to draw circles around her clit. Her mind was spinning, like she’d ridden on a roller coaster where her legs dangled in the air as the giant machine she was strapped to made a giant 360 degree loop. Trying to focus, she thrust back as he pushed his hips toward her.

“Fuck,” it was his turn to swear. He groaned as he began to pick up a faster pace. She couldn’t keep up and shut her eyes as she threw her hand back to grab his hip to feel steady. Her fingers dug into his wet, soft flesh as he continually rutted into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Gon,” she panted out, “Gon! Gonie! Fuck me just like that.”

“It feels good when you squeeze on my cock,” he said against her ear as his fingers flicked her clit up and down. The sensations of sweat gliding down her back and chest overcame her as her mind went through another 360 degree loop. Her cunt clamped down on his cock as his fingers played with her clit. “Fucking hell, you’re going to make me come.” The bed springs squeaked and groaned in a furious, erratic rhythm as his fingers left her clit to grab the back of her thigh to push in deeper.

“Gonie, I’m gonna come,” she said desperately, her face unbearably hot. “You’re fucking me so good, Gonie. Your cock, Gonie!”

He guffawed, clearly on a high at her praises, keeping his fast pushes going. His fingers gripped onto the back of her thigh before gliding to grope her ass. Finally, his fingers returned to her clit, and she immediately lost herself. Three fingers rubbed against her clit before he captured her engorged bud between his forefinger and middle finger and pulled, milking her clit.

Champagne gold fireworks exploded before her eyelids as her body seemed to feel weightless, though she could still feel BX’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Her mind was spinning endlessly as her whole body tensed before an overwhelming calm overcame her, relaxing all the muscles in her body.

His hand moved up to massage her breast as he planted kisses onto her shoulder. His fast pushes continued as she turned her head over, opening her eyes slightly. BX bent forward and kissed her, closing his eyes. She gave a soft whimper as he gave a handful of erratic, sharp pushes into her. His tongue pushed aggressively into her mouth before he released her lips.

Spent, neither of them were able to speak, though BX withdrew from her. She shut her eyes and she listened to him move around, likely disposing of his condom. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt him spoon her, his lips warming her cheek.

“When can we do that again?” he asked into her ear, tickling her nerves and making her giggle.

Thank you for reading!

#cix #cix smut #cix bx #cix byounggon #bx smut #lee byounggon #bx #byounggon #byounggon smut #college au #university au #cix imagines #bx imagines #fluff #smut #a little angsty #friends to lovers #cixthotshit #no beta read

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kookiebunnii · 5 years ago

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lucky in love || min yoongi

→ summary: you didn’t expect to start your day with an arrow to the heart, quite literally, but neither did you expect to meet cupid himself. quickly realizing that you aren’t dramatically falling in love from the effects of cupid’s arrow, the two of you unexpectedly team up to solve this curious dilemma. however, at the end of it all, what if cupid is the one falling in love?

→ pairing: cupid!yoongi x reader

→ genre: roman/greek mythology au, fluff

→ word count: 6.6k

→ warnings: mature language

→ a/n: this is sort of a half-gift to myself and @cinnaminsvga, the author who actually inspired me to write again. i just hit 200 followers, and i guess i also wanted zee to know that her works definitely motivate and inspire others!

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Sitting in your armchair, embroidering little white carnations into the hem of the wedding dress in your hands, you truly thought that you couldn’t be any more content. This particular order had recently prompted the idea of “love” into your mind whenever you worked, as your customer had practically beamed with excitement when talking about her fiancée. Although your family and friends seemingly had your relationship status on the forefront of their minds, it wasn’t something you chose to fret about. You’d had your fair share of boyfriends, men you enjoyed spending time with and even one you thought about a “happily ever after” with. But of course, your career and independent personality typically got in the way.

It had led to heartaches and internal turmoil early on in your life, but now you were a freelancer, a fashion designer making clothes from your apartment. It wasn’t the most luxurious life imaginable, but it was the life you wanted. You were able to do what you loved while helping others. Romantic love just wasn’t on this week’s to-do list...orders were.

You set the piece down and slowly rotate your wrists to chase the stiffness away from your joints. Taking a sip of your chamomile tea, you watch as the horizon outside your window lights the buildings aglow with an orange and pink hue. The colors are beautiful, and you’re briefly inspired. Heading to your workbench in the room next to you, you grab your pocket notebook and scribble down the colors you see outside. You always wrote little notes in this particular journal, hoping to use it for your own creative works someday if not for a future customer’s order. Examining the words “pink, orange, yellow blending” in your casual scrawl, you flip to previous pages to reread your past bouts of inspiration.

You sigh, knowing that this wedding dress was your last big order for the month. Perhaps you now have enough time and funds saved up to work on something for yourself next week.

Your discarded cell phone on the couch begins beeping incessantly, so you set your notebook back down and skirt over to check what it’s for. You make a small sound of happiness, remembering that you had ordered Thai food for dinner tonight. Taking off your work apron and hanging it on a hook in your office, you find the warmest coat you own before rushing out the door.

Weather these days is like a finicky child who can’t make up his mind. In the daylight you’d have to pull on a t-shirt and a long skirt to fully appreciate the rare breezes that danced through the open windows. However, after sunset, temperatures could drop quite steeply. You’re reminded of this again when you’re forced to tuck your hands into your pockets and tell yourself to hurry.

The street is lit with soft lamplight and despite the cold and hunger resting in your belly, the artist in you can’t help but appreciate how beautiful this sight is as well. Round circles of yellow going from intense to faded against a midnight blue backdrop fill your thoughts. It’s so distracting that you almost walk past your destination without realizing.

Quickly backpedaling a few steps, you head into Thai Us Together—you must give the owners credit for their pun-tastic name—and greet the familiar worker at the front desk. She engages you in some polite conversation before handing you your usual order and bidding you goodbye.

It’s only when you are a few steps away from the entrance to your apartment complex that you are hit in the chest by an arrow.

You realize this not because you feel any sort of pain from the attack, but because a translucent arrow radiating a pinkish glow is now visibly protruding from your front. Firmly planted above your ribs, you’re momentarily at a loss. Perhaps any normal person would be screaming in terror, but you just stare, wide-eyed, wondering if you were dreaming. Things never got this crazy in your dreams though.

“Why isn’t it working?”

You blink and suddenly there’s a dark-haired, pale-faced man in front of you. He doesn’t look much older than you, as he stands in front of you with his arms crossed. Frowning in discontent, he stares in the direction of your chest unabashedly and you feel that you have the right to be more than a little offended.

“Um, hello? My eyes are up here.”

When his eyes finally find yours, they’re filled with shock with a little bit of fear mixed in. You almost wonder if you’d grown a second head or something, with the way he was staring at you.

“You can see me?” he asks, pointing at himself as you roll your eyes in response.

“Who else is staring at my chest around here? Yes, you.”

The boy starts laughing, his gums showing cutely in response to your curt reply. You can feel your cheeks warming as you wonder whether your statement deserved to be received with this much amusement.

“You’re a funny one,” he finally notes, before a worried expression takes over his features again, “But you’re human aren’t you? You shouldn’t be able to see me.”

You adjust your takeout in your hands before resting a hand on your hip, “Well, I see you very clearly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pad thai to enjoy and an arrow to the heart to deal with.”

He grabs your arm, and the touch is so palpable that you know now that you’re definitely not dreaming. You turn to meet the stranger’s gaze again, and the curiosity filling his brown eyes is undeniable.

“You see the arrow too?” he whispers in awe, gesturing to the faint but very noticeable projectile still lodged in your front.

Sighing, you say, “Okay at least I’m not hallucinating this then. Look, I need to try and get this thing out and get to my dinner. If you don’t have any suggestions on how to remove arrows that don’t even feel like they’re actually there, then I suggest you head home.”

He follows you through the gate, matching your hurried steps with ease until you finally snap and turn on him. He almost bumps into you as a result of your sudden halt but quickly readjusts himself and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

After a short glaring contest, he gives you a small smile with a glint in his eye, “I know exactly how to get that out. In fact, I was the one who shot it.”

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Maybe all these years of living alone has finally dulled your warning senses to the point where you were fine letting dangerous strangers into your home. You’d always been too trusting of a person, but you felt too tired and confused to put up much of a fight tonight anyways. You just wanted to enjoy one of your favorite noodle dishes and get rid of whatever black magic was involved in this painless arrow buried inside you. If it meant inviting a random puzzling but handsome individual into your abode, then so be it.

As you dig into your meal, you watch as your guest sips on his glass of water. He had denied your offer of food, but you could at least say you were a polite host. With your stomach now appeased, you take your own gulp of water before launching into an interrogation.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He tilts his head, observing you for what feels like the seventh time that day. Finally, he leans back in his seat in thought. The silence permeates your residence for a good minute before he finally utters, “I’m Cupid, God of desire, attraction, and affection.”

You stop mid-chew to openly gawk at the black-haired male in front of you. This boy, dressed in a large hoodie and ripped jeans, is supposed to be the fat baby featured on Valentine’s Day cards? Maybe you brought a crackhead into your home.

“I know what you’re thinking. You mortals have ruined my image recently and as a result I am no longer receiving the respect I deserve,” he purses his lips before setting his water glass aside and openly observing you again, “But I am in fact Cupid.

“Okay let’s say you are Cupid or whatever and you shot me. Doesn’t this mean I’m supposed to fall in love now or something? I don’t feel anything other than a desire to finish the rest of this delicious pad thai.”

He doesn’t even smile at your attempt at lighthearted humor, instead wrinkling his brow further at your words.

“That is rather curious.”

Fiddling with a stray bean sprout on your plate, you add, “Well, could we start with removing this first?”

He finally gives you an amused grin when you gesture to the faint outline of an arrow above your ribs, which appears to be growing increasingly hard to see as time passes. Maybe you are finally going off the deep end.

“It’ll disappear soon,” and as soon as the words leave his lips, the arrow has faded entirely. He turns slightly, and a quiver suddenly appears on his back. You count 11 arrows before another slowly fills the remaining empty spot to complete the final dozen.

Your jaw is practically on the floor at this display.

“I need to figure out why this is happening,” he muses, resting his chin on his hand and training his unwavering gaze on you once again.

Jeez, you were starting to feel like an exhibit at the zoo.

“Look, as much as I appreciate meeting a god, I have work to do and a deadline to meet. I’m sure this is very fascinating, but frankly I’d rather not fall in love anyways so I’m quite glad this didn’t work,” you stand up to set your cleared dish in the sink before heading for the door to escort him out.

“Why not?” he asks, as if he couldn’t imagine why anyone would ever not want to be in love.

You turn after undoing the lock at your door to find that he still hasn’t budged from his chair. Clearly not on the same page as you are, you saunter over to him and do your best to give him a menacing look, “I’m happy the way I am. Now are you leaving?”

You definitely weren’t usually this rude, but the amalgamation of your anxiety to get back to work and the confusion of trying to understand what was happening to you made for a deadly combo. Today’s events were definitely giving you a short fuse. If this offends him, Cupid sure doesn’t show it, because he just gives you a small tilt of his lips before heading to your kitchen to wash his empty cup.

You watch, mystified, as he sets his cup on the drying rack before washing the plate you had left in the sink earlier. At this point you rush forward, embarrassed, but he simply shakes the excess water off the plate before leaving it next to his discarded cup. You thought Cupid was supposed to be mischievous, and maybe this guy was, but he was definitely going out of his way to be nice to you.

“Thanks” you mumble halfheartedly, suddenly feeling a bit regretful that you were trying your damnedest to shoo him out earlier.

He chuckles, drying his hands on your teacloth hanging nearby before asking, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Deciding that no ill-natured person would go through the trouble of washing your dishes before murdering you, you lead him to your living room where you were previously working on embroidery. The wedding dress is still resting on the arm of the chair you previously occupied, so you briefly excuse yourself to move the large piece back to your workspace.

When you come back, he seems to be running his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. It distracts you for a bit until he finally asks, “Are you getting married?”

Sputtering with a bright fuchsia across your cheekbones, you quickly reply, “No! No, it’s an order for a customer. I’m a designer.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank Zeus, I honestly thought I had lost all of my powers including my sense. Maybe it’s just my arrows that are faulty.”

When he notices how you’re looking at him quizzically, he kindly explains, “Usually, getting hit with my arrow means you fall in love with the person I’ve assigned. For some reason that clearly hasn’t happened for you. Besides, you’re definitely not supposed to see me or my arrows unless I will it to happen.”

You frown, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. If this dark-haired boy is to be trusted, was there actually something wrong with you? Additionally, who had he chosen for you? Maybe if it was meant to be and all that jazz, you could just have Cupid introduce the two of you and he can be on his way. That’d be much simpler than trying to wrap your head around the idea that Roman Gods existed.

“Who’s the person?”

He smirks, appearing to be amused at your shy remark, “Mortals are simple creatures. It matters more whether your significant other is as good-looking as you imagined than the possibility that something is very wrong with you.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that. Besides, you could just wingman me with the guy you picked and then go back to shooting people for fun. You’re acting like the end of the world is coming.”

Lounging on your couch, he grabs one of the decorative pillows next to him and begins playing with the loose strands like an easily entertained cat. You sit down next to him, grabbing the other cushion to hold in your arms for security while he exhales in disappointment.

“It’s not that easy. This isn’t something that’s supposed to happen,” he admits, tossing the pillow aside and training his eyes on you.

“Well, you could always ask one of your fellow gods, right? Isn’t your mom Venus or something? I’m sure she has plenty of experience in the love department,” you suggest, wondering if you were being too gullible by accepting and participating in his fantastical stories.

He scoffs, “If she knew about you, she’d just tell me to kill you.”

“Okay so we won’t be asking her for help under any circumstances. Got it.”

He laughs again, and you can’t help but crack a smile of your own. Maybe in another world, if he just happened to be a random boy you bumped into one day, you’d actually want to be friends with him. But in your reality, he was supposed to be a god. If your lessons in Roman mythology meant anything, humans should probably fear those like him instead of inviting them into their one-bedroom apartments.

“You’re probably one of the more amusing mortals I’ve met recently,” he grins, “Do you still want to know who I chose for you?”

Heart racing, it was as if you could feel your pulse thrumming in anticipation. Wasn’t this what every person wanted? To know who they would end up with, to know who they were supposed to love until their last breath? Even if you were a self-declared non-romantic, the idea was still interesting. Its appeal was still undeniable, even if it wasn’t a priority for you.

But then you hesitated, wondering if it was beneficial for you to even know this. Did you like the idea of this cheeky boy just randomly selecting a guy for you? Maybe free will was just an illusion, but how would you even go about your life if you knew that you were supposed to be with someone—no alternatives? That kind of pressure just didn’t float your boat at all.

“Never mind actually. It’s probably better if you don’t tell me.”

This statement surprises him, because he actually leans forward to rest his palm against your forehead with a concerned expression on his features. Up close, you can see the pretty faint freckles across the bridge of his nose and the small speckles of gold in his irises. No, this boy is definitely not human.

“What happened to Y/N?” he jokes, laughing when you brush his hand away to look at him with a frown.

“Look, it doesn’t mean I’m not curious. Besides, now I can pick who I want to be with without your ministrations being a part of it,” you huff, crossing your arms.

Smirking, you can see the mischievousness lighting up his eyes at your words, “And how will you know that the man you’ve ‘picked’ isn’t just someone else I’ve chosen to hit you through the heart with?”

You don’t respond at his teasing question which causes your guest to lean back once again with satisfaction. If he really was the omnipotent entity he claimed to be, you guess you wouldn’t really know if you liked someone out of your own volition. At least you could now pin the blame of being with some of your past exes as a result of Cupid’s interference and not your lack of good judgment.

“I’m going to have to monitor you for a few days. I’ll head back to Olympus every once in a while, seeing if I can find any answers for this oddity. If anything strange happens, just call for me.”

You pull out your cell on instinct, and he laughs while taking the device and slipping it back into your pocket. Instead, he takes your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together as if you were praying.

“You want me to pray to you and you’ll just show up?” you ask incredulously, trying hard to ignore the way you could feel the blood rushing to your head at his warm touch against the backs of your hands.

He nods, “It’s how it used to be, back when you all believed in us. I’ll be off now. See you tomorrow.”

One second, he’s there and the next he’s not. Standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room, fingers interlocked, you could genuinely convince yourself that you had just had an extremely hyper realistic dream. Unfortunately, the lingering heat of his hold on you remains undeniable.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Enjoying the tart taste spreading across your tongue from your homemade lemon tea, you set your glass down before admiring the semi-finished piece in front of you. You had set the wedding dress onto a mannequin in your studio after completing the final details to better observe the overall look. You need to pull in the waist a bit more and fix the neckline, so you step forward to remove the dress and get to work again.

“It looks nice.”

The sudden words cause you to almost trip over your own feet and you have no choice but to grab your mannequin for balance. Cupid chuckles from behind you, and you glance at him wide-eyed long enough to catch what look like wings folding behind his back before they disappear.

“Hello,” you squeak, surprised at his random entrance after leaving you alone for two days.

“You’re quite talented for someone who designs and makes the pieces herself,” he muses, stepping closer to you to catch the fabric of the lace sleeve in his fingertips.

“It’s nothing really. I’m just a decent option for someone looking for something original and unique, I suppose.”

He tilts your chin up to look at him and the motion sends an entire series of shockwaves through your system. No one had been this close to you in a long time, so maybe you were just reacting because of the unfamiliarity.

Yeah, that’s probably what it was.

Cupid hesitates, as if he had lost his train of thought, before quickly recovering, “Give yourself more credit, love.”

Pulling away from you, he leans back against your workbench with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Shaking the bangs away from his eyes, he says, “Do you feel any different?”

“No. I had half the mind that I just dreamt the whole thing,” you reply, finally letting go of the mannequin and stepping towards your desk to find some thread and a sewing needle.

He hums in thought, watching your movements as he says, “I haven’t had much luck either. I went to Vulcan, asked him if he could look at my arrows. He said they were in good working order but replaced a few of them anyways at my request.”

“Vulcan? Is that Hephaestus’s Roman name?”

“Yes, I wonder why Greek names are more familiar to you. Perhaps schooling is different nowadays,” he comments, watching as you take a seat across from him and begin making your adjustments.

“If it’s any consolation, they do look shinier than before,” you tease, pointing at the quiver appearing on his back.

He gives you an amused chuckle, pulling out one of the arrows to examine it from its point to the sleek feathers at its very end. When it finally disappears from his hands to return to its home on his back, he quips, “Are you sure you’re not a demigod?”

The question catches you off guard for sure, but you decide to play his game anyways, and think back to your parents. Did they ever do anything that seemed…otherworldly? Did they seem like the type of people to run off and have a tryst with some Olympian god or goddess?

Haha, definitely not.

You shake your head, giggling at the possibility since you knew your parents very well. He takes your answer with a nod and continues looking out towards the large window at the scene outside. The sky is a pale blue today with fluffy white clouds gliding by with ease. You were almost done with this order, and you planned to ship it to your customer this weekend. Maybe you’d enjoy a picnic outside to celebrate afterwards.

“Do you…have another name that you use? Calling you Cupid just seems weird. I still can’t get the name to disassociate from the image of a chubby winged baby in my head.”

He takes your question seriously, a trait you notice by the way he’s seemingly lost in thought. You wait patiently though, continuing to work on your methodical stiches as he ponders.

“Yoongi,” he finally says, appearing satisfied.

“Yoongi? That’s an interesting choice,” you reply, feeling the way this new name rolled off your tongue.

“It was the name of a mortal I knew. I quite like it.”

You accept his choice, finishing your alteration on the neckline and deciding to call it a day. You’ll spend the next few days attaching the sequins, which was bound to be an exhausting task. Just as you’re about to set the dress back on your trusty mannequin, the sound of glass breaking causes you to scream.

A creature seemingly out of your worst nightmares crawls through the windowpane, flames of fire spilling from its mouth. You can’t help but cling onto the back of Yoongi’s sweatshirt once he backs up against you in a defensive stance. The monster looks like a lion from the front, but you notice what appears to be a snake lazily dancing back and forth from where its tail ought to be. Oh, and was that the head of a goat sticking out from its back?

You never thought about how you would die, but this sure wasn’t at the top of your list.

“Fuck, why is this here?” Yoongi growls, and the deep sound that resonates from his chest makes you tighten your fingers on him.

“What is it?” you ask, but the way your voice is compressed in fear barely lets the words escape from your lips. It seems to ignore Cupid altogether, the blazing coals it calls eyes refusing to look away from your fearful expression.

He ignores your question, instead sweeping you off your feet and uttering, “Hold on tight” before skirting around the edge of the room with the creature hot on his heels. You don’t need to be told twice, immediately ducking your head into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the way the beast sounded dangerously close. When you finally dare to open your eyes, Yoongi has ducked through the gaping hole where your window once was with his hand on the back of your head. He looks down at you briefly before jumping off the ledge.

Your scream sticks in your throat, as you feel the pit of your stomach fall alongside your body. A second later however, the two of you are gliding upwards as if flying. The buildings are a blur with how fast you are going, so you opt to just close your eyes and keep a locked grip on your savior. Even though you had no clue where you were being taken, you sure as hell weren’t about to return to your apartment even if it hadn’t turned into a pile of ashes by now.

When Yoongi finally stops, it feels like an eternity has passed, and your head is so dizzy that you’re forced to lean against a tree for support. As you try to keep the contents of your stomach from making an appearance, you make out the blurry form of your new friend pacing back and forth with his hair a mess. He is very clearly stressed, so you shift to grip the side of his pant leg when he paces closer to you.

“We’re fine now,” you mumble, tugging him closer. You hope he sits down so you could lean your head on his shoulder. It was starting to get chilly and you want to get ahold of whatever warmth was currently available.

Perhaps he can read your mind too because he kneels in the grass in front of you and fixes the locks of hair plastered to your clammy skin. He doesn’t seem the least bit grossed out, instead having what looks like worry in those odd eyes of his.

“I can’t believe you’re reassuring me when I’m pretty sure you would’ve died if I weren’t there.”

The words bring you back to reality as you shudder uncontrollably. You definitely would’ve died. That thing looked like it could rip you in two if it truly wanted to, and you weren’t exactly skilled in self-defense. Maybe you were too dumb to realize the danger of the current situation, but you were more concerned by the fact that Yoongi looked deathly afraid.

“Was that something from…your world?” you ask, grateful for the gentle grasp Yoongi had on your wrists. It comforted you knowing that you weren’t alone in this chaos.

“That was a chimera. Our worlds are essentially one and the same, but yes, creatures like that usually don’t just stop by for a house party,” he grunts, shifting so he can sit in front of you with his legs splayed to corner you against the tree.

You still have your legs pulled against your chest, so you lean your cheek against your knees as you regard him intently. He didn’t look anything like a god, and if you saw Yoongi walking on the street you probably wouldn’t have given him a second look. This whole ordeal balanced on the edge of surreal, but you were sure now that with whatever just happened, you were in danger. You wish the arrow worked on you earlier. You would’ve fell in love with some random person but at least you wouldn’t be fearing for your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have met the living embodiment of attraction, but you would’ve been back to normalcy. Isn’t that well worth it?

Struggling to understand why your heart hesitated at the possibility of never meeting Yoongi, you’re barely aware that he is pulling you to your feet until he has an arm wrapped around your waist to support your weak form.

“Can you stand?” he asks, and his fingers feel like they are burning against your side. Even through your sweater, you clearly feel each indent against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you give him your best attempt at a smile, following him as he walks you further into the forest. Thankfully, he eventually lets you go when he’s assured that you can walk without passing out. His proximity was doing crazy things to your senses, so you are grateful that he let you process your experiences without distraction.

He’s led you to an inconspicuous cave whose entrance is covered by a few hanging willow branches. He brushes these aside before letting you crawl in. The inside is surprisingly dry and you finally take a seat on a smooth, protruding boulder in the corner to stretch your legs out from the trek.

“It’s not a 5-star hotel, but it should do for now. You’ll be safe here until I find out what’s going in,” he says, and in the darkness you can barely make out his form in front of you.

Snapping his fingers, a fire appears in front of you. As you realize that this fire appears to be without a fuel source, you are once again forced to accept that your life is never going to be the same. Hesitantly reaching out to warm your shaking fingers against the heat, you watch as the light of the flickering flames dance across Yoongi’s face. He looks worried and concerned for you, so you can’t help but look away.

Your hands itch for your notebook, but you simply make a mental note to yourself instead: fire and shadows, a golden-eyed boy, warmth.

At this point, he takes off his hoodie and you can’t help the way your eyes immediately dart to the sliver of skin that shows at his waist when his t-shirt rises alongside his movements. When Yoongi finally emerges, a hand running through his locks, you hope that the heat you’re feeling is only from the fire.

He wraps the garment around your shoulders before tying the sleeves around your arms without a word. Taking one last look at you, he lets his touch linger for a second too long against your thigh before he stands to take his leave. This time, you keep your eyes trained on his as he begins to slowly dissipate. You tell yourself that you won’t blink because as long as you’re looking, he can’t leave. Your weary gaze finally betrays you, and when you open your eyes, he’s gone.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Turns out you wouldn’t have to worry about food, because every couple of hours, you’d magically find some food appearing by the fire Yoongi had made for you. Your phone had long since died, so you weren’t even sure what day it was. Using the appearance of the regular meals to gage the passing of time, you hoped that Cupid would come back for you soon. Your customer’s order would be due soon anyways. At this, you couldn’t help but giggle when you realized how much your commitments meant to you-- even if you were on the verge of getting eaten by a lion hybrid.

It appears that Yoongi had been more observant that you gave him credit for. Every meal, he has only given you pad thai with the ingredients you ordered the night you met him. It was cute how he went with something he knew you liked, likely worried that he could choose something you were allergic to or disliked. He did alternate between cool lemon tea in the mornings and warm chamomile tea in the evenings, but you are sure you won’t be ordering thai food for a long time after you get out of here.

Just as you finish the last of your tea while pondering actually praying to him to get him to show up, Yoongi appears before you. Without a second thought, you scramble up to give him a hug. It seems that even for a god, he doesn’t expect this. Your tackle causes him to briefly lose his balance.

“Easy there,” he laughs, his deep voice mixing beautifully with his laughter as it echoes against his chest.

��Sorry,” you fumble, pulling away quickly and wondering if mortals were allowed to be hugging Roman Gods.

“Have you been alright?” he asks, ruffling your hair fondly with a smile.

You hum in agreement, relishing the way his fingers felt tugging against your locks, “Might need to take a break from pad thai for a while though.”

Chuckling, he extinguishes the fire with a wave of his hand before tugging you out of the cave. The sudden sunlight causes you cover your eyes, gripping his sleeve instead to guide you as you walk. Instead, he carries you in his arms once again before flying off to god-knows-where. At this point, you simply submit in his hold, as you trust him enough as the only person who knew better than you did at the moment.

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he has brought you to your apartment, and even more pleased to find that your window has been returned to its original state. In fact, everything inside remains perfectly undisturbed.

“How’d we get in if the window is fixed?” you ask, pressing your fingertips against the glass to ensure that it was indeed repaired.

“I stopped by before the chimera appeared without having to bust your windows open, if you remember,” he teases, pulling the curtains aside to let in some light.

“Fair enough.”

You immediately head inside to ensure that the wedding dress was still in your office. You let a relieved sigh escape your lips when you notice it resting happily on your mannequin in the corner, looking as perfect as before.

“Y/N, we need to talk about something,” Yoongi says, pulling out a chair and straddling it as he watches you work with the bag of sequins you prepared earlier for this project.

“What’s up?” you ask, already getting back to work by sewing each individual sparkle into the layers of fabric.

“The chimera from earlier, it was sent by someone.”

His words cause your hand to falter, but you remind yourself that you have to make up for lost time, so you continue working furiously.

“Who have I angered?” you ask, trying to keep the concern out of your tone.

Cupid sighs, and when he finally replies, you’re forced to drop the dress entirely.

“Venus? So, she found out about me?” you bite your lip to stop it from trembling under this revelation.

He grips your hands in his own now that yours are no longer busy with working. The emotions swirling in his gaze allows the weird feelings to return to your heart once again. When he makes a request of you, you can’t help but take notice of the way he’s practically begging.

“Y/N, please let me protect you. I can take you somewhere she’ll never find you. We can be together, and you’ll be safe for the rest of your life. I promise.”

Of course, the offer is tempting. You aren’t sure if it’s the confusing feelings you’re beginning to develop for him or if he’s working some sort of love magic on you, but you actually consider his proposition for a good second or two. But eventually, the dazzle of the pearl white dress on your workbench breaks you out of your reverie. Did you want to spend the rest of your life in hiding? Would you still be able to do what you loved? Would you still be able to see your family and friends?

“I can’t,” you reply, giving him a sad smile and a small squeeze with your hands. You can’t accept the hurt on his face, so you go back to work so you can focus on the shiny beads on the waistline of the dress instead.

“I can’t let you die.”

His voice sounds so broken, so lost, so defeated that you almost didn’t recognize its owner. Brushing aside the wetness suddenly flowing across your cheeks as a result of his words and your own fear, you try your best not to let your tears fall onto your customer’s order.

“Y/N please. Look at me?” Yoongi begs, and when you risk a look at him, the tear clinging to edge of his waterline finally rolls down his cheek.

When you realize you’re kissing him, the first thought that manages to form is that his lips are so soft. It’s like you pressed your mouth against a carefree cloud, or some bright pink cotton candy based on the gentle sweetness that slowly begins spreading throughout your body. His cheeks are damp, and you can’t help but whisper “please, don’t cry” against his lips. His laugh mixes with a sob, as he tightens his grip on your waist.

You pull back, and for a second you forget that the man before you is an all-powerful god. As he sits in front of you, brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, he is simply a soft-hearted boy crying over imagining a tomorrow without you. You wonder momentarily if it were possible for him to fall in love, because you were already beginning to feel the rush of falling.

“Am I crazy for liking you?” he chuckles, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer were written there, “I make others fall in love for the shits and giggles, and now I’m the butt of the joke.”

“How did I attract a god?” you muse, pinching his cheeks for your own personal enjoyment.

Yoongi falls back into his thoughts again, and you once again wait patiently for him to form his words. You were willing to wait, because you knew that when he finally spoke, it meant that he had truly considered each and every word he uttered.

“You’re witty. You love to crack jokes, especially when the situation turns awkward. It’s endearing, so much so that I just want to kiss the satisfied grin off your mouth. You’re hardworking and talented, placing the needs of others before your own. You commit yourself to your job, creating art as if it’s second nature. Even after your life gets hit with a whole shitstorm, you work on a wedding dress someone else ordered and tell me not to cry.”

A laugh escapes you as a desperate attempt to cover the fact that you’re certain you are as red as a cherry tomato and that you have the sudden urge to kiss Yoongi again.

The two of you decide to enjoy the simple happiness you feel with your newfound feelings for as long as you can without discussing Venus again. Once again, you find yourself working on the silky fabric of a bride-to-be’s wedding dress in your armchair in the living room. Except this time, Cupid has his arms wrapped around you as you sit in his lap. The two of you watch the sunset together after you decide to take a break, and he massages your wrists for you.

“I don’t want to hide, Yoongi.”

He makes a small noise acknowledging your words, seemingly more invested in nuzzling the exposed skin at the crook of your neck. You pinch his thigh to get his attention before continuing, “I can’t live like that. I’d rather die doing what I loved and enjoying every moment than being locked away somewhere—even if I were with you. Does that make sense?”

“Of course, my stubborn Y/N. I’ll do my best to keep you safe from her nevertheless.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shift in your seat so you can finally look at your brown-haired boy with surprise. You almost regret this decision, because the amount of adoration pouring from the personification of affection himself is almost too much for your mortal self to handle.

“I’m your Y/N now?”

He chuckles, smoothing out your furrowed brow with the tips of his fingers, each stroke leaving a lingering trail of warmth against your skin.

“Are you forgetting the vow I just gave you? A god just promised to protect you, mortal. Have some decorum.”

You frown, feeling too foolishly emboldened to be stopped now.

“Yeah well the witty, hardworking, and talented mortal just asked you a question,” you say smartly, playing with the strands of hair at the edge of his ear.

The golden stars in Yoongi’s eyes seem to shine brighter than before as he says, “For as long as you’ll have me. I’ll love you.”

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