#I just wanted to be happy and snuggle and be excited about something for once

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o spreading their arms out for them

Requested by @thepoopdokyeomtouched : Svt reaction to their S/o spreading her arms at them to see what they will do

Seungcheol: You spread your arms, and he’s right there to scoop you up in an instant. “You’re so adorable, I can’t help it,” he says, carrying you to the couch or his lap. He hugs you tight, burying his face in your neck. “Next time, don’t tease me like that.” His affection for is unstoppable. He'll talk about you being cute all the time and nobody can stop him.

Jeonghan: He's smooth, slow, and teasing [menace]. You spread your arms, and Jeonghan gives you a look, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want me to do with that?” he asks, smirking. When you pull him in, he wraps his arms around you giving up and whispers, “You know I can’t resist you.” He’ll hold you for a moment, then pull back to make you chase him for more lol. You ain't getting him so easily.

Joshua: My man will fall into the trap and instantly be charmed. Joshua’s eyes light up, a soft smile spreading across his face. “You want a hug?” He opens his arms wider, his smile widening even more. He pulls you in, holding you close. He'll fr never get tired of this, his voice will always be full of warmth. His hugs always make you feel safe, secure, and cherished, that you feel bad for doing these things to see his reaction, because in the end, he makes you melt too.

Jun: You spread your arms, and Jun’s heart skips a beat. His face turns a little pink, but he can’t resist you. He walks over and wraps you in a tight hug, chuckling softly, holding you close. His voice is sometimes teasing, but you can tell he’s happy to just be with you and keep you close to him. He's always eager to hold you.

Hoshi: Hoshi practically launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground. “You want a hug? You got it!” he laughs, spinning you around a few times just because he can. He’ll squeeze you tightly and then pull away just enough to kiss your forehead and lips. “You’re too cute to handle!” WILL SCREAM.

Wonwoo: Worried that he might have missed something when put your arms up, Wonwoo hesitates for a moment. But when he sees your expectant look, he’s soft as he pulls you into his arms. “You want a hug?” he asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. He holds you close, not saying much about why this sudden act, but his touch speaks volumes that he doesn't really care why.

Woozi: Nonchalant piece of shit [once again] but still caring. You spread your arms, and Woozi just raises an eyebrow before walking over to you, confused. He gives you a quick, tight hug, and then pulls back slightly. “You’re so needy, what was that?” he teases, but his hand lingers on your back, rubbing small circles. He can’t resist making you feel loved, even if he acts like he’s too cool for it he's not too cool for it

Dokyeom: The hugger [and kisser], so like you can guess, his face immediately lights up at the sight of your arms spread wide. He moves so quickly to wrap his arms around you, pulling you in for a big, bear-like hug. “HUGGGG!” he exclaims, squeezing you tight. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you can’t help but giggle at his excitement. He'll leave kisses on your face every time he pulls back and goes back in for another hug.

Mingyu: He loves to tease but still adores you. Mingyu grins, his eyes sparkling as he walks over and pulls you into a big hug. “So, this is how you want it? Initiation to a cuddle session, huh?” he teases, lifting you off the ground with ease. He’ll laugh, holding you close, and won’t let you go until he’s got his fill of snuggles and kisses. His hugs are always super warm and comforting, and you feel safe with him.

Minghao: When you spread your arms, Minghao smiles warmly, his eyes softening. He walks over slowly and hugs you, pressing his cheek to yours and brushing against iy, holding you close. His embrace is calm and grounding, making you feel like everything’s going to be okay. He never leaves you hanging and takes his chance for more at random times in the day.

Seungkwan: Kwan loves to make a show of it. He reacts with exaggerated excitement, throwing his arms wide open in return, pulling you into a huge bear hug. He’ll hold you so tight, spinning you around once or twice for extra fun, but you can be sure that he's turn it more romantic [maybe spicy if the mood is just right] somehow.

Vernon: Vernon blinks a few times in confusion when you spread your arms, but as soon as he processes it, he smirks and walks over to you. “You’re so cute,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. He holds you close, his voice low and playful. “I’m definitely not letting go now.” He enjoys the warmth of your embrace just as much as you do but yes, he's not letting you go. He'll keep you locked in and challenge you, if you want to get out

Dino: My man is so in love with you that his eyes go wide for a moment, and he blushes a little, and pulls you into a hug. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his face buried in your shoulder. “I just want to hold you forever,” he whispers, and you can feel the love and affection radiating from him. He's just so cute and giggly and romantic.

[muqingslover]

[ Back again! Did you guys miss me? I sure missed you! As a gift I offer Sylus' NSFW alphabet! I totally forgot about this after Caleb's im so sorry 😞]

A = Aftercare

After sex with Sylus is incredibly soft. He will make sure you don't have to lift a single finger and do everything for you. He will bathe you, dress you and then put you to bed, tucked away safely in his arms.

Sylus likes to talk to you just before you fall asleep. Sometimes about random topics, sometimes about something he has planned for the next day and, for most of the time, about you; The way your hair feels when he plays with it, how cute you look when you snuggle against him and of course, how much he loves you.

B = Bondage

Personally, he prefers bounding you compared to the other way around. Sylus is extremely hands on in the bedroom; Anything that will make it difficult for him to touch you as he wishes is just not ideal.

He will also go to great lengths to make sure the restraints used are custom made to be extra comfortable regardless of how much you struggle against them and won't cause any bruising or tearing on your skin.

C = Crying:

Given the fact Sylus is familiar with BDSM he knows to expect tears during sex. That however won't stop him from making sure they're from genuine pleasure and checking to see if you need a break. Once he is confident there is nothing wrong he actually enjoys knowing you feel so good it's a little overwhelming.

D = Dominance:

Soft dom!Sylus all the way! if you think otherwise then this blog is not for you.

A lot of people mistake doms for the "hardcore alpha daddy" stereotype because of media, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Sylus is a great example of it!

Being the dominant one is not only about what happens in the bedroom; The soft requests for you to take a seat where he points you to, picking out the clothes you wear, cooking your meals, being the only one you trust yourself with after a long day at work— That's all part of the play.

He has no need to degradate, break or physically abuse his partner to show his dominance. Keeping his partner, his sub, happy and satisfied is what's most fulfilling for an actual dom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't think Sylus has had any other partner besides you, but he has done extensive research on romance and sex.

One thing worth highlighting is that the first thing he learned was how to control his strength around you. Sylus didn't want to end up grabbing you too hard or doing something worse while excited so he took a lot of time to make sure he could use just the right amount of strength like second nature.

F = Favorite position:

Mating press. Come on now, you can't deny and say this comes as surprise.

This man also loves, and I mean looooves, when you're on top of him. Cowboy is definitely a favorite of his because then he can push his entire cock inside of you and watch the way you chase after your own pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sylus is serious, but in the incredibly romantic way. He wants the both of you to pay full attention to this special moment and won't crack jokes or anything of the sort.

If you're feeling nervous then he will help you calm down with low, loving praises whispered in your ear and taking everything extra slow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For personal reasons only I like to think he has a bit of hair on his carpet. Nothing much, just enough. He simply doesn't overthink about that.

H o w e v e r

He will get that hair waxed (yes, WAXED.) the second his partner mentions any type of dislike or something similar towards it.

I = Impact play:

This will completely depend on his partner. Sylus personally does not enjoy hitting you, but as long as the two of you sit down and you explain to him you truly want it (and will enjoy it) he is willing to indulge you.

He won't do anything extreme, but you can expect him to make you count to fifteen while he smacked your ass with a soft padded tool as punishment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does not masturbate often nor does he truly enjoy it.

Go here for a full explanation.

K = Kissing:

Something very specific he enjoys is the feeling of your tongue against his. His tongue is longer than the average person's so you will struggle to welcome it, but that's just what is so delicious to him.

Sylus will often plant kisses right on the middle of your chest (in between your breasts if you're a lady) and on your stomach (iykyk).

L = Location (favorite places to have sex.)

The bed, though not any bed. It has to be one with a comfortable mattress and a steady headboard.

He also likes to have sex in the shower, holding you up in his arms while your back is pinned against the cold wall.

M = Masochism:

Not a masochist in any way. Sylus does not enjoy being inflicted pain (the same way he does not like to hurt you.)

Biting him and scratching his back is fair game though!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, group sex, public sex ect— Anything that involves sharing you or showing you to others is an absolutely no.

Making you bleed or burning you, breath play and degradation are also completely off the table.

O = Oral

Sylus is reaaaaally into blowjobs. The way you try and fail to fit his full length inside of your mouth, how the muffled moans that leave your throat feel against his throbbing cock and the teary look on your pretty little face is just what he needs to cum in no time at all.

Naturally he will return to favor anytime you want (or whenever he decides you deserve to "unwind" after a long day.) Sylus is a slow eater. He takes his time when exploring with his tongue, his nose adding such a pleasurable pressure against your hardened clit and feeling how you grow wetter each passing minute as he preps you torturously slow.

P = Patience:

Very much into edging and it's always accompanied by tons of praises, though a few teases will be thrown into the mix from time to time.

He is not trying to ruin or deprive you from your orgasm, Sylus merely wants to watch how absolutely adorable you get when you grow desperate enough to actually beg for it. So desperate that you feel no shame in asking him for exactly what you need and who is he to deny it after you've been so good?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not particularly his thing, but he is always willing to eat you out in between meetings (or have you give him a treat under his desk ;) )

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

A natural risk taker in general though surprisingly traditional once he's comfortable with a routine in the bedroom. Call him a creature of habit if you will.

Not that he's boring— Far from it — He is willing to try new things if you're the one suggesting it, but he knows how to spice things up based on your preferences and moods without needing outside influence.

I think it's worth mentioning BDSM plays commonly include some sort of routine so I also based this on that fact!

S = Sleepy sex:

Morning sex is number one of his absolute favorite things. It feels intimate, as if the two of you are the only people in the whole world and, most importantly, it feels safe.

The feeling of you so pliable and soft in his arms, the raspy and quiet noises from you while he gently works you open for him, how warm you feel around his cock when he slipped inside, the feeling of your back against his broad chest— He could go on for hours about why he loves it so much.

T = Top or bottom:

Stone top! He likes the role of caretaker and the general dominance that comes with it.

U = Underwear:

He prefers when you have nothing on, but if he had to pick then he likes silk! Night slips, robes, his own fancy shirts...ect. The fabric feels nice to touch and it won't irritate your skin even if things get a bit heated.

V = Voyeurism:

Letting others watch you? Absolutely not.

Him watching you masturbate however? Whew, the thought alone has him hot and bothered.

W = Wild card: (A personal headcanon that can be considered unexpected)

I don't know if this is unexpected (probably not if you follow me), but I will put it here because of what I've seen around this fandom.

Sylus likes gentle, loving and slow sex. The "violent", aggressive type is just not who he is nor will he bring it to the bedroom. Playing rough and being aggressive are two completely different things, remember that guys!

X = X-Ray:

I ain't doing this LMFAO sorry pookies dick anatomy is not for me. yk, a dick is a dick. Just know it's BIG.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is not overly high or super low. Sylus is a very "go with the flow" kind of guy for these things; If he sees you're in the mood or knows it's a good day for it then he will initiate something.

Z = Zones (His sensitive spot/s)

The middle of his chest where his scar is.

HIS BACK. Literally anywhere you touch him there just goes straight to his cock. Honorable mentions of his lower back and spine!

[yuu-kantokusei]

Happy New Year✨️🎈🎊

Story: Yuu and Grim spend their New Year with each dorm + Ramshackle dorm

Reader is Yuu

TW: none, just wishing a good and healthy year🎉

❤️Heartslabyul🖤

The New Year’s celebration at Heartslabyul was in full swing, and Yuu could hardly believe the amount of effort that had gone into it. The rose garden sparkled with fairy lights, red and white roses seemed to glow in the moonlight, and the long tea table was adorned with an array of pastries, tarts, and steaming teapots. The decorations were pristine, though Yuu suspected they only looked that way because Trey had quietly cleaned up after Ace and Deuce’s haphazard attempts.

“Oi, Yuu, look at this spread!” Grim said, hopping onto the table and sniffing a tart. “This is what I call a feast fit for the Great Grim-sama!”

“Get down before Riddle sees you,” Yuu whispered, quickly pulling Grim back into their lap. “I don’t want to get dragged into another lecture.”

As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, Riddle appeared, straightening his blazer. “I trust everything is in order for the midnight countdown? I expect everyone to behave themselves and follow the rules. This is a formal occasion, after all.”

“Yes, sir!” Deuce said earnestly, while Ace muttered something about it being a party, not a trial.

The evening passed with laughter and games, though not without its share of chaos. Cater had everyone posing for photos, insisting on “just one more” until even Riddle begrudgingly joined in. Grim spent most of the time sneaking treats, though he loudly denied it when Trey caught him with powdered sugar on his nose.

As the clock neared midnight, the group gathered in the garden, bundled in scarves and coats against the winter chill. Sparklers flickered in the dark, their light reflecting in the frost-dusted roses.

“All right, everyone,” Riddle said, his voice firm but softer than usual. “It’s almost time. Let’s make this a New Year’s to remember.”

Yuu glanced at Grim, who had nestled against their side, his tail curling around their arm. “Grim, you ready?”

“Pfft, of course I am! This is gonna be my year,” Grim said, puffing out his chest. “The year Grim-sama rises to greatness!”

As the countdown began, voices overlapping in excitement, Yuu couldn’t help but smile. Being here, with this strange and wonderful group, felt like a gift.

“Happy New Year!"

The garden erupted in cheers as fireworks exploded overhead, painting the sky with bursts of red, gold, and silver. Grim let out a delighted yowl, jumping up to chase a stray spark that flickered down toward the ground.

Riddle, for once, didn’t scold him. Instead, he raised a teacup in a quiet toast. “To a year of success and order,” he said.

“And fun,” Ace added with a grin, dodging a playful punch from Deuce.

Yuu felt a warm glow settle in their chest as they watched their friends bicker, laugh, and celebrate together. The New Year stretched ahead, full of possibilities. Whatever challenges came next, they knew they wouldn’t face them alone.

As the fireworks faded and the group slowly drifted back inside, Grim fell asleep against Yuu’s shoulder, his soft snores blending with the faint hum of lingering magic in the air.

“Happy New Year, Grim,” Yuu whispered, their voice barely audible above the quiet. The little monster only snuggled closer in response, and Yuu couldn’t think of a better way to start the year.

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💛Savanaclaw🖤

The New Year’s celebration at Savanaclaw was unlike anything Yuu had ever experienced before. The dorm was alive with energy, the air filled with the rich scent of grilled meat and the crackling sound of the enormous bonfire that had been built in the center of the courtyard. The fire’s golden light danced across the sandstone walls, casting long shadows that flickered like living beasts.

Yuu stepped into the dorm, Grim perched on their shoulder, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air. "Oh, yeah! This is the place to be for New Year’s!” Grim said, practically drooling as his eyes locked onto the buffet table piled high with roasted meat, steaming bowls of stew, and skewers sizzling over open flames.

“You better not embarrass me,” Yuu muttered, but Grim was already scrambling down and bounding toward the food.

Nearby, Jack was stacking logs by the bonfire, his muscular arms flexing with every movement. He gave Yuu a quick nod as they approached. “Good to see you here. Savanaclaw knows how to celebrate New Year’s the right way.”

“Looks like it,” Yuu replied, watching as a group of students broke into a spirited wrestling match not far from the fire.

“Oi, herbivore,” came a lazy voice from the shadows. Yuu turned to see Leona lounging on a pile of cushions under the shade of a large tent, his golden eyes glinting in the firelight. “Try not to get caught up in the chaos. Savanaclaw’s parties aren’t for the faint of heart.”

“I can handle it,” Yuu replied, crossing their arms.

Leona smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

As the night went on, the celebration grew wilder. The bonfire roared higher, and the students gathered around it, laughing and challenging each other to games of strength and speed.

Jack tried to teach Yuu how to arm-wrestle, but Yuu’s attempts were quickly interrupted by Grim, who declared himself the "strongest beast" and demanded a match with Jack. It ended with Grim flat on his back, his tail twitching indignantly as Jack chuckled.

Meanwhile, Leona watched from his spot, only getting involved when someone dared to challenge him to a game of strategy. He won every time, his smug grin growing wider with each victory.

Grim, determined to prove his worth, entered a tug-of-war contest, gripping a rope with his teeth against a team of Savanaclaw students. Yuu cheered him on, though it ended in comedic disaster when Grim’s tiny legs couldn’t hold up, and he was sent flying into a pile of hay.

As the clock neared midnight, everyone gathered closer to the bonfire. The heat was almost overwhelming, but the energy was infectious.

Leona finally rose from his spot, stretching lazily as he walked toward the fire. His presence commanded attention, and the rowdy group fell silent as he spoke.

“Here’s to another year,” he said, his voice carrying effortlessly. “Another chance to prove we’re the strongest, the smartest, and the ones to beat. Don’t slack off, and don’t waste it.”

A cheer erupted from the crowd as the countdown began. Yuu joined in, the excitement bubbling in their chest as the numbers grew louder.

“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

The roar of voices was matched only by the roar of the bonfire as someone threw another log onto it, sending sparks spiraling into the night sky. The celebration resumed immediately, drums beating in a rhythmic cadence as students danced around the flames.

Grim, perched on Yuu’s shoulder once more, licked a bit of stew off his paw. “Not bad, huh? We fit right in with these guys!”

Yuu laughed, watching the wild revelry unfold. Despite the chaos, the sense of camaraderie was undeniable. This was a place where strength was celebrated, where even the smallest victories mattered.

Leona passed by, his usual smirk softened just slightly. “You survived the night, herbivore. Not bad.”

“Happy New Year to you too, Leona,” Yuu replied, smiling.

As the party raged on into the early hours, Yuu found themselves feeling strangely at home among the howls, laughter, and blazing firelight. Another year had begun, and it was bound to be unforgettable.

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💜Octavinelle🩶

The New Year’s celebration at Octavinelle was unlike any other, a mix of elegance and intrigue that left Yuu wondering what kind of tricks Azul and the twins had up their sleeves. The entrance to the dorm was lit with soft, bioluminescent lights that shimmered like underwater stars, casting the coral-like walls of the dorm in an otherworldly glow.

“Oi, Yuu, you sure this is a party? It looks more like one of Azul’s fancy business meetings,” Grim muttered as they stepped inside.

“I heard that,” came Azul’s smooth voice, his smile sharp as he emerged from behind a nearby pillar. “But rest assured, this is a party. Octavinelle knows how to ring in the New Year with style.”

Grim immediately perked up at the sight of a lavish buffet spread across the central lounge. Trays of fresh seafood, sparkling drinks, and desserts that glittered like gemstones covered the tables. “Now this is more like it!” Grim exclaimed, dashing toward the food.

“Don’t eat too much, or you might find yourself signing a contract,” Yuu warned, earning a laugh from Azul.

“Always so suspicious,” Azul said, adjusting his glasses. “But tonight, I’m simply a host. No contracts, I promise… unless you want one.”

The lounge was transformed into an underwater ballroom, with glassy floors reflecting the soft blue-green lights. Floyd had strung glowing jellyfish decorations from the ceiling, their tendrils swaying gently as if floating in water.

“Isn’t it so pretty, Shrimpy?” Floyd asked, suddenly appearing beside Yuu with his signature grin. “Makes you feel like you’re in the deep sea, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Yuu said, glancing around. “Did you help with this?”

“Nah, I just did the fun parts. Azul did all the boring stuff, like planning.” Floyd leaned closer, his mismatched eyes gleaming. “You gonna dance later? I’ll join if it looks fun.”

Before Yuu could respond, Jade approached, his posture as impeccable as ever. “Now, Floyd, don’t scare our guest. They’ve only just arrived.” He turned to Yuu with a polite smile. “Do let me know if you need anything. Tonight, we aim to ensure all our guests leave with fond memories.”

“Fond memories, huh?” Yuu said with a laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the clock crept toward midnight, the atmosphere in the lounge shifted. Azul stood at the head of the room, raising a glass as the lights dimmed, leaving only the glow of the jellyfish and the soft reflections in the glass walls.

“My dear friends and guests,” Azul began, his voice smooth and commanding, “thank you for joining us tonight. The New Year is a time for opportunity, for growth, and for making dreams come true. Let us toast to a prosperous year ahead.”

The crowd raised their glasses, and the countdown began.

“Ten… nine…”

Yuu glanced around, noting how even Floyd seemed unusually focused, his grin replaced by a curious intensity. Jade stood quietly, his sharp eyes watching everything like a predator waiting for the right moment.

“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

The room erupted in cheers, and the jellyfish decorations lit up brilliantly, their tendrils glowing with a soft golden hue. A gentle mist rolled over the glassy floor, making the entire lounge look like an enchanted underwater realm.

As the festivities continued, Yuu found themselves sitting with Azul at one of the quieter tables. Grim was nearby, fast asleep with a belly full of food, snoring softly.

“Enjoying yourself?” Azul asked, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah, it’s been… magical,” Yuu admitted, looking around at the elegant decorations and the laughing students. “You really know how to throw a party.”

Azul’s smile grew, though it held a hint of his usual cunning. “I’m glad to hear that. Octavinelle prides itself on offering unforgettable experiences.”

Floyd suddenly slid into the seat beside Yuu, his usual energy restored. “Shrimpy, you didn’t even dance! Next time, I’m dragging you out there.”

“Be careful with your ‘dragging,’ Floyd,” Jade said, appearing with a tray of sparkling drinks. “We wouldn’t want to scare them off before next year’s celebration.”

Yuu laughed, feeling oddly at ease despite the chaotic trio. As the party carried on, they couldn’t help but think that celebrating New Year’s in Octavinelle was like stepping into a dream—beautiful, mysterious, and just a little dangerous.

As the lights dimmed and the music softened, Yuu leaned back, watching the glittering room with a content smile. Whatever the new year brought, they were ready.

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❤️Scarabia💛

The New Year’s celebration at Scarabia was a dazzling, sunlit affair that glowed with the warmth and vibrancy of its hosts. As Yuu stepped into the dorm, the rich scent of spiced tea and honeyed pastries wafted through the air, accompanied by the rhythmic beat of drums and the gentle chiming of bells.

The main courtyard had been transformed into a festival of light and color. Golden lanterns swayed gently from the tall palm trees, and colorful carpets covered the sandy ground, creating a space that was both luxurious and inviting.

“Welcome, my friend!” came Kalim’s cheerful voice, cutting through the hum of conversation and music. He bounded over, his smile as bright as the stars above. “I’m so glad you could join us! Tonight’s going to be amazing!”

Before Yuu could respond, Grim let out an excited yowl. “Look at all this food! This is my kinda party!”

Jamil appeared behind Kalim, his expression calm but with a hint of exasperation. “Kalim, maybe let them settle in before overwhelming them.” He turned to Yuu, nodding politely. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Thanks, Jamil,” Yuu said, glancing around. “This is incredible.”

Kalim clapped his hands together. “Then let’s make it a night to remember!”

The evening began with a feast. Long tables were laden with dishes that seemed endless: roasted meats, bowls of vibrant fruits, golden breads drizzled with honey, and desserts spiced with cinnamon and cardamom. Kalim flitted from guest to guest, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves.

“Try this!” Kalim said, handing Yuu a small bowl of something sweet and sticky. “It’s my favorite!”

Grim, meanwhile, had already piled his plate high and was halfway through a mountain of food. “This is paradise,” he said, crumbs flying everywhere.

After the feast, the courtyard came alive with music and dancing. Drummers sat in a circle, their hands moving with practiced precision, while a few students twirled in intricate patterns, their robes catching the firelight.

“Come on, Yuu! Dance with me!” Kalim said, grabbing their hand and pulling them toward the center of the courtyard.

Yuu laughed but didn’t resist, letting Kalim’s infectious energy guide them. Around them, students cheered and clapped to the rhythm, the joy in the air palpable.

Even Jamil, usually so reserved, seemed to relax. He stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint smile on his face as he watched the celebration unfold.

As midnight approached, Kalim led everyone to the highest balcony of Scarabia, where the view stretched out over the golden sands of the desert. The sky was clear, the stars shining brighter than ever.

“Okay, everyone!” Kalim said, his voice full of excitement. “It’s almost time! Let’s make a wish for the new year!”

The crowd grew quiet as the countdown began, voices echoing across the open desert.

“Ten… nine… eight…”

Yuu glanced at Kalim, who was practically bouncing with excitement, and then at Jamil, whose calm gaze softened as he looked out over the horizon.

“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

Cheers erupted, and Kalim threw his arms around Yuu in an exuberant hug. “Happy New Year! I just know this one’s going to be the best yet!”

Fireworks burst into the sky, painting it with shimmering golds, blues, and reds. The colors reflected off the sand, making it look like the desert itself was alight with magic.

As the celebration wound down, Yuu found themselves sitting on a soft carpet near the fire, sipping a cup of spiced tea. Grim was curled up beside them, snoring contentedly with a full belly.

Kalim plopped down next to them, his energy still unflagging. “Wasn’t that amazing? We should do this every year!”

Yuu smiled. “It was perfect. Thanks for inviting us.”

Jamil joined them, holding his own cup of tea. “Kalim may be impulsive, but he does know how to bring people together,” he admitted.

The three of them sat in comfortable silence, watching the last of the fireworks fade into the night. The desert stretched out around them, vast and timeless, a reminder of the adventures yet to come.

As Yuu leaned back against the cushions, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. The new year had begun, and here, under the starlit sky of Scarabia, anything felt possible.

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💜Pomefiore❤️

The New Year’s celebration at Pomefiore was nothing short of extravagant. The dorm, known for its opulence and polished charm, had been transformed into an elegant ballroom of shimmering gold and silver. Long, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting soft glows that sparkled off the sleek marble floors. There was an air of refinement, a sense of quiet but undeniable luxury.

As Yuu entered, they couldn’t help but feel like they’d stepped into a fairy tale. The walls were lined with velvety curtains in shades of lavender and amethyst, and the air was perfumed with the delicate scent of floral arrangements. A string quartet played soft, classical music in the corner, providing the perfect background for the evening’s festivities.

Grim, perched on Yuu’s shoulder, let out an impressed whistle. “Wow, this place looks like a palace! Think they’ll let me eat everything in sight?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Yuu warned, though a smile tugged at their lips.

Before they could go further into the grand hall, a voice as smooth as silk called out to them. “Ah, Yuu, you’ve arrived. Welcome to Pomefiore’s New Year’s gala.”

Yuu turned to see Vil Schoenheit, his presence immediately commanding the room. His elegant attire shimmered under the lights, his silver hair impeccably styled. He gave them a cool, perfect smile. “I trust you’re prepared for a night of refinement?”

“I’m not sure I could ever be as prepared as you,” Yuu said with a laugh, trying not to feel too out of place.

“Don’t worry,” Vil said, with a gracious tilt of his head. “Tonight is for all of us, regardless of rank or appearance. Let’s make it unforgettable, shall we?”

The evening was a whirlwind of luxury. The menu was carefully curated, with fine delicacies laid out on golden platters: foie gras, delicate pastries, and vibrant fruits from across the world. The table stretched endlessly, gleaming in the soft candlelight. Even Grim was caught in a moment of awe, though he couldn’t resist sneaking a bite of a particularly shiny pastry before Yuu could stop him.

“Grim!” Yuu hissed, but Grim only grinned around the food. “What? I’m just enjoying the refined cuisine,” he said, his mouth full.

As the night went on, Pomefiore’s guests mingled, their laughter and chatter soft and refined, fitting the tone of the dorm. Vil moved among the crowd, exchanging words with students, offering quiet compliments, and keeping the atmosphere impeccably elegant. He spoke to each person like they were the most important guest, making everyone feel like they belonged in such a stunning setting.

Yuu, on the other hand, found themselves lost in the glamour of it all. Rook Hunt appeared beside them, his gaze sharp and observant as always. “Ah, mon cher Yuu! I see you are entranced by the beauty of this evening. But one cannot merely admire—one must partake! There are many moments waiting to be captured in this night’s story.”

“I’m not sure if I’m ready for all that,” Yuu chuckled, glancing around. “This is… a lot.”

“But of course! The world of Pomefiore can be overwhelming, but I believe you have the heart of an adventurer. Embrace it! Let us enjoy tonight’s splendor.”

As the clock neared midnight, the lights dimmed, and the guests gathered around a large fountain at the center of the hall. It was decorated with crystal ice sculptures and surrounded by a circle of delicate candles. The air was filled with the soft sound of a string quartet playing a slow, melodic tune.

Vil stood at the front, raising his glass. “To a new year,” he began, his voice steady and commanding. “A year where we all rise to greater heights, where beauty and grace continue to shine in everything we do. Let’s make this year unforgettable.”

Everyone raised their glasses, their expressions solemn, but filled with hope. The countdown began.

“Ten… nine…”

Yuu glanced at Grim, who was standing next to them, nervously eyeing the sparkling drink in front of him. “You’re not planning to drink that, are you?” Yuu asked, though they already knew the answer.

“Who, me? Nah, I’m just admiring it. But if I accidentally spill some…” Grim said with a sly grin.

“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

As the clock struck midnight, fireworks erupted outside the windows, lighting up the night sky with brilliant bursts of color. The guests cheered, their faces illuminated in the reflection of the fireworks. A soft warmth spread through the room, and even Vil allowed himself a rare, genuine smile.

The rest of the evening unfolded in a graceful rhythm. Guests danced slowly to the music, the atmosphere serene and elegant. Rook had already started capturing moments on his camera, whispering quietly about finding the perfect angle.

Yuu, feeling a sense of peace amidst the lavish surroundings, found themselves standing by the fountain with Vil.

“Thank you for letting us be a part of this,” Yuu said, their voice soft but sincere.

Vil looked over at them, his smile a mixture of pride and something gentler. “It was my pleasure. This night was about more than just perfection—it was about celebrating the efforts of everyone here, no matter how small.”

As the night wore on, Yuu found themselves at ease, surrounded by a group of people who valued beauty, elegance, and their own quiet strength. The grand celebration had felt like something out of a dream, and as the final notes of music played, they realized the true gift of the evening was the chance to experience something so rare—an unforgettable New Year, spent with the unforgettable people of Pomefiore.

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💙Ignihyde🖤

The New Year’s celebration at Ignihyde was unlike any other. The dorm, typically dark and quiet, had transformed into a cozy and peculiar space, suited to its inhabitants’ unique charm. The fluorescent lights cast a cool, neon glow over the rooms, giving the atmosphere a digital, almost virtual feel. There were no grand decorations, no lavish feasts—but the sense of camaraderie was there, in its own, understated way.

Yuu entered, Grim on their shoulder, looking around the familiar but surprisingly festive space. Large monitors displayed dynamic, colorful graphics, almost like a tech-themed fireworks show, while soft, ambient music filled the background, perfectly balanced for a calm yet engaging evening.

“Yuu! Grim!” Idia Shroud’s voice echoed from the other side of the room, and Yuu turned to see him sitting at a desk, his face illuminated by the glow of a screen. His usual hoodie was replaced with a slightly fancier version, though it still carried the same signature digital motif. “Come in! It’s time to start the…uh, the celebration!”

“Looks pretty low-key,” Yuu said, taking in the quiet room. There were a few chairs scattered around, and some digital party games set up on various screens. It was clear Idia wasn’t one for grandiose gatherings, but the effort was there.

“I—I tried! I thought maybe a virtual New Year’s event would be cool, so I’ve got a bunch of online games set up for everyone to play together,” Idia explained, fidgeting nervously. “I mean, it’s not like…uh, Pomefiore’s or anything, but I think it’ll be fun!”

Grim sniffed the air and immediately noticed a tray of snacks. “I’m sold. No fancy parties, but the snacks are top-tier!”

Yuu chuckled as Grim bounded over to grab a handful of chips. “Well, you know how to keep Grim happy.”

While most of the dorm’s activities were centered around virtual games, there was an undeniable charm to how things unfolded. Idia introduced the group to a series of multiplayer games, each more ridiculous than the last. Some involved outrageous challenges, others were simple strategy games, but all of them carried Idia’s signature flair for creating unique experiences.

Despite the digital nature of the event, there was something almost personal about it. Idia had carefully chosen each game to ensure everyone could participate without feeling overwhelmed. Even Grim, though clumsy, found himself absorbed in a silly online battle.

“Take that!” Grim yelled, pointing at the screen, where his character was decimating the competition. “I’m invincible!”

Yuu laughed, sitting next to Idia, who was engrossed in his own gaming session. “You really put a lot of effort into this, didn’t you?”

“I guess so,” Idia muttered, his voice slightly embarrassed. “I mean, I didn’t want it to be, like, boring. I know I'm not great at throwing parties in real life, but I can at least set up something fun in the digital world.”

“You’ve done a great job,” Yuu said, genuinely impressed by the thought he’d put into it. “It’s a nice change of pace.”

As midnight approached, the mood shifted. The game paused momentarily, and everyone gathered in front of a large screen where Idia had set up a countdown timer. The numbers ticked down slowly, almost like a ticking clock in an old video game. There was a brief pause before Idia, suddenly realizing it was almost time, quickly scrambled to adjust a few settings.

“Alright! We’re almost there! Time to celebrate!” Idia said, his voice a little shaky, but there was a sparkle of excitement behind it.

Grim let out an exaggerated yawn, rolling over onto the couch. “Ugh, it’s already past midnight? Is this party even real?”

“Grim!” Yuu scolded lightly, but then smiled.

With only moments left, the countdown continued, and the screen filled with bright, digital fireworks. Idia, perhaps realizing he had created the perfect balance of his own personal style, finally allowed himself to relax. The display of colorful pixels on the screen reminded everyone that despite the low-key atmosphere, it was a shared experience.

“Five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

The room was filled with the sound of digital fireworks, and Idia quietly let out a sigh of relief.

“Happy New Year, Yuu… Grim,” he muttered, glancing up from his screen to smile shyly. “Thanks for spending it with me.”

As the digital fireworks faded, the group lingered for a while longer, chatting about their favorite games and laughing at each other’s in-game antics. Idia, still a little socially awkward, seemed at ease, his shoulders relaxed. He had succeeded in making the night memorable—just in his own way.

Yuu leaned back in their chair, content, watching the digital world they had all entered. It may not have been the most traditional New Year’s celebration, but it was still meaningful. A quiet, digital kind of joy surrounded them, the perfect blend of gaming and companionship.

“Best New Year’s party ever,” Grim muttered from the couch, already half-asleep from all the excitement.

Idia’s face flushed slightly at the compliment. “Thanks, Grim…” He paused for a moment before adding, “Next year, I’ll make it even better. Maybe with VR, and… oh, I could probably add a few more mini-games too!”

Yuu chuckled softly, glancing at Idia, who was now enthusiastically brainstorming ideas. They couldn't help but smile, realizing that despite his quirky, introverted nature, Idia had created something truly special.

The night was winding down, but the warmth of the celebration lingered in the air. And as Yuu looked around at their friends in Ignihyde, they couldn’t help but feel that the New Year had arrived in its own, perfectly imperfect way.

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💚Diasomnia🖤

The New Year’s celebration at Diasomnia was unlike any other. The ancient, mysterious dorm, draped in deep shades of violet and black, carried an aura of quiet grandeur. The towering stone walls, adorned with arcane symbols, seemed to hum with magic. Outside, the night was clear, the stars above casting a serene glow over the quiet expanse of the forest. The air in the dorm was cool and crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and earth, and the atmosphere was more subdued than the boisterous celebrations at other dorms.

Yuu stepped through the heavy, ornate doors, feeling the weight of the space. The grand hall was lit with soft, flickering candlelight that illuminated the elegant, gothic architecture. The space was almost otherworldly, filled with rich tapestries depicting ancient dragons, fey creatures, and legendary battles.

Grim, perched on Yuu’s shoulder, let out a low whistle. “This place is kinda creepy, huh? But also… kinda cool.”

“Definitely a lot quieter than the others,” Yuu said, scanning the room.

Just as they stepped further into the hall, a figure appeared from the shadows. Malleus Draconia, the dorm leader, stood tall with an air of quiet authority. His deep green eyes glinted in the candlelight, and his dark, regal attire seemed to blend seamlessly with the atmosphere around him. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he approached.

“Ah, Yuu. Grim,” Malleus greeted in his usual low, commanding voice. “Welcome to our humble celebration. It’s good to see you here.”

Yuu smiled warmly, though they couldn’t help but feel a little out of place in the grand and mysterious surroundings. “Thanks for inviting us. It’s beautiful in here.”

“We may not have the grandiose parties of other dorms, but I believe we can find joy in quieter moments,” Malleus replied, his gaze steady and sincere. “Tonight, we shall celebrate the passing of the old year in our own way.”

The gathering in Diasomnia was intimate, with only a few familiar faces present. The table was set with simple, elegant dishes—dark bread, rich cheeses, and roasted meats, complemented by chilled wines and herbal teas. A small group of students sat nearby, enjoying the subdued conversation, while the room’s serene ambiance allowed them to feel comfortable in each other’s presence.

As the evening wore on, Malleus remained a composed figure in the room, exchanging quiet words with those who spoke to him. Lilia Vanrouge, on the other hand, was far more animated, though his lively energy still carried an eerie sense of mischief. His laughter echoed off the stone walls as he interacted with everyone, occasionally darting between guests like a playful shadow.

“You two finally made it! I thought you’d be lost in the forest on your way here,” Lilia teased, his sharp eyes glinting as he approached Yuu and Grim.

“We got here just fine,” Yuu replied with a chuckle. “The path was a little dark, though.”

“It’s always dark around here,” Grim muttered. “Everything feels like it’s from some creepy fairytale.”

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?” Lilia grinned. “The world outside may be bright and loud, but here, we can enjoy the silence and find peace in the quiet.”

As the night deepened, the members of Diasomnia shared quiet stories of the past—tales of dragons, forgotten kings, and ancient magic. Malleus spoke sparingly, but when he did, the others listened intently. His words carried weight, as if his very presence commanded attention.

As midnight approached, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The sounds of soft conversations faded, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. Malleus stood by the grand fireplace, his silhouette outlined by the flickering flames.

Yuu, who had been admiring the view through the large, arched windows, turned back to find Lilia next to them. “You seem a little… out of place. Not used to the quiet?”

Yuu shrugged, a little embarrassed. ���It’s different. But in a good way. It’s nice to slow down for a change.”

Lilia smiled knowingly. “That’s what this night is about, after all—reflection, renewal. The year has passed, and the future lies ahead. It’s important to remember both the calm and the storm, for they shape who we are.”

As the clock neared midnight, the room fell still, everyone gathering in a quiet circle. Malleus raised a glass, his deep voice breaking the silence.

“May this new year bring prosperity to us all, and may the strength of the old ways guide us forward. Let us raise our glasses to the passing year and the promise of the future.”

The clock struck midnight. The room was filled with the soft clink of glasses as they toasted, and outside, a series of ethereal lights began to flicker across the sky. The stars above seemed to shine brighter than before, and the forest around Diasomnia shimmered with a subtle, magical glow.

As the night continued, Yuu found themselves at the edge of the grand hall, looking out through the open doors at the snow-covered trees and the flickering lights in the distance. It was as if the entire world had paused for a moment, offering them a chance to simply exist in the stillness.

Lilia appeared beside them, his voice soft. “It’s rare to see this kind of peace in our lives, isn’t it? We live so fast, chasing after the next thing. But sometimes, you need to pause and just breathe.”

Yuu nodded, the weight of the evening settling around them. “I think I understand now. It’s not about the noise or the big celebrations. It’s about finding the beauty in the quiet moments, too.”

The two stood there in companionable silence, watching the world outside. Malleus eventually joined them, his presence calming and steady. “The year is a cycle, Yuu. A beginning and an end, like the turning of a wheel. Let us cherish both moments, for each is fleeting.”

Yuu smiled, grateful for the quiet wisdom that came from the people of Diasomnia. The New Year had arrived, not with fanfare or fireworks, but with the peaceful embrace of time itself. In the heart of the forest, surrounded by ancient magic, Yuu felt like they had found something far more valuable than mere celebration—they had found a sense of belonging.

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🤎Ramshackle🖤

The New Year’s Eve celebration at Ramshackle Dorm was unlike anything Yuu had ever experienced. It wasn’t glamorous or flashy like the parties at the other dorms, nor was it as quiet and mysterious as the one in Diasomnia. Instead, the evening was filled with a peculiar charm—a mixture of ghostly antics, eerie laughter, and an atmosphere that could only be described as “comfortably chaotic.”

Yuu walked through the crooked halls of the dorm, which, despite its disarray, had a certain warmth to it. The cobwebs on the ceilings and the creaking floorboards were familiar now, and the flickering candles and broken chandeliers only added to the odd coziness of the place.

“Looks like the place is ready for something,” Yuu muttered, adjusting the collar of their jacket as they glanced around.

Grim, perched on Yuu’s shoulder, squinted suspiciously at the dim-lit corners. “You sure it’s safe? I’m starting to think those ghosts are up to something.”

“I don’t think they’d hurt us,” Yuu replied with a half-smile. “But let’s keep an eye out just in case.”

Just as Yuu was about to head further into the building, they were greeted by a faint, soft giggle. The sound echoed through the hall, and before they could react, a faint, translucent figure appeared before them.

“Oh! You’re here!” Spade, one of the friendly ghosts, floated up excitedly, his translucent body shimmering in the candlelight. “We were just waiting for you. We’ve got the best plans for tonight!”

Yuu raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly. “Plans? You mean the ghosts have plans for the New Year?”

“Well, not exactly the normal plans,” Spade giggled mischievously. “But it’ll be fun! We’ll have games, some stories, and a little bit of spooky fun to welcome the new year! You’ll see!”

As the evening progressed, Yuu found themselves swept up in the strange and whimsical festivities organized by the ghosts of Ramshackle Dorm. It wasn’t a grand banquet or a glamorous ball, but the night had a distinct charm. The ghosts were quite the hosts, although their way of celebrating was... well, unorthodox.

There were haunting games—one involved bobbing for apples that turned out to be more challenging than expected, as they floated just out of reach, taunting Yuu and Grim. Another game had them trying to solve riddles posed by the resident ghost, Ace, who loved to pop up unexpectedly and demand an answer to some eerie puzzle. His voice echoed and changed pitch as it bounced off the walls, giving an unsettling effect to his otherwise playful tone.

“We have to figure out who is the quickest at finding the haunted objects hidden around the dorm,” Ace said, floating upside-down in front of them, his ghostly form twisting and turning in the air. “First one to find the cursed mirror wins!”

Grim jumped to his feet, eyes wide. “A cursed mirror? That sounds like a trap!”

Yuu couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s probably just an old mirror. Let’s just go with it.”

As the night wore on, the ghostly games got stranger and stranger, but they never lost their appeal. There was dancing, though it wasn’t quite what you’d expect. The ghosts floated around, creating ethereal patterns in the air, while Yuu and Grim attempted a few wobbly steps, trying to mimic the movements.

Laughter echoed through the halls, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Yuu felt genuinely at ease in the odd, haunting dorm. Even the creaky floors seemed to welcome them, rather than be a nuisance.

The final moments of the year approached, and the ghosts seemed to grow more animated. Grim, who had been getting more into the spirit of things (and more than a little excited about the ghost-themed treats), was bouncing around, yelling out to anyone who would listen.

“Midnight’s coming! Midnight’s coming! What happens when it strikes?” Grim demanded, looking between the others as if expecting them to know.

“Relax, Grim. It’s not like there’s a curse tied to it,” Yuu said, though they were just a little nervous themselves.

The main gathering area was bathed in soft, flickering candlelight as everyone prepared for the midnight countdown. The ghosts, all gathered in a circle, held their hands—translucent or otherwise—together.

“Ten... nine...”

As the countdown continued, the atmosphere shifted. Despite the mischief and lighthearted pranks, there was a palpable sense of anticipation. The ghosts were just as excited as anyone else for the new year. Their giggles faded into soft murmurs, their eyes glowing with a mix of excitement and something deeper—a hope that the year to come would be one filled with new memories.

“Three... two... one... Happy New Year!”

At the stroke of midnight, an eerie but warm mist filled the room. The lights from the candles flickered brightly, casting a soft glow around everyone. A strange, magical sound, like a chorus of voices whispering in the wind, filled the space. The ghosts cheered, floating in circles, as fireworks without the usual noise erupted outside, casting a soft, glittering light through the windows.

Grim, looking up at the fireworks, beamed. “Now this is what I’m talking about!”

Yuu smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. It wasn’t the most conventional New Year’s celebration, but it was filled with something even more precious: the laughter and joy of friends, old and new. The ghosts of Ramshackle, in all their otherworldly eccentricities, had made sure the night was one Yuu would never forget.

As the final sparkles of the magical fireworks faded, the ghosts of Ramshackle Dorm returned to their usual ethereal, almost sleepy selves. The night was winding down, but the echoes of the evening’s fun lingered in the air.

Spade floated up to Yuu and Grim, a grin wide on his face. “Did you enjoy our celebration? It may not have been as flashy as the others, but we sure know how to throw a spooky, fun party!”

“It was… definitely something else,” Yuu said, glancing at Grim, who was still nibbling on ghostly sweets that had appeared out of nowhere.

“You can say that again!” Grim added with a grin, wiping his mouth. “Best food and the spookiest fireworks!”

Laughter filled the room once more, and as the clock ticked away the final moments of the night, Yuu realized that the ghosts had given them a gift that couldn’t be replicated—memories forged in an unforgettable, hauntingly joyful New Year’s celebration. In the end, they didn’t need all the glitz and glamour. The eerie charm of Ramshackle Dorm was all they needed to welcome the new year with a heart full of warmth and laughter.

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ you can't seem to accept the fact your boyfriend, rafe, wants to spoil you.

warnings — none, really! softie rafe + rafe being a good boyfriend.

cherie's note — my first sfw posted! thank you for all the love, cuties. ˙ᵕ˙

this was unfamiliar territory for rafe—having a girl he desperately adored who didn’t ask for things? that didn’t exist on kildare. not until he met you. so shy and timid, even when he offered—even when he insisted—you’d shake your head and refuse. it was frustrating, honestly. he loved the way your eyes lit up with excitement when you got a surprise, the way your delicate fingers unwrapped the ribbons on gift boxes, and how you’d pepper his face with kisses before snuggling into him after receiving something you’d wanted. your happiness felt like a reward for him too.

“i can buy it for you,” he murmured, his lips curving into a soft smile as his hands rested lightly on your waist. you’d been staring at a pair of black, clunky mary-jane shoes on your laptop for so long it was as though you might burn a hole through the screen. that laptop, of course, was something rafe had already bought for you, much to your protests. he’d hated the inconvenience of you dragging your old one back and forth whenever you stayed over, so in his mind, the solution had been obvious: your own laptop for his house.

you shook your head, quickly clicking away from the page as his head dipped, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “no, i was just looking.”

“come on, pretty girl,” he coaxed, his warm breath brushing against your skin. his hands started to roam, gentle but firm, exploring the curves of your body with the kind of reverence that always made your heart flutter. “you’ve gotta let me spoil you a little. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t?”

the guilt hit you immediately, settling like a stone in your stomach. you knew rafe had money—he’d mentioned buying his own place in kildare, the once-lively family home now a ghostly relic of the past. he’d talked about locking away most of his inheritance for the future, investing it smartly. you knew he could afford things like this without a second thought, but it didn’t stop you from feeling bad about accepting his generosity.

“‘s’okay, rafe,” you said with a small smile, tilting your head just enough to press a kiss to his temple. his sigh was heavy as he reluctantly let go of you, lingering close, his sharp blue eyes watching you with a mix of frustration and fondness. you were so stubborn sometimes, and he didn’t know what he was going to do with you.

“i’d feel bad, anyway,” you added softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

his brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in his expression. it was rare for you to vocalize these thoughts, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. feel bad? about what? his hands cupped your warm, blushing cheeks, his thumbs brushing gently over your skin as he studied you. the redness blooming there made him smile despite himself. “baby,” he said, his voice soft and steady, “i could buy you hundreds of those shoes, and it wouldn’t even make a dent. if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

your lips formed the smallest pout, and he couldn’t help but grin. that look of yours—so sweet, so innocent—always worked against him. anytime you wanted something, all it took was a little pout like that, and he was done for.

“it’s your money, rafe,” you replied quietly.

“i know, sweet girl,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. the nervousness you often felt in moments like this melted away under the intensity of his eyes. “but i want you to feel special too. i’ve got plenty, trust me.”

before you could respond, he was already digging into his pocket, that familiar mischievous grin spreading across his face. your heart skipped a beat when he pulled out a small, soft velvet pouch. “besides,” he said, his voice tinged with excitement, “i already bought you something.”

the diamond necklace he revealed shimmered as sunlight caught it, the intricate detail immediately taking your breath away. it was stunning, and you didn’t even want to imagine how much it had cost.

“rafe…” you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of awe and exasperation.

“turn around, pretty,” he instructed, his tone gentle but firm. you obeyed, your back pressing against his chest as he clasped the necklace around your neck. the delicate chain settled perfectly, the small diamond-studded “r” pendant resting just above the curve of your chest. he took a moment to admire how it looked on you, sneaking a quick glance downward that made him bite his lip in approval.

“it’s beautiful,” you breathed, your fingers brushing over the pendant. “i love it, rafe. thank you.”

you knew, deep down, that there was no point in protesting anymore. rafe was going to spoil you no matter how much you tried to fight it. you turned to him, pressing your lips to his in a tender, lingering kiss. his hands found your waist again, pulling you closer, and for a moment, it felt like the two of you had been perfectly crafted for each other, made to fit in ways that satisfied every corner of your hearts. you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten so lucky.

when the kiss broke, he pressed his lips to your forehead, his arms wrapping firmly around you. “now,” he murmured, his voice laced with that same mischievous warmth, “put those shoes back in your cart. i’m buying them for you.”

[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 31 ~ Costume

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan really likes your costume.

A/N: We started Kinktober with Logan and we're ending it with him. Happy Halloween and I hope you all enjoy!

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Kinktober '24 Masterlist

“What…is that?”

You look down at yourself, a little confused. “What? It's my costume.”

Logan focused on the tight, black leather suit you were wearing. The collar popping out along your neck. A zipper in the front of your cleavage. With yellow accents along it that really reminding him of his early X-Men days. “Wade told me you wore something like this when you first started. And I wanted to match with you…”

He motioned to his yellow and blue suit, “Sweetheart, I didn't even try.”

“Yeah, I know.” You shook your head. Logan would feel some type of way at your disdain, but he’s too focused on your suit. How it filled out your body very well.

“Just ignore pumpkin.” Wade commented, admiring you while dressed in his suit. Paired with a pink tutu and a tiara. “I think you look fantastic. Perhaps identical to our grumpy fella.”

“Aww, thanks.”

Logan grumbled, “Let’s just go.”

All of you were going to a Halloween costume party at a bar. Everyone dressed in various costume, drinking drinks that were half priced. Logan’s kind of scene, besides the goofy costumes. You were obviously excited, mingling with everyone at the party. Everyone complimenting on your costume. You pulling out your fake blades and impersonating your best Wolverine stance.

If it was anyone else, he’d think it was fucking corny. But this was you, his lover.

Who looked so damn good in that suit. Your curves highlighted for him to see. Well, not just him. Logan noticed others in the bar checking you out, eyes going up and down at your figure. Now, going to this party was a mistake. As always, you wanted him to behave, not start any fights that involved you taking cover somewhere. Good thing he had a handle on his strength. Otherwise the beer bottle in his hand would’ve shattered.

“I think this costume is too tight…” You sighed, snuggling beside him. “I can barely pull the zipper up past my chest.”

Logan felt the bottle crack. “Really? You’re usually good about your sizes.”

“I am. I told Wade what size to get when he said he was going to order it for me.”

“…you let Wade order your suit?”

“Yeah? He offered. He said he was getting Vanessa’s fairy costume at the same place-oh my god.” Suddenly, you got shy, your face buried in his neck. Logan’s arm around your waist got tighter as he comforted you. “No wonder some people were staring at me.”

He scowled at said patrons who immediately pretended to go back to conversing. “It’s okay, sugar. This is just a reminder to watch that asshole when you ask him things.”

You shrugged and Logan grimaced. He wasn’t a fan of you getting like this, having a sense that everyone was watching you.

“Hey,” He made you look up at him, “did I tell you how fucking sexy you look in that costume?”

You clicked your teeth, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you do. I wanted to rip that off of you and say fuck this party.” Logan admired your outfit once more, squeezing your side. “Actually, I still do.”

You lean forward, your eyes lowered as you scan his body. “Is that so?”

“You know it.”

“The party will keep going for a few more hours…” Your hands trail from his forearm, up to his bicep. “And Wade drove…”

Logan growled, pulled you close. “Just say where.”

You two did your best to disappear from the party, going to the backseat of the rental car. Your lips immediately on Logan’s before he could close the door. The kiss hot, heavy as you two tried to pull off each other’s costumes. Or at least enough to get to the important parts.

When you zip down your suit, the zipper stopping at your stomach, Logan went directly to your breasts held up by your bra. He had enough for him to mouth at your chest. Him kissing along the cups of your black bra while you grinded against his crotch. The tent in his suit prominent.

You clutched the ends of his mask while he gripped your thighs, squeezing them to increase the pace of your hips. His own matching the rhythm of yours. Your breaths mixing as your tongues collided once more, tasting hints of the drinks you two had. Logan didn’t give a damn if the car was shaking from your movements.

“Fuck me…” He felt cum leaking from his tip, “You gonna make me cum if you…”

Your mouth pressed along his once more, clearly not caring. Not when his covered cock was rubbing along your suit, managing to hit your clothed clit. Logan groans in your mouth as he can smell you, the grip on your thighs getting strong.

“Keep going…just like that…” You’re practically bouncing on him, starting to get incoherent. You don’t even care when he pulls down your bra cups, latching on to your nipple, pinching the other. He smirked when you cry out. The motion of your hips get sloppy, grinding along his cock to keep hitting that spot.

Logan knows your pussy was soaking your pretty panties. He didn’t get a chance to see them while you two were getting dressed, but he bets they match the cute bra you have on. The one he’s ruining to get more access to your skin. He’s so tempted to cut them off, but you don’t like when he cuts off your clothes.

Instead he goes through your suit, feeling the warmth of your bare skin. Logan decided to reach down, going under your lacey underwear to feel your plump bottom. You gasp, reaching under his mask to grip the nape of his neck.

A corral of moans and groaning fill the car. The friction of your covered pussy along his suit made Logan’s cock throb. Your moans increase in pitch, head thrown back when you shout to the car roof. Your body tense and trembling against him. He shuddered, not stopping his grinding as he was close. Logan’s muscles tensed when he orgasms, holding you close while cum stained his boxers.

He wanted to come inside you, but the night wasn’t over yet. He’ll save that when he has you in his bed. You give him one last kiss, pulling down his mask to dishevel his hair.

“You know, they’re gonna know we fooled around in the car.”

You move on to his face, leaving little kisses. “It’s Halloween. They’ll be fine.”

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[borathae]

It's Gonna Be Okay | MYG x f.Reader

“Life’s gonna be okay as long as you have Yoongi by your side.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: she struggles with her people pleasing tendencies, and he is there for her, this is honestly so comforting, i wrote this solely for me bahahaha

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: i'm such a people pleaser and it's gonna be death of me one day JFJADFJ i wrote this because i was struggling with something and i needed my comfort boongie to tell me that everything is gonna be okay again. i could have kept this private but i wanted to share it with you besties just in case somebody needs to hear the same things <3 if i can comfort only one person with this story, i'm already happy 🧡

You are feeling anxious. To the point where you are pacing and biting your nails. You have a problem and it’s really ruining your quality of life. And you know the only thing which will help. Your boyfriend.

Yoongi, said boyfriend, is currently in the garden, taking care of the lawn.

“My love?”

“Yes, princess?” He sets the scythe aside, giving you his full attention.

“Can I talk to you? I’m struggling with something right now and I can’t handle it alone.”

“Of course you can talk to me. What’s wrong, my love?” He instantly agrees, dropping the scythe and his gloves.

“Can I get a hug first?”

“Of course. Come here.”

He closes the distance to give you a hug.

He is hot and sweaty from working outside in the sun, but you don’t really mind. His hug feels so good.

“Is this helping?”

“Yeah, thank you. You’re so warm.”

“I know, sorry. I’m sweating, it’s disgusting.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind your sweat.”

“You’re weird.”

You snicker, snuggling closer. Yoongi chuckles, petting the back of your head.

“Can you really squeeze me just once? Like, really really hard?”

Yoongi listens, squeezing you in his strong arms and against his chest. Not hard enough to hurt you, but still with enough strength that you feel the pressure. It squeezes a sound of relief out of you.

“Harder.”

He increases the pressure.

“Wow, yes.”

Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels very needed right now and this is a nice feeling to experience. Especially when he knows that he is useful for you, his beloved princess.

You exhale deeply, “okay, I’m good. Thank you. You can step back now.”

“Okay, princess.”

He kisses your cheek before stepping back. He keeps contact with you by rubbing your upper arms and giving you eye contact.

“Thank you. You just changed me.”

He chuckles, “whenever you need it again.”

“Yeah, thankies. Can I tell you my problem now?”

“Of course, tell me.”

“Can we walk? I can’t stay still.”

“Sure. Let’s walk. It’s perfect weather for a walk.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to hold hands?”

“Yes, so much.”

So you and he hold hands, wandering through the big garden side by side.

“Now tell me.”

“I’m literally so stressed out. I don’t know what to do. You know the magic convention in Belgium I got an invitation for?”

“I do. Yeah. You are very excited for it.”

“Okay so, you know how I wanted to meet up with someone there?”

“Yes.”

“Cool okay. Now I’m literally losing my mind because the one witch coven goes to it too and they asked if we should drive there together and I said yes. And now they want to book an apartment together too, but I already planned to book the other one.”

“Oh no.”

“It’s stressing me out because now I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck it up. The coven said that they will share an apartment which means no privacy for me.”

“A fucking nightmare.”

“It’s the worst thing ever. But I’m scared that I will fuck it up with the coven if I only drive with them but not stay in the apartment.”

“I see.”

“Another thing. The coven already talked about getting no sleep and partying all four days. And this makes me want to cry.”

“So why are you even considering this option?”

“Because I’m scared that they’re gonna think of me badly because I only drive with them but don’t stay at the same place. And because I want to meet other people too. I just don’t wanna be seen as an ass or disappoint them.”

“And why should you compromise your boundaries and comfort like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure that anyone in the coven wouldn’t feel bad for meeting other people at the convention. They would also book a private room if they felt like it. You don’t have to feel bad for doing normal adult stuff.”

“But I-”

“No buts, my love, making yourself palpable to other people shouldn’t mean at the cost of your own comfort. You said that the apartment situation would be a nightmare for you and you’re allowed to make this trip comfortable for you.”

“You think so? What if people don’t get it?”

“Then they don’t get it and they can get fucked. Your comfort matters, my love. Do what makes you most comfortable and which makes you look forward to this trip rather than tread it.”

“So it doesn’t make me a bad person?”

“Not at all. It makes you a person with boundaries and if anyone can’t respect that, they’re showing their true face and you can be glad.”

“Because I can cut them out of my life?”

“Exactly. Because you can remove them from your life. People who respect you, will also respect your boundaries and your decisions. Anyone else?”

“Can get fucked.”

“Exactly. Good job, princess. I’m proud of you.”

You giggle, hugging his waist. He stops and hugs you back, rubbing your back slowly.

“Thank you for saying this and for helping me. It’s so stupid but even now I only feel confident in my decision because you told me that I’m allowed to. Why am I like this? Why do I need to hear that it’s okay to do something before I do it?”

“Because you were constantly forced to regulate your parents’ emotions at the price of pushing your own down.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to go this deep.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right.”

“If it helps, I’m officially giving you permission to do whatever makes you most comfortable from now on and to always fight for your boundaries.”

You smile, “yeah, it helps. Thank you for being so patient with me and for always saying the right things.”

“I love you, princess. I’ll always be patient with you. And for the right thing? I try to bullshit until I get it right.”

He is being funny right now in hopes of making you laugh and it works. You laugh. Yoongi laughs with you, cradling your cheek.

“I like your bullshit. It’s very great.”

“Thanks. I try.”

You lean into his touch, eyes softening.

“And I like you. So much.”

“I like you too, my princess.”

“I want to kiss your lips. Can I?”

He gives you his answer by closing the distance for a gentle kiss. You deepen it just a little by giving his lower lip a soft suck. One he really enjoys with a throaty purr and his thumb caressing your cheek.

You truly charm him by tugging on his lower lip as you break the kiss. His eyes are soft and completely enamored by you.

“This was nice”, he whispers.

“It was.” You caress his cheeks. “You’re so handsome.”

“Thank you. You’re beautiful.”

“Heh. Yoongi, can we walk some more or do you have to get back to your lawn?”

“No, we can walk.”

You and he hold hands.

“I have another question.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you sometimes compromise your boundaries for me?”

“I wouldn’t say so. I like to push my boundaries with you because you make me feel safe and I can grow this way. You know how closed up I was at first, how I didn’t even wanna be touched or looked at. So I definitely pushed them as far as intimacy is concerned, but I did it willingly and because I wanted to feel better.”

“I see.”

“Why?”

“No, just so. I don’t know. I think I’m feeling insecure. I got scared that you only agree to my walks or kisses to please me.”

“That’s not true. I agree to them because they make you happy and they make me happy too. I wanna spend time with you and kiss you. It’s important to me.”

You exhale deeply, “thank you. For being patient.”

“Don’t thank me. You were patient with me too when I was still weird about sex or even cuddles.”

“Of course I was. You’re my love and I want you to be comfortable.”

“I feel the same about you.”

You look at him as if he was your entire world and Yoongi reciprocates it.

“Come here”, he says because he knows instinctively what you crave the most right now. You sink into his embrace, hugging him tightly. It will always be okay again with Yoongi by your side.

[fairyhaos]

◈ love of my life // yoon jeonghan

jeonghan x gn!reader, 2k+ words

tags: technically requested by lots of people bc everyone wants jeonghan fluff, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, crack, mutual pining, almost-confessions

warnings: light swearing

summary: in which your relationship with jeonghan isn't exactly platonic and isn't exactly romantic... but rather, it's a secret third thing.

It has to be at least two in the morning when Jeonghan's ringtone blares throughout his bedroom, and he rolls over with a groan, grappling blindly at his nightstand before finding his phone and pressing it against his cheek. 

“Who is this and what do you want?”

“Jeonghan, let's go on a date.”

He recognises your voice in an instant, even in his half-asleep state, and he huffs a laugh, flopping back against the pillows and rubbing his eyes. 

“Gee, at least ask me when it's not ass o'clock in the morning, won't you?”

“No, no, this only works if you get up right now,” you say. “Come on, Jeonghan, just go on a date with me. Right at this very moment.”

Jeonghan rubs his eyes, before taking his phone away from his cheek and peering at the screen so he can read the time. “See, you’re not presenting a very good argument,” he says, once he’s put the phone against his ear again. It’s almost three in the morning. What are you thinking? “I don’t wanna date you that much.”

You make a sad sound on the other end of the phone. “What will it take to get you out of the house?”

“Wire me an obscene amount of money right now and I’ll think about it.”

There’s a pause.

“No. Best I can offer is a pretty please.”

Jeonghan can’t help smiling at your dry tone, and he rubs his eyes once again with a yawn. “Fine. I guess I can’t expect anything better from you, anyway.” He can almost see you biting your lip in annoyance, wanting to quip something witty back at him but also wanting to keep quiet so he’ll actually come. 

“You know me so well.”

“Yes I do,” Jeonghan teases, and groggily hauls himself out of bed. “I’ll be ready in ten. Where do you want me to go?”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll pick you up,” you say, suddenly sounding excited. “Just wait for me and I’ll come over to take you out.”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”

You laugh, bright and happy, like it’s not two in the morning and you’ve asked your best friend to go on a date with you. Jeonghan can’t help but smile again, even as he grapples blindly through his dark room to find some clothes.

“Don’t worry. It’s a promise.”

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Jeonghan is, admittedly, more than a little confused when you just take him to the nearest playground.

Sure, maybe this entire thing is weird—you calling him up during ridiculous hours of the morning to “go on a date” is definitely not something you’ve done before—but that’s just the kind of friendship he and you have. 

It’s like how, last year, he spent an entire month calling you increasingly ridiculous pet names, ranging from “beloved” to “honey butter snuggles bunny bear”, and purposefully took you out to public cafes and restaurants to test them out for everyone to see and hear, preventing you from punching him as hard as he probably deserved. 

So this is, like, nothing new. Just a funny and silly thing the two of you do, because you've known each other for the whole of your lives, and when it comes to the way your relationship works, the lines separating “platonic” and “romantic” have always been curiously nonexistent. 

It doesn’t mean anything. It’s never meant to mean anything.

But sometimes, sometimes, it feels like it should.

“I think I’m going to end up alone forever,” you say abruptly, and Jeonghan looks over at you in surprise. You’re sitting on the swings next to him, dragging yourself back and forth as you look up at the sky. There’s nothing to see up there, with the clouds obscuring any moonlight, so it's obvious that you're just looking away so he can't see your face. 

It's so quiet; Jeonghan didn't realise that the world could be this quiet at 2 in the morning, and it makes your words echo extra loud into the abyss, before they're swallowed by the darkness. 

Jeonghan shrugs. “Maybe you will.”

Instantly, you're leaning over to swat him on the arm, and he laughs. 

“Asshole,” you say, but there's no venom in your voice, even as you level him with a glare. “You're really no help. I'm trying to unload all my deepest fears for you, here, practically begging you to reassure me, and yet all you can do is be mean.”

“You said one thing,” Jeonghan points out. “I don't think that counts as unloading all your deepest fears.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it's my only deepest fear.”

“Why are you unloading your deepest fear on me?” Jeonghan asks, kicking his legs out in front of him. “We're on a date. Our first date, mind you, so this hardly seems appropriate.”

“Asshole,” you say again, but like before, the word has no bite. You glance over at him, before realising that he's looking at you, and then quickly raise your gaze to the sky. “I'm being serious about this, you know.”

Jeonghan says nothing for a long moment. Watches the way the pale light from a nearby lamppost gives you an unearthly, almost otherworldly glow. 

“I'm being serious too,” he decides to say, looking up at the cloudy sky with you. “You shouldn't be saying that stuff on a first date. Kinda makes it sound like you don't think things will work out between us, you know?”

You huff a confused laugh, looking over at him again. “Jeonghan, wha—?”

“And maybe you will end up alone,” he carries on, thoughtfully, as if he's talking to himself, forgetting that you're sitting there too. “But maybe you won't. I think you probably won't. And even if you do, it's fine, because I'll still be with you.”

It's a painfully vulnerable thing to say, made doubly so by the quietness of the night. Like a love confession, almost. Except it's not, because he's not in love with you. 

He isn't. 

“That's really sweet,” you say, almost begrudgingly, as if it pains you to admit that Jeonghan actually said something nice, and he laughs. “Though wrong. If you’re with me, then I'm not alone, am I?”

“Oh, I see. When you said alone, you meant in general. I thought you meant, like, romantically.”

“Well, maybe. But maybe I also meant overall,” you shrug. “I didn't think you'd want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

Jeonghan swallows, tilts back on the swings, head still raised to look at the sky. “I want to spend every life with you.”

You look away from the sky at his words, turning to face him in surprise. The echoes of what he’d just said were already fading away, muffled and pressed into the velvet dark of the night, but the surprisingly soft air that followed in its wake still remained.

 Now, he's the one avoiding your gaze, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the shapeless, misty blur of clouds above him so he doesn’t have to look at you. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you tilt your head, and smile. 

“Oh, look at you, you sap,” you say, bright and teasing. “Face it, you like being with me. Oh! I bet you're in love with me, seeing as how you agreed to date me and everything! Isn't that right, Jeonghan? You love me.”

Jeonghan pulls a face, and you burst into laughter, so ridiculously loud and happy even though it's two in the morning and the whole playground is silent, the sound of your happiness ringing against the cool air of the night. He can't help but look at you then, exasperated and fond, shaking his head as you grip the swing chains and sway back and forth, still giggling to yourself. 

He sniffs, feigning annoyance as he leans to the side, making a dramatic show of pulling his swing away from you. 

“This isn't a real date. I could never date you.” He scrunches his face in faux disgust for good measure, and you laugh again, rolling your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. And yet you still came out when I called, didn't you?” you tease, smiling widely, and Jeonghan has to admit that you're right. He's here because you asked him to be here. He’s here for you.

Hm. This was getting weirdly soul-baringly truthful for what he’d thought would be a silly little hangout in the middle of the night.

“Next time you call me at 2am, I’m blocking you forever,” he says dryly, giving you an exaggerated look of disdain just so he can revel in the laugh that it pulls out of you.

“No you won’t,” you say cheerily. “Because you looove me.”

“Um, lies.”

“No lies. You literally love me so much.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do. You do, you do, you do, you’re actually genuinely in love with me and there’s nothing you can do to deny it, because it’s so obvious that I’m literally the love of your l—”

Jeonghan makes a clicking sound with his tongue and leans over to shove your arm, causing you to swing to the side as you cackle with delight at his reaction. He glares at you, again, sighing with exasperation as you continue to laugh.

“Yes, yes, I love you, just as much as you love me. Now if we’re not actually doing anything of importance, then can I go home?”

“What?” you say indignantly. “Of course not! If I can’t sleep, then that means you’re not allowed to sleep either.”

“I knew it. You called me out here because you couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Duh. Now come and push my swing, will you?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and stands up from his swing, groaning and holding his knees like he’s some kind of grumpy grandpa. You laugh, mocking him for his bad joints as he walks around to stand behind you, and he snarks back something ridiculously funny and rippling with light, twisting through the cool air.

And then his hand presses against the small of your back, soft and yet sure, and suddenly all you can focus on is that gentle, feathery point of contact that connects you to him.

Your laughter subsides as he begins to gently push your swing, and you move up, and down, and up, and down, the fleeting warmth of his hand an intermittent pressure against your back. He doesn’t say a word. Everything is quiet, in your head. Like his touch alone could silence any worries that still floated around in your brain.

It’s one of the things you adore most about Jeonghan. He makes you feel safe.

“For the record, by the way,” you say, voice quiet, “I really do love you.”

There’s no noise but the metallic creak of the swing, sounding weirdly small in the yawning abyss of the dark. Jeonghan’s hand is still steady as he pushes you, again and again.

“As a friend?” he asks, eventually.

You can’t see him, and maybe that’s for the best. His voice is tinged with a colour, an emotion, that you can’t quite name, warm and cool and fleeting and present all at once.

Yet more silence greets his words. You continue swinging, and he continues helping.

It’s hard to know what he means by that. As a friend, in a hopeful way? As a friend, in a meaningful way? Or as a friend, in a way that could maybe, maybe, signal that he thinks, or wishes, that you mean... something else.

More.

These things are difficult to tell, when it comes to Jeonghan. Who wears his heart on his sleeve and yet also hides it away where no one can see.

“Yeah,” you say, after it has been far too long since he’d asked, but it’s clear that you were both waiting for your answer anyway. The word leaves you as a sigh, threadbare and thin. “As a friend.”

Jeonghan huffs a soft laugh. Maybe because he believes you, or maybe because he doesn’t. You’re not too sure.

“Okay,” he murmurs, pale as moonlight. “In which case, I love you too.”

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[johanna-517]

"The Red Thread"

(Yandere! Batfam x Female Reader)

—Chapter 1:

"Once upon a time... There was a beautiful princess with long hair and bright eyes, she was sweet and kind. That young princess lived happily, waiting patiently and excitedly for the love of her life; her soul mate. She dreamed of a polite and attractive prince, one who was so kind and sweet but at the same time protective and intelligent."

"The young princess gazed at the moon from her balcony every night, letting out small sighs of love and longing. She politely asks the moon that her beloved prince will soon arrive, that the red thread will finally appear on one of her fingers and lead her to meet her destined man. She asks for it every night; her longing and excitement never fade. She has infinite faith that the magical red thread will finally appear and unite her with the most handsome prince possible."

"So... After a few months, it finally happens. The beautiful princess wakes up, and sees the thin red thread wrapped around her pinky finger. Finally, fate is ready to show her her destined match; the prince of the neighboring kingdom."

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as you heard that the princess finally had her red string of fate. "Great! What happens next? Tell me, Mom" you asked, your expression filled with curiosity as you leaned closer to your mother.

She smiles widely at the excitement and curiosity in your eyes, and reaches out to lightly stroke your hair, while her other hand continues to hold the storybook.

"In the end... The princess and the prince fell in love instantly, the red thread that tied them together making them both so happy. They got married, and lived happily ever after. The End"

Upon hearing the happy ending, you couldn't help but clap softly with joy. All stories about the red thread of fate always have happy endings, and of course this one would be no exception. This was just one of the many children's stories about the magical red thread of fate.

And this might seem like fiction, mere fantasy... But it wasn't. The red thread did exist in real life, and it was something almost magical, and completely special, so everyone longed to have it.

"Mom, I want to meet my prince too! I want the red string to appear soon and show me my soulmate!" You exclaimed, jumping happily on the bed.

Then your father enters the room, chuckling softly at the sight of you jumping on the bed like that. He already knew how much you loved stories about the red thread of fate.

"Not now, princess. You're too little... You'll meet your soulmate in the future when you're older. For now, you don't need the red string. Just focus on getting a good night's sleep, my little princess." He smiles, approaching you and helping you lie down on the bed, covering you with the blanket.

You pouted, wanting to complain, but stopped when your father gave you a small kiss on your cheek, and then your mother gave you a kiss on your other cheek as well.

They both say goodbye, wishing you goodnight, and turn off the light. You snuggle up comfortably against your pillows, cuddling your favorite stuffed animal as you finally close your eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep.

You slowly open your eyes and see that everything around you is completely dark. You look around, but you can't see anything at all.

You look down, noticing a thin red thread wrapped around one of the fingers of your left hand. Your eyes widen in surprise when you notice it.

Curious, you try to follow the red thread, wondering where it will lead. But everything remains completely black; you can't see the other end of the thread.

"Why is this happening?" you asked quietly to yourself. However, suddenly, you felt the red thread on your finger tug at you, pulling you in a specific direction.

You try to avoid it, you try to free yourself from the thread, but you can't. It remains tightly tied to you and continues to drag you, until finally... You feel like you're falling into the void, everything is still dark, you feel like you're falling down an endless cliff.

And finally... You wake up.

Your breathing is slightly labored, with cold sweat running down your forehead.

You quickly reach out and turn on the light in your room. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit.

"Ah... This strange nightmare again." You sigh softly, running one of your hands through your messy hair.

You're definitely tired of this kind of thing. You have no idea why, but you tend to have at least one strange nightmare about the red string every week.

Your nightmares range from the red thread dragging you off a cliff, to the red thread wrapping itself around you and trapping you, to even once dreaming that one end of the red thread chased you and tied itself around your finger.

"It's... Ridiculous." You let out a small, irritated huff, not understanding why these nightmares about the red thread keep coming back.

But you obviously don't plan on wasting time worrying about silly dreams. So you decide to turn the light off again and go back to sleep.

After all, tomorrow is your 19th birthday, you need a good night's sleep to wake up in a great mood on such an important day as tomorrow.

—•✾•—

Today is your birthday, as soon as you wake up your mom and dad are already in your room, singing the happy birthday song for you.

You smile widely as you get out of bed, hugging your parents as they continue to wish you a happy birthday.

Ah... Definitely nothing will ever be better than this. Your life is perfect simply because you have your parents, the two most important people in your entire life.

They have taken care of showering you with love all these years, they have raised you in the best way possible, and they have given you a peaceful and happy life.

You've always felt like nothing else matters if you have them... Because you know, they'll always be there for you. Because you'll always be Daddy's adorable princess, and you'll always be Mommy's sweet little girl.

The day goes by peacefully. Your parents take you shopping to buy you whatever you want, then you go to a nice restaurant to eat, you enjoy your birthday cake, and you spend the rest of the afternoon celebrating with your friends.

Once again, a perfect birthday like the ones before. It's always nice when you spend time with your family, and you definitely love celebrating with your friends too. They're so much fun and you always have a good time around them.

The day is finally over. After celebrating as much as possible, it's finally nighttime, and it's time to rest. You're in your room, getting ready for bed.

At one point, your gaze wanders out the window. You catch a glimpse of the bright moon outside, and you can't help but stare at it for a moment.

As you gaze at the moon, you remember one of the stories your mother used to tell you when you were little, about the princess who prayed to the moon every night to have her red thread soon so she could meet her destined love. In the end, she succeeds and meets a prince, her destined love.

You know it's a children's story, but... You can't help but be a little curious, so you decide to try the same thing as the princess in the story.

You move closer to the window, sighing softly, your eyes still fixed on the moon.

"Moon... Please, let me discover who my red thread is soon. Show me soon who is destined for me, please..." you murmured softly, closing your eyes for a moment, imagining the day when the long-awaited red thread of destiny finally appears on your finger.

Even if you've had those strange nightmares about the red thread, it never affected your great enthusiasm and curiosity to finally find your red thread.

Two of your friends already have it, and you've seen them very happy together with their destined partners.

On top of everything else... Your main and best perspective on the red thread of destiny is thanks to your parents. They, too, are connected by the red thread.

And definitely... Your parents are a prime example of the perfect couple. Since you were little, you've absolutely adored how great they look together.

Seeing their excellent relationship is what fills you with excitement to find a love similar to the one they have.

You truly long to feel the trust, love, and appreciation your parents have for each other. You hope the red thread will soon show you your true love.

"I would like... My destined partner to be tall and attractive, and I also want him to have beautiful blue or green eyes." You asked softly, smiling broadly as you continued to imagine what your destined partner could look like.

"I want... Someone who is very intelligent, who is strong, who loves animals, who loves coffee as much as I do."

You continued to muse quietly, an amused smile on your lips. You looked away for a moment, catching sight of the small drawing you'd left on your desk. It was of a bat, and you only made it for your homework.

"Oh... And make it like a bat too!" you joked, laughing lightly as you finally moved away from the window.

You thought it would be fun to wander around in thoughts about what your destined partner will be like, but it's already late, so you decide to leave things there and finally go to sleep, thus ending the day.

❦: (Here's chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm using a translator to write this in English, so I apologize for any mistakes. If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask. :D)

[kibblbread]

AK!Jason doesn’t really like anything.. but he really likes spending time with you.

There isn’t much joy in his life, and when he does experience it, it’s pretty hard to tell. Very hard in fact. When Jason is his absolute happiest it’s truly rare that he’s fully conscious or not coming down from a state of extreme distress and panic.

More recent anecdotes of him happily existing involve him waking up or falling asleep alongside you, preventing a loved one from being fatally hurt, or brutalizing soneone that hurts you. Pretty scary, but these aren’t things he wants to acknowledge in the slightest or ever make known to you. External validation is necessary for him to truly feel good at this point in his life, which is something you’re privy to— just not the extent obviously.

When JT is hardly awake or really beginning to fall into what’ll be a comfortable dreamless sleep, he feels safe and secure enough to relax properly. He’s being held, allowed to be perceivably weak in a way that he deems acceptable. He can bury himself deep into the warmth and softness of your body to be protected from the nipping cold of Gotham.

It’s such a special time for him, a sacred moment that he cherishes.

You are his one precious piece of bliss.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge your gentle scalp rubs and lip balm coated kisses outside of a slight tightening of his grasp on your t-shirt. Greedily and lazily claiming his lover and her kind gestures of affection.

This is the most common and most easily detectable example of happiness from Jason. It’s somewhat complex without any explanation but still worth noting to an observant s/o of JT. I think that Jason himself though wouldn’t identify this experience (or lack of) is actually happening beyond him being happy to snuggle every once in a while. Being able to be excited to be touched instead of anxious or irrationally annoyed, it doesn’t occur to himself how often he’s in a nasty mood.

Preventing a loved one from being hurt only gives a small sense of joy that’s usually overshadowed by guilt and anger. The fact that the situation happened in the first place is somehow his own fault in the mind of Jason. But there are times where you’re able to thank him immediately after the fact, those are the times he can feel ego. That pat on the back is always a major surprise to him! Any gratitude he receives in moments so stressful boost his confidence a lot. When you do that he doesn’t have to much time to think about every specific way he fucked up, instead he’s concentrated on rationalizing why you’re complimenting something that in his head could’ve been somehow avoided.

You give him a quick hug and smile up at his faceless red helmet, telling him things could’ve ended terribly if he hadn’t been there. There is a small ping of joy radiate from within his chest. The positive reinforcement of your small affirming touches and verbal encouragement give pause to the harsh self criticisms. While the ultimate core emotions attached to this moment would be some initial surprise and frustration, there will always be a lingering feeling of pride that he got to be your hero.

As for getting a lick-back for your sake, lol, he’s pretty fucked up about it. Whether it be a lowly henchman/gang member or a notorious villain, he doesn’t know when to let up— or if he wants to. Deep down Jason derives a sick sense of joy from maiming people. It’s not his fault, but it’s his responsibility to face this dark and crooked part of himself. He knows it spooks you, it spooks all his loved ones, but he can’t help it can he? He can’t help being the twisted mangled thing Joker forced him to become.

Jason just wants you to feel safe.

He almost never feels safe so this is a favor from him to you of course..

For you to feel safe around a psycho like him.

[ririright]

“First-Time Daddy” AU

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader (Headcannons)

❤︎ Talking to His Son Before He’s Even Born

He has full-on conversations with your belly.

“Alright, little man, here’s the plan. You come out happy and healthy, and I’ll teach you how to build the coolest LEGO Star Wars ships.”

Sometimes he reads his favorite book, Knulp, out loud to your belly, because “Might as well get him cultured early.”

❤︎ You catch him whispering sweet things when he thinks you’re asleep.

“Your mom’s incredible. You’re gonna love her.”

❤︎ The Nighttime Ritual

Before bed, Hayden insists on giving you a gentle foot massage because

“You’re on your feet all day, sweetheart.”

He talks to the baby in soothing whispers, his cheek pressed against your belly.

“Hey, buddy. Daddy’s here. Take it easy on your mom tonight, okay?”

Sometimes he sings softly, old folk songs or even the Star Wars lullaby he made up.

❤︎ Baby Name Debates (That Are Just Cute Bickering)

Hayden has a list of classic, old-fashioned names he loves, but you tease him about them.

“We are not naming him Gandalf, Hayden.

You suggest trendy names just to see his reaction, and he gives you a horrified look.

“Honey, please. Not Brisket. That’s a food, not a name.”

You both finally agree on a shortlist but keep it a secret because “It’ll be our little surprise.”

❤︎ Weekly Belly Photos

Hayden insists on taking a picture of you every Sunday, wearing a cozy sweater or one of his oversized flannels.

He makes sure the background is always something pretty—the garden, the pond, or even the cozy kitchen.

Sometimes, he sets the timer and jumps in the photo with you, arms wrapped around you, his hand gently cradling your bump.

❤︎ Showering You with Compliments

Every day, without fail: “You’re so beautiful.”

If you complain about feeling big or uncomfortable, he immediately pulls you into his arms.

“You’re glowing, sweetheart. You’ve never been more gorgeous.”

He takes candid photos of you—your profile while you’re reading, you cradling your belly, you laughing. You’ll catch him staring at them, smiling like an absolute lovesick fool.

❤︎ Always Touching You

If you’re cooking, he stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his hands gently cradling your bump.

When you’re watching TV, you’re basically his pillow, snuggled up against his chest with his hand protectively over your belly.

Even in public, his hand is always somewhere on you—holding your hand, resting on your lower back, or gently guiding you.

❤︎ Decorating the Nursery Together

Hayden is incredibly hands-on, from painting the walls to assembling the crib.

He’s got a Star Wars mobile that he insists on hanging above the crib.

“It’s our new family tradition”

You catch him trying to figure out how to add a tiny, safe lightsaber nightlight.

❤︎ Baby Clothes Shopping is an Adventure

Hayden’s the one who gets way too excited in the baby clothes section.

“Look at this! It’s a little onesie with sheep on it! He’ll match the farm.”

He has a weakness for tiny socks.

“Oh, come on. They’re so small. I have to get them.”

If he spots anything Star Wars-themed, it’s immediately in the cart.

“It’s tradition, sweetheart.”

❤︎ The Ultrasound Photos Obsession

Hayden has a little envelope full of every single ultrasound photo. He takes them out sometimes and just stares at them, grinning like a lovesick puppy.

He even has a framed copy on his bedside table.

Once, you found him showing the photos to the animals while feeding them.

“That’s your future little buddy, you guys.”

❤︎ The Cravings Supplier (Advanced Mode)

Hayden has a snack drawer in the kitchen just for you, filled with all your current cravings—chocolate, sour candies, pickles, you name it.

If you so much as mention a craving, he’s on his way to get it.

“You want fresh strawberries? I’ll run to the farmer’s market.”

He once drove an hour to get your favorite donuts because you mentioned them offhand.

❤︎ The Baby Talk Voice

Hayden has a special soft, silly voice he uses when talking to your belly.

“Hey there, little man. It’s your daddy. Are you being nice to your mama in there?”

He sometimes switches into character, doing little Darth Vader impressions.

“Luke—I mean, Baby, I am your father.”

You catch him talking to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

“You’re already so loved, buddy.”

❤︎ Super Scent Sensitive

Hayden becomes hyper-aware of your sense of smell. If he’s cooking and you even wrinkle your nose, he’s immediately changing the menu.

He makes sure the house smells nice—lighting soft vanilla candles, making fresh coffee, and even spritzing lavender pillow mist in your room.

Once, you mentioned that his cologne was too strong, so he switched to a lighter, fresh scent just for you.

❤︎ Baby Kicks Are His Favorite Thing

Every time the baby kicks, Hayden’s face lights up.

“There he goes again! He’s gonna be a hockey star!”

If you’re having a quiet kick day, he tries to coax the baby with soft belly rubs and little whispers.

When the baby’s really active, he gets so excited, pressing his ear to your belly.

“Hey, buddy! Daddy’s here!”

❤︎ Dad Jokes Already Locked and Loaded

He’s been practicing his dad jokes, much to your amusement.

“Why did the baby strawberry cry? Because his parents were in a jam!”

Sometimes he’ll test them on you, watching for your eye roll. “Come on, that one was gold!”

You can already tell he’s going to be that dad who thinks he’s the funniest guy in the room.

❤︎ The Ultrasound Tradition

Every time you come back from an ultrasound, Hayden proudly tapes the new picture onto the fridge.

You catch him staring at the fridge sometimes, smiling. “Look at him. He’s got your nose.”

He keeps a digital copy of every ultrasound on his phone too, just in case.

❤︎ Grocery Store Adventures

He’s become a master of reading labels, making sure everything you eat is healthy and baby-safe.

If he sees anything that says “baby” on it, he’ll pick it up, even if it’s not for your age range yet.

“Hey, these little shoes are adorable. For… you know, later.”

He sneaks chocolate into the cart for you, even though you pretend to be watching your sugar.

❤︎ Reading All the Baby Books

You catch him sitting in bed with a baby care book in one hand and a highlighter in the other.

Sometimes he reads out loud to you, chuckling at the outdated advice.

“This one says to play Mozart to make the baby smarter. Do you think Star Wars soundtracks count?”

He worries about everything.

“Do you think the baby will like me? What if I forget how to hold him?” You have to constantly reassure him.

❤︎ Reading About Your Pregnancy Symptoms

If you even wince or sigh, he’s on his phone, looking up what it could mean.

“Okay, so mild back pain is normal, but—do you want me to get you a heating pad? Or do you want to switch pillows? I’ll run a bath.”

He has a little pregnancy app he checks every day, always excited to tell you how big the baby is now.

“He’s the size of a cantaloupe today!”

If you get emotional for no reason, he just wraps you in a big hug, holding you until you calm down.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Cry it out.”

❤︎ Heart-Melting Compliments

“Sweetheart, I swear you’re even more beautiful now. It’s like… you’re glowing.”

He’s always telling you how proud he is of you.

“I don’t know how you do it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

If you get emotional or insecure, he kisses you gently and says,

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You and this little guy.”

❤︎ Learning So Much About Babies

He’s constantly surprising you with random baby facts.

“Did you know babies can recognize their parents’ voices from the womb?”

His Amazon history is full of baby gadgets, from baby carriers to soft blankets.

You catch him watching “How to Swaddle” videos on YouTube late at night.

[fluffiematcha]

COOKING LOVE(R) [ drabble ]

jihoon × fem. reader || fluff, slice of life family au, pregnancy au. || 635 words. || warning : mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. jihoon loves cooking for you.

“How is it?”

“It’s so so good! the richness of the taste, the spices which combine perfectly and...” jihoon smiles proudly but tenderly seeing you eat with such enthusiasm.

Cooking for you was quite difficult during the early stages of your pregnancy. The smell was either too strong for your smell sense or you had no appetite at all due to morning sickness.

But that was before. cooking meals for you is now his favorite hobby, even if sometimes your ideas are a little crazy. Seeing you happily ramble while you eat about how good the foods are pleases him. Seeing your cute smile and hearing the noises you make brings him an inexplicable amount of joy.

Jihoon starts doing the dishes and cleaning the worktop and counter while you finish your plate.

“Do you think it will be a girl or a boy?” you ask out of nowhere.

“I don’t know. but does that matter? The important thing is that the baby is born healthy.”

“I was just asking.” he can hear you chewing loudly, a sign that you are eating well.

It was difficult to see you without an appetite and without the happy glow that adorned your eyes. Jihoon can now sleep peacefully, no longer having to worry if you and the baby are eating properly.

“If you really want to know, we can always do the ultrasound.”

Once the dishes are finished, he wipes his hands with a cloth and then turns around to face you.

“No need, i can wait until i give birth.”

You decided to keep the baby’s gender a surprise to discover since it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, you will always love him or her no matter what.

Jihoon takes a napkin and gently wipes the crumbs off your cheek. You murmur a small thank you and return to eat your food. ‘you’re cute’ he thinks to himself. He places an affectionate kiss on your temple and then tenderly strokes your hair.

A smile forms on his face, and jihoon feels complete and happy. His soul feels at peace in the comfort of your home.

Later, you two are sitting on the couch, snuggled together and wrapped in a thick duvet. You don’t do anything in particular, just cuddle, seeking each other’s warmth and comfort.

“You know you’ve changed.”

“Eh? How so?”

“I mean, you're still the same person, just something’s changed. You became more soft, more affectionate, more... you know what i mean right?”

You have a little trouble expressing what you want to say, Jihoon giggles, making you laugh too.

He inwardly melts at your cuteness. your eyes practically glow with joy and excitement but hold a soothing softness at the same time. The smile on your face depicts the happiness and joy of the world for him. Jihoon can’t help but smile lovingly.

“Yeah, i know.”

He has indeed become more affectionate since the announcement of your pregnancy. He already loved giving you hugs and kisses before but it has increased three times more when he knew you were going to become parents.

He's also not afraid to initiate these gestures of affection even in public when he knows you really need them.

Perhaps the idea that he is going to become a dad and start his own family with the woman of his life has made him softer than before.

He hugs you tighter and kisses your forehead affectionately. He sighs in pure happiness.

It’s far from the life he imagined he would spend, he who thought he would spend his life in his office only returning very late at night with no one to welcome him home.

Now, he has you to come home to and soon a beautiful little being will be added to the family.

[koolades-world]

Can you do headcanons of an MC who tries picking the brothers up but MC fails to pick them up

Like maybe ever so slightly they lift them but then they immediately fall down, likely taking the brother they tried to lift up with them

“YAY I’M DOING I- oh shit down I go” thud

haha omg yes!

i literally couldn't wait to do this one from the moment i saw it in my inbox. this one has all the funny but silly cute potential!

my post schedule will return to normal now for anyone who was wondering! it'll probably be a little bit before i post more regular fics just because of how time it took up and for creative purposes. i definitely feel like all the fics started to bleed together and felt the same to me. it wasn't any ones fault of course, it just made me realize how much i defaulted with my format and such

enjoy <3

Mc who tries to lift the brothers and fails

Lucifer

he'll humor you only because you asked very nicely and pleaded with him

he doesn't expect much out of you, but he's happy to let you try

did not expect you to get as far as you did

he will be freaking out and trying his best not to fall on you when you inevitably go down

Mammon

he's nervous not because he's worried you'll fall

but because you wanna lift him? you wanna put your arms around him and carry him?

he lets you to prove that he's not at all shy!

(he didn't have long to relish the moment before you both toppled over)

Levi

at first he's totally against it for the same reasoning as mammon

he can't believe anyone wants to be that close to him

but all you have to do to convince him is give him puppy dog eyes and he caves

afterwards, he makes you promise to play some games with him to make up for that fall

Satan

he wasn't paying attention when he agreed

he was reading and just nodded along with everything you said

was surprised when you had him get up and you tried to lift him

he fell back onto the seat he was sitting on and has you rest with him :)

Asmo

he's very excited!

honestly he's thrilled you want to carry him

he will jump into your arms and you will have to catch him, otherwise he'll complain about it later

at least if you fall, he'll be in your arms and he'll get the chance to snuggle with you <3

Beel

he half thinks you're joking at first

he stops laughing once he realizes you're actually not

your confidence and enthusiasm only makes him more nervous

he lets you though, and ensure that you're next to something soft you can both fall on

Belphie

honestly, he doesn't really care

you could drag him wherever you wanted and as long as he doesn't actually have to do anything, he's on board

once you fall, he's not moving

it's nap time, right there on the ground where you fell. good luck getting him to move so you can get up haha

[wonnieluv]

Enhypen when they see you after you being apart for a long time

bf!Enhypen members x reader. warnings: none! just down bad enha boys missing the crap out of reader

Heeseung

Heeseung would envelope you in the most tightest. Not the kind where you’re gripping each other real tight but the kind of hug where you just feel so secure. Like not even the strongest wind could knock you out of his embrace

He’d kiss your forehead and just hold you for a solid few minutes as you just bathe in each other’s presence mumbling small I missed you’s and I love you’s into your ears as you inhale his scent. It’s such a healing moment and any pain, exhaustion or stress you had weighing on you didn’t seem to matter anymore because all that mattered was that you two were together

Jay

Jay would be counting down the days to being able to see you again. You two probably have one of those countdown’s on your lock screen or something. The moment you open the door for him when he knocks, you nearly tackle him over as he drops everything in his hands to hug you

Once you let go of each other, you walk in your door hand in hand. He sets his stuff down and you both immediately snuggle up on the couch maybe with a cup of wine or some tea. You rest your head on his chest as he tells you all about what him and the members have been up to and some of the exciting things they have coming up. You eventually turn on the TV and pop in some cheesy rom-com that you both love. There hasn’t been a more perfect moment. The two of you cozied up on your couch, he runs his hand through your hair as you listen to his heartbeat. Needless to say your both asleep in each others arms long before the movie ends.

Jake

Jake is all giddy. No one within his close circle doesn’t know you’re coming. He probably sits and tells Layla all about how excited he is to see you and all the things you’ll do when he goes to visit his parents. When you finally do arrive he runs up and bear hugs you with the brightest smile on his face. Like his cheeks are probably aching with how hard he’s smiling. As you walk to the car hand in hand, he drives you back with his hand not leaving yours once on the drive home and he doesn’t waste a single second in pulling you into his room and trapping you in a hug on his bed. He’s waited so long to hold you and now that he has the chance, he won’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

He’ll tell you about all the stuff he wants to do with you; the cafes he wants to visit, the late night walks with Layla, the places in Seoul he can’t wait to take you to. He’ll promise to take you to the HYBE building and show you around (maybe they’ll let you watch practice ;)). If you show more excitement to see another artist he may teasingly say that you can’t go anymore and he’ll be pouty and never leave your side if you guys actually go. The time you spend with Jake you’ll probably end up sleeping better than you ever have wrapped up in his arms

Sunghoon

Sunghoon may not immediately show it on his face, but he is so excited to see you. When he finally sees your face and sees you running towards him he’ll break out into the prettiest smile and immediately open his arms for you to run into. He’s probably trying to play it cool but in reality he’s trying not to combust from how happy he is. His giddiness immediately gets exposed the second he brings you around the members. ‘Hoon literally won’t shut up about you’ ‘y/n comes in a week, y/n comes in 4 days, y/n comes tomorrow, I see y/n in a coupon hours’ ‘I saw him kicking his feet and giggling when you guys texted last night’. Like they won’t let this poor man live.

When you guys get to be alone there may not be many words exchanged at first but you guys are just going about your business being more than content to be in each other’s presence. Whether he’s playing games, you’re doing your skincare, on your phones, cuddling in bed. Whatever y’all are doing there’s always a permanent smile on your face. But before you fall asleep you probably tease him a bit about how much the boys said he missed you just to seem him get all flustered.

Sunoo

You and Sunoo would FaceTime almost everyday when you were apart. You would be spilling tea, giving eachother updates on whatever has been going on (because he knows alllll of your friends and all of the gossip in your life), doing skincare together, or just exchanging quick words to each other to help cheer the other up.

When you finally are together again you immediately take over the bathroom for the most extensive home spa routine to ever exist. No one is interrupting and by the time you’re done, you’re going through your camera roll looking at all the goofy pics you took with your matching face masks and pajamas on and giggling to each other picking the perfect one that you can post on your story without showing his face. You guys put on the drama you agreed to watch together and spill any recent drama you’ve had yet to tell each other. Needless to say the entire evening is filled with soft giggles and sweet smiles shared between the two of you from the comfort of each others embrace in Sunoo’s room.

Jungwon

You know Jungwon is busy and he knows that you are as well so when you finally have the time to spend an evening at his place you had your bag packed a week in advance and made sure no one would get in the way. He gave you the code so you came to the dorm a bit early to surprise him when he got out of his schedule for that day. The second he walked through the door to see you in the living room his tense shoulders immediately relaxed and before you could even sit up to greet him he was laying on top of you. I’m not talking but ‘tackled into a hug on the couch’ type of thing, I’m talking the ‘there’s his body laying on top of you like a sack of potatos’ and he is not getting up.

When you finally do get him up you head of his room. After you convince him that you will in fact still be there when he’s done showering, he goes to wash up before catapulting himself into bed to lay on top of you again. You spend the next 30 minutes to an hour with his head on your chest combing your fingers through his hair as you exchange words about all the things you’ve been up to as you both slowly fade into unconsciousness holding each other. The next morning he will not let you go and you may have to get 2 of the members to pry him away from you when you have to go back home but it’s ok because you know that it won’t be long until you’ll be in each others arms again.

Ni-ki

Your texts with Riki mostly consist of daily updates and horrible memes exchanged between the two of you with some play fighting added to the mix. Even when you’re ‘arguing’ with each other he knows how to make you laugh and that does not change when you finally get to see him face to face again. He would probably pretend to not see you if you’re a lot smaller than he but when you start to get annoyed he pulls you into a hug and apologizes through his giggles.

The majority of the time you spend with each other consists of you two giggling over things you find on Twitter, taking silly goofy pictures of each other that you beg him to post on Weverse, him teasing you, you punching him for teasing you, him apologizing while laughing and the cycle repeats. By the time it gets to 1am you have settled in his room and he’s telling you goofy stories of things the members have done recently and you’re telling him about the things you’ve been up to recently with your friends (who he totally 100% remembers the names of) until the conversation fades as your breathing steadies and you both fall asleep with smiles on your faces. The rest of the time you’re staying with him consists of similar routines with maybe a late night run to the convenience store or some video games where Riki promises he’ll play fair but we all know he won’t with the biggest smile on his face.

[divinedelusional]

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

nate archibald x gn!reader

word count: 515

warnings: none

☆ he absolutely can't wait for december and counting days to christmas

❃it wasn't always like this tho

❃as a child he loved christmas, but as he got older and his money and career obsessed family (van der bilts ew) could only talk to him about his future and pressuring him even during holidays, he lost his excitement

❃he was often spending it with chuck at some point to avoid his family, his problems and ever going drama

☆but then he found you and you made christmas what they once were for him

☆gets really involved in decorating the apartment so it's nice and cozy and gives the holiday spirit in case the weather isn't very christmas like

☆will be down with whatever aesthetic you wanna go with decor, but his favorite is traditional christmas

☆he loves loves loves "home alone"

☆you're surprised he prefers the first one to the sequel

❃ "I was always just scared of Central Park at night"

☆speaking of New York and Central Park

☆is obsessed with it, insists on dates when you order hot chocolate and walk around the Central Park, especially when snow lays around

☆during his life, he spent christmas in Connecticut at his relatives, upstate New York with his grandpa, sometimes flew to some warmer countries, but his favorite christmas is in New York City

☆goes to see christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Centre every year

☆ooh and his very excited about decorating christmas tree at your place

❃when he was a kid, his family always had it done by the help, but now he wants to do everything by himself (with your help of course) begining with picking the tree at the christmas tree farm and transporting it to your place

❃surprises you when one of the first days of december you see him and Dan dragging the tree to the living room

☆he loves to bake cookies (especially the ones to leave for Santa, yeah he still does that and won't stop) wasn't the best at it at first but got really good

☆obsessed with hot chocolate and chocolate sweets inn general

☆you don't see that throughout the year, but with holidays around the corner, he's craving chocolate, fudge brownies, double chocolate chip cookies... he doesn't know why, but he doesn't care and indulges himself

☆but as much as he loves countdown to Christmas and holiday activities that come with it, he can't wait for actual Christmas Day, when he's going to wake up, with you snuggled to his side

☆he's so happy when you open the presents he got for you, dopey smile on his face

☆you love the things he's getting you, but most importantly you love him

☆you can't get enough of his excitement and spark in his eyes that was there for the whole season, and when you take a walk after christmas dinner, you guys go to see the tree at Rockefeller once again, you make a wish that Nate would never lose this spark and you'll get to experience Christmas with him for the rest of your life

a/n: hope you enjoyed this one! it's short but i still wanted to post it. i remember about requests but now it's easier for me to write something with xmas vibe❤

dividers by: @issysh3ll

comments or reblogs appreciated ♡

[gublernatural]

More soft!Spence things: cockwarming because he just wants to be close and he can’t get close enough just by snuggling? Maybe early on in their relationship when he realizes that he craves the reader’s touch all the time?

Thank you for being my first req <3 send more here pls!!!

Spencer Reid smut under the cut mdni

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Spencer is shocked by not only how comfortable he feels with you, but how much needs that comfort to get by. You two have been talking for some time, but things are starting to get serious. It’s scary, if he’s being honest, but it’s also so amazing. He’s happy. He’s comfortable. He’s in love.

He’s just come home from a case on the west coast and finds himself standing outside your door, go-bag in hand. He hasn’t called, he doesn’t even know if you’re home. But here he is. He’s knocking before he even has a chance to overthink how this could go. He really does not want to scare you off, but he needs to see you.

Luckily, he doesn’t have time to overthink it. Your beautiful smile appeared in front of him in less than thirty seconds after he knocked. His heart swooned as you opened the door and squealed out “Spencer!!”, obviously happy to see him. You pulled him into a hug, and he kisses your forehead. His body relaxed as you held him close. And when you pulled away, it was like his whole body went cold. He needed your touch to feel warm. To feel whole.

You ushered him inside, reaching for his bag and sitting by the front door. “I didn’t know you were coming home today!” You spoke, as you two sat on the couch. Your tone didn’t seem accusatory, as if you were upset he didn’t tell you, but rather excited. “Yeah, things wrapped up kind of quickly and I wanted to see you so I just came here.” He explained, nervously picking at the skin of his fingernails.

“Well, come here.” You demanded, pulling him close again. You had him pulled down into the couch, so he was laying on top of you. He couldn’t help himself from trying to bury his head into your shoulder. You giggled as the scruff he grew while he was away tickled your neck.

While he was happy to be in your arms again, he needed more. Spencer couldn’t help himself as he let out a frustrated groan as he realized this wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t want to make things weird with you, but he was a man starved. After not having physical contact with you for over a week, he needed to be as close as possible. Spencer would crawl into your skin if he could.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you asked if he was okay. “Not close enough,” he mumbled, squeezing your body more towards his and trying, once again, to bury his face into your neck. “What do you mean?” You asked as your hands ran through his hair.

He let out another groan. He didn’t want to embarrass you by what he was about to ask. “I just need you. Like, your touch,” he stumbled over his words. “I love cuddling with you, like a lot, but it isn’t enough. I missed you and I want to be as close to you as possible.” Your face twisted up in confusion at his words, not really knowing what he meant. It didn’t come across as disgust or disinterest, but just as if you didn’t understand what he saying. “I want to be inside you.” Spencer declared as he made eye contact with you. His cheeks were red from embarrassment. His cock was half-hard at the thought.

“Inside me? Like sex?” You asked, intrigued by the idea. He semi-nodded. “I just want to be inside,” he stressed, “no sex. I just want to be as close to you as possible.” Your face broke out into a smile as you understood what he was saying. He just wanted to feel you as deeply as he could. You nodded, lightly pushing him so you could take off your pajama pants.

Spencer slid off his pants, moved your panties to the side, and climbed back onto you. He let out of a sigh of contentment, finally satisfied. He had never craved something like he did your touch. He couldn’t really explain it, he just knew it was what he needed. All of the time. Spencer just needed you.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, surprisingly comfortable with this new position. You felt full. Full of Spencer, full of love.

[ilypaigebuckets]

I Hate it Here

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

plot: based off of the tiktok trend from taylor swift’s new album ttpd. in which paige sees the tiktok you made about her.

also posting on my other acc! @kenzlovesyou

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paige returned home from practice to find you asleep in your shared room. she was sweaty and tired but the sight of you looking so precious made her face soften. she noticed you had a tendency to do that; make her soft.

paige put her bag down and walked up to you, kissing your forehead. “hey y/n, baby. i’m back,” her tone was sweet as she shook you awake, “i’m home!”. you groaned a bit as your eyes fluttered awake. “paigeyyy” you said, still half asleep as your arms reached to hug her. she smiled and reached down to hug you. you nuzzled into her neck, you’d missed her a little extra today. she stood up fully and you got out of your bed, hugging her tightly once again. “babe i’m sweaty. let me shower, then we’ll spend some time ok?” she lightly unhooked your arms from around your neck and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. you sighed, already missing her touch.

you decided to go on to couch and watch a show while you waited for paige to finish showering. after finally settling on a show you spaced out into it, watching intently. paige finally finished showering and came out of the bathroom onto the couch with you. she saw the show you chose and wasn’t particularly interested, but still wanted to spend time with you. you laid your head on her shoulder and snuggled close to her. she looked down at your precious head and kissed the top of it.

she decided to scroll on tiktok while you watched your show. she scrolled past videos on her for you page, not finding anything entertaining enough to like but not boring enough to scroll past without watching. she then switched to her following feed. she watched the dancing video she and kk had made earlier in the day, before practice and laughed to herself. then she stumbled upon your account. you weren’t too active on social media, so it was always a treat for her to view something you’d posted. it was one of those slideshow tiktoks, with a new song from Taylor Swift playing in the background. the first picture was a cute picture of you azzi had taken of you with your hood on your heading, looking grumpywith the words “i hate it here so i will go to”.

paige quickly realized what trend you were participating in and was excited to see what you thought your “secret garden” was. she assumed it would be Uconn, as you’d mentioned how happy going to school here had made you and how it’d brought you out of your shell. she slid to the next photo. “secret gardens in my mind” she read and saw a mirror picture of the two of you. nobody else. just her. she was your secret garden. she mattered most to you. she felt like tearing up. she’d never meant this much to someone. even though it was just a tiktok trend, she was overcome with emotion. “baby?” she looked over at you.

“hm?” you hummed over at her, still immersed in your show.

“hey, welcome back to the real world. i saw the tiktok you made about me. i love you so much. ” she lifted her arm up and put it around you.

“you like it?? it’s not too annoyingly coupley and cringey?” you asked.

“no, y/n. it’s perfect. i wish i could be with you all the time. i love spending time with you.”

you looked at her and smirked. she wasn’t this soft when she first met you. you’d changed her.

“going soft on me, bueckers?”

“OK MOMENT RUINED” she jokingly pushed you off her even though she knew she’d be holding you again not even 2 minutes later.

my first one shot 🥳🥳 ik it’s short but i felt like writing something!! feel free to send in fic requests, dialogue prompts, song lyric prompts, etc! hope you guys like this, ik im not the best writer but i just like to do it for fun!! have a great day/night <3 :)