#I was hugging her and clinging to her to playfully annoy her

[tobysbliss]

the amount of times i got tickled today is an  atrocious amount

[elliesonlyhoe]

Loser!ellie headcannons .ᐟ (pt. 2)

(Warnings: Some NSFW ‘nd I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything !)

Loser! Ellie who fucking loves neck kisses (and kisses in general)

Loser! Ellie who claims she's fully capable of being away from you for long periods of time yet not even 10 minutes after you walk out the door to go to work, she starts calling/texting you.

Loser! Ellie who begged you to get matching pajamas with her until you just caved and ordered them😭

“Babeee just hear me out!” Ellie whined, shoving her phone in your face which on the screen had a picture of a couple wearing these adorable matching dinosaur onesies. “Els no. I'm not wearing fucking dinosaur pajamas..” You rolled your eyes playfully, pushing her phone away “But-” “No Ellie.” You cut her off. “Y'know what, fine then.” Ellie said, turning away from you. You look at your girlfriend sighing “Ellie do not..” you say chuckling playfully, you knew when Ellie didn't get her way it resulted in her giving you the silent treatment. “For fucks sake, give me the phone.” You say trying to sound annoyed but failing. “Fuck yes!” Ellie said in excitement handing you her phone so you could purchase the pajamas

Once you placed the order you sighed seeing your girlfriend smirking at you, “You're such a dick” you tease, obviously not meaning it “I love you too~” Ellie teases back an adorable giggle of excitement escaping her lips.

Loser! Ellie who would make these adorable paper rings for the two of you :( <3 (and you would wear yours everywhere you go)

Loser! Ellie who absolutely adores physical touch, but quality time and words of affirmations and are close 2nds

Loser! Ellie who clings to you like a little koala throughout the day

Loser! Ellie who cannot stay quiet during makeout sessions for shit. (I'm talking constant whining and small breathy moans in between kisses)

Loser! Ellie who likes watching you every move, she just finds it so fucking attractive how you manage to look so cute doing literally anything

Loser! Ellie who wrote cute songs for you before you guys started dating and would play them on her guitar without you realizing that the songs were actually about YOU

Loser! Ellie who scrolls through the texts between you and her while you're at work and gets off to any and every voice note and/or photo/video you've ever sent her (She's so fucking needy I swearrr)

Loser! Ellie who would find you 10x hotter if you could speak another language🙏❤ (like don’t get me wrong she'd love you regardless but this bitch is a sucker for other languages and accents)

Loser! Ellie who 100% prefers tits over ass 

Loser! Ellie who begs to watch Jurassic Park on your movie nights (despite having watched it with you a million times.)

Loser! Ellie who can't keep her hands off of you whatsoever

You and Ellie had gone out to a restaurant of your choice for your weekly date, sure Ellie wasn't much of a restaurant typa girl but she'd do anything if it meant seeing you happy. That night you had been wearing this beautiful wine red dress that hugged your body so perfectly, Ellie couldn’t help but stare at the way the dress showed off your every curve. She swore she was in heaven, not to mention how short the dress was, she was so tempted to glide her hand across your thigh just to get a reaction out of you. You, on the other hand, didn't even need to look over at your girlfriend to know that her eyes were roaming your body. 

“Hm? Something wrong Els?” you teased as she snapped out of whatever trance your body had on her “You're just s'pretty mama.. it's unbearable..” Ellie mumbled, before starting to play with the bottom of your dress, her hands almost finding a way underneath. “Baby, not here..” you mumbled tapping Ellies hand with your own as a signal for her to move it away. “Please babe~ I'll make it quick..” Ellie whispered as she nuzzled into the nape of your neck, placing soft kisses along your supple skin. You whined quietly feeling your girlfriends tongue and lips trailing along your neck up to your ear. “Fuck it.. just be quick..” you say trying your best not to lose your composure. Ellie grins and places her hand in yours standing up and directing you to the restroom. 

Loser! Ellie who likes picking dandelions and putting them in your hair at any chance she gets

Loser! Ellie who has a playlist she listens to on the daily of songs that remind her of you

Loser! Ellie who can’t pose in pictures for shit, like you'll be standing there doing a cute lil pose for the selfie you wanted to take of the two of you while Ellie either holds up a peace sign or just awkwardly stands like “🧍‍♀️”

Loser! Ellie who tells all her friends about you and tells them all the cute things you've said or done

A/N .ᐟ : Thank you guys sm for all the love on pt.1 (like deadass I'm so grateful) so I figured I'd make a part 2!

[mysunshinetemptress]

Jealousy,Jealousy

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: Not my best, but also my first work back in a while

Your relationship with Leah was still new, so new that the only people who knew about you were your teammates, close friends and both families.

This was the argument you used against Leah whenever she thought someone was hitting on you. A statement that couldn't save poor Grace from Leah.

It was a cold afternoon when Arsenal faced off against Tottenham at the Emirates. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the rivals clashed on the field. Leah’s gaze wandered up to midfield where she found your eyes softening as she caught you already looking at her, you were a source of comfort amid the fierce competition.

As the final whistle blew, signalling Arsenal's victory, relief flooded both the players and fans across the stadium. You however happy with the victory went around the Tottenham girls congratulating them on a well-played game amongst the players, Grace Clinton, Tottenham stargirl, approached you with a charming smile. "Hey, great game out there." You thanked her before pulling the younger girl into a hug "I could say the same soon you'll be coming for my starting spot on the senior squad" Grace laughed grabbing your arm "I'd prefer to play with you not in your place" You couldn't help but smile wider at the compliment "Thank you" Grace squeezed your arm her eyes looking you up and down as you turned oblivious in search of your girlfriend. "Hey would you fancy going out with me sometime?" she asked, her eyes lingering on you as you turned back to look at her. You politely declined stating you didn't see her like that but you would love to be better friends, but Leah's keen eyes caught every exchange and she couldn't help but give in to the tiny green monster you often called it, jealousy ran through her as she felt herself getting more annoyed the longer you talked to the younger midfielder. In the changing rooms, Katie, the lively midfielder, wasted no time teasing you about the encounter. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," she chirped, nudging you playfully you hit her arm lightly "Fuck off Katie please." Katie laughed "what I think it's cute but i don't know how your missus would feel about the competition." you turned looking to your girlfriend.

Leah, usually composed and confident, couldn't shake the nagging feeling of jealousy. Her usually bright demeanour dimmed, replaced by a subtle pout. The protective instinct surged within her, igniting a fire fuelled by possessiveness and affection.

You thought you had settled all of Leah's jealous feelings, especially towards Grace but you were proven wrong during the latest England camp. Grace had clung to your side the minute you entered St Georges Park and your girlfriend could do nothing but sit in a huff and glare. "Leah stop staring at the kid like that." Leah turned to look at Lucy "She has stolen my girlfriend and I want her back, Y/N has told her already she's not interested and yet she won't stop swinging out of her and batting her eyes like come on take a hint." This continued on for the rest of camp and anytime Leah was set up against the young midfielder she made sure to add in an extra shove much to your dismay. Leah only seemed to relax when you both were left alone in your shared room. This however ended one night when Leah was woken to a sharp knocking on the door, you turned slightly squeezing her mumbling that you would get it before she lay back down closing her eyes. You rubbed your eyes turning the lock on the door to be met with a teary-eyed Grace "Oh Grace are you ok." Grace shook her head "I...I'm sorry I had a bad dream and I couldn't sleep and I just can I stay with you." you nodded pulling her into the room, Leah turned over sighing unable to fall back to sleep without you beside her "Who is it." Leah sat up when you didn't respond eyes turning to glare at the younger girl who was now clinging to your arm "Just Grace, go back to sleep Le, she's staying the night I'll see you in the morning." Leah wanted to protest, to say that she shouldn't be out of her room after curfew and that she was only using a bad dream as an excuse to sleep in the same bed as you but then she thought back to all the times she did the same thing for years trying to spend every second together until she finally worked up the courage to ask you out. Huffing Leah turned to look at you as you climbed into bed eyes softening when she copped her jumper you were wearing.

Leah relaxed again once camp was over and she could put distance between you and Grace, only it didn't last long as now the younger midfielder wouldn't stop blowing up your phone. Leah knew she had to do something to show Grace you were hers and with the final North London derby of the season due to be played at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium Leah couldn't think of a better time to do it.

During the next match against Tottenham, Leah's demeanour shifted. Her tackles were sharper, her presence more commanding. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring that no opponent came close to you without facing her wrath, especially Grace.

As the game progressed, Leah's protective instincts intensified. She intercepted passes meant for you, shielding you from potential harm. Her eyes blazed with determination, a silent declaration of her commitment to keeping you safe, to keep you to herself.

After the final whistle, as the team celebrated another hard-earned victory, Leah pulled you aside. Her eyes softened as she cupped your face gently. "I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability.

You wrapped your arms around her, reassurance flooding through every touch. "I'm yours, Leah, I'll only ever be yours" you whispered, pulling her into your arms.

At that moment, amidst the cheers and the camaraderie of the team, Leah realised that her jealousy stemmed not from insecurity but from a deep-rooted love for you. And as you stood together, she knew that nothing could ever come between you. Not some random girl at a club and certainly not Grace Clinton

[hyun0o]

Hi author. I want to request for blackpink imagine can you do for ot4, where y/n is really clingy with all of them and they treats y/n like a baby and rosé loves to carry y/n around. They would always do everything for y/n. Thank you love your stories.

Cutie

[Blackpink x 5th mem. Fem!Reader][FLUFF]

I'm so sorry anon, I didn't realize this req was 2 months agoo (—=—') pls forgive me °///°

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Scenario 1 🎮

"Unnie no fair you cheated!" You whined when you lost to Jisoo in mario cart. Both of you sitting on the comfy couch in your vacation hotel after a large and successful comeback, while your other members were in the kitchen, preparing the dinner for tonight, well except for Lisa who was failing her tasks miserably. "Yah, what do you mean I cheated, just admit it you lost boo" Your unnie teased, your puffed cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment. Maybe it was your own fault for challenging the queen of games. "I can't believe I lost to an oldie" You earned an annoyed call from Jisoo, soon she nagged you on how to play the game properly, taking power ups, stop ramming into the sides, and what not. You stuck your tongue out at her while she talked and when she saw your little shenanigans, you booked it knowing she'll poke your sides.

Running into the kitchen, your unnies saw you as you frantically hid behind them. Hoping for you to get protected by them, but of course it's not going to work. "Y/n-ah!!" Jisoo ran to you in a flash, but you wont lose to her again, the other girls watched as the oldest and youngest chased each other around the whole hotel. It basically lasted for 4 mins until Jennie finally called you two to stop. As you enter the kitchen again for the 4th time from the chase, Jennie glared at you with her cat like eyes, making you immediately stop dead in your tracks. "U-unnie..." You stammered with your words getting scared, 'Did I piss her off too? ' You thought as you gave her your infamous puppy dog eyes for some mercy. Jennies eyes furrowed as she stared at you, trying not to break but come on, you looked far way too cute to get angry at.

She sighed and pinched your cheeks, her tall walls breaking in attempt to lecture you "You're going to get hurt if you continue baby, come on and eat" She whispered with loving eyes, you loved your Unnie so much, you loved all of them. But of course you're not always going to say that just to tease them,as a maknae your job is to be mischievous to them. You hear a scream from Jisoo from behind and immediately your flight or fight mode went off, you chose flight. Hugging Jennie to her neck you hid in the crook of her neck to get protected. "Nini!!" You screamed in fear, really not wanting to get tickled. Jisoo bursted out laughing, were you really that scared? Jennie glared at her as well, making her shut her mouth. "We were just playing Jen..." Walking closer to you and soon she unsurprisingly poked your sides, you jumped and whined. "Come on you're over reacting silly, stop clinging onto Jendkkie" You looked at her and just for funs and giggles you stuck your tongue out to just annoy her again. "Yah! You little-" Jennie playfully hit her head to stop and just let it go, earning a pout from the oldest.

"Girls, food is ready!" Chaeyoung called, walking towards you three while Lisa prepared the dishes to the plates. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the funny scene. "What are you guys doing" Laughing, she looked at you pushed your hair to the side so your forehead can breathe. "Jisoo-unnie is so mean!" You pouted back at your oldest member, making her pull a jokingly annoyed face. Before she could even defend herself, Chaeyoung immediately went to your side and pampered you. "Yah this is why she's so spoiled" Jisoo crossed her arms with furrowed eyebrows, you giggle and finally wanted to stop teasing your unnie. Letting go of Jennie you soon hugged Jisoo and apologized for teasing her, even if you two always teased each other, you still loved her. Soon Chaeyoung and Jennie joined in the hug while Jisoo apologized as well. The warm embrace making you all feel at home.

"Hey I also want to join!" Cutie Lisa hugged last making you all chuckle.

Scenario 2 🎥

A sunny afternoon was the perfect setting to go out to the mall, shopping for some groceries and whatever items your hearts desired. For you, it was basically hell. Your heels were killing your damn feet while you're sweating inside of your multi layered outfit, only now regretting your choices, you curse your past naive self. While you suffered from your poor choices, the worst part is it was as if you were invisible to your other members, completely forgetting about you ever since the outing started. Chaeyoung and Lisa were bickering in what to buy for tonight, including board games, food, and other necessities. While Lisa was recording your fun little outing for a vlog. "Come on please, play with me tonight this seems like a fun game" The blonde girl raised the board game up for the camera to see, Lisa can't help but just say yes. And then going back to the camera to shake her head and whisper playful no's. "Yah I heard that" She threw the board game in the basket, finally noticing your tired state, droplets of sweat twinkled on your forehead with your shaking feet not being able to support yourself properly.

"You okay bub? You don't look too good" You wanted to burst out right then and there, finally she noticed you. They were basically ignoring you for the past evening full of walking around and buying things. Rather than anger you start to tear up, making Chaeyoung panic. "Everything sucks" You sniffed, maybe you were over reacting? Maybe you're too sensitive? Maybe it's not even a big deal. You tried hard to reason with yourself, but no matter how much you invalidated your own feelings; nothing worked to calm your nerves down. In fact it made it all worse. "W-what wrong? Does your feet hurt? Here let me help you" You didn't reply, heart still filled with emotions, as Lisa turned the camera off, she finally noticed you two from behind, also spotting the tears on your face while Chaeyoung was taking your heels off. "Y/nnie what's wrong? Did Rosie bully you?" She wiped your tears with her sleeves, guilt emerging in your chest, it wasn't really their fault, yet you were still hurt. "You're probably the one who made her cry idiot" She replied with an annoyed tone making you shiver, Chaeyoung isn't the type to get frustrated at people.

"Here bub, climb on my back. I can carry you back to the van" Your tears swelled up again, you didn't deserve this just after throwing a stupid tantrum. "Listen to Chae, Ynnie, I'll carry your jacket, you're sweating beads" With that you went on Chaeyoungs back while hiding your face on her shoulder, tears still flowing while sniffling. The two older girls can't help but feel guilty, were they the reason you're crying? "Ynnie... Did we do something wrong? Please tell us so we can apologize properly" Lisa looked at you with worry in her eyes, hoping that you'd answer. You whisper something only you can understand on Chaeyoungs shoulder, although it was audible, they couldn't really understand your muffled words.

"Say it again bub what is it?"

"You two ignored me... Ever since this outing started, then my shoes started to get uncomfy to the point it really hurt my feet. And then I got to suffer the consequences of my own choice of clothing, today sucks..." They thought back to this morning where you all got to the mall, you were right. They did ignore you but not on purpose. It's when they always get interrupted to reply to you or when they just shrugged you off. Lisa even remembered that you mentioned how you feet started to get hurt but before she could acknowledge your comment, she got distracted by an item in the store. They both felt horrible, you didn't deserve such treatment. "We're sorry bub... We didn't realize it till now, we promise we'll make it up to you" Chaeyoung hung her head low, as with Lisa, "We promise it won't happen again." You feel content, that's all you wanted to hear from them, a sorry and some assurance where they'd make it up to you. Looking to your side, you were met with Lisa with furrowed eyebrows, guilt evident on her face. "Promise?" You held your pinky up, Lisa smiled brightly and took your pinky with hers, intertwining it.

"We promise" Kissing your forehead, the heavy weights in your chest finally lifting as you hugged Chaeyoung by her neck with a content smile on your face.

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Huhu I love the thought of yn getting pampered by their Unnies, this is probably why most of my biases are maknaes lol. I hope you guys enjoyedd <3

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[girlleon]

TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

warnings: emotional incest (daddy-daughter), dead parent, Leon’s ooc and kind of a pervert and a very unreliable narrator, reader is just a little bit too.

tumblr shadowbans posts that use nsfw tags, ergo the only tags I will use are in the post. content is below the read more and you’re responsible for your own media consumption. read at your own risk.

Your dad isn’t a bad guy. He’s, you know, inept in the way sitcom dads are. He has to ask you how the dishwasher runs when he sees you do it and it takes a couple times, but he figures it out in the end. Same thing with the washer and not having to separate out your reds and whites so you don’t make pink.

Leon’s just… he’s just a bit lonely. Mom died a decade back and now he walks around with half his heart in his hands and stares at you a little too long ‘cause you look just like her.

He tried dating but every woman he went out with could see his broken heart from a mile away and it was like seeing a dilapidated house, nobody wants a fixer-upper.

It’s no surprise to you when he starts hanging off you when you’re cooking for the two of you, big arms wrapped around your waist and cheek on your shoulder. Mom always said he was so clingy and would laugh every time she said that as he pressed his mouth to every place he could reach.

That was another thing too, she’d get playfully annoyed when she was wearing a strappy dress for some sort of work function and he’d damn near glue himself to her—body and mouth. She could never take it when he’d give her that kicked puppy look and reluctantly let go either.

Like mother, like daughter, you guess. You don’t shove him off or squirm free when he clings to you like a barnacle on a ship and you don’t complain because you damn well need the comfort too, even if you guys end up sharing a bed more often than not.

Your dad wasn’t very touchy when you were little, save for when you two were wrestling and he’d go a little too hard and wouldn’t let you up. You’d scream and cry when he wouldn’t let you out from under him and more often than not went crying to mom when she’d walk in.

But, anyway, he has that awkward demeanor of a guy who never got a hug from mommy when he was little. Hence why you never went to him when you wanted comfort, and mom was softer anyway, except for maybe a handful of times.

He told you once that he liked when you were sick because it meant you’d want his comfort, which stuck with you for a long while, but you’re past that, you’re a grown girl now.

Well, okay, it gets a little strange one day when he wraps himself around you like a vine from behind, fresh out of the shower. You get a whiff of him and pause, the wooden spatula freezing in the pan. He feels you stiffen up and lifts his head up, about to ask what’s wrong when you ask, “Is that my body wash?” sounding extremely scandalized and shocked.

Fuck, he never likes it when you’re shocked or angry or anything but happy with him. “Maybe.” Leon replies elusively, tightening his hold on you.

“Okay, what the fuck, dad?” You try to turn around but he holds tight. You stir faster, some rice slopping over the sides of the pan to burn on the electric burner. “Did you run out of yours, or something?”

“No.” Leon shakes his head, nose dragging across your clothed shoulder. “I just like the way yours smells.”

You make a face, unsure how to really respond to that. “Weirdo.” You decide after a while, shaking more soy sauce into the rice and stirring it around.

“Your mom never minded.” He huffs, pressing his nose to the crook of your neck and fighting a smile when your shoulders jump.

Your brows furrow and you turn off the burner with a click. “I’m not mom.” Comes out harsh, the spatula banging on the side of the pan to get the stray rice off.

Leon frowns, pressing his mouth to your shoulder for a moment. “I know, sweetheart.” He mumbles, straightening up and loosening his hold on you when you reach for the plates.

You frown too, lips pressing into a line as you dish out the food for yourself. He can damn well serve himself, he’s a grown ass man.

Dinner is a stiff affair, but he’s nice enough to do the damn dishes for his number one girl. “C’mere.” He tells you when he’s done, holding his arms out. You come over, of course, cheek squishing against his shoulder as you sag against him. You can never stay mad at that old oaf for long. “I miss her.” Dad murmurs by your ear, pretending not to notice the way your arms flare with goosebumps. Sensitive ears, you got that from him.

“I know, dad.” You mumble back, nose invaded by the orange scent of your body wash on him and his sharp-smelling aftershave. “I miss her too.” Enough time’s gone by that your voice doesn’t crack when you say that, but your throat aches all the same.

He squeezes you closer, resting his cheek on the top of your head, kissing it before laying his cheek back on your head.

Leon’s not a bad guy. You’re just the closest thing he’s got to a wife. And he really needs to get a fucking grip because he can’t keep walking around at half-mast because you called him dad. Like, what the hell else are you supposed to call him? Leon? Fuck no. You’re his kid and kids don’t call their parents by their first names, except for that creepy kid in The Ring, but that’s fake.

God, there’s something wrong with him, he’s got a couple screws loose or something that makes him react this way. He made you. He remembers going to all the ultrasound appointments and buying the prenatals and the damn cravings. He remembers holding you when your mother finally pushed you out, kissing her sweaty temple when you opened your little mouth and started crying because the world was too loud compared to the comfort of the womb.

And he remembers when little thirteen-year-old you dragged his sorry ass into the house after he collapsed on the lawn in a drunken stupor. He was in and out for a bit after you finally lugged him inside onto the couch and had to chase after the cat for good measure and bring her silly ass back in.

When he woke up, it was six in the morning and he had one of the worst hangovers of his life. There was already a little bowl on his blanketed lap in case he puked and you were curled up in a ball on the furthest side of the couch, snoozing away.

He let you stay home for the day and had an intervention with himself as you played nurse. Maybe that’s when shit got fucked up and lines got blurred. Somewhere along the way, some wires got crossed and you started sitting where your mom did, in addition to sleeping in their bed too.

He remains awake as you snore contentedly with your back to him, his chest firmly against your spine and hips against his. See, that’s another thing you got from him, those hips and perky ass. The more he thinks about it, you’re all him in all the best and worst ways.

Best ways: hips. Ass. Definitely legs too. You got his nose and his dimples and smile. And that little spring to your step that reminds him of the days before he transferred to the RCPD and came out of Raccoon City worse for wear. You make the same faces he does—got that nearly permanent furrow in your brow that he smooths out with his thumb and warns you that you’re too young for wrinkles. Sensitive ears too.

Worst ways: clingy. It was worse when you were young and always wanted to be around him. Jeez, he gets that you were a kid and all, but wow. Is it normal for kids to cling onto their dad’s calves and tell them not to go to work? Another thing, you’re so damn sensitive. Just one comment will throw you off and he’ll be begging for you to get back to normal. One time when you were twelve, he tried to spank you and he got the silent treatment for the rest of the night after you wiggled your way free, tears streaming down your little face. He slept on the couch because he felt so bad.

There is one thing though… Leon can pat himself on the back for making the perfect girl for him. You just share half his DNA, which makes things a little sticky.

You shift a little in your sleep, your ass pressing against his dick and he has to damn near bite his tongue bloody so he doesn’t make a noise because you’re asleep. More often than not, he has to go rub one out in the bathroom and feel guilty because all that can get him off is thoughts of you.

He tries out dating apps again a couple days after that. “Honey?” He calls out as you’re in the kitchen putting the dishes away.

“What?” Ugh, he hates that, you should just come over here when he calls out for you. When he doesn’t respond, you groan so loudly he can hear you from two rooms over, walking over to where he sits on the couch with those bifocals. “What, dad?”

“Can you help me set up my Tinder profile?” He has to hold in a smirk when you do a double take and shift your weight between your feet, gaze falling down to your bare legs because you decided to torment him and wear those stupid bike shorts before he trains his eyes back on your face.

“Aren’t you… aren’t you a little old for that?”

You don’t mean any harm, but he winces a little for show, his hand over his heart. “Ouch, honey, that hurts. I’m your old man, you should be nice to me.”

You huff at him and plop down next to him on the couch, leaning so close he can smell your coconut body butter you insist on slathering yourself in after a shower. Just take them a little colder, you don’t need to boil alive to get clean. “What do you have?” You ask him, scratching the tip of your nose.

He hands his phone over to you and you hold it carefully, swiping through his pictures catalogue before you look up at him, distinctly unimpressed in the way only hot college girls can be. He finds himself asking more than a little defensively, “What?”

“You need better pictures.” And to not set your age limits at a grandma’s age and a college girl’s age. “Hang on, I have some good ones of you.”

“Did your mom take them?” He leans over to watch you swipe through your gallery.

You shake your head, selecting a couple pictures from a folder named ‘dad’ and texting them to him. “No, I caught a couple candids of you maybe a couple weeks back. And Aunt Claire always sends some to me when all you older folk go out.”

Leon gasps in mock scandal, notching his sharp chin on your shoulder. “I could sue you for that. Unlawful surveillance. What are you doing taking pictures of me without my knowledge anyway?”

You freeze before you go back to selecting the right pictures for his Tinder carousel. “Scrapbooking.” You answer quietly after a long, uncomfortable pause, your eyes on his phone screen. “I don’t have much of mom, so I take as many of you as I can.”

Oh, sweetheart. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes you tight as you help him finish setting upon his profile. See, a couple good ones: him holding a bass as big as his arms put together, one of him smiling unguardedly with Auntie Claire’s German shepherd mix on his lap insisting on pets—he’s smiling so wide his dimples are showing, his fingers buried in the long fur—another of him taking a picture of you taking a picture of him, maybe he can add more when he feels like it.

He squints at the screen, maybe he should up his prescription, “What the hell’s a bio?”

You snort, halfway amused and halfway bewildered. “Like, biography, dad.”

“Why don’t they just say that?” He says to watch you turn to look at him, your noses just this far apart.

You turn back around, face warming. “Because it was meant to be shorthand.”

“Oh.”

You show the phone to him. It’s got his Zodiac—Scorpio—in a tab along with his height and weight, marital status, whether he drinks or smokes or is ‘420 friendly’—which you tell him means whether he’s okay with weed, he says no and you change that—whether he’s a cat or dog person, all the really important things to consider in a potential partner. He adds that he has you, then hedges on whether he should mention the dead wife.

You veto mentioning it, so he leaves it out, then saves his profile.

A bit after you help your dad set up his tinder profile—apparently, DILFs are in—you get asked out on a date. Which, normally, would be cause for celebration.

You just feel anxious at the thought of telling your dad that you’re going out. Like, how is he going to respond? He was never overprotective, and isn’t really now, but you really dislike the idea of leaving him alone for a while. You keep it a secret until you come downstairs and he’s making dinner. He turns around when he hears your feet on the creaky stairs, eyebrows raising as he lets out a low whistle at your outfit.

Your face warms all the way up to your ears.

“Where are you going?” He asks, managing to not sound sleazy as he turns back around to stir the sauce in the pot, the only thing betraying his true feelings being how jerky his movements are.

“Out on a date.” You reply reticently, shifting from foot to foot at the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay.” He says after a tense pause. Then he glances back over his shoulder, waggling his eyebrows at you. “Play safe.”

“Ew, dad.” You say as you go get your shoes and pull them on where you sit on the stairs. “Not happening.”

He hums, eyeing you surreptitiously. Aw, blue underpants this time, not red or black. “Good. At least wait until the third date.”

“I’m going now.” You tell him emphatically, wrapping your arms around him from behind before you walk out, keys in your bag. Leon’s stomach flips when your hand lands on his stomach, body betraying him once again. He curses under his breath and hangs his head, willing himself to calm down and kill that jealousy rising in the back of his throat as he watches you pull out of the driveway and go on your date.

Well, you come home thirty minutes later, guilt eating at you for daring to go out on a date. Nevermind the fact that you’re a fully grown adult and can do whatever you want because you’re young and hot.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He’s at the table, eating by himself and painting a very sad picture of bachelorhood. “Did it not go so well?”

“Yeah.” You lie, getting yourself a plate and serving yourself some spaghetti and meatballs. You didn’t even make it to the restaurant before you took a u-turn and went home, making up something about an emergency coming up. “Didn’t like the guy, gave me bad vibes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He gets up and scoops you into a hug, hiding his glee successfully. “Other fish in the sea.” He says blithely when you’re both sitting down.

You slurp up the last of your spaghetti before giving him a smile. “Yeah. Other fishes.”

Neither of you mean a word you say.

A month later, he gets to go out on a date with someone else. He tells you the day of, the very same way you did a month prior.

Turnabout’s fair play but your stomach still complains and you’re still jealous of this woman.

He tuts and flicks your nose when you’re silent for a little too long, grinning when you scowl at him and jab him in the stomach. He grunts and doubles over and gets you back, this little play-fight going on for a few minutes because neither of you matured past the age of twelve.

Eventually, you get away and watch him adjust his clothes that you helped pick him out, your arms folding as you pout and sulk on the inside. “Don’t pout at me, babygirl.” He tells you, giving you a wink that traitorously makes your stomach flip-flop. “I’ll be back around nine, you can bring the hammer down if I’m out past curfew.”

You still don’t smile, you feel a little like you’re being replaced. Then again, this mystery woman isn’t the one who gets to have him clinging onto her as she cooks or while you sleep in the same bed or on the couch watching a movie you picked out because Leon’s a big softie and can never say no to his favorite girl.

But she might, and you revolt at the thought of having a stepmother at your big age. You two made it a decade without a replacement, you certainly don’t need one, and lately, you’re not so sure dad needs one either. You’re a wife figure all on your own.

He leaves with a big hug and a kiss dropped on the top of your head, the door shutting behind him. You watch him reverse out of the driveway before you start on dinner and sulk the entire way through the oven cooking your chicken nuggets.

Leon comes home an hour later and scoops you into a hug, rousing you from sleep in your shared bed.

“What’s up, dad?” You sleepily nose at him, head tucked into his neck. “Did you not like her?”

“Nah. I didn’t even see her, I told her something came up.” He pets your head and you snuffle, one arm wrapping around his waist.

“How come?”

“Bad vibes.” He knows you know he’s lying. “Besides,” he shifts, scooping you onto his lap, “I’ve got my number one girl right here.”

[explosionkatsu]

Age doesn't matter Finale

Dad!Bakugo x F!Teacher!Babysitter!Reader

24

As the school week comes to an end, he eagerly looks forward to his weekend visit with his mother. Without fail, every Saturday or Sunday, he sets aside time to make the journey to his home. The time spent with her is precious to him, and he cherishes the opportunity to catch up on each other's lives, share stories, and simply enjoy each other's company especially now that he is looking forward to meeting his baby brother.

As Kazui walked into the living room, you couldn't help but smile. "You're early, Kazui-chan," you said, giggling as you tried to stand up from the comfortable sofa where you sat. "Okairi, sweety," you added with a smile, admiring his delicate features that contrasted his father's strong ones.

Kazui seemed worried as he threw his bag aside and rushed to your side. "Dad will scold you again," he warned you, concern etched on his face. "Please don't move that much, Mom."

"Don't worry that much, dear. You are all overreacting," you playfully pushed him but gave him a hug which he returned happily. You could feel the warmth of his embrace and the softness of his hair, as well as the gentle beating of his heart.

"We just don't want you to move that much," Kazui said, as he looked up at you. You couldn't help but notice how much he resembled his father and felt a pang of bliss.

"Oh, shush. I'm taking care of myself. Don't worry, okay?" you giggled, finally releasing Kazui from the embrace. You could see that he still looked worried, but you didn't want to trouble him further.

"Fine, fine," Kazui chuckled. "Have you eaten? Do you want me to prepare you anything?" His voice was soft and soothing, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his care.

"I'm fine, dear. How was school?" you asked, taking his bag from where he threw it. You slightly bend down to grab it, feeling its weight already, and wonder how he managed to carry it around all day.

Kazui saw this and just took his bag before you could take it, making you pout. "It's pretty annoying," he scowled. You could see that he was tired and wanted to rest.

"Why is that?" you asked, curious about what was bothering him.

"A bunch of extras are clinging to me. I hate it," he replied, his eyes rolling at the thought.

Hearing this, you laughed out loud. "You have no idea how... how," you couldn't even continue your sentence, as you were still laughing.

Kazui looked at you weirdly.

Almost right on time, Katsuki walked in holding a bunch of groceries. "I'm back." He called out. As he turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised, seeing his son. "You're early, brat."

"And you're here," Kazui said raising his eyebrow, eyeing his Dad from top to bottom. "Are you supposed on patrol today?"

"Unlike you, I get to take a leave from work, brat," Katsuki smirked still holding the groceries.

"Now, now, you two." You stepped between. You that these two would start a fight, and also knew that your husband would spar with Kazui. "Katsuki, just put those in the kitchen, Kazui, go freshen up." You said, arms crossed.

"You're lucky your mom's here, brat." Katsuki grinned.

"I will beat you this time if Mom is not here." Kazui scowled as he headed to his bathroom.

" I swear to god, these two." You shook your head while watching.

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Katsuki moved around the kitchen with precision, expertly maneuvering the pots and pans. The aroma of the delicious meal filled the air, making Y/n's mouth water in anticipation. Her heart swelled with gratitude for Katsuki, who always took care of her, especially now that she was pregnant with their second child.

As Y/n gazed in awe at Katsuki's impressive culinary skills, she noticed Kazui finally making his way down the stairs. His feet made a soft pitter-patter sound on the wooden steps, the noise echoing through the entire house.

When Kazui reached the bottom of the stairs, he couldn't contain his excitement and immediately sat down next to Y/n, eager to converse with his mother about how his training went at school.

At the sound of his son's footsteps, Katsuki turned around and caught sight of Kazui, a small smirk spreading across his face.

As he observed the scene unfolding before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy welling up inside him. The bond between Y/n and Kazui was a beautiful sight to behold, and it filled his heart with an indescribable warmth. Watching Kazui interact with his mother, chatting with her calmly and genuinely, and tenderly placing a hand on her belly to feel the presence of his soon-to-be little sibling, stirred deep emotions within him.

As they all gathered around the dinner table, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and animated chatter. Y/n's laughter was infectious, and Katsuki and Kazui engaged in a lively conversation about school. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she watched her husband and son, bantering, and particularly relishing Katsuki's teasing, which never failed to bring a smile to her face.

At that moment, as they shared a meal, Y/n couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. She was grateful for the love of her husband and son, and the little one growing inside her. As she looked around the table, her heart filled with a sense of contentment and a deep appreciation for the beautiful life they had created together.

She never imagined that her life would turn out this way. The journey seemed full of confusion and pain in the past, but in the end, everything worked out wonderfully.

A great husband and a great son.

He may be a little older than her, but age doesn't matter in love, right? 

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1k words only. Its been a while, I'm sorry. But here is the finale. This is a bit rushed but I know you guys needed closure for this story lol. I do hope some of ya'all still liked this.

And for my other fanfics? It might take a while for me to update since I got a job now, its tiring but I really want to get back at writing. So, yeah.

Enjoy!

[potchi-fics]

8 ball

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Bada and Y/n, for some reason, hate each others guts-- the two try and beat one another whenever they're in the same room. but what happens when the tension transforms into... something else? NOTE: there may be suggestive themes, or even full on nsfw🔞🔞.. i just wanted to give you all a heads up

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Y/n, one of the it girls on the campus. she has everything: money, money, good looks.. everything. one thing about her is she's not the innocent girl you think she looks. oh, no, she's a woman who will do anything to get her way, no matter what.

Bada, like Y/n, one of the it girls. she, too, has everything Y/n has. but she's a player-- she doesn't, or rather, won't care about your feelings. she oozes fuck girl energy.

and they both hate loathe each other.

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Y/n and her friends are playing billiards, talking to one another happily, discussing about their stressing college life when Noze changes the topic to Y/n.

"so Y/n," dragging out the first word, "any updates on your love life?"

"please," Aiki snorts, "Y/n? love life? don't even bother-- ah shit!" by the looks of it, the cue ball fell in the corner pocket.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, "you're talking as if i'm not here, eh? and besides, i just haven't found my match." she pouts.

"oh, trust me," Monika quips remarks, "you have. by the way, you suck at this, Aiki."

the three only shared knowing looks while Y/n looks at them in confusion. she was about to ask what she meant when they hear a set of people take their place beside them.

Y/n face distorts into annoyance, only crossing her legs and staring at the other table.

"miss me?"

Bada.

She scoffs, "as if."

Bada confidently strolls to her, ignoring the group. "oh c'mon, i know you do."

"talking nonsense, baby," the petname only making Bada smirk, "you're self-projecting onto me.. you're being so obvious, Bada." Y/n's honey like voice tease her.

their moment gets ruined as they hear Chocol's voice from the other table. Bada winks at Y/n, and she gave her a flying kiss as a reply. Y/n looks back at her friends and they all stare with their eye brows raised.

"what?"

"nothing.." Monika answered.

Y/n grumbles. "what is it? tell me? and why does Bada have to choose a table beside us? there's like, plenty other tables."

Aiki and Noze shakes their head at her, "stop grumbling, you look like a baby. let's play!"

minutes pass by and her were all enjoying their stay; making jabs at each other whenever a shot doesn't work out. what Y/n doesn't notice is Bada throwing looks at her every 5 minutes.

"dude, stop staring at her." Haechi pokes fun at her, "we know you're in love and all, but seriously, play."

"i'm not in love with her," Bada denies. "stop saying that."

her friends only hums, resulting another comment from her.

"i'm being for real right now," Bada throws up a middle finger, "it's just so fun annoying her."

Chocol mumbles out, "yeah, that's how my grandpa and grandma met."

"oh, fuck off, Chocs." Bada groans while Haechi laughs her ass off.

a moment later and a woman walks in the place, she marches to where Bada's table is.

"oh! Redlic?" Chocs seem surprised.

Redlic clings to Bada, not even batting an eye to Chocol-- making Haechi and Chocol roll their eyes secretly.

"i missed you, baby." Redlic states, hugging Bada tighter.

Bada separates herself from her, "stop calling me that. you know i hate being called those."

"but if it's Y/n, you don't complain.."

"real, real."

hushed whispers from Bada's friends made her roll her eyes.

going back to Y/n and she is fuming. she hates that that woman keeps clinging to Bada. her stare was so intense that it looks like she's burning holes at the back of their head.

"relax, no one's gonna take your baby away from you," Aiki prods, "why so angry?"

she only roll her eyes and clicks her tongue, trying to focus her attention on the pool. "i'm not."

"enemies to lovers, 'm betting twenty-five dollars on that." Aiki added.

you did try to play, but you see that woman clinging to Bada in the corner of your eye, distracting you.

Noze stares at you in amusement, "how come you're still great at this even though you're distracted?"

"'cus sixty-five percent of her life revolves around this place," Monika remarks.

"then money, grades, coffee, and lastly.." Noze side eyes the other table, "Bada."

hitting the cue ball rather harshly, "you guys are crazy." she rubs the chalk cube against the tip of her cue, "my life does not revolve around her."

"it kinda does."

she only rolled her eyes for the millionth time today. before being able to strike the eight ball, Chocol comes over.

"hey, y/n," she raises her eyebrows at Chocol, "you wanna play against Redlic? the woman beside Bada. there's a bet going on right now, and you know.."

guess now you know her name.

"absolutely," Aiki answered for her.

Chocol nods her head and goes back.

Y/n hits Aiki's shoulder, "you didn't even give me time to think?"

"c'mon, don't you wanna beat Redlic?" her friend whines, "also, i wanna join the bet, so let's go."

Aiki drags them all to where a crowd is forming. she clicks her tongue once more, seeing how Redlic arm's wrapped around Bada's.

"you're the one playing against me?" Redlic cockily questioned.

Y/n simply nods, "yep."

"prepare to lose."

all Y/n could think was, is that all she can do?

Y/n shrugs, "we're wastin' everybody's time here, considering i'm only practicing."

Aiki shouts, "that's my chicken."

"that's right, i raised you like that!" Monika throws out.

and she sees Noze laughing and filming the whole thing. she also sees Redlic's face morph into irritation.

"you go first, i insist." Y/n comments, staring at Bada deviously at the end of her sentence.

Redlic is doing surprisingly well, knocking every ball she hits down the pockets. not forgetting to take shots at Y/n who only smiled and whistled. but on her third to the last ball, she missed.

"aww," she coos, her eyes drifting to Bada as she fixes the table. "that sucks."

Y/n winks at Bada, getting a smirk in response.

now, it was her time to show off. with every hit, every ball-- she mesmerised everybody watching, even Bada. with every ball that she puts in, fuels Bada.

down with the last ball-- the eight ball. she positions herself and fortunately, it was in directly in front of Bada. she bends over, not even caring that other people were seeing them. all she cares, right now, is to make Bada lose herself.

Bada's teeth sinks into her lower lip, her eyes roaming Y/n's body. she was so busy gawking at her that she doesn't hear the crowd exclaiming as Y/n won. hell, she doesn't even notice Redlic storming out of the place.

the crowd disperse but Y/n turns around to face her. she sees Y/n sit on the pool table, beckoning her over.

"enjoyed my show?" she let Bada go between her legs.

Bada puts her hands on the girl's hips, putting her face dangerously close to Y/n. "mhm.."

the air around them suddenly becomes thick, tension building up rapidly. Y/n's fingers massages Bada's nape and her thumb swiping Bada's lower lip.

her eyes lowers down to Y/n lips, "i loved it." she whispers.

"i can tell, baby."

slowly, Y/n pulls Bada towards her, and Bada lets her. just when their lips are about to touch, Y/n pulls back. Bada tries to chase her lips but she stops her.

"not yet," she murmured.

Bada breathed, "baby, why?"

"'cus i want to torture you." she kisses Bada's neck before pushing her away gently and walking to where her friends are.

Bada stares at you stunned as you saunter back to where your friends are because that's the first time that has happened to her.

"better luck next time, boss." Chocol pats her back.

Haechi snickers, "looks like you're the one who's gonna do the chasing."

deep down, she's more than okay with that.

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OPS OPSS🤚 no nsfw yet hehe hope you all enjoy

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[byunpum]

Can you please do Neytiri,Neteyam,Lo’ak, and Jake with a chubby human reader?

Avatar Masterlist

Neytiri:

I think she would not notice your physical presence right away. She would be more focused on your behavior in the clan. Things with the humans would still be on the surface. So she was surprised when jake introduced you to the clan, you were the only human among them. She would come up and introduce herself. Seeing you smile at her. Some time later she would approach you. Little by little. And right then and there she begins to notice the differences between the two of you. How you were softer, how your curves were more pronounced. And if anything had fascinated neytiri it was your breasts.

I'm pretty sure neytiri has a fascination with boobs. You can see how she takes care to always have that area very adorned and beautiful. So when she was confident enough, she would touch you without warning. For example, you were sitting with her. Out of nowhere, you would feel someone give your breast a little boop. You look down, and see neytiri curiously touching you with her finger. "They're this soft…all the time?" she speaks, moving closer to the edge of your shirt. Lifting up your shirt, you react quickly, taking her hands. "Ney…you can't just pull up my shirt just like that…especially not here" you look around. "I bet they're really pretty and you're covering them up with those ugly clothes. I'll make something nice for your boobs…you'll see" she's annoyed, but you could tell it was playfully. Because she sits closer to you, and taps you on your back with her tail.

Neteyam:

Biting. Yeah…this guy would give you soft bites out of nowhere. It doesn't have to be hard, or to hurt. He would simply open his mouth and come up to you, and press his teeth into your skin. Closing his eyes, at first it would be a bit strange for you. But you've been around this guy long enough to know that he's getting your reaction, and he's demanding attention.

You would be swimming, one of the many lessons you are forced to take. You were having fun in the water, until you felt someone bite your thigh. You kick whatever it is that bit you. You see neteyam come up, placing his hand on your head. "Baby…that hurt," says neteyam, reaching up to grab you around the waist. You tap him on the chest again. "You're crazy…I thought it was something worse…like a fish" you say, neteyam laughs. Catching your ear. "Like ao'nung's ugly fish?" he speaks in a mocking voice, giving another bite to your shoulder. You laugh, no doubt biting was his way of showing you how much he liked you.

Lo'ak:

Like his mother, lo'ak has to touch you. And to his good fortune you were very affectionate with him. Always cuddling him, pressing your body against him. The boy would pray to eywa that you wouldn't move away from him, because he loved to feel you close to him. He liked to drag you by the waist to his side, just so he could hold you close.

Like that time he got hurt, and you came running to where he was. Mo'at was treating his wounds. You go in and hug him. The boy is sitting up, so his whole face is pressed against your chest. He relaxes, listening to your heartbeat and feeling how soft you feel. Wrapping you more in the embrace. Everyone in the hut is looking weird, because lo'ak had let himself go and had his eyes closed. He was clinging to you, while you could hear him purring.

Jake sully:

( This gif hurts me…it looks so beautiful.) From the first time he saw you, in the lab. His hormones went through the roof…for the first time in his life he was grateful to be in a wheelchair. He had a perfect view of your beautiful body as you passed him. When he became an avatar, Jake went out of his way to make sure his cute Y/N was by his side. And now that he was twice your size, nothing was going to stop him.

Squeezing your thighs, as you sat on his lap. Or looking at you long enough to make you turn to look at him. "Did you miss something?" you speak, with mischief in your voice. "mmm no, did you?" jake would take your hand, to pull you between his legs. Squeezing your arms, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. "You're so soft…I miss feeling this." Jake would let go, moving to let his head rest on her shoulder, breathing and enjoying himself.

[eternaltae7]

Close Quarters

Fox of BTS | BTS 8th Member

Hani quietly entered the stadium, keeping her hoodie pulled over her head and sunglasses perched on her nose. She knew she wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, but she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary. This was Seventeen’s kick-off concert in Seoul, and she was determined to support them without sparking any more rumors. But from the moment the concert started, it was nearly impossible to tear her eyes off him. Wonwoo was electrifying on stage—his movements, his gaze, everything about him commanded attention, and she was utterly captivated.

Hani had managed to slip backstage after Seventeen’s concert, and the second she found Wonwoo, she couldn’t resist throwing her arms around him. He looked even better up close, still riding the high of performing, with that confident spark in his eyes. She knew she should congratulate the others, but after spending the whole night completely captivated by him on stage, she could barely keep her hands to herself.

Seungkwan and Hoshi spotted them and immediately started teasing. “Hani, I thought you came to support all of us,” Seungkwan teased, crossing his arms in a dramatic pout. “Could’ve sworn you didn’t even look in my direction.”

She laughed, giving them quick hugs. “Of course I did! I just… might’ve been a bit distracted by someone.”

“Oh, we noticed.” Hoshi winked, nudging Wonwoo. They teased her a bit more, then finally let her leave with Wonwoo, who took her hand and led her toward his apartment.

The tension between them was thick the entire way there, and the second they closed the door behind them, Hani couldn’t hold back. She pushed him back against the wall, her hands reaching up to his shoulders, and pulled him down into a heated kiss. Wonwoo grinned against her lips, clearly thrilled by her boldness.

“You were unbelievable out there,” she murmured, pressing closer to him. “I could barely focus on anything else.”

They went to his room and she pushed him down onto the bed, and they shared a heated kiss, Hani’s fingers tangling in his hair as he slipped her shirt off, leaving her in just her bra. Wonwoo’s hands were all over her, both of them completely lost in the moment—until the sound of the door suddenly opening snapped them back to reality.

“Oh my god!” Mingyu’s voice filled the room as he stood in the doorway, his eyes wide in shock.

Wonwoo moved instantly, flipping Hani beneath him and shielding her from Mingyu’s view while frantically trying to cover her up. “Mingyu!” he half-groaned, half-shouted, looking both mortified and annoyed. “Could you not barge into my room?”

Mingyu, clearly amused, crossed his arms, grinning as he took in the scene. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, sounding anything but, “but I thought you two should know that Hoshi’s in the living room. He wants to hang out, and he’ll throw a fit if Hani chooses you over him tonight.”

Hani stifled a laugh, and despite his annoyance, Wonwoo sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled, “we’ll be out in a second.” As Mingyu left, Wonwoo turned back to Hani, his smile sheepish. “Guess it’s going to be one of those nights.”

When they finally walked into the living room, Hoshi was immediately at Hani’s side, tugging her toward the couch with a mischievous grin. “You,” he declared, engulfing his arms around her possessively, “are sitting with me for the rest of the night.”

Hani laughed as Hoshi pulled her close. “Seriously, Hani?” he said, playfully pouting. “You and Wonwoo were just off doing god knows what, and here I thought our night in Paris actually meant something.”

“Oh my god, Hoshi!” she exclaimed, smacking his arm as she felt her cheeks heat up.

Wonwoo stood nearby, his expression hovering between amusement and embarrassment. “Soonyoung, please,” he groaned, eyeing his friend. “Can we not do this tonight, especially with you clinging to my girlfriend?”

Hoshi just grinned, holding Hani even tighter. “Too bad, she’s mine tonight,” he declared, making her laugh as he gave Wonwoo a wink. Eventually, Hani wiggled free and found her way back to Wonwoo’s side, leaning close to him as they all chatted and laughed.

Throughout the night, Wonwoo and Hani couldn’t stop gravitating toward each other, touches lingering and hands intertwining. At one point, Wonwoo leaned in to whisper, “You look so good tonight… the second I get you alone, I’m going to devour you.”

He thought he’d been quiet enough, but Dino’s shocked voice immediately cut through the room. “Hyung!” Dino looked around at the others, wide-eyed. “Did you guys hear what Wonwoo just said?”

The group burst into laughter, and Hoshi gasped dramatically, putting his hands over Hani’s ears. “Excuse me, Wonwoo, but how dare you say such a thing to my sweet baby, Hani!”

Hani snorted, shaking her head as she pushed Hoshi’s hands away. “Please,” she said, grinning, “you would know I’m not that innocent.”

Everyone roared with laughter, while Wonwoo let out a quiet laugh, resting his forehead on her shoulder as he traced her fingers with his. They stayed close, leaning into each other as the night began to wind down.

Eventually, as the crowd started to thin out, Hani and Wonwoo exchanged a knowing glance. Slipping away from the group, they quietly headed back to Wonwoo’s room, eager to finish what they’d started earlier.

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Could you do Cassandra Cain & younger sibling reader head canons? Reader has electricity, is reckless, disobeys a lot but really attached to Cass

Cassandra Cain & Younger Sibling!Reader Headcanons

1. Cass is always in protective mode when it comes to you. She knows how reckless you can be, and even though she trusts your abilities, she worries about the risks you take. She’ll give you “the look” whenever you push yourself too far, which silently says, “Take it easy, or you’re grounded.”

- Cass knows you can’t be controlled, but she tries to channel your energy into productive training sessions. She’ll help you learn to harness your electricity powers, teaching you how to use them efficiently in combat, and sometimes challenging you to show more precision rather than just raw power.

2. After a mission or a moment when you were particularly reckless, Cass doesn’t lecture you with words but with her silence and expressions. She’s perfected the art of making you feel guilty without saying a word. One long look, and you’re immediately rethinking your choices.

- You love pushing the limits, just to see how far Cass will let you go. You might start practicing moves she told you not to, or spar when you shouldn’t, and she’ll often catch you mid-act. Despite her exasperation, she still has endless patience for you, though she doesn’t hesitate to stop you with a quick move.

3. While she might not be super vocal about her love, Cass always makes sure you know how much you mean to her. Whether it’s a small pat on your head, pulling you in for a silent hug after a dangerous mission, or simply watching over you while you train, her affection is there, even if unspoken.

4. You’re one of the few who can get Cass to talk more, or at least try. Sometimes, if she’s being overprotective, you tease her, saying, “Come on, Cass, you’re not my mom!” She’ll just roll her eyes but might give a small smirk in response.

5. Despite your disobedient streak, you’re incredibly attached to her. Cass is often surprised to find you shadowing her whenever she’s around. Sometimes, you’ll just sit near her, recharging after a rough day, enjoying the comfort of her presence without saying anything.

6. You enjoy seeing how Cass reacts to your random outbursts of affection. You’ll suddenly cling to her or even playfully zap her (on the lowest setting!) just to get her attention. She pretends to be annoyed, but you know she’s secretly amused by it.

7. There are times you need Cass to pull you out of danger after you’ve gotten in over your head. Even when you try to convince her, “I had it under control!” she knows better. Cass, in turn, knows she can rely on you too; if she’s in a pinch, you’ll use your electricity to create distractions or clear paths for her without hesitation.

8. Cass respects your need for independence but draws the line when you endanger yourself. She’ll give you freedom, but she’ll also have quiet rules and boundaries you both know not to cross. Sometimes, she’ll give you a strict gesture that says, “You’re grounded,” and somehow you don’t even try to argue.

9. The two of you are an amazing team in battle. You’ve perfected moves together where you create sparks and diversions with your electricity, and she moves in like a shadow, taking down enemies who are thrown off by the flashes of light. Cass trusts you implicitly in the field, knowing that you’ll always have each other’s backs.

10. After disobeying her and giving her a scare, you’ll sometimes quietly bring her a snack or give her a quick, tight hug to show you’re sorry. Cass doesn’t say much, but her expression softens, and she’ll pat your back to let you know she forgives you.

[agattthaa]

Ridiculous?

Paring: Cassiel/Audrey

Word count: 1.014

Summary: It's normal to feel a little ridiculous when putting on a custome to take your children trick or treating.

Rating: T

Thank you, Tanu my dearest, for the adorable idea.

Tagging: @rc-catalog @ratanslily

-I look ridiculous.

-You say that every year.

-That's because every year I look ridiculous, Audrey.

-Oh, believe me, the last thing you look in this leather outfit is ridiculous. It’s a very nice view.

She could see him rolling his eyes in the reflection on the mirror as finished closing the zipper on his suit. It was hard to find a seamstress capable and willing to do two leather outfits and two normal cotton ones, but considering how good her husband looked and how much he had stared at her as she dressed, it was worth every penny. She hugged him from the behind, letting her hands wander around his torso and his chest.

-It’s not like it’s something you never saw before.

-And if I’m lucky I’ll see it again later tonight. -She placed a kiss on his shoulder before slowly walking to stand in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders, the grin on her face growing bigger as she saw his eyes watchingher figure. -Do I look ridiculous?

The black leather clinged to her skin beautifully although they both had ordered their costumes one size up. He placed both hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him and his own face starting to break into a wicked smirk to match hers.

-Oh, the last thing you look right now is ridiculous.

She clearly was struggling to hold back her own laugh as she pulled him closer by the neck.

-Oh, but this is something you saw a lot of times.

-And I’ll be very lucky when I see it again later tonight.

They were both grinning as their lips almost touched. But that was before the loud bang in their bedroom door.

-Mooooomm, we are wasting time. The sooner we get out the more candies we get.

The two of them gave a defeated sigh still with their smiles on their faces as they pulled apart from each other, Cassiel going to open the door for the little troublemakers behind it and Audrey walking towards her bet to put on her boots. Surely the catwoman costume would look a lot better with high heels, but she was a mother and it wasn't her first Halloween and it wouldn't be her last. She would need to walk too much to even consider heels. Maybe on some other occasion, maybe later.

The small girl stormed into the room, stopping on her tracks to look up to her father. Before Cassandra was born, they used to make fake bets and play silly fights about who she would look the most like. As a first time mom, of course Audrey wanted her daughter to look like a mini version of her, but when she was born looking almost like a carbon copy of her father, Audrey's heart almost melted. She could still find her traits on the girl like her eyes or the way she lifted her eyebrows, but watching them both like that made her fall even more in love with the man that was lifting up their 9 year old child just so they could talk at eye level.

Not that she would say that.

-Wow, dad, you look so cool!

-Thank you, darling. You look even cooler. Where's your brother?

-He forgot his mask in the kitchen. He's very excited. And we're late. I told you two that we should leave at sunset.

-You really are father's daughter, Cassie.

She gave a small laugh as Cassiel playfully rolled his eyes as Audrey got up and Cassiel placed Cassandra down, the girl rushing to look at her hair in the mirror. On that, she was one hundred percent Audrey’s daughter. Always searched for different hairstyles for her mother to try and giving an annoyed look whenever her curls didn't look exactly like she wanted them to. And at that moment, when she smiled pleased at her own reflection, Audrey thought her daughter would rush them again.

But her own carbon copy ran inside the room, pridefully wearing his costume and mask, also stopping to look at his father.

-Wow, dad! Say it! Say it!

The two kids started to run around Cassiel, echoing “Say it!” until their father lowered the mask on his face and said with the roughest voice.

-I’m batman.

That only made Cassandra and Adrian run more and jump around excitedly as Audrey let out a big laugh and Cassiel showed himself uncappable of hiding his own smile.

-You don’t seem to be that worried about the time anymore, Cassie.

The two children turned around to look at their mother, Cassandra quickly turning towards the big window that showed that the sun was now completely gone while the little boy’s green eyes stayed fixated on her. He rushed towards his mother, rising both his arms as he asked to be lifted up. He was getting too big for getting picked up, Cassiel once said, but she still lifted Cassandra up and she would keep her children on her arms for as long as they asked for it.

-You look very pretty, mama.

-And you look even more, my little reeeeed robin.

-Cassie would look cooler if she wore her mask too. She’s ruining her secret identity going out like that! Orphan always wears her mask!

-We are late, mommmm.

Cassandra completely ignored her brother's complaint, hugging Audrey’s leg and pulling her mother towards the door, making the adult woman almost lose her balance until Cassiel lifted Adrian from his wife's arms and holding his son, laughing to himself while Audrey was basically dragged towards the entrance of the house.

So he followed them out of the room. And as his gaze shifted between looking down at his son on his arms and towards his wife and daughter push and pulling and laughing, he closed the door of his bedroom, thinking to himself.

And although he was covered in a leather costume that his siblings would mock him to death and that all his neighbors wouldn see, the last thing he felt at that moment was ridiculous.

[buzzyb33]

No, I’m not.

Prompt: Going out with josh alone in the first time in a while causes him to get some very unwanted female attention, making you feel a bit insecure and even jealous in yourself.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of eye and hair colour,

We got out the taxi as it arrived at fabric, it’s been a while since we’ve been out-out together, especially alone.

I smile up at josh as he helps me out the vehicle his eyes looking at me fruity hai sunglasses.

Fabric was the most popular bar in London, we had waited weeks to even get a spot so coming here was almost an honour.

I link my arm with his as we wait in line.

“Don’t get too pissed, n/n.” He chuckles and squeezes my forearm slightly.

“I won’t! I’m just looking forward to it you know? Just buzzing.” I replied and smile at him.

He smiles back as he takes his glasses off and take son a deep breath.

I look ahead and see two girls standing a couple feet to the left of us, presumably about to get in line look josh up and down, I see the shorter one nudge her friend before she nods and they bit go to the back of the line, giggling.

I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach which I’m not really used too- jealousy.

Josh stands tall as he holds me to his side, still somehow not soothing me.

As we get into the club I still have a hesitant feeling but I push it away as the night flows.

At some point he asks me to go get us some more shots I happily oblige and get us 2 apple sours each.

I held the tray in my hands as I swerved through people to get back to our little booth- I was stopped in my tracks as I saw one of the girls from earlier leaning over our table and talking to josh.

From her position josh could easily look down her dress with I assume is what she wanted.

He has his eyes on her face as she speaks and my stomach completely drops.

I attempt to meet his eyes but give up after a second.

I look at the shots in my hands and sigh.

His eyes then meet mine and he smiles- cutting the girl off.

“Y/n- you got the shots! Come sit down.” I smile back as the girl turns around, she was the complete opposite of me, she was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes while I was short with black hair and brown eyes- she looked confident while I almost cowered from her.

I got a boost and made eyes contact with her, I sit next to josh as he throws his arm around my shoulder- I put the shots on the table and look at her as she almost grimaces.

“You were saying?” He says and she turns her full attention back to him.

She keeps talking and maybe that’s what got me.

She didn’t care that I was clearly dating him.

She wasn’t intimidated by me.

He nodded slowly and turned back to me as she spoke his ear off.

“What time do you wanna go, babe?”

I look at him and smile.

“I don’t mind.”

He nodded then looked back at the girl- which she finally got the hint from and hummed.

“Yeah- Kay- bye.”

As she leaves I look in my lap as josh looks at me.

“You okay?” He says at my facial expressions.

“Hm- oh- yeah.” I reply in a soft tone.

He studies my face and grins.

“You’re jealous.” He leans in to my face and smirks- a sweet scent of alcohol on his breath.

“What? Why would I be jealous.” She narrows her eyes almost playfully and he scoots closer- now thigh-to-thigh.

“I can tell- your nose is flushed and your speaking quieter- you only do that when your annoyed- especially when it’s out of your control- I know you.” He teases and leans his forehead on hers.

“No, I’m not.” I say as my pale cheeks flush.

He laughs and hugs her.

“I love you, Y/n.. Kay? Just.. you’re my favourite girl okay? I promise- it’s just us, me and you.”

I avert my eyes down.

“I’m- yeah.. I know..”

He pulls away and gives me one of the shots, he leans his back on the booth and clings our glasses before downing it together.

“I love you- we can go in around an hour yeah?”

I nod as my face flushes further.

Josh was right- when I got irritated out of my control I went quiet and ignored everyone- even though she claimed ‘communication is key’.

I look forward and see the girl who was with josh previously, eyeing me down with a death stare.

I sit up and take Josh’s cheek in my hand, bringing my lips to his and nudging closer to him, sweet apple transferring between our tongues as I open my mouth- he closes his eye and I open mine, making eye contact with the girl- she looks at me and her eyes widen.

I kiss him gently, lips moving with an alcoholic scent with smiles in the kiss.

I pull away and he smiles.

“What’s that for?” He grins and scratches his head.

“I love you too- you’re my favourite boy..”

He kisses my forehead as another round of drinks come.

An hour or so later he calls a taxi and we sit in the back giggling- drunk out of our mind.

“You- shouldn’t be jealous of me- look at me- then look at you! I- should be jealous of everyone that gets to look at you..”

He giggles and ruffles my straightened her to which I let out a huff.

I remember that comment in the morning.

I think I’ll remember that for a while.

@xixzerkaaxix

Requests are open!

[pianokantzart]

Yes please. The first scene of The Mario Brothers sets the tone for their relationship so well, and I’m so glad it carries through the entire film.  Most of the screenshots taken from this posted clip: X

I ADORE THAT THE FIRST SHOT OF THEM IN THE MOVIE IS THEM SIDE HUGGING EACH OTHER. They’re just standing there in front of the television, watching their commercial, two goobers barely able to contain the excitement of what they’ve accomplished together.

The commercial ends, and immediately they start showering each other with complements while teasing each other. “Wow! You were great!” Mario shouts while slapping Luigi’s cap over his eyes.  “I was great? Are you kidding me!? You were great!” Luigi shouts back as he playfully jabs at his brother’s stomach. 

While they’re both proud of the commercial, Mario expresses some minor worries. He says “I’m so glad we spent our life savings on this commercial” as though he was having doubts before, and wonders if the goofy Italian accent was too over the top. But Luigi is fully optimistic, describing their ad as not just some commercial, but true “cinema.” He is about to reassure Mario about the accents too, when the Giuseppe... who naturally has that same goofy over-the-top accent... chimes in to voice his support.

“Well well well...” Then a new voice joins the conversation, and the moment Mario and Luigi hear it the mood changes. Both brothers tense up and turn to look.

In an instant, their instinctual reaction is “Ah fuck, not this guy.” “...If it isn’t Brooklyn’s favorite failures, The Stupid Mario Brothers.”

“Oh great, Spike’s here.” Luigi’s comment is one of passive annoyance. He stays behind his brother, his body language anxious and anticipatory, his expression looking more and more worried the closer he gets to Spike.

“Hey, Spike.” Mario, on the other hand, is assertive. He immediately walks over and stands confrontationally in front of his old boss, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Yeah. IT’S-A ME!” Spike retorts with an imitation of Mario’s put-on Italian accent and aggressively laughs in his face. He isn’t “annoying but well-meaning” the way Mario’s uncles are, he’s deliberately trying to get under his skin. Mario squints when Spike laughs a little too close for comfort, but otherwise holds his ground and maintains his composure.

Spike wipes a tear from his eye and switches gears from obnoxious mockery to cold belittling. “Tell me, have you even gotten one call since you left me to start your dumb company?”

So right off the bat we learn two things: 1. The Mario Brothers quit Spike’s business, and he’s bitter enough about it that he’s tracked their future endeavors and goes out of his way to make fun of them for it. Clearly there’s an issue of pride here– two little nothings quitting his business to try and make it on their own? Who do they think they are? 2. Mario, in return, is bitter enough about whatever happened while they worked for Spike that he takes the bait and gives Spike the time of day. Luigi looks like he would prefer to dip out of the situation altogether, but he does his best to support Mario when he thinks he’s got a leg up…

While Mario is still taking a breath to form his reply, Luigi summons the courage to step out from behind his brother, looking smug as he waves his cellphone around. “Actually, Spike, we have!”

Mario is excited for a moment until it’s revealed the phone call is from their mom. Luigi is proud enough of her support that he sincerely considers it a bragging point, happily clinging to his sibling all the while Mario is internally begging his brother to stfu.

Then, Luigi mic-drops the phone. It audibly shatters. Instant regret. Mario looks like he’s going to implode from embarrassment.

Spike, naturally, finds this hilarious. Giggling, he grabs a napkin, wipes the pizza grease off of his beard, and lobs the crumpled napkin at Luigi. “Good luck running a business with this idiot.”

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mario reaches out and catches the napkin before it hits its target. The music takes a dramatic shift as the mood of the conversation gets more serious.

“Say that again about my brother, and you’re gonna regret it.” At that point, it might have been smarter for Mario to just throw the napkin in the nearest bin and walk away, but Spike just made the mistake of going at Luigi. Nobody is allowed to treat him like that, not while Mario’s around.

Mario retaliates by throwing the napkin back in Spike’s face, hitting him square in the forehead. Spike does not take this lightly. Where Mario has a sense of basic dignity, Spike has an overinflated ego, and he won’t take even the smallest offense lying down. He rises to his feet, fists clenched, chest puffed, ready for a fight. “Oh yeah?”

Mario also looks ready to throw down, but rather than raise his fists his first priority is to press Luigi out of harm’s way. Luigi, in the meantime, looks terrified, stepping back and bracing himself, his already anxious body language tensing further. Both Mario and Luigi are startled when Spike actually follows through with getting physical, snatching Mario by the overall straps and lifting him up off the ground.

“Get this through your tiny brain Mario: You’re a joke! and you always will be.” Mario doesn’t fight or argue, he just squints as Spike talks uncomfortably close to his face like he’s trying to goad him into throwing the first punch. Mario does not take the bait, and does not give Spike the satisfaction of any reaction at all. When it comes to petty insults like this, he can take them like a champ.

Luigi is shocked into a standstill. His gaze rapidly flicks back and forth between Spike and Mario. He has no idea what to do, he’s just worried about his brother in every sense of the word, taken aback by both the vitriolic comment and threat of an actual fight.

Spike, after getting the final word in, throws Mario to the ground. Luigi drops to his knees and holds out his hands to help his older brother up, but Mario recovers himself before Luigi can assist.

Luigi looks far more hurt by Spike’s insult than Mario, and seems to be calculating what their options are if things escalate any further. Mario holds what little ground he has, staring defiantly up with his hands clenched, as if he’s daring Spike to try something.

Luckily, things simmer down. Spike proudly dusts off his hands and heads toward the door, taking a moment to leave money on the table. He’s an asshat and a blowhard, but he still plays by society’s rules. He doesn’t dine and dash, and he’s not going to carry a confrontation further than he feels he needs to, especially not in a public restaurant. Spike has the potential to win this fight, but at the end of the day he has a business to run.

Despite having been dropped flat on his back, Mario is the first to get up. He straightens his cap and dusts himself off, staring daggers at his old employer’s back while Luigi rises to his feet and begins questioning his brother’s decision. “Are you insane!? He’s three times your size!”

Spike’s insult was cruel, but it clearly didn’t effect Mario too much. It’s more of the same ole same ole from him, and can’t be taken too seriously. Luigi is more concerned about the physical risks involved.

“Luigi, c’mon! I mean, you can’t be scared all the time.” To me, this comment doesn’t feel like Mario criticizing Luigi as much as it feels like Mario defending his own approach to life. Both him and Luigi are young (probably early 20s), little guys working in manual labor. They’re at the bottom of the totem pole, but Mario maintains his sense of pride. He’s eager to fight back against adversity and prove himself to the world, even if it means taking serious risks.

“Mmmm, you’d be surprised.” Luigi, in the meantime, has complete opposite approach when facing life’s challenges. He is not as good at rolling with the punches as Mario, and being very anxious and sensitive by nature, his way of getting along is by avoiding confrontation altogether. 

CONCLUSION: Mario’s strong drive pulls Luigi into situations that go against his instincts, but that’s for the better. If Mario hadn’t been there, Luigi definitely wouldn’t have attempted to talk back to Spike like that. Is he skilled at backtalk? Not in the least, but it’s the spirit of attempting to stand up for himself that counts. Mario gives Luigi room to be vaguely adventurous and assertive by providing protection, clearing the path, and making things easier for him whenever he can.  As a result, Luigi would follow Mario anywhere– and does, supporting him in all of his endeavors with full confidence. There is a reason why Charlie Day described Luigi as “die-hard loyal,” and for someone like Mario, who has gumption, big dreams, and a lot going against him, having someone at his side who sincerely supports and believes in him with all his heart is indispensable.

The beginning shows us a good example right off the bat of Luigi’s confidence regarding Mario’s dreams, and anxiety regarding outside threats. Meanwhile, we see glimpses of Mario’s anxiety regarding his own dreams, and confidence when facing outside threats. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: they really do balance each other out. 

[pjsk-writin]

akito, an x reader (separated): where the reader is SOOOO clingy and reader doesn’t even why they’re being clingy, they just wanna hug them

READER JUST LIKE ME FR !!! I hope u like this weheh <3

♡ CLINGY - Akito Shinonome and An Shiraishi x Reader

Akito:

It definitely throws Akito off at first. He doesn't let a lot of people too close to him, and here you are clinging onto him-

He definitely acts annoyed about it, keyword being acts. He'll playfully (yet gently) shove you off of him, shaking his head and rolling his eyes with a grin

This happens more towards the start of your relationship than anything though, and he very slowly drops the act

He can't help it, at heart he craves nothing more than affection from the people he cares about...

He asks you why you like to cling onto him so much, and you just shrug and say you have no reason. He just rolls his eyes and discreetly opens his arms for a hug <3

An:

An is not thrown off in the slightest, and in fact openly welcomes it!! You want a hug, you can literally just ask!

The moment you start acting clingy with her, she just reciprocates! It's really natural for her to wrap her arms around you and hold you close. She loves you a lot!

It honestly becomes a sweet little competition of who can give the most affection (spoiler, she's VERY good at it)

She's always been a very affectionate person, so she accepts and treasures all forms of affection from you!

She asks you about your clinginess mostly out of curiosity, and you shrug and say you have no reason. She just nods in understanding before giving you a hug <3

[yukidragon]

Y/N's like a puppy when they're sleeping and snuggles up to their partner regardless of weather or position they fell asleep in. Jack loves it, he feels so wanted waking up being jetpacked or pulled into their chest like a teddy bear. Ian didn't like it at first but now he misses it.

Honestly? I don’t think Ian would dislike cuddling up MC in bed while they sleep. In the afterlife episode was full of a lot of physical contact, from rough housing, to hugs, to snuggly naps, to, well... sexy times. I mean, the game is for Adults Only after all.

Although, Ian might have had some issues with it, at least initially, due to his shyness.

He’s shy about a lot of things, but affection isn’t one of them at the moment.

Ian seems to need time to warm up to a person before getting physically intimate with them. That’s why I theorize that he cheated on MC with a friend he got close to at the prestigious college he attended.

Ian “You’re the only person I can see like that. Just you. Other people people are weird, and I don’t know them. But I love you. And I love doing…things with you.”

There’s also this really fantastic picture Sauce drew and posted on their (now gone) public twitter that shows Ian wanting to sleep with MC (presumably) in their bed. Forgive me for cropping it, but tumblr will smite me from on high if I shared the whole thing here.

I mean, the canon nature of this picture is dubious, but I’m pretty sure the sentiment tracks with what we’ve seen.

Since I flashed some of Sauce’s wonderful art, I’d like to direct you to the SnaccPop Studios patreon to help support them and this lovely game. Please remember not to share any of the privately posted content anywhere else. Thank you!

It is possible that Ian might not have liked sleeping cuddled up together at first, but quickly got attached to it. I’m just very dubious that’s the case. With how hard he’s still clinging to MC and depended on them, I can see Ian as the type of person to fall asleep pining to snuggle up to MC before they get together. Then he would be clinging them like a teddy bear every night once he got over his initial shyness and the intimidation of the new phase in their relationship.

I’m pretty darn sure it would be something Ian would have missed a lot when he moved out. Hell, it might even have been a factor in why he cheated. MC certainly struggled to sleep alone in their big empty bed after the breakup...

Though that isn’t to say Ian couldn’t dislike it too at times, especially when the weather is hot and close contact just makes the heat worse. Here’s a little playful exchange that just popped into my head, which I will demonstrate with my MC, Alice.

...

Ian whined as he squirmed in his girlfriend’s grip, sweat making his pajamas stick to his flushed skin. “Aliiiicceee... Knock it off. It’s too hot for this...”

Though just as hot and sweaty, Alice playfully burrowed her face into his chest as she stubbornly clung on tight. “It’s never too hot for cuddle time,” she teased, using her best ‘gremlin’ tone of voice.

Ian groaned before letting out an irritated huff. “Come onnn...” He twisted in place and set about wrestling free of Alice’s iron grip. “Don’t be a jerk. We can cuddle later.”

Alice yelped as she was flipped over, then whined, the sound more put upon than genuine as Ian pinned her down to the bed and shot her an annoyed look. “But... but cuddle time...”

“Come on... don’t be such a baby about it,” Ian huffed, looking dangerously close to pouting now.

Alice’s response to that was to suddenly arch up and lick her boyfriend’s nose.

Ian sputtered and jerked back, releasing his hold as he fell back onto his butt. “Gross! Again with the licking?!”

Alice let out a giggle. “That’s the price you pay for no cuddle time.”

Ian let out another huff as he wiped his nose with the bedsheet. He couldn’t keep up his pout for much longer, however, and soon joined in on the laughter.

After getting their giggles out, Alice gave Ian a soft smile as she watched him flop back down onto the bed beside her. “Rain check?”

A small snort of laughter escaped Ian as he smiled back fondly at Alice. “Rain check. Once this heatwave stops, then we can cuddle all you want.”

Alice’s smile widened. “I’ll hold you to that.”

...

The good moments between these two really were sweet. It’s such a shame that they couldn’t make up for all the bad ones...

You bet your ass Ian misses cuddle time with Alice, but he only has himself to blame. Maybe he’ll find someone else to snuggle up to in bed like the night he cheated on her...

As for Jack, I’m positive the man is touch starved. No matter how hot or inconvenient it might be, he would absolutely love to cuddle up with MC. Whatever position they want, I’m sure he’ll be happy to do it, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him. It would be worth it. He wants to be wanted and needed by his sunshine, and physical touch is something he obviously craves.

Of course, if MC wanted to cuddle when it’s too hot, I’m sure Jack would be concerned about them getting overheated. Fortunately, there are so many marvelous modern conveniences to cool down with. Heck, it’s not a bad idea to fudge the thermostat a bit so that it’s a little nippy in the apartment - all the better for cuddling~!

Alice is an MC who always cuddles up in bed, even while asleep. When she has no partner, her bed is full of extra pillows that she snuggles up with, and when she was a child, her mom teasingly remarked that her bed was like Noah’s Arc with how many stuffed animals she shared it with.

When Alice had her couch sleepovers with Shaun after the breakup, she snuggled up to him in her sleep as well. It definitely wasn’t good for the poor guy’s unrequited feelings, I’ll tell you that!

Naturally, Jack is going to be absolutely thrilled when he and Alice start sharing her bed. It’ll happen platonically at first of course, similar to the game. She’ll use pillows as a divider between them on the first night, knowing what she’s like when she sleeps.

It certainly would be embarrassing for Alice if that pillow was gone when she woke up, and she found herself snuggling Jack instead. Don’t worry, he wasn’t the one that moved the pillow, honest! He certainly didn’t complain about the results though~

In fact, let’s do another little scene...

...

Jack sighed as he admired his sunshine’s sleeping face. He propped his arm up so that he could see Alice better even though she was facing away from him. She looked so cute curled up around one of the pillows, her expression one of relaxed contentment. He couldn’t help but envy the pillow she clutched so close to her body. He wanted to be the one she held like that.

For a moment, Jack felt tempted to spoon Alice from behind, carefully so as not to disturb her, but he resisted the urge. He couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want, and the body pillow stretched out between them marked the distinct border between him and his sunshine.

They were just two friends sharing a bed together for company in a purely platonic way. As much as Jack wished it was more, he wouldn’t cross the clear boundaries she set. Instead, he did his best to focus on being happy about how close they had gotten since they met. His patience had brought him into her bed, and he was sure that eventually it would bring them even closer.

Just as Jack settled down to get some rest himself, he noticed Alice start to stir. He went still, hoping he didn’t wake her with his movements, and watched as she rolled over in his direction.

Alice glommed onto the pillow between them, her blind grabbing at times reaching past it to snatch Jack’s arm instead. He didn’t dare even breathe as he let her paw at him in her sleep, soon trying to pull at him more than the pillow.

After a few futile attempts to get comfortable, Alice let out a small grunt that Jack couldn’t help but find adorable. She shifted more strongly, kicking and tugging at the pillow until she got a firm hold of it to toss it behind her back. Once the barrier between them was gone, she immediately dove into him, burrowing into his chest as she wrapped her arm around his waist and hooked her leg over his.

Jack felt his heart hammering hard as Alice practically molded her body into his, fitting against him like the other half of a complete whole. He couldn’t hold back the urge to wrap his arm around her in return and help her tuck in as close to his body as possible.

It might have been just a subconscious desire of hers, but Jack couldn’t help but feel giddy. Alice wanted to cuddle up to him. She was drawn to him just as much as he was to her, and this was just further proof of the bond between them.

Finally content, Alice settled in with her warm new pillow with a soft sigh, her cheek pressed against his chest. Jack couldn’t help but feel the same way as he basked in his personal ray of sunshine until he too finally fell into a peaceful slumber.

...

I mean... can you blame sleepy Alice for ditching the pillow and going for Jack instead? Sleepy MC has good taste after all. ;)

No matter the position they fell asleep in, Alice is going to snuggle up to Jack. Even in chapter 2 of Sunshine in Hell she was trying to do that a little bit. She’s just a big cuddle bunny, and Jack couldn’t be happier about that~

I’m sure Alice is going to jetpack Jack sometimes, as well as be the little spoon, though I’m pretty sure they’re going to be cuddling face to face the majority of the time. I mean... how can she resist using his chest as a pillow? Plus they both want to hold each other close.

Of course, Alice will let Jack use her chest as a pillow too once she gets more confident about their intimacy. It’s only fair that she returns the favor after all~

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[snaillamp]

Beach Day

“Beach, yay, beach, yay, beach!” That was the seventh time Jonas had sung his little song. Enjar chuckled, glancing at Anna, who looked kind of annoyed. “Beach, yay, beach, yay, beach!” The little boy said again. “Jonas, honey, why don’t we come up with a different song now, huh?” Jonas looked offended, “But mammaaaa, I like this one! We’re going to the beach!” He wiggled in his seat, excitedly as they neared the final stretch of the road. “Hey, Jonas. Look at this.” Enjar glanced around, grinning, before speeding over the bumpy dirt road. Jonas squealed in delight as the bumps made the entire car vibrate violently. Anna gripped the door beside her, glaring at her brother who cackled evilly.

The car pulled up to a clearing, everyone getting out. Anna grabbed her stuff from the back of the Land Cruiser and joining Enjar, who was wrangling the child. Jonas was screaming with excitement, eyes lit up with joy and life. Enjar felt warm inside looking at the boy as he put him down, watching him run off like a windup toy the second his feet touched the ground. “Mama, beach, beach, beach! We’re at the beach!” Anna smiled as she shouldered her bag, Jonas grabbing her hand and dragging her in the direction of the stairs leading to the sand. “Come ooooon.” He groaned, grunting as he pulled on her arm. Enjar laughed, sliding his surfboard off the top of the car. “Come on, you’re both so slooooooow” Jonas whined. Enjar laughed again, walking towards the stairs. “Okay, Jonas. Let’s go.”

They walked down the many steps to the beach, Jonas speeding off into the sand and screaming with happiness, his bright red swimsuit soon a spec as they looked at him run. Anna sighed, a mix of tired, exasperated and loving. “I love him, but God… I need a break.” Enjar grinned. “Let me take care of him, you go… sunbathe or whatever.” Anna playfully punched his arm, before rolling her eyes and walking off, sunbathing actually sounded like a good idea.

Enjar walked over to Jonas, who was squatting down on the sand, looking at something, enthralled. “What did you find?” Enjar asked, looking down at the spot. “Crab.” Jonas pointed at the small crab, scuttling away from them. “Wow, look at him go!” Enjar remarked as the crab disappeared into the waves. Jonas giggled, watching the crab disappear into the waves. “Wanna go swim?” Enjar looked down at Jonas, who suddenly grew concerned, shaking his head. “What’s wrong? You’ve wanted to go swimming all morning.” Glancing out at the rippling waves, and humming. “Ahhh, I see. Scarier up close huh?” Jonas nodded again, taking Enjar’s hand in his own. Enjar zipped up his wetsuit properly, placing his board on the sand and tying back his hair, before grabbing the boy’s hand again. “How about we just take a little step in?”

Jonas stood glued to the ground, eyeing the waves nervously. “Just one step, so the waves touch your feet.” Enjar encouraged, watching Jonas think it over seriously. After a few seconds of thinking, Enjar and Jonas took a step together, into the water. Slowly, step by step, they ended up knee deep in the waves, at least by Jonas’ perspective, and he had had enough. “No more!” He cried out, looking at the waves curl over and crash towards him. He grabbed onto Enjar’s waist, hugging it close. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Enjar picked up Jonas, carrying him into waist deep water and then squatting so that their shoulders were just peeking out of the water. He felt Jonas’ unsure feet rest on his thighs, toes crunched up as he tensed up in fear.

Jonas looked nervous, clinging to Enjar’s chest. “It’s too deep!” He cried out, looking at Enjar with wide, scared eyes, his breaths quickening in panic. “Hey, hey…” Enjar murmured, soothing the boy. “I’ve got you. Nothing’s gonna happen.” He held Jonas close, letting him float in the water, feeling the rapidly beating heart inside his nephew begin to slow as he rubbed the boy’s back. “See? You’re fine.” He smiled at Jonas who giggled, kicking his feet a little. Slowly inching further out, half of Enjar’s chest was now submerged, and they began to jump in the slowly rising waves.

~~

Jonas soon forgot his fear, squealing and kicking as they jumped the waves together. As a slightly bigger one began to rear up from the water, Enjar was forced to turn away and take the brunt of the hit, shielding his nephew. He grunted as the water hit him hard in the back, making Jonas laugh. They continued to play, swimming closer and closer to shore, until Jonas wiggled out from Enjar’s grip, swimming his own way back to land. The lighthouse keeper watched him carefully, making sure he got back to the sand safely, before taking the opportunity to grab his board.

Jonas watched him curiously as Enjar began to paddle out. The waves weren’t great today, but decent enough for him to maybe catch a couple. Once he was out far enough, he waved at Jonas, who waved back, waiting with anticipation. Enjar watched the waves, looking for his opening, finding it and taking off, managing to ride the wave for a good amount of time, before he fell off into the sea. He could hear Jonas laughing from the shore as he paddled back in, walking over to the boy and grinning. “That was so cool!” Jonas looked up at Enjar in awe. “Wanna try?” Enjar asked, looking at him with a glint in his eye.

Jonas jumped up and down, nodding. Enjar glanced over at Anna, asleep in the sand, the books she had been reading collapsed against her chest. Enjar nodded, putting the board in the water and setting Jonas on it, walking him out into waist deep water. Jonas gripped each side of the board, “It’s wobbly.” He pointed out. Enjar nodded, “I know. Just relax your body and it won’t wobble as much. I’ve got you.”

He took Jonas through the motions, teaching him all the basics of surfing, before finally letting him stand on the board. He gave it a little push, letting it drift in the gentle waves. Jonas, as Enjar expected, drifted for a little bit and then fell off. He stuck his head out of the water, coughing a little and rubbing his stinging eyes. “You okay?” Enjar asked, hoisting him onto the board to sit, his voice tinged with concern. Jonas nodded, wiping his eyes and smiling. “That’s so fun! Can we do it again?” Enjar nodded, repeating the process a few times, until Jonas slid off the board and into the water. “I’m tired, Uncle Enjar. Can we go back to mummy?” Enjar nodded, pulling the board closer to his body and made his way through the water, back to shore.

Jonas had already woken Anna up, excitedly jumping up and down and telling her all about his surfing lesson. Anna smiled tiredly, “That’s amazing, sweetheart. You’ll have to show me some more later.”

Jonas grinned, the same way Enjar did, and it struck her how similar he was to his uncle, that same wicked grin, same mischievous gleam in his eye. Anna pulled her son into a hug, kissing his forehead. “I love you Jonas.” Jonas nodded, kissing her forehead back. “I love you too Mummy.” He glanced at Enjar, who had just sat down next to Anna. The small boy walked over to his uncle, leaning forward and kissing him on the forehead too. “And I love you, Uncle Enjar.” Enjar smiled softly, pulling his nephew close and ruffling his hair and kissing his cheek. “I love you too, Jonas.”

Anna had pulled out some plastic containers, full of fruits, cheese, sandwiches and cake. Anna served her son some of the food, tucking the cake container away from sight whilst he ate the other food. Enjar picked at the fruit too, until Anna sighed, handing him a lid as a plate. “Use that.” She rolled her eyes, looking at Enjar grin. It really was like Jonas’, however his was a slightly wonkier smile, the scar on the left side of his face preventing him from pulling his lips in that direction as much. She liked it though, even though the scar didn’t affect his smile too much, the slightly lopsided smile was endearing, and it was still the same wicked smile he’d had his whole life, now just with a little extra flare.

It was funny, she couldn’t even remember what his smile was like before, his face, his arms… It was like he’d always been this way. But she wouldn’t change her brother for the world. Watching him play with her son, smiling and laughing, happy and alive was all she could ask for. The scars had changed him… but deep down, she had grown to love them. They made Enjar who he was, in a way. Not that she had wanted him to be so badly injured in the first place, but a tiny part of her was glad they had forced him to retire, to change careers and live in the lighthouse. He was safe now, alive, able to watch his nephew grow up… The job that gave him his scars, it had nearly killed him, and Anna had a feeling that if he’d continued, it would’ve. But he didn’t, and now Jonas could have a positive role model, a father figure in his life. Someone to step up to the plate, where her ex-husband, Jonas’ father had failed, and Enjar had done just that. He and Jonas had a special connection, and she knew Jonas thought the world of Enjar, and that Enjar would give Jonas the world if he could.

Returning her thoughts the food, Anna watched as Jonas and Enjar played with the food, having a sword fight with carrot sticks. Her son had nearly finished his food. “Jonas, when you’re finished, I have cake.” Jonas stopped, looking at his mother with glee. He shoved the rest of his food in his mouth and crunched fast, swallowing and reaching out his hand. “I’m finished!” Enjar chuckled, finishing his food too, both of them looking expectantly at Anna. She laughed, taking a slow bite of an apple slice. “You two can wait until I finish then.” She began to eat her food in slow motion, Jonas groaning in annoyance. “Mamaaaaaaa.” He whined. “You said I could have cake when I finished my food. Not your food!” He crossed his arms indignantly, looking very cross for a 5 year old.

Anna rolled her eyes, “Okay… I guess I can give you yours.” She handed her boys a slice of cake each, and watched them as they bit into them with glee. Enjar’s eyes widened. “Damn, this is good! You made this?” Anna nodded, watching as her brother wolfed down the food. “Yeah, chocolate pumpkin cake. It’s become a favourite of Jonas’. It’s the only way I can get him to eat pumpkin.” Jonas nodded with glee, already licking the chocolate icing off his tiny fingers, smears of it stretched over his chin. Anna reached into her bag, pulling out a cloth and wiping his hand down, before grabbing her own slice of cake and eating it. “Uncle Enjar, can we go and surf again? I wanna show Mama!” Enjar nodded, easing out of the sand and dusting off his legs. “Sure, let’s go!” Grabbing his board, he raced his nephew to the water, Anna watching carefully as her brother gently guided her son to stand on the massive board. It made him look so small, as he balanced with his arms stretched wide.

Enjar gave it a little push, letting the waves carry it as Jonas balanced carefully. Then, it tilted, and Jonas crashed into the water. Anna cheered from the shore as Jonas’ head popped up to the surface and he waved, coming ashore and running up to her, panting from the effort. His big blue eyes were gleaming as he swelled with pride. “Did you see me surf, mummy?” Anna nodded, “You did so well, my darling.” Seeing movement over Jonas’ shoulder she gasped. “Look!” Pointing out into the sea, they watched as Enjar readied himself to ride a wave.

~~

Watching Jonas go back to shore, Enjar decided to see if he could catch some waves a little further out. He began to paddle, watching the water as he got further and further out. Finally, he turned, gaining momentum as he felt the rush of adrenaline flow through him, the wave catching his board and propelling him over the water. He felt the thrill of the ride as he moved, eventually turning the board toward shore and drifting back. When he was almost there, he leaned over, collapsing into the water with a splash, his feet digging into the sand and pushing him forwards. When he got to shore, his nephew was gazing at him with a new found awe. “That was so cool!” The young boy exclaimed, “You were going so fast and then you changed and then you came back to us and-and… wow…” He breathed.

“Pretty cool huh?” Enjar panted, smiling down at Jonas. “Yeah….” Jonas looked Enjar up and down, taking in his body in a new light. It amazed the young boy that his uncle could do that, moving his body to control the board like that… He wanted to be just like him when he grew up. “I wanna swim more.” He looked at his mother, hoping she would come with them. “Do you want me to come too?” She asked, shutting her book and standing up. “Why not?”

All three of them approached the ocean, the waves now a little bigger. Jonas waded in first, followed by his uncle and finally Anna. She shrieked, tensing up, causing Enjar to whirl around, slightly worried. “It’s so cold!” She squealed, Enjar wading over and sliding an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” Jonas was watching them curiously, but Anna braced as she felt Enjar lean against her more. “No, no! Enjar stop!” She laughed, shoving him off her. She shivered in the cold water, wading a little further in. Jonas splashed some water in her direction, and she smirked. “Oh, are we playing that game are we?” She splashed some water at him, laughing as they closed their eyes, splashing and squealing. Jonas opened his eyes again, for just a second, watching as Enjar snuck up behind Anna, crash tackling her from behind and pulling her into the water. Anna screamed, surfacing quickly and looking for her brother, who’s head popped up a few feet away from her. He’d already put distance between himself and his sister’s rage.

“You little-” She yelled, splashing Enjar who splashed her back. Soon all three of them were attacking each other, splashing water. Enjar began dragging Jonas around. He lifted the child in the air and tossed him into the water, again and again, Jonas squealing as he hit the water, until Enjar was too tired to do it any more.

~~

As they drove back to Enjar’s cabin, Anna glanced behind them at the back seat, Jonas was asleep, tired from his long day. They all were, it had been so fun, but so tiring. When they pulled up, Enjar mumbled that he’d grab Jonas, gently picking up his nephew and cradling in his arms. He was so perfect, sleeping and peaceful in his arms. Enjar smiled down at him, at that moment, he knew he’d do anything for this kid. He would protect him with his entire being, this small person was so special to him, so precious…

Carrying him inside, he walked to the sofa nearby, cradling the small, sleeping boy on his lap and holding him close. He stretched his legs along the length of the sofa, his back leaning against the armrest as he slid down, now using it as a pillow. Before he even noticed it, Enjar’s head was nodding, his heavy eyelids sliding shut…

Anna walked through the door, carrying the last of the stuff. “Where do you want this bag En?” She asked, waiting for a reply. Her brother didn’t say anything, so she looked up, frowning. “En?” A soft smile crept across her lips when she saw her brother slumped across the sofa, Jonas curled up against him. He’d really saved her skin today, keeping Jonas occupied while she had had a much needed rest, but she supposed that he was probably just as tired now. He didn’t really have a lot of energy for young kids. Jonas’ head was resting on Enjar’s chest, which gently rose and fell, one of Enjar’s scarred arms wrapped gently around his nephew’s body, holding him close. It was cute, watching them together, and it never ceased to surprise Anna how alike they looked. But right now, her boys were sleeping peacefully, and that’s all she could ask for. Going to Enjar’s room, she found a light blanket, laying it over them. Enjar grunted in his sleep, his lip quirking with a slight smile.

In that moment, everything was perfect.

~masterlist~