#and turns out i left it in the produce bc i needed two hands to seperate some bananas 😭😭😭😭

[ningtual]

my day was going fine but then my amazon package was stolen and i accidentally left my phone in the produce aisle at lidl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[starlitrays]

KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE

starring. pro hero!katsuki bakugo x pro hero!gn!reader

summary. set several months into the fake relationship, bakugo doesn't really like you and you tolerate him, but you both know how to appease an audience | 1.7k words

content. fake dating (obvi), second person pov, bakugo having conflicting feelings, use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, fluff if you squint, x is still twitter bc i said so, reader has a pet cat, this feels choppy to me

a/n. first time writing in awhile AND first fic post AND and i didn't fully get into the flow until i was almost done so be patient i might rewrite this after awhile

navigation – masterpost

The cameras ate up every helping you two gave them. You and Katsuki were extremely lovey dovey around the cameras no matter where they were, but when there wasn't a camera or paparazzi or a fan around you two, neither of you said much.

It had been arranged by your managers without much input from either of you, to fake date, that is. It was for approval ratings, popularity polls, and although you individually did well enough on your own, together you shot up the charts. Neither of you particularly liked each other but you could be civil to each other, and you knew how to play a camera, so it was working out well.

Now you sat, thigh to thigh next to Katsuki with his left hand held in your lap with both of your hands, smiling at the interviewer talking to the two of you. He wasn't smiling, although that was normal. The crowd, filled with live audience members and other paparazzi looking for the perfect shot, stared in awe at the perfect couple the two of you were.

When the interviewer would ask a question, you'd turn and wait for Katsuki to say something first, and if he didn't or he turned to face you, that meant it was your turn to answer the question.

”Now, there is one question that a lot of your individual and combined fans have been asking a lot lately.” The interviewer, Notaui, began, although he paused, waiting for some kind of approval from the two of you.

You started to nod a yes, and Katsuki spoke up. ”Go on.” He sounded annoyed. He always sounded annoyed though, and you were internally rolling your eyes, although that never poked through to your facial expression. Pure focus in media and PR training had taught you how to maintain an expression while feeling something else entirely.

”Can we expect to hear of a save the date anytime in the near future?” Notaui lifted his brows up at the happy couple. You turn your head to Katsuki, but he freezes, and you squeeze his hand, letting him know you would take care of it. After all, this was bound to come up eventually, and you were prepared.

”Notaui c'mon, wouldn't that ruin the surprise of a proposal?” You say with a laugh, getting the attention off Katsuki for a few moments. At the sound of your laugh, your counterpart dry laughs right along with you. You didn't need a quirk to feel the realisation of the stupidity of the question ripple through the audience. ”Besides we're in no hurry.” You continue, turning and smiling at the crowd with a wink.

The answer you gave was perfect, Katsuki knew that. He also knew that his manager would praise him for letting you handle it, but it still pissed him off a little bit, even if the rewards got him exactly where he'd wanted to be since he decided he wanted to be a pro hero.

Notaui cleared his throat, and his cheeks got a little rosy out of what most would assume was embarrassment, but you could tell, it was disappointment from not getting the answer the producers wanted.

”You just say when.” Notaui laughed, winking at the camera. It made both you and Katsuki question how this guy got his own show, but nobody knew that. ”Oh and guess what, that's time.” He announced, telling you, Katsuki and the audience that the segment of you two sitting there looking perfect, was over.

Katsuki stood up before you did, and with your hands holding his, you were quick to follow suit.

You walked over to Notaui, releasing Katsuki’s hand to shake his, politely thanking him for having the two of you on. Katsuki didn’t shake the guy’s hand, instead just nodding along with your words before ushering off the stage just behind you, barely sparing a second glance at the audience you smiled and waved at. Still, you smiled as you politely thanked all of the behind the scenes crew, just like your manager had told you while Katsuki floated around you, hands in his pockets. 

When you two finally managed your way into the elevator and the doors shut, you both let our heavy sighs almost simultaneously. You glanced over at Katsuki, who had looked over to you at the same time. We’re spending too much time together. You thought to yourself, eyes returning to anything but him.

The ding of the elevator had your smile returning and your hand reaching for Katsuki’s for just a moment longer as you left the building, where a car had been pulled around for you both. Letting go of his hand, you reached forward, pulling the back door open before sliding all the way over to the farthest seat. Katsuki got in, sitting closest to the door he pulled shut. This left just the middle seat between you two.

“Well that was bullshit.” Katsuki muttered, arms crossed while his eyes glared out the tinted window. You turned your head to him momentarily, rolling your eyes as your head turned back to looking out your own window.

“For once I agree with you.” You responded, reaching into your purse for your phone. It’d become routine now, to check your phone after every time you and Katsuki would go out together. First you open your messages, giving a thumbs up response to your manager’s text about doing great. Then you read your mom’s text about how proud she and your father were to see you on TV, which you half-smile at. They didn’t know your relationship with Katsuki wasn’t real. Your mom gets a ‘thanks mom :)’ text back, and you close out of your texts.

Deciding against checking your email, you click on the blue icon with a white bird on it. You ignore the top tweets in your timeline, moving over to the explore page. There it is.

“We’re trending again.” You say into the air, eyes never leaving your phone screen. Katsuki just hums in response. You tap the trending tag, scrolling through tweet after tweet. Of course there were a few people who hated you, or Katsuki, or both of you, but most of the tweets were big hero culture news outlets and fans raving about you guys. Sometimes you did feel a little guilty about the whole thing. Making people happy made you happy, but it’s not like any of it is true. Regardless, you go ahead and like some of the fan tweets. 

Katsuki leans his head back against the headrest of his seat. He mumbles something under his breath and you turn to him. “What?” You ask him, eyes scanning his face.

He huffs, desperately willing himself not to roll his eyes as he always does. “I said, you’re too good at this, (L/n). Better than you should be, anyways.” He says, looking away from you. You quirk a brow up at him. “I mean-” He pauses, as if thinking over his words. “how are you always so cheerful with the fans and press?” The questions echoes in your ears.

“Easy. I think about going home.” You responded, more nonchalantly than you left. Of course the lie was tiring, but being in your own bed, surrounding by blankets and pillows and your cat Zero, his different fur colours always keeping him quite clear in your vision in contrast to the shades of your bedding as your eyes scan over the screen of your laptop, giggling at the youtube video displayed on the screen. 

Katsuki looks at you.. oddly? It’s almost a scowl, but not quite. It’s almost like he’s simply displeased. You stare right back at him and pull your lips tight together, silently reiterating your words. He grunts in response, it’s his nonverbal version of ‘okay.’ 

As the driver rounds the last corner before your apartment, you notice something in your peripheral vision. Was that..? You question, eyes looking into the driver’s rear view mirror. You can’t be sure of what you’re seeing since the angle is meant for the driver, not a passenger, but when the car stops just outside the carpark of your apartment complex, you take the chance to glance back as your readjust in your seat, gathering your purse and looking around for anything else you may have left behind in the car. Cameras. You were seeing cameras, maybe they were fans, maybe they were paparazzi, that you couldn’t tell. 

You reached for the door handle, when you felt your phone buzz. Sighing shortly, you reach for your phone, a text from your manager being the sole notification at the bottom of the screen. Without clicking it, your Face ID unlocks your phone, switching the text from a new message notification, to showing the contents of the text. It tells you that there are eyes on you and Katsuki which, granted, you knew, but it always made you shiver at how she always knew.

While you didn’t like the idea of inviting a man prone to outbursts into your safe haven, you still acted immediately. You couldn’t help how your media-trained mind worked. “Give me your jacket and come with me.” You say into the air, words clearly meant for Katsuki and he looks over to you from the window, confused while you typed back an ‘okay’ text to your manager.

When he didn’t move immediately, you lifted your eyes from the screen and looked at him. “Bakugo, now.” You told him, eyes looking at him almost as if he was crazy. Katsuki began to shed his jacket, handing it over to you with a frown. 

“Why am I going with you?” He asks, rolling his shoulders back. You start to drape the jacket over your shoulders.

“I’ll tell you when we get upstairs.” You huff, offering your hand out to him. “Ready?” 

All he does is slide his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with a nod and a grunt.

Oh the things you do to remain at the top.

@ STARLITRAYS : please do not translate or repost my works without my expressed consent and permission. please do not copy any of my works.

[honeybeefae]

Making An Heir (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING

Summary// The pressure from the advisors and members of the court for the two of you to produce an heir is high. It is all anyone can talk about and while you certainly enjoy the idea of having children, you don’t expect Eris to feel the same given his parental history. He has stayed mostly quiet on the subject until he catches you in the mirror with a pillow under your blouse, imagining what it would be like. 

(I know this is out of order for the Kinktober fic but so many of you guys requested it so enjoy it, you dirty little readers. Also thanks so much for the anon who suggested subspace bc that was so much fun to write! ;))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, dom!Eris, sub!Reader, cumming inside (pls wear protection), talk of pregnancy

You had been mated with Eris for five years now and it was like you were truly living for the first time. He was the center of your life, the ship in the middle of the ocean, the warm blanket you cuddled with at night. Life began and ended with him and you knew he felt the same way.

He spoiled you with anything you could ever want. Jewels, dresses, books, pets, anything your heart desired he would go find because he loved making you happy. You knew not every mated couple had such a good life, that sometimes fate was more than met the eye, but yours was truly meant to be.

Everything had been perfect in your lives…except for the last few months. The Autumn Court advisors had been prying into your private lives, pestering Eris on when he would produce an heir. It angered you every time it was brought up as they acted like it was your fault. As if you were the one who was refusing a child.

It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. You had wanted children with Eris since you first started courting, dreaming about the little red-headed babes running around your feet. Fae pregnancies were incredibly difficult on the body and were also rare, however, you had no fear. 

But you could not say the same for your mate. Eris avoided the subject like the plague. He would shut down his advisors with a simple wave of his hand and a frown while also doing the same with you.

You knew some of it was his own fears of fatherhood given how he was raised with Beron but you had assured him many times that he was not his father. Eris is ten times the man Beron was but he couldn’t seem to understand that. It was one of his worst fears to turn out like him.

Eris was also terrified of something happening to you. He had heard of what almost happened to Feyre, albeit her situation was a little different. What if he lost you? He didn’t have some magical gift from the Cauldron to bring you back. You would be gone forever and he would either be left alone or with a child who killed his mate, their mother. How could he love someone that did that?

The last two weeks had been full of tension as one of Eris’s brother’s wives had fallen pregnant, announcing it in court with an evil smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by making such a public spectacle and you had had to force a smile the rest of the evening as everyone stared at you in judgment.

In their heads, you had only one job to do that you were currently failing at. This entire situation was weighing heavily on your shoulders but you did not want to force Eris into something he did not want. 

However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t wish for it still, did it? That you couldn’t desire it secretly in the quiet of your bedroom?  Eris was supposed to be gone for the day on a hunting trip, the first he’s taken in a month, so no one should be seeking you out until nightfall.

Your eyes landed on a soft pillow atop your shared bed, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked quietly over and grabbed it. There was no real need for you to be quiet but you still felt as if you were doing something wrong. You went back to the mirror in the corner of your room and stood in front of it, positing yourself to the side.

With one hand you lifted up your skirts and used the other to stuff the pillow inside it until it was settled against your belly, making it pop and give a lumpy shape of roundness. It didn’t look like a typical pregnant belly but the feelings that ran through you were all the same.

Sadness, pining, joy, pain, it was a cocktail of emotions that made your head spin. 

You began to imagine it as your real belly, of all the dresses you could have tailored and how Eris would kiss your stomach every morning and night. Would Eris like you like this? Would he be constantly wanting to touch you, rub you, or would he want nothing to do with you?

Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.

“What are you doing?” His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.

“Eris, I-” You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. “I was just, I mean, Eris I’m sorry…”

“Is that a pillow?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.

“I know you don’t want kids. I know you don’t want to talk about it. I promise this isn’t a trick or anything I just wanted-” You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up. 

“What did you want, my lady?” Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, knowing that wasn’t the truth. 

“I just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.” You whispered. “It was silly.”

“Do you want to be pregnant?” He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. “Is that what you want?”

You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.

“My advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this… predicament of  ours.” Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. “Day after day, night after night. I had been worried you weren’t ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.”

“I-” You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

“You what? Hm?” He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?”

Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding you…it was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in anticipation.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.” Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. “Is that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?”

Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.

“Yes, yes, sir.” You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. “I…I want you to fill me up.”

“Breed you. You want me to breed you.” He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. “Say it.”

You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror. 

“I want you to breed me, my lord.”

Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

“Well then, I suppose we better get started. Now.”

He was anything but gentle as he took the collar of your dress and ripped it with his bare hands, biceps flexing underneath the thin material of his shirt. You shivered as your body was exposed to the cool air. 

“On your hands and knees.” He orders, smiling when you immediately followed his command. Normally you would mouth off and be a little brat, asking for punishment, but tonight it seemed you were ready to be his good little girl. 

You turn to look behind you, feeling your wetness grow from the way he was devouring you with his eyes. Eris began to rid himself of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and ready to pump you full of his hot seed. He climbed behind you, his large hands running over the curve of your ass.

The bed dipped as he knelt on his knees, pushing the material of your panties to the side to unveil your dripping cunt. “I love how wet you get for me, Y/N,” Eris growled, licking his lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you are already making a mess on these sheets.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whisper, not sure if he wanted you to apologize or not. He chuckled and ran a single finger down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his mouth.

“Look at my little fox using her manners.” He praised, moaning at the taste of you. “You want this badly don’t you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, taking in shaky breaths as you felt hot air on your lips. It was a wonder that your entire body wasn’t shaking with need at this point.

“Well what my lady wants, she gets.” Eris said before burying himself in your sex, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick swipes while his nose teased your hole. “Fuck you taste like heaven on my tongue.”

You could only whine in response, legs squeezing either side of his head as he feasted on you. He knew all the right speeds and ways to eat you out, how to make you sing in pleasure. Your arms were wobbling from the waves of pleasure he was giving you.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of him slurping you up, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other stroked his cock. You could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself, making you even more delirious. 

“I want you to cum on my tongue, little fox.” Eris said firmly, taking your entire clit into his mouth and sucking. The action had you crying out in ecstasy, feeling like you were floating above your body as your entire body shook. 

He was always able to make you cum quickly because he took the time to know everything that made you tick, good and bad. Eris used it to his advantage many times and tonight was no different. You didn’t want this to be over so early but you also knew that tonight was special. This was going to be the first of many.

“Eris, ah!” You cried out, feeling that coil in you snap. He grunted in satisfaction when you started to mindlessly grind backward onto his face, your hands fisting the sheets. “It feels so good, sir.”

Every last drop of your cum went down his throat and his chin, his eyes closed in bliss. When you started to squirm from sensitivity he pulled back, holding the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“I’m going to breed you now,” Eris growled, not giving you a chance to recover as he thrust in until his balls slapped against your already tender clit. “And you are going to take it all, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer fast enough, couldn’t answer, as you were still reeling from what he had just done. However, your mate had little patience and was quick to grab your hair once more, pulling it until you whined. 

“Yes, Eris, yes,” You stuttered, enjoying the slight burn coming from your cunt as he stretched you out. “I’ll take it all, I’ll be good.”

His eyes were almost completely black as he gave you a feral grin, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing you full. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust, your hair still wrapped around his hand as he threw his head back in rapture.

“I know you will. I know you will.” He cooed, pulling his head back to watch his cock go in and out. The sheets were indeed a mess underneath you, a giant wet stain that was only going to grow as the night went on. 

One of your hands went down and began to fiddle with your swollen clit, moaning loudly as he fucked you hard. Eris noticed and clicked his tongue, using the hand that had your hair and pushing your face into the mattress. 

“Look at you, already trying to cum again.” Eris jeered, his grip bruising on your hips. “My lady is just a desperate little whore, isn’t she? A little whore who wants to be bred, to carry my children and do it over and over and over again.”

Your cries were muffled as he laughed darkly, feeling the familiar tingle of his own orgasm creeping up his spine. “But she’s such a pretty whore…” He purred, letting go of your head to brush the hair out of your face. Your entire body was being jolted by the force of his body, and your mascara was smudged, but you were too high on your own lust to care. 

“Please, please, please, sir.” You babbled, bottom lip quivering. “I wanna cum, I want you to fill me up, please.”

He grunted and furrowed his brows, his long red hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he put all his concentration on your pussy. “You don’t get to cum right now, Y/N. I want you to hold it in for me.”

Eris’s thrusts grew sloppily as his balls tightened, picturing you with a swollen belly and heavy tits. It made his mouth water and he barely heard your pleas of mercy. You felt the first spurts shoot into you, his cum almost burning, and it made your entire cunt clench around his cock.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He swore, groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into your womb. You felt tears fall down your cheek, desperately craving that release. It was taking all the will of your body to not give in to what you wanted.

The sheer amount of cum was too much for you to contain and it leaked through the seal of your lips, dripping onto your legs and the bed. He gave two more thrusts before pulling out completely, admiring the way he left you gaping and gushing. 

“You did so well, little fox.” Eris commended, pushing two thick fingers inside you and scooping out the mixture of his seed and your juices. He flipped you onto your back with one hand, your hair sprawling around you as he held those fingers over your mouth. “Suck.”

With tears staining your cheeks you followed his orders, chest rising and falling quickly as you swallowed it like you knew he wanted. Eris’s eyes turned tender upon seeing you, breaking the facade briefly to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You were grateful for it even though you were still aching for him to let you cum.

After a minute he pulled away, noticing you fidgeting. “Does my little whore want something? Was that not enough for her?”

You nodded shyly, eyes widening when he laid down beside you and then patted his lap. His cock was already hard once more, glistening in the firelight. You climbed onto his lap, looking down at him. 

“Well? What do you want?” He pressed, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other went to your cunt. Eris smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, enjoying the way you jumped. “You want to cum again? Greedy little girl.”

“I-” You tried to interject but shut your mouth when he suddenly lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, your hole hovering above the tip of his dick. 

“It is greedy, Y/N.” He cut you off. “If you want to cum again you need to say it.”

The words were on the tip of your tongue. Eris loved to make you say these things, to make you degrade yourself. It made you feel embarrassed but you also knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted if you didn’t.

“I”m a greedy little girl.” You murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as he thrust up slowly. Inch by inch he filled you again, both of your cum making it easy for him to slide in. “I want to cum again, to be filled up by you, sir.”

“Ride me then, Y/N,” Eris ordered, letting you bottom out and giving you a hardy smack on your ass. “Take what you want. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

Some people would think that this was a blessing, that he was giving you what you wanted, but it was far from the truth. You did love riding him, loved watching him watch you, but he knew as well as you did that you needed him to make you cum. You couldn’t do it yourself.

You began to bounce on him, hoping this time you might be able to do it without him, and moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you. Your hips rolled and breasts swayed with each rise and fall of your body, his amber eyes never leaving your face.

“That’s it, my little whore, ride your lord’s cock.” He snickered, noticing the frustration building within you. “Show me how badly you want it.”

The need in your stomach was growing like an inferno. You were fucking yourself with all your strength, both of your hands resting on either side of his body as you whimpered through your teeth and closed your eyes in concentration. 

“I want it, I want it, please sir.” You whined, your mind slowly slipping away from you as you seemed to stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. It was driving you insane. “Eris, Eris, I can’t. I need, I need-”

“What do you need, Y/N?” He cooed, smiling as your eyelashes fluttered and your hips finally slowed. His cock fell out of you and he knew you were getting into your subspace, something that made him feel tender and hungry at the same time. “Do you need my help?”

You barely had the coherency to nod, looking up at him with complete trust and want. “Please…”

He kissed your forehead and rolled you onto your back, lining up his cock and inching himself inside you once more. Both of his hands interlocked with yours and brought them above your head, keeping you still as he started a slow, hard rhythm.

You called out his name in ecstasy, enjoying the way his lips trailed over your neck and collarbone. “My sweet lady, so ready to take my cum and let me knock her up.” He breathed into your ear, pressing his forehead against yours.

“This is all you want, all you need, is my cock inside you.” Eris’s breaths were coming faster now, loving the way your walls fluttered around him. “You wanted to be bred and now you are. Your cunt is so full of me that you’ll be leaking for days, feeling it drip down your leg but it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep stuffing your pussy every night until this belly is round and tight.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt the crest of your orgasm coming up, your back arching off the bed as your throat burned from all the screaming you had been doing. All you could do now was whimper, your hands coming to circle around your neck as you babbled incoherently.

“Eris, please, I wanna, please,” You turned your head from side to side, eyebrows scrunching together. “Cum, let me, Gods, please!”

“Do it, Y/N.” Eris encouraged, moving his hips until he felt that squishy spot inside you that made you see double. “Cum for me, my little whore. Cum all over my cock, let that pretty pussy clench around me. Be a good girl.”

Everything around you went white and your ears began to ring as you came, your toes curling and back arching even further until you were sure you were going to snap in half. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream, letting your body succumb to everything your mate was giving to you.

The sight of you coming undone was enough for Eris to follow behind you, his mouth covering yours as he held himself still. It made his balls ache from how hard he was cumming, cursing loudly as he pulled away to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

“Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He growled into your neck. “Gods, you are so fucking tight on my cock.”

It took the both of you several minutes to catch your breath, Eris’s dick softening inside you as you struggled to come back to reality. He knew that this was rougher than normal, without any breaks, and he had probably pushed you to your limit. 

But he had no regrets. And neither did you.

You barely registered when he scooped you up and nuzzled you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings as he carried you over to the bathroom. Eris knew he needed to clean you before you went to bed and while he was waiting for the bath to fill, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at your stomach and wondering if it stuck.

Either way, you two would definitely be doing this again. 

[stuffeddeer]

Hello I’m new here, I just couldn’t help but notices how lovely you write. So I have little request for you.

Can I request Nikolai and any characters you want reaction when their s/o hides stuff between her breasts?

omg welcome just my drunk friend! tysm!!!! i love nikolai im on it 🫡 and dazai ofc..

has: no pronouns used but mention of boobs and bras, also one (1) use of the word tits. is that worthy of a warning? probably not. but Nikolai says it in a weird way bc he’s the worst so just in case 🤞🏻

You knock feverishly on Nikolai’s door. Fuck, where did you leave your key? You’d already made it back to your apartment when you realized it wasn’t in your pockets. The last place you were was Nikolai’s, so if he didn’t have it you aren’t sure who would.

“Nikolai, you dick,” you mutter under your breath. That asshole is definitely still awake, so why wasn’t he answering the door?

The knocking ceases as Nikolai swings the door open, hair unbraided and eyes glimmering. “Missed me that badly?” He leans forward, bending down slightly to maneuver his face just above yours. “You could’ve called, y’know.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug. “I need to come in.”

“Pushy!~” He pouts, crossing his arms and standing up straight. “Not even gonna say hello?”

A groan passes your lips, too frustrated at your missing key to play his games. “You didn’t.” You pause momentarily. It’s less frustration and more so anxiety that makes your skin crawl and your tone snippy. “Sorry, I just lost my key. I’m worried I dropped it on the street walking home.”

Eyes lighting up, you would’ve sworn Nikolai beamed down at you with two mismatched flashlights. “You need your key, you say? And what if I told you I could procure it for you?”

Your shoulders slump down, relaxing. He’s being an asshole, sure, but at least you know he has it. “Please, Nikolai?”

“Mm… You gotta promise not to be mad when I retrieve it. Especially since I’ll be your savior, you know!” He puffs out his chest, already proud before he has even produced the key.

“I promise, I’ll be eternally grateful as long as I can find that key.”

Nikolai’s warm and ungloved hand slips under your loose shirt collar, digging beneath your bra and in between your breasts. You freeze, even with the warmth of his hand on you. Before you can chew him out for the random grope, the jester pulls your apartment key from in between, flashing both it and a wolfish grin to you.

You say nothing for a moment, just staring slack jawed at your key. Had you really..?

“You dropped it in there before you left,” he shrugs before dropping the key back in between your breasts, not bothering to hand it to you properly. “And I just stare at your tits all the time, so I noticed.”

With a gentle smack to his bicep, you fish the key out once more and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god; I thought I was going to have to change my locks!”

“You still should - I have, like, several copies of your apartment key littered around my apartment,” Nikolai smiles once more.

You don’t even bother replying, just turning around and leaving his place for the second time that night, your apartment key in hand.

Dazai would start hiding things in there too. He tosses a pen your way before heading out on a mission, one where he knows you can’t bring a bag along, just to watch as you stuff it in between your breasts. You’d sigh resignedly, used to his actions by this point and having long given up arguing or telling him off.

When on said mission, he’d find any and every reason that one might need a pen and turn to you expectantly, waiting for you to pull it out and hold it out for him. It’s always so warm after, heated up from its time nestled between where he’d like to be stashed away.

You’d complain after he asks for the pen for the nth time, telling him if he needs to use it so often he can get one himself! Those words were meant to tell him to bring/carry his own pen, but he’d grinned before taking that as meaning he could jam his hand down your shirt to reach for it himself.

“What? You told me to grab it myself…”

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 24

Prompt: Gangbang

Pairing: Alpha/Omega/Terzo/Reader

Tags: gangbang, oral and vaginal sex, hand jobs

Notes: this one is pretty meh. wasn't really feeling it yesterday bc of work stuff. hope you get some level of enjoyment out of it. tomorrow will be better, i think.

“My ghouls are to your liking, tesora?” Omega, ever the gentleman, pulls out of your mouth, giving you the opportunity to reply. You nod.

“Yes, Papa. They’re- Oh!” The head of Alpha’s cock punches into that certain spot, sending a tremor down your spine. “They’re exemplary specimens.” Terzo chuckles, a satisfied look on his face. Not wanting him to feel left out, you continue. “It takes a particular caliber of man to keep such powerful creatures in line.” Alpha snorts.

“I am fortunate,” Terzo says, rolling his hips languidly into your fist. “They are much more docile than they appear.” He gives the fire ghoul a pointed look. “Most of them.” The tips of Alpha’s claws dig a little deeper into the flesh of your hips.

“Never got me anywhere,” he grunts, “bein’ docile.” To prove his point, he delivers a particularly brutal trust, producing an audible clap. You moan, back arching off the bed. He sneers at Terzo. “See?” A giggle works its way out of you, and he growls.

You look up at Omega, who has been waiting patiently for your attention. Your unoccupied hand finds his thigh, giving the muscle a squeeze. “Here’s a well-behaved ghoul if I ever saw one.” His cheeks, already a lovely purple, flush even deeper. “I can see why you’re Papa’s favorite.” Suddenly, both of the fiendish creatures break out into laughter.

“That’s very kind of you,” he says. “But everyone knows Mist is the favorite.” You look at Terzo inquisitively.

“I do not have favorites,” he insists. Unconvinced, you quirk an eyebrow. “You are my favorite, amore.” You smirk, feeling rather smug.

“Damn right I am.”

Turning to Omega, you open your mouth, inviting him back in. He’s much more gentle than Alpha, using a steady hand to feed you his thick cock. You can feel Terzo twitch against your palm, the sight of his prized ghouls ravaging you clearly affecting him more than he lets on. Feeling mischievous, you squeeze him a little harder, and he grunts. He looks so small compared to the two others, but his influence over them is undeniable. The only thing that stands between them and The Pit, he is their master and knows it. Granting them the privilege of taking you only serves to stroke his ego.

He needs to be taken down a peg, you think. But it’s as if he can sense your thoughts, because before you can act on them, his hand trails down to where you and Alpha are united, skilled fingers swiping around your clit.

This sets off a chain reaction of debauchery. Your pussy flutters around Alpha’s cock, pulling out a groan as he begins jackhammering into you. It has you crying out around Omega, the vibrations making him throw his head back as he tries not to gag you. All the while Terzo looks on with glee. He may not have the imposing figure or stamina of a ghoul, but he has you three, his darling pets, wrapped around his finger. If he demanded it, there’s no doubt in your mind that you would fight — you would kill each other — to see who is truly his favorite.

A rhythm forms, you and Terzo pleasuring one another while Alpha and Omega take what they need from your body. As the minutes drag on, the fingers on your clit press down harder, their circling tighter and faster. The fire ghoul hasn’t stopped fucking you since he first put it in, and as your climax draws closer, the spasming of your cunt drags him down with you. Obediently following Terzo’s instructions, as his orgasm takes over he pulls out, frantically jerking himself off the rest of the way. His cum is hot, almost scalding, as it spatters onto your skin, a fair amount getting on Terzo’s hand. Omega meets his end not long after, spilling down your throat with a groan.

When the dust settles, Terzo stands victorious, fucking your fist like he owns it. In a way, he does. When Alpha flops down on the bed, he drapes himself over you, quickly picking up where the fire ghoul left off.

“You’re everybody’s favorite, Papa,” you purr, swallowing down the remnants of Omega’s release. Terzo laughs.

“Don’t I know it.”

[wantonlywindswept]

fox & rex ficbit

finally wrote some tcw! whoo.

tbh not entirely sure where this is headed (a lie: i know exactly where i want this to end up, and it is with alpha-17 storming coruscant in a fit of protective rage and also murder) and atm it’s just a lot of exposition ideas because...i still have no real solid feel for the characters?? so i’m kind of working through that.

it is exhausting. star wars fanon you are exhausting. why can my brain not just write with the tropes and be done with it

anyway basically rex and fox are alpha-17′s feral children/brothers/students/?? because all three of them are competent chaos gremlins. set vaguely after geonosis but before the GAR is actually properly structured, bc if star wars doesn’t know what its timeline is then why the hell should i

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Growing up on Kamino, Rex and Fox had three things in common: a taste for the popularly-loathed blue carbohydrate cubes, an unstoppable compulsion to always be the best at anything they did, and the extremely dubious honor of being Alpha-17's favorites.

Fox was one of the earlier Command Class clones decanted, the eldest of a batch that boasted Wolffe, Gree, Bly, and Cody: possibly the strongest CC batch that Kamino would ever produce. He came out with a massive chip on his shoulder and left his tact in his tube, and made a sport of talking back to every single trainer in the Cuy'val Dar--which was why he once spent two weeks in Medical with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and Dred Priest's bootprints on his chest.

On the other hand, Rex came from a CT batch that was nearly flushed for genetic deviation, and of the original five, only he and Crys made it past cadet training. He clawed to the top of all his training modules fueled by fear and spite, and did everything by the book to avoid any kind of attention that might further mark him as defective: he kept his head down and his mouth shut, no matter what he actually thought about things.

Alpha's ARC training was good for the both of them, in the end: it taught Rex how to speak his mind, and it taught Fox how to shut the fuck up.

"15 - 5," Alpha announced cheerfully, leaning on his training staff without even the slightest indication of being tired. Fox, flat on his back at Alpha's feet, wheezed something that might have been a curse.

"I'm starting to think that those 5 were a fluke," Rex said blandly. 

Fox's next growl was definitely a curse, and he lifted trembling hands to sign something insulting and anatomically improbable in Rex's direction.

"Go on, stop whining into my mats," Alpha said, nudging Fox in the side with his foot. "It's time for me to beat the other little brat into the ground."

Rex watched, snickering, as Fox very clearly struggled to keep from offering Alpha a similar insult. 

It was good that he was finally developing a sense of self-preservation.

It was just the three of them left in the gym, long after most sane troopers retreated to lick their wounds and get some kind of rest before they did the same thing all over again tomorrow. Even Fox's certifiably unhinged batch had abandoned them after a couple hours of extra training; most of the CCs had been tagged for the ARC classes, but some were taking to it with a little more enthusiasm than others.

Fox peeled himself off the floor, using his staff as a crutch as he staggered to the deceptive safety outside of the training ring. He passed Rex along the way; his encouraging pat on the shoulder turned into more of an uncoordinated smack to the side of the head, which Rex magnanimously decided to forgive on account of knowing he'd probably need Fox's help standing up later. 

Alpha was brutal, and relentless, and more than a little bit of a dick, but he wasn't cruel. He pushed them hard, taught them everything he knew, and if sometimes Rex caught him looking at them like he was worried they'd vanish the moment they left his sight, well. 

The campaign on Geonosis had been a hell of a debut. They'd lost thousands of brothers, and now they were all on edge waiting for their official postings. There was no telling where they'd end up next. 

Fox would undoubtedly be deployed where the fighting was the heaviest; he came off Geonosis with a dossier of accolades and a near-spotless string of victories. The rest of his batch had done equally well--all save Cody, who'd been unwillingly left behind on Kamino with a grade three concussion and a broken orbital bone, courtesy of one of Isabet Reau's battle circles.

Rex was probably destined for something similar. He'd performed well enough that he was guaranteed an officer commission, and he'd been all but adopted into the Command class after taking control of a battalion that had lost their commanding officer. It would be an absolute waste to not send him to the front lines.

Once ARC training was over, once they got their assignments and shipped out, it was entirely possible this would be the last time that Alpha saw them both alive.

With that cheery thought in mind, Rex spun the staff in his hands, met Alpha's grim expression with a sharp nod, and launched himself into the ring.

(Later, after Alpha dumped them both in the showers and ordered them not to drown, Fox gave him so much shit for only managing to win three matches out of twenty. But he also hauled Rex into the closer barracks that he shared with his batch, shoved him into the empty bed, and immediately passed out on him, which was enough of a comfort that Rex figured he could put off his vengeance for later. 

Maybe in the morning.

Maybe after they came back from the war, and they could prove to Alpha that he hadn't just sent them off to die.)

[tacroyy]

absolute clown show at my house tonight trying to put the baby down to sleep. truly a scene ripped from a third of the way through a terrible 80s parenting comedy.

(context: so my baby recently started producing melatonin! yay for adult sleep pattern development! however, as such, their brain is like, hey. Hey. HEY. this is DIFFERENT. what’s going ON here. I Have Concerns! which is The Four Month Sleep Regression: your baby forgot how to sleep/connect their sleep cycles and needs a week or two to figure that out again, and in the meantime, they will argue vociferously that sleep is Unnecessary, they will awake at the smallest change in sensation, and as a bonus they are also developing object permanence, which— lmaoooo they’re awake again. hold please. — okay. success. … listen, just trust me. object permanence is def related to sleep. anyway.)

The Shitshow as follows:

strike one: they finally fall asleep, i get them in The Correct Hold (due to how muscles work on a basic level, i cannot hold them and soothe them in the same way i need to hold them to put them in their bassinet), i make it to the bedroom, and— i step directly on the dog. extensive scrambling from all parties. retreat to nursery to regroup.

strike two: despite being a true classic of the genre, the least said about this one the better. i farted so loud it woke the baby up. sigh. already in nursery so no need to retreat for regrouping, other than emotionally.

strike three: asleep, correct hold, exercise ball disengagement (fun fact: exercise balls stick to your butt and make noise to unstick!), make it into bedroom across creaky-ass floor, weight transfer (you don’t just put baby down into bassinet. lmao pls. you must lean your body over them and press them into you, then lower them down so that vertical movement doesn’t trigger any reflexes), place gently on bassinet, begin Right Hand Disengagement Protocol (leave left hand under neck bc warm, slowly move right hand from butt to supporting legs and gently place legs down so that leg twitches do not trigger reflexes), hook baby in place (we have a snoo, and frankly it paid for itself on the second night of her life by immediately giving us a full four hours of sleep, and the rest is just bonus), turn on rocker, begin Left Hand Disengagement Protocol, the last step!!!, and— miscalculate location of head, basically dropping baby’s cheek heavily on the bed, so quite reasonably they’re like WTF WHOS DROPPING MY FACE AND WHY, SCREAM, retreat to nursery to regroup.

they’ve been asleep for a full eleven minutes now! their second longest sleep so far this evening 🥲 im going to try to sleep myself. wish me So much luck.

[brighteststar707]

Sunshine

a silly thing i wrote just bc i liked the idea of saeran in a straw hat :)

On warm days, you often find Saeran hunched over in the garden, hands muddy, softly murmuring to the plant he’s working on at the moment. You like to joke that they know him as well as you do, with how much he talks to them.

His skin has started to take on some colour after spending so much time outside, which gives him a healthy glow. When you come close to kiss him, you see the faintest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and cheeks. The first time you see them, you pepper his face in kisses and tell him he’s pretty (he’s starting to believe you).

It means more to the two of you than it would to anyone else. Each freckle is a reminder that he is finally able to spend time outside under the sky. They are a marker of this new life he has found.

It doesn’t make him immune to sunburns, though. It’s easy for him to lose track of time as he works and come inside after a long day with his cheeks and forehead burning red. You gently spread aftersun on his face and remind him that he needs to take care of himself.

One sweltering summer day, you come out into the garden to bring him something to drink. Today, he’s tending to the produce garden. It’s a small experiment he started at the beginning of the year. He likes the idea of being able to provide small things for his family (even though you often remind him that he provides much more than the vegetables he harvests).

He has forgotten his sun hat somewhere in the garden, probably taken off for a second and left behind as he moved on to the next task. You find it as you make your way to him and pick it up, smiling to yourself. It’s a simple hat, made of straw with a wide brim to protect his face from any further burns. You bought it for him on a whim while in the garden centre and you can’t help but smile every time you see him in it. You now have a matching one to wear on days you join him outside.

He hears you approaching and turns to greet you. He smiles widely and you admire the way the sunlight glints off his hair. You’re holding the hat behind your back so he can’t see, and he’s all too happy to accept the drink you offer him (a strawberry lemonade this time) and not ask any questions yet.

When he’s least expecting it, you plop the hat back onto his head with a soft “one more thing, darling.” He looks up at you under the brim and smiles guiltily. You lean down and kiss him hard before returning back inside, promising to bring him a snack soon.

[countlessrealities]

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: “Oops” { To Mercenary Rick from Vampire Rick // skipping a little forward to when they first start living together bc i think it'll be funny xD }

Rick let out a slow, heavy breath as he turned off the water, taking a moment to run a hand in his wet locks before stepping out of the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam and the mirror was completely fogged, so much that his reflection was reduced to blurry brush of colours.

Usually he was quick and efficient when it came to washing himself up, never lingering longer than it was strictly necessary. It was a habit he had formed during his years spent in space, living on bases and ships and shitty alien motels. At times he had too little water or it was extremely expensive to procure. Others it was contaminated, so the less you used, the better.

That day, however, his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, no matter how hard he had tried to shut them up. He had tinkered with one of his projects, but his focus had kept wavering. He had spent an hour exercising, but the moment he had stopped to catch his breath, the shadows in his mind had inevitably surged up once again. Hell, he had even gone to take a walk in the woods, but that had just made it worse.

In the end, he had given up on finding a distraction and had focused on relaxing as much as possible. Standing under a stream of too hot water, concentrating only on the burning trails it left on his skin in its passing, had seemed like a good place to start.

It had turned out to be the right choice. The intrusive thoughts had faded into an incomprehensible murmuring in the back of his head, even if they had left behind a cacophony of emotions and exhaustion. It was more bearable than the flashbacks and the voices, but it was still unpleasantly draining.

He could feel it in his bones, an ache that had nothing to do with the recurring pains his surgeries had left behind.

Biting back another sigh, Rick wiped some of the condensation off the mirror with his forearm. He met his own gaze for a moment, taking in the dark bags under his eyes, before moving on the metal plate that decorated his left temple. On this sort of days, looking at it made him feel like one of his devices, a bunch of parts that didn't belong with each other but that had been unnaturally forced together by cleverness and advanced technology.

Yet, all the genius in the universe couldn't have turned them into something whole and purposeful. All it could be, all he could be was functional.

With a scoff, the mercenary turned away from the mirror and briefly rubbed his hair with a towel, before wrapping it around his waist. Having a pity party wouldn't have helped anyone, especially not his mood. He had better hurry up to head back to his room, so he could have drunk himself unconscious.

Rubbing his eyes absent-mindedly, he padded out of the bathroom, distractedly registering the coolness of the floor against the plants of his bare feet. The cabin was dead silent, but that wasn't unusual. Even during the day it tended to be quiet, unless Rick himself was the one producing noises. The other two dwellers of the place were as quiet as the shadows they tended to lurk in.

And speaking of...

Rick visibly jumped as his gaze landed by chance on one of the recesses that opened in the corridor. Not only the darkness there looked suspiciously thicker, but what abruptly brought him back to reality where the bright violent eyes shining through it, as if they had had a light of their own.

"G-God fuckin' dammit...!" The mercenary cursed, one hand shooting down to grab the towel that had loosened around his waist, threatening to fall off completely.

The surprise, however, was quick to fade and it was soon replaced by a mixture of anger and exasperation. Damn his housemate and his creepy habits. Vampires might not need to sleep and they rarely did, especially at night, but the blood-sucking asshole seemed to pull that sort of shit on him on purpose. It had happened way too many times for it to be just a coincidence.

"A-Are you for fuckin' real?! C-Can't a guy grab a shower in peace?" He threw his free hand in the air. "...Listen, I'm not in the mood, alright? I-It's...I'm going to my room to get drunk. Alone."

And he was planning to do it fast, also because he was getting more and more aware of the fact that he was standing there, almost completely naked, while his alternate was fully clothed. He had never really cared about decency, but for some obscure reason the idea of being fully undressed in front of the vampire made him uneasy.

It also made his face hit up a little, but Rick was hellbent on not acknowledging it.

Sucking in a breath through his nose, he greeted his teeth and forced himself to walk past his housemate, barely resisting the temptation to glance back over his shoulder, towards those bright eyes. He could feel them burning into his flesh, following the curve of his spine, caressing his too many scars.

If his steps got a little too fast and if he darted inside his room, almost slamming the door behind him, the mercenary pretended not to have noticed it. He hadn't run away. Hell no. He was just in a hurry to get wasted, that was all.

And yet, even as he finally brought a bottle to his lips, swallowing a generous mouthful of liquor, all he could think of as the alcohol burnt down his throat were ageless features and glowing orbs ominously piercing the darkness.

...Well, shit.

[fentrashcat]

Just gonna add another anecdote on here- my art helps me manage my tics.

There are days I physically CANNOT hold a pen without severe pain from tic suppressing or throwing said pen into the Void, never to be seen again. But I have yet to throw a needle.

Whenever I start sewing, it's like my body actually listens to me. Sure there are days my tics are too bad to do anything, but there are just as many days that sewing is the only way to stave off a tic attack. When I can't fight my tics in my dominant hand? I use my non-dominant hand.

I've learned to write and eat with my left hand bc it's the only way I could somedays, and now I'm learning to sew left hand dominant in case i cant use my right (which happened earlier this year bc i ticced into something and partially dislocated my wrist).

Artists and creators will find a way. It's part of the creative process. AI may have the potential to offer a way, but not while it is actively stealing from real artists. Artists put their whole life and soul into their work, two things AI cannot have. (Even if it wasn't stealing AI art is dubious, writing something is art in and of itself, translating it to visuals can be done in countless other ways)

I cannot imagine the hurt of having my art taken out of my control, mixed in with someone else's and produced as an original work. And that's just after a year of doing this, while I'm still developing my craft. For someone whose been doing this for years? For their whole life? People whose livelihood depends on their art? The thought makes me feel sick.

If it's hard to understand, think about it this way- you write a paper, spending countless hours studying and working. You sacrifice your time, energy, and effort. After you turn it in to the teacher, your roommate comes up and presents "his" paper, but it's just yours changed in minor ways. Or a combination of yours and other kids in class. It's plagiarism.

You can't do that for school work, essays, academic papers. Why should art be any different?

People really like the "ableism" point, but only when defending AI, not when it comes to actual artists who need your support.

Adding on a practice hoop I did a while ago, in a mixture of left and right hand dominance. It's not the best, not by a long shot, but I love it bc it shows I CAN work around my tics, and that with practice I'll be able to do what I love, even when my body is physically rebeling against me.

I hope I'm making sense, as I am running on energy drinks and no sleep, adding both of my blog tags bc this is relevant to my Tourettes AND to my artwork.

"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity

[weasel-b33]

window. (james potter x fem!reader)

summary: just some domestic morning bliss with your husband and hazzie

a/n: this was written on my phone at 8:46 am on a whim. don’t ask why…..

warning: hottie!dilf!james. spelling errors bc i’m too tired to check it…and gooey stinky love fluff. screaming child (ew) non-sexual nudity (like barely), feeding baby harry but like barely described.

(if you saw my last post…this is no surprise)

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the loud screams and obnoxious wails of the newborn is what awoke james. not the sound of his you whispering his name into his ear, while you idly scratch at the messy mane sat atop his head. or the chirping of the birds that he could hear because he accidentally left the window open in your bedroom once again.

nope. screaming. blood curdling screams, only viable to be produced by someone being chased by a deranged killer.

peering his eyes open, however, james wasn’t met with the sight of a psycho killer trying to hurt his son. on the contrary. he was met with the bright pastel yellow of the nursery walls, and a blurry view of 4 month old harry james potter.

rising up rapidly, not without a quick crack of his entire spine, because james decided it would be good to sleep on the hardwood floor of the nursery. grasping his son in his arms and back and forth he quickly silenced the uncontrollable toddler. silence.

“you want your mama, bubba?” james knew the answer already considering it was 7:23 am, prime time for harry’s first of many feeding for the day. harry replied in some baby blabbers and james set off on his hunt through the home to find you.

today started off good. awoken by the warming rays of the fall sun and the light burst of breeze rolling through the open window, seriously james needs to stop leaving those open. a quick stretch and scratch of you head, and you knew you were ready to face the day. yet, when you rolled over to snuggle back into james’ warmth, you discover your husband was nowhere to be found.

you were none the wiser, to your distressed baby in the other room ,(thankfully) to the silencing charm you and james placed over your bedroom the night prior. however, your husband being himself couldn’t help but check on your son during the night only to find him awake, bouncing around his crib as if preparing to run a marathon. and because he couldn’t wake you, seeing as how gorgeous you were laid only in his shirt, hair a mess and sound asleep in your shared room, james decided to play with your son, until harry, and apparently himself, fell sound asleep.

as if he could read your mind, right as you were about to get up and search for your husband and child, james saunters in the room, glasses crooked on his faces surely due to the musings of your son, both of whom were sporting their infamous—and practically unmanageable—potter curls.

“baby, look it’s mama.” james points a finger at you wiggling it in harry’s face, until the boy lets out some giggles. handing him over to you, james sits down beside you against the headboard.

“hey, haz..how’d you sleep pretty boy?” and even though your son definitely could not understand what was being said you two didn’t mind. responding with more of the indecipherable words, harry gets distracted by pulling on your messy bed-head.

“you should have heard him. screaming like he just won the lottery. pretty sure he’s hungry.” you quickly take off your—james’—shirt and the boy eagerly begins feeding.

petting your sons wild tresses, you turn your attention to your husband who is staring with heart eyes at you and your baby. “where were you, j? i woke up and you weren’t here.” wiping a fake tear and putting on an exaggerated pout, james let’s out a sleepy laugh

james sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and plasters on a dazzling smile,“i went to check on haz last night, and i must have fallen asleep in there” as you go to respond, he quickly silences you with a kiss. and as cliché as it sounds, his warm lips against yours are enough to blur out all that is around you. but the kiss ends quickly, much to quickly for his liking, as he decides to chase after your lips with his own.

“go close that window and i’ll give you another kiss”

and as james jumps up and slams the window closed while you lay in the bed rocking your son back to sleep, he can’t help but think how lucky he is to met a woman such as yourself, who can put up with his quirks—especially the one with a window.

fin

[ghostykapi]

it's easy to fall (harder to leave)

pt. 2 of what if I (never) told you I had fallen // angst + happy ending bc once more I can't handle pain

hello, I lived from suffering from 2 weeks of cramming. enjoyyyy

"thank you for much for coming into this interview!" you couldn't help but feel the ball of anxiety slowly build up as the interviewer happily closes out the segment of the show.

feeling vulnerable underneath all the gazes of the cameras and the live audience wasn't a new feeling to you. after all you are the writer and producer of the group, the brains that help create the identity of your art. you had to learn how to battle the pressure, criticism and hardship your group had to go through everytime you had a comeback with the title track coming from (mostly) you

now that was out in the open, all you had to do was figure out if she understood what you said in that interview, if she ever bothered to watch it anyway.

the promotion period came and went, draining you both physically, mentally and emotionally. you had never felt more thankful for a break that lasted longer than usual.

on the first day of the said break, your group decided to have a brunch out before going your seperate ways. some decided that it would be best spent with their families, and some decided that they're going to spend it in their dorms, recharging their energies and hanging out more with other idol friends.

you also decided to do the second one, with the intention of finding more thrift shops across the city to get some clothes for the fall. so when the brunch rolled around, you had a notebook with you at the table to show to your group how you made your most recent song.

"you know" your maknae mumbled as she flips the pages on her left hand and eating her food on the right hand "I knew you liked her this much but not far enough to make a song that brought us 5 wins"

"no pain, no gain" you joked while playing with the ends of your sweater, a habit you do when you get nervous "but honestly I didn't expect that too. the liking her that deep kind of thing"

"whatever it's worth" your leader gives you a reassuring pat on the back "it's good that you're painfully aware of your feelings and doing your best to try to move on"

yeah. trying to move on is a hard ongoing experience for you. especially when you see son chaeyoung spam your phone that you'd deliberately leave in your dorm to avoid confrontation

yeah, definitely a hard experience on you

"thanks you guys" you give them a smile before they end up swishing you into a group hug with shouts (of love) in between

after the brunch, you found yourself waking along side the han river. taking in the scenery of the happy people around you with the change of a more chilly season.

finding your usual spot, you sit down, opened your notebook and started to scribble random drawings your mind thought of.

a pair of lips, a bouquet of flowers, a small tiger, two promise rings, a bunch of random strawberries-

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

you really need to figure out new things to draw and not anything associated to chaeyoung anymore

closing it shut, you decide it's the best idea to finally head back home and get some rest. you stand up and start walking back home. you barely take more than 10 steps when you feel your phone vibrate in your bag, indicating that there's a caller

not bothering to check the name of said caller, you answer your phone while continuing your walk

"hello, y/n speaking"

"stop walking and turn around"

you feel your heart stop as you quickly turned around, seeing chaeyoung standing right there with a phone against her ear.

by the heavens she still looks gorgeous as the day you lost her

"you should really stop avoiding me" she complains as she drops the call

"I wasn't avoiding, I was just busy with the comeback" you can't be in her presence right now, not when your heart is still hurting "and speaking of comeback, I just finished my promotion period, so I'm heading back home to get some rest"

you tried walking away from her to save your already broken heart, but she grabs your arm and tugs you back to her. the grip not leaving any negotiations to let you go

"y/f/n I swear to god" even though she's tiny, you swear that son chaeyoung angry is a scary thing "you will not avoid me again"

you avoid her gaze and only stared at the ground, feeling the sobs climbing out of your throat "you know why I do"

"no I don't"

"yes you do"

"no" you can hear the hurt and desperation in her voice "I don't"

you still refuse to look at her as the tears blur your vision

"yes." you feel the grip finally loosening up but the emotional pain leaving you to stay put to the ground "yes you do, it's true. it's all true"

you don't hear the laughter of the people anymore. you can't hear the swaying of the trees and the crunch of the leaves anymore. you only hear the sound of your heart taking in more cracks as you finally admit it to her

"y/n" chaeyoung brings you into a hug as you softly cry into her shoulder "y/n/n"

"I'm sorry" you gasp out as you feel each wall finally come crashing down "I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want to scare you away-I was so scared-"

"it's ok" she cuts you off, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down "you don't have to be sorry"

"I should be" you shake your head, remembering that he's still in her life "it's not fair for you and for him"

she feels her heart break at that, even if you had the chances to hate him and tell her to break up with him, you still choose to support it despite loving her

"you don't have to be with me unnie" you pull away to properly look at her despite the tears still going, to show that you're serious "it's ok. I'll be ok"

"no" she softly calls out and tries to stop your from leaving, but you were determined to go "no no no please don't go"

"unnie" you plead with her, gently prying her hands away from you depite the panic settling in her eyes "I'll be fine, just give me some time and I'll be back being your best friend"

this has to be it right? the good decision that brings your heart and her's at ease sooner or later

"for what it's worth" you smile with all the love that lets you "thank you for teaching me what is love, my muse"

that breaks her.

"don't go" she's more stubborn now, her eyes panicking as she tries to bring you in "please don't go away again"

"how will I move on if you won't let me go?" you gently push her away but she clings unto you with all the strength that she can have

"don't move on, just, please stay. don't go. don't leave. please don't. I can't handle you gone again" she cries out "I just got you back, please don't go"

"unnie" you try to reason with her but it's hard. not when you also tears come out of her eyes and you're quick to wipe them away

"don't go" she whispers, as if she's scared to scare you away "come back home to me please"

you can't say no to that, not when she still has your heart in that palm of the hand just like that.

"what about him?" you can't help but feel the guilt eat you up inside but chaeyoung is quick to shut it down

"broke up with him the moment I heard your interview" she explains "I couldn't be in a relationship with him when I know my heart couldn't move on from you. he understands too and I couldn't let you slip away from me"

"what do you mean" you feel your brain run through a million thoughts, the most prominent one being "couldn't move on?"

she doesn't say anything, only bringing you back to her dorm, to her room to show you the amounts of notebooks she ran through that was just full of drawings, pictures and words that were all of you.

you sit on her bed as you trace her drawings of you, each one accurate with your features. you can't help but feel tears come back

"don't cry" she kisses your tears away, bringing her hands to cradle your face "it hurts to see you cry"

"I can't help it" you look into her eyes and feel the overwhelming sense of relief and love "it's hard to believe something you're brain thought was impossible"

"it's not" chaeyoung reassures you, just as you always did for her "it's not hard to fall in love with you and it's not easy to move on from you too"

she kisses you that day, as you both mend your hearts over sharing stories of how you both fell in love with each other. each crack won't be healed that day but as the weeks, months rolled by and as you both go back to each other, you can feel it getting better

"my muse" you whisper one night as she sleeps in your arms, the moon giving her the softest glow "I'm home"

[seokjinsonlyone]

this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you’d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”

[skinnyducky]

made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”

[realcube]

saying things they don’t mean during an argument

 navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[saturnznct]

he teaches your child to sing | ldh

➸ request from yellow anon; hi there! how are you doing? i’m doing fine rn bcs i saw how active you are these days <3 could i request haechan teaching sunhee how to sing bcs he saw her try to copy him one time during a recording <333 tysm !!! 

➸ note; hi yellow anon bestie thank u so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and i hope u like it!!

➸ word count; 982 words

➸ sunhee; aged 3

nct masterlist

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Donghyuck didn’t mind bringing Sunhee along to the studio at all. His two older children were currently at school, and you were at work, so Sunhee was his responsibility for the day. 

He debated calling a babysitter, but decided to just bring her to work with him. Sunhee was really well behaved, and the members and staff loved her. 

Once you had left for work, and Dalgun and Kyungah were at school, Donghyuck got Sunhee ready to go out. 

Normally, his dance bag is full of various items such as deodorant or his razor, but today it’s filled with toys, kids snacks and spare toddler sized clothes. 

’Sunhee-ah, are you looking forward to seeing uncles?’ Donghyuck asks the toddler, who is sitting on the floor playing with random scattered toys. 

‘Uncle Mark?’

‘Yeah, Uncle Mark will be there. And Uncle Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung.’

She gasps in excitement, ‘are we going?’

‘Yeah, I told you, daddy’s taking you to the studio with him.’

‘Dancing?’

‘I think daddy’s doing some singing today,’ Donghyuck explains, ‘it’ll be fun.’

Donghyuck searches the cupboard for some suitable pairs of shoes for Sunhee.

‘Come and get your shoes on baby,’ he calls, and the two year old comes quickly toddling towards him.

Her tiny hand holds onto his shoulders as she lifts each foot up, letting her father slip on her shoes and secure them.

‘Right! Looks like we’re ready to go. Can you hold daddy’s hand while we walk to the car?’

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Sunhee is an extremely shy kid. Especially with adults she doesn’t know. 

So as she and Donghyuck are walking through the corridors of the SM building, hand in hand, she’s practically clinging onto Donghyuck’s leg. Staff members try to speak to her, but they either get silence or a squeak in response. 

It’s only when they arrive in the studio does she speak to anyone.

‘Uncle Mark,’ she grins, happily toddling towards him and flying into his outstretched arms. 

‘Sunhee-ah!” He lifts her in the air, spinning her around in his arms.

She shrieks and giggles as he sets her down, finally breaking down her shy barrier.

‘Has she ever seen a recording?’ Mark asks Donghyuck, ‘I don’t remember ever seeing her during one.’ 

‘I don’t think she has,’ Donghyuck shrugs, ‘you wanna watch daddy and uncles sing?’

‘Yeah!’ She chirps cutely, suddenly in the arms of Jeno. 

‘Ok, then let’s race there- go!’ 

Donghyuck suddenly breaks off into a slow jog, giggling when he hears Sunhee shriek and complain about ‘cheating.’

He lets Sunhee win the race, stopping her at the doorway of the studio.

‘Be careful when you go in baby,’ Donghyuck advises her, ‘don’t touch any of the stuff on the tables, ok?’

‘Ok daddy,’ Sunhee nods, ‘no touching.’

‘Good girl, come on.’

All four of the staff members in the room turn to look as Donghyuck opens the door.

‘Oh gosh, Sunhee!’ One of the managers who had met her several times squeals, ‘so nice to see you!’

‘Hi Auntie,’ Sunhee, forever the introvert, murmurs, holding tightly onto her father’s hand.

’Sunhee, this is Kenzie,’ Donghyuck motions to the producer, ‘she makes our music. Kenzie, this is my youngest, Sunhee.’

’Nice to meet you Sunhee,’ the producer smiles.

‘Hi,’ Sunhee mumbles, ‘nice to meet you too.’

’She’s so adorable,’ Kenzie grins, ‘you ready to get in the booth? Do you need someone to watch her?’

‘Do you mind?’ Donghyuck asks the manager, who nods rapidly.

’No, I don’t mind at all! She is the sweetest.’

‘Thank you- Sunhee-ah, be a good girl for Auntie, okay?’

‘Ok daddy.’

‘Good girl, I won’t be long.’

Donghyuck spends the next three quarters of an hour or so immersed in recording, occasionally glancing out of the glass screen to check on Sunhee. Thankfully she was playing well, fiddling with a plastic toy. 

Ocasionally, he could hear her little voice imitating him, singing along to the same lines absentmindedly. Cute.

Sunhee’s face lights up as Donghyuck emerges from the recording booth.

‘Daddy you’re back,’ she chirps, ‘you sang so good.’

’Thank you baby,’ Donghyuck kisses her little cheek.

‘I want to try singing like you,’ she smiles thoughtfully, ‘do you think I could sound like you?’

‘Of course you could,’ Donghyuck nods, ‘wanna try?’

‘Yeah!’

Donghyuck notices Mark setting up in the booth, so decides to search for a spare room. 

‘In here,’ Donghyuck smiles, ushering her into the room. 

It’s just an empty studio, but will do well enough for a bit of practice.

Thankfully the door to the booth is unlocked, so Donghyuck just strolls right in, searching for something for Sunhee to stand on. He pulls up a chair close enough to the mic, helping her stand on it and gently holding her sides got keep her steady.

‘You wanna sing like daddy?’

‘Uh-huh!’

‘Okay, copy me!’

Donghyuck sings a couple of lines of Be There For You. Sunhee repeats them, quite flatly, but a solid attempt from the three year old girl.

‘Good job!’ Donghyuck praises, ‘you sang so well!’ 

‘Really?’

‘You wanna sing some more?’

‘Yep,’ She nods rapidly.

‘What songs do you wanna sing?’

‘More of yours daddy,’ she smiles fondly.

The two of them spend the rest of the day singing along to what Donghyuck believes is every NCT song under the sun.

But it’s sweet, and Donghyuck loves spending time with his youngest daughter.

‘I think maybe Sunhee has decided her career path already,’ Donghyuck laughs in amusement as the two of you get into bed later that night.

‘Really?’

‘Yep. She’s gonna be a singer just like her daddy.’

He’s beaming with pride, warming your heart.

‘She does?’

‘Yeah,’ he smiles, ’so maybe we should get her lessons or something?

’Maybe when she’s four or five,’ you say, ’but you can teach her until then.’

‘I will,’ Donghyuck smiles to himself, ‘I definitely will.’