#anyway. sorry for rambling anon. you are very funny. I chuckled.

[quietwingsinthesky]

i just loved that the writers were like mark of cain dean slowly becomes more and more barbaric and inhuman as he can’t control this primordial, gaping wound in the form of an already healed over scar that has been borne by the devil himself and is in fact what made him the devil and therefore will make dean long and lust after maiming and ultimately murdering people with an urge stronger than any love or passion or resolution he’s ever experienced in his life And Also He’s A Huge Misogynist

well. TO BE FAIR. you have just kind of described dean when he is normal also.

[imjusttpeachy]

sleepy angel. (c.h.)

Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon

okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy

please check out the warnings!!

playlist

the licks - lavender kiss

wet bandits - movies as friends

puma blue - want me

dre’es - warm

daniel ceasar - get you

summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?

word count: 944

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that

•••

You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.

No, not at all.

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3

[babymetaldoll]

Teasing (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes :)

"This might be random but, I just imagine season 14 Spencer being confident and slapping the reader's ass in front of his co-workers and they tease him and her about it?"

Summary: Teasing Spencer at work is both a good and a bad idea. And (Y/N) knows exactly what she is doing.

Warnings: Cursing, sex references. Let me know if I forgot something :)

Word count: 1,3K

A/N: Anon, I’m sorry it took forever, I hope you like it 💜

Masterlist

 It was probably (Y/N) 's responsibility. It looked like it to her anyway. She had been teasing Spencer that whole day. In her defense, she was bored. It was a slow paperwork day, and after a while, there weren't many ways to kill time in the bullpen.

On the other hand, she knew what she was getting into. And she wanted to.

It all started innocently. (Y/N) walked to her husband's desk and ran her fingers through his hair. She knew he loved that, and it made him close his eyes and hum softly.

- "Hello, gorgeous."

- "How is your day going, honey?"- she asked and stood beside him, playing with his curls.

- "Good, halfway through all the files already. You?"- (Y/N) sighed and pulled the hair at the back of his neck softly.

- "Just starting."- she whispered and bit her lips, smiling.

Spencer stared at her and raised an eyebrow. She only smiled innocently and walked back to her desk.

Working with your husband could be a problem sometimes. It could also be very entertaining. I guess it all depends on how much work you've got to do that day.

Spencer and (Y/N) had met in the BAU ten years ago. It felt like ages. They were both so young back then, so shy and so innocent. Not just in the love department but also as profilers.

A lot had changed from those days when Spencer would blush and fluster each time (Y/N) talked to him. He wasn't the same. Not even close. Not after dating her for two years. After learning everything about her. The way she tasted. The way she moved. The way she liked to be touched.

He wasn't the same, not after being married to her for three years. After sharing every day, the good ones and the bad ones.

He wasn't the same, not after being in jail, missing her body, her laughter, her company.

Now, Spencer wouldn't hold himself back. He felt more confident. Spencer was now more in power. He could be who he always wanted to be when he was with her, not just at home, not only in the bedroom, but everywhere.

Sometimes he would forget where he was, though. (Y/N) had that kind of effect on him, even after all those years. She could blind him when she walked into a room, and she was the only thing he would notice. If you think about it, it's a good thing, especially if it means you are still crazy in love with the woman of your dreams, even when you met her ten years ago.

(Y/N) looked at her husband from her desk and chewed her lips. How could she get his attention to keep on teasing him? Easy peasy.

- "Luke, can you give me a hand?"- she walked to her colleague and leaned over on his desk, making sure her ass was on Spencer's view.

- "Sure thing, what can I help you with?"

(Y/N) had nothing to ask Alvez, but that didn't stop her from rambling on a bunch of data with him about one of the cases they had worked on a few weeks ago.

She moved the weight of her body from one leg to the other, moving slowly. She knew she had Spencer's attention. He loved her ass.

Loved it. Worship it. He couldn't get enough of it. You name it. Reid liked to put her on his lap and slap her ass until it would be red. He also liked to mark it and leave bruises all over it. And most of all, he loved to stare at it, just the way he was doing that minute, licking his lips, thinking about all the things he was going to do to her as soon as they got home that day.

She knew what she was doing. She surely did. Spencer kept thinking about it now, unable to continue with the paperwork. He looked at her, sauntering through the bullpen. She stopped and talked with JJ for a moment, smiling, laughing. Playing with her hair. He couldn't stop thinking about her now, about what he wanted to do to his wife.

Then, (Y/N) walked to the kitchenette to get a coffee, and Spencer moved in his chair to make sure he could still get a glimpse of her. She turned around and looked at him as she walked over, holding two cups of coffee.

- "Here you have, doctor Reid"- (Y/N) whispered, and a chill ran down Spencer's back. Those two words coming from her lips were too much. He loved it when she called him by his honorifics. She smiled and turned around to walk to her desk when Spencer's hand moved and slapped her ass, staring at it as he bit his lips.

The way he looked at her, anyone could tell what he was thinking about. Including the rest of the team, of course.

- "Oh no!!"- Rossi frowned and stared at the couple- "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were a young, innocent kid who couldn't even talk to (Y/N) without stuttering."

Spencer wide opened his eyes and stayed speechless, holding his breath for a few seconds. (Y/N) laughed and looked at Rossi innocently.

- "What? What did he do?"- Prentiss walked over, holding a cup of coffee too.

- "He is touching his wife in public again!"- Rossi shook his head, clearly joking- "You have to learn how to control yourself, kid."

- "Stop making him sound like a perv"- (Y/N) chuckled and stood next to her husband -"He just can't help it. He held himself back for years."

(Y/N) loved teasing her husband, and she was unquestionably enjoying that moment.

- "Oh! I saw him last week! it was disturbing"- Prentiss frowned and looked at her friend. "You have to control those hands!"

- "Please, stop"- Spencer closed his eyes and whispered.

- "You just grabbed her ass in front of everybody here! And the other day I saw you! You were touching her shamelessly while you kissed her outside your car."- Emily argued, laughing.

- "We were in the parking lot!"- Reid argued, and (Y/N) bit her lips, trying not to laugh- "And why were you even watching us?"

- "I wasn't! I minded my own business, walking to my car, and you two were pulling off quite a spectacle out there"- Prentiss chuckled- "I didn't know you had it in you, Spence."

- "Yeah. I miss the shy kid"- Rossi added- "What happened to him?"

- "I broke him"- (Y/N) answered and smiled mischievously- "And that's all I can say about that subject."

Both Rossi and Prentiss frowned, pretending to be disgusted. (Y/N) just giggled and turned to Spencer, looking as innocent as possible.

- "Ok, enough of your deviant's attitudes, Spencer. Back to work."- Prentiss said and headed back to her office. Rossi looked at Spencer and smiled.

- "I'm kidding, kid, just keep your hands to yourself when I can see you"- Reid groaned and closed his eyes one more time as (Y/N) laughed.

- "Why do you think this is so funny?"- he asked his wife when no one was around.

- "I don't know. I guess I love teasing you"- (Y/N) simply answered and stuck out her tongue to him. She was about to walk back to her desk when she felt Spencer's hand grabbing her wrist tight, stopping her.

- "You are going to pay for this"- he muttered and looked right into her eyes, making her shiver in anticipation.

- "Just wait and see what happens when we are home."

- "What's gonna happen?"- she whispered and bit her lips, almost childishly.

- "You'll see what happens when you tease daddy at work,"- Spencer added and raised an eyebrow.

- "Daddy?!"- Luke wide opened his eyes, passing by the couple- "Are you fucking serious?!"

- "Oh shit!"- Spencer covered his face with both hands, and (Y/N) just burst out laughing.

- "I wanna pretend that never happened."- Luke said, staring at the couple.

- "Please, it never did. This never happened."- Spencer whispered, and Alvez nodded.

- "Got it, daddy."

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Fondness - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Heeey, could you please do a Bucky imagine where the reader and Bucky meet randomly a few times at the park or something like that and they get along very well (they both like to keep to themseleves and stuff) and then the reader gets hired to work for Tony and everybody is surprised that the reader and Bucky are friends?”

Word Count: 741

Author: Hannah

You’d never been the kind of person to talk to someone you had never met before, like everyone else as a child you were told to not talk to strangers and for you that had essentially carried in to your adult life.

But when you saw Bucky sat on a bench by himself a gut feeling told you you needed to go and talk to him.

He seemed surprised at first, that anyone would even want to speak to him but once you’d somewhat rambled on for a few minutes you got a response out of him.

That was a fair few months ago now. To begin with the two of you would only meet on that bench in the park, perhaps once or twice a week, but then it got to getting coffee beforehand and then walking to what you had dubbed to be your bench. And then it graduated to seeing each other pretty much every day in one way or another, which was surprising to you as you always had a habit of keeping to yourself.

Earlier that morning you had had a text from Bucky to tell you that he couldn’t meet with you that morning, something having come up at his work, which was convenient for you as you’d also had a call from work to tell you you needed to meet Mr Stark at his compound, rather than the tower.

The compound was daunting to say the least, but you put on your big girl pants and went regardless.

Pepper had come to meet you out front, as she knew you didn’t know your way around, so it was good to see a familiar face.

“Hey Pep,” you greeted her.

She smiled at you, pulling you into a hug. “Sorry for the late notice on this, Tony decided he just needed you to brief the team on your end of the project today,” she informed you as she quickly guided you through the maze of the compound. “By the sounds of his ramblings today, he wants you to start with him and Bruce as soon as.”

You nodded along with her and eventually the two of you reached a large conference room, with a face in there that you were not expecting to see.

“Y/N?!” Bucky questioned, utterly confused but getting up to greet you anyway.

You accepted his hug, as you always did because who could turn down a hug from a guy like him, and then looked up at him with a smile. “Well, you are someone I was not expecting to see at work today.”

He chuckled. “Our work lives are one thing we’ve never discussed huh?”

You laughed, nodding in agreement but then turning to the sea of confused faces.

“Yo Terminator, you know her?” Tony called out as he wandered around the room.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the nickname but nodded, looking down to you with a smile.

“I thought cyborgs couldn’t make friends,” Tony commented with a smirk on his face.

It was your turn to roll your eyes as Bucky went back to his seat and you gave Tony a pointed look. “You’re not funny Tony.”

He shrugged. ”And here I thought we told each other everything Y/N.”

Laughing, you crossed your arms. “Yeah like about today? And suddenly deciding to start this bloody project of ours?!”

“Well technically, I did tell you, just very short notice,” he tried to defend yourself.

You shook your head, but then smiled as Bucky got up to pull a seat out for you.

“Why did no one say that Robocop here was such a gentleman?” Tony quipped.

Bucky rolled his eyes once again as he went to retake his seat.

“Just because you display zero signs of chivalry Stark does not mean that it is dead in all men,” Bucky commented dryly, crossing his arms.

It seemed as if everyone else in the room had forgotten they had work as they all turned to watch the sarcasm contest between the two idiots.

You cleared your throat to make everyone look at you, most with curiosity but Bucky with something you hadn’t seen out of him before – fondness? Affection?

“If you two are done with your little pissing contest, no matter how adorably cute one of you may be,” you stated and you saw the smile on Bucky’s face from your words. “Let’s get on with the task at hand, yes?”

[husbandograveyard]

Hello, how you doing? May you write romantic hc's for Killer and Kid about a girl from the crew that confesses to them (not poly)... I love 'em so much, I really think they have a soft side (as all the Kid pirates in my opinion)

Hi anon! I am actually SUPER hyped to write for these two, turns out, I really like writing them? I did not know them very well but you guys here on Tumblr have made me get such a soft spot for them! Soft may not be the right word, but I do wholeheartedly believe that with the right person these two could drop some of the cold-bloodedness and get some of that good good old soff love in there. Just not too much. (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b Hope you enjoy love! 

2nd person. Female reader. Warnings: slight cussing, very slight suggestive themes, if you squint. (as to be expected with the Kid pirates)

S/O confessing - Kid, Killer 

Kid

You had been crushing on your captain for a while now. At this point, it was becoming painfully obvious and you had actually started to avoid running into him when it wasn’t necessary, just to keep your heart from racing and your brain from coming up with all kinds of scenarios whenever he passed by.

It took you so much courage to confess to Kid. He’s not known for his kindness and gentle rejections, so you were fearing the worst, but you had decided that if you kept it to yourself any longer you were going to explode.

You had just walked into his workshop. You knew very well he didn’t like to be disturbed when he was in there, but decided to risk it anyway. Him yelling at you was still better than risking the entire crew overhearing your confession.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing in here?”

Your face was nearly matching his hair color as you took a deep breath, stumbling over the words you had rehearsed over and over in your head. You looked him straight in the eyes as you confessed your feelings, trying to put as much confidence as possible in your words.

He stared at you for a couple of seconds, processing what just happened and processing what you just said, before breaking out in a grin.

“I’d rather have had you sneak into my cabin at night than my workshop but I’ll take it. If you wanted a piece of me, you could’ve said so earlier doll.”

Your face burned up even more, glad he didn’t yell at you, but at the same time not sure what his answers actually meant. He took one step forward, and you instinctively took a step back.

“I’m sorry Captain, I’ll ehm… I shall take my leave now then.” You turned on your heels, heart thumping loudly in your ears and reached for the door, that was slammed shut the moment you were close. A big hand grabbed your wrist and before you knew it you were pulled back, face first into your captain’s toned chest as you lost your footing because of the rough tug.

“You don’t fucking think you can just barge in like that, say those things to me and leave, right?”

“Ah.. well… I… I don’t…,” you stammered, hands pushing on his chest in order to break free, all confidence from earlier lost. Your face must’ve resembled a tomato right now and you would really put effort into escaping his grip if you weren’t so utterly distracted by the pectorals you were facing.

“ehm...Kid...can..I... I mean…- ” You were interrupted by a rough kiss.

Not the worst possible outcome.

Killer

You had no idea how Killer felt about you. You had become better at reading his body language over time, but not being able to see his expressions made it hard for you to know for sure what was going on in his head. 

Which made it so hard for you to decide to confess your feelings for him. What if you had misinterpreted all the small gestures? What if you were completely wrong in thinking that he may not reject you? 

Killer was usually calmer and more subtle than your captain, so you were not really scared of his rejection per se. You were more scared of hurting your own feelings. 

That being said, you were about to go crazy every time you stood close to him and your skin burned up every time he accidentally touched you or brushed past you. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you just had to go confess. 

It was not that hard to get Killer alone. He was preparing dinner for the crew, and most of the Kid pirates stayed far away from the kitchen unless they could eat. Most of them would never cook or do dishes. So you helped out regularly, it was an ideal moment to talk to Killer, and you did so often. 

But this conversation was going to be different, and Killer, despite his mask, was a very observant person. He had to be, in able to predict the captain’s mood swings, but now it was very much against you as he confronted you about your silence. 

“Everything ok y/n? Usually, you’re not this quiet while cooking and I doubt those veggies require such precise cutting that you’re ‘just concentrating’”. 

You cursed silently under your breath, you were still preparing the conversation in your head, but the moment he spoke up, all your thoughts shattered and you couldn’t really think clearly anymore. 

“Well I just was thinking that I maybe liked you and like more than someone would usually like a fellow crew member but I didn’t know how you would react so I wanted to prepare this conversation in my head but now you cornered me and I just need to get this out because I really really get nervous when you come stand close to me and I am really attracted to you and like not even physically only I just really think I have fallen for you and if you think that is stupid you can just say so I mean…” 

You were rambling, all the words came out in one solid stream and you needed to pause yourself to take a breath. 

The second you were taking your breath and planned to continue your rambling you were surprised to hear a chuckle coming from under his mask. It was quiet, but it was definitely there. 

He was just laughing at you. Fucking great. You had better shut up. 

He moved over even closer to you, your eyes widening. Did he not listen to what you said? Your heart was gonna bounce right out of your chest like this. 

He gently placed his hand over yours, making you drop the knife you had been using to cut the vegetables, only now noticing you were clutching it so hard it turned your knuckles white. 

The next thing you knew, you were pulled into his strong arms, you could melt. 

“So you don’t think it’s funny?” 

“A little, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you back” 

[merakiaes]

Happy The Babysitter - Happy Hogan

Pairing: Happy Hogan x yours and Steve’s triplet girls (platonic, obviously)

Requested: Yes.

Warnings/notes: Just a short Happy Hogan fluff piece for anon, pure and platonic. Hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like it!

Wordcount: 1040

Summary: Happy is assigned to babysit yours and Steve’s triplet baby girls when you go on date night. 

”You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Steve asked for the tenth time that minute, a very doubtful look on his face as he stared at the man in front of him.

You rolled your eyes, shrugging on your coat. “Come on, Steve. You’ve asked him that same question for ten minutes straight. Look at him, there’s probably nothing he wants more than for us to leave, right now.”

Steve’s face flushed at the realization that you were probably right. He cleared his throat awkwardly, nodding his head and stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. “Right.” He mumbled. “My apologies, it’s just, they can be a handful sometimes.”

“I got this.” Happy reassured, holding his hands out to stop his rambling. “Trust me, I follow the Parker kid around all day, every day. I’m sure three babies that can’t even walk yet will be no match in comparison to him.”

“See?” You put a reassuring hand on your husband’s arm, smiling at Happy. “Happy’s got this. We’re going to miss our reservation if we don’t go now. So can we please go?”

Steve sighed, looking between you and Happy a few more times, before finally hooking his arm with yours and turning around to open the front door. As he led you out into the hallway, you turned your head around to offer Happy a grateful smile. “Thank you for doing this Happy, and I’m sorry we’re taking your only off-day in a month from you.”

“It’s fine.” He waved you off. “They’ll probably be asleep the whole evening, anyways.”

Steve grumbled. “For your sake, I sure hope so.”

And then you were off to dinner, leaving Happy to sink into your couch in front of the TV, putting on some old action movie to make time go by. But it didn’t last long. One of the babies awoke to a start, setting off a chain reaction and waking the other two up.

He ignored it to a start, as Steve had instructed him to, in hopes that she would fall asleep again. But as the other two of the two joined in on the screaming and crying, he begrudgingly dragged himself out of the couch and into the nursery.

And he hadn’t had a quiet minute since. You would be gone for at least three hours. Three hours, he would have to try to keep your triplets entertained to avoid the chorus of crying that was sure to come otherwise.

Luckily, after spending almost every day with Peter and Morgan, he knew that the way to any kid’s heart was through food. So, he put the three of them in their playpen in the living room, switched from his action movie to cartoons and turned on some of the lamps in the windows.

That was enough to keep them entertained long enough for him to go into the kitchen and get some chocolate and soft bread, practically all they could eat with out teeth besides formula: and he didn’t know how to make formula, stupidly enough.

An hour and a half passed of watching Chicken Little and feeding them small pieces of chocolate while pressing buttons with different animal sounds in a children’s book. Happy’s fingers were sticky with dried chocolate and baby-drool and his back hurt from sitting on the hard floor for such a long time.

But somehow, he found himself thinking it was worth it.

He broke off another piece of the bread slice and held it out to one of your three triplet daughters, watching with a smile as her small, chubby hand reached out and grabbed it, stuffing it into her mouth.

She squealed in excitement, bouncing in her seat, making Happy let out a laugh. “You like that, huh? You like bread. Yeah, you’re like a little duckling. Only you’re a pretty one.” He booped her nose, grin only widening as she clapped her hands.

Another of the triplets crawled over, reaching her hand out for the slice of bread in his hand. This small action on its own caused her to lose her balance and fall face down into the playpen-mat. As she got back on her feet, her chocolate-stained face started screwing up in sadness and Happy instantly pushed himself off the floor.

“Oh, no, no, no.” He pleaded to himself, his ears already tired of the amount of crying that had been going on before he got them the food. “Please don’t cry.” He begged, standing on his feet and reaching down into the pen and picking her up carefully.

He propped the small human on his hip, bouncing her slightly. “None of that, now. Don’t cry.” He repeated, before proceeding to stick his tongue out her. Much to his satisfaction, this small action caused the baby to quiet down. “Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” He chuckled, before sticking out his tongue again, this time widening his eyes, as well, for extra effect.

The girl giggled at that, which in turn caused Happy to break into a wide smile. This was the first time in years that he had even considered wanting children. It wasn’t something you thought about a lot when the only thing you spent your days doing was to babysit a literal teenage-baby.

But now it didn’t seem so bad; he only had to find the right partner, and maybe then it would be a good thing for him. He smiled softly as the girl reached out and pulled at the chain around his neck, continuing to bounce her on his hip to keep her satisfied.

He was just about to open his mouth and coo at her some more, when suddenly the girl in his arms opened her mouth and burped. And as if that wasn’t enough, a white mixture of bread, chocolate and the formula she had probably been fed before you and Steve left for dinner, spilled onto his black t-shirt.

With a sigh, he stopped moving her about in his arms and quickly, in that moment, made up his mind that children were not something he saw in his future, figuring that Peter, Morgan and yours and Steve’s triplets were more than enough to keep him occupied and aggravated for a lifetime.

[dylan-o-yumm]

Yey it's open again! But yeah angsty anon here and want to thank first for writing this one ask where I wasn't sure would you write it or not.... But yeah you did so thanks for that! Anyways first asks I've got was through reading this wedding ask.... So yeah how did nero propose to his s\o? I hope it's the right word...? English is just not my first language... Oof I just hope you know what I mean

(No problem, sweet angsty anon! I’m sorry if the ending to this is pretty shit, I’m not to happy with it tbh)

Nero knew for a while that he wanted to marry you. He didn’t bother buying a ring, because he wanted to give you one of his own that you always admire. He thought it would be more special for you, like he was giving a part of himself to you. It was also easier than picking out something that you might not like, and it was better than having to be away from you, on jobs more so he can scrounge up enough money for a ring. All in all, it wasn’t the ring that made him nervous, it was your reaction and your answer to the big question. 

There were many nights where he finally had the courage to ask you, taking you out on a nice date and being overly sweet to you. However, something always had to interfere or ruin the night. Even if it didn’t bother you that much and was just a small inconvenience, he would postpone asking you because he wanted you to have the best night ever and proposing to you had to be the cherry on top. If you didn’t quite enjoy your meal, or if it was too windy or raining. Anything that wouldn’t matter too much in your books, was what stopped him from bringing the ring out and saying the four little words he’s been waiting to say. 

There was one night where everything seemed to go smoothly, and Nero figured it would be the right time to finally ask. You were both walking through a cute little park to get back to your place and the night was beautiful. He sneakily got the ring out of his pocket and hid it in his palm, holding your hand in his other and turning to look at you both shyly and lovingly… The words were on the tip of his tongue… His heart was pounding… Too bad a little dog had to run up to the two of you and lift its leg right on Nero’s shoe. 

You couldn’t stop laughing, but Nero was frustrated. He stuffed the ring back in his pocket and chalked it up to the fact that maybe it just wasn’t the right time… He would keep the ring on him at all times and when he knew, he knew. But for now, he was going to leave it alone for a while. 

He left it alone for about a month, the ring always in his coat pocket for safe keepings. 

The day he asked you was probably one of the worst dates the two of you had ever been on. The food was horrible, the waiter was rude, it was raining. Everything that Nero found to ruin your previous dates had happened in one night… apart from the dog peeing on him… However, you didn’t care about any of it. You were still smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong. Nero watched you as you told him a funny story about something you had already told him many times, but he loved hearing the way you struggled to contain your laughter as you spoke. 

He knew he wanted to do it then. There was no stopping him now. 

The two of you left the restaurant, stuck walking in the rain since you didn’t have a car to get your back to your place. You were soaked and cold, but Nero wrapped an arm around you to lend you some of his warmth, his hair was sticking to his forehead with droplets of water falling off the tips and cascading down his face. He pushed his hand into his coat pocket, not being able to listen to what you were talking about as his nerves took over and suddenly all he could focus on was the ring he held in his palm. 

“Y/n.” He cut you off from your ramblings, taking his hand out of his pocket and slipping his arm off you to instead hold your hand. You looked up at him quizzically when he stopped walking, gently yanking you to stand with him. He had some trouble meeting your eyes, his throat suddenly seeming very dry and his heart hammering like mad in his chest. You could tell something was up, instantly. 

“What’s up?” You asked in a soft tone, stepping closer to him. He then looked up, meeting your warm eyes and soft expression. He wanted this. The ring burned in his hand, always taking up half his thoughts. You smiled ever so softly at him, instantly soothing his worries. He knew you loved him and there was no reason for you to say no, right? The overwhelming warmth spread through his chest the longer he looked at you, a sudden image flashing in his mind of you and him, a lot older than you are now, with a child in your arms, living a happy life together. 

That image gave him the confidence he needed. 

He opened your hand, placing the ring in your palm and quickly closing your fingers over it before you could see it. It was a way to make sure he didn’t chicken out as he spoke to you, needing you to hold it so he couldn’t back down, no matter what. He was sure you could feel exactly what it was, but that didn’t matter right now. He continued to hold your closed fist, staring at it as he spoke few words that made your heart melt. 

“You’re many things to me. My girlfriend, the love of my life, my favourite person—“ You chuckled at that, already knowing where this was going but you didn’t dare interrupt him. Your eyes started to water as he continued. “— But most of all, you’re my best friend. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you… So, will you give me the pleasure of being able to also call you my wife?” He finished, releasing his grip on your hand so you could open your fingers and look at the ring. 

A tear slipped down your cheek as you saw your favourite ring that Nero used to wear. It would be too big for you but maybe you could put it on a chain and wear it as a necklace instead. You closed your hand again, squeezing the silver ring in your hand as you looked up to see him awkwardly shifting on the spot. He was always so cocky and proud and now he’s a nervous wreak. You smiled brightly, grabbing his hand in your free one and squeezing.

“I’m pretty sure fiancé comes first, but yes. Yes, of course. I will marry you” You laughed as you spoke, watching his face light up quickly, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He seemed at a loss for words, stuttering and stumbling his speech, so he simply resorted to pulling you too him and wrapping his arms around you, tightly holding on and pressing kisses to your cheek repeatedly.    

The two of you kissed and hugged in the rain for what felt like hours, sure to get a cold but neither of you cared in that moment. It was sweet and you most certainly looked forward to marrying the young devil hunter who you considered to be your soul mate. 

[awakeshedreams]

Jokes on You, I Like You too.

Prompt: "do you ever think, when you're alone? all that we could be, where this thing could go?"

Summary: A little hickey prank you thought would be funny quickly backfires and leads to confessions.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Very light smut. Quick and Short Friends to Lover! AU.

Wordcount: 2.8K (?)

Request:

Warning: like one bad word.

A/N: hehe I went with the hickey prank thing ! With a lil bit of my own twist ? Anyways I hope you like it and whatnot~ have a nice day and stay lit ! Sorry for the late upload oh my I hope you're still up for this anon :")

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“What is that?” Jungkook finally asks after what seemed to be years of the both of you sitting next to each other on the couch in silence save for the noise coming from the game he had been too focused on for the whole day on the large TV screen and you mentally pump your fist in the air and cheer, while sighing in relief. Finally, it’s about time.

“What?” you ask innocently as you look up at him with doe eyes and Jungkook tilts his head, tongue poking at the flesh of his inner cheek and although he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen you know it’s affecting him because he’s reacting.

A sly grin finds it’s way on your lips as you snort. This is fun. But then Jungkook speaks, the grin of success getting wiped off you face.

“I'm leaving.” He says as he gets up with a shrug, taking the remote on the coffee table and switching the television off after he sets the controller underneath and you immediately panic.

You instinctively grab Jungkook's hand to stop him from leaving and he looks down at your hold on him with blank eyes but there's a flash of something else you can't quite decipher.

“W-wait,” you laugh nervously as you gulp. This is not how it’s supposed to turn out.

“Why?” He asks nonchalantly and you sigh as you shut your eyes. He's going to make you say it, that’s just how it always is. Its never easy with him.

“Stay with me,” you croak as you stare at the ground, voice barely audible and because Jungkook is a dick he pretends to not have heard you although the hint of a smug grin on his lips says otherwise.

“What was that?”

You groan mentally as you look up to glare at him and huff.

“I said stay with me.” You growl louder this time, praying that he doesn't notice how heated your cheeks have gotten but he probably does.

“Hmmm, why don’t you ask who ever gave you that nasty hickey to stay with you?” he ponders aloud with squinted eyes and you smack his unbelievably firm thigh before getting up and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fine. You can leave. Or stay, do whatever since you want to be away from me so bad. Don’t worry, I'll go to him.” You spit as you glare at Jungkook who now stares at you wide eyed.

You wait for him to say something but he stands there looking at you stunned. You scoff before turning around and grabbing your jacket on the couch, ready to head out but Jungkook has finally gained his consciousness and has grasped the situation and he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back into him so that your chests bump and his dark eyes are burning holes into your flickering ones.

“W-what are you doing?” you stutter flustered but you quickly gain your composure as you clear your throat.

“Can I ask you something? Please,” he breathes out, almost pleading desperately and you find being so close to him and taking in his fresh scent while his breathe fans your warm face intoxicating. You might as well be drunk.

You nod, finding that you are too weak to speak.

“Are you... Are you really seeing someone now?” He asks as he looks into your eyes, searching for an answer because you don't respond.

For awhile you are taken back, eyes slightly expanding but you manage to keep your cool and not look away from his eyes. Why does he care and want to know?

“Why?” You ask, hoping you don’t seem too desperate but you know that your body must fail you in some way as always because your voice cracks as your eyes begin to get glossy.

Jungkook stays silent, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and your eyes immediately fall on his lips, the sight making you gulp.

Jungkook notices and raises an eyebrow, making your face go red and you clear your throat, looking away.

“Because I want to kiss you.” He finally says, a hint of a smirk on his lips when you snap your head towards him with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“W-what?” you croak out, almost choking on thin air. He's got to be kidding.

He takes a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you as your the tip of your toes touch and you look up at him through your lashes, clenched fists shaking and breathe hitching as his hand rests on your hip lightly.

“But, I can't do that if you're already seeing someone right?” He asks as he quirks an eyebrow and you suddenly regret ever lying to him.

“The one who gave you this,” he says as he places a hand to cradle your neck, thumb lightly grazing over the deep seemingly bruised skin. The skin he touches feels tingly and you feel the hairs on your body stand at the electric like sensation of his touch on you.

“So tell me. Do you want me to kiss you too, can I do that ? Or are you seeing someone ?” He asks again, with a quirked dark brow and a light smirk.

This was easy. This is what you wanted right ? Well kind of but it’s better than nothing right. A kiss from your crush is a big deal right? He could fall in love with you from then on. But then you're a difficult and curious person so you wouldn't give up so easily, not even when all you want to do is wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.

“Why do you care?” you ask, face serious and unmoving as you peer into his dark eyes and finally Jungkook looks away after staring into your demanding gaze for a while, eyes falling to look at the ground as he chuckles before he looks back at you with serious eyes and you flinch slightly but still look into his eyes.

“You really want to know?” He asks carefully and you nod, a little too enthusiastically. Jungkook sighs before speaking.

“Maybe it’s because I like you.” He shrugs and you stare at him blankly for a while, but as the words play again and again in your head your jaw slowly drops as your eyes get wider and wider by the second.

“Y/N?” Jungkook calls out in concern at your black out as he places a hand on your shoulder and that’s what it takes to bring you back into reality.

“You idiot! What the hell !” you shriek as you smack his chest and Jungkook chuckles at you.

“It’s not funny!” you retort.

“Why are you being over dramatic?” He laughs and you scoff, tongue in cheek.

“ Jungkook, If I had known that you liked me too-" you begin but you quickly realise what you’ve said, your own hands flying to clamp your loose lips as Jungkook stared at you with squinted eyes.

“What did you say?” He asks and you shake your head a little too hard.

“Y/N, you like me too?” He asks amused and you mentally face palm yourself as you wish the ground could part and swallow you whole.

“Yeah, I like you. Have for a very long time.” You sigh as you confess and Jungkook's eyes go wide as his cheek feel prickly and tiny pink dots slowly colour his cheeks.

“You do? then why are you with someone else when I'm right here and you like me too ?” He asks with furrowed brows and you sigh again as you feel frustrated and embarrassed. Was he actually that clueless?

“Well first I didn't know you liked me too and also... I’m not seeing anyone.” You admit as you fiddle with your fingers and pray he can’t see the embarrassed look on your face.

“You’re not?” He asks in genuine surprise and you roll your eyes. He’s so annoying.

“No, I did it to make you jealous. But then you started acting like a dick not saying a word to me all day and wanted to leave because you didn’t care I guess so I just... I don’t know.” You say as you sigh.

Jungkook stays silent and you mentally beat yourself up, good job Y/N, you've just messed things up.

“Look, if you don't like me anymore then it's fin-“ you begin but you are cut off by a finger hooking itself under your chin and gently pulling you up to look into twinkling starry eyes and a bunny smile.

“Can I kiss you? To shut you up because you're rambling a little too much,” he jokes and you pout, smacking chest with a small laugh.

“Okay,” you smile shyly and Jungkook chuckles, thumb rubbing circles on the sweet spot on your neck that makes your eyes flutter.

He leans down, first placing a light peck that leaves your lips tingly like it was brushed by a feather before pulls away and he opens his eyes and observes your dreamy expression. When he see’s that you’re enjoying it he places a deeper one, capturing your lips in his.

You moan into the kiss when a firm hand wraps on your waist and pulls you flush against his taut and solid torso as his tongue brushes your bottom lip and you let him in, your hand wrapping around his neck.

You begin walking forward, making Jungkook fall back onto the couch and you immediately straddle him.

“Woah, you’re eager,” Jungkook muses and you roll your eyes with a smirk, reconnecting your lips while your hands roam through the expanse of his scalp, tugging on it lightly to elicit a deep throaty growl from him making you grin against his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” you confess in between the kiss, hands slipping underneath his shirt and tracing the ridges of his abs.

Jungkook's hands slip through your locks, pulling you back lightly as he marvels at your dishevelled figure and swollen lips in awe breathlessly.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he blurts out and you suddenly feel shy.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction as he pulls your closer, your lips brushing slightly as his tongue juts out to lick his bottom lip, slightly brushing yours, making you squirm as you attempt to press your thighs together.

He chuckles lowly before placing a light kiss on the corner of your lips, trailing down your jaw and down your jaw and neck where he begins suckling.

“J-jungkook,” you moan as you press your self onto him, gasping at the feeling of his prominent bulge against your clothed aching core.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he presses his fingers into your hips and holds you down making your motion halt and you whine.

He chuckles at your reaction against your neck before he sucks on soft spot and you inhale sharply as his teeth grazes the bruised skin and pulls away to blow onto it, the coolness making you shudder.

“You know,” he begins as he pulls way and looks up at you with half closed eyes and a light grin.

“Yeah?” you ask as you smile.

“I kind of thought that the hickey was fake because it looked pretty suspect. And it is. You did pretty good but it was lame up close. Rubbed right off.” He says as he stares at the smudged spot next to the fresh, real, hickey he had just made and you stare at him with an annoyed look and tinted cheeks.

“You’re really annoying.” You roll your eyes as you get off of Jungkook, who chuckles at your reaction before he get’s up and follows you.

“I'm going home.” You say as you put on your jacket and Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop to his feet.

“Y/N, is it something I said? If so I'm sorry-" he begins but you stop in your track, sighing before you abruptly turn and luckily Jungkook is right behind you. You get on your tip toes, pressing a kiss onto his lips while he starred down at you wide eyed before he melts into the kiss and cups your cheek.

“It’s late silly, plus Hoseok is waiting down stairs for me.” You laugh as you begin walking to the door, leaving behind a red cheeked Jungkook in the middle of the living room who shakes his thoughts off and catches up to you.

“You know, I could send you home from now on. Since we're now you know...” he trails off, seeing him shy as he scratches the back of head and pouts with tinted full cheeks slightly like this making you smile fondly at him.

“Okay. Let’s start tomorrow.” You smile as you place a hand over his chest and he immediately cheers up.

“Really?” He beams and you nod.

“So, tomorrow is out first day huh?” He asks as he shifts his weight between his left and right foot and he bites his lip to hold back a grin.

“Yes.” You confirm and Jungkook looks up at you with a shy grin as he nods.

“Um, if you’re free tomorrow. Let's go out. On a date. Is that okay?” He asks hopefully as he nervously gnaws on his bottom lips and you decide to make him more nervous by humming and tapping your feet as you act like you're in deep thought when you already have an answer.

“Sure.” You laugh after a while and Jungkook sighs in relief as he places a hand over his chest and laughs lowly.

Suddenly you hear a horn, Hoseok's car honking and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“God can't he be patient.” He says under his breathe but you hear, making you chuckle.

“That’s your hyung you know.” You say as you poke his chest and Jungkook shrugs with a laugh, grabbing your finger and intertwining your hands in between your faces.

“So tomorrow ?” He asks again he brushes the side of your hand with his thumb.

“Tomorrow.” You confirm and Jungkook nods.

He takes a step closer, pulling you into a hug where he wraps his hand around your neck and you wrap your around his slim waist.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he says into your ear.

“Goodnight.” You smile into his chest before pulling away.

He reaches for the doorknob behind you and opens the door, your faces coming close again as you look up at him through you lashes and hold your breathe while he looks down at you with sparkling warm eyes and then he pulls away, and you step out, too shy to look back at him and show him just how wide you were grinning.

“See you tomorrow Y/N!” he calls excitedly with waving hands as you begin to walk away.

You raise a hand and wave, afraid the only sound you would make is a shriek if you spoke.

Jungkook laughs, making sure you were completely out of sight before shutting the door with a grin and exhaling deeply, uncontainable joy overflowing in his veins.

“Wow,” he says amazed as it finally sinks in that you actually liked him too.

He hears a car start and runs to the window, his breathe hitches as he grins when he finds you already looking up at his window.

You chuckle as you wave at him again.

Jungkook waves again as well, and he keeps waving as the car begins taking off, he doesn’t stop waving until the car takes a corner ahead and the car is out of sight.

After that he stays there, looking out to the cloudless sky and thanking his lucky star with an unconscious smile, whichever one of the little twinkling lights it may be, for what had happened to day.

That night, he makes a promise to the star that had granted one of his longest wish.

And from that day on as the clock above his head strikes 12, you two had become an item, lovers.

All thanks to a silly prank.

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How was it ? I hope you liked it! Have a nice day 💜

[gingywritesimagines]

Twin Trouble

Title: Twin Trouble

Fandom: Newsies

Pairing: Mike x fem!reader

Request: “Is there anyway you could write a Mike or Ike x Fem!Reader? Maybe something a bit fluffy? There’s really not much with the twins out there but they’re such cuties. Sorry for the lack of context to the request, I’m drawing a blank on plot ideas at the moment.” - W anon

Description: You and Mike have been dating for a while and the newsies see this as an opportunity to prank you with his twin brother. Unfortunately for them, you’re the one person who can tell the two boys apart.

Warnings: pranks (?), language, overuse of commas as per usual

A/N: this is based off of my prior experience with dating someone who has a twin, except it’s a bit more cheerful… and it actually has a happy ending. Also, I agree completely, the lack of Mike and Ike content is gross. Enjoy!

It had been just a few months since you and your favourite newsie had started going out. Mike had sold you papers every morning since before you could remember. You two became friends very quickly, and one day Mike realized that his feelings for you were much stronger than friendship. It took him a whole year to work up the courage to ask you out to dinner (with encouragement from his brother, Ike, the only other newsie who knew about you two). The way his face lit up when you said yes, after all that time of pining, proved just how relieved and how happy he was. Now, most people would assume that that glow had only lasted until the end of the date, but all these months later and Mike’s smile was still as bright as the sun. You were finally his girl and he couldn’t be happier, especially since you got along so well with Ike when he’d first introduced you two. However, the more evident this joy was, the more Mike’s fellow newsies got suspicious. He still hadn’t told anyone other than Ike about you, and the other boys were all very perplexed as to why their friend was so much more cheerful than usual. They knew the only way they were going to get answers was to ask his brother, so a few of them launched a plan.

Racetrack woke up early that morning, sneaking over to Mike’s bunk and tying all of his clothes together before moving to get himself ready. As the boys woke one by one, Mike noticed the state his clothes were in and grumbled- it was going to take him forever to untie them and get to the circulation gate. Ike offered to help his brother, but after a quick you’s can’t both afford to lose a day’s pay speech from Jack, he joined the other newsies in filing out of the lodging house and into the streets of Manhattan. As they reached the gates of The World, Race started to snicker.

“What’s so funny, Racer?”

“I tied Mike’s clothes together.” the blonde giggled.

Ike’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t quite sure why he was surprised- this was Racetrack Higgins after all, “Wait, what?”

“I tied his clothes together.” Race repeated, “I’s needed to talk to ya alone so I messed with his stuff to give us alone time to talk.”

Romeo piped up, arching an eyebrow, “Ya couldn’t just ask ‘im to talk?”

Albert stepped forward, shaking his head, “That was the plan, but Race had other ideas.”

“The plan?” Ike asked.

Elmer nodded from his spot ahead of them, “Ya brother’s been actin’ funny, Ike. We wanna know why.”

Ike realized what they were talking about almost immediately, and he hoped that wasn’t evident on his face as he tried to lie his way out of the situation, “Funny? Mike ain’t actin’ funny. What’re ya talkin’ about?”

“Wait, Mike’s been acting funny? I didn’t notice anything.” 

The boys all turned to see Davey standing behind them, a confused look on his face and his little brother Les at his heels.

Most of the boys muttered their hellos to the Jacobs brothers, but Race just rolled his eyes, “You’s tellin’ me you ain’t noticed Mike smilin’ all dopey while lookin’ at nothin’?”

“Or his face lightin’ up like the fourth a’ July no matter what’s happenin’?” Albert added. 

“Or him mutterin’ to himself all the time? Or him disappearin’ once sellin’s over for hours and comin’ back lookin’ like he just won the lottery?” Elmer pressed.

“Wait.” Davey put his hands up and thought for a moment, “Mike’s been doing all that?”

“Yes, he has.” Jack confirmed, ushering the boys through the gate since the Delanceys had just unlocked it, “Has been for tha past few months.”

“Months?” Davey gulped, “Gee, I- I never noticed.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t spend as much time with ‘im as we do.” Jack shrugged. nudging Ike, “So you gonna tell us why or not?”

Ike gulped as he contemplated his options; on one hand, he knew Mike had a reason for not telling the boys about you, and he had trusted Ike with the secret of your relationship- he couldn’t betray his brother’s trust. On the other hand, though, Mike never really said that it was a secret, and he never made Ike promise not to tell anyone. Before Ike could make a decision, however, Davey spoke up again. 

“Well, I’m not certain, but it sound to me like Mike is acting this way because of a girl.”

Ike froze as the other newsies whirled around at Davey’s statement.

“What did you just say?”

“I think Mike might be in love.”

The boys turned from Davey to Ike, waiting to see what he had to say. Ike simply sighed, “If he finds out I told you’s about his girlfriend, he’s gonna kill me.”

There was a pause in the conversation before a single voice cried out, “His WHAT?!”

Ike spent his day selling with Race, telling him everything and selling as much as he could while Race ran off to tell the other boys. Being the last one at the circulation gate, Mike didn’t get to leave with his brother and ended up selling with Crutchie- who was kind enough to sit on a wagon and wait for him to arrive. It took all of five minutes for Mike to convince Crutchie to sell at his usual selling spot; he wasn’t about to miss out on seeing you just because Race thought he was funny (and yes, he knew it was Race. Who else would tie all his clothes together?). This new position allowed Crutchie to get some extra information on you that Race and the other boys couldn’t- such as how Mike’s face molded into pure bliss as you approached, and exactly what you looked like as you skipped towards him.

“Mikey!” You greeted, beaming as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Hiya, gorgeous!” Mike beamed back, his arms wrapped happily around your waist.

“I missed you!“ you giggled, handing him a small basket, “My mother made you these, in case you get hungry during selling.”

“Snickerdoodles!”

“Just for you! So, how’s the headline today?”

Mike chuckled, shaking his head, “I already told you, baby, headlines don’t sell papes-”

Before he could finish, a loud voice pierced through the air, “IKE!!”

Both Crutchie and Mike turned around in confusion to see Ike, Racetrack, and about 15 other newsies marching their way.

Ike stepped forward, gesturing accusingly at his brother, “Ike, what the hell is you doin’ with my girl?”

Mike stared, still very much confused, “What? I’m Mike, you’re Ike, and she’s my girl.”

“Ike, don’t be ridiculous, she’s my girl. Right, babe?”

You glanced between the two brothers, completely confused, “Ike, what are you doing? What are you talking about?”

Albert stepped around them, gesturing to Ike, “Your boyfriend here is worried that his brother is stealin’ you from him.”

“But that’s not my boyfriend.” You shook your head, pointing at Mike, “That’s my boyfriend. I can tell; his dimples are more subtle. Plus he’s got that cute button nose.”

You poked Mike’s nose, giggling as he smiled and blushed at your actions. The rest of the boys gawked at the scene, completely stunned.

“You’s can tell them apart?” Race muttered in shock.

You nodded, “Well, of course! It’s not that hard; Ike’s dimples are more profound, Mike has more of a button nose, Ike tends to wear more blues while Mike normally wears browns and reds, and their hairlines are totally different-“

As you rambled on, the newsies stared at you like you were speaking Chinese at high-speed. The boys had lived with Mike and Ike for years but they’ve never been able to tell the two apart, and here you were- a girl who’d been dating Mike for only a few months- getting telling them apart down to a science. It was so easy for you, and as you explained it, the boys wondered how they’d never noticed these things before. While the other boys stared in shock, Mike looked at you with more love and adoration than he knew was possible. He knew you could tell him and Ike apart, but he never knew you’d noticed all those little things about him. He watched as your face lit up with love at every new detail you mentioned and he could tell that you not only noticed the little things, but they were part of why you fell in love with him. His heart was so full from these discoveries that he almost burst. He couldn’t wait until your rambling was over, Mike just had to show you how much he appreciated this.

“Plus, they both have very different tastes; Ike prefers chocolate chip cookies, but my Mikey just loves snickerd-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mike grabbed your waist and gently pulled you closer, trying to squeeze every ounce of love and appreciation he had for you into a single kiss. You, of course, didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, cradling the back of his neck in one hand. The other newsies smiled, happy that Mike had found someone that he loved so deeply, and disappointed with themselves for trying to mess with that. All in all, it was a moment of pure peace and happiness... or it was until Racetrack piped up from his spot between Specs and JoJo, eliciting laughter from everyone present:

“Alright, alright, get a room!”

Taglist: @berry-kitten-paws @tina20213 @fandomsneverdie14 @mcoomcoo

[stateofloveandnegan]

The Shy One - Eddie Vedder

Can I have an Eddie one where you work at the studio they're recording in, and Eddie constantly teases you in front of people and your really shy. And then one day he kinda traps you in a room/bathroom and has his wicked way 😂

I honestly have no idea how things work in studio’s, so I apologise in advance if it’s completely different from what I wrote down..

I’m really sorry if the last part sucks. I had it all written down and then Tumblr decided to crash. I’m sorry.. I hope you still like it :)

Requested by: anon

Warning(s): mentions of smut

“You’re serious?” Ellie asks with wide eyes.

“I am, why?”

“Pearl Jam, really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Pearl fucking Jam?! You really serious?!”

“God damn Ellie, what are you on about?” I yell at her, frustrated by her behaviour.

Ellie seems to snap back to the real world bye my outburst and blinks a couple of times before speaking up again. “Sorry, I just can’t believe you’re actually gonna meet the guys. They’re so talented!”

“Yeah, they are. I’m probably not gonna really be around them that much, though. I just need to make sure everything planned well and stuff. I'm not needed in the actual recording room. I always sit by the small bar, making schedules and stuff.”

Ellie nods, “I know, but it’s still cool, isn’t it?”

“It is, they make great music.” I smile, finally understanding why she went loco earlier. Ellie’s a huge PJ fan and now I’m gonna meet them. It’s just really unfortunate that she can’t come inside. The only way you’ll get inside the studio is if you’re either the artist or if you work in the studio. Ellie does neither. I’ve got the privilege to work in the studio, thanks to my uncle. He used to own the studio and when he realised I’ve got a talent for making very good schedules, he asked me to work with him to make schedules for the artists.

Of course, I said yes immediately. I needed money and I actually liked the job he offered me. Not because I am horny for attention from famous people, most of the time I barely talk to the artists anyway, but because I like planning things. I like making things organised and planning out arrangements.

Ellie and I talk about work and other things for some time until I have to go to work. She tells me to call her later tonight to tell her about the boys and I laugh but tell her I’ll do it.

“There is my favourite niece!” Robert, my uncle, exclaims when I walk inside the studio.

I laugh, “I am your only niece, Rob.” 

“Still my fave.” he winks and gives me a hug when I reach him.

I put my things down only my desk afterwards and make some coffee for the both of us; it’s become some kind of tradition for me to do that.

“Excited to meet the ones behind Pearl Jam?” Rob asks when I hand him his cup of coffee. 

I nod, “I bet they’ll make even better music with you on their team.”

“Oh, (Y/N), you flatter me too much.” he says as if I just told him he’s the best producer in the world.

“Keep on dreaming, uncie.”

I go back to my desk to sort some things out. I start planning the next arrangements with Pearl Jam. It’s also my job to keep the e-mails updated. I notice there’s another band that wants to work in my uncle’s studio next year. I give him the good news and we share a piece of cake, which my aunt must’ve made earlier today, in celebration.

Time goes by and before I realise, the guys from Pearl Jam make their way inside to studio. My uncle greats them as if they’ve known each other for a lifetime and soon as they reach the bar area (in which my desk is also placed, in the back) he introduces me.

“This is my niece, (Y/N). She plans all the arrangements and stuff I’m no good in.” he adds playfully. 

All the guys introduce themselves and kindly shake my hand. It’s all nothing but kindness in their faces, though in Eddie’s face is also something else, mischievousness, maybe? 

Everyone soon disappears into the recording area and I’m left to do my work. Every now and then one of the guys, sometimes two, come in and ask for something to drink. It’s a second job I do, working behind the bar, since it’s no big deal. 

“So, you’ll be here more often, then?” the singer asks me while I hand him a glass of water.

I nod, “I work here full-time, so yeah. I’ll be here as much as you guys will be.”

“Good, that means I can see that pretty face of yours very much these upcoming weeks.” Eddie smirks and winks at me before going back into the recording area.

His comment leaves me flabbergasted and speechless. Did he really just flirt with me? Eddie Vedder? Flirting with me? (Y/N) (L/N)? Nope probably not. I’m just imagining things.

It’s not that I don’t believe it because I’ve got this huge crush on him and I think he’s too good for me, ‘cause I don’t. Really, he’s just another guy. I mean yeah, he’s an amazing singer and he’s got good looks, but that doesn’t make him any better of a man than others. It’s just that I never expected him to flirt with me, that’s why he left me speechless.

“Hey there, again.” a voice interrupts my concentration on the e-mails I was just reading. I look up to find Eddie standing in from of my desk with, once again, a smirk plastered on his face. I immediately feel myself go red and I look down again.

“What can I do for you, mr Vedder?” I say shyly.

“Oh dear, calling me ‘mr Vedder’ and all. Just call me Eddie please.. And I came here for a drink, can you help me with that, love?”

His tone was even more flirtatious than before and it actually caused some goosebumps to appear on my skin. I was very much intimidated by the guy and hearing him calling me ‘love’ was the right way to get me even more flustered than I already was.

“Oh- ehm, yeah sure- I mean of course..” I ramble and Eddie chuckles at my awkwardness.

I quickly get up and go behind the bar to pour him a glass of water, but he declines it and says “I could use something strong, dear. Do me a favour and pour me some of your best whiskey.”

Without saying anything, I do as I’m told and hand him a glass of whiskey, our fingers brushing slightly against each others and I can feel my face go even redder than before. Even though I’m not looking at him, I know Eddie’s smirking. He’s probably very much aware of the affect he’s having on me.

“Take drink yourself too, gorgeous. You deserve one.” he says and winks, before leaving again.

As soon as he’s left I put down my drink and run to get my phone. I dial Ellie’s number and when she answers I can’t stop talking.

“El you need to help me I- I don’t know what to do, Eddie keeps flirting with me and I can’t handle it and it’s getting on my nerves and I’m really about to break into tears ‘cause I don’t know what to do and you know how I am around guys and I just can’t-”

“Breath, (Y/N), breath!”

“How do I do that again?!”

“Don’t overreact! Just calm your mind. Count to ten with me.”

And so we did. After a minute or two Ellie has me calmed down. We talk about what happened and she helps me with a plan for me to survive the rest of the evening.

The plan works and without getting another panic attack, I make it through the night. Robert eventually sends me home when they’re almost done recording for the day. Fortunately I didn’t have to spend more alone time with Eddie than necessary.

But of course, today is another day and I will face Eddie again. It’s not that I don’t want to see him, it’s just that his presence makes me nervous, especially when he’s all flirty around me.

“Good morning guys, can I get you something to drink?” I ask the guys when they’re inside the next morning.

I receive some ‘good morning’s’ back and Stone and Mike tell me they’re in for a good cup of coffee. I make my way behind the bar and make them a good, strong, cup of coffee and hand it to them. During my every action, I can feel someone’s eyes boring into me and I don’t have to turn around to know whose eyes are on me. Eddie’s said nothing yet, he’s just been standing at the bar with his usual smirk on his face.

When I do turn, Eddie’s smirk increases and he decides it’s funny to play a game called ‘make (Y/N) as awkward as possible’. But before he can say anything I excuse myself to the bathroom. I’m known to make a fool of myself when I’m around guys that intimidate me and I’m not in the mood to make a fool of myself in front of my uncle and the other PJ guys. Enough is enough.

When I get back the guys are, fortunately, gone and into the recording area of the studio. Since there is nothing else to do, all the work from yesterday and today already being done, I decide to clean the studio a bit. All goes well until someone gets in the room, makes their way over to me and stops behind me.

“You’re really the full-package, aren’t you? Doing all the paper work, being a barmaid, and now, cleaning the studio.”

I don’t have to turn around to know who that voice belongs to. I try to hide my awkwardness and say “Can I help you?”

I turn around and see Eddie smirking, “Nope, not really.”

My confusion sends him in laughter, “What are you doing here then?” I ask, still remaining conifdent.

“Am I not allowed to be here?”

Yup, there it goes, my confidence, can you see it flying away? “Oh- ehm, yeah, of- of course..”

Eddie’s smirk increases when he notices I dropped my confidence and he takes a step closer. “You’re very easily flustered (Y/N).”

I can’t seem to focus on anything but him and I feel myself go as red as a tomato. Eddie takes another step closer and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. Leaving his hand on my cheek and brushing it with his thumb.

I realise there’s no reason for me to act oblivious to his actions anymore. “Why are you doing this, Eddie?” I ask, scared as hell.

Eddie looks at me and for a second his smirk vanishes, “Because you’re gorgeous (Y/N), can’t you see? Also because you’re smart and kind and hard-working and talented. Those are definitely things that attract me.”

If I didn’t know any better I’d say he wasn’t just flirting, but he was actually genuine about it, but I push that thought aside when his smirk returns.

“And because your awkwardness is a big turn on, dear.”

My jaw drops as soon as that comment left his mouth and my eyes go wide. Never had someone been so bold and blunt. What the hell am I supposed to do?!

Eddie’s hand leaves my cheek and soon after, both his hands are resting on my sides. He tilts me up and puts me onto the table behind me. He opens my legs and stands inbetween them, pushing his body roughly against mine.

“Don’t worry dear, all will be alright. Just let me handle this, yeah?” he says and without knowing what I’m doing, I nod.

Eddie comes closer and closer and teases me, slightly brushing his lips against mine. I feel like I’m on cloud fucking nine, especially when he actually starts kissing me. He kisses me roughly, but passionately nonetheless. The kiss is filled with unleashed tension and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.

When we break apart I manage to get a quick “Aren’t you needed in the studio?” and he laughs, “No dear, they’re busy with the instruments. I told them I needed a break.” And he reconnects his lips with mine.

Everything got a bit heated and after 30 minutes I realise I just did something I never even thought would ever happen.

I look at Eddie, who is panting above me, and whisper “I can’t believe we just did it on my desk..”

Eddie chuckles, his badass behaviour long gone and replaced by genuine affection. “I can’t believe it either, but I did enjoy it very much.” He says and kisses me again.

I kiss him back, “Me too, Ed. Thank you.”

“No, (Y/N), thank you.” He winks and once again, Eddie has me flustered.

[lovren-la-vida-luka]

Hi! This was inspired by an ask @lovrenfc received while people were sharing their stories of meeting the Croatian NT guys and freaking out. The anon came up with the concept of dating Dejan, going to a gala event with him, meeting Luka and crying or fainting, so if you were that anon, get in touch and I’m happy to give you credit for the idea!

Dejan x reader

Featured: Luka Modric, Ivan Rakitic, Domagoj Vida, Sime Vrsaljko, Mario Mandzukic (briefly) No warnings required as far as I know, no nsfw content, just a few kisses and one or two swear words.

Most importantly, this was written quickly and isn’t perfect. I just found this concept hilarious and wanted to do something with it.

Dejan stands behind you, the smell of his musky aftershave and sea salt hair spray enveloping you as he helps you button the back of your floor length gown. “You look incredible. I can’t wait to introduce you to some of my friends,” he says proudly as he fastens the last button. “They’ll love you.”

You giggle when he says it, and in the mirror you see a soft smile on his face too. “What’s so funny?” he asks.

“I was just remembering my first introduction to your footballer friends,” you explain, and he laughs out loud.

“Dammit, Domo,” he chuckles. “Budalo jedna.”

You both take a moment to remember that night during the World Cup when you and Dejan were still keeping things on the low; how you’d walked into Dejan’s hotel room after he gave you the key while he was taking something to Dalic, how Domagoj had jumped out of the bathroom yelling “POLUDI” to scare Dejan then screamed even louder than you had when he realised you were very much not his tall, dark and handsome teammate.

It had taken you quite a while to convince Dejan to invite him back to the room and introduce you, but eventually he gave in and Domo had arrived along with Šime and a bottle of rakija. The four of you stayed up until the small hours drinking and laughing. You and Dejan smile fondly at the memory.

You step forward and pick up your necklace, a beautiful diamond necklace that Dejan bought you for your birthday. “Would you put this on for me?” you ask, and Dejan obliges before turning you around to face him.

“You really do look gorgeous,” he smiles, and kisses your lips. “Let’s go.”

When you arrive at the gala event, you look around to see if you recognise anyone. Dejan realises you’re feeling nervous and kisses your head softly. “I’m still not entirely used to these things,” you confide in him, and he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.

“I know, draga. But you’re perfect, and I’m here. You’re fine.”

You allow him to lead you to the dance floor, you both know that will help. You slow dance with him, your nerves dissipating until all you’re aware of is Dejan. He holds you close as you sway to the music, and when it ends, he dips you and gives you a fleeting, light kiss on your lips. “I love you,” you whisper to him as he pulls you back into an upright position. He smiles at you and says it back, taking your hand and walking towards your table.

Suddenly, a loud whistle behind you stops you in your tracks. You both spin around to find Domagoj standing behind you, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Domo!” you cry, hugging him tight. “I’ve missed you! We were just talking about you earlier!”

“Really?” he gasps in feigned shock. “Was it about my dashing good looks? Or my exceptional talent on the field? Was it-“

Dejan interrupts him. “It was about you scaring the shit out of my girlfriend in Russia, then apologising by getting her impossibly drunk,” he says with a raised eyebrow, not quite managing to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Before Domo can remind Dejan that he wasn’t exactly sober himself, Dejan excuses you both and pulls you towards the table, where you find Šime and a man you’ve never met before but quickly recognise as Ivan Rakitić, or Raketa as he is introduced to you. Šime greets you like an old friend, which, judging by the many times you’ve spoken on FaceTime during his drunken calls to Dejan, you almost are.

Raketa offers you a cookie, and Šime slaps his hand away. “Ivan, I don’t even know how you got those in here! I’m sure Y/N would prefer the canapés that are going around to your Domacica.”

You give him a light slap on the shoulder before taking the cookie from Raketa and eating it. “I love them!” you smile, and promise to buy some.

As you continue chatting to them, you feel Dejan’s hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him, and he smiles at you, making your breath catch in your throat. You always assumed one day his smile would lose some of its impact, but it never did.

“Y/N, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is my good friend-“ you follow his gaze, and he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence.

You try to say something, anything, but all that comes out is an incoherent yelp as you stumble on your high heels. You try to grab Dejan to steady yourself, but in your state of shock you forget which side he’s on and reach to the wrong side, sending yourself crashing to the floor.

You’re not sure if it’s the sheer awe and emotion of having someone you’ve looked up to and been a huge fan of for so long standing in front of you or the humiliation of collapsing on the ground in front of him, but you start to cry.

Tears flow uncontrollably down your face. You panic, realising that your eye makeup will be getting ruined – what if the mascara infused tears drop onto your dress – which only makes you cry and hyperventilate more.

“Oh my God,” you sob. You attract the attention of a dark haired, muscular man who’d been standing behind Luka. You don’t have a chance to register who it is you’re looking at before he looks at Dejan and gestures to you on the floor while saying just two words. “No good.”

“Give it a break, Mario,” growls Dejan, and Mandzo responds only with a smirk as he walks off.

You have a feeling that will really hit you later - Mr. No Good directing his catchphrase at you! - but right now you still can’t focus on anything but him. “Oh, my God.” It’s the only coherent thing you can say, and you find yourself repeating it until it loses meaning as Dejan picks you up and puts an arm around your waist to steady you.

“Are you okay?” he asks in unison with his friend. You finally manage to compose yourself and nod, tears still running down your face. Dejan pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs your face before kissing your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, if I’d known you’d freak out like that, I’d have warned you, or made sure you were sitting down…” he rambles. “Anyway, can we try this again?” You nod your head yes again, take a deep breath and turn back towards Dejan’s friend.

You expect to see confusion, or annoyance, or worst of all, pity on his face but he’s smiling, a disarming mischievous grin you’d seen a hundred times in pictures and videos.

Dejan chuckles lightly and gestures towards the man.

“This is my good friend, Luka Modric. Lukica, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Luka steps forward. He shakes your hand, then pulls you into a hug. You almost lose yourself again as you feel his silky hair against your cheek, but you manage to hold it together.

“It’s so great to meet you,” you tell him, still holding onto him. You don’t ever want to let go. “I’m sorry about… all that. I’m just a huge fan.”

Luka laughs, and hugs you tighter. “I could tell,” he snickers, then kisses your cheek and lets you go. He looks you in the eyes. “Honestly, there’s no need to apologise. It’s fine. I hope you’re okay.”

You nod and burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “I’m fine,” you tell him between giggles, and he pulls you in for another quick hug before hugging Dejan.

You notice him whispering something in Dejan’s ear, and suddenly Dejan laughs and pushes him. “She does not like you better, you-“ he begins, but Luka simply winks and walks away in the general direction of Suba, who’s busy talking to Domo, Domo’s wife and some of her model friends.

You turn back to Dejan, and he hugs you tight. “I can’t believe you,” he laughs as you hide your face in his chest. “I can’t believe me either,” you say, then you stop laughing for a second.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” you tell him earnestly, looking him in the eyes.

He cups your face in his hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Of course not,” he smiles. “But just so you know, I’ll never live it down.  He’s going to be insufferable.”

“He seemed perfectly nice about it to me!” you reasoned.

“Yeah, to you,” grumbled Dejan, taking your hand and leading you back to the table.

You sit next to Šime, who’s hunched over a phone screen with Raketa, both almost crying with laughter. Raketa turns the phone screen to you. It’s a picture he took of you taking a bite of the Domacica cookie, then the screen cuts to you crumpled on the floor overcome with emotion. “This would be the perfect promo for Domacica on Instagram,” he cackles. “Please-“

“NO,” you and Dejan yell simultaneously. Raketa pouts, but nods and puts the phone away.

“So,” he asks. “Tell me a bit more about yourself. How did you and Dejo meet?”

You turn to your other side and smile at Dejan, then turn back to Raketa. “We met by chance, at a party. A friend of mine went to school with a friend of his and so we both ended up at my friend’s house party… I fell for him as soon as I saw him,” you smile.

You feel an arm that isn’t Dejan’s lazily drape around your shoulder. You look up and Luka is standing between your chair and Dejan’s, an arm around each of you. “That’s cute,” he grins. “But you literally fell for me.”

You crease up laughing and can’t stop, and Luka joins you. “Idiots,” mutters Dejan, but he can’t stop himself from laughing too.

“I told you he’d do this,” Dejan says with narrowed eyes, and Luka ruffles his hair.

“You know me too well,” he grins, and Dejan gestures to the empty seat at the other side of him.

“Join us,” he offers, and Luka does. As soon as he sits down, he’s handed Raketa’s phone by Šime, both desperate to show him the Domacica meme he’d indirectly helped to bring about.

“Oh, Ivan! Poor Y/N,” Luka laughs, handing the phone back.

“It’s just a joke,” Raketa reassures him. “We love Y/N really.”

Dejan leans in so close that his lips brush your ear. “See?” he says softly. “They love you.”

@get-up-and-try-again @barca-madrid

[choking-on-tae]

BTS Reaction to: You starting to  talk in your native language

Anon asked: “Can you do a reaction where you fight and you are so angry at them you start talking in your native language that they don't understand?? 💜💜”

Author’s note: I think this one implies to a lot of people, including myself. I changed it up a little so it isn’t all angry. Some are funny and quite cute as well. Hope that’s okay. I thought it would be fun to include many languages but I got these from followers and the internet so sorry if it’s not very accurate. I tried! <3. Anyways, gifs aren’t mine. x 

Seokjin: 

You were hardly ever angry at Seokjin, but this time he was really getting on your nerves. You knew that he was joking but to you it just wasn’t funny anymore. Enough was enough. When he cracked another silly joke you drew the line. You put down your knife as you starting scolding him. Seokjin just stared at you with wide eyes as he quickly defended himself. He let something slip that you didn’t like at all. You were so upset that you scolded him in your native language, French. 

 "Tu said quoi?!” 

Seokjin looked at you with wide eyes before a smile spread across his face. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw you crossing your arms while you were trying to look upset, while in reality you were trying to hold in your laughter. It didn’t take long before you cracked which ended up in you and Seokjin laughing hysterically in the kitchen you were in. 

“It’s always cute when you speak in your native language princess.” 

Yoongi:

Yoongi and you hardly ever fight. It’s usually just exchanging of words and maybe some yelling. Curse words fly everywhere when you two are upset. Today wasn’t any different. You were in an argument and Yoongi wouldn’tt stop pointing out what you did wrong. He always acted like this when he was really stressed, and even though you knew he didn’t mean it, it still hurt. After 2 minutes of him talking you down you had enough. 

“Halt die Fresse!” 

Yoongi immediately stopped talking and stared at you in shock before a small smile broke out on his face. 

“Did you just curse me in German?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you shook your head ‘yes’. The heavy tension was gone immediately as Yoongi pulled you in his arms and kept chuckling against your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, please forgive me.” 

Hoseok:

Hoseok always liked it when you spoke Spanish. He thought it was a beautiful language and even wanted to learn it himself, but it was hard. So he always adored it when you let some Spanish words slip. Hoseok was helping you in the kitchen. You had given him a task as you were focusing on yours. Both of you are pretty good chefs so cooking was something you both enjoyed doing. Hoseok looked at the frosting for the cake before turning back to you as an idea popped into his head. He chuckled softly as he scooped some of the frosting before smearing it across your face. 

'Qué cabrón! '

Hoseok looked at you in shock before laughing as you took some chocolate sauce and poured it all over him. Hoseok squealed as he pulled you closer so the chocolate would be getting on you as well. You sighed deeply as Hoseok pressed a kiss against your cheek. 

“C’mon Y/N, that was pretty funny.” 

Namjoon:

You and Namjoon were trying to come up with lyrics for his new mixtape. Usually Namjoon wrote the lyrics himself but since you were there with him he thought it would be nice to ask for you opinion as well. You tapped your chin as Namjoon was browsing on his laptop. He kept spitting words as you giggled to yourself. The things he said were absolutely stupid and pretty funny. You shook your head as you mumbled, 

"заткнись!" 

He immediately stopped as he looked at you with big eyes. “What did you just say?” 

“ заткнись’ It’s Russian for ‘Shut up’“ 

Namjoon smiled as he pressed a kiss against your cheek while tugging some of your hair behind your ear. 

“That’s pretty good. You think I should include that?” “Yeah sounds like a good idea.” 

Jimin:

Jimin loved to tease you because you were shorter than him. It wasn’t very often that he saw someone who was shorter and when he met you he instantly liked you. Of course your height wasn’t the only thing he liked about you, but it was something he adored. Now he finally had the chance to tease someone instead of being teased himself. Of course it was all playful and not meant to be hurtful at all. You were trying to reach the box of cereal but of course it was placed on a shelf that you couldn’t reach. You looked over to Jimin who was already smirking at you from behind his phone. 

“Need some help baby?” 

“Stai Zitto.” 

He looked at you with big eyes before chuckling. Quite often you started to ramble in Italian and Jimin absolutely loved it when you did that. This time was no different. He handed you the box of cereal as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. 

“I assume that means;” Shut up?’ I will baby, you’re just adorable.” 

Taehyung: 

Taehyung is very playful and making you smile is one of his favorite things to do. One of the best ways to do this is by tickling you. So when you sat down next to him and let out an exhausting sigh he knew he wanted to make you smile. He moved his hands to your sides as he started to tickle you. You let out a squeal as you tried to squirm out of his grip. Taehyung chuckled as he heard you laugh and gasping for air. You told him multiple times to stop but when he didn’t you accidentally said it in Dutch. 

“Tae! Hou op dat kietelt!” 

He smiled brightly when he heard you speak Dutch and stopped immediately. Taehyung leaned in to press his lips against yours. You sighed happily against his lips as he moved to lay down on top of you. He moved his hand to caress your cheek as he deepened the kiss. Needless to say what happened after that.  

Jeongguk:

Japanese was in a way somewhat similar to Korean. People always say that if you know one of those languages it’s easier to learn the other. Jeongguk being the curious guy he is wanted to learn Japanese. Of course he spoke some but of course he didn’t know everything. That’s why he asked you to teach him. He was a really good and eager student. He always wanted to know everything and when he learned something new he wouldn’t stop saying it. You thought it was pretty funny but when he had been saying it for the entire day you grew kinda sick of it. Jeongguk wrapped his arms around you as he hugged you from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he said it for the millionth time. You rolled your eyes as you giggled, 

“Damarasshai!” 

Jeongguk repeated it immediately before cracking up. You did the same as both of you kept laughing. 

“Sorry baby, I just like it when I learn new words.” 

[thenickelportrust]

Sorry, it's Finley anon from earlier here. I know I requested a Finley kiss short earlier but like, I'm curious about V now? Sorry to be a nuisance! I'm just so.. I love every love interest in this game so much.

And, anon, this one has also been sitting in my inbox since the beginning of time and I apologize for that as well but, y’know, today may just be your lucky day because I am answering both of these right now!!! (Now that I can get back to actually writing shorts! :D)

And please know- you are not a nuisance at all!! I love all of the asks and request I get because it’s honestly so astounding and amazing to know that someone else also loves these characters like I do and wants to know more about them!! Even beyond that I simply never mind stuff like this- at all! So please know- you are not a nuisance at all and it makes me super super super happy to know that you love these characters, too!! 

Other rambling aside- here’s some V! (Since you didn’t request a specific V I just went ahead and went with Vega- since the last V short was Vincent so I flipped a coin between Vera and Vega- so I hope that’s alright!)

(Also, same deal, an example of a first kiss, but not the first kiss because of spoilery reasons.)

“I just want it on the record that I do not, nor will I ever, condone this idea at all.” The wind brushes over your skin- it’s cool, near freezing, in fact, but you don’t feel the chill wrapped in your jacket. Still, you pull it tighter around yourself, almost habitually, and glance to the side at your wolfishly grinning companion.

“And yet here you are.” They seem to have no apparent problem with your reluctant whining, simply slinging an arm around your shoulder heavily, leaning into your side as they twirl a pair of bright silvery keys around their index finger with lazy accuracy.

“Not entirely by choice.”

“Oh, come now, darling.” You can feel Vega’s bouncing laugh against you. “Let’s not play ourselves. If that were true then you simply would have refused to come along. And yet, I repeat, here you are.” They catch the keys in their gloved palm, letting their wrist drop as they present them to you freely. “So tell me, if you aren’t here for this- then why else would you have followed me so readily?”

“Morbid curiosity.” You deadpan, and for a moment your mind brushes away the ridiculousness of this situation, and focuses instead on something so mundane that it almost seems odd in and of itself. The wind picks up again- and you wonder if Vega is cold- after all, while you brought a warm coat they seem perfectly content to freeze in a green t-shirt and not-very-warm-looking leather jacket- and then you wonder why it is that’s the thing your brain decides to focus on when you’re about to carjack one of Nickelport’s more infamous villains. “But I’m starting to remember what happens to cats when they’re curious.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a cat, dear.”

“I sure as hell am starting to feel like one, though.”

“More of a fox, if you ask me.”

“Not the time.”

Vega rolls their eyes dramatically, snatching the keys back up in their hand- how the hell did they even get those, anyway? Vega’s hand slips from your shoulders, and they saunter confidently towards the door of the bright red luxury car- a color about as obnoxious as its owner, and the person about to steal it from said owner. “You’re far too cautious, sweetheart, would I really let anything bad happen?”

“No, you’d instigate it.”

Vega laughs again, far too loudly, in fact. Wincing, your eyes skitter about the empty streets with hurried, fearful glances. “Vega, please, can’t we just-…” But they’ve already got the door open, waving one hand forward to the seat with a flourish and that same sly grin. “I’m not driving that thing.”

“Perhaps not,” Vega chuckles again, “But then would you rather I take the wheel?”

“I’d rather we get out of here before anything bad shows up- or anyone.” You turn around, suddenly feeling as if that cold wind were a warm breath on the back of your neck. 

“Then we have quite the suitable getaway car right here, darling.”

“Not funny.”

“I did not mean it to be.” Vega sighs and lets the door fall closed with a thud that feels like a punch to the gut, you take a step back habitually. 

The jacket is already about as tight around you as it possibly could be, yet you still try to pull it even tighter. You eye the shadows that creep along the corners of tall buildings, trailing their sharp edges to the roofs where unseeable things seem to flit in and out of your sight, hiding behind quickly folded curtains, obscuring piercing eyes that send shudders down your spine. “Can we please just leave?”

You nearly jump when you feel warm hands on the side of your face- your head is tilted down from the rooftops to stare at Vega- and you can read the disappointment on their face, but it seems buried under a careful consideration with which they scrutinize you. Finally, Vega releases a breathy laugh, they pat the side of your cheek, “You really needn’t be so dreadfully fearful, dear. I can promise that nothing is to happen to you. Not while I’m around.”

And despite it being Vega, of all people, there’s an assured honesty to their voice that almost makes you believe them. A solemn promise that seems to shave off the sharp edge of fear. But then again, it is Vega.

Another wistful sigh, and after a moment’s hesitation, their hands slip from your face. “But so be it, this was not meant to cause you distress, rather- to alleviate that which you were already feeling, and so I suppose I’ll simply have to come up with some other scheme, now won’t I?” And while you may not have fully believed their previous promise, something about that sly, roguish grin, the cunning shine to their eyes, and the fact that it is, once again, Vega that’s telling you this- you wholeheartedly believe this one.

“Thank you.” But that’s a thing to worry about later, as of right now- you just want to leave. You feel Vega slip their arm through yours, grinning just as proudly as they did while leading you here when they guide you away from the death-trap-waiting-to-happen. “Wait- what about the car?”

“I suppose that’s no longer our problem, is it?” Vega shrugs loosely. “At the very least I must give them some trouble finding it, mustn’t I?”

As long as the chances of you dying are minimal, you suppose you’ll let it be. “Say, Vega… Why did you do all this, anyway? I didn’t exactly ask you to…”

“Hm?” They seem surprised by the very question, “Well, they hurt you- didn’t they? I simply aided where I could- and since you did say you wanted to get back at them, I thought perhaps you might want to partake in a little well-meaning revenge, too!” Well-meaning revenge…? Does such a thing… exist…?

“Yeah, sure, but… I dunno, I thought it was gonna be with my article- not, y’know, hijacking their car.”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

Uh oh. You don’t like that new smile of theirs.

“Uh,” You try to change the subject, or at least think of something to interrupt whatever it is they’re now scheming, “Ok, but… why do you want to help, anyway?”

This is, apparently, such a shocking question that it requires Vega to stop so suddenly that they nearly yank you back in the process- despite their hands still slipping from where they were linked around your arm and instead placing both hands over their heart as if you’d wounded them there. “Oh dear! You truly can’t tell?”

“I- uh- I mean-” You scratch the back of your neck, did you say something wrong? “No…?”

Vega, just as quickly, turns from an expression of pure shock to barking laughter, at that point your face is cupped once more between their hands- the black felt of their fingerless gloves is soft against your cheeks, while their fingers are warm. “You’re a reporter, darling, you read people for a living- surely you know what it is I feel for you?”

“You’re… you’re really not the easiest to read, Vega.”

Another breathy laugh, this one lower, rumbling and amused- like a cat’s purr. “Well, then, perhaps I should give you a direct quote for the papers.” Vega tilts your head down until, temple-to-temple, they can whisper in your ear, “You see, dear, I am entirely infatuated with you.” 

“You’re-” You’re cut off when Vega slips away from your ear, and in a moment you feel Vega’s lips-

Pressed against the bridge of your nose.

They pull back with that same wolfish grin, while you’re left feeling enough heat pooling in your cheeks to make you forget just about entirely about that cold wind. “Uh… You… Um…”

There’s that purring laughter again, “Yes, darling?”

And just like before, you mind decides to detach itself from reality. Though unlike before- instead of thinking some crazy, or noticing something irrelevant, you find yourself doing something so insane that you’re fairly sure you’ve been spending far too much time around Vega.

You grab the sides of their jacket- and you kiss them.

[imaginexwwe]

Reassurance (ROMAN REIGNS)

YAY! MY VERY FIRST REQUEST!

Hope I did your idea justice anon

Also hope this career choice was as clever as it seemed to me lol tried to be different

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Reader has been dating newly divorced Roman for a few months but has her insecurities about their relationship: FLUFF

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Warnings: NONE

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I stood off in the background as Roman and Galina had their moment together.

He still looks at her with so much happiness, I thought to myself while I watched him smile at her deep in conversation.

Even after the whole cheating scandal she put him through, not to mention the divorce.

But wouldn’t it on anybody who has to find out in the tabloids that their then, wife was hooking up with some random?

Uh, yeah.

Yet he can still flash a smile, laugh and hang around her on any given day like everything’s the same.

Was it love they still shared?

That question popped up in my mind often, way to often.

Me and Roman’s relationship was sorta new. We’ve only made it official a few months ago. Our careers brought us together when I became a publicist for WWE and him being one of the top wrestlers.

The attraction was always there, on my part anyway. As for him, he was married and I respected that and kept my distance but then as his marriage slowly came to an end our relationship began.

And as it so happen, I was appointed to help with the backlash Galina caused when she stepped outside her and Roman’s marriage.

I always saw it as a blessing in disguise considering that’s what really brought us closer.

I was brought back to reality when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist.

“I didn’t even notice you coming back over babe,” I smiled, looking up at my boyfriend. “I thought you were still talking with Galina.”

Roman shook his head. “I had to come give my favorite girl some attention. You were looking a bit lonely.” He replied and I sighed.

I know he meant it as a joke but that really was how I felt.

“How else am I supposed to be looking while my boyfriend is chatting it up with his ex wife?” I questioned trying my best to not to be heard.

But of course I was.

Roman removed his arms from around my waist, taking a couple steps back to look at me. “Am I missing something?”

“No… I.” I groaned. “It’s just that, you seemed so happy to see her. Like always, Rome. And I get it, you and her have a long history, a long friendship but you was also married to her at on point in time.” I began rambling. “Just… do you still love her?”

I looked at him for what seemed like eternity waiting for an answer from him only to get a chuckle.

I slapped his bicep. “This isn’t funny, Roman. I’m telling you how I feel.”

“And I’m laughing because the way your feeling is stupid babe.” He answered.

Great. Just great.

He thinks that’s stupid. Just what I needed, something else to add to my insecurities.

He must have saw the how much that sentence stung me because before I could even say anything he began talking again. “No I’m sorry Y/N. I meant that in the best way possible though, so don’t think you shouldn’t have come to me with this.”

I nodded a stray tear rolling down my cheek.

When did I start tearing up?

Roman must have noticed it too considering he reached out and wiped it away. “Look, what I’m saying is, I only love you. You my girl. It’s me and you now, no one else. I may care for Galina still, but that’s only in a friendly sense. You have nothing to worry about Y/N. All my love belongs to you.”

He gently pulled me in to him, leaving no space between us.

“Only you.” He spoke softly, leaning down.

This time it was me who closed the space between that separated our lips. I placed my palms on both sides of his cheeks, losing myself in our shared kiss almost instantly.

“It’s only you too, Rome.” I whispered breathlessly as we pulled away from each other.

“Of course it’s only me.” He smirked. “I mean, it’s not like you can find someone as sexy as this.” He said referring to himself.

Oh this man, I thought keeping in a giggle.

“But you can find someone as sexy as me?” I asked wanting to mess with him.

“What–? I didn’t say–” Roman stuttered.

I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

My giggle escaped my lips as I began walking off ahead of him. “I’m joking Rome.”

Roman caught up to me in no time, effortlessly scooping me up in his arms, causing me to squeal.

“I love you.” I heard him say in my ear causing my heart to flutter.

I’ve heard it from him at least a handful of times now but let’s be real, when a man who looks like mines does, it doesn’t matter if you’ve heard him say it a thousand times, your heart would flutter.

“I love you too.”

[heshometome]

Distance means nothing when you’re in love

PAIRING: Taegi 

LENGTH: 1.7k

PROMPT(From anon): Do you think you could write a sort of angst with a happy ending Taegi where one has to move far away for a while and they try to maintain their relationship despite the distance.

Read it on AO3

A/N: This took me like 3 hours to write, its the longest piece of writing ive ever done omg im dead but im also really proud of it?! I hope you guys enjoy this! Please leave feedback, and also request something if youd like <3 

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“We need to talk”

Those words sent Taehyungs mind into a frenzy. He looked up from his game, to see yoongi standing in front of him, looking like he was about to cry. “What’s wrong?” Taehyung says, confusion laced in his tone.

“You know how I was telling you about the job my dad was offered?” Yoongis voice cracks and it breaks Taehyung heart.

“You mean the one in America?”

“Yeah, he accepted it today. We’re moving.” That’s when yoongi snaps. He falls to the ground, tears cascading down his face. For a minute taehyung does nothing, he sits there in complete shock, but then regains his senses and crouches down to comfort his boyfriend. “Yoongi, don’t worry we will be fine I promise, we can make it work okay? We can.” Taehyung doesn’t know if it was really Yoongi he was convincing.

                                                              ~

It’s been 2 months since Yoongi moved, and Taehyung feels lonelier than ever. You see, he isn’t a very social person, Yoongi was really the only person he was comfortable around. He wishes that Yoongi didn’t have to move away, its slowly tearing them apart even though they refused to admit it. Taehyung jumps as his phone vibrates in his pocket,

[7:42 PM] Gigi <3: Tae, I’m sorry I haven’t had time to talk, school is killing me. I miss you, only 10 more months and I’ll be back

[7:43 PM] Tae <3: It’s okay, schools been killing me too. Have you been eating well? Sleeping? I’m counting down the days until you get back

[7:52 PM] Gigi <3: Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Do you want to video chat with me? I finally have some free time

[7:52 PM] Tae <3: of course! I’ll call you in 5 <3

They talk for an hour before Yoongi had to leave suddenly. He seemed a bit off to taehyung, but it could just be his mind making things up. They were fine, they would be okay until January, yoongi wouldn’t leave him, right?

                                                             ~

It’s been 6 months. Phone calls and video calls barely happened anymore, and if they did it was rushed small talk before yoongi had to leave after ten minutes. Taehyung was thinking the worst, that yoongi didn’t have time for him, for their relationship. Does he even love me anymore? In all honesty, it was taking a toll on taehyung, his appearance dull, no longer bright like it used to be. Everything that was once simple to do was now a chore, including getting up in the morning. This isn’t healthy taehyung thought to himself, he needed to end it before he got worse.

[12:26 PM] Tae <3: Yoongi, do you have time to talk?

[12:32 PM] Gigi <3: Yeah, what’s up tae?

[12:33 PM] Tae <3: I’m going to call you, it’ll be easier to talk.

“Hello?” yoongi says, nervously.

“Hey how are you? We haven’t talked in a while.” Taehyung is trying to stall the inevitable, but the shakiness in his voice is still obvious.

“I’m good, and I have some amazing news. I was going to wait to tell you, but I’m coming back for a week, I’ve missed you so much tae.” Taehyung was speechless. He’s coming back?

“W-when?” He stutters, still shocked by the news, original meaning for the phone call long forgotten.

“2 weeks and I’ll be landing back in Korea” Taehyung can hear yoongis excitement through the phone, making himself excited too.

“I’ll be counting down the days, I’ve missed you so much Yoongi” His eyes are welling up with tears, his emotions are all over the place.

“I’m sorry I have to go, I love you”

“I lov-“ Before taehyung had the chance to reply, he was cut off with the call ending. He’s coming back.

                                                             ~

It’s 2 days before Yoongi is coming back, and Taehyung can’t contain his excitement. He is quite literally bouncing off the walls, a smile permanently etched onto his face. People at school look at him funny, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is the fact that yoongi is coming back. Taehyung marches to his classes, head held high when he gets a phone call.

“Yoongi? Why are you calling? Isn’t it night over there?” Taehyung questions, his smile turning into a frown.

“I got the dates mixed up for the trip. Turn around.” He can hear yoongis smirk through the phone, and taehyung is confused. Is he back already? His question is answered as he turns around, only to see his one and only before him.

“OH MY GOD YOURE ACTUALLY HERE!” Taehyung yells, running towards yoongi, not caring about all the stares and people whispering about him. He jumps into yoongis arms and hugs him tightly for what feels like hours, inhaling the scent of pine he missed so much.

“I missed you, I thought I’d surprise you.” yoongi whispers to him, not wanting to let taehyung go.

“This is one hell of a surprise.” his voice is cracking, the realisation that yoongi is here finally sinking in.

“Let’s go home?” taehyung asks, yoongi nods in reply. They walk hand in hand all the way to taehyungs house, continuously talking along the way.

“I met this really cool guy, his name is Hoseok, he is a dance major and let me tell you- he is amazing at it, oh! And there’s another guy named Namjoon who is top of the class. I thought he was going to be a stuck-up asshole since he’s so smart, but it turns out he’s just a big softie.” Yoongi continues his rambling about all the new people he’s met so far, and taehyung listens intently, hanging onto every word his boyfriend says.

“Should we make some food?” Taehyung asks during a pause in Yoongis talking.

“Yes please, I’m so hungry. The plane had terrible food I could hardly eat it.” Yoongi follows taehyung into the kitchen, where they start to prepare the meal together. The cooking took twice as long as it needed to, since most of the time they were making out against the counter. But at least it got done, right?

The two boys ended up entangled on the couch, laughing with each other and talking until the sun came up. Taehyung was happy, why did he even think about ending this?

The rest of the week consisted of spending every waking moment together. Taehyung wouldn’t have it any other way, but as the week was coming to an end, his thoughts were going out of control. As soon as he leaves he won’t talk to you. It’ll be just like it was before. He has no time for you. “Tae? What’s wrong?” Yoongi wipes the tears from his face. I’m crying?

“I don’t want it to be how it was. I want us to work when you’re gone. I can’t do this if you’re not going to talk to me yoongi” Taehyung spills his thoughts, making the tears flow faster. “I understand the time difference is hard, but could you put a little more effort in? It just felt like you had no time for me and I was having doubts about us and I ju- “

“Woah wait slow down tae” Yoongi interrupts taehyungs rambling, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry you felt like that, I’ll make time for you because you are one of the most important people in my life. I don’t want distance to come between us, so I will try my hardest to be there, okay?” Taehyungs breathing evens out as he calms down, he nods into yoongis chest.

                                                            ~

It’s been a month since the visit, and yoongi really is trying, taehyung notices it. Random texts are popping up on his phone about the little things yoongi is doing during his day, and it creates a warm feeling in taehyungs chest. He is happy that yoongi is making the effort that he originally wanted. Its relieving to know yoongi is thinking about him. Their phone calls are still scarce, but when they do happen they last for hours on end.

                                                            ~

There’s only a day left until yoongi comes home for good, and taehyung is once again bouncing off the walls from excitement. Now that yoongi has finished his studies, his father is going to let him come home to pursue his career, and both the boys couldn’t be happier. Taehyung gets barely any sleep that night, to busy thinking about how he can finally see his boyfriend in person.

                                                           ~

It’s the next morning, taehyung only managed to sleep for 2 hours before his alarm woke him up. Quickly taking a shower and putting on his newly bought outfit, he gets in the car to pick yoongi up from the airport.

The flight was delayed, for 3 hours.

It was boring sitting in the airport alone, phone battery declining quickly. Taehyung decided to get up and walk around for a bit, maybe get some coffee since he was nearly falling asleep on the seat. He was constantly watching the board for the flight arrival time, to see if yoongis flight had finally landed, even walking around the airport he was staring at it, which caused him to walk into many people, earning him dirty looks and annoyed comments.

The flight finally landed, and taehyung made his way to the front of the crowd, keeping his eye on the incoming travellers, looking out for the one person that mattered most. There he is, he’s taller than last time. Yoongi looked amazing, and he still hadn’t noticed taehyung, so he decided to run up and surprise yoongi. Barrelling through the crowd and making a complete scene, taehyung rushed up to yoongi and picked him up, twirling him around until the security told taehyung to tone it down.

“You’re finally home.” Taehyung smiled the widest he has since the last time he saw yoongi.

“I’m home, for good. I’ll never leave you for that long ever again, it was torture.” Yoongi smiled at his boyfriend, love displayed all over his features.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry.” Taehyung chuckled at this. But grasped yoongis hand anyway and lead him back to his car with a spring in his step. They are home.

A year may not seem like that long to many, but it’s hard when you’re used to being around that person every day. But if you’re strong, you love each other, and you can trust one another completely,

then you can withstand anything

[enstarsrequests-blog]

Hello! It seems like you're busy but can i request a scenario? Can you do Chiaki x Reader going on a date? Although you don't have to rush on this. I'll be waiting, do your very best! Good luck ~ (o´▽`o)ﾉ

Ahh, thank you! Sorry this took so long ,,, I ended up writing this scenario before the Trickstar one, sorry! Chiaki’s personality is a lot easier for me to write;; I’m currently reading some Trickstar events to get a better grasp on their personalities! And don’t worry, I’m also working on the other requests that have come in. But just so it’s known, I’m probably going to start skipping around instead of going in order! I promise to still get everything done, but it’s faster if I write things that i can do easier first, while working on making the harder ones. That way, you guys won’t be waiting as long! This goes for matchups as well! The next matchup I’m working on is from an anon that said they were new to Ensemble Stars, though that was a while ago- but maybe I’ll still help? I hope OvO ?

Also, I just wanted to say, the matchup you sent in was received, and of course I’ll do it !! 

Anyway, here it is! Hope you enjoy !!

Chiaki Morisawa x Reader

Just the day before, the self-proclaimed “Hero of justice, ryusei red!” had asked you out on a date. You two were already a couple, but of course he felt a strong need to give an over-the-top proposal, just for a date. He even got the other members of Ryusetai to pitch in. Just the memory was enough to make your lips tug upward in a smile.

The familiar ring of your doorbell sounded through the house. Your eyes widened- you still weren’t ready yet. It was only 10:30, you still had half an hour until he was supposed to be here. Why was he here so early?

As you made your way to the door, you guessed maybe it wasn’t actually him. Maybe it was a package, or someone selling something. At least, you hoped. After all, you were still in pajamas. There was a bit of trouble picking out something to wear, so you hadn’t exactly chosen yet.

The door swung open, revealing a mop of brown hair. A huge grin was plastered on the male’s face as he gazed down at you. You questioned what he’s doing here- he’s half an hour early.

“It is a hero’s duty to be on time!” he responded enthusiastically, striking a pose. He probably thought it looked cool; the confidence he had suggested that he had practiced in front of a mirror. A giggle escaped your lips, resulting in his cheeks to tint pink. If possible, his smile grew. But you still had to ask- he could have been on time without coming half an hour early, right?

Apparently, it was also a hero’s duty to be early.

You let him inside, shutting the door as he entered. Instructing him to stay there and wait while you get dressed, you went back to your current dilemma. What should you wear? Something casual, but still cute. Probably easy to move in, knowing Chiaki. You might end up chasing after him while he runs off to save a cat or something.

“Are you in need of assistance?”

The loud voice boomed. He was apparently on the otber side of your door now.

“Are you decent?”

He rephrased his question before you could answer the first. When you responded with a yes, the door flung open.

“What seems to be the trouble? Whatever the cause, never fear! The red hero of justice is here to save the day!”

He scanned your room, seeing all the clothes lying everywhere. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he processed the situation.

He doesn’t know much about fashion, but he picked up a t-shirt with a hero on the front. It was a shirt he had gifted you randomly.

You should wear this!“ he concluded, holding the piece up for you to see. You smiled at him, agreeing. Picking up a pair of shorts off the floor, you shooed him out to get changed. The male waited patiently outside as you dressed yourself. If he was being honest, he was so pumped! His enthusiasm was bubbling over, and he could hardly stand still! He had so much planned, this was going to be great!

The sound of your doorknob turning prompted him to spring at you as soon as you exited your room. You were a but surprised with the sudden hug, but loved it nonetheless.

Listening to him ramble on about heroic duties, you two left the house a full fifteen minutes early.

The two of you walked down the path, hand in hand. Chiaki was close to skipping, with the way he was bouncing with every step. He was in an overly good mood. You spoke up, questioning where he planned to take you.

The answer didn’t surprise you. You were stopped, facing your destination. Chiaki dragged you to the entrance, standing at the ticket booth. He purchased two tickets to a movie, which he said to the employee very quietly. He wanted it as a surprise, most likely. Once the tickets were given to him, He took you inside to buy snacks. He left it to you to decide what candy and drink you wanted. Holding the drink, popcorn, candy, and tickets in his hands, he guided you to the theater. He seemed to be struggling a bit, holding everything, but would refuse if you offered to help. He’s got this!

And, surprise surprise, you were sitting in the chair in the theater, watching the newest addition to Chiaki’s favorite hero movie series. Not that you didn’t like it, it was always fun to see Chiaki get excited over his favorite heroes.

The entire time, his eyes were glued to the screen. He was so absorbed in the movie, is was pretty cute. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. The noise caused the brunette’s ears to perk up. He turned his head to look at you, catching your gaze. That grin of his never seemed to fade. Before you knew what was happening, he had given you a confident peck on the lips. He leaned over in his chair, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. Of course, right after, his eyes turned back to the screen. But he never released his grip on you. To be able to get his attention away from his favorite movie for that long was something you considered an achievement.

With the movie over, Chiaki began chattering happily about the movie, how cool it was, and stating how he aspired to be that amazing of a hero.

After leaving the theater, Chiaki led you to the nearby park. He explained that he loved walking through here, and wanted to share it with you. So you strolled leisurely through the park, holding hands as Chiaki pointed at all his favorite things around there. You understood why he liked it here almost immediately. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and all around happy. It gave a wonderful atmosphere. It might actually be impossible to walk through here and not smile.

So you spotted a group of people surrounding someone, you felt your heart squeeze. This wouldn’t be good.

Chiaki had let go of your hand, dashing toward the group. You chased after him, but didn’t stop him.

Judging by appearance and actions, the kids were probably around middle school. They didn’t look quite like high schoolers. That would also explain their immature actions. The person they were cornering finally came into view; it was another kid, about their age. And ther were covered in bruises. Tears stained their cheeks, and they were visibly shaking.

"What do you think you’re doing?”

Chiaki had finally made it to the group, standing with his chest puffed out proudly. He had cut the bullies off from the victim, standing between the groups. He began to ask why they had become villains, and pushed them to becoming friends with the person they had been bullying. You stood by, ready to jump in if necessary.

The group stared at him for a moment before beaking into laughter.

“Is this guy serious?” the group continued to laugh at Chiaki’s behavior. You could tell by the look on his face that he took those comments to heart.

“Look at me! I’m all cool! I’m the red justice hero, here to save the day!” they mocked. Chiaki stayed calm, though you could tell that their remarks hurt. He never really was made fun of like that. He wasn’t used to having enemies, after all. Usually just the trees that trap innocent cats.

Standing his ground, Chiaki tried to lecture them once again. It’s not nice to hurt others, he reasoned. But the kids didn’t let up.

You wanted to let Chiaki have this victory, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. These kids were too immature to listen to anything Chiaki would have to say.

You marched over to them, placing your hands sternly on your hips. You immediately told them off. They thought it was funny to laugh at others? That was pretty pathetic behavior. The group had gone silent.

“Whatever, let’s just go. These people are no fun.”

You let out a sigh as they turned away, leaving the you with Chiaki and the other kid.

Chiaki had already helped the victim up, bandaging his wounds. Wait- he had bandages? Getting a better look at them, you noticed that they had pictures of heroes on them. What else would be expected from Chiaki?

The kid thanked the both of you before running off. The older male stood up, watching the child as he happily bounded away.

Your voice pierced the silence, asking if he was okay. He didn’t do anything for a moment, just standing and staring at the little boy that you had saved. He didn’t answer you, instead taking your hand and leading you through the park.

He was obviously deep in thought. You had told those kids off so easily. What was he if he couldn’t even get a few children to stop picking on someone?

It was terrible, seeing him like this. Just earlier, he had been brimming over with enthusiasm. Now, all that joy seemed to be sucked out of him, leaving him with nothing. You had never seen him this down before.

Unable to stand for it, you stepped in front of the brunette, stopping him in his tracks. His gaze lifted from the floor, locking eyes with you. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, doing your best to reassure that he was a great hero. At the very least, he was a hero to you.

It warmed your heart to watch as that cheesy smile graced his face once again. He pulled you close, giving you an overdramatic smooch on the lips. He began babbling on about how amazing you are. He let it be known how impressed he was with you, asking if you would join ryusetai. He claimed he already had a costume ready for you, too.

“You have what it takes to be a great hero of justice! Surely, with your help, Ryusetai will become even stronger! We will vanquish evil!”

You listened to him chatter happily once again as he led you to whatever he had planned next. You were sure that wasn’t going to be the last heroic thing Chiaki would do today, but you didn’t mind. After all, that’s what you loved about him.