#btw they would get slapped and thank you regardless. so head pat them as much as you want as roughly as you want

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CATRAKU LOOKS SO... S-SO... NNNHHSHSHAAAAAAAAAHHHHH *caresses him violently*

PATS.. BUT VIOLENTLY

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bff!jaemin

summary: a part 2 to student!jaemin where you have him stuck to your side almost 24/7 because that’s what best friends do apparently (1.8K)

a/n: a cute collab with @busanine, hers being how jaemin becomes your bff and this being what it’s like to be bffs!! gif creds

it’s pretty much impossible not to be jaemin’s bestfriend when he’s always wherever you are.

“sooo,” you lean against the door frame to the bathroom, a toothbrush in your mouth, “when exactly are you leaving?”

jaemin spins around on your chair to face you from your desk, his fluffly hair swinging with his momentum, “hmmm” he pouts, squinting upwards as he taps his chin with a finger, “never.” 

then he sends you a stupid grin, eyes turning into crescents 

“jaemin” you groan, moving back into the bathroom to spit into the sink

“y/n” he whines back, an echo of your tone, craning his head back and spinning in the chair again

there’s nothing jaemin loves more than teasing you, being with you—anything to do with you

to him, there aren’t enough hours in a day to love you as much as he believes you deserve and believe it or not, he’s vocalized those feelings more than enough times already

“don’t you have somewhere else to be?” you close the bathroom door behind you once you’re done

this boy is always in your room; he’s there so much you wonder why he even has to pay rent for his own one

what’s worse is he’s there ‘just because’

you like to complain

but jaemin knows you secretly love his 24 hour company—you’d just never admit to that to his face

“somewhere like your bed?” you sit with a puff on your duvets, “it’s late and we start really early tomorrow jaems”

“nope” with a pop of his lips, jaemin flops down behind you, quickly getting a little too comfy for your liking, “I have nowhere to be.”

with a stupid grin on his face, he brings his hands up behind his head before closing his eyes. him spending another night at yours honestly shouldn’t be a surprise anymore

and despite a secret part of you wanting him to stay, you know he can be such a cute distraction you end up not doing any work

you send jaemin daggers, jokingly hinting for him to leave, “go sleep in your own bed”

feeling your stare, he opens one eye to look at you with a cheeky smile, “who needs sleep when I have you” 

that comment makes you roll your eyes then fall flush into the duvet beside him, “attachment issues much?” you tease

“I’d miss you even if we’d never met” 

the unnecessary flirty comment makes you pull the pillow from under your head and swing it into his stomach

“oww!!” 

jaemin scrunches up into a ball giggling between his groans

“you’re so needy” you pinch his side

which makes him let out a giggly squeal before he’s launching himself towards you to attack back

♡ 

when you say jaemin is always around, you genuinely mean jaemin is always around. even on days when he has no lectures, he wakes up and goes out of his way just to walk you to class—sometimes he’d even buy you a morning drink lowkey only because he’s buying himself one and he’s too nice not to get you one too

you give jaemin a judging look as he sips his coffee, “you’ve already had one of those”

“two actually,” jaemin corrects you like it was something to be proud of

“that’s not a good thing you know”

“‘that’s not a good thing you know’” jaemin playfully mocks you with a stupid voice and funny face

so you pinch his cheek, hard

your face scrunching up in the process because you love hate having to deal with this lil shithead

but instead of whining and craning away from your touch, jaemin brings his face closer to yours, pursing his lips into a kissy-face and closing his eyes making your face jolt back

he enthusiastically sends kissing noises in your direction because he knows it’ll make you back away

and jaemin couldn’t have been more right; immediately you shove your palm into his face and wrench away from his lips

“stop!!” you laugh at his tactics

“I’d never stop loving you” 

“oh my god—”

jaemin takes you to class so often even the people on your course recognize him, even when you refuse his offer and practically force him to stay in bed, he always gets the better of you, reassuring you that seeing you every morning is what makes him happy

once you reach your classroom, you try to shoo jaemin away but like usual he refuses to leave until he’s given you a kiss

“jaemin stop it!”

“just—y/n!—come here!!” 

you’re trying to shove him back by the chest but his hands are gripping onto your shoulders and his pursing lips are nearing your cheek

you even crane your neck away as far as possible but he pushes himself up on his tippy-toes to get even closer

“jaemin!!!” you squeal when he smashes his lips onto your cheek—regardless, you’re still giggling at his antics 

and when he’s finally satisfied, he pulls back with a beaming smile on his face

“jaemin!” you try to smack his arm but he dodges it, laughter erupting from his throat

“smell you later!” then he’s jogging down the hall

“is that your boyfriend?” your classmate says once you find a seat

surprisingly, this isn’t the first time you’ve heard this, “no, not even close” you shake your head at the thought of that idiot being your boyfriend, “we’re best friends” 

♡

the only time you get away from high energy jaemin is when he’s napping in your bed

sometimes you’d come back from a lecture to find him curled up in your duvets, his hair messy and face relaxed

sleeping jaemin was the cutest thing

and you can’t help yourself from smiling at him every time

when you really can’t resist, you let yourself play with his fluffy hair, softly moving it out of his face once, twice— three times more that you practically end up carding your fingers through his hair completely

sleeping jaemin was just so soft

but you’re wrong to think his loss of high energy meant loss of affection

jaemin loves to wake up to you brushing his hair

so when you do, he reiterates your affection tenfold

without even opening his eyes, jaemin snuggles closer to where you’ve sat sinking into the bed and slips his arms lazily around your waist pulling himself so close that he gets to nuzzle into your warmth

with your hands still in his hair, you watch his pink lips turn up into a cute smile, “aren’t you going to ask me what I dreamt of?”

you pat down the top of his bed-head hair, “why? what did you dream of?”

“you”

as much as you want to pinch him out of annoyance, you can’t even be mad because you should’ve seen that one coming

when you don’t reply, jaemin lets out a small giggle into your clothes

♡

there’s the occasional off-day when you think that jaemin will still be sleeping in your bed by the time you come back from class, but instead you’re greeted by an organized room and a note on your whiteboard blatantly filled with his love 

“y/n~ sad I couldn’t wake up to your pretty face~” 

“I did your bed for you :) I also ate some breakfast from whatever was in your kitchen :D”

“your flatmates are really nice btw” 

then a load of scribbly hearts around the text

sometimes there’ll be a terribly cute drawing on the side of it, almost like he’s forgotten to say what he really needed to say

“and I’m going out to meet some friends at sm~ meet me there!!” then more hearts

the last sentence always being the only necessary sentence 

later when you meet up with his friends, jaemin has to shove them over just so you can sit next to him

“thank god you’re here” jisung always says to you when you arrive 

mostly because when you’re not around, he’s the one who falls victim to jaemins unconditional love and affection

him or renjun you’d say jeno but jaemin likes to think that it’s jeno who likes to dote on him, rather than vice versa

hence why they’re all incredibly glad to have you there

and you feel the exact same about them

jaemin was the first one to properly introduce you to the boys 

you had only seen them around a couple of times, mainly because renjun was in your lectures

which meant the boys would meet up with him after class jaemin tackling him with hugs

and ever since then it was endless games of rock paper scissors, stupidly executed pranks and an escalation of noise pollution everywhere you went mark lee always having to politely clean up after you guys

but despite all that, you loved it, you loved them

“readyornot!!”

“rock-paper-scisSORS!!!!!!!!!1″

you’re heart drops when it’s just you and donghyuck left

the other dreamies giggling and slapping each other in excitement, until they all erupt into a fit of laughter at your loss of the game

if only you stayed in bed, if only you just wiped jaemins literally heart-filled message off your whiteboard, you wouldn’t be paying for all of your bestfriends’ drinks right now

“here I got it,” but later when you’re at the till, jaemin is already paying the bill for you

“you butthead” you playfully hit his arm, “I’m capable enough, could’ve paid for it myself you know? fair and square.”

“I know,

“but this way you get to owe me big time, how does a movie in your bed sound?”

“I’d rather ‘sushi’ than that.”

the cheekly smile plastered on jaemins face makes you immediately regret saying that

but before you can retract your statement, jaemin is already telling the rest of them how you’ve claimed ‘sushi’

“sushi!?!!” 

“you’re actually going to buy us sushi?!”

“suSHI!!”

“jaemin why—”

♡

however

despite jaemins flirtatious charm and lovesick nature, he understands that there’s always a time and place for it

so when needed, he never hesitates to give you a shoulder to lean on

“he doesn’t deserve you” jaemin whispers as he tucks you into his jacket with one arm, pulling you sideways into the warmth of his body

you sniff leaning your head onto his chest, “that was so dumb. I was so dumb. I should’ve never come, now I just look like an idiot.” 

jaemin hates to see you cry

so much it hurts

“you did nothing wrong” he rubs a hand up and down your upper arm to keep you warm from the night air, “really” 

you look out onto the campus lake, its soft breeze freezing your bare legs and drying the tears that washed away your makeup, “really?” you sniff

“okay maybe you can be a little dumb— ow!!” jaemin vigorously rubs the spot on his thigh you just pinched

and you finally smile for the first time that night

it makes the corners of his lips turn up in a proud grin

“thanks for coming to pick me up” you look to your feet in shame

but jaemin doesn’t care because it’s you, “anything for you” he presses a kiss to the top of your head

“I love you” you say

“I love you too” he whispers into your hair

[nuclear-reactions]

Companions react to synth Shaun calling them "mom/dad" (romanced please) btw love your reactions!

(Love abandoning my blog on a bi weekly basis. Codsworth, Dogmeat, and Strong excluded cause I think Shaun will mostly get “Shaun? You ok there buddy?” looks of confusion if he did that)

Hancock- He’dnever thought about kids, because that was always a far off prospect,a part of a future he always thought he wouldn’t live to see, ordidn’t want to focus on too long. Back in Diamond City, he alwaysthought he’d cash out long before any kid he might have had would bebig enough to remember him, or even speak. And if any of the ladieshe took to bed got pregnant, none of them told him. After becoming aghoul, he knew any hopes of being a father would be dashed. Sole wasthe first person that made him really even think about fatherhood.They had a whole little pre-packaged family for him to squeeze into.He’d thought of himself as Shaun’s dad for a long time now, butactually hearing it come out of the kid’s mouth, it hits him rightsquare in the chest. He gets more choked up than he anticipated. Heactually has to bite down on the start of a whimpering sob, and itcomes out in a strained squeak. “You okay?” Shaun asks. Hancockclears his throat, but his voice still cracks when he says, “Y-yeah,squirt, I’m alright. Just got a uh, frog caught in my throat.” He’sbeaming the rest of the day.

Deacon- He’swearing his shades and a hat pulled low, face mostly hidden behind acrinkled newspaper, and Shaun passes him with a casual, “Hey dad.”Then he’s on his way again. He’s almost shaken. Not just because thatwas the first time Shaun had used that word, but because he’d soeasily seen through him, and not just his disguise. Deacon relied onbeing illusive, staying far enough from the bear trap that waspersonal attachments, lest he end up chewing off his own leg toescape when it inevitably clamped down too hard on him. Better toavoid them entirely, before they trapped you. He had been careless.Had let Shaun and Sole get close, and now his stomach churned fromthe wave of guilt pulling him under. Worse than his own neglect wasthe feeling of rightness in that word. It didn’t hit his ears asbeing inherently wrong, a word not meant to describe him, like‘Deacon’ had been once. He liked Shaun. He liked being 'dad’. Heliked being Shaun’s dad. He swipes off his glasses and pushes off hishat, more naked than he could remember being in years, and can onlylaugh at himself, baffled. “What am I gonna do with you, kid,” hemutters, but he knows the answer. He leaves his things behind andfollows the one, truest thing he has.  

Piper- Shaun hasactually called her 'mom’ several times before it really sticks outto her. She likely wouldn’t have noticed if Sole didn’t jokinglyrepeat the word once, after Shaun asks for a few caps to grab a bowlof noodles from Takahashi. It’s then that the full weight of it sinksin. A warmth instantly flushes through her chest and into her face,and she has to clap her hands on either side of her cheeks. “Hecalled me mom,” she says, incredulous. “I’m mom.” Sole can onlylaugh, “You know he’s been calling you that for weeks.” She feelsembarrassed at her own thick skull, but giddy at the same time. She’dbasically raised her little sister, yet Nat had no choice, she washer blood after all. That Shaun had chosen her, weighed his optionsand decided, yes, she was 'mom’- there were no words for it. She hadnever been more grateful, and when he returns from Takahashi, shesweeps him up in a hug that lasts long enough he complains loudly.And again he calls her 'mom’, in a petulant and drawn out groan thatstill makes her tear up.

Curie- It was hardcoming to terms with her feelings for Sole. They had been exceedinglypatient while she worked out the tangle of her new emotions, foundout how to live without stooping to the base impulses that insistedshe spend every moment in Sole’s wake. Like a rat tapping a buttonwired to the pleasure center of their brain until they died ofstarvation. She just felt good around them, and eventually, goodaround Shaun as well. She couldn’t imagine a life without either ofthem. It took time to temper that feeling, so new and alien to her,until she felt comfortable when not in their presence. Perhaps it wasthe already intense love she felt for both Shaun and Sole that madeaccepting motherhood easy for her. She knew the importance of amother in a child’s life, or at least a soft figure they could relyon, so she tried being that for him. The one constant in an otherwiseharsh world, eager to grant him no reprieve from the horrors beyondSanctuary and the protection of his parents. The first time he says,“Love you, mom.” she chokes up. It’s the first time her keenanalytical mind could make no sense of what she felt, the sensationstoo human and overwhelming, but she hugs him tightly and lets thetears pearl in her eyes. She loves him too, and somehow, knowing (orat least guessing) that he must have felt that same overfullsensation in his heart that she did in hers, she’s never felt sohuman.

Nick- Technically,he and Shaun might have been more closely biologically related thanShaun and Sole. So far as either of them were 'biological’ to beginwith. To him, Shaun and Sole were family, regardless of what any ofthem were made of. But being family and being a dad were twodifferent things, so when Shaun busts out that little one syllableword, it stops Nick dead in his tracks. He almost thinks he shortcircuited. “What was that?” Shaun looks up at and blinks. “Isaid thanks, dad.” There was definitely no mistake that time, thekid called him dad. He stares, completely dumbfounded, and swears hecan hear something audibly whirring in the back of his head as hiswheels spin uselessly. He doesn’t know how to respond. He just patshim on the top of his head, ruffles his hair just a bit, beforewalking out with a smile on his face and a warmth deep in his chest.It might have been petty to frame it this way, but he feels, for thefirst time, he has something the old Nick never had. Somethingentirely his own.

Cait- It makes hertense all the way up her neck and shoulders. Holy shit. The kidactually thought of her as a mother. She wasn’t a mother, shecouldn’t be, she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body. The onlymother figure she’d had in her life was the scum of the earth. If shewas a mom, she would be just like her, wouldn’t she? She would fuckup. She would make Shaun like her. She would infect him like her mominfected her. Hearing him say it almost sends her into a panicattack. She leaves without much warning and it takes an hour for herhands to stop shaking. All the shit she faced in the world and a kidcalling her 'mom’ was the thing that terrified her the most. Shealmost had to laugh at how pathetic that was. Only after hours oftalks and more than a few tears between her and Sole can she stand tohear the word without grimacing, but even then, it sends her mindbarreling through all the reasons she didn’t deserve the title.

MacCready- Hehadn’t impeded on Shaun’s life, had been working slowly, movingfurther in his life by increments. He didn’t waltz in the first day,slap a baseball cap on his head and insist Shaun call him 'Pops’. Hehad been a kid once, and any adult that tried too hard to seem likeone of the good ones was an adult he didn’t trust. Kids could pin aphony a mile away. So MacCready had been patient. Never oversteppedhis boundaries, and made sure Shaun knew he would respect linesdrawn, as most kids have never been told they could draw lines adultswould find worth respecting. It wasn’t long before Shaun ran to himfor an understanding ear and a shoulder to cry on. The first time hecalled him 'dad’ was through tears over a schoolyard taunt, and ittook every bit of strength he had not to end up bawling right alongwith him. When it was settled and he’d sent him away with a bit ofwisdom (“You can hit a kid in the face with a sock full ofmutfruits really, really hard and it doesn’t leave a mark. They can’tsnitch if there’s no proof you hit 'em.”) he’s left to run the wordover in his head again and again. His brain plays tug of war betweenjoy and a longing ache for his son so far from him.

Preston- He’dalways expected, when he had a little one of his own, that hearingthem say 'dad’ would be the highlight of his whole life. It is, in away, but there is no awe-stricken realization, no tears. Shaun is hisblood- what else would he call him? It isn’t that the title isunimportant, nor mundane, just that it feels so natural, it neverstrikes him as out of the ordinary. It’s what he is, after all. Thetrue importance only dawns on him when one day, while Shaun isplaying fetch with Dogmeat, and a settler nearby smiles at him. “Thatyour son?” No one ever asked him that. They never really had to, itwas no secret his relationship with Sole, and most people inSanctuary knew every detail of where Shaun had come from, wherePreston fit into the family. His chest swells unexpectedly at theprospect. At the thought that yes, Shaun was his son, and he his dad.He nods. “He seems like a happy boy,” the settler chuckles.Preston rubs the back of his neck, “Well, I’m trying…” And thatwas it really. He was trying to make him happy, keep him safe.Sometimes it was effortless, sometimes not, but he was trying, andthat was all he could be expected to do.

X6-88- A naggingpedantic streak told him that no, he was not Shaun’s father, couldnever hope to be half the man Father had been. For all hisconflicting feelings on the Institute, the Shaun he had known wasstill a man he respected, had admired, as much as a Courser wascapable of that sort of thing. They were built for cold calculationsand solid logic- idolatry was never a facet of their programming.Even beyond not measuring up to the man himself, X6 found it hard totake the innocent comment in the way Shaun likely intended it. As away to convey how Shaun saw him. He had never been overly familiarwith either Shaun or Sole, even after the months they’d beentogether, as gentle as Sole had tried to be with him. They had wantedto ease him into a more human place in the world, but it hadn’treally clicked for him. Yet he couldn’t deny the way that word fellon him, with a heavy and comfortable sort of weight, like a burden hesomehow knew he could carry. Wanted to carry, wanted to be close tothe boy and Sole, wanted to be called that again and again, wanted toallow himself to want in the first place. For the first time in hisexistence, X6 found himself wanting something, a selfishness he,until then, would have considered himself incapable of. He wantedthis.

Danse- With nomemories of his own parents, or any family to speak of in Rivet City,Shaun and Sole had come to mean a lot to him. He loved them, and themere presence of that deep well of emotion made him feel human, likehe felt before the revelation that saw him banished from theBrotherhood of Steel. That Shaun was like any other kid, that helpedtoo. That gave him hope. When Shaun looks up at him with bright eyesand ends a simple question with a casual “Is that ok, dad?” Danseis struck with just how unprepared he is for it. He wrestles with howto answer, this is a big moment hidden in something small, after all.Does he let himself tear up? Does he hug him? What he settles onfeels alien and uncomfortable for him, but he reaches down to ruffleShaun’s hair and in a voice that is almost not his own, says, “Sure,s-…son?” Of all the reactions he could have gone for, he lands onthe one that hits him as the most awkward. Shaun can only arch abrow. “Uh… ok. Thanks, dad?” The word 'son’ slips once more outof his mouth and he has never been so thankful for Shaun’s departure,so he can bury his face in his hands. He’s happy, but he’s alsoembarrassing.