#but i am tired. and starved for attention and ready to be done. so here we are

[buttercuparry]

URGENT: 2 GAZAN GFM, EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Long post but I need your attention!!

I am here to bring attention to 2 fundraisers which have been stagnating for a long time.  I am generally wary of punching together more than one fundraiser in a post because more often than not, even if the textpost gets sufficiently boosted, with notes reaching upto 4k or above, there  isn’t really a difference made in the fundraisers themselves. But still I am attempting something here. Please cooperate and have the patience to completely read through to reach the poll at the end. That is the most important thing here !! If done right,we can truly help these gfms. We are attempting to raise at least 2k for each of the families and it would not be possible without your participation. 

1. Alaa Amsee, reblogged by 90-ghost , has been struggling with her gfm since May. With only 5.18% of her goal raised till now, Alaa has begun to despair. Alaa has 2 beautiful children- Maria and Hazem, both of whom have fallen sick due to lack of access to proper sanitation. Alaa herself has contracted Hepatitis A and is very weak, because she cannot keep down even the meager amount of food she has access to. The family is malnourished, starving, tired from fighting illnesses without access to medical care. On top of that- they are facing bombing in Deir al-Balah currently!! They have almost lost hope of finding any sort of help from the Tumblr community. Alaa says that Hazem, who is only 3 years old, has started to talk only of war, bombs and tanks. Please donate and help soothe the heart of a mother. 

2. Mohammad Iwais is an entrepreneur from Gaza, who once lived a beautiful life. But soon his nightmare began when his house was bombed in the genocide. Not only that, the occupation has also murdered 10 of his family members- his sister was on death’s door too, after being shot by a quadcopter bullet. Luckily she survived, but Mohammed knows that luck is a very fickle thing in Gaza and he cannot bear to lose any more of his family members. After the smear campaign against Gazans, Mohammad was worried. He was ( in fact he still is) ready to lose every facet of his privacy. He hates it, but says if this is how his humanity can be judged, then so be it.  Please don’t make him go through such humiliation. Help him evacuate himself and the rest of his family. You can find all relevant info on the vetting here.

On tumblr we often have events where we get to push the silly buttons. The site went wild on April fool boops and vanilla extract. I want you to show the same energy here too- this is about someone’s life. Remember we are trying to raise at least 2k for each of these gfm. Please click on the relevant  option after you donate/boost and mention the fundraiser falling behind in the polls. 

Boost the post so that it can reach people! It is important please! Make sure you donate too, if possible.

[naruto-littlespace]

Akatsuki Littlespace Headcanons

I could and probably will write more, but I don’t feel like it right now, so here’s this.

Disclaimer 1: Littlespace, in the AU and in real life, is a coping mechanism for everything from everyday stressors to psychological disorders like PTSD. If you sexualize littlespace do not interact with this AU or me, I will block you.

Disclaimer 2: Littlespace in this post is slightly different from in real life, magic-ed up in a similar way to how ninjas are magic-ed up in the Naruto universe. Chakra-using littles actually revert to the size they were when they were their little ages, although they retain any bodily changes since then (little Kakuzu still has stitches, little Deidara would have hand mouths.) The exception of course is Sasori, whose body is manmade and doesn’t change. People also do not necessarily remember their big lives when they slip into littlespace, sometimes becoming confused about where they are and who they’re with. They will sometimes be confused about what time period they’re in as well, believing things to have happened that hadn’t happened yet in their little age but were far in the past in their adult age.

This isn’t how I’m going to treat littlespace w/ Naruto characters all the time on this account btw, it’s just an idea I’ve been playing around with, like the psychological defense of reverting to a childlike state inadvertently triggers a transformation jutsu to match.

Nagato:

Little age pre Yahiko’s death was 6-7, post is 2-4

Started regressing shortly after the formation of the original Akatsuki. She and Yahiko had to do research to figure out why their teenage friend had suddenly turned into a child, but after they learned they took care of him: treated him like a child, bought him kids books from the local thrift shop, tucked him into bed. He called them uncle and auntie.

He would stay in littlespace for a surprisingly long amount of time, for 4-6 hours on days between missions.

After Yahiko’s death he spent many days in a row regressed to age two. Konan scrambled to take care of him and handle her own grieving. After that was over he promised her she wouldn’t have to take care of him again.

Nowadays of course she still takes care of him when he regresses, but he tries to force himself out of it if he begins to.

He still has board books and stuffies, so if he does fully regress he’ll have one of his pein bodies bring them to him.

Being ~3 he doesn’t have the mental capacity to control all the Peins, so they just kind of idle for awhile.

Konan:

Little age is 3-5

Pre modern Akatsuki she didn’t like regressing at all and only did it involuntarily. She would handle it by either walking it off or reading Nagato’s board books by herself.

This continued pretty much until she started becoming friends with Kakuzu, who openly admitted he was a little (he thought she should know, in case it ended up delaying his missions--it was mostly so she would stick up for him to Pein. No, he wasn’t hunting bounties, there’s a perfectly logical explanation--)

So she had a bad day while she and Kakuzu were at the same base and went ‘can you please deal with me for a couple of minutes’ and he was like ‘ofc’ so she sat down in front of him and shrank down to a little girl and started crying. He picked her up and bounced her on his knee until she calmed down. She ended up staying little for a couple of hours because Kakuzu took her out of the office and telling her stories about his childhood while they prepared dinner.

Kisame becomes her caretaker too when the three of them start dating.

Sometimes she starts crying inconsolably about something she won’t talk about other than someone leaving her and something being unfair. Pein showed up during this one time and said he knew what she was talking about and it was none of her cgs’ concern which ofc made them concerned but they haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her about it.

Itachi:

Little age is 2-4 but since her chakra is often very low so she doesn’t always physically become that tiny.

She didn’t regress until after she joined the Akatsuki, but when she did Kisame wasn’t surprised. He reintroduced himself as her babysitter, slipped her a lollipop and took her to a library to pick out some kids books.

Loves to be pampered. Oh god it’s the only time she can relax at all

Wears reading glasses because they can’t get her in to an eye doctor appointment

She’s trans in this au because I say so

Likes playing with weasel and crow toys, esp when her caretaker (usually Kisame, Konan and Kakuzu as well when they’re around) plays the weasel and she’s the crow. She’ll tell stories where they go out to the woods to train or just hang out.

She loves to sit in laps <3

She eats a lot more in littlespace than out so whoever’s feeding her makes lots of food. For her to grow big and strong u know

Kisame:

Little age 0. He is just baby

Being reminded of the bloody mist triggers his littlespace, though he has to be in a bad headspace in the first place. It really does not happen often.

Post Akatsuki the first time he slipped was after he, Kakuzu and Konan started dating. Kakuzu woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of crying and woke Konan up immediately afterwards because holy sh*t there’s a baby in our bed!!

It was Kisame. Kakuzu picked him up and rocked him back to sleep. Konan asked how he was so good with kids and he was like ‘oh I had a baby once.’ She does not ask him to elaborate. Kisame wakes up as an adult the next morning.

They keep a container of powder formula for him if he regresses but won’t get him a pacifier because they’re afraid he’d bite off and choke on the teat. They have bottles but Kakuzu makes the nipples for them out of one of his threads on the spot bc he’d bite through literally everything else with his tiny demon teeth.

Sasori:

Little age is unclear (unlike some of the others, he’s never said it.)

Signs he’s in littlespace: stops talking, stops walking if he can afford it, walks unsteadily and a little bowlegged if he can’t. Stops using ninjutsu and if he’s near a kitchen he might try to eat despite not having a digestive system anymore. Has been known to ask where Granny Chiyo is. The answer is ‘back home.’

Deidara got him a pacifier and a coloring book. He does use them but not when anyone else is watching, not even Deidara.

He is a bit upset when he’s reminded that his body is wooden. He would like to feel things please. But he learns to just enjoy the sensation of squishing a stuffie and his jaw chewing on a paci.

Deidara:

Not actually a little. He just hasn’t gone through sh*t like the rest of the Akatsuki have, and has coping mechanisms for when he is having a bad time.

He caretakes for Konan when her boys aren’t around and for Sasori if he’ll let him.

Hidan told him about littles after Kakuzu regressed in front of him and thought Deidara might need to know because of how much baggage Sasori has (he doesn’t know what it is but he can smell drama)

So he looked out for Sasori becoming a kid and learned instead to look for him not acting like an adult. He walked out of Hiruko and tried to eat in front of him and Deidara had to tell him he couldn’t have a strawberry because it was bad for his health and not because it would probably make his insides mold. It’s weird but Deidara is also weird and he makes it work.

Kakuzu:

Little age is 9-10

Post Akatsuki the first time he regressed was in front of Hidan in the middle of the woods. He didn’t recognize him and immediately tried to run and then beat him up when he chased him. Hidan had to think fast and tell him he was his new neighbor and pretend to be taking him home. The next time he was babysitting.

Sometimes asks where his husband is. The first time Hidan heard this his response was ‘what the f*ck’ and Kakuzu told him that was a bad word.

Enjoyed activities include reading, sparring, and to the surprise of some, hunting. He’s not bad w/ a bow and arrow.

The best way to keep him in/make him feel comfy in littlespace is to make him a meal. U can let him help to the extent that he sets the table or pours the drinks or smth (because he will ask) but take care of the food for him, because he hasn’t had someone else handle that for him in a long time.

Regressing isn’t necessarily a common thing for him to do but he’s one of the only ones whose regression can be triggered by physical pain as well as emotional. He can usually harden his skin to block attacks but if he doesn’t in time he may turn into a ten year old. It actually can surprise an opponent enough for Hidan to be able to take them out.

Hidan:

Not a little either.

Knew about littles bc there was an old man in his village who had ptsd from some long forgotten war and sometimes turned into a six year old.

Caretakes for Kakuzu pretty exclusively, unless Kakuzu is big and taking care of someone else, in which case he’ll help out if he’s feeling nice at the time. Itachi is actually his favorite to take care of because Itachi is a very manageable child.

Obito:

Little age varies wildly from about 1-11. He blocks his physical regression because he regresses Often and doesn’t want to blow his Madara cover.

He has been regressing since p much immediately after he got crushed. Madara was really having none of it and went from patiently waiting for him to become ‘big’ again to pretending it wasn’t happening, forcing Obito back into a uh. ‘’Normal’’’’ headspace

The Tobi act is actually covering his littlespace though when he’s an adult he has no idea how to realistically act like a kid so when he’s actually a kid it’s kind of jarring for all involved

When he’s a baby he just screams. Not really crying in distress but screaming because he can

He’s so eager for attention. Please talk to him! Play toys with him!!! Read a book, eat dango, run around outside, catch bugs, train!!!

Never mentions Kakashi or Rin but sometimes will mention his grandma or Lord Fourth as if he is the current Hokage

[diavolosthots]

Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.” 

[postalenha]

mess that you wanted % doyoung

pairing: idolbf!doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff word count: 1.5k words requested: yes synopsis: both tired from your work; doyoung busy being an idol and you busy preparing for your company’s big presentation the two of you started arguing over the smallest things. warnings: one or two curse words idk, mentions of passing out due to starving, mentions of being hospitalized.

"you don't understand how i feel!" you shout as the argument between you and your boyfriend escalates. it all started when he asked you to eat before him and his members go for a schedule.

he tried to calm himself down before speaking, "y/n, how am i supposed to know what you feel if you won't tell me what the problem is?"

you glared at him, knowing damn well that you aren't able to tell him what the problem is because he was barely by your side. it's not like you're expecting much from doyoung, you know that he's busy being an artist.

but all you ever ask is for him to be there to listen to you like the way you listen to him whenever he tells you about the rude encounters he had backstage and how his day simply went.

"tell me what's up?" he asked as he cupped your cheeks, you were about to speak when you saw a head peeking at the door, "doyoung hyung." haechan called.

you both looked at him, "sorry, noona. but we have to go now." he smiled a little before heading out.

"tell me." doyoung continued to ask, "doyoung, you guys need to go." you told him, knowing that this isn't the right time to talk about the imperfections of your relationship.

"please-" he wasn't even done pleading but you cut him off, "doyoung!"

you started to feel bad as you see the shock in his eyes, "you should go." you said, trying not to speak with a shaking voice. he even hesitated to go until some of the members shout his name.

"can we talk about this later?" he asked, you harshly closed his eyes trying not to shout at him again, "doyoung, i'm kinda tired. i don't think i can keep waiting."

"please?" he plead with his eyes, the shouts from outside the door began to get louder, "just go." you insisted before removing his hands that had been holding yours for a long time now.

left with nothing, doyoung began to walk out of the room. still with care in his eyes as he closes the door.

once you heard the engine of their van start, you started to pack your things as fast as you could. because staying in here wouldn't help you unwind and calm down. you might even end up breaking some things that you don't want to break if you'll stay here.

you walked your way to the bus stop trying your best not to get caught by anyone while you walk out of their dorm. you don't even have enough energy to hide, but you tried to understand that once the media sees that there is a girl leaving NCT 127's dorm, they would make a big fucking fuss out of nothing.

as you sat on the bench, you started rummaging through your bag, trying to get your wallet. but once you put your hand inside, you knew that you left your laptop in their dorms. even though you wouldn't want to go back, there are important files there. you didn't work your ass off the whole week for your presentation just for it to be left there in the dorms.

with bottled emotions all you wanted to do was scream and curse the hell out of the world, but instead of doing that you just quietly walked your way back to the dorm. and your day couldn't go any worse, as it started pouring heavy rain and you don't even have an umbrella with you.

the instant that you opened the door to open the dorms, you felt an unexplainable ache in your head. the ceiling started getting shaky, but you ignored it and focused on getting your laptop. but even before reaching the table, the shaky living room began to turn black. and you fell on the floor, cold and alone.

on the other hand, doyoung and the other members started getting ready for a radio show but there is this feeling that can't keep doyoung calm. so taeyong tried to help him, "it's okay you guys will be okay."

"i know." he sighed, "we have to be."

"it will get better. i mean, both of you fought a lot but look, you're still together after all these years." taeyong tapped his shoulder.

he just kep quietly nodding while taeyong tries to cheer him up, "taeyong?" he called out, johnny stopped talking and just looked at him, "can i ask you a favor?"

"anything i can do." taeyong offers.

doyoung grabbed his phone and wallet, "can you make up an excuse for me? i have to go back to the dorms." he asked, "just say that my stomach felt a little upset or something."

taeyong nodded, "anything for you." he gave doyoung his car keys and the man rushed out the building, trying to get as little attention that he can get. he started driving fast back to the dorm that even flash himself is humiliated.

as soon as he arrived, he rushed inside. and there, he saw you there laying on the floor soulless. "y/n!" he shout at an instant, he tried to wake you up but you wont. so when he sees you breathing, he carried you into the car and hurried to the hospital.

a minute to an hour passed, but as every second go doyoung grows more worried and impatient. he thought to himself; if only he wasn't so busy and had time to be there for you, none of this would have happened.

"guardian for patient lee y/n?" the nurse called, so  doyoung immediately stood up. "she's currently in room 301, her doctor will tell you the details about her condition." she said before going, so doyoung ran as fast as he could to see you.

but since it is considered that today isn't your luckiest day, the elevators are taking too much time to reach his floor and he doesn't have enough time to wait for that. so he just climbed through the stairs.

and when he reached your room, he was barely breathing and hardly sweating. "sir, are you okay?" the doctor worriedly asked. doyoung nodded, "i'm fine, i just climbed using the stairs." he said.

"how is she?" the doctor answered, "she's fine. we just saw that she lacks some nutrients and was heavily dehydrated. but she will be okay, we put her on iv and prescribed her some vitamins that she can take."

with that said, doyoung was able to breathe properly. "she was also cold due to the weather, but again, she will be fine." he said. "no need to worry that much, just make sure that she wouldn't skip any meal and that she takes enough fluid." after asking some questions, the doctor goes out of the room.

doyoung kissed your  hand that he has been holding this whole time while he waits for you to wake up, "doyoung?" when he heard you call him with your weak voice, his eyes started to water.

"y/n." you're confusedly looking around, "why are we here?" you asked, while he patiently answers your question you started to feel bad.

"i'm sorry." he apologized, "this wouldn't have happened if i was a better boyfriend."

you shook your head no, "i disagree. i should be the one who should apologize, if only i listened to you. if only i ate more, this would never happen. but i was stubborn."

"no-" he was about to say something when taeyong barged inside, "okay stop with all the apologizing." he said followed by the rest of the members. "you guys should apologize to me! my new car is all wet now." he jokingly said.

"you lent it to me, and now you're angry?" doyoung argued in a joking manner. they continued to bicker the whole night you were there.

when you told doyoung that you're ready for a relationship, you have never pictured hanging out with his famous celebrity friends. not even the thought of them being there while you're resting on a hospital bed.

"okay! all of you can go now. y/n needs to rest." doyoung shoo his friends out the room. "goodbye y/n!" they said, so i waved my hand at them, "take care! eat the fruits we bought!" you hear johnny shout before doyoung shuts the door.

"sorry. i texted them earlier because i was so nervous." he said, "it's fine, they're fun to be with after all."

"yeah yeah, but no one compares to me, right?" he sked as the two of you sandwiched in the tine hospital bed. you smiled at him, "of course." then plant a quick kiss on his lips. "now, leave me alone." you said and rest your head on his chest.

"sleep tight, love." he said while he plays with your hair.

being a busy man's girlfirend it isn't the best. but you could say that having doyoung as your boyfriend isn't the worst. as he is more than just the doyoung who sings, but he's also the doyoung who thought you many things and helped you throughout anything. you were a mess but he still made you feel wanted.

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

maybe Y/N Stark is a new avenger, Peter see her before in a college party where they had very great sex. When she is introduced to everone. Wanda reading her thoughts finds out what happened between them. and CAOS. I love you xx

Okay see I love this because it plays into my favorite headcannon that (y/n) Stark is just a big party girl. My favorite trope is just like mean x soft, love someone who is just soft for their baby and that is so my favorite way to potray (y/n) Stark, like she’s just kind of brat expect for with Peter. Anyway I’m saying a big fat yes, and here she is. Hope you like it babe! Love you xx

Guys I am still doing requests and promts so please feel free to send some in, or even just hit me up, would love to be your bestie ��

Awkward

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: The first post hookup meetup is always a little awkward 

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(y/n)’s pov

New York city has to be the most magical place in the world, the lights are brighter, the buildings are taller, and the parties are way more awesome than the little boarding school dorm parties I’m used to. As a Stark it’s really just my social obligation to throw the best parties in the city though, and that’s a lot of pressure. I knew my New York debut would have to be awesome, so I rented out the 404 NYC and filled it to the brim with the best food and liquor money could buy, the most killer DJ I could find, and sent out an invitation to every socialite in the city. 

Then I invited Peter Parker, a boy I’ve only ever met in passing really, but he was important to my dad. Dad always used to tell me he thought we’d really get along, but we never really got the chance to know each other before dad passed away. Now that I’m in New York I want to try to be friends, he’s also the only avenger my age so if I want to carry on my dad’s legacy I think he’ll be a good teammate to have. From what I remember he was just a dorky, quiet kid, he’d hardly said two words to me the handful of times we had met. So you can only imagine my surprise when he walked in and the dorky little boy next door had become possibly the hottest boy in all of NYC. 

“Hey Peter,” I giggled as I waved to him, “I’m so glad you came.”

“Yeah, of course, I was a little surprised you invited me though…” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

“Oh yeah, I just figured a friend of daddy’s is a friend of mine,” I stopped one of the waiters walking by and passed Peter a drink, “Here, have this, it’s crazy good.”

He takes a little sip and nods, “Good. I’m glad you did, I was wondering if you were still gonna go to college out here after everything that happened.”

“Of course! I love New York,” I wink before taking a big swig of my own drink, “Plus I kind of wanted to give the whole Avengers thing a shot.”

“I heard, Fury said you’ve been talking about helping out.”

I nod, “Yeah, I don’t know if I really want to be a superhero per say, but it’s my dad’s legacy and I want to help out in some way.”

“Cool,” he blushed as he glanced down at his drink, “Sorry, parties aren’t really my thing still, I actually kind of just came to see how you were.”

“Aw,” I coo, “That’s so cute, I thought you would be, you seem more confident, you actually look me in the eyes now, mostly.”

He looked back up at me with a smile, “More confident sure, but I still don’t really go to parties.”

“Well you’re like an honorary Stark aren’t you?”

His whole face flushed red at that, “I don’t know about that.”

“Nah, you totally are, which means you’ve got to party like one,” I push the drink to his lips, “Chug that and we’ll get you another, then I’ll teach you how to dance,” I wink, downing my own drink to demonstrate.

He takes a deep breath and down the whole cup in one drink.

/

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how unusually warm it is, then it’s the arm around my waist. I roll over groggily and rub my eyes, giving myself just a few moments to take everything in. The first thing I spot is Peter, laying in bed besides me, naked. After checking him out for a second, what happened last night comes crashing back to my mind.  I feel my face start to burn, don’t get me wrong, he was great in bed, but I just know I totally corrupted him. Oops. 

It’s a little hard to feel bad when the sex was that good.

Peter’s eyes flutter open, looking over me sleepily before going wide eyed, “H-Hi,” he stutters.

“Hey,” I smile back, “You’re like a little space heater you know?”

“Uh, thanks,” he sits up very suddenly, looking a little frantic as he grabs his phone, “I-I’m sorry I really have to go, I h-have plans.”

I frown, watching him scramble back into his clothes, “No problem, I’m sure I’ll see you around?”

He nods, not meeting my eyes as he pulls his shirt on, “Y-Yeah, see you!” he’s out the door fast enough to give me whiplash.

Did I just get smashed and dashed by Peter Parker?

/

I feel awkward about what happened with Peter, I mean I had a good time but the more I think about it it just seemed like something was off that morning. I want to apologize or something, but I don’t have his number or anything. I was hoping he’d be at the Avengers tower while I’m in today, but no such luck. I feel really bad, I had a lot of fun with him, I really did want to be friends. He just really doesn’t seem like the type to hit it and quit it so I really feel like I did something wrong…

“Oh hey kid,” Bucky breaks my train of thought and draws my attention away from the papers I was looking over, “What are you up to?” “Looking over some of my dad's old suit plans,” I hum, “What about you?”

“After mission snack,” he smiles as he opens the fridge, “Peter and Wanda were right behind me.”

My eyes widen and I look right to the door, waiting for them to enter and debating what I should do. I guess just ask him to talk?

He meets my eyes as soon as he enters the room, his cheeks flush instantly and he clears his throat, “Oh, hey (y/n).”

“Hey,” I smile back.

Screw that fucking Spiderman suit, he should go to jail for looking like that.

“Hi (y/n)” Wanda smiles as she walks in behind him, “How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“Starving,” she rubs her stomach with a smile, “I need a snack,” she heads right for the kitchen while Peter just stands a few feet away from me. “How was your mission?” I ask.

“Good, nothing special really,” he crosses his arms over his chest, “How have you been?”

“Good.”

How do I bring this up? I mean normally if I hook up with someone I don’t care that much about talking to them after, but I really liked hanging out with Peter at the actual party too. He’s awesome in bed, let’s not pretend he isn’t, but he’s funny too, and wicked smart. Plus he’s a lot nicer than most guys, I don’t know, I just really got along with him. I really hope I didn’t ruin things between us.

“Well I’m just gonna grab a snack too,” Peter pushes his hand through his hair, a light pink color dusting his cheeks and nose, “I’m pretty tired…”

“I bet, you should get some rest,” I cross my legs and turn back to the notes, only to spot Wanda staring at us, “What?”

She smirks, “Nothing, nothing.”

I frown, “Okay, not nothing, what is it?” “You two are just having some interesting thoughts,” she snickers.

Both Peter and I flush red while Bucky cocks his head in confusion, “What are they thinking about?”

She gets ready to speak but I’m quick to interject, “Nothing.”

“The kids were just having a little fun,” she smirks, “Come on Bucky, I think they need a little alone time.”

He went wide eyed, “You two better not try anything in here.”

“Jesus Christ we won’t!” I snap, “You two are gross!”

“Oh I’m gross?” Wanda raises a brow, “I know exactly what’s going on in that little head of yours,” she glances towards Peter, “She’s into the suit Peter.”

“Hey!” I glare at her while he blushes, “Don’t kink shame me.”

“I’m gonna go throw up,” Bucky snatches up his food on his way out. “You better leave to,” I threaten Wanda, pointing my pen at her as threateningly as I can.

She starts laughing, “Yeah I’m getting out of here before you two start getting heated,” she winks to me as she saunters out of the room, “Wrap it up this time!”

“Hey!” I snap, my cheeks flushing once more, “I have an IUD,” I try to assure Peter, who seems to be malfunctioning, “Uh, you good?”

His mouth hangs open for a minute before he speaks, “I’m really sorry about them.”

I shrug, “It’s fine. I really did want to talk to you alone though, I’m really sorry about the party.”

He knits his brow, “Why are you sorry? I had fun at the party.”

“It seemed like you regretted it,” I bite the inside of my cheek nervously.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, “I don’t regret it. I shouldn’t have left like I did though, I promise I’m not normally like that.”

“Oh,” I don’t really know what to say, “So you really just had to go?”

He averts his eyes before shaking his head, “I kinda panicked?”

“Panicked?” I chuckle, some of my nerves starting to ease out, “Why?”

“I just haven’t really done that before…” he blushed.

My jaw falls open, “Oh my God Peter I am so sorry, I had no idea. I should have asked if I was your first th-”

“No, no! Not like that, I’ve slept with people before,” he shakes his head, “It’s just always been with long term girlfriends. I just didn’t really know what to do when we got up and I panicked.”

I can’t help the small laugh that escapes from my lips, “That’s really cute Peter, and I mean what you did was fine, I was just a little disappointed I guess. I mean I had a lot of fun just hanging out too so I was kind of hoping we could have kept hanging out, but if you just wanted a one night stand that’s fine too.”

“W-Well I wanted to keep hanging out too, I guess I should have just asked,” he laughs lightly at himself, “Sorry.”

“You can make it up to me by taking me on a date sometime,” I shrug, “You know, just if you still wanted to hang out sometime.”

He goes wide eyed before clearing his throat, “Oh, um, yeah, I should do that. Do you, uh, have plans tonight?”

I shake my head, “Nope.”

“Cool, uh, would you want to go to the movies then?”

I nod eagerly, “I would love to.”

“O-Okay!” he grins ear to ear, “I’m gonna go shower though, and change! I’ll be back in ten?”

“I’ll be right here,” I smile back, “Can’t wait.”

“Me either,” he begins walking away but spins suddenly loudly declaring, “Oh!” before he spins back around. He presses a quick peck to my lips and bites his lips, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I blush, my stomach filling with anxious butterflies, “I’ll be waiting.”

[skinofakiller]

babe pls tell me more about dark/monstrous cullens. i would love to hear how you think beau/bella would interact with the cullen family if they were the only one who could see them for what they were really are

tw: discussion of death, suicide, animal attacks, sexual assault, war

oh my gosh I love you ok SO

to start, I think it would have been really cool if this perfect, flawless version of the Cullens was more of an illusion than anything else. it’s not real, it’s just an adaptation; something to make it easier for the predators to lure in their prey. beneath it, they look human. more specifically, they look how they died. 

Edward/Edythe, for example, died of the spanish flu. I’ve done a lot of work transcribing, translating, tagging, and describing spanish flu documents. I am telling you now, it did not leave behind a pretty corpse. E’s eyes should be sunken in and his cheeks hollow, he should look faint and gaunt and tired. picture perfect model? absolutely not. iirc he was the only one with a building death, I’ll call it, the rest were sudden/abrupt but Edward should look haunting. I have a line in my fic (here it is if you’re interested!) that hints at the idea “[...] but she also wondered why Alice was the one that got ‘weird’ as her descriptor when Bella was sat next to an angry, starving statue of a child.” 

Alice moves too fast. her gift makes her move in a way humans would view as glitchy, because in her head she’s already done the steps in between. her reactions are too on the dot, she occasionally laughs for no reason, and her eyes are unfocused in an unsettling way when she’s having a vision. her movements are jerky and scattered, swinging between too fast and too slow in an attempt to counter the speed. 

Jasper is covered in scars. scars from the newborns and scars from the texan war for independence (FUCK stephanie meyer and her confederate jasper having ass) and scars from time he hurt himself both before and after death. he walks with a limp and a look in his eyes that screams “ready for war” despite never wanting to see it again. his eyes are constantly moving, constantly scanning the room, and his ability to manipulate how those around him are feeling is key to him remaining undetected, because even with the illusion his classmates still know something is Up. 

Rosalie probably looks the most human under the illusion, but I think the way she talks is her biggest tell. she talks like she’s from another time, and her voice is so sickly sweet and smooth it’s almost disturbing. where most people feel charmed by it, Bella knows something is Off. it’s too perfect, too soothing. its almost hypnotic, same as the way she moves. where Alice is too fast and jerky, Rosalie is too deliberate and precise. she spent her entire human life being groomed to marry up in the world, to gain and manipulate social status. she has scars from her attack, but she’s far better at concealing them than Jasper.

Emmett is a mess beneath the illusion. being mauled to death isn’t pretty, and it would leave him torn apart in a brutal way. I like to imagine that he has entire chunks/dents/gashes missing from his body, deep scars from the claws of the bear. and a hole in his shoulder, solely because I have a headcanon that he wasn’t alone on the hunting trip, and his friend did his best to shoot the bear/mercy kill Emmett and missed, getting his shoulder and Rosalie’s attention instead. in short, Emmett looks torn apart because he was, and in my head he has gnarly scars all the way up along his neck and part of his face as well. 

Esme threw herself off of a cliff, in 1921, shortly after giving birth in the tail end of the worst pandemic in the last 300 years. her body was broken, crushed and snapped, bones shattered and reset improperly. Esme almost looks like she was outlined with a shaking hand, her bones popping out in weird places and excruciating angles, her stomach swollen and her pelvis misaligned. part of her face is caved in. everywhere there was a major break can now move as if it was a natural joint, and part of the reason she stays at home most days is that people notice. they talk. Esme’s body was arguably the most broken when she died, and it shows. 

Carlisle was not on the verge of death when he was turned, but he is the oldest, and I like to think it shows. not necessarily in the sense that beneath the illusion, he looks ready to turn to dust, but in the way artifacts in a museum feel ancient, especially when surrounded by modernity. Carlisle sounds old too, voice gravelly and jaded, tainted by the centuries of use. his body itself cannot deteriorate, but parts of Carlisle certainly can. 

as for how I feel Bella/Beau would interact with them, I think there would be notable differences, but not enough to change the story as a whole in any radical way. part of Bella’s draw to the Cullens is how mysterious they are, but I definitely think that she would show more caution and restraint around them, and around the idea of being turned. Rosalie - whom objectively looks the least monstrous - is the one who vehemently hates vampirism the most. that has to say something about how horrific being a vampire can be, and it would certainly add a lot of weight to her choice. I do, however, think that seeing Esme would make Bella reconsider her idea to be changed post-partum. in my fic, I focus quite a bit on “something” which I’m using as a guiding instinct for Bella - its the part of her that wants her to run. to leave. to never face the Cullens again. it’s a manifestation of her later gift, one she got from Charlie, who respects the hell out of Dr and Mrs Cullen, in part for taking in those kids. he can vaguely see through the illusion, more brief glimpses than anything else, but it left him wary of the Cullen children as a whole. 

a line in my fic goes “ “They are… very nice-looking.” Bella struggled to get out. It wasn't a lie. None of them were ugly, but the something feeling they gave off made it hard to want to compliment them. They felt and looked dangerous, “pretty” just made that worse.” which I feel captures Bella’s thoughts and feelings towards the Cullens decently well. Something is always telling her to run, to look closer, to stare longer, to think harder. Something is always telling her she’s prey. the part of her mind that keeps Edward out is doing its best to keep her alive. she doesn’t listen, ultimately, but I think if she could see behind the mask, a lot of her choices would have been altered. 

[meow-sic]

they call you annoying

𓆝 includes : joe , langa , reki x !gn reader !

𓆟 genre : angst to fluff !

𓆞 authors note : back to writing! :)

joe / kojiro

you followed behind kojiro with cherry. today was supposed to be a nice day, if joe didn’t have to flirt with every girl he saw.

you and cherry talked about mindless things until you and kojiro got to the car. you hugged cherry goodbye and he told you to text him later.

you got in the car, kojiro didn’t even notice your off behavior. he put a hand on your thigh in the car and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“today was fun, yeah?” he turned on the car and began to back out of cherry’s driveway to go home.

“mhm,” you mumbled back, looking out the window. he was confused, but he brushed it off maybe thinking you were tired from the day.

“so…when do you think we should do that again? maybe we can invite langa and reki next time?” he tried to lighten the air.

but you kept shutting it down, only replying with a: “yeah” or “mhm” or sometimes, just a nod of your head.

once you got home you instantly went to your shared bedroom with a slam of the door. he huffed and threw his arms up in the air in confusion.

he mumbled a few curses under his breath in frustration, but he walked up to your room and knocked.

“hey, you okay?” he asked as he opened the door and walked in. you were sitting on the bed.

you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him forever, not when he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder sympathetically.

you wiped the few tears that threatened to fall. “i just- i don’t like it when girls are constantly around you,” you expected endless apologies and affirmations.

but instead, he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder and scoffed. “what? i cant help that girls are around me all the time.”

your mouth dropped agape and your eyebrows furrowed. “e-excuse me? i’m trying to tell you how i feel and you’re literally dismissing it! what, because you want-what? female attention!”

“just because you’re insecure that doesn’t mean i can’t hangout with other people,” he scoffed. “you’re being so annoying right now.”

he didn’t look back at you until he heard sniffles. “wait i’m- i-“

“i’m going to go since, you know, i’m annoying,” you got up and walked out the room. joe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

after a while, once he talked to cherry about it, he goes to talk to you to apologize for the way he was acting.

you sat on the couch, arms crossed with your cheeks puffed as you watch tv. he smiles, he thinks you look adorable.

he comes up behind you and hugs you. “m sorry. you’re not annoying, and you weren’t being insecure. i’d be the same way seeing guys drool over ya.”

you simply sighed, not quite ready to forgive him yet. “you’re forgetting something.”

he made his way around the couch and layed his head on your chest. “and i love you.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, “mhm. i love you too.”

langa hasegawa

he’s usually so calm with you, patient, always waiting and willing to listen to your view of the story to make sure you’re most comfortable with him at all times.

but when he started to practice more, then he started to invite reki everywhere.

you adored reki, but you wanted some time with you and your boyfriend to yourself. you barely have any time anymore to yourselves.

you met him at his apartment, his mom was gone at work and you studied while you waited.

when he came back, it was pretty late. you turned towards him and gave a soft smile. “hey hon.”

“hey, you’re here late,” he hung up his work shirt on a hanger and changed into what he usually would wear to S.

“wa-wait are you leaving?” you asked, standing up. he furrowed his eyebrows. he usually leaves once work is done.

“yeah?”

“i just thought we could spend some time together,” you said quietly. he paused, “but we spend time together already.”

your heart paused for a moment. it was clear already he wasn’t going to see your point. you hesitated to reply, “yes.. but when we do, reki is always along. i thought we could have time to ourselves, maybe to watch a movie and something?”

“i fail to see your point.” he shot your statement down right away. “we hang out everyday, with reki or not we’re still together.”

you swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “langa, you don’t understand-“

“look, i really don’t have time right now and you’re being quite annoying about this topic. i promised i would meet reki and miya five minutes ago. you’re being quite a handful right now.”

and with that, he left. you rubbed your face in frustration and decided to leave. you didn’t even bother to leave a note or shoot him a text.

you were really upset that he excused his feelings. but, to avoid further argument of you being a ‘handful’ you decided to give him some space.

langa wasn’t that affectionate in public to begin with. a small hand hold, or head kiss was fine enough. but now, it seemed like you would want someone in between you two when walking.

one day, he asks you to come over. you were scared, you didn’t want to break up, and you figured that’s what he wanted to talk about. you just wanted to give him space.

so when you made your way into his room and sat next to him, you just broke down. the whole week of avoiding him was hell enough, but too add to it your mom was mad at you, you had too much homework, and you were overwhelmed with work.

he wrapped his arm around you and comforted you. “hey, hey what’s wrong? why have you been avoiding me all week?”

“because—“ when you went to explain yourself you realized how stupid you felt. you put your face in your hands. “i feel dumb saying why.”

he shushed you and rubbed the side of your arm. “it’s not dumb if it made you avoid me for a week. you can tell me, promise.”

“last week you called me annoying and a handful. i just didn’t want to be annoying to you so i thought giving you space would help. i was scared to tell you how i felt since when i did you just went off to skate with reki after i told you i was upset about that.”

he pause for a second to take your words in, then he sighed. “i was being a jerk, and i didn’t mean any of it. i’m sorry for dismissing your feelings, how you feel is totally valid and i’ll try working on it. you aren’t annoying, okay?” he pushed your hair away from your face to cup it so he could kiss your nose.

“how about we watch the movie you wanted to last week, yeah?”

reki kyan

reki was back into his seasonal depression episode. it usually happens towards the winter, where school gets stressful, skating also gets stressful where he wants to do nothing but lay around.

langa and miya have told you about his seasonal depression, but you didn’t think it would be as bad as it is.

his mother stood in the doorway, “oh, good, you’re here! reki is in his room, he’s going through a tough time right now.”

you nodded and walked past her. you creeped open the door and knocked on it with your knuckle.

he didn’t look good. his hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty, and it looks like he had just woke up.

at 12:10pm.

“reki..” you sighed and walked over to him. you sat by his legs and brushed his hair with your fingers. “honey i know it’s tough, but why don’t you take a shower?”

he groaned. “no. cant.”

you weren’t sure how to comfort him. you wanted to give him what he wanted, and leave him be, but you knew he would never get better then.

before you could even say anything he spoke up. “why are you guy even here?”

“langa told me that you were having a tough time..” you trailed, still playing with his hair.

something in him must have snapped, because he wacked your hand away and sat up abruptly. “i am, so i think you should leave.”

you scoffed slightly. “reki, i know you’re going through a tough time but you can’t speak to me like that, i just want to help.”

“we’ll clearly you’re not helping so leave,” his eyes stared you down. your entire happy mood of trying to help him and being excited to be with your boyfriend was ruined.

“bottling up how you feel won’t help reki!”

he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “fine! you want me to tell you how i feel?” he yelled.

you flinched slightly at him yelled and swallowed the lump in your throat. you just looked down at your lap while he stood up in front of you.

“how i feel is that you’re annoying and clingy! i cant ever have a moment to myself, you always try to act like you need me! you don’t need me and i don’t need you!” his breath was heavy and his voice cracked as he yelled at you.

you sobbed. you didn’t-couldn’t say anything. you just got up and left. he sighed, irritated and ran his fingers through his hair again. he felt the warm spot in the back of his head, the spot where you were petting, trying to comfort him.

he knew he screwed up. so the week after that, he gave you flowers, apologies, kisses, and affirmations to make you feel how you did before.

but it could never heal what he did say to you, those words stuck with you. so now you always try to give him space. you try not to be annoying, and clingy like he said. the week of sweet things he did for you wasn’t enough to fix the wounds he’s caused.

“you’ve been really spacious recently. is everything alright?” he asked one night while you two were cuddling in his room. you were actually quite far away from him.

he was feeling pretty touch starved, and craved your touch. but all you replied with was a “mhm, i’m fine.”

“are you sure? you can always talk to me.”

all the emotions you tried to keep from him finally let out. you covered your face, embarrassed, as you cried.

he quickly hugged you, “hey you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“do you really think i’m annoying and clingy?” you asked.

he remembered that night, making him upset you believed his words that he didn’t even mean. “no! oh, God, of course no! honey, you’re not annoying or clingy.”

“you sure..?”

“yes! i’d never mean it, ever in a million years,” he kissed your head. he continued to hold you until you relaxed into his arms, and eventually fell asleep.

[rowanaelinn]

Fire on Fire - Chapter Six

this is finally going somewhere! i had to cut this chapter in two otherwise it would have been six thousand words so… sorry for the cut😬

Warning for sucidal thoughts in this chapter.

chapter five // chapter seven

“She did not!” Aelin laughed loudly, still in her nightclothes. “Why do we always miss that?”

“Miss what?” Sam asked as he entered the room, two bowls of cereals in his hands. He gave one to Lysandra and brought two spoons so Aelin could eat in his bowl. Lysandra and Aelin just woke up, it was four in the afternoon and Aelin didn’t eat anything since last night, so she was starving.

Aelin, Lysandra, Nehemia, and Sam might have partied a little too hard last night. So this morning, Aelin and Lysandra decided to stay home. Sam didn’t look happy about Aelin missing class but he didn’t say anything, knowing Aelin’s mind was made. He came back from school an hour ago and woke them up.“Gods, I love these cereals,” she moaned at the taste. Aelin loved food, and it showed on her body. The only good thing about her injury is that now she didn’t have to pay attention to everything she ate to fit in stupid costumes. She might miss dancing but she loved food more.

“I finished the last box, by the way.”

Aelin nodded, making a mental note she’ll have to ask Quinn to go grocery shopping as soon as she could.

“Leave me some, Lys,” Nehemia said as she threw herself on Aelin’s bed. She was glad to have a gigantic bed when the four of them were home, which is almost all the time lately. Nehemia threw her hair behind her shoulder, silently asking her friends to pay attention to them.

“That color suits you, Mia,” Aelin smiled and it was genuine. Nehemia had fresh new braids, they started black but ended in a deep ocean blue. The girl never wanted boring colors in her hair and almost everything suited her. Lysandra and Sam agreed with her, making Nehemia smile arrogantly. But Aelin knew that Nehemia was hiding a real smile behind that.

“Might dye my hair blue to match you,” Aelin said and Nehemia looked thrilled.

“Don’t you dare!” Sam said, turning to Aelin and almost spilling the cereals and milk on her bed. “Your hair is so pretty. Buy a wig but don’t you dare dye it.”

“Excuse me?”

He pouted, “Please?” Even with this ridiculous face, he stayed beautiful. She loved the twinkle of mischief, the hint of exasperation at her, and the kindness that made her feel good, the kindness that made her want to be the best person she could be.

“Okay,” She sighed and he had a victorious smile drawn on his face. “Let’s go for the wig.”

He smiled and kissed her, pout-ring all his love for her in it. She could spend years kissing him. “You two are gross,” Lysandra complained, Sam and Aelin pulled apart and Aelin sent her best friend a vulgar gesture.

“Anyway, Lys, what did we miss?” Sam asked again, this boy was the most curious of the four. He liked to hear gossip about everyone.

“Ansel was high at Nox’s party two days ago.” Aelin was sad they missed a party just to be at a Gala, but her parents were home for once and demanded that she was with them.

“You’re joking?” Nehemia asked and laughed as she took Lysandra’s spoon to eat some cereals. The brunette threw the dark-skinned girl a look that promised violence.

“You’ll never see me taking drugs, that’s for sure,” Aelin sighed and rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. “God, I already regret drinking twice in a week.”

“Good,” Sam said and she rolled her eyes.

The four friends spent hours talking and laughing together. They practically all lived at her home, anyway. Sam and Lysandra’s families were fucked up enough, so they spent their time here. Nehemia’s parents worked too much to notice that she didn’t come home most nights. Aelin’s parents were never here either, so she welcomed the company.

When it started getting dark outside, Aelin’s phone rang. She had no idea who called her but it could be one of her parents, calling her from wherever they were now or even Aedion who had a habit to lose his phone.

“Hello?”

“Aelin?” A deep voice asked and Aelin thought she recognized it in the back of her brain but she couldn’t put a name on who it belonged to.

“I’m not trying to be rude but, who are you?”

The man laughed and the sound gave her chills. “It’s Arobynn Hamel. Your mother was supposed to give you my phone number but I guess she forgot.”

Her body froze. Arobynnn Hamel. Of course, she knew that voice, she had watched enough interviews of him to become familiar with it, she even met him two days ago. She sat straighter in her bed, attracting the worried gaze of her three friends. With a more serious face than they had ever seen, Aelin motioned for them to remain silent.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry, Mister Hamel. She didn’t give me your number, I’m very sorry.” She was so embarrassed, Mala knew how much Aelin would be mad at her mom for it. Her friends looked surprised at who called her.

“Calm down, Aelin. It’s okay.” He comforted her as he laughed softly. “And call me Arobynn.”

“Alright.” She said and waited for him to explain why he was calling her, not that she wasn’t happy about it because she was. She just knew she would embarrass herself if she opened her mouth and started talking.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He asked and Aelin furrowed her brows. That was weird but exciting at the same time.

“No, I am free. Why?”

“We didn’t have a lot of time to talk Saturday and I think it’s a shame. I am still in Orynth for two days and would like to talk with you. Your mother told me you wanted to be an author or work in the publishing industry, is it true?”

“Yes,” it was the fastest answer of her life. Yes, she had always dreamed of working around books.

“From what I’ve heard, Aelin Galathynius, you are special. I’d like to see that by myself. Allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow and we can talk about your future.”

If Arobynn Hamel helped her… She could become a successful author. She could picture it, a small house, Sam at her side, a study full of books she wrote, a life away from the spotlight, a happy life. It’s exactly what she wanted. Special, he thought she was special.

“Dress code?”

He laughed again and Aelin couldn’t help but smile. “Something like the dress you had on Saturday should be good. I’ll pick you up at seven, is it good for you?”

“Perfect.”

They hung up and she looked at her friend, still surprised, and smile. She was thoughtfully happy.

“Aelin?” Aedion asked, tearing her from her daydream. “You there?”

“Sorry. What is it?” She was tired and hungover, she didn’t get lots of sleep last night and she was feeling the effects. Dorian had left early this morning, long before anyone woke up. It was better than having to face Aedion’s judgmental looks.

“I asked if your scholarship got renewed for next year, Lysandra got the answer in the mail yesterday so you’re supposed to have yours too, right?” She looked up from her bowl of cereals, confused for a second. When she met Rowan Whitethorn’s face, with the same confused expression as her, she remembered.

Lysandra, Aedion, and everyone else believed she got a scholarship, frankly, she had no idea how they believed her. But they never had a reason to distrust her, that’s probably the reason.

Most of her relation with Arobynn was secret and the money he spent on her was part of the lie.

“Yeah, everything is taken care of.” She smiled, it was the truth in a way. She dared to look at Rowan and she didn’t why, didn’t know how, but she knew he didn’t believe her. She could see it in his frown and eyes.

“Good,” her cousin smiled as he drank his coffee.

She smiled back, he was worried for her, she knew it. It’s exactly why she didn’t tell him anything, he didn’t need the stress. “I’ve got everything under control.”

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“What are you still doing here?” Arobynn asked, startling Aelin. She had been too busy on her computer to hear him coming. “It’s past nine, we finished hours ago.”

They both had worked for hours today and she was tired. “What are you still doing here?” She asked.

“I asked first, darling.” He sat in his chair in front of her. She was still in her seat, the chair almost belonged to her for all the time she spent on it. She wanted to be annoyed at him but today had been different. He had been different. He wasn’t the Arobynn she had known years ago but he was close, closer than he usually was lately. Aelin was pretty sure he hadn’t had a drink all day, which could explain his mood. That was a good thing.

“I’m writing and waiting for my cousin to check his damn phone so he can pick me up.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Broken,” she grilled through her teeth. The damn truck had decided not to work this morning, causing Aelin to have a nervous breakdown. “A friend of mine had a look at it and told me it would cost me more to repair it than to buy a new one, so here I am, depending on my cousin.” She hated it, hated to depend on someone. But it seemed to happen a lot lately, so she might have to get used to it. “What are you doing here?” She repeated.

“My meeting lasted two hours,” he said, his voice hard.

“Ah, sucks when you have to actually do your job, right?” She remarked and didn’t know if it was a reproach for the way he over-worked her or a teasing. Maybe both, she didn’t want to wonder about it too much.

“Someone’s feisty today,” he joked and she fought a small smile. “Ready for Monday?”

“I already told you no, Arobynn.”

“Why not? You finish the school year in four days.”

“I have a job, Arobynn. I can’t just-”

“Everything’s taken care of.” He cut her off with a smile. It was the kind of smile that told her he had done something and was feeling rather proud of it.

“What.”

“Did you know Rofle was my friend? After a drink or two, he agreed to let you come back in September, right after your internship at Hamel Publishing.”

“And you did that after I told you no?” Her tone was rising. “And are you friends with everyone here?”

He rose from his seat to stand right before her. She had to raise her head to look him in the eye. One of his calloused hands rested on her cheek, caressing her cheekbone. "You know how powerful I am." She did, Arobynn wasn’t just a successful author or the CEO of a publishing company, those were just hobbies for him. He had grown up in a rich family, had been raised to be like every rich people. He had learned how fake smiles and words were weapons, how to manipulate people. He had a way to manipulate everyone he called his friends, whether it was a picture, a video, or a letter. He had something on everyone. “I once promised you I would make you shine, Aelin. I won’t let a shitty job ruin that promise.” For years he had told her she was special, he had told her she could reach the stars should she just let him help her. And for years she had believed him, so she decided to do it again. She only nodded and it seemed to be enough for him.“I’m calling a cab for you.”

“No.”

“No?” His voice was surprised. “Is it because of the money?”

“For fuck sake Arobynn I can afford a cab ride,” that was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that. “I just… can’t.”

Understanding and pity flashed on Arobynn’s face and she had to keep herself from yelling at him for it. “You still can’t?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She said voice hard that didn’t let room for questions.

“Pack your things, I’ll drive you.” This was what Arobynn from four years ago would have said, what the Arobynn she had come to know would have said. In a flicker of hope, she said yes. Hope that she could erase what happened between them, that she would forget like Arobynn repeatedly asked her to, and just start again because she didn’t know how to survive another person leaving her.

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It was the middle of the night when Rowan heard her cries.

At first, he had ignored them, trying to give her privacy. It was unusual of her to let someone hear her, so Rowan thought it might be very bad. But after five minutes of cries, he couldn’t stay in his bed anymore.

When he walked into her room, his heart broke a little. She was in bed, sleeping, trashing against the sheets, crying, and trying to talk. Even with only the light from the bathroom, he could see the pain written all over her face.

He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t just walk back to his room and ignore her. So, he shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. She kept jerking in her bed as if she was fighting with the pillows and her blanket.

“Aelin,” he said, using both his hands to shake her. “Aelin,” he repeated louder. Her eyes jerked open, she turned her head several times, trying to figure out where she was. Her whole body shook and a second later she leaned over the bed and vomited her guts out. Rowan held her hair back, avoiding touching her directly so as not to overwhelm her.

When she lay back down in bed, she was still crying, her limbs shaking as if she were hypothermic even though Rowan could see the sweat glistening on her skin.

Rowan had only seen one person look so wrecked in his entire life, himself. He saw it every time he woke up and looked into the mirror. It was worse ten years ago because he had no idea how to hide it, in a decade he learned how to conceal everything. How to recognize which night was most likely to give him a nightmare, learned how to stay quiet while he felt like dying inside.

“You should take a shower,” Rowan said, voice softer than he has ever used with her. He had been wrong, so wrong.

“I don’t think I have the strength.”

“To shower?” He asked but there was no judgment, he only wanted to make sure.

“To live.” Her small voice broke and his heart did too. When she looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, Rowan didn’t see anything but desperation and loathing. He knew it wasn’t directed at him but at herself.

“Come here,” he said as he slid his arms under her body. “We’re gonna clean you up, okay?” He lifted her up from her bed, avoiding the content of her stomach on the floor as her weak arms curled around his neck and he guided her to the bathroom.

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[resonating-kitty]

Tomburgers - The New Favorite Place

A short, cute little fic of @warped-m0ss 's AU where Dream and Tommy create their own restaurant to cause problems for Wilbur and Quackity.

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It was a plan to cause problems on purpose but neither Dream nor Tommy could cook. Luckily Dream has just the plan and it turns out to be the best one yet.

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Their partnership has been a shock to the whole server and their announcement of their new business was even more so. Dream and Tommy, sick and tired of having to deal with whatever was going on between Las Nevadas and the newly established Paradise, put aside their differences and decided to team up - temporarily! Only temporarily - in order to cause as much grief for both places as possible. You know, causing problems on purpose.

They’d built their shop, a little hut on the back side of spawn. Tommy built the building while Dream did a bit of terraforming, even building up a small little water fountain as well as establishing outside seating. Once that was complete both went out to gather all the food they could, Dream brought back mutton, beef, pork, and a variety of fish. Tommy brought the vegetables, bread and sweets. It was when they got it all together and was almost ready to have their grand opening did the thought occur.

“Say Dream,” Tommy began with a pensive look on his face, immediately drawing the masked man’s attention, “We went and did all this but do either of us actually know how to cook?”

Dream paused, his mask actually obscuring his facial expression but Tommy knew Dream well enough to see the jolt that went through him, saw the way his shoulders dropped just slightly.

“We don’t.” Tommy confirmed and Dream nodded, once and hesitant. Tommy cursed. They had all the raw ingredients they could ever need, certainly much more than either of their opponents, and Tommy had been almost done writing up their menu as well, but if they couldn’t cook it then they couldn’t serve it. It was the rule and Eret held the right as the only licensed food connoisseur to shut any restaurant down if they didn’t meet their regulations for food prep that they had laid down.

“Maaaan” Tommy whined, sliding down to sit on the polished oak floor. Dream remained silent, head tilted slightly. He was thinking, Tommy realized but he didn’t know what they could do. They couldn’t trick Eret. The other had an uncanny ability to see through bullshit.

“How finished is your menu?” Dream asked eventually, slowly like the puzzles in his head were starting to come together.

Tommy sighed, “It’s nearly done but I don’t see the point in finishing it if everything we can serve is raw.” He fought the urge to roll his eyes but he did jump when Dream suddenly spun on his heels and hastily headed for the door. “Oi! Where are you going?” He called after, making Dream pause briefly in the doorway.

“Finish the menu Tommy. Leave everything raw.” Dream ordered.

“What?!” Tommy exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He huffed and glared, throwing his hand out, “We can’t serve raw food to people Dream! Eret won’t bloody allow it or did you forget?”

“Trust me Tommy,” Dream said only to have Tommy snort.

“You took my discs, exiled me, and blew up a country and now you’re asking me to trust you?” Tommy asked, disbelieving.

“I did all that, you’re right. You tried to blackmail me with my dead horse, you killed the only peace I had in Pandora, and you also tried to kill me while I was defenseless and half starved and tortured,” Dream shot back, his voice calm. Tommy flinched slightly but Dream continued, “I’m not asking you to trust me fully but trust me when it comes to our business. We’re on the same page here with this.”

Tommy thought about it before he nodded, “Yeah alright. I’ll finish the menu but where are you going?”

“I see a friend.” Was all Dream offered before he was gone and left a grumbling Tommy picking up a pen to work on the menu.

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A day later Tomburger opened officially.

Tommy was nervous and he kept glancing at Dream as he stood in an apron with his arms folded across his chest. He appeared to be waiting on someone - had been for the last thirty minutes of them announcing to the whole of the server that they were open. Tommy had resorted to pacing, a nervous boulder lodging itself firmly in his belly. He was just waiting for Eret to show up and take one look at their menu and shut them down, ending their attempts before it could even begin.

“Calm down,” Dream’s voice was firm but gentle, making Tommy pause long enough to glare.

“Calm down he says,” Tommy mocked, “Why aren’t you as nervous as I am? Eret’s going to shut us down man. There’s no way we’ll be able to-” Tommy’s voice trailed off as a low grumbling just outside their hut sounds.

“I don’t know what to tell you Steve,” Techno’s voice rose up in response, “This is where Dream said to meet him.”

A cackling whine rose up as well along with whinney of a horse. “Look I don’t know why Dream told us to come here either but I trust the guy,” Techno responds seconds before he appears at the small window they’d built.

Dream laughs as he let’s up the window. “Techno! Good to see you, ah I see you brought the animals. Good good.” Tommy remains silent, not sure where Dream was going with this, but he steps forward to peek outside, noting Steve the polar bear, Carl the stallion, and Blitz the fox all accompanying the Piglin.

“Yeah you asked me to bring them here but uh I’m not exactly sure what here is.” Techno replied, gazing at the building with a raised brow.

“Welcome to Tomburger!” Dream announced, spreading his arms wide. The grin could be heard in his voice, “We serve all the pets of the server the finest food. We have a little bit of everything, look!” A menu is handed out the window for Techno to take and he does so. Tommy watched as Techno took a step back as his three pets gathered around. Blitz peeked down from his spot curled around the Piglin’s neck while Carl looked over one shoulder and Steve the other.

The pets looked down the menu before Blitz started wagging his fluffy tail and chattering eagerly. Steven huffed and grunted, licking his lips. Carl bobbed his head and nudged the side of Techno’s head.

“Blitz wants the rabbit dish here, the uh Lucky Rabbit Hindquarters with a side of red mushrooms. Steve wanted the Salmon Grande but hold the kelp, he doesn’t like kelp. Carl wants a dozen freshly cut carrots.” Techno ordered as his three pets made excited noises. He fished out a handful of golden nuggets and handed them over.

“Thank you,” Dream smiled, taking payment. “We’ll have it out for you in just a moment. Please have a seat and relax.” He said before sliding the window shut and turning around to where Tommy was gaping at him.

“You’re bloody brilliant, you know that?” Tommy asked before he registered what he said. He blinked in surprise as Dream merely chuckled. “For a bitch.” He tried to recover with the insult, ears reddening in embarrassment.

Luckily Dream let him have it by merely laughing and nodding, “Yes I know.”

They got to work, preparing the dishes and serving them to their waiting customers. It was a hit. Techno’s pets loved their dishes and Techno himself was impressed with the restaurant.

By the end of the week Techno has brought his whole wolf army to be served. Sam had heard through the grapevine and brought Fran to try out the food. Other members of the server started bringing their own pets as well.

Dream had to break the news to Sapnap that he would be banned from entering the premises due to his history as a serial pet killer. Sapnap had whined but relented when Dream promised to make some extra special fish food for Mars and Beckerson.

It was months before Drista made her appearance, along with the new puppy Tommy had gotten to replace the dog that he’d accidentally killed. The puppy took to the place instantly and a happy puppy meant a less chaotic Goddess of Mischief. Drista vowed the lands of the Tomburger restaurant to be under her protection and promised pain to any and all who would dare to harm the place.

Quackity and Wilbur could do nothing but simmer in their anger, as neither were prepared to face the wrath of the Goddess.

Tomburger turned into quite the social hang out among the server inhabitants and Dream and Tommy were soon swimming in gold. Tommy was happy and Dream was as well.

[queenofallimagines]

Wet ass pussy: suga/daichi Tendou iwaizumi Oikawa

I am temporarily open for haikyuu requests

Daisuga:

- OK but like I had a dream that I was in the club and I went home with both of them so this is where this comes from

- They are shook

- As soon as the lyrics come out of your mouth it’s over honey

- “Spit in my mouth,look in my eyes-this pussy wet come take a dive.”

- Lmao suga is halfway undressed

- No matter how you act dichi is surprised

- The lyrics coming out your mouth got him hard and he’s about to tear your ass up

- “I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp;I wanna gag, I wanna choke.”

- “ well I can certainly help you with that dollface.”

- you ain’t even notice they was listening

- They both drag your ass back to the bedroom because they’re gonna need all of that space to blow your back out

- Got your eyes rolling into the back of your head type shit

- Suga goes down on you like a man starving

- He knows how to eat and you can’t tell me he don’t

- Daddy daichi got your jaw sore

- The look he gives you while his dick is hitting the back of your throat should be illegal

- “Don’t tell me you can’t handle this? You seemed so sure earlier.”

- They gon break your back and the bed

Tendou:

- look I love him and y’all gonna have to love him too

- Probably reading jump when this happens

- “Get him on his knees give him something to believe in.”

- He looks up to you throwing it back and he is not looking respectfully

- He gon smooth slide up and catch it like a pro

- “Wet ass pussy, make his pull out game weak!”

- His brain said: bet we fucking raw

- Takes you there and then

- Don’t matter where you are in the house

- On the steps,kitchen table,couch,the damm deck out back

- He’s a freak and he will want you to be drooling when he’s done

- He’s def gon make you ride him till your legs give you

- He’s sadistic so he watched as you’re struggling

- “Getting tired? Want me to take over?”

- Will twist your body like a pretzel and fuck you just like that

- King of weird positions

- Probably ties you to the bed

- It really don’t matter what you got in your pants BC he gon make that shit splash,period

- Head game is ridiculous

- Like?? That tongue will put you in a coma

- And his dick will leave you in a wheelchair

Iwaizumi:

- whew! Melanin king!

- He knows how to treat you right

- He will whisper praise as he’s drilling ya shit

- “You’re taking my cock so well sweetheart.”

- So when he comes home from work ready to relax and you are vibing

- You have his full attention

- “Tie me up like I’m surprised, let’s roleplay I’ll wear a disguise.”

- Just puts his hands on your waist and start kissing your neck

- “So wassup with you?”

- He’s Lowkey a sugar daddy too

- “Ask for a car while you ride that dick” headass

- Stroke game is impeccable

- Slow to build you up then fast and hard to finish you off

- He most likely will cum after you so he keeps going thus overstimulating you

- You out here holding on for dear life while he steady giving you this work.

- If you’re being a brat he will be even more aggressive

- “You were just begging for my cock a minute ago. Where’s that energy now?”

- Ties your arms in an arm binder and fucks you like that

- You have so many marks all over you you can’t possibly cover them up so just call in from work lol

Oikawa:

- oh my sweet baby

- He’s super flustered

- Don’t even matter the situation or context he’s bright red

- Hearing those words come out your mouth have him in a trance

- “I let him taste it now he diabetic.”

- He wants to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you till you’re crying

- Will be super cocky about it too like he wasn’t tripping

- “Looks like my little cutie needs a good fuck hm?.”

- “You can’t hurt my feelings but I like pain.”

- Will pull out every toy you guys have to rock your shit

- He will gag you just because

- Takes a picture of you all fucked out to show you later

- “Boy that’s why yo dick little.”

- “Hmm, okay but ain’t this you?”

- And the pic is you falling apart on his dick💀

- Probably filmed a sex tape but deleted it

- He’s a sadist and a masochist so you can turn the tables on him and have him begging

- Please take a picture of him for payback

- He has a whole folder of your nudes

[lunarmessenger]

Hiya! Could I request the RFA (+ minor trio, if it isn't too much trouble) with an MC who gives neck kisses frequently? 👉👈 I am just. A simple soul with simple desires skfkek. Please and thank you💞

Of course you can sweetie! This is such a cute prompt!!! Sorry to everybody who I’ve kept waiting; I’m slowly gaining back my strength, so I should be back to writing soon! - luna xx

RFA + V, Saeran, and Vanderwood Reacts to an MC Who Gives Neck Kisses

Zen

• He loves it so much honestly

• The first time it happens you honestly caught him off guard

• You were both sitting on the couch watching one of his performances

• His arm was around your shoulders and your legs were in his lap, snuggled closely as he studied his moves

• “Honey~” You whispered nonchalantly, trying to catch his attention as he leaned forward slightly

• “One moment my sweet; I just want to make sure I don’t make the same mistake that I made here in my next performance.”

• You understood, but still huffed; all you wanted was to kiss him

• The two of you hadn’t gone all the way yet, so you always hesitated to kiss him in rather intimate spots like the neck or chest

• You loved doing neck kisses so honestly it’s been killing you

• With slight hesitation you leaned up, kissing his neck a couple of times

• His entire body becomes rigid and he freezes

• “Y-Y/N...”

• You did it again, giggling the second time as you noticed his neck and chest growing hot

• “Ah I see, so you’re doing it purposely then.” He smirked, turning off the TV and immediately pouncing on you

• You had to be careful when giving him neck kisses because it usually turned into something more after you’d finally went all the way~

Yoosung

• He’s such a blushy boy that when it came to your neck kisses, he just didn’t know how to cope

• When you’d first done it you’d been dating for only a couple of weeks

• It was mindless really, and you’d felt like giving him some affection so you figured; why not?

• “Yoosung; can we order in tonight? I think we both deserve a break, and I’ve been craving some hot pot~”

• “Sure! Let me just finish writing this paper and we’ll go.”

• You grinned and without thinking leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to his neck

• Never in his life had he turned red so fast, and when I say red I mean r e d

• “H-Hey! Don’t do that without warning...” He whined, placing one hand over his face to try to hide his blushing

• He’s literally so cute pleaSE

• You did it again, enjoying the way he squirmed at his desk as he groaned.

• “I’m never going to finish this paper if you keep that up, Y/N.”

• It had reached the point where he wouldn’t get turned on every single time, but it was still enough to make him blush

Jaehee

• She herself isn’t very affectionate, besides the occasional hugs and kisses that she shared with you in private

• So when you kissed her neck for the first time, she had frozen up with a deep blush

• The kiss wouldn’t leave her mind, she thought about it all day really

• When it became obvious that this was something that you did frequently?

• It was all she looked forward to

• “Y/N.”

• “Yes, Jaehee?”

• “May...may I possibly have another kiss?”

• This poor woman is touch starved omg

• You were happy to oblige, especially if it meant that you got to see her gentle smile every time you did it

• She wouldn’t allow you to do it in front of the others though due to her own embarrassment

• She’s also low key jealous but she’ll never admit that GJEJGEAHG

Jumin

• He’s actually a huge fan of the neck kisses

• He makes it known the first time that you do it, your lips softly grazing against his neck as the two of you sat in bed

• He was finishing some last minute paperwork while you silently read a book beside him, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose as you tilted your head

• It had been a long day and you wanted to stay up with him but you were just so tired

• “Please don’t stay up if you’re tired, Y/N. Once I’m finished with this file, I will be ready for bed. I promise.”

• You yawned, a small smile gracing his face as you bookmarked your book

• “Okay Jumin. Goodnight, I love you~” And bloop you had kissed his neck

• He was still for a moment, his brain processing what happened as he gave another smile

• His eyes shifted towards you; you’d already fallen asleep, head resting against his arm as he chuckled.

• “Goodnight, Y/N.”

• Since then he’s been obsessed, demanding that you give him neck kisses every time he leaves for work, and when he comes home

• You happily oblige every time, the action becoming a little secret routine between the two of you

707

• He absolutely loves that you give frequent neck kisses

• Like Jaehee, he’s pretty touch starved

• So it’s super reassuring that whenever you’re cuddling, or hugging, or sitting in his lap

• You’ll just lean over and place a soft kiss to his neck

• It makes him feel loved, safe, and wanted

• When you’d first done it, you had fallen asleep on the sofa while he finished some work assigned by Jumin

• He didn’t want to wake you so he took you into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom

• In your sleep you’d craned your neck up, kissing him softly on the neck as you mumbled

• “I love you...” You’d whispered, burrowing deeper into his chest as his breath hitched

• His heart felt warm, and he smiled down towards your sleeping figure, a hint of blush tinting his cheeks as he whispered back

• “I love you too, Y/N.”

V

• A flustered mess

• This poor man isn’t used to affection, but unlike the others he’s grown used to not having any

• So when you kiss his neck it’s like he malfunctions

• He stutters over his words and tries not to blush, even though it’s fairly obvious

• “I...wow. I um, I actually really liked, well, um—“

• You kinda liked having this much power over him to be honest lol

• He loves it when you kiss his neck, he just doesn’t know how to express it with his words

• He never stops you when you do it though, and you can see it in his eyes that he appreciates that it’s one of your ways that you show your affection for him

• “Jihyun~ I love you.”

• That phrase is usually followed by a neck kiss, his cheeks red as he nods and pulls you close

• “I love you more, Y/N. For the rest of my life.”

Saeran

• Love love, loves your neck kisses

• He returns them actually, and that in turn makes you extremely flustered

• When you’d done it he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours as he cuddled you close

• “My darling Y/N.”

• Then when you’d least expected it he’d done it back; very nonchalantly to be honest

• You were helping him in the garden, and you’d successfully cross bred a rose with him

• He was so happy and proud of you that he just couldn’t help it; he’d kissed your neck

• You blushed hard, but he wasn’t phased at all

• You honestly didn’t think you’d meet somebody who gave neck kisses as much as you did, but here he was

• It was a reminder that the two of you were definitely meant for each other

• It became one of the most frequent and common ways you showed your affection for one another

Vanderwood

• Like V, he isn’t used to affection so when you first do it to him he’s genuinely startled

• “H-Hey...who do you think you are?”

• Your partner duh lmao

• He’s very good at keeping a poker face, but his actions definitely give away the fact that he loves it

• The way he cranes his neck a little towards you when you’re cuddling him

• The way he lays his chin on top of your head to give you complete access to his neck

• It was obvious to you, and you happily obliged every time he silently asked for a neck kiss

• You could never get away with teasing him though; he shut it down before you could even start

• “You know love, if you enjoy my neck kisses all you have to do is say—“

• “Hush. I don’t have to say a damn thing, about anything, okay?”

• Translation?

• Please don’t ever stop

[samiwok]

hello! can you write a scenario or hcs for sakusa? like atsumu flirts with y/n constantly and somehow they're close so sakusa thinks y/n has feelings for atsumu y'know. so he feels kinda inferior to atsumu. but ends up fluffy with sakusa please!! i hope it makes sense hshksgsns ♡

// Why.

— Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

5 am in the morning.

Sakusa opened his eyes to look at a grey ceiling barely lightened. The lanterns on the street were obviously still on. The night was surrounding everything. He was tired. Tired for having a bad night. No nightmares, no dreams neither. Insomnia. As far as he could remember, Sakusa never really had problems to fall asleep. Yet last night he couldn’t find it. He couldn’t find the sleep he needed to appear motivated and relaxed at his training session.

What are they going to think ? He thought of you immediately. Were you going to think he stayed awake talking to another person ? We’re you going to think he had someone in his life more important than you ? No. He didn’t want to think about it.

He jumped off his bed, walking in direction of the bathroom. Boiling water to wake him up. He rubbed his face with his both hands, forehead leaning against the wall. The water falling on his back was relaxing. Eyes closed, he opened then all of a sudden when he felt he was falling asleep again. He cut off the water, and seized a towel. A warm one to dry his tensed wet body.

“Why ?” He said to himself while staring at his tired face on the mirror. He passed his hands on his face one more time, cold water flowing from his fingers to truly wake up and prepare himself to go.

“OMI-KUN !” you screamed on the other side of the road. When he heard your soft voice screaming his nickname he pinched his lips in a discreet smile. He turned his face in your direction as you were walking toward him. When you seized his arm, he frowned.

“Ew sorry. I forgot.” You brought your hand to the back of your head, rubbing it. Your lips were forming an awkward smile saying sorry

You forgot huh ? More like you don’t care Kiyoomi thought. Not that he didn’t like your touches, he knew you were a clean person otherwise he wouldn’t allow you to get that close to him. But still.

“Omi ! Yn ! Let’s go to the gym together shall we ?” Atsumu asked; appearing from nowhere. And just like always you’re smiling. Smiling to him, touching him because he’s not like Sakusa who always asks for some distance between each other. You’re right in front of him, walking next to Atsumu and gripping to his arm. Humming some stupid tiktok song and of course Atsumu knows it and you’re singing together.

How frustrating.

Sakusa was walking behind you all this time: all he had in front of him, was the gym and a head down his view. You were smaller than him, that’s why whenever you were talking to him he had to low his head to look at you.

How cute.

Sakusa liked you. He didn’t know when it began. He didn’t know why. But he knew he did. And just like he knew that, he also knew how close you were with his teammate. How could he not notice that ? You two were spending a lot of time together. And right now you were acting like a young couple. And somehow.. it was hurting him.

“Oh already, I’ll have to leave you guys...” you whined. How childish Sakusa thought about your reaction: and while he was silently judging you, Atsumu him, didn’t miss the opportunity. By the time they passed together now; Sakusa could even guess what would be his exact words.

Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much

“Babe you can still date me later if you need me that much” the blonde said, making you blush. You hit his chest softly

Idiot

“You idiot” you said

There it goes.

It was always that way. Sakusa got used to it now. He knew the two of you very well. That’s why he wasn’t saying anything about his feelings. It’s probably better for everyone here if he was keeping it hidden from you, from Miya, even from himself.

“Kiyoomi !” You shouted louder than before. It’s been a few times since you were trying to get Sakusa’s attention but he was lost in his thoughts. He blinked and hummed, giving you all his attention. You laughed.

How beautiful.

“I was just saying to Atsumu it could be cool to eat all together right after, ill tell Ko’ and Shōyō, will you come with us ?” You asked, secretly hoping he’d agree.

“Mhh, no I think I’ll go home right after practice” he answered coldly. Atsumu wrapped his arm around his shoulders in a friendly way, showing nothing but a mocking smirk on his lips.

“You sure Omi-Omi ?” He asked, his brows raised

“I am. Get off me rat.” Sakusa stated. He detached himself from Atsumu’s embrace, and kept on walking towards the gymnasium. Leaving you and Atsumu alone together.

“What is wrong with him today ?” You asked to Atsumu, wishing for an answer. Sakusa was always the cold one. He was always the irritated one. But today he seemed to be upset for a new reason. Not knowing it was you, you got worried.

A few hours passed, Atsumu had left you to go training with the others. You were sitting in the stands. Waiting for the guys to finish and when they finally were done after 4 hours. It was finally time to eat. You ran in their direction, but mostly in Kiyoomi’s direction. You were about to say something but his hands cut you almost immediately.

“Later. I’m taking my shower now.”

Atsumu shrugged to the evident interrogation on your face.

In the shower, Sakusa was mentally scolding himself. Why was he that way ? Insensitive. Irritated and irritating n the same time. While you were just a small mountain of joy, humor and cuteness. Yeah he was soft for you. Sakusa Kiyoomi was soft. Then why Atsumu seemed better for you ? Why you seemed to feel better when in his company ?

Jealousy.

Jealousy was making Sakusa think he wasn’t the one for you. Jealousy was making him act weird when close to you. Was he..intimidated ? Him ? Sakusa Kiyoomi ? How could he even deal with this feeling ? He was usually so confident, and now he was reduced to a shy and loving mess.

WHY ?

He wanted to scream. He refused your invitation, he was letting all the occasions to Atsumu. As he was starting to tell himself not to keep going like that. He heard you.

“I know you’re in there Kiyoomi ! Listen to me you huge idiot, you’re going to come with us to eat soi you better be ready soon.”

“Yn-san ! Get out of here he’s washing you know how he is !” The soft voice of Hinata made Sakusa laugh. Yeah he was known as the terrifying member from the team.

You were... in the locker room..? How bold. He didn’t know this side of your personality. Anyways he quickly washed himself, and got out to dress. When he walked out the locker room, you were standing here. Alone, and facing him.

“What took you that long ?” You asked but he purposely ignored your question to ask another. “Where are the others ?”

“Well... they were starving and impatient so they already left. Looks like it’s going to be the two of us for today.” You laughed kinda embarrassed “also...sorry for entering the locker room while you were uhm.. taking your shower”

You couldn’t notice it because of his mask but he was smiling.

How funny.

He definitely liked you. It was hard for him to admit it to himself and it would probably take a long time before he admits it to you. But at least he now was being completely honest with himself.

“Let’s go” he stated, starting to walk away from the gym with his bag on his back.

“Omi, your hand.” He was holding your hand during the way. You knew he hates germs and contact, which is why it surprised you to the point where you thought it was an accident.

“I know.” He was smiling behind his mask, a huge smile this time. You noticed it and couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Went to the bathroom earlier and didn’t wash my hands...” he took his hands off immediately and lost his smile almost as fast as it appeared on his face.

“You could have told me !”

How disgusting.

You let out a loud laugh. Looking at him, confused.

“Omi it was a joke I always wash my hands, why would you jump back like that” you were still laughing but he was not. Obviously; the joke wasn’t very funny to him. He slipped his hands in his pockets.

“Fine Im still not holding your hand anymore, you brat”

You whined, just like a child, and passed your both arms around his right arm, pressing you against him: you weren’t in a comfortable position, and he noticed it of course.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot Omi”

“Yeah mine”

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[mythicamagic]

“bite your lip once more, i dare you”

AN: Woop! This long detour has finally ended! Read the complete fic - here.

Warning: Some smut

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It was with embarrassment that she bowed and apologised to the patrons and staff outside. Soon enough though, a steady arm around her waist steered her away from their disgruntled faces, Sesshoumaru leading her around a street corner.

"I should really go back and apologise once more..."

"Hn, I sense their moods will not be better improved by it, miko," amusement coloured his tone. His eyes found her in the dark. "What exactly were you doing? Other than...flexing."

Kagome fiddled with her fingers, missing his arm around her the second he released her. "I got tired of keeping a lid on things, I guess. Did they know who you were, in there?"

"Mn, seems so."

"No one knows who I am," she muttered, hugging her arms loosely. "And I haven't been honest with any of them. Not one demon boyfriend. I never showed them my true self, so I just thought, maybe I could start tonight. And instead..." she sighed. "I just made my problem their problem. I better go apologise-"

"I know who you are, Kagome."

The glow in his eyes was unmistakable, stopping her.

Sesshoumaru inclined his head, "and there is no need to express regret over announcing it so loudly. It is something I would have done, a long time ago. Those with power can afford to stomp their feet, just a little."

Kagome looked at him, searching his face for any hint of the overworked person she'd seen at the park. Reaching up, she brushed careful fingers over his striped cheek, mindful of the slight burns.

"I hurt you…"

A large hand ensnared her wrist, thin lips meeting lithe fingers in a lingering kiss.

"They will heal quickly. I am merely out of practice with handling reiki."

Kagome swallowed, tears stinging her eyes at the unexpectedly gentle contact. She glanced away, voice hushed. She couldn't contain what she'd seen a moment longer. "I saw your children."

Sesshoumaru's grip tightened, his form becoming tense. "The kit-" he sneered, flashing sharp teeth.

"He was just trying to help. I… saw them at the park," she murmured, fingers curling to touch his hand, prompting him to release her.

Kagome stepped back, searching his guarded, watchful expression. Slowly, the confident, easy facade he wore melted away, leaving behind a weary near immortal. Sesshoumaru swept the length of his silver hair back over one shoulder, sinking down to his knees.

Blue eyes flew wide.

"W-what are you doing?"

Sesshoumaru bowed his head- forehead descending. Kagome quickly gripped at broad shoulders madly, nails biting in. "Stop! You don't have to!-"

A crescent moon pressed to the dirty street floor as Sesshoumaru remained in a deep bow, large body hunched over. No matter how much she pulled and yanked at him to rise, ugly emotions clogging her throat, he would not budge.

"This Sesshoumaru apologises."

Hot tears leaked down her cheeks as the once cripplingly regal demon lifted his head, catching her gaze. "It occurs to me now...perhaps I should have started with this," thin lips crumpled into a jaded smile. "I cannot claim to be very good at humility. Even after all this time."

Kagome smiled sadly, reaching out and brushing gentle fingers over him, wiping away the mud marring his blue moon sitting proudly upon his forehead.

"My apology comes too late," he uttered, resting clenched fists upon his knees. "There is no Western territory in Japan that I own anymore. I am not a lord."

"How'd that happen?" she mumbled.

"I became disillusioned."

Kagome shifted, seeing the lines that he'd tried to conceal before that cut beneath his eyes. He seemed tired, even more jaded and weary than she. "I was naive," he uttered. "So set in my convictions. After losing you, I tried to convince myself it was for the best. We were an ill-suited pair, that sort of thing. I even approached my Mother, seeking vindication from her. She...who had taught me from a young age, instilled in me the value of our special blood and heritage."

Sesshoumaru chuckled, golden eyes dimming in the moonlight. "It was she who looked at me after I explained everything about our breakup and said, 'why did you do a stupid thing like that? Foolish pup.'"

She bit her lip, knowing how rattling that must've been. He'd explained to her before about the necessity of his role. He'd been the perfect heir by design. The Killing Perfection.

"It had not occurred to me she could change. That I could change. That blood and suitability were just abstract concepts, and in the end did not matter. The realisation came too late. You were...gone," Sesshoumaru looked at her soberly, as though waiting for the verdict of his trial.

Kagome hated the idea of him awaiting judgement, gripping his shoulders again.

"... Let's go back to my place," she said softly. It was there in her tone, living and breathing within soft blue eyes. Forgiveness wasn't clear cut or easy. She still hurt. But...she couldn't let him pass by without at least trying to see if they could last this time.

Helping to guide him up back to his feet, a thought occurred to her. "Unless- do you need to go home?"

"No," he said sharply, eyes wide, as though fearing that the offer would never come again. He relaxed his features, "no, my eldest can watch over the young ones."

Kagome nodded. On impulse, she took his hand and began walking down the street.

Sesshoumaru kept pace with her, long fingers frozen, slack in her hold. Soon they twitched, wrapping tightly around her own.

---

Stepping into her humble apartment silently, with the shadows thick and moonlight pouring in from behind them, having guided their steps- Kagome paused in the dimly lit hallway.

Sesshoumaru stood still in his usual way, so watchful and quiet, having not donned a glamour. Long silver hair tumbled down his shoulders.

Kagome's fingers reached up and buried in it, moving herself up on tiptoe.

Lips crashed, bodies meeting- his back thudding against the wall as she shoved and pressed herself against him hungrily.

There was nothing gentle about it. Hips met and pressed demandingly against one another, clawed hands hooking under her thighs, dragging Kagome up the toned length of his body, allowing her to squeeze them around his waist.

Teeth knocked, noses bumping. Sesshoumaru's tongue forced itself past her lips. He kissed her for so long- too long, indulging in the hot cavern of her mouth. Kagome's blunt nails dragged over his scalp, swallowing his answering hiss and canting her hips.

Inside. Please. I want you inside.

Sesshoumaru pulled away to press sloppy, hungry kisses over the length of her throat, sucking at her neck with a low, possessive growl. Kagome reached for his belt, loosening it hurriedly- finding his hard length ready against her thigh. Yet still he was content to tease, nipping at the sensitive skin of her collarbone. Kagome climbed down in frustration- only to yank and pull at his clothes, discarding them in their clumsy attempt to reach the bedroom.

They made it to her small living room, collapsing to the floor. It would do.

After 506 years, give or take a few- neither had envisioned it to happen on her pastel red rug. Surely a nice fancy hotel room, or at least a huge, plush bed-

Kagome straddled his waist, lavishing attention on his pointed ear with her lips while fiddling with her dress. Pulling it up over her head, she growled as it got stuck halfway, obscuring her vision.

Sesshoumaru took advantage of this, capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth and holding her arched back as she gasped, sighing breathily.

It wasn't until their underwear was shoved down, a condom hastily grabbed and a clawed thumb over her clit, circling it- did they find each other's eyes again.

Kagome stopped, panting.

His face was flushed, hair dishevelled. A bite mark had begun bruising his thoroughly kissed lower lip.

Sesshoumaru caught his breath, staring at her, unblinking. Slowly, Kagome gripped his shoulders, guiding herself down just as he held onto her hips. The head of his twitching, achingly familiar cock nudged inside slick folds, before surging deeper with a hard jolt. Kagome cried out and buried her face in his neck.

Sesshoumaru pressed his nose into dark curling hair, wrapping her up in a tight embrace, skin to skin. He cradled the back of her head, everything stopping for a long while.

They held each other without speaking a word, rendered mute, overcome with finally being connected again. Kagome shuddered, clenching her inner walls tight, as though luring him deeper, forbidding him to never part. She'd keep him locked inside her forever if possible. His body felt so warm and nostalgic, plastered against her own. She nuzzled and breathed in his good smell, sighing against heated skin.

A horrible thought whispered in her ear; It was all so breakable. He could ruin her again. With just a few words, he could undo years of progress.

But now Kagome understood it was the same for him. She could dismiss him tomorrow morning and break him too. Hurt him. Hurt the untouchable demon lord who had broken her heart.

Kagome cupped his cheek, lifting her head to brush an ardent kiss over his jaw.

"I missed you," she said instead. Because it was the truth. Nothing could compel her to willingly hurt someone she loved.

"I have…" he whispered, kissing her closed eyelids, "dreamed of you for centuries," starving lips pressed to her neck, "'missing you' is an understatement."

Kagome gave a broken laugh, saddened. "We're so stupid. We've wasted so much time."

"I wasted so much time," he uttered grimly. "But...perhaps it was not wasted time if it brought us here, eventually. Together."

"We've both made mistakes, let's leave it at that." Resting her forehead against his for a moment and inhaling his exhale, Kagome kissed him tenderly before beginning to move.

---

Laying nestled into a sprawled out Daiyoukai's side with her face pressed snugly against his chest wasn't a terrible way to wake up. Kagome stretched slowly, making a soft noise. She planted a few kisses over his ribs, palm splaying over his abdomen and grazing along the length of his exotically striped body. It lay littered with a few scars that hadn't been there before, new to her. Kagome kissed those too, wondering about their stories.

A velvety chuckle soaked with sleep escaped him. "Minx, you are aware that our late night activities will continue if you persist?"

"Maybe that's my goal."

Sesshoumaru sighed, stroking a lazy, affectionate hand through her dark rumpled hair. "I see your appetite has not diminished."

"If anything, I think it might've gotten worse," blue eyes danced as she bit her lip. "It's your fault, you started it."

"Hn, this one takes full blame," he rumbled, touch shifting to her mouth, sharp nail gliding over her it. "Bite your lip once more, I dare you."

Kagome flushed red- and she'd forgotten she could still blush right down to her toes. She bit her lip, hard.

Sesshoumaru flipped her over and muffled her giggles in the bedding as his lips found her neck and hands wandered all over again.

After thoroughly rememorising each other's bodies, they finally located her bed.

Shifting beneath the covers together, Kagome slung a leg over his hip. Sesshoumaru rested a hand over the back of her thigh under her ass, stroking. Basking in the afterglow, she began asking him about his life.

"How come you adopted so many kids over the years? Hanyous too," the topic soon came up.

"I did not do it for any particular reason. They were abandoned, much like Rin. Whenever I happened upon them, they took to following me in a similar manner. However..." his lips thinned, gaze dimming as it stared at the ceiling. "The first Hanyou that followed me was persecuted quite badly at my Stronghold. I did not intend to feel as much as I did about it. She was deemed 'mine' and so I felt outraged on her account. I experienced protectiveness for her, even if I did not recognise it at the time."

"Change happens slowly," Kagome hummed, shifting to lay atop his chest, their stomachs meeting as she rested her chin on her arms. "Did she marry a demon to extend her lifespan?"

"No, she died of old age, much like Rin."

"I'm sorry."

"Do not be, Erika chose her own spouse and lived as she wished. There is no sadness in that," golden eyes slid shut as she stroked his bangs, combing them back briefly from his handsome face. "There is only sadness when children are taken too early," his tone became wooden, dim.

Her heart squeezed in her chest. "Shippo...said there was a reason you didn't come for me during those 6 years. What happened?"

"I thought it wise to wait since you were experiencing heartbreak. My appearance would have made matters worse," Sesshoumaru's eyes peeled open, hazed with remembrance. "On top of which, one of my children could not be moved from his facility."

"Facility?"

He did not answer.

"...Can I meet him now?"

Sesshoumaru gazed out of her brightening window unseeingly. "If I could stop myself from taking in one species again, it would be humans," the words came softly, like a secret. "You always die much too quickly," he uttered, golden eyes sliding to her heavily. "Ruka was terminally ill."

"D-did you adopt him knowing that?"

"It makes no difference to me," he said a tad bitterly. "Whether they last five years or seventy, it is always too short a time," passing a heavy hand over his eyes, Sesshoumaru let it linger there. "Tenseiga brought him back, briefly. But not long enough. Never long enough."

The depth of his grief felt staggering. Kagome could see it, hidden away in all the corners of his face that he tried to hide behind a placid mask.

"Come here."

Sesshoumaru arched a brow. She persisted, leaning back into the pillows beside him and beckoning the demon closer with arms open wide and inviting. He was not one to refuse such a thing, soon resting a striped cheek directly over her heart. It thudded loudly, quick as a rabbit beneath his ear.

"I have not changed my opinions on some things, miko," he said in a dour, soft tone. "You humans are weak. I curse your weakness- and loathe every mortal child I take in for it. They are so fleeting. Every time they came to be in my care, I promised myself no more. Never again. Surely someone as great as I can have the self-discipline not to heed their cries should I hear them, nor follow the scent of their tears. Surely I do not need a pack so badly."

She could tell his conviction to stop caring for them wasn't working out too well, considering the group she'd seen at the park. He would love human children again, and continue to love and take care of them in an endless cycle of happiness and grief. Such was the way of an immortal guardian.

Kagome bent down, kissing the crown of his head. "You've given them a home. Even if it was fleeting to you, it was a lifetime of happiness for them."

Kagome couldn't see his expression anymore but felt Sesshoumaru's grip on her elbow, tight. His thumb dragged slowly, reverently. Heavy breathing shook, beginning to calm as she soothed his rippling youki.

"I'll look after you for now," she muttered, petting silky silver hair and massaging his scalp. "I can't do it all the time. Sometimes you'll have to take care of me, but we can take it in turns. So you can tell me...if you ever need to get those thoughts out again."

Sesshoumaru made a noise of affirmation, lulled by her gentle ministrations. After a while she figured he'd fallen asleep before he asked;

"Do you think you will desire to adopt, in the future? Raising them alongside our biological children is certainly possible."

Her mouth grew dry, hands freezing. Kagome drew in a shaky breath, vision going blurry with damn tears again. She stubbornly held them back, giving a laugh as she squeezed his shoulder.

"That's a tad presumptuous, isn't it? We haven't even said we're dating yet."

"You just said you'd take care of me, duplicitous woman."

"Yeah, because you're a tired old dog who needs a break," she teased, giggling as he huffed and transformed with a burst of youki, collapsing dead weight atop her in a smaller version of his true form. Wheezing, Kagome whined and wrapped her arms around him, stroking fluffy silver fur.

As she caressed along his muzzle, tired crimson eyes slide shut in a display of utter trust and peace, causing her to smile and kiss his wet nose.

---

They did things carefully after that explosive night, gradually easing into things. It was a couple of months before Kagome was introduced to everyone, not wanting to shatter that which had become so precious to them.

"Come on, come on. We have the place to ourselves for an hour, so go wherever you like," Kagome smiled, spreading her arms wide within the museum, voice echoing.

"It is not as though you needed to arrange for a private tour, you could have just showed us around during your normal working hours," Hiroji observed as most of the other children ran around.

"Ach, but I wanted to do something special..." she put a hand to her heart, pretending to be wounded.

"Hiroji, you're so bad with women!" one of the Hanyou's piped up.

"Bad with women!" echoed the other.

The snake demon grit his teeth sourly, while Kagome giggled and picked up the leopard Hanyou and accepting a nuzzle, gazing at their spots with affection. "I'm teasing. It's just nice to let everyone wander around in the open without glamours sometimes, right?"

"Won't the security cameras see us?"

"We have a face-painting section in the stone age area. Totally explainable," she leaned against Sesshoumaru's side as he wrapped an arm around her waist, markings on full display.

Golden eyes smiled, "and if that is not a suitable excuse- we're a Yakuza family with many colourful tattoos."

Akiko giggled, "that sounds cool!"

"I think a family of demons would be easier to accept," Hiroji grumbled, glancing in Shinto's general direction, who lingered away from everyone else anxiously.

In the snake demon's minds eye, he could see the shape of a powerful reiki source approach his brother. Kagome bent down into a crouch, getting on eye-level with him.

"It's okay, Shinto," she said gently. "You know, they have an interactive computer section in here on the Edo Period."

He brightened slightly. "They...do?"

"Mhm, come on. I'll show you," Kagome gestured, catching Sesshoumaru's eye in passing.

His expression softened, morphing into something she could recognise now. Trust in. They'd probably keep making mistakes, but so long as they weren't quite so costly as before, she felt as though they could weather the storms now. Kagome gentled and returned his smile, grabbing his hand as they entered the Edo section.

His children gasped and pointed at the display case of his armour. "Papa, this was yours!"

"I am aware," Sesshoumaru rumbled with amusement, taking his lips to Kagome's ear. "Do you miss wearing the hankimono to bed?"

She shivered, "maybe a little. They were comfy pyjamas," blue eyes caught the mischievous look skittering across his face. "Oh no you don't- Sesshoumaru! Don't you dare steal them! You donated them to this museum!"

"Technically they were mine first so I would merely be taking them back," he chuckled. "Never fear, dear one," he purred, tossing his head regally. "A bit of thievery is a minor feat for a Yakuza family, and the matter is especially pressing when it concerns comfy sleepwear."

Kagome groaned, burying her face in her hands and hiding another smile. She had centuries more of this to endure.

End

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what’s next?

part eleven: what’s next

  Requested: 🙅‍♀️

  Summary: You and Brendan get married

  Warning: Finale Time! Wedding, fluff, some angst

  Author’s Note: I found the GIF on Google because it didn’t come up on Tumblr’s GIF search but I think the credit goes to @nhl-imagines-posts​ but if I’m wrong please let me know so I can give proper credit. I’m so grateful for those of you that have read this little series and I’m happy that those of you who enjoyed it have done so :D I decided to end this series at 11 because it’s Gally’s number, even though I truly hate uneven numbers, but also because I couldn’t see it really going anywhere other than this. I’m always happy to take your requests for Gally or anyone but be patient with me; sometimes, I forget I have anything saved and it’s like a month before I start a request. I hope you enjoy this finale! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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   It took longer than you ever thought it would, to finally be getting ready to walk down the aisle to the man you had loved and lost and loved again. You put your dress on and looked in the mirror, taking in a sharp breath when you saw yourself for the first time

  “Whoa” you whispered

  “You look beautiful” Breanne said

  “Like a princess” Erin cooed and you laughed at the two girls who would soon be your sister-in-law’s

  “Thank you” you blushed before taking another breath

  “You’re getting married” Rebecca sang as she came up behind you, squeezing your shoulders

  “Did you ever think you’d get here?” you heard Della ask from the doorway, presumably having just come from seeing Brendan

  “No,” you scoffed, “but yes. He was always the one for me. I know we’ve given everyone here whiplash for... like ever but he’s always just been this, lighthouse to me. Something that tells me I’m safe and I’m home, you know?” You noticed your mom smile from where she sat on the couch before turning back to the mirror, “I wish we didn’t have to go through what we went through to get here but I’m so happy that we’re here and that I get to marry this wonderful man who I love so much.”

  “You found each other,” Della said after a pause before walking over to where you stood, “you love each other and the road to this day was meant to be. Sure, it was rocky but it was meant to be.” You smiled at her words, taking a deep breath before your mom came over to squeeze your shoulders

  “You are so beautiful,” she said, tearing up as she spoke, “inside and out. I am so proud of you, baby girl, and everything you are and the strong woman you’ve become”

  “We should probably get going,” Rebecca interrupted with a smile, “someone’s waiting for you downstairs.”

xx

Brendan’s P.O.V

  You were starting to panic. You stood in front of your family and friends as you waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle but, after almost 45 minutes, she still hadn’t shown up

  “Where is she?” you mumbled under your breath

  “Don’t worry,” Nolan replied and you realized, if he heard you, the rest of your groomsmen probably did as well, “she’s not gonna bail. She’s probably just too busy staring at herself”

  “Maybe you’re right” you smirked before taking another deep breath and trained your eyes back to the door. The soft music continued to play and you felt your palms getting sweaty as another 10 minutes passed, “maybe I should go check on her...” you said to Nolan before preparing to walk down the steps

  “Hold on,” he scoffed as he watched you get ready to dart, “just another minute or two and then you can freak out.” You sneered at his smirk when, suddenly, the door opened and the music started again; finally. Her bridesmaids walked in first, wide grins on their faces as they made their way to the altar to parallel your boys. The flower girl was next. Her white princess dress bouncing as she danced down the aisle, sprinkling daisies happily before finally reaching her parents in the pews. Then you finally saw her, noticing how the flower girl's dress nearly matched hers perfectly and you smirked to yourself. With every step she took, your heart began to beat more and more out of your chest, imagining the moment you'd finally be able to hold her hands in yours to become husband and wife. You watched as her father kissed her forehead and tearily gave her away

  “You look stunning” you whispered when she stepped in front of you, smiling before squeezing your hands

  “I'm sorry I'm late” she whispered back as the Priest began to address the vows

  “Is everything okay?” you asked quickly

  “Yeah,” she smiled, “we were just gushing about you”

  “Oh well then,” you smiled back, “you could've spent as much time as you wanted.” You both caught the stern glare from the Priest and stopped talking so he could continue. When it finally came time to say your vows, you held back tears but (Y/N) let them fall freely, laughing as you wiped them away as she spoke.

  “I now pronounce you,” the priest smiled, “husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” She squealed before placing her hands on your face and pulling you in so the two of you could share your first kiss as a married couple. You took her hand and raised it in a sort of victory pose before the two of you walked down the steps and out the big wooden doors at the end of the aisle.

  “We did it!” (Y/N) giggled when you cleared the room, “we’re married!”

  “We’re married” you sighed happily before kissing the backs of her hands.

xx

  You convinced Brendan to go to the closest fast food place because you were starving

  “There's gonna be food at the reception...” he questioned

  “You actually think we're gonna be able to eat?” you laughed and he shrugged in return

  “Okay, where do you want to go?” he asked

  “We have like half an hour, so let's go wherever is closest so we can just eat everything,” you chuckled, “then go to the reception and chat up all the guests and take pictures with everyone”

  “Alright,” he agreed, “let's go then.” You rushed out to the car, carrying the pile of fabric that was your dress close to your chest and watched Brendan tail close behind. You ordered a chicken wrap to start and some fries to share while Brendan ordered a double cheeseburger, practically engulfing it. “Soooo good!” He mumbled with his mouth still full of food

  “Ew, B,” you scoffed, turning your attention to your food, “that’s so gross. Don’t talk with your mouth full” he looked at you and you could already see the thought forming in his head

  “Oh I’m sorry,” he teased, moving closer and closer to you with his mouth practically bursting with food before he took another bite, “is this bothering you?”

  “Stop!” You squealed, pushing his chest from you, “oh my god! Stop!” he stopped, laughing once the food had cleared his mouth

  “You want anything more? You haven’t had much” he asked

  “Just a drink” you smiled and he was quick to jump up to grab you something. When you showed up at the reception, you were rushed to take pictures in almost every space you could and you could hear the guests begin to arrive. The rest of the night was filled with lights and laughter and singing and dancing until you couldn’t feel your feet anymore

  “How are you feeling?” Rebecca smirked when she saw you slump into a chair

  “My feet hurt” you whined

  “You’re married!” she cooed as she helped you stand back up, wrapping her arm around your waist so you didn’t fall

  “I know!” you exclaimed silently

  “Let’s get some champagne to celebrate!” You had a few more drinks than you intended and Brendan came up behind you

  “Someone ready to sneak out?” he whispered and you turned around quickly, falling into his chest

  “Yes!” you whispered back, “how should we do it?” he pointed to the back exit and cocked his eyebrow before tilting his head in the direction

  “Let’s get out of here” he smirked. You tried to be as quiet as possible, catching only a glance from your aunt at the bar who just raised her glass to you as you walked out the door.

xx

Brendan’s P.O.V

  You had told (Y/N) that it was probably a better idea to get a room at the hotel so you wouldn’t have to go far to ‘celebrate,’ and she agreed, but when you finally got up there, carrying her dress through the hallways, both of you just passed out.

  “How are you, wife?” you smirked

  “I’m sleepy,” she replied, “how are you, husband?”

  “I know, baby” you laughed

  “Help me get out of this dress” she said as she stood up and you happily obliged. When the dress fell to the ground, she quickly jumped under the covers and you followed suit.

  “So…” you started

  “Hmm?”

  “We’re married” you continued, a smile creeping across your face as she opened her eyes

  “Yes, we are”

  “So what’s next?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean... do we want 2 kids or more?”

  “Baby, I’m tired. We can’t do that tonight…” she laughed and you kissed her forehead

  “You do want kids though?” you asked almost insecurely which she took notice of

  “Of course I do,” she replied, her hand resting on your cheek as she continued to speak, “especially if they’re yours”

  “Alright,” you smiled once more before your question, “2 or more?”

  “Brendan!” she giggled, turning away from you

  “I mean I would have a whole hockey team with you,” you joked, “but I don’t even know where we’d put them all…”

  “2,” she said firmly, “no more, no less. Just two kids”

  “Perfect.”

[writingsfromhome]

Seaside Surprise

A/N: trying a fluffy fic, Y/N and Harry attend a cousin's wedding and you wonder when it's going to be your turn.

"Ms. Y/L/N?" My assistant pokes her head into my office. She has on the type of grin on her face that I know what she's going to say. "Your boyfriend's here."

"Of course he is," I decide I wasn't going to finish this report tonight after all. I asked Harry to wait in the car but of course he came up and charmed his way to my department. Not that my department minded, they were always bursting to see him. "Tell him I'll be a moment."

I slide my laptop into its case and do a quick touch up before heading out. "Hey," I give him a loving smile but my eyes are warning him.

"Hello love," he purposely ignores my warning and gives me a peck. "You've got a lovely staff."

I can practically hear the swooning so I just grab his jacket and haul him off the chair. "They're all very lovely. Let's go before we're late. Happy weekend everyone!"

"Bye ladies," Harry stays behind and rushes to catch up. He puts his hand on the small of my back as he reaches me. "Jealous?"

"No, I just don't know why you lead them on whenever you come up here."

"Well they know their boss is my girlfriend," Harry tugs me to him and kisses the top of my head. "It's nice getting to know the people you work with."

"If that's what you want to call it," I give up on the argument. "Do you think we'll get there by 6?"

"Traffic's not as bad if we hurry, rehearsal dinner's at 7 so that's the latest."

As we step into the lift and go down to the parking garage, I think about the destination ahead. A cousin of mine was getting married, they'd rented out this old castle where a lot of the guests were staying. It sounded magical--getting married in a castle.

I look at Harry, who's backing out and starting the two hour journey there. We met a few years ago and aside from some uncertainty at the beginning, we've been going strong for four years. We talked about kids and our dream weddings but I never fully knew whether he wanted to get married. Or if he was one of the don't fix what isn't broke type. I've always secretly wanted the big wedding so I never asked Harry in case he didn't want that. It would be crushing.

"What are you so quiet about?" Harry glances over.

"Oh just thinking, about the wedding tomorrow. Dinner tonight. I'm going to see a bunch of my family, that stuff."

"Hm," he hums. To avoid further conversation I turn on the radio and settle in for the drive.

***

With traffic we barely make it for 7, having just enough time to look decent before heading to the dining hall. I'm excited seeing all my family and I tear up as we all gather around and catch up over dinner. We're given reminders for tomorrow and the timeline even though we all had the schedule sent to our phones.

"Are you crying again?" Harry leans in. All night he stayed by my side, his arm around me or his hand on my knee. It was comforting having him by my side.

"I'm trying not to," I dab at my eyes with the napkin. "I'm just so happy for everyone."

Harry squeezes my thigh, "You're such a romanticist as much as you deny it."

I look up at him, my heart skips a beat like we were young lovers. I felt incredibly lucky to have him and I want to tell him so I kiss him. "I am. And I'm glad you're here."

"Get a room!" One of my cousins shouts as Harry's about to respond. We break apart laughing and they tease us until we're visibly flustered. What was family for after all.

Later that night as I pin up my wet hair to sleep in, Harry sits up in bed and watches. "Is that for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, so I have nice curls in the morning. The ones you like."

"Hmm, you'll look beautiful tomorrow whatever way you do your hair." Harry says. "Even if you cut off all your hair. I would still love the way you look."

By then I was done so I get into bed beside Harry. "Is that what you want me to do? For me to cut off all my hair?"

Harry cups my face and presses a gentle kiss on my lips. He leans back and I watch his eyes on me. His thumb strokes the side of my face, when it was just the two of us like this. Quiet and alone, with Harry's undivided attention on me, I couldn't help but feel shy. So I grab his hand off my face and thread my fingers through his to have something to do. He finally responds, "I want you to do what you want."

"Well...what do I want..." I think.

"What do you want?" Harry asks back. And I have a feeling we weren't talking about hairstyles anymore. I look away, could he sense the lead up go the wedding has me thinking about him and I. Where we were headed?

"A nice holiday from work, away from the city. A cute puppy, maybe three. Hm what else...world peace, a nicer boyf-"

Harry cuts me off before I could get to the joke. He kisses me so hard I forget anything else I was going to say.

***

The next morning is blurry chaos and I hardly believe I'm standing at the front watching my cousin walk down the aisle in her beautiful ivory dress. I can't help it, I tear up as my heart overflows when she reaches the front and I scan the crowd for my own love. Harry also has tears in his eyes and he's beaming at me. I smile through the tears and focus my attention to the front.

As soon as the newly married couple walk down the aisle the bridesmaids burst into tears. We hug each other, we were all so happy. I find Harry in the crowd and both of our mushy romantics feelings are just heightened by everyone else. Being in love never felt so good than at a wedding surrounded by everyone you do love.

I tell Harry I'll catch up later, heading off with the bridesmaids to help the bride change for the reception.

"So when is Harry going to pop the question?" My cousin asks as I hold her dress in my hands. "How long have you two been dating?"

"Four years," I say self consciously. My cousin dated her husband for two years before he proposed.

"Do you want to get married?" One of the bridesmaid asks.

"Duh," my cousin answers for me. "Y/N remember when we were kids and we made flower crowns and pretended to have fairy weddings?"

"Oh my god," The memory rushes forward. "I forgot about that."

"That's what adulthood does," someone else says. "Makes you forget all your dreams."

"Well it's not like we haven't talked about it," I feel like I have to defend Harry. "It just hasn't been the right time."

"After three years, any time is the right time." Someone else says. I try to brush off but the comments stay with me. Was there something wrong with us, with me, that Harry wasn't proposing?

Halfway through the reception, I catch Harry talking to the groom and I wait around but he doesn't notice so I interrupt them. They both look guilty.

"Hey, congrats, welcome to the family!" I hug the groom but eye them both. "Why do you two seem suspicious?"

"We do?" Harry asks. "You need to let loose, let's dance."

I keep an eye on him but he acts normal, pulling me onto the sparse dancefloor. He tries to make me laugh with his dancing and eventually I give in.

"What's wrong?" He asks later, as the songs slow down. I rest my head on his shoulder, so he doesn't see my face. He always knew when I was lying.

"Nothing," I lie.

"Something's been bothering you since we drove here yesterday. What is it?" Harry asks again.

I sigh. "It's nothing! Just leave it."

Harry doesn't say anything, he just holds me closer. I feel selfish and ungrateful. I had a man who loved me holding me close but I wanted more. Just because everyone couldn't stop commenting on our love life.

Harry tries to cheer me up and I try my best but my mood from the morning shines through only so much. Harry doesn't push it though, even when I crawl into bed while he showers and pretend to fall asleep when he gets out. He just leaves me with a kiss on my cheek and falls asleep beside me.

***

"Morning," Harry says as I wake up groggy and tired from all the dancing in heels I did last night. Harry is up, and ready.

"When did you get up?" I sit up.

"Not too long ago."

"You're dressed," I point out.

"And starving! Get dressed we can get breakfast. We have to be out of here by noon."

I move like a snail, trying to work up the energy for the day. It's sad to say goodbye to everyone, it was rare for everyone to be in the same place at the same time and I was going to miss it. We get back on the road by 11. The breeze whips my hair around but I close my eyes and embrace the beautiful weather.

"Having fun?" Harry asks but I can barely hear him in the roar of the wind.

"Country air really is superior," I sit back inside. I notice we were still on back roads. "Are you sure we're going in the right direction?"

"Yes, I've got the maps pulled up."

"I think we're lost," I lean towards the phone but it shows we're on the mapped path. "Harry pull over we should look at this again."

"Y/N, we're not lost."

"Because you know this area so well? We're supposed to be on main roads by now!"

"We'll get there," Harry says calmly and it frustrates me how calm he was. I just knew we weren't heading right.

"Just pull over, at least we can know for sure."

"Just trust me, we're not lost."

"Oh my god," I look around us. "You're being really bloody stubborn Harry! I know this town and we're not driving through it like we should."

Harry doesn't respond. Like I was an annoying fly buzzing about. I cross my arms and look out the window. "If we get lost, don't ask me for help." I say my final piece and decide to ignore him back. He had the audacity to chuckle at me. I want to take my seatbelt off and strangle him with it!

As we drive further and further in the wrong direction, a cooler breeze filters into the windows.

"I think we're by the water," I sit up, my fight forgotten.

"How do you know?" Harry asks.

"Because I'm part mermaid and I know we're going in the wrong bloody direction!"

"You're so impatient," Harry mutters just as he takes a turn and a parking space comes into view. Were we headed here the whole time?

I look at Harry who has a secret smile on his face. As soon as he parks I take off his sunglasses to read him better.

"Where are we?" I can't hide the excitement. Did he plan a surprise getaway?

"You'll see," Harry walks out and opens my door for me. He holds my hand as we make our way in his direction.

"I've never been here before, when did you plan this?" I continue asking as we walk further.

"I have to cover your eyes," he says. He pulls out his tie from the wedding and I close my eyes. When I open them, it's completely dark except for a small sliver of light on the top. I listen out for Harry's distinct voice.

"Just keep walking," he instructs. "Hold my hand, you'll probably fall if you don't."

"I probably will," I laugh. "You should've told me about this, I would've packed a picnic."

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise," Harry squeezes my hand. "Okay stand here and don't take it off until I say so." His sentence fades out as he moves behind me. My heart was racing on our walk here but now it's beating out of my chest, this was why I sort of hated surprises. It made my palms slick and heart race like I was on a roller coaster.

I strain to hear Harry, the sea laps gently to the right and I can't stop my foot from tapping away in anticipation.

"Take it off," Harry says. I push it off and my breath catches.

A picnic is laid out with two baskets and a bottle on ice. But it's the chalkboard propped up in the sand that catches me by surprise. I read it, twice: marry me?

I gasp and turn around, Harry kneels on one knee and in his hands is a small velvet box, a gorgeous diamond nestled in the cloth.

"Y/N, I don't know why it took me so long to finally ask you. But will you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?"

My voice gets stuck in my thoat as my eyes water. I just nod, that's all I could do. I drop down in front of him and pull him in, the burst of tears following suite. As he wraps his arms around me. I finally find my voice, "Yes! Of course a million yesses! I though you...I never thought you'd ask. When did you plan all this?!"

I can feel Harry's laugh. He pulls me apart, I didn't even care I probably had snot and tears on my face because the man I love takes my hand and slips the ring on my finger. I was his to-be forever. He wanted to marry me! And all my fretting over the weekend was for no reason!

"I've been planning this for weeks. I found this place and your family helped set it up this morning that's why I was up so early." He points to the distance and two people stand there waving with their cameras.

"Oh my god Harry, this is the happiest day of my life," I kiss him with everything in me. He made me so happy. I can't believe I doubted us.

"Mine too," he slowly leans me back onto the picnic blanket but I remember my family and push him off. He laughs at my embarassment. "I'll tell them to leave. Then we can have our fun?"

"Hurry back," I watch him run in their direction. They end up walking back worh him. to drop off his camera and to say congrats. As soon as they disappear into the horizon I climb onto Harry's lap and just hold his face. "You make me the happiest girl in the world. The entire universe. I love you so so so much." I kiss him with ever "so".

"Just me and you against the world forever," Harry whispers.

"Sounds perfect." I whisper back.

Harry's eyes are shining. We could hardly contain our feelings for each other, how happy we were. I lean back and form my hands into a rectangle frame. I pretend to capture it which makes Harry laugh and pull me back to him, "Just come here so I can kiss my fiancée."

My heart soars just hearing the word.

[winterscaptain]

kiss the girl.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader 

request from anon: can you do a hotch x reader where the BAU team goes to Disney World and the team tricks the two to riding the Little Mermaid ride (made it up) which is the replica of the “Kiss the Girl” scene. thanks love ur writing! ❤️

rating & words: g, ~2300

a/n: thank you anon! this one is fluffy as hell and super soft.

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Christmas that year was an ordeal, with three kids and two new significant others. The entire unit always gathered at Rossi’s for their annual Boxing Day get-together and the kids always made off like bandits. It was no secret that it was Jack’s favorite informal holiday, and Henry and Michael were picking up on the benefits as they got older.

It was one of your favorite holidays, too. That year found you cross-legged on the floor next to Jack, with Michael in your lap. Hotch was on gift-wrap duty on the couch behind you. Jack had one of his arms looped through yours, showing you one of the games on his new tablet.

“You all have one last something from me, here,” Dave said, passing wrapped envelopes to the grown-ups, and small boxes to the kids. The knowing smirks on the faces of JJ, Will, Hotch, and Dave made you a little nervous.

You helped Jack and Michael with their wrapping paper and stopped dead in your tracks when you processed what was inside. Mickey Ears and...

DisneyWorld Tickets for the entire unit. Epcot, Disney Resort, the whole nine. You tore into your envelope, finding plane ticket vouchers, a brochure, and your own set of tickets.

“I’ve cleared all our vacation time with the higher-ups. We leave for Florida next week.” Hotch looked a little too satisfied with himself.

All hell broke loose. The boys were shouting about all the things they wanted to see while all the grown-ups laughed. You looked up at Hotch, who gave you a rare and coveted broad grin.

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Walking around in the Florida sun with three kids under ten wasn’t as fun in practice.

Michael hung off your hip, fresh off his second meltdown of the day.

“Thank you for taking him,” JJ said. Even though she was sweaty and exhausted, she still looked great.

You smiled at her. “Of course. I love this little gremlin.” You pushed blond hair off Michael’s forehead, pressing a kiss to his sweaty skin. He snuffled and burrowed further into your shoulder. He reached a hand over your shoulder and you looked, finding Hotch there.

He snagged Michael’s little hand between his fingers and pressed kisses into it until Michael was giggling, tears forgotten. Somehow during the day, Jack’s Mickey ears had landed on Aaron’s head and they sat askew in his dark hair. 

It was that moment where you decided you didn’t just love Hotch. You loved Aaron. Goofy, playful, funny Aaron.

When Michael let him go, Hotch stepped up beside you, leaving Dave to keep pace at the back of the group.

You felt a hand on the middle of your back, steadying you as you adjusted your grip on Michael.

“Don’t!” You laughed. “I’m sweaty.”

He chuckled and leaned away from you, hands up in surrender. “I’ll keep my distance, then.”

“Not too far, I hope,” you mumbled under your breath.

His attention was on Jack, who was on Derek’s shoulders at the front of the pack, but his smile betrayed him. With a flush, you realized he heard you.

You weren’t quite sure what it was between you, but it had been there for years. It was more than camaraderie developed from your work in the field, but it was ineffable, intangible, and (frankly) terrifying. 

“Dad!” Jack called, and Derek whirled around, walking backward. “Keep up!”

Aaron shook his head, throwing a smile your way before jogging up to Jack. “Where are we headed?”

You couldn’t help your laugh. Jack made a hilarious silhouette with his father’s sunglasses on his face, your floppy sunhat on his head, and striped lollipop in his hand.

“Small world!” Henry shouted, making a break for it. Emily snagged him by the hand before he could get too far off. She managed to maintain the excitement, running along beside him, without losing her grip.

Thank God these kids are outnumbered.

It was at that moment Michael demanded to be let down. You set him on his feet and he ran up to his mom.

You rolled your shoulders and shook out your arms. On the fifth and final day of the trip, you finally broke down and changed out your moisture-wicking tee shirts for a tank top. The Florida humidity was brutal, and while you loved the kids, the skin-to-skin contact with those wiggly little boys was altogether a little too sticky. 

The humid breeze on your arms made it worth it, but you missed out on the real benefit. Aaron had to make an effort to rip his gaze from your exposed skin more than once. The pantsuits and blouses were lovely in the office, of course, but the shorts and tank top left enough skin exposed to make him sweat. 

It’s gonna be a long day. 

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Hotch slung an arm across the low bench behind you, ruffling Jack’s hair as he got settled into the Small World boat. You three were in the back, as Jack had begged you to separate him from the younger boys for just a minute.

Emily and Reid kept a wiggling Henry between them, while Michael was between Derek and Penelope. Reid’s penchant for magic had saved the day more than once over the course of the weekend. Nothing distracted tired, hungry boys like a disappearing fork.

You leaned back, taking the opportunity to relax for a moment. The air conditioning was heaven on your overheated skin. Jack leaned into you, his eyes drifting shut. You scooted closer to him, bringing your arm around him. His proximity to you was only barely-tolerable with the cool air, but you would take any degree of discomfort for Jack Hotchner.

He’d taken such a responsibility on this trip – keeping an eye on Henry and Michael, sharing snacks, and making sure the little ones were drinking enough water. It was no wonder he was tired.

The arm across Jack’s shoulders was now flush against Aaron’s. Oddly, neither one of you made any attempt to move. You looked over, and your eyes met over Jack’s head. There was an unreadable, but soft, expression on his face. You flushed and looked away, turning your attention to Jack and brushing some wayward crumbs off his shirt.

You felt a couple of fingers trail up your bare arm before landing on your shoulder. They squeezed once.

Dropping your arm back down to Jack’s shoulder, you had enough leeway to snag the side of Hotch’s shirt with your pinky,

“You’re lucky there’s air conditioning, Hotchner, or I wouldn’t let you anywhere near me,” you say, laughter coloring your low murmur.

Under your finger, his ribs expanded in a shaky breath. You’d never seen him ruffled in this way before, and it was kind of exciting. “Then i am lucky indeed.” 

+++

By the time you got around to Ariel’s grotto, the boys (and Spencer) were starving. JJ, Will, Derek, and Rossi took the boys while you, Hotch, Penelope, and Emily took a breath.

“I just remembered!” Penelope smacked a hand to her forehead. “The new ride is finally finished. I bet we could do it and be back before the boys are done eating.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Not a chance.” Aaron leaned back on the bench they’d found, crossing his arms.

“Oh c’mon Hotchner. Live a little. No harm in ironically enjoying a child’s ride for the hell of it.” Emily offered you her hand, and you offered yours to Hotch.

To your surprise, he took it and hauled himself to his feet.

“Fine. But I don’t want to hear about it later.”

Emily sniffed, dragging them into the line. “I can’t guarantee that.”

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The little boats were admittedly pretty cute. The seats were arranged in pairs, with the seats facing each other, just like the boats in the movie.

“I can’t believe they roped us into this,” he said.

You laughed at him, putting your backpack at your feet. “Oh please. You know you love it.”

He rolled his eyes, but you knew you were right.

As the ride started and you were thoroughly engaged in Ariel’s journey, Aaron grabbed your hand, holding it in the space between you. Your heart skittered wildly in your chest and you hoped you could blame your breathlessness on heat exhaustion.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh my Looks like the boy's too shy Ain't gonna kiss the girl

Aaron leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and brought your fingers to his lips. You startled, looking over at him with a kind of unrestrained wildness in your eyes. His lips were soft as he pressed a kiss to the pads of each of your fingers, his eyes smiling.

This can’t be happening. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad It’s such a shame, too bad You’re gonna miss the girl

You gulped and unconsciously licked your lips. Belatedly, you realized you were a masterclass in micro-expressions. Aaron was far too good at his job to have missed them.

You leaned forward, mirroring his posture. Were these boats always this small? Were your knees always touching? You weren’t sure.

Aaron reached out with one of his hands, brushing damp hair away from your face. You looked a mess – shiny and sweaty and very tired. He didn’t care.

His (distractingly large) hand cradled the base of your skull as he pulled you toward him.

Your lips met, and even though you were ready for it, you gasped. He was gentle with you, your lips pliant against his. You pulled your hand from his grasp and brought your hands to frame his face, deepening the kiss.

You granted him access, and the taste of his tongue went straight to your head. One of his hands had dropped to your bare thigh, holding on with a grasp that shot pleasure deep into your belly. 

By the time you both come up for air, grinning, and breathless, Ariel had her voice back.

“I’m so glad they roped us into this.”

You reached out and pushed his shoulder. “Don’t start getting soft on me, Aaron.”

He rolled his eyes and shifted meaningfully against the little bench. “Oh, trust me, you don’t have to worry about that,” he deadpanned.

You blushed and barked a laugh, drawing the eyes of Penelope and Emily in the boat in front of you.

+++

The boys were back and on their second wind when you leave the Grotto.

“Did you take a nap in there or what?” JJ bumped your shoulder as you all got on your way again. “You look...” she searched your face, “different.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off and really trying not to look at Aaron. “Air conditioning does wonders.”

She didn’t buy it, but she let it go.

Dave caught on to Aaron’s buoyancy after a little while.

“Was forty-five minutes away from your kid that rejuvenating, Aaron?”

“Quit, Dave.”

Rossi pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, following Aaron’s gaze to where it strayed.

You were tag-teaming Derek with Jack in an attempt to recover your big floppy sunhat.

“Did you finally do something about that?” Dave replaced his sunglasses.

Aaron squinted, weighing the pros and cons of lying to the most experienced profiler at the bureau. “...No.”

“Well done, man.”

+++

On the tram back to the hotel, Jack was attached to you like a koala, his arms around your neck and knees resting on the bench on either side of your hips. 

“Love you, Y/N”

His hair tickled your nose as you kissed his head. “Love you too, Jack. You can crash if you want. I’ll carry you back”

Jack hummed, sounding alarmingly like his father, and snuggled further into you.

He was out cold in less than five minutes.

You rubbed his back absentmindedly, taking stock of the moment.

Jack was getting older, and it was just today you realized the little boy you met only weeks after his birth was almost too big for you to swing around, too big to toss over your head.

It meant a lot to you that he wasn’t too big to still collapse into you at the end of the day.

Aaron saw the soft smile on your face as you held his son. Jack was sleeping like a rock, his head tucked into the hollow between your neck and chest.

She loves him. He trusts her. 

As if you could read his mind, you glanced at Aaron over Jack’s head. He dropped his hand to the seat and flipped it palm-up. You laced your fingers with his and maneuvered so you could rest your head on his shoulder, your eyelids fluttering closed.

Aaron’s cheek met the crown of your head and he felt truly relaxed for the first time in a long time.

Penelope was the first to clock it, poking Emily’s shoulder. Emily looked over her shoulder and pulled out her phone. She twisted in her seat, which drew the attention of JJ, Rossi, and Derek.

Smiling, she snapped a picture. You three looked strikingly like a family. Normal, as if it had been that way from the start. 

+++

“Hey, Aaron,” you murmured. The rest of the team had returned to their catatonic state after a few minutes of cooing over you. The events of the weekend caught up to them, and they were all looking forward to the flight home. 

“Hmm?”

“You wanna do this or what?”

You could feel his quiet laugh in your hair. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Shifting just a little, you pressed your lips to his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?” You tried to deliver it as casually as possible, but your own admission sent a thrill through you.

“Yeah. I know.” He released your hand and raised his arm, tucking you under it as he brought you and Jack tight to his chest. “I’ve loved you longer than I care to admit.”

Your hotel room went to waste that night, but that was alright. With Aaron at your back and Jack against your chest, you’d never had a better night of sleep. 

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