#gosh he's so pretty with his big puppy eyes

[uwemagain]

Should I be glad? I should take it as an honour, shouldn't I? Right. You should be glad to be my favourite.

Mark Pakin as 'Nick' | Only Friends EP.2

[areislol]

"i'm gonna marry mama when i'm older!"

pairings. argenti, aventurine, blade, boothill, dr. ratio, gallagher, gepard, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, luocha, sampo, welt, jiaoqiu, moze x afab/fem! reader

warnings. fluff, wife! reader, use of "mama", "papa" and "mommy" and "daddy", [c/n] = child's name, sampo being sampo, lots of girl dads

a/n. baby fever hit me. #foreverwithmybabydaddy

wordcount. 4.7k

synopsis. how do they react to their child wanting to marry you, his wife?

playfully teases your child

sampo —

✧ "well, well, seems like i've got a little competitor! but you’ll need more than charm to steal your mom away from me!"

✧😐😐 <- how he actually feels inside

✧ listen, sampo LOVES his little him to DEATH. but for some odd reason hearing his son suddenly burst out saying that he was going to marry you made his face go all sour and ugly.

✧ but he knows that he you would never allow that and that it was all fun and games, still, his smirk grows larger as his son barks back. "nuh uh!! mama loves me more than you, so i will marry mama first! not you!"

✧ a loud, audible, dramatic, heartbroken, gasp can be heard from sampo's wide open mouth, letting out a strangled noise. "you!! never!! my wife loves me more than you!" you let out an exasperated sigh, watching as your husband and your son bickered back and fourth on who you loved more.

✧ "c'mon!! tell him that you love me more than him!" "that would break his heart, sampo! absolutely not!" "but... he's breaking my heart..." ah, there goes his little pout and his puppy eyes that always magically work on you.

✧ "come on... please? pretty please? I'M BEGGING YOU I'M LOSING THIS ARGUMENT TO OUR SON!!!"

✧ your eyes flicker between sampo and your son. sampo is begging you, clinging onto the hem of your shirt as his kneels down while your son on the other hand is staring at his father in confusion and.. embarrassment? you stifled your laughter back, the sight of your six-year-old child giving his own dad a stink eye was hilarious.

✧ "are you laughing at me...?" sampo looks up at your face, eyeing your expressions and follows your gaze, turning his head he faces his son who stares right back at him. "oh..."

✧ "daddy why are you always doing weird things?"

aventurine —

✧ aventurine would laugh heartily and say, "oh, planning to take my spot, are you? well, you’ve got some big shoes to fill!" he’d probably challenge his child to a fun, friendly competition to see who can win over their mom’s heart.

✧ he knows that his child actually has no chance in marrying you, but hey, it's worth a shot to see how far they'll actually go.

✧ "babe!! little [c/n] here wants to marry you~" he says, beckoning for you to side beside him, your child's eyes sparkled at the sight of you sitting down beside him, they grip on your leg, hugging it tightly.

✧ "can i really marry you when i'm older?" you cock your head to the side, eyeing aventurine and your child. "what's all this about?" you asked, aventurine simply pulled you in close to him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he hoists his child up and onto his lap. "mmm... nothing really. so, who do you want to marry, me or this little kid here?"

✧ you caressed your child's hair, letting out a hum in thought. "well... [c/n] i'm already married to daddy..." you replied, and gosh do you feel your heart crumble into a million pieces when you see your child pout, their chubby cheeks prominent. b—but..."

✧ "it's alright sweetie, you can still try, but i don't think mommy will ever marry you—" "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "WHY ARE YOU—"

✧ in the end you calm your baby down with aventurine who's gripping his shirt over his heart. both you and aventurine settled on letting your child compete with his dad in trying to prove themselves to "marry you one day". once they're put to sleep in their room, aventurine hugs you from behind, his arms snaking around your waist.

✧ "you only want me, right?" he sighed, face nuzzling in your neck. "well of course you're my husband. but don't get their hopes up too high okay? or else they might start crying in your ears again." you laughed. aventurine only let out yet another sigh, leading you away from your child's room.

✧ "child or not i don't want anyone else who wants to be with my wife."

moze —

✧ moze immediately perked his ehad up at the sound of his daughter's voice.. wait.. did he hear her correctly?

✧ though his face remained stoic as ever, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. he turns to his child, raising an eyebrow with his typical quiet intensity. "you want to marry your mother?" he asks, his voice low but carrying just the right amount of teasing. "you’re going to have to be real smooth if you want to outshine me."

✧ his gaze flicks to you for just a second, a glint of warmth in his otherwise composed demeanour. then, in true moze fashion, he quickly shifted gears, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, as he continued to joke around with his child.

✧ "do you even have a plan? flowers? chocolates? you’re up against some serious competition here," moze adds, his tone dry but playful.

✧ despite his typically reserved nature (but over time you got to really know the true moze and not the 'crow feathered weirdo'), moze had a way of making these rare moments with his family feel special. he ruffles his child’s hair, his smirk widens slightly. "maybe i’ll teach you a thing or two, but you’ll need to practice. being this smooth doesn’t come easy."

✧ moze glances at you again, his silent affection shining through in the way his eyes softened when they landed on you. though he wasn’t one for long speeches or grand gestures, his love for his family was always clear in these moments.

✧ he continues keeping his child entertained with more jokes and a rare display of his dry wit. though he acted cool and composed, these were the moments that he held onto, the ones that made him forget, if only for a while, about the covert world he was usually immersed in.

✧ "seems like i've got competition.. i won't easily be beaten though."

overprotective about you

gepard —

✧ gepard would likely have a soft, almost tender smile when he hears his child say they want to marry you, their mother, his wife. his voice would be gentle, filled with a mixture of pride and love.

✧ "marrying your mother is an honor and a responsibility. you must be ready to protect and care for her, just as i do."

✧ he would explain that love is about more than just affection—it's about commitment, duty, and being there for each other through thick and thin. kneeling down to his child’s level, he places a hand on his child’s shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze as he speaks.

✧ "if you're willing to do all those things then i think mommy wouldn't mind if you proposed to her." and oh does he thank the lord every day for blessing him with his child whose eyes sparkled at his encouraging words. "mhm mhm! i will!" and such chubby cheeks too.. he pinches them affectionately, a tender smile on his face.

✧ even after the conversation ends, he gazes lovingly at you, feeling grateful for the family you've built together.

✧ gepard stands behind you, arms snaked around your waist, his much larger and warm palms resting on your stomach, he hums softly on your head, kneading the soft fabric of your shirt. yeah, he could definitely get used to this life.

✧ "maybe [c/n] wouldn't mind another sibling, hm?"

blade —

✧ blade’s initial reaction would be a mix of surprise and seriousness. (though your daughter probably can't read his expression) you were out shopping and left your child an your husband together in her room, it was trashed with toys, toys and more toys...

✧ blade was subjected to his daughter's antics, but of course he allowed her to do her thing (reluctantly). out of nowhere, she spoke, her words catching him off guard.

✧ "i'm gonna marry mama!" "...no you won't." "i will!" "...."

✧ "......................................................"

✧ blade leans down slightly, his intense gaze locking with his child’s eyes. there’s a seriousness to him, one that contrasts with the lightheartedness of the situation. his voice is calm yet firm

✧ "love is not something to be taken lightly," he begins, his tone gentle but unwavering. he wants his child to understand that while the sentiment is touching, the reality behind such words is far more intricate. "when you say such things, make sure you understand the weight of your words."

✧ weight?? of your words?? what does that even mean???? <- your poor, confused child. blade sighs, what was he thinking? could this little child of his understand his words?

✧ blade watches his child closely, looking for signs of understanding despite knowing that inside the depths of his daughter's eyes, is nothing. just pure bliss and not living naively in the world.

✧ he’s aware that she's still young, that the world of love and marriage is something that shouldn't concern them (blade is never letting his precious daughter marry anyone let alone DATE). yet, he also knows that these early lessons are important. he wishes to prepare her, to ensure she grows up strong and resilient.

✧ blade’s gaze softens just slightly, though his posture remains firm. he’s not one to easily show affection, but there’s a quiet tenderness in the way he holds himself at this moment. his child’s innocent declaration has stirred something within him, something he rarely allows himself to feel. ✧ "alright alright, fine. stop sulking."

✧ "YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

boothill —

✧ "you’re serious about that, huh? well, you’ve got to be strong and steady if you want to take care of someone like your mother."

✧ gosh, he's just so elated with the fact that little him gets him!! like, who wouldn't want to marry you? exactly!!! he gets it!!

✧ his rugged exterior momentarily softened by their innocent declaration. his voice would be slightly gruff, but there's an underlying warmth that shows how much he cares.

✧ when his child suddenly declares that they want to marry their mother when they grow up, he doesn’t make a big show of it. instead, he quietly observes the interaction, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. boothill gives his child a small and gentle squeeze on the shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly, acknowledging the sweetness of the moment, but he doesn’t say much.

✧ but deep down, boothill just wants to lunge himself at his child, smothering them in his love, but refrains from doing so, remembering your words. "don't tackle him or anything, he's still small and fragile!!"

✧ ruffling his hair, boothill picks up his son up in his arms, a grin forming on his lips as he feels the all too familiar grubby hands gripping his hat, tilting it to the side, a fit of giggles erupted, apparently the sight of his hat covering the side of his face was hilarious.

✧ "is it really that funny, junior?" he sighed, carefully hoisting him up to make it more comfortable for the both of them. "ah whatever, let's wait for mama to come back from shopping alright?"

✧ at the mention of your name your son's head perks up, stopping his giggles. "mama!" he exclaims, this time fully yanking his hat off. boothill shakes his head at his actions.

✧ he knows that love is complicated, something that can’t be fully understood at a young age. to him, this is a reminder of the purity of a child’s love—something untainted by the complexities of adult life.

the romantic

jing yuan —

✧ "ah, you’ve got good taste, my little one. but remember, love is a journey, one that requires patience and understanding." he’d likely share a romantic story or two, expressing his deep affection for you, his wife.

✧ jing yuan would smile warmly at his girl's declaration. how sweet of her to be wed to you, although he knows it's impossible, he couldn't break his sweet child's heart.

✧ jing yuan would chuckle softly, his hand ruffling his little one's hair as she gazed up at him with bright, innocent eyes. "you've got quite the ambition, my dear."

✧ his golden eyes would soften as he exchanged a warm glance with you, his wife. "i think mommy might like that idea," he’d tease, his deep voice carrying a note of affection.

✧ kneeling down to his child's height, jing yuan leans in closer, his smile widening. "but you know, love isn't just about weddings or promises. it’s about cherishing someone every day, even in the little things."

✧ he’d pull you both into a gentle embrace, his strong arms encircling his family. "besides, your mother already has my heart. but maybe… just maybe, you can help me take care of her, too."

✧ the child would beam, feeling proud and important, while jing yuan would place a soft kiss on your forehead, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "looks like i’ve got some competition," he'd say playfully, causing you both to laugh.

✧ later, as he tucks your little one into bed and he whispers, "you’ll find your own special someone one day, but for now, let’s make sure mommy knows how much we both love her."

imbibitor lunae —

✧ a soft, knowing smile would spread on his face, his ethereal gaze settling on his child with a tender warmth. "ah, to marry your mother… a noble thought indeed. the bond between two souls is sacred, built on trust and mutual respect," he’d say, his voice as serene as a breeze.

✧ he then turns his gaze to you, his eyes reflecting centuries of love. "your mother is a rare treasure indeed, and i’m glad to see you understand this at such a young age." His words are gentle yet profound.

✧ kneeling down gracefully, he’d gently lift his child’s hand, brushing a thumb across their tiny fingers. "but love is not something to be rushed. it’s like the moon in its cycle—waxing, waning, yet always returning to full."

✧ imbibitor lunae would most likely recite a beautiful verse from an ancient text, encapsulating the sacredness of love and family: “like the stars embracing the night sky, so too shall our hearts stay intertwined across the ages.”

✧ with a chuckle, he’d then stroke the child’s cheek softly. "but until you’re older, why not help me look after her? there’s much to learn in the way of love and care."

✧ he’d then pull both you and your child close, his comforting and grounding presence enveloping the moment in peace. "together, we are strong. perhaps one day, you’ll find your own soul to cherish as I do your mother."

argenti —

✧ argenti throws his head back with a booming laugh, his hand ruffling his child’s hair with infectious enthusiasm. "ah, such noble sentiments! you wish to marry your mother? how valiant!" his eyes would gleam with pride, and he’d turn to you with an exaggerated, theatrical gasp. "it seems i’ve been bested by our own child!"

✧ with a dramatic flourish, he’d lift you off your feet, spinning you in a playful circle before setting you down (with you playfully smacking his arm), his voice filled with lightheartedness.

✧ "but alas! your mother has already claimed my heart, dear one."

✧ to celebrate his child’s declaration (yes, have i ever mentioned that argenti is absolutely dramatic??), argenti would likely organize a spontaneous "family adventure." he’d gather some flowers from a nearby meadow or call forth a small spectacle of radiant lights from his sword, creating a miniature show. "we shall offer these as a tribute to the queen of our hearts—your mother!"

✧ he would encourage the child to present the gathered flowers or lights to you, his smile proud as his child participated in the grand romantic gesture. "together, we shall shower her with the love and admiration she so rightfully deserves!"

✧ later, as you all relaxed beneath the stars, argenti would point to the sky, his voice soft yet brimming with passion. "you see those stars, little one? each one shines with the love i have for your mother. and someday, you will understand how to shine just as brightly."

✧ argenti has never been prouder of his little one. "for now, my brave one, let’s continue showering her with love, for the greatest battles are not won with swords but with the heart."

the pragamtist (will break your child's heart)

welt —

✧ welt smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in that thoughtful, knowing way of his. "that’s very sweet of you," he’d say, his voice calm and reassuring. "but your mother and i are already committed to each other."

✧ uh oh. he can his child's bottom lip quiver.. wait.. no.. he didn't mean it—wait—!!

✧ "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY DID YOU TAKE MOMMY AWAAAYY" ah.. there it is.. oh woe is welt. and so as your child wails and fat tears roll down his cheeks your ears perk up, obviously worried for your child who is quite literally screaming his lungs out.

✧ you walk out of your room and into the living room where you see welt trying his best to calm down his son, majority of the time welt does an amazing job in soothing him to sleep and cease his yowling but today? right now? it seems like no matter what welt tried it was to no avail.

✧ "what's going on?" you asked, raising a brow at this odd scene before you. taking a seat beside your son he quickly wastes no time in latching onto you, his chubby arms barely wrapped around your waist, his head squished against your thigh.

✧ you give welt a look. he sighs, staring down at his son who has successfully calmed down. "you see, [c/n] wants to marry you when he's older..." he begins, watching your reaction. "mhm.." you hummed, signalling for him to continue. "and i told him that we were already married."

✧ "... is that so..?" you giggled, looking down at your son who's gripping onto the fabric of your pants. "is that right, [c/n]?" your son slowly lifts his head up, an adorable pout on his lips. he stares at you before pointing at your husband.

✧ "daddy took mommy away!" he yells angrily, if it was possible, there would be steam coming out of your baby's ear.

✧ welt winces at the voice his child uses before speaking up. "you see, love is about understanding and growing with another person. it’s not just about wanting to be with someone—it’s about supporting them, no matter what."

✧ ??? "???? welt you're speaking to him as if he can understand."

✧ "oh, right." welt clears his throat, holding his son's much smaller hands in his own. "son, i understand that you love your mommy very much but..." he glances over at you. "me and mommy are already.. together. and mommy can't marry you because—"

✧ "WHY CAN'T I MARRY MOMMY" yet another session of crying begins. welt is practically dumbfounded.

✧ you click your tongue, lifting your son up into your arms, cradling him and patting his back. "shh, it's okay. daddy knows nothing... you can marry mommy if you want!" you cooed.

✧ "what—"

dr. ratio —

✧ raising an eyebrow at his child’s declaration he closes his book, his attention now fully on his child. " so you want to marry your mother, huh? well, while your intention is admirable, there’s a lot more to it than just saying 'i do.' you see, relationships are like a complex equation—variables, constants, and sometimes, unknown factors."

✧ 😐 dr ratio your child can barely answer do division calm down

✧ 'this is a great opporunity!' he thinks as he starts pacing, hands waving in the air as he speaks. "now, love, that’s the x factor! you can’t quantify it, but it changes everything. you might think it’s simple, but oh no, it’s much like trying to balance a chemical formula—get one thing wrong, and, well, it could blow up in your face!" he’d smile, amused by his own analogy.

✧ turning to you with a smirk, he’d nod. "your mother here—she's like the most elegant solution to the most complicated equation in my life."

✧ he’d then sit down beside his child, crossing his legs and leaning forward as if revealing a secret. "one day, you’ll find your perfect match—your own variable to balance things out. it’s like an ongoing experiment in life. but don't rush it! you’ve got plenty of time to gather data, test hypotheses, and figure out what works best for you."

✧ "and if you ever need help, your dad's here for you." with a grin, he’d ruffle their hair in a show of affection. "for now, though, we’ve got a pretty solid family unit here. no need to add more variables just yet." he hums.

✧ as he continued to ramble, you entered the room, finding your husband somewhat lecturing your child. he turns to you with a softer gaze. "our little one will understand it all someday. love is just like… oh, I don’t know, maybe quantum entanglement. two particles, forever linked no matter the distance."

✧ "what wont they understand?" you asked, wiping your hands off of the towel. "also dinner's ready. eating butter chicken today!" you chirped, walking back out and beginning to set the plates down on the table.

✧ eventually, dr. ratio would lean back, satisfied with his explanation. "do you understand?"

✧ your child nods their head eagerly, a wide and happy smile plastered on their face. "mhm!" but dr. ratio knows better.

✧ even if your child doesn't understand their father, that's fine. dr ratio loves them much more than others... he wouldn't mind giving them extra lessons to fully wrap the logic around their little head.

gallagher —

✧ though slovenly but content, he smiled gently as he listened to his daughter’s declaration. he was dressed in his usual disheveled manner—shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, and an apron stained with coffee and whiskey splashes.

✧ “marry your mother, huh?” he’d say with a soft chuckle, glancing over at you with warmth. "that’s quite the bold statement, kiddo." his daughter does nothing but gaze up lovingly at her dad, awaiting his advice.

✧ the three of you were seated in his usual haunt, a cozy corner of his bar where he’d brought you along for some family time—though even now, he remained courteous, casually nodding at a few patrons who passed by.

✧ wiping down a glass, gallagher would take a moment to think, his vigilance never fully dropping even in such a relaxed setting. "marriage," he’d begin, wiping his hands on his apron, "it’s not something you just do because it sounds nice."

✧ he’d glance at you with a half-smirk, then return his gaze to his daughter. "you see, love—it’s like making the perfect cocktail. you’ve got to find just the right ingredients, mix ’em carefully, and sometimes let it sit before you know it’s ready. rushing it? well, that’s how you end up with a bitter drink."

✧ there goes gallagher and his cocktail analogy.

✧ he tosses a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward, resting his arms on the table. "someone who fits with you like how your mother and i fit together. but don’t go ordering the drink before you’re ready for it, you know?"

✧ you smiled at your daughter, ruffling her hair. "why do you want to marry me, [c/n]?" your daughter turns to you, eyes sparkling with admiration. "because mama is pretty!"

✧ "🥺🥺 oh baby..." brb you're gonna go bawl your eyes out now.

✧ as you hoist your daughter into your arms and hug her tightly, gushing about how adorable she is and that you're the luckiest mother alive, gallagher finishes drying the glasses and watches the both of you with such a soft gaze that siobhan isn't sure if this is the gallagher that she knows, but everyone has their secrets.

✧ "for now," he says—interrupting your little moment— before sliding another glass your way, "we’ve got each other, and that’s more than enough. we’re a solid team. although I'm not sure if i appreciate you trying to steal my wife from me..."

"what did you just say"

jiaoqiu —

✧ jiaoqiu’s ears twitch the moment he heard his daughter’s innocent declaration, his sharp hearing picking up every word. "what did you just say?" his tone shows a hint of jealousy, his eyes narrowing slightly before he caught himself, realizing who had spoken.

✧ this was his daughter, after all—still innocent, still sweet, and still adorable as ever.

✧ clearing his throat and quickly composing himself, jiaoqiu smiled ever so softly, despite not being able to see, he had become accustomed to pinpointing where exactly a person was.

✧ "that is so sweet of you," he say, his voice now softening with affection. his tail flicks in amusement, but there would be no mistaking the tenderness in his tone. "your mother is truly special, isn’t she?"

✧ he pats his daughter's head, his expression full of warmth as he hears her giggle. "you’ve got good taste, of course. but let me tell you, your mom’s already been swept off her feet by someone else—yours truly."

✧ he pulls his daughter close, jiaoqiu ruffles her hair, his grin never fading. "keep that loving heart of yours, and i promise, one day you’ll find someone just as perfect for you. Someone who may or may not outweigh me in terms of cooking.."

✧ jiaoqiu lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he hears his daughter giggle, shaking her head. "just make sure you bring them to me first. i’ll need to give them the old ‘jiaoqiu test,’ alright?"

✧ "oh and make sure they have good taste in food, otherwise they aren't worth it. haha, just kidding.."

luocha —

✧ his green eyes widened slightly at the innocent declaration, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he processed what his daughter had said. luocha gracefully bent down, just enough to meet his daughter's gaze, his golden hair cascading over his shoulders like threads of light.

✧ the tender amusement in his expression didn’t hide the warmth in his eyes as he replied, “you want to marry your mother?”

✧ he paused for a moment as if savouring the sweetness of the moment, before gently pinching her cheeks. “that’s incredibly sweet of you, and it makes me happy to know how much love you have in your heart.” his voice was soft, as though he were speaking a secret known only to them.

✧ with a slow, deliberate motion, luocha brushed a strand of his daughter's hair back, tucking it neatly behind their ear. “but marriage,” he continued, his tone calm, “is a commitment, a bond built on trust and mutual care.”

✧ he glanced over at you (who is smiling like an absolutely mad woman), his smile deepening. “your mother is someone truly remarkable, isn’t she?” he let the words linger each one carrying its own weight. "i’m glad you see how special she is, just as i do.”

✧ luocha took his child’s small hand in his own, his long fingers curling gently around theirs. "you’ve got so much love to give, and that’s something to cherish. always hold onto that kindness, that love."

✧ standing tall again, his coat swaying behind him like a quiet whisper, luocha’s eyes softened even more as he gently lifted his child into his arms, holding them close. “for now,” he said, his voice tender but filled with certainty, “you’re already surrounded by love. our family is your home."

✧ he turns toward you, carrying your child effortlessly in one arm, his other hand reaching out to you. you gladly take it, the familiar warmth blossoming in your body as you feel his sweet gesture.

✧ luocha clears his throat. "that doesn't mean you can marry a boy, okay? boys are good for nothing.." "luocha!!" you frown, slapping his arm. your husband looks down at you, a sweet and innocent smile on his lips. "hm..? i didn't say anything," he hums before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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[lovelykil]

despite literally coming here yourself and sleeping in his bed, you wouldn't cuddle with him. It really wasn't your thing.

"why won't you turn around y/n..?" Izu whines, poking at your back some more. You on your side, away from him sealed your eyes shut and tired to fall asleep but you couldn't. Not with his whining ass.

"I don't feel like cuddling." You grumble, shifting away some more. Izuku's poking eventually ceased now that you moved away from him. There was a pause.. the peaceful silence lingered around, you were in content for about 4.5 seconds.

"but I miss you." He muttered, sounding like a sad little puppy. He was truly being sincere and sorrowful right behind you, even though you couldnt see it physically.. his voice gave it away. Your eyes dilate, you quickly turn over and look at him.

"you do?" You whisper. Izu nods slowly, his dejected eyes fixing on yours. You stare into them feeling as if you are being hypnotized, his pretty shade of green melancholy eyes have this strange effect on you that you despise.

but adore at the same time.. of course, you never admitted that to him.

you sigh, scooting closer toward the teen. His once sad eyes were now stunned and grateful as you inched towards him.

after a pleasant scoff, you grin into his warm neck, where you nuzzled your face into it.

"you're such a baby you know.."His cheeks flutter and his hearts skips a beat. He's growing nervous but he ached for your touch, wanting it all day. In the classroom, during training, outside of the classroom.

he just wanted you, and now he has you after endless waiting.. You're here finally.

he's quick to embrace you, hold you tight into his cozy chest. He knew you weren't big on affection, rarely giving him hugs or kisses out in public even barely when alone.

he respects your wishes and doesn't force you to do anything if you don't want to, keeping his space with you and suppressing his urges to just squeeze you into his strong arms, inviting or more so forcing you into a big hug.

at least you're getting accustomed to hand holding now.. it's a start, right? Well it definitely is for him. And now cuddling possibly?? Has he won the jackpot or something?

whatever the case, you were finally growing closer to him even if it was insults you threw at him to shield away your flustered state. You did love him but you weren't going to say it.

at least not yet.

you blush into the crook of his neck when he held you tightly, gosh, he is so clingy.

but you secretly enjoy it. His chin rests ontop of your head after he kisses your forehead with such sweet love.

you hold back a giddy smile but form one anyway.

damn this boy. what has he done to you?

[jasvtsc]

good girl’s dream

“better? you’re gonna stop cryin’ now?” he asked, keeping his fingers in your mouth.

you sniffled and nodded, however a pathetic whine escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness after he pulled his fingers out.

sometimes, ben had his moments of tenderness where he wasn’t acting like a total dick. you were his little princess, so sometimes you got special treatment—well, you always got special treatment, but the options varied.

cause he would either destroy your pussy and call you a fucking slut or hold you tightly and stroke your hair as you fell asleep in his lap.

and now, you got the more tender side of him.

he sighed and wiped his fingers on his shirt, looking at you with something that resembled both exasperation and amusement. and maybe a tiny bit of concern.

you just fell and lightly scraped your knee like half an hour ago but kept wailing even after coming home. so annoyed with the sound of you crying (and not really knowing what to do to make you feel better) he stuffed his thick digits into your mouth. and that was enough to keep you quiet and calm you down as you softly suckled on them.

but when you started blinking more heavily, your body practically going numb, he quickly withdrew them. which explained the yet another pout on your face, your lower lip slightly quivering.

“come on, baby. it’s just a small bruise. it’s not that bad,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. fuck, you were making him soft. but he couldn’t be angry when you were looking so sweet, with those big puppy eyes that just yearned for his love and attention.

gosh, you were so pathetically adorable, just wanting him to take care of you.

with a sigh, he lifted you up, placing you on his lap and lifting your leg, looking at your knee. your skin was slightly scraped and reddened but it didn’t seem to be anything serious—at least not to him. he started blowing some air on your small injury, his warm breath hitting your skin and making you shiver. he smirked and then leaned forward, placing small kisses all over the spot.

when a small smile graced your face, he pulled away and started stroking your hair.

“there we go. atta girl,” he cooed lowly, cradling the back of your head, rubbing his thumb on your temple. “much better when you’re not being a sniffling baby,” he scoffed and pulled your head forward, kissing your forehead and then your lips.

“i’m not a baby,” you murmured with a pout, and ben swore to himself that if you started crying again, he’d just put a muzzle on you.

“yes, you very much are. such a lil’ crybaby. always crying and sniffling for daddy, hmm?” he teased, his hands slowly going up your legs and under your miniskirt.

you gasped as his thumbs started rubbing your folds, toying with them through the thin material of the pink-ish lace. god, did he fucking love when you wore the things he bought you.

already in a daze-like state, you slumped further into the bed, basically drowning between the pillows as he kept working you up. you let out a soft whimper and he smirked, now beginning to rub your clit.

“these sounds are so much better than you sobbin’ your pretty eyes out, baby,” he drawled, applying more pressure on your sensitive bud and making you gasp, oh so sweetly. “yeah, so much better.”

slowly, he slid your now dampened panties down, but kept them on your ankles. then, he made you cum around his dick seven times, leaving you spent and filled to the brim with his creamy essence. satisfied with himself, he pulled your panties back up and patted your core, giving your messy folds a few strokes with his thumb.

“there we go. all sleepy and filled with daddy’s cum. and we’re gonna keep it there all nicely cause we don’t want it to go to waste or do we?” he cocked an eyebrow, expecting only one answer from you.

“n-no. we won’t,” you slurred, slowly shaking your head.

“good girl,” he smiled darkly, pressing his thumb on your clothed and filled hole, feeling you clench around nothing but your mixed juices.

you were such a good girl for him.

[felixaha]

Hii, hope youre doing okay ;D

I would like to request enji todoroki x trans male reader nsfw fic with something like a daddy/boy dynamic, if you are comfy writing, that is!!

Have a nice one

“fucking slut.”

AAAJSKDUJS IM SO SORRY IF IT ISNT WHAT YOU EXPECTED , IM NOT GOOD W DADDY/BOY DYNAMICS ! ! 😭😭😭 please let me know if i did anything wrong ! 🩵 and actually im on my period so i AM extremely horny .

ps : im really bad at english so its possible i have a few wrong grammers and im so sorry its short ! ! 😭☹️ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING 💞💞

𖦹₊ ⊹ top!dom! enji todoroki x ftm

bottom!reader . degradation kink

with a mix of praise , daddy /

boy dynamic , mirror sex , used

terms of boypussy , cunt ,

chest , tits , overstimulation .

his eyes narrowed, eyeing the boy under him who was shaking from people, the grin plastered on his face widening.

“filthy slut, letting daddy do anything to you, is that how desperate you are?”

he coo’d, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that caused you to cry out.

“UghN—!please, daddy its t’much!!”

you moaned, your boypussy tightening around his cock as he let out a chuckle.

“aww, poor puppy is so overwhelmed huh? taking daddy’s big cock like you need it.”

he praised, caressing your cheek before changing positions causing you to face the mirror and see how much of a mess you were. out of shame and embarrassment, you turn your head to the side, letting out a choked moan at his sudden thrust.

“look at yourself, baby. look how much of a mess you are for me.”

his voice was firm, hand grabbing your chin to look at the mirror, eyes teary, hair messy and body full of marks, your cunt squeezing around him so tightly drove him wild.

“AH—?!” your eyes widened when he started thrusting harshly, hands gripping your hips to make you bounce up and down on his cock, your poor hole being abused repeatedly.

“fuck— good boy, thats it baby im- mgg..” he groaned, head throwing back as he lets you move and ride him. Gosh, how could he resist you..

“daddy pl- UwaAh— im- ah fuck—! daddy, s’too much!!” you whine out, legs shaking from the extreme pleasure as you gripped on his shoulders.

he lifts your head, pecking your lips before trailing down until he reached your chest, licking and sucking on your nipples.

you arched your back, vision blurry as you cum all around his cock again, you were so tired but it seemed he just started.

“you can handle more, pretty boy, come on.”

———————

how many hours has it been? you couldnt even count how many you came now.

your body was weak, shaking as he pants and smirked down at you. “was i too hard? poor puppy.”

he mocked, kissing your cheek before kneeling down in front of you, glancing at your confused face.

“what are you d-doing? uwaah—!” his hands gently spread your legs, revealing the tempting sight of your wet, glistening cunt.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against your folds, his tongue flicking out to explore your sensitive flesh.

he was relentless, his tongue delving deeper, his lips sucking and nibbling on your poor clit. He savored the taste and the sounds of your moans, reveling in the power he held over you.

“Ngh—!! daddy thats- ah- i cant take it-“ you babbled out, back arching as his licks and sucks grew intense, causing you to cum again from the sensitivity.

he only hummed, suddenly kneeling between your legs, effortlessly pinning both your wrists in one hand.. thats hot. “one more time, baby.”

he purred, lifting your legs and placing it on top of his shoulders.

“you said that last round!!”

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙! ♡︎

anon asked: hobuu! Can I request a Dom! male reader × sub! Malewife Thoma please?(≧◡≦) ♡

Degrading and spanking! the reader has been busy with work and Thoma got needy so he started playing with himself, the reader caught him then fucked him rough ~

characters: sub!thoma x male!dom!reader

warnings: spanking, edging, dacryphillia, size kink if u squint, overstimulation, dumbification, degrading, praise, hair pulling

notes: gosh i just love the cute little emotes you put nonnie! it’s just *goes feral*

also by male i also meant AMAB, transmasc or even male bodied reader. anything that’s comfy with u loves!

being a househusband who’s sweet loving hubby is a hard working detective of the tenryou commission was a hard thing. thoma loves his husband don’t get the poor guy wrong! but it’s just that his beloved [name] has been too drowned in his work. the tenryou commission is the commission of the three that upholds peace and safety of inazuma and his husband does an amazing job but he sometimes can’t help but be a teeny tiny needy.

which led to him breaking one of the promises the blonde made with his lover.

stripping himself from his clothes and bringing out one of the dildos they keep in their little stash of toys. one that is the closest size to his husband’s. squirting a messy amount of lube on the toy he slowly slid the tip inside. whining and grabbing at the sheets below him, thoma moaned out his husband’s name unaware of the jingling of keys outside his shared home.

slurring out his husband’s name, sounding like a cheap whore when he finally sat down and slid the whole thing inside, thoma looked down at the mess he made. the toy was big, leaving a small barely noticeable bump in his tummy but it wasn’t enough. his darling husband is bigger than this stupid toy but for now he guesses he could at least act like it is.

slowly starting to bounce up and down on the fake cock, thoma slid down one of his hands to toy with the slit of his cock. smearing the slippy, wet pre-cum over his tip and rubbing on the sensitive underneath. but it wasn’t enough! it didn’t feel good like how his husband does it!

panting and whining like a sweet puppy in heat, thoma continued to ride the dildo, pinching at his pretty pink nipples, smacking on the inner side of his thigh - just like how his husband does it.

flopping down to lay on his stomach, the jade eyed young man rubbed his sticky, hard cock against the sheets. rutting his angry red tip into the sheets while bouncing on the fake dick.

it wasn’t enough to make him cum. he just needed his husband! he always makes thoma shake and sob in pleasure! when the blonde whined out his husband’s name in desperation he felt a hand suddenly slap his rear, making him reel with a loud, startled sob before squirting out cum from his cherry tip.

looking up from the mattress, thoma saw the man he loved standing behind him with a disappointed look.

apologies stumbled out of his mouth like a waterfall before a sultry sob replaced it, his husband having removed the dildo from his twitching hole.

quickly stripping your clothes off, almost ripping some of the buttons in the process, you gently pulled thoma up from his hair into a sitting position. the shorter male melting into the hand that’s holding his head and blinking up at you through tear stained lashes.

“what a whore of a husband i have. does this stupid thing make you feel good, thoma?” whining out “no”-s and “sorry”-s, thoma knew he was in trouble. whenever he breaks a promise you’re never easy on his punishments.

“then prove it to me, puppy. ride my cock if you wanna prove it” fervently nodding, the blonde crawled up to your sitting place before taking your cock in his hands and slowly sinking down.

archons, his husband is the best. always reaching into the deepest parts he thought was never there without even trying, making him choke in his own moans, jade green eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

without even giving him a room to adjust you smacked the blonde’s ass again, causing him to jolt and start bouncing sloppily. giving him another slap to his ass, you harshly tugged on his long hair, causing him to arch his back beautifully with a slurred mewl of your name.

“aawwwhh… h-hubby.. sho big—can’t c-can’t thinkk~” tripping over his words, it seems like just a few bounce was all it took for your slutty husband to break. grabbing at his waist with a bruising grip, you forced thoma to continue riding your dick in a painfully slow pace.

he was hopeless. already starting to claw at your shoulders, whining about wanting to cum. sobbing out apologies, drawling out your name in a high pitched voice, thoma was a goner.

“if you want to cum so badly then you better work for it, my pretty slut” that one praise was all the push thoma needed. starting to bounce on your length as fast as he can with his shaking legs, all it took for him to squirt on his abs was a simple pinch to his blush pink nipples.

but it wasn’t enough. his husband was finally home now so thoma can finally fulfill his neediness and get what he had been craving for the past weeks. continuing to bounce on your length, the blonde had a cute little heart in his eyes, giving you a sultry smile with tear stained, reddened cheeks, all he could do was whine out “m-moohre.. more pleashee!”

[classypauli]

She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader Summary: With the new university Y/N meets new opportunities, plays on the football team, meets new people, makes new friendships, and maybe finds something she didn’t think would find.... But being dressed as her brother can create little problems in the future. She’s the Man AU A/N: So this fic will be based on the movie She´s the Man, it won´t follow every step of the story, I had it in mind some time now and have been thinking about if it is a good idea or not but well, here goes nothing… Not forcing anyone to read this, idk just wanted to try something new. Warning: first time writing, bad grammar and punctuation in complex sentences, spelling errors, boring and awkward Word count: 5k I DON’T OWN THE MOVIE THIS STORY IS BASED ON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN THERE. IT’S ONLY FICTION AND NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

Chapter 1

Y/N is sitting in her brother´s room, eyes wide open  „You can´t be serious! How am I supposed to do that?!“ she shouted at him. „I´ll be thankful to you till the end of my life.“ well, that won´t be for long if she decides to kill him right now. „Charlie-“

„Please Y/N you are my only hope, you know I´ve been wanting to go to this festival for so long, you know what it means to me, please.“ he puts his hands in a praying position, and now his puppy eyes are the only thing his sister can see. „Ew get away from me.“ she pushed him into the chest as he stumbled back.

Charlie, Y/N´s twin brother, wants her to impersonate him. Yeah, you heard it right, he wants his sister to go to his school and act like him this whole time that he will be on tour. He is in the band, their parents aren´t really happy about it, they say that music won´t get him anywhere and he should concentrate on the more important stuff. Y/N´s sad because she was always like if something makes you happy, that´s all that matters, right? But he isn´t giving up, he still hopes that he can convince them about being serious with music.

And don´t get her wrong, she´d do anything and everything for him, he is her brother, her twin, but this... She´s not so sure, it´s just too much, what if they find out? What if she isn´t good enough and mess up? What would their parents say? Oh God too much pressure on her shoulders and she didn´t even say yes.

But his sad and disappointed eyes are her last straw. „Gosh.... m'kay.“ Y/N whispered under her breath almost unnoticed. Charlie´s eyes lit up like Christmas lights and started running to his sister yelling „Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I´ll do anything for you!“ He almost suffocated her when they hugged. „Careful with your words and now get off I can´t breathe!“ he immediately pushed himself off and started his little winning dance.

She rolled her eyes at him „So how we are going to do that? I mean, I need to look exactly like you, act like you, talk like you, and EVEN SMELL like you? Well now I´m not so sure if I can do this I mean-“ she looked at him and scrunched up her nose. „Oh, you didn´t you f-“ he hit Y/N with the pillow in the head. She started laughing at her brother's offended face. „Just kidding stop being a baby.“

He stood up and started thinking „Well we look alike, like a lot, so there won´t be much work in the face-“ „What?!“ „-but you need to learn how to walk like me and dress like me. Stand up we are having our first lesson.“

They were practicing her walk, or more like his walk, and she got it pretty right. Clothes won´t be a big problem cause they wear uniforms and wearing baggy clothes is one of the most comfortable things for her. She doesn´t know how she will do it but for her brother, she needs to at least try.

A couple of days passed and now Y/N is sitting in the passenger seat, Charlie is behind the wheel. Sun is shining through the windows of their parent's car. She is wearing her school uniform and her leg is bouncing up and down in black uncomfortable shoes.

„Stop Y/N it will be okay-„ she turned to him „Well it´s easy for you to say! You aren´t the one dressed as me!“. Okay maybe she´s a little dramatic but she´s shitting her uniform pants right now, oh God please let this be over already.

Y/N didn´t even notice and they were already in front of the school. Students were walking back and forth, laughing and greeting each other after the holidays. The girl wasn´t a social kid growing up. I mean she doesn´t have a problem with talking to others, the problem is in the start of conversations. She can try as hard as she can but she never knows how to begin. Her mind suddenly stops working and becomes quiet. She´s not shy, at least she doesn´t think she is. For the longest time of her life, she thought that she was an introvert but as she was getting older she realized maybe she´s just a quiet extrovert. Y/N likes to listen to people more than talk to them. She likes to be by herself but also enjoys the company of the right people.

„Okay we are here, “ Charlie said „Just try to enjoy it, it will be fun“. Yeah, his twin is boiling with excitement.

They got out of the car, her brother went to get her bags from the back and she just stood there. Just like a kid for the first time going to school, doesn´t know what's waiting for them. She just realized that this is real and that what is she going to do is a crazy idea.

„Ch-Charlie I think I changed my mind I can´t do this-“

„Y/N STOP-“

Walking to her dorm room is the next thing, bags in hands trying to find her room. Finally, she sees the right numbers and she can´t wait to put these heavy bags in there. She unlocked the door and walked straight to the room.

„Oh hi!“ Y/N heard from the other side, looked up and her eyes met with the unknown boy.

„I´m Percy.“ he walked up to her and offered his hand „I´m guessing you are my roommate?“ He was a little taller than her and had long brown hair.

„Yeah, nice to meet you my name´s Y-Ch-Charlie, my name´s Charlie.“ she said as she shook his hand. Damn! She needs to concentrate more.

„Well Charlie pleasure to meet you“ he smiled „I´d like to sit and talk with you but I have to go now, you can put your clothes right there, and on the left side of the door is the bathroom, thankfully every room has one so not all students have to share the same one.“  Well, at least it would be easier for her to shower. Y/N thanked him as he walked away. With a sigh, she fell right into her new bed. She started unpacking and soon walked out of the dorm. She doesn´t know where is she going but she will find out. Silently cursed at her new roommate for rushing away even though he knew she was new. Y/N was in her world passing around the corner of the hallway until someone smashed into her.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry!”

The girl moved her gaze to the voice and there was a guy, he was taller than her and looked like he was in a rush, he was holding some clothes which were probably PE uniform.

“I didn’t mean to do it I swear I didn’t see y-“

“Hey it’s okay nothing happened but damn you are in quite a rush”. she laughed and he started to rub his neck.

“Yeah, I’m heading into football practice and I’m late again, oh God my coach is going to kill me, last time he said if this happens one more time he will kick me out of the team.” he kept rumbling but the only word Y/N could catch in his sentence was “football”.

“But hey at least you are okay, I’m glad nothing serious happened-“ she cut him off.

“Wait you play football?”

“Uhm yeah, doesn’t it look like it?”. He asked in a small voice as if he was sad about it. What? He definitely looks like someone who does some sport, he is big and tall with his big arms wide shoulders, and athletic legs.

“No I didn’t mean it like that-” he kept watching her with curious eyes “-I just used to play football too and yeah, I don’t even know why I react-“ his face lit up.

“You can go with me! We have enough space in our team!”

“Thank you but am not sure if-“

“No! Please! I’m not going to force you but you can at least come and look, please-“ he was giving her puppy eyes now “-if you come with me then the coach would forgive me maybe if I said I was bringing you-“

“So that’s what it is about!”

“No! Well- maybe- but it would be cool to have someone new on our team! And we are missing a midfielder because of his injury, so you could fill up his place”. Well maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea, she can at least try. Y/N looked up at him and nodded.

“YES! Come with me- wait my name’s Mason”

“Charlie” she introduced herself with her brother's name.

They shook hands and started to walk into a field.

„You are new here, right? I don´t think I saw you before.“-

Y/N was now standing inside the cafeteria, she was looking around for a spot when suddenly she saw Percy, he was sitting in one of the middle tables with some of his friends. Before she could do anything he looked up and saw her.

„Charlie!“ he waved his hand for her to come over to the table, his friends already looking at her. Well, there´s no way to go back now.

„Hey, I wanted you to introduce me to my friends.“ he said smiling „This is Hunter and Georgie.“ Y/N shook their hands and took a seat.

„Nice to meet you, Charlie, “ Hunter said, „so how´s the first day goin´?“

„Well I´m just warming myself in here but so far I don´t have any negative words.“

Georgie took a sip of something he had in his cup and looked at her „That´s good, if you have a problem with something just ask.“

Hunter laughed at Georgie „Yeah but I don´t recommend asking Georgie for help with a class, he is the one who should seek help with that.“

„I´m not!“ he said offended. Y/N could only laugh at their bickering. „Don´t mind them-“ Percy wanted to continue with his sentence but his eyes caught something more interesting. She followed his gaze until she was met with three girls who walked into the cafeteria. They sat opposite their table and were discussing something that Y/N´s ears couldn´t hear because of the loud noise of other students in the room. She knew that Percy knew them or at least one of them, she would be an idiot to not catch that stare he was giving them but she was fighting with inner thoughts if she should ask or not. Before she could even decide Hunter saw that and turned around to look.

„Oh, “ he said, and soon Georgie followed Hunter's action and started laughing. „you may wonder why is Percy stuck. “ he said to Y/N. „Well Charlie, the one girl in the middle is Jenna, and Percy here has been trying to get with her forever but with no answer “. Oh, so he was looking at her. Yeah no wonder, she caught Y/N´s attention pretty quickly. She was really attractive even from this far. „He tried everything.“ Georgie continued „from writing her letter and getting it into her locker, drawing her portrait and leaving it on the seat she used to sit at to ask her in person but nothing!“ he laughed and Percy punched him into his shoulder. „This is not funny! I don´t know what to do anymore!“.

„Have you thought about that maybe she didn´t see you in that way?“ Hunter asked as he turned back to him.

„Of course you idiot but at least she could give me a chance“ 

„Well, I don´t know I mean... it´s a little strange I can´t even remember if I have ever seen her with someone. There are lots of guys who wanted to get with her but she turned them down, maybe she doesn´t want a relationship now-“ Hunter still kept looking at him with a serious face „-Or maybe she just thinks you are a creep.“ Georgie said and started laughing again. Percy groaned and put his head in his hands. Y/N could only smile at this boy, he was hilarious.

They were sitting there and talking mostly about classes and professors in school. She learned that Percy is in an art club and loves to paint. That would answer the question of why he has so many paintings on the walls of his side of the room, Y/N must admit he is talented and has a unique style. Hunter and Georgie, the two boys she just met, were friendly, they always tried to keep her in a conversation and asked her questions about her last school, hobbies, and family. The girl may don´t know them for too long but she can already say that she feels comfortable with them.

Y/N was speed walking out of her last class, she had a long day and couldn´t wait for it to end. Tomorrow she´s going to have her first training and she wanted to get herself some sleep. She was thinking about things to do when suddenly her body crushed into someone. Yeah, again.  She heard a small ugh and the sound of books falling on the floor. Well only her luck. She picked herself up and looked at who was the other person. She didn’t know if her eyes were making some magic on her or not. She realized what happened and started picking up her books from the ground.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to!“

“No no, it was my fault.” Y/N looked at her and was met with big doe eyes. Her brain couldn’t process what was happening. In front of her was Jenna, the girl from the cafeteria, she was wearing a school uniform and stood shorter than Y/N, her dark brown eyes, which she couldn´t see a couple of minutes ago clearly, matched her long hair.

Suddenly the door from a principal’s office opened and he walked out. „What is-?“ he started but as he looked at the scene in front of him he smirked. „Getting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension. It's all part of the high school experience. So continue. Please. But keep it clean, though. OK. Abstinence is key. Abstinence is... the best way to not is to not... yes.“ he slowly took back steps and closed his door.

„Well“ Y/N sighed and looked and the other girl „That was awkward... is he always like this? Friendly?“ she asked her. Jenna softly laughed „Are you kidding? That´s him being rude“.

„Okey... ehm... I´ll continue with my way.“ She didn´t know why she was acting like this. „Here are your books.“ She handed her them and shot her apology for eyes „Sorry again I didn´t mean to.“

Jenna only looked up at her with wide eyes „It´s okay, nothing happened “ she smiled „Hope to see you again“.  Y/N quickly walked away leaving the other girl behind her. Damn, she needs to put herself together.

The next day Y/N felt a lot more relaxed, she spent almost all afternoon with Mason and she decided that he just become her favourite person. He was so kind. Keeping an eye on her and always asking if she needed anything. He was outgoing and even though her new friend was the polar opposite of her social life, Y/N couldn´t help but feel comfortable with Mason.

The whistle was heard from the football field and Y/N was trying to find her way of getting the ball into the net. God, she missed it so much. Her legs were running like there was no tomorrow, others got in her way to stop her but they never succeded, Y/N was too good. She knew that. In the past, when she used to play, she was one of the best, if not the best, in her team. She truly enjoyed it and now that she finally had the football ball on her foot there was no way to stop her. Y/N shot the ball into a net and it flew straight to the right top corner of the goal.

„What? Charlie! How are you this good man?“ Mason ran to her and grabbed her shoulders smiling. „And here you wanted to decline my offer!“

„Well I got a little lost.“ They started walking slowly to get their water as they got a quick pause from the coach.

Some people were sitting on the tribune but she didn´t mind. This wasn´t only a football field, there were a lot of sports grounds and right now there were a lot of athletes too. She scanned the chairs when suddenly she caught the girl. The same girl she saw for the first time in the cafeteria and the second time ran into. She had books on her knees and a bag beside her, her hair was waiving in soft wind. But there is no way that she came to look at the football training, right? She was waiting for someone, maybe her friend. But as she kept looking, their eyes met and Y/N quickly looked the other way. This was embarrassing. Luckily she was saved by the whistle and that made her jog her way to the coach.

At the end of her training coach called the girl on the side „Good job today Y/L/N, I would be glad if you come next practice.“ he said as he waited for her answer.

„Yes, you will see me, thank you for having me.“ He only nodded his head and walked away. Mason came to her side and was smiling widely „You impressed him today, I wouldn´t be surprised if he let you play in our next game.“ his eyebrows went up and down.

She was glad that she let herself be talked into this, Y/N hadn´t felt this alive since she could remember. It was for sure a good idea and couldn´t wait for the next practice. As she was walking back she shot one last glance at the tribune only to find the spot Jenna sat in empty.

Y/N was leaning on a table, they were waiting for their professor to start a class. She´s standing beside Percy, Hunter, and Georgie. They are talking about plans for the weekend. Y/N doesn´t really listen she just looks like she is listening.

She was thinking about her brother and how she would call him when her class was over. He already texted her, asking how it was going and if she had any troubles. She misses him, but she won´t tell him that of course, and how could she not, he is her twin, her other half.

The teacher walked to their group with a bucket in her hand. „Everyone, please take a slip and read off the name of your lab partner.“ Percy was the first one who grab the folded paper, he got Emma Myers. Emma was one of the group of girls they saw in the cafeteria. „Oh you are lucky, she´s cool.“ Georgie says and Hunter nods at his words.

Y/N unfolded her paper “Jenna Ortega” she says out loud and Jenna immediately looks at her with a smile. “You know each other?” Percy hissed at her. “No, not really” quickly turned away with a slight hint of red cheeks. “Switch up with me please” he went to grab the paper with the girl´s name on it. “I can’t! She already heard me, what would she think?” the girl grabbed her things and went to her new lab partner.

“Hi.. so you are my lab partner?” “Yeah,” she said smiling.

„I don´t think we introduced each other the other day.“ she was hitting on the day they both ran to each other. „No we didn´t, I´m Jenna.“ she grinned. „I´m Charlie.“ She almost forgot about her brother. Y/N felt Percy´s gaze but didn´t mind him. It´s not her fault that she got lucky to get her as a lab partner, right? It happened because of something she can´t control.

“You know ehm... the whole dissecting thing kind of freaks me out. So, think you may have to take the reins on this one.” she said slowly.

Jenna leaned into the table with her eyes still on the other girl.“Wow, no guy would ever admire that” Oh f- Y/N quickly realized her mistake. What is she even saying? “Shit, you are right” Her hands started to sweat but before the inner thoughts and anxiety could grow even more the brown-haired girl grabbed her hands. “No! It’s okay you don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s cute”

Y/N moved her eyes from their hands and looked at her. God her doe eyes, they were beautiful, so innocent and pure. She lowered her gaze at her smiling lips and then her dimples, at that action Jenna smiled even wider. “So today we are going to-“ she quickly pushed her own hands away and looked at the professor acting like she wasn’t just drooling over her classmate. This will be long.

“So how it went?” Percy asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The talk with Jenna, how it went? What were you talking about?” Y/N turned to him placing books on her table. They were in their dorm right now since their classes were over. “Nothing, just school work” Well she wasn’t lying. They were just talking. He was silent for a minute, looking out of the window.  “What are you thinking about?” the girl questioned him but his eyes were telling that his thoughts were elsewhere.

“Charlie I need you to do something for me” Well this doesn’t start well. “ Can you convince her to go out with me?” “Who?” He turned to her. 

“Jenna of course! It’s just I’ve been into her-“ yeah she had noticed “-for so long and this is like a perfect opportunity for me that she will finally say yes to me.” he sat on her bed and looked up at her. In this position, it seemed like he was giving her an ultimatum like there was no other answer than the one he wanted. And like dude, there may be a reason if she didn’t say yes to you yet. He keeps looking at her waiting for the girl's answer and to be honest, for some reason, she doesn’t really like the idea of him with Jenna together but on the other hand, she can’t just say no to him. Why is she always the one who needs to please someone's needs?

“Well, I’ll see what I can do”. Y/N nodded her head and Percy instantly got up.

“Thank you Char you are a lifesaver!” he smiled wide at her and went to his bed as she just stood there looking at the ground.

At night Y/N couldn´t sleep, she was thinking about what Percy said and she didn´t feel good about it. Because of something, it felt a little disrespectful towards Jenna, almost unfair. But she already agreed. She will just say something nice about him and see where it will go, she can´t influence Jenna´s decision after that and Percy can´t be mad at her if this doesn´t work.

She picked herself up and went to the bathroom, silently thanking God above that this wasn´t a public bathroom, and could shower without being scared that someone could see her. She doesn´t even know what she would say if someone finds out the twin´s secret. But she doesn´t want to think about that option.

A couple of days passed. The classes were good but the football practices were her favourite. Coach wants her to play in the upcoming game and she just can´t wait. Mason is her right hand and he is always supporting her, now when she doesn´t have her brother near, the boy is playing the role of her twin. Today she and Jenna have class again. They are talking a lot more. Y/N liked her, she was sweet and always smiling, she also found out that Jenna likes to listen to music and loves acting. She even recommended some of her favorite movies which Y/N didn´t see yet. They spend a lot of time together, besides being together in class, they also sometimes hang out in the cafeteria and walk together to classes, and sometimes she even sees Jenna watching her practice. Y/N doesn´t know how she found out about her being in the team but she isn´t even sure if the brown-eyed girl is sitting there every practice for her.

„What?“ Jenna was shocked „How come you have never seen that?“ they were talking about films, the movie Scream to be exact. They were sitting under the tree on some bench. Students were walking around chatting, birds were singing in the trees and the sun was shining through the holes of the leaves. Y/N was walking out of class when suddenly she saw the other girl. Jenna asked her if she wanted to grab coffee since they had some free time. So now they were sitting next to each other, talking about everything.

„I have heard about it but didn´t see that, don´t know why.“ Y/N shrugs her shoulders. Jenna only shook her head at the girl.

„That´s a mistake, it´s so cool, the actors, plot, cinematography, blood-“ she started to mumble about the movie when suddenly an amazing idea crossed her mind „we can watch it together sometime!“ she let out and looked at Y/N for an answer. She only kept her gaze on her if she heard it right. She wanted to say yes but there was something in her telling her that it would be unfair for Percy.

„Yeah sure, that would be awesome“ Y/N said smiling. Jenna shot her smile back.

„Okay, so this friday?“ she asked the other girl. Y/N looked at Jenna, she didn´t know this girl would be so fast, she thought they were just talking about the possibility, not that they were already making plans.

„Yes, I should be free.“

„Great, can you give me your phone?“ Y/N gave her phone to Jenna „Here, you better text me football player.“ she said smiling as she stood up from the bench and started to walk away. Y/N laughed softly.

„Of course.“ she whispered under her breath and kept staring at her back until she couldn´t see her anymore. She picked up her phone and looked at the new contact. Jenna xx.

It was already the end of the week Y/N was getting ready to hang out with Jenna, and she texted her about the details. They are going to watch the film in the other girl´s room since her roommate is going to a party. She walked out of the bathroom and saw Percy, she didn´t tell him about her going out. It´s not like she has to say it to him, right?

„Hey you planning to go somewhere?“ he asked.

„Uhm... yeah, some boys from the football team asked me about hanging out with them.“ she said. Y/N hated lying but what would he say if she told him she was hanging out with the girl he had a crush on? It´s not her fault that Jenna invited her, or is it?

„Oh okay, we are going to the party some students are throwing, wanted to ask you if you want to come but it´s good.“ he only smiled at her. She thanked him and he soon left the room. It was already time to go so she picked up some snacks she bought and left the dorm.

“So? Your rating?” Jenna turned to face the other girl. They just finished watching Scream and all Y/N can say, it got her. They were sitting on the small couch, snacks around them, she faced Jenna and only the light from the TV made her see her. The girl´s hair was loose on both sides of her face, she was not wearing any makeup and her bare face only made the girl’s heart skip a beat. It was refreshing seeing her like this and also Y/N felt proud because this meant that Jenna felt comfortable around her.

“It was pretty good, not bad not good.” Y/N acted unbothered.

“Oh yeah? That’s why you didn’t blink the whole movie?” she smirked at Y/N, she squinted her eyes at her “Be honest.”

“Okay! I enjoyed it so much and actually liked the plot, that’s what you wanted to hear?”

Jenna tilted her head “That’s what I thought. What can I say… I have a good taste.”

They kept silence between them, it wasn’t embarrassing or tense silence. It was comforting. They were looking at each other.

“Tell me about your family.” the brown-eyed girl said softly, holding gaze with the other girl.

“Well, I live with my parents and my twin sister” Jenna raised her eyebrows.

“You have a twin?” Y/N nodded at her question.

“What is she like?”

“Well…“ she didn’t know what to say, it felt weird talking about herself as if she was talking about someone else “She is cool, likes to keep things to herself most of the time, likes reading and writing poems…”

“She sounds interesting, you could introduce us to each other sometime.” she smirked at her.

“Yeah, I think she would like you”

“You think?” Jenna straightened her back “I’m amazing! Of course, she will!”

Y/N throws her head back with a laugh.

“How can you be so sure that you will meet her?”

“Oh believe me” Jenna smiled at Y/N “I know.”

Y/N felt the vibe of the room change. When she was with Jenna she almost forgot about everything and everybody, her brother, her parents, school, her and Percy´s deal, her impersonating her twin…

But only almost.

next chapter

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Sagau but the reader has a dragon tail and is a

They're very serious looking and only make a very intimating looking.

But the moment someone compliments them they get flustered and just tells them to move on.

But everyone witnesses their grace's tail wagging.

Lisa, kaeya or childe would definately tease them.

Sorry if my grammar is bad, english isn't my strongest language.

Dragon!Reader: Looks Serious But is A Softie?! 👀

Okay, first of all: the fact that you're a dragon to begin with? I'm pretty sure Liyue just got a huge promotion. Their archon is a literal dragon! Their Divine Creator blessed their Geo Archon with the wrath that challenges the gods he faced in the Archon War!

Honestly, Zhongli would be amazed to know that the Creator is a dragon themself. Would legit admire you and see you as their idol or something.

Oh, but this is just the start. You were helping Sara at good hunter to collect some meat because you were bored. She greatly compliments your efforts, and you try to brush it off, play it cool. It would've worked if it hadn't been your darn traitorous tail wagging like a happy puppy behind you, showing the world the unnecessary fact that you were flustered.

With this in mind....guess who told Lisa, Kaeya, and Childe...

(Quick Disclaimer: Might Be OOC!)

Lisa

The moment she heard the little incident at Good Hunter, she just had to try it herself! In a respective manner of course—she wouldn't dare nor want to do something that'll make the Creator angry! Just a little tease—surely, the creator won't be too mad?

She will probably invite you to help in the library, sorting out books or double checking the list of checked out books, making sure their not overdue.

When you're done the task, what happens, you may ask?

"My, thank you so much for your help, Your Grace~ You surely have a sharp eye even for such minor chores..." She says this with that teasing glint in her eyes, and most importantly: that smirk when she's being very sussy flirty.

The moment she sees the way your tail flaps around behind your back as your impassive face responds with something casual, this woman knows she's hit the jackpot.

"Aw...Your Grace, you truly are very adorable."

Kaeya

This man might be just as bad as Lisa, except much more sly than—ahem, flirty.

His excuse of seeing you becoming the big softie of a dragon was to ask you, of all things, to visit the gosh darn tavern for a drink or two. And, to his delight, you agreed.

It was also a good thing Charles was manning the tables tonight, because Diluc would give him the death glare for bringing someone such of high importance to get wasted with him.

But naturally, and as Kaeya suspected, you're persistence to help your people took over, and you instead spent half of the night helping Charles clean the tables. So, naturally, when Charles insists you relax, Kaeya's gotta compliment you.

"Your Grace, you sure do know how to keep things organized. That much is to expected by someone as high as you, though—must've been a piece of cake." You confirm that it was, but even with the that, your draconic tail does that little dance behind your back for the whole world to see how happy you were to be complimented for your hard labors.

This man will CHUCKLE at the sight, but won't comment on it. But he will give you that smirky smirk with THE eye that says it all. You groan into your palms again—your tail really seems to like betraying you, honestly.

"What, Your Grace? Don't be so shameful about yourself—honestly, I quite envy how cute you are." Get red-faced, bois. This captain will make you flustered till the end of your days.

Childe

The moment he hears about the incident in Mondstadt by his gossiping Fatui Agents, man's just got to try it.

So, he does the most logical, least-suspecting thing to request your presence: challenge you to a fight.

Yes, the others called him crazy for it, but does this mad lad care? Nope! This guy wants to see your tail flap in joy, that's all! Besides, it's not like he sees it often since Zhongli hides his draconic traits from the whole wide world.

So you accept the invitation to spar with him, and—do I need to tell you? You guys sparred for a good few hours. Unlike in-game playable Childe, you now have to deal with more of a in-game Boss-like Childe instead, with how many moves this guy has.

After a good sparring match or two, you guys decide to take a break. Mainly you, since you are legit dying right now.

"Good job, Your Grace! Your combat skills are as great as ever! Much expected, haha!" Yep, he delivers what his true intention is. And yes, your tail does the little dance it does, no matter how much you try to calm it and shrug it off as a daily thing to get used to.

This mad lad, like a true mad lad would, would grin. Very widely. He knows he won this "battle"—man is ecstatic about it.

But he is a little sympathetic if you act annoyed about it—it reminds him of what his younger siblings would do. If you're really upset about it, he'll try to cheer you up.

Look out for more sparring matches, he's probably pulling this stunt until you're immune to such things or you get your tail under control.

"Don't be upset, Your Grace! I'm sure if my little brother were here, he would find you cool no matter what!"

Aaandd that's it! The end of the headcanons! Hope y'all enjoyed—see you around! :)

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[reidreaders]

Spencer Reid, Celebrity Crush

Summary: Every now and then, you see this FBI agent on TV and you have been crushing on him for years. What happens when you finally meet him in real life?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: use of y/n, they are both really awkward lol, it's like soon to be idiots in love yk, not proof read, idk what else lmk if I missed anything.

A/N: this idea has been rotting in my brain for so long and I finally decided to write it lol. I had sooo much fun writing this so lmk if you a part 2!!! Enjoy!!!!

MASTERLIST

Your favorite time of night was when you and your roommate would gather around the TV to watch the five o’clock news. This might not seem like totally normal behavior for two women in their twenties, but you guys didn’t tune in to keep up with what was going on in the world. Rather, you tuned in every night to hopefully catch a glimpse of the man of your dreams. It’s fair to say that most people have a celebrity crush, although normal people are usually infatuated by famous singers, movie stars, and the like. Not you however, the man that you pined for was a local FBI agent. Your roommate would even go as far as to say that he doesn’t count as a ‘celebrity crush’ because he’s not even famous, but he was to you. 

You grew up not far from Quantico, meaning that the nightly news was always full of stories about the town’s own personal superheroes, the FBI. You had never been particularly interested in anything having to do with them, until you started hearing about the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You had seen a clip of one of the agents tricking a bystander into proving he was lying on TV, and you instantly fell in love. So, when you sat down to watch the news, you were more than excited to hopefully see him. 

You had gotten lucky tonight. The news ran stories about the BAU almost nightly, but it was rare you got to see anyone other than the blonde woman they called Agent Jareau. But tonight was different. You practically screamed when you saw him come on screen, not even paying attention to whatever psychopath he was talking about. Instead, you focused on how his lips moved when he spoke, and the way the breeze outside the police station lifted his hair just ever so slightly. Needless to say, you were practically swooning. You were captivated by his big brown puppy eyes, his mop of messy brown hair, and the way he seemed so passionate about whatever he was talking about. It may have been the delusion talking, but you were pretty sure that if you ever met him, he would fall in love with you too. 

A few weeks later, you were rushing to get to work on time. Your alarm hadn’t gone off when it was supposed to, leaving you frantic. Normally, you woke up early, giving yourself time to make breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee. But today the fates had decided that you would have to settle for a cup of coffee and a croissant to go from the coffee shop down the street from your office. 

You placed your order and began to fumble through your purse looking for your wallet. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled to the cashier, who seemed to be growing impatient, “It must be in here somewhere.” 

After looking for a few more minutes, and creating a giant line of annoyed customers behind you, you had come to the conclusion that in your rush to get out the door this morning, you had forgotten your wallet. Just as you were about to give up and leave the coffee shop, hungry and tired, a familiar voice piped up from behind you.

“Here,” he said, handing the cashier his card, “I’ve got it.” 

“Oh my gosh thank you so much!” You said, not yet looking up from your bag.

“It’s no problem really,” He extended his hand to you, “I’m Spencer.”

Oh. 

You quickly realized where you had recognized that voice from. He was Spencer. As in Spencer Reid, the FBI agent you were so hopelessly in love with. This was your chance. You had to play it cool. You couldn’t have him realizing that you were some freak who was obsessed with him, you wanted to land a date. 

“H-hi!” You stuttered, a little more excitedly than you were hoping to, “I-I’m Y/N.” You reached out to shake his hand, your own becoming a little clammy at the sight of him. 

He was tall. Much taller than he seemed to be on TV. You looked up into those big brown eyes you had gazed into through the screen and thought you were going to throw up because of how nervous you were. 

“Um-” You cleared your throat, “Do you-uh-do you work around here?” You said in an attempt to seem calm, cool and collected. 

“Uh yeah I do. I work for the FBI, so it’s just up the road.” He said, seemingly chuckling at your behavior a little bit. 

“Oh! That’s cool! I work just up the road too! Although it’s nothing as exciting as what the FBI must be like I mean-” You were cut off by the barista calling your name, saving you from your incessant rambling. 

You collected your coffee and turned to head towards the door, stopping to thank Spencer once again. Just as you were about to leave, you got a wave of courage. There was no way you were going to completely blow this opportunity. I mean, you have had a crush on this guy for forever and there was no way you were going to walk out of here without at least trying to ask him out. 

“Hey,” You said much more calmly, “I know we literally just met, and I have been babbling like a freak at you, but I was wondering if you might want to have dinner with me sometime?” You asked, your voice getting higher as you spoke.

“Oh-um,” He sputtered back, clearly taken aback by your proposition, “Um… yeah?” He said it like a question.

“I mean, if you’re not into it that’s totally okay,” you feigned a chuckle, trying not to seem as embarrassed as you actually were, “I just thought it might be nice to uh-um pay you back for the coffee!” You spoke through the world’s fakest smile.

“No!” He practically shouted at you, “I’m into it! I am definitely into it.” 

Before you could catch yourself, you were giving him the biggest smile you think you’ve ever managed. 

“Great!” You weren’t even trying to hide your excitement anymore, “Here, I’ll give you my number and we can try to set something up!” You said as you wrote your number down on one of the coffee shop’s napkins. 

“Y-yeah! That sounds great. I’ll-uh I-I’ll call you!” He stuttered, it was becoming clear that you weren’t the only one who was nervous. 

The two of you made your way out of the coffee shop, taking turns stuttering and rambling at the other. You were starting to feel less self conscious about your earlier performance because it seemed as though he had a tendency to be awkward and ramble as well. 

“Well, I should probably get to work.” You sighed, not wanting the encounter to end.

“Yeah me too.” He chuckled. 

The two of you just stood there for a moment, staring at each other, trying to figure out what to do next. You didn’t want to have to make another move, considering you were the one to ask him out. However, it was becoming apparent that he was too shy to do anything, so you moved closer to him. He made no effort to put any more distance between the two of you, so you took that as your go ahead. You leaned in and threw your arms around his neck, giving him a semi-awkward hug goodbye. He wrapped his arms around you and you realized that you could smell him. All those years of looking at him on TV and yet you never wondered what he might smell like. You were pleasantly surprised. Not that you thought he would smell bad, just that you were used to men who thought that Axe body spray was the same thing as a shower. But Spencer didn’t smell like that, he smelled like old books and good cologne. Like, real, expensive, good cologne. 

You realized that you were lingering in the hug for a little longer than what would probably be considered normal, so you pulled away. 

“Well, uh, I’ve got to get going,” He blushed and looked at his feet, “But I’ll definitely call you.” He said holding up the napkin with your number on it. 

“You better!” You joked, now blushing as well. 

With that, he turned and went on his way to work. You stood there for a moment longer, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You reached into your bag and pulled out your cell phone, dialing your roommate’s number. It rang twice before she picked up. 

“Y/R/N, you are never going to believe what just happened!” You squealed into the phone, ready and willing to relay the story to your best friend. 

You hung up as soon as you got to the office, and spent the rest of the day unable to focus on work, your brain preoccupied just praying that he would actually call you.

I'm literally obsessed w this lol lmk if you want a part 2 or anything else bc my requests are open!!

[rafesdollette]

RAFE X TEDDY!READER

You're weird, you know. Always wearing weird patterns, collecting useless trinkets or figures, preferring thrifting over shopping at big businesses, socially awkward, the list goes on. But that didn't stop Rafe from loving you.

He thinks you're the cutest thing ever. Your flustered stutters, crafts you make him, the odd outfits he absolutely adores, your room filled with Calico Kittens and other figures you've collected over time...he can't get enough of you. He doesn't think you're weird, not at all. In fact, he loves how you're different and uniquely yourself.

He never passes up an opportunity to take you to the thrift store, like right now. You both perused through all of the shelves and tables filled with an array of vintage figures and trinkets, your fingers interlaced together as you pull him along. When you suddenly stop, he softly collides into your back, his hands immediately finding your waist so neither of you fall.

"Hey, sweetheart, why'd you stop?" he asks with slight confusion, but then he peers in front of you, seeing a full table of vintage Cherished Teddies and that pretty much answers his question. "Oh my gosh! Babe, look how many they have today!" you exclaim in excitement as he chuckles, kissing your cheek cause he can't resist the adorable scene in front of him. "Don't you already have a bunch of those at home?" he questions with an amused smile still plastered on his face. "Yes, but not these! These are vintage! C'mon baby pleasee?" you protest, pouting at him in an attempt to persuade him into getting them for you.

And of course, since he's a sucker for your pout and puppy eyes, you walk out with five new Cherished Teddies to add to your collection.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Xavier: Lazy Mornings | Drabble

I totally meant for this to be posted yesterday...but then one of my homies got me into FFXV and legit played that all night. So anyway, my third 10-minute drabble. I'm actually going to start working on Rafayel's batch right now and write maybe one or two of them before I gotta get ready for work.

Pairing: Xavier x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

Waking up to something burning normally wasn’t the ideal way of starting your morning. Especially not when you noticed how the man who was normally passed out right next to you until who knows when was currently not in bed. The two things combined had you jumping out of bed in only your underwear, all but sprinting to the kitchen in a panicked haze.

As you suspected, you could see Xavier in the kitchen wearing one of your favorite aprons. He seemed to be trying to cook bacon, but in the frying pan it looked almost charred. He had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slid off the desecrated food onto a plate and looked it over. That’s when he finally noticed you in the doorway, looking at him in horror.

“What’s goin on?” It came out as more of a slur as you let out a loud yawn. You covered your mouth and noticed how your eyes seemed to water. You really were tired and you couldn’t place why. Xavier glanced at you, those cerulean puppy dog eyes were big as he almost seemed to pout at being caught.

“I got hungry so I thought I could make us some breakfast.” He finally said and you looked him over then back to the pan. “I also thought maybe I could bring you breakfast in bed for once since I woke up early…” ah there it was. Now you couldn’t be mad at him.

You shook your head as you walked over to him, your hand reaching up. It looked as though you were about to cup his cheeks, but instead you opted to pinch them, making Xavier flinch back in surprise. Before he could get too far though, you were dragging him down to your level and planting a kiss on his lips.

Your arms snaked their way around his waist as Xavier seemed to melt against your lips. Your fingers delicately played with the strings of the apron and you easily untied it and parted from his lips, using your hands now to take off the next piece. Once the apron was gone you tossed it on yourself, tying the back piece and smirking.

“I’ll get us some breakfast, you just sit there and look pretty.” You said with a laugh and Xavier was now actually pouting after realizing he had gotten played by you.

“Can’t I at least help?” Those giant eyes looked at you as he seemed to almost be begging you with them. It always set your heart beating faster than it should and you had to hold strong so you would have a kitchen by the end of the morning.

“How about you crack and whisk us up some eggs. I want to make a breakfast scramble.” You finally said and Xavier didn’t seem happy with the meager chore. His lip jutted out in a pout and gosh it was so hard to say no to him when he was begging.

You grabbed his cheeks with both hands, squishing them and watched as his cheeks turned red. His own hands went over to grab onto yours, but you didn’t let up, “Behave, Xavier.” You scolded him. He knew just what he was doing when he gave you that look, “I want something edible this morning for breakfast.”

Xavier huffed and rolled his eyes; the hands that were trying to pry yours off now went to your waist, dragging you closer as he pressed another kiss to your lips. He spoke against them in a soft voice, “I truly can’t do anything else?” he was testing you this morning it would seem.

You pushed him back gently and smiled, “You really can’t. Now get the eggs ready, babes.” you pat his chest once before parting, walking over the fridge to grab what you needed.

“Fine…but I’ll make breakfast next time then.” He muttered.

“Like hell you will…”

So anyway...tomorrow Infold has a Livestream for what's essentially Season 2 of LADS. Anyone gonna be watching it? Imma have to literally wake up at 6am to catch it.

[klausysworld]

Okayyy so i just had a idea and since you are amazinggggg with tvdu fan fiction, thought I might a request😅

Basically, yn is a wolf but for some reason or another, her puppy sized wolf is out of control and so whenever she gets emotional, she slowly starts transforming, like first she will get the ears and like the shift is slow but not painful anymore since it has been happening a lot and she just gets a headache.

Elena's gang except for Tyler and bonnie dislike her and Caroline doesn't have much of an opinion. She is usually a happy person since she is homeschooled so doesn't have to deal with any bullies or anything.

Klaus finds her with teary eyes and her wolf puppy ears out as she tries to stop herself from full on crying.

Klaus takes her in and cares for her and helps her control her wolf side so that her emotions don't control them. At this point, she loves her wolf form so much that Klaus has to scold her and treat her kinda like am actual naughty puppy and he even has a hard time keeping her in human form because she has learned that she can run off in her wolf form and not have to study

-✨

Tamed and trained

Y/n’s parents had always been worried about her. She wasn’t exactly normal, being a werewolf anyways was hard enough let alone a completely out of control one. They assumed there must have been some sort of mutation in the gene system or something similar which caused her to turn at any time, like how only few vampires were rippers and few witches were siphoners.

They had been to the Bennett’s who told them that this had only happened a very rare few times since the first werewolf was created and that she would learn control as she grew.

Of course their first fear was she would be picked on, misunderstood and seen as a monster, so they kept her inside. And then they worried that her werewolf anger would be 10x worse as instead of having emotions heightened on a full moon, hers are 24/7. But it turned out she showed nearly every emotion but anger. But the tears were the worst. As soon as they started falling they knew they needed to hide her asap. The ears would sprout from her head, then the tail and claws, the nose and paws, until she were howling her sorrows for the world to hear.

And gosh did she cry when she was little, always in a puddle of pity and fear of her own shadow.

He parents had pretty much given up with trying to control her. Just locking her in the house and telling her to be quiet while they went out and tried to live like normal people, pretend they didn’t have a daughter that the council would kill to obtain.

When Bonnie grew up they tried to convince her to spell Y/n but Bonnie refused when she saw the fluffy ears a big sad eyes looking back at her.

They tried to have Tyler help her when he broke his curse but he wasn’t sure what to do either other than bond over the experience of being in wolf form.

So she continued to hide inside, only getting out when her parents had gone away, most likely to get drunk and forget their worries.

She knew she was an inconvenience for them but the harder she tried to control herself, the worse it made her feel and then she ended up turning again. She didn’t know how to fix the cycle she was trapped within.

But on that day, her parents had gotten a little too angry at her. Called her a freak and a mistake causing her to run as far as she could on her human legs, praying to god that she wouldn’t turn halfway through a step.

She huddled up to the big willow tree besides the Mystic Park and kept their until dark. Her sniffles were the only sound heard as she wiped her eyes and cheeks.

Her knees dragged to her chest and she rest her chin on top of them as she kept her cries to a minimum, hiccuping as she tried to fully stop.

It was the sound that drew Klaus Mikaelson toward the park that night. His eyes squinted as he spotted a girl in the distance, two large and fluffed ears on her head which twitched very few seconds. His curiosity was peaked and so he approached the source of such sad sounds and crouched before her. His hand slowly touched her knee making her jolt and look up at him alarmed. Immediately smacking the top of her head to make her ears go away making him frown and grab onto her hands

“It’s alright love” he mumbled as she shook her head and tried to squirm out of his hold. He sighed and resorted to picking her up which made her cry again and him to panic. “No no no” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand and his eyes widening when a tail curled up between her legs and little claws scratched at his arms. “Oh bloody hell” he muttered before speeding her to his home and getting her on the floor just as she turned entirely.

His brows shot up seeing her so small, running around like a lunatic and barking continuously. He blinked in surprise and slowly shut the front door, locking it and walking around the smashed vase and torn painting as she chewed at his brand new sofa cushions with her tail wagging so wildly that her whole body shook.

He made a gradual approach but the second she was in reach, she had darted up the stairs making him sigh and chase her through the house for the next 20 minutes. Having a little too much fun for an almighty hybrid as he tackled a small wolf to his kitchen floor and kept her firmly to his chest until eventually she turned back.

Asleep and completely naked against him. He cautiously lifted her up and brought her to his bed, not wanting her to run off while he slept.

He slipped his boxers up her legs and henley over her head, not without peeking at her lovely little body of course, and quickly stripping to his boxers before tugging the covers over the both and watching her from the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her for as long as he stayed awake, until the steady beating of her heart sent him to sleep.

When he woke he was entirely on top of her, her big eyes looking up at him as he lifted his head to find her squished beneath him and shoving helplessly at his chest.

He kept quiet and in response so did she, swallowing thickly as she watched him observe her. She didn’t comment as his eyes lingered on her nipples that stood out against the soft material on his top, nor the way his tongue wetted his lips when he studied her legs.

“Do you do that a lot?” He asked just above a whisper when his eyes came back to hers and she nodded with a blush of embarrassment coating her cheeks.

“I don’t mean to” she uttered and he tilted his head ever so slightly

“I wouldn’t have thought you did” he murmured and she kept silent. He thought to himself for a moment before making an unklauslike decision “I think I’ll keep you love” he told her and she opened her mouth to speak but he was already talking again “no arguing, I’ll teach you to control yourself and we’ll see what happens from there okay?”

“But my mother and- and school! I learn at home, I can’t-“

“Do you know who I am love?” He cut her off and she turned her head

“Klaus?” She questioned, having heard of him before when her parents were researching, the mention of him from Tyler and the smell of both vampire and werewolf which twisted together when she lay under him.

“That’s right little wolf, Klaus, now I’ve been alive a very long time, I can teach you much better than any mother could. And besides, your mother would’ve found you before I had if she were worried” he waved it off and she frowned

“She will be…” she whispered and he watched in amazement again as the ears formed at her head. His hand automatically reached out to feel the soft fur against his skin making her lean into him. He could feel the smirk pulling at his face as he calmed her back down

“Oh you’re right love,” he began, seeing her brighten up a little bit in curiosity, “she will puppy, so how about I’ll handle it okay? She’ll let you come here, you want me to help you don’t you?” He manipulated and she immediately fell into it, nodding and laying still under him. Klaus couldn’t help but admire how she looked beneath him, her big round eyes and wolf ears still on display. If emotion was what brought this out in her, he could only imagine how she would howl if he treated her the way he desired.

But he would wait, he needed to get her under control at least a little so that she didn’t destroy his house and hurt herself in the meantime. He didn’t believe she would be able to hurt someone else, especially not purposely but he saw how she basically ran into walls without a care and worried for her own sake.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the whine she produced, confused on his face before he realised his knee was inbetween both her legs and she had almost definitely never been touched like that. One because of her little wolf issue, and two because she clearly had a lack of time outside her home just based off how afraid she was outside and then looking in wonder at simple objects in his home. Not that it was an issue for him, the more unaware she was in general, the better. She would be easier to tame if he could train a fresh mind.

And she was just that, a breathe of fresh air.

Simple and appreciative. No matter how small a thing he did for her, she was smiling brightly with her tail wagging and ears up. Whether it be a new bookmark or a diamond bracelet.

He remembers when he told her she could decorate her own room, he had never seen someone get so excited so fast. The room looked completely out of place, the rest of the mansion was relatively dark and gloomy but her space was bright but soft, calming in a way instead of tense.

He loved how she was like that, calming. Whenever he was having an awful day, there she was in his lap, ears up and a book in her hands that he had ‘assigned’ her to read for her ‘schoolwork’. She seemed to have at least her ears out all the time, especially when he touched her, just a hand on her leg would have her tail wagging and he couldn’t find it in himself to make her stop.

But he found that if he did tell her to put them away, it was the only way she would do so.

He had found her in tears over two star crossed lovers in a book she had gotten from her personal library, a gift from him of course, and watched as she struggled to calm herself down. But the second he used a commanding tone on her to put the canine features away, they were gone and she was whimpering quite literally like a puppy being told off.

He found that he had more control over her wolf than she did. And he loved it, she was his good girl, his little puppy to play with and look after.

She kept his bed warm when he was gone and made his heart swell when he was there.

He loved seeing her so freely running around in her wolf form, finally able to control where she was going and what she was thinking as she chased the birds and and spun around to get his attention. Only issue was when she gained more control, he seemed to lose some. And she was quick to tease him, running circles around him and nipping at his ankles when he was busy, having him chase after her because she had taken his phone or worse: the white oak stake. Of course she didn’t understand the importance but to her it was a game and she wanted him to play too.

He understood her mindset of course and she was completely entertaining for him but it was a pain to have to hunt her down every time he needed her to practice her school work.

He would always remember the first time he turned to chase her down. The surprise in her eyes when she skidded to a halt and looked up at him. He must’ve been nearly 10 times bigger than her and although she should probably have been terrified, she yipped happily and darted for the tree line. He shook his head before following after the flash of grey and brown that weaves through the woods, ultimately pinning her down and bringing her home before claiming his prize for winning the game.

The prizes varied greatly, sometimes he got a kiss on the cheek from her, sometimes he would get to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, sometimes he would just lay with her, y/n on the other hand got very different prizes, on the rare occasion that she won he found himself wearing a face mask and cucumber on his eyes as she giggled and held his hand.

Whatever she did, whether she were human or a little wolf, he kept her happy and hidden from the rest of the world but this time she didn’t feel like a disappointment, she felt adored.

[aclowntiny]

Alright, first request hehe ❤️

I was thinking about an Ateez reaction to catching their S/O watching their fancams/edits ~

Ok but this is such a cute idea!!! Your brain 🧠👑😌 hope you enjoy this! Finished it in the car on the way home from my trip 😆

Ateez Reaction to Their S/O Watching Their Fancam

Hongjoong

You don't have time to switch apps before Hongjoong walks up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in to kiss your cheek. You try setting your phone down, but his voice immediately rings out in your ear as he freezes against you.

“(y/n)? Why are you watching that?” You can tell just by his tone that he feels shy.

A nervous chuckle escapes your lips as you turn your head to face him, looking up and down at his wide, darting eyes. As nervous as you are, he’s far more sheepish. It's inevitable; you can't help reaching up to pinch his cheek, and even as he leans away with a giggle your head is in his hand.

"Why were you watching that?" Hongjoong asks you again, head tilted in query, voice soft.

"Because," you reply, leaning back in to press a kiss to his lips, "you always look so amazing. Captain of the stage, I'd say."

"Oh," he falters, spacing himself from you just enough to take in the fullness of your visage, "well, I, I don't know about that."

"I do," you say, eyelashes batting, "I can't get enough of seeing you perform."

"Really?" His smile widens, face absolutely lighting up in a way that has your face warm and smiling back. "That's funny, because I can't get enough of you."

This time, it's Hongjoong's turn to lean in and kiss you, a hand reaching to slide down your arm. "And I'll be grateful forever for you," he whispers to you as your lips separate, his gaze penetrating yours deeply.

Seonghwa

“Ooh, who’s that? He’s pretty handsome.”

“Dork.”

Laying on your stomach on the couch, you had your phone resting on a pillow in front of you dutifully playing you a Deja Vu fancam of Seonghwa. It was just one of those days. Despite your teasing, you gave your boyfriend an amused smirk and playful eye roll, daring him to say anything else.

“What? Is he not your bias, or…?” Seonghwa kept it up, but this time with a slight pout. “I think he looks pretty cool.”

With a chuckle, you propped up your head on your hand, looking him right in those big brown eyes. “He is, but he’s also a big nerd. You should see all his star wars legos.”

Even puppier puppy eyes- gosh, you loved his eyes. “You like my legos.”

“Uh, heck yeah I do! It’s a bomb collection and we built my favorite one together. That’s my favorite thing about this guy,” you said, grabbing your phone again to point at it with your other hand, smiling, “he’s so sexy, but really just a huge nerdy sweetheart underneath it all.”

“Oh. Well,” Seonghwa flushed at your words, “that sounds like something out of a comic book.”

“Right? I can’t believe he’s real.”

“Well, I just hope he can make you happy forever.”

A huge smile broke across your face at that. “And I hope he always feels my love.”

“I think he does.” Seonghwa replied, leaning down to snake his arms around your waist.

Yunho

“Has anyone ever told you you’re amazing?”

“Oh, well what’s caused this,” Yunho teased from his adjacent couch cushion, bumping your shoulder with his, “did you do something?”

“No,” you laid your head on his shoulder in response, feeling him relax beneath you at the touch of your cheek, “just watching this.”

As you raised your phone, Yunho laughed, his motions jostling your head, but you didn’t mind, just smiling at his amusement.

“You really watch me in your spare time? Don’t you get enough of me in real life?”

“Guess not,” you shrugged, jostling his head this time as he laid it on yours.

“Good to know you’re not tired of me sending you practice videos.”

“I will never tire of your dance genius, Yunho.”

He shook his head. “I’m always learning.”

It was your turn to bump his shoulder with yours, this time repeatedly. “Nooo! Stop being so modest! Just let me compliment you!” You lightly swatted his cheeks in little fake slaps. “You’re amazing, remember? Look at that handsome idol on the screen- that’s you!”

“I dunno, I think I like who’s on the screen now better,” Yunho replied, smiling brightly with a nod of his head toward your phone, which had gone off, the black screen reflecting your face.

Yeosang

“What is that?”

Holding your phone a little closer to your chest, you felt your eyes narrow slightly as you countered, “Why?”

No direct response to that, just Yeosang with a tilted head and those blank puppy eyes that tended to make you laugh when your heart wasn’t pounding like it was then. “Are you watching…me?”

You were nothing if not a bad liar. “Um,” you stuttered slightly, adopting your best don’t-judge-me smile, “yes?”

His mouth rounded in surprise, pretty lips pursing. “You…like my performances that much?”

Between the nerves in your body collectively exhaling, back relaxing against the hard support of your chair, and the genuine surprise with which Yeosang spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Um, yes I do, I happen to think my boyfriend is amazing and that he totally owns the stage.”

Yeosang’s head straightened up, gaze darting from the floor to you. “Huh. Well, alright then. Thank you!” Finally a smile. You could tell by the expression he was still surprised, but quite flattered. “Keep being a fan, then, I guess.”

Your hand landed over your heart. “A fan?” You mock-gasped. “Is that all I am to you? Just another fan?”

“Hey,” Yeosang held up his hands in defense, “atiny are my first love!”

“So if I’m also your fan,” you paused, lips spreading in a grin, “then I’m your first and second love!”

“Exactly,” Yeosang responded, taking your hand and leaving your phone long forgotten.

San

“Oh, you- you like that?”

Shifting against your headboard pillows, you turned to see San standing in the doorway rubbing his neck sheepishly. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was looking quite shy. A smile spread across your face.

“Do I like it? Do I like seeing how sharply you were hitting this choreography? More like my mind was blown! You have such a unique way with the stage, a way only you move.”

Sure, you could have led with how hot San looked on stage, but he was too much of a sweetheart to lead in with superficial compliments, plus knowing how much it meant to him to hear that? Worth anything you could give. Even his shy surprise that you enjoyed his fancams had your chest warming and bursting, let alone the ecstatic look that bloomed across the features that peered upon you with such love.

“You really think so?” He asked as he eased further into the room, eyes opening with the aforementioned love, affection you felt lucky to be gifted by someone like San, as his hand fell lightly to lean on your bed’s footboard.

“I know so,” you insisted, setting down your San-filled screen and shuffling forward across your blanket on folded knees, drawing right below San himself and looking straight up at him, “because I have video evidence and lots of atiny to back me up.” With that, you reached up and booped his nose, barely suppressing a giggle at the way it scrunched up, his smile growing even more.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, “I always hope I’m doing enough.”

“You are, ok?” Pushing off the comforter, you sat up further to cup San’s face. “You’re an amazing dancer, a beast on stage, have the voice of an angel, and you’re super handsome.”

Before he could process all the sweet nothings to you that spun around behind the stars in his eyes, San leaned forward, closing the gap you’d left between you two with a kiss.

Mingi

“Why are you watching my fancams? I’m right here.”

Who’d have thought wanting to go back and see some of the kingdom performances again would have your boyfriend a whining mess? Not you, as you’d whipped out your phone to see Mingi’s moves like it was nothing. Not long after you’d done that, the tall rapper you called the love of your life entered the room and began pouting, his head resting on your shoulder.

“(y/n?)” His face had practically melted into the 🥺 emoji as he glanced between your phone and him.

“You’re not performing Wonderland in real life, are you?” You teased in response, peering up at him, though you could still see the video out of the corner of your eye.

“I can do that too!” And with that, Mingi immediately ran around the couch and burst into the Wonderland choreography in front of you.

You had to give it to him for commitment. Plus, he was doing the choreography like rent was due, throwing his whole wonderful little heart, soul, and, ahem, body into it. All you could do was giggle and reach out your arms.

“All right, all right, you’ve well made your point! Come here!”

“All right, as soon as I do the killing point.”

What could he say? Mingi wanted your attention, but he wanted to get out the hottest move first.

Wooyoung

"Babe, look what I'm watching!" Grinning, you turn your phone around in your hand so it faces your eager-eyed boyfriend, who grins right back at you.

He points at his own chest, expression falling into an almost childlike smile as his gaze follows his own figure dancing across your screen. "Me?"

"That's right," you nod, "this is my favorite fancam."

Wooyoung's voice was almost a squeak. "You have a favorite fancam of me?"

"Of course I do. I'm your biggest fan, remember?" You ask him, still smiling.

"Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you!" He exclaims, floodgates bursting as he barrels over to you and all but leaps into your arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You're the sweetest, you know that? I'd watch every fancam of yours if they made them!"

"Why would they make fancams of me?" Was all you could giggle as your own hands wrapped around your boyfriend's waist, his staying firmly around your shoulders.

"Because you're the cutest, most supportive, funnest, person ever,” Wooyoung replied, kissing your lips between every word before giving you another grin, hands squeezing you lightly, “but I’m ok with no fancams. I’m glad I have you all to myself.”

Jongho

“Did you know everyone was losing their minds over you sitting?”

“Me sitting?”

Despite having the real thing sitting right next to you, you’d gotten caught up in watching Jongho’s fancams. There was just something about the power he held on stage that you loved, not to mention some of the things he wore to perform.

“Yeah, they noticed during Cyberpunk that you were sitting pretty…” As your eyes left your phone, meeting the mix of curiosity and confusion in his own beautiful brown eyes, you suddenly found yourself floundering for words. “Powerfully.”

A playful smirk grew on Jongho’s face as he shook his head, suppressing a laugh. “I was sitting powerfully?” He repeated incredulously, clearly finding this all very funny.

“Yeah,” you replied, shrugging and holding your phone out to him, “look at the fancam. You do look pretty hot.”

“(y/n),” he chastised, but you could see by the way he rolled his eyes and looked away as he took your phone that he was a bit flustered.

His eyes scanned the screen. “Ah, atiny, I’m in the background and everything! This isn’t even my fancam. They don’t miss a thing. So all I have to do is sit, huh?” He hands your phone back, eyes fixed only on you now.

Suddenly, at his gaze it was you who was getting flustered. “Well, I mean, I just-”

Jongho laughed, mocking a bit of scandal. “I was just teasing, (y/n), what were you thinking of?”

That earned him a smack on the firm…what, were you not thinking it? chest.

[4wkjun]

daddy sim | sjy

Chapter 09: is it a ‘yes’? ➥ Contains: crying, mention of family issues, mention of pregnancy complications, mentions of needles (IV). ➥ Word count: 2.7k ➥ Taglist: @missychief1404, @riksaes, @simhinata, @lovingvoidgoatee, @lol6sposts, @kkamismom12

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September 26th, 2022 Monday

“Hi, mama”, Jake smiled at the phone. His mom smiled just as big, waving at him through the screen.

“Hi, Yun! Hi, y/n!”

“Hi, ms. Sim!”, you responded, waving with your free hand – the other one being occupied by the IV.

It was a little past 9 A.M., Jake sat down at your hospital bed to answer his mom’s call. He loved video calling her, especially when you’re around – he loved it even when you were just roommies! –, you and her got along so well, it made his heart melt.

“Oh, please honey. I’ve told you this a thousand times, there’s no need for you to call me Ms. Sim”, she laughed. “Call me Haejin.”

“I’ll try, it’s a muscle memory”, you chuckled, embarrassed. Jake caressed your hair, positioning his arm around your shoulder right after.

“How’s my lovely grandchild?”, she smiled softly.

“Good and thankfully still in the oven!”

“She’s growing well, mama”, Jake said, smiling at you. You nodded. “The doctor’s made a thousand tests, y/n’s on antibiotics and some steroids to prevent any further ruptures.”

“Look at you, showing your big words”, you joked.

Jake had a hard time understanding what the doctors were talking about at first, but after a hundred questions and Google research, he was finally able to explain properly how things were going with his girls. 

“So, it’s a girl, then?”

“We don’t actually know yet”, you responded, caressing your bump. “We think it’s a girl, but we’re willing to wait until birth to find out.”

“Ooooh, do we have names?”

“We do!” Jake smiled. He seemed so much like an excited puppy, your eyes looked as shiny as boba pearls looking at him. “If it’s a girl, Eunjae. If it’s a boy, Youngjae.”

His mom pouted through the screen, her eyes shiny.

“Gosh, this is so cute”, she mumbled. “Do you guys have a date for y/n to leave the hospital?”

“If the amniotic fluid keeps stable until Wednesday, I’ll be dismissed Thursday by noon.”

“Oh, thank God!” she exclaimed, relieved. “Please, call me once you get home. Dongmin and I are gonna plan a trip to Seoul once the baby arrives, does it sound good to you?”

“It sounds great, Haejin”, you said, sighing in some kind of relief.

“Isn’t your mom gonna be upset ‘cause someone else is trying to take care of you?”, she joked. Your smile faded a little.

Your mom doesn’t even know you’re hospitalized. The last time you called her, she made it pretty clear that she didn’t want to know about this pregnancy at all, so why bother?

“Mama…”, Jake mumbled, uncomfortable.

“That’s ok, I know you didn’t mean any harm, Haejin”, you scoffed, playfully slapping Jake’s thigh. “My mom’s not in the picture.”

“I’m sorry, I thought your father wasn’t in the picture”, she apologized sincerely.

“Oh, he’s not”, you chuckled. “He passed away when I was little.”

“Jesus”, his mom exclaimed, embarrassed. You laughed and Jake chuckled.

“Don’t worry! It’s fine, I promise”, you assured.

“Gosh, I think I might hang up after that”, she mumbled.

You and Jake laughed, and a few minutes later, she did hung up.

“I’m a little upset”, you mumbled.

“Why?”, Jake asked, lifting his eyes off his phone and looking at you from his chair.

“You’re missing a whole week of work.”

“So are you”, he pointed, confused. “I don’t get it.”

“You shouldn’t be stuck in a hospital because of me.”

“Oh, shut up, love.”

“You know, adding “love” in the end does not make it less hurtful”, you mumbled playfully. Jake laughed.

“Sorry, baby”, he said, getting up. He stood in front of your bed, holding your hands. “I told you this already, the school’s principal said I’m free to take care of my wife.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Jake has not stopped calling you his wife ever since you referred to him as your husband in front of the nurse.

“I’m not your wife”, you mumbled, looking away and suppressing a smile.

“Yet.”

“I’m not even your girlfriend!”

“Yes, you are!”, Jake laughed.

“I’m not! You never asked me to be.”

“Ok”, he laughed. He cleaned his throat, staring at you. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“No”, you smiled. Jake rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand. You laughed. “You’re only doing this because I told you so!”

“I don’t know what you want from me”, he scoffed.

You knew he was joking, but for some reason, your eyes got filled with tears.

“I want nothing”, you mumbled in a choked voice.

Jake’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. His hands were fast to reach yours and you tried to pull them away, but his grip didn’t allow so.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was joking, babe”, he mumbled, kissing your hands. You looked away as a tear ran down your cheek. “I wasn’t thinking of you as my girlfriend because I’m too worked up on planning our wedding”, he said, pulling you in to hug you – careful not to pull your IV out of your hand.

You chuckled, closing your eyes as your head laid against his chest. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled back. “I’m on so many hormones right now, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Jake shook his head, even though you wouldn’t see.

“Don’t be, honey. Your body is going through a lot, literally creating a new life. I should be more careful about what I say.”

“You’re already so caring”, you mumbled, eyes burning harder. More tears fell from your eyes. “I love you so much, Jakey.”

“Oh, Gosh”, he pouted, hugging you tighter. “I love you more. You and our girl.”

“What if it’s a boy?”, you asked, still crying.

“Doesn’t change a thing, then I already love him from the bottom of my heart.”

September 27th, 2022 Tuesday

“Oh, my God! Jake!”, you called, eyes wide.

Jake shuffled on the bed by your side, half asleep. Since the nurse told him he could use it, he has been doing it, because the chair was way too uncomfortable.

“Jake!”, you whispered-yelled.

“What, babe?”, he mumbled.

“The baby just kicked!”

“What?”, he asked, sitting up right away. “Really?!”

“Yes!”

Your eyes were glossy with tears as Jake got off his bed clumsily, walking towards you. His hands reached your bump with care and you placed them just where you felt the little kick. It took around 15 seconds before the baby kicked again, making Jake melt.

“Jesus Christ, I felt it!”

“You did?”

“Yeah!”

Jake looked at you, smiling like a cute puppy. A few days ago, he cried in the shower, afraid he’d never be able to feel his baby kicking for the first time. God did hear his prayers, allowing him to have this experience.

“Hi, baby!”, he said in a soothing voice towards your bump. “Daddy’s here, can you kick mommy again?”

“Hey”, you called, finding it funny.

“Shh, I’m talking to my daughter”, he mumbled to you. “Daddy’s waiting, baby.”

Almost as if the baby wanted to see him happy, you felt another kick. As you looked up to Jake, a tear fell down his cheek.

“Aw, babe”, you mumbled. He shook his head, smiling big.

“I love you”, he whispered before pecking your lips. “Gosh, I absolutely love you.”

You chuckled, caressing his hair. He spent the next forty minutes snuggling with you in your bed, caressing your belly, and talking to the baby. Not everything happened the way either of you expected, but everything seemed to be exactly how it should.

September 29th, 2022 Thursday

“It feels so good to wear my clothes again”, you said as Jake finished helping you get dressed. He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

He pushed your wheelchair through the door, stopping by the room to grab your bag. The nurse helped push you through the hallway while Jake had your bag.

Jake supported you as you got in the Uber and held your hand throughout the trajectory. The hospital was about fifteen minutes away from your apartment and you never felt happier seeing the building.

“You don’t have to support me like an old woman”, you chuckled as the two of you exited the car.

“The doctors said you are not allowed to make any kind of effort or sudden moves”, he reminded you. “Plus, I’m just holding your arm.”

“Baby, I know you want to take care of me, but I can walk. I promise!”

“Don’t care”, he smiled. “I am gonna take care of you.”

“Of course you are.”

Surprisingly, your house was clean. Turns out Chaewon and Yunjin invaded your tiny home and cleaned the hell out of it so you could get home and rest in a cozy environment. Your sheets were washed and ironed, not a single sign of dust on any surface, and your house smelled like cleaning products. It was nice.

You took a shower as soon as you walked in, washing your hair vigorously since you couldn’t do it properly in the hospital – the nurse did it for you, but it didn’t feel the same –, allowing Jake to detangle your strings, as he always did.

“Happy to be home?”, he asked softly, sitting behind you on the bed while gently passing the brush through your long hair.

“You have no idea”, you mumbled, eyes closed.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Call your boss and tell him you won’t be able to work from now on”, he said as softly as he could.

“Jake…”, you warned.

“I don’t mean to be toxic or anything, it’s just… You shouldn’t be walking around, carrying boxes, and standing up all day long.”

You sighed, opening your eyes. His hands kept working on your freshly washed hair, so softly it almost felt like he was just caressing you.

“You want me to quit?”

“No. I want you and our baby to be healthy until the end of this pregnancy.”

Your heart felt heavy, for some reason.

“How am I gonna pay for our bills, then?”

“You know-”

“I know money was never a problem to you, Jake. But it was for me. Working and being able to pay for my stuff means a lot to me.”

“You know I can provide for us.”

“Your family sends you a lot of money, which is completely cool if you’re spending it with yourself”, you said, turning around. His hands were forced to leave your hair, otherwise he’d hurt you. “But I can’t let you pay for everything around here. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I have a good amount saved”, he started, holding your hands. “Even if my parents decide they won’t send me a penny, I’ll still be able to keep things around.”

“Jake, that’s just…”, you shrugged. “It feels unfair. Like I’m using you.”

“Look, y/n, I’m gonna tell you something from the bottom of my heart: I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it doesn’t matter how long we’ve been dating, I know it.”

“I love you too”, you mumbled.

“Wait, let me finish. I’m willing to give you every and anything I have, I want to share my life with you. I don’t care about money, status, or anything else, I care about you and our baby, that’s all.”

You pouted, eyes watering. These damn hormones, you cried all of the time!

“Please, let me take care of you”, he said quietly, caressing your cheek, and wiping the tears away. “I’ll give you a little something if you say ‘yes’.”

You chuckled through your tears, knowing he wanted to lighten the mood.

“You said it yourself, I can’t make any efforts”, you joked in a choked voice, trying to stop crying. Jake laughed, shaking his head.

“Stop being dirty!”, he joked. His smile was soft towards you, eyes glistening with care. “At least tell me you’ll think about it.”

“I will, Jakey. I promise.”

“Ok, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I’m giving you something anyways.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, expecting a kiss. You felt him shifting around on the bed for a bit and then a soft peck on your lips – while his lips were still on yours, he reached for your hands and placed a tiny box on them. 

You opened your eyes suddenly, pulling away. Jake also opened his eyes and smiled at you. 

“Go on, open up.”

You obeyed, looking down. As you opened up, you saw a pair of platinum rings.

“What-”

“I heard that in a lot of countries, there are these commitment rings. It’s not that popular in Australia, but I’ve seen a few while growing up”, he shrugged. “I wanted to give you these because I want you to be my girlfriend. Like, for real.”

You whined, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a big hug – the box with the rings lying between the two of you.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”, he chuckled, hugging you back.

“Of course!”, you mumbled, emotional. You hugged him tight, almost as if he was gonna disappear anytime soon.

“Good, ‘cause I kinda live with you, the atmosphere would be ruined if you said no.”

You laughed, only letting go of him enough to kiss his plump lips.

October 10th, 2022 Monday

“In three days I’ll be 21 weeks pregnant”, you told Chaewon, turning sideways and holding your baggy shirt tight on your body, showing her your bump. “A week past half!”

“What?”, she asked, scrunching her nose.

The two of you were in the classroom, pretty early as usual. There were only a few people with you in the room, none of them being friendly to you or Chaewon. She sat down on her stall as you showed her your bump, not caring if other people would see the scene.

“I meant week past the middle of the gestation”, you laughed. “Sorry, the pregnant brain does not work.”

“Oh, the pregnant brain fog is a real thing?”, she laughed.

“It is! I keep forgetting stuff and saying nonsense!”

Chaewon pouted, finding it cute. Your bump was a little more prominent now, absolutely everyone could tell by now. The doctor told you the bump wouldn’t be as big as other women’s, since it was your first pregnancy.

“That’s worthy, right?”

“Being dumb? Absolutely”, you smiled. “Every time the baby moves, everything becomes worth it.”

“Aren’t you cute?”, she pouted. “So, now that you’re showing more, Yunjin and I are planning the baby shower.”

“Really?”, you smiled. “I thought you gave up.”

“Never! We just forgot about it for a bit, since you were hospitalized and such…”, she shrugged. “But since you can’t work anymore and spend the whole day home alone, we thought about visiting you to plan the baby shower. Wanna help planning?”

“Ironic, you’re asking me if I want to plan my child’s baby shower”, you said, laughing. “But yeah, absolutely!”

“When are you free?”

“You said it yourself, Wonnie”, you scoffed. “I’m home alone every freaking day. It’s killing me, by the way.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Nah, I understand. I’m willing to spend another 19 weeks locked in my apartment if it means my baby will be safe and sound inside of me.” “Speaking of which, sit down.”

“Girl, I can spend two minutes up”, you chuckled. “That’s not what “rest” means!”

“I don’t even think you should be coming to class right now.”

“Don’t I deserve to graduate?”

“Don’t be stupid”, she rolled her eyes. “You could finish this semester online.” “Hell, no. I need to see people, otherwise I’ll go crazy.”

You sat next to her, turning your stall to face her.

“Speaking of plans”, you began. “The baby’s due date is somewhere around February 23rd. Do you know what that means?”

“You won’t be able to drink on New Year’s Eve?”

“That’s also correct”, you shrugged. “But it means I’ll be able to attend graduation!”

“Girl, you’re gonna be huge. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You kiddin’? I’ve been waiting for this moment since I finished my application in high school.”

Chaewon laughed, holding your hand.

“I guess it’ll make a really cute graduation photoshoot.”

“Come on, not everyone has their child on their graduation!”

“Yep, Sim Youngjae will be a unique child!”

“I told you, we’re having a girl”, you showed her your tongue.

“You got the sonogram?”

“No.”

“No proof, no opinion.”

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male reader

Finally this piece of shit (me) is back yall :D Sorry for the long wait lmao. And finally I can come up with a suitable name for this fic :))

Summary: What happens after the peaceful night watching Ghost's favorite documentaries with the team. And male reader's worst fears are slowly being revealed.

Word count: 1984

Warning: Nothing. But it's not fluff this time either though.

Ghost was the first one to wake up. He slowly sat up and moved his muscles which were unsurprisingly cramped due to last night’s weird sleeping position. What was surprising to him though, was the fact that he could sleep so well after so long. No nightmares, not a single time waking up panicked and in heavy sweats. He hadn’t been blessed with sound sleeps like this for what felt like a lifetime; even when the things between him and Soap were getting far beyond a relationship among teammates and they started to share a bed with each other, the devil grip of bloody nightmares brought about by his past was one that he could never escape. Until now.

Instinctively, his eyes drifted around, scanning the surrounding for anything suspicious. Although seemed unnecessary since this is their base after all, the safest place with his dearest family, it was one of the habits that he was unable to get rid of and didn’t even feel the need to do so. It was not because he did not trust the team, instead, he trusted you all with all his life and heart; it was just because of a certain incident in the past, in which his own biological family was killed, that he would never allow himself to let his guard down. He didn’t want to lose anyone again, not when the little frame of hope inside him had long been extinguished but now once again reignited thanks to your presence breathing new life into the barren, grief-stricken land of his heart.

Everyone else was still sleeping. Price on his favorite couch, Gaz and Roach on the floor, now lying a whole room apart from each other (Ghost couldn’t quite grasp how they could move that much in their sleep), and you and Soap still on the sofa with him. He eyed the two of you, remembering how every bit of his skin warmed up from the warmth of your bodies as you three unknowingly hugged and touched each other in your sleep, how the pleasant and strangely familiar scents of you and Soap flooded his nose, lingering even in the dreams from last night that he couldn’t recall any other details about. This was the first time Ghost could get this close to you for this long–a whole night; therefore, unlike Soap’s, apparently your scent would be something he was not used to yet, but still it provoked a certain feeling, a peculiar but welcomed one, like a tiny humanoid figure dancing inside the deepest corner of his soul, that he was quite sure to embrace. 

“Dumbfounded by his beauty, ey’ LT?”

Ghost jumped a little, looking up a bit to find Soap had also woken up. The masked man didn’t respond, he just felt a bit bolder than before as his hand reached out and caressed your rosy cheek. He could still remember when you were transferred to their team, when he first laid his eyes on you and immediately doubted Price and Laswell’s decision. You were just too pretty to be here, in this hellhole where every day and night men were sent out either to murder people or to their own death. Little handsome face with big puppy sparkling eyes, easily flushed cheeks, fluffy messy hair that seemed to be taken good care of with expensive shampoo, slender athletic body that was not muscular enough to look intimidating, and that waist. Gosh, he swore he would only need one of his arms to fully wrap around that tiny waist of yours. 

“Where do ya think ya’re touching my babyboy, LT?” Soap raised one of his eyebrows, amusedly observed how Ghost fell head over heels for you while the man himself didn’t even realize it.

Soap’s smirking voice pulled Ghost out of his own mind, as he found his own hand now placed on your lower back, under the olive green t-shirt, slightly pressing down into your soft and warm flesh. 

“When has he become yours, huh Sergeant?” Ghost bit back this time.

“Soon he will, LT.” Soap couldn’t hide the amused look apparent on his face.

“Then that means he’s not yours yet.” 

“Are you two seriously fighting over my Private? At this hour in the fuckin’ mornin’ ?” The two men were stopped in their tracks by Price’s stern but mirth-filled voice.

“Getting overprotective over ya favorite child again, ain’t ya Cap?” Soap joshed.

“Of course I am protective of him! He’s my youngest son! Especially against you two animals always with those hungry eyes!” 

“What?? We’re not your son then huh Cap? Hella offended.”

Price: “......”

Gaz was quick to jump in, “If you’re also Price’s sons then doesn’t that mean you and Ghost and Y/n are brothers? Are you fuckin’ your own brothers?” Roach stood right beside Gaz, nodding very enthusiastically.

Price: “......I think we should stop here.”

Soap argued, “Fuck you, me and Ghost’ve been fuckin’ for years!”

Price: “......”

Gaz: “......”

Roach: “......”

“I mean we all know it but do you have to be that loud about it?” Gaz said, almost trembling, while Roach was comforting him by rubbing his back, and Price just massaged the bridge of his nose, obviously getting too worn out because of this ridiculously common occurrence among his men.

Ghost finally stepped in, placing his large hand on one of Soap’s shoulders as a nonverbal way to tell him to calm down, “We should stop here before he’s sent straight to hell after his death.” Unsurprisingly, the three other men all agreed.

Soap casually shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn’t said the most unholy thing ever just a minute ago, before turning his back to the men to look at your peaceful sleeping face. You literally slept like a baby, not bet an eye when Soap gingerly held your arms and pushed you aside a bit to let himself stand up, and not even flinch after their joking conversation that accelerated very quickly into some horrendous (although he was the reason why it become that way). You were now lying on your back, making it easier for Ghost and Soap to see how your chest and belly slightly moved up and down as you breathed steadily. 

“I know it’s a nice sight to see, the boy being this cute and cozy, but we will have a pretty tough mission in two days and you will have to wake him up for the training.” Price left a final reminder before putting the signature hat on his head and exiting the room to enjoy his morning smoking session.

Price was right. This was the military after all. The sweet and tranquil moments were the ones that passed by the fastest, leaving the men with a desperate craving to have another taste of it. Guess it’s one of the driving forces behind their desire to survive through the deadliest battles, to be able to see you again, not covered in blood and sweat and dust from the field, but in your most adorable state–freshly bathed and safe in their very cherished home. They loved the sight of you dropping that stern face and serious, piercing eyes in battles, as you run around the base with Roach, hunting for the next victim of your stupid little pranks. 

What would be their reaction then when they heard your confession? About how you were the opposite of them, never cared for your own life during battles, how you were always like a stray dog that was once treasured by a human so much that when you lost them, you just barely managed to stumble through every obstacle in your way, biting everyone who dared to get near, and loitering around aimlessly not quite sure what you’re supposed to do with your life. You and they seemed to be so close, yet you were actually oceans apart. To them, your heart was unattainable, and to you, they were too good and admirable for you to even think of being with them. You didn’t deserve to be with such great men. You didn’t deserve to be with anyone to begin with.

“Wake up, pretty boy. It’s time for the training~” Soap gently stirred you.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were actually awake when Soap and Ghost had that fighting over you, and you even felt Ghost’s gloved hand on your sensitive skin. An eerie feeling filled your heart ever since, knowing that those two great men nurtured such sacred emotions towards someone ugly and unloveable like you. It was a mixed feeling of pure happiness and sheer anguish, owing to your deepest fears. You feared that if you opened up and requited their love, they would find out who you really were: a stray dog that no one ever liked, a deeply wounded animal that would burden anyone who had to take responsibility for caring for it, a creature not fitted to be called a human being with the utmost ugliness deep inside its soul, unable to free itself from the eternal curses put upon it by the unfair universe. 

Being in love also entailed confiding intimate secrets in your partners, well not necessarily every secret, but still, some needed to be told, and this scared you to death–the ordeal of being known. Confiding in others true feelings would just push them far away. No one wanted to deal with a mess of a person. No one wanted to bear the uncomfortable atmosphere of not knowing what to say when the utterances that escaped your lips intertwined and became something that they could not comprehend or relate to. Not to mention how alone you had been all this time, having no one close to you to spend time with, to prioritize your needs over the others they knew, to come to you whenever you felt lost and hurt and disoriented… and to make you feel that you were not replaceable. You believed that Ghost and Soap had such a person, Ghost was that person to Soap, and Soap was that person to Ghost. If you did anything wrong to either of them, they would look at you with those eyes, those familiar eyes that the people in the past used to look at you with whenever you entered the room, the ones that were filled with passive hatred and disgust, the ones that forever haunted you in your sleep. If Ghost and Soap lost you, they could always seek the presence of each other. If you lost them, you’d be left alone again. Because, sadly but frankly, you’re always replaceable.

Lucky for you, they didn’t know you had heard everything, how they fought over you and how Soap openly expressed their interest in you in front of the team. It was easier this way, pretending you weren’t aware of their love so that you wouldn’t have to face those intense feelings of theirs and the possible consequences that could break your already tormented soul into even smaller pieces. Running away from your problems had always been the easiest option. It wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it worked best for you.

“Pretty boy, ya listening?”

“Ah… y-yes, sir.” Your eyes refocused on the two men before you.

Soap chuckled, “Ya haven’t really woken up yet, ain’t ya? Go wash your face. The training will begin in 30 minutes. Get ready.”

“Yes, sir.” You hurriedly stood up, almost lost your balance because of the sudden movement and the cramped muscles from last night’s weird sleeping position. As you run out of the room, you could hear chuckles from Soap and maybe Ghost too. You smiled a bit, thinking that it was better like this, you kept pretending, leaving them with that love until they found out themselves how ridiculous it was to fall for someone like you, and then secretly withdraw to save genuine affection for someone that actually worthed it.

to be continued (because i need more pain)

@b0g-b0y here is the new part as u ask.

[fem-floral]

Little Devil - Droid x Reader

Summary: Reader invites the guys out for drinks and they may have a trick up their sleeve.

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“Guys, please come out with us tonight!” I say, jumping out of my spot and looking at all the boys. We were all playing Mario Kart at Droid’s when my best friend told me to come out to the bars tonight. 

“A nap sounds kinda good right now, not gonna lie,” Droid said, fake yawning. I shot him a look and pulled out my puppy dog eyes, they always work.

“Do not give me that look,” Droid said. I only pouted my lip harder.

“I mean, drinks do sound like a vibe right now. I’m down for it,” Grizzy said. 

“See! If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to of course, I miss going out with you guys,” I said, hopping back into my spot between Droid and Pezzy.

“Well, let’s finish up our Mario Kart session and then we can prepare for a night out with your crazy ass,” Puffer said, queuing up for the next race.

“You just want to continue beating us, don’t you?” Pezzy said as we all looked at Puffer. He responded with a short and deadpanned ‘Yes’.

After another hour of getting our asses beat, I called it quits. “Okay, I need to go home and get changed and get all pretty. Meet us at the bar at 10?” I say getting up to gather my things.

“Yup, we’ll be there!” Droid said enthusiastically. The guys all exchanged looks and I gave him a sweet smile and patted his leg. “Don’t be late!” I yelled, walking out the door.

“Oh, you're whipped man,” Grizzy said. “Shut up!” Droid said, holding a pillow to his face.

“Amor, hurry up!” My best friend yelled up at me, pulling on her shoes. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I yelled back, running down the stairs because the Uber was about to pull up to the house. I check my bag for everything I need; ID, debit card, lip gloss, roll on perfume and keys. Perfect!

I pull on my platform boots, feeling like Sabrina Carpenter, and loop my arm around my bestie’s and give her a big smile. “Excited for tonight? Is it because you finally convinced the boys to come out?” She said, smirking at me.

I drawed out a long ‘Maybe’ and hid my face from the blush rising on my cheeks. 

We chatted on the way to the bar and after a short ride, we pulled up to our favorite bar. I get a text from Droid saying they are on the way. “Let’s go in and see if we can get a booth, the guys are on the way,” I say leading the way.

We go up and say ‘Hi’ to the bouncer, we come here all the time for the events and such they have so we easily became regulars. We both spot an open booth and book it over there.

“Thank god we got somewhere to sit, I know the guys will be appreciative,” my roomie said. “That and I know how much we hate our feet hurting after dancing the entire night,” I added. “Oh my gosh, you’re so smart babe,” she said, smiling at me. 

I texted Droid where we were and shortly, the server came up to us. We ordered some appetizers and drinks to start with when we spotted the boys come in.

I jumped and waved to them, smiling big. I ran up to Droid and gave him a huge hug. I pulled away, “I’m so glad you guys are here! We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I gave the other guys hugs and grabbed Droid’s hand to bring them to the table. The boys all shared a look and looked at my bestie giving them the same look.

I sat back down next to my bestie with Droid across from me, Pezzy, Grizzy, and Puffer filing in before him. 

“Here are your appetizers and drinks for you ladies,” the server said. I got so excited and immediately went into the food. We all ate and caught up since they were also close with my bestie and haven’t seen each other in a hot minute.

The drinks were flowing. Music was bumping. We were all feeling ourselves. “Después de la Playa” by Bad Bunny started playing and my bestie and I looked at each other and immediately grabbed onto each other and started singing.

We ran to the dance floor and started dancing along to the infectious beat of the song. Bringing out all of our moves, hips swinging left to right.

The boys all looked at us like we were lunatics because they have never been clubbing with us and were surprised. 

Their mouths were agape but not more than Droid at me. The guys caught on to his gaze and were egging him on to join me. 

I danced with my bestie for a good part of the song before she whispered in my ear, “Do you see Droid ogling at you?” She said almost squealing. I looked at her and shook my head ‘Yes’. 

She drifted over to the other guys as I caught Droid’s eye. With drunken eyes and a dopey smile, I did a ‘Come here’ motion with my finger. Droid all but floated over to me and with my confidence sky-high, I placed his hands on my waist and mine over his shoulders.

We danced for the remainder of the song, not even realizing the next one started up.

He dipped his head near my ear, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” Droid said. I give him a bashful smile, “Thank you. I’m really glad you came out with us. Besides, if you never came out with us, you wouldn’t be doing this,” I say, caressing his face.

We take a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat, I grabbed his neck to bring his mouth closer to me. Feeling each other’s breathing get heavier, his grip getting tighter on my hips.

I think to myself, I might as well have a little more fun… I pull him just enough to ghost my lips over his and tease a kiss that I’ll give him… eventually.

He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, giving me the most defeated but amused look in his eyes.

“Oh, you are trouble, you know that?” He laughs at me while twirling me around and pulling me back into his embrace.

“I know, but you love it.” I said back, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wanna go get another drink, the waitress is back at the table and I need another.”

“Let’s go, diablita,” He whispers in my ear, leading me back to the table.

We take our respective seats at the table, me next to my bestie, him next to Pezzy. My bestie places her hand on my thigh and whispers, “Good job.” I give her a little smile, she knew my plans all along.

Here’s to another amazing night.