#he was so cool calm and collected in the other books you whine

[grimcatician]

Real clown hours in the tsats tag

[shadowwolflady]

Hatake Kakashi Headcanons

All right. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.

Known

Birthday September 15th

Zodiac Virgo

Height 181 cm

Weight 67.5 kg

Blood type O

Hair color silver/gray

Eye color gray

Missions completed 1,141

197 D

190 C

414 B

298 A

42 S

Fighting

Jutsu: Tai and Nin

Kekkei: Sharingan

Hidden ability: Kamui

Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist

General

This man is an introvert.

Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)

Reads Icha Icha in public

Work smarter not harder

Is late to things that aren't important

Sees KIA stone in morning

Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on

If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.

If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.

He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.

Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.

Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.

His spacial awareness is insanely keen.

The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.

Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.

Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.

Has fallen out of bed.

Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.

He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.

Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.

He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.

He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.

Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.

He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.

He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.

He has sharp canines.

He has to stop and say hi to every cat and dog he passes. Just a quick pet and small hi.

He talks softly to the cats and dogs he greets, as if they understand him. When they meow or whine back, he will carry on a conversation with them.

Food

Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury

Can cook

Likes simple meals

Doesn't like sweets

More savory food

Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.

Can handle most spices.

Fast eater

Least favorite anything fried or sweet

Drinks

Social drinker

Can hold his liquor

It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black

Tea

Water

Behavior

He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.

He will get cats out of trees for civilians.

He will help the elderly with groceries.

Calm, cool, collected.

He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.

He is usually reading or day dreaming.

He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.

Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.

He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.

Modest about his abilities.

Senses

He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.

He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature. (Short range)

Hygiene

Showers at night

Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone

He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash

He shaves every morning.

Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.

Fighting Style

Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.

INSANE core strength.

Fluid movements.

Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.

Will use chakra as a last resort.

Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.

Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.

Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.

He usually waits to strike.

His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.

Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.

Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.

Sleep

He tends to sleep on his back.

He will wind up on his side.

He is a light sleeper.

Has insomnia.

He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.

He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.

If he can't sleep he will read.

If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.

He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.

Chakra

First chakra affinity is Lightning

Second is Earth

Can wield all elements due to sharingan

Mental

Has PTSD

Depression

Insomnia, hence naps.

DISSOCIATION

He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.

Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.

I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.

My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.

He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!

[toxictigertonic]

Hello it's me your number one fan: What's your headcannons for what the Main Three do in their spare time? Also, what do they do in their spare time with each other? Literally will pay you for these headcannons ISTG they give me life

I'm so glad people are enjoying my silly little headcanons about these weirdos (affectionate) I'm happy to say dumb shit about them.

COYLE

- Honestly he's a lil tough for me to figure out. He's so dedicated to his job of catching our asses that it feels like he's always patrolling.

- Then again. I wanna say this man is a secret soap opera enjoyer NOW HEAR ME OUT

- He sounds like he's on the verge of tears when he points out that Franco gets a gun but not him. That's dramatic. I think he secretly likes a little drama in his life.

- God help anyone who finds out though. Nobody can know about or interrupt his soaps.

- Also I could say the obvious answer for what I think he does in his spare time but uh. I think y'all can already guess with his quips.

- Other than that? He's making spicy chili to kill Franco with. Taste testing each pepper to make sure it's potent enough.

- Or collecting cool trinkets he finds laying around. Fun scraps of metal, nice rocks, anything he can steal from Franco.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- This woman is constantly busy, never let's herself sit down and relax. She's gotta be doing SOMETHING with her hands.

- Baking, knitting, sewing, she's doing it all with a show in the background for noise.

- She likes to bake pies and such, she likes the effort that goes into making the crust and loves fruit filling. Futterman is a brat about getting flour on his beak though.

- Knitting is a little hard but she gets Futterman to hold one needle with his beak. He only agrees so she won't whine about it. She's knitted a stuffed animal for Franco once on request and he cried so hard he threw up.

- She also listens to the radio and dances to some songs. She likes to sway back and forth or side to side while working on things and listening.

FRANCO

- My lil baby man, of course he's gonna do some lil baby things.

- I think he'd have a lot of coloring books tbh. A pack of crayons spread out on the table, pacifier in mouth, cartoons on in the background, this man is living the dream.

- Speaking of cartoons, I guaranTEE this man has an hour set aside for when his favorite cartoon comes on. He's watching it whether he's busy or not. Do not interrupt cartoon time unless you want a tooth bullet to the shin.

- He'd love to have someone to watch cartoons with, not Coyle though that man doesn't deserve cartoon time. Gooseberry would be an okay option but Futterman talks shit about his cartoons. May have kidnapped a reagent to make them watch cartoons with him.

- If he had the option he'd spend most of his spare time in someone's lap (someone who isn't dead lol) because again, this man is so beyond starved for affection from actual people. My sad little creachure.

- For some not so baby things, he makes sure Lupara is absolutely spotless. He'll spend hours cleaning it and making sure it shines like new. Now, if only he'd take the same care with his suit...

ALL TOGETHER

- You know how bad they were when two of them were together? Adding the last one to the mix is like asking for something to catch fire. Whether it be Coyle's beard or Gooseberry's skirt depends on the day.

- Most of the time spent as a trio is Phyllis trying to make sure Coyle and Franco don't kill each other. She wants everyone to be friends and those two want bloodshed.

- She's bringing out board games and baked cookies for them to all hang out, turns around for two seconds, looks back and Franco has Coyle picked up by the collar.

- They talk the maddest shit to each other and eventually Futterman has to call a time out. They have to sit in opposite corners.

- Speaking of Futterman, they know it's time to calm down when the drill is brought into the picture. Phyllis will not stand for this behavior during friend time!

These ones were a little more difficult but I think I'm pretty spot on with Coyle and his soap operas. Keep em coming my merry little men, you can ask about all three or just one of them.

[babybearcookie]

ATEEZ Age Regression/Caregiver HC

not requested

this is an age regression headcanon; if you don't like that, don't read it, age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

Seonghwa

as a caregiver

so,,,

we all know where this'll start, right?

momhwa

everyone's favourite, like there'll be wars to get his attention

even if there's no one around, his baby wouldd always be seeking his attention

maybe by showing something they'd made or misbehaving

he's tried to say that 'if you want attention, you just have to ask'

but no bc that would not be right

right??

no clue, seongwha doesn't rly get why his attention is so important but he thinks it's kinda cute either way

when he's watching over his little, he's also just content sitting there, doing nothing other than keeping his eyes on them

but even with as soft as he can be

he WILL call you out when you misbehave or cuss at him

he hears a commotion happen and he knows his baby is in the middle of it?

uh oh

"you stop that right now, little one!"

and you will bc he has pretty much mastered the 'don't you dare' stare

and you don't wanna be on the receiving end of that

well, that depends

bc it usually works on someone regressed younger

but if they're a kid regressor, they'll probably just constantly push to see how much he'll take

and you'll know when he's had enough bc, not only will he tell you, but you can also see it in his eyes.... shuddering at the thought of being on the other end of those

but he will soften up as soon as his baby acts cute toward him

just a cute little gesture and some puppy dog eyes and they're back in the warmth, so to speak

seonghwa would be so devoted to the role of someone's caregiver

he has so much love to give and being able to just take care of someone's every need while they're small and vulnerable and innocent and adorable?

it's a hell yeah from him

having someone to baby like that is one of his favourite things

he's not very loud and/or wild when in his caregiver headspace, so a calm regressor would be the best fit for him

but he would of course never reject being someone's caregiver just because they aren't calm

he'll just guide them into calm states a lot, since those are his favourites

he loves loves loves having his baby lay in the crook of his arm, cuddling into him, as they follow along in the book he's reading aloud for them

it's even better if it's a little longer of a story, since he absolutely adores looking down randomly to see his baby having fallen asleep to his voice

though, as much as he likes when his little is calm small, he does NOT like it when it's bc they're sick or down

then he starts fussing and worrying over them

he hears one unhappy whine and his cool, calm and collected nature is out the window

might even call for backup from another member if he's RLY worried

and he dreads taking his eyes off of his baby for even a second when they're in that state

when he does have to, he leaves them with a million kisses being placed all over their face (mostly on their forehead) and just holding on to them

that goes on for like 10 minutes, less if the little falls asleep while he comforts them, before he can do what he needs to go out and do

when regressed

i definitely believe that he's a shy little baby

he keeps to himself a lot, doesn't seek out the attention

he loves being warm n cuddly

big sweaters n coats n blankets

give them to him, let him snuggle up pls

he also love his kitty ears headband

he got it as a gift, it has little bells hanging from the ears

it's his favourite accessory when he's regressed

he's the type to, as soon as he sees his caregiver, he gives them a smooch on their cheek

it's become his way of greeting them

he's feeling just a little bit small, his reserve of being affectionate in front of others goes away

and it's become a method of payment, if you will

if he asks for something, his caregiver will pretend to think about it very hard and then tell him that it costs him a kiss on their cheek

which he gives happily

can still be a bit shy about doing it in front of others but still does it

bc he gets such cute reactions when he does it regressed

a lot more coos than if he were to do it when he's big

flappy hands when frustrated or excited

it can result in some injuries if we aren't careful

like, hitting himself, but that happens more if his frustration isn't taken care of

he just need someone to help him calm down

he's just feeling a lot of feelings that needs to be expressed :((

is pretty calm and quiet until you put on girlgroup songs, best of all twice, then he'll jump up to have a dance party wherever he is

and of course, movie nights are the how to train your dragon movies 50% of the time

he even acts out toothless' facial expressions while watching the movies

not for anyone, i don't even think he himself knows he's doing it, but it's adorable either way

he has a million toothless plushies hidden all around

he always have one ready to grab

he's never more than 50 meters from one, like it's excessive

when going out, he either brings a little plushie or a stuffed toothless keyring accessory

Hongjoong

as a caregiver

i'll just say it now

he's definitely the type to dress you up all fancy just to go to the store or park

like those parents who dress their toddlers like they're young adults

but he makes sure you enjoy your outfit too

it's actually more that he matches his outfit with what you like to wear, just a more grown-up version of it

he's loud and you know when you've reached his line

he'll yell but not in a scary way, more like in a way that makes it fun to get him to that point

but if he actually feels like he needs to discipline his little, he'll do it when in private

never in front of others

both for his own sake and his baby's sake

something like that is very personal

and never actually yelling. he's very aware that there are some things you never do to a child, and never ever to someone who may already have certain triggers

dramatic dad tho

but also very very sweet and considerate

if you see something in a store, he'd be game to go and buy it for you

he just likes to provide like that

and it makes him happy when his little one is happy

he's very aware of people's relationship to being touched, as it's something he struggles with himself

so he'll always ask before doing anything involving touching

"do you want a hug, baby?"

one thing he does love is when you lay your head in his lap uwu

"can you hold my hand while walking outside, sweetheart?"

he knows that his baby would rather have him with them all the time, but as his role as leader and the time he spends in the studio, there are some days when he doesn't get back till late

but he always makes sure to stop by his baby's room, check in on them and give them a kiss on their forehead

probably have something, like tying a little bow with some string around your finger, to let you know you'd been kissed goodnight if you were to wake

when regressed

he mostly uses aegyo as a weapon

if he wants something or wants to avoid doing something, out comes the squishy cheeks and big puppy eyes

and it's super effective

excited and polite baby

also very bitey

he doesn't know what to do with his affection and his energy a lot

so he just bites ppl

his caregiver is going to get bitten the most

it's done out of love though <3

if he gets a lot of love, he might get a bit emotional

pull back and isolate himself

it's not that he doesn't like getting loved on or being around those who love on him

he's just used to being the one having to keep it together

so if you see him become quiet and pulling back, go with him and hold him as he cries

baby has sensory issues

when he isn't regressed it mostly manifests in not wanting to be touched

but when he's small it shows a bit more

some days he's okay with most things but

some days he needs his sensory clothes and can't even handle his hair touching his forehead in a wrong way

and he wants to show affection but doesn't like the feeling of being held onto

so he finds something, holds it at one end and offers the other end for his cg to hold onto

hongjoong can easily get pulled out of his headspace though

so, it's best to hide everything that reminds him of his responsibilities when in his adult headspace

there's nothing worse than when he suddenly gets pulled out of his regression

he'll get overstimulated and confused and dizzy at the sudden shift

and there's nothing to do rly, other than leave him be to get himself to the right place mentally

Yunho

as a caregiver

for me, yungho seems like the one most likely to be physically affectionate with his baby

not that the others wouldn't be, but he's just something else

he's always holding his baby's hand and pulling them into his arms

just always touching them in some way

hand on their back or arm(s) around their shoulder(s)

cuddles are a must with him

he loves loves loves just laying with his baby

bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces

he feels nothing but bliss and happiness if his baby lays themselves on him

most likely to love giving you 'uppies'

he also loves teasing his little with threats of eating them

opening his mouth around one of your fingers and softly chomping down on it, just as a little joke

"you're just so cute, i wanna eat you!"

"Daddy's gonna eat you, baby!"

big fan of listening to baby talk coming from his little

just gibberish directed towards him and him going

"oh really? wow, tell me more!"

and in that vein, he also has conversations with stuffies

if his baby says one of their stuffie said something, he'd look at the stuffie and talk to it

absolutely playing along, not ever a question coming from him

(he also secretly loves playing dress up, feeling good when he's dressed as the prince or knight that saves you)

he actually reminds me a bit of bandit from bluey with the way he just goes along with his baby's shenanigans

i don't know how else to say it but

he's just so warm and loving

he would go above and beyond as a caregiver

do everything in the world to make sure his little felt loved

i really feel like he'd be the best caregiver of the bunch,,

he works so hard to make himself a safe space for others

when regressed

naps, a lot of naps for this one

he gets very confused a lot

just big questioning eyes

being confused a lot can make him feel even younger

everyone is very protective of him bc nobody can stand seeing him upset, least of all his cg(s)

another regressor would maybe use that to get their way, but not yunho

he just feels safe and cared for

he's not incredibly loud when regressed

type to always carry a plushie around with him

he just loves having something soft to hug and hold

shy when it comes to affection but loves it

he won't ask for hugs and kisses but is given them all the time

and he gets all blushy but he likes it a lot

in his head he's way smaller than he is physically

so, when he's running up to his cg or anyone for a hug, he doesn't realise how big he is

more than once making the person he's tackling fall over or lose their footing

he loves when he's laying in his cg's lap and looking up at them

makes him feel so small and giggle, especially if the cg is making faces and being silly

he just loves being the one below, being doted on

a lot of times that means he's being tickled but he doesn't mind, as it makes him feel smaller

he's more of a baby regressor than a little actually

which hurts his cg bc he wants to be carried around and treated like a baby when regressed

but he's so physically big, it's hard to do so

even though most of them work out and are strong

but there are ways to help

he loves bottle time

it's usually before bed with some warm milk

it's warm and safe and he feels like the tiniest little boy

Yeosang

as a caregiver

i don't see yeosang being a parent-type of caregiver, i rly don't

babysitter maybe, mostly see him as being an older sibling type

he'll try his best though

he'd make the space very comfortable and very chill

like, priming the livingroom for colouring and cartoons time for the little

family means a lot to him, so if you really see him as a parental figure, of course he'd do his very best

he'd do well with an older regressor that'll pull him along for things

then he'd just primarily have to make sure they're okay

likes guiding the little

just holding their hand

and maybe having dance parties

very giggly when the little is being silly

always ready to shower the baby with compliments but

if you want him to be flustered yeosang (tm), just give him loads of compliments back

he loves feeding the one he's taking care of

it's one of the things he know he'd be able to do successfully

!!! he also loves playing board games with the one he's taking care of

he'll get so into it, it would just be a great time for both him and the little

he likes cuddling together

both him and the little will just fall asleep like that most times

he'd also agree to playing dress-up, though he would be a little embarrassed about it

when regressed

loves playing pranks, but very quick to apologise if the slightest look is given to him

though, he doesn't have to apologise bc all is forgiven when it comes to yeosang

very very giggly at almost everything

everybody, and i mean EVERYBODY, finds him adorable, which makes it hard to scold him when he's done or said something

if someone asks him to do something he doesn't want to do

it's one pleading look from him and he gets out of having to do it

he's definitely king of the house when he's regressed

the little prince who rules everything

and he doesn't have to lift a finger if he doesn't want to

the only thing that is a sure thing, that everyone has agreed to uphold, even if little yeosang pleads and looks sad

is that he cannot have chicken every day

2 times a week at the absolute most

he loves being fed so so much

and his cg(s) love feeding him

he looks so cute munching on food that's given to him

it's almost a fight for who gets to feed him if he has multiple cgs

which is not such a wild thought, bc everybody wants to take care of him if they find out he regresses

if wooyoung is one of the cgs, he definitely sneaks himself more chances to feed yeosang, since he's making a bunch of the food and snacks for him

i think the one who loves feeding him the most is hongjoong, so he's second in line after wooyoung

his cg(s) would definitely lead the 'yeosang protection squad'

ready to fight if anyone dares to disrespect little yeosang

they'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure yeosang is feeling safe and happy

San

as a caregiver

his first priority is making sure that his little is his first priority

everything else comes second

always makes sure they are included in everything

it's important to him that he's verbal when it comes to caring for his baby

so, a lot of reassuring words and words of affirmation and love

but he won't forget the physical

always pulling his baby into his embrace and having them there for safekeeping

so he can be a shield against all negativity

he'd do all the things that are tedious so you wouldn't have to

cutting up food, putting in the DVD, bringing you your stuffie

and he's so quick and silent about doing that, that you mostly don't realise he is doing it

he's always keeping his (affectionate) eyes on his little

ready to jump into action at the slightest hint that they need him

always keeping them comfortable

absolutely staring daggers at anyone who has made them uncomfortable

you do not want to be on the receiving end of those

he'd be the parent cg that's always there

which can maybe be a bit much

but for a clingy little, he'd be perfect

he'd go to sleep and wake up hugging his baby close to him

that physical connection is very important to him

he wants to make sure he's a safe space

even around others he wouldn't change his behaviour

he isn't shy or ashamed about his relationship with his little

and if they wanna be little around other people, he is there to make sure that nothing happens while they are

when regressed

pouty baby

and with a lisp uwu

and and he's very loud when little

he has problems with fine motor skills

though that doesn't stop him from enjoying doing makeup while small

especially on others

it'll look like a mess of colours and glitter but he just loves doing it so much

has to have his stuffie in bed or he can't get to sleep

(probably blåhaj or blåhaj sized, since it's perfect for hugging to sleep)

((can confirm))

his mind flies around a lot

until it locks on something specific and then he can't stop thinking about that until he has done something about it

when he's excited about something, he yells out about it multiple times

to show how excited he is and get others just as excited about it

he doesn't really care if people gush over how cute he is

he wants them to indulge in what he's into at that moment though

showing care for what he pays attention to is the best way to show you care about him

very territorial when it comes to his favourite people

the person who's his favourite can vary, but not how clingy and possessive he is about them

he will hold them tight, not letting them go

and if anyone tries to take them away, he'll hold them tighter and either get angry or upset

when he's upset he's prone to hitting

either himself or others

he doesn't hit hard and it only takes a gentle hand and a soft "baby, no" for him to stop

but it's what he does when he's frustrated or upset

to get him to calm down, cuddle him tightly

Mingi

as a caregiver

he loves carrying his baby

just having them in his arms is something he loves

and knowing they feel better being held by him is everything

piggy back rides is something he's rly good at

he can run and stuff for when it's supposed to be fun

and he knows how to walk slowly when you're tired

is the type to let his little cuddle with him while doing other things

or having adult conversations with someone

just holding them tight while continuing to talk about work or whatever

loves tickle fights

he usually wins but

he just loves hearing his little one giggle up a storm

will aggressively pinch your cheeks

he'd sometimes ask his hyungs for advice on taking care of someone younger

he's a little nervous about it

but they usually tell him just to be himself and go with his gut

and they are right

as soon as he gets into the mindset of taking care of someone, he does really well

he loves nothing more than to have his baby in his lap while they colour

pointing and asking what they're colouring

helping too if the little asks for it

is the type to take his little out on walks to parks

holding their tiny backpack for when they wanna run around and have fun

just watching with a smile

when regressed

loves rolling around

it makes him feel all small and silly

also laughs with his entire body

which sometimes is the reason why he's rolling around

loves being in his cg's lap

but he's also very self-conscious about his size

so it usually ends up with his legs being slung over his cg's legs

unless they physically pull him into their lap

very curious

will look over your shoulders if you're doing something on a device

even if his young mind won't understand it, he loves watching the screen as things are being done on it

pretty shy about wanting attention

when he wants some, he usually bumps his head into the person he's wanting attention from

he loves being held from behind

even if the person holding him is way tinier than him, he'll feel small and protected

isn't much for eye contact when little

will look at your nose or lips when you're talking to him

he'd be a menace around other regressors

whispering and keeping secrets and plotting against the cgs

probably be the planner of the cookie coup

sweater paws >>>>>

he loves having knitted sweaters that are just too big for him

a very snacky boy

and plays with his food too

but he's just too adorable doing it that nobody can tell him not to

(especially dino nuggets)

Wooyoung

as a caregiver

so attentive

like the boy is all over the place and wild but when he's with his baby, every single ounce of his attention is on them

his eyes are glued to them and he loves keeping their hand in his

some of the members may tease him about that but he loves giving kisses

and he doesn't hold his want to give a smooch back

as soon as he gets the impulse to give a little kiss to his baby, he does so

you'd never not feel loved, being wooyoung's little, because it's constant affection with this one

he'd always be ready if his help is needed, you just need to say the word

"papa, can help me with my math?"

"need help cleaning up"

"check underneath my bed for monsters, please"

his answer is always "of course!", he puts everything on hold if his baby needs him

he feels the most in control and in his element when he's cooking

he loves having his baby watching him

he loves when he's cooking and his little joins him in the kitchen, sitting at the table he isn't using and start to colour while talking to him about random stuff

he loves the domesticity of it

and he loves it even more when they come over and peek at what he's doing in the kitchen, eyes full of wonder

making snacks is therefore one of his favourite ways to show love for his baby

when regressed

not gonna lie, i see wooyoung being really shy about his regression

he knows it's just banter and fun but he's so used to the others sometimes hating when he's acting cute normally

he'd always scurry off when he's slipping, not wanting the others to catch on that he might be a little different

but of course they do

i might write something further on this but

san is the first he tells about regressing

he trusts him and knows that san would never look down on him for something like this or ridicule him

when he finally feels comfortable enough, he fully lets out his cute childish side

grabby hands for almost anything

always wanting his cg by his side

whining a LOT bc he wants his way with almost everything

loves performing

like, dancing across the room, making sure all eyes are on him

he just loves attention

repeats sounds or words or sentences a lot

if he finds them funny at least

his cg says something like "nah-i don't know actually"

and wooyoung repeats it very giggly

lovesss praise

he does something and immediately seeks praising words and pats on his hair

when he's excited he hops

so much his cg refers to him as 'little bunny'

Jongho

as a caregiver

he loves providing for his little

you want anything and he'll bring it

within reason of course

loves having quiet nights

where he'll be reading a book and his little will be watching a movie

maybe they'll look up at him, tugging at his pant leg, going "papa, papa! look!" and pointing at the screen at a scene they like

and he'll ofc look up at it and respond with something like "that's very cool, baby!"

and then go back to his book until his attention is needed again

very verbal about how proud he is of his baby

he always wants to show his support for whatever they decide to do

ending the praise with a soft kiss placed on top of their head

can stare you down if you've done something you weren't supposed to

best at tucking someone in at night

and omg the lullabies he could sing

though, i do worry about him going all in and being too loud for the baby to sleep

(jk, boy is very respectful about his volume)

he's the type to come home and cuddle you if he's been working late

fully dressed too, not even getting under the covers

it's how he recharges

wears soft cardigans a lot bc he knows it's a nicer fabric for cuddling

also will let you put whatever cute headbands you want on him

when regressed

is a sucker for being dressed

someone helping him, pulling a shirt on over his head

snapping his overalls in place

he just becomes mush

loves really soft clothing

anything with fleece

sleepy baby in the mornings

barely a person, so has to be helped a lot

clapping his hands when laughing or finding something amusing

but very quiet other than that

even if he has comments or concerns, he whispers them in his cg's ear

even if they're alone

he just doesn't really like talking when he's regressed

gets his way most of the time

one pout from him and your argument is invalid

he likes teasing too

like the kid that's constantly poking you?

yeah that's jongho

won't outright admit to it but he loves being held

nuzzling into someone's warmth is very comforting for him

he likes playing games

not video games but those children's games that aren't exactly board games

like the crocodile you have to push its teeth or the hanging monkeys?

those kinds of games

A/N: gosh this took a lot of my creative energy but was so fun to do. since my ateez concert, i've just not been able to get those boys out of my head, so now they're here too :3

tag list:

@mylittlesafehaven99 @luveuly @ihugjakey @kiki-woo

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[fersrsbizniz]

Finally finished Siege of Darkness!

Ngl, I was really worried there that I would be struggling with it for months. But as soon as Drizzt and Catti-Brie claimed friendship it became smooth sailing. For me, that is, the reader. Everyone else had a rough time.

Some highlights:

Really appreciated the Jarlaxle moments—he honestly carried the beginning chapters for me. Thank you, Jarlaxle for your cautious and duplicitous ways (and even some honest ways) for getting me past the Problem™️. I really felt for you when you realized you were in the toils and was glad that got all sorted out.

Guenhwyvar is amazing as always and even though I knew she couldn’t be gone for long I was still worried for her—the permanence of the word choice is what stressed me out. But then the pattern went back into play and I was calm again.

Lloth/Lolth - get your spelling sorted out plz but really it was fun to see the chaos bringer bring, well, chaos. You are an awful deity, keep doing what you do! Positive I know who you just gave to Errtu, though.

Bruenor…just so glad you got to be the one to deliver that blow! Also, so happy he met his ancestor! Finally!

BELWAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! :DDDDDDD

Drizzt used his bracers to do something to his legs, right? Since his arms couldn’t keep up? Idk it’s just the way the story kept mentioning and mentioning that he was weirdly fast that gave me that thought. Either way, ray of sunshine in bad times is here in the form of Drizzt.

Catti-Brie had a lot of cool fights! Especially near the end! She and the sword seem to be getting along. Don’t know how long that will last. But still cool!

Alustriel and the Silverymoon force. I had my qualms before but I like them all now. I feel bad for her…she has the VHD issue of: she was so beautiful! She moved her beautiful hair behind her beautiful ear, and beautiful-ed her way down the stairs beautifully. She is cool. Author needs to chill.

Some I wanted more of:

The Time of Troubles came and went REALLY quickly. I would have loved to spend more time on the houses losing their collective shit because their magic wasn’t working as expected. I really think it would have allowed for some insight on more of the houses.

More Svirfneblin stuff!!! Gimme more Deep Gnome lore :o

More Jarlaxle. Can’t get enough of that guy.

Things I could have done without:

The Relationship™️ which is a little bit of a mood killer since it’s canon (I LOVE both of them—just not with each other)

All of the sexual uncomfortableness with Catti-Brie. She’s a grown woman, yeah, but that was not how to get me to like Wulfgar’s people or his successor at all. And the sword thing? I would have found it more palatable IF it was literally the sword begging to be held and not possessed Catti-Brie. I think it was meant to be awkward, and uncomfortable, but it came off more like author trying to show that Drizzt was such a good guy for not doing her then and there and it was all kinds of unnecessary. (Don’t get me wrong—I enjoy smut, I enjoy a well written relationship…I will whine about this forever)

On the whole, I enjoyed the book. I think I would still place it before The Crystal Shard, but those are my two lowest rated books for the series rn. And I like them. So that’s good, right?

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hey hey Ducky! Congratulations on 1000 followers! Here’s to 1000 more to see your fabulous work!

The event is so freaking neat ahhh! 🥰 If it’s alright, I’d like to order a small hot chocolate, light ice, with brown sugar topping and marshmallows? :3 The names on the cup are Chifuyu and Baji 🥰

Thank you, and congratulations once more! 🥰🥰🥰

SQUIGGLY!! Thank you!

Thank you for giving me a prompt with oUR BOYS in it 😎 you’re so real for that.

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it, ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Chifuyu has had it up to here with Baji’s incessant teasing remarks. He could barely breathe without being ridiculed or embarrassed. He wasn’t mad, because he knew Baji was just making his day as long and difficult as he possibly could, and that the insults bore no truth to them. That’s just how his best friend was. This time, however, the long-haired male made a remark that definitely… stunned his blonde friend.

ToMan’s youngest member was on the edge of his seat, quite literally, as he explained all of the cool science facts that he had learned today. All of the gang sat in Takemichi’s tiny bedroom, mentioned member having a big bowl of popcorn that he refused to share.

Chifuyu’s passionate recounting of all of the Marine Biology facts he knew, the ones his class had learned just hours before, had poor Baji swooning. Maybe he did like his best friend just a little bit.

“Woooooow.” Mikey chirped in fake interest, “Those are some wild fish facts you got there, ‘fuyu.”

“Yeah it makes a world of difference when you actually care about your education, Mikey.” The young boy quipped.

“Your rambling is just adorable.” Baji’s voice suddenly interrupted Mikey’s ability to rip his subordinate a new one.

“I’m sorry?” Genuine confusion decorated the blonde’s face.

“Nothin’ to apologize over, it’s just really precious when you’re talking about something you’re so passionate about.” The black-haired boy replied with a genuine smile on his lips, albeit cocky.

Chifuyu’s face exploded into a lovely crimson, a blush dusted across his features, painting his freckles into a pleasant pink color. “Y-You!” His hand covered his mouth as the warmth continued its warpath of severity.

“Me!” Baji cooed in return.

“You drive me crazy!” The blonde whined.

“Aww shucks, Chi’. How precious of you!”

Mitsuya snorted from the other side of the room. Now, mind you, Takashi Mitsuya is someone who prides himself in his ability to stay calm and collected. However, sometimes he just can’t help himself.

The white-haired male glanced up from his book and chuckled before saying, “Try to hide your big, fat crush on Chifuyu, Baji. You’re doing great.”

The blonde moved to get up off of the bed and escape the awkward situation. He didn’t make it very far, however.

“Sit back down, you big baby.” The black-haired boy ordered loudly, “I’m sowwy that widdle Chifuyu doesn’t like being praised.”

The youngest grumbled, sitting with his arms crossed and pouting. “If you’re gonna be such a douche, why don’t we talk about what you looked like in elementary school?”

The long-haired male scoffed, what did he mean by-

Oh no.

“You wouldn’t dare.” If looks could kill, Chifuyu would be in the hospital with a stab wound from the daggers that Baji glared in his direction.

“Oh I totally would. Let’s talk about what you wore to class every single day~” the boy chimed.

“We wore uniforms!”

“None of us wore big, dorky glasses though!”

Chuckles were heard amidst the gang. Baji had to think. He was definitely going to be humbled by his best friend if he didn’t act now. So, he said the first words that crossed his subconscious.

“Shut up, or I’ll kiss you!”

The blonde stopped his words abruptly and blinked, did he hear that right? Surely it must’ve been a distraction… “I-Is that a threat?” The question was genuine, giving reason for Chifuyu tripping over his words.

“You heard me.” Baji’s face fell into a cocky smirk, he had definitely reached his goal. “Oh man… it seems that I’ve made my dear friend embarrassed! This proves it, folks, he is madly in love with me.” The long-haired boy mused to the rest of the gang.

“Baji!” Chifuyu whined, hiding his flushing face in his hands.

“Oh? What’s this? You aren’t denying it?” Baji teased.

“Ah! Y-Yes I am! I don’t love you! I-I-In fact I uh… I hate you! Yeah!” The shorter male sputtered before sticking his tongue out.

“Oh man, this is getting good.” Draken quipped in a whisper, stealing a handful of popcorn from Takemichi, resulting in a whine from the latter.

“I’m getting water.” He grumbled, “Want anything?” The blonde pulled himself off of the bed and stretched.

Baji smiled to himself. Even in his most pissed off and embarrassed states, Chifuyu still cared so deeply for others. “You aren’t going anywhere!” The taller boy roared. He grabbed Chifuyu by his sides and pulled him down into his lap.

“GAH! BAJI! What are you- nohohoho! Wahahait!”

The volume of Chifuyu’s panicked, bubbling giggles was increasing, but no one missed the sound of Mikey angrily handing Draken a 5¥ bill. Should the two captains have bet on whether or not Baji would tickle Chifuyu in front of everyone? Probably not. But it was oh so fun to see how it played out.

“Bahahahji!” The blonde whined through his giggles.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Chi’! This is what you get!” Baji mused.

Chifuyu threw his head back against the older boy’s shoulder, giggling helplessly as his sides were relentlessly pinched.

“If my memory serves me right, I don’t recall you being too ticklish here. However…” the black-haired male’s hands jumped up to the young boy’s ribs. “But here was pretty good!”

“NONONONO- BAHAHAHAJIHIHI!! DOHOHOHONT!”

“Why not? You wanna embarrass me? I think I’ll embarrass you instead.”

“IHIHIHIT WAHAHAS WOHOHOHORTH IHIHIT!”

“Oh this is rich! No remorse, aye? Looks like I have to make you sorry.”

In a flash, the hands massaging his ribs moved down to squeeze at Chifuyu’s stomach. The blonde’s eyes popped out of his head as he squealed helplessly. “BAJIBAJIBAJI NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Anywhere else? Hmmm.” Baji looked up to see the entire gang feigning their disinterest. “Whaddaya think, Mits’? Think he’s learned his lesson?”

“SAHAHAY YEHEHES! SAHAHAY YEHEHES!” The boy begged.

“That’s a good question… that I can’t answer. How do you feel about the situation, Draken?” Mitsuya asked, shooting the tattooed boy a wink, praying his plan will work.

“Y’know, Mitsuya, I think this is a question for Mikey.” the tallest ToMan member turned to his co-captain. “Dear leader, what be your wisdom?”

“GUHUHUHUYS! CMOHOHOHON!”

Mikey bit the inside of his cheek as his brows furrowed, “My wisdom be runneth dry; the one you seek is’t Takemitchy.”

“Give him a second to breathe, Baji.” Takemichi ordered.

Baji obeyed, rubbing gentle circles on Chifuyu’s torso as the boy panted out a strand of profanities toward his best friend.

“Now then, I just wanna say…” Takemichi took a handful of popcorn in his mouth, “Chifuyu called me short yesterday. Get ‘im.”

Before he had the chance to do so, Baji was stopped by Chifuyu scrambling out of his lap. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell, you menace!” It was the blonde’s turn to glare at his friend. “I’m going to get my water now.”

Baji chuckled, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Chifuyu looked around the room, scrambling for the answer. Eventually, his mind flashed to one solution. He closed his eyes and bent down to give Baji a peck on the lips.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a furiously blushing, and rather dumbfounded, Baji holding his water bottle.

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[kate-bishops-waifu]

haii.. i just remembered 101 dalmatians,,

ik kate isn’t blonde but she reminds me of one of the characters who looked just like their dogs in the one scene,, more so just a joyous look and dark eyes like the big fluffy dog she walks around with,

AND! A MEET-CUTE LIKE THE MOVIE! lucky smells cat on u and absolutely books it in your direction, kate runs into u and silliness ensues

Okay I recently rewatched that film too and you have no idea how happy this made me. I literally have not stopped thinking about how I want Perdita and Pongo or Lady and Tramp style au. I just want to be the Lady to her Tramp so bad, I'm so giddy you have no idea. The vibes, for lack of better term, are so on point and I want KittyHawk to be like that! Also I need to know which background character you're talking about! Anyways, I felt obliged, and I really wanted to do a quick little blurb about this; so like a raven handing you trash as a present I present (pun not intended) this thing:

Really it wasn’t so bad. New York's up and coming vigilante, being mentored by her childhood hero, she didn’t miss going to school or really her mother at all. Though, it occurred to Kate that something was missing. She didn’t know what, her schedule was filled, training saving people, on the odd occasion she was requested at Bishop Security. She felt as though she were in waiting. She was itching for something bigger, something more important than her every day vigilantism. She pushed herself harder, she hardly thought about anything but being Hawkeye. She just needed something more, something big like what she’d dealt with at christmas. Really she wondered if this was all too easy. She privately hoped there would be some crisis more worthy of her attention. Something big to throw herself into.

Kate sat on her couch, bouncing an arrow against her knee and staring pensive at the television. Lucky lay at her feet, tail swishing almost rhythmically in time with Kate’s tapping. He raised his head, jumping up suddenly impatient. Lucky began to make a fuss, whining and turning in circles then nudging Kate with his snout.

Kate scrunched her nose and looked at the dog, “What’s up?” then sighed, “you’re probably right.” and shut off the television, dropping the arrow on the couch. She tossed on her boots and a sweater, and very nearly tripped when Lucky pulled at his leash.

Central park was pleasantly cool, and Lucky was still impatient, he was practically dragging Kate along, sniffing at the ground. Whatever was up with him, she couldn’t tell, but he was excited so she elected to indulge him. Though she remained at a measured walking pace, really their morning run was never enough but it was unusual for Lucky to be so energetic by this time in the afternoon. There was a breeze as they approached the lake, making the water look choppy and particularly cold. Lucky’s head sprang up very suddenly, and he launched forward, practically running into the only other person on the bridge with them. A woman in an overlarge sweater who looked surprised and somewhat harassed as Lucky rounded her, sniffing excitedly.

“Lucky!” Kate tried to calm him, or pull him back.

The woman had hardly a moment to comprehend before Kate barrelled right into her. Unable to stop the dog’s tirade they had been quite literally tied up in his leash. Kate tried to keep them steady, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-” another tug at the leash and down they went, a hard crash on the cobblestone. Kate had very nearly toppled directly on top of the poor woman, doing her best to brace herself so as to not crush her.

“Oh my god, i’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened, he’s never like this I-” Kate went on, trying her best to detangle them. The girl looked surprised and a little harassed, dark curls sticking up as if in surprise, several books tossed from her bag, a deep blush on her cheeks as she tried to collect herself, gathering her skirts.

“I’m so sorry, here let me,” Kate offered a hand to help the woman up, which to her relief she did take, though hesitantly.

“I can't believe it, normally he’s a really good listener, Lucky down!” Lucky was still sniffing excitedly at the poor girl, though she didn’t look at all frightened of him.

“It’s alright, really,” Ophelia said in a rather small voice.

“Here, let me help with your things-” Kate reached for one of the books that had escaped her bag.

“No!” Ophelia chirped. “No, it’s alright you’ve done enough-” She was blushing, unused to sticking up for herself.

Kate hesitated, and for the first time they made eye contact. Ophelia was instantly struck, the woman who had run into her was beautiful, tall, long hair, boyish in her way. For a moment it was as if her mind had skipped, but as she came back to herself she averted her gaze, her flush deepening. When she looked up again, she noticed Kate was still looking at her, and as if they both realized what a ridiculous situation this had become they started to laugh.

[ceratatata]

Of Snooping and Work Breaks

Words: 1301

Characters: Nova & Codex, Tangent-7 & Nephael, Commander Zavala, Unnamed Guardians,

Summary: Nova gets bored, Codex thinks this is a Terrible Idea™️ and Zavala is an absolute Boss

“Guardian, I really don’t think we should be in here–”

“Oh calm down Codexie, it’s fine. The commander is never here, anyway.”

“We're gonna get caught!” Codex cries. A whirring noise escapes the little machine as he zooms from one shoulder to the other.

Nova huffs, waving the book in her hand in the air. It's an old tome, fitting it back between its brothers back in the bookshelf. There’s dozens of the same, all filled with varying topics and discussions, yet all bound the same way; worn leather, and hand-printed gold-trims. Just like the other trinkets in the room, they're useless items to your average person, other than Commander Zavala; it's common knowledge that he often collects wayward and varied things just to display.

To her side, Tangent-7 sits idly in a chair beside the Commander’s desk, a gloved hand tapping a small ball hanging from a chain, watching as it ticks back and forth. Her Ghost, Nephael, is floating above said ball, scanning the contraption over and over again trying to understand how exactly it works.

“Nova.” Codex hisses, “This is snooping! What if we get caught?”

“We won’t,” Nova huffs, rolling her eyes. Everything on the shelves is the same; mundane and not at all interesting. The solid metal pyramids are cool, kind of, but they're just heavy. There’s no designs or carvings on their surface to look at, so they're carelessly dropped back in place.

“He’s never down here anymore, always up too chatting with anyone who’s bored enough to visit the tower!” Nova gets the equivalent of a frown, Codex’s rounded shell slinking downwards.

“But what if he comes back, huh?” Codex demands, “If he catches us here, looking through his probably classified stuff we're gonna’ get court-martialed!”

Nova shakes her head. She runs her eyes over the shelf again. She doesn’t know what she was looking for, but—

Her eyes land on a nondescript, white, rectangular box; it's small, with a bunch of buttons to press, and a thin slot where a typical 500 terabyte disc could be inserted and read.

It's a radio.

“Uh. Guardian?”

It's a radio with a disc still inside.

Nova’s grin widens.

“Guardian. No.” Codex says, the bends of his shell parting and spinning. His eye is trained on the box, trying his hardest (and failing) to stifle a horrified spark of electricity.

“Are you two okay?” Nephael calls from the opposite end of the room. Tangent raises her head. Codex just beeps frantically, leaving his Guardian’s side and zooming over to presumably plead with Nepahel and his own Guardian to help;

“Nephael!” Codex cries, casing spinning as he keeps his eye trained on the door. His scanner is open, like it has been the entire time, watching for anyone who could possibly come by and catch them. “Help me here! This is a horrible idea- tell them! We should leave!”

Nephael rolls his eyes, pausing for a moment to scan the area; there’s people on the tower’s top, walking around and musing amongst the vendors. Old fireteam members are up there as well, chatting with the Commander himself who hasn’t moved an inch from where he was five minutes ago. Nephael transmits the data to Codex, who groans aloud.

“We shouldn’t be here!” Codex cries, beeping incessantly, hovering back and forth, pacing—

Nova’s grabbing at him, cupping him between her hands as she nuzzles her Ghost to silence; the radio sits, turned on but no music playing yet. Codex lets out a whirring that sounds almost like a whine, and Tangent watches them in amused silence as Cody does his best to try and wiggle away out of his (affectionate) Guardian’s grasp.

“It’ll be alright buddy!” Nova says, pressing her cheek to him one last time before she lets him go, and Codex rockets away from her; he swerves around Tangent and hides behind the Exo, more wary of Nova than the Commander, now.

Nova just smiles knowingly, “He’s still upstairs, dealing with other Guardians as usual, we’re gonna be fine, little light.”

Nova turns back around, a white hand on her hip as she grins. She hits a button, and energetic music crackles through the old speakers. Codex jumps, well as much as a Ghost can jump, and he’s clearly startled as Nova laughs.

“Nova! We really shouldn't be messing with his stuff!”

“You worry too much,” Nephael says, bumping his shell against Codex's. Codex glares his displeasure at the other Ghost, scooting away a few centimetres. Nephael follows him, beeping. Codex moves again, and soon enough, Nephael is chasing Codex around the room for the millionth time since they’ve met.

Nova saunters over to Tangent, who gives the Guardian her own mechanical glare.

“No.”

“Yes.” Nova says cheekily, holding out her hands. Tangent decidedly ignores them, planting her feet on the ground and her ass more solidly in her cushioned chair. Nova isn’t so easily dismissed, and with impressive strength the Awoken grabs Tangent’s arm and yanks her standing. They duck to avoid the two squabbling Ghosts just in time for them to pass right where their noses were, and Nova laughs.

There’s a frantic, fleeting apology from Codex as they clear the Guardians, and a cackle as Nephael follows soon after.

Tangent grumbles as Nova makes her follow along to her dancing, a few seconds entirely ignoring the other Guardian and begins dancing in an entirely different way; her dancing doesn’t match the beat at all but they’re still part of a dance, so Nova just grins. They jam out, watching the Ghosts play, and when Nova goes to playfully jab at Tangent does she freeze.

“Think of it as training, Guardian. You can only get stronger from this!”

Nephael smacks into Codex when the smaller ghost stops in place.

“Wha—was that.. Shaxx?!”

“I think that was the mixtape…” Codex says, baffled.

Nova dies.

She laughs, bending over and holding her stomach,

“He has a mixtape of Shaxx?! Oh my light, I can’t—bahahaha!”

Nova dissolves into giggling as the mixtape keeps going, old-earth disco music enveloping the room again. Tangent can’t help it, she snickers and Nova beams. The Awoken doesn’t hesitate to grab the Exo and dance, moving one hand up and the other down, and up again, laughing as the Exo stumbles.

Nephael stops chasing Codex around, and together they just make fun of their Guardians and their bad dance moves—Codex does little hops and fireworks with projections of light whenever Nova manages not to trip for five minutes, and Nephael gives running commentary of just how bad the mixtape is.

It's only when Codex's fireworks stop does Nova notice there’s another person in the room.

Her wide eyes lock with Commander Zavala’s amused ones, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he observes her slowing movements. The man seems to stifle a snicker, and Nova watches in disbelief, and growing hilarity, as the man begins to moon dance over to his desk.

The papers in his hand are paid actors as they spin where he drops them on a stack of more of a similar look, and he deftly grabs a different handful, tapping them against the metal of a free space, and sits down.

Tangent looks like a deer in headlights, Nephael runs into the side of the Exo's helmet, and Codex just—falls to the floor.

He fainted.

Zavala gives a hearty chuckle, and Nova laughs.

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(Can you tell I've discovered the mixtape on Zavala's office xD)

[peakyblindersxx]

come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

my masterlist

prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

[chanfictions]

Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

2.4k

It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Shouto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou and Hitoshi Shinsou

Contains: ikea furniture and the semi-complicated instructions, swearing, frustration, domestic fluff, violence towards furniture, Shinsou's is a bit short, not proof read

Summary: Just some headcanons about shopping and building Ikea furniture.

A\N: I redecorating my room at the moment and these furniture instructions are the living hell. So I am sitting here and write some headcanons 😭😁

The two of you needed a new bookshelf

Since you bought a crazy amount of books in the last few years, your bookshelf was too full for any new books

It was Ikea so you didn't get away with just one bookshelf

"This candle smells like heaven, can we buy it?" You said with gleaming eyes.

Shouto couldn't deny your question, you were just too happy that he didn't want to let it vanish

This scenario repeated itself a lot

"Look this plant is nice" or "This little baking tin looks cute."

At the end of the shopping trip, you came home with more than just a bookshelf, but the two didn't care

At home, you clean out your newly bought stuff and started to build the bookshelf

At first everything was relaxed and fun

A bit of music played in the background and you both counted the supplied utensils

Then you started to build the thing

Everything was fine until you noticed the back wall was missing

"Shouto we forgot the back wall." You said frustrated

"How could we have forgotten this, we followed the instructions?"

You took the instructions and scrolled through the papers

There you found the missing page

"We forgot one page." You were at the edge of throwing the shelf out of your window

You build hours and now you had to rebuild it

Shouto only stared confused at the page

"Alright then we will start again."

You asked yourself how he could be so calm and collected at the moment

It was devastating and he took it like it was nothing

In the evening you both crashed down on the sofa a looked up to your new, slightly slate bookshelf

The shelf was already filled with the books that once laid on the ground

"We should treat ourselves after that horrible building experience" you said and dialed the number of your favorite delivery service

You just had moved into your new house and needed some new furniture

Ikea was now the place to go (This sounded kind of an advertisement. It's not. 😅)

You even wrote a list with things that you needed and to your surprise you only bought this

Maybe it was also because of the squeaking girls that noticed the green hair under Izuku's hat. After that, you needed to flee. Sometimes it was quiet a hassle him being the No.1.

You drove home faster than you should, still in the mode of fleeing from the fangirls. Luckily, no one noticed your risky driving style.

At home, you carefully cleared out the furniture of your car.

After a refreshing drink, you started to build up the furniture

Just to clear things up neither of you had experience in crafting

"Izu, do you somehow know what this is?"

"I have no clue, honey."

He counted the pieces of the screwers, and the other stuff that got send with the furniture

In the meantime you called someone to help you with the crafting tools

You went into the basement and tried to get all the tools your person told you on the phone, but then you noticed that you didn't had all the tools

You had to drive to the supermarket to get your stuff

When you came home you got greeted by a mess and a distressed Midoriya

"What happened?"

"I somehow broke the new closet"

He wanted to surprise you, so he tried to build up the closet on his own using his quirk, but he ended up breaking the closet, now you had to buy a new one

It took you weeks to finish your "little" project

And in the end, you didn't break more furniture

He didn't let you buy unnecessary things

"But this candle smells so gooooood! Please, Katsuki." You whined.

He actually gave in and let you choose three more things that you didn't need.

You were here for a new bed and not an excessive amount of useless things

He refused to go to buy a bed with you at first

It just had to be functional and not fancy

But you could convince him

"Do you want me to choose a pink princess bed?"

"Hell no, dumbass"

With that said you drove to Ikea

After you got the perfect bed (after 1 hour of choosing) you went home

You unpacket the individual parts and went onto building the thing

Bukugou didn't even wanted to read the instructions

"It's easy. I don't need them."

With that, the instruction landed in the trash

"I don't think this fits, Katsuki?"

"It will."

With determination he went on

At the end you had a perfectly fine bed in your bed room

"See I told you it was easy" he said and crashed onto the bed

Only to lay on the floor afterward

"I told you, you missed something," you told him, laughing

He grumbled and picked you up

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"We will build the bed with your stupid instructions and then we will use it."

I think he will be the one that spends hours there and choosing between different mugs

You only went there for a small stool and a cute cat bed

You got your things and a lot of mugs because someone couldn't choose one

He is the one that really gets the instructions and manages to build it up

You once build up this complicated closet and everyone told you not to buy it because your relationship will suffer, they were so wrong. Shinsou built the whole thing himself and didn't even need you

You were there to hand him the tools

"Thanks, love."

The stool was build in no time

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the day

You drank cool lemonade and you rested your feed on the small stool

[harryspet]

off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing 

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!” 

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed. 

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously. 

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold. 

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew. 

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!” 

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?” 

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much. 

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

+

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark. 

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket. 

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.” 

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder. 

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen. 

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” 

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!” 

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye. 

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans. 

That feeling didn’t last long. 

+

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place. 

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!” 

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you. 

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling,  “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness. 

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness. 

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. 

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice. 

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road. 

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress. 

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them. 

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did. 

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored. 

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled. 

+

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.  

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come. 

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag. 

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside. 

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy. 

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside. 

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday. 

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly. 

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper. 

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …” 

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking. 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded. 

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips. 

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

+

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch. 

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in. 

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie. 

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote. 

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

+

i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

[snickerdoodlles]

impossible things

the patpran elementary (the sherlock holmes TV adaptation) AU i meant to post the other day. edited most of this in the hospital so i apologize for any mistakes that slipped thru, but hope u enjoy this lil bit from a WIP i’ll probably never finish lol

impossible things (working title) (2201 words)

They’re ten and hiding together in the meadow by the river. There, there is a tree right along the bank with a trunk big enough to hide their covert meetings from spying eyes and knotted root networks perfect for hiding their treasures. Today, Pat’s brought a new item to add to their collection—an old, worn book gifted to him by his father, a collection of English stories titled The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

Currently, they’re in the midst of a fierce debate on whether it’s treasure or not.

Pat’s rather irritated by the whole thing. Pran had seemed equally engrossed in the stories earlier, pressed tight up against Pat’s side as he flipped through the pages slowly, right up until Pat had said he could be Sherlock and Pran could be Watson.

Pran’s stubborn dimple is showing as he sits obstinately on their treasure haul—a funny collection of odds and ends, from their old pair of can phones so they can still talk when the climb up the branches of the large tree, to a little box filled with Pran’s origami gifts to Pat, all tucked carefully away in a protective plastic shipping bag Pat had secreted away from Papa’s shop—and kicks Pat away from adding the book in with the rest.

“I don’t like it.”

Pat groans. They’d been having so much fun until Pran decided to be difficult. “Why not?! Watson’s the narrator!”

“I’m more clever than you.”

Pat snorts. “I’m more observant.”

“Are not.”

The two of them pout at each other. Pran juts his chin out stubbornly, and Pat yields with a mullish sigh. “Fine, then you can be my rival detective.”

Pran rolls his eyes. “That’s stupid,” he says matter-of-factly, “Sherlock doesn’t have a rival detective.”

“Pran,” Pat whines with a huff. He tosses the book away and pushes into Pran’s space. The other boy’s dark eyes go wide and his cheeks go dark as he backs away with a squeak, but Pat crawls after him until Pran’s pressed up against the trunk of the vast tree with nowhere to go. Pat smirks at the victory, Pran’s scowl a sweet prize.

“Then forget Sherlock and Watson. We’ll just be us.”

):)

“I can’t believe he did it,” Korn mutters beside him, voice low and thick with disbelief, “That crazy sonofabitch actually did it.”

Pat just hums as he examines Thada with detached, professional curiosity. The man had really given his all to his ‘Professor Moriarty’ charade, dressed like a proper professor, clothing and jewellery riddled with subtle spider motifs. Pity for him that Pat refuses to address anyone as something so dramatic as his nemesis, much less one named after a fictional character, of all things. Not that the man’s weakness for theatre or preferences for address matter much, not now when he’s dead.

Korn stands beside him and stares at the cooling body with an odd mix of disgust and horrified awe. Pat struggles to find similar interest in the man. A bullet to his head, delivered by his own hand just as promised, a thousand and one more little details Pat can observe and pick apart so he can slot them into the shape of the man’s life had he cared enough to do so.

“Why are you so calm?!” Korn demands. “This asshole’s been harassing us for months and now he’s dead—”

Pat hums and crouches down to get a closer look at the man’s hardwood floors. He feels Korn’s stare turn on him, but ignores it too.

“Dude—”

“He’s a dead sociopath Korn,” Pat cuts him off. He doesn’t turn away from his examination of the floor laminate, a far more interesting puzzle than the dead body of a suspiciously wealthy man who was by all accounts, a prick. “Who are we to say what his normal is or isn’t?” Pat’s eyes dart towards the body briefly. “Was.”

Korn stammers and fidgets for a minute, shuffling nervously between Pat and the body, before he pulls himself together. “Al-Alright.” Korn shifts uncomfortably. “When do you think Watson will be in?”

“Don’t call him that,” Pat says automatically.

Korn lets out a little huff. It probably would’ve been a snicker in any other circumstance—of everyone, Korn’s the one that’s gotten the most entertainment out of the stupid nicknames, even more than Pat’s supposed nemesis. “Fine, when will Pran be here?”

“Shortly. I didn’t text him.”

“Mhm—wait, what?”

Pat frowns and squats closer to examine a crack in the floor laminate. “We’re in a competition right now,” he explains.

He feels Korn’s stare on the back of his head, but Pat’s too busy to fill in the blanks for him. “O…kay?” Korn drawls uncertainly. He clears his throat and takes a step back. “I’ll go call this in, we’re supposed to let the police handle bodies.”

Pat snorts, mostly from habit, and Korn steps out onto the balcony so that Pat doesn’t have to listen to him try to pacify law enforcement. Pat waits by Thada’s body, fingers steepled together against his lips, and waits for another presence to join him in the room.

“Moriarty,” Pat says, and the presence stills behind him, “Are you here as yourself, or are you hiding behind another strawman? Actually, don’t answer that, I refuse to keep calling you by that stupid nickname, Pran.”

Pat turns and glares at Pran. He’s leaning casually against the doorway, hip cocked and hands in his pockets. “What’s so bad about it? You were the one that insisted on calling yourself Sherlock.”

“We were ten.”

Pran grins unrepentantly. “And you wanted me to be your rival, detective. I figured you’d like having a nemesis. You’ve certainly earned it.”

Pat pouts at him, but his heart’s not in it. He can’t keep this up, acting like they’re ten again and playing rivals on the playground so their parents won’t interrupt their time together, acting like seeing Pran confirm his worst suspicions with a grin on his face doesn’t drive needles into his heart. His breath hitches in his throat and Pat breathes out slowly, eyes itching with things he won’t allow to become tears.

“Aren’t you being a little smug right now?” Pat asks lightly. “Don’t you want to know how I figured you out?”

Pran’s smile fades into something stonier, something angry. “You already knew,” he accuses. “You’ve known for weeks, ever since the slip-up in the Rio case.”

Something in Pat eases, knowing the paint was indeed a mistake and not a cruel taunt. Still, his smile is brittle and full of glass shards. “Didn’t your mother teach you to count your blessings Pran? You know I trusted you. We solved that case completely, you weren’t tied to any of it.” Pat swallows harshly, throat tight. “You could’ve gotten away with it completely, all you had to do was stop.”

“Don’t do that,” Pran says, harsh like the crack of a whip. “Stop? And then what? Lie to you for the rest of our lives?” He snorts. “Don’t lie to yourself Pat. I don’t like it when you deny what you know.”

Pat takes a step towards Pran and a gun snaps out between them. Pat looks between the gun and Pran flatly, and takes another step towards him. The cock of the gun rings out between them, but another step and then Pat’s on him. The barrel digs into his sternum, hard and cold, but Pat just raises his eyebrow to match Pran’s cocky expression. “Either shoot me or admit the gun’s unloaded, but make it quick.”

Pran stares at him defiantly, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a harsh flat line, before a dimple flashes and cracks his facade down the middle. He pulls the trigger, and the gun lets out a dry click between them.

Pat snorts. Moriarty doesn’t like gun violence, and neither do you.”

Pran wiggles the gun with a grin. “No, but it does make a dramatic prop. I thought you’d appreciate the touch.”

“You seem to think I love drama,” Pat says drily, only whining a little bit. “What did I ever do to bring you to that conclusion?”

Pran presses the tip of the gun to his lips, as though in thought. “Would you like the list alphabetically, or chronologically?”

The harsh shtlick of handcuffs cuts Pran off. His smile falls away as his eyes sweep down to watch Pat cuff the other half of the handcuffs to his own wrist. Pran stares at them for a minute before his eyes slowly move back up to meet Pat’s.

Pat smiles sadly. “You know I can’t just let you go.”

Pran’s lips twist into a shadow of a smile. “I’d be insulted if you did.” Pran stares at him, eyes dark and shining beneath the thick sweep of his lashes, almost enough to distract from the hairline cracks in his poker face. “Pat—”

Pat kisses him.

It’s a terrible idea. He knows it’s a terrible idea, even before age old nerves and surging adrenaline mix together to make the world’s headiest cocktail. It’s not a deep kiss, just the firm press of their lips together, but Pran is finally, finally not running away from the growing elephant of their feelings for each other.

Pat pulls away first, heart in his throat. When he manages to open his eyes, he finds Pran already staring at him, something dark and yearning burning in the depths of his gaze.

Pat smiles faintly. “Couldn’t let you go to prison without doing that at least once.”

Pran’s lips twist into a stubborn moue, but Pat twines his fingers through both of Pran’s hands before he can do anything.

“Sorry, Mr. Pran,” he tuts, “but you can’t seduce me into letting you go.”

Pran snorts. “I wouldn’t, that’d be cheap,” he retorts before he presses to his toes and catches Pat’s lips in a kiss. A wild, ravenous, dangerous kiss, something sweet and passionate and heartbreaking.

Pat sinks into the kiss with a gasp and Pran swallows that down too, and it’s criminal Pat can’t cradle him close during this. Pran’s been holding back parts of himself for so long—now they only have moments left, and Pat’s determined to savour every one of them, even as his eyes sting with tears and the handcuffs dig into his wrist.

“Okay, they’re sending— FINALLY!”

Pat and Pran spring apart at Korn’s arrival, lips damningly slick and red. Pran pouts and too much of Pat’s brainpower is suddenly devoted to branding that image into every layer of his mind. Pat forces that into a box deep, deep within the recesses of his mind, and forces himself to focus back on his best friend, who’s looking excited and judgemental as his eyes dart between Pat, Pran, and the dead body still chilling in the room.

“We’ve been wondering for ages when the two of you would get your shit together,” Korn says gleefully, “I thought for sure I’d lose the bet with everything that’s been going on, but clearly I underestimated you horny dogs—”

“Nope, shut up,” Pat says, cheerful and brittle, because another two seconds of that will send him spiralling into what ifs and imaginations and other impossible things. Pat points his finger at Korn threateningly. “Not one word from you.”

Korn raises his hands in surrender, even as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Pat snorts as he lowers his hand— wait.

Shit.

The handcuffs click open and Pran spins him as he darts out like a snake to snap his cuff around Korn’s wrist.

“Eh?!” Korn gasps right before Pran knees him in the gut and he goes down with a grunt. Korn’s deadweight and a calculated kick from Pran takes Pat down as well and in the space of the next few blinks, Pran has Korn’s other wrist handcuffed to the air conditioning unit and Pat to the furniture.

Pat rattles the handcuff uselessly. Pran had managed to trap Pat with his arms stretched out and his hand in an angle too awkward for him to easily pick the lock. “Pran—”

Pran drops into his lap and kisses him. Pat groans, unable to help himself. Not even the twinge at the base of his shoulder blade or Korn stuttering beside them can peel Pat’s focus away from the way Pran’s tongue licks across his teeth or his hands combing through his hair or Pran sucking on his lower lip until he whines. Pran backs off with a smug grin, stare hot and glittering as he takes in Pat’s dazed expression.

Pran taps his cheek, playfully scolding. “That won’t trick me into staying long enough to be caught.”

Pat’s kissed-dumb expression drops into a smug smile before he steals another kiss from Pran. “I’ll bring you in one day,” he promises. He’d chase Pran to the ends of the earth.

Pran grins fiercely at the challenge. Pat hears sirens wailing in the distance.

Pran leans closer—oh, how Pat aches—and Pat goes cross-eyed trying to hold his smug smile. “Sherlock and Moriarty, huh?” he murmurs against Pran’s lips.

“No.” Pran kisses him, too brief, too much like a goodbye. “Forget them. We’ll just be us.”

And then he’s gone, more elusive than smoke.

):)  (:(

[garoujo]

ugh emmie i LOVE YOU i wanna live on your shelves you’re so cool😭 im tryna have a collection like yours 🥺 you’re also elitist bc you like bleach??????? BIG PURRRR

anyway that’s not even what i came here for, i came here to expand on that one thirst you received about garou & him loving the smell of you😩😩😩😩it automatically gave me ‘scent kink’ and i cannot stop thinking about it (i also have a separate hc that garou is a chubby chaser, but more on that later). just imagine though:

when you come out of the shower, your skin humid and body dripping wet, and your boyfriend lay comfortably in your bed (with nothing but grey sweats might i add) reading through a book he picked up on the way to your place. you bit your lip to contain your already budding arousal, eager to hurry up in the bathroom so you can hop in bed to cuddle with your monster of a man, but before you could even reach for your favorite brand of lotion , garou is already behind you, his taut, ripped abdomen pressing against the rolls of your back. your towel slipped and soon forgotten at your ankles. you let out a yelp, arching your spine when you feel his rough, cold hands on your figure, eventually making their way down to your hips. giving them a light squeeze, he puts his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. once, twice , thrice, he was addicted to the smell of you. although he’d grown to prefer your more…natural aromas, like when you got back from the gym for example, this was great too.

he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever .

you sighed and relaxed in his hold, letting his hands roam once more across the fields that were your flesh, their second destination landed each palm on either one of your breasts, large, soft and round. your nipples were at his mercy in an instant, they perked at attention as soon as he was only a centimeters away from them. “fucking missed these beauties,” he mumbled more to himself against your collarbone. he alternated between leaving wet kisses and taking a large whiffs of your scent; it calmed him.

you whined, “mm, garou at least let me put a shirt on. o-or some panties.”

he replied to you with a grunted no, reluctantly removing one hand and let it trail down your cute tummy, before he went to cup your naked cunt your sex having a mind of its own and already wet for him as soon as he made contact. “how am i supposed to feel this cute little pussy with all that other stuff in the way?”

that was the convincing you need.

the two of you didn’t have sex, both of you admittedly too lazy for it, so you instead settled to cockwarm him. with his body heat radiating into your own, and the soft blanket draped over you, you were out like a light in an instant. with a kiss on your cheek, garou fell asleep with his face in its rightful position: in the crease of your neck and shoulder, when he can breath in your essence all night long <3

nonono ily moar!!!! (>< ) pls come live on my shelves u will make them look so pretty <3 afgajaka i have a spending problem ‘n it accumulated severely over the past year sob — help omg yes bleach is like my fave anime of all time,, i adore it sm i wish the fandom was more alive but ‘m so excited for it to return!!!

naurrrrr i’ve been so severely obsessed w garou since i finished the opm anime like a few months ago (duh garoujo, garou + gojo) but i literally read the manga ‘n everything just so i could see more of him obsessed!!! he’s so big ‘n strong it makes my knees quiver + my thighs spread sob (ᵔ.ᵔ) <3

omg stop cause that was so much softer than expected but i am still ahfhakaka obsessed!!! he’s literally everything, i’ve literally had a google doc that only has the words ‘scent kink — garou’ in it for months ToT big lover man with all those muscles,, bet he’s so warm and his cock is so fat and feels so good when he bullies it in your pussy — he’s a lil mean but doesn’t mean to be,, always tries his best not to hurt you but he’s just so strong <3

[bruhstories]

Sticky, Saccharine & Sinful

Summary: Professor Jaeger asks his assistant to come over and grade some papers. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), spanking, daddy kink, bossy Zeke, bratty Reader, tying up, bit of an age gap but no underage shit (we don’t do that here) Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: Huehuehue guess who finally wrote a daddy kink smut? Also I have looped Cherry Cola by Kuwada the entire time i wrote, proofread and formatted this bitch, I think it works with the atmosphere

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to help me grade some papers later today." Professor Jaeger pushed his glasses with his index finger as he looked up from his book.

"You got it, boss!" You nodded as you entered the staff lounge room at Stohess Uni, two cups in your hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Zeke?" The man sighed. “Or at least call me professor.”

"But I'm your assistant, you're my superior, that makes you my boss, boss." Sarcasm dripping down your tongue as you placed his coffee down the table. "All black, two cubes of sugar."

"Thank you. And yes, technically I am your boss, but you're, what, six years younger than me?"

"Seven and a half." You pouted.

You've been working at Stohess University for a little over a year now as Zeke Jaeger's assistant. He was the best philosophy teacher, as well as head of the department, and you nailed your internship interview, aspiring to be like him one day. He even taught you Ethics during your masters, and currently you were doing your PhD research under his coordination. The man was a genius in his field, and you didn't dare disappoint him, but your personalities always clashed. He was calm and collected, you were bubbly and all over the place. He was nice and polite, you were sarcastic and rude. Zeke knew you'd make a horrible teacher for children, but undergraduate students would adore you.

"How can you drink hot coffee in this heat wave?" You asked him as you fanned someone's epistemology essay to cool yourself off.

"It's actually been proven that warm drinks hydrate better than cold ones during summertime." He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee before taking the essay out of your hand.

"Whatever you say, boss." You shrugged and gulped on your iced tea, a few glistening amber drops dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and your neck. "Ah, shit." You wiped the tea with the back of your hand, not catching Zeke watching you curiously. "Why did the AC have to break down today of all days?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and immersed himself back into his book. "Oh, I hope you don't mind coming to my place to grade the papers? I don't think you'll be able to focus in this heat. Besides, I want to take a look at your latest PhD chapter." Jaeger told you absentmindedly, eyes glued to the pages in front of him.

"Sure thing–"

"Don't say it."

"Boss."

"Jesus Christ..."

You adored pissing your ex-professor off, but deep down, Zeke couldn't deny the fact that he loved the authority he had over you. You were a very alluring woman, after all, and any sane man would kill to be as close to you as he was, let alone boss you around like he did. And he had the strong feeling you acted like a brat around him on purpose. You took your leave after downing the rest of your beverage, going to the library to borrow some books for your own research.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You rang the intercom and waited for Zeke to let you inside the building, dragging your feet down the hallway, tired from carrying so much shit with you – laptop, books, essays, papers, pens and highlighters – you were a walking, talking stationery shop and one could only wonder how someone with such a petite frame was so strong. Zeke waited in the doorway and took some of your things, relieving the weight as you sighed.

"Coffee?" He guided you to his kitchen.

"Water, please." You plopped on a chair and unbuttoned the first three heart-shaped buttons of your lilac shirt, tiny beads of sweat bundled up at your collarbone.

"You sure? I'll be keeping you up all night." Jaeger laughed. He was obviously talking about the papers, but to you, the sentence had a different innuendo — not that you minded, you had your fair share of sinful fantasies with the older man. Come to think of it, you were wondering why he was single. Zeke was undoubtedly an attractive man, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet you’ve never seen him on a date, never seen a picture of a woman when you accidentally glanced at his phone, never heard him talk about a significant other.

"Hey, mind if I smoke?" You asked, noticing the ashtray on his table.

"Not at all, I'll join you." He sat opposite you, mug of coffee in his hand. You pulled out a pack of pink cigarettes from your backpack and placed one between your lips, pocketing your jeans for a lighter. His hand extended over the table, lighter in his hand, and you slightly bent your head forward, eyes glued to his. You inhaled the smoke, not breaking eye contact, and exhaled with a sigh. Something about Zeke lighting up your cigarette made your little cunt tingle.

"Thanks, boss." The corners of your lips turned into a barely visible smirk. You really, really liked to tick him off.

"Don't mention it." He told you before lighting his own cigarette. What, no comeback? No objection? "How's your paper going?"

"It's... going." You shrugged.

"You haven't written anything in your last chapter, have you?"

"No, I have," you half-whined, "it's just that I can't find my words. I think I encountered writer's block."

"'S alright, we'll figure something out." Zeke pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped it on the table.

"Wow, no shit you need help, that's a lot of papers." You twirled the cigarette between your fingers before taking one final puff and crushing it in the glass ashtray.

"Told you." He picked his resting cigarette back from the ashtray. "You can do the first years."

"I'd rather do something else." You whispered to yourself, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, boss. First years, got it." Your manicured fingers pulled the stack of papers closer to you. The exams were already annotated according to subject and year and you took everything you needed before shoving them back to Zeke.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You were bored out of your mind, fiddling with the red pen in your hand and tapping your fingers on the table with no particular rhythm. It was already dark outside and you barely finished a quarter of your stack while Zeke was halfway through his.

"Could you please stop that?" He asked you without even bothering to look at you.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

With a groan you rolled your eyes and stopped tapping your fingers, instead opting to fidget your leg, bouncing it up and down under the table. The wooden furniture shook at the movement and Zeke sighed, putting the pen down.

"I understand you're bored, but if you want to be a professor, this is part of the job description."

"I know, I know, but, like, can we take a break? Please? We've been at it for two and a half hours now and I'm just so bored." You looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout on your plump lips.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Got any board games?"

"Only a pack of playing cards." Zeke shrugged.

"Perfect! Literally anything is better than this. I mean look at what this kid wrote: the ship of Theseus ARE a thought experiment. Can you believe it? How can a nineteen-year-old not know proper grammar?"

"Careful, Y/N," he chuckled, "you made a pretty embarrassing error during your masters, too."

"Nooo, don't bring that up!" You got up and walked to the freezer, scanning the contents.

"Why not? It's funny."

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes. "But I still proved my worth." You triumphantly told him, tongue playfully poking out of your mouth from behind the freezer door. Ugh, you were so cute, made to be ravaged. Your eyes settled on the single raspberry popsicle and you picked it up, closing back the door. "Can I have this?" Oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Of course."

With Zeke's approval, you unwrapped the plastic, revealing the rose-tinted dessert, swirling your tongue around its tip. You were a sight for sore eyes, (not so) innocently licking at the popsicle, your gaze on him and his growing bulge. He didn't even bother hiding it, instead relaxing in the chair and drinking you in. It was no mistake that Zeke invited you over, and you weren't stupid enough to believe it was a mistake.

"Do you... want some?" You trailed off as the once cold dessert began melting from your hot lips.

"If you'd be so kind." He patted his lap and you accepted the invitation. His bulge was comfortably uncomfortable against your ass, and you put the popsicle onto his lips, one arm draped around his shoulder. Zeke's tongue moved languidly around the sweet snack and you leaned in, your own tongue licking both the dessert and his lips. It was sticky and saccharine and sinful, and your poor pussy couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?" You naively asked him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the name, already suspecting you had daddy issues, in fact counting on it.

"I very much do." His hands were already roaming your body. The popsicle was almost gone, and you deepthroated the last bit, taking the little stick out of your mouth with a pop. Finally, he crushed his lips onto yours and you could tell he had experience. You dropped the stick on the tiled floor, twisting your body to better straddle him. Zeke unbuttoned your shirt as you slowly began grinding your hips against his bulge, earning a groan from him. "Ugh, you bad girl." He threw his head back as you loosened the tie around his neck.

"Are you going to punish me?" You slowly, too slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What’s the point of a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it?" He mused, unclasping your bra. You had goosebumps all over your skin and Zeke took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, a hand pinching your other one. You whimpered at the slight stinging sensation

"Does it m-matter if I enjoy it?" His touch became rougher, almost animalistic.

"Of course," he stopped sucking your swollen, oversensitive nipple, "otherwise you won't learn your lesson." You got up and turned around, your back against him, taking your jeans and underwear off, bending down and exposing your cunt to him. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N." Zeke shook his head, removing his own trousers.

"Allow me." You tucked your fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as you kneeled in front of him. His throbbing cock tapped your face after finally being unleashed from its textile cage.

"I suspected you were big, but this? This is too good." You sneered at his member, mesmerised by its size.

"Just shut up and suck it." Zeke pretty much commanded you and you wet your lips, pressing your tongue against the velvety tip. You worked your way around his shaft, enjoying this more than you should've. You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum attached to your lips as you looked up at him.

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"So good." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head back. You eagerly sucked and slurped until he got bored of your mouth around his cock. Zeke pulled you up, spun you around and bent you over the table. He brought your wrists together and tied them up behind your back with his tie before taking a step back and admiring the view. Ass up, face down, just like he loved it. His foot pushed yours to the side, spreading your legs for him before he gave you a good slap over your ass cheeks. You shot up with a moan but his hand forced you back down against the table.

"I think I know exactly how to punish you." Zeke announced, two fingers spreading your folds as his tongue dove inside of you, lapping at your wet cunt.

"Oh, God!" You groaned in pleasure. No man has ever eaten you out like he did. Most guys did it as a chore. Zeke? He was enjoying every single bit of it, passionately fingering you, his tongue moving in ways you didn't think were possible. "Ah, fuck– so good! Daddy, please! I'm coming!"

The way he venomously laughed told you that no, you were not going to come any time soon. Just as you were about to let loose, Zeke stopped, removing his fingers, another slap on your ass. Tears pooled at your Y/E/C eyes, frustration written all over your face. "No, no, no!"

"I told you, Y/N, you're a bad, bad girl." He bent over and whispered in your ear, his cock pressing against your entrance, his hand in your hair.

"Oh, pleaseee, I need to come! Will you let me come?"

"Hm, it depends." Jaeger straightened his back, hands resting on your hips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I did! I promise I'll be good!" You tried to turn around to look at him, oblivious to what he was doing behind your back, cheeks crimson, droplets of sweat on your forehead.

"Convincing enough." He shrugged and you heard the condom snap against his cock.  Unexpectedly and without any warning, the man thrusted into your wet cunt and you, again, shot up, but he pinned you back. "Stay fucking put, you little whore." Zeke demanded and you tried, you really tried, but your body had a mind of its own. "I see you refuse to learn."

"No, no, please!" You slammed your face onto the table, squishing your cheek in the process, desperate and helpless.

"That's better." He concluded, sarcasm dripping down his tongue as he rammed his cock deeper into you. The silken walls clenched around his hard member, and he grunted, no other woman pleasing him like your tight pussy did. "You like it when I take you from behind, you filthy slut?"

"Yes– oh my God, YES!" You bucked your hips against his for more pressure and pain.

"What would my students think if they saw you getting fucked like this on their papers?"

"Ah– I don't c-care!"

"What would the headmaster say if she knew you fuck your superior and- ugh- coordinator?" Jaeger thrusted harder and faster.

"Please, Zeke-"

His hand found its way to your neck, tightly squeezing it.

"Wrong name, Y/N."

"Shit, daddy!"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and hell will freeze before someone else fucking touches you!"

"Fuc-k, fuuuck!" You both howled and panted as you climaxed, your entire bodies quivering. Zeke pulled out of you, carefully removing the rubber from his cock and giving you another slap on your perky ass cheeks. You stood up, arms still tied around your back, turned on your heels and pecked him on his cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl, marvelled by the fact that he chose you over anyone else.

"You know what, Y/N? Now that I've found you, I'm never going to let you go." He promised.

"I'm all yours, boss."

[kimistorm]

[Luka X fem!Reader] Of Guitar Picks and Ladders

“Hey (y/n)!” Juleka called and you ran over to the dark haired girl.

“What’s up?” you questioned when you got close enough to her and Rose.

“We’re gonna practice tonight,” she told you, then looked at you quizzically, “you coming?”

“Of course!” you answered with a smile, “miss my favorite band? No way!”

Rose smiled, “are we really your favorite band?”

“Are you sure you’re not biased?” Juleka teased with a grin.

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, “maybe a little.” Your family had been friends with the Couffaines for as long as you could remember, so it was a given that you were best friends with the Couffaine kids, Juleka and Luka. Plus, the fact that you harbored a huge crush on Luka didn’t help your case that you weren’t biased. “When do you guys think you’re going to get a gig?”

“We are going to be participating in the upcoming music festival.” Rose told you.

“What?” you gasped and looked at your two friends with wide eyes, “no way! That’s so awesome! When were you going to tell me?”

“Haha, oops.” Juleka sheepishly commented.

“Should we get going now?” Rose asked. You and Juleka nodded and the three of you walked towards the Couffaine residence.

...

“Mom I’m home!” Juleka called out as she dropped her bag onto the floor, “Rose and (y/n) are with me!”

“Okay!” Juleka’s mom replied.

“We’ve got a couple hours to kill right? We could knock out our homework.” You suggested. Unlike Juleka, you and Rose still had your bags on.

“That’s true.” She nodded and picked her bag up, “we’ll go to my room.” You and Rose nodded and followed Juleka to her room. On your way to her room, you passed by Luka’s room.

“Knock knock.” You called as you knocked on the door frame. The door was slightly ajar and you could see Luka inside.

His eyes opened and his gaze fell upon you, “hey (y/n).”

“Just wanted to say hi.” You smiled, “we’re gonna do homework before you guys practice.”

“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” he asked and beckoned you to come into his room.

“Sure.” You nodded and pushed the door open. He went to his collection of picks and pulled out one of them from it’s spot on the wall. He then put it in your hand so you could see.

You gasped, “no way.”

“Yes way.” He grinned.

“You got one of the limited edition Jagged Stone picks?” You asked as you examined the small piece of plastic, “that’s insane! How’d you get it?”

He pretended to nonchalantly shrug, “just a friend.”

“That’s so cool!” you gushed. You weren’t exactly a guitar player, but you did keep up with what was happening in the music world. If only to keep up with what Luka was talking about.

“(y/n)!” you heard your name being called, “we’re going to start our homework without you!” Rose shouted.

You blanched, Ms. Mendeleev gave some hard homework for tonight and you did not want to miss help with that. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.” You gave him back his pick, “I’ll talk to you later though!” you waved at him before you darted to Juleka’s room.

“What were you doing with my brother?” Juleka teased with a knowing look.

“He was just showing me his Jagged Stone pick.” You answered with your face buried in your bag as you looked for your homework and to hide your blush.

“What really?” Juleka gasped, “he hasn’t even shown me that!”

“Wait what?” you asked in confusion and you looked out of your bag to face her, “seriously?”

“He must really like you then.” Rose grinned.

“That’s very kind of him.” You answered nonchalantly but buried your head in your bag again.

“Does (y/n) have a crush?” Rose cooed.

“Not so loud!” you shushed her and worriedly looked at the closed door to Juleka’s room.

“So you do!” Rose squealed and you winced as she did the exact opposite of what you wanted her to do.

“I don’t!” you vehemently tried to argue back, but it wasn’t doing much good. Rose’s love radar was up and active.

“And it’s on my brother.” Juleka looked at you in shock.

“No, no, it’s not.” You desperately tried to calm the situation down.

Juleka smiled, “we’re totally setting the two of you up.”

“Please don’t.” You hid your face in your hands.

“You guys would be so cute together!” Rose gushed.

“Guys.” You whined, “don’t we have homework to do?”

“Nu-uh, this is more important.” Juleka replied and shoved all of your books and notes aside.

You groaned and fell onto the ground, “why? Ms. Mendeleev will be furious if we don’t do our homework! And you have practice later today.”

“She has a point.” Juleka nodded and Rose sullenly agreed.

“But don’t think we’re forgetting about this!” Rose brightened up. You just groaned.

...

“I just realized something,” Luka sat down next to you.

“Huh?” you asked him dumbfounded, had he already figured out that you had a massive crush on him? You had only come to terms with it a couple hours ago.

“You always come to our practices.” He remarked thoughtfully.

You silently let out a sigh of relief, but then resisted the urge to hit the black and blue haired boy. He just now realized that? “Well of course I do. You guys are my favorite band! So I’m going to show my support!” you grinned.

“Your favorite band?” he looked down at you dubiously but you could tell he was laughing on the inside, “and there’s nothing biased about that statement.”

“Juleka said the exact same thing.” You whined, “maybe it’s a little biased.”

“A lot biased!” Rose shouted with a grin. Your eyes widened and you glared at her with your hand up to your neck in the universal sign that you were going to kill her when this entire thing was done.

He laughed as he clearly saw the sign you gave Rose, “well anyways. I’m glad to have you here supporting us.” He stood up, “I should go help set up. Talk to you later.” He waved.

As soon as he was out of earshot you turned to Rose, “Rose I’m going to kill you!”

“What why?” she asked in shock, “I haven’t done anything yet!”

“(y/n)! I need your help!” Juleka called. You ran over to her, “can you help hang this up?” she handed you a roll of streamers.

“Why do you need this up?” you asked and held it up.

“Because of the aesthetic.” She answered simply then patted the ladder next to you.

You sighed, you still didn’t understand but she knew what she was doing. You climbed onto the steps of the ladder as she held the ladder. You were starting to tape up the streamers when the ladder suddenly shook and you lost balance and fell off the ladder. You screamed and shut your eyes in preparation to his the ground when you realized you didn’t hit anything hard, but you had stopped falling. You opened up an eye and was met with blue. “Oh, hi Luka.” You stuttered.

He let you down back on your feet, “you should be more careful, you could’ve died.” He lectured.

“Blame Juleka, she was the one holding the ladder.” You muttered as you glared at said person. Said person just gave you a grin and waved.

“I guess you could say she fell for you!” Rose called from across the room.

You spun around and was about to really kill Rose when Luka laughed, “I can’t disagree with that.”

“In more ways than one.” You mumbled but then clasped your hands over your mouth in shock.

“You,” Luka looked at you in shock, “like me?”

“Of course I do,” you tried to wave off your blunder, “who wouldn’t like you? You’re totally awesome!”

“She like-likes you!” Rose yelled out again.

You felt your eye twitch as you continued to smile at Luka. Rose was really asking for it. “That’s good.” Luka smiled and the atmosphere seemed to have softened, “because I like-like you too.”

“Huh?” your jaw dropped, were you hearing things correctly?

“That was lame,” he sighed, “I really like you too.” He told you.

“Uh, me too.” You stuttered. You were mentally berating yourself, normally you were fine around Luka, but now you suddenly have a frog in your mouth?

“So you won’t mind if I…” he trailed off and leant down to capture your lips in a kiss. Once you realized what was happening, you stood up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.

“No, I don’t mind.” You smiled. The two of you stood there for awhile. Foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each other. You suddenly broke off when you heard cheering though. Mainly from Rose. “Do you mind if I go kill her?” you asked softly.

“She’s our lead singer. I can’t let you do that.” He answered equally soft.

“Shame.” He laughed and captured your lips in another kiss.