#he would be the cutest tiniest sweetest child

[lovebugism]

hi! reader doesn’t like kids at all, but somehow eddie’s child is just different and the cutest sweetest child who warms their heart

✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ the beginning ]

summary: when steve harrington brings you as a plus-one to a munson birthday party, he forgets to tell you it's for eddie's four-year-old, maeve. (1.8k)

pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, meet ugly-ish, fluff, girl dad eddie munson™, r is not used to being around kids (and it shows), baby blurb turned spin-off universe <3

When Steve Harrington invites you to a birthday party, he fails to mention it’s for a four-year-old. 

The tiny trailer is decked out in decoration. A fusion of black and rainbow, of bats and unicorns, of vampires and Tickle Me Elmo — like no one could land on a singular theme. 

Steve guides you into the home with a golden hand on the small of your back, his other clutching a sparkly black bag with Count von Count’s face on it. You stop very suddenly in your tracks. Happy 4th Birthday, Maeve! reads a handpainted sign draped beneath the ceiling.

You become very hyperaware of the whiskey bottle in your right hand, something you figured would be the most sufficient thing to gift someone you’d never met before. You just hadn’t expected the stranger to be a child.

“What the fuck, Steve?” you bite under your breath, glaring at the boy beside you. “I thought you said this was your friend’s birthday party?”

“Maeve is my friend,” he answers with a stupid shrug. “Though, to be fair, I did say it was my friend’s kid’s birthday party.”

He most definitely hadn’t.

“What the hell— I brought booze!”

“That’s okay,” assures a wild-haired boy with a pretty pink grin as he walks up to the two of you. The friend in question. 

Eddie Munson wears a silver ring on each finger and a thick leather jacket despite the warming spring season. His laughter sounds like sunshine. His smile is bright enough to give you a goddamn sunburn.

“Maeve’s been getting presents all day— It’s about time someone got somethin’ for me,” he jokes.

You grimace while the two boys laugh. “Sorry…” you murmur as you pass him the bottle, shrinking inside yourself in an attempt to hide from the moment. I’m never letting Steve convince me to leave the house again, you think to yourself.

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously. I’ll go stick this in the kitchen— Make yourself at home.”

Your racing heart quells only slightly. He must be more of a good guy than Steve made him out to be, if he’s willing to keep you around after you brought booze to his daughter’s party. Though, you’ll contend that you were only half at fault for this.

Steve bites back a chuckle as he walks you to the back door, standing with you on the little wooden deck lined with sparkly streamers. There’s a picnic table off in the distance, covered in a bat-patterned cloth and set with Sesame Street-themed utensils. A small crowd of teenagers gather around it, and a couple of their parents, you figure.

The spring breeze only half soothes your burning skin.

“See?” he lilts, trying not to laugh and failing. “He likes you already—”

You swat his chest with a less than kind hand. 

“Ow!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Harrington, I swear to—”

“What’s your favorite animal?” a tiny voice asks from behind you, a smidge too loud and confusing their R’s with W’s.

You look over your shoulder, face flooded with horror. A kid with wild chocolate hair stands at less than half your height, wearing the tiniest Ozzy Osbourne shirt you’ve ever seen beneath a rainbow tutu. You don’t know what to say, so you just blink at it for a moment — at her.

“Hey, Maeve,” Steve greets with a curt wave.

The girl beams, missing her very front tooth. “Hi, Uncle Steve!”

“Wha— Huh?” you stammer mindlessly. ‘Cause you’re not exactly the best at talking to people your own age, let alone to children. They’re too honest. And too loud. And beyond still feeling like a kid yourself most days, you don’t have anything in common with them.

“What’s your favorite animal?” Maeve repeats in the same inflection, smiling until a dimple appears in her freckled cheek. “Mine’s a Hefflelump.”

“Hef… Hefflelump?” you echo quietly, only vaguely registering Steve’s laughter as he disappears through the screeching screen door, leaving you all alone. You’re definitely killing him for this.

“Yeah… From Winne the Pooh!” she says like it’s obvious.

“Oh… Okay…”

“What’s yours?”

You stumble over your words to find an answer. “Um… Uh… I don’t— I don’t know…”

“Everyone has a favorite animal,” she scoffs like some kinda critic with a speech impediment. She tilts her chin to her chest and peers up at you with a pair of doe eyes, so brown they’re almost black. You shift your weight on your feet, visibly uncomfortable beneath her unwavering stare.

“Maybe like a… A blobfish, or something?” you shrug.

Her tiny face screws in disgust. “Gross,” she spits.

You flinch. “What? Why is that gross?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest, more defensive than you’d like to admit.

“They’re so ugly,” Maeve giggles.

“Why?” you squint. “‘Cause they look differently than we do?”

“No!” she laughs, loud and golden, just like her father. “’S ‘cause they’re so slimy.”

“Well— You— You’re slimy,” you stammer.

The wild-haired girl grins with all her baby teeth (well, besides the front one, anyway). “You’re slimy!” she echoes with a mischievous twinkle in her chocolate eyes.

The screen door squeals open again, the rusted hinges screeching in protest. “Who’s slimy?” a male voice questions from behind you, a smile audible in his voice.

“You are!” you and Maeve chorus at the same time. 

You whip your head around a second too late. Your heart drops to your ass when you find Eddie lingering in the doorway behind you. You stumble over your words while Maeve giggles. “Sorry! I thought— I thought you were Steve! I’m so sorry!”

A chuckle sputters from Eddie’s mouth. He’s nearly as grieved by it all as you are. “He just left,” he tells you with a lopsided smile, cocking his thumb over his shoulder. “I think he’s helping Wayne out front. They’re putting together Maeve’s d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e.”

His eyes flit upward as he tries hard to spell the word correctly. Upon your confused look, he says, “I can’t say it, or she’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Right,” you nod.

Eddie crouches and holds his arms out for his daughter. Maeve’s tiny feet patter against the wooden deck as she rushes to him. He huffs at the weight of her — heavier than he remembers and getting bigger every day (which is weird ‘cause she was a newborn, like, a week ago). He grunts when he picks her up, propping her weight on his side.

“What were the two of you talkin’ about, then?”

“Blobfish!” she shouts with a beam.

Eddie breathes out a faint chuckle and turns to you. “She’s forcin’ you to pick a favorite animal, huh?” he wonders, then laughs a bit louder when you nod. “Yeah, she’s been doing that all day. It’s her new thing,” he says, nuzzling the tip of his nose into her curls. 

Realization seems to him then, and his brows furrow when he looks at you. His face, all twisted in confusion, is an exact replica of Maeve’s. 

“Wait— Your favorite animal is a blobfish?”

“That’s what I said!” the girl laughs.

You shift your weight on your feet and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m… feeling very judged in this moment…” you murmur under your breath, only half joking.

“I think that’s the most creative answer we’ve had yet, huh, Mae?” Eddie chuckles.

You scoff. “Well, I think Hefflelump’s pretty creative considering—”

The boy clears his throat, seeming to sense the rest of your sentence. His eyes widen in a lighthearted glare before he nods to the girl on his hip. Only then do you realize the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. You swallow them down immediately.

“Right…” you nod instead. “Nevermind…”

“Here—” Eddie huffs as he sets the girl down again. “—Go find Aunt Robin, alright? She’s probably decorating your cake as we speak.”

Maeve rushes off at the word cake, tottering on lanky, ungraceful legs. The two of you watch her go and linger in an awkward silence. Neither of you is quite sure how to make conversation without her there. You decide to start with an apology.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, by the way. Again,” you laugh awkwardly at yourself, scratching at the back of your neck. “I’m not… I’m not really… great with kids. If you couldn’t already tell.”

Eddie grins, pink and lopsided and pretty. You don’t feel deserving of the warmth swimming in his button eyes, glimmering beneath an early setting sun. “It’s okay. Seriously. You should’ve seen Robin and Steve the first time they met her— they were hopeless. And now they’re… Sort of alright, I guess.”

You force a faint chuckle. “Yeah, I’m— I’m just not used to being around them, I guess. I don’t even think I’ve talked to a kid her age since, like, elementary school.”

“I was the same way. ’Til I had Maeve and all…”

“Well, I couldn’t tell,” you assure him with a wavering smile. “You’re, like, a total pro. You’re great with her.”

He ducks his head to hide his blushing cheeks. The apples of them speckle warm and pink beneath the weight of your compliment. 

“Well… thank you,” he says, deflecting from your praise with that stupid, posh, D&D accent he always uses when he gets nervous. You don’t notice him grimacing at himself because you’re still stewing in your own embarrassment.

“And sorry for the booze, too. I seriously didn’t mean to bring— I mean, Steve didn’t even tell me that—”

“Stop apologizing,” Eddie chuckles warmly. “That part’s not your fault, alright? I don’t know if you know this or not, but your boyfriend’s a total idiot.”

Your face screws up. “Oh, he’s not— Steve’s not my boyfriend.”

The boy’s smile ebbs. “No?”

“No. No way!” you laugh before you mean to. “I’m pretty sure I’m just, like, his replacement best friend since Robin started dating Vickie.” 

Wide-eyed and distantly relieved, Eddie stammers like a teenage boy. “Oh. Right. That’s… That’s cool. Yeah.”

“Yeah…” you echo.

“Well, uh— I’m gonna see if Wayne wants any help,” he blurts despite knowing he’s been barred from doing handy work since he nearly drove a nail through his own finger. He just needs a way out, lest he keep stumbling over himself and lose all of his cool points with you. 

He saunters backward through the opened door and nearly trips over the frame.

You bite back a laugh. He forces a wavering smile. 

“But, um, I was thinkin’ about cracking open that bottle you brought. You know, after Maeve’s in bed and everything. If you— If you wanna hang around that long…”

The silence makes him as nervous as a teenage boy, all writhing and uncomfy in his skin. You nod in agreement, and his sparkling chest swells all over again. “Yeah,” you reply, lip quirked in a poorly hidden smile. “Sure. I’d— I’d like that…”

He smiles, all proud of himself. “Good. That’s… That’s good,” he stutters, then swallows hard and scurries off before you change your mind. 

Before he shuts the squealing screen door behind him, you hear Robin’s voice exclaim loudly from the kitchen. “What the hell’s a blobfish?!”

if u have any other ideas for hijinks these two idiots (and maeve) can get into, feel free to leave 'em here! (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[meltotheany]

Goodreads | Amazon US | B&N | Blackwell’s | Bookshop ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley i feel like all my friends who also loved this one, were all by my side here on goodreads, back in the early 2010s, reading all the paranormal romances known to man (or that our moms kept on their bookshelves). the nostalgia for books like riley jenson, black dagger brotherhood, kate daniels were so very felt. yet, this book completely stands on its own and is a really good book that i highly recommend. and this book had so many of my favorite paranormal romance trope sets – forbidden romance, bonded fated mates, and of course a marriage of convenience between our two main characters: ➛ misery – vampyre who has been living amongst humans her whole life, but finds herself as the key component in an alliance that will keep the peace with her people, while also having her own human inspired agenda for this forced arrangement. ➛ lowe – werewolf alpha who is still asserting his new dominance over his people, while also trying to assess who he can trust or not, while also being an amazing caretaker for his little sister. “I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.” and they had me truly rooting for them, unable to put this book down, after the very first scene of them together. but this also has a pretty big mystery plotline that took me by surprise, and also completely enthralled me. and ultimately this had such a big emphasis on found family and finding your own pack of people you love and trust unconditionally that i feel like i just ended up loving the entire cast of side characters too. let’s just embrace the bullet points and quickly talk about other things i really loved:➛ obviously vampires and werewolves➛ arranged marriage but forbidden romance➛ one bed scene(s)➛ the cutest little sibling ever➛ the sweetest brother and sister relationship x2➛ and also a really heartwarming found family / best friend relationship⤷ It was truly giving bryce and danika but better➛ a big appreciation of peanut butter➛ an amazing epilogue that will hopefully set up a book two in this world i will say that there was a very unnecessary and annoying third act conflict that just didn’t make sense to me (and made me side eye lowe a little), but i still really enjoyed this one and it was such a fast paced read that really tugged at my heartstrings in all the found family ways. i think i just really like ali hazlewood’s stories, and i always end up connecting with them on some level, and that just enhances my reading experience each and every time. i recommend this to all my romance friends, but i extra recommend it to all my pnr friends who want a little extra nostalgia on top of a really good story. lastly, and least importantly, if i ever dated anyone named misery, i feel like i would have to send hayley williams or paramore royalties. because the way misery business was living in my head rent free while reading this was actually insane. content warnings from the author (please use caution for potential spoilers): death of several people within the context of a war between different species (vampires, werewolves, and humans) is mentioned, several mentions of blood, kidnapping, mild violence, poisoning and attempted murder, attempted kidnapping/harming of a child (she is unharmed), death of a parent (off page in the past and off page in the present), explicit and graphic sexual content, knotting (the mmc’s apparatus is not quite human?), cursing and vulgar language other trigger + content warnings i found while reading (ali’s books really do have such good tws – ...

[ridiasfangirlings]

Baby Akiyama? :D ( because Strain XD )

Baby Akiyama would probably be the cutest thing in the universe, likeimagine Akiyama gets hit by a Strain (probably pushing Fushimi out ofthe way, everyone knows who the true target of all Strains is by now)and suddenly everyone looks down to find this tiny toddler with hairover one eye staring up innocently at them. Tiny Akiyama is veryconfused about where his family went and starts to tear up until he’sassured that he’s been found by the police and they’re going to takecare of him until his family comes back. Akiyama is a very nervousand shy child but he nods and kinda clings a little to Benzai’s coatbecause somehow he feels a little better being near Benzai, who seemsso nice and understanding. He also walks over to look at Fushimi, whois totally not at all feeling like he owes Akiyama for saving himbecause that would be stupid fuck that, and Fushimi just like gruntsout a hello, arms crossed and acting like he doesn’t care about thekid. Then baby Akiyama smiles the most gentle smile at him andFushimi finds himself patting the kid’s head almost without realizingit. From that point on Akiyama is now attached to Fushimi like hisown personal baby chick.

So the alphabet squad takes Akiyama back to headquarters, Akiyamariding on Fushimi’s lap the entire time and totally content becauseall children can sense Fushimi’s secret inner soft spot for kids.Awashima and Munakata would probably be totally charmed by him too,like tiny Akiyama minds all his manners and bows to them both andcalls them ‘sir’ and 'miss’ and is just the sweetest most politechild ever. He’s also like extra small, Fushimi figures this is justslightly above what Yata probably measured at that age and it makesAkiyama even cuter because he’s so tiny and like half of him is messyhair. Akiyama spends the rest of the day being fawned over andpolitely asking if he can help with anything, like oh do you have anychores I like chores. Munakata of course has to bring Akiyama intohis office to help with the puzzles, only to find that Akiyama isafraid of him and his scary glasses and frightening sparkles.Munakata’s very downcast about it and finally Fushimi can’t handleMunakata pouting so Fushimi just sighs and is like 'come on kid,’pushing Akiyama a little closer to Munakata to show that Munakatawon’t bite or anything. Awashima takes Akiyama into the cafeteria forlunch and makes him a nice anko sandwich, he cleans his plate like agood boy and then asks if he did good while smiling the angelic babysmile, Awashima has to just pick him and cuddle him. Benzai probablytakes charge of Akiyama whenever they can manage to pry him offFushimi, he gives Akiyama a nice stuffed cat to play with andAkiyama’s perfectly happy. Fushimi meanwhile keeps complaining thatno work is getting done, which is when Akiyama looks up at him withbig teary eyes and asks if he’s being a bother. Fushimi can’t winagainst sad child face and just sighs like no, you’re fine. He can’tlook Akiyama in the eyes though, he can totally feel his frozen heartmelting and Fushimi is determined to resist the cutest tiniest faceever.

[eris0330]

When time is right.. - Part 9

JinxReader | Angst-Romance | Fake texts+Scenario | Neighbour AU

For the next days, you continued to look through your wardrobe, hoping that Jin wouldn’t catch a glimpse of your own desperation. It was just a shopping trip, or that is what you continued to tell yourself. It was nothing more than friendly trip to the mall, but with the hottest guy you knew. What hours felt like minutes and usually, that’s not how it’s supposed to go. Checking multiple times in the mirror and constantly thinking on the way towards the flower garden if you got to put on perfume, or that your white button up shirt made you look like a waitress. But by the time you stood right across him as he leaned onto a fence, it was enough your make your worries disappear. The familiar smile and soft voice, as he called your name. His casual white shirt and black jeans, were enough to make him look like someone who was taken out of a grease movie.

“Wow you look….” He managed to murmur, before stopping himself from crossing a line that would be inappropriate. Clearing his throat, he patted you on the shoulder before giving a heartfelt smile. “Good… You look good.” He complimented, while you tried hold back from making the stupiest smile on earth. An insecure laughter and tiny nod, made you get back on track again.

“Thank you, you don’t look so bad either” You replied, trying to get back the joking side of yourself before he could process your words. It wasn’t a lie that he looked amazing and that if you could, you would pull his glorious light brown hair between your fingers. But again, just as you thought you couldn’t get more inappropriate in your mind, he gestured you to follow with him to the mall. If he didn’t, he might match your mind with the same kind of sins.

Bags, clothes, price tags and discounts displayed all over the black, red, pink and white walls in the centre. The crowd of people and thousands of things, that you could give your brother. Whenever you picked up something, it was like it was never good enough. Though, Jin tried to encourage you to get whatever. It’s the thought that counts, as he usually said. He enjoyed making your suffering moments into a fun thing and by time, it felt like you didn’t want this ‘date’ to end. The security by his body behind yours, watching your eyes scan the products before deciding to go to a different boutique. He never complained, because how could he, when he enjoyed spending time with you like this. The way you smiled and the tiny holes on your appeared, before scrunching your nose in disappointment and put the thing down to look further. The way your perfume made him question which one it was, to buy it later. It was one of those things, he caught himself doing and blush out of realisation.

When you finally got around to get the things you needed and felt contempt with, it was time to go home. Unfortunately, by that time, there were even more people getting around the mall. The shoulders, arms and bags hitting your side was enough for you to almost storm out to the nearest exit. If just it wasn’t for the fact, that you had lost Jin in the crowd. His tall figure, broad shoulders and whitest shirt on earth, were nowhere to be found. Your eyes scanning the amount of people out of panic and your breath becoming tighter, and faster. It was like an unpleasant rollercoaster and you wanted to get off from it, as fast as you could. The world flashed by you and afraid that you would never find him again, to be left behind. Your throat becoming dry, that even your loudest call couldn’t reach him. That’s how you decided to call him, without an answer. That’s when the real panic started to boil over, to let your hands shake and the thoughts continuing to overrule all kinds of positivity.

“Y/N!” The sweetest sound and light brightens your way, to see between a group of office workers, that Jin was waving your way. His body pushing through the people, to stand right in front of you. A heartfelt smile and a chuckle, made your anxiety glide off your bones. His hands holding upon your shoulders, as he continued to chuckle while checking you for any injury when you became lost.

“Damn, I was certain that I had completely lost you and thank god you haven’t moved that much.” He grinned, before you could muster a tiny “sorry” back. Before ruffling your hair with his big and slim hands, he snaked it down your arms and lock his fingers with yours. Warm, secure and sweaty, but that was probably all you.

“If you get lost again and I won’t get to find you again, Yoongi will certainly kill me. So let’s not do that again, yeah?” Tightening his hand, to never let you go again. The sight of eyes disappearing to find an exit for the both of you, while you could only follow beside him. His strong, toned arms mounting through the biggest men and tiniest women, he found his way outside. Looking into perspective, you felt slightly embarrassed. Because from another view, you just looked like a child next him. A damsel in distress, who couldn’t even find the nearest exit and call him. No, you just had to panic in the middle of it. The nervous thoughts tried to win over your brain, that you completely forgot about that your fingers were still locked with his. Even though you were on the way home, a block away from the mall but his hand resting in yours. It was weird, but you couldn’t have the heart to unlock it. It fit perfectly and it was warm, just how you liked it. With his remarks and questions asked, while you answered with a nervous tone but not trying to blow it up, he still continued to hold your hand. Did he know? Or did he simply forget? Whatever it was, you wanted to let it last as long it possibly could. Laughing with him up close and touching him, was a different thing than seeing him from your bedroom window.

Rounding the corner, you saw your house in the distance. Noticing the cold creeping on your legs and the sun going down, to know it all will soon end. So it did, being right outside on your porch to hear his significant chuckle and watching the house, as if it was the first time being there.

“Thanks for today, it was nice” He commented, looking down on his feet before looking you in the eyes. The height difference was outstanding, as you just reached his chest. With the bangs hanging in your hand and the other in his, he slowly retreated to a safety place that were called his home. The way his fingers slipped through yours so slowly, like it was killing the both of you. Your heart pounding and the urge to hold tighter to no let him go, was itching your body. His feet stepping slowly down the stars, towards his house before you could muster an encouraging;

“We should do this some other time again!” as if you needed the whole street to hear it and the shame cover your face, but the sound of his giggle made you look in his direction. A wave and the cutest smile flashing, as he replied; “Yeah, we should. See ya!”

Even though it was in the Winter, and your hand was basically freezing. His own remark and thoughts about today, continued to keep your warm as you shuffled inside to keep your excitement in closed doors.

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[flowerconcept-blog]

hybrid!woozi 🐱🐭

jihoon is a cat hybrid! he was adopted as a child and lived a fairly simple life with his family, who treated him like their own son

the token cat hybrid.... like you will never meet a hybrid who fits their animal DNA as well as jihoon fits his cat DNA: he's quiet and sleeps a lot and doesn't like being cute but can't help being adorable!!! acts standoffish but is actually the sweetest and cares so much about his friends!!!!

has small little black cat ears poking out of his hair with the pinkest insides!!! and a long tail that is always flicking around

doesn't like being snuck up on and hisses whenever someone surprises him :( usually he's reserved, but he can get pretty annoyed easily, and when he does his tail goes stiff and his hair sticks up a little bit...... it's so cute :( don’t tell him that though

he got into music when he was very young! because he has heightened senses he experiences music differently than humans do. it's like his whole body feels the notes and vibrations of a song.... and the first time he went to a concert he knew that that was what he wanted to do in life...... to make music

from that day on music was his number one priority, and honestly he was really really really good at it

his hearing helps him a lot with music since he's so attuned to the tiniest variations in notes, and even though he likes to sing (and is good at it) his true love is instrumental music and composing

luckily enough his owners supported this dream and sent him to piano lessons! and once he mastered the piano he kept going from there and learnt guitar and even a little violin

he really is a prodigy, especially with composing….. maybe it’s partially his heightened senses but he just has a natural gift for composing songs that really connect with people, especially other hybrids

his piano teacher always said that jihoon could play the exact same boring old piece as someone else and make it something extraordinary

and because he has such talent, of course he’s at college studying music and composition!!!!

his college isn’t a specialized music school, but he’s a legend on campus and especially famous in the music department…… people know him as the aloof cat hybrid who’s the best musician at the school

he’s also known as an asshole because he has a very intense resting bitch face and he’s quiet, but in reality he’s just shy ;( and doesn’t know how to socialize that well ;( he has a group of good friends but he doesn’t go out with them often because he doesn’t like partying, so people assume that he’s a loner

plus he lives in an apartment off campus by himself and holes up there on weekends, sleeping and eating and working on music

he can afford his own apartment because he works at the college library, but more importantly he plays a lot of parties and events that pay big money

it’s actually at one of these gigs that you meet jihoon for the first time……... the university’s president was hosting an event for donors and wanted someone to play live music and of course the music professors recommended jihoon (as well as violinist vernon)

just imagine…...jihoon in a fitted suit (which makes him antsy but he has to have one for these fancy events)...... sitting at the piano with an intense face as he reviews his sheet music…. his little cat ears twitching as people chatter throughout the room

that’s how you first see him, and your heart stutters because!!! wow!!!!! you didn’t expect to see someone like him at this dumb event

you’re not a donor, you’re a student at the university but the president always invites some of the top students to donor events, and you’re the best in your department

so basically you’re there to chat up rich parents and alumni, which is usually boooooring.... but when you see jihoon you feel like this particular night will be interesting

as well as being a student you’re also a hybrid….. .a mouse hybrid actually! which people always make fun of you for because mouse hybrids are very rare, but you figure at least it makes you unique

because of your mouse dna you’re very sensitive to sound and vibration and as you watch the handsome pianist start to play a new song, the sound hits you unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. you’re a big fan of classical music because you find it really soothing, but this song feels like it swallows you whole

you stand at the edge of the room in awe until he hits the final note and out of instinct you clap, because of course you should clap at a song as beautiful as the one he just played

except no one else is clapping and the pianist looks at you with an eyebrow raised and you immediately hide your face behind your wine glass (full of water lol) because HOW!! can someone be that handsome!!!! and charismatic!!! and talented!!!

while mice are relatively timid you usually aren’t, in fact you’re quite sociable and enjoy meeting new people so you think to yourself….. you should at least praise the pianist for his talent, and if you manage to….maybe get his number or something, that would be a big bonus

but something about him makes you so nervous that it takes you until the end of the night to work up the nerve to go over to him

as he’s getting his sheet music together and talking quietly with the violinist, you clear your throat and they both look at you

you vaguely notice how handsome the violinist is, but it’s like you can’t look at anyone but the cat hybrid pianist with his sharp eyes

“you’re the one who clapped” jihoon says and wants to HIT himself

because that’s the first thing he’s going to say to this cute mouse hybrid? and why would you want to talk to HIM anyways you’re probably here for vernon but why are you only looking at him not at the violinist and why is vernon winking at him from behind your head and what’s going on

basically he’s freaking out on the inside as you nod (incredibly cutely.....) and stick out your hand and introduce yourself. he can only dumbly shake your hand and mutter his name as you start to say how wonderful his piano playing was

but something about your smile and your enthusiasm makes jihoon’s worries disappear almost immediately! as you chat on and on about how wonderful his playing was and how different it was to any classical music you’ve heard before…..instead of being nervous he’s excited to talk to you because how could he not be????

he shyly admits that it was an original composition and you’re sort of swept up in your amazement, so you ask if he has other originals that he could show you sometime and jihoon looks taken aback for a second….you worry that you’ve overstepped but

vernon is behind you giving jihoon an enthusiastic thumbs up and mouthing “GO FOR IT” and he can’t let his shyness ruin his chance at a date with you

“sure, i’d like that” and he offers you his phone number and says you could meet up sometime soon and everything…. really everything is wonderful

you two go your separate ways, but that night you gush on and on about jihoon to your roommate and they’re like “please shut up” and ur like ,,,,,,,, “but HIS EYES! they SPARKLE!”

meanwhile he just sort of stares at his ceiling in disbelief thinking about how nice and sweet you were, and how you’re the only mouse hybrid he’s ever met that smells so good…. you smelled like flowers and grass and he already knows he’s hooked

when you text him asking him if he’s free for lunch on tuesday jihoon SCREAMS into his pillow

he’s never been on a date before because he’s always focused on music and like…….. you know he uncomfortably asks seungcheol and jeonghan for dating advice………… and jeonghan wipes a tear away like…. i knew this day would come....

mingyu: *pops out of nowhere* vernon told seungkwan told seokmin told soonyoung told wonwoo told me that you have a date. let me dress you up. please please please please please

jihoon: do not lay a SINGLE FINGER ON ME

anyways you two meet up for lunch and unsurprisingly it goes excellently!!!! you get jihoon to talk about his composing and music and sit in awe as he starts to talk more and more and get less and less reserved

you accidentally spend like 3 hours just sitting in the campus cafe talking and you both realize you have class and are like “oh shit” and have to leave but before you go jihoon awkwardly asks if you’d like to hang out again soon and ur like “of course!!!!!!!!!”

in his history of music class jihoon types a text that just says “i really enjoyed spending time with you today” but can’t bring himself to send it until joshua (who is sitting next to him) sees it and steals the phone from jihoon and sends it 

because angel josh knew the poor boy wouldn’t be able to do it w/o help

you screenshot the text and send it to all your friends with a bunch of heart emojis and capslock and then just reply casually w/ a “me too *smiley face* *heart emoji*”

“what does smiley emoji heart emoji mean? joshua? joshua? what does it mean? oh my god.”

y’all go on like 5 dates “”””””just hanging out””””” before you explicitly call it a date and only then does jihoon believe that you’re actually interested in him…….. even though all his friends tell him you are..... bless his awkward lil soul

it’s on that date when you tell him you like him …….his tail starts twitching a lot and his face goes all pink and he mutters out an “i like you too” and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life

he walks you home and it takes him 3 tries to ask if he can kiss you but when he does!!!! you’re so happy!!!!! he’s a little bad at kissing but honestly lee jihoon could do anything and you would be like “you’re incredible” so you don’t care

should be the worst boyfriend because he doesn’t know what tf to do as a boyfriend…...but is actually the best boyfriend in the world because he likes you so much

like jihoon doesn’t know how to flirt but he does know that he wants to hold your hand all the time so whenever you guys go out he will always intertwine your fingers ,,,,,,,,,, doesn’t really know how to be romantic but still says really cute things like “you look beautiful” all the time because he genuinely believes it and wants to let you know

the two of you go out to eat all the time because he eats? like a mad man? and you have like a thing where you try out a new restaurant every week and then jihoon eats his weight in meat while you watch in awe

jihoon: *breathes* you: you’re doing amazing sweetie

all his friends hound you asking about what jihoon is like as a bf because the two of you don’t act lovey dovey in front of them (except for the handholding) and ur like if you’re so curious why don’t you date him seungkwan

but also they adore you and treat you super well because you and jihoon are perfect together and they’re just glad someone finally appreciates him for the wonderful soft talented boy he is behind his resting bitch face

shows you all his compositions and of course you hype him up but you also help him with them because he trusts your judgement, so if you’re like “hmmm this part doesn’t sound as good” then he’ll probably change it

it’s like six months before you spend the night at his place because you both want to take it slow, but after you do for the first time you more or less move into his place because jihoon discovers he LOVES cuddling with you….he’s always had some trouble with sleeping and being with you makes him sleep so easily

the two of you curl up together every night and in the morning it’s almost impossible to wake up because jihoon clings to you and whines when you try to leave, but eventually you drag him out of bed

also i’m not saying that mice go into short heats frequently when they’re in close proximities to males/their mates and that your dna means you’re super horny like 3 times a month…..but i am saying that.

when he wears his long sweaters and does sweater paws you can’t help but call him cute and he pouts like “i’m not cute. i’m manly.” and ur like “jihoon i love you and you are very handsome and manly but you’re also the CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!!!”

also staying at his place helps because when he gets way too into composing and doesn’t come home for three nights in a row you go to his practice room and drag him back to go to sleep…. and since it’s you he lets it happen

mice can’t see well in the dark and you’re basically blind at night w/ no lights…. but if you wake up in the middle of the night craving food jihoon wakes up to make sure you don’t walk into any walls

people on the street are always like “how sweet! a mouse hybrid and a cat hybrid! like tom and jerry!” and even though it’s a little silly and jihoon acts like it’s dumb, you also find it super super cute and know he does too

jihoon is the first one to say i love you and he goes all out trying to make it super romantic and it’s so sweet and honestly…... you make him feel happy with himself and proud of his work and you bring him out of his shell and you love him and everything he does…. so so much and you’re everything he ever needed

[onewfantaesy]

Maybe a ramble idea if you ever feel like writing it! Jinki the kindergarten teacher adores all his lil students, and one day when it is rained out the students have to eat lunch inside and the tiniest of the, all lil Tae doesn't have lunch. Jinki finds out he lives in an orphanage and starts bringing a lil bit of food for him, and it is a slippery slope. In winter he brings a lil jacket because it is cold and medicine when he's sick because cannot afford it and maybe a year end ups adopting

The first time Jinki noticed his smallest student didn’t bring lunch to school was the first rainy day of the year. The children were all to be kept inside the classroom during lunch, and Jinki got all the rainy day games out of one of the closets before going to get his own lunch from the teacher’s lounge. When he came back, all his little kindergarteners moved seats to sit with their friends while they ate lunch, and he had to take the Connect Four away from three boys who tried to play before they ate their food.

Jinki walked around the classroom to make sure everyone was eating, but as he passed by the table closest to the cubbies, he noticed his littlest student didn’t have a lunchbox in front of him.

“Taemin,” he said, “where’s your lunch?”

“I don’t have one,” the boy said.

His friend, Kai, was letting him share his chips, but Jinki shook his head. He went to get his own lunchbox off his desk, and he took the sandwich he made that morning and put it in front of Taemin. 

“Here, you can have this, alright?” Jinki said. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

Taemin shook his head, and he took the bag with both hands. Jinki also gave him one of the little water bottles he keeps in his bottom desk drawer. Taemin smiled, said thank you in the tiniest little voice, and went back to talking with his little friends about what game they wanted to play once they were finished eating.

The rain let up the next day, but before Taemin could leave the classroom to go to lunch, Jinki stopped him. He asked if Taemin had a lunch today, and when he shook his head and said no, Jinki sighed. He took Taemin’s hand and walked him down the hall to the teacher’s lounge. Jinki had made an extra sandwich that morning and put an extra water in the fridge so it would be cold. He even gave Taemin a little pack of cookies before taking him out to the lunch yard. 

Before Taemin ran off to sit with his friends, he whispered, “Thank you, Mr. Lee,” in the quietest voice.

“You’re welcome,” Jinki said, and he patted the boys back so he would go sit with his friends.

When it kept happening for a whole week, Jinki asked Taemin to stay for a moment after school. Taemin stood by Jinki’s class after everyone else went out to the parking lot to wait for the parents in the pick-up line. The boy gripped his backpack straps and looked more nervous than Jinki had ever seen him.

“You’re not in any trouble, Taemin,” Jinki said in a soft voice. “But can you tell me why you haven’t had any lunch this week? Did your mom or dad forget to pack it for you? Or did you maybe leave it at home?”

“I don’t have a mom or dad,” Taemin said. 

“You don’t?” Jinki asked. “Well, who do you live with?”

“I live at St. Hedwig’s,” Taemin told him. 

It took Jinki a minute or so to realize that St. Hedwig’s was the orphanage downtown. 

“Mother Superior says that we don’t have enough money for lunch,” Taemin said.

“Okay,” Jinki said. He got up and patted Taemin’s head before taking his hand to bring him out to wait in the parking lot. “Who picks you up, Taemin?”

Taemin’s nose wrinkled up, and he said, “Sister Margaret.”

“Do you not like Sister Margaret?” Jinki asked.

“She plays old people music in the van,” Taemin whined. “And she always makes me sit in the middle seat. I don’t like the middle seat; I always get squished by the bigger kids.”

Taemin’s lips jutted out into a pout, and Jinki watched as he stared at the white van that four other children piled into. The nun driving it saw Taemin a little ways away with Jinki and waved her hand, beckoning Taemin to hurry up. 

“Bye, Mr. Lee,” Taemin said.

He let got of Jinki’s hand and ran over to the van. 

“Bye, Taemin,” Jinki called after him.

Jinki watched Taemin climb into the back of the van and plop down in the middle seat of the middle row. Two older boys pushed him around a little bit, and two girls sat in the very back. 

That night, while Jinki was out with his friend Kibum, he talked about his littlest student.

“It’s so sad, Kibum, he’s just this little orphan boy who can’t afford a lunch,” Jinki said, swirling around a glass of wine.

“They just don’t give them lunch, though?” Kibum asked. “Like, don’t they get funding for that kinda shit? Where’s our taxes going to if it isn’t to little orphan kids?”

“I don’t know, man, but it’s sad. He’s the sweetest kid,” Jinki sighed. 

“Adopt him, then,” Kibum said, shrugging his shoulders. “You like kids.”

“I like teaching kids, Kibum, there’s a difference. I’d be a terrible father.”

“I don’t think you’d be terrible,” Kibum said. “Maybe a little fumbly at first, but definitely not terrible.”

“What about Minho?” Jinki asked. “I can’t just show up one day with a kid, how would I explain that to my boyfriend?”

“Minho loves kids,” Kibum says in a serious voice. “Literally, he would die for children. Are we even talking about the same Minho?”

“I’m just saying,” Jinki mumbled. “It’s a big decision. Besides, do Catholic orphanages even adopt kids out to gay parents?”

“Hell if I know,” Kibum said with a smirk.

Jinki sighed and downed the rest of his wine before holding his head in his hands. All he really thought to do at that point was continue to bring a sandwich and a water for the little orphan boy who didn’t have a lunch.

After that first week of bringing Taemin lunch, Jinki noticed the boy opening up a lot more. He would answer more questions during class, he raised his hand high and shook it around when Jinki asked who wanted to be the weather monitor for the next week, and he took to talking to Jinki after school before he went to wait for Sister Margaret to pick him up.

“When we get home, we get religion lessons from Sister Prudence,” Taemin told Jinki one day after school. “Then she watches us while we do homework. Sometimes Sister Constance comes and helps with homework - I really like Sister Constance, she’s real nice and sometimes she lets us do art stuff if we finish our homework early enough. Sister Rose Marie lets me help make dinner sometimes if I’m good, but usually she just lets me set the tables for dinner. I know where all the forks and knives and spoons go, Mr. Lee, did you know they have special places on the table?”

“Wow,” Jinki said, smiling at Taemin, “that’s very impressive, Taemin. I didn’t even know that forks and knives and spoons had special places on the table until I was much older than you.”

Taemin grinned at him, his little chest puffing out proudly.

“Mother Superior said it was very good of me to know where they go,” Taemin whispered as if it was a great secret. “She even let me say grace before dinner when Sister Rose Marie told her I was the one who set the tables.” 

“You should be very proud of yourself,” Jinki said with a laugh. “But let’s get you outside so you don’t miss Sister Margaret, alright?”

“Alright,” Taemin said. 

Jinki walked Taemin out to the parking lot, and he stayed to make sure his littlest student made it into the van.

Towards the end of the school year, a nun came into his classroom after school. Jinki saw Taemin poking his head around the door, and Jinki figured this must be Sister Margaret.

“Sister Margaret, I take it?” Jinki asked, holding his hand out to shake hers. “Taemin’s told me a lot about you.”

She smiled, but she said she was here on some less than fun business. She said that Taemin told them his teacher had been bringing him lunch, and she unfortunately had to ask him to stop.

“I know you think it must be best,” she said softly, “but we don’t want him to get used to it and then next year have to go back to not having a lunch. Surely you understand?”

“Surely you understand that I’m not just going to sit by while one of my students habitually doesn’t have a lunch,” Jinki said. “He’s been much better about participating in class since he’s had a lunch to eat, and I don’t want his school performance to suffer over a sandwich.”

She told him again that she must ask him to stop, and Jinki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. When he looked back to the doorway, he noticed that Taemin’s head was no longer poking inside, and he looked back to the nun sitting across from him.

“May I ask you something important?” he asked. “About Taemin?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Say I was thinking about,” Jinki paused, “about adopting him.”

“I would say it’s a lot of responsibility for a young man,” she said. “But that Taemin adores you, and he hasn’t stopped talking about you the whole school year.”

“Say,” Jinki said, “say this young man had a boyfriend. Would he be able to adopt from you?”

“I think we would have no problem so long as Taemin was going to a good home,” she said. 

“Thank you,” he said. “But can we maybe not mention this to Taemin? Not until it’s official, at least.”

“Of course,” she said.

That night, Jinki and Minho sat across from their dinner table staring at each other.

“You really want a child?” Minho asked. 

His eyes were lit up, Jinki thought they were practically sparkling, and he looked like he just won the lottery.

“A specific child,” Jinki said. “He’s the cutest little thing, you’ll fall in love with him the second you meet him.”

“When do I meet him?” Minho asked, leaning across the table.

“I was thinking we could go to the orphanage right after school lets out,” Jinki said. “I don’t want to adopt him while he’s still my student, that might be confusing for him.”

“But we’re really going to adopt him? It’s okay?” Minho asked.

“I’ve been emailing that Mother Superior who’s in charge of the orphanage, and almost everything is in order. A couple house visits to make sure we’re equipped to deal with a child and then actually making sure Taemin is okay with it, and we’re good.”

Minho fell onto Jinki’s lap and hugged him tight, kissing his cheek.

“I want to meet this kid right now,” Minho told him.

“You’re so impatient,” Jinki laughed.

Two weeks later, Jinki and Minho walked up the steps to St. Hedwig’s Home for Children. Mother Superior opened the door and led them inside, telling them that the children were in chapel until the end of the hour, but they were welcome to wait with her. They went over the last of the documents they needed to give her, and she smiled at the both of them when she told them they were approved to adopt Taemin as soon as possible if they so wished.

“Jinki, when can I meet him?” Minho asked, holding onto Jinki’s arm.

The grandfather clock out in the main room started ringing, and soon enough, feet were pitter-pattering up and down the hall outside of Mother Superior’s office. She led the two of them out to where the children should be, and when they walked into the main room, she announced that they had a couple visitors.

When Taemin’s little head turned, his eyes lit up at the sight of Jinki.

“Mr. Lee!” Taemin shouted, and he ran right up to Jinki and hugged his legs.

“Hello, Taemin,” Jinki said, and he knelt down to smile at the boy.

“Look, look, this is mine,” Taemin said, holding up a rosary. “It’s green, isn’t it pretty? Sister Constance gave it to me last year for my birthday. Did you know my birthday is next month?”

“I did know that,” Jinki told him.

“Mr. Lee, why are you here?” Taemin asked.

“Taemin, would you come with us into my office?” Mother Superior asked, holding her hand out for Taemin to take.

“Am I in trouble?” Taemin asked, holding her hand and walking with them down the hall.

“No, you’re in no trouble at all,” she said.

When they got into Mother Superior’s office, Jinki knelt back down and smiled at Taemin.

“Taemin, this is my boyfriend, Minho,” Jinki said. 

Minho knelt down next to him and waved at Taemin, saying hello to him.

“Hi,” Taemin said. 

He was still clinging to Mother Superior’s hand, looking between her and the two men in front of him.

“Taemin, they would like to adopt you,” Mother Superior said.

Taemin’s eyes went wide, and he looked back at Jinki and Minho.

“Me?” Taemin asked. When Jinki and Minho said yes, he said, “Really?”

“Really,” Jinki laughed. “We have a whole bedroom set up at home for you if you want. We can even go get you some new toys and books if you want.”

A shy smile spread across Taemin’s face, and he clung to Mother Superior’s hand as he swung it around a little bit. He giggled a little bit, and when Jinki held open his arms and beckoned him closer, Taemin ran to him and hugged him around his neck. Jinki stood up and held Taemin close to him, and the little boy hid his face in Jinki’s shoulder.

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” Jinki laughed to Minho.

“He is,” Minho said, brushing Taemin’s hair behind his ear. “Taemin, are you happy?”

Taemin nodded his head fast, but he didn’t bring his face out of Jinki’s shoulder. After signing the last of the adoption papers, Mother Superior led them up to Taemin’s bedroom to gather his belongings. Jinki kept a tight hold on him the entire time, and Taemin’s little arms stayed wrapped around Jinki’s neck. He brought his head out to make sure that they packed his most important things - his blanket and his stuffed dog - but other than that, he mostly kept his face buried in Jinki’s shoulder.

When they were leaving, Taemin gave a small wave to the other children, but he wiggled his way away from Jinki so he could go hug Sister Constance goodbye. After a tight hug and her whispering in his ear that she would pray for him everyday, he ran back over to Jinki and hugged his legs until Jinki picked him back up. As they left, Taemin barely raised his eyes above Jinki’s shoulder and waved his hand.

When they got in the car, Jinki buckled Taemin into the window seat.

“I don’t like the middle seat,” Taemin told him.

“I know you don’t,” Jinki said. “That’s why you get to sit here.”

“And I don’t like old people music, either,” Taemin whispered.

“I know, so we can listen to any radio station you want,” Jinki said. “We can go through them until you hear a song you like.”

“Okay,” Taemin mumbled.

“Taemin,” Minho said once he started driving, “we can go straight home, or we can go get you some new toys. Which do you wanna do?”

“Can we go home?” Taemin asked in a quiet voice.

“Of course we can,” Minho said.

When they got home, Minho and Jinki each held one of Taemin’s hands as they walked through the door. Taemin’s eyes went wide as he looked around the place, and Jinki said he could explore a little bit before they went to his room if he wanted. Taemin let go of their hands and walked around tentatively, poking around the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. He let out a little “Woah” when he saw the big TV in the living room and all the DVDs, and Minho told him he was a big movie collector.

After Taemin spent twenty minutes looking around the main part of the house, Jinki asked him if he wanted to see his bedroom.

“Yes, please,” Taemin whispered.

He took Jinki’s hand again, and Jinki led him down the hall to the bedrooms.

“This is mine and Minho’s room,” Jinki said, pointing to one bedroom. “We can show you that in a little bit, but let’s see your room first, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Taemin said.

Jinki opened one of the doors, and Taemin smiled when he saw the bed and the desk and the bookshelf.

“It’s not completely decorated yet,” Minho told him. “We thought you might like to pick some stuff out for your room.”

Taemin ran towards the bed, letting his upper half fold over the dinosaur blankets on his bed.

“These are so cool,” Taemin gushed. “Look, look, that’s one’s a T-Rex.”

“Do you know this one?” Jinki asked, kneeling down next to him and pointing at one of the other dinosaurs.

“It’s a long-neck,” Taemin said.

Jinki and Minho laughed a little.

“That it is,” Minho said. “What about this one?”

“Triceratops,” Taemin said proudly. “Because it’s got three horn thingies.”

They showed him a few other things around the room, like the toys they picked out and the new clothes they got him. After a little while, Taemin bit his lip and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I ask you a question?” Taemin asked.

“Sure you can,” Jinki said. “You can ask any questions you want.”

“If you adopted me,” Taemin said, “does that mean I can call you Daddy instead of Mr. Lee?”

“You can call us whatever you’re comfortable with,” Jinki said softly. “You can call me Mr. Lee if you want, or you can call me Jinki, or Daddy. You can call Minho by his name, too, or Daddy if you want.”

“I think I wanna call you Daddy,” Taemin said softly. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Minho said.

“Good,” Taemin said, nodding his head. “‘Cause it’s lunch time, Daddies, and I’m hungry.”

Jinki and Minho both laughed, and Minho picked Taemin up to take him into the kitchen. 

Jinki, while he watched his boyfriend help their new son figure out what he wanted to eat for lunch, knew that this was probably the best decision of his life, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how it all started by giving a kid a sandwich at lunch time. Funnily enough, that was exactly what Taemin wanted to eat on his first day at home with them.

[jhopesjawline]

Morning

A/n - I’m not sure where this came from, but it’s smutty and fluffy and it’s Jimin, so who really cares? I was craving Jimin, so I literally pumped this out one afternoon, so I don’t know how good it is, but I hope you enjoy ~ Kaitlin

Genre: Fluff | Smut Members: Jimin x Reader Word count: 2700

A lazy day morning with your boyfriend ~

Masterlist

The bright rays of the late morning sun slipped inside through the crack in the thick curtains. You watched with lame concentration as tiny specks of dust floated through the sunshine that leaked into the dull room.

Your legs felt cool against the sheets, your jeans abandoned on the floor to mix with the piles of dirty clothes scattered across the dingy carpet of his bedroom. The t-shirt bunched around your waist exposed a sliver of your back, and you felt the warm, naked body lying next to you. The heat radiating from his warm skin sent chills down your spine and a trail of gooseflesh broke out down the length of your bare arms.

The walls were littered with posters and the sticky notes where you’d written tiny love notes. His shelves were decorated with small figurines and soft plushies, many of them gifts from you. A gentle smile tugged the corners of your dry lips as fond memories of his crescent shaped eyes filled your mind, he always loved your presents and his smile gave it away every time.

Letting your eyelids shut once more, you focused on the steady breathing of the strong body behind you. His chest rose and fell in perfect time, pressing into your back and letting you feel every beat of his heart.

His muscular arm was limp as it lazily slung over your waist, holding you close like a child squeezing a teddy. You played with the rings adorning his chubby fingers, smiling inwardly remembering how he complained the night before, saying how his hands would swell from all the salt. But that didn’t stop you from downing and entire family size bag of potato chips.

Last night was a treat. You spoiled him with take-out, and in return he treated you to a refreshing walk around the bustling city where he bought you the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. He had caught you eying it through the thick glass of the jewelry store, and without hesitation dragged you inside to try it on.

The second he saw the sparkling chain wrapped around your neck, he paid for it on the spot and had you wear it out.

You had a habit of surprising him with little gifts as well, and the occasional home cooked meal whenever you could. Your boyfriend worked incredibly hard and deserved the world, and you loved pampering him just as much as he loved the attention.

He would try and act tough around others, but in the private confines of your bedroom he was the sweetest, giggliest boy imaginable. He let you run your fingers through his soft hair until sleep lulled his head against the swell of your chest, his plump lips parted against your skin and allowing the tiniest of sounds to slip out.

He was your giant baby, and you loved him.

The smooth material of his rings was comforting as you traced the metal with your fingertips, picturing in your mind the patterns and embellishments decorating each ring. Twisting the one on his thumb, you recognize the single stone set into the jewelry. This was the ring you had given to him last fall as a ‘Happy Tuesday” present.

The look on his face when you’d shown up at the dorm with your hands full of bright balloons was priceless. Letting the strings go, he belly laughed at the way they bounced against the ceiling, barely having another moment before your lips were on his and you were tumbling to the ground.

Lying flat on top of him, you tugged a small box from your back pocket and placed it on his chest, giggling at the way this angle gave him the cutest double chin as he tried to look at you properly. He opened the box and his eyes disappeared into the tiny crescent moons you loved.

Pulling out the ring, he examined it for a moment, tapping the round stone set in the center. He slipped it onto his thumb, twisting it into place before his lips were back on yours, cradling you in his arms while he deepened the kiss.

The stirring of his warm body behind you shocked you from your day dream. Peeling your eyes open, you stretched your tired limbs and rolled over until you were face to face with your handsome boyfriend. Even with his face mushed into the pillow, his jaw slack and the hints of stubble showing on his chin, he was still the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on.

His mouth was parted and the occasional grunt slipped past – but not a deep grunt, more like a baby fussing. You reached your hand out and swiped your thumb across his bottom lip, giggling at the way his tongue darted out at the feeling.

Trailing your fingers down his bare chest, you traced the firm muscles with a light touch, not wanting to disturb him. You let your palm slide down his belly, rubbing small circles over the layer of baby fat covering his abs. It always amazed you how he could look so manly, while still being squishy.

He smacked his lips together in a groggy attempt to wet his mouth, letting out a deep sigh as he settled back into sleep. His black hair was fluffed up at the top from sleep and fell messily in front of his face, the soft strands getting caught in his long eyelashes. Tilting your head up, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

You let your hand slip past the band of his boxers, sneaking lower and cupping his cock with a gentle grip, intrigued by the feeling of him while he wasn’t hard. You started massaging the skin around his member, rubbing patterns into the flesh and brushing your fingers over the head.

It wasn’t long before the sensations registered in his sleepy mind, his cock beginning to harden under your touch as he let out tiny moans. You watched his face with curiosity, noting the way his eyelids fluttered and the way his lips parted and let out uneven breaths.

Stroking his member at a calm pace, he finally opened his puffy eyes, taking in your features before his lips tugged into a warm smile.

“Y/n,” he mumbles out, licking his dry lips and tucking his strong arm under your neck.

“Morning, Jimin.”

The two of you laid together, the only movement was your hand under the fabric of his shorts and the occasional twitch of his hips. His eyes had closed once more, head lulling back against the pillows as he relished in the pleasure.

He was fully hard now, pulsing in your grip as you stroked him. The quiet moans that fell from his plump lips made your thighs tingle as heat pooled in your abdomen. As if he sensed your need, Jimin’s hand slid up your chest and cupped your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers teasingly through the fabric of your thin t-shirt.

You let out a moan at the feeling, back arching to push your chest further into his hand. He switched to the other breast, pinching the sensitive bud and twisting it in his fingers.

“Jimin…” you breathed, tightening your grip on his member and sliding pre-cum down the shaft. Throwing off the heavy blankets and tugging him from his boxers, he gasped at the feeling of the cool air as it met his cock.

His lashes fluttered open revealing his stunning brown irises. You blushed under his gaze, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a tender kiss. The way Jimin’s lips moved with yours was delicious as you savored the taste of him. His mouth slipping from yours and trailing lazy kisses down the expanse of your neck, sucking pale bruises into the skin.

Jimin’s hand bunched up the wrinkled fabric of your shirt, exposing your chest and massaging the flesh with gentle squeezes. His lips left a wet trail as they sucked a line to your breasts, flicking the skin with his expert tongue as he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth.

You moaned at the feeling, arching into his mouth and increasing the pace of your strokes on his member. Jimin rubbed circles into your ribcage, tracing comforting patterns down the skin until he reached the band of your panties.

He slid his fingers over the fabric, rubbing your heat through the damp material. You grinded into his palm greedily, your hips bucking as you whined for more. He chuckled against your skin and slipped your panties to the side, exposing your dripping core.

Dipping a single finger inside your heat, he curled the digit, groaning at the wetness. Dragging the pad of his finger up your slit, he rubbed light circles around your sensitive clit, eliciting a moan from your swollen lips. His teeth nipped at your breasts and sucked the skin. The stimulation coaxing your high from your belly and twisting your insides with sudden pleasure.

Your mind fogged as the sensations sent ripples of pleasure through your shaky body, and you held your free hand against his firm chest in attempt to ground yourself. He coated you in your own wetness, spreading it around and massaging your clit with gentle fingers. He swirled his fingers in patterns that had white spots dotting your vision, and you quickly began to lose yourself in the ecstasy.

Jimin whimpered as you squeezed the base of his cock, breathing hard against your chest as he sucked harsh bruises into the soft skin. Your heavy sighs mingled in the air with his own and added to the slippery sounds of messy bliss.

His fingers dipped inside you, curling up and brushing against you with a delicious pressure. You gasped at the feeling, a loud moan escaping your parted lips as you wordlessly asked him to keep going.

You dug your nails into the flesh of Jimin’s chest, scratching red marks down the creamy skin as he curled his fingers harder inside you, beckoning your orgasm with expert ministrations. Your legs shook with pleasure, your hips bucking into his palm, desperate for release.

“Oh… my god- Jimin,” you moaned, screwing your eyes shut as the euphoric feeling threatened to wash over your shaking body. You stroked his cock faster, tightening your grip around his pulsing member and coaxing the high from his body.

Jimin separated from your chest and shifted until he was level with your face, placing tender kisses along your jawline and peppering your cheeks with lazy pecks. He leaned over you and cradled your head in the crook of his arm, trailing his fingers up and down your jaw.

You felt the familiar tingle swirl through your core as Jimin’s fingers pumped into you relentlessly. You choked out a strangled moan of his name and he held your gaze with an intensity that made your insides coil as you orgasm ripped through your body.

White hot pleasure surged through your veins, chilling your spine and sending a delicious tingle down the back of your neck. Your vision blurred into tiny white specs, the colorful twinkle in Jimin’s eyes fading into the back of your mind as the pleasure coursed through your body. You twitched in his grasp, leaning up to catch his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging him into a tender kiss.

You grinded into his palm as you rode out your high, whimpers and whines spilling from your lips and into his mouth. He removed his dripping hand from your heat, tucking your panties back over your core and bringing his fingers between your faces.

You watched him suck his fingers clean with a lust filled gaze, entranced by the way his wet tongue swirled around his digits. You licked your own lips before pushing him back down on the mattress.

You switched positions, tucking your arm under his sweaty neck and leaning over his body as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. His hand flew to your waist, squeezing the skin as he let you pleasure him. You sucked on spot behind his ear, pumping his cock and snapping your wrist. He moaned your name as he bucked his hips in time with your hand.

Licking a stripe across his jawbone, you caught his lips in a heated kiss, relishing in the way he panted into your mouth helplessly. When he stilled, you watched the way he screwed his eyes shut as the pleasure surged through his strong body, rippling his muscles with every clench of his core.

Lowering yourself until you were straddling his firm thighs, you take his member into your mouth, letting the warmth envelope him and increase his pleasure. The way the breath caught in his throat caused a twinge of confidence to rush through your system. Looking up, you locked eyes with him. Jimin stared down at you with such adoration it warmed your belly with butterflies.

You twisted your tongue around the tip of his cock, savoring the image of Jimin squirming under your grasp, his loud whimpers complete music to your ears. Slipping your lips over him, you slide down until you could feel his tip pressing against the back of your throat, taking him in all at once.

“F-fuck!” He cried out, reaching out a shaky hand and tangling his ringed fingers in your messy hair. You held your head still, nose brushing against his firm abdomen as his hips twitched into your mouth. You gagged at the full feeling of him down your throat and he moaned.

You began bobbing your head up and down, matching his thrusts and humming when he tugged your hair. His member twitched between your lips and you took him further into your mouth, gagging at his size.

You swallowed around his member and he let out a guttural moan, his fingers messed in your hair as he pulled the strands desperately trying to ground himself.

You swallowed again and he bucked his hips so hard you lost your grip, your hands flying to his hips to push him back down onto the mattress.

You swallowed once more and he was coming undone under you. His hot cum hit the back of your throat, as a string of curses fell from his pink lips. He thrusted into your mouth, riding out his high with heavy breaths.

Shuddering at the bitter taste, you lick him clean and crawl up to his chest. You place sweet kisses on the corners of his plump lips, brushing away the dark hair matted to his forehead with sweat. Immediately Jimin’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close and rubbing large, comforting circles up the expanse on your back.

His fingers traced invisible patterns along your skin until they tangled in the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. You could feel him playing with the clasp of the necklace wrapped around your neck. He followed the chain around your throat, brushing his knuckles against your jawline with a gentle touch, caressing your face as he stared down at you lovingly.

You blushed under his gaze, pressing your hot cheek against his plump one in a lazy attempt to hide from his gorgeous eyes. Reaching around you found the discarded blanket from earlier, and tugged the warm covers over your sweaty bodies. Nuzzling your face into Jimin’s neck, you felt his soft lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispered praise and loving words of adoration against your skin.

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink as he showered you with quiet, embarrassing compliments. Tucking your face further into the crevice of his neck, you could feel the familiar tug of sleep on your heavy eyelids. The glow of your orgasm washing over you and veiling your mind with a fuzzy warmth as it lulled you back to sleep.

The gentle feel of Jimin’s fingertips on your skin coaxing pleasant dreams and happy sensations as you let sleep pull you under. The blackness clouded your vision and you were surrounded with the heady scent of Jimin, the familiarity of his loving touch comforting and peaceful.