#he’s so cute… his pink cheeks… his soft eyes :(

[gojosoups]

cw: smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, creampie, biting, marriage, reader running a fever, lovesick gojo, fem reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, proofread ig?

a/n: guess who's back from being sick lol... burglar toji and elf king gojo coming next week :) enjoy <3

Even a fever can’t stop Gojo Satoru from fucking you.

Now obviously he took good care of you, making sure you were hydrated and well fed, checking your fever every hour, and giving you the right medicine to take like the diligent husband he is.

But it’s not his fault that he can’t say no to you. Especially not when, even on your fever, you crave him; his touch, his smell, his taste.

In sickness and in health they say.

Which is how you ended up here, legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him in deeper, closer, begging for him to go faster—but he won’t, especially when you were running a fever—and instead taking it nice and slow, savoring each drag of his cock against your velvety walls.

God his body was so hot, someone would have mistaken him as the one with a fever, not you.

His cheeks and ears blushing a cute pink, while the length and thickness of his cock curves against your sweet spot with each gentle and loving thrust. Glossy lips hovering over your flushed cheeks and pressing soothing kisses against your heated and sweaty skin while he makes love to you.

His thumb travels down south, latching on to your sensitive clit and rubbing soft circles against your bud, pulling out all sorts of gasps and moans from your lips as his eyes drink in your fever-clad self as he brings you closer to the brink of pleasure.

Tight pussy clenching around his cock, pulling him in as his cock head kisses against your cervix, a mixture of pearly white cum coating the base of his cock as he thrusts into your sobbing pussy.

Feeling your sharp nails dig into his muscular back as you reach your high, you sink your teeth into his neck as shudders travel down his spine, only further encouraging him to empty his load inside of you as you lock your ankles behind him. 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform

[gf2bellamy]

Hey, you know when spencer is doing his physics magic thing and it lands on emily head then she asks him how this works but he refuses to tell her claiming a true magician never reveals his secrets but when the reader asks him he agrees to show her immediately cuz he's so whipped and everyone's is like 🤨🤨🤨

Also happy birthday i hope you have a great year full of happiness 🫶🏻✨️❤️

magic — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: a/n: hiii !! spencer looked so cute in this scene i love early szns spence <3 also tysm that's so sweet !!! <333 also i couldnt find the a gif for this scene so this gif will have to do

You, JJ, and Garcia had gathered behind Spencer, who was seated in one of the rolling chairs, his frame hunched over a small film cannister on the desk.

He had promised to show you all a "physics magic trick," though so far, nothing magical—or even remotely interesting—had happened.

JJ glanced at you, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Nothing is happening," she whispered.

You shrugged, leaning slightly over Spencer's shoulder to get a better look at whatever he was tinkering with.

Spencer, however, seemed to be struggling. His hands fidgeted with the small plastic device on the desk, but his focus was clearly divided.

The warmth of you standing so close behind him was distracting, and he could feel the faint brush of your breath against his neck.

He cleared his throat. "Shhh, watch," he said, his voice cracking slightly and rising an octave higher than usual.

You raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick, amused glance with JJ.

Spencer’s enthusiasm was endearing, even if the trick itself seemed to be taking its sweet time.

You leaned in a little closer, your chin nearly resting on his shoulder, and you could’ve sworn you saw the tips of his ears turn pink.

And then it happened.

The small plastic device—a tiny black spring-loaded film cannister—suddenly sprang to life. With a sharp ping, it launched into the air, flying in a high arc across the bullpen. You watched, wide-eyed, as it sailed over the desks and directly toward the doorway.

Emily chose that exact moment to walk in.

The plastic projectile hit her squarely on the forehead with a soft thunk.

She froze mid-step, her hand instinctively flying to the spot where it had struck. "Ow! What—?" she exclaimed.

Spencer looked mortified. His hands flailing as he stammered out an apology. "I’m so sorry, Emily!

You couldn’t help it—a burst of laughter escaped you, quickly followed by JJ and Garcia joining in.

Emily rubbed her forehead, glaring at him. "What was that?" she asked.

Your laughter only grew louder at Spencer’s flustered expression, and the sound of it made his heart hammer in his chest. He couldn’t help but glance at you, his cheeks flushing even deeper.

"Don’t you recognize a rocket when you see one?" Garcia chimed in, her grin widening as she nudged Spencer playfully.

Spencer's voice rose slightly in defense. "I was merely demonstrating a fundamental physics law! I didn’t mean to—"

Emily waved him off, her curiosity now piqued. "Oh, show me," she said, walking over to the table where you were all gathered. She leaned in, her eyes scanning the small film cannister Spencer had been tinkering with. "How does it work?"

Spencer hesitated, then shook his head. "A magician never reveals his secrets," he said, his tone mock-serious as he gestured for her to turn around. Emily rolled her eyes but complied, stepping back as Spencer reset the device.

Spencer managed to show the trick again, but not without getting into trouble with Hotch. The girls immediately went back to their desks. Staying there even after Hotch went back to his office.

But you stayed at Spencer's desk.

You leaned against it, your arms casually crossed as you watched him fiddle with the small film cannister. “Spencer,” you said softly, causing him to tilt his head up to look at you.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice low and slightly hesitant, the way it always was when he talked to you. It was endearing, the way he got so shy, as if he were afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“How did you do that trick?” you asked, giving him your sweetest smile. You knew he’d mentioned something about magicians never revealing their secrets, but you couldn’t resist teasing him a little.

Spencer hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping back to the device in his hands.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, clearly torn between his love of sharing knowledge and his earlier declaration about magicians and their secrets.

But then he looked up at you again, and whatever resolve he had crumbled under the warmth of your smile.

“Well…” he began, his voice softening as he gave in. He gestured for you to lean in closer, and you did.

His words came quickly at first, a rapid-fire explanation of potential energy, kinetic energy, and the calculations needed to make the trick work. As he spoke, his tone grew more animated, his hands moving to illustrate his points.

You listened intently, nodding along, though half your attention was on the way his eyes sparkled with excitement.

When he finished explaining, he glanced at you, almost shyly. “Want to try it?” he asked.

You grinned. “Absolutely.”

Spencer handed you the small plastic device, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.

The contact was brief, but it sent a little jolt through you, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush.

He guided you through the steps, his voice soft, his hands hovering near yours ready to help if needed.

Your fingers brushed against his again as you adjusted the device, and you could feel the faint tremor in his hand.

It was subtle, but it was there, and it made your heart skip a beat.

Just as you were about to launch the film cannister, Emily’s voice cut through the moment. “Hey, are you showing her how to do that physics trick?” she asked, her tone accusatory.

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Spencer. “You said no one was allowed to know.”

JJ, who had been quietly observing from her desk, looked up at Emily’s words, her own eyebrow quirking in curiosity.

You glanced at Spencer, who looked like a deer caught in headlights, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a response.

But before he could say anything, you grinned and leaned back against the desk, your tone teasing. “Guess I’m special.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he might combust on the spot.

Emily shook her head. “Special, huh? Reid, you’re full of surprises.”

JJ smirked, adding, “Looks like someone’s got a soft spot.”

Spencer stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red. “I—it’s not—I mean, she just—uh—”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Spencer’s flustered expression only made it harder to stop. “Relax, Spence,” you said, gently nudging his arm. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

He looked at you, his eyes softening, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room had faded away. “Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emily and JJ exchanged a knowing look before returning to their work, leaving the two of you alone once more. You stayed there, leaning against his desk, as you asked him more questions about his magic tricks.

[stxxrlights]

#𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

drunk!sukuna who's friends call you to come pick him up because he is completely wasted. telling you that he won't stop whining your name and refuses to go with any of them. they apologize for interrupting your night but you don't mind.

drunk!sukuna who does not recognize you at first and swats your hand away everytime you try to touch him. "don't-don't touch me or i'll tell my girl-girlfriend. she's way scarier than me. and so much prettier than you".

drunk!sukuna who apologizes when he confirms that it's you over and over again with glossy eyes while his friends just shake their heads at his drunken antics. "why didn't you say it was you baby? now i feel so bad~"

drunk!sukuna who has to lean against you to walk straight and to the car as he starts blabbing about his day and other nonsense and now you truly believe that he is infact extremely wasted.

drunk!sukuna who pins you against the wall when you close the front door of your shared home trying to steal a kiss from you but you refuse though he keeps on trying. landing his kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose but not where he wants to. "stop moving and let me love you!" "you have to brush your teeth first" "fine!"

drunk!sukuna who refuses to drink a glass of water that you hand him. he's furrowing his eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at it disgustingly. "you have to drink some water, kuna" "no!" "pretty please!... for me" "...okay..."

drunk!sukuna who you help shower to prepare him for bed as he can't really do anything by himself now. but the entire time he's staring at you and relishing in the feeling on your hands roaming around his body, his cheeks growing pink as he falls more in love with you.

drunk!sukuna who starts talking about how lucky he is to have found someone like you. how it makes his heart skip a bit anytime you're worried about him and when you do cute gestures for him. he tells you that words alone can not describe how much he loves you.

drunk!sukuna who sets you on the counter as you dry his hair while his hands are firmly placed on your hips still watching you. he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can, always holding you.

drunk!sukuna who demands kisses all over his face before he goes to bed and makes you declare your love for him. "it's enough now kuna. you need to rest" "no... i need twenty more kisses and a dozen i love you's"

drunk!sukuna who finally falls asleep after his well deserved kisses and affirmations. you watch as his chest rises up and down and his lashes resting on his cheeks. he just looks so beautiful and you can't stop thinking about how soft drunk!sukuna is.

drunk!sukuna who wraps his arms around you when you get into bed with him and surprisingly he places a kiss on your forehead and in a husky voice says, "thank you for taking care of me princess. i love you so much, sweet dreams"

#comments and reblogs are appreciated

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hi🤍 could you write something about Charles toddler having a crush on one of the drivers ( one of your choice) and then she found out that the driver is taken?? A cute one where Charles " help" her go through her first heartbreak.

I love your writing ☁️

Little Heartbreak

The Ferrari garage was buzzing with activity, but Charles had only one priority—his little girl. Yn sat on the counter beside his engineers, swinging her legs back and forth, her tiny Ferrari shirt slightly oversized but still adorable. She had her favorite stuffed bunny clutched in one hand and a bright smile on her face.

“Papa, can we go see Carlos?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head up at him.

Charles chuckled, running a gentle hand through her soft curls. “You really like visiting him, don’t you, mon amour?”

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “He’s so nice to me! And he’s funny! And…” Her cheeks turned a little pink as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “I just like him a lot.”

Charles bit back a smile. He knew his daughter had a small, innocent crush on Carlos. Every time they visited the Williams garage, Yn would light up, practically bouncing on her feet when Carlos greeted her. And Carlos, always kind and playful, made time for her no matter how busy he was.

“Alright, ma princesse,” Charles said, lifting her into his arms. “Let’s go say hi.”

Yn squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the Williams garage.

When they arrived, the Williams team was working, mechanics moving around as engineers talked in hushed tones. But Yn’s eyes were locked on him—Carlos, who stood near his car, laughing with a woman.

Charles immediately recognized her—Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend. She was beautiful, kind, and Charles had always thought they made a lovely couple.

Just as Charles was about to get Yn’s attention, Carlos leaned in, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss on Rebecca’s lips. It wasn’t anything dramatic, just a gentle kiss filled with warmth and love.

Charles didn’t even have time to react before he felt Yn’s little body stiffen in his arms. Her tiny hands clutched his shirt tightly, and when he glanced down, he saw her big green eyes wide with surprise.

Carlos and Rebecca turned, spotting them. Carlos grinned. “Charles! Yn! Hey, come here.”

Rebecca smiled warmly. “Hi, Yn. Carlos has told me so much about you.”

Yn’s lower lip trembled, and Charles’ heart clenched. Oh, no.

Carlos took a step closer, but before he could say anything else, a tear slipped down Yn’s cheek. She sniffled, quickly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to be brave. But Charles knew his little girl too well.

“Mon amour,” Charles murmured softly, adjusting his hold on her. “What’s wrong?”

Yn let out a tiny, shaky breath before whispering in his ear, “Il m'aime pas.” (He doesn't love me)

Charles felt his heart break in two. His little girl, experiencing her first innocent heartbreak, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Carlos’ eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, Yn, I—” He reached out, but Yn buried her face in Charles’ chest, tiny hands gripping his shirt tightly as soft sniffles escaped her.

Rebecca, noticing the situation, placed a gentle hand on Carlos’ arm, giving him a sympathetic look.

Charles gave them both an apologetic smile. “It’s okay, really. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Carlos still looked stricken. “I didn’t mean to make her sad…”

“I know,” Charles reassured him before rubbing Yn’s back soothingly. “I think we should go, mon cœur.”

Yn didn’t say anything, just nodded against his chest. Without another word, Charles turned and walked back toward the Ferrari garage, his daughter curled up in his arms, her little heart hurting for the first time.

When Charles stepped back into the Ferrari garage, Lewis was standing near the espresso machine, sipping his coffee. He took one look at Charles and Yn and immediately raised an eyebrow.

“What happened?”

Charles sighed, sitting down on the couch, keeping Yn close as she sniffled into his shoulder. “A little heartbreak,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her back.

Lewis frowned before setting his coffee down and crouching in front of them. “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Yn peeked up at him, her eyes watery. “C-Carlos has a girlfriend…”

Lewis blinked, glancing at Charles, who just nodded. Understanding dawned on his face, and he softened immediately.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lewis cooed, reaching out to gently wipe a tear from Yn’s cheek. “I know that must feel really sad.”

Yn sniffled, nodding. “I… I wanted to marry him.”

Lewis chuckled softly. “Oh, my love, that’s very sweet of you.” He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “But I promise, one day, you’ll meet someone even more special, and they’ll love you just as much as you love them.”

Charles smiled at Lewis gratefully, watching as his daughter relaxed in the older driver’s arms.

Lewis pressed a kiss to the top of Yn’s head. “And you know what always makes me feel better?”

Yn wiped her nose. “What?”

Lewis grinned. “Flowers.”

Charles’ eyes lit up. That was it. He gently pulled Yn back into his arms. “Mon amour, will you stay with Tonton Lewlew for a few minutes?”

Yn nodded, resting her head on Lewis’ chest as the Mercedes driver rocked her gently.

Charles quickly slipped away, hurrying out of the garage.

Charles returned ten minutes later, a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands. He smiled when he saw Lewis still cuddling Yn, quietly telling her a story.

“Mon cœur,” Charles called gently.

Yn looked up, her eyes still a little puffy but filled with curiosity when she saw what he was holding.

“These are for you,” Charles said, kneeling in front of her. “Because you are the most beautiful, sweetest girl in the whole world.”

Yn gasped softly, reaching out to touch the petals. “For me?”

Charles smiled warmly. “For you, ma princesse.”

Yn threw her tiny arms around her Papa’s neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Papa!”

Charles kissed the top of her head. “Always, mon amour.”

Lewis ruffled her hair. “See? Flowers always make things better.”

Yn giggled, holding her bouquet close. “They’re so pretty.”

Charles smiled, relieved to see his little girl happy again.

And just like that, Yn’s heartbreak was replaced with warmth, love, and the understanding that no matter what, her Papa would always be there to make things better.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[liwinly]

──── LIKE ITS MAGNETIC !

enhypen hyung line ｡｡ when they are down bad

fluff romance slice of life ✶ skinship 【 CATALOGUE 】

ꢾ꣒ REBLOGS & FEEDBACKS

HEESEUNG

Heeseung swears he’s never felt this way before. The kind of love that makes his heart stutter, his stomach flutter, his mind spin like a scratched record stuck on your name.

Right now, you’re curled up on his couch, wrapped in a blanket, munching on the snacks he bought just for you. He watches you with a soft smile, utterly smitten.

“You’re staring,” you tease, throwing a popcorn kernel at him.

He catches it with ease, popping it into his mouth. “Can’t help it. You’re too pretty.”

You roll your eyes, but your pink cheeks give you away. “Cheesy.”

“And you love it.” Heeseung grins, shifting closer, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzles into your neck, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so in love with you, it’s crazy.”

Your heart swells as you whisper back, “Good, because I’m just as in love with you.”

JAY

Jay never believed in love at first sight — until you.

It started with small things. The way your laughter filled the room, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved, the way you made his world brighter just by being in it. Before he knew it, he was falling. Hard.

Tonight, as you walk beside him, fingers brushing against his, Jay feels his heart race. The city lights cast a soft glow on your face, making you look even more ethereal.

“Jay?” You call his name, tilting your head.

“Hm?”

“You’ve been staring.”

A sheepish chuckle escapes his lips. “Can you blame me?” Then, gathering his courage, he gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think I’m falling for you.”

You squeeze his hand, a shy smile forming. “Good. Because I’ve already fallen for you.”

JAKE

Jake never thought he’d be this whipped. But here he is, sitting across from you at a café, completely mesmerized as you ramble about your day, hands animated, eyes sparkling.

He rests his chin on his palm, grinning like a fool. “You’re so cute.”

You pause mid-sip of your drink, raising a brow. “Where did that come from?”

Jake shrugs, leaning closer. “Just stating facts. Love looks good on you.”

Your cheeks turn pink, and you try to hide your flustered expression behind your cup. “Who said I was in love?”

He smirks, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Your eyes did.”

You roll your eyes but can’t stop smiling. “Fine. Maybe I am.”

Jake chuckles, taking your hand in his. “Good. Because I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.”

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon isn’t the best with words. He’s never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but when it comes to you, everything changes.

Right now, you're pouting at him, arms crossed. "You forgot our ice cream date."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't forget—I just got caught up at practice." Guilt seeps into his voice as he watches your expression soften.

"You could’ve texted me," you mumble.

Sunghoon exhales, stepping closer. "I know. And I'm sorry." He hesitates before taking your hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I don’t say it enough, but... I really, really like you. You’re the only person I want to spend my time with."

Your heart flutters at his rare confession. Smiling, you squeeze his hand. "Fine. You’re forgiven—if you buy me two scoops."

Sunghoon chuckles. "Deal."

── .✦ @amoressb @chrrific @woniefication @ijustwannareadstuff20 @cheruphic @irasvr @puma-riki

[mazzurin]

Humans have this thing called "cuteness aggression". Humans experiencing cuteness aggression may feel the urge to bite, pinch, squeeze, or even crush something cute, but it's not a genuine desire to cause harm.

That was what the human was feeling right now. They sat still on Asmo's bed while watching him get ready for their hang out. They watched how Asmo was humming a tune of the new hit song from an idol in Devildom. He looked so happy and content while putting on some eye make-up.

The human stood up from his bed and walked towards him with a blank face. 'Asmo's so cute...he looks like a bunny', the human thought.

Asmo watched the human walk towards him through the mirror. "Hm?~ I wonder what my little lamb needs?~" He hummed in a cheery tone.

The human stared at how soft his cheeks looked. They were like steamed buns with a blush of pink. In another comparison, like a bunny.

They leaned down to his shoulders and bit it gently.

...

Asmo blinked and gasped in surprise from the sudden movement of the human. "...dear, what are you doing?" He asked.

They mumbled an apology before placing their hands on his shoulders. "You looked so cute that I wanted to bite your cheeks...but you'll get mad if I ruined your makeup..."

Asmo's brush was dropped to his desk and he turned around to face the human slowly. "Hm..I think you spend too much time with Beel..." He nagged and stood up.

With a smile, he wrapped his arms around the human and kissed their cheek. "But still~ I guess I could forgive you for biting my shoulder~ You called me cute after all!" He cheered. As Asmo was attacking them with kisses, they felt it again. The cuteness aggression. With a swift of a second, they wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as they could.

Asmo's giggles filled the room. "Dear, you're very affectionate right now. I wonder why?~" He whispered through their ear before cupping their face.

"...you're too cute Asmo, makes me want to eat you"

Asmo's smile turned into a playful smirk. "Now that's not what you want to tell the Avatar of Lust if you want to keep your clothes on!" He chuckled and gave the human a kiss on the forehead.

After half an hour of literally just being in each other's arms, they finally decided it was time to leave and went to the jewelry store just like what they had originally planned for today.

The human was squeezing and pinching and attacking Asmo with kisses every now and then the whole day. Needless to say, Asmo was very happy. So was the human, of course.

~

"...and suddenly they bit my shoulder! It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just so random..." Asmo threw his arms up in the air as he was telling the tale to Solomon.

The sorcerer chuckled and flipped a page from his book. "I think they got cuteness aggression, Asmo" He could relate to his fellow human in a way. Asmo was just one hell of an adorable demon as far as he has known the Avatar of Lust.

The lust demon looked at him confused. "Cuteness...what?" He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer to the table to get closer to Solomon. "Is that some kind of illness?"

Solomon shook his head with a smile and closed his book, his attention now full on the demon in front of him. "Cute aggression is a psychological phenomenon where humans experience the urge to squeeze, bite, or pinch something perceived as cute, not with the intention to harm, but as a way to cope with overwhelming positive emotions." He explained thoroughly. The demon looked at him in awe.

"Humans do that? That's so cute!~" He exclaimed. Solomon watched the demon ramble about how cute humans are and their behaviours. The sorcerer couldn't stop himself, after all, he is a human too.

He grabbed Asmo's hand and squeezed it before placing a kiss on top of his hand. Asmo stopped rambling and looked at the sorcerer in shock and excitement. "...Is this also a cuteness aggression you talk about?"

Solomon chuckled and gave him another squeeze before letting go of his hand. "Perhaps."

[222col]

wait bimbo!reader x rafe and she’s playing with his gun 😄😄😄😄

bimbo!reader x rafe cameron

summary: showing rafe the polaroid you took with his gun was never going to be a good idea

cw .ᐟ nsfw, gunplay

꒰ notes ꒱ ty for the req anon !!!! <3 this is my first time writing for rafe so aaaaa <333 nervous

"rafey, doesn't this look so cute?"

you had to be fucking stupid, or just really wanted to piss rafe off that day. walking to stand between his legs where he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the phone he was scrolling before you walked in to the side as he looks up at you. "what is it, baby?" he murmurs, noticing the polaroid in your hand.

a picture of you. holding his gun. wrapped in a fucking bow. mouth parted as the metal rests against your cheek. "tell me that's not real," he grits his teeth, chest already puffing out as he examines the picture. "babygirl, tell me right now that isn't a real gun."

you're still all giggles, pulling the piece of metal from the waistband of your denim shorts, pink ribbon still tied around the barrel. "you tell me," you giggle, oh too sweetly, waving the thing around in your hand, causing rafe to stand up from his place on the bed, immediately. "i found it in your car." the vein in rafe's forehead is prominent, snatching the gun from your grasp, his jaw clenched. he can't even begin to explain his anger.

"are you fucking stupid?" he spits, shaking his head as he paces back and forth beside you. only stopping to lock eyes with you, pulling the pink ribbon from around the barrel, the gun now pointed in your direction. "don't you ever touch this again, you hear me?"

gulping down the lump in your throat, nodding your head softly, only know realising exactly how real the gun is. rafe steps closer to you, pistol still firmly pointed toward you. backing up until your legs hit the mattress, causing you to fall back backwards onto the bed. "this is to protect us, protect you," rafe sneers, moving to stand at the foot of the bed above your body, pulling your hair to force your gaze solely onto him.

"do you understand that?" your lip quivers, words escaping you, only managing a weak nod up to your boyfriend. "tell me you fucking understand." rafe spits, forcing the gun closer to your face, your breathing growing erratic at the action.

"i- i understand," you murmur, stumbling over the words, knuckles white from clutching the bed sheets so tightly.

it's only in that moment that rafe's demeanour changes, still angry— but there's something else there, too. desire, lust. he's always loved the power he had over you, but this? this was a new level. the gun wasn't even loaded, he fucking hoped, but seeing the wobble of your lip, the glossy look in your eye, it was doing things to him. "gotta look after you, princess, that's all."

you could see rafe's anger subside, but the fear hadn't left you completely. especially not when he begins to trail the piece of metal down your chest, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in it's wake before rafe pauses it's movements above the waistband to your shorts. "you know i'd go crazy if anything happened to you," he mumbles, his free hand buttoning your shorts to gently pull them down your legs.

"i- i know, rafey," you whisper, breathing still shaky as the denim falls to the floor. gasping as you feel the cold metal of the pistol press against the hem of your panties. "spread your legs." rafe orders, his eyes glued to the sight before him. his look almost predatory, watching the gun ghost over your bundle of nerves, as though he isn't the one controlling it. a groan gets stuck in his throat, watching you bring your knees up, the white frilly socks on your feet placed spread out in front of him.

his free hand now rests on your knee, stood at the foot of the bed, pressing the pistol firmly against your clit. rafe's bottom lip is between his teeth, cock aching behind his shorts. the fear in your eyes still showing despite the soft whimpers of pleasure that threaten to leave our mouth. "rafe, i- you're scaring—"

"shush, baby," he murmurs, cutting you off with a simple shake of the head. moving his hand from your knee to pull the lace of your underwear to the side, breathing in sharply as the metal touches you without restriction. you can't stop the way your mouth parts, head falling back slightly once rafe starts to move the pistol against your clit. "you're such a good girl." he coos, mouth watering at the sight before him.

soft moans begin to fall from your mouth, whimpers getting caught in your throat, only encouraging rafe to pick up the pace. the metal sliding over you with ease as you grow wetter. your eyes flutter shut, and rafe can't physically stop himself from reaching for his phone to quickly take a few pictures for his private collection. throwing the phone back down before your eyes even reopen.

the band in your stomach is tightening at an embarrassingly quick pace, clenching around nothing as your hips buck up against the pistol. "fuck, careful," he warns, using his free hand to hold your hip down against the mattress. "don't fucking move."

"rafey- shit, g'nna cum—" you mumble, attempting to stay still as per instruction. forcing yourself to keep your back from arching or your hips from bucking up again. your moans grow louder, searching rafe's eyes for permission. he smirks as you do, nodding his head. "be a'good girl."

rafe has to resist sucking your release from the pistol as he removes the metal from your core, letting you calm down before pointing the gun towards you once more. "you are not allowed anywhere near this thing, okay?" he speaks, voice stern as he stands above you.

"what if you wanna do that again?" you whisper, the hint of a smirk threatening to grace your lips.

"don't be a fucking smartass."

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[liberty-barnes]

to the girls made of glass

Arthur Leclerc x Female!Reader

Part 2 to you will not always want to shatter

Summary: The next day. (In hindsight, he doesn't know why he told his family anything) 

Warnings: mostly fluff but also this turned out sadder than i expected it to? but happy ending dw, lorenzo has eldest child syndrome, mentions of masculinity and its expectations in our patriarchal world, mentions of the media being dicks (specifically about a child being born out of wedlock)

Word Count: 2.5k words + however many are in the texts

Estimated Reading Time: 16 minutes

A/N: i don't know how but i ended up making a part two so. enjoy, i suppose! don't forget to add yourself to my taglist if you wanna be notified in the future <3

the purse mentioned in this fic is the Multitaker Bag in Blush by Poppy and Peonies aka my dream bag (and the essentials is indeed all of my essentials...might have a problem)

Title from Shelby Leigh's book girl made of glass

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Arthur took a deep breath, shaking his hands at his side, trying to shake off his nervousness as well. 

07:58.

He rang the doorbell.

There was some shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened and he was face to face with her again.

(Y/n).

“Hi, love, come on in, I’ve just gotta get my purse, which is… somewhere, surely.”

Embarrassingly, he was frozen in place. 

“Arthur?”

“You look really pretty.”

He could feel his cheeks heat up as soon as those words made it out of his mouth. That was supposed to be an inside thought. Was it too much to ask for the ground to swallow him whole?

She smiled at him, eyes going all soft and shiny and… wow. Just wow.

“You’re cute.”

She grabbed the front of his sweater and dragged him inside. He really should try to care more about her manhandling him. Surely, normal people would feel disgruntled by it, right?

Meh, who cares? Not him.

A loud skidding sound made him snap his head to the ground, right before Circe collided with his shins.

“Oh, hello there.”

She made a sound which he could only described as an impatient scream, rubbing herself all over every part of him she could reach, stretching her paws as high as they could go. He crouched down to pet her, although frankly, it felt a lot more like she was the one headbutting his hand hard enough that he feared there would be bruises.

“Yeah, fun fact, she’s actually an absolute menace and she missed you a lot. She tends to scream if we don’t immediately give her attention.”

He frowned.

“But she was so calm yesterday.”

(Y/n) only cackled loudly, clipping on her earrings. 

“Yeah, cause she was on her absolute best behaviour until she was sure you were infatuated with her. That’s gone out the window now, I’m afraid.”

She looked around her, huffing loudly.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, where did I put that damned purse? I swear my things always decide to disappear the moment I need them.”

Arthur looked up from Circe’s very soft fur to where (Y/n) was standing right in front of him, hands on her hips.

Huh. Nice view.

Shut up, Arthur.

“What does it look like? I’ll help you find it.”

“It’s a blush pink bag from Poppy and Peonies, it’s got black edges, and creases on the sides from the amount of times I’ve managed to overload it.”

He nodded and got up, moving along with her while looking for the bag. There was a bag on her kitchen counter. Pink. black edges. Creases on the sides. “Um, is this… is this the bag?”

He pointed at it, and (Y/n) looked up from her spot near the couch in the living room.

“Yes! You found it! Thank you so much, angel, can you bring it to me?”

He lifted it up, surprised at the weight of it. She walked over and took it from him effortlessly.

“Um… Are you sure you’re gonna need all that?”

She nodded, putting on her shoes.

“Of course, it’s only the essentials.”

He blinked at her. His essentials were his phone, wallet, and keys. Those fit in his pockets.

“Essentials?”

“Yeah, you know. Phone, keys, wallet–”

Okay, so, much the same.

“A small first aid kit, small water bottle, chapstick–”

That was understandable.

“Phone charger, a bag of period essentials, pen, tiny notepad, chewing gum–”

Right, it was starting to sound like a bit much for a trip to the bakery.

“Makeup wipes, tissues, hard candies for if my sugar drops, a pill organiser with all the tablets needed in case of an emergency, headphones–”

She was still going?

“Sunglasses, mirror, portable toothbrush and paste, tiny makeup bag with my essentials, mini deodorant, mini perfume, mini hand lotion, mini sunscreen–”

Arthur didn’t even know so many miniatures existed.

“Nail file, fidget toy, and a Swiss army knife. The essentials.”

Arthur thought back to his mother and the giant purse she carried everywhere. And how Charlotte and Alexandra always had an extra ‘big’ purse that they left in the car when going out in addition to their ‘small’ purse that they took outside with them. Wisely, he decided it was best not to comment.

“Makes sense.”

The smile he got in return was definitely worth his silence.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the flat, leaving a disgruntled Circe behind.

He couldn’t find it in himself to do anything but smile about it.

—

The bakery was really nice. (Y/n) ordered a hot chocolate, despite the weather being nowhere near cold enough to warrant it. They sat outside, on a little two-person couch, facing the water.

It was nice. Peaceful. Comfortable.

He brought the cappuccino he ordered to his mouth.

“So, what did you tell your family about me?”

His guardian angel must have been watching over him because he narrowly avoided choking on his sip of coffee.

He looked at her, wide-eyed.

“How did you know I told my family about you?”

She smirked mischievously and he felt a chill go down his spine.

“I didn’t.”

He blinked at her.

“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I expected you to. So, what did they say?”

She ‘expected him to’? 

Maybe his mom and sisters-in-law were right when they said she knew how pathetic he was.

“Well, Lorenzo’s convinced you’re secretly an axe murderer.”

She laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut.

“Fortunately, he’s alone in that thought. Everyone else was just happy I met someone…”

He hesitated, deciding to keep the rest to himself, but something must have shown on his face because she suddenly turned to him.

“There’s something else.”

He avoided her eyes.

“Come on then, out with it. There’s nothing you can say that I’ll take offence to.”

“Well, um… They just said that uh… They kinda… forgot? That your dad had an older daughter. Since you didn’t go to races a lot, but your siblings showed up every now and then when Kimi was still racing.”

It felt awkward to say. Uncomfortable. But she surprised him yet again by not appearing the slightest bit offended, only smiling in a bittersweet way.

“Yeah. Dad learned early on that it was safer for me to stay out of the public eye. I went to races almost all the time, actually, people just never saw me cause I stayed out of the way.”

“But your siblings–”

“Were born of a happy, loving marriage. Whenever they’re mentioned, the media just focuses on how well-raised they are, and how sweet it is to see them support their father. As for me… It didn’t quite work the same way. Whenever people were reminded of my existence, they just wanted to see how bad of a fuck-up Kimi Räikkönen’s bastard daughter would grow up to be. Dad didn’t want people talking about me that way, so he made sure they never talked about me at all.”

She stared out at the horizon, only a small hint of sadness present in her voice.

“That must have been hard.”

She pursed her lips.

“It was, at first. It took me a while to understand why I couldn’t be in the garage with everyone else, watching the race, hugging him for good luck before he went out. But the older I got, the more I came to appreciate it. Even though he couldn’t show it to the world, I never doubted that Dad loved me. I didn’t get to be my father’s daughter in the way my siblings do, but I got to be myself in a way they likely never will. I got to grow up without cameras in my face, without people gasping whenever they heard my name. I could go out with my friends and make mistakes without fear of the consequences. I got to choose what I wanted to do with my life without the general public’s opinions clouding my judgment. That’s a luxury people like me don’t often get.”

He couldn’t help but imagine a little (Y/n) in the Ferrari garage, wanting to wish her Dad good luck but being unable to because of the cameras around.

“You’re very strong, you know? I don’t know if I could be as understanding about it if I’d been in your shoes.”

She shrugged.

“It is what it is. No point in crying about it.”

She looked back at him with an easy smile on her face.

“What about now, though? Do you still have to hide?”

She tilted her head to the side.

“I mean, I don’t have to, I just don’t have a reason to change. The media would probably focus on all the wrong things in my life, only thing they’d care about is that I don’t have a job that makes money.”

“How so?”

“I got a Bachelor’s in business and comp sci, but I never wanted to just work for a greedy capitalistic company. It’s just not me. I’m lucky that my dad has more than enough money to provide for our family for generations to come, so I wanted to give back, in a way. I work as a web manager for a few charities around the globe, all non-profit, and do a ton of volunteering in my free time. But that means that my only source of income is my trust fund and the money my dad sends me.”

He looked at her with barely concealed awe in his eyes.

“(Y/n), fuck… That’s amazing, that you’re doing all this.”

She shrugged.

“I like it. And Dad supports me wholeheartedly. But if the media knew–”

“They would just paint you as another spoiled nepo baby who refuses to get a job.”

“Exactly.”

He felt–

Honestly, he couldn’t fully describe what he felt. Anger. Sadness. Righteous fury. The sudden and overwhelming urge to wrap himself around her like an octopus and shield her from the media’s eyes.

“Are you done with your drink and food?”

He blinked at her.

“Um… Yes?”

She smiled mischievously again, like the previous conversation had never happened.

“Good. Because we have reservations in thirty minutes.”

“Wait, what?”

“What is this place?”

He looked around in wonder. Everything was so colourful, so big. He could practically feel his body buzzing with energy.

“Trampoline park. Usually it’s full of people, but on a Tuesday at half nine in the morning? I’d be surprised if we weren’t the only ones here.”

She walked over to the reception desk, leaving Arthur to look around in wonder. There was a foam pit, rope ladders, and was that a climbing wall?

“Come on, pretty boy, leave your stuff in the locker and take off your shoes, time to have some fun.”

He felt his cheeks heat up at the nickname. He practically tripped over himself to get ready.

“Off we go.”

She took his hand and started to run in the direction of the trampolines.

He looked at the smile on her face and had the sudden thought that, so as long as she kept smiling at him like that, he’d follow her to hell and back.

—-—

Arthur was asleep on her couch. After two hours spent at the trampoline park and a hearty meal of lasagna and steamed broccoli, he seemed to have fallen into a coma, head pillowed on her thighs and arms hugging Circe to his chest.

She ran her fingers through his scalp absentmindedly. She’d changed the channel as soon as he’d fallen asleep, continuing her rewatch of Bones. There was no work to be done today, so she could afford to relax.

Her eyes were starting to get heavy when her phone beeped with a notification.

By the time she put the phone down and looked back at Arthur, he was awake and staring at her with sleep-filled eyes.

“Hey, baby boy. How you feeling?”

He hummed, nuzzling into her hand.

“Still tired?”

He nodded, eyes fluttering close when she hit a spot on his scalp that practically made him purr.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

His voice sounded hoarse from sleep, but oh so adorable.

“Yeah, love?”

“Why do you do that?”

She furrowed her brows.

“Do what?”

It seemed to take an eternity for him to voice out what he was thinking.

���The nice things. You made me food, and paid for our breakfast, and you drove and opened the door for me. Why?”

She shrugged minutely.

“I don’t know. I guess I just enjoy taking care of you. Do you not like it?”

“No, I do!”

He looked like he was afraid she’d stop if he didn’t get the words out fast enough. To be honest, it was quite sweet.

“It feels nice…”

She traced the blush on his cheeks with the pads of her fingers, feeling her carefully guarded heart want to burst out of her chest and hand itself over to Arthur.

“Well, good. You deserve to be taken care of.”

He kept looking at her while she gently ran her fingers all over his face, feather-light, tracing constellations in the barely-there freckles.

“I wanna date you. But I don’t think we should.”

She fought against her every instinct to bristle and lash out. It felt awfully familiar to be told she “shouldn’t” date someone. But what was it this time? Was it the money? The fame? The media?

Or was one day enough for Arthur to realise she was simply not good enough? 

That no matter how hard she tried, she was still nothing more than a bastard child, abandoned by her mother, abandoned by the world, never deserving of anything more than she was already lucky enough to have?

“If you date me you’ll be back in the public eye. People are gonna take pictures of us everywhere. And they’ll tear you apart just for being with me. But you’ve worked too hard to create a safe life. I’m not worth you giving that up.”

She locked eyes with him.

“You should not be trusted to make decisions if you’re gonna be self-deprecating about them.”

“It’s true though, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” she ran her thumbs under the dark circles that still stained his eyes. “But shouldn’t that be my choice to make?”

“You’re too good for me anyway.”

She laughed ruefully, heart starting to beat a bit faster.

“Many people would disagree.”

“Many people would be wrong.”

“I disagree.”

“Then you’re wrong.”

He said it with such conviction, such absolute certainty, like he was shattering years upon years of her feelings of inadequacy.

“Where did you even come from?”

He blinked innocently up at her.

“My mother’s vagina.”

She pushed him off the couch.

translations for the finnish (which i got off google so pls forgive any mistakes)

I love you, dad

I love you too, snowflake

tadaaa! hope you guys enjoyed that! before you ask, no, i do not have any plans to make a part 3 to this for two reasons: first is because idk what i would write, and second is because the quote that these fics were named after (to the girls made of glass / you will not always want to shatter) was a two-part one and i don't know what i'd name the third. so it will stay as a duology.

Don't forgot to comment and reblog, asks and DMs are always open!

-Love, Miah <3

For the people that wanted part 2:

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[ivyues]

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O always having cold hands

Bang Chan

The soft hum of music played in the background as you sat back on your boyfriend’s bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone while he worked on his laptop beside you.

Chris reached out absentmindedly, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. His hand paused. Then, he touched your hand again, this time with more intent.

His brows furrowed as he turned to look at you. “Are you cold? Do you want me to turn the AC down? Or do you need a hoodie?” He was already shifting like he was about to get up and grab something for you.

You felt your face get warm. “Chris, stopstop, it’s fine—” you stammered, covering your face with your sleeves. “I’m not even that cold.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back, watching you with amusement. “You sure?”

“I’m sure!” You peeked at him through your fingers, only to see the teasing glint in his eyes. “My hands are just always cold.”

He reached out again, this time taking your hand properly and wrapping his fingers around it. His grip was warm, steady, and familiar. “Well, even if you won’t take a hoodie, at least let me warm your hands for a bit.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t even doing much – just holding your hand – but the way his thumb gently rubbed against your skin made it feel so much more intimate. You wanted to melt.

Trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped, you huffed. “You’re so annoying.”

Chan only grinned, his dimples appearing. “Yeah, yeah. But you love me.”

And, well… he wasn’t wrong.

Lee Know

“Tch.” Lee Know shook his head as he noticed you rubbing your hands together for warmth. But before you could defend yourself, he grabbed one of your hands, his warm fingers wrapping firmly around yours. Without a word, he shoved both of your hands into the pocket of his coat.

Surprised, you glanced up at him, but he was already looking ahead, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I swear, you’re a hassle,” he muttered, tugging you along with him as we walked.

“You’re the one who grabbed my hand,” you teased, enjoying the warmth that spread from where our hands were joined.

Lee Know scoffed, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to hear you complaining about having cold hands again.”

With that, he picked up the pace, his steps quicker than before. You stumbled slightly, trying to match his speed as he dragged you along.

“Minho, why are you walking so fast?!” you gasped, struggling to keep up.

“You were walking too slow before,” he said simply, glancing at me with a smirk. “And you're warming up this way.”

“I swear, you just like making me suffer,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to match his strides.

Lee Know let out an amused chuckle but didn’t slow down. If anything, he tugged you closer, ensuring that even as he sped up, our hands stayed firmly together in his pocket. The warmth of his hand, the way he stubbornly held onto me despite his teasing, made my heart race a bit faster.

Lee Know turned his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah,” he said, squeezing my fingers again, “I just like keeping you close.”

Changbin

“Binnie~” you cooed, snuggling closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled at your tone, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. “What is it, baby?” he asked, amused.

“I just love you so much,” you said sweetly, peppering his cheek with soft kisses. Your fingers traced small his arm as you sighed dreamily. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Changbin’s heart melted at your sudden burst of affection. He adored how cuddly and cute you could be, and he wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. “Aww, what’s gotten into you?” he teased, though he was clearly enjoying the attention.

“I just wanna love you,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso. You nuzzled into his neck, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered, “You’re so warm.”

And he was. That was the whole point. Because, unbeknownst to him, your hands were freezing.

You slowly slid your hands under his shirt, pressing your icy fingers against his warm back.

“AH—!” Changbin jolted, his entire body tensing as he let out a strangled yelp. “Y/N, what the—?!”

You burst into laughter, holding onto him as he squirmed. “I was cold!” you confessed between giggles. “And you’re so warm, Binnie~”

He whipped his head around to glare at you, but his pout only made you laugh harder. “Wah.. All that cuteness—just to attack me with your freezing hands?”

You pouted, batting your eyelashes innocently. “But I love you…”

Changbin groaned, but his ears were red, and you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to warm you up without you sticking your hands up his shirt.

Hyunjin

The moment you stepped back into the room after washing your hands, you found Hyunjin sprawled across the couch, his limbs taking up the space. The soft glow of the room made his features look even more delicate. But the pout on his lips told you something’s up.

“Love,” he whined, stretching his arms. “Come here.”

You raised an eyebrow, walking closer. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a dramatic sigh and shifted to sit up, looking at you with those warm brown eyes that never fail to make your heart race. “My face feels puffy,” he mumbled. “And your hands are always cold. Can you put them on my face?”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head at him, but your heart melted at the request. “You just want an excuse to be pampered, don’t you?”

Hyunjin grined but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he pat his cheeks with a finger. “Please?”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stepped closer and placed your hands on either side of his face. The instant your cold fingers made contact with his warm skin, he shuddered dramatically, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ohhh, that’s nice,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. His lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he looked completely at peace.

You couldn't help but smile, your thumbs gently brushing against his soft skin. “You’re so dramatic.”

Hyunjin cracked one eye open, smirking. “And yet, you love me for it.”

You laughed, but he’s not wrong. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Now you’re stuck,” he humed. “Gotta stay and keep my face cool.”

Han

Han had invited you out for a late-night stroll after practice, claiming he needed fresh air – and an excuse to see you, as he later admitted with a sheepish grin.

Walking beside him, you glanced at him curiously as he wordlessly pushed his sleeve down over his hand, wrapping it in the fabric until only his fingertips peeked out. Then, in an exaggeratedly careful manner, he reached his bundled-up hand out towards you.

You blinked. “What… are you doing?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “What do you mean? I’m just, y’know… offering my hand like a normal boyfriend.”

You stifled a giggle, eyes flickering to his sleeve-covered fingers. “Are you scared of my hands?”

“I am not scared,” he insisted immediately, though the slight pout on his lips told another story. “I’m just… preparing myself! Last time felt like grabbing an ice cube straight from the freezer. I have to take necessary precautions.”

Shaking your head fondly, you took his offered hand, feeling the warmth of his palm even through the fabric. Han let out a small, satisfied hum, as if proud of his clever solution. After a few moments of walking in silence, he finally glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Not bad, right?” he murmured.

You squeezed his hand lightly, your cold fingers pressing against the soft material of his sleeve. “Not bad at all.”

Han grinned. “Good. Because I plan to keep holding your hand all night – and without dying.”

Felix

Felix had always been an affectionate person. But every time he tried to lace his fingers with yours, you always found a way to avoid it – adjusting your bag, fixing your sleeve, pretending to check your phone. At first, he thought it was a coincidence, but after months, he knew better.

And so, one evening, he decided to ask you.

"Baby… Can I ask you something?" His voice was soft, uncertain.

You turned to him, slightly caught off guard by his serious tone. "Of course."

"Why don’t you ever hold my hand?" He looked down, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "I’ve tried so many times, but you always dodge it." His eyes flickered up to meet yours, warm and a little nervous. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to, I promise. I just… wanted to know why."

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to make him feel rejected – it was the last thing you wanted.

"It’s not that I don’t want to," you admitted. "It’s just… my hands are always cold."

Felix blinked. "Cold?"

You nodded, rubbing your palms together. "Like, ridiculously cold. Ice cube levels. I just figured… it wouldn’t be pleasant for you." You hesitated before adding.

For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached for your hand.

"Felix—"

He took it in both of his, his warmth instantly wrapping around your fingers. He squeezed lightly, as if to reassure you.

"You weren’t making me uncomfortable," he said firmly. "I just want to hold your hand because it’s yours. I don’t care if it’s cold."

Seungmin

Seungmin lounged comfortably on the couch with you, his phone in one hand and a lazy smile tugging at his lips. Setting his phone down, he reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Ah, here,” he said simply, tossing something at you.

You barely managed to catch it, blinking down at the small, round object in your hands. It was a hand warmer, soft to the touch, with a cute puppy face printed on it. 

“Where did you—?”

“Just take it,” he interrupted, leaning his head back against the couch. “I swear, every time we go out, you’re always complaining about how cold your hands are. This way, I won’t have to hear it anymore.”

Despite his teasing tone, there was something undeniably fond in his expression, in the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, as if checking to see if you liked it.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. You turned the hand warmer over in your palm, unable to stop the small smile forming on your lips. “It’s a puppy,” you pointed out, amused.

“Yeah, well, you like cute things,” Seungmin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And you’re basically useless when your hands are cold, so it’s a win-win.”

You scoffed, tossing a cushion at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “You could’ve just admitted that you’re being nice to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.” But his voice was light, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was holding back a real smile. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he added, “But don’t you dare forget it the next time we go out.”

I.N

It was freezing outside, and despite being bundled up, the cold still seeped through your fingers. Your boyfriend was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the mischievous plan forming in your mind.

A smirk crept onto your lips as you slowly inched closer. You knew he hated the cold, and his reactions were always priceless. Silently, you slipped behind him and pressed your freezing fingers against the warm skin of his neck.

“AHH!” I.N practically yelped, his whole body jerking as he scrambled forward. He whipped around with wide eyes, hand clapping over his neck as he stared at you in betrayal. “Yah! Why would you do that?!”

You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. His pout deepened, and he crossed his arms. “That was so mean,” he whined.

Still giggling, you reached out, but he flinched away dramatically. “No! I don’t trust you anymore,” he huffed, scooting further from you.

“Aww, come on,” you teased. But before you could get any closer, I.N lunged at you, pinning you down as his fingers found your sides.

“No—AH! Stop!” you squealed, writhing under his relentless tickles. You kicked your legs, trying to escape, but he showed no mercy.

“If you get to mess with me, then I get to mess with you,” he laughed as you gasped for breath.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t do it again!” you cried between giggles, tears forming in your eyes.

I.N finally stopped, letting you catch your breath. He sat back with a triumphant smile

You glared at him playfully, rubbing your sides. “This isn’t over,” you muttered under your breath, already plotting your next move.

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[sdmnpact]

Predator Eyes.

Arthur tv x Reader ff

[] You went to a bookstore to purchase a specific book, but unfortunately, someone else got there before you. He was quite smug about it as well, later you saw him at the club, one thing led to another, and let's just say, you'll get to read that book after all.

~~~

"Hi, do you have 'The Last Growing Mountain'?" You asked the bookstore cashier. You were at your local bookstore trying to get your hands on the fourth book of your favorite series. You were gonna order it online but it sold out immediately so you looked up if your local bookstore had it and luckily for you, they did.

"Yeah, should be on aisle 12." He smiled brightly at you as you smiled back, making your way towards the aisle. You walked down the aisle, passing tons and tons of great books, yet none of them were the right one.

Finally! You found it! You extended your arm reaching for it as it was on the highest shelf, but in a swift motion, someone else's arm extended towards the same book, grabbing it. You looked over and saw a guy with brown fluffy hair and soft brown eyes.

"Oh thank you-" You began, reaching for the book when the man pulled away from you. "Oh, I was actually getting it for myself." He said awkwardly. "What? Did you not see me reaching for it?" You asked, maybe a bit rudely.

"I thought you were reaching for a different book." He said smugly. "Well I wasn't and I was reaching for that one." You said pointing towards the book. "And technically I was here first, so it should belong to me."

"Well, to be fair, my hand did touch it first so I think it actually belongs to me." He said. You rolled your eyes at him. "I'll pay you double for it." You offered. He debated it for a second and shook his head. "Nah I'm good, I'll be on my way now." He said about to walk away. "Wait-" You said, grabbing his arm to stop him.

He turned back and looked at you, his attention then turning towards your hand still on his arm. You quickly pulled it away, a light shade of pink rising to your cheeks. "Here's my number, can we at least talk about me buying it after you're done?" You asked with pleading eyes. The last time you missed out on a book release, you spent months without finding out how the next part went. At least this way, you had a chance of finding out sooner.

You watched as his eyes looked at the paper in your hand. His eyebrows furrowing together as if he was contemplating very hard about this. "Fine then." He huffed out grabbing the note from in between your fingers. "Thank you." You said. He turned around and began walking away again, a small 'yeah yeah' leaving his lips. He's annoying but you wanted this book so badly you'll just put up with him.

>>>

"He was so smug about it though, like it would have been fine if he wasn't acting like a cocky nonce." You huffed. You were getting ready to go to the club with your best friend and roommate and you were explaining the event that took place earlier that day.

"Was he cute?" She asked as she was curling her hair. "What!" You asked in slight annoyance.

"Was he cute." She said as if it were a statement. You thought about it for a second. He was pretty attractive and if you were to find him in a different situation then maybe you would fancy him.

"He was alright, for an asshole." You muttered the last part. The more you thought about the situation, the more annoyed you were with the man. The way he seemed so smug about the whole thing. All you wanted was to read the newest book from your favorite series.

Luckily, this night out will be a great distraction from it. You finished getting ready and then you two were off to the club.

>>>

You arrived at the club, the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies hitting you like a truck. It was quite a lively night, there were so many people and you were glad because you knew the music was gonna be great. You were ready to cut loose and drink until you forgot.

>>>

A couple shots in and multiple songs later, you were feeling quite happy in the moment. Your friend had left you to chat up some bloke hoping to get lucky tonight while you were left on your own, sipping your drink at the bar.

You looked out towards the sea of bodies when one of your favorite songs came on. You quickly downed the rest of your drink and headed towards the dance floor.

You weren't shy about dancing, if your song was on, you were a dance machine. You were dancing your little heart out, people moved out of your way since your limbs were flying around to the music.

You took a few steps back moving to the beat when you bumped into someone. "Oh my god!" You heard a voice shriek over the music.

You turned around to face the stranger, seeing the spilled drink on their clothes and floor. "Oh, I am so sorry!" You replied looking up towards the stranger seeing two familiar soft brown eyes. Seeing him like this, in his loose fitted top and open collar, you found him slightly more attractive.

"Oh, its you again." But still annoying.

"Oh hey again, sorry about this." You replied awkwardly. "Well it's fine, I guess, just watch where you're going." He said with a little attitude.

"Well I'm sorry but you sure you should've brought that drink here, there's people moving around and this seemed inevitable." You began talking and just couldn't stop for some reason.

"I can do what I please and no one was dumb enough to bump into someone holding a cup in their hand." He snarked. You rolled your eyes and let out a huff.

"Oi don't call me dumb! At least I'm not a nonce with predator eyes." You replied back, the alcohol you drank earlier making you suddenly confident and very defensive.

"What!? You're crazy honestly, you can forget about the book!" He semi yelled over the music. "Great. I wouldn't want a book from someone as rude as you!" You replied back.

Just as you finished, a man came up to you two with the word 'security' on his shirt. "I'm going to have to ask you both to leave." He said politely. You hadn't realized that your little spat had attracted attention from people around you as a couple pair of eyes were on you. "I was just leaving." You replied, losing that confidence and making your way towards the door with the stranger closely behind.

You both stood outside the club doors, the cricket chirps and muted music filling the empty street.

"Nice one." He mumbled under his breathe. "What!? What did I do? You were the one who started it!" You said back.

"Well you're the clumsy one who bumped into me. We would both be in the club right now if you hadn't done that." He snarkly replied.

"Yeah well..." You said trailing off. You didn't care anymore and just wanted to go home. Your entire day being spoiled by the same guy.

You had to try to get an Uber or taxi since your friend wasn't picking up her phone. You tried getting one but you were having no luck.

"Do you have a ride?" You heard the stranger asked quietly. You were confused because the whole time you spoke with him, he had this annoyed tone or slight anger evident in his voice but this time, his voice sounded more sincere.

"No." You replied, looking at your phone. "We can share an Uber if you'd like? I have one on the way." He said looking at you. His eyes shimmering under the one light above the club doors.

You were hesitant on going with him because, you don't know this guy at all and either he could be getting an Uber or this could be one of his mates and he's planning something. You can never be too safe about these things but also you just wanted to go home since you have no clue when your roomie will answer her phone.

"Sure.." You said slightly hesitant.

"You know, I'm not a bad guy..." He said quietly. "I don't know what happened between us today, I'm usually not like this with anyone." He said looking at the ground. He was definitely different right now. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or if he's being genuine but you felt bad about your behavior from earlier.

"No it was my fault as well. I was being a jerk about a dumb book." You said with a small laugh bringing a smile to his lips.

"No it's fine, the mountain series is too good to not go crazy over." He said placing a hand on the back of his neck.

"Right! It's so good! Jensen really knows how to write a good books." You replied. "You're a fan of his?" He asked as you nodded eagerly. "Yes! I love all his works! They're so interesting and amazing! He really has a way with words." You said excitedly.

"Oh yes! Did you read 'Into the Beyond'?'" He asked. "Yes! That one is my favorite of his! I'm so glad they made it into a movie! I probably rewatch it like every other week!" You replied stepping closer towards him. You were quite excited that someone shared the same enthusiasm as you did about your favorite author.

"Really! I've been meaning to rewatch it again! I love that movie so much!" He said his eyes glimmering at the thought.

"This is crazy but, I mean, the night is still young... We could watch the movie at my place, if you're down?" You asked shyly. He almost jumped at the question. "Oh sure!" He said with a wide smile, bringing one to your lips as you got excited at the thought.

The Uber finally arrived and you gave them the directions to your flat. You two just yapped the entire time about the book series and the author. You bet the Uber driver was probably annoyed about how excited you two were about a book but you didn't care because you never had anyone to talk to about this.

You arrived at your flat and went inside. You checked your phone and you had several missed calls and messages from your roommate.

Wont be home tonight gone with a guy- I'll be safe before you ask 👀

You shot her a message making sure it'll be alright and proceeded to put on the film.

"Wait, I don't even know your name yet?" You asked. "Arthur." He reponded brightly, extending his arm for a handshake. You shook it replying with your own name.

"Want any snacks, Arthur?" You asked about to head towards the kitchen as he sat on the couch making himself comfortable. "Do you have crisps or popcorn?" He asked like a child.

"Of course!" You replied with a small chuckle at how adorable he was. You have to admit, you were starting to find him slightly attractive but you are just going to ignore this, for now.

You went to the kitchen and prepared the snacks. "OH YOU HAVE ALL THE BOOKS!?" He almost shouted to you from the living room. You came back into the room with the snacks and some margarita drinks and soda you had in the fridge.

"Didn't know if you wanted to keep drinking or if you wanted soda- but yeah I told you I love his works." You chuckled standing next to him. You had a large bookcase near your TV and had a section dedicated with Jensen's works including a signed copy of your favorite book. "Oh sick, you actually met him?" He asked admiring the signature on the book that had its own little stand.

"Yes! Best day ever! He came to Bristol and I just had to go!" You gushed remembering the trip. "Oh that's so cool! I hope I can meet him next time!" He said excitedly. "He's coming to London in some months, if you're interested!" You replied. You already planned on going but maybe he could join you since you always have to go alone.

"Oh? Is that a date?" He playfully teased causing a pink tint to appear on your cheeks once again. "No..." You said laughing lightly. "Well yeah that'd be fun! But I'd still like to go on a date..." He said, his last words trailing off quietly. Your eyes widened a bit.

"You want to go on a date? After everything we've been through today? From the spat at the bookstore to getting kicked out of the club!?" You asked hoping he'd say yes.

"Maybe... I mean I'm not sure if it's the alcohol talking but I enjoy talking to you when we aren't fighting... you're also very hot... okay the last bit might be the alcohol talking." He said with a little laughing as you playfully slapped his arm.

"Mmh, sure! I'd love to go on a date!" You replied excitedly. "What we're about to do doesn't count as a date by the way! You still owe me a dinner!" You said laying back on the couch as he sat next to you. "Oh of course, my eyes are gonna be glued to the screen the entire time." He said smugly as he looked at the TV. You chuckled slightly as he tried being serious but you noticed him side eyeing you.

"Oh yeah 'glued'." You remarked, clicking play on the remote.

Throughout the film, you two couldn't concentrate on it. The more you drank the more you couldn't keep your eyes off eachother. You stole glances at each other admiring the others beauty. You couldn't help but think about how handsome he actually was. His muscular build, his fluffy hair that you just wanted to run your hand through. He was quite the specimen, and you were hooked.

You also noticed the space between you two had closed, your legs were touching eachother. Neither of you minded. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the bickering led to feelings. It's too soon to say, you definitely needed to spend some more time with him but so far, you know that you wanted to get to know him better.

After the movie was over, you two were way drunker than you intended. You were slightly sleepy as well and you noticed Arthur was too.

"Hey, you can sleep here tonight if you'd like." You offered as he struggled to stay awake. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother." He said sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"No worries, I'll being you a blanket and pillow." You said struggling to stand up. You began walking when you felt yourself about to stumble over. As you almost fell over, two strong arms held onto you. You looked towards them and saw Arthur holding you up.

"Oh. Thank you." You said, standing up straight. "You're welcome. Here, let me help you." He said as if he wasn't as drunk as you. You two leaned on each other towards the storage closet as you grabbed a blanket and pillow.

"Hey... earlier... you don't think I actually have predator eyes, do you?" He questioned as you let out a small chuckle. "Of course not, it was a heat of the moment thing." You explained as he sighed. "Okay, I don't know why that stuck with me..." He laughed. "I'm sorry about that." You said.

"It's alright." He replied. You two stumbled out of the closet, back towards the couch. You both plopped down, unable to hold yourselves up anymore.

"Give me a sec, I'll go right now." You said trying to stand up only to get pulled back by him. "You can stay here if you want." He said making space for you to lay down. "No, it's alright you sleep here, I'll go to my room." You said. "Okay, let me help you at least." He said taking you to your room.

He took you to your bed and sat you down. "Okay, well goodnight." He said in a raspy voice, evidently tired. "Wait." You said standing up. He turned around and in a swift motion, you planted your lips on his. Your plump lips on his soft ones molding into each other. Finally being able to do something you've been wanting to do all night.

"Thank you for tonight." You told him as you pulled away. "Thank you, I can't wait til tomorrow." He smirked at you, making you gush at his charming look.

With that, he went back towards the living room and went to sleep. You laid in bed with a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your heart.

~~~

A/n

It's so funny because this one was going to end a little after the club scene but the rest was kind of cute and I couldn't stop. I hope you enjoyed!!

The bookstore pictures worked out so well hehe xx

[sadrottengirl]

Masterlist

Did you just sigh at me?!

Jinwoo x Fem!reader

Context: this happens later within the story of Golden marks, during a random time in which you and Jinwoo are hanging out (they are good friends but still don't acknowledge their feelings)

(not proof read)

You sat on the couch of Jinwoo's house your back leaning against it, you where bored "Jinwooooo" you whined his name, his eyes slightly moving from his phone to you.

He gave you a 'what?' look before you clung to him, "I'm bored" he stared at you, a grown woman that at times acted way to childishly, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you antics quite amusing.

He freed his arm from your own and wrapped it around you waist nudging you closer to him, "deal with it" he watched your shocked face with a smirk he enjoyed teasing you a little too much, you puffed a breath "ah! Your so mean what did I ever do to you! You became more dramatic after each word.

You jumped feeling a sudden pain on you waist, "did you just pinch me?!" you tried to remove yourself from his arms, "nah you must have dreamt it" he chuckles, he finally let's you go as you turn the entirety of you body to look at the wall giving him the cold shoulder.

However you didn't remain upset for too long as the boredom creept back, a idea forming.

Turning back to face the man now wearing a smirk, "ehy Jinwoo, remember when your sister said you changed a lot?" he hummed in response not looking your way, "what did you look like?" he blinked before looking at you.

Should he just be vague? Or just show you? Would you judge him? No that's impossible your not that kind of person.

He watched you for just a second more and made his decision scrolling out of the app he was previously on and inside his gallery, he tapped searching for a old photo of his.

He then just handed his phone unlocked to you, which surprised you but you took without hesitation.

The man in the image was very different from the Jinwoo you have meet, shorter, less muscular and younger looking his soft smile made you blush from how sweet it looked, your eyes softened, you where almost in a daze starring at the image like you had never seen a smartphone before.

Jinwoo just watched you, trying to figure out just what you where thinking, he then saw your eyes shoot up to look at him, then back at the image and back at him again, and you did something he did not expect at all.

You sigh watching him dead in the eyes with a disappointed face.

He's almost incredulous "did- did you just sigh at me?" he asked as if he didn't just watch you do so.

"how disappointing" your eyes narrow looking him up and down, he was so confused, you brought a hand to your check slightly turning your body starring back at the image on the phone, with a almost dreamy look in your eyes.

"you looked so cute, ugh why did you have to go and ruin it by getting hot?" you snarled at the second part of your question, his cheeks dusted pink.

"your a weirdo"

"and your hot who's the real loser huh?!"

"...ok"

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An:

With peace and love give me back my soft Jinwoo 🙏

I love making my reader a complete oblivious degenerate! ☺️

[scarletwinterxx]

sincerity is (not) scary - yoon jeonghan scenario

helloooo ~ i wrote this a while back, like when i was really into writing proposal fics😅 just went through my drafts and here you go (imy hannie🥺)

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The first time Jeonghan dropped to one knee, your heart stopped. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the park, and you were walking hand in hand when he suddenly knelt before you, his expression solemn. He reached into his pocket, pulling out… a crumpled leaf. “For you, my love,” he had said, holding it out like a priceless treasure.

You laughed then, thinking it was a one-time joke, a silly moment that would fade into memory. But Jeonghan had other plans. Over the years, his fake proposals became a staple of your relationship—a mischievous little routine he pulled whenever the mood struck him. Sometimes it was cute, other times infuriating, but it was always him. And as much as you rolled your eyes, you secretly loved how he could make you laugh no matter what.

This morning, though, Jeonghan had been unusually quiet. You’d suggested a sunrise hike, wanting to start the weekend with something peaceful, and he had agreed without his usual teasing commentary.

The two of you set out in the pre-dawn darkness, the cool air crisp against your skin. He walked beside you, his fingers brushing yours occasionally, his presence steady and reassuring.

By the time you reached the summit, the sun was beginning to rise, spilling hues of orange and pink across the horizon. You sat side by side on a large rock, the world silent except for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds.

“This is perfect,” you murmured, hugging your knees to your chest.

“Yeah,” Jeonghan agreed, though when you glanced at him, his eyes weren’t on the view. They were on you.

“What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing.” He smiled, his expression soft. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how lucky I am,” he said simply.

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed at his words. “Cheesy,” you teased, standing up and stretching. “Come on, let’s head back. I’m starving.”

He chuckled, following you down the trail. “You and your stomach.”

“Hey, breakfast is important,” you shot back, grinning. “Speaking of, what are we eating? Pancakes or waffles?”

“Both,” he replied easily, his hand brushing yours again.

As the two of you reached a flatter part of the trail, you noticed him lagging behind. Turning around, you found him kneeling on one knee, his hands behind his back.

“Jeonghan,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “If you’re tying your shoelace again—”

“I’m not,” he interrupted, his lips twitching as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Right, because it’s not like you’ve done this a hundred times before,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

“Would you believe me if I said this time was different?” he asked, tilting his head.

“No.”

He laughed, standing up and brushing off his knees. “Fair.”

The hike back down was quieter, the two of you walking in comfortable silence. The morning air grew warmer as the sun climbed higher, and by the time you reached the trailhead, you were already thinking about the coffee you’d order with breakfast.

“What about eggs?” you asked, glancing at Jeonghan. “Do we want them scrambled or—”

You stopped mid-sentence, realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore. Turning around, you saw him a few steps behind, once again on one knee.

“Jeonghan,” you groaned, your hands flying to your hips. “If this is another—”

He cut you off by reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. Your heart stopped.

“Wait,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Are you serious?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked up at you with an expression so sincere it made your chest ache. Then he opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that sparkled in the morning light.

“I am,” he said, his voice steady. “No more jokes, no more fake-outs. Just me, asking the person I love to spend forever with me.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as his words sank in. “You’re not messing with me?”

He smiled, soft and genuine. “Not this time.”

You stared at him, your hands trembling. “Jeonghan, I—”

He interrupted with a laugh, his voice warm. “I’m still waiting for an answer, you know.”

“Yes,” you said quickly, your voice breaking. “Of course, yes.”

His grin widened, and he slid the ring onto your finger with a care that made your heart swell. Standing, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair.

“Finally,” he murmured, his voice filled with relief and joy.

You pulled back, laughing through your tears. “Took you long enough.”

“What can I say?” He smirked, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “I like to keep you on your toes.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him again. And as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you realized that, with Jeonghan by your side, every moment—whether filled with jokes, laughter, or quiet sincerity—was exactly where you wanted to be.

[tobiosbbyghorl]

hyper and chill suggestion!!!

i came across a really cute couple mirror selfie on pinterest!!! andddd i was wondering who between them would keep making silly faces and instead of nice cute selfies it turns into a giggle-filled photoshoot with more bloopers

Hyper & Chill | psh

act 24:Photobooth

It started with a simple walk through the mall.

You were supposed to just grab snacks and maybe window shop for a bit, but then—

“Oooh! Lolove, look!” You gasped, grabbing his arm.

Sunghoon barely had time to react before you were dragging him toward the brightly lit photobooth stall near the arcade.

“Lolove, seriously?” He raised a brow, amused. “A photobooth?”

You pouted. “Come on, it’ll be cute! We don’t have any printed pictures together.”

He sighed, but the tiny smile on his lips told you he wasn’t actually against it.

“Fine, fine.” He let you shove him inside the booth, sliding in beside you on the tiny bench.

You excitedly picked a frame on the screen while he casually slung an arm over the back of the seat.

“All right, first one—just smile normally!” you instructed, already posing.

The countdown started.

3… 2… 1—

Click!

You smiled sweetly.

Sunghoon?

The menace was making the goofiest face possible.

Mouth open, eyes crossed, fingers doing bunny ears behind your head.

You gasped. “Park Sunghoon!”

He just grinned.

“Okay, next one, be serious!” you warned, trying to stop laughing.

3… 2… 1—

Click!

This time, he puffed out his cheeks and threw up peace signs, looking absolutely ridiculous.

You smacked his arm. “Sunghoon, I said serious!”

But he was dying laughing. “You actually thought I’d listen?”

You groaned. “I should’ve taken these alone.”

Sunghoon only laughed harder. “Nope, you’re stuck with me.”

The next two shots were no better—you tried to be serious, but he kept making silly faces, so eventually, you gave in and joined him.

By the end of it, you were both giggling like kids.

But then—

“…Okay, okay,” Sunghoon said, still catching his breath. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He put in more coins before you could even protest.

You blinked. “Wait, you actually want a redo?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, suddenly focused. “Let’s do it properly.”

And that’s when you realized—his entire demeanor had shifted.

Gone was the playful Sunghoon.

Now, he was serious.

The countdown started again.

This time, on the first shot, he smiled at the camera—a real smile, the one that made your heart do flips.

The second shot, he gently took your hand, intertwining your fingers on his lap.

The third shot—he turned to look at you instead of the camera.

And on the final shot—

He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Click!

Your heart nearly exploded.

The flash faded, leaving you both in the dimly lit booth, mere inches apart.

You stared at him, stunned, cheeks burning. “…Sunghoon?”

He smirked, but his own ears were definitely pink.

“Now that’s a good set of photos,” he murmured.

You swallowed hard.

Yeah.

You were never throwing these away.

After recovering from the absolute meltdown Sunghoon just gave you in the photobooth, you both walked out with the freshly printed photo strip in your hands.

You stared at it, replaying the last shot over and over in your mind. Did he really kiss you just like that? So casually? So smoothly??

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was trying very hard to act like his ears weren’t still pink.

“Where to next?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were about to answer when—

“Oh my god, look at this mirror!” You gasped, stopping in front of a cute boutique store.

Right at the entrance was a full-length mirror decorated with heart-shaped stickers and pastel doodles, with a little sign that said “Take a selfie, leave a memory!”

Your eyes sparkled. “We have to take a mirror selfie here.”

Sunghoon groaned. “Lolove, we just took a bunch of pictures—“

“But this is different!” You whined, already pulling your phone out.

Sunghoon sighed, but when you turned your puppy-dog eyes on him, he gave in instantly. “Fine.”

You beamed and dragged him in front of the mirror, angling your phone for the perfect shot.

At first, you both just posed normally—standing close, Sunghoon’s hand resting on your waist while you smiled at the reflection.

Then, just for fun, you made a peace sign while Sunghoon lifted an eyebrow at you.

“Do something cute!” you nudged him.

“Like what?” he muttered.

Without thinking, you turned to him and pressed a quick peck to his cheek.

Sunghoon froze.

You clicked the picture at the perfect moment—him standing completely still, lips slightly parted, ears burning red.

You cackled. “Oh my god, you look so flustered!”

Sunghoon immediately covered his face with one hand. “You can’t just do that!”

“Why not?” You grinned, scrolling to look at the picture. “You kiss me in a photobooth, but I can’t kiss your cheek?”

He huffed, still obviously shy. “…That was different.”

You giggled. “Aw, is my big, confident Sunghoon shy?”

His jaw clenched, and he snatched your phone.

Before you could protest, he suddenly leaned down and pressed a soft, slow kiss to your temple—his lips lingering for just a second.

You barely had time to process it before he snapped the picture.

You gaped at him.

Sunghoon smirked, handing your phone back. “There. Now we’re even.”

You stared at the new photo—him kissing your temple, you looking completely caught off guard.

Your heart exploded.

“…I’m printing this one,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

Sunghoon chuckled. “Yeah, yeah.”

Neither of you said it, but one thing was very clear.

That mirror selfie?

Would definitely be framed later.

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Telling Family with Suguru Geto

FEATURING Suguru Geto x Reader

SUMMARY Geto’s got a secret—he’s having a baby. When Gojo finds out, all he can do is give him a half-joking, half-serious lecture about being a better dad than cult leader. Geto might be building a family, but Gojo’s left holding the awkward truth—he’s not part of it.

CONTENT WARNINGS pregnancy trope, fluffy fun family stuff, Nanako and Mimiko are reader and geto's adopted children, fluff, angst, *cough* gojo and geto are starcrossed lovers

AUTHORS NOTE this started out just cute, fun family stuff... I SWEAR... but then.. yeah.

SERIES MASTERLIST

The temple was quiet that evening, bathed in the warm glow of lantern light. Outside, the distant sound of cicadas hummed against the stillness, a lullaby of the night.

Inside, in the heart of their home, Nanako and Mimiko sat curled up on the tatami, eyes flicking between you and Geto with barely contained impatience. They weren’t just followers, not to you. They were your daughters, as much as they could be without blood tying you together.

“You’re being weird,” Nanako finally blurted, resting her chin on her palm. “You both keep giving each other looks like you have some big secret.”

Mimiko, snuggled against your side, tilted her head up. “Is something wrong?”

You let out a soft laugh, smoothing Mimiko’s hair as she leaned into your touch. “No, sweetheart. Nothing’s wrong.”

Geto exhaled slowly, his free hand finding yours in your lap. He gave you one last reassuring squeeze before speaking. “We have something to tell you. Something important.”

Mimiko stiffened slightly. “You’re not leaving, right?” Her voice was small, hesitant.

“Never,” Geto said firmly, his tone brooking no room for doubt.

You smiled gently. “Actually, it’s the opposite. Our family is growing.”

The room stilled. The twins blinked at you, faces frozen in confusion before Nanako scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Growing? What does that mean?”

“It means,” Geto said, glancing at you with warmth in his gaze, “you’re going to have a little sibling.”

Mimiko’s breath hitched. Nanako’s eyes widened.

“A baby?” Mimiko whispered, barely above a breath. Her small hands curled into the fabric of your sleeve. “Really?”

You nodded, resting a hand over your stomach. “Really.”

Mimiko gasped, practically launching herself into your lap. “We’re gonna have a baby! A real baby!”

Nanako, still frozen in place, stared at Geto. “You’re gonna be a dad.” She shook her head in disbelief before turning to you. “And you’re gonna be—”

“A mom,” you finished for her, smiling as you ran a hand through her hair. “Which means you and Mimiko are going to be big sisters.”

Nanako’s expression wavered, something raw passing through her eyes. For all her sharp edges, all her bravado, you knew she feared abandonment the most. That being ‘big sisters’ might somehow mean they were being replaced.

You reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ll always be our first children, Nanako.”

Geto leaned forward, resting a warm palm atop Nanako’s head, his voice low and certain. “That won’t change.”

Something in her cracked then, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, she threw herself into Geto’s chest, gripping the fabric of his robes like she had when she was younger—when she and Mimiko had first found a home with you both. Geto smiled, resting his chin atop her head.

Mimiko clung to you, her voice muffled against your chest. “When will the baby be here?”

“Not for a while,” you soothed, stroking her back. “But when they are, they’re going to be so lucky to have big sisters like you two.”

Nanako sniffled against Geto’s chest before pulling away, cheeks dusted pink. “Yeah, well. They better not be annoying.”

Mimiko giggled. “They’re a baby! Of course, they’re gonna be annoying.”

Geto chuckled, warmth radiating from him as he looked at the three of you, his family. The weight of the world was still heavy on his shoulders, but for tonight, here, in this moment, it didn’t matter.

“Then you’ll just have to teach them,” he said, reaching out to pull you closer, his large hand splaying protectively over your stomach. “Show them what it means to be part of this family.”

Nanako sniffled once more before nodding, determination glinting in her eyes. “Yeah. We will.”

Mimiko beamed, already dreaming up names and futures, while Nanako sat a little taller, the hesitation in her gaze replaced with something softer. Something like belonging.

And for the first time in a long time, it truly felt like you were building something that no one could take away.

The air was thick with the scent of summer rain, the pavement still damp beneath Gojo’s feet as he walked through the quiet alleyway. The city hummed around him—neon signs flickering, the distant sound of laughter and life pressing against the edges of the silence between them.

Geto stood just beyond the glow of a streetlamp, his figure half-hidden in the darkness, like a ghost Gojo couldn’t bring himself to exorcise. They shouldn’t be here—not like this, not on opposite sides of the world they used to share. And yet, neither of them moved to leave.

“You look different,” Gojo said, his voice lighter than he felt. “Maybe it’s the cult leader thing.”

Geto smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And you still talk too much.”

A beat of silence stretched between them. Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head slightly. “So, what is this? A check-in? Or are you actually gonna let me kill you this time?”

There was a flicker of something in Geto’s gaze—amusement, maybe, but layered beneath it was something heavier, something Gojo didn’t want to name.

“No death today,” Geto murmured, exhaling slowly. His fingers curled slightly at his sides, hesitating.

And Gojo knew.

The way Geto stood, the way his throat bobbed with an unspoken thought, the way his gaze flickered—not with the sharp certainty of a man who had abandoned everything, but with the weight of something unshakable. Something precious.

Gojo had seen that look before.

“…There’s someone, isn’t there?” he said, the realization settling cold in his chest. “That’s why you called me out here?”

Geto’s eyes didn’t waver. He didn’t confirm it. He didn’t deny it. He only reached into his sleeve, pulling out a small packet of something, tossing it to Gojo without a word.

Gojo caught it easily, frowning as he turned it over in his hands.

A sonogram.

The world seemed to tilt, just slightly, beneath his feet. The grainy black-and-white image burned into his mind, the shape of something fragile and new nestled between streaks of light and shadow.

Geto didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

Gojo scoffed, though it lacked any real bite. “And here I thought you couldn’t surprise me anymore.”

He wanted to joke. He wanted to make some flippant comment, something ridiculous, something normal. But there was nothing normal about this.

“You gonna tell me I don’t deserve this?” Geto asked quietly, his voice unreadable.

Gojo inhaled sharply. Of all the things he could say—of all the truths buried between them—he settled for the only one that mattered.

“That kid deserves better than the world you’re trying to build.”

The words landed between them like the dull thud of a blade striking wood—deep enough to be felt, but not deep enough to end anything.

Geto didn’t flinch. He only smiled, that slow, knowing smile that always meant he had already made up his mind.

“I’ll make it better,” he murmured, voice unwavering.

Gojo hated how much he believed him.

He clenched his jaw, fingers tightening around the sonogram before he shoved it back at Geto. “Keep it.” His voice was rougher than he intended. “I don’t need to see it.”

Geto caught it easily, sliding it back into his sleeve. “I wanted you to know,” he said simply.

Gojo exhaled through his nose, tilting his head back to stare at the dark sky. “Yeah. Well. Now I do.”

For a moment, he considered asking. Who? How long? Why?

But none of those questions mattered. None of them would change the fact that Geto had already chosen a future that had no place for him.

Instead, he forced a grin, rocking back on his heels. “Guess I’ll have to hold the title of ‘World’s Strongest and Most Eligible Bachelor’ all by myself.”

Geto chuckled, and for a moment, just a moment, it almost felt like they were seventeen again, standing outside Jujutsu Tech with their whole lives ahead of them.

But they weren’t.

Gojo stepped back first, hands still shoved in his pockets. “Don’t let your kid grow up thinking their dad’s an asshole, alright?”

Geto’s smile didn’t falter, but something in his expression softened. “I’ll try.”

And then they turned away from each other—because that was the only thing left to do.

Gojo didn’t look back.

Because if he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let go.

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—𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒆, 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 | 𝑵.𝑹𝑲 ⟡

Genre: Tooth-rotting Fluff, a little bit of Angst, friends to lovers trope, sortasimpy!niki (this is 18+ content, any interaction below the age will be blocked)

~ Someone you considered a best friend, someone you can always lean on. Riki has always been there for you, supporting you, been your shoulder to cry on, your number 1 in almost anything. You both have spoken about possibility of a relationship, but you’d often push the idea of it away, burying any feelings due to your internalized fear of falling again ♥︎ ~

Pairing: BestFriend!Riki x Afab!Reader

(reader was in a shitty relationship prior to this, part of what causes the fear)

Warning(s): Mentions of self-doubt/anxiety/fear of commitment, confessions, fluff that’ll make u cry >:) (kidding)

a/n: the way this mf makes my heart melt. i got the softest spot for him brb crying…also this was something rlly random that came to mind and i just had to write and publish it way earlier than i was planning to…

enha masterlist the bookshelf (main m.list)

song rec (optional): 🎧🎧

word count: 1.2k

The entirety of the day spent in each others company, the both of you sat side by side on the couch of his apartment. He opened the blinds, revealing the soft yet powerful mixture of gold, pink, and orange that was painted across on the sky.

You sat with your knees pressed against your chest, your arms wrapped around your legs as your hands held onto the cardboard sleeve from the cup of milk tea from the cafe you both were previously at. You were looking forward, nothing in particular to focus on, mindlessly taking sips of your sweetened beverage. That’s when you noticed in your peripheral view, a cell phone camera pointed in your direction. Your eyes shifted to the phone, a shy smile etched across your face as you release yourself from your current position to cover the camera.

“Stop—“ You dragged in a whine, followed by a timid giggle.

“You’re so cute, though!” He complained in return, a gentle smile spread across his lips as he flinched, moving the camera out of your hands way.

Riki was always taking pictures of you, especially when you’re doing anything but posing for one. He giggled as he looked at the few images he was able to capture before you caught him, showing you in the process.

“Look at how pretty you are.” He looked at you as he showed you the screen, your skin glowing from the golden rays beaming through the window, your eyes glimmered as you stared into nothing, your fingers intertwined as you were holding onto the clear plastic cup.

“I look weird.” You snicker, shaking your head as your cheeks felt warm.

“Nah—This is a keeper. If that’s okay.” He always made sure you were comfortable with the pictures he took of you, including the candid ones. He never wanted you to feel insecure from an image and keep something you don’t feel pretty in.

“Yeah, it’s okay. The lighting is nice at least.” Your eyes moved from the phone to him, still smiling at his screen.

You placed your cup on the coaster you had on the coffee table in front of you, your free hands now running through his hair, your eyes looking in his direction, admiring his adoring smile. His eyes shift to you, your hand cupping his cheek, his head softly resting against you as your thumb caresses his skin.

“Did you have a good time?” He asked, his velvety voice vibrating against your hand.

You nod in response, following with a similar question, “Did you?”

“Of course.” That being his most common response whenever you asked him if he enjoyed any time spent with you.

You sigh, your entire body feeling relaxed as your hand releases itself from him, his following question suddenly making your heart begin to race,

“What are we going to do about this?” His curious eyes looking profoundly into yours.

“About what?” You answer with a question, playing oblivious to his obvious question.

“About us, y’know?” He shrugged his shoulders, his gaze softening, not holding any expectations.

“Riki—I don’t know..” Your tone hesitant, yet reassuring.

You continued, “You know how I feel about you. I’m not hiding it either. But—it worries me too.”

His eyebrows furrowed, head tilting, resembling a confused puppy. Riki’s hand softly laced on top of yours, holding it as his thumb caressing you.

“What has you worried?” He asks, his deep voice almost pillowy, cushioning your now tense muscles.

“I don’t want this to affect what we already have. And I don’t want to not only lose you, but I don’t want to be hurt again.”

He sighed, a small smile formed as his hand was placed on the nape of your neck, his fingers running through the back of your head as he reached closer to you. A soft, lingering kiss placed on your forehead, your body melting to his touch.

“I understand your fear. And I’m willing to wait and do whatever it takes for you to feel comfortable with the idea, and it’s all if you want to, okay?” Riki reassured, his gentle eyes deeply looking into yours.

“I do want to—“ You confess, “I’m just scared I won’t do well, and that something will just mess everything up, especially with the last time I let someone in like that.”

He knows your story, he was there holding you when you would cry about your last heartbreak. Riki was the one who helped you through it and rooted for you as you were healing. You swore to yourself that you’d never let your guard down the way you previously did, never allowing someone to use you as their personal puppet, never grant access to your body to someone who was going to just use you for their pleasure and leave you out to dry. Being lied to, making you believe you were loved when they just fetched for lust, walking away as soon as they found someone else to repeat their behavior.

You knew Riki better than that, you trusted Riki with your entire life, basically. But the fear of that pattern returning as well as just the fear of you both being good friends but terrible partners always crossed your mind, holding you back. Although you always caught him looking at you, the sparkle in his eyes brightening when he speaks to you, always feeling his fingers graze your arm. The way he pulls you in for a hug, feeling warmer than the last, his soft lips on your forehead always a few seconds longer than the previous time. The fear never left your mind, always coming back to haunt you as soon as this subject comes to light.

“I know, I know. It’s not your fault, okay? I promise. You know I love you, no matter what that type of love defines, I will always love you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his reassuring smile never leaving him.

You sigh, those words warming your heart, your stomach fluttering as the aftermath. “I love you too.” Your arms instinctively pull him closer, your head resting on his shoulder as you feel his arms snugly hold your waist, feeling his chest rise as he took a deep breath.

Once you let go of the hug, the eye contact between the both of you strengthens, that same sparkle in his delicate eyes brightening yours.

“Take your time. I want you, but only if you want me, too.” His words soothing your taut muscles, you cup his cheek again, your relaxed eyes now shifting between his lips and returning to his eyes in a repetitive pattern. His grin sharpened as he inched himself closer, your foreheads gently pressed against each other.

“I want you. I do.” You respond, reaching to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Can I?” He asked, his eyes looking at your lips, gesturing at his permission to invitation. You chuckled at his question, answering him with your lips softly pressing against his. A small sigh escaped him as hand reached you, cupping your cheek as he innocently deepens the kiss.

It was simple, it was sweetness. A streak of rosey blush spread across your face as your lips remained intertwined, followed by soft, continuous pecks to your lips, traveling the bridge of your nose, ending at your forehead once again.

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hii there hope you’re having a good day/night !! i was wondering if i could request a scott barringer fic inspired by or with the song something, somehow, someday by tucker pleasee

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A/N: thanku so so much for requesting!! i love this idea, and this song is so cute. honestly, it reminds me a little bit of when scott and juliette were dating.

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Scott Barringer x f!reader summary: Scott doesn't want to admit that he's growing a soft spot for you. includes: just fluff, usage of Y/n

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When Scott first arrived to Mount Horizon, he was cold, closed off and had a terrible reputation. He was often brooding, or always looking for a fight. He got along with no one. Nobody in the Cliffhangers, besides you. You always tried to make him feel welcome, showering him with an unfamiliar warmth. He never understood why you tried being his friend, especially when he'd often snap at you and call you rude insults.

But that didn't matter, you saw the good in everyone.

Peter had assigned the Cliffhangers for a day hike with Hannah, in goal of seeing Hope Falls. Hikes were definitely the worst, except for the fact of missing classes, which everyone enjoyed, it was still tiring. Small breaks, swatting flying bugs, and the extremely hot weather. It didn't help that there was a dress code, which meant you couldn't wear small clothes due to the heat.

The group had been walking for almost two hours in the heat, and luckily, Hannah was kind enough to grant a fifteen minute break. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. You were currently sitting on a large log beside Scott, your chest heaving as you downed the water from your water bottle. Everyone was either sprawled out against trees or logs, sweat sticking to their foreheads.

Scott sat quietly, except for the few huffs he gave, he didn't bother interacting with anyone. He stole a few occasional glances to you, but didn't make it obvious. He was confused how you still kept a calm demeanor instead of an annoyed one, especially when everyone else was clearly frustrated.

"You have a leaf in your hair," Scott grumbled, his icy blues almost glaring at you in the corner of his eye.

You slowly turned your head towards him, screwing the lid on your water bottle. "Okay?.." You murmured with an eyebrow raising, confused by his sudden statement.

Scott sighed under his breath and rolled his eyes, "Well don't just leave it there." He turned to fully face you, his hand reaching to take the leaf from your hair.

When his fingers brushed accidentally brushed over your cheek, you could've swore his face tinted pink. Instead of commenting about it, you let him delicately take the green frond from your soft hair. His touch was a lot more gentle than expected, which surprised you no doubt. Especially since he had never showed a gentle side─not once.

"Ooo, check it out, Scotty boy is turning into a softie for Y/n." Auggie tormented, causing everyone's head to snap towards the interaction.

Scott immediately pulled his hand away from being close to you, shooting Auggie an irritated look. "Man, shut up, she had a leaf in her hair, nothing else." He shrugged, his fists clenching in his lap.

It was safe to say that Scott and Auggie never got along, no matter how many times Peter tried pairing them together. It didn't work.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, man." Auggie dismissed him with a wave of his hand and an eye roll, shifting his focus back to Ezra who was speaking to him before catching the sight of your interaction with Scott.

After the fifteen minutes were up, everyone picked up their belongings and continued the trail to Hope Falls. The earlier bicker with Scott and Auggie remained in the back of his mind.

Was he turning into a softie for you? He wasn't even sure himself.

But his thoughts were soon interrupted by your small gasp and cry for help, his head immediately turning to focus on you as you tripped over a fairly large rock and fell onto the ground. Out of instincts, Scott quickly rushed down to you and helped you up.

Once you were steady on two feet, he spoke, "You okay?" He asked, moving some hair out of your face and behind your ear. He wasn't even aware of his actions, and the fact that everyone was watching too. When you nodded your head, he cracked a small, reassuring smile and looked you over once more to see if you were telling the truth.

"You know what I believe?" Shelby spoke to Juliette with a faint, almost fond smile.

Juliette turned her head to Shelby before looking back at you two, acting all soft with each other. "What?" She murmured, her head tilting to the side.

"They're meant to be."