#his arms are amazing like okay Kai

[eyes-of-metal]

[witherby]

I need anything and everything of jason being Mouses favourite. (The Littlest Wayne AU)

They get a snack/ meal - Jay Jay has to take a bite first before they eat

They have a new toy- Jay Jay has to see and play

I’ll take anything you can think of.

I am obsessed. The AU is amazing

-🤍💜

Say less! I love Jason Todd and so does Flittermouse! By the way the word count is 3100+ lol oops

The Littlest Wayne: Fist Bumps

Masterlist is Here!

"This is stupid."

"Shut up, you're just mad you won't get picked."

Tim kicks Damian in the shin, who retaliates by kicking him back much, much harder in the ankle. Tim cries out, about to start a fight, but one stern look from Alfred settles them both down. They continue to sit beside each other without fuss, and soon everyone is all neatly lined in a row while Hal uses his ring to keep you safely suspended in a bubble, playing with a little rattle.

"Alright," Dick says excitedly, "we're going over the rules one more time! No jingling any shiny objects for Flitty to chase after, no getting out of line to get closer to them, and Bruce, no bare skin! We're gonna have Hal set them down and see who they come to first."

"This isn't gonna go the way you think it's gonna go," Bruce says, endlessly amused. "Please, none of you get your feelings hurt."

"Nobody's gonna start cryin', relax," Jason says, lounging on the floor between Damian and Hal. "Kay, we ready?"

A chorus of agreement follows, and Hal gently lowers you to the floor. They all immediately call your name, or variations of your nickname, waving their hands and patting their laps to get you to come to them. Your eyes widen, startled by the sudden rush of noise, and turn your head to assess everyone across the room.

You lock on to the man you want, the binky in your mouth bopping up and down excitedly, and you start speedily crawling to Jason.

"I KNOW that's fuckin' right!" He yells, scooping you into his arms and gently tossing you in the air a couple inches, then peppering your face with kisses. "I'm the favorite you little freaks. Kiss my ass."

"Okay, whatever, we knew that already," Dick says, "now it's time to see who the second favorite is. Put them down and go away so we can play again."

"Be nice to your brother," Bruce says. Dick flicks Bruce in the ear and he scowls. "Ow. Be nice to me."

"Fine. Gotta know who my competition is for the number one spot in Mousey's heart, even if I'm winning by a landslide." Jason carries you across the room and sets you back down. "You stay for a sec, kay? Pound it." He picks up your chubby arm and makes you give him a fist bump, then walks away from you.

Before they can even start a second round of the game, you're shuffling after him again. Christ, it's adorable.

"It's because they can still see you, Todd," Damian says, scooping you up to put back in starting position. "Duck behind the couch."

Jason rolls his eyes but complies, bending down until he's out of sight. When the rest of the family calls for you again, you shuffle forward like you're going to crawl to Hal, but you veer past him and around to the back of the couch to get to Jason again.

"Oh my god, they've developed object permanence already," Tim says. Jason's triumphant laughter fills the room as he lifts you up to give you more kisses. His endless delight and your happy squealing softens the blow to everyone else's egos.

"This game sucks anyway," Dick mumbles, crossing his arms in defeat. "What idiot even came up with it in the first place..."

--

"You ask."

"Uh, no? You ask? I don't care."

"Yeah but he tolerates your questions. I don't wanna get my jaw blown off."

"Then don't ask, dumbass. It's so easy."

Jason clears his throat, causing the two goons to stiffen up and turn to face him. One of them looks upset that he was caught unaware, and the other looks one wrong move away from pissing himself.

"Hi, boss," they both greet.

"Whatcha talkin' about?" Jason asks, taking a half-step closer. "Cause last I checked, I sent you both over here to do quality control on our newest drug shipment. And I'm not seeing a lot of that gettin' done."

He turns to the more frightened man. If he didn't have his helmet on, he would've sneered at him.

"So what's the hold up? Need me to sew some mouths shut? Hmm? Want me t'cut out your fuckin' tongue? That'll motivate you real fast, I bet."

"We'll get right on it, boss," the other, clearly smarter, henchman states. "We were just. Uh. Wondering why there's... why there's a baby strapped to your chest."

Jason looks down at you. You stare right back at him, making a soft cooing noise around your Red Hood-themed binky, and reach up for his mask. He gently takes your hand instead, feeling your tiny fingers curl around the leather of his gloved pointer. He's smiling sweetly at you, despite no one being able to see it.

"This is M," he says by way of an answer. "Won't be an everyday occurrence — couldn't find another babysitter so I assured the dad I'd keep 'em safe for the night."

He doesn't mention that your dad is also his dad, and that when Jason tried to leave to do his vigilante work, you screamed the house down and would only calm down in his arms, therefore he had no choice. So here you are, strapped to his chest in a onesie padded with kevlar and vital-tracking tech, while your favorite brother carries your diapers and formula around in the same duffel he stashes his guns.

And because you're his favorite, too, he secretly hopes you throw more fits so he gets to hoard you all to himself again. Taking a few minutes to tickle your tummy or gently rock you in his arms stops him from losing his patience and blowing out the brains of several subordinates tonight — which his men clearly catch onto, because they all start telling him how nice it is to see such a cute and perfect and pleasant, life-saving baby hanging around.

Fuck yeah it's nice. S'cause you're the coolest baby ever. Jason gently makes you fist bump him.

--

"AHHH!"

Jason is out of his chair and bolting across the Manor before his brain fully registers your screaming through the baby monitor. There's surprised exclamations and footfalls not far from him as his thunderous steps stir up a commotion, but he doesn't care about that.

There are very few times in his life when he's moved this fast. Large, expansive rooms fly by him in a blur of color. He takes the stairs six at a time. If a door he needs to get through is closed, he's breaking it down with a well-placed hit with his shoulder and moving on.

When he gets to your room, he stops to yank the door open because he doesn't know if you're near it, and darts inside with a sharp shout of your name.

"What's wrong!?" He pants, zeroing in on you immediately. You've rushed into your wardrobe and climbed inside it, red-faced and crying as a crow flaps haphazardly around the bedroom. The shattered glass on the floor gives him the missing context, and he snatches the bird out of the air with more force than necessary while the adrenaline spike is still scrambling his nervous system.

Bruce is the second person to rush into your room just moments after, crouching by your hiding spot with furrowed brows and a soft, slightly winded voice.

"Are you hurt?" He asks. You whimper but shake your head, fat tears rolling down your little cheeks, and lift your hands. Bruce picks you up without hesitation and stands up.

"Jaylad?" He says, still in that gentle tone. "You alright?"

Jason doesn't answer. He's not alright, not really. The rage he'd built up thinking someone was in here hurting you is still burning through his veins, and with no outlet for it, he's struggling a bit.

Bruce doesn't take offense to his lack of response. He just offers you a small, reassuring smile and bounces you a bit in his arms.

"Let's go find Grandpa and snuggle up with some hot chocolate," he murmurs. "Jay-Jay will hang back and make sure your bedroom is safe for you."

"No!" You sob, leaning around your father's broad shoulders to reach for Jason. "Want Jay-Jay!"

"You can spend time with him in a little while, Mouse," Bruce says, starting to carry you out of the room. Your protests get louder and more frantic, pushing against him to no avail.

"Want Jay!" You repeat, sobbing openly. "Jay-Jay! Want, p'ease!! Jay-Jay!"

"Bruce," Jason utters through grit teeth. His father stops, only a few steps down the hallway, and turns back to him. "It's fine. I'll take 'em, you clean up the mess."

"...are you sure?" Bruce frowns, visibly cautious. He looks down at the bird still flapping helplessly as Jason holds it by the neck, firmer than strictly necessary.

Jason takes a step towards the broken window and tosses the crow out. After a second of frantic flapping, it straightens itself out and flies away with panicked sqawking.

He turns to you and holds out his arms. They're only trembling a little bit, but the edges of his vision are still tinged with green. Bruce hesitates to pass you over.

"I've got it," Jason murmurs, "I'm calm enough. Gimme my fuckin' sibling before you piss me off worse, B."

Bruce nods slowly. He brings you back into the room and hands you off to Jason. Your arms circle his neck and cling on tight, and you bury your face in his chest as you cry. It breaks his heart that you had such a bad scare. He can see the half-completed Lego build you were playing with on the floor in front of the window and hopes Bruce can get all the glass shards out between the bricks and carpet.

Jason carries you out of your bedroom and down the corridor to his. He leaves his door cracked open and flicks on lights as he goes, then brings you to the en-suite bathroom.

"Okay, Mousey," he mumbles, trying to set you on the sink's vanity. You clutch him tighter and whimper, and it drives a spear right through his chest. "Kid, I'm not goin' nowhere. Jay-Jay's right here, I just wanna make sure there's no glass on you."

A little more prodding and the compromise of you holding one of his hands gets you to relent. You sit miserably on the counter as your sobs slowly die down, and Jason tediously checks your hair and clothes for any bits of glass that may have landed on you when the crow crashed into the window. The slow, repetitive motions help quiet the last of his anger until he's just tired and concerned for you. He finds a couple tiny pieces, but your skin is unblemished and when he asks if you're hurt, you shake your head, which then calms him entirely.

"Alright, great job," he murmurs. "Come here, we'll go bother Alfie t'give us an icecream sammy before dinner and then cuddle in the main living room. Good plan?"

You sniffle, wiping the last of your tears away. Your cheeks are flushed and puffy. "Yeah, good pwan..."

Jason kisses the top of your head and offers you his fist. You gently bump yours against his, then lift your arms again to be picked back up. He obliges, refusing to put you back down for the rest of the day. When it's time for bed, you don't wanna go back into your room, so he spends the evening reading his current novel with a dim book light while you snooze away on his chest.

--

He's livid. Jason's got a hole in his leg and he can't run away from the rival gang leader pointing a gun at his head, and he's fucking livid.

"My first death was way cooler," he mutters. "Got blown up and everything."

"What the fuck are you saying?" The other man scowls. "I never could understand you through that thick-ass helmet."

"I'm saying, if you're gonna go down as the guy that killed the Red Hood, at least make the execution something fuckin' noteworthy," Jason rants, the pain making him bitchier than usual. He waves his hands for emphasis, pointing at the gunman much like a mother scolding her child. "Ohh I shot him and watched his brain splatter everywhere! So has every single marksman ever. I'm worth more than a bullet in an alleyway. The fuck do I look like, Bruce Wayne's folks?"

"Whoa, man," the shooter says, lifting his free hand to scratch the back of his head. "Let me get this straight. You're not mad I'm gonna kill you. You're that mad I'm not gonna kill you...in a cooler way?"

"Excellent listening ears, bucko! Gold star!" Jason coos, clapping. "Immolation, decapitation, tossin' me in an acid pit — fuck me, I'll take a stab wound over a bullet! D'you know how skilled you gotta be to get close enough to stab Red Hood to death!? If not for me, do somethin' that'll raise your own paltry street cred, shit. You're so fucking boring."

The man doesn't get another chance to weigh his options. The darkness of the alleyway pounces on him, sucking him into the void while he shrieks like an animal. Jason slumps against the wall and watches the shapeless darkness warp and twist, the gun abandoned on the ground in the gunman's initial panic. He feels his heart rate slow when you step out after a minute, wearing a thick jacket over your pajamas and a domino mask over your eyes as you hurry towards him. A flash of irritation makes him scowl as he realizes one of the others woke you up for this, when you aren't even a vigilante to begin with. The culprit's gonna get their ass beat as soon as he recovers enough to track them down.

"Okay," you stammer, kneeling next to him on the ground with a first aid kit. "Okay okay okay...Alf — umm, Agent A? I'm here, what do I do?"

"Remain calm, Flittermouse. All will be well," Alfred soothes you over the comms. Jason feels the adrenaline steadily exiting his body now that he's registered that he's safe. Now, it's a fight to stay conscious so you don't freak out even more than you're currently doing. He's so proud of you for coming out here despite the blatant fear.

Your hands shake as you pop the kit open and pull out the field tourniquet. Alfred instructs you on how to set it up, and Jason gently adjusts it when you wrap it a little too close to the bullet wound in his thigh. He grits his teeth as you tighten it, refusing to make a peep, and gives you a quick thumbs up when you tie it off.

"Okay, I stopped the bleeding. Do I bring him home, now?" You ask.

"As long as he has no other injuries, the medical bay is ready for you to transport him back to the cave."

"M'good, Mousey," Jason says, lifting his fist. "Sorry you had to come rescue your cool big bro. S'not your job."

"I was the one who could get here the fastest," you reply. After a moment's hesitation, you bump his fist with your own. "You're gonna be okay."

"M'gonna be okay," he echoes, knowing you need that confirmation. "Saved my life, kid. I'll do all your chores for the next week."

That gets a wet laugh out of you. You hug Jason tight and the shadows of the alley pool underneath your bodies. Jason closes his eyes and hugs you back, a steady anchor in the free-falling sensation entering your darkness gives him.

"My heroics are only worth a week of chores?"

"S'better than the rest get," he says. "They get one chore. Not even a whole day, just one chore."

You bury your face in his shoulder as the void swallows you and him up.

"You're my favorite, too, Jay-Jay," you mumble. Jason smiles as he loses the battle for consciousness.

--

"Good afternoon; welcome to Truce Juice. Would you like a moment with a menu or are you ready to order?"

Jason leans his hip against the counter and takes a menu off the small, laminated stack you've got sitting there, glancing over the options. Behind the helmet, he smiles as he remembers all the late nights you pulled him and your other brothers into the kitchen to taste test these drinks and snacks, desperate to make things that would appeal to many people. He remembers how proud you were to graduate from your culinary courses and the victory cry you let out when you found insurance willing to cover the building.

You smile warmly at him, waiting patiently for him to choose something off the menu for the first time in your brand new business.

"Black coffee," he says, voice warped by the modulator in the helmet, "two sugars."

"What size?" You ask, tapping it into the screen in front of you.

"Large. And a turkey panini, with avocado and pesto."

"Toasted?"

"What other fuckin' way would anybody get a panini?" He muses aloud. To strangers, he would sound angry, but you can tell he's genuinely asking. You just shrug and keep the soft smile on your face.

"You'd be surprised. Your total's on the screen; will that be cash or card?"

Jason reaches a gloved hand down. It glides past the pistol strapped to his thigh, eliciting nervous gasps from bystanders in the cafe, and into the pocket underneath, drawing out a plain, tri-fold wallet. He pulls out two hundred-dollar bills and huffs at you to keep the change, then saunters over to the pick-up counter to wait.

He crosses his arms and watches you scuttle around behind the counter, genuinely happy to make food and drinks for anybody that comes in. So far, you're uninjured and you've been able to stop any rising conflicts in seconds, which he's endlessly thankful for.

When his order is ready, you hand it to him with another bright smile.

"Alright, mister Hood, here you go. Have a great day!"

Jason nods, about to turn away, when he sees you hold your fist out in his periphery.

He grins, heart fit to burst, and bumps it back.

[rmview]

another member likes you, TXT.

featuring — txt members x f!reader ( masterlist )

summary — how the txt boys react when noticing that one of their group members has a crush on you!

contents — slight angst, no warnings.

soo ❣ bin

soobin noticed the way kai looked at you — the lingering glances, the quick smiles. at first, he brushed it off. he’s just being nice and i’m probably overthinking this, he told himself. but the way your name lit up in conversations, how his tone softened when he spoke to you… soobin couldn’t ignore it anymore.

one evening, as the two of you were cuddled on the couch, soobin hesitated before speaking. “i need to ask you something,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

you sat up slightly, concern written across your face as you turned your attention to him instead of the tv. “what is it?”

he fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. “do you think… do you think he likes you?”

you blinked, caught off guard. “what? who?”

soobin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “one of the guys. i don’t want to name names to make you uncomfortable, but… i can’t help but feel like he has feelings for you.”

your heart softened at the hesitance in his tone, not really caring about which member felt that way since you viewed them all as friends. “soobin, you’re the only one i care about. even if someone else felt that way, it really doesn’t matter to me.”

though your words reassured him, soobin couldn’t shake off his protective instincts, wanting some clarity. later that night, he approached the member in question. “i need to talk to you,” he said, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by quiet firmness, knowing despite everything, he could be open with kai and resolve the issue calmly.

when the truth came out — that kai indeed had a little crush on you — soobin let out a shaky sigh. “i can’t control how you feel, but i need you to respect what we have,” he said. “she’s important to me, and i won’t let anything come between us.”

yeon ❣ jun

yeonjun was confident in your relationship and trusted both you and his members fully, but even he couldn’t ignore the tension growing whenever you and beomgyu were in the same room. at first, yeonjun chalked it up to friendship. but the way beomgyu seemed to light up around you, the lingering stares… it started to gnaw at him.

one evening, after a group dinner, yeonjun casually threw his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked home. “so,” he started, his tone light but laced with curiosity, yet wanting to get to the bottom of the situation. “do you ever notice how beomgyu acts around you sometimes?”

you tilted your head, confused at the unusual question. “what do you mean, jun?”

yeonjun chuckled, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. “you don’t think he’s… interested in you or anything, right?”

you laughed softly at his words, shaking your head. “ah, is that what you think? i don’t know, even if he were, it wouldn’t change how i feel about you.”

yeonjun’s confidence returned, satisfied with the reassurance and he pressed a kiss to your hair. “good,” he said. but a few days later when he found himself alone with beomgyu, he couldn’t help but bring up the topic.

“hey,” yeonjun began, leaning casually against the doorframe of the practice room and fidgeting with his bottled water while beomgyu scrolled on his phone. “i want to ask you something, and i need you to be honest, yeah?”

when beomgyu admitted his feelings after some poking and uneasy hesitance, yeonjun’s expression softened slightly. “look, i get it. she’s amazing,” he said. “but she’s with me. i don’t want this to mess up our friendship — or the group. just… be careful, okay?”

beom ❣ gyu

beomgyu noticed the way soobin seemed to seek you out in conversations, laughing a little too hard at your jokes, and lingering in your presence. at first, he found it funny. “well, at least he’s got good taste,” he joked to himself. but the more he noticed it, the more it started to bother him despite his endless trust in you and his leader.

one morning, as you cooked breakfast after staying the night at the dorms with him, beomgyu blurted out when nobody was around, “do you think soobin has a crush on you?”

you blinked in surprise, glancing back at him owlishly with a spatula in hand. “what? no way! why would you think that?”

beomgyu leaned back on the stool, crossing his arms with a slight frown. “because i see the way he looks at you. i mean, i don’t blame him — you’re amazing — but it’s starting to get on my nerves a little.”

you put the spatula down and reached for his hand over the counter, squeezing it gently. “beomgyu, i’m with you. that’s all that matters, and i wouldn’t change it for anything. but also, he cares about you a lot no matter whatever his feelings are, so don’t let it get to you.”

he smiled and nodded, though the worry lingered despite your words making sense and he left the topic alone for the rest of the week. but one day when he caught soobin staring at you from across the room unblinkingly while you played a game with yeonjun, beomgyu couldn’t resist teasing the member in question. “hey,” he said, throwing an arm around soobin’s shoulder. “you’ve got good taste, but you know she’s mine, right?”

when soobin froze and stammered an apology, his ears red, beomgyu chuckled but then grew serious. “i’m not mad,” he said. “but i love her, and as my leader and friend, i need to know you’ll respect that.”

tae ❣ hyun

taehyun was perceptive — too perceptive for his own good. he noticed the smallest details, like how yeonjun seemed to look at your reaction to his jokes and antics or the way his teasing demeanor changed around you. taehyun didn’t say anything at first, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on the situation.

while you and him were on a quiet walk one night as he took you home, he couldn’t help but breach the topic. “hey, i want to ask you something,” he said, glancing down at you.

“what is it, tae?” you replied, concerned by the serious look in his eyes despite his mask covering most of his face, your hand in his.

“do you think yeonjun likes you?” he asked bluntly, not beating around the bush.

you stared at him in shock for a few moments, before shaking your head. “taehyun, no. why would you think that?”

“because i see the way he acts around you sometimes,” taehyun said, his voice calm but firm. “i’m not jealous or anything — i just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”

you stopped walking and turned to face him, grasping both of his hands and smiling softly underneath your mask. “you don’t have to worry about anything, i only care about you.”

relieved at your words but still cautious since it was an itch he couldn’t forget, taehyun approached the topic when he got home that night and bumped into yeonjun directly. “i know how you feel,” he said, his tone respectful but unwavering as he spoke bluntly without thinking. “but i need you to back off. she’s with me, and i won’t let anything come between us.”

kai ❣

huening kai was usually easygoing, but he couldn’t ignore the way taehyun seemed to have a tendency to drift toward you, taking closer seats whenever you were at the dorms or trying to prolong conversations with you. at first, kai tried to brush it off as his own imagination, but as time went on, it became harder to ignore.

“kai, are you okay?” you asked one evening, noticing his unusually quiet demeanor while you were helping him fold some of his clothes in his messy room.

he hesitated mid-fold before blurting out, “do you think taehyun has a little crush on you?”

your eyes widened as you nearly dropped the shirt in surprise, finding it hard to believe since the chatty guy usually came off as friendly. “what? no, i don’t think so, at least. why would you say that?”

kai shrugged, fidgeting nervously. “it’s just… i’ve noticed the way he acts around you. i don’t know — maybe i’m just overthinking it.”

you walked to kai and sat him down, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh. “you have nothing to worry about, whether it’s true or not. i’m with you, and taehyun adores you too much to hurt you, so that’s all that matters.”

though your words comforted him, kai later found himself pulling taehyun aside before practice the next day. “hey,” he said softly but seriously, taehyun equally as owlish. “i don’t want there to be any weird tension between us, but i can’t ignore what i’ve noticed. she’s my girlfriend, and i need to know you’ll respect that.”

taehyun immediately apologized and reassured him that it was superficial and he just found you interesting, kai smiled gently. “it’s okay. i just… i love her, and i don’t want anything to mess that up.”

notes: the txt boys are so cute and this was so much fun to do! (i guess fluffy content isn't cutting it for me anymore xD)

[eggroll-sama]

When Your Bikini Top Goes Loose

The Spider Society is hosting a beach party and you were invited. It was supposed to be a nice sunny outing with your lovely boyfriend, until an accident occurs with your bikini top…BASICALLY the stereotypical anime beach swimsuit trope. How would the boys react?

Miles

Tries to block the view with his body because he doesn’t want anybody else to see his girlfriend in such a vulnerable state, but his skinny stature doesn’t help, especially if you’re on the thicker side.

“O-kay! Everybody turn around! Just a little outfit malfunction, nothing to see here!”

Probably draws more attention by opening his mouth, but he didn’t mean it. Very protective boyfriend. Webs a random beach towel from the ground (apologizes later to whoever it belonged to) and hands them to you. He will help you hold it up while you fix your outfit malfunction. Very awkward but respectful. He would try to act cool and indifferent, but his mind is running 100 miles an hour.

99% chance he’ll get jealous and put off if someone saw you. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell it’s bothering him. If you ask him about it to tease him, he’s going to deny it to his grave.

Hobie

The most chill when it happens. Doesn’t get possessive if someone saw your chest since he’s a believer in normalizing public nudity, but will shoot web on their face if they were ogling or making you uncomfortable. The man just quietly saunters over to not make a big scene and helps you out. Afterwards he’d joke that his hands will be more trustworthy for your chest.

To make sure that the bikini bra doesn’t go loose again, he makes it more secure for you with his spiderwebs. 100% full proof and the bikini won’t ever go loose again.

“Okay, give a little twirl for me now. Damn, absolutely stunnin’.”

Gives you a little slap on the butt and a kiss on the cheek. Doesn’t care if anyone else sees.

Pavitr

As the ever observant boy that he is, he notices it going loose even before you. Quickly used his webs so that it covers your chest on time.

“Ay, that was a close one! Good thing your amazing boyfriend was there to help you!”

Might get creative when he’s tired out from swimming and playing volleyball, and starts crocheting you a bikini outfit while you’re laying on him. According to him, he’s a “talented, amazing, super cool, handsome” boyfriend like that. He’ll use your favorite colors and even asks you what type of design you’d prefer.

Miguel

Doesn’t have the spidey-sense to notice your bikini top going loose before it’s too late. His eyes instantly scan the area, landing on a few spider people that fervently shake their head in denial of seeing anything or acting like they were distracted.

Holds you in his arms bridal style, ignores you telling him to put you down, and takes you to the beach bathroom where you can fix your top.

He acts standoffish when you come back, and he would give you a half-baked answer if you ask what’s wrong. You get your answer when he starts to act clingier and protective over you. You catch him glancing at your bikini top’s strings several times to make sure it doesn’t go loose again and when you suggest doing anything physical like swimming or volleyball, he gets skeptical.

“What’s wrong with reading with me under the parasol? …dios, I’m just too worn out to go back into the water…(sees you running back to the water)…ay coño (chases you).”

[moechies]

౨ৎ ⋆ pinky promise! ꨄ toji fushiguro

sypnosis: pinky promises with your big endearing husband

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.4kwords ꒱ angst w/ comfort ending, fluff, reader cries :<, big soft amazing husband toji

author’s note : dis dumb idea popped up into my head during a break ‘nd i couldn’t stop thinking about it all dayyy!! fic may be a little self indulgent and delusional but :( fun fact,, yv can’t deal with angst where the charac dies because it actually makes so sad so i have to give dem a happy ending :,3

enjoy !1!1!

it’s dumb.

pinky promises at your grown age, intertwining fingers with another and pressing a chaste kiss to your thumb to seal it. you’re not a kid anymore.

in fact, toji thinks it’s dumb too.

the moment you told him about the scarcity of pinky promises, and how much they meant to you, he laughed. he held you in his arms tightly on the cushioned couch of your shared living room, chuckling as you verbally beat him up about laughing at you.

“i’m serious, stop laughing !”

“‘m sorry doll, but that’s ridiculous.”

“nuh uh, it’s not.” you stuff a chip in his mouth, “if you wanna date me, y’have to do pinky promises with me.”

his eyes bore into your cheeky grin, what a contagious little thing. he can’t help but crack a smile at the childish request, mumbling a little something under his breath before you poke at his cheek.

“what did you say?!” you yelp, fingers pulling at his cheeks.

“nothin,’ doll, don’t worry about it.” he grins before gently tugging his face away from your assaulting fingers, careful not to embarrass your little ego. you pout, but don’t forget about your original question to the man,

“so? y’have to do it, because you can’t break up with me..” you pout at the thought, head lowering in hopes that he’d fall for your pity trap and subconsciously agree.

he laughs. toji isn’t dumb, not even close. “okay, i’ll do those childish little promises with you.”

“they’re not childish, toji!”

“they are.”

“they’re not !”

“they.. definitely are.” he snickers.

“fine. whatever. can we make our first promise, then?” you hold out a pinky to his face, nicely manicured with a pretty slim band on your ring finger.

you tug on his larger hand, pulling on the pinky that he purposefully clenched into his fist. “let go, toji!” you squeal, attempting to pull his finger away from the inside of his palm, but he keeps a firm grip to get a reaction out of you. he decides it’s enough when he sees your mouth open, obviously resorting to biting.

“alright, alright, here.” he huffs, pointing out his pinky mirroring yours.

your smile is magnetic, eyes as big as doe’s as you intertwine your pinky into his. “okay, what should our first promise be?”

“you decide cutie.”

“mm,” your brows furrow, “kay, you have to promise to love me forever.”

“dumb girl. that’s a given. no?”

“doesn’t matter!” you shake your head, “y’can’t ever break a promise! ever. this is just confirmation, okay?” you grin, kissing the man on the cheek when he nods stiffly.

“okay, say it then.”

“i’ll love you, my sweet girl, forever.” he can’t help but smile when your face flushes, lips quivering slightly almost as if you’re nervous. your eyes are hardly able to look into his, as if two highschool virgins who just shared their first kiss.

“k-kay,” you giggle, “i promise to love you forever too, toji.” toji hums, “that’s right.”

“okay, now, you have to kiss your thumb. we hafta do it at the same time.”

“for what ?”

“to seal it, toji ! so you can never go back on it.”

he kisses the tip of his thumb simultaneously as you nip yours, diamond eyes staring into yours. you grow flustered, hand which had been intertwined with his lightly slapping against his face to stop his staring.

“stop lookin’ at me like that!”

.⋆*

you subconsciously turn your body away from your husband, moaning and writhing in your sleep. beads of sweat crown on your forehead as your mewls grow loud, waking toji up in a cold sweat.

he fumbles to you, shaking your arm slightly in order to wake you. your short sniffles make his heart drop, pulling himself over you to see your face.

you’re crying.

a singular tear beads in the corner of your eye, limping down the bridge of your nose before spilling onto the white sheets. toji watches you intently, still attempting to awaken you without scaring you soulless.

“c’mon sweet thing, wake up.” he whispers, adjusting and pulling your body close into his, snug against his chest. he feels a slight tickle against his bare pecs when your head falls into and against his shoulder, watching your lashes slowly trickle open, eyelids fluttering rapidly.

you scramble gently before you’re aware, giving in and falling pliantly against your husband as he coos.

he feels his heart ache when you nudge yourself further into his body, wrapping your smaller arms around his torso, mumbling incoherent nothings into his chest with unnoticed tears.

“t— toji , d-don—“

“come ‘ere, doll. tell me what’s wrong? hm? ‘s alright.” he coos, laying low so that you’re face to face, and no longer hiding against his chest. his lips come to press a warm chaste kiss against your forehead, thumb soothing over your messy baby hairs as he reads into your expression.

“t-toji.” you sniffle, attempting your best to pull yourself together to rid the weight off your chest. “‘s just me, doll.” he grins.

“toji, can we make a promise? pinky promise? p-please?” you stutter, and it rips him to pieces. to see you so vulnerable, eyes full of innocent pain, as if you were once again, a kid who had just gotten told no.

he wanted to see it back, yours bright eyes so full of life. and looking into your crystalline ones now, he almost didn’t know if he would ever have it back.

“y-yeah, of course, sweet thing. what’s wrong ?”

“promise,” you sniffle,

“promise you’ll always be h-here, always gonna come home to me, and we’ll live happily ever after. o-okay?”

he feels a lump grow in his throat.

so desperate, so eager to say ‘yes, i promise,’ but yet when he opens his mouth to speak, there’s nothing; not even a squeak. so silent you could hear a pin drop.

his chest tightens when he feels your pinky point out from your fist below the sheets, feeling your hand slowly drag against the blanket, bringing it up towards his face. his chest aches, staring into your clueless-like eyes with a gaze he never once had before.

“please, pinky p-promise, toji?” the silence carried you on edge, bottom lip quivering as tears thread along your lash line threatens to spill.

“doll, i can’t.” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of your hand.

and there it was, that look, almost as if he had betrayed you, told you he didn’t love you. he feels his world crash down, as so do you at the sudden beam of reality, the cruel world you and your lover had been stuffed in.

“b-but—“

“i can’t, doll. i can’t lie t’you like that. y’said i can never break your pinky promises, hm?“

“yes but—“ his thumb swipes across your flushed cheeks, barely holding himself together having to look into your broken expression. eyes full of hopelessness, and it breaks his heart.

“don’t cry, baby.” he kisses the tip of your nose,

“y’know i’d give everythin’ to be able to promise you that if i could.”

and you sob.

hopelessly into the man’s chest, holding him impossibly close as he does the same back. his arm splayed across your back, pulling you in tight as he shushes your cries. “baby, don’t cry. look at me. please?” you shake your head, sniffling into his collar before he takes the matter into his own hands, tipping your chin to look at him.

you attempt to refuse, but he leaves you no chance to be let off.

“doll.”

“hnn.. stop,” you writhe in his grip, just the very least bit annoyed that he wouldn’t let you cry in peace.

“i promise, i’ll find you in every life time. anything i am, anywhere ill be, i promise. i’ll find you. okay? i’ll pinky promise you that.” he glances down before tugging your hand towards him, pressing 2 light kisses on your hand. one on the fingers of your clenched fist, finger prodding against the tight clench before pressing another kiss onto your palm.

“i pinky promise doll. i’ll love you beyond death doing us part.”

he smiles, watching your expression turn lighter than before, sniffles turning quiet before pointing out a weak pinky towards him.

“i promise— pinky promise, i-i’ll love you beyond death doing us part, toji.”

“mhm.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss onto his fingertip, and watching you do the same.

“toji, i love you.” a dumb fat smile grows across his face, and before you know it, he’s smothering your damped face with gentle kisses. “t-toji stop !” and he sighs with relief when he hears you giggle, finally stopping as he trails down your neck to hide into the short crevice of your collarbone.

“i’ll love you more than you’ll ever know, doll.”

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Warnings- they’re high, weed mention, cute as hell

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“Christ.” She heard the whisper as she looked over from her phone to the man approaching her. He’d gone to go grab some chips, but it was evident that he’d been distracted the moment he walked back into the room.

“What?” The word was laughed under her breath as she tilted her head up properly to watch as he placed the bowl of chips down, getting on his knees in front of her. “Oh- hello?” Large hands pawed at her knees, pulling them apart as he wiggled his way to kneel between them. “What’s goin’ on?”

Harry’s mind was an interesting place that she liked to explore, but when he was high she couldn’t anticipate what he would do or say. It was exciting, in a way, because some of his funniest moments or revelations appeared from this exact scenarios. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as they looked over her face in awe, the bated silence making her raise a questioning brow at him.

“Just…” he licked his bottom lip, sliding his hands up over her thighs. The lack of pants seemed to please him, skin to skin contact making him lean further into her space. “Don’t think you know how much I love you. Didn’t think I could love you more, n’then bam!” He widened his eyes, making her jump at the sudden loudness of the word. “Walked in here and like… swear, my heart grew. Like the grinch or… Oscar the grouch? Whoever the fuck, they’re both fuzzy, green and grouchy, but. It hit me in the stomach and it’s like…. You’re my girl. Call yourself my girlfriend t’everyone. You’re wearing my fuckin’ shirt!”

Like it was the greatest honor of all time, he preened at the vision of her in front of him. One hand slipped under the shirt to grasp her tummy while the other grabbed her hand, pulling it to lay flat on his chest. “See? My heart kicked up a storm as soon as you touch me. S’fucking crazy. You don’t even know that it does this all the time too.” If he wasn’t being so earnest, Y/N would have giggled at how amazed he was at the concept of love. It was stupidly endearing.

“I love you too, baby.” She whispered, putting her phone down so she could hold his face in her other hand. He was right- his heart was thudding hard against her palm. “Thank you for telling me. Are you… what are you doing?”

While she stroked his cheek he had shuffled forward, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her into his body. Her at the edge of the couch and him grabbing her other hand to put it in his hair before lifting her shirt up and ducking under it. “Woah! What’re y’doing, crazy man?”

“Need t’be closer to your heart.” He mumbled, lips pressing against her chest. It was entirely chaste and she could feel the intention before his cheek pressed against it. Her hand migrated from his chest to behind his neck, the position slightly odd but incredibly sweet. Surely his knees had to be sore from the hardwood but he didn’t care, nuzzling into her as he whispered to her.

“Love your heart. Gonna take care of it like y’take care of me, n’we’re gonna have a nice lil’ life just gettin’ to grow out love for each other. Gonna make you some good food later so you’re all nourished and then we’ll take a shower, but I think I wanna take a nap here.” He sighed, eyes shut as she gently massaged the back of his neck.

��Well… if you want to nap, that’s okay, but you need to get up here. You can’t nap on your knees, baby.”

“Shh. Jus’ for a little bit. Promise, mama. M’fine. Just don’t move n’keep doing that thing on my neck. If I was in a different mood that could probably make me nut, if m’honest.”

“Oooookay. Shh. Go to sleep.” She snorted, wondering how much more he’d have smoked when she wasn’t looking to get to this state.

“Kay. Love you so much, mama. You’re my entire world n’if I dream, it’ll probably be about you. It always is.”

[itendtothinkalot]

shh secret santa

summary: your building has an annual tradition of secret santa! lo and behold, the sweetest gift, paired with a personal letter, has arrived at your doorstep. but… who gave this to you? was it the sweet stranger soobin? or the overly friendly yeonjun? could it be the building's sweetheart huening kai? or maybe the ever-so-smart taehyun, who once helped you with your groceries? you and your best friend, beomgyu, set out to find your secret admirer! holding stakeouts, knocking on doors pretending to need baking powder…are you ever gonna find out just who it is?

genre: fluff

characters: beomgyu x f!reader

words: 7.8k

warnings: none

“Secret Santa again?” Beomgyu stood in front of the building’s bulletin board, his arms crossed and his head tilted like he was trying to decipher a piece of abstract art. “Doesn’t this just mean more cheap mugs and scented candles no one asked for?”

You shot him a look, adjusting your scarf as you joined him. “You say that every year, and yet every year, you still sign up.”

“Because I’m forced to,” he replied, dramatically gesturing toward you with a mock look of despair. “I can’t possibly let you suffer through this ridiculous tradition alone.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “Ridiculous tradition? It’s fun! It’s festive! It’s—”

“A waste of time,” he finished, smirking. “But hey, you do look cute when you’re overly excited about it.”

You ignored the way your cheeks warmed at his words and focused on the poster instead. Bright red and green letters announced this year’s exchange, and little tabs with a sign-up link dangled at the bottom like a challenge.

“See? Look how many people have already signed up!” you pointed out, noticing how many tabs were already missing.

“Uh-huh. And I bet half of them are only doing it because the landlord guilt-tripped them at the last tenant meeting.”

“Or because they like spreading Christmas cheer,” you countered, tearing off a tab and waving it at him. “Come on, it’s the season of giving!”

Beomgyu snorted, plucking the tab from your hand. “Fine. But if I end up with another pair of cat-patterned socks from Mrs. Kim, I’m blaming you.”

“Mrs. Kim has great taste, thank you very much,” you said, stepping into the elevator with him.

He leaned casually against the wall, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets. “Sure, if you’re into socks that meow when you walk.”

You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself. “Okay, that would be amazing.”

Beomgyu just shook his head, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The truth was, for all his sarcasm, he never actually missed a chance to join the building’s holiday traditions—not that he’d ever admit it. Especially if the tradition made you happy.

What you didn’t notice was the way his eyes softened as he watched you beam at the prospect of another Secret Santa season. And you certainly didn’t notice how he subtly nudged the elevator’s "close door" button just so you wouldn’t catch the faint blush creeping up his neck.

This year, he had plans. Big ones. Plans he wasn’t sure you’d even notice, but that was fine—he wasn’t doing it to be noticed. He just wanted you to be happy.

—

The day had finally arrived—the day you’d find out who you’d be shopping for in the Secret Santa exchange. You’d been eagerly anticipating the little envelope that would be slipped under your door, wondering who in the building you’d be tasked with surprising.

By the time you woke up and shuffled to your front door, you could already see it there, waiting—a cream-colored envelope with your name scrawled across the front in a looping script.

“Got yours already?” Beomgyu’s voice called from down the hallway. You turned to see him leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He was still in sweats, his hair messily tousled, as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Yep.” You held it up triumphantly, grinning. “Let me guess, you haven’t even checked yet?”

“Why would I? It’s probably someone who doesn’t even like me.” He wandered over lazily, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Maybe it’s me,” you teased, holding the envelope close to your chest.

He snorted. “If it’s you, I’ll just wrap up one of those meowing socks and call it a day.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing as you opened the envelope. Inside was a simple card with a single name written in the same handwriting: Mr. Huang from 3C.

“Huh. Mr. Huang,” you muttered, glancing at Beomgyu.

“The old guy with the massive plant collection?” Beomgyu asked, raising an eyebrow. “Better get him a watering can or something. Real original.”

“Hey, don’t knock it! I could get creative,” you shot back, slipping the card into your pocket. “What about you? Aren’t you even a little curious who you got?”

He shrugged but pulled a matching envelope from his hoodie pocket. With a dramatic flourish, he opened it and peeked inside. “Oh, great. It’s Soobin.”

You laughed, already picturing Beomgyu’s attempts at picking out something for the reserved and slightly mysterious guy from the fourth floor. “You’re going to have to actually put some thought into this one, you know.”

“Why? I’ll just get him... I don’t know, books or something. He looks like a book guy,” Beomgyu said, waving the card dismissively.

Before you could reply, he leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “But the real question is, what are you hoping for? From your Secret Santa, I mean.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. His expression was casual, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of curiosity, or maybe something more.

“I don’t know,” you admitted after a moment, looking away. “Something thoughtful, I guess. Something that shows they put effort into it.”

“Thoughtful,” he repeated, almost to himself, before stepping back with a grin. “Well, don’t get your hopes up too high. People around here aren’t exactly known for their effort.”

“Except me,” you retorted with a playful smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, except you.” He reached out to ruffle your hair before sauntering back to his apartment. 

“Hey!” You scowled, combing through your hair with your fingers.

—

Beomgyu had been sprawled on your couch, tossing a stress ball into the air and catching it lazily while you tried to explain why your favorite holiday movie, Elf, was “a masterpiece of comedy.” He wasn’t convinced—something about “how much sugar can one man consume before it becomes a horror movie”—and you were just about to launch into a rebuttal when the knock interrupted you.

“Expecting someone?” Beomgyu asked, glancing toward the door but making no effort to move.

“Nope.” You stood up, brushing crumbs from your sweatpants, and opened the door.

There was no one there, but sitting neatly on the floor was a small, wrapped box with a folded piece of paper perched on top. You blinked, picking it up and shutting the door behind you.

“What’s that?” Beomgyu asked, sitting up slightly as you returned to the couch.

“I... don’t know.” You set the package on the coffee table, unfolding the note.

The handwriting was the first thing that struck you—neat but slightly slanted, as if the writer had been nervous while writing it.

To my Secret Santa recipient,

Here’s a little something to start the season. I hope it brightens your day, even just a little. Sometimes the smallest joys make the biggest difference.

P.S. There’s more where this came from.

Your lips curved into a small smile as you reread the note. It was simple, but undeniably thoughtful.

“What’s it say?” Beomgyu leaned closer, trying to peek over your shoulder.

You held it up for him, and his eyes flicked across the words. “I didn’t realise we were filming a cheesy Netflix Christmas special.”

“Aw, c’mon! You have to admit, this is a little sweet.” you protested, grinning as you set the note aside and reached for the box.

“Sweet? Sure. A little vague? Absolutely,” he said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “What if it’s just a trap to guilt-trip you into being impressed?”

“Oh my God, Beomgyu, do you ever turn off the sarcasm?”

“Not around you, no.” 

Ignoring him, you carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a tiny snow globe with a miniature Christmas tree inside, glittery snow swirling around when you tilted it. It was clearly handmade.

“Okay, this is so cute, I can’t believe they made this!” you said, holding it up to admire the craftsmanship.

Beomgyu leaned closer again, squinting at the snow globe. “Hmm. Could’ve gotten it from one of those pop-up stalls at the mall.”

“Would you stop being so cynical?” You set the snow globe on your shelf, smiling as you looked back at the note. “I wonder who it could be. It’s supposed to be anonymous, but... this feels so personal.”

Beomgyu shrugged, grabbing his stress ball again. “Good luck figuring it out. Maybe it’s that guy in 4B who always leaves his bike in the hallway. Romantic and annoying.”

“Or maybe it’s Soobin,” you said thoughtfully, half-teasing. “He’s quiet, but he’s sweet. This seems like something he’d do.”

You flopped back onto the couch with a sigh, excitement bubbling inside you. “I need to know who this is.”

Beomgyu smirked, tossing the stress ball in the air. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a Christmas mystery to solve.”

“Exactly. And you,” you said, pointing a finger at him, “are going to help me.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Sure. Why not? Someone’s gotta keep you from embarrassing yourself.”

—

“Suspects? You’re making them sound like serial killers,” Beomgyu said, barely concealing a smirk as he leaned over to grab the list you’d scribbled on a notepad.

“Okay, fine—here’s the list of single males around our age in this building. There are only four of them, so it shouldn’t be that difficult to figure out.”

Beomgyu held the list up and read it aloud with mock seriousness. “Soobin, Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Huening Kai.” He shot you a grin. “Looks like you’re going to need a stakeout partner.”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend,” you said with a laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of your apartment.

By the time you reached the lobby, you were fully in spy mode. Wearing a black hoodie pulled low over your face and armed with a thermos of hot chocolate, you and Beomgyu settled onto the slightly worn sofa by the elevators. From here, you had a clear view of anyone coming or going.

“Alright, Operation Christmas Sleuth begins,” Beomgyu said, sipping from his own thermos. “Who’s first on the list?”

“Yeonjun,” you whispered, like you were sharing classified information. “He’s charming, thoughtful, and always looking for ways to make people smile. This whole Secret Santa thing screams ‘Yeonjun energy.’”

Beomgyu snorted. “Sounds like you’ve already decided it’s him.”

“Shh! He’s coming!”

Sure enough, Yeonjun emerged from the elevator, dressed casually in a sweater and jeans, with his signature confident gait. He was carrying a gift bag in one hand and a phone in the other, talking animatedly as he walked toward the exit.

Your eyes narrowed. “Gift bag. Definitely suspicious.”

“Or he’s just going to see a friend,” Beomgyu said, clearly unimpressed. “Not everything is a clue, Sherlock.”

Ignoring him, you leaned forward slightly, trying to catch snippets of Yeonjun’s conversation as he passed by.

“...Yeah, no, it’s for the office party. Secret Santa at work—totally forgot about it until this morning. I hope whoever gets this likes chocolate.” Yeonjun laughed, his voice fading as he walked out the door. “I’m so busy this year, I didn’t even sign up for my building’s Secret Santa this year.”

You sat back with a groan. “Well, that rules him out.”

Beomgyu smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms. “One down, three to go. And here I thought this was going to be easy for a master detective like you.”

You shot him a glare. “Shut up. This is a process.”

“Sure it is,” he said, fighting a grin. “So, who’s next?”

You looked down at your list, tapping your pen against the paper. “Taehyun. He’s quiet, but he’s creative and sweet. This seems like the kind of thing he’d enjoy doing.”

“Well, let’s hope he doesn’t spend all his time in his apartment,” Beomgyu said, settling in for what promised to be a long night of amateur sleuthing.

As you watched the lobby, sipping hot chocolate and waiting for the next suspect to appear, you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. You’d solve this mystery—eventually. But for now, you were enjoying the chase.

—

It had been two hours, and none of the remaining suspects had come down. The hot chocolate was gone, the couch was starting to feel lumpy, and Beomgyu had gone from mildly amused to annoyingly restless.

That’s when he came up with the dumbest idea yet.

“We should visit him!” he announced, his eyes lighting up like he’d just solved world hunger.

You blinked at him, incredulous. “Are you crazy? I don’t even know him like that. We’ve had, like, two conversations. And both of them were about the weather!”

Beomgyu shrugged, completely unbothered by your protests. “Exactly. This is the perfect chance to get to know him better. We’ll just say you need to borrow sugar or something.”

“I have sugar!” you hissed.

“Then lie.” He grabbed your arm, tugging you toward the elevator.

“Beomgyu, no!” you whispered furiously, but he was already pressing the button for Taehyun’s floor, looking far too pleased with himself.

The elevator ride was filled with your whispered threats and Beomgyu’s annoying grin. “Relax,” he said as the doors opened. “This is foolproof.”

By the time you reached Taehyun’s door, your nerves were in overdrive. Beomgyu knocked before you could chicken out, flashing you a mischievous grin as you glared daggers at him.

The door opened a moment later, and there stood Taehyun—polite and unassuming, as always. He tilted his head slightly, clearly surprised to see you. “Oh, hi. Can I help you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Thankfully, Beomgyu jumped in, all too eager to take the lead. “Hey, man! We were just wondering if you had any—uh—baking powder?”

“Baking powder?” you whispered under your breath, shooting him a look of pure disbelief.

Taehyun raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. “Um, yeah, I think I might have some. Hold on.”

As he disappeared into his apartment, you turned to Beomgyu, whispering furiously. “Baking powder? Seriously?”

“What? It’s plausible!” he whispered back, clearly enjoying himself.

Taehyun returned a moment later, holding a small container. “Here you go.”

You managed a weak smile. “Thanks. Sorry to bother you.”

“No problem,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Are you two doing some holiday baking?”

Beomgyu opened his mouth to reply, probably with some ridiculous story, but he stopped short when a soft voice called from inside the apartment.

“Taehyun? Who’s at the door?”

You froze. Beomgyu froze. And then a young woman appeared behind Taehyun, resting a hand on his shoulder as she peered curiously at the two of you. She was pretty, with warm eyes and a cozy sweater that practically screamed "holiday girlfriend."

“Oh, just the neighbors,” Taehyun explained with an easy smile. He turned back to you. “This is Yejin, my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

“Well, that clears things up,” Beomgyu said brightly, clapping his hands together. “Thanks for the baking powder, man. Have a good night!”

Before you could say anything, Beomgyu grabbed your arm and steered you back toward the elevator, practically dragging you inside.

As soon as the doors closed, you turned to him, your face burning with embarrassment. “Baking powder? Girlfriend?! Beomgyu, I hate you.”

He burst out laughing, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Hey, at least we know it’s not him now. Process of elimination!”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “This is a disaster.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he said, nudging you playfully. “Two down, two to go. We’re getting closer, Sherlock.”

You sighed, pulling out your list and crossing off Taehyun’s name. “Fine. Who’s next?”

Beomgyu grinned. “Huening Kai. Let’s hope this one doesn’t have a secret family or something.”

You glared at him, but you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. Despite everything, you had to admit—this was kind of fun.

—

The elevator ride was shorter this time, and you were both in surprisingly good spirits, despite the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

“Alright, so Huening Kai,” Beomgyu said, his voice dropping to a whisper as if they could somehow hear them through the walls. “He’s a bit mysterious, but he seems like the type to go all in for something like this. Plus, he’s always been friendly to you, right?”

You nodded, feeling a flutter of uncertainty. “Yeah, he’s nice. He’s always hanging around the building, helping everyone out, like when he fixed that leak in the hallway. And the way he always smiles at me when we pass each other—could totally be the type to send letters, right?”

Beomgyu smirked. “Seems like a pretty solid candidate to me. Let's scope him out.”

When you arrived at his floor, you tried to act casual, but the tension in the air was thick. You weren’t sure why, but you had a feeling Huening Kai might be the one. Maybe it was the way his presence felt just a little more noticeable now, or maybe it was because you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his kind, easy-going nature lately.

Beomgyu knocked before you could talk yourself out of it.

Huening Kai opened the door quickly, his trademark bright smile greeting you both. “Hey, guys! What’s up?”

You forced a smile back, feeling your nerves tingle. “Hey! We were just—uh, wondering if you had any extra eggnog? We’re trying to get into the holiday spirit but this one here only has matcha at home.”

You nudged Beomgyu, annoyed.

“Eggnog, huh?” Huening Kai raised an eyebrow but grinned. “I think I have a little left. Hold on a sec.”

You watched him disappear into his apartment, looking around the hallway nervously. The thought that maybe, just maybe, Huening Kai could be the Secret Santa who had been leaving you those letters—and the one who’d just given you the nicest gift yet—didn’t seem as far-fetched anymore.

Beomgyu nudged you with his elbow. “So, do you think it’s him? I mean, he seems like the perfect guy for it. Super kind, thoughtful, and just, well… charming.”

You couldn’t stop the hopeful smile that tugged at your lips. “Yeah, maybe. I could see it being him.”

A moment later, Huening Kai returned, carrying a small bottle of eggnog with a flourish. “Here you go,” he said, handing it over. “It’s not much, but it’s festive!”

“Thanks, man!” Beomgyu said quickly, not wasting time with pleasantries. “You’re the best. Anyway, we’re gonna head back now.”

“Hold up.” Huening Kai’s voice stopped you just as you were about to leave. “You know, with everything going on, I was thinking about inviting you both to the party I’m hosting tomorrow night. Nothing fancy—just a few of us hanging out, you know?”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden offer. “Oh, that sounds really nice,” you said, not sure how you felt about a party.

He smiled, his eyes soft. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. I know the holidays can get a little overwhelming, so I wanted to invite you both. Anyway, I’ll see you around!”

Before you could reply, he closed the door with a wave, leaving you standing there, a bit stunned.

“Okay, so I’m leaning toward ‘yes’ on this one,” Beomgyu said, looking at you with a raised brow. “You’ve got eggnog, an invitation to a party, and the vibes are definitely right.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, still processing the strange warmth that had spread in your chest. But something didn’t feel quite right.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Huening Kai stepped back out, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Hey, sorry. I forgot to mention,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “I don’t know what kind of vibe I’m giving of but…I’m kind of seeing someone and I’m not really the type to engage in threes–”

You blinked, trying to process what he was saying. Your stomach did a strange twist. “No! No! What? We just wanted some eggnog. We weren’t really–”

Huening Kai laughed nervously. “Oh. Shit. It was just Taehyun was telling me that you guys were being shifty outside his apartment today and we just assumed–”

“Well…we were just wondering if you had eggnog. That’s all.” You corrected him.

“Oh, I just made this awkward, didn’t I?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Kind of.”

—

Back at your apartment, you and Beomgyu collapsed onto the sofa, still reeling from the strange encounter with Huening Kai. The events of the night had left you with a mixture of confusion and relief, but one thing was certain—this whole Secret Santa mystery was driving you crazy.

Beomgyu, ever the mischievous one, grinned at you, his expression a little too smug. “So, looks like it’s not him, huh?”

You let out a tired sigh, half laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Nope, definitely not.”

Beomgyu playfully threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Well, that leaves Soobin. I guess we better hope he’s the one, huh?”

You nodded, your mind still racing. The more you thought about it, the more something felt off. But what if the answer had been staring you in the face all along? What if it was someone closer to you than you’d realized?

As the two of you made your way back to your apartment, the eggnog still warm in your hands, a thought lingered in your head: one of the letters had felt especially personal—almost as if it had been written by someone who truly understood you. Someone close.

You brushed the thought away, but deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling. Could it be him? Beomgyu? Was it just wishful thinking on your part?

—

Dinner that night was a quiet affair, just the two of you in your cozy apartment. Beomgyu was animatedly talking about your next move, investigating Soobin’s apartment. He was so eager, almost too eager, that you found yourself distracted by the little things he did—the way he set the table with his usual care, even though he’d never admit it; the way he cracked jokes, making you laugh more than you’d expected. You realized just how much he did for you, all the little gestures that often went unnoticed.

He was pouring you a glass of water when you caught a glimpse of him—a quiet smile, his eyes softening as they met yours. He had been taking care of you all evening, just like he always did.

“Okay, so here’s the plan,” Beomgyu continued, completely oblivious to the shift in your thoughts. “Tomorrow, we’ll go visit Soobin. See if he’s got anything to hide.”

You nodded absentmindedly, lost in thought. “Mm-hmm… right. Sounds good.”

Beomgyu’s eyes narrowed, suddenly catching the change in your demeanor. “What’s up with you? You seem distracted.”

You shook your head, forcing a smile. “Nothing, just… thinking about the letters.”

He smirked, clearly not convinced. “Uh-huh, sure. The letters, right. You’re not still hung up on the guys from earlier, are you?”

“No, no,” you laughed, trying to brush it off, but deep down, you were starting to doubt yourself. Maybe you were just hoping it would be someone, anyone, except Beomgyu.

As Beomgyu launched back into his detective mode, you found your mind drifting. You thought about all the times he’d been there for you—the way he’d always made sure you weren’t alone, the way he’d gone out of his way to make sure you were comfortable.

He was always the first one to call when something went wrong. He’d even fixed your broken sink without complaining, though he’d acted like it was no big deal.

It was in these little moments that you realized how much Beomgyu cared for you—how much he always had. But did he feel the same way you did?

Your heart started to race a little faster. Could it really be him? The thought seemed too impossible to grasp. After all, Beomgyu was always so casual, so carefree, almost like he didn’t care about anyone more than the next joke.

But then again, he had never been the type to hide his feelings, not really. You’d seen the softer side of him, even if it was buried underneath his sarcasm and humor.

“I’m telling you, Soobin’s definitely the next suspect,” Beomgyu continued, oblivious to the whirlwind in your head. “We’ve got to find out what he’s up to.”

You blinked, snapping back to reality. “Right, Soobin. Got it.”

But even as you nodded along, a part of you was silently hoping—hoping that it was Beomgyu who’d been leaving those letters, that he was the one who truly understood you. That the soft smiles, the small acts of kindness, were more than just friendship.

But as Beomgyu continued talking, the enthusiasm in his voice filling the room, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that maybe you were just imagining things. Maybe it wasn’t Beomgyu after all. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

And yet, as he casually refilled your water glass and made sure you were comfortable, your heart told you otherwise.

—

You were finishing up your evening routine, brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed when the doorbell suddenly rang. Startled, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve and hurried to the door, wondering who it could be at this hour.

When you opened it, you were greeted by a small, neatly wrapped gift placed carefully on the mat. No one was in sight, and the hallway was empty. You stepped forward, your heart fluttering. Another Secret Santa gift? At this hour?

The package was small and rectangular, wrapped in delicate silver paper with a red ribbon, shimmering slightly in the hallway light. Attached was another handwritten note, elegant and familiar—though still unsigned.

You carefully untied the ribbon, feeling the slight thrill of the mystery building inside you. As you unfolded the note, your eyes scanned the words:

To my Secret Santa recipient,

The magic of Christmas is in all the little things—and somehow, you’re the sweetest gift of all. I hope this little present brings a smile to your face, just like you bring a smile to mine every single day.

P.S. I hope you’re not still wondering who I am. You’ve got this.

Your breath caught in your throat. You felt that familiar warmth stir in your chest, and for the first time, you realized how much these words resonated with you. It wasn’t just a random note anymore. It felt personal. It felt like someone who knew you—knew the little things you never noticed about yourself.

You looked down at the gift in your hands, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a delicate silver keychain in the shape of a star. It was simple but beautiful, and there was something incredibly sweet about it.

A soft sigh left your lips as you closed the door behind you, staring down at the keychain. "The little things," the note had said. And suddenly, it hit you—all the little things Beomgyu did for you, the subtle kindness he always showed in small, unnoticed ways. The warmth he brought into your life every single day.

You slid down against the door, sitting on the floor as you clutched the gift close to your chest, a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. It couldn’t be Beomgyu, could it? All the signs were there—every letter felt more personal, more meaningful. The things he said. The way he looked at you.

But how could it be him? Beomgyu, your best friend, who would never make a big show of his feelings. He was sarcastic, snarky, always acting like he didn’t care about anything, anyone—least of all you. Or at least, that’s what you’d convinced yourself of.

Still, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart was pounding, the way your mind was racing. Maybe, just maybe, you were missing something. You tucked the keychain into your palm, holding it as if it was the most precious thing you’d ever received.

And just as you were about to get up, you heard a soft knock at your door.

Your breath caught. Beomgyu?

But when you opened the door, there was no one in sight. Only a small, almost invisible note fluttering to the ground in front of you, like a fallen leaf. You picked it up, heart pounding in your chest, and read the words:

I hope you're starting to figure it out.

—

“You’re sure he’s here?” you asked, shivering slightly as you tugged your scarf tighter around your neck, looking around at the empty street. The cold winter air bit at your skin, and you regretted not bringing a thicker coat. Beomgyu had insisted that Soobin spent a lot of time in this area, but you were starting to have second thoughts.

“I saw him the other day, and once another day!” Beomgyu replied, a little too confidently. “So, yeah, he’s probably nearby. We’ll find him.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but didn’t argue. As much as you trusted Beomgyu’s judgment, this whole thing was starting to feel like a wild goose chase. You were also growing more and more aware of how the cold was making you feel a little too uncomfortable for comfort. You rubbed your arms, hoping the warmth would help.

Beomgyu, always the observant one, seemed to notice. Without a word, he unzipped his coat and draped it over your shoulders. You blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. His coat was warm, and as it settled around you, it felt like a hug. You couldn’t help but notice the softness of it—the familiar scent of him lingering in the fabric.

“Stop standing there like a loser,” he muttered, his usual sarcastic tone masking the quiet kindness in his actions. “You look like you’re freezing. It’s not that cold, but I guess you’re just not used to the winter.” He shot you a quick, teasing grin, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes.

You smiled shyly, still trying to process the gesture. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all mushy on me. It’s grossing me out.” He waved it off, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he glanced around. “Now, back to finding Soobin.”

You nodded, following him down the street as he led the way. As you walked, you noticed that despite his usual snarky banter, Beomgyu was still somehow staying close—closer than usual. Every time you shivered, he subtly moved just a little nearer, almost like he was trying to block the cold for you without saying anything. It was... so Beomgyu, yet not.

At one point, you felt his hand brush against yours, then linger. You blinked, your heart skipping a beat, but didn’t pull away. Instead, Beomgyu, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having on you, gently intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand to keep it warm. You felt your cheeks flush, but you didn’t say anything. Was he doing this on purpose? Or was it just the cold?

“So,” Beomgyu began, his voice casual, “If I were Soobin, I’d probably be hiding in the café up ahead. It’s warm there. And you’re not really in a condition to go poking around dark alleyways, are you?” He gave you a teasing smirk as he tugged you toward the bright lights of the café.

You let out a soft laugh, trying to focus on anything but the warmth spreading in your chest. “I’ll be fine,” you muttered, still not fully convinced that you weren’t imagining things.

But Beomgyu wasn’t done yet. As you reached the entrance of the café, he slipped his hand from yours, only to return with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. He handed it to you without a word, the way he always did when he was being uncharacteristically sweet but didn’t want to admit it.

You took the cup with a quiet “thanks,” still unsure of how to respond to him. Was this just Beomgyu being… well, Beomgyu? Or was there something more to it? The little things he did—offering you his coat, holding your hand, getting you a hot chocolate without asking—kept adding up, but you couldn’t quite put it all together.

“You’re gonna drink it before it gets cold, right?” Beomgyu said, as though he was still distracted by something else, but you could hear the hint of care in his voice. “And no, I’m not staying here to watch you. Go, enjoy your drink.”

You looked up at him, feeling your heart race. You gave him a small smile, suddenly very aware of how much you appreciated his little gestures. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to voice what was in your heart. So, instead, you simply nodded, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

“I guess Soobin’s not here either,” you said softly after a moment, hoping it would change the subject.

Beomgyu didn’t miss a beat. “Of course, he’s not,” he replied with a smirk, “That’s what we get for following his mysterious trail around. Come on, let’s get back to your place before you freeze to death.”

You followed him back, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and warmth, but one thing was clear now—Beomgyu was doing all these things because he cared, whether he realized it or not. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to realize that the Secret Santa you were chasing might’ve been right under your nose the whole time.

—

When you arrived back at your apartment, still lost in your thoughts about Beomgyu's small, unspoken gestures, you stopped short at the sight of something new on your front door. A small, neatly wrapped package, tied with a red ribbon, was perched on the doormat.

"Another one?" Beomgyu said, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at the gift. His hands were still shoved into the pockets of his coat, the warmth from earlier still lingering in the gesture as you both approached the door.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. "Yeah… it’s from my Secret Santa. I wasn’t expecting this after everything that happened today."

Beomgyu took a step closer, eyeing the package with mock suspicion. "You really think it's from Soobin? He seems like the type to forget about a gift halfway through."

You gave him a pointed look but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. "I honestly don’t know. It could be anyone."

Beomgyu shrugged, his teasing grin back in place. "Well, don’t keep us both in suspense. Open it already."

You bent down to pick up the gift, your heart racing a little as you untied the ribbon. Inside, there was a small card, along with something wrapped in soft tissue paper. You unfolded the tissue carefully, revealing a delicate charm bracelet. There were small charms shaped like stars, a tiny mitten, and a candy cane—each one representing a piece of your Christmas wish.

Your fingers brushed over the charms, admiring how thoughtful the gift was. You didn’t even need to read the card to know it was the same person who’d sent you the letters.

But as you read the message aloud, your voice trembled slightly:

To my Secret Santa recipient,

Every day with you feels like Christmas morning. You bring warmth to even the coldest days, and with each small thing you do, you make everything better. I hope this little gift reminds you of that warmth, even when I’m not around.

You paused at the last line, your gaze drifting to Beomgyu, who was now watching you with an unreadable expression.

P.S. You’re not still wondering who I am, are you? It’s pretty obvious by now.

Your breath hitched. That last sentence. You looked up at Beomgyu, your heart skipping a beat. Could it really be him? You wanted to ask, to say something, but the words stuck in your throat. You noticed the subtle way he was glancing at you, the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"So," Beomgyu said, breaking the silence with his usual sarcastic tone, "Looks like you’re not completely clueless after all. You figured it out."

You met his gaze, the warmth from the bracelet suddenly feeling like it was radiating straight from him. It was him, wasn't it? He’d been there the whole time, showing you kindness in ways you didn’t even fully realize until now.

But still, you hesitated. "Beomgyu... are you—"

He cut you off, his usual snark returning in full force. "What? You thought I’d leave you hanging all Christmas? Yeah, well, you’re welcome. But don’t get too excited. It’s not like I’m gonna start handing out love letters or anything."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I—I don’t know what to say. I didn’t even realize—"

Beomgyu stepped forward, his hand brushing against yours as he placed his coat over your shoulders again. This time, it wasn’t for warmth; it was different, almost like an unspoken promise. “You don’t have to say anything,” he muttered, looking down at the floor before meeting your gaze once more. “I just… wanted you to know you’re special to me. Even if I’m a little too sarcastic to admit it."

Your heart was racing now, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet between you felt comfortable, like you were finally seeing something that had been right in front of you all along.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you whispered softly, not fully realizing the words until they left your lips.

Beomgyu’s smirk softened into something tender, though it was still tinged with his usual teasing. "Yeah, well… don’t get all mushy on me now. I’ll just throw up."

And just like that, you knew that Christmas wasn’t about finding who your Secret Santa was—it was about realizing who had been there for you all along and somehow it being Beomgyu doesn’t scare you.

Beomgyu's pride seemed to swell as he watched you, his arms folded across his chest. "You know," he said, his voice dripping with his usual snark, "I’m pretty amazing. Not everyone gets a gift like this, you know. Not everyone has a Secret Santa who’s so considerate."

You rolled your eyes, unable to keep the smile from forming on your lips despite how ridiculously smug he was acting. "Oh, wow, Beomgyu. You really know how to make someone feel special," you said, sarcastically mimicking his tone. "I’m sure your ego could fill up this whole apartment."

He let out a laugh, clearly pleased with himself. "Well, I am doing all this for you, aren’t I? Doesn’t that make me kind of a big deal?"

You took a deep breath, resisting the urge to roll your eyes again. He was insufferable. You loved him for it, of course, but it was getting harder to hold back your laughter—or the strange warmth spreading through you.

Without giving him a chance to continue his proud tirade, you leaned in, closing the space between you and him. His eyes widened, clearly startled as you got closer, and for a split second, you caught the way his snarky demeanor faltered just a little.

Before he could open his mouth, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, the action more confident than you felt in that moment. The warmth of his skin against your lips felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Beomgyu’s usual sarcastic smirk faltered as he froze, his eyes wide, and the words he'd been about to say got stuck in his throat. "W-What was that for?" he stammered, his voice suddenly uncharacteristically shy.

You leaned back, smiling knowingly as you studied his flustered expression. "Just thought you needed to shut up," you teased, your voice low and playful. "You’re getting a bit too full of yourself there."

His face flushed, and for once, his usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found. Instead, he stood there, utterly stunned, clearly thrown off guard. "You—you can’t just do that!" he sputtered, his voice laced with nervous laughter, but his eyes were bright with something softer, something warmer.

"You’re right," you said with a smirk. "I should’ve done it sooner."

Beomgyu's pride was still very much intact, but now there was a little hint of bashfulness peeking through. "Well, if you’re gonna keep doing that," he said, avoiding your gaze for a moment and fidgeting slightly, "I might start expecting you to be a lot more… appreciative, you know?"

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. "Oh, don’t worry, I’m very appreciative," you said, your voice dropping to something more teasing. "Just… don’t get too used to it."

His face broke into that signature, playful grin once again, though it was softer, more genuine this time. 

You could feel your heart flutter in your chest, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Despite all the teasing, the sarcasm, the snark, there was a deep understanding between the two of you—one that had been building for a long time. And now, as the Christmas lights flickered softly in the background, you knew that this was just the beginning.

—

The small twinkle of fairy lights filled the room, casting a warm glow over the tiny Christmas dinner you had carefully set up in your apartment. The scent of roast chicken and baked potatoes wafted through the air, mixing with the faint smell of pine from the Christmas tree you had decorated together. Beomgyu was sitting across from you, poking at his mashed potatoes with a look of quiet contentment, though his lips were curled into a little smirk—his usual demeanor.

"So," he started, leaning back slightly in his chair, "what’s this? A fancy Christmas dinner? I’m impressed. You even got the potatoes just right." He took a bite, giving you a nod of approval but then narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "But what’s the catch? This can’t just be for my impeccable company, right?"

You rolled your eyes, playfully scolding him. "For once, can you just eat without turning everything into a challenge?" You pushed his plate of food closer to him, making sure he couldn't escape his portion. "It’s Christmas, Beomgyu. No need to overthink everything."

He smirked, then took another bite, his eyes never leaving you as if he was trying to read your thoughts. "Yeah, yeah. You know, I never thought you’d get so domestic on me."

You smiled softly, trying not to let your nervous excitement show. "Well, it is Christmas. I figured I’d try something special for you especially after all you’ve done for me." You reached behind the couch and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped box. It was simple, with red paper and a gold ribbon, but the thought behind it was what made it special. "Here. I got you something."

Beomgyu’s eyes widened slightly, though he tried to mask it with his usual snark. "Oh? For me?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting anything. "I’m shocked. Are you sure you didn’t mix this up with someone else’s gift?"

You smirked at him, unamused. "Just open it, Beomgyu."

He slowly peeled the wrapping paper off, revealing a sleek, black guitar pick holder—something he'd mentioned wanting months ago when you’d been casually chatting in the hallway. You’d remembered his offhand comment about how he always lost his picks and how he was looking for something cool to keep them in. It wasn’t much, but it felt like the perfect gift.

Beomgyu stared at the small holder, his fingers lightly tracing the design. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just staring at it as if in disbelief. Then, his lips curled into a smug grin again. "Oh, great. Now I can lose my picks in style. Very thoughtful of you." His voice was teasing, but there was something softer in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, catching his attempt to mask his emotions. "You don't have to pretend. I know you like it," you said with a small, knowing smile.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his usual snarkiness not quite hitting the mark. "Yeah, well, it's... it’s fine," he muttered, a little more sheepishly than he intended. "You actually listen to me, don’t you? Not many people do." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to deflect his own vulnerability. "But, you know, I could've just bought it myself."

You leaned in a little closer, your heart racing from the way he seemed so uncomfortable with how much he appreciated the gift. "I listen to you because I care," you said softly. "I remember the little things, Beomgyu. Just like you."

He froze for a moment, the teasing mask slipping slightly, and for a split second, he seemed almost... shy. "Huh," he muttered, looking away from you, his face growing redder than usual. "Well... whatever. It’s not a big deal. Besides, you probably got this off of–"

But the small smile playing at the corner of his lips said everything. And then, before he could recover, you reached forward, surprising him. You placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, shutting him up completely.

Beomgyu’s eyes widened in absolute shock. His face immediately turned a deep shade of red as he pulled back, stammering like a mess. "Wh-What was that for?" His voice came out a bit strangled, and his usual snarky demeanor was nowhere to be found. He fumbled for words, looking anywhere but at you. "I—uh—I didn’t expect that, okay? What the hell.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, your heart fluttering. "You just looked too cute being all flustered," you teased. "I figured I’d make you shut up for a second."

Beomgyu was still in shock, his usual witty remarks lost somewhere in the sea of his own embarrassment. "I—uh... I don’t even... You’re... impossible." He covered his face with his hands for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I swear, you do this to me on purpose."

You leaned back, watching him try to gather his composure, your heart racing in the best way. "I didn’t hear you complaining."

Beomgyu shot you a look, finally meeting your eyes, his expression a mix of embarrassment and something else—something softer. "You’re lucky I like you," he muttered under his breath, though his voice was anything but annoyed.

You smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. "Good. Because I like you, too."

The warmth of the moment wrapped around both of you like a blanket, the Christmas lights twinkling softly in the background as Beomgyu silently took the gift in his hands again, this time with a little more appreciation than he’d been willing to show before.

"Thanks," he said quietly, almost too quietly for you to hear, but the sincerity in his tone was impossible to ignore.

You nodded, feeling content. "Merry Christmas, Beomgyu."

"Merry Christmas," he whispered back, his usual confidence replaced with a soft tenderness that made your heart flutter once more.

[plistommy]

Steve was looking more pissed off as ever with his hands on hips and scowl on his too-pretty face as he looked down at Eddie, who was nervous and embarrassed as hell because, well…

He had forgotten their first anniversary.

They had been together a year.

A whole year and Eddie’s dumbass has forgotten about it as he had been too busy planning on a new DnD campaign with the other members of the club instead of being here with his boyfriend who had waited for him to show up, apparently, for five fucking hours with Eddie’s favorite dinner.

Fuck.

Eddie felt like the worst boyfriend ever.

But, he still tried to lighten up the mood and grinned nervously up at Steve who was not breaking his stance.

”Look… I’m really sorry, baby—”

”Don’t you baby me!” Steve snapped and wrapped his arms over his chest, pout pulling into his pretty mouth.

”You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Eddie’s eyes widened a little and he awkwardly looked around ”But… this is my house.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Steve huffed annoyingly and stomped to Eddie’s bedroom, leaving Eddie to sit on the living room’s couch, but before Eddie could really do anything, Steve was coming back with his green duffle bag and went to put on his shoes that were tidily set next to the front door.

”Fine. I’ll go to Robs. The food is cold, but I bet if you warm it up it isn’t half bad. There’s some ice cream too, chocolate and sprinkles on the top shelf. I know you like them…”

Steve and his caring side will be the death of Eddie. Even when the younger boy was mad at him, he still cared.

Before Steve could open the door, Eddie jumped from the couch and ran to him. He wrapped his hand around Steve’s wrist and pulled it back from the handle.

”Please, don’t go. Look, I’m really sorry, Steve. I am. I fucked this up,” Eddie took both of Steve’s hands to his, hating how the other boy wasn’t catching his eyes. ”Please, forgive me? I’ll do anything, baby.”

Finally, Steve turned those big brown eyes to his and gave a small nod, making his hair flop to his eyes which made Eddie push them back.

”Yeah?” Eddie said softly and Steve nodded again.

He dropped his duffle bag to the floor and let Eddie embrace him as the older boy wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist.

Steve breathed in the other’s scent, relaxing a little even if he was still a little upset.

”Okay, look,” He started, making Eddie pull away a little so he could see Steve’s face.

”It… it isn’t that serious. It’s only our first anniversary, but I just… I really wanted this to be special because I really really like you, Eddie and I love what we have and I just—”

”Hey, hey, Steve. It’s okay.” Eddie caressed Steve’s cheeks. ”You don’t need to apologize. I’m the one who fucked up. I should’ve known.”

Steve bit his bottom lip and leaned into the other’s touch.

”I love you. I will make it up for you, ’kay? If it takes me years of hard work I’ll do it. If it… if it means I can’t play anymore I’ll do it for you.”

That made Steve snort as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and fuck did it make Eddie happy when he finally felt the other’s touch on him.

”Like you’d be able to keep your hands off your ’sweetheart’.” And that made Eddie chuckle a little too.

”For you, anything.”

Steve gave him a soft smile and let Eddie kiss him.

”Fine. I’ll accept, you butthead.”

Eddie grinned as he led Steve to the couch, pulling the boy onto his lap as Steve giggled.

They made out for a while, Eddie doing all the things he knew to get the other laugh. Tickling his feet, the spot behind his ear that was unusually sensitive and squeezing that amazing ass when Steve wiggled on top of him.

When they both calmed down, now lying on the small couch with their legs tangled, Steve grinned.

”Hm, maybe for a start of this ’big’ journey of forgiveness, you could… fuck me? It could make me a little less mad.”

Eddie felt heat pooling into his dick right away.

”Thought you wanted me on the couch?” He teased and Steve rolled his eyes as he smacked softly the other’s grinning face.

”Do not tempt me. Again.”

[velvrei]

Hii, I was wondering I'd i could put in a request for a Miguel x reader oneshot? I was wondering you could write about Miguel and the reader (who are dating) helping Carmen and Johnny take care of the baby for the day and it's just very cute and wholesome and Miguel like starts to fall for the reader more because she has the baby in her arms

ugh this is like tooth rotting fluff but it’s the cutest thing ever so i love it

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miguel had always known you were special. from the moment he met you, there was something about you that made his heart race in the best way possible. but today? today, he was absolutely sure—he was falling for you even more.

“are you sure you guys are okay with this?” carmen asked, adjusting the diaper bag on her shoulder as she glanced between you and miguel.

“of course, mamá,” miguel assured her, his hand resting on the small of your back. “we got this.”

johnny, who was fumbling with the car keys, gave you both a nod. “yeah, just, uh—make sure she doesn’t cry too much. or, like, at all, if possible.”

you giggled, taking the baby from carmen’s arms as she sighed at johnny’s comment. “don’t worry, we’ll take good care of her,” you promised, cradling the tiny bundle against your chest.

miguel swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

he’d seen you in so many different ways—focused when helping him train, laughing uncontrollably at one of his dumb jokes, even annoyed when he beat you at video games. but this?

seeing you hold his baby sister, rocking her gently while she cooed against you, was something else entirely.

after carmen and johnny left, the two of you settled onto the couch, the baby snug in your arms.

miguel sat beside you, watching as you traced soft patterns on her tiny hand.

“she really likes you,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

“she’s perfect,” you whispered, smiling down at her. “i think she likes you more, though. she keeps staring at you.”

miguel leaned in, brushing a finger over her little cheek. “nah, that’s just ‘cause she already knows i’m her favorite brother.”

you rolled your eyes, but the fondness was clear on your face. “you’re so full of yourself.”

“maybe,” he admitted, eyes flickering back to you. “but she’s not the only one who thinks you’re amazing.”

you looked up at him, brows raising slightly. “oh?”

miguel shrugged, a little bashful but unable to stop himself. “yeah. you’re, like… incredible. and seeing you with her just makes me…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

you tilted your head, waiting. “makes you what?”

“fall for you more,” he said, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess them.

your lips parted in surprise, and for a second, miguel thought maybe he’d said too much.

but then you smiled—soft, radiant, the kind of smile that made his chest tighten in the best way.

“good,” you murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. “because i’m pretty sure i fall for you more every day.”

miguel grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping an arm around you both. and as the baby nestled closer, he thought—yeah, this was definitely one of the best days ever.

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WARNINGS | 18+ smut, sub!JJ, mama kink, praise, handjob

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You were laying outside in the hammock at the Chateau, waiting for JJ to come back from working at the country club, looking at the message you just got from him that he's on his way.

Still scrolling on your phone mindlessly your ears perk up when you hear the familiar sound of JJ's motorbike. You sit up smiling, admiring how he took off his helmet and fixes his hair before he made his way to you.

"Hi baby-" you huff when he let himself fall on top of you, nuzzling his face directly between your breasts. "You good?"

He mumbles something against your skin and you chuckle, placing your hands on the sides of his head to pull him up. "What was that?"

"I got fired." he sighs and you frown, one of your hands going through his hair to comfort him.

"Wanna tell me why?" you ask.

"Fucking Topper. He provoke me and I tried to ignore him, really I did but then he started talking about you and-and I just snapped." he explains, smushing his face between his girls as he likes to call them.

"Oh JJ." You coo, raking your fingernails up and down his back.

You both laid there for a while, just enjoying being in each other's arms until a idea popped up in your mind.

When you try to get up JJ whines, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Come on." You lean closer to whisper in his ear. "Don't want mama to take care of you?"

That had him jumping up. Grabbing your hand he practically drags you inside the Chateau and to your room. You lock the door and push him down on your bed, straddling his lap and start to fumble with his pants.

Your hand now in his pants you gently palmed his already hard cock, smirking at the way he hisses under your touch.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me, hm?" You purr leaning down to pepper kisses along the side of his neck occasionally nibbling at his skin here and there.

"Y-Yes..." He mutters too lost in pleasure.

You stopped and he almost whined out loud but he knows better. "Yes who?"

"Yes mama- please, keep going!" He pleads oh so sweetly and you freed his cock from its confiness.

"There we go, pretty boy." You coo, moving your hand faster and enjoying the little sounds he makes. It amazes you every time how whipped he actually is for you, looking at you with those ocean eyes of his while you take care of him and his needs.

You felt him twitch in your hand and went even faster just to hear him whimper.

"M close- fuck!" He couldn't even wait for your permission and came all over your hand, all the frustration and anger finally leaving his body. "M sorry mama- sorry I-"

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Been so good for me." You praised him, licking the remains of his cum from your hand before cupping his face in your hands smiling at him. "We'll find you something else, 'kay?"

He just nods, giving you a little smile and closes his eyes enjoying your soft touch for a little longer.

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❝ n side, a. iosivas. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: it's the night after the night that didn't happen. andrei is on a mission to make it happen.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: listen... that summary makes zero sense because i'm finishing this at one in the morning. this is the second part to bad liar <3 this is also long asf, been writing this for nearly a month lol. day nine of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. friends to lovers, andrei is a simp part 2, language, college setting, first dates, first times, protected sex, oral (male receiving), slight overstim, fingering.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: andrei iosivas x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 7.8k.

The TV's blue glow had been replaced with the soft light of dawn peeking through your curtains before you arose. You blinked awake to find Andrei's arms still wrapped around you, his face smushed cutely against the pillow that somehow ended up on his side during the night. You lay there, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the quiet of the early morning a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. The room was still, your friends sprawled across the floor and chair like discarded ragdolls.

Carefully, you remove yourself from his embrace, not wanting to wake him yet. You padded over to the window and pushed the curtains aside before lifting the window open, the cool morning air brushing against your skin. The sky was a soft pink, hinting at the promise of a beautiful autumn day. You felt a pang of guilt for your skipped MCAT studies but pushed it aside, telling yourself that one night off wouldn't hurt.

Kaia stirred from the chair, her eyes squinting against the light. "What time is it?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. "A little past six."

Kaia groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Why the fuck are you up so early? You don't have class until 10."

You shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." You glanced back at Andrei, still peacefully asleep. "Besides, I need to get ready for that MCAT prep class I'm taking."

Kaia rolled her eyes. "Always the overachiever," she teased, stretching her limbs. "But seriously, are you okay with all this?" She nodded towards the makeshift camp of sleeping bodies scattered around the room. "I know it gets overwhelming sometimes when everyone crashes here. I don’t want you to feel like we’re taking advantage of you."

You couldn't help but smile as you studied the scene. "Yeah, it's fine. They're all just comfortable." You turned back to the window, the cool breeze from the opened window ruffling your hair. "And honestly, it's kind of nice to have everyone so close."

Kaia sat up, her eyes searching yours. "And what about Andrei?" she whispered, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Y'all was looking real comfortable last night. Kissin' and shit in the middle of the room." Her tone changing to poke fun at her friend's change in behavior.

You felt the blush creep up your neck. "It's not like that," you protested weakly, but Kaia only giggled, not fooled for a second. "Okay, it's kind of like that." you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Kaia hummed in response, standing up and walking over to poke at Faith who was drooling on Javi's chest.

"Kai," you hissed as she turned around. "Pinky promise you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?"

Your best friend's eyes widened and she leaned in closer, holding up her pinky. "Pinky promise," she whispered back, a grin spreading across her face.

"I wanna fuck him, so bad," you confessed in a whisper, your eyes on Andrei. You could barely get the full sentence out before the two of you dissolved into hushed laughter. Kaia's head fell back as she tried to silence her giggles. "Girl, I was so close to jumping his bones last night," you continued, her voice a mix of amazement and frustration.

Kaia gave you a knowing look. "Why didn't you?"

"Because, Kaia," you whispered, "I don't know if he was just drunk or if he really means it. I don't want to mess up our friendship."

Kaia rolled her eyes playfully. "You've been crushing on him for months, he's been obsessed with you for years, and now you're gonna get all 'what if' on me? If he didn't mean it, he wouldn't have been so persistent all this time," she whispered back, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of understanding.

You sighed, leaning your forehead against the cool glass of the window. "But what if we do it and it's terrible? What if we ruin everything?"

Kaia's eyes softened as she leaned against the wall. "You're the smartest girl I know," she said, her voice low enough not to wake the others. "You'll figure it out, keep him in line. Just go for it."

Your gaze drifted back to Andrei. He had rolled over in his sleep and was now facing you, his features relaxed and peaceful. You felt a warmth spread through your chest. "You think?" you whispered.

Kaia nodded firmly. "I know. Just don't overthink it, bae. Sometimes, you just gotta take the risk." She yawned and stood up fully, stretching her arms over her head. "Do you have anything to eat in here or did they eat everything?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "We should pop into Dunkin', grab some breakfast." You turned to grab your keys, carefully stepping over Malik's outstretched legs. "Malik and Faith both have an 8AM, so they'll probably be up soon anyways."

The two of you made your way out of the dorm, the brisk morning air a welcome dose of reality after the hazy warmth of the night before. The quiet hallways were a stark contrast to the loud festivities you had left behind in the clubs. As you walked to and from the Dunkin' Donuts, your mind swirled with thoughts of Andrei and what your relationship might become.

When you returned, the room was a little more chaotic. Malik was up, rummaging through your mini-fridge for something edible, while Javi and Faith were still entangled at the foot of the bed, their breathing steady and deep. Andrei was sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone with a sleepy smile on his face. He looked up as you and Kaia entered, his eyes immediately finding yours.

"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You couldn't help but feel a thrill at his greeting. It felt intimate, like you were the only two people in the room. "Good morning," you replied, handing him a bag of his go-to sandwich—a sausage, egg, and cheese on a croissant—and an apple juice. "How did you sleep?"

He took the food with a grateful smile, his eyes lingering on yours before glancing down. "Surprisingly well," he said, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Your bed's pretty comfy."

"Do you got food for me, too?" Malik called out from the mini-fridge, his voice muffled by the fridge door.

You tossed him a bag with a roll of your eyes. "You know the drill, Malik. You eat then you get the fuck out."

Malik caught the bag with one hand and pulled out a donut with the other. "But I'm your favorite," he protested with a mouthful.

"Not after last night," Javi retorted with a laugh as he was finally shaken out of his sleep from the smell of greasy breakfast food. Faith stretched, looking around the room with bleary eyes.

You balled up a napkin and tossed it at Javi playfully. "You're all my favorite, but you're all still leaving after you eat," you said, your smile not quite reaching your eyes as you turned back to Andrei.

The room grew quieter as you all ate, the occasional laugh piercing through the silence. As you all finished, you cleared your throat, looking at the clock. "I really do need to get ready for that MCAT class," you said, trying to keep you voice light. "So love you all but please leave."

Andrei took the hint and stood up, stretching. "Alright, I'll walk you there, it's on my way to my dorm," he offered, his voice hopeful. You felt a thrill at his words, the promise of a moment alone with him making your heart race. Kaia smirked as she watched them, nudging Malik who was still scarfing down the last of his food.

"Come on y'all, let's get going," Kaia said, shooing the rest of the group out of the room. "We don't want to ruin their morning after."

Malik and Javi groaned, reluctantly peeling themselves off the floor. Faith giggled, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Javi. "You two are adorable," she whispered to you with a knowing wink as she slid past. Andrei could only blush to himself as he avoided eye contact with the other guys who made kissy faces as they left.

Once the room had emptied, Andrei helped you gather the trash and empty shot glasses scattered from your night of partying. The air was charged with an electricity that made your skin tingle. As you worked, your bodies brushed against each other, sending a thrill through you that you hadn't felt in a long time.

When the room was back to its semi-tidy state, Andrei turned to you, the playfulness in his eyes replaced by a seriousness that made your stomach flip. "So, about that date," he began, his voice low and earnest. "I wasn't just saying that because I was drunk or because everyone else is in love or whatever. I've wanted to ask you out for a while."

You felt a mix of excitement and nerves wash over you. "I know," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've noticed." You took a step closer to him, your eyes locked. "But why didn't you?"

Andrei took a deep breath, his gaze searching hers. "I was fuckin’ terrified," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly with a nervous laugh. "Afraid of rejection, afraid of messing up our friendship, afraid of what everyone else would think."

You reached out and placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. "But we're all adults, right?" you said, your voice gentle. "We can handle it."

Andrei's eyes were sincere, void of any signs of doubt. "Yeah," he said, his voice firm. "We can handle it."

You both knew that saying it was one thing, but navigating the murky waters of a relationship while balancing school and your social lives would be another challenge entirely. But in that moment, with the sun just starting to peek through the curtains, you felt like you could conquer the world. "Okay," you said, your voice filled with excitement. "Let's do it."

Andrei's smile grew wider as he took your hand in his. "It's a date," he said, raising your wrist to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss. You shared a moment, your eyes locked, the anticipation of your newfound romance palpable in the air.

"Stop that," you said, giggling and pulling your hand away, though you couldn't hide the smile on your lips.

Andrei grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "What, this?" He leaned in and kissed your wrist again, sending a jolt of desire through you.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth tugged upwards. "Yeah, that." You stepped back and began to gather your textbooks, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat every time your fingers brushed together.

Andrei took the hint and grabbed his shoes, laughing quietly. "Alright, alright, got you blushin' and shit." He nudged you playfully as he slipped them on.

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the room dissipating as you stepped into the hallway, leaving the confines of your dorm behind. The quiet of the early morning was a stark contrast to the noise of the night before. The two of you walked in comfortable silence, your hands occasionally brushing against each other before Andrei gave into the temptation, taking your hand as you descended the stairs.

As you reached the bottom, your heart fluttered when Andrei leaned in and whispered, "Thank you for not throwing me out with the trash." His breath was warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You playfully swatted his arm. "You know you're not trash, you're more like a recyclable," you teased, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight of your newfound feelings.

The walk to class was filled with easy conversation and occasional glances that spoke volumes more than words ever could. The leaves crunched under your feet as the cool October air kissed your cheeks, a perfect backdrop to your blossoming romance. As you approached the biology building, Andrei paused, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"So, tonight?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "You're free, right?"

"I am not," you laughed, your eyes sparkling. "But I'll make an exception for you." You had a study group for the MCAT later tonight, but you figured you could spare a couple of hours.

Andrei's face lit up. "Really? Does that mean I'm special?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Bye Andrei," you said, pulling your hand away gently. "See you tonight." You turned to enter the building, feeling his eyes on you until you disappeared from his view.

The day passed in a blur of classes and study groups. You couldn't help but think about the date you had agreed to, your thoughts drifting to what you should wear and what you would do. You had texted Andrei all day, your messages light and flirty, filled with anticipation for the night ahead. Finally, the evening came and with it, the realization that you had to tell your study group you couldn't make it. You bit your lip nervously as you sent the text, half expecting them to be upset, but they only responded with a string of texts congratulating you on taking a well-deserved break.

When Andrei arrived to pick you up, he was dressed casually in a short-sleeved button-up and jeans, looking like he had put in more effort than your usual hangouts. His dark hair was gelled, the straight strands tamed to your liking. His eyes swept over you, taking in your own carefully chosen outfit of straight leg jeans and a square-neck top, giving you an appreciative nod. "You look amazing," he said, his voice soft with nerves. You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck, but you took his compliment as he pulled you into a hug.

The two of you walked to the local Indian restaurant that you had both mentioned you loved but had never gone to together. The warm glow of the lights spilled out onto the sidewalk, mingling with the cool evening air. Inside, the smell of sizzling meats and ginger filled the space, making your mouth water. Andrei held the door open for you, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hand lingered on the small of your back as he guided you to a cozy booth.

"Thank you," you said, slipping into the booth across from Andrei.

The conversation flowed easily over dinner, filled with stories from your classes and shared laughs at the absurdity of your college experiences. Andrei had always been a gentle conversationalist, listening intently to every word you spoke and responding with thoughtfulness that made you feel seen. Despite the three years you had known each other, it was as if you were discovering each other for the first time, peeling back layers that had been hidden beneath the surface of friendship.

"So, what's your go-to?" Andrei asked, his eyes scanning the extensive menu.

You thought for a moment before saying, "Butter chicken and garlic naan, every time." You glanced up to find him looking at you with an amused expression. "What?"

Andrei chuckled. "It's just that everyone says that. It's like the safest bet here." 

You scoffed playfully. "Maybe it's because it's the best thing on the menu."

The waiter arrived, and you placed your orders. The conversation turned to your costumes and the wild night you had shared. Andrei leaned in, his eyes twinkling. "Javi and Faith disappeared for, like, two hours, bro." You couldn't help but laugh, remembering your friends' unabashed PDA. "They're so in love," you said, a hint of wistfulness in your tone.

Andrei reached across the table and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But we had fun too," he said, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded, smiling, and you shared a moment of understanding that this was just the beginning of something special between you.

"Yeah, we did," you said, your voice a bit softer. Andrei's touch was reassuring, a reminder that you weren't alone in navigating this new chapter of your changing relationship.

The waiter returned drink refills, breaking the momentary silence. Andrei took a sip of his water, his eyes gazing into yours. "So, what do you want to do after dinner?"

You felt a thrill at the casualness of the question. "There's an after dinner?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. Andrei chuckled, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

"Always," he said, his smile warm. "But, I was thinking something low-key. Maybe we could grab some ice cream and walk around the quad?"

You nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect."

The rest of dinner passed by in a blur of delicious food and easy conversation. You shared stories, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company in a way that was both familiar and new. When the plates were cleared and the check paid, Andrei suggested you go to the local ice cream parlor that was open late for the Princeton crowd.

As you stepped outside into the brisk night air, Andrei put his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace. The quad was lit by soft, yellow lamps that cast long shadows across the cobblestone walkways. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the quiet night as you made your way to the ice cream shop.

The bell chimed as you pushed open the door, and the familiar smell of waffle cones and sugary treats greeted the two of you. The place was mostly empty, save for a few other students cramming for exams or enjoying a late-night study break. Andrei ordered mint chocolate chip while you went with your usual, a classic vanilla on a waffle cone. You found a small table by the window and sat down, watching the occasional person stroll by.

You took a bite of your ice cream, savoring the sweetness that melted on your tongue. "So, what came over you last night? You've had this crush since freshman year?" you asked playfully, nudging him with your elbow.

Andrei's cheeks reddened slightly, and he took a moment before responding. "I don't know. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I've seen you with other guys, and it always made me feel... jealous, I guess." He took a deep breath and met your gaze. "But when you walked out in your costume, looking like that..." He trailed off, his voice thick with unspoken feelings.

You felt your cheeks warm at his admission. You had never seen this soft, romantic side of Andrei, and it was endearing. You leaned in closer, your voice low and earnest. "So you liked it?"

Andrei swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, I liked it a lot," he said, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. "A lot," he emphasized with a laugh. You couldn't help but join in, feeling a wave of relief wash over you.

The two of you enjoyed your ice cream, sharing bites and smiles, until the cold started to seep into your bones. Andrei suggested he walk you back to your dorm, and you agreed, your heart fluttering at the prospect of more time together. As you strolled under the arching branches of the trees, your laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves, You felt a sense of peace you hadn't experienced in weeks. The stress of your schoolwork had momentarily faded into the background, replaced by the comforting presence of Andrei beside you.

When you reached the steps of your dorm, you turned to face you. "Thank you for dinner," you said, your voice a mix of shyness and sincerity. 

Andrei's gaze searched yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand as he held onto your fingers. "It was my pleasure," he replied, taking a step closer. His eyes flickered to your lips, biting at his own.

"Are you gonna kiss me, Iosivas?" You teased, your voice low and playful. Andrei's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was a perfect blend of sweet and hungry. You melted into him, your arms winding around his neck as his free hand rested on your lower back, pulling you closer. The night air was cool, but the warmth from his body and the heat of your kiss made you feel as if you were floating.

When you finally pulled apart, Andrei's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. You felt none. Instead, you felt a thrilling rush of excitement for the future of your relationship. "Come upstairs?" you whispered, your heart racing. Andrei nodded, and you climbed the stairs to your dorm hand in hand, the weight of your decision hanging in the air.

In your room, the quiet was a stark contrast to the noise of the previous night. The lights were soft, and the space felt intimate. The two of you kicked off your shoes before you moved to your vinyl rack, selecting a record to play on your vintage record player. The sound of Stevie Wonder filled the room, a soft melody that seemed to wrap around you as he stood there awkwardly, unsure of what came next.

You laughed as you turned back to see Andrei standing there, his eyes wide. "You okay?" you asked, taking his hand and leading him to your bed. You both sat down, and you scooted closer, the mattress squeaking slightly beneath you.

Andrei took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah, just... I never thought we'd actually ever do this," he said, his voice a bit shaky.

You leaned in and kissed him again, your hands cupping his face. "Well, we're doing it now," you whispered, feeling the tension between you build.

Andrei's hands found their way around your waist, his grip firm but gentle. You kissed slowly, exploring each other's mouths, tasting the sweetness of the mint chocolate chip and vanilla on your tongues. Your hands traveled up to his neck, playing with the hair at the nape, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tense and relaxing with every touch.

The record played on, Stevie Wonder's voice serenading your tentative exploration. Andrei pulled away to look at you, his eyes searching for permission. You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. He leaned in again, kissing you more urgently this time. His hands began to roam, tracing the lines of your body, his thumbs grazing the tops of your thighs. The heat from his touch was making it increasingly difficult for you to think about anything other than him. One of his hands reached for your jean-clad thigh, his fingertips brushing searing heat into your skin.

Your breath hitched, and you leaned into him, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warmth of his bare chest. His skin was smooth, his muscles firm under your touch. He groaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. You kissed deeper, your bodies moving closer together as if magnetized. Andrei's hand pulled the thigh under his grasp over his lap, shifting your weight so that you were straddling him. The music continued setting the tempo for your escalating passion.

Breaking away from the kiss, Andrei looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. You nodded, your breath shallow and your chest heaving. You leaned back slightly, giving him the space he needed to remove your shirt. The cool air kissed your skin, and you watched as his eyes darkened with want.

"Damn," Andrei murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He reached up, tracing the edge of your lacy bra with the thumbs. You felt a rush of heat pool in your stomach, and you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan. His attention was pulled to the roll of your hips as you whimpered, the fabric of your jeans rubbing against him deliciously.

Andrei leaned back, his eyes stuck on yours as he unzipped your pants. You helped him slide them down, and you were left in just your panties and bra. He took a moment to drink you in, his eyes lingering on the way your breasts heaved with every breath you took. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced as you felt his hands skim your skin. You leaned in and kissed him again, your hands working at the buttons of his shirt. You were both fumbling, a mix of excitement and nerves getting the better of you. The fabric of his shirt gave way, revealing his well-defined chest. His abs rippled under the soft light, and you couldn't help but trace the lines of his stomach muscles with your fingernails, causing him to suck in a breath. You ran your hands over the ink on his shoulder, feeling his muscles under your fingertips.

You moved together in a silent dance of desire, your kisses growing more urgent as your hands explored. You, growing impatient with the layers between the two of you, pushed Andrei's torso back onto the bed. He chuckled against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. With a playful smirk, you trailed your kisses down his chest, your teeth lightly grazing his skin, making him hiss in pleasure.

Your eyes searched for any sign of protest, but all you saw was the fire that matched the one burning within you. You continued to work your kisses downward, your hands fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. With a groan, Andrei lifted his hips, helping you free him from the fabric of his boxer briefs. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his tip glistening with need, and you couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him there softly, causing him to jolt in surprise.

"Shit!" Andrei cursed, his voice strained with pleasure, as your lips wrapped around his dick. You giggled against him, feeling empowered by his reaction. You took the angry red tip into your mouth, your eyes still locked on his, watching as his expression morphed from shock to pure ecstasy. His hands found your braids, his grip tightening as you moved your head up and down, your tongue swirling around him. His breath grew ragged, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he kept your hair out of your face, thrusting his hips upward to meet your mouth. You took him deeper, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him, your tongue playing with the vein on the underside of his shaft. Your hand slipped inside his boxers, your palm cupping his balls, rolling them gently as you sucked him off. 

You released him with a pop, looking up at him with a seductive heat in your eyes, watching his face contort in agonizing pleasure as you began to stroke him with a self-indulgent smile. “Fuck, princess,” his eyes opened as he released a loud moan, groaning again as his thighs trembled under your touch.

You giggled at the pet name tumbling from his pink lips. You dipped your head, your lips closing around his tip, your hand still moving to jerk his shaft up and down steadily. His eyes rolled back as his hands stilled, their grip tightening on your braids and keeping them back in a makeshift ponytail.

Andrei couldn't believe it. The girl he'd crushed on for so long was giving him the best blowjob he had ever had. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing with every stroke of your tongue. He didn't want it to end, but he also couldn't wait to be inside you. With a reluctant groan, he pulled you back up and kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you straddled him, your own need growing more intense with every passing second. You reached for the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, tossing it to him with a grin. Andrei's hands trembled slightly as he nervously struggled with the packaging.

You giggled as you watched him, your nails gently scratching at his chest in an attempt to ground yourself. "Let me," you offered. "Here," you said, taking the condom from his hand. 

You tore open the packet with your teeth and slid it onto him with a smooth, practiced ease that made Andrei's eyes widen in amazement. He watched as you positioned yourself above him, one hand on his chest for balance as the other trailed down to pull your underwear to the side.

"Ready?" You asked, your voice husky and filled with anticipation. Andrei nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you lowered your weight onto him. He felt himself enter you, the tightness of you making him groan. You were wet and hot, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His hands found your hips, holding you still against him as you both adjusted to the feeling.

"Fuck, yes," Andrei murmured as you began to move again, sinking deeper onto him, taking him in inch by inch. Your eyes never left his, watching the pleasure etch lines across his face. When you were fully seated on him, you both took a moment to savor the feeling of your bodies joined together, the culmination of your years of flirtation and unspoken longing.

"I'm not gonna last," Andrei warned, his voice strained with desire as he watched your body begin to move. 

You smiled, your rhythm slow and deliberate. "You don't have to," you whispered, your voice a sultry purr in his ear, "Just feel me."

And so he did. Andrei felt every inch of you as you began to ride him, your movements growing more urgent with every stroke. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving half-moons in his skin. His own hips began to lift to meet yours, the base of his cock smacking against you with each thrust. The friction was almost too much, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from losing it too quickly.

The music played on, the beat syncing with your movements. As you bounced on him, Andrei's hands wandered to your breasts, tweaking your nipples through the lace of your bra. You gasped as a strap fell down your shoulder, your head rolling back in pleasure. He sat up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, his mouth finding your neck. You tilted your head to the side, giving him better access as his teeth scraped your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Your breathing grew ragged as your pace increased. The bed creaked beneath you, melding with the rhythm of your bodies. Andrei could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his core tightening in anticipation. Your walls tightened around him, your breath hitching as you felt his strength shift to guide your hips, setting a tempo that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core.

"Andrei," you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders as you leaned back, your arms reaching back to rest on his outstretched legs. Your breasts bounced with each upward movement on his lap as he controlled your pace, brown eyes connecting in the heat of your passion. His eyes trailed down to your chest, watching the mesmerizing sight, his arms flexing as he slowed the speed of your hips, taking a moment to capture your lips in a kiss as he rocked your hips agonizingly slow over his.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, your breath coming in short gasps as you felt yourself building up to the edge. Andrei's kisses grew more demanding, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hands moved down to your ass, guiding your movements. He felt your walls tighten around him, the wetness of your sex coating his dick, and he knew you were close.

"Fuck—oh, yeah, yes," Andrei groaned against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. His grip tightened as you began to bounce faster, your breath coming in ragged pants. You could feel him twitch inside you, his hips becoming more erratic as he lost control.

The tension grew, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Your moans grew louder, filling the room. Andrei couldn't hold back anymore, his head dipped to press his lips to the valley between your breasts. With a stifled moan against your chest, he buried himself deep inside you, feeling his orgasm rip through his body and spill warmly into the condom.

"Oh, shit," Andrei breathed out, his body trembling as he held onto you tightly, feeling the aftershocks of his climax. "Gimme a second," he managed, his chest heaving. You giggled as you ran your nails up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own. You leaned down and kissed him softly, your breath warm against his cheek.

Your own orgasm was just around the corner. Andrei could feel it in the way you clenched around him, your breath hitching in your throat. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he lifted you from his dick. He turned your body, pressing your back against his chest as he fell back against the sheets of your bed with an athleticism that should not have surprised you as much as it did.

"What are you doing?" You gasped, feeling a new wave of arousal as Andrei's strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open. He kissed your neck, shushing you with a gentle nip of his teeth. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

With your legs open wide, Andrei's hands moved to caress your inner thighs, his fingers lightly brushing against your slick folds as he pulled your panties to the side once again. He watched your face contort with pleasure as he touched you, exploring you with a gentle curiosity. The pad of his finger found your clit, and you gasped, arching your back into his touch. He circled the sensitive bud, feeling your pulse beneath his fingertip.

Your breath grew shallow as Andrei's ministrations grew more intense. Your hips began to rock against his hand, seeking relief from the delicious pressure building within you. He could feel the heat of you against him, your body begging for more. His mouth found your neck, his lips nipping and kissing the soft skin as he worked his thumb in slow, deliberate circles.

"Fuck, Andrei," you whispered, your voice thick with pleasure. Your head raised briefly to watch as a finger dipped to enter you, the wetness of your arousal making it easy for him to slide in and out of you. He curled his finger inside you before adding another one, feeling your tightness clench around him and your breath hitched.

"Feels good?" he asked, his voice gruff as he watched your reaction. You could only moan in response, your head falling back again. The sensation was maddening, the way he filled you up and then left you empty only to fill you again. One of your hands found his thick hair, your nails scratching gently at his scalp as the other reached down to guide his fingers inside of you, pressing it harder into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Andrei's unoccupied hand moved from its spot on your dark thighs, running upwards to squeeze your breasts, his thumb playing with your nipple, the lace scraping against your skin.

Your movements grew more frantic, your breathing shallower, your body writhing against him. He felt you tense, your pussy contracting around his fingers, and knew you were close. He picked up his pace, his thumb flicking your clit in a way that made your back arch and your toes curl.

Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Andrei whispered in your ear, "Go ahead, princess." His voice was a command wrapped in velvet, sending a shiver down your spine. With one final thrust of his fingers, you came apart. Your body tensed, muscles contracting, as you climaxed around his fingers. Your moan was muffled by your hand, your eyes screwed shut. He watched you, fascinated by the way you came apart in his arms, the way you clenched around him, your body begging for more.

As you rode out your orgasm, your breathing slowing, Andrei pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to your mouth. 

"Taste yourself," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his dark gaze. Without hesitation, you took his fingers into your mouth, suckling them clean. The taste was foreign yet intimate, and it only served to make you want more of him.

The two of you lay there, panting and sweaty, your bodies tangled together. Andrei's arms were wrapped around you, holding you close as if you were something precious, something to be cherished. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time. It was more than just the afterglow of great sex; it was a connection that you hadn't realized was missing in your life.

You stayed that way for a while, just basking in the intimacy of the moment, your hearts beating in sync with the fading bass of the music outside. Eventually, you turned your body over in his arms to face him, your hand tracing the lines of his jaw, your thumb brushing against his full bottom lip.

Andrei brought you back down, pressing your front against his. "Thank you, for this," he said, his voice gruff and sincere. He kissed your forehead, your cheek, and finally your lips. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of affection and something deeper than the physical connection you just shared.

Your heart swelled, and you kissed him back with equal passion. "Thank you," you murmured, your eyes searching his. You could see the emotions swirling in his gaze—desire, relief, and a hint of vulnerability you hadn't expected from the usually laidback multi-sport athlete. It was endearing, and you found yourself smiling against his mouth.

Lifting your chest from his, your nails gently raked up and down his abs, your thighs straddling his hips. "I’ll be right back," you whispered, breaking the spell. Andrei's grip loosened, and he nodded, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you move away from the bed. You walked to the bathroom, your legs feeling like jelly. Your chest ached at the loss of his warm touch. 

You took care of yourself, then looked in the mirror, your makeup melting slightly from the heat of your encounter. You attempted to calm yourself, washing what was left of your makeup away with your makeup wipes, your eyes bright with excitement. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts, but they remained a jumbled mess of pleasure and wonder.

When you emerged, Andrei was still laying in your bed, his bare chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. He looked up as you approached, the smile on his face growing as he reached for you. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm good," you said, climbing back in beside him. He pulled you closer, your head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. "Where the fuck did you learn that?" You asked after a beat, your voice muffled by his skin.

Andrei laughed out loud, the tension leaving his body, his fingers caressing your skin softly. "I have my ways," he replied with a smug grin, not giving anything away. You smacked his chest playfully, Andrei’s cheeks flushed from your encounter. 

"Ow, asshole," he huffed, feigning pain.

The two of you laid there, your bodies cooling down but the warmth of your connection remained. Finally finding the strength to lift yourself off Andrei's chest, you reached for his phone on the nightstand. Flicking his flashlight on, you directed the light to his face. His flushed cheeks and swollen lips made him look even more handsome than you had ever seen him.

He squinted under the strength of the light, groaning with dissatisfaction. “Dude… what the fuck?”

With a giggle you moved your attention to the rest of his face, "You have makeup all over your face," you pointed out, wiping away the remnants of your gloss from his lips. 

Andrei's smile grew wider, his eyes bright with mischief. "Worth it," he murmured, sitting up to kiss you again.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you said, standing up from the bed to reach for Andrei's forgotten button-up. You smiled to yourself as Andrei watched you with a lazy grin, his eyes tracing your every move. Your fingers moved gracefully across the material, pulling your hands through the sleeves while Andrei stepped into his boxers.

In the bathroom, the warm light cast a glow on your half-dressed bodies as you crowded around the mirror. Andrei lifted you to sit on the counter, catching you by surprise, your legs dangling as he stepped between them, his underwear hanging low on his hips, his silver chain glittering against his tanned skin. He leaned into your touch, you beginning to clean him up. You were meticulous, your movements tender as you wiped away smudges of foundation and the rest of your lip gloss from his face. His eyes swept over your face, committing your post-sex glow to memory as you worked diligently.

"You're so beautiful," Andrei murmured, his eyes tracing the lines of your face as you focused on removing the last of your makeup from his face. You ducked your head, trying to hide your smile.

"You're just saying that because I gave you head," you teased, your voice light and playful. 

He leaned in, kissing your neck gently, his stubble scraping against your skin. "Best head of my life," he conceded, making you laugh and shove him away.

Andrei stepped back between your legs, his hands resting on your knees. "But seriously, you're stunning, princess." The use of the pet name again drew a shy smile out of you again. His words were sincere, and you could feel his eyes on you as you worked to clean off the last smudges of makeup from his face. You felt the tug of your smile against your lips, but you didn't look away from the task at hand.

When you were done, you tossed the wipe into the trash and leaned back against the mirror, looking at him with a soft expression. "What now?" you asked, your voice still playful despite the weight of your earlier conversation.

Andrei's expression grew more serious, his hands stilling on your thighs. "Now, we do this right." He paused, searching your eyes for any hesitation. "I don't want this to just be a one-time thing. I want to date you, for real."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Okay," you said, your voice a breathless whisper.

"Okay?" Andrei teased, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, hands squeezing your plush thighs softly.

"Yes, John Green. Okay," you scoffed with a roll of your eyes, your voice filled with excitement as you leaned in to kiss him again, this time with more passion. Andrei wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as your kiss deepened. You broke apart, both of you grinning like fools.

"So, we're dating?" You asked, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and happiness. Andrei nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I've liked you for a long time. And if you're willing to put up with me and all my shit, then I'm all in."

"And what if I'm the one with the shit?" You countered, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made your stomach flutter. "Then I'll just have to be extra patient."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect, leaning in to kiss Andrei again. This time, there was no teasing or heat, just the sweetness of two people discovering each other on a deeper level. His arms tightened around you, and you felt yourself melting into him. It was a perfect moment, one you hadn't allowed yourself to dream of.

He lifted you off the counter, setting you on your feet, and you both took a moment to look into each other's eyes, the gravity of your decision settling in. The room was filled with an electrifying silence that seemed to crackle with anticipation. You felt your heart racing as you stared into his brown eyes quietly. With a sudden movement, Andrei bent down to pick you up bridal style, making you squeal with laughter as he carried you to the bed, flicking the light switch in the bathroom off.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight coming in through the window. He laid you down gently, the mattress sinking under your combined weight. The two of you shared another kiss, slower this time, savoring the moment. You felt the warmth of Andrei's skin against yours, and you knew you had made the right choice. You had never felt so alive, so seen, and so desired.

You settled against the sheets, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence. Andrei's hand caressed your side. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt your softness next to him, he knew he never wanted to let go of this feeling. 

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you whispered, "Don't fuck this up for me, Iosivas. I really like you."

Andrei chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I'll do my best, princess."

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I’d like to know your thoughts on the boys (or just Lloyd) having a FAT crush on the reader ☺️ tysm!

This is the flavour of fluff that I crave.

Ended up writing a crap ton more for lloyd😭 but thats okay we love him.

Very very loosely proofread.

Ninjago crush headcanons (the ninja):

LLOYD🍏💚:

Theres two ways Lloyd could go about having a crush.

Pre Harumi he's pretty oblivious to it, if you dont confess first, he needs Kai to figure it out for him.

Post Harumi he's having a panic attack.

On one hand, he likes you- and he knows you. You wouldnt be anything like Harumi.

On the other hand, that's what he thought about her, too.

Either way, once he comes to terms with his feelings, hes like a puppy.

Hes following you around 24/7.

He thinks hes slick.

He is not.

Kind of guy brush his hand against yours while walking thinking hes being smooth with it, but hes so red in the face you think hes sick and take him home.

But you wanted to take care of him, he considers that a win.

Generally, he prefers to be near you. Not necessarily clinging, but always sort of hovering.

Ninja or not, he wants to keep you safe.

Goes out of his way to impress you.

Not well, but he tries.

Showing off during training, not very subtley bragging, ect.

With anyone else it would come off as self absorbed, but hes so flustered while he does it that it becomes endearing.

If he does manage to get some kind of physical affection from you, hes a mess.

Hold his hand while you walk down the street, you'll be able to feel his hand heat up.

He stammers. He'll be explaining something so well until you walk into a room. Then hes tripping over every other word.

All in all, it's pretty obvious when he has a crush, at least after he figures it out himself. And once kai catches on, you wont have to wait long before hes a mess trying to ask you out.

It's very private. He'll pull you aside, make sure theres no one around. Hes very nervous, he barely manages to get his words out. You'll probably have to say it for him, but it's very sweet. He just thinks you're the coolest person.

KAI🍎❤

Hes the opposite of lloyd. No stammering or panicking.

Hes all over you.

He'll always have an arm around you, or a hand on your shoulder. He loves touching you.

Hes warm. Really, really warm.

On cold nights he'll jokingly offer to share a bed with you and 'keep you warm.'

Whenever you two are alone, hes a bit more awkward. Lots of clearing his throat, shifting his weight around. He doesnt want to make you uncomfortable- and that leads to overthinking.

It's kind of funny- he'll go from clinging to your side to anxiously standing on the other side of the room.

Please reassure him, he needs it.

If you do let him know you dont mind his clinging, hes right back to being all over you- but when you're alone, hes a bit softer about it.

An arm around your shoulders turns into warm hugs. A hand on your back turns into holding hands. Alone, he treats you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

It actually takes him a little bit to build up the nerve to confess. He likes you. Not a one off flirtation, he really, really likes you.

Prepare to be romanced. Before he confesses, hes sweeping you off your feet. Dinner, picnic, movie, whatever your ideal date is, hes got it covered. He gets dressed up and everything.

But once the 'outing' ends, hes very sweet. Any cockiness in his voice dissapears as he tells you how he feels. You're amazing, and he doesn't want to mess it up.

Jay🐦💙

MY MAIN MAN‼

we've seen him in the show. Hes trying his best.

He REALLY wants to impress you. You're so cool, so obviously you'd go for a cool guy- right?

Hes being a showboat, flexing his muscles, showing off inventions, and stammering over himself as he tries to impress you.

You know when birds puff out their feathers? Think that, but the bird promptly falls on its face.

He just really wants you to like him.

But when he stops trying to impress you? Hes the sweetest person in the world.

Constant check ups. If you've been unusually quiet, he'll ask if you're okay. You look tired? Hes got snacks and drinks on the ready.

But if you have a really crappy day, you'll find him in your room, offering conversation, distraction, whatever you need.

He might as well already be your boyfriend.

He adores you. Every inch. If he catches you talking had about yourself he'll be on a rant about how amazing you are for the next twenty minutes.

He doesnt even actually have to confess- you can figure it out from that alone.

But if he DID confess, he tries really hard to do it right. He wants to take you out, sweep you off your feet- but you end up just staying home and playing video games.

He just sort of blurts it out. Very loudly, and very quickly. You almost miss what he says. But If you do catch it- and agree to go out with him- you're not leaving his arms any time soon. The next hour is him gushing about you as he peppers your face with kisses.

Cole♟🖤

He has a what?

A crush?

Huh?

He has no clue what's going on with him.

Hes not stupid- he knows about romance, but he has a hard time realizing it's something that's going on with him.

It's never been his thing- so when he realizes how he feels, hes pretty quick to tell you.

But before he figures it out, hes always helping you carry things.

Like, a weird amount

Carrying boxes? Hes got it. Groceries? Five bags in each hand. A book? Well, he doesn't mind taking it off your hands.

Physical touch? Words of affirmation? No, his love language is carrying things.

This includes you. If you hurt yourself training, or step off a curb, he doesnt think twice about carrying you.

Until he figures out he likes you. Then he thinks about it alot.

He gets into whatever music you're into. Anything. You can play the trashiest pop song in the world, and he would love it, just because you liked it.

When he does confess, hes very to the point about it. He just sort of says it. Not the most romantic thing in the world, but it manages to be sweet, coming from him.

Although if you tell him you like him back, he let's out the biggest sigh of relief. He was STRESSING, but he wouldnt let you know that.

Zane❕❄

Clocked it immediately.

Hes seen enough of other people's relationships to know what hes feeling. His hesitance comes more from trying to figure out why he feels the way he does.

He's a nindroid- should he be able to feel this way? He can feel everything else, why wouldnt he? But should he? Would being with him even be a fulfilling relationship for you?

He spends the next week doing research. How to be a good partner, how to go about confessing, how to express his affection, he becomes a walking boyfriend wikihow.

Hes confident. Hes done his research, he knows what hes doing. So, he takes you to a romantic setting- some kind of secluded park or somewhere else with nice scenery. He thinks hes ready to tell you- then he looks at you. Hes always thought you were nice to look at- but now? He thought you were stunning.

He essentially short circuits.

You have to ask him if hes okay a few times before he gathers himself, and manages to very formally get the words out.

Nya🌊💙

TEAAASINGGG.

It's her love language.

You will not have a moment of peace around this woman.

But her teasing is really her way of letting you know that she notices the small things about you. The way you wear your hair, the way you sit, the way your posture changes when you're tired- she notices.

Once in a blue moon, you'll be tired enough for her to lay off- the teasing replaced with her looking after you, making sure people leave you alone. She can be very sweet when she wants to be.

The longer she likes you, the more prone to the sweet side she is. A part of her wants to out right tell you, but the other part wants to keep things the way they are- she doesn't want to risk losing the sweeter moments you had.

She's faced a good bit of loss in her life, she doesn't want to add you to the list.

Eventually, once again thanks to Kai, she spits it out. She tries to do the romantic date thing- but it turns into a choir of teasing and giggles. She confesses through her laughter. Its adorable. She freezes when she realizes what she did- but then she repeats it, letting you know she meant it.

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AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

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If the Bun's as Sweet as You

Part 2 of Sweet as You

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x pregnant!wife!baker!reader

Summary: After you find out you're pregnant, you try to use baking jokes to tell Deacon. Unfortunately, he isn't the first to understand you.

Warnings: fluff!! Street and Hondo. r is implied to have an irregular cycle?

Word Count: 1.6k+ words

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A/N: I swear I could look at his smile forever. An extra special thanks to @elephants-bubbles-brachosauruses for the amazing ideas about using "bun in the oven" and Deac being oblivious!

In your bakery’s kitchen, you sit and press the back of your hand against your mouth. The last week or so, you have been nauseous, and emotional, and the smells you once found mouthwateringly amazing are now causing your stomach to churn.

“What are you making, boss?” your employee Tristan asks. “Smells amazing.”

You increase the pressure of your hand against your mouth while fighting the urge to throw up. It hits you then: you might be pregnant. What other explanation exists for a sudden sensitivity to certain smells and tastes, plus the morning sickness that has been pulling you out of bed even before Deacon wakes?

“Tristan, I need you to take over,” you say quickly. “I have a quick errand to run, and it may turn into a personal day.”

“Sure thing. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. There’s lemon snaps in the oven and cheesecake filling setting in the fridge. Schedule’s on the board, call if you need anything.”

“Of course. Don’t worry about anything, just take care of you.”

You nod in thanks, then hang your apron on its designated hook before gathering your things. There’s a pharmacy just a few blocks away, but you want to take the tests at home rather than in a public restroom.

In less than an hour, you have five tests waiting on your bathroom sink as you sit on the edge of the tub and watch your leg bounce with the timer on your phone. When it dings, you exhale before you stand. You don’t have time to wonder how you’ll feel if they’re negative before you see two pink lines. Then, a plus sign. And a digital message reading ‘Pregnant 3+.’ Every test is positive.

You smile as you gather the tests and place them in a box below the sink. Telling Deacon has to be special, but you don’t want to wait. A baker joke, you think as you prepare to return to the bakery. It will be perfect.

Your stop at the bakery is quick; you ensure Tristan and the rest of your staff are doing well, then gather an assortment of treats. You ensure that Deacon and his team’s known favorites are included before you leave for HQ.  Since marrying Deacon, you’ve been welcomed into their station more times than you can count, and they’re family to you.

“Wait,” Deacon says, dropping his guard.

“For what?” Street asks as he steps back.

“See how he perked up like a dog?” Luca points out.

“Uh, yeah.”

Hondo interrupts to explain, “That means his wife is incoming. I’d say in about, three… two…”

“Mrs. Kay!” Rocker yells around the corner.

“I’m getting pretty good at that, Deac!” Hondo brags. “Watch your back, my man.”

“Hi, guys!” you greet as you round the corner.

Rocker is carrying the boxes for you now, and Deacon’s team can’t decide whether to look at you or the baked goods you brought them.

“Dig in, they’re still warm,” you say.

Luca, Hondo, and Street tap your arm gently in thanks as they follow Rocker to a nearby table. Deacon smiles as he exits the ring and walks to your side.

“I missed you,” you murmur as he pulls you into a quick hug.

“Missed you too,” Deacon agrees. “I didn’t get to see you for long this morning. Are you feeling better?”

You nod, remembering that a few hours ago, you were sick but didn’t know why. Now, you press your hand against your thigh to keep it from resting on your nonexistent baby bump.

“I brought your favorite again,” you tell Deacon. “I’ve been thinking that I could use that flavor in some other kind of recipe, maybe make it a bit savory somehow.”

“Anything you make will be amazing.”

“Like you?” you ask, smiling as you lean against his side.

“Like you.” Deacon keeps his arm around your waist and drops his chin to kiss you quickly. He looks at the open boxes and says, “You brought more today.”

“I made a ton,” you agree. Then, you smile as you add, “Plus, there’s a bun in the oven.”

Deacon’s brows furrow, but his smile never drops as he asks, “Just one? That’s a terrible business plan.”

You laugh, caught off guard by how easily your pregnancy announcement went over his head. Deacon has been incredibly attuned to you and your needs since long before you were married. Yet, when you tell him you’re pregnant, he thinks you’re talking about your bakery.

“I’m going to go get some before it’s all gone,” Deacon whispers, carefully removing his arm from around you.

“Enjoy,” you murmur, shaking your head in amusement.

“The weekly visits may have been a terrible idea,” Deacon announces when he returns home after his shift. “It’s just enough time to make me want you around more.”

“I’m sure Hondo feels the same,” you agree.

“What are you up to?”

Deacon wraps his arms around your waist and drops his chin to your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your neck. You lean against him and set your pen aside, the beginnings of a new recipe jotted down in your favorite recipe binder.

“I started baking a new recipe,” you begin carefully, “but it won’t be ready for 8 months, give or take.”

Deacon hums, then asks, “How do you get your recipes so perfect? Besides being brilliant and all the time you put in?”

You close your eyes, smile, and drop your head against his shoulder. Deacon is smart, but it seems he’s entirely oblivious when it comes to a baby.

“Mostly time, trial and error,” you answer. “Which hopefully only applies to baking and not making other things.”

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” Deacon asks.

“No. Why? Did you get called in?”

“You’re stuck with me.”

You hum and decide to try a more direct approach. “I promise that if I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to be sick, it’s not because of you,” you joke. “The bun in my oven just doesn’t seem to like mornings.”

Deacon nods against you before he steps back and offers to make dinner. You consider showing him the positive tests, but now you want to see how long it will take for Deacon to realize what you’ve been trying to tell him all day.

Forty-eight hours after learning that you are expecting a baby with your husband, Deacon, he has yet to catch on to a single one of your hints. You’ve tried every version of the ‘bun in the oven’ line, mentioned that you shouldn’t have rum cake, made jokes about your morning sickness, and even pointed out that being a baker is the perfect occupation to make it easier to eat for two. Deacon Kay is oblivious, you’ve discovered.

So, to get your mind off the dilemma of how to tell your husband without just blurting out I’m pregnant, you’ve taken to experimenting in the kitchen. When the third batch of your sweet and savory cookie crisps is finished, you carry the tray around the bakery and ask for your employees’ opinions. After six of them give you a thumbs up and one admits that she doesn’t like crunchy cookies, you package the new item and wave goodbye to your kitchen assistant.

You’re going over your weekly visit to SWAT HQ, but you don’t care. As you walk in, you hear Deacon talking.

“Hello, beautiful,” Hondo calls. “I finally beat Deacon to you.”

“Not by much,” Deacon points out as he walks to your side. “Whoa, what are those?”

“They don’t have a name yet,” you answer, passing the box to him. “They’re a twist on a savory chocolate chip cookie crisp.”

“I’m sorry,” Hondo tells you, laying his hand on your shoulder. “Your husband was distracted by the cookies. How are you feeling?”

Deacon rolls his eyes and passes the box of cookies to Street.

“How did you come up with this recipe?” Luca inquires.

You decide that now, surrounded by your friends, is as good a time as any to try one more time.

“I think the bun in the oven is making me a better baker,” you admit.

The men around you freeze, and everything is silent for several seconds.

“Congratulations!” Luca exclaims, hugging you tightly.

Hondo points at you with a bright smile and says, “You can’t give me that look when I call you Mama now!”

“Oh my gosh,” Street murmurs, reaching toward your stomach. “Can we call them Cookie?”

You laugh and say, “Sounds like I’m bloated, but sure.”

“What?” Deacon asks slowly. When you look back at him, his eyes are wide, and his brows are raised high on his forehead. “What?” he repeats.

“I’ve been telling you for two days, Deacon!”

“No, you haven’t!”

You smile and take Deacon’s hand. “You’re way too pretty to be this oblivious.”

“Hey, if pretty’s all you’re after,” Hondo interjects, shrugging as he raises a cookie toward his mouth.

“Back off,” Deacon chides playfully. He looks at you and asks, “You’re pregnant?”

You smile and nod as you raise your hands to his shoulders. “You’re going to be a dad, Sergeant Kay.”

Deacon’s eyes brighten as he smiles. Then, his smile drops long enough for him to mumble, “Oh.”

“You just caught on to everything I’ve been saying,” you accuse.

Deacon kisses you rather than admitting you’re right but pulls back quickly when Street asks, “Hey, can I be the godfather?”

“Over my dead body,” Hondo answers lowly.

“I feel like we’re interrupting something,” you whisper to Deacon.

“I love you,” Deacon replies.

“I love you, too. And if this baby is anywhere near as sweet as you, everyone here is going to love them, too.”

“We'll love Cookie, you mean,” Street calls.

[purepure]

Ride a cowboy!!

Boothill X AFAB! Reader

Including, Riding (it’s more him being dom) Metal Dick!! (?), (let’s pretend like it doesn’t hurt okay) Dirty talk, Collar, leash, and handcuffs included in this, biting, ig foreplay um idk, pet names used🙏

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Minors DNI!

A small peak from the window, let out a cool blue light, caused by beautiful lights outside of Penacony. The window was slightly open, letting in fresh air. Occasionally, a child would yell for some reason. But other than that, Penacony was nice and quiet.. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Aww.. cmon pretty girl, why’d ya stop?” He asked, tugging at that pretty little collar of yours, You said nothing at all. Looking down at his metal chest, Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, that was all. With no response from you, His hand waved in front of your face, Which finally caught your attention. “..huh? o-oh.. what’d you say…?” Boothill sighed and sat up against the headboard, and repositioned yourself on his cock, “Are you just tired of bouncing up and down on me?~” He said with a smirk, slowly grinding himself on you.

“Mmpfh!~- fuck..~” you curse to yourself, because damn.. he really knew how to hit your spots. He tilted his head, staring into your heavy-lidded eyes, “What’s wrong darlin’? Can’t speak for yourself hm?” He leans in closer to your neck, sliding his tongue along the your cold skin. “Don’t worry just let me take control, ‘kay?” You nodded, “o-okay.” Boothill grabbed your waist, and bounced you up and down on his cock. “F-Fuckk.. Angel~ you’re even tighter than before-“ He moaned in your ear, loud and clear. Meanwhile, you were just lost in your own little world. Shamelessly letting out moans, it was just every time you went down on his cock, the tip angled perfectly to your sensitive spot. Like, it’s not your fault that it feels so fucking good?

“Ahnn!~ f-fuck, Boothill..!~” “yeah..~ you like getting dicked down like that?~” You arch your back into him, and throwing your head back. Boothill took your leash and wrapped hisnhand around it, forcing your head forward, once you were close enough, he went in for a kiss. Just to quiet you down and just feeling the need to kiss you during such an intimate moment between the two of you.

You felt like wrapping your arms around him, but couldn’t. Those damn handcuffs just wouldn’t let you, it felt like torture to not embrace your love in an intense moment. But that didn’t matter, you were reaching your high anyway. Boothill pulled away from the long kiss, “ahh..~ you g-getting close- mm.. d-darling?” You didn’t have the strength to say yes out loud. so, you just let a small “yes” followed up with a nod. He chuckled at you and leaned into your neck, hiscold breath met the hot skin. “..come on baby.. cum for me~” he started to nibble at the soft tissue, her sharp teeth grazing on you skin. In response you’re moaned loudly. (god..) “f-fuck..!~ boothill- I’m gonna!- cum!-“ You threw your head back. Those final three thrusts, roughly hit against your g-spot every time, then finally his sticky liquid shot into your pulsing pussy.

Both you and boothill took some time to catch your breaths. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked into your eyes, “you did amazing. Good girl..” he chuckled, “if you’re done taking your break, wanna go for round 2..?”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a Yandere!Platonic 1st Years (+Grim) with an Eri!Reader?

How would they feel learning of her abused, trauma, and her unfamiliarity with general society and social norms? (Who’s looking murderous when they see just the scars littered around her arms and legs when her bandages are removed?)

Though it’s a whole different story when she says she sees her power as nothing but a ‘curse’, and her existence a ‘burden’ that only makes others suffer? All because of the man named ‘Overhaul’, the one who did this so her? (Who’s about to go feral when she admits she doesn’t remember how to smile?)

But she starts to become more positive thanks to Grim and slowly the others (She likes Grim and is very sparkly eyed because he talks, breaths fire and thinks he’s amazing)

Imagine when she says she made a friend all on her very own who’s ‘like her’, though they lightly chastise her that she shouldn’t talk with strangers (It’s Malleus, they’re both lonely, have horns she has 1, while Malleus has 2, have an incredible power that’s very dangerous, and they’re unfamiliar/slow with society)

Eri Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’ve been through so much….so you’ve been told. The pain, the heartbreak, the constant voice in your head that has guilt weighing on your little heart. Your transportation to Twisted Wonderland couldn’t come at a better time. They’re going to welcome you cage you to this new world more than willing to spoil you to your hearts content:

Grim 

“Oi oi servant they all think we’re monsters!”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah! So we gotta show them we’re gonna be the greatest mages in here!”

“Oh….okay!”

He’s the perfect chaotic companion

He teaches you to allow yourself to do what you want

Granted his guidance isn’t all knowing

No matter how tasty Heartslabyul’s tarts are you shouldn’t eat them everytime you visit — especially without permission

Either way you’re learning to forgive yourself and allow you to have fun

And leave it to Grim to say whatever snarky thing you’d like to say when your big-brothers get in the way

“Nyeh! You won’t be able to do anything against my flames, nyah!”

Ace Trappola

“Hey if I catch you moping about that plague doctor guy, I’ll sock ya in the head!”

“Ace?!”

“I-i-i won’t!”

In a weird way you’re so used to being bullied (by kai) that you tend to take his bully-affection to heart

You know he cares, he just won’t tell you often

He reminds you of a certain blonde…

It also makes you more privy to his very willing desire to steamroll over anyone he deems a problem for you

“I think he meant that as a joke, Ace…”

“Joke schmoke, I warned you, you stain! I’m putting you in the medical wing.”

“Ace, please!” 

Deuce Spade

“(Y/n), did you eat today? Are you feeling well? Do you need me to carry you!”

Mother hen of the group

He’s hovering close behind even when you don’t see him

Always making sure you’re safe and happy as can be

He’s teeming with anxiety if he’s not watching you himself

Even worse if you get hurt accidentally or on purpose

Now he’s Mama bear totally bearing the claws to protect you

He’s not going to leave you to defend yourself

Especially when your abilities hinge on your mental state

He’s trying his best

“Are you doing the breathing techniques Crewel recommended? Where’s your paper bag?”

Jack Howl

“Hello little one.”

“Hi.”

“Would you…like to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yes!”

Your #1 guard dog

Doesn’t have to worry considering Deuce is freaking out for him

He’ll be the sane voice of reason because Ace isn’t anywhere close to reliable in his eyes

Naturally he entrances you with his tail and overall dog-like personality

But don’t forget he’s got the bite force of a wolf that he’s not afraid to use if he deems fit

“Pup, don’t stop yourself from having fun or being…young. I–we will keep you safe.”

Epel Felmier

“You’re so pretty.”

“...Thanks.”

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that

And he loves nothing more than escaping Vil to find out what other sweet makes you smile sweetly 

He’s also one of the first to join Ace as part of the self-proclaimed protection committee

He’s also one of the first to suggest taking it further than a mere beatdown

Anything for his new little sibling

“If there’s no body…there’ll be no problems.”

Sebek Zigvolt

“TINY HORNED HUMAN! WHERE IS YOUR DIASOMNIA PIN!” 

“Uhm…Ace took it from me…said it was unfair.”

“THAT FOOL. COME CHILD I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE PIN AGAIN.”

Is definitely apart of a brainwash committee of his own and is insistent you become Diasomnia’s new mascot…under Malleus of course

His loudness sometimes scares you off but he means well

And will no doubt join the others if a few heads need to roll

“Rest easy, child. On my watch, no one will harm you.”