#huge gesture of affection n care to me

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Basically all he did was make sure I actually wanted it before doin anything n I really am just totally fucking lovestruck

It's probably cause it was just the other guy for so long that the difference between em is messin up my brain but

How do I fight this?

[queenofwands89]

Quiet Affections

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Pilot!reader

Summary: After her friends tease her about Jake having a crush on her, Y/N reflects on certain memories that make her question whether there might be some truth to their playful jabs.

Warnings: Teasing, pining, Jake being a sweetheart, Y/N being oblivious, insults aimed at Y/N, protective Jake, mention and description of injury, anxiety, doubts, fluff.

Notes: Happy Friday, everyone! We made it! 🎉 I just hit 2,500 likes on here and wanted to thank each and every one of you who liked, reblogged, or commented on my works. It means the world to me. I’m down bad for Jake, and need him badly so I wrote this. Enjoy byeeee

You find yourself deep in the heart of the Hard Deck, the familiar hum of chatter and clinking glasses forming a comforting backdrop. Rooster, Natasha, Javy, Bob, Reuben, and Mickey are clustered around the pool table, laughter spilling freely as they take turns making shots and throwing jabs. Jake had just excused himself to go to the restroom, but not before brushing a lingering hand against your shoulder and whispering something that made you smile. This action set off a chain reaction of teasing directed at you.

"Y/N, you know Hangman’s got a huge crush on you, right?" Rooster's mustache twitches with a sly smile as he lines up for his shot.

You laugh it off, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh please, Bradley. Jake? No way. He's just... nice."

Rooster and Natasha exchange glances before Natasha cocks an eyebrow at you. "Nice? Hangman is many things, but nice isn't the first word I'd use. Unless he’s talking to you," she remarks, tapping her cue stick against her palm.

Bob, always the quiet observer, chimes in. "He's got a point though, Y/N. I've seen how he looks at you."

You can't help but roll your eyes. "I'm just completely unaware of it," you say, sarcasm dripping from your voice. "You guys are ridiculous."

Mickey grins, his boyish charm lighting up his face. "Maybe, but can you really deny the way he's always got your back?" he asks, leaning casually against the pool table.

Your first instinct is to rebut, but as their words settle in, you start to think about some of the things Jake had done for you. Not just the grand gestures like saving your hide in aerial combat, but the small, everyday things. The way he'd always save you a seat, bring you coffee exactly how you like it, offer subtle words of encouragement when you doubted yourself.

Javy steps forward, his competitive spirit twinkling in his eyes. "You're telling me you haven't noticed how he always goes out of his way to make sure you're okay?"

Reuben, good-natured but always vigilant, nods in agreement. "Hangman's not exactly an altruistic guy, Y/N. But for you? He'd go to lengths he wouldn't for anyone else."

You crack a wry smile, determined to stay firm in your denial. "He's just protective. We're teammates."

Natasha had already joined in, her voice warm yet teasing. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N. It’s not just about being teammates. He genuinely cares.”

In the ensuing silence, you can't help but ponder on their words. Jake "Hangman" Seresin is charismatic and assertive, traits forged from his exceptional flying skills and competitive nature. But beneath that cocky exterior, there lies a heart incredibly loving and caring, willing to sacrifice anything for his loved ones. Slowly, you find yourself drifting into a vivid memory, reliving the countless cherished moments and experiences you've shared with Jake.

You recall that evening at the Hard Deck vividly. The bar was buzzing with the usual chatter and laughter, the hum of camaraderie filling the air. You were amidst your friends, enjoying the rare downtime when an unfamiliar voice cut through the noise—this stranger making an offhand but cruel remark about you. The comment was subtle, yet it stung deeply, rooting you in place with a mix of shock and mortification. Your cheeks burned under the weight of the ridicule, words lodged in your throat.

Before you could muster a response, you felt Jake's presence beside you, solid and reassuring. He stepped forward, placing himself between you and the offender. His usual easy going demeanor was replaced by a steely resolve, his eyes dark with anger. "Do us all a favor and think before you speak," he said, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable edge.

The bar fell into an uneasy silence as Jake’s glare pinned the offender in place. "If you've got a problem with Y/N," he continued, his voice low and unwavering, "you’ll be dealing with me."

The tension hung in the air, thick and palpable. The offender, unable to match Jake's intensity, muttered an apology and slunk away, deflated. The moment passed, but the impact lingered. Jake remained there a moment longer, ensuring the threat had fully dissipated before turning back to you.

As he met your gaze, the hardness in his features softened, replaced by a gentle concern. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with a tenderness reserved just for you.

You felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude, the initial embarrassment giving way to a profound sense of relief. Jake had stood up for you without a second thought, his protective instinct leaving no room for compromise. In that moment, you knew you were safe, not just physically but emotionally, knowing Jake had your back. His touch and the concern in his eyes reassured you even more, providing a solace that words alone could not.

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Then there was the night when you couldn’t sleep, tormented by insecurities that gnawed at the edges of your mind. It was long past midnight, and you found yourself seated on the deck of the aircraft carrier, trying to get some fresh air to clear your head before the mission. The vast expanse of the ocean and the cool night breeze did little to quiet the whirlwind of self-doubt swirling inside you.

The stars dotted the sky like tiny beacons, and the waves below gently lapped against the ship's hull, but none of it brought you peace. You wrapped your arms around yourself, tense and lost in thought, barely noticing the sound of footsteps approaching.

Jake emerged from the shadows, his silhouette becoming clearer in the soft glow of the ship's lights. He paused when he saw you, his brow furrowing with concern. He looked around, ensuring no one else was around, before walking over to you with determined but careful strides.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice breaking the solitude with an edge of worry.

You hesitated, feeling foolish for bothering him. "I…I just can't stop thinking about everything that's been going wrong. I don't know if I'm cut out for this, Jake."

Jake's eyes softened, and he lowered himself to sit beside you on the cold metal deck. "Tell me more," he said gently, coaxing you to open up. His voice was so steady, so soothing, that you found yourself pouring out all your fears and anxieties—the relentless pressure, the fear of failure, the nagging feeling that you weren't good enough. With each word, you felt a weight lifting from your chest.

Jake listened without interrupting, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by an unwavering focus on you. His eyes never left your face, and his expression remained kind and attentive. "You know what I see when I look at you?" he said quietly once you had finished. "I see someone who's brave, who fights every day to be better, who cares deeply about others. You're stronger than you think, Y/N. Don't let those doubts control you."

His words felt like a balm to your soul, soothing the raw edges of your insecurities. When he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes melted away your remaining doubts, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of reassurance. Sitting there on the deck, under the endless sky, you felt profoundly grateful for Jake's unwavering support and the strength he helped you find within yourself.

.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

You also remember the time when you injured your ankle during a training exercise. You had insisted on limping back to your quarters, trying to maintain your independence. But Jake wouldn't hear of it. He had scooped you up without a second thought, cradling you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic gentleness. The entire trek back, he kept you engaged in light-hearted banter, ensuring your mind stayed off the pain.

.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

And how could you forget the morning he had brought you coffee? Not just any coffee, but a complex, personalized concoction—an oat milk latte with a shot of caramel, a pinch of cinnamon, and a dash of nutmeg, and no foam. You hadn’t even mentioned it to him before. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up," he had said nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But you knew the effort he had put into remembering such a detailed order, and it made your heart swell with an unfamiliar warmth.

These memories play in your mind like a cherished montage, each moment a testament to the man beneath the bravado. Jake "Hangman" Seresin wasn’t just the cocky pilot everyone else saw. He was a protector, a confidant, a friend who cared deeply for you, even if you had been too blind to see it before.

Returning back to the present moment amidst the lively ambiance of the Hard Deck, surrounded by the warmth of friends and laughter, you notice Jake returning from the restroom. As your eyes meet, his familiar smirk emerges, but this time there’s a tender softness in his gaze that you hadn’t noticed before—or perhaps, hadn't allowed yourself to see.

“Miss me?” he jokes, sliding back into the chaos of pool cues and friendly banter.

You chuckle, shaking off the speculative thoughts. “Like a bad habit, Seresin.”

But later, as the night winds down and the camaraderie ebbs into a quieter hum, you catch yourself glancing his way more often. The teasing remarks of your friends aren’t so easily dismissed anymore. And as Jake catches your gaze across the room, you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they might be onto something.

Because sometimes, the most significant realizations are the ones that had been right in front of you all along, masked by the comfort of friendship and the chaos of duty.

You smile to yourself, feeling an inexplicable warmth. Maybe it was time to see what was beyond the camaraderie, to delve into the possibilities of what if. The thought lingers, like an unopened letter, waiting for the right moment.

For now, you return to the laughter and games, but with a new awareness, a curiosity that couldn’t be easily shaken. One thing was for sure—things were going to get interesting.

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Text divider credits: @bunnysrph

[lilacqiqis]

"Darling"

naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai

Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush

A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac

TW: none, GN!reader

more under the cut

🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said

🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"

🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.

🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.

🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.

🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.

🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.

🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!

🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?

🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!

🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.

🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.

🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"

🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!

🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3

🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.

🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.

🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.

🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.

🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.

🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...

🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect

🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!

🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)

🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!

🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...

🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best

🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.

🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.

[emmylksblog]

SOOTHING EMBRACE // H.FORT

request: can u write hector comforting sick reader?? (if u want)

genre: comfort, fluff

warnings: none

words: 1456

a/n: i hope having your period counts as sick because it does to me, cramps hurt like a bitch 👹

Hector stepped into the house, his heart beating from the excitement of the game. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were sparkling with adrenaline.

He had scored the winning goal, and that alone made his day. But his thoughts quickly turned to you. He couldn't wait to see your reaction to the news, to hear your words of excitement, and see your face light up.

"I'm home baby!" He called out, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and looking around for you. He could practically hear your response in his head already - the way you'd jump up from the couch, rush over to him with a huge smile on your face. He couldn't help but smile himself at the thought.

He frowned at the lack of response, noticing the silent atmosphere of the house. Hector's excitement started to dim slightly, replaced by worry. He called out your name, walking into the living room, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.

When he saw you curled up on the couch, he immediately knew something was wrong.

He knelt beside the couch, his hand gently touching your shoulder, "Hey cariño, what's going on? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. Hector's eyes scanned your face, taking in every tiny detail. He could tell that you were in pain, and he wanted nothing more than to soothe it away.

Your expression contorted into a grimace, and you let out a soft whimper. Hector felt a pang in his chest at the sound. He knew exactly what was going on. He had seen you like this before, and it broke his heart every time. He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead.

Hector couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had checked the app on his phone earlier that day, knowing that your period was due soon. He had been planning to go out and buy some of your favourite snacks and maybe some painkillers to help ease your discomfort.

But it seemed like he had underestimated the power of your monthly cycle. He let out a small sigh, silently cursing himself for not being more prepared.

You could sense the change in his mood. You knew that Hector must have felt so excited after the game, but your current condition prevented you from matching his enthusiasm. However, even in your state, you still wanted to show him some support.

You mustered the strength to sit up a little and open your arms towards Hector, a faint smile on your lips. "Did you really think I'd miss your match? I watched you play, and I couldn't be prouder of you," you said, your voice laced with a mixture of affection and regret. "I'm sorry I can't celebrate with you right now."

You pulled him closer and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, the pain momentarily forgotten. "But if you're free tomorrow, maybe we can do something special to make up for it."

Hector's face softened as he listened to your words, his heart warming at your support and understanding. Even in your current condition, you still thought of him and wanted to celebrate his victory. Hector couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

He leaned into your touch, his hands finding your waist as he rested his forehead against yours. "Of course I'm free tomorrow," he said, his voice low and warm. "We'll do something special, I promise. You just focus on resting now."

He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss against your forehead, his fingers lightly tracing your hip in a soothing gesture. "You don't need to worry about anything, cariño. Just let me take care of you."

He pulled back slightly, a thought suddenly crossing his mind. "Wait here," he said, his eyes flickering with determination.

Hector then got up from the couch and moved towards the kitchen, leaving you sitting there feeling slightly confused and curious. You could hear him rummaging through the cabinets, the sound of bowls and spoons clinking together. After a few moments, he returned with a steaming mug in his hand and a small plate filled with chocolate chip cookies.

"I know these are your favourite," he said, his voice soft as he placed the items down on the coffee table in front of you. He then went back to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. "And these will help with the pain," he added, holding them out for you to take.

You couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your chest at his thoughtfulness. Even though his excitement about the game had been dampened by your pain, he was still looking out for you and taking care of you. You took the water and the painkillers with a grateful smile, feeling the love and care that Hector was showing you.

Your eyes began to well up with tears, a mix of emotions swelling within you. Part of you wanted to blame it on the usual mood swings that came with your period, but a bigger part of you knew that it was because of him. Hector was so sweet and thoughtful, always taking care of you, even in your most vulnerable moments.

You fought back the tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for him. "You're so good to me," you choked out, your voice cracking slightly.

Hector chuckled at your state, his eyes dancing with mischief. He was about to open his mouth to tease you, but before he could say anything, you swatted him lightly in the chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, a hint of amusement still in his voice. "You're just so adorable, baby."

You hid your face in his chest, feeling embarrassed by your current state. "It's embarrassing enough as it is, don't make it worse," you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shirt.

Hector chuckled again, unable to resist leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Our secret," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer into him. "You know I love you, right?"

You felt his hands gently rubbing your back, offering you comfort and reassurance.

You looked up from your hiding place in his chest, your eyes meeting his. "I know," you mumbled, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I love you too, Hector."

You buried your face in his chest once again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. His presence alone was enough to soothe your pain and make you feel loved and cared for.

The dull ache in your abdomen seemed to intensify suddenly, causing you to grimace and let out a low grunt of pain. Hector, being as attentive as ever, immediately noticed your discomfort.

"Does it hurt more baby?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Hector quickly devised a solution. He shifted you so that you were sitting between his legs, your back against his chest. He then placed his hands on your abdomen, applying gentle but firm pressure.

You could feel his fingers working their magic, massaging your stomach in small, circular motions. The pressure was just the right amount, enough to ease the pain and give you some relief.

As he continued to massage you, you leaned back against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

You placed your own hands on top of his. You intertwine your fingers together, lightly caressing his knuckles as a sign of thanks.

You then turn your head, facing him to the side, and gently press a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "You always know how to make it better."

Hector smiles at your gesture of gratitude, his heart swelling with affection.

"Anything for you, baby," he replies, his voice low and gentle.

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you into a comfortable embrace. He plants a few light kisses on your neck, his lips moving against your skin in a soothing manner.

As he massages you, he can’t help but nuzzle his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and relishing the closeness.

Your free hand reaches out, gently touching his face. You run your fingertips over his features, tracing the lines of his cheekbones and the curve of his jaw.

He leans into your touch, his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. He turns his head slightly, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand in a soft kiss.

"Estoy aquí, para ti." (i'm here for you)

[skateordiebitch]

I LIKE HER || D.F. x reader

‘i’d give the world to her

as long as my heart's still beating

as long as she's next to me

because i like her’

summary: dominic goes to your house for thanksgiving. to say he's nervous... is an understatement.

inspired by '20191009 i like her' by mac demarco! this was so cute to write, even though my parents are definitely not like this and i have never invited a significant other over... like ever LMFAO. i also wrote after i smoked and made it an reader x elliot story. (???) so i had to re-edit all of it this morning. last time i'm ever doing that😭

enjoy, and as always, requests are open <3

The drive to your parents’ house was quiet, but not in the usual, comfortable way. 

The silence hung in the air, thick with tension and anticipation, rather than the easygoing, relaxed kind you’d grown used to in the car with Dominic. 

His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone white, his jaw clenched in concentration, and every now and then, he glanced at you with a nervous, half-smiling look that almost made your heart ache. 

It was endearing in a way, but also a little disconcerting. 

This was the same guy who could walk on stage in front of hundreds of people without flinching, who seemed to breeze through life with his trademark devil-may-care attitude. 

Yet today, in the face of Thanksgiving dinner with your parents, Dominic was unmistakably, undeniably terrified. 

You watched him for a moment, your mind spinning with a thousand thoughts. You’d known Dominic long enough to know how much he hated being vulnerable, how much he hated showing weakness. 

But here he was, acting as though he were about to face a firing squad instead of a family dinner. It was hard to reconcile with the confident, magnetic man you knew. 

“Babe, you’re acting like you’re about to go into court or something,” you teased gently, reaching over to rub his shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

He let out a breathy laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

His gaze remained fixed on the road, his expression still tense. “I might as well be. Your dad hates me, doesn’t he? I mean, he’s gonna hate me for sure. I’ve heard all about him.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “My dad doesn’t even know you yet. Besides, you’re gonna charm him just like you charm everyone else. Remember when you met my friends? You had them in love with you in, like, ten minutes.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to marry your friends,” he muttered under his breath, still staring at the road with a furrowed brow.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d hinted at something more serious between you two, but this was the first time he’d put it so plainly. 

His face flushed as soon as the words left his mouth, and he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to cover up his slip. “I mean… I’m just saying, meeting your parents is a big deal. Like, huge. And what if I mess it up?”

His voice trailed off, and you could hear the uncertainty in it, the raw vulnerability that was so unlike the confident, carefree persona he usually put on. 

You leaned in, your hand resting gently on his arm. 

“Dominic,” you murmured softly, your voice full of affection, “You’re not going to mess it up. Just be yourself. That’s the guy I fell in love with, and I promise, it’s the guy they’ll love, too.”

He glanced at you, his eyes softening just slightly, the weight of his worry easing a little. He gave you a small, almost shy smile. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is easy,” you reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. “Trust me.”

—

When you finally pulled up to your parents' house, the scene that greeted you was exactly what you’d expected: a whirlwind of activity. 

The smell of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie wafted out the door as your family bustled around, setting the table, carrying in food. 

Your mom was the first to spot you, her face lighting up in a smile as she hurried over to pull you into a tight hug. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here,” she exclaimed, pulling back just enough to look at you. Then her eyes shifted to Dominic, her gaze appraising but friendly. “And you must be Dominic! Oh, we’ve heard so much about you.”

Before he could react, she pulled him into a hug as well, surprising him. He blinked in surprise, eyes wide for a second, but recovered quickly, offering her a warm smile. “Thank you for having me… It’s an honor to be here.”

Your mom laughed, waving him off as though he were a nervous child. “Oh, please, don’t be nervous. Come on in and make yourself at home.”

As you walked inside, your dad was standing near the kitchen, his arms crossed in a way that made him look more intimidating than he actually was. 

His thick eyebrows were arched in that signature skeptical way you knew all too well. Dominic swallowed hard, his anxiety creeping back up as you nudged him gently forward.

“Dad, this is Dominic,” you said, your voice casual, but your heart was hammering in your chest, too.

Dominic extended his hand, his palm a little damp, and your dad took it with a firm grip. “Dominic, huh? So, what’s this I hear about you being a musician?”

“Yes, sir,” Dominic replied, his voice a little tight but polite. “It’s something I’m really passionate about.”

Your dad gave him a measured look, nodding slowly. “The music industry can be tough. I hope you know how to fix a car, too. It’s good to have a backup plan.”

You stifled a laugh, nudging Dominic’s shoulder with playful affection. “He’s got more talent than you’d think, Dad.”

Dominic cleared his throat, trying to shake off the nerves that still clung to him. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave your dad a tentative smile.

“Yeah, it’s... not the easiest career, but I love what I do. And I’m lucky to have people who support me.”

Your dad hummed, his expression still unreadable. He motioned toward the dining table. “Well, dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you two take a seat?”

Dominic followed you to the table, but he felt your dad’s eyes lingering on him, sizing him up. He leaned close to you as you sat down, whispering, “Is he always this intense?”

You smirked, whispering back, “Only when he thinks I like someone.”

Dominic laughed nervously, glancing at you for reassurance, and you shot him a quick wink. The tension in the air seemed to lessen just a little.

---

As the evening went on, Dominic started to find his footing. 

He was surprisingly good at navigating the conversation, drawing people in with his self-deprecating humor and lighthearted stories. 

He told everyone about his disastrous attempts at joining his school’s basketball team—complete with exaggerated, comedic flair—and regaled your family with embarrassing anecdotes from his childhood. 

The more he shared, the more relaxed everyone became, and your mom, who was already refilling his drink and piling mashed potatoes onto his plate, seemed to be warming to him more with every passing minute. 

“So, Dominic,” your dad said, setting his fork down and fixing him with a serious look. “What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

You groaned softly, shooting your dad an exasperated look. “Dad, don't—”

But Dominic cut you off, his voice steady despite the tremor of nerves beneath it. “I like her,” he said, his eyes meeting your dad’s. “A lot. Like, I really, really like her.”

The room went silent, the only sound the faint scrape of your mom’s fork against her plate as she froze mid-bite.

You blinked, stunned, your heart doing a flip at the raw honesty in Dominic’s words.

Your dad raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir,” Dominic continued, his voice gaining strength. “I know this might not be the usual way things go, but your daughter... she’s incredible. She’s smart, funny, talented, and honestly, she inspires me. I don’t take that lightly.”

Your dad stared at him for a moment that felt like an eternity before finally nodding. “Well, Dominic” he said gruffly, “I can respect a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say it.”

Your mom beamed, breaking the tension. “I think that’s sweet. Don’t you, honey?”

Your dad grunted, which, in his world, was as close to a blessing as Dominic was going to get.

And at one point, while you were helping your mom in the kitchen, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the dining room. Dominic was seated next to your dad, who was animatedly showing him how to carve the turkey. 

Dominic, who you knew had probably never held a carving knife in his life, was listening intently, his expression one of exaggerated concentration. 

“Well, look at that,” your dad said with a proud smile as Elliot made a rather passable slice through the turkey. “You got it!”

Dominic looked over at you, beaming as if he had just won a prize. 

He came back to the table and offered you a slice of turkey, his grin practically glowing with pride. 

“Guess I have a new backup career,” he said, his voice low, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculously pleased he looked.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” you whispered, squeezing his hand under the table. “And by the way, you’re definitely passing the test.”

He squeezed your hand back, the relief in his smile obvious. “Thank God. Your dad was terrifying for a minute there.”

“He’s just protective,” you said, your voice soft as you glanced at your dad from across the room. “But he likes you, trust me.”

As the evening wore on, the laughter and conversation grew more relaxed. Everyone was at ease, sharing funny stories, teasing each other, and enjoying the food. 

Your dad had even stopped making “backup plan” comments, and you could tell that Dominic was starting to truly feel like he belonged. 

—

When dinner was over, you and Dominic decided to step outside for a quick walk to get some fresh air. The cold night air was crisp and refreshing, the stars shining brightly above, and you both walked hand in hand down the quiet street. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

He let out a long breath, pulling you close to his side. “Honestly? I was more nervous than I’ve ever been for a show.”

“Well, you pulled it off,” you said, smiling up at him. “And now my parents love you.”

Dominic let out a long breath. “Not gonna lie, I think your dad just aged me by ten years.”

You laughed, slipping your hand into his. “No, you did great. And for the record, I like you too.”

Dominic dramatically froze, his eyes wide as he looked down at you. “Wait. No way. You do?!”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Yes, idiot. I do. A lot.”

Dominic grinned down at you, his forehead pressing against yours. “I didn’t want to just impress them, you know. I wanted them to… see how much I care about you. How serious I am about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you just stared at him, breath caught in your throat. “Dom…”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft and steady. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. And I wanted them to know that.”

You stood there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you like a gentle but undeniable truth. 

The crisp night air seemed to fade into the background as you searched his eyes for any sign that he didn’t mean it. 

But there was nothing but sincerity, nothing but warmth.

Your chest tightened, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, even as a lump formed in your throat. “Dominic,” you breathed again, your voice barely above a whisper.

He lowered his hand from your face, but not before his thumb traced the curve of your cheek, his touch lingering like he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away. 

The tension that had gripped him earlier in the evening—his fear of not measuring up, of not being good enough for your family—seemed to have dissolved completely. 

Now, standing under the vast, quiet sky, he looked like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was you.

“I mean it,” he continued softly, his voice steady. “I’m in this. With you. All the way.”

You felt your heart swell, that familiar warmth spreading through your chest, pulling you closer to him. 

The way he said it—so earnestly, with so much confidence—left no room for doubt.

You had always known Dominic was passionate about his music, about his career, but hearing him talk about his feelings for you, about how serious he was about the two of you, made everything feel… different. Bigger. Realer.

“I’m glad,” you said, finally finding your voice, your hands slipping around his waist as you leaned into him. “Because I don’t want anyone else either.”

He smiled then, a soft, private smile just for you, and it felt like everything you needed to say was already understood between you. 

There was no need for more words. 

Instead, he cupped your face gently, pulling you in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—one that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

After a long moment of silence, he finally broke it with a grin. “So, do I still have to do the dishes to make a good impression?”

You laughed, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Absolutely. That’s part of the initiation.”

Dominic groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in mock despair. “The things I do for love...” 

You laughed again, the sound light and carefree, the weight of the evening finally lifting. 

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he lifted you off your feet in one smooth motion, spinning you around as you squealed in surprise. You both tumbled into a fit of laughter, your heart soaring in his arms.

When he finally set you down, he kept you close, his hands still resting on your waist as you both stood there in the quiet street, the laughter tapering off into contented silence. 

For a moment, everything felt so right, so easy, and the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you, standing under the stars. 

“You know,” Dominic said quietly, his voice low and serious again, “I think I could get used to this.” 

His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, the same thumb that had strummed a guitar for hours in front of audiences but now held your hand like it was the most important thing in the world.

You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest. “What, the being nervous part? Or the Thanksgiving dinners?”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but… Thanksgiving dinners are kind of great. Even with all the anxiety.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a surge of affection that was almost overwhelming. “I’m glad you think so,” you murmured, “because there are going to be a lot more of them. I’m kind of attached to this family, you know.”

His eyes softened, the playful teasing replaced with something deeper, more earnest. “Yeah, well… I plan on being around for all of them. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breath caught again, and this time you didn’t try to hide the way your heart swelled in your chest. He wasn’t the type to say something like that lightly, and you knew he meant it. 

There was a certain finality to his words, a quiet but unmistakable promise.

Before you could respond, Dominic nudged you gently, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “But seriously… dishes?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a smile. “Yes, seriously. You’ve got to pay your dues somehow.”

Dominic groaned again, but his grin was back, and it was impossible to miss how relieved he seemed. 

The tension that had been building in him all day, the worry about impressing your parents and meeting their expectations, seemed to have melted away completely. 

It was as if the approval he’d so desperately sought had been given, not through grand gestures or perfect words, but through simple moments of connection, laughter, and genuine sincerity.

“Alright, alright,” he said, pulling you closer again and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Dishes it is. But you know, I’m going to need something in return.”

You arched an eyebrow, sensing a tease in his voice. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “How about a lifetime supply of Thanksgiving dinners?”

Your heart skipped, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks as you laughed softly. “Sure,” you whispered back, “Maybe, you’ll even get something else, too.”

Elliot’s eyes darkened with playful curiosity. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

You leaned in closer, your lips just a breath away from his. “You know what I mean,” you said, letting your words linger in the air, a teasing edge to them.

His breath hitched, his grin widening. “At your parent’s house?!” 

“Okay, maybe not here… But, when there’s a will there’s a way— I have a car, you know.”

“Well, then I like the sound of that,” he muttered, and you could feel the heat between you shift, the playful tension suddenly charged with something more electric.

“I’m gonna do those dishes so damn fast,” he said, his hand sliding down your back as he pulled you closer again. 

You leaned into him, lips brushing against his in a kiss that was a little slower, a little more promising this time. “Good,” you whispered against his mouth, “because I always keep my word.”

—

The quiet of the night stretched on around you, but you didn’t mind. It was peaceful, comfortable, and for the first time all evening, it felt like everything had come full circle. The anxiety, the awkwardness, the moments of uncertainty—gone, replaced by something so much more real. 

Something you both could stand on.

Dominic squeezed your hand one more time, and you both stood there for a few moments longer, just holding each other, as if savoring the last remnants of the day.

Finally, with a small but contented sigh, he let go of you reluctantly. “Alright, we should probably head back in before your dad starts hunting me down for that backup career.”

You laughed and took his hand, tugging him back toward the house. “I think we’ve earned our place here, don’t you?”

He smiled, his arm slipping around your waist as you walked back toward the warmth of the house and the sounds of family inside. “Yeah. I think we have.” 

And as the door closed behind you, you realized you couldn’t have asked for a better Thanksgiving, a better future— one where Dominic, despite all his nerves and uncertainties, could be part of the family.

And that was more than enough.

[teojira]

(Planet of the apes) Please can you give me anything about Caesar like head cannons a fanfic anything please I am just in the mood for Caesar :(

[Assortment of Caesar headcanons]

Summary: Just random headcanons for Caesar x reader <3

Warnings: Monster/Human romance, angst, can't think of anything else!

A/N: Caesar my BELOVED, I hope these are okay anon! You didn't specify if you wanted romantic or platonic so I'll do a mix of both that you can read as either or! I love my man sm

Caesar is an old man at this point, he's tired. This being said, he is not above pinning you down and resting his entire fucking body weight on you.

You can struggle all you want, you cannot lift him up and you just have to sit there and let him do what he wants. And what he wants is to have 5 minutes of quiet with his favorite human, okay? Let him have this.

Caesar also takes it upon himself to help groom you, parting your hair, scratching at your scalp and checking you for anything, taking your face in his hands and twisting and turning your head every which way.

Very very huge worrier, he worries for you so much and it comes out as anger. He's not mad at you for doing what he seems stupid shit, he's mad because he's scared of you getting hurt and he can't fix it.

He usually won't leave you alone without at least one ape he trusts in the beginning, he's worried about another ape like Koba emerging, so for his sake, please stick around with Maurice.

Maurice loves you by the way, and so does Nova. Since you're immune to the sickness, you're able to freely interact with her, so whenever you're not with Caesar or Cornelius, you're with them.

Caesar watches you alot when you're not looking, especially when you're laughing and smiling with the young girl. It fills his heart with warmth, even more so when you include other apes in on your jokes.

Give him hugs, he'll never admit just how touch starved he is, the only apes he has physical affection with often were Cornelia, Blue eyes and Koba. He won't admit it that he misses it, but he gets a little huffy if you go on to hug Rocket and not him.

You make him feel younger, almost like how he used to be when he was with Will. Yes, he's a leader and he will always predominantly be the collected and righteous leader, but he has his little shit tendencies that come out when he's around you.

I don't care what anyone says, Caesar is asshole at his core, he's just repressed it because he's a leader. He's the kind of person to have a bug in his hand, and gesture for you to open your palm.

"Open your hand."

"...I don't trust you."

"You do trust me, now open."

And then you have a centipede in your hand and you screech and he just smirks and huffs out a laugh.

I've said it before but he is so overprotective, you will not leave the confines of the colony if he can help it.

He knows you're a grown adult, and that you are capable of holding your own but he doesn't care. He much rather have you here when he can keep an eye out for you.

That being said, he will go with you if you're insistent, he has to teach Cornelius how to hunt and fish anyways, so you come with. It's a family day trip:)

Caesar doesn't like guns, but he gives you a pistol, it's a huge sign of trust due to losing his wife and son by them, by being shot by them, and you know he's trusting you with his life.

Speaking of trauma, he littered with it. Sleep doesn't come as easy to him anymore, he's too anxious, to the point you're scared he'll have a heart attack.

The only way you've found that he'll relax enough to sleep is when you and Cornelius are by his side, his arms wrapped around the both of you.

He finds it hard to tell you about Cornelia, especially since you're both teetering on the verge of something more, he feels like he's betraying her, but you reassure him you'll wait for him as long as he needs. Never overstepping any boundary he has.

He loves you, truly he does, he didn't think he could continue on, even with getting everyone to relative safety, but you've always been there, loving not only him, but everyone else around you. He doesn't know what he'd do without you.

[seohwang]

Bedroom mishaps. (Hyung line)

An Ateez reaction to getting into an embarrassing/awkward situation while intimate

Genre: fluff, smut (nothing too explicit, though)

Word count: 6 401

Warnings: mature themes (obviously), embarrassing moments and just awkwardness in general, lol

Dynamics: mostly sub!ateez-leaning or with no dynamics, except for mild dom!Seonghwa

A/N: So, this whole idea randomly came to me when I was reading @blu-joons​​‘s fic about Ateez getting a massage (which is why Yeosang’s scenario is kinda similar to theirs in the beginning, hope that’s okay!!) and my mind just kind of went on from there, haha. I’ve always loved reading fics about the more awkward/funny/weird parts of sex, so I’ve decided to write my own as well ♥ Hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: I’ve just posted the maknae version of this fic as well! You can find it here.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a busy man.

In fact, he can get so busy with his work that you barely even see him during the entire week

You knew what you were getting into, though

After all, he’d made sure to tell you about twenty times when you first began dating

You obviously decided to step up to the challenge nonetheless, knowing full well that it wouldn’t stop you from wanting to date him in any way

And while that still held true for both you and Hongjoong, it definitely did get pretty lonely at times, especially during the past few weeks

Your boyfriend was working on a huge song project this month, meaning he barely even had the time to care for himself, let alone to properly indulge in you as his partner

You didn’t seem to mind, however, cheering him on from afar and bringing him food to the studio whenever you had the time

And even when you didn’t, you still made sure to let him know you were thinking of him through the occasional texts you’d send him

And while it didn’t really seem like much to you, to Hongjoong, your love and care were an absolute lifesaver

Whenever he was having a hard time or finally decided to take a short break from working, he always made sure to check his phone first and foremost, looking forward to everything that had accumulated in your private chat by then

It didn’t matter whether it was a cute message of encouragement or a random meme you’d stumbled across

To Hongjoong, it was the closest feeling of home he would probably be able to afford that day, if not that week

But as encouraging and heart-warming as your gestures were, after a while, he couldn’t help but feel guilty

Guilty for being away for so long, for not giving you nearly as much attention as you gave him and rightfully deserved, and just for everything in general

So, when he was finally done with everything and had a few-day break after what seemed like forever, he was rushing home to you, ready to make it up to you in any way he could

Luckily for him, you were already home when he got there, relaxing on the couch after a long day with the whole weekend ahead of you

He didn’t get to see you like that, however, as by the time he closed the door behind him, you were already rushing to the entrance yourself, thrilled to finally see your boyfriend home again

“Hongjoong!” You called out excitedly as you ran to him, jumping into his arms when he turned around at your voice

Barely managing to catch you in time, Hongjoong let out a small grunt, which was quickly followed by a chuckle as you snuggled impossibly tight into him

“Hi, baby,” he muttered into your hair, giving the crown of your head a small kiss as he held you in his arms

Sooner or later, though, you had to pull yourself away from him, letting him take off his hat and jacket properly

Your affection didn’t cease one bit, however, as you then proceeded to follow him all around your apartment, giving him little hugs and kisses as he did his usual routine after returning home from work

At last, the two of you found yourself in the bedroom, with you sitting on the bed while Hongjoong went on to change into something more comfortable

One would think he’d be a bit more apprehensive or shy about you watching him change, but, honestly, after being together for so long, there really weren’t any more secrets between the two of you

With a small, tired sigh, Hongjoong finally managed to take off his hoodie, only to realize he still had another layer of clothing underneath to take off

He let out a dissatisfied whine at the realization, making you chuckle as you watched the whole thing unfold before you

“Hold on babe,” you suddenly spoke, making him stop in his tracks as you got up and walked over to him, “let me help you.”

Any other time, Hongjoong would have probably rejected your help, fully capable of taking off his own clothes, thank you very much

But right now, after countless hours of stiffly sitting at his computer, it felt as if his arms had turned into stone, tired and sore whenever he raised them up too high

So, with a soft “thank you”, he let you grab the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head carefully before tossing it into the hamper

“Want me to take off your pants too?” You asked him, not realizing how your question sounded until you saw the blush spreading across Hongjoong’s face

“I, uh, s-sure,” he managed to stutter out, feeling his entire face heat up at the sudden glint in your eyes when he said that

Without wasting a single second, you dropped to your knees, hands swiftly unbuckling the belt of his pants before pulling them down fully

Hongjoong let out an embarrassed sound at your actions, the visual of you like this being too much for him in that moment

He hadn’t seen you properly in so long, so to see you like this all of a sudden? He was positively melting

You definitely knew what you were doing, that much was obvious

From the increasing handsiness to the playful spark in your eye and your teasing smile, which only seemed to widen when you noticed the growing bulge in his pants, Hongjoong could tell that there was only one thing on your mind right now

Getting back up, you moved closer to him, giving him a sly smile as one of your hands wrapped around his waist, the other pulling his own hand up to do the same to you, effectively pressing the two of you together

“Y/N...” Hongjoong said in a mere whisper, only now realizing just how much he’d been missing your touch

“You wanna take this further?” You asked softly, eyeing him up and down as you spoke, “if you aren’t too tired, that is.”

Hongjoong grinned shyly at your words, heart fluttering at the care in your voice and actions

Gently cradling your cheek in his free hand, he brought you into a sweet, chaste kiss

“I’m never too tired for you.”

Well-

It would soon turn out that maybe, just maybe, possibly,

Hongjoong can sometimes be too tired to give you the attention you both craved

You were lying under him, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping at his back, pulling him into a deep kiss as he thrusted into you

And although Hongjoong was loving every second of his current situation, after a few minutes, he could quickly feel the stiffness and fatigue from his work creeping up on him again

He tried to accommodate to each of your commands, going at whatever pace you desired

But as time went on, the tension in his thighs started to hurt, until it eventually became too much to keep up properly

He could feel his arms starting to give out as well, making it even harder for him to hold his balance above you

So, when you moaned out another “faster” to him, Hongjoong stilled instead, dropping his head to your chest as he caught his breath

“Joongie...?” You softly called out to him, watching your boyfriend’s hunched-over form with a worried frown

You moved your hand up to fix his sweaty, messy hair before lightly grabbing his face to make him look at you, “you okay?”

Hongjoong let out a small, sheepish chuckle at the question and sluggishly sat back up again

“Of course, don’t worry,” he began, letting one of his fingers trace shapes against your thigh absentmindedly, “there’s just this...slight issue.”

You raised your eyebrows at that, trying to suppress any nervousness rising within you at the cryptic comment

“Which is...?” You questioned, trying to get him to elaborate

“Which is that I might actually be too tired in the end like you said,” Hongjoong admitted with a chuckle, though you could tell he was embarrassed by the blush spreading all the way down his neck, “sorry.”

You let out a chuckle of your own at his words, finding his flustered expression utterly adorable, “okay, and?”

"Huh? Well, uh, that’s it,” Hongjoong replied, confused by your question

Moving to sit up as well (or at least as much as you could, given your current position), you gave Hongjoong a small, understanding smile

“Then what are you apologizing for, baby? It’s okay. You’ve been working so hard lately I was surprised you were even still up to do it tonight.”

Hongjoong smiled bashfully at your words, once again being reminded of how foolish he was to feel embarrassed about this with you

Taking his shy silence as your cue to continue, you spoke again: “Do you want me to get on top then?”

Moving off of you, Hongjoong nodded sheepishly, “if you’d be so kind.”

You laughed at his awkwardly formal words of appreciation, sitting up to move into his lap, “why are you so polite all of a sudden? You’re acting like this is the first time I’ve been on top.”

Hongjoong’s blush seemed to get even deeper at that, one of his hands coming up to hide his red face

“I don’t know, okay? I guess I just wanted to treat you after being gone for so long, but it turns out I can’t even do that now,” he whined, the pout on his lips audible even with his face covered

Your eyebrows furrowed at his self-deprecation, gently pulling his hand away from his face to look at him sternly

“Hey now, don’t say that,” you chastised him, making his own expression soften, “I’m not the only one here who needs love and care, am I now?”

Hongjoong conceded with a small shake of his head, casting his eyes down

“Exactly. There’s no need to push yourself when I’m perfectly fine and happy to take care of you instead. Got it?”

Hongjoong smiled softly at your words, moving his hands to interlace them with yours, “got it.”

Leaning down, you pressed a loving kiss to his lips before straightening back up with a warm smile, “good.”

“And now, let’s show my boyfriend how it’s done, hm?”

Seonghwa

“Ah,” you whined, feeling your thighs tremble for the nth time, “Seonghwa-”

Seonghwa just grinned, meeting your eyes as he looked up at you from between your legs, gripping your thighs even tighter to hold them in place

You’d had a long day today, coming home from work absolutely exhausted

Which didn’t exactly match the energy of your boyfriend, who was elated after an unusually fun and smooth day

He’d hoped to celebrate it with you, but upon seeing how tired you were, he knew that a nice, peaceful evening would suit you a lot better

And so he did everything he could to make you relax, focusing on you and you only for the rest of the night

From cooking your favorite dish for dinner and letting you vent about everything that had happened to you today, to giving you an amazing massage on the couch, to then gently scooping you up into his arms and bringing you into your bedroom to let you relax in a slightly different way

Which is how you ended up like this - lying in the middle of your bed with your bottom half completely naked, legs spread just enough to allow Seonghwa between them while he ate you out like a man starved

You could tell how hard he was trying to make you come, doing everything perfectly to a T, just as you’d taught him over the course of your relationship

So, to say you were feeling incredible would be a big understatement

You could practically feel all of the stress within you melting away with each movement of his tongue, letting you forget all the bad events from today

And it’s not like you were trying to hide your pleasure either, if the way you tugged at his hair while his name breathlessly fell from your lips was anything to go by

But as the minutes passed by and you were still teetering right before the edge of your orgasm, you knew it wasn’t enough for you

Or, rather, that there wasn’t anything for you to get past that edge right now

Because normally, if Seonghwa pulled on you what he was just doing, you’d be coming within a few minutes without a miss

But now, as the imaginary timer neared 20 minutes and you were still stuck in that same spot, you knew you’d have to call it a day

Unfortunately for you, it seemed as though Seonghwa misunderstood you, brushing your whines of his name off as just another sign you were feeling good (all thanks to him, of course)

And so, you had to try again, being a bit more pointed with your voice this time

“Seonghwa, please,” you spoke again, using the fingers tangled in his hair to gently tug him away from you

“Yes, honey?” He asked in a sweet, teasing voice, panting as he finally parted from your core after what felt like ages

“I, um, I think we should...” you trailed off, unsure of how to phrase your troubles without hurting your boyfriend

“Yes? What is it?” Seonghwa spurred you on, giving you a genuine, warm smile this time

“Ah, it’s- it’s nothing, really,” you began again, trying your best to focus as his thumbs softly brushed the insides of your thighs, “I was just thinking that, maybe, we should stop for tonight?”

The second you finished your sentence, you could see the smile on Seonghwa’s face drop, replaced by a look of concern instead

“What? Why?” He asked in a quiet, confused voice, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at you, “did I do something wrong?”

You panicked at the sudden sadness in his voice, seeing you’d managed to do exactly what you were trying to avoid doing - hurting the man’s feelings

“No!” You blurted out, getting up on your elbows to face him better, “no, you did nothing wrong, not at all, just- come here.”

You beckoned him over to you, to which he quickly obliged, crawling from between your legs to lay down by your side

You turned onto your side as well to face him again, noticing the small, hopeful sparkle in his eyes as he watched you nervously

Unable to stop yourself, you leaned in to steal a short, chaste kiss, catching him off-guard just enough to distract him from his worries before pulling away

“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” You repeated your words from before, reaching out with your hand to caress his cheek, brushing the skin with your thumb affectionately

“If anything, you were really good, actually,” you uttered, feeling your face warm at the admission, especially when you noticed the small smile on Seonghwa’s lips as a reaction

“It’s just that I don’t...I don’t think I can, well, come, tonight,” you finished, finally expressing what you were feeling properly

Seonghwa let out a quiet hum at that, letting the information settle in his head as a small, adorable pout subconsciously settled on his lips

“I see...” he began, before meeting your gaze once more, “but why do you think that is? Is it because you’re so tired from work or...?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you agreed, mirroring the pout on his lips without realizing, “I just feel like the stress is preventing me from being able to let go completely, you know?”

Seonghwa hummed in understanding, finally comforted enough to reach out and rest his hand on you as well, bringing you closer to him

“Oh well, if eating my girlfriend out isn’t going to help her destress, is there anything else I can do to make her relax?” He suddenly asked, giving you a confident smirk

Your mouth opened in shock, surprised by his sudden bluntness, “okay, first of all, how crude of you to say that,” you retorted sharply, lightly shoving him away in faux annoyance

He just chuckled, amused by your reaction as he let you continue

“But yes, there is something,” you admitted, watching as he perked up at your words

“And what would that be?” He urged on, looking at you expectantly

“Well, it’s not exactly as exciting as ‘eating your girlfriend out’“, you explained in false dejection, looking apologetically at Seonghwa, whose turn it was to blush now, not expecting you to use the same choice of words against him so suddenly

“B-but?” He asked, noting the glint of mischief in your eyes as you silently got your petty revenge on him

“But do you think we could take a shower together?” You requested, giving him your best puppy eyes, “I’m just feeling way too tired and cuddly right now to do it alone.”

Seonghwa just smiled at that, finding your wish utterly adorable

Reaching forward again to grab your waist, he gently pulled you on top of him

“Of course we can,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before sitting up, still cradling you in his arms

Carefully, he moved to stand up from the bed, holding you comfortably as he began walking over to the bathroom

“Just let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yunho

It was quite late already, the clock on Yunho’s nightstand nearing 9 PM

Glancing over at it, he quietly sighed to himself, turning another page of the book he was currently reading

Today was one of the few rare days when you would come home a lot later than him, switching the usual dynamic you two had going on

At first, he didn’t see it as a big deal, killing time by playing games, watching TV, cooking, eating, you name it

But as the hours dragged on, he was steadily growing more and more lonely, longing for your voice, touch, and just company in general

At last, he had found himself in your shared bedroom, picking up a random book to read through out of sheer boredom

It felt as though nothing interested him anymore, not when you weren’t there to join him and hang out together

Zoning out and looking away from the pages before him, he suddenly began wondering just how the hell you managed to do this every time he was the one to come home late like this

The thoughts of you moping about just like him every time you were alone in your apartment for too long made a small pout appear on his face, suddenly getting too sappy and emotional for his liking

Luckily for him, before he could get any softer, the door to your bedroom suddenly opened, revealing your tired, yet oddly happy form

Yunho’s eyes widened in surprise, having been too distracted by his own thoughts to hear the front door opening and closing

He immediately sat up in his spot, not even bothering to mark where he’d left off in the book before setting it aside with a bright, adoring smile

“Hi!” He greeted you warmly, watching you approach the bed with a playful grin

“Hey there, honey,” you replied, pulling the thick sweater you were wearing over your head as you walked over to him, “how have you been?”

“Oh, I was so bored without you, you wouldn’t believe it,” he sighed out a small chuckle, the happy smile never leaving his face as he spoke

“Is that so?” You questioned absentmindedly, too focused on undoing your pants to pay him your full attention

Yunho began shuffling over to the side, wanting to get up to welcome you properly, but you quickly stopped him with a hand on his chest, making him look up at you in confusion

“Now, now,” you chided softly, looking down at your boyfriend with eager, lidded eyes, “no need to get up just yet. There’s something I want us to do first.”

Finally noticing the sultry tone of your voice and the way your eyes roamed all over his body, Yunho took the hint, a small blush rising to his cheeks

“N-now? Are you sure?” He inquired surprisedly, though not stopping you from pushing him down on the bed, watching as you quickly discarded your pants before straddling him on the bed

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, letting your hands wander all over his broad chest while looking up to gauge his reaction, “been thinking about doing this all day, actually.”

The sudden brazen confession took Yunho off-guard, the blush on his face deepening as he felt his own pants tighten

You let one of your hands slip under his clothes, fingers splaying across his stomach as the other hand gently grabbed at his hair, making Yunho whine

“What do you say, hm? Wanna make up for all that time apart today?”

You never got a proper reply to your question, as the next thing you knew was Yunho planting his lips on yours, feverishly kissing you as he held you close

Sooner or later, the two of you moved to the middle of the bed, giving you all the necessary space to continue

Yunho had made no attempt to take over, enjoying the view of you on top of him far too much to put up any fight

It’s not like you minded either - very much the opposite, in fact, as you watched your boyfriend gradually lose himself to the pleasure, resting an arm over his eyes as he panted loudly

You were starting to get out of breath yourself, but for an entirely different reason;

As much as you loved being on top like this, the position proved to be far too much to do for someone who had just come back from a grueling day of tireless work

And so, after a few more minutes, you slowly came to a halt, hands resting on Yunho’s chest as you tried to catch your breath

Pulling his arm away, Yunho looked at you confusedly at first, before an amused grin made its way onto his lips

“Tired?” He asked, and though there was a teasing edge to his tone, you knew he was just being playful and caring

“Yeah,” you sighed, a small smile of your own gracing your lips at the way his eyes sparkled when he looked up at you

“Want me to help?” He continued, to which you only let out a tired, agreeing hum

Without any further ado, Yunho shifted his legs on the bed to get more leverage, grabbing your hips carefully but firmly before starting to move for you from below

The sudden change of pace and angle made you whine loudly, propping your hands next to Yunho on the mattress to support yourself

Closing your eyes, you slouched over Yunho, mind empty as he lightly jostled you on top of him with his thrusts

You were positively blanking out at this point, only able to focus on the almost delirium-inducing pleasure coursing through you

Slowly but surely, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, and judging by the way Yunho’s thrusts became even more erratic, so was he

“Yunho, I’m-” you tried to speak up, only to interrupt yourself with a wanton moan as he managed to angle himself just right

The reaction from you made him smirk, the grip on your hips tightening as he tried to squeeze out the last bits of energy left to make you get over that imaginary edge

“It’s okay, babe, I’m about to- OW!”

The sudden cry made you instantly open your eyes, startling you out of your daze completely

You watched the pained expression on Yunho’s face, feeling confused and panicked at the same time

“A-are you okay?! What happened?” You asked worriedly, unsure whether you should get off him or not

"Ah, fuck, holy shit,” he hissed, sitting up as much as he could with you still on his lap, one hand staying on your waist to keep you stable while the other reached somewhere behind you

“What? What is it?” You questioned again, lightly resting your hands on his back to stabilize yourself, but not too hard in fear of potentially hurting him more

“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho began, pausing momentarily as his face scrunched up again in discomfort, “but I have the craziest leg cramp right now.”

It took you a second to process his words before you turned to look behind you, and sure enough, his hand was holding onto his calf, and you could see the muscle in his leg tensing

“Oh- oh!” You exclaimed, everything finally setting in, “I’m so sorry, let me get off-”

But before you could try to move, the hand on your waist rose up to your shoulder, gently pressing down to stop you from getting up

“No, no, it’s okay!” Yunho reassured you firmly, letting his forehead rest in the crook of your neck, “just- just wait a bit, it’s starting to go away now.”

You wordlessly obeyed, leaving the two of you to awkwardly sit on top of each other as Yunho tried to catch his breath

After a few moments, he finally pulled away with a deep breath, letting himself fall back down on the bed

“You good?” You asked, the concern in your voice making Yunho’s heart flutter

“Yeah,” he sighed, though you could still see the cogs in his head turning as he tried to process everything, “yeah, I am. Sorry about that.”

You chuckled at his apologetic words, making him look up at you curiously

“What are you apologizing for? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you consoled him tenderly, idly drawing invisible shapes on his chest with your finger as you spoke: “you were just being a good boyfriend and fucking your girlfriend into the next week like she’d asked you to.”

Yunho let out a heartfelt chuckle at your words, a precious, cheeky smile spreading over his lips, “yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You were about to say something, but then a surprised yelp left your lips as you were suddenly being flipped around, Yunho now hovering over you with that giddy, playful look in his eyes that you adored so much as he spoke:

“And I’m about to do it again.”

Yeosang

You heard the front door open and close, followed by a series of heavy footsteps and panting echoing down the hallway

Turning your head away from the TV, you watched as Yeosang made his way over to you, barely keeping himself upright with the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder

Quickly springing to your feet, you ran over to him, helping him take the big bag off his sweat-drenched shoulders

“Hun, are you okay?” You asked worriedly, cringing at the loud thud of the dumbbells inside the bag hitting the ground

There was a moment of silence as Yeosang desperately tried to catch his breath, holding a hand up weakly as a signal for you to wait a bit

“Leg day at the gym-” he paused again, taking another big breath before continuing, “almost missed the bus, then the elevator didn’t work and-”

“Baby, slow down,” you stopped him, letting out a small chuckle, “it’s okay, just take your time to calm down and then you can tell me everything, alright?”

Yeosang gave you a tired, dazed look, taking a while to process your words before finally resorting to a small, compliant nod

“Good,” you said, relieved to see your boyfriend’s breathing finally starting to even out, “now, is there anything I can do to help you?”

Yeosang shook his head at that, waving his hand dismissively before speaking again, “no thanks, ’m just-” another exhausted sigh left his lips, ”tired, sweaty, gross-” huffing again, he decided to just put it simply, not having enough energy to elaborate: ”shower.”

You giggled at that, amused by your boyfriend’s spastic thought processes, making Yeosang’s lips curve into a small smile as well

“Alright then, off you go,” you replied, giving Yeosang a light pat on the back to get him moving

And even though he did get going, you didn’t fail to notice how he tensed at your touch, face scrunching up softly in discomfort

You didn’t say anything, however, deciding to just let him go for now and deal with it later once he came back

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait too long before the bathroom door opened again, revealing a tired, but seemingly content Yeosang

You watched (or stared, rather) as he stood in the doorway, swiftly tying a towel around his hips which left little to nothing to the imagination

Almost as if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes flitted up as well, meeting yours with a small, unassuming smile

He then made his way over to you on the couch, carefully sitting down next to you before looking at the TV curiously

“What are you watching?” He asked softly, resting his still slightly damp hair on your shoulder

You couldn’t help but chuckle, amazed at how innocent your boyfriend could get sometimes

Did he really not realize what he was doing to you by all this?

“Well, I was watching a Netflix show, but not anymore, damn,” you replied brazenly, not even bothering to hide the interest in your eyes as you ogled his exposed body

Yeosang lifted his head up from your shoulder, turning to you with a confused look on his face

Until he saw the way you were staring at him, that is

“Y-Y/N,” he stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up at the sudden feeling of exposure, hands fumbling in his lap

It was then that your gaze fell to his sculpted back, however, reminding you of your previous plans

“Oh, right! I almost forgot,” you suddenly exclaimed, standing up from the couch before lending your hand to Yeosang, “come with me.”

“Um, may I ask why?” He asked back, even more confused, but accepting your hand nevertheless

You helped him stand up, taking note of another wince washing over your boyfriend’s face before being quickly suppressed again, just like the last one

“You, sir,” you began, giving him a playful grin as you began leading him down the hallway, “are coming to the bedroom with me.”

Walking in the front, you didn’t get to see his reaction, and yet the surprised hitch of his breath told you more than enough

Without another word, Yeosang let you pull him into the bedroom, his free hand holding onto the slowly loosening towel

“Alright, lie down on your stomach for me,” you commanded, gesturing to the bed

Only then did Yeosang pause, giving you a puzzled look: “Wait, on my stomach? But...why? What exactly are you going to do to me?”

You only chuckled at the question, paying it no mind as you spoke again: “You’ll see soon enough. Now lie down for me, will you?”

Understanding he didn’t have much of a say in this, Yeosang sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time today (though this one was more out of being flustered than exhaustion), finally giving in and laying down the way you wanted

You watched on with a triumphant smile, waiting for him to get comfortable before climbing on the bed to straddle his hips

“Y/N, seriously, what are you-” Yeosang began once more, only to be cut off by his own groan as your hands started massaging his shoulders

You just giggled at his reaction, content with the effect your skilled fingers had on him

“What did you think I was gonna do to you, huh?” You teased, “look at you, jumping right to the dirty thoughts.”

Yeosang could only moan in reply, feeling the knots in his upper back slowly beginning to relax

“Ah- shut up. You’re lucky you’re so good at this, I don’t even have the energy to get mad at you right now,” Yeosang grumbled, words getting partially muffled by the pillow under his face

“Hm, you’re right,” you hummed in agreement, “and to think I’m giving you this incredible massage for free? That’s almost criminal, you know.”

Despite having his face buried in the pillows, you could still hear Yeosang’s faint chuckle, accompanied by a slight shake of his shoulders

“Is that so?” He asked, finally gathering the strength and willpower to lift his head up from the bed to speak more clearly, “is there a way I could repay you for such a generous service, then?”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the suggestive question, halting your massage in order to lean down, pressing your chest flush to his back as you spoke

“I think I have an idea, actually,” you said in a sultry whisper, making a shiver run down Yeosang’s spine

“A-ah, is that so?” He replied, though his voice was noticeably less stable than before, “and what, uh, what would that be?”

You grinned at the response, thinking he was getting weak for you already

Which, to Yeosang’s defense, he absolutely was, feeling his mind spin at the sudden seductiveness in your voice

It’s just that there was another thing making him nervous as well, maybe even more than the sudden shift in atmosphere

This thing, uh, how should he put it

He wasn’t getting hard

Like, at all

Even as your nails slowly raked down the expanse of his back, lightly scratching at his sides just the way that gave him goosebumps every time, his dick was just refusing to perform

He could feel the waves of anxiety washing over him, both from the confusion of what and how and why this was happening

As well as the horrifying realization that you were definitely going to notice he wasn’t hard whatsoever and what if you’re going to think he doesn’t find you attractive or doesn’t want to have sex with you and-

“Yeosang?”

The sudden, concerned call of his name caught him off-guard, effectively bringing him out of his quickly spiraling mind and making him turn around to look at you

“Y-yeah?” He asked back, failing to keep his composure in front of you, which only served to worry you further

“I just asked you to turn over for me but you weren’t responding,” you repeated, patting his hips gently, “are you okay?”

Silence filled the room as Yeosang stilled, unsure of what to say

“Hun?” You spoke again after a while, growing increasingly worried, “you know you can tell me anything, right? I won’t judge you or get mad, I promise.”

Yeosang only whined at your words, dropping his face back down into the pillows in a strange mix of guilt and frustration

You were about to say something again when you suddenly heard a quiet, muffled voice mumble something you couldn’t quite decipher

“Hm? What was that?” You asked again, getting off your boyfriend and sitting down next to him to hear him better, “I couldn’t hear you, sorry.”

“I said I can’t get hard,” Yeosang replied, a bit louder this time, face burning with humiliation

“Oh.”

The room fell silent once more as you processed the information, unknowingly making Yeosang’s stomach churn even more from the embarrassment of the situation

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes at that moment, honestly feeling like he was going to burst into tears if you didn’t say anything very soon

But, of course, you did

“It’s okay,” you suddenly spoke, voice surprisingly calm in contrast with Yeosang’s anxious expectations

Finally mustering up the courage to face you again, he lifted his head, looking at you hopefully, “really?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the hopeful twinkle in his eyes, finding him way too adorable considering the current situation

“Um, yeah? Of course it’s fine,” you assured him, raising a hand to card through his hair gently, “this kind of stuff happens sometimes, it’s no big deal.”

Yeosang couldn’t believe what he was hearing, genuinely taken aback by how calm and understanding you were being just now

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense

"Yeah,” he conceded at last, “I guess you’re right.”

You chuckled at the look of absolute concentration on his face, ruffling his hair a bit

“Obviously,” you replied confidently, “you’ve had a stressful day today, Yeo. Not to mention how exhausted you were just an hour ago when you came back home. Honestly, it probably would have been more surprising if you did still get it up after all that.”

Yeosang whined quietly at the bold expression (much to your amusement), but nevertheless, he agreed with your reasoning

“So you don’t feel disappointed by it or anything?” He hesitantly checked one last time, wanting to make sure you genuinely weren’t feeling hurt

“Of course I don’t, bub,” you replied, leaning down to softly peck the cute birthmark on his temple that you’d always adored

“Besides, we can always try again later anyway,” you continued, offering him a warm smile, which he shyly returned as well

“Okay,” he replied quietly, feeling his eyelids growing heavier by the second, the stress and exhaustion of today finally beginning to catch up with him

Not missing the little faces of pain from before, you were definitely able to notice how drowsy Yeosang was getting now, words slowly beginning to slur more and more with each response

“Someone’s getting sleepy, huh?” You whispered with a grin, to which Yeosang could only nod weakly, feeling himself drifting off

“Alright then, let’s get you cozy, shall we?” You asked quietly, not even expecting a reply at this point from your half-asleep boyfriend

Sitting back up slowly, you carefully untied and removed the towel off Yeosang’s body, throwing it off the bed before draping the blankets over you both

As you lay back down, you noticed that Yeosang was still trying to stay awake, watching you with tired eyes and a small smile

“Goodnight,” he whispered, reaching over to hold your hand under the covers

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet gesture, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend’s lips one more time

“Goodnight.”

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥  

[haithamuse]

₊˚✧ A KISS SAYS MORE THAN A THOUSAND WORDS.

ft. alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

cw. fluff 'n smooches, smidge of angst if you squint for tighnari, cyno's is a lil bit short, intentional lowercase

a/n. esther in her sumeru era (real); first time writing for kaveh n tighnari

ⵌ ALHAITHAM — kissing the worries away

you can find alhaitham with a frown more often than not. it always brings a smile to your face when you see him deep in thought, whether it be due to his research or another book he’s reading. in your eyes, it was kind of adorable. if you were to say it out loud though, he’d just scoff at you, “stop being ridiculous.”

but you don’t deter and instead lean in to plant a kiss on his forehead, the creases on it seemingly melting away. “you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that all the time”, you giggled.

you never knew that this little action would leave an impact on your lover, but alas — he was full of surprises.

“oh, don’t give me that look.”

“how could i not?” your eyebrows furrowed even tighter at alhaitham’s plea. “this is madness. i don’t want you to get hurt!”

your lover’s gaze softened as he cradled your face with his hands. “you trust me, right?”

“of course i do!”, you replied in earnest without missing a beat.

alhaitham’s lips curled into a smile at your eager confession. he leaned forward to lay his lips on your forehead, the action so full of tender care and love. a simple and yet intimate gesture, with a promise buried within it — that he will come home to you, no matter what.

“then i don’t want to see any wrinkles on your beautiful face when i come home.”

ⵌ KAVEH — kissing in public without any shame, not afraid to show off his love for you

kaveh wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse. while some certain people think of it as one of his greatest weaknesses, to you it’s the thing you love the most.

once you got the news of your job application being accepted, your first thought was to seek out your boyfriend and tell him the amazing news.

kaveh was caught off guard when you ran towards him at full speed, barely being able to catch you as you leapt into his arms. he didn’t have the time to scold you and tell you to be more careful, not when you radiated such vibrant energy and met him with a huge grin on your face. kaveh simply couldn’t do anything but return with a gleeful smile of his own.

“i got the job!”, you exclaimed a little too loud, as the passersby gave you weird looks. but neither of you cared.

“of course you did!” kaveh matched your enthusiasm — he didn’t doubt for a single second that you wouldn’t get it.

he also did not hesitate for the slightest bit as he pressed his lips onto yours. kaveh had no shame, his kisses were always full of vim and vigour. it didn’t matter if you stood in the centre of sumeru’s market amidst a bunch of people — he’d never hold back when it came to his love for you.

“i’m proud of you.”

ⵌ TIGHNARI — kissing you to comfort

forehead kisses were tighnari’s favourite form of showing his love to you. it’s such a simple gesture, yet feels incredibly intimate. he always makes sure to face you when giving them, so even if it’s just a quick peck, it still feels like he’s taking a second to give you his full attention.

when you feel sick or unwell, his entire love, affection and care for you seep through his actions. “stay put”, tighnari orders you in a stern voice. however, his actions are tender and soft as his lips linger for just a second longer on your forehead. “don’t make me come back because collei tells me you’re out and about.”

tighnari’s kisses bring comfort not only to you but to himself as well. you make him feel safe and he wants you to feel the same with him. and how could you not? especially when he holds you in his firm embrace — first planting a kiss on the top of your head and then on your temple, whispering against it in a hushed voice, telling you everything is going to be alright.

ⵌ CYNO — kisses that say ‘i love you’

cyno is a man of few words. it’s not that he doesn’t know what to say, but rather that he prefers to show than tell. the same goes for your love life — you could count on one hand how many times you’ve heard him say ‘i love you’ out loud, but you didn’t mind.

because the way he kisses you tells you enough. cyno kisses you with tender care, yet fiery passion. it’s as if he was drinking out of a glass that’s will break if he got too greedy, dancing the fine line and testing the limits of how far he could go.

he never leaves the house without kissing you goodbye. “i’ll be back by dawn”, sealed by locking his lips with your own — i love you.

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[kgetb]

I like shiny things *⁠.⁠✧, but I'd marry you with paper rings ! ||>> Blaize Zabini

song to listen to : Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

summary : The thought of Marriage seems to already peek Y/n's interests, as she talks about how much she's looking forward into her Married Life, with her husband, and Kids. Blaise pretends not to care, as he concentrates on folding... paper?

established relationship, fluf, literally around 10% of reader's yapping‼️

lover masterlist ! ♡

⤷ : : YANNA'S MAP .. : :

A usual day at Hogwarts, wherein Blaise has to endure Y/n's holy mother of yap about a random topic, again. not that he was complaining though... It was adorable watching her express what was on her mind, every day. It was interesting to say the least, And for what Y/n chose to talk about today was... marriage.

“I just can't wait when I finally graduate, and get married! I wonder what it'd be like!” Y/n chirped excitedly, in her own little world as she yapped to her boyfriend, Blaise Zabini about how excited she was to get married. Hell, they were still in their 6th year!

“Ugh.. like I can just imagine my wedding dress, and the cake.. ooh! and my bridesmaids! Definitely gonna be my bestest friends, of course!” She stated excitedly, with a huge grin plastered on her adoring face.

Blaise nodded nonchalantly, remaining quiet while focusing on folding the piece of paper in a ring shape. An origami heart that serves as the small little crown on the ring.

“Ooh! I also cannot wait to have children, they're so cute! Blaise, have you met my younger sister? I told you about her, right? she's the absolute cutest!” Y/n continued, empathizing the word 'cannot'. She kicked her legs forward, then backwards repeatedly. Making hand gestures as she talks.

She paused, and sat in silence for a few minutes, her puffy cheeks warming up at the thought of her and Blaise... actually having children. She shook the thought away, and leaned back on the chair she sat on. Then there she realized.. Blaise has been oddly.. quiet

As Y/n sat in silence, Blaise finished folding what looks like a Paper Ring.. It was a little bit wrinkled by the many failed attempts. but other than that, it was pretty, and adorable.

“Blaise? What're you doin'?”The girl piped up with a confused tone, and one eyebrow raised at Blaize's hand that hid behind his back with his lips curving upwards

“Close your eyes, milove.” Blaise spoke softly, while he tried his best to stifle a chuckle. Y/n complied by closing her eyes, Blaisw then stood up from the couch Infront of her, and slowly got down on one knee..

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed at all the shuffling, yet her eyes remained closed until Blaise told her to open them. “You can open your eyes now, Y/n..” Blaise once again used the soft, and the ever sogentle tone he used only ever with Y/n.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, and was immediately met with the sight of Blaise on one knee, smiling at her while laughing. He held up the Origami Paper Ring that he spent literally the whole day folding, as he spoke such words... “Y/n Y/L/n, Will you marry me?”

He jokingly proposed with a sarcastic, and also serious manner, and the sight, along with Blaise's words had Y/n’s stomach infested with butterflies. Even if they were both just messing around

She let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand on her mouth, as she slowly nodded. the teenagers both giggled at the same time, Blaise slipped the Paper ring easily on Y/n’s ring finger, as if it's actually made for her..

“I thought you weren't listening!” Y/n let out a huff, as her lips curved downwards into a frown. Then, wrapped her arms around Blaise's neck. As they shared a tender kiss, filled with nothing but affection, and love for one another.

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds, before the two broke it. Blaise looked at Y/n, admiring all of her features that made up.. her. What Y/n saw as her imperfections, was the most perfect to Blaize. Everything about her, was perfect.

“Of course I was listening, I want to fulfill whatever dream you have, milove. As it is the only way I could ever show my undying appreciation, and love for you. I love you, forever. Y/n.” Blaise caressed her cheek with his thumb, as his other hand caressed Y/n’s hand which wore the Paper ring perfectly on the ring finger.

His smile was full of adoration towards his girlfriend, and also, his soon to-be wife, and most especially the mother of his future kids..

“I love you too, Blaise. soso much.” Y/n whispered fondly, both of their words. genuine and looked at Blaise with the same devoted look he gave her. Both of them already sure, of how their future will unfold. With them, still together, both with a ring that identifies their loyalty, and times spent together. Along with the family they will built, out of the passionate moments they've shared.

[misssakuramochi]

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR GEN

Requested by: A Lovely Anonymous Requester

Request: 'Forget about Dr. Stone having me in a vice grip as well, after reading your relationship headcanons for Senku I fear your writing has me in a chokehold. I saw you have requests open, would you consider doing a version for Gen?'

Age Rating: N/A

Warnings: None

Genre: General, Romance, Fluff

○ As easy as it is to catch Gen’s interest, it’s easy to lose it. Gen can be flippant - something he’s upfront about. Keeping him invested is the hard part; however, this is something Gen is extremely aware of. As such, flirt as he might, he’s quick to dismiss the idea of anything serious for a very long time. Until he knows for certain that he truly cares for someone, not for something they can offer him or any other somesuch, he won’t pursue anything at all. Gen may not have been as against fooling around in the past, but the new world has come with new relationships, and new ways of navigating the world. He cares, in one way or another, for his allies, and he doesn’t want to break their hearts for nothing.

○ That doesn’t mean that Gen is going to make a move once he realizes his feelings for someone are genuine. On the contrary, hide it as expertly as he does, Gen is terrified of the difficulty and heartbreak a real relationship might entail. He gaslights himself into thinking his feelings are little more than temporary infatuation until he’s fallen so hard the impact knocks him into realizing how down bad he is. It isn’t that he doesn’t like the idea of a relationship with the person he cares for - it’s just that his fear of the consequences is equally as overpowering. Gen moves surprisingly slowly in the actual courtship period, dipping his toes in and testing the water as he dares to see if this is something you both really want.

○ It takes time for a person to convince Gen that they like him, not just the persona of painted smiles and placating words he so often uses. The time is doubled because Gen isn’t particularly willing to just show his vulnerability to anyone; they have to be able to see through him a little, catch him at his worst and prove that they want to stick around even if he isn’t always everything he pretends to be. Once they’ve pushed through those barriers though, Gen really can’t go back. With the dam of emotion broken, the affection he’d been holding back is almost overwhelming. Once Gen knows not only that he wants this person genuinely, but they might just be good for him, he stops wasting time hesitating. 

○ Gen is extremely affectionate as a partner. Be it physical or verbal, he loves to laud his partner with appreciation. Though Gen tends to be extremely dramatic about it in jest, the heart of his compliments are genuine - he’s just trying to throw you off. Much as Gen just likes to make his partner feel loved, appreciated, and confident, he also loves to tease and fluster them. He absolutely can get his partner blushing with just a few well-chosen words, and he loves to use that fact against them. If they’re feeling particularly confident and respond in kind, Gen is more than happy to take the compliment: he will also take this directly as a challenge to try to outdo them. Physically speaking, Gen isn’t usually exceptionally overt about his affections. He prefers, generally speaking, smaller gestures such as having a hand on his partner’s knee or shoulder, or putting an arm around their waist or perhaps a small kiss, potentially on the cheek or forehead. Though he isn’t against PDA, Gen is much more… tame, shall we say, when in public with his partner.

○ Gen is an extremely huge proprietor of pet names. His partner is absolutely not getting away without several affectionate nicknames, often becoming situation-specific based on what makes him come up with them. These range from romantic titles such as ‘darling’ or ‘my robin’, to silly titles like ‘nest head’, and even further still to teasing names often based on silly memories like ‘mothman’ (that one’s a long story--) Nicknames are almost one of Gen’s love languages in themselves, so bear with him. If Gen’s partner tries to don him with a pet name he’s likely to laugh at whatever they’ve come up with, but he’s not going to complain so long as it’s something livable. In fact, he may not say it, but Gen finds it heartwarmingly adorable thinking about the scrunched up, focused face his partner had made trying to contemplate the perfect, silly little pet name for him.

○ Surprisingly, Gen is the jealous type and tends to lean towards being somewhat possessive on the rare occasion he feels somehow threatened or insecure. Most of the time Gen realizes that he’s really doing no more than pouting when he gets jealous and responds as such, though, so unless his partner is particularly opposed to having his arms suddenly snake around their waist mid-conversation with the offender while he makes a show of cuddling them and cooing over them, his jealous streak doesn’t usually pose a problem. That being said, if whoever is making Gen jealous takes his show of affection as a challenge of some sorts he takes that personally - and he’ll win. If his partner can’t become a mediator quickly in those situations they’re gonna become a prize; Gen’s, specifically.

○ Being sincere isn’t one of Gen’s greatest strengths. While this doesn’t mean that he’s incapable of being open and honest with his partner, it does mean that he prefers to keep things light and playful most of the time. Much of the way Gen shows his affection for his partner is by being silly with them and he absolutely goes out of his way to make them laugh. Not only does he love hearing it, but trying to make them happy and keep things light for them is one of the ways he shows how much he loves them. It also means that much of his more serious communication with his partner is non-verbal. A hand on their shoulder will suddenly steady them when they’re feeling the least grounded, a kiss to the cheek reminds them he’s there when they’re insecure, or the night after a rough argument his partner will come home to an extremely well-thought out apology gift on the bed. 

○ When I say Gen likes to make his partner laugh, I mean he borderline needs to. If someone thinks Gen can be silly now, they have no idea what goes on behind closed doors. He will absolutely go out of his way to do almost anything that gets his partner giggling, and he doubles down his efforts after they’ve had a hard day. Everyone needs to understand, when this boy is in love he turns into a fucking clown in the absolute best way humanly possible. His ability to make his partner laugh is also absolutely the thing Gen gets the most jealous about. If someone else is making his partner laugh just a little too much, even if their intentions are completely innocent, Gen will absolutely be finding his way over there to show them up at some point. Gen’s a little possessive over the idea of being able to make his partner happier than anyone else in a way that makes him almost incomprehensibly competitive.

○ One problem that can arise with Gen’s difficulty with sincere words is the way it compounds with his emotionally protective nature. While Gen is usually more than happy to admit that he is absolutely the type to put his needs first, ultimately, this changes when he actually has a partner he cares about - which he won’t admit to anybody. While Gen’s usual goal is to be happy with his partner, if he believes sacrificing his own happiness is the best or even only way to support his partner’s happiness he’ll do it, and he’ll lie about doing it the whole time in a well-intentioned and poorly executed attempt to keep them safe. Gen isn’t the best at trusting others in general, so trusting even his romantic partner with his thoughts and feelings is a long road with more than a few bumps along the way. Gen needs his partner to be patient, and call him out with a level of insistence when he tries to lock himself away for their so-called greater good.

○ As mentioned a few times before, Gen tends to be silly and lean away from overly serious conversation if it’s not necessary. This is his preference for sure, but he absolutely uses it to his advantage when he does want to be serious for a moment. It’s endearingly infuriating to his partner how often he’ll stop teasing them just as they’re at peak fluster, just to say perhaps the sweetest thing they’ve ever heard, only to revert immediately to teasing them for their expression to dodge the moment he’s given them. When Gen really does want a more romantic moment he’ll use a similar strategy - get his partner distracted with jokes or taunts so they don’t notice something romantic he’s set up until he’s properly presenting it to them, and them unsure sure how to tell him that he is both an asshole and the most wonderful man on Earth.

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A/N: Thank you so much anon!!! I'm glad you enjoyed my writing, and I hope you liked this set just as much! Tbh I'm really glad you requested these because Gen is my fucking boy and I loved writing these.

Thank everyone who read this as well, and I hope you enjoyed your stay!

Safe travels, readers!

[koisuko]

Imagine:

You crack his cold exterior with a simple, innocent gesture of affection.

Tw: none, maybe some cursing, cute stuff, gn reader, use of “I” and “y/n”

I may have had, just a small, crush on my lieutenant. I shouldn’t, oh god I can’t, but it’s entirely too hard to resist. The way he had power over others, held such a commanding tone when he spoke. The way he felt so safe to be around, because no one would dare cross the Ghost. It all never went unnoticed, it was hard to ignore. Not to mention, he was huge compared to the other soldiers, and damn good at his job. He lacked proper emotional outlet tremendously, but that didn’t deter me. If anything, it drew me in further. The mystery that surrounds him like a cloud of smoke, smothering him in an irresistible aura.

Speaking of, I had gotten into some trouble, nothing serious. It was a simple scuffle that may or may not have gotten me injured.

Currently, Ghost was scolding me. Despite his harsh tone, his eyes seemed to hold a flicker of something I never seen before. “Bloody hell y/n, what if I wasn’t there, you could have died!” His words were concerned, yet his voice was still commanding. As if he was trying desperately to hide what care he had. “Quit giving me that fuckin’ look,” he cast his gaze elsewhere, his voice softening slightly as he did so. Shit, he caught me staring again. I knew I shouldn’t, I should look away, obey my superior…right?

Instead, with a sudden rush of confidence, and a slight bit of stupidity, I leaned in. Just a quick, gentle peck right on the cheek of his mask. I pulled back as quickly as I went in, my lips quirked into a tender smile with the slightest tint of pink on my cheeks. “Thank you..for caring, sir,” I said sheepishly, quickly making my way elsewhere to avoid any further punishment.

What I failed to see as I left, was a stiff and dumbfounded Ghost. He stayed exactly where he was, like a statue. He didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, and certainly didn’t watch your form retreat to the mess hall. Ever so slowly, he brought his gloved hand to the kiss still mentally stained on his mask. And with an unexpected twist, he smiled just a bit.

[jayden-killer]

YOU LOOK LONELY.. I CAN FIX THAT. (Miguel O'Hara AU!)

summary: Year 2099 and a new A.I. had been lanuched. He is called "Miguel" and he's here to comfort you in your most hard times. But, little you know, he's more than a A.I.

paring: Miguel O'Hara x F! Reader.

A/N: woah there, Detroit: Become Human and Blade Runner combined togheter? Why not, hehehe.

WHAT'S IT LIKE TO HOLD THE HAND TO SOMEONE? INTERLINKED.

DID THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO FEEL FINGER TO FINGER? INTERLINKED.

DO YOU DREAM ABOUT BEING INTERLINKED?

INTERLINKED.

Year 2099. Bright neon leons illuminated the streets, high skyscrapers were imposing themselves, showing on their huge advertising screens and weather forecast. It was night, and the air smelled of smog. She always believed that all those air purifiers wouldn't be very effective. But now it didn’t matter, because among the crowd of people in the street she walked with her head down, tired eyes that seemed off. Next to her, dozens, no, many more people, ready to start their weekend. They planned to go to nightclubs, drink, have sex, or do something she didn't care about. She heard their laughter in the background, and he could clearly see some guys pushing each other, laughing, and joking in the corner of his eye. She didn’t care. She just wanted to get to her house. Then she gave himself a push and marched more quickly, because she could no longer. She wished to put an end to the terrible sadness in her heart.

"I'm home".

The moment she walked across the threshold of her house the lights went on, lighting up the living room and kitchen. She breathed deeply and threw out the excess oxygen accumulated, also expelling the tension she had accumulated in the day. She looked around, and calmly placed the bag on her raw coffee table until she heard some sweets in the house, yet heavy steps. Her eyebrows leapt up and a smile, a soft smile, fell on her face.

"Miguel," said his name softly. "You’re here."

"I am always here, dear. Ven aquì". The man smiled back and extended his arms in her direction. She didn’t waste any time holding him to herself. Miguel tilted his head to the side and a confused expression landed on his face. " I can feel your heartbeat, and your blood pressure is 61 mmHg. What’s going on, dear?" Miguel’s arms touched her gently, almost as if she were a fragile doll, caressing her hips. Her eyes shone.

"I just missed you, my love" she answered quietly, never stopping looking into his reddish, brown eyes. "That's all".

"I want to help you, mi sol, how can I?"

Miguel blinked, genuinely worried about his partner’s health. He gave her a rough hand in her soft hair and continued to caress her. She stared at him with those eyes that showed true love, felt, and felt good because now it was just her and her Miguel. It was just the two of them in his house while the world was doing who knows what beyond those walls. He sighed, and nodded, answering Miguel’s question. "Oh, no, I’m fine. I just missed you so much".

"I’m here, mi flor, I’m here," he repeated once again, bringing his body to him, a hug that Miguel really felt. His heart pompo more, feeling so close to him the person who had immediately shown him kindness, sweetness. The warmth that emanated from his loved one was comfortable. It was all true for him.

"Do you want to watch a movie? In exactly eight minutes, they’re gonna broadcast the "Bicentennial Man". It’s your favorite movie, right?" Miguel smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently sitting her down on the sofa. She did not take her eyes off him for a moment: his tall, imposing figure, with large shoulders and trained arms, but she only saw a sweet man who needed great affection. He was perfect in every way.

"Of course I do, but only if you will be next to me to pamper me".

"Absolutely". Miguel landed lightly on the sofa and took a breath. With a gesture of the hand, the television went on, and the channel was rolled into the desired one with a single finger move. The girl got much closer to the man, cuddling up to him, resting her temple on his huge muscular arm. Miguel spent no time surrounding his beloved with that arm, bringing her closer to him. The two remained there, enjoying their presence, occasionally discussing the development of the film, a film that she had reviewed over and over again.

It was now night, the hologram of the clock marked 12.12 am. Miguel’s eyes fell on the figure of his beloved then sleeping companion. He calculated his breath and his heartbeats, and everything seemed normal to him. He was just resting quietly. He understood that his day had been intense, without her telling him, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Because over time he had learned to respect the needs of humans. He had become accustomed to their habits, or rather, to the habits of the one who had welcomed him to his house, without treating him as a slave, without showing racism towards him, just because he was a robot. Yet, he felt real every time he touched himself in the face, fingering his facial features. Every morning it was the same. Her arms picked her up, taking care not to wake her. She looked like an angel, he thought, admiring her as if she really was. How could human beings be such beautiful creatures, so deadly?

"Door, please," he muttered. The door to his room opened like a curtain, closing behind him. She walked calmly to her bed, then rested it on the warm mattress she had heated for her. He pulled the blanket up, and he watched her sleep for a few more minutes. She couldn’t believe it, she was the most beautiful creature he’d seen.

"Rest, my love. I’ll be here with you tomorrow too," he smiled, laying a subtle, soft kiss on her lips. His artificial heart blew, even more, even more the liquid that was contained in his circuits. He lowered the shutters and warmed the home environment a little more. Leaving the room, Miguel headed for his post, where he would recharge for the following day.

"Model 70868". This was what was written horizontally on his desk. He was not comfortable with it. He didn’t feel like a simple robot, something built to serve mankind and satisfy it fully. He didn’t feel like a machine.

"I want to be human".

[mbruben-stein]

Hi, I was wondering if you could make a sfw alphabet dating list for 2012 Donnie?

TMNT 2012 SFW Alphabet: Donatello.

A/N: sorry this took me forever the right this. I kind of felt burnt out for a while writing a lot of TMNT request here on Tumblr. I took a break for a good while because I was also having a lot of writer's block and I had so much going on in my normal life. And I just felt so burnt out. Again sorry this took forever. I hope you enjoy reading this.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Donnie is quite shy and awkward when it comes to romance, so he tends to express affection in subtle, indirect ways at first. He might leave little notes or gifts for his partner to find, complimenting them or reminding them he cares. As an acts of service type, Donnie loves using his skills to make things for a partner or help them out. He might build them a personalized piece of tech, give them massages after a long day, or be the first to volunteer to assist them with any project or problem. Donnie craves deep emotional connection. He loves having long, intellectually stimulating conversations with a partner, sharing all his niche interests and hearing theirs in return. He's an amazing listener. While not as naturally physically affectionate as Mikey, Donnie enjoys cuddles, hand-holding, and sitting close to a partner, especially while working on something together. He savors that quiet closeness. Donnie is endearingly romantic once he gets over his initial shyness. Expect nerdy but heartfelt poetry, special dates planned around shared interests, and gestures like holding doors open or offering his arm. He's steadfastly loyal, supportive and protective of loved ones. A partner can always count on Donnie to be there for them and defend them fiercely if needed. He takes relationships very seriously. In private, Donnie enjoys being a bit silly and playful with a trusted partner, coming out of his shell. He'll engage in witty banter, pun battles, and things like booping noses. So while Donnie is definitely the shy, awkward type, he has a huge heart and many sweet ways of showing love. He's a devoted partner who expresses affection through kind gestures, quality time, and staying loyally by his loved one's side.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Donatello would make an incredibly loyal, caring and supportive best friend. Though somewhat socially awkward and prone to getting wrapped up in his intellectual pursuits, he would always make time for his best friend and be there for them through thick and thin. Donnie would be the friend you could count on to lend a compassionate ear, give thoughtful advice, and go out of his way to help in any way he could, whether that's fixing a broken gadget, tutoring them in a difficult subject, or providing a shoulder to cry on. His quirky sense of humor and endearing awkwardness would make him a fun and entertaining companion. The friendship would likely start through a shared interest or unusual circumstance that brings Donatello and his future best friend together. Perhaps they meet in an advanced science or math class and bond over a challenging group project. Or maybe his friend gets into trouble with some Purple Dragons and Donnie swoops in to save the day, sparking a friendship forged in adventure. Alternatively could introduce them, knowing they would hit it off. However it happens, Donatello would be initially shy and reserved, but his warmth, attentiveness and dependability would quickly win his friend over as they discover how caring and loyal he truly is beneath the surface. From there, a deep bond and abiding friendship would blossom.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Given Donnie's sensitive, loyal, and romantic nature, it seems very likely that he would enjoy physical affection and cuddling with a partner he feels close to and trusts. Cuddling could provide him comfort and help him feel secure in the relationship. As the more intellectually-inclined turtle who spends a lot of time in his head, Donnie might especially appreciate the grounding, calming effects of cuddling. Holding his partner close could help quiet his overactive mind and anxious thoughts. Donnie would probably be a bit tentative and shy about initiating cuddles at first, but would happily reciprocate affection once he feels assured it is wanted. Over time, as he grows more confident, he may initiate more. While cuddling, Donnie would focus completely on his partner, setting aside projects and ideas to be fully present with them. He'd be attentive to their comfort and reactions. He seems like he'd enjoy cuddling in a protective manner, perhaps draping an arm around his partner and holding them close to his plastron. At the same time, having his shell/back caressed could help him relax. Donnie would want cuddle sessions to feel unrushed, with ample time to savor the closeness and connection. Late-night cuddles while stargazing or watching a favorite show together could really appeal to him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Given Donatello's loyal, loving and romantic nature, it seems likely that he would eventually want to settle down with a committed significant other, despite his social awkwardness. Once Donnie falls for someone and develops a deep bond, he cares for them considerably and takes the relationship very much to heart. His devotion would drive him to want to build a stable, long-term partnership. At the same time, Donnie's anxiety and tendency to get frustrated under pressure suggests he might struggle with some aspects of domestic life and need an understanding partner who can be patient with him as he navigates committed cohabitation. In terms of household duties, Donnie's intellectual brilliance is more in the realms of science, technology and academics rather than domestic tasks. He likely has a very basic proficiency in cooking and cleaning - enough to get by on his own or in a pinch. However, he'd probably excel more at tasks like fixing appliances or programming a high-tech dishwasher than at preparing gourmet meals or keeping a spotless home. Donnie would likely be a willing and helpful partner in managing a household, but would do best with a significant other who could take the lead on many day-to-day chores and didn't mind if his cooking was more functional than fancy. He'd make up for it by keeping the wifi running smoothly, mounting the TV, and always being there for his love.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Donatello seems to have a strong sense of loyalty and takes relationships very seriously, so a breakup would likely only happen if there were irreconcilable issues or incompatibilities. As someone who can get anxious under pressure, he may struggle with initiating a difficult conversation like that. But his ultimate priority would be to do what he feels is right. I think Donnie would put a lot of thought into his words and try to clearly explain his reasons, while acknowledging his partner's perspective and the pain of the situation. He would want to be fully present for the discussion, not rushed or distracted. Afterwards, he would give his ex space to process things. Even if romantically they weren't compatible, he would still care about that person's wellbeing and want to treat them with respect.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Given Donatello's loyal, devoted nature once he forms close bonds, I imagine he would take commitment very seriously in a relationship. As someone who feels things deeply and personally, Donnie would likely put a lot of thought and care into a long-term partnership. Once he decided he had met the right person, I could see him being ready to fully commit. However, Donnie's cautious and analytical side would probably want to take the time to be certain before taking a huge step like marriage. As the voice of logic in the group, he wouldn't rush into such a momentous lifelong commitment. I imagine Donnie would want to be in a relationship for a good amount of time first, to work through challenges together and make sure he and his partner were truly compatible. So while he would be fully ready to commit once he felt sure, I don't think he would be in a huge hurry to tie the knot. He would want to enjoy building a strong foundation with his s/o and then progress to marriage once they both felt prepared and excited to take that step together. Donnie takes his commitments seriously, so he would want to be thoroughly confident before making such an important promise. But once he did, he would pour his loyal, loving heart into the marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Donnie would be extremely gentle, almost to a fault at times. He knows his own strength as a mutant turtle and would be very cautious about accidentally hurting his more fragile human partner. Expect a lot of soft caresses, light touches, and tender hugs and cuddles. He may be a bit hesitant and shy with physical affection at first, but would slowly build confidence over time as he gets more comfortable. Emotionally, Donnie would be a deeply caring and supportive partner. As mentioned in the description, he takes things to heart and feels emotions strongly. So he would be very attuned to his significant other's feelings and needs. He would openly express his love and do thoughtful things to make them happy. At the same time, his sensitivity means he may take things personally if there are disagreements or rough patches in the relationship. He would need a lot of reassurance and open communication from his partner.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Given Donnie's socially awkward nature, he likely doesn't initiate hugs very often, especially compared to his more outgoing brothers like Mikey. Hugging probably doesn't come naturally to him. However, when Donnie does hug, it's probably a reflection of his deeply loyal and loving side coming through. His hugs are likely earnest, heartfelt, and linger a bit longer than a quick, casual hug. He pours genuine emotion into them. I imagine his long limbs would wrap you up completely in an enveloping hug. He may even rest his chin on top of your head. The hug would feel protective and secure. Donnie would be most likely to initiate hugs in emotional moments - like reuniting after being apart, comforting you if you're upset, or expressing affection in private. But around others, he'd probably be more hesitant and reserve hugs for special occasions. Overall, Donnie's hugs may be a little clumsy and awkward, but you can tell he really means them. When he does open up to physical affection, it's a sign of deep trust and love. His hugging style seems like it would be adorkably sweet, just like Donnie himself.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Donatello would likely take a more cautious and analytical approach when it comes to expressing his love. Given his socially awkward nature and tendency to overthink, he might hesitate to say "I love you" too quickly, wanting to be absolutely sure of his feelings and the reciprocation of his affection. Donnie would probably wait until he feels a deep, genuine connection and a sense of security in the relationship before confessing his love. He would want to choose the perfect moment and express it in a heartfelt, sincere manner. However, once he does say those three words, his loyalty and devotion would be unwavering, and he would cherish and support his loved one through thick and thin.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Donnie is deeply loyal and emotionally invested in his relationships, so seeing his S/O give a lot of attention to someone else would likely stir up strong feelings of jealousy and insecurity. Given his tendency to take things to heart, even minor interactions could eat away at him. As someone who is more socially awkward and anxious, Donnie may lack the confidence to directly confront his partner about his jealous feelings. Instead, he could withdraw emotionally, become passive-aggressive, or throw himself into his projects and inventions as a distraction and coping mechanism. With his keen intellect, Donnie's mind could start over-analyzing and catastrophizing the situation. He may read too much into innocent interactions and convince himself that his partner is losing interest or attracted to someone else. This could lead to unfounded accusations. If his jealousy reaches a boiling point, Donnie's aggression could come out, leading to a heated argument with his S/O. In the heat of the moment, he might say hurtful things he doesn't really mean, only to feel immense guilt afterwards. Ultimately, Donnie's jealousy would stem from his deep love and fear of losing his partner. He may need a lot of reassurance and open communication from his S/O to work through those insecure feelings in a healthy way. Learning to be vulnerable and express his emotions constructively would be key.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Given Donnie's slightly awkward and nervous nature, his kisses would likely start out a bit tentative and hesitant. He would want to get it right and not mess up. But as he relaxes and gets caught up in the moment with his s/o, his kisses would become more confident and passionate. Donnie is very loving and loyal once he opens up to someone. So his kisses would be full of deep affection and devotion. He would kiss his s/o like they are the most precious thing in the world to him. As someone who spends a lot of time in his head, Donnie's kisses would also have a tenderness and reverence to them, like he's in awe that he gets to be with his s/o. Each kiss would be savored. In terms of where Donnie likes to be kissed - as a turtle, he would especially enjoy neck kisses from his s/o. The neck is a vulnerable area and Donnie letting his s/o kiss him there would show a lot of trust. Gentle kisses and nuzzles against his neck would make him melt. Donnie would also love forehead kisses from his s/o. It's such a sweet, affectionate gesture. Having his s/o pull him close and press a soft kiss to his forehead would make Donnie feel so safe and cherished. Of course, Donnie would adore regular kisses on the mouth from his s/o as well. Kisses that start off slow and sweet, then gradually build in passion and intensity. He would eagerly return those kisses, putting all his love for his s/o into them.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Despite his social awkwardness, Donnie would be a wonderfully caring and involved father figure alongside his s/o. His vast knowledge allows him to patiently answer the endless questions young curious minds have, and he delights in nurturing their interest in learning. Donnie applies his technical skills to fix broken toys, build pillow forts, and invent fun gadgets and games to entertain the little ones. While he may initially feel unsure how to handle tantrums or very messy play, his devotion to his family has him giving it his all. He makes sure to be present for recitals, sporting events, and science fairs, beaming with pride at the children's accomplishments. In private moments with his s/o after the kids are asleep, the very logical Donnie admits he never imagined loving tiny humans so fiercely and completely. But that's the effect children have - bringing out a softer, more overtly emotional side in the pragmatic purple-clad turtle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Donnie are a mix of calm and productive energy. He's usually one of the first to wake, quietly rising so as not to disturb you. You'll often find him in his lab or workshop, already tinkering with some gadget or studying something on his computer, a steaming mug of coffee close at hand. He gets so absorbed in his projects that he can lose track of time. But he's always happy to see you when you sleepily shuffle in, greeting you with a soft smile and a gentle kiss before eagerly updating you on his latest breakthrough or challenge he's puzzling over. Donnie's brilliant mind is always whirring, but he tries to be present and attentive to you in the mornings too. He'll gladly make you breakfast, whipping up omelets or pancakes while enthusiastically discussing whatever scientific topic has captured his interest lately. Or if you're in a rush, he'll hand you a mug of your favorite tea or coffee, prepared just the way you like it. Car trouble or need to use the microwave? Donnie's your turtle. His engineering know-how comes in handy on hectic mornings. Through the morning hustle, he makes sure to carve out some quality time with you, even if it's just a few minutes connecting over a shared meal before you both rocket off to face the day's adventures and challenges ahead. His steady, caring presence brings a wonderfully reassuring and supportive energy to the start of each day together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights spent with Donnie are cozy yet intellectually stimulating. After a busy day tinkering in his lab or training with his brothers, he's always eager to unwind by cuddling up together and discussing the latest scientific breakthroughs or geeking out over a shared favorite sci-fi series. Donnie loves introducing you to obscure technology podcasts to listen to as you relax. In between episodes, he excitedly elaborates on the concepts covered, eyes lighting up as he goes into passionate detail. You can't help but get swept up in his enthusiasm. Some evenings, Donnie sets up a telescope on the rooftop and you stargaze together as he points out distant planets and galaxies, his voice soft with wonder. Back inside, he might shyly suggest a game of chess or 20 questions, relishing the mental sparring and playful competition with you. Win or lose, it usually ends in affectionate laughter and sweet kisses before you contentedly drift off to sleep in each other's arms, looking forward to more cozy, nerdy nights together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Donnie tends to be cautious and reserved when first getting to know someone. His social awkwardness makes it challenging for him to open up quickly. In a new relationship, he would likely take things slowly at first, gradually sharing small bits of information about his interests, quirks, and background as he starts to feel more comfortable with the person. As trust builds and Donnie feels a deepening connection, he would begin revealing more substantive things about himself, his thoughts, and his feelings. This would happen incrementally over time, not all at once. He's the type to carefully consider what he discloses and when. Donnie would share the more personal, vulnerable parts of himself only after the relationship had reached a stage where he felt truly safe, accepted, and understood. At that point, he would be willing to discuss his anxieties, his frustrations, his fierce loyalty to those he cares for, and the tender heart underneath his logical exterior. It would be a gradual process, but one that would strengthen the intimate bond between Donnie and his partner.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Although Donnie is usually levelheaded and slow to anger compared to the likes of Raphael, he does have a breaking point and can get quite frustrated and upset when pushed too far. His perfectionist tendencies and the immense pressure he puts on himself to solve problems with his intellect and inventions means setbacks and failures hit Donnie especially hard. When his brothers rush or distract him, when his gadgets malfunction at a critical moment, or when he feels his smarts have let the team down, Donnie is prone to lashing out in irritation, throwing up his hands in exasperation, or retreating into a sullen, snippy mood. It takes a lot of needling to truly enrage the usually affable Donnie, but getting on his bad side risks facing a turtle cold with anger and biting in his logical takedowns and sarcastic retorts until he's cooled off.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Based on Donatello's intellectual inclinations and tendency to take things deeply to heart, I believe he would have an excellent memory when it comes to details about his significant other. Donnie is portrayed as highly observant and analytical, with a keen mind for science, technology, and problem-solving. These traits would likely extend to his personal relationships as well, especially with someone as important to him as a romantic partner. Donnie would probably make a conscious effort to remember the little things his s/o mentions in passing, whether it's their favorite color, a childhood memory, or a casual remark about their hopes and dreams. He would cherish these details as a way of showing his love and dedication. Even if he occasionally gets caught up in his projects or feels the pressure of being the "brains" of the team, Donnie would strive to be attentive and present when his s/o is sharing something with him. His recall of these moments would be a testament to his deep feelings and the value he places on their relationship.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Donnie's favorite moment with his s/o is the first time they worked together in his lab to solve a complex technical problem. His s/o may not be as scientifically inclined as he is, but they are eager to learn and help however they can. As they labored together for hours, troubleshooting issues and bouncing ideas off each other, Donnie was struck by how in sync they were, even in an area that was more his specialty than theirs. He loved seeing this new side of them - their curiosity, ingenuity, and dedication. But even more than that, he was touched by their determination to understand and appreciate this part of him, to share in something that meant so much to him. They could have easily left him to tinker alone, but they wanted to be there by his side, working as true partners. In that moment, as they high-fived in celebration of finally cracking the problem, he felt a depth of love and connection, unlike anything he had experienced before. It was a perfect encapsulation of what made their relationship so special.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Donatello would be incredibly protective of his s/o, both physically and emotionally. His loyal, devoted nature means that once he commits to someone, their safety and wellbeing become his top priorities. Donnie would use his keen intellect and technical skills to ensure his partner is secure - he'd invent specialized defense systems and monitoring devices to keep them safe from any threats. He would insist on escorting them around the city, especially at night, just to make sure no harm comes to them. Donnie's protectiveness would extend to their emotional welfare too. He would be very in-tune with their feelings and quick to defend them against anyone who upsets or insults them. In terms of physical protection, Donnie's fighting style relies more on his smarts than brute strength. So while he would absolutely throw himself into battle to defend his love when necessary, what he'd appreciate most is his s/o using clever tactics to keep them both out of danger in the first place. He'd swoon over a partner who can think fast on their feet and talk their way out of risky situations. Donnie would also feel safest with an s/o who helps balance out his weaknesses. He can get flustered and lose his cool when things don't go to plan, so he needs a partner who can stay calm and focused under pressure. More than anything, Donnie would need his s/o to protect his heart. He feels things very deeply and takes rejection hard, so he would be extremely vulnerable in a romantic relationship. A s/o who is gentle with his insecurities and offers patient reassurance is essential. He would need to be reminded often, both in words and actions, that his partner finds him desirable and isn't going anywhere. With his self-esteem bolstered by a loving s/o, Donnie would feel like he can take on the world. He would give every ounce of his brilliant mind, brave spirit, and tender heart to a partner who makes him feel emotionally safe and valued.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates: Donnie would probably put a lot of thought and effort into planning dates. He might create detailed itineraries, research the best restaurants or activities, and try to cater the date to his partner's interests. However, his nervousness and tendency to overthink things could make him anxious about whether the date is going well. Anniversaries: As someone who takes things to heart, Donnie would see anniversaries as very important milestones in the relationship. He would likely mark the dates far in advance and spend a lot of time coming up with thoughtful ways to celebrate, such as creating a heartfelt gift or planning a special outing. Gifts: Donnie's intellect and skill with machines could lead to some very creative and personalized gift ideas. He might build or invent something tailored to his partner's hobbies, or put together a high-tech photo album documenting their relationship. He would likely agonize over finding the "perfect" gift. Everyday tasks: While Donnie gets absorbed in his projects and pursuits, he would probably make an effort to balance this with being attentive and helpful to his partner in day-to-day life. He might automate some household tasks to be more efficient. However, his occasional frustration and aggressiveness when things go wrong could lead to some tension. Overall, Donnie would likely be a very devoted and considerate partner who invests a lot of effort into the relationship, but his insecurities and obsessive tendencies might sometimes get in the way and require understanding from his partner.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Donnie may have a tendency to hyper-fixate on projects and pull all-nighters working in his lab, neglecting sleep, meals and time with his family. His drive to solve problems and create new inventions could lead to unhealthy work habits. When frustrated, Donnie might lash out by throwing tools or equipment in anger, creating a mess and startling his brothers. Under stress, he may revert to nervous habits like obsessively cleaning his gear or reorganizing his entire lab space to calm his mind, even if more urgent matters need attention. Donnie's detail-oriented nature could manifest in lecturing his brothers at length about topics they have no interest in, not picking up on social cues that they've tuned out. His intellectual snobbery might come across at times, acting dismissive of his brothers' input or ideas compared to his own expertise.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Donatello is probably the least concerned with his physical appearance out of the four turtles. Given his intellectual nature and tendency to prioritize science, technology and knowledge over more superficial pursuits, I imagine he spends little time worrying about how he looks. That said, as a teenager, he likely still experiences some typical adolescent self-consciousness and desire to be attractive, especially to his s/o. So while looks are nowhere near the top of his list of priorities, I could see Donnie putting a bit of extra effort into his appearance when his s/o is around, even if it's in subtle, nerdy ways like making sure his gear is clean and his mask is on straight. Overall though, Donatello seems far more invested in cultivating his mind than his image.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In a hypothetical scenario involving Donatello and a significant other, it's plausible that Donnie would feel a deep sense of connection and emotional reliance on his partner. Given his loyal nature, tendency to take things to heart, and his capacity for love and romance, Donnie would likely invest himself wholly in the relationship. His intellectual pursuits and occasional social awkwardness might find balance and comfort in the presence of a supportive and understanding significant other. If faced with the absence or loss of this person, Donnie may indeed feel a profound sense of incompleteness, as the bond would have become an integral part of his life and emotional well-being. The intensity of this feeling would be a testament to the depth of his commitment and the importance he places on the relationship.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Donnie and his s/o share a special bond over their mutual love for science and learning. Even though Donnie is more technologically inclined while his partner gravitates towards biology and medicine, they constantly find fascinating topics to discuss and debate. They can talk for hours, lost in conversation, marveling at each other's insights and knowledge. One quiet evening in the lair, Donnie is tinkering with some new gadget at his workbench, brow furrowed in concentration. His s/o quietly approaches, two mugs of steaming tea in hand, and gently sets one beside Donnie. He looks up, blinking in surprise, then smiles gratefully. "You always know just what I need," he says softly. His partner leans their hip against the desk and sips their own tea, eyes sparkling with affection. "So, tell me about what you're working on." And as Donnie launches into an enthusiastic technical explanation, his s/o listens intently, captivated by his brilliant mind and caring heart, falling a little more in love with this adorably nerdy turtle every day.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, Donnie likely wouldn't enjoy situations that pull him too far out of his intellectual comfort zone. While he deeply cares for his brothers, he may get frustrated by their boisterous roughhousing and teasing, preferring quieter time to tinker with his inventions. Donnie is dedicated to his projects and probably dislikes interruptions when he's "in the zone" working on something. His perfectionist tendencies could make perceived failures hit hard. Donnie may have a hard time relaxing and unwinding. In a partner, Donnie might struggle with someone who doesn't appreciate his intellectual pursuits or his dry, nerdy sense of humor. He would dislike a S/O who mocks or belittles his interests and projects as boring or a waste of time. Donnie needs a partner who respects his need for solo lab time and doesn't constantly demand his attention. He wouldn't mesh well with someone who always wants to go out socializing, as crowds and small talk aren't his thing. Donnie's ideal match is likely a fellow introvert who shares his curiosity about the world.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Based on Donatello's intellectual pursuits and tendency to get deeply engrossed in his projects, it's likely that he has somewhat irregular sleep habits. He may often stay up late into the night working on his inventions, research or experiments, losing track of time. His mind is always active, mulling over complex problems, which could make it difficult for him to "switch off" and fall asleep easily. However, when he does finally crash, he probably sleeps quite deeply due to the mental exhaustion. Donnie may be prone to falling asleep at his workbench or desk, surrounded by his gadgets and notes. His brothers, especially Mikey or Leo, might sometimes have to coax him to bed when they find him passed out like this. While Donnie knows logically that a consistent sleep schedule is healthier, his passion for learning and inventing often overtakes other priorities.

[call-of-daydreams]

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓜𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'. 𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂/𝓷'. 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼.

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After your encounter in the studio, Hyunjin couldn't get you out of his mind. He thought about your conversations, your caring nature, and the way your eyes lit up when you smiled. As days passed, he found himself unconsciously searching for you in hallways, during practice sessions, and backstage during performances and interviews. But time was against you, your busy schedules as idols made it difficult to find moments to spend together. Meanwhile, you also found yourself thinking about Hyunjin more and more each day, your heart skipping a beat every time his face appeared in your thoughts.

Your stolen glances and subtle gestures became your only way of expressing your growing feelings. There were moments when you bumped into each other in the hallways, your hands accidentally brushing against each other, sending sparks of electricity through your fingertips. You found yourselves stealing moments to chat whenever possible, but your conversations were often interrupted or kept brief due to your hectic schedules. The tension between you was palpable, and your friends began to notice the subtle cues of your budding affection.

As the days passed, Hyunjin's group members couldn't help but notice the growing chemistry between him and you. They often teased Hyunjin about his blushing cheeks whenever your name was mentioned and the way he would become more distracted during practice sessions. One evening, while they were relaxing in their dorm, Changbin, one of the members, decided to tease Hyunjin further.

"Hyunjin, you've been quite distracted lately," Changbin observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

Hyunjin blushed, not expecting to be called out so directly. He tried to play it cool and shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Changbin chuckled, seeing right through Hyunjin's denial. "Oh, come on," he teased. "You think we haven't noticed you daydreaming all the time? And those blushing cheeks whenever Y/n's name comes up?"

Jisung, another member, chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, you're not as subtle as you think you are, Hyunjin. We've all seen how smitten you are."

Hyunjin's blush deepened, and he shot a glare at Jisung. "Guys, I'm not smitten, okay? I just..." he trailed off, unable to deny the truth.

Jeongin, the youngest member, piped up with a playful smirk. "Just what? You just have a huge crush on Y/n?"

Hyunjin groaned, knowing he couldn't deny it any longer. "Fine, I have a crush on Y/n," he admitted, looking defeated. "But don't make a big deal out of it, alright?"

The other members' laughter filled the room, their teasing and playful banter making Hyunjin feel even more flustered. Seungmin, the quietest member, finally spoke up, a teasing glint in his eyes. "So, when are you planning to ask her out?"

Hyunjin sighed, knowing the question was inevitable. "I don't know, okay? It's not that easy," he protested. "We're always busy with our schedules, and it's hard to find time to actually talk to her, let alone ask her out."

Minho, the oldest member, chimed in with a sly grin. "That's just an excuse, Hyunjin. If you really want to ask her out, you'll find a way."

"Yeah, plus, Y/n likes you too" Jisung added.  

Hearing this, Hyunjin's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. "She does?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

The other members exchanged knowing glances and nodded. "Oh, yeah," Changbin confirmed. "Whenever you're not looking, she totally watches you. And she blushes a lot around you too."

Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat, the realization sinking in. "Really? You're not just messing with me, right?" he asked, searching their faces for any signs of deception.

The members chuckled at Hyunjin's disbelief and shook their heads. Jeongin spoke up, his voice serious this time. "No, we're not messing with you. It's obvious she likes you too, Hyunjin. You just need to muster up the courage to ask her out."

Hyunjin felt a mixture of relief and nervousness wash over him. "I don't know, guys," he confessed. "What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward?"

Jisung placed a reassuring hand on Hyunjin's shoulder. "Hey, you won't know unless you try," he said encouragingly. "And honestly, it looks like there's a strong chance she reciprocates your feelings."

The other members nodded in agreement. Minho added, "And if it doesn't go as planned, we'll be here to support you. But you'll always wonder 'what if' if you don't take the shot."

Hyunjin sighed, knowing they were right. "Okay, okay, you've convinced me," he relented. "But how do I even ask her out? We barely have any alone time, and our schedules are insanely busy."

Changbin chuckled, a scheming glint in his eyes. "Leave that to us," he said mysteriously. "We'll help you find the perfect moment to ask her out. Just trust us."

Hyunjin's eyes widened in mild concern. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that," he muttered. "But I guess I have no choice. Just don't do anything crazy, okay?"

The members exchanged grins, their minds already formulating a plan.

"Don't worry, Hyunjin," Jeongin assured him. "We've got this. Trust us, and things will work out."

time skip

Days passed and the members had put their plan into action. They meticulously orchestrated moments for Hyunjin and you to be together, making up excuses for you to run errands or rehearse late into the night. These moments, snatched between practices and performances, became precious opportunities for Hyunjin and you to get closer.

During these encounters, Hyunjin discovered new details about you—your favorite snacks, your sense of humor, and even the way you hummed to yourself when you thought no one was listening. Each piece of information only deepened his affection for you.

You, too, found yourself growing fond of Hyunjin's playful spirit, his unwavering determination, and his passion for his craft. Their conversations grew more intimate, and the glances they exchanged became more meaningful. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, adding to the mounting tension.

Meanwhile, the members watched the blossoming relationship with satisfied grins, proud of their handiwork in bringing them closer together. Though they knew the path wouldn't be without obstacles due to their demanding careers, they also believed in the purity of Hyunjin's feelings and your evident affection for him.

One evening, under the guise of an errand, the members shooed Hyunjin and you out of the dorms. You two found yourselves walking down a quiet street, the night air cool against their skin. The silence was filled with an undertone of anticipation.

You glanced over at Hyunjin, who was uncharacteristically quiet. You playfully nudged his shoulder. "You seem deep in thought," you remarked, your eyes reflecting the light from the streetlamps.

Hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just thinking about... stuff," he replied vaguely. Realizing how vague he sounded, he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, there's just a lot on my mind with our upcoming schedule and promotions, you know?"

You nodded, understanding the demands of their career. "Yeah, I know how that feels. It's relentless, and sometimes it feels like there's not enough time to breathe," you said, your gaze wandering up to the night sky.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, looking up at the stars as well. "It's hard to juggle everything—our health, our work, our relationships... It sometimes feels like there's not enough of me to go around," he confessed.

You turned to look at him, your expression softened by the moonlight. "But you're doing really well," you reassured him. "You always put in your best, and it shows. The fans love you for a reason, you know?"

Hyunjin felt a pang in his chest at her words. They were simple, yet they meant more to him than you could imagine. "Sometimes, it doesn't feel like it's enough," he murmured, his gaze dropping. "There's always room for improvement, always something more I could've done better."

You gently took his arm, gently turning him to look at you. "Hyunjin, listen to me," you said firmly. "You're human. You can't be perfect all the time, and that's okay. Your fans, your group, and...I...we don't expect you to be. We just want you to be well and happy."

Hyunjin's breath hitched in his throat as he registered your words, the unexpected inclusion of “I” making his heart skip a beat. He stared into your eyes, their sincerity and concern clear. "But sometimes... sometimes I feel like I'm just not enough," he confessed, the vulnerability in his voice evident.

Your expression softened further, your gaze filled with understanding. "Hyunjin, you're more than enough," you insisted. "For your fans, for your group, and for..." You trailed off, realizing the implications of your words, then continued, your cheeks slightly flushed, "And for me too. You're more than enough."

Those words hit Hyunjin like a wave, their weight and honesty overwhelming. He stared at you, silent for a moment as he processed your words. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "You really mean that?"

You looked at him directly, your gaze unwavering. "Of course, I do," you said firmly. "Hyunjin, you're talented, hardworking, and so much more. You're not just enough; you're extraordinary."

Hyunjin's heart swelled with her words, the emotions he'd been holding back for so long threatening to overflow. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. "You always know what to say, don't you?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, the touch soft and intimate.

Your breath caught in your throat, the feel of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him through your lashes, your heart drumming in your chest. "I just say what I feel," you whispered, your eyes locked with his, the world around them fading into background noise.

The air between them was charged with a mix of tension and desire. Hyunjin's gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, the desire to close the gap between them almost palpable. "Y/n," he began, his voice a low rumble, "There's something...something I've wanted to say to you for a while now..."

Your heart fluttered at the intensity in his eyes. You could feel something big was about to happen. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely audible, your gaze never leaving his.

Hyunjin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He took a deep breath, gathering all his courage. "I..." He swallowed again, his thumb still gently tracing your jawline. "I really like you, Y/n. A lot more than a friend. I've been trying to find the right moment, the right words, but I just... I just can't keep it inside anymore."

Your heart was now racing uncontrollably. You had suspected that something more than platonic feelings had developed between them, but hearing him say it out loud was a different thing altogether. You looked at him, your eyes wide, heart so full you thought it might burst. "Hyunjin..." you murmured, his name a soft sigh on your lips.

Hyunjin's heart pounded in his chest, awaiting her response, hoping against hope that he hadn't misinterpreted things. He moved his hand from your jawline to cup your face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said softly. "I just...I wanted you to know how I feel."

Your heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. Love, affection, gratitude... all of them poured out of you in a single syllable. "Hyunjin..." you repeated, your voice soft and trembling. You brought your own hand up, placing it over his, on your cheek, reveling in the warmth of his touch.

"I... I like you too."

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Cat's Cradle

Summary: On request from their mom, Hecate's children needed help from Will. What should have been a easy test turned into something much more than that, and Leo is left taking care of a pet no one expected. Word Count: 4,000 words

A/N: This is my longest fic ever, with at least two more parts to it. As always, a huge thank you to my fiancee, @just-some-teag for proof reading this and giving insight. I couldn't have finished this without you.

Will glanced up as the door to the infirmary banged open, Lou Ellen looking frazzled. He was on his feet before she had even fully crossed the threshold, reaching automatically for his bag. 

“No injuries, Will, not this time,” She hurried to reassure him. “We need a different kind of help this time.” Will sat back down at his desk, gesturing for Lou Ellen to take a seat. Will had learned over the years never to agree to help until he had all the details. He had blindly agreed to too many things and ended up in a sticky situation. Lou Ellen sank down into the chair opposite Will, tucking a leg underneath her. 

“What’s up?” Will asked. 

“Remember my mom came to camp last week?” Lou Ellen asked. Will nodded. Seeing gods at camp might be more common nowadays than it was in the past, but it still causes quite a stir when one shows up.

Lou Ellen continued, “Well, she was asking for our help; she heard from Hermes of the possibility of a liquid that could temporarily give the drinker powers of various animals.”

“So, a potion?” Will asked, dubious. 

“No- not a potion, it’s more like a…. Okay, yeah, a potion,” Lou Ellen admitted, rolling her eyes at Will as he laughed. 

“So, what did your mom need your help with?” Will asked. 

“Hermes wouldn’t tell her how to make the potion, so she asked us to help her figure it out. We think we figured it out; our tests so far have worked, but they have been on other animals and not humans, which is, in fact, our target demographic. But because every single one of us worked on it, Mom doesn't think we can ingest it. She said that because we used our abilities to create it- our magic, if you will- it just won’t affect us. We need to test this before using it on other campers, but we can’t test it. I know it’s a lot to ask, and if I had any other choice, I wouldn’t be here, but you are both the most experienced year-rounder and also the calmest one here.”

“Yeah, I’ll be your guinea pig,” Will responded, pushing himself to stand up again. 

“Oh, really, Will? You are the best!” Lou Ellen exclaimed, rushing to embrace Will. He laughed and hugged her back. 

“Just let me tell Leo where I’m going, and then I’m all yours,” Will said, grabbing his sweater from the hook and shrugging into it easily. He led the way to the Bunker, ducking under assorted half-finished projects scattered across the Bunker. 

“Hey, Solace! Hey, Lou!” Leo’s muffled voice came from behind a large piece of sheet metal. His head popped into view a moment later, oil smeared across his face and a grin on his face. 

“Hey Leo, Lou needs my help with some stuff, so I’ll be in Cabin 20 if you need me. “ Will said, gesturing to Lou Ellen as he spoke. 

“Okay—I’ll head there once I’m done here. I’ll probably be another few hours anyway. “ Will nodded, stepping closer to kiss Leo.

“Since you're on shift in the infirmary tonight, I was thinking I could join you?” Leo murmured against Will’s lips. “ We haven’t had time just us in forever.” 

“It’s been five days, and if you keep this up, Chiron will yell at us again, and that is an experience I do not want to repeat ever again,” Will retorted, smiling as he said it. 

“He’ll only yell at us if he catches us, and I happen to have a valid reason to visit the infirmary this time, thank you very much,” Leo said, matching Will’s grin. Will snorted, reaching out and snagging Leo’s belt loops with his thumbs, using his new grip to pull Leo closer to him. 

“And what is that very valid reason?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at Leo. The son of Hephaestus grinned wider, leaning in to whisper in Will’s ear. 

“I have a burn that needs to be monitored overnight,” Will rolled his eyes.

“Leo, you are literally immune to fire,” He pointed out. Leo laughed. 

“But Chiron doesn’t know that,” He argued. 

“Hi. Still here, by the way,” Lou Ellen interjected awkwardly. 

“Shit, sorry, Lou,” Will apologized, his face red. Leo just laughed, throwing her a wink over his shoulder. Lou Ellen chuckled, rolling her eyes at Leo. Will pulled Leo closer to him,  ducking his head slightly to kiss the shorter demigod. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” He asked, releasing his hold on Leo’s jeans. Leo nodded, grinning as he shouted at Will and Lou Ellen’s backs, 

“Hey Lou! Try not to turn my boyfriend into a dog- I’m allergic,” Lou snorted, flipping Leo off behind her back without even looking at him. Lou Ellen fell into step beside Will, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as they made their way across the green to Cabin 20. 

“What’s up, Lou?” Will asked, catching her eye. 

“It’s nothing really. I don’t even know how to word it without sounding mean. I’m genuinely curious, though, I promise,” Will turned to her, raising an eyebrow quizzically. 

“So, you and Valdez? How did that happen?” Lou Ellen asked. Will smiled softly. 

“It was after Gaeia, actually. He was stuck in the infirmary for almost four weeks, and after the initial craze of injuries died down, he was stuck in bed with no one else besides me and my siblings. He couldn’t get out of bed, so all he had to do was annoy me,” the son of Apollo starts. “After the first week, most of the issue wasn’t how quickly his body was healing but keeping him entertained. I started bringing things in for us to do together: games I begged from Hermes Cabin, a goldfish Percy found… somewhere and asked Leo to take care of while he went to school, and bandages that needed to be rolled, I even begged Chiron to find us cookies to decorate, anything I thought would keep Leo’s hands and mind busy while his legs healed.

“Somewhere in those four weeks, it went from wanting to keep Leo’s mind entertained to wanting to see him smile, knowing I made him smile. I started dreading the day he was well enough to leave because I wasn’t sure how it would translate outside of the walls of the infirmary. I felt awful about that, but it was so easy being there, and I didn’t want to lose what we had,” he continues. “Then, a few days before Leo was supposed to leave, he was in an awful mood. He was grumpy and snippy with me and wouldn’t tell me why. When he threw a bandage at my head, I sat on his bed and told him I wasn’t moving until he told me what exactly his problem was. It took another 40 minutes, but it turns out I can also be very annoying when I want to be, and he eventually caved. He was feeling the exact same way- and neither of us knew how to express it.”

“And then you kissed him?” Lou Ellen guessed. Will snorted.

“No, then I called him an idiot, to which he responded by yelling at me in Spanish for 10 minutes straight. Then, he kissed me,” Will finished with a grin. Lou Ellen grinned at the son of Apollo, bumping his shoulder with her own. 

“I’m glad you guys got together. People were unsure when the news broke- Leo is a bit more chaotic than they expected you to end up with, but I think you guys work well together. You calm him down a bit, and he makes you laugh. I think you guys are good together,” Will flashed Lou a smile at her words, following her up the steps to Cabin 20. She opened the door with a flourish, announcing to her siblings, “I present to you- our test subject!” Will grinned at her siblings, waving at Peggy, the youngest camper. 

“Hey, Will!” Cabin 20 chorused. Oliver grabbed a chair and set it in the middle of the room, gesturing for Will to take a seat. 

“Took you long enough, Lou,” Graeme, one of the oldest of Hecate’s children, grumbled. He had a bottle with a stopper held in his hand. 

“I'm sorry. We had to stop by the bunker so Solace could tell Valdez where he’d be,” Lou smiled at her brother. 

“My fault, really. Got distracted by Leo,” Will offered, smiling apologetically at Graeme. The older son of Hecate gave Will a smile as Will sat in the offered chair. 

“Okay, Will. Here’s how this is going to work. Based on our tests, it doesn’t take a lot of the liquid-” 

“Potion,” Will interjected. Lou Ellen glared at him. 

“Fine. It doesn’t take much of the potion to give you the attributes. Our tests were on animals, but I did Iris message Annabeth, who helped me convert it to a human-size dose. So uh, if this doesn't work- I blame Annabeth,”  the eldest daughter of Hecate grumbled.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that if it goes poorly,” Will teased with a cheeky smile. 

“Thanks, Will. That’s definitely what I wanted to hear,” Lou Ellen deadpanned, reaching a hand out to Graeme, who handed the bottle over to her willingly. Lou Ellen pulled a cup from a bag on the floor, pouring a small amount from the bottle into the glass.

The potion swirled around the glass, shifting colours from a deep purple to pink to blue. Will eyed it, a little unsure of the colour, before downing it in one gulp. Lou Ellen took the glass from Will’s hand, placing it on the table, before turning back to Will. 

“How do you feel?” She asked, sitting at his feet, twisting to face Will. Will took his time before answering, wanting to be as honest as possible. 

“I don’t really feel different; there’s some tingling in my legs but nothing else,” He answered. Lou Ellen nodded, crossing the room to write something down in a journal on the desk. Her siblings followed her, crowding around her. 

“Just give us a minute, Will. We need to write this down.” 

“No rush,” Will said easily, yawning as a sudden surge of tiredness swept through him.

He closed his eyes, letting the murmur of voices in the background lull him to sleep. It felt like he had just closed his eyes when he was startled awake by a loud, “Oh shit- Lou! You need to see this,” from Graeme, and Will blinked his eyes open. 

“Shit,” Lou Ellen was squatting in front of the chair Will fell asleep, green eyes wide. 

“Hey, Will,” Lou smiled at him, though he could see how tense she was. 

“So something went wrong, and don’t panic- we’re going to fix it. I just need you to stay calm, okay? So, instead of giving you the strength of a lion, it made you into a housecat? I’m going to be honest: I have no clue how this happened. I’m gonna pick you up now, okay?” Lou Ellen asked him. Will sat up and blinked at her, cocking his head to the side. She reached out and slid a hand under his belly, lifting him gently, tucking him securely against her chest, sitting at the chair at the desk. 

“Aww, he’s so cute,” Peggy gushed, clasping her hands in front of her chest. 

“Peggy,” Graeme scolded. 

“ What?’ He is cute; what’s the problem with me saying it?” She argued

“The problem with you saying that is that he’s supposed to be human.” 

“Oh, I'm sorry, Will. You just make a cute kitten,” Peggy rushed to reassure Will, who meowed indignantly. 

“She’s right, you know. You do make a very cute kitten,” Lou Ellen teased him. Will swatted at her half-heartedly. Lou Ellen laughed, shifting him to sit more comfortably on her lap. 

“Okay- Oliver, go Iris, message Annabeth and ask her for help. Graeme, you and Peggy, go tell Chiron what’s happened. Jane-” A blonde girl popped her head up from the bed, where she was curled up reading. She blinked her eyes slowly at the sight of the kitten curled up in her sister’s lap. 

“Since when do we have a cat?” She asked. Lou Ellen snorted. 

“No, this is Will.” 

“Will, like Apollo cabin Will? Like gay Will,” Jane asked. Lou Ellen nodded to answer her sister’s question. 

“No, that Will is a human. This is a cat,” Jane dismissed Lou Ellen’s claim with a sigh. 

“No, this is that Will. We accidentally turned him into a cat. We’re working on it. I need you to go pray to Mom to see if she has any advice for us,” Lou Ellen ordered her sister. Jane glanced at Will one more time before closing her book and tossing it gently on her bed. She headed out the door, glancing over her shoulder at Lou Ellen, who was petting Will gently. As the door shut, Lou Ellen sighed. 

“We are in so much trouble,” she muttered under her breath, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. Will nosed his way between her fingers, licking her thumb gently, purring. 

“Will- you’re glowing, dude,” Lou Ellen stared at the kitten curled around her hand. Will meowed softly, bumping his head against her thumb. Lou Ellen opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Shit,” Lou Ellen swore, scooping Will up and tossing him onto the top bunk of the bed closest to them. 

“Stay there- Don’t make a sound,” she hissed, sounding very frantic. Will lay down obediently, curling his tail around his body. Lou Ellen walked to the door, trying very hard to look nonchalant; she failed. Will could see her hands shaking from his perch. She opened the door, and Leo stepped inside. He wore his trademark smile, though Will could see the nerves that lay beneath it. He was chewing his lips, and he kept glancing around the cabin. 

“Where’s Will?” Leo all but demanded, lip trembling between his teeth. Will ached to go to him, to pull Leo into his arms and soothe him. Reassure him that everything was fine, and they were safe, and that Will wasn’t a cat. But Will had to trust Lou Ellen to reassure his boyfriend when he could not. 

“Leo, I promise he’s okay. There was a slight mishap with the test on Will, but I promise he’s alright. He’s safe, I swear on the Styx. Just let me explain, yeah?” Leo stared at Lou Ellen, dark eyes searching for any sign of deception. Finding none, he nodded and sat stiffly in a chair. Lou pulled a chair to sit in front of him, picking at her hands. 

“So, our goal was to give him the strength of a lion, right? Well, something went wrong, and instead of giving him the strength of a lion, it turned him into a cat.” 

“You turned my boyfriend into a lion?” Leo yelped, eyes widening.

“No, no! He’s not a lion. He’s, well, let me just show you,” Lou Ellen answered. She stood and crossed quickly to the bed where Will lay waiting. She reached up, scooping Will up easily, carrying him over to Leo. She held him out silently. Leo reached out with a trembling hand, stroking along Will’s head. Will immediately leaned into the touch, purring loudly. 

“He glows,” Leo whispered. Lou Ellen nodded, handing Will to Leo willingly. 

“Hey, Will. You doing alright?” Leo murmured, holding the cat close. Will purred louder, tucking his head into Leo’s neck. The soft glow brightened, casting shadows across Leo’s face. 

“You glow when you purr?” Leo questioned, slightly incredulous. Will purred, nuzzling closer to Leo. The son of Hephaestus glanced up at Lou Ellen, who was bent over a thick book, muttering to herself. 

“Now what?” He asked. Lou Ellen sighed, pushing her dark hair behind her ear. 

“Will’s the only child of Apollo here currently. Take him back to his cabin and stay with him. It’ll probably be more comfortable for Will. I have my siblings working on fixing this; as soon as we find anything, one of us will come to find you guys and let you know,” Leo nodded, standing up and gently tucking Will into his pocket. 

“Let’s go, kitten,” He murmured, stepping out of Cabin 20 and crossing over to Cabin 7 as quickly as possible. 

He entered the empty cabin, closing the door behind him. He crossed to Will’s bed, placing Will down gently. Will climbed onto the pillow, curling up. He watched Leo pace in front of the bed, gnawing on his lip. Will meowed at Leo, standing up and moving to the edge of the bed. Leo glanced at Will, forcing a smile onto his face.

“It’ll be okay, Will. Lou will fix it and get you to stop being a cat. I got you; we’re safe here,” Leo promised, still pacing. Will sighed softly, stretching out his front legs and meowing louder. Leo crossed the room to soothe him.

“You’ll be okay, I promise,” Leo murmured, scratching at Will’s ear. Will nipped gently at Leo’s thumb, using his teeth to pull insistently at Leo’s hands. 

“What do you need?” Leo asked, following Will willingly. He crawled onto the bed, laying down on his side, facing Will. 

“What do you need, kitten?” Leo asked. He rested his hand on the bed between them, and Will immediately curled around his hand, purring. 

“Hold on, did you just doctor me, even though you're stuck as a cat?” Leo questioned. Will purred louder. 

“You are very small,” Leo marvelled, petting him softly. Will meowed, preening underneath Leo’s hands. Will stood and climbed onto Leo’s chest easily. He started kneading Leo’s shirt, tucking himself under Leo’s chin. Leo rested his hand on Will, rolling to lay on his back, taking care not to dislodge the kitten on his chest. Will curled himself into a ball and purred even louder, the glow he was emitting getting brighter with the intensity of his purrs. Leo chuckled softly, closing his eyes as he felt the vibrations against his skin. 

Leo was almost asleep when he heard feet pounding against the steps to Cabin 7. He was on his feet before they could knock, holding Will securely against his chest. He opened the door to Lou Ellen, looking profoundly more frazzled than when they had left her. 

 “Did you do it?” Leo demanded, stepping aside to let her into Will’s cabin. 

“I think so—Jane talked to Mom, who figured something out. Between Mom and Annabeth, this should undo it,” she brandished a spray bottle full of a green liquid. 

“A spray bottle, really, Lou?” Leo questioned. She flushed

“It was the only empty, clean container any of us had. So unless you wanted us to take the time to handwash a different container, this was our only option.” 

“Fair enough. And Lou- you’re sure this will work?” Leo asked, automatically holding Will closer to his chest like he could protect him with love. 

Lou Ellen sighed, “Honestly? No. We didn’t have time to test this. But I can say that it won’t make it worse, at least. Trust me, Leo, I’m not thrilled about this. But this is our best chance of undoing the whole cat thing without causing permanent changes.

“This way, at least, if it doesn't work, it doesn't change anything, and we can just try again,” Lou Ellen answered. Leo frowned, glancing down at the kitten watching him intently, blue eyes laser-focused on his own.

“What do you think, kitten? Want to give it a try? Or would you rather stay as a cat where you can’t talk back or scold me when I make poor decisions?” Leo questioned. Will hissed at him, swatting the demigod with his paw. 

“That’s a no then,” Lou Ellen laughed, stepping closer to Will and Leo. 

“Maybe put him on the bed?” She suggested. Leo lifted the kitten to nuzzle his face into the soft fur, pressing a kiss to the top of his furry head. He then placed the kitten on the bed. He took two steps, and he was now behind Lou Ellen. 

“He would have never let me do that if he were human—I’m taking full advantage of this to give him the affection he won’t let me give him normally,” Lou Ellen snorted, stepping closer to Will. 

“Ready?” She asked softly. Will sat up, cocking his head to the side. He meowed loudly. 

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Lou Ellen laughed, raising the spray bottle and spraying a fine mist over Will. 

A bright light engulfed the kitten, blocking everyone’s view of the transformation. Inside the light, Will could feel his bones start to lengthen and thicken to his human height. His back paws elongate, the ankle joint shifting to meet the pad on his heel. The base of his foot widened and lengthened to the size he was familiar with, and his toes grew a little to match a human foot, with his claws flattening out and growing shorter to match his nails. The bones in his legs shift, making it so that Will’s instead sitting with his legs in a “w” on the bed.

The son of Apollo’s forelegs become more solid, the paws on it widening to fit the size of the palm of his hand. The toes become longer, the bones inside them splitting and creating joints. His claws come out to flatten and grow short to fit his nails. Will shook his head, his snout going back into his face and his ears relocating to the side of his head instead of resting on top of it. The fur all over him retracted, and the hair on his head grew to its regular length. Will's light covering faded, and he sat there on the bed, his eyes adjusting to the light level in the cabin.

“Will?” Leo questioned softly, stepping closer to his partner. Will lifted his head, blinking slowly. He smiled at Leo, reaching a hand to him. 

“Hey, Leo,” He said. 

“Will!” Leo launched himself at Will, knocking the taller man flat on his back, clinging to him. 

“Hey there, Leo. It’s alright,” Will murmured, tracing his hand up and down Leo’s spine. 

“We’re alright, promise. No more cats here,” Will promised. Leo laughed wetly, shoving his face into the crook of Will’s neck. 

“You were a very cute cat.” He whispered, sniffling. 

“Lou Ellen, what exactly are you planning on doing with both your potions?” Will asked over Leo’s head. 

“We’ll probably put them with some of the other concoctions we’ve made- if we ever have to go to war again, it’ll be useful. Also, it might deter certain cabins from pranking us if they know we can turn them into cats,” Lou Ellen sent a mischievous grin in Will's direction. Will snorted, wrapping an arm around Leo. 

“Thanks for all your help, Lou.” 

“Anytime, Solace. Sorry, we turned you into a cat!” Lou called over her shoulder as she headed to the door, shutting it firmly behind her. 

“You okay? Will murmured into Leo’s hair, resting his hands on the smaller man’s hips. Leo drew his knees up to rest on either side of Will’s hips, tucking himself closer to Will. He nodded, lifting himself up on his elbows to kiss Will, lips burning against the Son of Apollo’s. Will gasped slightly, returning Leo’s kiss with as much fervor as Leo gave. 

“Someone is eager to see me,” Will whispered against Leo’s mouth.

“Missed you,” was all Leo said. Will chuckled. 

“I take it you prefer me as a human compared to a cat then?” Will asked. 

“Absolutely,” Leo responded, pressing his hips, relishing in the low growl Will let slip out. 

“I’m glad,” Will murmured, lifting his head to kiss Leo again.

[cloverthecactus]

Assistance [Peter B Parker x gn!reader]

summary: peter and his wife split after having their first child, mayday. peter has custody of mayday and comes to her daycare teacher for guidance/help/assistance

warnings: none (purely assistance for peter and mayday)

word count: 1.7k

notes:

not proofread, just plug and post

intentional use of lowercase letters with capital letters being used for certain words, phrases and letters.

no use of y/n (me no like fanfic with y/n)

it was kinda, sorta hard to write as peter so bare with me.

this is not exactly a relationship type of fic

it had been a long day of peter sitting at spider society headquarters and doing nothing but bothering miguel while he worked. peter only bugged miguel because it was the first day that he had been without mayday.

peter and mary jane had recently gotten their second divorce because of peter's carelessness of where mayday is and isn't. because of this, peter enrolled mayday in a nursery so that he knows where she is at all times and so that she doesn't become as stupid as her father and learns something.

an alarm went off in the main building of the headquarters, indicating that day-spiders swapped out with night-spiders. (like shifts)

"well, miguel, it's been fun chatting to ya'. i have to go pick up our child from kindergarten." peter snickered, standing up from a chair placed on the platform in miguel's 'office'

"just leave, peter. AND what do you mean by 'our child' ?" miguel raised his brow as he turned to face peter, annoyed at the male who wore a pink gown to work.

"well, you are always taking care of her..."

"because you always bring her to headquarters and leave her with unreliable people... LIKE HOBIE!"

hobie, who was standing on the floor of the wide office, crossed his hands over his chest and watched as the two men descended with the platform. "i'd have you know im actually a decent babysitter"

peter chuckled and over exaggeratedly pointed at hobie as he said his statement.

"okay, i get it." miguel rolled his eyes as he stepped off the plaform. "now leave. mayday is waiting for you."

peter sighed exhausted and said his goodbyes to the team, opening a portal and changing out of his suit before picking up mayday. he couldn't have people know he was spiderman... especially after the divorce was such a huge thing because of MJ's reputation.

he sighed as he drove to the daycare. his depression and mental health had rapidly decreased and he knew that if he didn't get his act together, it would affect his relationship with the one he loved the most...

mayday...

peter inhaled a deep breath and forced a red smile on his face as he entered through the door. the jingle of the bell on the door woke you up from your blanked-out state. you held a quiet and sleepy mayday in your hands and peter walked in a bit amazed as she has never been that quiet lately.

"hey mr parker. i was afraid you weren't going to show" you joked, standing with mayday and walking over to the front desk, reaching over to give him mayday's bag and her sign-out form.

"yeah, sorry about that." he chuckled, rubbing his neck as you slowly bounced mayday in your arms and he signed the form and took her bag

"oh no, don't stress about that mr parker. if you feel as though you're going to come fetch her later than normal, just call ahead." you smiled and handed mayday to peter. a loud cry erupted from her mouth as he landed in his arms. he tried to lightly bounce her quiet but failed and the small girl in his hands began to reach out to you again. he looked at you and nod, indicating it was okay for you to take her again.

you held the girl in your arms again and slowly began shushing the girl, bouncing and rocking her back and forth in your arms. she slowly stopped crying and smiled as she laid against your chest.

peter raised a brow at you and gestured for mayday to go back into his arms, and when you gave her to peter, she burst into tears again. peter released an exhausted sigh and bounced her in his arms as you did.

"oh, let me guide you" you smiled and took mayday's bag from his hand and set it on the desk. you stood behind peter and guided his hands underneath his daughter and told him where to support her in order for her to feel comfortable. once he held her the way you told him to, you began guiding his movements.

"okay, now slowly rock your arms back and forth while tapping your hand against her back softly and at a rhythmic pace." you spoke softly and stood aside to watch him do what you had instructed.

mayday slowly stopped her loud cries and stuffed her head into peter's chest, and stayed silent. she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep. peter looked down at her and up at you, amazed by what had happened.

"how'd you do that?" he asked with a genuine smile on his face.

"when working in childcare for years, you pick up a few tips and tricks" you softly chuckled and turned off all the lights and electronic devices.

you were the only one left at your daycare. you sent your workers home when the daycare closed and you had to stay an hour longer because peter showed up late.

"i do apologise about being late. the hours at work are a bit harsh and with my ex-wife not being able to take care of her-" peter sighed and took back her backpack from you. "its just a lot of strain on me." you smiled softly and offered to walk the man and his daughter out. "it's alright mr parker."

"call me peter" he returned your soft smile and accepted your offer. you lead him out and turned off all the lights before locking the door and putting on the alarm.

you walked peter to his car and helped him set an extremely sleepy mayday into her cat seat. "now cover her with her blanket-" you spoke softly and looked over his shoulder as you instructed him. he put her teddy between her arms and shut the car door to talk to you.

"thank you for this." he extended his hand to shake yours. "its no problem at all. i know all the struggles of being a single parent." you chuckled softly as you reciprocated the greeting.

"you have kids of your own?" he raised a brow and looked at your hands, seeing if there was an indication that you were married.

'no rings. they're a single parent too...' he thought, reassuring himself.

"oh, no. many of the parents that leave their children at our daycare are single. i helped them with taking care of their kids because it gets tough with work and extra responsibilities. that's why i never had an issue with you coming later than expected." that reassuring smile crept back onto your face which made peter feel more at ease.

although you never knew the struggle of being a single parent, you understood and was offering the help that peter so desperately needed. he glanced back at his young daughter and back at you.

"if you have time, would you mind helping me take care of mayday?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders nervously.

nervous that you would say no and that he would have to struggle alone

you nod your head and smile wide. "sure peter. i wouldn't mind helping you." you pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down your name and personal contact number. "just call and I'll assist or i'll be right over" he nod and pulled you into a gentle hug. you were a bit startled, but you understood the relief he felt to have someone helping him again, so you hugged him back with equal energy and smiled as he said:

"thank you".

after a few minutes of talking to peter, the two of you bid a farewell and went your separate ways.

turns out the house you had recently moved into was directly opposite peter's. this made your job of helping peter with mayday easier