#make it a lil more well rounded 😌

[kindahoping4forever]

I LOOOOOOOVED BLOOD MOON LIT I seriously wish your fics went on forever 😭😭 but honestly I loved the change up from boyfriend!ash (even though it’s my favorite 🫠) and the actual sex was so cute and fun UGH 10/10

Honestly so glad to hear you say you wish they went on forever because more often than not, I worry that I make my fics too long 😂

And I love writing boyfriend!Ash (obviously 🤓) but honestly it was kind of fun and refreshing to write something a bit different! I think that's something I might try challenging myself with a bit more, finding new dynamics to write and play around with in the future (altho lbr most of my WIPs are still boyfriend!Ash so there'll still be plenty of that coming up)

Thank you for such kind and helpful feedback! 🥰🥰

Blood Moon Lit

[puckinghischier]

Jersey Talk

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader finds herself engaging in a lot of jersey talk

notes: part 3 of my lil unnamed nico series!! i loved writing this part and hope you enjoy it as much as i do 🥹 also, i didn’t really proofread so ignore any mistakes. and just a disclaimer, i don’t claim to know everything there is to know about any of the players mentioned in my writing, so if there’s inaccuracies on timelines or personality traits, just ignore them and assume it’s for the plot 😌

p.s.!! i’m thinking about starting a tag list for this/any of my writing i post so if you want to be a part of that, let me know!!

part 1, part 2, part 4

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You absolutely love how foot travel friendly New Jersey is. Coming from an area where foot travel is virtually nonexistent, the change is a welcomed one. You appreciate being able to simply grab your favorite totes, your headphones, and make the fifteen-minute walk to the small corner store. Surely in the winter you’ll feel differently about the five-block trek, but hopefully you’ll have your car by then. For now, the comfortable Autumn air makes the walk enjoyable. The fresh air, the beautiful buildings, and the surprising friendliness of the strangers you pass on the street make you feel like you made the right decision in relocating your life to the garden state.

Luckily this grocery run was fairly light, only needing to pick up some essentials until one of the boys gives you a ride to the larger chain grocery store on one of their upcoming off days. You really just needed the ingredients to make dinner tonight, making good on your promise to be their personal shopper and occasional chef in exchange for a place to live. You even stopped in a small bakery about a block from your apartment and picked up a few assorted pastries for a sweet treat later, knowing how much Luke loves his dessert.

As you walk into the apartment, courtesy of your shiny new key Jack gave you last week, you see both him and Luke on the couch, each with one hand on an iPad held out so both could view the contents on the screen. You assume they’re watching game film, preparing for their game later in the week against the Rangers. Your assumption is confirmed when you hear the unmistakable sound of sticks slapping against pucks and ice coming from the iPad in question.

They’re both so engrossed in the game film on the screen that they have no clue that you’ve even walked through the door. You make your way to the kitchen to unload what’s in your hands, putting away what little groceries you bought. Once you’re finished in the kitchen, you make your way back out into the living room, wanting to catch up with your roommates on how their midday practice had gone. As you walk towards the living area, rounding the loveseat adjacent to the sectional where the boys sit, Luke catches your moving figure from the corner of his eye. His body jerks slightly, clearly startled until he notices its only you.

“Oh my god you just scared the shit out of me,” you hear him exhale, holding his hand to his chest.

You just chuckle as you see Jack whip his head up, confused as to what Luke was referring to until he saw you sitting down, tucking your feet up under your legs to get comfortable.

“When did you get home? Have you been here the whole time?” Jack asks, pausing the game film and sitting the iPad on the small coffee table in the center of the room.

“No, you two were just lost in hockey land when I came in. I went to the corner mart a few blocks down to get stuff to make dinner, then put it all away before coming in here. Thought I’d give you guys a few more minutes before I came in here and interrupted,” you replied, resting your chin on your hands that are placed on the arm of the loveseat.

“Well, you have our full attention now. What’s up?” Jack leans back into the couch once again, stretching his arms above his head.

“Just wanted to talk to my boys. See how practice went today. Figure out how you guys are going to fare against the Rags,” you throw in a small dig at their biggest rival team.

“The Rags? Since when do you participate in hockey talk?” Luke chimes into the conversation, laughing slightly at your attempt to assimilate into the world of hockey.

“Since I overheard a conversation at this cute little bakery down the street. While I was waiting in line there was a man in front of me with a Devils hat on and the guy working the counter was asking him about his thoughts on the game this week. He was talking about how much he wishes ‘the boys can pull their heads out of their asses and beat the damn Rags’ and I thought it was funny. Figured I should probably adopt the local vernacular if I want to fit in around here. You know, participate in the Jersey talk,” you recall with a shrug of your shoulders.

The two brothers let out a little chuckle at your story, amused at your attempt to insert yourself into their world. The two of them and Quinn taught you a lot about how hockey is played and the rules over the years, but their hope of you fully getting involved in all of the aspects of hockey and the fanbase quickly dissolved. They would sit and force you to watch reruns of games with them over the summer at the lake, and you would sit there and whine because of how badly you wanted to go out on the boat or drive the golf cart down to the local ice cream shop, not listening to a single word the trio would say to you. Once you made the decision to move in with the two youngest brothers, you figured you should probably put a little more effort into the whole hockey fan experience, considering you would likely be attending games on a regular basis.

“Well, we’ve been preparing for the Rags, so that old man in the bakery can rest easy knowing we’re working our asses off, which our heads aren’t in, by the way,” Jack speaks, correcting the stranger’s statement.

“Yeah, we’re doing really well, actually. We keep splitting the team up and forcing one half to mimic the Rangers and some of their techniques, so we’re actually getting really good at stopping them from getting the puck into our zone. Plus, our goalies are putting out some insane stops during practice, so I really think we’ve got this in the bag,” Luke adds, excited to showcase their hard work.

You’ve noticed that practices must have been hard for the boys this week. A lot of naps and ibuprofen consumed. You haven’t really seen much of them, if you’re being honest. They’re usually gone by the time you wake up in the mornings and so tired by the time they come home that they go straight to the couch or their bedrooms and fall asleep. By the time they wake up from their naps you’re usually already cooking dinner, at least getting to chat a bit while you cook. After finishing dinner they’re back to the couch, watching game film or heading back to the arena for various events and strategy meetings. They go to bed fairly early, considering all of their early morning starts, so evenings are usually spent in your room by yourself watching tv or catching up with your friends back home. You suppose you should get used to spending time by yourself, though, knowing you’ll be here by yourself more often than not during the season.

They had a game in Boston a few days prior, leaving you with your apartment to yourself for the first time in the two weeks you’ve lived with them. They were only gone for one night, but it was definitely lonely. You really haven’t been here long enough to have an abundance of people to call up anytime Jack and Luke were unavailable, so you had passed the time by exploring the area around your apartment complex a little, finding the perfect park to go sit at to soak up some much-needed sunshine. You couldn’t hide your excitement when the two brothers returned home the next evening, though. You got up from the couch and ran over to the door, ready to greet them and ask them all about the game (you had watched it on tv, but you really just wanted to talk to someone after a full day with no one’s company but your own), but you were greeted with tired eyes and frowns, despite their win the previous night. You simply gave each of them a hug and then sent them off to bed, knowing once they got some sleep they would be up for conversation.

This is why, right now, even though you have zero knowledge of what preparing for a rival hockey game consists of, you’re taking in every word the two have to offer about the subject. You’re just happy to have a few uninterrupted minutes to sit and talk with them.

“Good! That’s great! Really…good,” you say, giving a thumbs up and awkward smile after failing to come up with a better response to Luke’s statements.

Luke just laughs, appreciating your attempts at interest in their jobs.

“You’re coming to the game, right? We put back a ticket for you, but if you can’t make it that’s okay, too. Got you a pretty sick seat, though. Glass seat, right beside the net,” Jack reveals, raising his eyebrows a bit, as if trying to convince you.

“Of course I’ll be there, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” you exclaim, a little offended at the mere thought you’d skip out on such a big game for them.

“You won’t be disappointed, I swear. We’re gonna kick some major Rags ass,” Luke adds, excitement showing at the idea of you being in the crowd.

“The real question here shouldn’t be if I’m coming to the game or not. It’s whose jersey am I going to wear?” you throw out, poking fun at the two.

“Pshh, c’mon that one’s a no brainer. You’ll obviously wear mine, I’m your favorite,” Jack waves off your words, fully confident that you’ll agree with him.

“I don’t know, Rowdy. I feel like plenty of people will have 86 jerseys on. It is Moose’s rookie season, maybe I should wear his so he feels included.”

“Yeah, dickhead. You have a whole arena full of people wearing your number, she should wear mine. We all know it’s the better number anyways,” Luke retorts.

Jack rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to fire back an insult at Luke, but he’s cut off by a knock at the door. You look over at the two boys to see if they know who might be at the door, but both of their faces mirror your confused look. So much for your uninterrupted time with them.

“Did you guys invite someone over? Or should I be worried that there’s a murderer standing on the other side of our door right now,” you ask.

“Well first of all I don’t think a murderer would knock on the door. They would probably pick the lock or something. Isn’t the whole point of murdering someone to do it when they don’t see it coming?” Jack responds, standing up. “Second of all, it’s probably just Nico. I had mentioned watching game film together at practice earlier and he told me he’d see how he was feeling later. Kinda forgot about it, if I’m being honest, but this is around the time he wakes up from his post-practice nap.”

You sit up a little straighter when Jack mentions his teammate and captain. You hadn’t seen him since your first night in town about two weeks ago. You’d caught little bits of information about him in passing from both Jack and Luke, but tried to keep your questions about him to a minimum. The two of you were still practically strangers, not having had any reason to communicate after that night. You assume he’s been as busy as Jack and Luke, coming and going far more than you. Still, you’re surprised you haven’t even run into him once. You figure his captain duties keep him far busier than even Luke and Jack.

You hear the front door open and then two sets of voices making their way down the short hallway. You look over to see Nico in a hoodie and sweats, a hat hiding his long hair. You think back to that night at the bar when his hair was uncovered and he was having to push it out of his eyes for most of the night, wishing you could catch a glimpse of the brown locks right now. The two were continuing their short conversation from the door, so Nico had yet to acknowledge you or Luke yet. You look away, starting to pick at a loose thread on your socks, knowing you needed to avert your eyes before you were caught staring.

Unknown to you, Luke had already noticed your stare, observing how fixated you were on his captain. You look over to find Luke staring at you, an undecipherable expression on his face. You give him a puzzled look, as if to say ‘what?’ and he responds by simply shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders a bit.

“Oh, hey you two. How’s it going?” Nico’s voice pulls you from your silent conversation with Luke, noticing Jack was no longer next to him.

“Hey, man. How was your nap? Your shoulder okay?” Luke asks him, adjusting his body slightly on the couch to make room for Nico to sit down.

You turn your head to look at Nico once again, a small hint of worry surfacing. He doesn’t look injured? His arm isn’t in a sling or anything, and he’s not holding it in pain. You watch as he sits down to see if even the smallest wince makes its way across his face as his back comes to rest against the plush cushions. If he’s in any sort of pain, he’s not letting it show in his actions.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. Don’t give yourself that much credit, kid. You don’t hit nearly as hard as you think you do,” Nico chuckles, taking his hand and tapping Luke on the knee a few times.

“Trying to hurt your captain before a huge game, Luke?” you speak for the first time since Nico entered the apartment. “Maybe I should wear Jack’s jersey on Saturday.”

“I knew it! See, my jersey is clearly the better choice, Moose. Sucks to suck, huh?” Jack interjects with a grin, walking from the direction of the kitchen, glass of water in hand.

“Now c’mon, Y/N, that isn’t even fair. It was an accident!” Luke cries out. “We were running drills and I was trying to stop, but I misjudged and ran into Nico. He didn’t even hit the glass that hard, you heard him!”he argues, looking between you and his brother.

“All I’m saying is, it won’t look good if the rookie is the reason the captain can’t play against public enemy number one. Then you’ll become public enemy number one, and I can’t be caught at a game wearing the new public enemy’s jersey. I’m already a newcomer, I can’t tarnish my reputation this early,” you hold your hands up in defense.

“What have I just walked into?” Nico asks, eyes darting between the three of you.

“Well, right before you walked in, we were talking about which jersey Y/N was going to wear to the game on Saturday. I told her the obvious choice was mine, but she decided to spew some bullshit about there being too many 86 jerseys already, so she should wear Luke’s since he’s new and needs to feel included,” Jack uses finger quotes around the last part of his sentence.

“Well, she has a point.”

“See! Even Cap thinks so! That’s it, you’re wearing my jersey, Y/N. Cap’s word is final,” Luke leans back, taking in his assumed victory.

Your mind wanders back to Nico’s words he spoke to you at the bar a couple of weeks ago, wondering if Luke’s statement includes those words, too.

“Maybe I should be fair and not wear either jersey. Just go down the roster and pick a random name and then buy it,” you joke, watching the brothers widen their eyes like you just told them you ran over their childhood pet.

“That’s…not even funny. How dare you even joke about something so important,” Jack stares at you, seriousness painted on his features.

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s just…that’s just cruel,” Luke emphasizes the last word dramatically.

“I think you should do it. In fact, I have a spare jersey I think you can wear,” Nico adds, looking at you with mischievous eyes.

“Oh, well that actually sounds lovely, Nico, thank you! What better way to show my support at my first Devils game than sporting the captain’s jersey?”

Jack and Luke both turn their heads to glare at their captain sitting between them. If looks could kill, the poor Swiss man would be six feet under right now. The Hughes brothers don’t play around when it comes to their jerseys. You remember when you had gone to one of Luke’s games while he was playing for Michigan, wanting to buy a Michigan jersey in support, but the gift shop had run out of Luke’s number once he announced his contract with the Devils. You knew you could have simply asked him for a jersey, knowing he had several lying around his dorm room, but the trip was supposed to be a surprise.

You were forced to buy a random jersey with some lesser known last name on it, because you still wanted to show up in Michigan attire. You don’t even remember whose name and number it was, but you remember the look on Luke’s face when he saw you during warm ups, going from pure joy to disgust in seconds. He skated off, going to the locker room briefly before returning with a yellow Jersey that he then threw over the glass to your seat, motioning for you to put it on. You just laughed and did as you were told. You’ve had similar arguments with both Jack and Quinn over threatening to wear a teammates jersey over the years, but you just like to poke fun at how protective the three are over you. Jack explained to you that they want you to wear their jersey’s because it shows their teammates that you’re to be left alone, knowing the reputations of their fellow players.

“Cap, please don’t make me kick you out of this apartment right now,” Jack looks at Nico with complete seriousness.

“Maybe I need to work on my body checks in practice tomorrow, Cap,” Luke tries to threaten.

Nico simply laughs, shaking his head at the sudden unity between the two bickering brothers.

“Alright, chill out you two, all jokes. Unless…” You trail off, standing up.

“No, no unless. You’re wearing one of our jerseys, preferably mine. Hey! Where are you going, this is serious!” Jack yells after you as you walk towards the kitchen.

“Unless you want to starve tonight, someone has to start making dinner. Plus, I have some jersey shopping to do,” you say, hearing Nico’s laughter ringing out once more as you enter the kitchen.

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“Hey, Nico! Are you staying for dinner? I need to know how much pasta to make!” you shout from your spot by the stove, having just sat down a large pot of water on the hot eye.

You walk over to the cabinet to grab the box of pasta and a couple jars of sauce, waiting for an answer from the living room. You decided to go with just simple spaghetti and salad tonight, not really in the mood for having to prep a ton of food and spend an hour and a half cooking. Jack will probably complain about the amount of carbs he’s consuming, but he’ll get over it. As if he doesn’t burn enough calories from practice and his personal workouts he does on a daily basis. Luke will just be happy to have something that isn’t chicken, seeing as that’s all you made for the first few days of your new living arrangement, trying to stick to the meal plan Jack had the nutritionist send you.

After the third night of some form of chicken and vegetables, Luke was quick to inform you that no one on the team follows the meal plan so strictly. You also learned that Jack is going through some phase of eating nothing but chicken or steak and brown rice, Luke revealing that’s what the two mostly lived on during the weeks leading up to your move. You had told Luke he should learn to cook for himself, and then he wouldn’t be forced to eat what Jack or you decide to make if he doesn’t like it, but he had rolled his eyes and told you “this was the agreement, right? We won’t let you pay rent, so you told us you would contribute by cooking. So really, I’m just helping you fulfill your roommate duties.”

You still don’t have an answer from the three in the living room. You figure they’re too busy with game film to hear you, so you decide to just make enough for Nico, too. You can always pack up the leftovers and have them for lunch the next few days if needed. You dump what you think to be the proper amount of pasta for four people into the pot once it reaches a boil, then work on pouring the sauce into a pan to let it heat up. You cheated on the salad, too, deciding to just buy two bags of salad mix, dumping the bag into a large bowl and adding the small packets of toppings. You’ve just dumped the now done pasta into the colander in the sink, turning to put the pot back onto the stove to cool off a bit when a voice causes you to nearly drop the hot pot in your hands.

“It smells delicious in here,” Nico announces his presence, walking through the doorway towards the fridge.

You settle yourself before setting the pot down safely on the stovetop before speaking. “You know, I really need to get on ordering those squeaky shoes if I want to avoid a heart attack by 25.”

Turning your body, you see Nico hunched over looking in the fridge, arm reaching towards a water bottle before raising up, flashing you a smile.

“Nah, even if you buy them I wouldn’t wear them. This is like, our thing now. Me sneaking up on you, you getting mad, me getting a good laugh out of it,” he stands back at his full height now.

“How comforting that you find enjoyment out of my jumpiness. Such an admirable trait to have,” you grumble, taking the pasta from the sink and transfer it into the pan filled with sauce. “I was going to ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, seeing as it looks like I made enough to feed the entire team, but I think I’ll just leave you to fend for yourself. See how funny that is.”

This earns another laugh, Nico moving to lean against the counter opposite of you, watching you try to combine the sauce and the pasta without making a giant mess.

“Why don’t you just put it back in the pot you cooked the pasta in. You’ll be able to mix it easier.”

“Because apparently that would have been too easy,” you step back and huff, wondering why you didn’t think of that before you created an overflowing mess of sauce and noodles.

Nico makes his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders to move you out of the way. He picks up the pan and dumps the contents into the pot sitting next to it, not spilling a single drop.

“There, now you can mix it easier and it won’t spill out over the sides and cause an even bigger mess,” he states, placing the dirty pan in the sink behind you.

“Okay, captain chef, next time you’re cooking dinner, since you clearly have more kitchen skills than me,” you tell him, making your way across the kitchen to collect plates to sit on the table.

Nico just chuckles as he watches you grab the plates, sitting one in front of each chair around the small dining table that sits in the kitchen.

“It smells so good in here, please tell me its almost done,” Jack enters the kitchen, Luke trailing behind him.

“It is, just finished actually,” you look up, Nico carrying the pot of steaming pasta from the stove to the table, careful not to drop it.

“Rowdy, grab the salad over there by the sink for me while I grab some forks for everyone,” you move towards the silverware drawer, walking around the Swiss man in your kitchen, having to turn your body slightly as he steps back from the table.

“Well, I better get going, my leftovers aren’t going to heat themselves up,” Nico announces, starting to make his way out of the kitchen.

“Cap, are you crazy? Do you not see how much food Bouy made?” Jack places the bowl of salad next to the pot of pasta, taking his seat at the table.

“Jack, I’m being so serious right now, if you keep using that stupid nickname for me I will sneak laxatives into your protein shakes.” You take the seat across from Jack, Luke falling into the seat to your left.

“Well, as long as it’s okay with Bouy, I’d love to stay.” Nico walks back over to the table, taking the seat next to Jack, smirking while avoiding eye contact with you.

“I know where you live, so the threat extends to you too, Cap” you glare at Nico.

The rest of the meal is mostly filled with talk between the three hockey players, you chiming in here and there, until Jack shifts the topic of conversation to you.

“So, what’s the update with your new job? You have everything lined up and ready to go?”

“Yeah, talked to them earlier today, actually. They said they’d have my office ready in about a week, so I should be starting not long after that.” You shrug, not wanting to bore them with the details of the corporate scene in New Jersey.

“Where are you going to be working?” Nico asks, genuine interest present in his tone, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“I got offered a position with a small publishing company not too far from here, actually. Mostly independent, up and coming authors, but still exciting,” you reveal, perking up a bit at the opportunity to talk about your passion.

“Was super worried I wasn’t going to be able to use my degree after college, seeing as the market for English lit degrees isn’t too wide unless you want to teach. At least, that’s how it is back home. After I graduated and Jack offered the spare room here, I applied to a few positions here in Jersey and a few in New York, willing to make the commute if needed. Only heard back from one place, though. And it just so happened to be a thirty-minute drive from here, so I accepted and started packing,” you explained.

“It was meant to be. The gang back together once again,” Jack beams.

“Well, the gang minus Quinn. The fucker just had to end up in Vancouver of all places,” Luke grumbles, still upset the oldest Hughes is so far away.

“Lucky for us I can work remotely if I ever need or want to, so this summer at the lake we can all be together again,” you try to cheer Luke up, knowing how much he wishes the three brothers could have played on the same team while making their dreams come true.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jack celebrates. “This is going to be the best summer at the lake house yet. We’re all grown, most of us legal drinking age, but don’t worry, we won’t tell if you won’t, Lukey,” Jack winks over at Luke, knowing the underage drinking rule has never really applied in the sacred space of the lake houses, “and we’ll all finally be there together again after, what, like 6 years?”

“It’s been awhile, at least that long,” you try to think back to the last time everyone was there together.

It was the summer before Quinn got drafted. Quinn had signed to play hockey at Michigan a few months before everyone was set to arrive at the summer oasis. You remember being so proud of him. You couldn’t wait to finally see him and congratulate him in person, knowing how hard he had worked for it. You figured things would stay the same for a few more years, expecting him to come home every summer for the next four years before moving on to the NHL. You had no clue that he would be drafted only a summer later and that it would be the beginning of the end for the summers of fun at the lake house.

“Nico, you should come up this summer! It’s always such a good time!” Jack pulls you from your reminiscing.

“I mean, maybe. I’ve been talking to my parents about flying home during the off season this year, since I didn’t make it over there last year. But I could probably come for a few days, at least,” he shrugs his shoulders.

You try to picture Nico at the lake house, hat covering his hair, swim trunks and a t-shirt covering his body. You picture him lounging on the boat in the sun while Jack takes everyone out for a midday ride, finding a secluded spot somewhere on the lake to stop and swim for a while. You picture him trying to wake surf, wondering if he’d be instantly good at it or if he would end up wiping out in the water. You picture him sitting around the fire at night, a light hoodie on to the mask the chill that never fails to make an appearance on Michigan summer nights, the glow from the fire illuminating his face just enough for you to admire him. You picture him with a slight sunburn on his nose, tan skin glowing from being in the sun so often.

You must have been lost in your thoughts for longer than you realized, because you came back to the conversation with several calls of your name from the seat next to you.

“Are you even listening to us anymore? Or do you really not want Cap coming to the lake house?” Luke looks over at you, slightly waving his hand in front of your face.

“What? No,” you say, looking around at the expectant faces surrounding you. “I mean, no I don’t care if he comes. It would be fun, yeah. If he can make it, of course. You heard him, I’m sure he’s excited to see his family.”

“I’m sure I can work something out. Have the best of both worlds. These two have talked about the infamous lake house so much I’m curious to see if it really lives up to all the hype,” Nico leans back, nodding his head towards both Jack and Luke.

“Then its settled! Cap is coming to Michigan this summer!” Jack cheers, throwing his arms up in celebration.

You laugh in response to Jack’s excitement, noticing that everyone seems to be done eating, plates clean and glasses empty. You stand up and start to take some of the dishes to the sink, setting them in there before walking back over to the table.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, I think now would be the best time to tell you that you and Luke have dish duty tonight.” You clear the last of the dishes off the table.

You watch Jack’s face fall, while Luke’s does a sharp turn in your direction. You turn your back to them to walk back over to the counter, opening the cabinet below you to find Tupperware to store the leftovers in.

“On that note, I better get going. Have some laundry I need to get done before practice in the morning,” Nico stands, bringing over a few stray pieces of silverware you seemed to have missed.

“Oh, no you don’t, Cap. You heard her, she cooked, we clean,” Jack turns to look at his captain as he makes his way to the sink.

“No, I said you and Luke have dish duty tonight. Nico’s name was never mentioned. Guests don’t do the dishes, Jack. I know Ellen raised you better than that.”

“Nico is hardly a guest. He’s over here all the time!” Luke chimes in, opening one of the drawers by the sink, grabbing a towel to dry dishes with.

“He doesn’t pay any rent for the apartment, therefore he’s a guest. Just accept your fate, you two. You’ll survive, I promise.” You hand the pot you just emptied to Jack, taking the food in your hands to the fridge a few steps away.

“You don’t pay any rent, and you’re not a guest,” Jack mumbles, hands covered in soapy suds.

“Exactly! That means I don’t do the dishes, either. I knew you’d catch on eventually! And they say you’re just a pretty face,” you shut the fridge door, looking over at Jack with an amused grin.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jack whines.

“C’mon, man, you walked right into that one,” Nico adds, laughing at his teammate.

Jack glares at the taller man. “I thought you said you were leaving, that you had laundry to do or some shit.”

“I am, I am,” Nico throws his hands up in defense.

“I’ll walk you out, Nico. Leave the children to pout while doing their chores,” you jest, walking toward the kitchen’s exit.

“Thanks for dinner, Y/N. Ten times better than whatever I would’ve found in my fridge,” Nico says as you pass through the living room.

“Anytime, Cap,” you use his title, blaming Jack and Luke for the new habit. “After all, I owed you for rescuing me from sleeping in the hallway.”

This earns another one of those laughs you love to hear fall from his mouth, smiling to yourself as he follows you down the small hallway towards the front door.

“I feel like you definitely had to put in more effort on your end of that deal,” he steps through the door you’re holding open.

“I’ll just wait until you owe me a favor, then I’ll make sure to cash in some extravagant request,” you joke, leaning against the door as he stands in the hallway.

“I’ll be eagerly awaiting the day.”

Nico takes his apartment key from his pocket and unlocks his door, opening it and stepping inside, turning around to face you once again, his stance mirroring your own in his own doorway.

“So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday, then?” He stalls a goodbye.

“Yep, I’ll be there. Still deciding which brother I’m going to piss off,” you reference the earlier argument over whose jersey you’ll wear.

“Oh, that reminds me-“ Nico says before propping his door open, leaving you alone in your doorway, confused as to where he could’ve gone.

After about a minute of you standing there, wondering if he was going to come back, he returns, holding a red jersey in his hand.

“Here, figured there’s no sense in you going out and buying one if you really wanted to mess with their heads.”

He hands you the jersey, stepping back into his doorway. You unfold the jersey and notice the big black C on the upper left corner of the jersey. It was a solid red jersey, the team’s symbol in the middle, two black stripes on the forearms of each sleeve, more black accents on the shoulders of the jersey. You look up at him, a little surprised.

“I- I can’t take one of your jerseys, Nico. What if I mess it up, or spill something on it? I’ll just wear one of the ones I have. This looks too nice to risk it,” you attempt to hand the jersey back across the hallway.

“No, I insist. I think it’ll be fun to mess around with them a little. Especially Jack, since he seemed so convinced you were going to wear his. They’ll never even see it coming,” Nico refuses.

You run the idea through your head for a second, thinking about how it would be a funny little dig at the boys. You also think about the implications of wearing a jersey that doesn’t belong to one of Hughes brothers. It’s harmless, though, right? Nico said it was just a fun way to get under their skin. ‘Don’t jump to conclusions, Y/N’ you think to yourself, trying to kick your habit of creative narratives in your head.

“Okay, but if I end up getting kicked out of my apartment I’m knocking on your door to sleep on your couch,” you finally agree.

“My door’s always open for you.”

You look back down to the jersey in your hands to hide the blush that appears on your face at his words. You know you’ve only known him for a short period of time, tonight being the first real chunk of time you’ve spent in his presence, but Nico is making it really hard for you to keep your feelings for him casual. You’ve always had a habit of getting a case of the heart eyes fast, but you’re trying to be normal, for once.

He’s likely just being his normal, personable self and you’re letting every smile and joke go to your head, placing more meaning on them than is warranted. There’s just something about him, though. He’s extremely attractive, for one. But it’s more than that. From all that you’ve learned about him through Jack and Luke, and the easy conversation that has flowed between the two of you from the moment you first spoke to him in the hallway, you can’t lie to yourself and say you’re not drawn to the Swiss captain.

Your mind circles back to the idea of wearing his jersey this weekend and what Jack and Luke will think. What if you seriously hurt their feelings? What if it affects how they play because they’re mad at you? What if they ignore you the whole game? You know the two brothers love you, but you also know how petty they can both be when mad.

“Stop overthinking it. I can see you getting lost up in that head of yours. It’s a harmless joke. They’re not going to freak out on the ice or anything. And if they do, I’m in more danger than you are,” Nico reassures you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You better at least score a goal if I’m risking being homeless for you,” you tell him, looking back up at his face.

“How about I do you one better. If you promise to wear my jersey, I’ll score a hatty for your first ever New Jersey Devils hockey experience,” Nico offers, his eyes flashing with something you assume is delight at a challenge.

“Well then you better work on your slapshot tomorrow morning, Captain. I’ll be holding you to that Saturday night,” you take the bait, knowing how difficult a hat trick is to pull off.

“No need, I know I’ll have the right motivation night of to get it done,” he winks at you, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. “And if I don’t, consider it your IOU for that extravagant request you might need one day,” He responds, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders, the nonchalance of his body language making you hope for his failure, just so you can think of some ridiculous task for him to perform.

“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll get right to brainstorming,” you respond, trying to prevent your thoughts from spiraling yet again.

Nico lets out a small laugh, standing up straight and placing his hand on the handle of his door. “Think hard. Let me know what you come up with. Have a good night, Bouy, see you Saturday.” He shuts the door before you can berate him for using the nickname you hate.

You walk back into your apartment, door shutting behind you, going straight to your room to hide the jersey before either of the boys see it. You think back on the entire interaction, a smile on your face at the possibility of being able to have Nico do anything you ask him. As you’re walking past the kitchen you hear Jack’s voice.

“Luke, am I stupid or did Y/N call me stupid earlier?” he recalls your earlier comment about him being ‘just a pretty face’.

“Think about how you worded the first part of your question and you’ll have your answer,” you hear Luke respond as you make it past the kitchen unnoticed, making you stifle a giggle so you won’t be discovered.

Oh how you loved being back with your boys.

[okaerina]

#사랑 enhypen as your bf !

warnings!...none just pure fluff and affection, lowercase intended.

notes : fun fact this was the first work i wanted to post but got distracted :)

genre : fluff, established relationships, slight angst

𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚!

soft flirty bf huhu he's literally gonna flirt so hard and on top of that if you're shy he's absolutely gonna shapeshift your cheeks into a tomato/strawberry whatv red stuff you prefer :) i mean we all know hee is a pro at flirting so good luck to your sanity RIP

lots of singing fs this man's gonna sing for you like can't sleep? dw babe he's got a soty typa lullaby, bored/stressed? who needs a lofi playlist when you got lee hee :) hEAR me out he's definitely gonna write songs for you jsjsjs he's gonna sing em to you randomly cause It's romantic right?? he'll look deep into your eyes, throw that signature smirk of his and sing oh so lovingly cause he knows he's driving you nutz ;)

lotsss of movie gaming dates he'll beat you at every game heyyy he's an ace i don’t make the rules 🥱 but time to time he'll chill down and let you win few rounds intentionally but you don't need to know that

he loves to kiss you sm, your cheeks are his fav place to smooch uwu. but don't forget to smooch him back hehe.

his love is is a mix of quality time and words of affection !

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡!

omg he's gonna be so caring and protective towards you he's basically your second momma 😭

but don’t get fooled by his strong facade deep inside he's your lil kitty ready to be taken care of so plz do check on him and give him the affection he deserves

he gets seriously jealous whenever your paying too much attention on maeumi and she's reciprocating it with heavy affection. "cats are best" he would literally blurt out of nowhere and you can't help but laugh at his silly tantrum.

there will be times where won wouldn’t be feeling his best. all the stress, work and commotion tires him out sm yet he still feels like he's not the best. on those days he only seeks for your comfort. knowing very well all he needs is you beside him to make him feel better plz always love this boy he's gonna be a mess without you :(

his love is a mix of quality time and soft physical affection !

𝗝𝗔𝗬 !

rich sugar daddy bf but he actually acts like a dad lmao

if your eyes lingers on a item from more than 0.00001 seconds he'll buy it for you no matter what

he makes you lots of healthy homemade meals and does all the chores for you plz he's such a material man I want him 🛐

jay loves you alot and is always there to guide in every situation he'll be both mature and goofy cracking silly dad jokes to lighten up your mood girl you better appreciate this man and love him back 😾‼️

his love is a mix acts of service and words of affection !

𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘!

so how does it feel to have a rizzmastser as your bf 😃? /j

he's so cute goofy and babygirl you wanna gatekeep him

he'll get excited over all sorts of lil things. will take you out on various fun dates like arcades, amusement parks, pet cafes but his most fav date place and activity is going out on a walk with you and layla in a nice, less crowded, green park uwu!

you’re basically layla's mom now. he'll let you play with her and take care of her in his absence (layla's so cute noo 😭)

another smooch lover but his fav place is the lips ;) his lips are basically glued to yours.

his love is a mix of quality time and physical affection !

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 !

awkward ahh goofy bf 😃

he's gonna be so unserious in general but dw he gets pretty mature and serious when he needs to be :)

he'll be a bit awkward at initiating affection first so if you take matters in hand and initiate affection first he'll be over the moon ahaha.

once he's opened up to you he'll be quite a affectionate guy but he isn’t a pda lover so behind closed doors he's all lovey dovey ^^

he'll let you play with gaeul and then he's gonna be like "gaeul is so lucky to have visual parents aka me n you 😌💅" and you’re like 😀👍 lmao

ice rink dates uwu. he's gonna be your personal figure skating coach <3

his love language is definitely quality times !

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 !

the slayest bf ever im jealous 🥺

king of affection boy's literally gonna bicker about who's the most affectionate one or who's more slay lol.

lots of tteobokkie dates and self care nights

yall will do sleep overs and do each others skincare. he's practically gonna turn into your special dermatologist 💅

but he can be very serious and understanding. whenever your having a hard time he'll be there in a flash of light he understands you better than anyone in this world and is always there to cheer you up <3

his love language is a mix of physical affection and quality time !

𝗡𝗜-𝗞𝗜 !

A 6'3" TEASE

but first he needs time to open up to you to get friendly enough to tease relentlessly

so when he gets all warmed up say bye bye to your life 😈 /j

he teases you and is very playful but dw he respects you alot too and is very understanding and serious when needed to be <3

lots of piggyback rides from him, he loves to cuddle you and play footsies lol.

he loves to lay on your lap cuz in that position he can admire your pretty face and relax too 😍

he'll call you in his late night solo practices to showoff but it'll turn into a goofy dance session and filled with laughs and affection he's so 😢

he'll take you out on arcade or bowling dates and would tease the he'll out of you if you suck :D

insists on playing video games with you but it ends up with him doing some stupid bets you always keep losing 🙄 but dw he'll let you win time to time intentionally ;)

he'll be such a sillygoofy fun boyfie plz I want him he's so cool and cute

he's love language will be a mix of quality time and physical affection !

© aenfilmz /2023 !

taglist : @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck

[avokaidoll]

So you're new to this ?

Hey there, doll. Welcome to the wildest ride of high school. If I could go back in time, here's the advice I'd give lil me – the ultimate guide to crushing sophomore year and making it look effortless ! (I think)

Oh this can apply if you're just a new student, or after a break starting a new term or wtv idk !

1. Uniform vs. Home Clothes Chic:

- Whether you're rocking a uniform or strutting in your own home fits, confidence is the key.

>For uniforms, play with accessories ! – a killer watch, cool socks, or a personalized pin for your clothes or hair. Be sure to iron your uniform, I promise it'll elevate your look !

>Home clothes? Find a signature style – be it graphic tees, funky jeans, classic leather jacket, pink pilates princess vibes or athleisure vibes. You do you, and let your uniqueness shine.

- For the schools that do both try to plan carefully when you get the chance to wear home clothes and give your alllllllll; my school had us wear school uniform from Monday to Wednesday, then on Thursdays we get to wear home fits then Friday school tracksuits and on wknds boarders were permitted to wear home fits (the school was so mfing stingy just for those 3 days smh 🙄) and best believe we took advantage of our creativity 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾.

2. Study Smart, Not Hard:

- Let's talk about one study method !!!

Ever tried the Feynman Technique? Teach what you're learning in simple terms, as if explaining it to someone else who's having difficulty understanding or to a younger much annoyingly curious version of yourself :D. Like think to yourself 'how would I explain this to a 10 year old ?'.

This exposes gaps in your understanding and helps you grasp concepts more deeply. It's like being the professor of your own academic empire. Ouh fancy right, I know.

If you're not sure on how to go about it you can ask Chatgpt to explain as if you're 10, here Chatgpt demonstrates by talking about Quantum entanglement;

God I just love that 😌 Aye now don't go to Chatgpt everytime you need something Feynman-ied, it's important to try to practice this and train yourself, don't be so reliant ok :) ?

3. Extracurricular Juggling Act:

- Extracurriculars are the spice of high school life.

The key is balance. Pick activities aligned with your passions. If you're into sports, make sure it complements your academic schedule. Remember, you're crafting a well-rounded high school story, not a chaotic drama.

This adds to your credits, imagine how easy if would be for you to get you uni with all these great stuff on your record. A plus if you get ok to good grades as it shows that not only did you do well but you were active in other stuff. Good impressions go bbbrrr 📈📈📈

I wish I had a friend that pushed me to go for extracurriculars, my record looks so stale except for the usual, nothing fancy to add. Take this as a sign to sign up for the stuff right up your alley !

4. Note-Taking Magic:

- Your notes are your secret weapon.

Try the Cornell Method – divide your page into two sections, one for main notes and the other for summarizing. After class, jot down questions based on your notes; it's like creating your personalized study guide. Like so :

5. Decoding The Testing Maze:

- When it comes to studying for tests, don't just memorize; understand.

The SQ3R method is your ally – Survey, Question, Read, Recite, Review. It turns passive reading into an active engagement with the material. Ahhh good stuff !

Remember our talk of quantum entanglement, well, I'll try to demonstrate the SQ3R method if you're studying Q.E

Example Question:

Explain the concept of quantum entanglement and how it manifests between two particles. Provide an example scenario to illustrate your understanding.

SQ3R Breakdown:

Survey:

- Glance over the entire question. Identify key terms: "quantum entanglement," "manifestation," and "example scenario." This gives you a roadmap for what to look for in the material.

Question:

- Formulate specific questions based on the content:

- What is the fundamental concept of quantum entanglement?

- How does entanglement occur between two particles?

- Can you provide a real-world scenario to illustrate this?

Read:

- Dive into your physics materials. Focus on sections explaining quantum entanglement, the mechanics of entanglement between particles, and any examples or scenarios provided.

Recite:

- Close your book and explain what you've learned:

- Quantum entanglement is a phenomenon where particles become interconnected, with changes in one particle affecting the other.

- Entanglement occurs through a process called quantum superposition, where particles exist in multiple states simultaneously.

- Example scenario: Imagine two entangled electrons. If one electron's spin is measured and found to be "up," the other electron's spin will instantly be determined as "up," regardless of distance.

---Quantum entanglement is a phenomenon where two or more particles become interconnected, regardless of the distance between them. This entanglement influences their properties, meaning the state of one particle instantly affects the state of the other. For example, if we have two entangled electrons, measuring the spin of one electron will instantaneously determine the spin of the other, even if they are light-years apart. This interconnectedness challenges our classical understanding of particle behavior, introducing a fascinating aspect of quantum physics.

Review:

- Go back over your notes, ensuring you've covered the fundamental concept, mechanics, and the example scenario. Check your understanding of terms like quantum superposition and the implications of measurements on entangled particles.

Applying SQ3R helps break down complex questions, ensuring a solid grasp of wtv question/topic you plan to study.

6. Time Management Mastery:

- Mastering time is mastering high school.

Ever heard of the Eisenhower Matrix? It categorizes tasks into urgent and important, helping you prioritize efficiently.

1. Urgent and Important (Do First):

- Example: Your final exams are in two days, and you haven't started studying. This is urgent and important, requiring immediate attention to ensure academic success. Drop everything else and hit the books.

2. Important, Not Urgent (Schedule):

- Example: You've been thinking about starting a blog to share your art and connect with other creative minds. While it's important for personal growth, it's not urgent. Schedule specific times during the week to work on your blog and gradually turn this passion project into a reality.

3. Urgent, Not Important (Delegate):

- Example: Your friend needs help choosing an outfit for an event tonight, and you're in the middle of studying for a crucial test. It's urgent for your friend, but not as important for your academic success. Politely delegate the task to another friend who has a bit more time.

4. Not Urgent and Not Important (Eliminate)

- Example: Spending hours scrolling through social media, binge-watching TV shows, or playing video games without any specific purpose. While these activities might be entertaining, they don't contribute significantly to your personal or academic growth. Consider eliminating or reducing the time spent on these non-productive tasks.

Using the Eisenhower Matrix in daily decision-making helps maintain focus on priorities and ensures that time is allocated effectively, especially for a student juggling school, social life, and personal interests!

7. The Success Mindset:

- Approach challenges with a growth mindset. View setbacks as stepping stones to success. Celebrate your wins, no matter how small, and cultivate resilience. Remember, every stumble is a chance to dance better in the next act of your school journey.

Now, let's dip into the classic realms of friendship and crushes, because at this point you should already know the gist of things. Building genuine connections is like painting your own social masterpiece. Be yourself, laugh often, and approach crushes (and potential friends) with authenticity don't try to change who you are !!!

Confidence, respect, and kindness go a long way. You're not just a sophomore; you're a role model in the making if you try hard enough. Strut through those halls with purpose and make every moment count!

And for those silly cliques, be sure to get in the right ones. The ones that morph you to the bad and influence you to hate yourself or others, ignore them, they're so not worth your time and they're soooo yesterday, and we are living for now and the future .

Keep shining doll !

xoxo signing off,

Angela ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

ps: oh em gee, thanks alot for 360+ likes on my first post, that was really quick it caught me off guard lol, thanks alotttttttt mwahhhh xx

[leonenjoyer69]

Both your OCs occupy space in my mind lol I love both Harry and Elias. Would you mind giving some more rambles please and thank you? About either one. I just love learning more about them.

VJEKBKDKF TYSM, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM :D it makes me very happy to know that people enjoy my ramblings and art of my lil fellas :3 (also, all you sweet anons are gonna be the death of me with your mysterious identities!)

(SUB NOTE: if anyone ever has any ideas at all or art requests or something for either of my sillies PLEASE don't hesitate to bring them up I would literally love hearing any suggestion or answering any question ever)

Anyways!!! I've actually been waiting to drop a bunch of stuff on these fellas that I've been talking about with some folks on Discord (which y'all can also ask for if you wanna talk to me on there I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS), so thank you for granting me the perfect opportunity >:3 so, without further ado, I shall begin:

First of all, i just wanted to drop my height HCs bc,,,, why not lmao

I can't exactly visualize heights very well in my mind so these may be a wee bit too tall, idk, but yeah! I think giving Hyde an extra half inch would be funny bc you KNOW that mf would just round up lmao. Elias is a bit taller than Hyde, which Hyde kinda hates sometimes, itty bitty fella.

Anyways!! Harry is first up for rambling bc I have less for him rn lmao. I don't remember if ive mentioned it much before on here, but I know I included it in the fic i did for him, and that's his Scottish accent :3 we as a fandom don't write Jekyll's accent enough so I like projecting it onto injured Hyde and now Harry 😌 MORE SCOTTISH JEKYLL PLEASE-

Harry didn't really have to worry about keeping face in the mindscape (except for when around Mind Lanyon, who would pester tf out of him over it) so he fell back to at LEAST having an accent. He partially fell back on it because 1, it made him feel a wee more comfortable, and 2, because of how often he revisited memories from university (specifically during his and Lanyon relationship ofc), so he's used to hearing himself speaking with at least a drawl.

But yeah, that accent kinda sticks with him when he gains control and he has quite a hard time shaking it, which makes for some fun interactions, like when Lanyon's trying to break down his office door :3333

I believe I've mentioned this, but Harry is very very sensitive to most physical sensations (touch, pain, etc.) and has some light and sound sensitivities for a decent bit after gaining control. Because of how long he spent in the mindscape with numbed senses, It really messed with him to suddenly have control again. Eventually he starts getting used to it again, but for the first few days he's practically on the edge of a mental breakdown at every moment. He's also super jumpy from it (and from the ungodly paranoia he got from the mindscape lmao) and is quite firmly "no touch" for about a week (except for when he initiates stuff with Lanyon). Once he gets used to it tho his touch starved ass is a lot more affectionate and such.

One last thing for him! He's also far more sensitive to hunger and thirst sensations/pain, so he tends to take far better care of their body while in control. It took him a short while to get used to eating and drinking again, but he's more than happy to do it, not realizing how much he had missed it. Plus, he's seen how horrible Jekyll and Hyde would take care of themselves, so he certainly doesn't want their neglect to be his downfall. He's also a bit more sensitive to being tired, but can't sleep very well (especially without Lanyon) because of paranoia and nightmares.

OKAY, NOW, onto Elias!! Most all this stuff is from a discord convo that I didn't feel like rewording, so... Sorry if the formatings weird 💀 (questions are indented and italicized, as well as abbreviated)

OKAY SO, For how Henry (or whoever) convinces Elias to switch back:

Elias usually throws some sort of fit when he's initially order to switch back (except for the very rare instances where he's actively wanting to switch back, like when everyone's busy and he starts getting lonely anyways), though most the time he'll simmer down when Henry starts sorta begging or when either Henry or Lanyon (or very occasionally Hyde) lowkey bribe him. Usually Henry (or Hyde) will bribe him with physical touch/affection (hugs, cuddling, kisses, stuff like that), or bonding time, like going out and doing things together and such (or just doing stuff together at the society, like watching Henry do science or doing paperwork 💀). (Also, sometimes Jekyll will just get somewhat impatient and start asking more desperately and the guilt kinda gets to Elias, Henry usually feels bad about it tho) otherwise, Lanyon will bribe him (quite grudgingly, might I add) with more time out, going to the park with Elias in shadow form and talking, or letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde. But yeah, Elias is lowkey like a little affectionate, overactive puppy :3

[...] I misread "letting him get a gift for Jekyll or Hyde" as "letting him get a gift FROM Jekyll or Hyde" and swore for a moment that sometimes Jekyll/Hyde sent gifts to Elias but Lanyon stole them [... ]

LANYON WOULD TOTALLY STEAL ELIAS'S STUFF TO USE AS BARGAINING LEVERAGE 💀 but yes, bribery is the go to, this guy does NOT like being locked away, so when he does it's either out of guilt or he's getting something out of it, hehe

[...] Imagine that since Lanyon is probably taller than elias, he just hides some lf his stuff on higher places so that he cannot reach them, I feel like Elias would annoy the hell out of him so that he stops doing it though (Lanyon puts them back where they where, and when Elias isn't there, he just hides them again) also, I just imagined Jekyll like guilt tripping or manipulating him so that he drinks the potion

Oh he absolutely would, Lanyon would have a whole "confiscated" shelf for it too, and Elias would definitely whine about it with sooo much persistence. AND JFKGKKF YEAH JEKYLL WOULD 😭😭 both out of selfishness and not, since he still hasn't tested how the formula behaves when an alter ego is out for prolonged amounts of time, and sometimes he just wants Robert back.

Jekyll likes Elias, he just has more of a preference for Lanyon. Jekylls probably also got a bit less patience for Elias's whining after dealing with Hyde's for so long lmao, he always feels kinda bad about being mean or anything to Elias tho, since it's kinda his fault that Lanyon split.

Would Lanyon ever like bother Elias with the fact that Jekyll likes him better?? Like maybe, at one point he just gets too tired of him wanting to hang out with Jekyll and says to him that Jekyll just deals with him out of pity, and like Elias then just feeling kinda bad about it and wondering if Jekyll actually likes him??

If Lanyon's feeling especially spiteful and annoyed, probably, but also Elias worries about that enough on his own and bothers Lanyon with all his self deprecating thoughts anyways 💀

How does Hyde feel about Elias?

He's generally guilt free about the whole "splitting Lanyon" thing and /gen likes Elias way more than he likes Lanyon lmao. He still gets that sorta bitter anger and resentment when he looks at Lanyon, but he doesn't get that with Elias. Hyde kinda thinks that Elias is all the best parts of Lanyon (Except for Elias's emotional sensitivity sometimes, but Hyde deals. He feels surprisingly bad when he upsets Elias..) But yeah, Elias is most of the reason why Hyde is complacent enough to actually kinda lay low after messing up Blackfog and stuff, so Jekyll certainly likes Elias for keeping Hyde somewhat in check lmao

And that's everything I have for this!!! Thank you so much for the ask :D

[gardenerian]

yay! yayyyy! tagged by @energievie @guinguin1984 @gallawitchxx @wehangout and @mmmichyyy for a tag game! yall know i love a tag game 🥰 ty for thinking of me 🍅

name and ao3 handle: mel, melwritesthings

current location: my office 💀

favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)? i quite liked this one and this one!

that bird never fails to make me laugh. what a fool. what an absolute fool.

what's one thing you want in a picrew? well. since no picrews let me do my thomas jefferson low bun, i guess it's the ability for a round face!

favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? i've been having a fun time with gifs again! otherwise, i reread my HOS rewrite recently and let me say... they should have called me. also my 5+1 collection! treasured. (also i am very much digging what i am working on right now......)

why is it your favourite? hmmm. i just remember the creativity of those days so fondly. it felt like i was writing something new every day and it was the most fun. i am starting to feel bits of that again and it's wonderful 😌

did it come easily or was it hard to create? at the time, it all came so easily! i move a little more slowly these days 😂

last ao3 fic you commented on? i am having so much fun catching up on fic! recently it was touch/starved and the things we throw away.

biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? omg lol. there is a fic in a fandom that will not be named that i started reading as a teenager askldfh as in it's on FF.NET BABY and it left off at a critical moment 16 chapters in. i think about it constantly. i went and did my yearly check a few weeks ago, actually, and the author is REWRITING IT. so my biggest heartache is also my biggest victory 😇

favorite trope or head canon you like included in a fanfic? it's like choosing between my children..... lately i am reading a lil friends to lovers... a lil mutual pining...... it's delish 😋

least favourite? uuuuhhMmMMmmm hmm. i am very selective about my kid fics. also mpreg. not for me, thank you.

secret or surprising kink or trope? trope... i think i have said before that i surprised myself with being really into dystopian AUs? give me some post-apocalyptic world building and i am so there. as for kink..... that's for me to know 😇

describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? WE STILL GOT IT 🥳✨🔥😜🎉🥂🌈😤💪🏻💯

top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: shout out to the hottest people i know, who are always psyched about everything and who have some of my favorite thoughts ❤️

it's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? scroll the dash, reread a favorite fic or two, maybe click around in photoshop, chat with the pals about sweet and silly and spicy things!

this one was sweet! i love it here 🥰 tagging @deedala @catgrassplantdad @heymrspatel @celestialmickey @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @darlingian @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool (apologies if you have already done this! also hello i love you!)

[page-matcha]

hehe hiii sophie!! wanted to know how you've been~ please enjoy my lil gift for you! ʚ♡⃛ɞ

"what."

"what do you mean what?"

you both stare at each other in confusion, not knowing whether to laugh or what. but beomgyu's lips slightly quirking up in the corners weren't hard to miss.

"why'd you keep looking at me like that." it was more of a statement than a question once the words fell from your lips.

"can I not look at the prettiest person in the world?" beomgyu winks at you, catching you off guard, but you refuse to lose to him this time round.

"just because you can look like a boba-eyed cutie doesn't mean you can flirt with me like that." you cross your arms, refusing to grow weak from his attention on you.

"how long can you hold out?" he inches his face closer to yours. it was probably close enough to feel the way your cheeks are radiating heat right now.

"as long as I can." you reply confidently.

"so like ten seconds." he chuckles, teasing you again as he leaves mere millimetres between you, feeling his warm breath by your lips.

"ugh this is so stupid, why are we even playing this game?" the complaint leaves a sour expression on your face, clearly not having as much fun as beomgyu.

"it's to see how well we can control ourselves despite the temptation to kiss each other, princess." he whispers the pet name, almost giving you chills down your spine.

"I want your lips on mine already, gyu." you sulk, lips still millimetres apart, eyes focusing on each other's lips.

"you just can't get enough of me, can you?" he teases, but he's about to give in.

he always does.

"I can never get enough of you. not my fault I have a stunning boyfriend who's an amazing kisser." you brag about him as if he isn't who you're describing.

not even a split second later, beomgyu crashes his lips onto yours, his one hand steadying himself on your lap and the other cupping your cheek. you can feel his lips form a smile against yours, softly biting your bottom lip as you hold onto the side of his neck to deepen the kiss.

pulling away, you mirror his hazy smile, brushing his hair away so you can see his round eyes.

"looks like you lost, pretty boy." you chuckle as you watch his expression change from the look of realisation to defeat.

"I guess you really do have a way with your words." he pouts at you.

ugh he's so cute.

"I still meant it though, I didn't just say it for the sake of the game." you reassure him as you lightly skim your nails along the column of his neck, sending chills down your boyfriend's spine this time.

he leans into your touch, momentarily shutting his eyes as you continue your motions.

"you're too good to me," he pauses. "sometimes."

"sometimes?"

"nah, all the time." beomgyu turns his head so his lips make contact with the palm of your hand and kisses it briefly. "and I'm always going to be so down bad for you, even if it means losing this stupid game."

SMILESSS HIIII

Omg this is so cute stop- The fact that Beomgyu gave in to me and not the other way around is a miracle though 😭 truly proud because of that 💪

Beomgyu being a simp though is just so cbudnusnuanuxnjsnhah

Thank you for for gifting me a Beomgyu make out session 😌

I literally woke up to this ask in my inbox and it made me feel so happy c: This genuinely made my year-

[thealienmoth]

19:40

- got to work, changed my boots and put my - stuff in the fridge (tasty salad 😌😌😌 nightshift Salat is honestly something else)

Handover with coworkers 👍

- So much happened while I was gone (for a week I might note!!), apparently I lucked out being on vacation during a bad stomach virus going around🤮. Huzzah!

20:00

-Sending the day shift home. Night night guys 💪🏼

-Catching up on what happened since,

A lot apparently (a bunch of med changes for example, always gotta keep up to date on those!)

-Reading the protocol of the last case discussions cus I wasn't there 💁, apparently some structural things changed, as well as my lil extra duty. Good that we are required to read this stuff

21:00

-Night time meds round 👍👍, good sleep you guys

(had to head back up to the little office we got, cus the needle for the insulin syringe 💉 was bent 90° when I got it out of the package. What kind of polygon formed diabetic am I supposed to inject that with? So new needle it is)

-Loads of discussion with one client if we should leave his window 🪟 open or close it, we ultimately decided on open and I will sneak in at night and close it

-Got to talk about my Urlaub a little, also nice

22:00

-everyone being quiet, I'm on my phone 📱 thinking about how to survive the night cus I am already sleepy 🥱

-put books 📚 in to my little shopping bag on Thalia

(maybe I will start reading again 🤓 [no i wont, had a streak of being able to for a whole two weeks and will now take roughly another year 🗓️ for that to come around again])

23:00

- planing a wedding piniata for a friend of the family (really is extremely overambitious) (hoping the time pressure will make me be able to do this)

00:00

-breathing check, everyone still breathing

-one client still awake, was reminded to turn the TV 📺 down a bit

(did apparently not see the point in this. The point is that this flat is extremely open concept and every sound you make that goes beyond your walls? Goes everywhere in the flat. You share this flat with 3!!! 🤷‍♂️💁🤦🏼Other people)

1:00

-first round of incontinence checks 👍, everyone dry as a bone. Means second round later on 🏜️

-side note, everyone still breathing, one person so loud I'm able to hear it everywhere in the aforementioned extremely open concept flat 🔊

2:00

-honestly forgot what I did for an hour

3:00

-really want my food now, debating putting it in the microwave or if that's toooo Loud

- discovered I can just turn the microwave off, put my food in, turn it on and then turn it off before it makes a noise. It's still incredibly loud but no one woke up so thats good 📢 🍜

(But moth, I hear you asking, how would you know if it didn't wake anyone up? Maybe they just stayed in bed annoyed at you! No they fucking didn't. They wake up and get up, be it 1am or 4am, doesn't matter. "I'm getting ready for school!" No you don't, go to bed and rest some more bud)

-had great food so up for some more staying up now

- unusually awake for this time in the nightshift

4:00

Scared teenagers that are outside and being loud, by holding my phone to the window and flashing the light like a camera would. They scattered (nothing about some fun at night, some joy in your young years [I am not over 25 myself] BUT don't do it here, you will wake everyone up)

5:00

-Did some cleaning in the flat, also pondered buying books again. Had forgotten this for multiple hours

-deep cleaning frenzy stopped by a client making noise in his room (don't be awake yet don't be awake yet don-)

[okayplanetary]

saw this via the #graphic design tag (lol)—I'm not familiar with the subject but it's a v cool illustration. Here are my notes as a designer:

of the 2 options here, the black backgrounds show off this illustration best, imo, whereas the light backgrounds give more emphasis to the type. You could probably also achieve a pretty cool look by colour-picking one of the rich accents, like that forest green or navy blue, to use as the background. However using a colour that's already dominant in the illustration, like the bronze or yellow, would make the illustration stand out less vs the type (similar effect to light bg)—can work in some cases but I suspect not what you're aiming for here

the pill-shaped frame similarly pulls the type to the foreground; this kind of shape works better for images that are "fillers"/decorative and not the focus.

Quick aside: in general, it's more common to find rounded shapes on elements with lower hierarchy (at least in contemporary design). Take a look at the UI of whatever you're reading this on right now—you'll likely notice that the innermost/smallest elements, like buttons, have the most rounded corners (or are totally circular), mid-level elements are slightly rounded, and outermost elements are the least rounded or totally squared off. It's barely relevant here as you don't have much hierarchy to worry about, but it really is everywhere—our brains love putting round things inside square boxes, but not square things inside round ones; we associate "round" = "inside". Square corners = main object.

pay attention to your kerning!! aka spacing between individual letters. This typically needs to be handled manually when working with large/display type, especially with serifs & caps, and even more so when setting type on a curve. You've got a bit of a gap between the "R/S" in "CURSED" that breaks the word up a bit awkwardly; something similar is happening to the "U/I" in "KUIPER" and "W/H" & "A/T" in "WHAT". No fault of yours—usually the computer knows how letters should fit together, but it's not great at visual balance and not all fonts are well-coded. You're the only one on that project with eyeballs, so def don't be afraid to step in and adjust!!

I think the left-aligned arches could work but you'd need a bit more whitespace to balance them; as they are, the type is a bit overwhelming and makes your dude look kinda cramped :(

imo the first two do the best job at achieving the effect I think you're aiming for. I love the lil ring through the middle—it does a great job of tying the frame to the illustration & adding intention to your design. I do think you're better off sticking with a single colour of type; I totally see why you did both white + black on the light background, but it's making things bit busy when (I think) the type is intended more as decoration for the image, not as the focus.

my last 2 cents: I don't think this particular typeface works very well at small scale—the ultrafine parts make it very hard to read on the left-hand side of those first 2 images. That lettering could probably stand to be bumped up a few sizes or else swapped out with something graphical to balance the frame. Actually, now that i have squinted at it, that's a sick line—you could probably break it in half and do "what a cruel fate" // "for one so curious" on either side of the arch (& drop/move the "melody" line). Though as noted I am unfamiliar with this character so that might be a dumbass suggestion! Pls disregard this steam-of-consciousness bullet point if you prefer 😌

Hi! Need some help…

Here’s me using my graphic design skills to somewhat edit this Sigma piece into some graphical-print variations with an editorial style. It’s funny as this is something I would use more for a book cover but hey it’s an experiment and I like the brutalist serif-type to compliment the illustration.  

Which one looks better?  

[venusiangguk]

the art of craving | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 6.9k

>>warnings: the domesticity... sob sob, the cutest baby... sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie,  sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻

>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I'm sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧 

>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You turn to Jeongguk, who is kneeled down at toddler level. Nari’s got a strong grip in his hair as she uses it as leverage as well as a balancing aid as she steps one little foot at a time into her water proof pull up. He cut it recently, his long locks a little more clean cut and cropped. Still more than enough for little hands to yank, though. He winces, but takes it in stride.

“I don’t know you’re always a bit weird about us,” you say. No bitterness, more of just an observation.

Jeongguk looks up at you as best he can, before getting Nari’s bikini bottoms and repeating the same painful process he did with the pull up. “I’m not weird about it.” He can almost hear the incredulous look you’re giving him. “Okay, I’m not as weird about it,” he amends, “but this is just a group of my friends getting together, and we’ve all known each other for years so I don’t have to worry about what they think of me.”

You hum, walking to the bathroom to get your own bikini on. You’re adjusting the ties at the hip when you say loudly so he can hear you from his room, “You’re worried about what people think of us?”

The effort you put into trying to hold in your laugh when Jeongguk appears in the doorway with a disheveled baby on his hip is futile. Nari’s looking around like she doesn’t know how she got there so fast, shirtless with a half-on baby bikini top, the triangles falling down and resting on her round belly. She smiles big when she sees you though, kicks in her dad’s hold.

Jeongguk looks kind of disheveled as well, yet very serious as he says, “No I don’t care what people think about us, I just- am more worried what they think about me. I know it doesn’t matter,” he sighs dramatically, “but I’d rather people not think I’m a cradle robbing pervert.” He covers one of Nari’s ears with a big hand and pushes the other ear against his chest to plug it when he says pervert. She pops back up, unbothered like a little bobble head.

You walk over and stand in front of them both, taking the strings of Nari’s swimsuit and tying them at the back of her neck. You flick your eyes up to Jeongguk, as you make the bunny ears. “You’re not even 30 yet, relax Daddy.”

“And you’re not even 25,” he almost whines, and doesn't bother scolding you for the use of the d word. This time.

“And this one’s not even 2!” you say, over excited as you turn wide eyes to the baby in front of you, swiftly changing the subject.

Nari squeals at your excitement, leans forward in her dad’s hold till she’s got tiny, pudgy little arms around your neck. Jeongguk hands her to you with ease, tries to keep the sick adoration off of his face while doing so.

“Duuu!” she cries, holding up her hand. She’s got her middle finger and ring finger up, an awkward way to show ‘two’ but you let her have it, jiggling her a little laughing a praise.

“Oh, such a smart little flower!” Jeongguk coos, hand coming up to give her a high-five.

However, she just grips his thumb in her small hand, giggling in the infectious way that babies do, her little crescent eyes lighting up with love and glee and Jeongguk almost cries. He hopes she never stops looking at him like that or holding his hand like that.

The alarm on his phone knocks him out of his sentimental reverie as he begrudgingly frees himself from Nari’s hold. He calls into the bathroom, “We’re going to be late.”

You’re not bothered, instead just sitting Nari on the bathroom counter and doing her hair up in small piggy-tail buns atop her head. She plays with your belly ring while you do so, fascinated by the new cherry charm you have on it now.

“Did you hear me?” Jeongguk asks in the doorway.

“Yup, look at her,” you say, gesturing to the oblivious baby.

Jeongguk does, taps one of the buns. “How do you get them so symmetrical? I can never get it right.”

You hum, sitting her in the curve of your waist. You give her your manicured hand, nails decorated in crystals, to distract her. “I’ll teach you. Want me to get her baby bag ready while you load the car with her sleeper just in case she needs to nap while we are there?”

Jeongguk shoots finger guns at you, before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You purr. “Good brain, I didn’t think of that.”

You walk out with him, set Nari down and let her toddle about. She hands you an array of things, helping you pack her bag while Jeongguk goes to his large walk-in closet grabbing the portable crib.

“Don’t forget her sock monitor,” he grunts, finally getting a good hold of it.

“Already packed,” you tell him, “Do you want me to pack her undies for after swimming?”

Nari’s speech may be a little delayed according to the doctors but her brain is big and functioning and everything else in her baby body is right on par, or even ahead of kids her age. They suggested early potty-training, and focusing on the positives as Jeongguk navigates the hurdles.

He looks contemplative before he shakes his head. “No, too much hassle, just pull-ups is fine.”

You throw him a look, but he’s already got his back to you walking out the room. “You know she’s never going to learn if you don’t stay consistent and keep a routine!”

“Yes, baby, I know!” he calls over his shoulder, “Fresh start when we get back!”

You roll your eyes. “Daddy’s so silly, huh?”

Nari babbles an affirmative, and with that, you shoulder the baby bag and carry the baby right out the door. Easy peasy.

~~~

“Hello my good bitches!”

“Hoseok!” Jeongguk whisper-scolds, a protective hand coming up to Nari’s face. For some reason he covers her eyes instead of her ears. Nari blows a blind raspberry, but is more or less content in your arms.

You’ve never met Hoseok before, but you know you like him when you watch his eyes rake over Jeongguk, a judgemental look on his face as he takes a sip from the red solo cup in his hand, eyes narrowed over the rim.

“What are you wearing?”

Jeongguk narrows his eyes back. Although his friend probably can’t see them behind the huge gold-rimmed, purple hued glasses Jeongguk is wearing. “It’s Fendi. Please move, this is heavy.”

It’s no secret that Jeongguk has a fat wallet to match his fat dilf ass, and that he likes the occasional name brand item in his closet. But he’s not frivolous, and it’s only once in a blue moon that he actually splurges on something as expensive as the bright yellow and white shirt he’s wearing currently.

If anything a good portion of his income goes to what he wine-drunkenly calls the ‘Flower Fund’. Essentially dollars put away for when Nari goes to university, or whatever she decides. Maybe she’ll start her own business like her dad. Your mouth may have dropped when he let the current balance slip. She’s not even 2 yet.

Anywho. The shirt that is the hot topic-  it’s a bit out there, different from what he usually wears, but somehow he pulls it off, the white of the trademark F’s all over compliment the white, 5in inseam swim shorts he has on. You giggled in the car when he paired the sunglasses with it, but the more you look at him, the more you grow to like the statement piece.

His sleeve is on full display, and his arm is flexed as he carries the baby sleeper, finding a wall to lean it against. You’re still staring when Hoseok starts speaking.

“So you’re the hot Nanny he goes on and on about?”

“Nanny?” you ask, raising a brow.

“Hobi? Oh my god?” He shakes his head and his hands open and jerk in a very what the fuck manner. “I do not call you the nanny,” he stresses, eyes going to you.

You keep your brow quirked.

Hoseok laughs, nudges you with his hands open, nodding towards Nari. The baby looks like it's a very tough decision, choosing between you and Hoseok, but after an encouraging nod from you she smiles. Her baby teeth are on display, and her hands are grabby.

Jeongguk’s friend hips her, “He doesn’t actually call you the nanny, but he does talk about you a lot. All good things of course.”

You smile, your heart fluttering a little in your chest but before you can say anything Jeongguk is by your side, telling Hoseok a very adamant and stern, ‘Goodbye.’

Hoseok just laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. The one holding the red cup catches Nari’s attention.

She pokes it with a tiny finger before smacking her lips a little. “Joofs?”

“Joofs?” Hoseok repeats, confused for a moment before he gets it. “Juice- yeah no. Not this. Let’s get you your own joofs.”

As he’s walking towards what you assume is the kitchen you call out, “Do you need one of her cups?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “Joon keeps some in the kitchen, go outside and meet everyone! We’ve all been dying to put a face to the mysterious __!” He turns to Nari making casual conversation till his voice fades with distance, “Still nice and plump I see…”

Something warms inside you. The fact that Jeongguk’s friends are all so close, that they keep little things for each other's children at each other’s houses, is so sweet and wholesome and so tender in a way that makes your heart want to burst.

Nari’s playroom has a few leapfrog’s with grade school games on a shelf and you had always wondered why. When you asked, Jeongguk told you that he sometimes watched Taehyung’s boys when he and his wife had date night. He has all the Tinkerbell movies on bluray for Jin’s daughter, and the Harry Potter ones for Yoongi and Jimin’s. As far as you know, Namjoon doesn’t have kids of his own yet, so it’s extra touching that he keeps baby essentials for Nari around.

You lean against Jeongguk, bumping shoulders with him. “Hoseok is nice, I like him.”

He rolls his eyes. “He’s the bachelor of the group. No relationship or kids. Hence the potty-mouth and the alcoholic joofs at 1 in the afternoon.”

You smile a closed lipped laugh, eyes glinting as you look up at him. He smiles back, unable to stop himself. He gives you an inquisitive look, the arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. The hand on your hip squeezing in question.

“Hmm?” he ponders, softly.

“You talk about me?” you ask, just as soft.

He hums, eyes dropping to your lips. “Just a little. Only to them.”

You and Jeongguk aren’t official. The circumstances a bit peculiar, the steps a little harder to maneuver. But what you have is good. A nice mix between fun and serious, committed yet free. You both know what you need to, feel what’s between you, even if you don’t name it or talk about it.

On your tiptoes, you crane your neck to reach his lips, and his eyes slip shut, ready to meet you halfway.

“Ah- Jeongguk you’re on grill duty!”

Jeongguk slumps behind you, a little groan sounding. “Okay!”

He sneaks a sweet kiss, before pinching your butt quickly. “Let me introduce you to the hyungs.”

~~~

Jeongguk looks almost as edible as the tri-tip he’s grilling. He’s got tongs in his tattooed hand, his hair held back by those purpley sunglasses that he’s pushed to the top of his head. His shirt is open, his toned tummy out and flexing whenever he laughs at something Taehyung says.

His eyes constantly look for you and Nari in the pool. He has an air kiss war with Nari for a while before she gets distracted by one of the other kids, asking if they can drag her around the pool by her floaty.

You’re pretty sure it’s Jin’s daughter, around 8 or 9. Smiling you nod, telling her you’ll help her. You keep a stable hand on Nari’s circular underarm floaty as she giggles and splashes, tickled pink at being doted on. She’s the baby of the barbeque, so she’s been handed around and loved on so much, giving the whole crew a dose of baby fever.

“You know, we got special toys and a playmat for her. She’s never liked the water.”

At the sound of a woman’s voice you look over your shoulder to see Jin’s wife sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the water. She’s beautiful, high cheekbones and kind eyes. She’s smiling, and it has a hint of knowing to it. She nods to the lawn next to the pool, and you see said playmat has been commandeered by the girls.

This gets her daughter’s attention and she jumps up and down excitedly in the shallow end of the pool where you’ve ended up.

“I’m going to go play with them for a little bit, okay Nana? I’ll come back and swim with you soon!” she gives Nari a quick kiss before speed walking to the grass after a stern warning from her mother not to run by the pool.

Nari watches, her eyes wide and curious, and you give her another kiss (she’s been absolutely smothered today). “You’ll be able to play with them soon, don’t worry little bug.”

She wiggles a little, curls in on herself like your kisses tickle before she’s giving you a wet kiss back, her chlorine hands grabbing at your cheeks. You laugh with her, finally turning back to Jin’s wife.

“I don’t know, maybe she just needed another push.”

She hums, getting fully in the water with you. She makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a wave of her hand, gesturing for you to push Nari across the water to her. The distance isn’t far so you do. You and her take turns pushing the baby back and forth and Nari loves it, soft giggles spilling from her lips as she lets her hands drag in the water.

“Jeongguk says you’re really good with her. That she really loves you.”

You feel yourself flush. “That’s sweet of him, but he’s the one that’s made her so good with people.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “Uh, she’s good with us. Kind of a nightmare for people she doesn’t like. She’s almost as picky as he is about who gets to be around her.”

Laughing with her, you speak playfully to the baby. “You? A nightmare? No way!”

Jin’s wife notices the blush, the way you brush off the comments and direct attention to other things, so as she passes Nari to you again, she says, “I get it, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I think he trusts you and cares about you a lot. Not that he tells me of course,” she chuckles, “That’s boy talk, but Jin’s got a big mouth.”

“No,” you assure her, “I appreciate it, thank you for telling me.”

Mindless chatter ensues, baby babbles sprinkled in, Nari giving her two cents, as everyone waits for the food. Your name is yelled across the backyard, and the familiar voice is welcomed, as you make sure Nari is in good hands before swimming to meet Jeongguk at the edge of the pool. He’s got a piece of meat on a fork.

“Taste?” he asks, squatting in front of you.

You open your mouth, and he’s about to plop it in before he brings it back at the last minute, blowing on it a little. You laugh, endeared. Probably a habit due to always making sure anything he lets Nari taste isn’t too hot. He presses it to his lips quickly to test the temperature, before the fork is at your lips again, his other hand underneath making sure it doesn’t fall.

You groan, tastebuds doing a happy dance on your tongue as you chew.

“So good,” you moan, mouth still full, “I love the sauce.”

“The aioli,” he says, playfully snobby.

You roll your eyes, swallowing finally. “Whatever. I love it.”

He’s got a sweet smile on his face as his eyes search yours. They linger on your lips, and you think he may kiss you, but instead he wipes his thumb on your bottom lip. You can see a little bit of the aioli on it when he brings it to his mouth, eye contact deliberate as he sucks it off. It’s a bit naughty for him. Always careful about ‘pda’. But his doe-eyes are twinkling and he’s trying not to laugh as he says, “I love it, too.”

Sure that he can feel the spike in the air, you narrow your eyes at him as you whisper, “You’re mean.”

He shrugs, pats your head. “Food’s ready, get baby. I’ll save you guys a seat.”

~~~

Everyone around the outside table groans. Hands are on bellies and arms are behind heads and buttons are undone after devouring the food. The kids table off to the side is conspiring on how to get dessert, and little Nari is just about knocked out in your lap, the bread of her cheek smushed against your chest as she nods off.

“Jk, the iron chef,” Jimin sighs, swirling his wine in his glass.

“For real, man…”

Compliments to the chef are spouted from everyone and Jeongguk humbly accepts. The conversation dwindles into something that is lulled and lazy, casual stories about the kids being traded. How Taehyung found his twin boys’ pee drawer. You cringe. How Yoongi and Jimin’s daughter said her first curse word at kindergarten and blamed it on her dad (the one with the potty-mouth… read: Yoongi). You laugh, carefully not to wake Nari.

One of the wives notices.

She coos, “Oh, looks like someone is tuckered out.”

Jeongguk glances at his daughter, brings a finger to her pushed out bottom lip and pulls it down a little, tiny bloop noises sounding when it snaps back into place. He’s evil.

Of course she groggily wakes up, grumpy and rotten as she screeches and groans, rubbing her face into your sternum. Her chubby foot kicks at her dad. He laughs a coo at her, and she just grunts, indignant and sleepy.

“Quit it,” you say, trying not to laugh at the scene.

He hums, shoulders shaking in amusement. “Let’s set up her sleeper,” he says to you before turning to Namjoon. “Can we set it up in the guest room?”

He nods. “You’ll be able to hear her if she wakes up?”

“Of course, we brought her sock monitor.”

“Sock monitor,” Jin scoffs humorously, “Wish they had those when Jiwoo was a baby…”

The voices taper off as you follow Jeongguk back into the house and after a pitstop in the foyer for the crib and baby bag you find yourself in a pretty decently sized bedroom. It’s furnished, but there’s enough space in the far corner for the sleeper.

You sit on the bed, sway back and forth with Nari still snoozing in your arms. You rest your cheek on her head, watching as Jeongguk quickly sets up her nap station. He looks strong, arms working as he snaps each piece into place. His thighs bulge a little, his swim shorts bunching and pulled taut over the muscle as he grabs her blanket and pig stuffie from the baby bag.

“She still sleeping?” he asks, once he’s finished.

You hum an affirmative, getting to your feet and walking over to him. He takes her, and gently lowers her in, staying near until he’s sure that the move didn’t wake her. She whimpers a little in her sleep and you quietly rustle through her bag until you find her paci. Nari quiets immediately, soft baby snores that sound more like tiny little sighs fill the room.

Jeongguk brushes her flyaways off her face, tucks the wispies behind her ear being careful not to snag on her tiny earring. He then turns to you and throws himself into your arms, slumping.

You groan under his weight, but embrace him nonetheless.

“She’s getting so big,” he whines.

“Turns 2 in like 2 months right?”

He nods, face in your neck.

“You gonna do anything for it?”

Sighing, he rights himself. He bends and gets the monitor sock, un-velcroing it as quietly as he can, and then does it up around Nari’s tiny foot as carefully as possible. She’s a pretty good sleeper, never really too fussy, but you can never be too careful. He then grabs his phone from the same bag, checking the connection on the app.

“Her mom was talking about maybe getting together for it,” he says, pocketing his cell and grabbing your hand. “We can do something though. If you want, you’re not obligated of course.”

Your smile is small, but you nod. “Of course I want to.”

His ex is something you both never really touch on. One of the only tense subjects between you two, the conversation always a little formal and stilted, but you get it. And it’s not your place to question him, or how he co-parents. Not your place to question what she would think if she knew about you, because you’re sure she doesn’t. Or else you probably would have been invited to the actual birthday party.

It’s cool. You get it.

You’re wandering aimlessly around the house, hand in hand, taking the well needed break away from the commotion outside. The company is great, just a lot, and you’ve wanted to get Jeongguk alone the whole afternoon. Now’s your chance and after the birthday talk, you could use a distraction.

He’s lazily showing around the downstairs bathroom when you take your chances.

“That’s the waterfall shower, the toilet- it has a bidet, how cool is that? That’s the tub, and- that’s the lock? What are you doing?” He whispers like he’s playfully scandalized by the way you lock the both of you inside.

You shrug innocently, as you step in front of him. Trailing your index finger between the slight dip between his pecs, down to the line between his abs, all the way to the light trail of hair that disappears into his shorts.

“Dunno… What am I doing?”

He hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think you’re being a bit suggestive…” he says quietly as he toys with the tie at your hip.

“Mmm,” you hum contemplative and teasing. You take a short step, closing the small distance between you and him. You wrap your arms around his neck, scratch at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “What am I suggesting?”

Jeongguk’s so easy. He bends some, brushing his nose against your cheek, the hands at your hips already eagerly gripping and pulling you closer. Flush against him. His voice is soft, has a slight shake to it when he says back, “Not sure… tell me?”

You sigh, pleased, when he presses gentle, wet kisses to your neck. You whine a bit when he nips, his teeth sharp and quick. Eloquently you say, “Let’s have a quickie.”

Jeongguk snorts, a harsh laugh huffing into your skin. “Smooth.”

He’s teasing but his swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide how hard he’s getting, despite not even being touched yet. You change that, hand going down to cup him through the material.

“You wanna?” you purr, squeezing him.

He nods, finally kisses you. Slow and gentle. “Yeah,” he breathes against your mouth.

You kiss him with intention, then.

Tongues curl around each other and teeth click. Hands roam, bodies on fire despite the little clothing on your frames, the dip in the pool you had not too long ago. Jeongguk seems eager, kinda desperate as he breathes harshly against your lips, hands on your ass grabbing and kneading your cheeks in his big palms, pulling them apart a little as he presses his cock into your lower belly.

You moan when you feel how hard he is, when you feel how badly he wants you. Right here in one of his best friends' bathrooms. It makes you feel a little high, kind of dreamy as he backs himself to the counter, hooks one of your legs on his hip, forcing you to rest most of your weight on him, bracing yourself against his body.

With your legs now open, Jeongguk takes advantage of the way your pussy is right over his cock, rutting up into you, his hips moving hard and slow as he drags his length against you. You gasp, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. Your acrylics grip at his shirt for a moment, basking in the way your clit is being teased. Pleasure making your whole body tingle.

“You’re so hard,” you whimper.

He makes a needy noise, sounding a little embarrassed as he urges you to look at him with a hand on your face. He watches you, as your brows turn up every time you feel the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan, and he knows you’re trying so hard to be quiet. It makes him throb, jerk against your cunt.

“You’re being so good,” he praises.

Your eyes flutter a little, rolling back some as you nod.

He kisses you again, rougher this time. Your mouths stay attached as you finally free him from the stiff material of his trunks, pushing and pulling his foreskin over his tip. He has to break the kiss so he can moan, so he can look down at your tiny hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to wrap all the way around.

“__,” he sighs.

You’re mouthing at his neck while you pump, a questioning noise being hummed into the column of his throat.

“You know how… how I’m gonna be gone for... like a week? For that business trip?” His sentence is broken up by lewd groans.

You tell him you know, distracted by the nasty clicking noises that color the air on every upstroke.

He stays quiet for a moment, tensed in your hands. Then he speaks in that unsure voice that he takes when he asks about something he’s not sure your response will be.

“You can say no… but I just- want you, even when I’m by myself… when I can’t actually have you...”

Gently, he pushes your leg off his hip, and reaches into his pocket.

That’s when you get it.

He pulls his phone out, looks at you a little nervously. His cheeks rosy and flushed. You’re pretty sure your pussy floods your bikini bottoms. Jeongguk wants you so fucking badly that he wants to record you, because he can’t go without you- not even for a single week. He could watch porn, jerk off to the thought of you, could even get someone else because you wouldn’t ever find out. But no.

He just wants you.

“Yes,” you say quickly.

Jeongguk beams, both his hands coming to cup your face- phone and all -as he kisses you. Quick, sweet kisses until he rests his forehead on yours, his breaths hot on your face as he lets himself fuck into your palm for just a moment.

“Will you suck me, baby?” he whispers.

And fuck his voice has that tremble to it, like he’s so turned on he can barely contain it. You nod in his hands.

“Gag on it a little? Hmm?”

“Yeah, whatever you want, Jeongguk.”

And that’s how you find yourself on your knees of a bathroom floor, Jeongguk’s fat cock in your mouth, his phone recording every tear that leaks from the corner of your eyes, every gag that reverberates when his leaking tip nudges the back of your throat, every gasp you take when you pull off. The spit slick sounds that echo as you jerk him off while you catch your breath.

His phone catches the choked moans that he can’t keep in, your mouth too wet, too hot around his cock. It catches all the dirty, salacious requests he asks you.

“Lick my balls,” he whispers.

And you do. With one of your hands you jerk his cock, as you look up at him. Part of your face is covered by his cock as you lap at his balls, relishing in the way he spreads his legs a little wider, wanting to feel as good as possible.

“That spot behind my balls- yeah, fuck-”

You bring your free hand up and press two fingers into his taint, massaging lightly stimulating his prostate from the outside, while still stroking and licking him. His cock pulses in your hold and you feel when a little drop of precum dribbles to your hand that’s working over his length. You moan and rub your thighs together.

He doesn’t ask for this often but you love it when he does. You love the way he gets so breathy, so airy with his noises. How his chest stutters with short inhales until he finally releases and exhales with long groans, sometimes light whines.

Right now, his head falls back as he exhales one of those deep groans, before he looks down at you again, adjusts the camera a little, eyes so dark and heavy just dripping with lust and arousal as you make him feel so, so good.

“Don’t make me cum, wanna fuck you,” he murmurs.

It’s almost like a warning, telling you to stop because he knows he won’t be able to do it himself, the buzz thrumming through his body too blissful for him to willingly cut it off, put it to an end.

You listen to him, one last long lick from his balls to his tip, before you’re standing, hopping onto the counter. Spreading your legs, you invite Jeongguk between them.

He’s still filming, angles his phone down as he presses the thumb of his free hand in between your pussy lips over your bottoms. He kisses you while he touches you, swallowing the little whimpers you make, makes sure the shot is right when you start to rock your pussy into his touch.

Trailing his fingers from your hidden slit to the knot keeping your bikini on, he gives you a quick glance, before pulling it. He hooks a single finger under the fabric, and drags it down until your perfect, little cunt is bare.

Bending down some, Jeongguk brings his phone closer to your pussy. It’s hairless, and smooth. Pussy lips puffy. When he spreads you open, your wet center gleaming on camera, you whine, closing your legs slightly.

You’ve gotten over your shyness with him, but having a pussy close up is foreign enough for you to get bashful. But he just shushes you, coaxes your legs open again.

“Have the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, as his index finger barely pushes inside. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here…”

Something seems to click at Jeongguk’s words. He stops the video and looks up at you with his expression pained.

“What?” you ask, kinda of out of it, drunk on arousal.

All he says is, “Condom.”

Your face falls. “Are there any in the bag?”

He shakes his head. “ You packed it, and I didn’t add any. Didn’t think we would need them.”

Normally you wouldn’t push him, would settle for sucking his cock, drinking his cum. Would be good with him eating you out, cumming all over his tongue. But your pussy aches, you're not sure anything but his thick cock filling you up will suffice this time.

“Well, we don’t need them…” you whisper.

“__…” He gives you a stern look. You feel his cock kick, though, where it rests against your thigh.

“Please,” you beg, hand going to his cock stroking it over your tummy. “I have the IUD, it’s like 99% effective I’m pretty sure-”

“Pretty sure isn’t convincing-”

“I’m really sure,” you say, “I need it.”

He looks like he’s fighting with himself. Weighing the pros and cons of fucking you raw for the first time. Feeling your tight cunt sucking him in every time he pulls out, no barrier between you.

He grips the base of his cock and you sigh relieved as he wordlessly slips his tip between your folds.

You hold his gaze as he starts to push in. His mouth falls open when your pussy swallows his tip, and when he reaches the hilt, you let out the softest cry, both of you gasping into each other's mouth at the first swift thrust he rocks into you.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. Holds his hips still as his eyes squeeze shut for the briefest of moments before his hips start to move again. You’re overwhelming, he’s never been with someone who he’s had such strong chemistry with, someone who knows exactly how to please him, someone who he knows exactly how to please.

It’s only a few thrusts into you later that Jeongguk is groaning, pushing one of your legs back so he can see your slick on his cock every time he pulls out. “Fuck, this was a bad idea…”

You shake your head, eyes closed. “No I love it like this, can feel you so much better.”

He moans, presses his cock in as far as he can, hips right up against you. “Yeah, that’s why,” he sighs, “never gonna wanna use a condom again.”

The smile that plays on your lips is wicked. “Then don’t.”

Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, fucks you a little faster as he brings a hand up to your face. He loves looking at you while he’s inside you, watching as your features shift whenever he hits that spot. “Be good,” he tells you.

You listen to him, not because you want to, but because you can’t think coherently with his cock inside you. It’s slow, the noises in the bathroom echoed and loud, slapping skin not an option today, but god. He moves his hips into you perfectly, the head of his cock rubbing on your g-spot everytime he pushes inside of you, the drag of his swollen tip against your walls is  dizzying.

He knows how to fuck you so well, having come to know your body almost as well as you do with how many times you’ve sat on his cock, how many times he’s plowed into you, how many times he’s coaxed leg shaking orgasms from your body with nothing but his cock. He knows that you like it when he gets a hold of your tits, when he flicks your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, so he finally moves your bikini top out of the way, does exactly that and he smiles when you arch into his touch.

The scolding he gives you when you accidentally knock the soap bottle over is playful. “Careful,” he whispers.

“Sorry,” you pant. When he tells you to keep it down normally, you usually have a little bit of leeway. But you don’t have that here. You know that you are a guest in the home and that this is your first time meeting everyone. You know that tainting the barbeque with sex noises is probably a bad first impression. That’s hard to remember, however, when Jeongguk fucks like he does.

He coos, his hips speeding up some. “No, don’t be sorry. So perfect. So good,” he sighs, “best I’ve ever had.”

“Just a little faster,” you plead.

The first time he fucked you, he told you he would give you whatever you wanted, and he’s never not done that. So he picks up his pace, one hand squeezing at your tits, the other at the meat of your inner thigh, and he feels how you tighten around his cock, pussy pulsing.

“Like that,” you sob.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temple.

Like he spoke it into existence, footsteps sound outside the door. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you both put Nari down, but it sounds like everyone is coming in from outside. Distant chatter echoes through the thin walls, the thin wood of the bathroom door. Whoever was outside seems to have just been passing by, but it lights the fire.

“Gonna make you cum,” Jeongguk tells you.

You try to respond, but the fast pace of hips knocks the breath out of you, knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your hands scramble on the counter, trying to support yourself, but its hard when he just feels so fucking good inside of you.

The slaps that start to sound are thankfully muted by the material of your swimsuit still halfway tied on, because Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter a bit as he jackhammers his cock into your tiny cunt, deeming time a more pressing limitation than volume.

The frantic pace of his thrusts is an almost constant pressure on that magic, euphoric spot in your pussy. The pressure bleeds to pleasure and your arms and legs begin to shake, as your eyes are water from the effort to keep your moans silent, but you don’t know how much more you can take, if you’ll be able to keep quiet as he makes you cum on his cock.

“Can I cum?” you whisper, words fast and jumbled.

Jeongguk nods, swears as he keeps plowing his cock into you over and over again.

“Cover my mouth, cover my mouth,” you tell him, lewd urgency lacing your tone. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”

The way that you look and sound when you’re about to finish with his hand over your mouth is wet dream material. Your brows are pinched, almost worried looking as you nod, letting him know that you’re there. The moans that you can’t keep in are muffled and desperate sounding under his palm, and jesus fucking christ Jeongguk can’t keep looking at you when you look like that or he’ll cum before you even get the chance to.

He leans forward, presses his face into your cheek. “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he encourages. Demanding yet so sweet as he takes what he wants from you.

You shake in his hold when you do as he says. Muffled moans turn to muffled cries as he fucks you through it, as he keeps his fat cock thrusting in and out of your convulsing cunt.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl-” Jeongguk, whispers before he buries his face into your neck.

After cumming your pussy always gets so warm, so swollen and tight and wet on the inside. And he knows he should pull out, shouldn’t risk cumming inside of you, but he feels like he physically can’t pull out. Like it would be a crime to not paint your insides white, just this once. The instinctual urge to bury his cock inside of you wins out as he loses control of his hips.

“Gonna cum inside,” he warns you.

The way you shiver in his hold at his words, just spurs him on more knowing that you crave it as much as he does. When he moves his hand from your mouth you immediately say a soft, delirious, “Please.”

He’s always had a thing for begging but that single word has never sounded as good as it does when you say with his cock buried inside of you. You sound drunk on him, on the way he fucks you and touches you and takes care of you. It only takes a few more frenzied pumps of his cock until he’s spilling inside of you, barely audible, gasped moans filling your ears.

The afterglow is short lived. The blaring knock on the door makes sure of that.

“You guys are sick, there are children in the house.”

It’s Hoseok. Because of course it is.

Jeongguk just groans, and when there are retreating footsteps outside the door, you finally let yourself laugh.

“Do you think anyone else heard?”

“God I hope not, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“They didn’t hear the end of it either…” you tease.

Jeongguk puffs out a lazy laugh, his softening cock slipping out as he backs up. He looks down at your swollen pussy, sees the little drops of leaking cum. He takes his index finger and gathers it before pushing it back in.

“Bold,” you say, with a quirked brow.

He rolls his eyes. “Are you staying for dinner after we head back?”

His subject change makes you chuckle incredulously, but still you nod. “Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“Oh, so you’re staying the night?” he asks cheekily.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, as if you weren’t hoping he would ask.

~~~

When you wake up in his bed, Jeongguk isn’t on the right side like he usually is. Instead, there’s a note letting you know that he’s in Nari’s room with her because she was fussy, along with a plan b and some flowers.

~~~

helloooo!! long time no see im so sorry for the lack of content im having horrible writers block 😁 but anyway~~ dilf jk!! hopefully the wait for part two was worth it, and that you liked it <3 if you did, pls pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask >.< feedback is so appreciated and i love talking to u guys <33 smooches cuties 😚 series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

[radical-ghostface]

Ryan Erzahler NSFW Alphabet 😆✊🏾 my boy barely gets any love and i dont understand why😭😭 love your fics btw😌❤️

No cause you're literally so right. I barely ever see any ryan smut or nsfw content so here you go! I hope its good!

☆ RYAN ERZAHLER NSFW ALPHABET ☆

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think ryan would be the type to be really sweet after sex. Like he would caress your face and give you that lil smile he does, and kiss you really gently. Ugh i just know hes the cuest thing.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite of his own would be his hands. He knows they're hot.

And for his partner I think either smile or eyes. And a lil ass 😏

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hes for sure a cum in your mouth kinda guy. Either that or i can see him wanting to cum on your back.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he listens to nsfw audios. And would maybe even secretly make a few himself 👀

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly i dont think Ryan is very experienced. Hes not a very social person and i can see that affecting his relationships/sex life. So i feel like he only really has sex with people that he connects with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggyyyyyy. 100% you cant change my mind. Giving AND recieving.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Ryans more of a serious guy when it comes to sex. Not a lot of joking around or bing goofy but hes not all serious. The right partner would bring it out.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven for sure.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I feel like he would start out kind of stiff or awkward and then once he eased into it and got more comfortable he would be super passionate. Very into the moment, and possibly very heated.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ryan doesn't jack off very often at all. Maybe once a week? If that. He doesn't have a super high sex drive.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Neck. Biting.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Almost always at home or in a bed. He would turn down a car fuck though 😏

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Nerds. Lol no but like someone intelligent, we all know this man is a himbo okay? He need someone smart to balance him out. So i can see him sitting there listening to his partner talk about something he has no idea about (ex. Quantum physics 😏) and literally all he hears is gibberish because all he can think about is how hot the words sound coming out of their mouth. Know what i mean? Does that make sense? 😬

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage. Its deffinitely not something he would feel comfortable with, like it just wouldnt turn him on at all.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man would never turn down a good blow job. Hes nore of receiver than giver but he knows what hes doing with his mouth

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Ryans the kinda guy who likes it intense, like passionate af. He loves to get really into it and just kinda lose himself to the passion and his partner.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hes not really a quckie kinda guy but he'll deffinitely do it if his partner asks.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not a huge risk person, but he would experiment. Especially with threesomes. Dont ask me why, it just makes sense lol

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I think ryan could go a solid 3 or 4 rounds before he couldn't cum anymore

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Hes always down to try different toys. He even has a few himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This boy LOVES to be teased and over stimmed. To the point where his jaw is clenched and hes drooling just a lil 😏

But not much of a teaser himself.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty quiet, he grunts and moans a lil but hes pretty tame.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man likes fucking in water. Period.

Also a slight mask kink 😉 cmon he loves horror, tell me he wouldnt love to be fucked my ghost face or michael myers.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Im gonna say hes somewhere around 7-8 inches, with it being more lengthy than girthy

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again ryans sex drive isnt too high but it really all depends on his partner and the situation.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he would stay up for a sold hour or so to cuddle and make sure his partner felt comfortable and loved ❤ few face/head and shoulder kisses and when he feels satisfied he'll let himself drift off.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

If you do Toji, I beg for some toji chubby chaser headcanons. I'm STARVING here😥

*dusts off shoulders and rolls up sleeves* alrighty, let's get to work

Tbh i lowkey don't like Toji's personality but i tried my best to make some general headcanons for you babe 🤧💕

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, not beta read bc im just a lil worm and i dont do that skskksks

Ok let's one thing straight

Mans is the biggest chubby chaser on the planet sksksk

He loves some extra cushion to grab onto so if you're curvy/plump/fat/whatever you wanna call yourself, he is THERE, he's right next to you asking for your number sksksk

Like if you've got a curvy milf bod, he's already looming over you and callin you mommy which? um? Hello? Police??

No but he loves thicc girls with his whole heart

There's so much to squeeze and grab and you best believe he's pawing at every inch of you like he's about to fall off a ledge and he's holding on for dear life

You're gonna be COVERED in marks babe, im sorry if you have somewhere to be, your best bet is to just cover yourself up

He is absolutely RUTHLESS in bed good LORD

He's gonna beat your pussy up so bad that they'll need dental records to identify her

I'm talking slapping, biting, smacking, gripping you so hard you get BRUISES jesus christ dude, if you don't chill out imma have you arrested for domestic violence i swear—

He rarely has soft moments

He's probably a fuck buddy at most bc let's be honest this man is not built for a relationship

It's not you babe! He's just trash sksksk please do not let him be any more than that bc he is gonna leave and break your heart and come back three months later to fuck and raid your fridge alexa play aint shit by doja cat sksksk

But by all means, keep him around for a good time every now and then bc you deserve to get your back blown out 😌

ANYWAYS

He's v good in bed and he's cocky about it too

He's way too good for a crusty nobody like him 😤

He finds your clit v easily and just plays with you until you're begging for his dick

And even then he doesn't give you want you want, he's a MENACE

Wants that pretty chubby pussy to squirt all over him before he fucks your brains out

He's obsessed with watching his dick push past your plump lips and slip into that ushy gushy pussy that he loves oh so much

He's got one hand on your chub at all times

Could be titty, ass, love handle, belly: he's just gotta hold onto you while he rails that pretty pussy

Likes pressing down on your belly and saying "im right here, baby. Ya feel me?"

Fav position: mating press are yall really fuckin surprised sksksks

Cmonnnnn, just let him push your knees up to your shoulders

He just wants to see your chubby bits fold up, your pretty plump pussy soaked and twitching helplessly :(

He's not gonna use a condom, don't even try to convince him bc he refuses

He wants to stuff you so full of cum that he can't fit his cock inside anymore 🤧

He mayyyyyyyy have a breeding kink sksksk like he loves creampies, the baby's just an epilogue

Shit, you already look like a milf, might as well give ya a baby pls don't have a baby with this man, take your birth control

Stretch marks make him hard sksksk

He sees those sexy tiger stripes and he's ready to risk it all

Tosses you over his shoulder way too often sksksk

Like "ayyyyyy babayyy, wanna see how strong i am? Ayee, want me to hold you up while we fuck? No? Too bad"

He's annoying and selfish most of the time but he's actually a pretty decent cook and makes you something most of the time before he dips

He acts like he doesn't care most of the time, but he still makes sure that you're alright after yall have sex

He'll pick you up if you're too weak to walk and keep you steady in the shower may or may not go another round if you're able to stand on your own

Usually jumps ship when yall are done fuckin, but over time he starts sleeping over, holding onto you tightly for at least a couple hours

He starts coming over to your place not just for sex, but to rest and recuperate, bringing along takeout and some drinks

He even invited you to the races (you said no bc who wants to go watch their fuck buddy lose all their money betting on horses?) which was weird bc he's never invited you anywhere before

He's protective of you too, always questioning who you're texting, mumbling something about how you shouldn't get involved with random guys bc they could be dangerous

You always brushed his actions off as normal "aLpHa MaLe" behavior, but you started questioning his intentions when he started grunting strange phrases during sex

"Look at you, so sweet and precious for me, my good girl"

"You love my dick, dontcha? Best dick you ever had, right? You don't need nobody else when I make you feel this good"

"Fuck, love this hot fat cunt. It's all mine, all mine."

"God, I love your body, you're so fucking good fer me. Fuck, I love you"

You never brought it up afterwards, pretending like you didn't hear anything he said or just didn't care

He's not a perfect man: he's reckless and cruel and selfish, but maybe if he grows up a bit and realigns his morals, you might join him to one of those lil races he's so fond of

[mermaid-trash]

So like, waitress!reader has a lil crush on Eddie(who ofc has a MAJOR crush on reader), so naturally she decides to kidnap him 😌

And this is basically just to tell him “yeah, so like, ur cute or whatever 😒” and he’s like “…me?🤨”

And then they learn their both utterly OBSESSED with each other and then jump each other’s bones :)

Okay, listen.... I love this idea 🥺 this started as headcanons but it quickly got away from me...

(also I'm sorry if you wanted this to be smut, but I don't think I'm very good at writing smut so I didn't for this)

Wc: 2.4k

💚 Requests for Edward Nashton are open 💚

Tonight had been a rough shift at the diner. You had dropped a half-full pot of coffee less than 20 minutes into your shift, and it had not gotten better since then.

You had thought of quitting and storming out, of shouting insults at the difficult customers and flipping your coworkers off, hundreds of times tonight alone, but you knew you never would. You needed this shitty job to keep your shitty apartment in this shitty city. Times were tough, and you were barely scraping by as it was.

But at least Eddie was here now. Your Eddie - well, he wasn't yours, technically, but he was your favourite customer by far. He had been a regular at the diner for three months now, but he only ever visited in the middle of the night, which meant he was always there during your shift. Truthfully, none of the other regular customers could hold your attention the way Eddie could, Eddie with his sandy hair and round face, Eddie with his riddles and codes, he was just...fascinating.

See, you had what some might call a "strange fixation" on Eddie, but you knew it was so much more than that, you saw him so much clearer than you had ever seen another person. It hadn’t even come as a surprise when you had seen his video on the news the night Don Mitchell was killed. You had recognised him behind the mask instantly, those usually calm green eyes so full of frenzy, but you hadn't told him that yet. You wanted him to understand you the way you knew you understood him, and just coming out and telling him that you knew he was the Riddler might scare him off, which is the complete opposite of what you wanted.

If you could just make him see you, see how you felt about him, he would never let you go, you could be his forever. You sighed aloud, lost in the fantasy as you wiped the grimy counters, lost in him, lost in Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…..

Tonight, Eddie sat at the end of the counter, hunched over and scribbling in a notebook, his nose almost touching the pages. Rainwater dripped slowly from his coat onto the floor. He paused his frantic writing for a second to push his glasses back up where they had slid down his nose. 

You desperately wanted to believe the reason he only came to the diner late at night was because he wanted to see you. But, no matter how many times you had batted your lashes and smiled prettily at him, no matter how many of his riddles you answered or how quickly you answered them, he had never made a move on you. He hadn't even asked for your number yet, for Christ's sake! It was starting to seem like he just wasn't interested in you, but you wouldn’t allow that. You had one more plan, one last attempt to get what you so desperately needed from him.

"Hey sweetie, whatcha writing there?" You say, sauntering over to him with a cup of coffee in hand. Your voice was sweet, almost saccharine, as you leaned on your elbows against the counter directly in front of him. His eyes met yours briefly before darting away again, and you tried not to read too much into the blush that was beginning to form across his cheeks. 

"Hm? Oh…plans." He responded quietly, closing the notebook. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for him to elaborate, but he didn't. He just picked up his coffee cup, blowing gently on the hot liquid.

Strange. He wasn't usually this quiet around you. And he hadn’t even asked you how you were, he always asked how you were, why wasn’t he asking how you were? 

You wanted to tell him he could talk to you about anything, that you'd support him through anything, that you'd do anything for him…but the moment wasn't right. Not yet.

"You seem kinda distracted tonight, Eddie, what's up?" You say, drumming your fingers against the counter lightly as you watch him sip his coffee slowly. He was desperately avoiding eye contact with you. 

"J-just busy…" he said, fidgeting with his coffee cup and glancing at his notebook. You felt a swell of anger. Couldn’t he see that you were far more important than his work? You were standing right in front of him yet his thoughts remained on that damn mask. You wanted his attention but he was unwilling to give it to you,

Fine, you thought. If you won’t give it to me, I’ll take it for myself. 

"Okay sweetie, well if you need anything else, you know where to find me," your voice gave away no emotions, you sounded sickly sweet as always. You sent him an innocent smile that he almost returned, then you reluctantly wandered away, doing random tasks around the diner but always keeping an eye on Eddie, who had gone back to scribbling in his notebook. 

What an idiot. Can’t he see you? Can’t he see the way you look at him? 

After a while, you glanced at the clock and noticed that it was the end of your shift; a jolt of excitement shot up your spine as you bolted to the back of the diner to change out of your uniform. Your stomach squirmed as you called goodbye to your colleagues and left through the back door, running to get into position.

This was your last resort, it had to be perfect. 

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The first thing Edward noticed when he came to was the duct tape across his mouth. 

The second thing he noticed was the cruel irony of the duct tape across his mouth. 

He realised quickly he was tied to a chair, wrists bound behind his back, in an abandoned building. He was confused, panicked, he didn’t know what was going on, and Edward hated not knowing. 

He noticed a sliver of sunlight coming through a crack in the ceiling; the last thing he remembered was leaving the diner late at night. He must have been attacked on his way home, meaning he must have been here for several hours by now.

He heard a noise then, coming from behind him. His head spun frantically, trying to see the source, but his movements were limited due to the borderline excessive amount of tape wrapped around his body, securing him to the wooden chair.

"Oh good, you're finally awake," he hears you say, then you walk past him, trailing your hand along his shoulders as you do, before coming to a halt in front of him. 

What?

You?

Why?

He stared up at you, and you giggled at the confusion in his eyes. He truly had no idea what was going on. His ears were ringing but your voice cut through clearly.

"We need to have a serious conversation, sweetie," you said, bending down to his eye level. Your voice was lower than usual, dangerous. It sent a shiver down Edward’s spine. It was only then that he noticed the knife in your hand. It was small, but sharp, and Edward's brain suddenly exploded with panicked thoughts.

Had you noticed him staring at you in the diner? Did you think he was weird and creepy? Had you found out he had broken into your apartment and stolen that pair of panties from your bathroom? Had you found the camera he had hidden in your bedroom? 

"I know this is probably an overreaction to you ignoring me tonight, yknow, the whole chloroform and duct tape thing, but, well, I just had to speak to you somewhere private," you paced back and forth and gestured with the knife as you spoke, and he realised he should feel scared that you may use it. However, the look in your eyes was not rage, or disgust, or anything like that. It was…gentle. Caring, maybe. Edward struggled to recognise what it was exactly, but it made his heart rate slow slightly. 

And after all, if you had been angry at him and wanted to hurt him, or kill him, you wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of drugging him and bringing him to this building.

“So I did all of this, for you,” you said, and looked at him suddenly. The force of your gaze knocked the air out of his lungs. For him? He tilted his head at you, silently asking you to continue. Just like you had done to him earlier that night. 

"And the reason I wanted to speak to you in private, is…well…" you trailed off, looking away bashfully. Edward saw the blush tinting your cheeks, the way you nervously scratched the back of your neck with your knife-free hand. What the hell was going on?

You noticed his wide eyed stare, and crossed your arms and huffed a small breath out. 

"I don’t do this very often, yknow," you sighed, glancing at him then away again. "I guess I've just never met a guy like you before." 

Edward's heart jumped up to his throat and he saw you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked nervous. What the hell did that mean?! A guy like him?

His eyes found yours again and you smiled sweetly, as if you didn’t have him tied up and at your mercy, before reaching towards him and pushing his glasses up his nose where they had slipped down. He was sure you must be able to hear his heart pounding in his chest from the close proximity.

"You're cute, Eddie," you breathed, and his whole body tensed. "But you've been ignoring all of my signals, sweetie, and, well," 

You gently brushed his hair out of his eyes, and Edward tried to stop himself from leaning into your touch. You thought he was cute? You lean in towards his ear and trail the knife softly down his chest before whispering to him.

"Sometimes a girl has to resort to drastic measures to get what she wants." 

Edward tried to be ashamed at the way his cock twitched desperately in his pants.

He tried to speak, forgetting briefly about the tape over his mouth until the words came out a muffled mess. 

You giggled at him before carefully removing the tape, and he was quick to repeat himself.

"You want me?!" He was bewildered, absolutely astounded at this turn of events. He had been expecting a confrontation about…any number of things, not this.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, the way you stood with your knife in hand, seemingly unbothered by the fact you had kidnapped a man in order to confess your feelings to him. The situation was bizarre, but Edward couldn't bring himself to care. 

I did all of this, for you. That was what you had said. You must have been planning this while Edward had been watching you, you had done all of this right under his nose. How had he never noticed anything? 

Then, you sat down on his lap. Edward’s breathing audibly hitched, and suddenly he didn’t care why he hadn’t noticed, he only cared about your face inches from his, your weight on him, your body pressed to his, the way your breath tickled his skin, oh god, there was just so much to focus on. 

"Of course I want you, dummy," you giggled again. God, he loved hearing you giggle like that. You sounded so innocent, but now he knew the truth. He knew the real you. And the real you was perfect.

"But you don't seem to want me, Eddie," you pouted, and his heart sank. You didn’t know how much you meant to him. You didn’t know that he dreamt of you every night. You didn’t know that he would kill everyone in this damned city twice over just to have a chance with you.

"I do!" He cried out, and you jumped slightly. "I want you so bad, wanted you ever since the first time I saw you," 

He whimpered when you brought your knife up to trail the tip from the top of his throat to the waistband of his jeans. Suddenly, you gripped his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look in your eyes.

"Then why haven't you asked me out yet, sweetie? Hm? Why did it have to come to this?" You asked sweetly, leaning in so that your lips hovered over his. Edward was at a loss for words at this. He wanted to shift his hips a little, to try and ease the aching in his trousers somehow, but he didn’t dare move while you were sitting on his lap. Holding a knife. Why did he keep almost forgetting about the knife? 

"If you'd just asked me out, I never would have been forced to go to all this trouble just to talk to you!" You scolded him lightly. Your hand released his hair and came to rest on his cheek, your thumb caressed his face so tenderly. 

"I know, I know, I-I'm sorry," his voice cracked as he apologised. He didn’t know why he was apologising, but you were smiling at him now and that’s all that mattered. 

He hadn't asked you out because he had no idea you would ever even consider saying yes, but now? Now he knew you had been his the whole time. And he intended to make up for the time he had wasted.

“It’s alright sweetie, don’t worry, you see me now,” you whispered, “and I see you, Riddler…”

You breathed his other name in his ear and the entire world seemed to stop spinning. You watched his eyes widen as he realised what you had called him, then started giggling. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I just love watching people realise, yknow? I’m not as dumb as I look, I thought you knew that by now.” You explained, but he just stared.

You knew who he was, yet you were still sitting on his lap? You really were the most perfect creature in this entire city - no, in the world.

“How?” He rasped. Very eloquent, Edward, well done.

“I recognised your eyes in the video on Halloween,” you explained simply. 

He suddenly realised that you had been watching him as closely as he had been watching you. You really did see him. He glanced down from your eyes to your lips, and you quickly gave him what he hadn’t asked for.

You pressed your lips to his finally. 

You were his.

And he was yours.

[euphoriadiaries]

NSFW Stefan Salvatore Alphabet ( I'm Just going to keep this short and sweet.)

A = Aftercare

Stefan is all about aftercare. Making Sure he didn’t hurt you, cuddling with you, making you food or even making you a bubble bath. Even if you are a vampire or not he will comfort you no matter what.

B = Body part

Stefan loves your lips ( or mouth in general). He loves how soft they feel when he kisses you or when you start to kiss his chest.

C = Cum

Stefan normally always pulls out (even though his cum wouldn’t do anything) he likes to see his cum on your thighs, pelvis or your face.

D = Dirty secret

He would always want to fuck you in public. like he finds that so hot and he thinks it'll spice up your sex life.

E = Experience

He’s over 100 years old. That speaks for its self.

F = Favorite position

Stefan loves missionary and doggy style. he loves the look on your face as he pleasures the living life out of you. For the doggy style he loves to pull your hair and grab your tits just so he can hear how much you want more and more.(also he loves to see your back arch and he loves to see that ass of yours jiggle.) 😩

G=Goofy

I don't see Stefan as the goofy type during sex but I can definitely see him really goofy after 😌.

H = Hair

Very well-groomed when he has the time to deal with it.

I = Intimacy

Stefan is normally very intimate in the bedroom. Like he'll most likely do something romantic.

J = Jackoff

He doesn’t have any reason to because he has you.

K = Kink

Mr. Salvatore here has so many different kinks. Do you wanna know why? Because he's so into making you feel more comfortable and aroused during sex.

The kinks are: Dom/Sub, Orgasm Control, Bondage, and Role Play. (I might add more if I have any other ideas)

L = Location

Being old fashion like in the bedroom only works when he feels romantic, but like I mentioned Before he would ABSOLUTELY love to fuck you in a public place just to make your sex life a lil better.

M = Motivation

Anything that has to do with YOU. When you decide to wear an oversized shirt or some big baggy pants or if you wear a pretty skirt or even a dress that makes all of your curves show. That's when he gets the motivation to ruin you.

N = No

Anything that would hurt you; like anal he hates the idea of it. It makes him feel disgusted. Not by YOU but the thought of put something up your butt.

O = Oral

He loves giving more than receiving but he wouldn’t say no. He loves making you feel good. It's what drives him crazy to see how your body trembles when he pushes his tongue into your tiny little hole or when he sucks the living soul out of your clit. He JUST LOVES to make you feel good because that's all that matters to him. (Of course he ABSOLUTELY LOVES when you give him head.)😌

P = Pace

Since he tries to control himself normally slow and sensual. Unless your both impatient, than that's when all hell breaks loose.

Q = Quickie

You might have some Quickies here and there but it normally doesn't happen often.

R = Risk

Damon walking in. Stefan doesn’t want him to see YOU or HIM naked. Plus Stefan thinks it might be awkward afterwards.

S = Stamina

He can go about 4 or 5 rounds (depends if he really wants to fuck the living shit out of you) but he stops when he knows that your tired or when your about to black out.

T = Toy

He finds them odd, but that won't stop him from exploring/experimenting with them.

U = Unfair

He hates it when you tease him. It makes him feel like YOUR the one who CONTROLS the relationship.( Not that he doesn't like the fact that you are in control) it just that he wants to be the one who TEASES you. ( I don't know if this makes sense but....)🙄

V = Volume

He’s really vocal when he wants to be. If your riding him( which happens often too) he'll make the most sexy moans and groans it'll make you melt in an instant.

W = Wildcard

Like I said before he loves the Idea of public sex but maybe he'll bring it up a notch and he'll fuck you either in a car or maybe in the middle of nowhere .(I don't know that's all I got.)

X = X-Ray

About 8 inches but he's really shy about it.

Y = Yearning

He has a lot considering he waited a long time to find some and he eventually found you.

Z = ZZZ

After he's done fucking your brains out he'll clean you up he'll and make you a bubble bath or he'll pull you to his chest and he'll listen to your heart beat and that's when he'll fall asleep.

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Hi, I just wanted to say thank you so much for reading my NSFW Writing for Stefan Salvatore.( Plus this is my first writing period.) But I will post more of TVD and I'll eventually start writing my OWN stories.😌

xoxo 😘

[haaarry]

Sis you need to make a blurb about making out with Harry now 😩 Like him coming home from a long day at a meeting or at the studio and he just wants a cuddly make out sesh with you😌💗

I’m taking a break from studying so here’s this tiny lil thing 😗

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Harry is absolutely, utterly exhausted.

He’s been in and out of meetings all day. He’s grateful for his job, but setting up tour dates and deciding on how to promote the upcoming album can be tiring. He could feel his eyes beginning to hood as he drove home but suddenly got a burst of energy as he unlocked his front door. A smile spread across his features as he lightly walked through his foyer to his den. He finds a sleeping Y/N, cuddled up with a pillow, her knees to her chest, and her hair mused all about. Little snoring sounds can be heard, falling from her lips.

Harry sighs contently, rounding the couch to lie down with his sleeping beauty. The movement of the cushions beside her cause her to wake, her eyes fluttering open and instantly smiling when she sees who it is.

“You’re home,” she speaks softly, knuckling at her eyes.

“Mhmm,” he concurs, reaching a hand up to trace over the lines and dips of her face. “Enjoy your nap?”

“Mhmm,” she copies his answer, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Napped for four hours.”

“That’s a sleep,” he jokes, chuckling a bit, and twirls her hair around his index.

“Look who’s talking. Didn’t you nap this past Saturday from two in the afternoon to eight at night? That’s six hours.”

“My little mathematician.”

Y/N giggles, scooting closer to snuggle into Harry’s warm body, inhaling his scent on his sweater. “Always smell so good. And you’re always so warm — think I could take another nap.”

“But I haven’t even gotten my ‘hello’ kiss yet.” He tries his best to pout as she looks up at him but fails, forming his lips into a tight line to refrain from laughing.

“Well, come and get it then.”

Harry closes the gap between them — although, minuscule — and presses his lips firmly against the soft, plushy ones belonging to Y/N. She emits a small noise; not quite a moan, but something more of a relieved nature, happy to finally be kissing her mate after a long day without him. Harry takes notice and laughs into her mouth, licking over her bottom lip, and sucks her tongue for a second, enough to make her gasp.

He retracts momentarily, setting his hand on her face the way he wants it — to cradle her cheek — and dives back in. The shared kisses are sloppy, messy, yet loving. They become breathless rather quickly; nonetheless, they typically get this way during their first time kissing after a while — in this case, being all day away from each other.

The kisses become needy, more biting involved, turning each other’s lips a darker shade; and Y/N’s gasps and whines can be heard throughout the den, as well as Harry’s raspy groans.

“Miss my kisses today?” Harry asks quite narcissistically, pulling his lips away only a tiny distance to ask his question.

“Yes,” she breathlessly answers, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulls his body atop hers. “Keep kissin’ me,” she begs, lips pouty and puffy.

Although Harry prefers to be a tease, he decides against it when he feels his cock begin to stiffen in his pants, pushing against his zipper as he flattens himself above Y/N’s soft body. He molds their lips back together, the wet smacking sounds very clearly audible.

“M’gonna kiss your pussy later.”

Y/N whimpers into Harry’s mouth, raising her bottom half up to rub against Harry’s, feeling how hard he’s gotten in the short time span.

“Want it now.” Her mind fills with naughty images, recollecting of past times when she would look down between her thighs to see Harry mouthing away at her cunt, his nose nudging her clit.

“You gotta wait, Princess. I’m not done kissing your pretty lips yet.”

“Kiss my other lips.” She pouts, looking adorable, Harry thinks, despite the dirty meaning behind those words.

He begins moving down her body, kissing the skin of her stomach along the way. “My Princess always gets what she wants, huh?”

Harry is absolutely, utterly horny.

[btsmosphere]

omg what a great fic, I really enjoyed this!! overall it was such a satisfying e2l wrapped up in the setting of comic con, one day that changed everything... this had everything I could have wished for, I am an absolute sucker for hurt/comfort so this prompt was right up my street and I just had to read. the e2l element was so well done and I loved the entire scenario, it was so fun and well rounded, getting a sense of the whole backstory and group dynamic even in a relatively short word count

I had to jot down my rambles while I went because I could not contain myself lol so excuse the screaming below the cut🤣anyone who has not read this wonderful and sweet story yet, what are you still doing here??!? turn back, there are spoilers ahead. just take my word to go read it and give it some love once you’re done!

firstly I had a playlist on while reading and I really enjoyed reading this with I Don’t Know Why by NOTD and Astrid S!

okay into the reactions

“Nice costume,” he intones quietly

expecting him to be mean and tear her apart but he ONLY COMPLIMENTS?!?!?? already in the chest

 forget thorn, he’s a giant prick

LMAOOOO I ENJOYED THIS A LOT, excellent play😌

OH SHE SNAPPED!! Built up so perfectly tbh, like you didn’t just have him being mean, he riles her up and is a bit of a twat but also she’s not feeling great and snaps, I love it. this relationship is so well created and believeable!!

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT (that’s all I wrote down lmao, I was.. invested)

(also side note the way tae is side-eyeing me like this in ur dividers is perf lmao, he knows what’s coming, he knows I’m thinking abt him👀)

He straightens up, tossing his dark curls out of his eyes. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

LIVING FOR HOW TAE IS SO COCKY IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS, ofc he is smug king hahaha

your knees buckle slightly. Before you can blink, Taehyung’s arm is around you

GAHHHHH I’m a hurt/comfort mess at heart and this GETS ME SFGLIKHDSGLKJ

it works so well bc while Jimin is the closer friend, that means they’re also too nice and accept it when the reader shrugs them off, while tae as the one clashing with them is like ‘screw this’ and helps you walk lol. and it’s making me WEAK

“Come on,” he murmurs warmly, voice so unlike his usual aloof tone of superiority

sorry I keep quoting bits but this whole section had me squealing. HE’S TAKING CARE OF YOU SDFGDSUIGOIERSHG

 All that bickering was just sexual tension!

I know I told you to own your power, but damn!

this Jimin is GOLD I love them!! they’re like ‘aha!’ meanwhile reader is so deep in denial lmao

“He was so worried. I’m telling you, he’s got it bad.“

and I LOVE that you put in what tae’s reaction was like, even tho you cut at the moment of passing out, because, yknow, unconscious. But knowing his reaction is just another thing on top that shows him taking care of u and being worried, one of my hurt/comfort gold standards!!!

OFC JIMIN ABANDONS YOU!!!!!!! TRAITOR!!!!!! (but same lmao, I love my lil chaos instigator rlly)

“I’m just glad you’re okay.”

I am RESTRAINING myself from quoting any more because this entire SCENE (and fic) is SO GOOD but UGH this sums it up!!! The unexpected softness is hgrhhjgrkj and reader doesn’t really know how to take it except for just disbelief. this is such perfect perfect e2l

I can picture tae so perfectly when he’s trying to confess to her, it would be so like him to try and appear calm to mask all the panic he’s actually feeling🥺but he’s so honest!! he truly picks his moments ugh, this guy

Taehyung leans forward, seeming rather pleased with himself for shocking you with his statement. There’s that self-satisfied smirk of his again. But that glimmer in his eyes… he looks… fond?

THIS THIS THIS oh my good lord hElp, this paragraph!!! plEase tae look at me like that, I’m begging😭this is such a perfect development of e2l, like he still revels in shocking you but we actually start to see his true feelings.. and how they were like this the whole time… *distant sobbing*

When you speak with passion…

just to watch you light up. It’s addictive.

HELP?!??!??!??! SUNNY?!??!????? gOd I’m a mess, you can’t do this, I’m perishing😫what a tasty thing to say taehyung, god I’m obsessed and I can’t explain it but UGH what a way to be enemies!!! but not really enemies!!!! this kinda dynamic is a quintessential e2l, loving riling each other up and feeding off it, that’s why it can be so juicy!! the pASSION!

he laughs, this low chuckle that makes your chest hum, like he’s hit a frequency that resonates only there.

okay, that’s gorgeous

“Why are you laughing?” you ask, eyes dropping to his lips.

“Because you make me happy.”

I had to take a breather fr, my heart LEAPT. it’s so tae to be blindingly honest just when he needs to, and this is so damn soft and earnest

JUNGKOOK I LOVE YOU BUT UR RUINING THE MOMENT CHILE

omg no tae where is he going. omg. omg!!!!!! why is he leaving cOME BACK HER SIR YOU HAVE THINGS TO ANSWER FOR😤😤

OKAY NO JOKE I’m a believer started playing at the EXACT moment they kissed here, this is meant to be lmao it’s magical

The ending HOT SO HOT omg. the friends’ reactions had me cackling, but omg the kiss and the whole moment was so perfect and I could just feel the urgency and passion,, I mean why else run after your sworn enemy to smooch them in the middle of comic con??

“That’s a lot to make up for.”

“Yep. Better get to work,”

SEXY SEXY ending, I always live for a good bit of snappy dialogue like this, and it always pops out the best in e2l fics imo

....phew. I need to lie down hahaha, but sunny thank you so much for sharing this fic!! enjoyed it endlessly💜💜

Swoon | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, kissing, Tae's wearing his red leather jacket from his Paris trip, we've also got Disco Jungkook and Harley Quinn Jimin in here

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimers: None other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

A/N: This one's for the amazing @parkdatjimin! Mindy, you picked a great prompt that immediately screamed "TAEHYUNG" and "ENEMIES TO LOVERS" to me. I hope you enjoy!

Also, I don't think this really needs a warning, just a note - Jimin is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns in this fic.

Unbeta’d as usual! Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

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“Jimin, come on! Let’s go!” Tapping your foot impatiently, you fidget slightly in your costume. “We’re gonna miss the first panel! What are we waiting for?” 

Your roommate shoots you a “calm down” look that frankly would be a lot more effective if they weren’t currently dressed as Harley Quinn. They look phenomenal in their “Daddy’s Little Monster” crop top, blue and red satin booty shorts, and fishnets, tips of their blond hair dyed in shades to match the ensemble. But their serious expression does not jibe with the wild outfit as they sigh. 

“Not everyone’s here yet. And they won’t let us hold seats in the hall, so… we wait.” 

You frown, glancing at your friends, counting in your head. “Who is missing?”

“Um, well…”

“Oh, please no.” Not him. Not today.

Jimin twirls their baseball bat, not making eye contact, knowing if they look at you, they will instantly disintegrate beneath your fiery expression. “I’m sorry! Kookie invited him, okay?” 

Kookie, aka Jungkook, aka Jimin’s boyfriend, aka the sweetest guy you know, glances up from where he’s propped against the wall, eyes going wide behind his oversized blue sunglasses at the mention of his name. You sigh, bubbling anger instantly bursting at his doe-eyed expression. 

“Sorry, Noona. He asked if I was going to the convention and I said yes without thinking! I was just excited to talk about my costume.” He yanks on the giant lapels of his brightly colored shirt, other hand unconsciously scratching at the fake goatee that adorns his pretty face. Disco Tony Stark is definitely a choice, but damned if he’s not pulling it off. 

“It’s okay, Kookie,” you grumble. Ugh, you’re too soft on him, and he knows it as he flashes you a happy grin. “I just hope he gets here soon, before the hall fills up.” Your favorite film franchise is kicking off the big comic convention today with a sneak peek at the latest sequel, and if you miss a single second, there will be hell to pay. “Or maybe he’ll flake out on this like he flakes out on our game nights.” 

“Who flakes out?” 

Your eyes automatically close in exasperation as you turn slowly to face the devil you’d just accidentally summoned.

Kim Taehyung. Aka Jungkook’s friend. Aka the massive thorn in your side.

The two of you have been at odds since the day you met. He came into your life when Jungkook and Jimin started dating, and from the jump, the two of you have totally clashed. Where you’re easily excitable, he’s subdued, even deadpan. Where you’re constantly raving about the amazing things you love, he’s always complaining, finding fault with those same things. It wouldn’t be so terrible if he didn’t insist on sharing his every thought with you. It’s like he lives to needle you.

Right now, he wears his standard bored expression, gorgeous face completely blank as he gazes at you, waiting for an answer. You don’t give him one, taking a moment to examine his costume. Tight black jeans, tight white t-shirt, bright red leather jacket. An eyebrow cocks beneath his fluffy dark curls. 

“Well? Who flakes out?” 

“Who are you supposed to be? James Dean?” you ask, ignoring his question again. 

“I’m a rebel,” he informs you. 

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Like I said. James Dean.”

“No.” He pulls out a toy lightsaber from behind his back, flipping it on. The blue light illuminates his annoying smirk. “I’m a Rebel.”

“That’s not - you’re not - “ 

“Taehyung-ah!” In their harlequin makeup, Jimin’s normally cherubic smile looks absolutely demented. “Perfect timing, the first panel’s about to kick off.” They reach down and grab Jungkook’s hands, helping him to his feet. “C’mon, Puddin’, let’s go grab our seats.” 

The rest of your friends fall in line as Jimin and Jungkook lead the way. Taehyung unfortunately ends up in lockstep with you. Because of course he does. 

“Nice costume,” he intones quietly, and you smooth several of the verdant leaves trailing from your hips, waiting for him to drop the snarky comment that’s likely hanging on the tip of his tongue. Maybe something about how homemade your costume looks… which it is. You’ve been working for weeks on your Poison Ivy cosplay. Finding a corset in just the right shade of green took the longest amount of time. 

The second longest came this morning, when Jimin had to painstakingly lace you into said corset. You squirm a little, wishing they hadn’t tied you in so damn tight. But as long as you can breathe, you’ll survive.

It’s definitely the most amount of skin you’ve ever shown at a convention, with your curves overflowing both above and below the constricting bodice. At the last minute, you nearly balked, thinking you’d be too much, until Jimin gave you a pep talk that essentially boiled down to “Own your power.” Somehow, it worked. Overall, you’re very pleased with your costume, which is why you’re expecting Taehyung to burst your bubble about it any second now.

But he merely holds the door to the hall open for you with a hint of a smile. Narrowing your eyes, you waltz past him, taking a seat next to Jimin. 

“I have been waiting all year for this day, and I swear to God if he ruins it, I’m taking you out, Minnie,” you declare to your roommate with a deadly serious expression. They don't ask you to clarify who you meant by ‘he.’ They already know.

“Me? But Kookie invited him!” 

“Yes, but Kookie’s a muscle pig! I know my limits!” Jimin just tuts as you glare. “God, he’s the worst. He can’t even mash up a costume properly.”

“I think it’s kinda clever, actually. And you have to admit, he looks fantastic in that outfit.” Jimin tips their head in admiration as Taehyung takes a seat, jeans straining to contain his muscular thighs. Not that you noticed. “I wanna thank his mother for a butt like that.” 

“No, it’s not, and no, I do not,” you hiss back before falling silent as the moderator takes the stage. “And don’t you dare quote ‘Shoop’ when you speak of that man!”

Whatever brief burst of madness prompted Taehyung to actually compliment you before the first panel doesn’t last. As soon as your group filters out to head to the next session, he’s back on his bullshit. You make the mistake of mentioning how you liked the book better than the first movie, and he pounces, dragging you into a debate. He does the same thing after the next panel, saying just the right (obnoxious) thing to pull you into another quarrel, and again after that. By the time your friends scatter for lunch, between the snug corset digging into your skin, and the irritating man trying to get under your skin, you’ve had enough. 

Out of your group, only you, Jimin, and Taehyung want fish skewers, so you queue up in the long line at the kiosk. You’re doing your best to tune Taehyung out as he and Jimin discuss the last event, a Q&A session with one of your favorite authors in which she’d dropped major hints about the identity of the mysterious supervillain from her latest series, to your absolute delight.

Taehyung, naturally, was not impressed. 

“I can’t believe she just said that!” Jimin shakes their head as the line slowly shuffles forward. “She basically confirmed it’s been Dr. Choi all along.” 

“Nope. There’s no way it’s going to be Dr. Choi!” 

Gritting your teeth, you try to focus on the colorful costumes around you. Breathe in, breathe out, ignore the asshole.

“But everything she said lines up with his character! Why else would she say that stuff?”

Taehyung huffs a quick laugh through his nose. You know that sound. It’s his ‘Oh, you sweet summer child’ laugh. So patronizing. Your fingers curl into fists. Forget thorn, he's a giant prick.

“That was clearly just a publicity stunt. In a day, she’ll be all over social media, claiming her comments were taken out of context. Mark my words.” He sniffs. “Her little ploy is as obvious as her plots.” 

“Oh my god, will you just shut up already?”

Jimin and Taehyung both blink in surprise as you round on them. 

“What did I say?” Jimin asks, looking wounded. 

“Not you, Minnie! Him!” You shove your pointer finger directly into Taehyung’s chest. “Just. Shut. Up!”

For once, Taehyung’s impassive expression drops, just as his mouth does as he gapes at you. But you’re too frustrated to bask in the fact that you’ve finally wiped that blasé look off his face, and now that you’ve blown your gasket, you’re going to vent it all.

“I am sick and tired of you always picking on everything! Anything and everything that I like, you just have to come in with your horrible takes and rude comments and just pick, pick, pick! Like some fucking vulture that feeds on joy - you just gotta rip it apart!” 

“I don’t - “ 

“Just let people enjoy things, okay?? You don’t have to like them! Just let them have their fun!” 

You’re vaguely aware of your roommate backing away as you growl at Taehyung, jabbing him again and again with your finger. Jimin’s never seen this side of you. You’ve never seen it either. It’s just the effect Taehyung has on you, making your face warm and your chest heave as you continue to lay into him. 

“Babe, don’t you think - “

“No! Stay out of this, Jimin.” People are giving you a wide berth now, the line for the kiosk having zigzagged around the three of you long ago, but you don’t care. There’s no stopping the head of steam you’ve built up. “God, why are you even here? Nothing makes you happy! You don’t like anything!”

“That’s not true!” Taehyung finally snaps out of his stupor as you break off, panting for breath. “I like plenty of things! I came here because - “ 

“Because you wanted to ruin my day! You can’t let me have one day of fun without fighting with me about something, can you? Well, fine! Let’s fight!” There’s a sheen of sweat breaking out on your forehead. Is it the heat from the food stands that’s making you feel this hot? And why can’t you catch your damn breath??

“Whoa, okay, let’s just put a pin in that, uh, invitation and go outside. Maybe we should get some fresh air,” Jimin suggests in a soothing tone, gesturing to the entrance to the main atrium, “because I think - hey, babe, are you okay?” 

Those fucking laces.

The world goes black. 

When you reopen your eyes, Taehyung is staring at you. So is Jimin. 

And so is an entire crowd of strangers standing in a ring around the three of you. 

“What the fuhh…” you trail off, looking around. You’re out in the main atrium, but you don’t remember walking out here. The marble tiles are cold under your bare shoulders and barely covered ass. “Why am I on the floor?”

“It’s okay. You just passed out a little,” Jimin says, a gentle hand holding yours. 

“I did?” Your head spins slightly as you sit up. The gawkers begin to start to disperse. 

“The event EMTs checked you out. Said you were probably having trouble breathing.” Jimin looks a little abashed. “Guess I tied your laces too tight. Sorry. I loosened them a little before he laid you down.”

“He? He who? One of the EMTs?” 

Jimin continues to look chagrined.

Taehyung smirks. “‘He’ as in me.” He straightens up, tossing his dark curls out of his eyes. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

Heat scorches your neck. “Trust me, you are the last person whose attention I want!” Jimin pulls you to your feet, but you wave them off when they try to help you walk. “I’m okay, Minnie, I can walk on my own!” 

But just as you finish your angry declaration, your knees buckle slightly. Before you can blink, Taehyung’s arm is around you, propping you up. He guides you towards a cluster of chairs by the windows.

“Come on,” he murmurs warmly, voice so unlike his usual aloof tone of superiority. “Why don’t you sit here for a minute? Let me get you a soda. Maybe some sugar would help.” 

“Uh. Sure. Thanks.” You glance at Jimin, who shrugs at your confusion, then nods. 

“Good idea, Tae. Thank you.” 

As soon as Taehyung’s out of earshot, Jimin pinches you. 

“Ow! Why?”

“He likes you!”

“What? No, he doesn’t!” You rub your arm where his fingers tweaked you, flabbergasted by his sudden proclamation. 

“Yes, he does! How did I miss it?” They run their fingers through their hair, letting the shiny locks flop back into place. “It makes sense now! All that bickering was just sexual tension!”

“Uh, nothing makes sense, especially you right now! And why the pinching??”

“Sorry, I just got excited.” Jimin grins, and you roll your eyes. 

“But what the hell makes you think he’s into me? Because he’s buying me a Coke after I told him off?” 

Jimin leans back in their seat, still smiling smugly. “‘Told him off’ is putting it mildly. I know I told you to own your power, but damn! No, I’m referring to the way he reacted when you passed out. I’ve never seen someone look so panicked. If I hadn’t been freaking out myself, I would’ve found it cute.”

You clutch Jimin’s hand, giving them a little squeeze. “Sorry I gave you a scare. I really do feel okay right now. But you’re wrong.” 

“Mmm, I don’t know. You didn’t see his face when the EMTs were checking you over.” Jimin shakes their head. “He was so worried. I’m telling you, he’s got it bad."

Taehyung strolls back out of the food court, effectively ending the conversation. He holds out a can and you take it with a barely audible thank you. 

As if they were waiting for a cue, Jimin jumps up. “If you think you’ll be okay here, I’m gonna go find the others and let them know what they missed,” they announce, barely waiting for your nod before they spin on their heel and skip off towards the main ballroom, baseball bat swinging merrily.

Leaving you and Taehyung sitting in awkward silence. 

You tap the top of the soda can before cracking it open. Taehyung notes the action, eyebrow lifting again. “You afraid I shook that up first?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” you scowl reflexively before noting the soft smile on his face. “What?” 

“Nothing.” Your glare informs him that you don’t believe him. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a sip. 

“You don’t believe me?” he drawls, looking slightly offended. 

“Taehyung. I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” Setting the can on an empty chair next to you, you try to cross your arms, but the corset’s too stiff, so you let your hands rest on your thighs.

He blinks slowly. “Well, I suppose I could show you instead. Seeing is believing, right?” And one of his hands comes to rest on yours. 

“Uh…” The feel of his fingers tapping lightly on the back of your hand freezes you completely. For once, you’re at a loss for words. However, Taehyung is not. 

“I know we have our… disagreements… but I do enjoy your company,” he states matter-of-factly, as if he’s telling you something mundane like what time it is instead of confessing his true feelings. If you closed your eyes, you’d recognize that tone as his usual detached languor. Except now, staring at his expression, you realize - he’s nervous. And overcompensating by trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. 

But his eyes give him away. 

“I will also admit that I have perhaps fallen into a habit of goading you. A little.”

“A little!”

He frowns, fingers stilling. His hand is so warm, heat leaching into you where his skin touches yours. “Fine. A lot. I can’t help myself. It’s just… you’re so cute when you’re angry.” 

“I’m - what?” 

Taehyung leans forward, seeming rather pleased with himself for shocking you with his statement. There’s that self-satisfied smirk of his again. But that glimmer in his eyes… he looks… fond? 

Oh god, Minnie’s right, aren’t they?

“Do you remember the first time we met? At Kook-ah’s party?” Speechless, you just nod at his question. “I thought you were so pretty that I got a little tongue-tied. You tried to talk to me and asked me what I thought about some movie that you’d just seen, and I kind of shrugged, because I couldn’t speak. You took that to mean I didn’t like it, and immediately launched into a monologue about how misunderstood the film was and so on,” he waves his hand in the air.

Thanks to an intense flip-cup tournament, that night is mostly a blur, but you do somewhat remember getting into an argument with Taehyung as soon as you’d met him. But you definitely don’t remember him being tongue-tied, not that night or any other since you’ve known him. 

“But you’ve never had any problems talking around me! I’d even say you talk too much!” 

He laughs, and suddenly he’s smiling at you, this ridiculously sweet, kinda boxy smile, and your heart leaps in your chest. 

“That’s because I learned that night how you’re even more beautiful when you’re fired up about something. When you speak with passion…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I actually agree with a lot of your opinions, you know. But I can’t resist pretending to disagree, just to watch you light up. It’s addictive.” 

You’ve not noticed until this moment how thick his eyelashes are, as he leans even closer. Or how long and graceful his fingers are as he grasps your hand off the table, cradling it in his lap. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I took it too far. I know how excited you are to be here today, so I’m sorry if I ruined it.”

If you weren’t already stunned, that statement would’ve done it. Kim Taehyung apologizing? The two of you are sitting thigh to thigh now, your hand still between his. 

“Um. Well. Thank you?” 

“You said earlier that you don’t know why I’m here today. Do you really not know?” 

Tearing your gaze away from where you were staring at his hands, you glance at his face. You know, all in all, it’s really not a bad face. 

You must have a funny expression on your own, because he laughs, this low chuckle that makes your chest hum, like he’s hit a frequency that resonates only there. 

“Why are you laughing?” you ask, eyes dropping to his lips.

“Because you make me happy.” He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. “That’s why I’m here. To be near you.”

“Noona!” 

As if pulled sharply by invisible strings, you and Taehyung snap apart, his hands dropping yours. Your head swivels in the direction of Jungkook’s voice to see him bounding towards the cluster of chairs, your other friends in tow. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheek as his worried eyes sweep over your face. “Are you okay?? Minnie told us what happened.” 

Okay, maybe you’re right to be so soft for this kid. “I’m okay, Kookie. I appreciate the concern, though.”

“She’s fine, Kook-ah,” Taehyung mutters, suddenly standing. “Here. Have a seat.”

Dazed once again, you watch as Taehyung ambles off. Jungkook and the rest are asking you questions, but you’re not listening. There’s annoyance roiling in your belly again, but it’s not from anything Taehyung said this time. 

It’s for the interruption. 

In five steps you’ve caught up to Taehyung, who merely raises his eyebrows when you tug on his arm. He doesn’t say a word as you grab him by the nape of his neck. Doesn’t even breathe as you guide his face towards yours.

But as soon as your lips touch his, he comes alive. His arms lock around you, drawing you in. He tilts his head to bring you closer, pressing more of his mouth against yours. There’s an entire room full of strangers around you, but you couldn’t care less. Eyes fluttering shut, you lean into him, fingers lacing through his thick hair. He lets out a little moan as you accidentally tug on the silky strands and the sound, and immediately you repeat the action, drawing another gentle groan. 

He pulls away then, cheeks flushed as he gazes at you. “Probably shouldn’t do too much of that here,” he murmurs in a deep timbre.

“Eh, it’s comic con. I’m sure they’ve seen stranger than a Jedi and a supervillain making out,” you grin as you take his hand, leading him to a quiet corner of the atrium. A glance at your friends finds them all mid-gawk. Jimin in particular looks like they’re having an out-of-body experience.

You know the feeling.

“I thought you were pretty, too,” you admit shyly. 

Taehyung blinks. “What?” 

“When we met. I - I thought you were the prettiest guy I’d ever seen. And I live with Jimin and Kookie.” 

Taehyung’s boxy smile returns. He brushes gentle fingertips over your knuckles. “So, are we okay?”

“We will be. Once you’re made up for all that time wasted arguing.”

The warmth in his gaze overwhelms you. Makes you want to wrap yourself up in it and never leave. “That’s a lot to make up for.”

“Yep. Better get to work,” you whisper before he captures your mouth with his. 

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