#mariokart fluff

[hyperdramas]

for one last time | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, tiny mention of jealous!seokmin, mentions of sports (wii sports), reader is lost, kissing, small mention of physical touch, bits of shamless flirting (on seokmin's end), pet names (reader w baby, seokmin w honey, babe), lyr projects her love for wii games on reader, seokmin throws something at reader (a baseball cap as a teasing gesture), they're cute & in love your honor

now playing: for one last time, cheyander

"You swing your arm back and forth like this, babe. That's how you hit the ball." Seokmin's behind you, breath hitting your ear as he puts one hand on your waist and the other on your right arm, performing the swinging motion. Your cheeks are warm from the touch, and Seokmin notices this, a smile on his face as he pulls away.

Your boyfriend was a sports fanatic—he loved lots of sports, and were good at a lot of them too. The first game he had bought for the Wii you two shared was Wii Sports, and he had the joy (at least, that's what he said) of teaching you how to play the game.

You loved Wii games, but disliked sports—you didn't see the hype around them, and you never understood the rules anyways. Seokmin was just so excited to show you how to swing for tennis and serve for volleyball using the Wii remotes, though.

How could you say no to a sweet smile like the one your boyfriend had?

"Seokmin, baby, I really don't think I'm made for this." You look at him, and he adjusts his baseball cap, shaking his head as the watch on his wrist shuffles with his movements.

"We're just gonna give it sometime, okay? Let's try baseball again, okay?" Seokmin looks over to you, voice soft as he exits the tennis portion of the game.

"You'll crush me! You're so good at baseball, Minnie, it's not even a competition with you." You mumble, and Seokmin laughs, kissing your cheek as he shakes his head. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. I want you to get the hang of it first."

As he continues to find the baseball setting, you watch your boyfriend from behind, studying his broad frame and muscled shoulders and arms he's gotten by pitching baseballs and serving volleyballs, no doubt.

As Seokmin worked to recallibrate your controller, you studied his nearly perfect batting form, watching the slope of his nose, bite of his bottom lip, and twinkle of his eye as he focused on the instruction on screen.

"Alright, I think I've got it. Come on, honey, let's try again." Seokmin hands you your remote, and you sigh, shuffling to get in place as you spread out from him.

"Why can't we just play Mariokart and call it a day?" You question, and Seokmin looks over to you, eyes puppy-like as he juts out his lower lip.

"Let's just try one more time, okay? Just one more time." Seokmin begs like a little child, and you can't say no, especially when he's looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes.

"......Fine. One more time." You finally give in, spreading your legs out as you get ready to bat. "I love you." Seokmin looks over to you, nose scrunched up as his eyes disappear into pretty crecsents.

Shaking your head, you brace for Seokmin's pitch, giving it your best shot as you swing your arm like he told you. Your ball flies into the sky, an announcement of a home run adorning the screen as you scream and jump for joy. Seokmin runs to you, obviously happy for you as he picks you up in his arms and spins you around.

Once he places you down, with your hands still on his shoulders and his still on your waist, he takes the Wii remote from you, eyes now half lidded as he smirks at you.

Unable to look at him seriously, you laugh, eyes lighting up as you take in Seokmin's now devious expression. It's obvious that he wants something from you, but you can't blame him, as you also want what he's thinking about.

"I think I deserve a home run kiss." You whisper, bringing your hand to the brim of his baseball cap as you take it off, revealing his messy, dark brown hair.

"I was just about to give it to you." Seokmin says, voice soft yet deep as he searches your eyes.

Your run your hands through his hair, letting the bangs fall in front of his eyes perfectly as he starts to lean in, eyes closing as his lips touch yours. His lips feel perfect against yours, and your hands go from Seokmin's shoulders to sliding down his strong back, and making their way back into his curly hair.

The baseball cap in your hands is long gone, on the floor as your hands go back to Seokmin's broad shoulders yet again. He smiles under you, over the moon at your kisses as he pulls away, breathless.

"I knew you could do it. You just needed a little bit of practice." Seokmin smiles softly, and you sway with him, hands in his as you stare into his eyes.

"I think it's because your Mii character is so cute." You tease lightly, and Seokmin glares at you, picking up his baseball cap and throwing it at you as you squeal, laughing.

"I'm just kidding, Seokmin. No Mii could ever take me from you." You sigh, and Seokmin beams, handing you your controller as he asks: "For one last time?"

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[corneredgremlin]

this is exactly what I needed today 😭

why can't I get Leon kisses 24/7, it's honestly a crime--

Leon Kennedy + giving you kisses

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Summary: a few different types of kisses that Leon gives you. just a teensy tiny bit suggestive in one part but nothing crazy. written with re4r Leon in mind. enjoy!!

note: i gotta start making my own cute lil banners for the things i write bc im writing about Leon Kennedy kissing but the gif is him checking his gun

Cheek.

short and sweet but filled with affection, Leon tends to kiss your cheek as a form of greeting with you.

like if you're meeting up for a date, he'll give you a quick kiss on the cheek before asking you how you're doing, making sure you're okay.

or if you're living together, he'll give you a little smooch on the cheek as you both wake up together in bed.

it's a way for him to let you know that he's happy to see your face.

the feeling of his lips will linger for a moment after he pulls away, reminding you that you are loved the second you see him <3

Lips.

kisses on the lips, reserved for more private moments between you and him.

although Leon doesn't mind stealing a quick peck from you while you're both out, he prefers kissing your lips when you're both at home, away from others.

he doesn't need to hold back when he's in the comfort of your home, and he's free to express himself, and his feelings with you.

he'll press his lips against yours for a few seconds, savouring it. when he pulls away, he doesn't really know how to fill the silence that occurs afterwards.

sometimes he says nothing, other times he'll crack an awkward joke that gets you laughing as a way to ease the tension. either way, you feel happy.

Neck.

intimate kisses on the neck. they're for your most passionate moments with Leon.

it's a sensitive spot, and it tickles a bit while he's trailing tender kisses down your neck. but it feels so good.

you're left breathless, letting out soft little sounds which Leon finds so adorable. it serves as encouragement for him to keep going.

if he's feeling it, he might surprise you with a gentle bite on your neck, teasing you a bit.

he feels lucky, because he's the only one who gets to see you this way. breathless, panting, and wanting more. and he gives in.

Forehead.

a kiss on the forehead that always leaves you feeling so loved, so cherished.

Leon tends to give you one before you part. maybe he's heading back home after a date. maybe you're together in bed, about to fall asleep. or maybe he's off to work, and he won't be home for a while.

he makes sure to kiss your forehead, and he tells you he loves you after he does it every single time.

it's a simple gesture, but it holds so much meaning for the both of you.

it's a promise that you'll see each other again. whether that's the next time you go on a date with him, or after you're both awake in the morning, or when he finally returns home after so long. you'll see each other again.

[seattlesellie]

ok. can we talk about going with ellie to the mall because i think it would be… interesting.

(fluff ‘n a little bit of smut so mdni! 🎀 also wrote this ages ago and it’s so bad so excuse me!!! and reader is v fem)

౨ৎ when it comes to ellie williams— i believe she will throughly let you walk her like a dog. quite literally following you around the shops hand in hand— to the point where you’re merely dragging her around. at first, she’d be super chill and relaxed, but one hour later after seeing you try on the same dress three times already— she’d start groaning on and on. “babe… do we really have to go fucking zara again?”, when you tell her that you just regret not buying a certain top, she’d be so adorably pissed off, her eyebrows all furrowed together, just thoroughly confused. she would probably want to stop and eat some food every 5 seconds. “zara… or mcdonalds” ,weighing the two options on her hands and clearly placing the mcdonalds option way higher.

౨ৎ if there’s an arcade— you know her ass is fully stopping in her tracks, begging you to come and play some games with her. obviously, you oblige, because she’s giving you the biggest and cutest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, and maybe she’d stupidly jump up when you say yes. she ends up beating you in every single game— and it's so painfully obvious that she’s been there about 17 times already.

“ellie, you’re only winning because you’re here every single day. you’re like a totallll loser” you defend, after she’d been gloating about her winning streak for 5 minutes straight. unsurprisingly, she just denies it. 

“i swear— ive never been here before, babe”

“els, be honest” you warn.

“okay— been here like once with jesse”

“once?”

“once… plus like five” and at that— she turns around, and places her hand behind her back, so you can intertwine it with yours. she’s sooo beating you in bowling.

౨ৎ while you’re browsing through clothes — shed be hugging you from behind tightly, as she kisses on your neck and silently begs for your attention.

“this skirts super cute, right?” you chirp, pointing at the plaid mini skirt and slowly tracing the soft fabric with the pads of your fingers.

ellie has her chaste lips right on your pulse point, and she’s barely even looking.

you pick it up, and she moves closer behind you with her hands still clinging on to your waist. “cute, right?” — you can feel ellie’s smile slowly form on your neck.

“yeah, babe… you’re very cute. thought you knew that already, though”

౨ৎ when you pull out two pieces from the rack (amethyst purple & floral purple) and ask her which color will fit you better, she just rolls her eyes and huffs. “babe… you cannot be serious they're the exact same”, to you, they are NOT. but ellie fully doesn’t get it at all.

౨ৎ put her in a gamestop— and it’s like she won the lottery. browsing through the different controllers, now its your turn to tease and tell her they’re all the exact same. put her in a NINTENDO shop and its literally over. her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and shes borderline skipping through the store trying to find cool figurines. when she sees a bowser plushie (her mariokart main, duh) she picks it out so fast, and then tries to find you a plushie too— a princess peach or a kirby or whatever you want. she goes to pay, and when you leave the store with your two adorable new plushies inside the bag— ellie fully side eyes you. she has something to say, and you know it. she sighs deeply— “think theyre fucking in there?”

“if they’re anything like us… theyre fucking in there— oh my god, babe… bowsers humping her ass, look” —

she’s literally moving them inside the bag.

౨ৎ okay, so you’re done paying at zara (with her credit card but let’s not… talk about it), ellie left about 15 minutes ago because she was tired of looking at the clothes and she said that place looks like a mental asylum. you’re walking out of the shop with the bags in your hands, and you see her sitting on one of the random mall couches with a random grey haired middle aged man. weirdly, they seem to be in the midst of an incredibly intense conversation. you twist your face because what the fuck and;

“waiting for the wife, huh?” she asks him, manspreading on the chair with her hands resting on her thighs. they’re both staring at the store’s entrance, both sighing heavily. “that i am…” the old man huffs, and ellie chuckles to herself. “me too man… me too”

౨ৎ five minutes later — you find them talking about fucking bathroom tiles.

“i told her i wasn’t going to do marble— but she fucking insisted on it”

you walk a little closer, and ellie is still heavily rambling about floor stuff (?) you have absolutely no clue about.

“els…? ready to go?” you chirp, smiling warmly at the stranger. “gimme a sec” ellie looks at you from the corner of her eye, and keeps going. they’re exchanging numbers because they need to start thinking about how to build a new patio, and he has some “awesome fucking tips, man”

౨ৎ ellie places her hand on your shoulder as you’re walking away, and squeezes. “he was such a cool dude” she remarks, with a stupidly dumb, satisfied smile.

“ellie… he was like, sixty five”

“so? we bonded, babe” she shrugs.

“about floor tiles?” you ask her, and she begins rubbing little circles on your shoulder as you both stray further away from the shop.

“amongst other things” ellie chews on the inside of her cheek. should she say it?

“what things?” you smile sheepishly at your girlfriend, who’s seemingly nervous for some reason.

“you know… his wife…” she bites her cheek even harder now. she should definitely not say it. “my wife” okay— there it is.

her wife.

ten whole seconds of absolute radio silence pass. ellie thinks she might have said too much, but ellie doesn’t know you’re fighting for your life trying to hold on to your tears that are threatening to erupt.

her wife.

“you’re proposing here then, i assume?” you’re trying not to sound emotional, trying not to sound like your hearts about to burst out of your chest and start doing cartwheels on the malls pavement.

“nah… definitely somewhere way classier. like… bora bora, or the food court”

“food court?”

ellie has to stop. ellie has to stop and hold your hand.

“yeah… so i can hide the ring inside your burger n’shit. then you like… choke on it, then i save you… then not only am i a fuckin’ hero, i also get to like… marry the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and she has to say yes—” there’s no point in swallowing down your toothy smile now. “cause like… i saved her life, y’know?” as much as ellie’s joking, ellie’s cheeks are burning up.

“will you… say yes, though?” she balances her weight from leg to leg, and averts her gaze. mmhm— what an interesting sign!

the way you place your hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard— that’s definitely a yes.

ellie won’t propose to you in the food court, though. in fact, she has this elaborate plan she has been thinking since about a month into your relationship. that, you’ll never guess.

౨ৎ mall ellie is ALL pda. she doesn’t let go of your hand like ever and constantly needs little kisses on the cheek. she bought you a cute new top? kiss on the cheek. cute dress? kiss on the cheek and on the nose. she doesn’t want you to say your thank you’s, she’d much rather you show them.

౨ৎ when you’re at a lingerie shop… suddenly she comes fully alive. its literally as if someone infused her with seven shots of caffeine and she can’t seem to be able to stop handing you different bra’s, panties, and sexy little nightgowns.

“that’ll look so fucking hot on you” & hands you the sluttiest thong youve ever seen. “that— will drive me fucking crazy” & hands you a sheer bra she can imagine your nipples poking out of.

“wanna eat you out in that” as she hands you a little nightgown and you’re like “ELLIE!” and slap her arm her because a 60 year old woman literally just heard her and looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

“actually— wanna eat you out in that… and in that too… and in that— oh my god look baby they’re crotchless” wiggling her eyebrows and swaying the fabric in the air.

౨ৎ obviously… she wants you to model them for her. it’s funny, how she didn’t give a fuck when you tried a cardigan on or a hat or saw a cute purse, but now she’s demanding to go inside the dressing room with you and stare you down in the mirror like a perv. she watches you strip out of your clothes and you purposely do it extra slowly, taking your time removing the bra… and now, she’s just leaping out of her sit.

“nope— doing that for you…” she unclasps it, stands behind you and immediately gropes your tits. she gives you sweet little kitten licks and kisses on the neck, whilst maintaining full eye contact with her hands on your boobs from the mirror, and you can’t help but whimper when she takes your hardening nipples between her fingers and rolls them in her thumb. “ellie… were in public” you hiss, bucking your ass onto her crotch.

“we’re not in public, were in a dressing room…” she whispers, like she knows best.

“plus, i gotta test these little panties out… s’for you, y’know?”

ellie makes you sit on her lap to watch it up close, until she’s fully satisfied and is sure that they fit just right, and that she can see herself peeling them off of you. “give me a little wiggle, babe”, she rasps, as her hands roam over your naked waist.

“a wiggle?” you giggle, and burry your face in the crook of her neck.

“like… grind yourself up against me. gotta test the fabric, make sure you’re… comfortable” and— of course you do. you grind yourself up against her thigh until you forget what you even came to the mall for.

ellie’s eyes are fixated on you, taking in your little silent whimpers as you “test the panties” out.

“think… fuck— think we gotta buy them now… soaked ‘em all up, huh?” ellie pants, as she helps you grind your body back and forth. when ellie looks down on her thigh, truly just to watch how your pussy lips swallow the drenched material, ellie comes to an extra conclusion as well. there’s a sticky wet patch, almost heart shaped, over her denim jeans.

“shit… babe, look at that mess…”, she holds you by the back of your neck, and guides your head down. “mhm… gotta buy me some new jeans” your breath cages inside your throat as you begin to stutter, “sorry, el… didn’t mean to”

“oh fuck no… it’s… shit— so fuckin’ hot”

anyways, mall ellie is a menace.

[straylightdream]

what am I missing - 3racha

act eight: “this is going to be fun.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung.

Han Jisung has always been an interesting boy. He’s always been shy until he gets comfortable with someone. It took sharing french fries the first time you met for you to instantly bond. You’ve always been close and Jisung has always been touchy feely with you. It takes very little alcohol for him to flirt with you and to ask you to cuddle. You've shared a few drunken kisses that neither Chan or Changbin know about.

When Jisung asked you to have dinner with him you had a good feeling because he knew what happened with Changbin. Originally you fully planned on going out, but you asked him to stay in and watch a movie and order take out.

The moment he walked through the door things definitely felt different between you but not in a bad way. He seemed slightly nervous just like you were.

You sat next to each other eating the Italian food Jisung had ordered. You’re sitting so close that your thighs are touching. You know what the night can hold and you’re dying to know what it’s like to be with Jisung.

He stands up and takes both empty plates to the kitchen. Your eyes are trained on him as he walks back.

Walking back into the living area he stares at you and gives you a gentle smile. “Did you want to watch a movie or play video games?”

“Did you want to play MarioKart?” You know that Jisung hated losing and this would give you a chance to tease and flirt with him.

“Are you trying to lose on our date?” He laughs. It felt refreshing to hear him refer to tonight as a date.

“Last time I checked you lost when we played last time.”

He walks over to the TV and sets up the switch. Walking back over and hands you the remote.

Many nights you have spent drinking and playing MarioKart with the boys. Jisung is the only boy you struggle to beat when you play.

You start the first game and you can’t help but poke fun at Jisung as you’re beating him. You absolutely love the idea of riling him up. In your last game of the Mushroom cup you’re beating him. As you toss back a red shell you can’t help but yell as you pass the finish line winning.

“I told you you suck,” you laugh poking his side.

His eyes narrow on you before grabbing your wrist. You stare at him for a moment before he pushes you back flat against the couch. He wastes no time tickling your soft side. “So I suck now?” He grins.

“You lost so yes?” You giggle.

“You won’t be saying I suck when I and make you scream,” he stops tickling you and the look on his face turns you on.

“Are you a sore loser?” You’re playing with fire and you want to get burned.

Without saying a word he straddles your hips and reaches forward, pinning your wrist above your head. The tension in the room feels thick as you both just stare at each other. You’ve never seen this side of Jisung and you’re dying to unlock different layers to his dominant side.

"So..since 3 out of the 4 people know the situation already, I might as well acknowledge it?" He finally speaks.

"Umm…” you aren’t sure why but suddenly you feel embarrassed. You had been acting so confident and now with Jisung pinning you down you feel shy. Maybe it’s because you’ve never had anyone treat you like this.

"How do you like it?” He grins.

"What?”

"How was it with them?” He leans in closer to you.

"Ji..'' he’s looking at you like he’s ready to devour you. This look in his eyes is enough to make you wet. You’re quickly realizing all his sex stories he’s told might be very true.

"Yeah?”

"Does it make me a bad person that I want to kiss you right now?” You change the subject. You don’t want to talk about Chan and Changbin. Specifically you don’t want to bring up what Chan is like in bed. He’s clearly a very private person about his sex life and it isn’t your place to say what happened. That moment on this same couch you shared with Chan is something that is only between you.

"Bad? absolutely not, in fact the feeling is mutual and you know it," he leans forward holding your hands above your head with one hand while his hand gently rests on your throat. His thumb gently drags across the delicate skin.

“Jisung what is going to happen tonight?”

“What do you want to happen?”

“I want to know what it’s like to have sex with you?”

He leans closer and your lips brush for a mere moment. “I’m going to make you beg for me.”

“Ji..”

“Yes baby?”

You know right now you can’t be shy, you need to play along with him if you want to know what it’s like to be with him. Tonight you need to be confident. You know if he didn’t want you, he wouldn't have asked you out.

His hand tightens around your neck. You’ve never been choked before and you suddenly feel light headed as he stares down at you. You feel slightly dizzy and for some reason that is turning you on even more.

“Does pretty like it when I choke her?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

He leans forward pressing his lips against yours for another heated kiss. His tongue glides across your bottom lip requesting you to open your mouth. He kisses you like he’s trying to get you naked. He pulls away tugging on your bottom lip.

“Please,” you whimper.

“Please? You need to use your words baby. I’m not going to give you anything unless you ask for it.”

“Please fuck me.”

Without another word he leans down, crashing his lips into yours. His lips are searing against yours. His hand never leaves your throat. He fluctuates applying pressure. It didn't take long before you moaned softly against his lips.

“This is going to be fun,” he smiles, pulling away from your lips.

an: sorry I left you guys on a spicy cliffhanger… don’t worry the next part will come out soon.

Regarding my taglist: I’m tagging so many people like 300+ people and the the amount of reblogs and interactions I’m getting compared to my taglist make me quite sad. I kindly ask if you request to be tagged that you interact with my writing. It takes me a really long time to make sure I tag everyone. Im going to start removing silent readers and blank blogs to make tagging easier. If you want to on a taglist the form is still open. Im just really asking for interaction if I’m spending the time to tag you.

Thank you to anyone who has been replaying to the post and reblogging them.

[sharksupermacy]

sweet love

sweet love-mina x 10th member! reader

synopsis: you love mina genre: fluff, cute little date, a 3DS????, making myself feel single

you love mina.

a statement you would stay by forever. even though the inventible might happen with her as such almost every such relationship hits you have come to exist to be happy with the now.

despite not being able to proudly claim that you were in a relationship with mina due to the stigma of two people in the same group. you were always able to show affection through gestures and hints when you were both together. linger touches far and definitely not few, giving random objects to each other, and missing items from each other closets???

safe to say miny/n stans were fed well almost 1000% of the time. even your members who supported you and mina relationship couldn't take the constant back hugging and hand-holding. all gagging (jokingly) at how much love you had for one another.

both yours and her favorite things to do with each other is to snuggle up and play a random game together. it didn't matter to either you or her that the game was well made or just really bad as long as you could both play it together.

this led to both of you agreeing to play the classic game Pokémon X and Y together on one 3DS in bed. It was nice mina back hugging you as you both booted up the screen together. you held the game in your hands as mina wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you on the cheek. both of you silently agreed you would trade anything in the world for another moment just like this.

you could hear the room almost in complete silence as a nice cozy feeling settled over the both of you in dim lighting. in the room over you could hear your members screaming playing mariokart on the switch you had just bought a month ago.

she silently watched as she saw you getting excited over the game letting the warm feeling take her over. with you playing a game as she felt just pure happiness in the moment.

"i love you," is what you said that broke the silence of the game and the quiet(ish) dorm. you tilted your head as you received no response back from the penguin. you were met with a passed-out mina from exhaustion from the schedule all of you had today.

you smiled as you got up from your place as silently as possible. saving the game progress so far, and turning off the lights in the room. smiling quietly at how much you loved her while putting the 3DS down on the drawer across the room. looking at the faint outlines of all the souvenirs, and memories you and her had made over the entire relationship.

"y/n where are you-" was slurred out from across the bedroom as you smiled to yourself more. (liking how mina called out for you.) "coming," was the word you replied back with as you made your way over bed. crashing into mina arms as both of you giggled at your antics. both of you laying in each other arms, as sleep washes over you.

"i love you," is the words that you had said to her as you felt yourself drifting off into dreamland.

a small fleeting response was said by the other, "i love you too." as both of you cuddled closer peacefully sleeping. realizing it didn't matter if you and mina had fights or even broke up in the future. you were content with just peacefully loving her in the present.

chaeyoung pov:

I was just entertaining chat where they brought up that they hadn’t seen mina and y/n in a while. I thought huh I haven’t either. “let’s go see them, shall we,” as I snatched the camera when the others were distracted by the rage-inducing game mariokart.

I made my way down the messy dorm hallway and stopped in front of the couple's door. knocked on the white door twice before calling out to the gamer couple if they were awake. no response. i knocked again and cracked open the door. where i was met a very snuggly penguin and y/n. “ew,’” I said while the camera faced me as. I turned the camera toward the love birds for a second as the comments went crazy.

twiceslaying: miny/n???? besties?????

hyofuturewife: MINY/N FTW!!! 

momodancemachine: MINY/N NATION WAKE UP! WE’VE BEEN FED AGAIN!!!!

I smiled at the comments of support as I closed the door behind me. making my way back down the hallway again lovingly complaining about how I have to put up with these two every day.

safe to say both you, mina, and miny/n was trending the next morning.

a/n: been a little bit a lot dead for the pass week or so but good news smau preps all finished! bro.. actually why is either way so good-(AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)

[nathanbatemanfucker]

In the Eyes

summary: marc is dating the most competitive mario-kart player he’s ever met. and he loves them.

prompt: reader and marc are playing mario kart and getting very competitive (but still fun, no actual fighting). they both end up ordering pizza and snuggling up on the couch watching ancient aliens cause why not. idk

pairing: marc spector x gn!reader, implied reader x steven grant/jake lockley

contents: fluff, internal angst, cheating during mario-kart (a cardinal sin), food mention, cheesy love confessions

gif credit: @nowritingonthewall

word count: 2.5k

an: this is a little late but, happy year anniversary to moonknight! thank you to @juneknight for putting together this moonknight anniversary fic exchange. all the smooshes and all my love bb. and to my lovely friends in Marc’s girls i love uuuuu 🥰 (p.s. internal angst is a must with marc spector so sorry in advance)

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Nights like tonight are the sort you look forward to all week. And they’ve started to become a staple in your relationship with Marc. It’s partially because you like to have specific things that you do with each of them— the other half is that Steven and Jake suck at MarioKart. Marc is the only one who’s any real competition and with your competitive nature, it’s a requirement for game nights such as these.

Marc shows up to your apartment on time, as always, and just the sight of you has all of the tension that habitually sits in his shoulders dissipating. You look mischievous, mouth turned up in a smirk that he can’t help but want to kiss. Although your eyes say it all�� bright and sparkling– it's abundantly clear that you’re ecstatic about him being here. It's something he still adapting to but would it be so terrible for him to believe that you genuinely do enjoy his presence? Horrible no, but terrifying. Nevertheless, he’s trying and will continue to show up if only to see that twinkle in your eye, no matter how hard it is to believe that he is the reason.

His self-deprecating train of thought is interrupted when you reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Marc melts against your mouth, a hand raising to cup your cheek. There’s nothing that clears his mind like the feel of your lips against his– he would happily give up oxygen to kiss you for the rest of his days. But eventually, you pull away, grinning at him.

“Ready to get your ass kicked, Spector?” You huff breathlessly into his mouth.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down on it teasingly before saying, “Ready to do the ass-kicking, actually.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Marc is all about routine, it's just who he is. It's the only thing he’s taken from his time serving that he is grateful for as it helps balance his mind– all of their minds. So when the two of you get the game loaded and make it to the characters screen he chooses Donkey Kong as he always does. Sometimes to mess with and throw him off a bit you’ll choose Donkey Kong. He has his list of backups– Link, Mario, and begrudgingly, Toad– but those never feel exactly right. Tonight you decide to give him a break, you’ll prove to him that you can beat him in his element or not.

The two of you are neck and neck on the last race, with Marc starting to lurch forward ahead of you. There’s a healthy distance between you, ample room for dramatic turns and frustrated bouncing without either of you accidentally elbowing the other. But, when he starts to leave you in the dust on the last lap around you know exactly how to distract him. Without taking your eyes off of the screen, you scoot an inch closer to him. He’s well aware of your movement, heightened observation comes with Khonshu but he makes nothing of it, focusing on making it to the finish line. The sly grin on your lips spreads and you shift even closer, this time your shoulder rubs against his. Marc stiffens, his grip on the controller fumbling a bit. It's the perfect opportunity for you to make your move, and you brush up against him again to ensure that he’ll glance over at you.

“What’re you doin’?” He asks suspiciously, and out of the corner of your eye, you see that for just a moment his eyes flicker over to you.

You grin, eyes firmly glued to the screen as you watch his character slow down. You pass him easily, your voice innocent as you say, “Nothing.”

When his eyes return to the screen they widen in disbelief as you cross the finish line a few seconds before him. “You cheated!” He accuses, looking over at you with narrowed eyes.

Your mouth drops open in feigned offense, “Did not!”

“Bullshit, baby, I know what you’re doing when you move closer to me.”

“You’re warm, I was cold.”

“Liar.”

“Alright, since you’re so sure, let’s go again. Best 2 out of 3. I’ll even sit on the ground this time, can’t cheat that way,” You insist, before shifting off the couch to sit crossed-legged between his knees.

As nonchalant as ever, Marc bends to wrap his arm around your waist and lifts you with no effort to place a pillow underneath your butt. The simple act of care contrasts with the competitive look on his face as he hands you your controller once more, “No funny business this time baby.”

He lets you get comfortable, waiting to strike. He’s trailing a few places behind you up until the last lap. You’re sure that you’ll win and halfway around the last pass you relax back against the couch. Unseen to you, Marc grins just before he starts to shift his knees back and forth.

“Hey now,” You quip, but you don’t look away from the screen or make any movement, assuming that he needs to readjust in his seat. But it continues and you glance up at him with a knowing look.

“Oh now, who’s cheating?” You ask, trying to lean away from his knees that he’s bumping into your shoulders.

“What was that? I can’t hear you over my impending victory,” He teases, nodding his head toward the screen.

When your eyes follow his over to the tv, you watch as he shoots you with a red shell before zooming away over the finish line. The shell disrupts you completely, and you’re passed by half of the computers. You end up in 7th place and huff in frustration, “Marc!

“Hmm?” He hums through a laugh, bending to press a kiss to your cheek.

You try your best to glare at him, but with his smile this wide and genuine, you can’t even hold the expression for more than a few seconds. “You only beat me because you cheated and I’m hungry.”

Marc frowns at you, setting his controller down on the coffee table before fishing his phone out of his pocket, “What? Why didn’t you say that before? What do you want— pizza?”

“Pizza’s good. I want—“

“I know, baby.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “What if I was gonna say something different?”

He looks up at you with an expression that says ‘really?’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was upset, genuinely feeling impatient with you. But, in the time that you’ve gotten to know him— all three of them— it’s become much easier to read them. It’s always in the eyes. And when it all boils down, no matter what he’s feeling or saying, all you ever see in Marc’s eyes is understanding and adoration for you.

“Ok, fair, I wasn’t but if I wanted to?”

He shrugs, a knowing smile on his face, “Then I would know.”

Your cheeks warm and you rest your head on his knee, looking up at him with this soft look on your face that makes him feel melted. To know and be known. It’s all either of you have ever wanted.

Marc clears his throat to distract from the flush in his cheeks he knows is there, “While we wait…y’know, Steven told me about this show— we don’t have to watch it if it doesn’t sound interesting to you.”

“I’m listening.”

Marc goes into an entire spiel, using his hand as he and Steven always do, though Marc’s movements are sharper and smaller. You’ve known that Marc is nerdy by how easy he navigates technology, casually throwing out terms here and there that you never understand. But to see him like this, with bright eyes as he explains the contents of the show, it displays you that similarity between him and Steven that’s always buzzing beneath the surface.

“Are you talking about Ancient Aliens?”

He snaps, eyes going wide, “Yes! You know it?”

You resist the urge to cup his face and dust his cheeks with a flurry of kisses, a difficult feat when he’s looking so adorably excited, “Hell yeah I know it, I watch it with my dad sometimes. I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

“Who doesn’t wanna know about aliens? Atlantis?”

“You always poke fun at Steven for stuff like this,” You say matter of factly.

“That was before I gave it a chance.”

While you get the controllers put up and decide on an episode, Marc heads into your kitchen to get drinks, the tube of parmesan out of your fridge and the red pepper out your fridge knowing that these are all necessary for pizza night. When he returns, you’re curled into a blanket and he sets everything down on the coffee table before pressing in beside you, his arms caging you into his chest.

Both of you are distracted. Not by the usual attraction— that’s manageable. Snuggled together on the couch like this, you both feel it. There’s this pool of some overwhelmingly delightful feeling neither of you has felt before. You can identify it immediately as love. Pure and gooey, like the warm insides of a chocolate chip cookie. Marc on the other hand refuses to look it in the eye, pushing it deeper and deeper until it’s light and fuzzy, ignorable. The last thing he will do is love someone who won’t love him. It isn’t the same— this time he is simply unworthy, not easy prey to a wounded predator— but he’s been there and done that. That wound sits on his chest, refusing to heal no matter what he does.

You lean back, lifting your head out of the crook of his neck to look at him, “Marc?”

He paused the show and met your gaze before you finished saying his name, “Yeah, honey?”

The remote almost slips out of his hand at the look in your eyes. Could it be more? Marc’s only ever seen that look in the eyes of one other— luckily after everything he and Layla are on amicable terms. But could he really have something like that again? Is that twinkle in your eye what he craves so much that his bones ache?

Under his intense gaze your resolve flatters, your heart, feeling as if it will beat right out of your chest.

“I—,” You breath catches in your throat that’s suddenly gone dry. What if he doesn’t love you back? Losing him means losing Steven and Jake. It means losing the only love you’ve ever known. You swallow those words and opt for others, “Tonight has been one of my favorite nights yet. Thank you.”

He can hear it in your tone. He knows that isn’t what you were going to say and by the look in his eyes, you know that he knows. He stares at you for several moments longer, giving you a chance, hoping that you’ll take the plunge because he can’t. Not yet.

Eventually, the pizza arrives and that cuts some of the tension that’s in the room. Something is clearly off but neither of you can find the courage to say anything as you finish eating and the credits roll on the episode you’d put on.

You let him leave. You kiss him goodbye and watch as he crosses the hall to the stairwell, only closing the door once he’s down the first flight. You feel like an idiot— why couldn’t you have just said it? He was waiting, eyes practically pleading, and yet the words wouldn’t form.

It only takes two minutes for you to decide that this isn’t how the night should end. Fears be damned, he deserves to know— they all do eventually. So you grab your keys, knowing that if you’d left your door unlocked for even the short time it would take to get him back, Jake would scold you about it.

Despite the quickness of your decision to chase after him, Marc is well down the street once you make it out the front door of your complex.

“Marc, wait!”

He stops immediately, recognizing your voice even from so far away. His eyes scan the street when he turns around and as soon as they find you, he’s walking towards you, brows furrowed in concern.

“What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” He pats his pockets, noting that his wallet and keys are there.

Maybe you’d decided to tell him what you were planning to say earlier and his heart begins to hammer again. His mind goes to the worst-case scenario, that maybe you weren’t going to confess deeper feelings for him. That you’re ready to be done with him, that he’s not worth it. That every disparaging thing his mother had ever said about him is true and you’ve just come to realize it.

“No, it’s just that I—“

“Yeah?” He prompts when you go quiet for a minute. His voice is fused with preemptive disappointment and he begins to prepare to leave the headspace, to retreat so far within that not even his alters can find him— Steven or Jake can deal with the aftermath of you. He’ll sulk and disappear like he had promised Steven a couple of years ago.

“I love you. I don’t know what I didn’t just say that before, I’d planned to but then you looked at me and it’s like I was scared all over again,” You whisper, eyes slipping down to look at the ground.

He tilts his head at you, his hand rising to cup your cheek. His voice is tender, and confused as he asks, “What do you have to be afraid of?”

“You know what,” You mumble, refusing to look up at him.

“That I wouldn’t want you? That I’d be stupid enough not to love you too?” He says the words as if they’re blasphemy like they’re the most ridiculous thing imaginable and you can’t help but look up at him.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

His other hand raises so he has both your cheeks in his hands, “Because it's complete bullshit, of course, I love you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, now come here,” He pulls you closer by his hand on your cheek, leaning in to press his mouth to yours. He kisses you fiercely, licking into your mouth with a fervor like never before. You match him, just as hungry and needy to show him how deeply you feel for him not just with words, but with actions.

He pulls away, breathless, “Steven’s saying we shouldn’t make out on the street.”

“Yeah, and what’s Jake saying?” You ask, though you can imagine his opinions on public indecency.

“You don’t wanna know.”

You giggle, before saying once more— firmly this time, unafraid to take the plunge because you know he’ll catch you, “I love you.”

“I love you,” He repeats, his mouth brushing yours as he says it.

You arch a brow at him, smiling against his lips. “Enough to settle who’s won and stay the night?”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” He murmurs cheekily through a grin, pulling you back towards your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you both got it.

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[loveephia]

Anon that asked this here, I am SORRY FOR ASKING THAT I GUESS I DIDNT FULL CHECK THE TW'S... But can you do headcannons for kuroo x fem reader that's the manager for another team? Shinzen maybe, and they met at the training camp

Take your time!

kuroo with a small crush on shinzen's manager.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a speck of angst, kuroo trying to get your attention, you're doing your manager duties like a good person would, bokuto being a dense sweetheart.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: NOOO DW ABOUT IT!! WHEN YOU SENT ME THAT QUESTION, I DECIDED TO ADD IT TO MY "NO'S" FOR FUTURE REFRENCES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!! :DD i'm so sorry that this is late. 😭😭😭

you both met when you were first years from the summer camp held two years ago.

kuroo is undeniably a pro at hiding his little crush on you, but he becomes more of a show-off when you're around. 😭

like, y'know how he's athletic, intelligent, and handsome all in one? yeah. he knows he's all that.

now that you're both third years, when he sees you at the summer camp again, he feels more on edge.

because this is his last chance of ever seeing you again unless both of your schools make it to nationals.

he wants to confess to you as soon as possible, but with all the busyness ahead, it's almost unlikely for him to be given an opening.

almost.

when you both meet at the entrance, you give him a small bow of recognition and walk right by him.

and oh my gosh have you gotten cuter??

KUROO IS READY TO RISK IT ALL FOR YOU BC BRO'S GOT THAT DESPERATE RIZZ!! LMFOAO

in the evening, you're about to go to the girl's bathroom to brush your teeth, when you notice kuroo getting out of a classroom too (a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in one hand, and a plastic cup in the other).

since you're both headed the same way (the male and female bathrooms are near each other), you decide to talk to him so that it wouldn't be awkward.

"hello, kuroo. how's the summer camp been treating you so far?" you ask.

kuroo stutters in his step since he didn't notice you. "oh— it's been a bit hellish since bokuto keeps bothering me for practice,"

and kuroo doesn't know why, but he felt a little bolder than usual, "but i don't mind, since i get to see you afterward."

this brought a peachy blush onto your cute cheeks. what a smooth talker he is..

"a- ah.. really?" you ask, a bit flustered as you weren't expecting him to flirt with you.

kuroo nods with no shame as he makes his way over to you. "gonna brush your teeth, too?" he asks, and this time, it's your turn to nod. "mhm. i need to make my smile as pearly as possible."

"i've always liked your smile." kuroo admits as your blush deepens. "you're flattering me, kuroo." you hide the creeping smile behind a hand to kuroo's dismay.

he gently brings your hand down to see the beautiful smile he oh, so, loved.

and you let him. because there's something about kuroo that's just so—

"LET'S ALL PLAY MARIOKART! I WANNA BE PRINCESS PEACH BECAUSE SHE'S COOL— oh." bokuto's exclaims are quickly cut off by the sight of you and kuroo in the middle of the hallway, looking like you were almost about to kiss.

"woah, i didn't know you two were a thing!" bokuto quickly jumps to conclusions as you try (emphasis on the try) to tell him that he has it all wrong, your frantic arms waving back and forth. "n- no! it's not like that!"

it's hard to sway bokuto otherwise when your face is as red as apples right now.

kuroo finds it amusing since he didn't know he had such an effect on you. how cute!

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[turcott3]

mine all mine

florian xhekaj x fem! reader

warnings: light cursing and pure, straight up FLUFF

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you laid on the couch of the xhekaj house, hanging out with your boyfriend’s siblings, arber included.

“you mother fucker.” his older sister yells smacking arber on the arm for knocking her off the track as they raced head to head on mariokart, you trailing behind in 6th place.

“whatever it takes to win dom.” he laughs and continues eventually winning the race.

“how are you good when you never even play?” sophia asks after she finishes in 8th.

“i’m just cool i guess.” he shrugs setting the controller down. the bond you’d grown with florian’s sibling was extremely strong. they welcomed you with open arms the moment you stepped in their door for the first time. you looked at the time, seeing that florian would be home soon after a long practice.

“one more round? parents are at work until late.” arber asks.

“yeah let’s do it.” you reply, hoping to maybe do better this time, which you did, finishing in 3rd. once your final race was over you hear the lock on the front door turn and florian walks in the door.

“soph, dom you guys wanna go to dinner?” arber asks.

“yeah sure. what about flo and y/n?” dom replies.

“well he just came back so i just assumed he wouldn’t wanna go.”

“which you would be correct.” florian laughs returning from setting his bag down in his room and plopping down on the couch close to you.

“damn why?” sophia asks.

“long practice, i just wanna be at home.” he says putting his feet up on the coffee table.

“we’ll get you guys take out?”

“perfect, just call us when you need our order.” you smile leaning back in the corner of the couch, putting your feet up toward florian. his siblings putting on their shoes and walking closer to the door before he gets up to lock the door behind them.

“see you kids later. and flo use-“ arber starts.

“goodbye.” florian says pushing them out the door and shutting it quickly, face flushed red with embarrassment.

“awe, are you embarrassed?” you giggle as he walks back over to the couch.

“no i’m not.” he says, clearly lying out of his ass, and with his hands he separates your legs, laying between them with his head placed gently on your stomach.

“oh baby.” you coo, your hand running lightly through his dirty blonde hair, massaging his scalp.

“missed you.” he mumbles.

“you were only gone a few hours honey.” you giggle and you were met with silence as the boy placed his arms under your back, hugging onto you firmly. he always put on a tough guy front in front of his friends and his family but when the two of you were alone he loved to be babied more than anything in the world.

“i love it when it’s just me and you.” he says, moving his head to look up at you.

“why?” you say brushing hair out of his face.

“because.”

“flo that’s not a reason.” you laugh.

“i just love you, that’s all.” he says softly looking at you with his loving blue eyes.

“i love you too baby.” you smile. he pushes himself up with his arms to press a sweet kiss to your lips before repositioning himself and placing his head on your chest, wrapping his arms back around you. your ran your fingernails up and down his back soothingly, enjoying the moments of quietness with no one around.

“i never want them to come back. i could die happy right here.” he says softly, enjoying the back scratch.

“well once you play with the habs you can get your own place.” you say planting an unknown seed in his mind.

“what about our own place? like you come live with me.” he suggests.

“we’ll have to see but i’m sure we can work that out.” you smile at the idea of it. living alone with florian was, what you considered and fantasy, but the fact that it could happen brought you enough peace.

“i can talk to your parents.” he says resting his chin on your sternum.

“baby let’s not worry about it just yet okay? it’ll all work out.” you smile.

“you’re right. the idea just makes me so excited for my future with you.” he says causing your heart to flutter. you had never met a sweeter boy in your life.

“i’m excited too. everyday is exciting with you.” you say locking eyes with the boy.

“my family loves you, you know? mom is always asking about you when you’re not here.”

“does she really?”

“yes, i’d say almost half the times i ask you to come over is her telling me to ask you.” he laughs.

“well she’s awesome so that makes me happy.”

“good, because you make me the happiest and they see it and in return love you like family.”

“boy you better stop before i start crying.” you giggle as he presses a light kiss to your neck before laying his head back down.

“have you thought about what food you want before they call us?” you ask interrupting the silence that took over.

“to be honest no. just order something and i’ll get the same thing.” he says.

“okay easy enough.”you giggle as your hand finds its way back into his soft locks.

-

[toomuchracket]

my whole life, waiting for you: part 2 (ross x girlband gf!reader fluff)

you know where this is headed, you don't need me to explain!! if you do... read this first. enjoy <3

it's almost funny how calm the green room is. 

the atmosphere is a far cry from the manic, adrenaline and alcohol-fuelled hedonism that it was ten, fifteen years ago. adam is sat on the floor, facetiming his wife and son, chatting to the little boy about the murals the boys saw on their walk for coffee earlier. polly is beside him with her headphones on, watching something on her laptop, which rests on the coffee table. in the far corner, john, gabi, and jamie are battling it out on a mariokart race, and george - typical of him - is nowhere to be seen. he'd shouted to matty that he was just popping outside for something, but matty's curly head had been too engrossed in an essay collection to take in anything his friend had said.

ross is also reading, sat on the opposite end of the sofa from matty. well, he's trying to read, anyway - he can only focus on the words for a few seconds at a time, before they seem to start melting into illegibility on the page. it's not that it's a bad book, at all - in fact, he's actually really enjoying it - but it's making him think of you, and he's incapable of thinking about you without you completely taking over his mind. you recommended the novel, after all, and snuck your copy into ross's suitcase as a gift for tour with a "just so you don't forget to think of me".

as if he ever could.

the pages still smell like your perfume, a faint whisper of rose escaping into the air every time ross turns them. usually, he'd find it comforting, but today it's making the longing for you worse. he slams the book shut a bit harder than he means to, laying it down in favour of checking his texts from you - there's been nothing since your last message an hour ago, telling him you loved him and you'd speak to him soon.

matty looks up in mild concern as the book's covers meet. "shit story?"

"nah, just can't focus right now."

"fair enough," matty closes his own book and stretches, before curling up catlike with his head on the armrest of the couch. "how you feeling about tonight?"

crap. "alright," ross says, feeling anything but. "i'll feel better once we've soundchecked, i reckon. a bit more excited to go out there, y'know?"

"i'm the same," matty nods. "speaking of soundcheck, where the fuck is george?"

ross is about to shrug, when the man in question's famously impeccable timing kicks in; footsteps start to become audible through and towards the half-open door, george's unique laugh following it. following again is the smell of outside, freshly smoked cigarettes, and… your perfume? christ, ross really must be losing it.

and then you appear in the doorway.

your eyes dart round the room before locking onto ross's, and you beam at him. all the air leaves his lungs at once, and all thoughts except she's here leave his brain. in fact, all awareness of everything except your existence in the room totally abandons ross. he can't hear matty's cheerful cry of "HIYA!". he fails to register george and charli's presence in the doorway behind you. he doesn't even take notice of the sudden ground beneath his feet as he jumps up and runs to you. 

he's completely running on autopilot, which is why he automatically crashes his lips onto yours when he reaches you. no hesitation, no worrying about revealing your relationship to everyone else in the room… just the need to show you how much he loves you, misses you, needs you.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, wrapping your arms as far around his broad shoulders as you can. your level of awareness is marginally higher than your boyfriend's, and the gasps and shocked laughter and shouts of "WHAT THE FUCK" make you smile into the kiss. well, partially - just the mere fact you're actually kissing ross is enough to make you beam in itself.

ross breaks away first, reluctantly, just so he can breathe. but he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, big hands cupping your jaw as he smiles centimetres away from your mouth. there's silence - from the two of you, at least - for a second, save your deep breaths, you and him doing nothing but clutching each other and revelling in the closeness.

"hi, baby," you lean back to look at ross, and he actually thinks his heart might give out. the softness seems to sparkle in your eyes, your lips are slightly swollen from how hard he'd kissed you, and he thinks you've never looked more beautiful.

without warning or indication, ross lifts you into a hug, your legs wrapping around his waist out of habit as you shriek out a laugh. "hi, my love," he says into your neck, spinning you around excitedly and relishing in the way you giggle joyously. "missed you. so fucking much."

"so i've heard. s'why i'm here, angel."

"who?... ah," ross turns, so he can see george. "you?"

"me," george nods, then winces as charli elbows him indignantly. "well, us. we did this."

adam pipes up from his spot on the floor. "and what is this, exactly? i mean, i think i know, but the wife wants details," he waves his phone in the air, and from your vantage point of head-on-ross's-shoulder you catch a glimpse of carly on the screen (well, her hair).

"me and her both, hann," matty looks like he's going into shock, lying flat on the sofa with his hands latched on either side of his head - if either you or ross had been capable of noticing anything other than each other, you would have seen the way his jaw dropped when you kissed, and how he'd slid into his current position with a hushed chorus of repeated "what the actual fuck"s. he looks up at you, wide-eyed. "is this… a real thing?"

you nod as best you can without chinning ross. "the real deal. true love, i'd say," you tap your boyfriend's back, and he turns so you can both look at matty; you gently turn ross's head so he can look at you first, though. "that's a safe assessment to make, right, my love?"

"and an accurate one," ross kisses your nose, then turns to his best friend. "yeah, mate, she and i are pretty much settled now."

"the plan was to tell everyone after tour finished," you chime in. "because neither of us wanted the relationship to take the focus away from your music, or mine…"

"...but i got too emo last night and blabbed to george about how much i missed her," ross smiles, cheeks taking on the slightest hint of pink. "and here we are."

there's a vague chorus of awwws from around the room, and through adam's phone, but matty still seems to be processing. "what about your bandmates? do they know?"

thankfully, there's no hint of accusation in his tone, only curiosity. you exhale a breath you didn't realise you were holding. "they only found out this morning, when i told them i couldn't come to the studio today because of a boyfriend emergency. and don't worry, matty," you say, as you see your friend begin to open his mouth. "the album's done. completely. the label overestimated how long i'd need to make it perfect. we were just going in for free tea and biscuits today, to be honest."

ross chuckles, squeezing you even tighter to him, while the room erupts into laughter behind you. matty rolls his eyes, but smiles. "you're so chill it's unbelievable. christ, the two of you are perfect for each other. i can't believe i never realised that."

"matty, shouldn't they start an onlyfans?" charli shouts, around you. adam collapses into giggles, phone nearly falling from his hand - luckily, polly (also laughing) catches it before it hits the ground.

ross winces. "are you still going on about that?"

matty follows suit. "for fuck's sake, charli. no! christ," he shudders, while charli sighs in despair. "you do look hot together, though. really hot. any kids you have would be- oh my god, you need to have kids. please? just one? imagine how musical they'd be!"

charli cackles, grabbing your arm. "babe! didn't i say he'd say tha-"

"right, i think we should all shut up now, and get on with the day, yeah?" george says, deep voice taking on an authoritative tone that ross is secretly thankful for. "soundcheck, let's go."

your boyfriend pecks your lips and puts you back on the ground, as everyone begins to wrap up their activities and head to stage. before a mass exodus from the green room begins, matty puts a hand on your arm and speaks. "i've just got one more thing to say."

"did you just quote your own song?"

"shut up, i didn't mean it," he blushes, while ross snorts. "wanted to ask you something about the show tonight."

"right."

"would you come on and sing with us? you can say no, obvs, but you know how much i love your voice. i'd be really honoured if you agreed."

your friend's quiet earnestness is touching. although it's an unexpected request - you know the boys haven't been involving guests on this tour like they did previously - it's not an unwelcome one. and judging by the way ross hugs your waist tighter and smiles into your shoulder, you think he likes the sound of sharing a stage with you for the first time too. you grin at matty. "about you?"

matty nods. "polly's soloing jesus christ 2005 tonight anyway. prime opportunity for you to have a moment of your own."

"she's soloing- fuck, i'm going to cry," you bring a hand to your chest, and polly laughs and blows you a kiss. "alright. i'll do it."

the boys on either side of you hug you in excitement, and your heart glows. but you're not finished. "if…"

"yeah?"

you turn to your boyfriend. "if i can wear one of your scotland tops while i do."

matty laughs, while ross leans down to kiss you. "course you can, love," he murmurs against your lips. "i'd like that a lot, actually."

"so it's settled, then. i'll sing," you peck ross again, and drag him and matty towards the door. "let's go and practice now, so i don't show you all up."

***

as it turns out, if you angle yourself just so behind the house set onstage, you get a pretty good view of ross through the sheer curtain on the window. mic in hand and ready to go, you sway softly on your high heels as the outro to me begins, keeping to the side so you're not blocking matty's route down from the roof to the front door.

the song ends, and you tap your free hand on the opposite wrist in a sort-of clap as the audience applauds; you pair it with a smile towards your friend as he comes into view, and a laugh as he bows dramatically.

matty pulls you into a half-hug. "i'm excited. you feeling alright?"

"yeah, i'm good," you squeeze his (tiny, really tiny) waist. "actually, i meant to ask earlier… can we stand near ross for the outro?"

your friend smiles, the significance of the action not lost on him. "course we can," he looks up as the familiar music begins. "see you out there, bestie."

with a wink, he opens the door - leaving it ajar for you - and you're alone again. you do your usual pre-show routine, tugging at your skirt so it sits right and fixing your hair a final time, and just wait for the end of the first chorus. ducking under the window to keep your presence a surprise to the crowd as long as possible, you get into position, and step across the threshold onto the stage when matty and polly (doing the backing vocals at the start to throw everyone off the scent of your big reveal) sing the title of the song.

the roar from the crowd when you step out - and presumably, when your face and name appear on the screens - is so loud you can feel it through the stage, so loud that you can't help but grin at the sea of faces as you walk onstage. john playfully nudges you with his shoulder as you pass him, and you make a point of waving at the two g's on drums when you walk by, singing.

when you get to the internal door, though, you can't help but milk the moment a little; you take your time walking through, looking and smiling at the light in wonder, winking at jamie and polly giggling at you. matty's waiting to lead you down the stairs - not for the bit, but for practicality, given your heels - and you have a little group hug with him and adam when you reach the lower level. it's sweet. it's fun. it's comfortable, even though you're performing without your band for the first time in front of thousands of people, who may or may not like you, or even know who you are.

through it all, though, you can't stop yourself looking to stage left, to your smiling boyfriend, the love in his eyes evident even from where you're standing. during the second chorus, you walk to ross, tiptoeing to rest your head on his shoulder from behind him, exactly the same way you do while he makes dinner for the two of you in your flat. he seems to be thinking about that, too; almost on instinct, he turns to kiss your temple, a feather-light brush of lips and skin that nevertheless sends sparks shooting through your body. 

the crowd puts two (that kiss) and two (your - his - top) together, and goes insane. they have the good grace to lower the screaming somewhat during your solo, which you sing centre-stage, matty's arm around your shoulders and yours on his, and then they dial it back up to eleven when you both wander back over to your boyfriend. you know you're looking at ross lovingly, dreamily, adoringly, but you can't hide it.

you don't want to, anyway. he's yours, you're his, and you don't give a fuck who knows or doesn't.

clearly, ross feels the same. after matty urges you to take a bow during the outro (and urges the audience to "please give it up for my honorary little sister"), then hugs you with a "thank you, darling" before running off to make it to the b-stage, your boyfriend rests his head on top of yours as he finishes playing. it's such a tender action, and for a brief second you forget you're onstage, not sat in your living room writing new stuff together and larking about on your instruments. but then the crowd starts up the applause again, and you remember. as ross hands his bass to joel, you take another bow, waving at the excited faces before ross takes your hand and leads you offstage.

his arms are wrapped around you before you've even fully opened your mouth to talk; you close it, and your eyes, and just breathe in the moment (and the home-y scent of ross's aftershave). ross speaks first, anyway, hand on the back of your head stroking your hair. "i am so proud of you."

"oh, stop it, i do it all the time," you laugh. "but i'm proud of you, too. i love watching you play. it was lovely to get the chance to see it up close."

"i love you," ross leans back so he can look at you as he says it, punctuating the end of his sentence with a soft kiss. "thank you. for coming up here, and for doing that. it was a lot of fun - i know we all thought so."

"i love you, too. so much. and these muppets you call bandmates - they're a pretty good bunch."

"they're irritating me now, though."

"why, baby?"

ross smiles, a very honest lifting of cheeks and curling of lips. "just haven't gotten you all to myself today, s'all. they've always been around."

it's not necessarily a suggestive statement, but there's an underlying hint of something in ross's words; you try to respond with an equally ambiguous statement. "well," you begin, thumb stroking your boyfriend's cheek. "all you need to do is finish the show, and then we can hide out in your hotel room, completely uninterrupted, for like twelve hours. sound good?"

"sounds amazing, love," ross sighs, kissing you again. "i really have missed you. don't really want to let you go and go back onstage, to be honest."

"i'll be right here cheering you on the whole time. screaming your name and everything."

"oh, i like the sound of that."

"cheeky."

[smoshyourheadin]

Larry croft fluff hcs?

larry croft dating headcannons

pairing: larry croft x gn! reader

a/n: boy do i have some… BOY DO I HAVE SOME… requests open <3

- he LOVES going on picnics with you

- you go on minecraft dates and he helps you build a house together and you guys have a massive sheep farm!!

- he loves streaming w you bc he gets to show you off <333

- he loves it if you cook for him bc he cooks for all the boys

- teaches you guitar (you can only play the opening to do i wanna know by am)

- movie nights EVERY week

- he’s SO competitive it’s genuinely concerning

- ‘larry why are you yelling? it’s 9am!’ ‘TANNER THREW A BLUE SHELL AT ME IN MARIOKART’

- he likes celebrating holidays so trust he’s going ALL OUT for your birthday!!!

- you take him on roadtrips a lot and he enjoys just being in ur presence

- SUPER supportive of EVERYTHING you do!!! he’s ur #1 fan

- sometimes you’ll walk into his room and he’s just doing the most

- ‘hey baby, what ch’up to?’ ‘im colouring in a thing that isaac bought for his neice’ ‘…what?’

- after you’ve been dating a while he takes you to see his family in mexico

- he introduces you to his family, a TON of really good food, music, and celebrations!!

- he loves walking in parks and on trails with you

- he adores stargazing with you because he can tell you all about the constelations!!

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

For your I love you 3000 bonanza:

Jake Jensen, mistaken identity, modern royalty au 🥰

Thank you for the prompts! This was a really fun one to write!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Masterlist / Celebration Masterlist

You let out an irritated huff as you tried to get your monstrosity of a ball gown to rest comfortably. It was a lost cause though, the corset was digging in (why they were back in fashion you had no clue, they belonged in the 16th century, not the 21st) and the puffy skirt ruffled loudly with every movement. Your hair was pinned up so tightly that you had a permanent headache and the heels you wore were torturous.

The company around you wasn’t much better. You really wished you were anywhere else than this damned ball. Honestly, you didn’t even need to be at this ball. Yes, it was hosted by your father the king, and yes the main point was for you to socialise and meet potential suitors. But it's not like you’ll actually get to choose your suitor, so your presence wasn’t really required.

So when you got the opportunity you made the excuse that you needed to go to the bathroom and made your escape. As soon as you were out of the heaving ballroom you decided you needed some air before heading back to your bedroom. 

Once you stepped outside you kicked off your heels, plucked the tiara from your hair and pulled out the pins to let your hair lie naturally once more. You leant back against the cool stone walls, took a few deep breaths and appreciated the silence.

That silence was disrupted when you heard a male voice call out from around the corner “no, no, no you stupid squid!” 

Curiosity got the better of you and you walked around the corner to spot the man sat down on one of the stone benches out on the balcony. As you approached you spotted a laptop set down beside him and he had a Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“I’m guessing you’re playing MarioKart and not fighting a squid,” you said grabbing his attention.

The man startled as he looked over his shoulder at you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too much. he was a very attractive man, maybe not in the conventional sense, but you loved his bleached-tipped hair, glasses and goatie. You could also tell he was pretty ripped underneath his suit and you could easily get lost in his blue eyes.

“I-i oh uh- I” he stuttered.

You smiled at him, enamoured by how flustered he was “Relax” you chuckled “I’d rather be playing MarioKart than be in there” you said gesturing over your shoulder with your thumb. 

He let out a relieved chuckle and smiled back at you “I’m working security so I’m stuck here all night” he explained.

You tilted your head in confusion “I don’t recognise you, are you new to the team?” you asked. 

The man shakes his head “No, I’m special services, the king decided to bring in some extra staff to make sure the princess stays safe” he explains. 

Your brows pinch in confusion at the way he referred to you in the third person, did he know who you were? It would be a nice change of pace if he didn’t, you hated the way people acted around you just because of the title you were given when you were born. 

“And how are you doing that by playing MarioKart?” you asked him. 

The man looks at you sheepishly “I’m a tech specialist so I’ve got a system running alongside the CCTV scanning for anyone that might cause trouble or harm” he explained as he pointed over to the laptop “I’m Jake Jensen by the way, everyone just calls me Jensen though” he added holding his hand out to you. 

You smiled at him softly “Nice to meet you Jake” you said shaking his hand “Mind if I join?” you asked pointing to the spot next to him on the bench. 

“Sure” Jake smiled “So do you go to these sorts of things often?” he asked as you sat down and tried to pat down your puffy dress. 

“If I have to, but I do try to avoid it if I can” you explained with a long sigh “It really isn’t my scene”

“I don’t blame you, it seems like a whole lot of fuss” Jake admitted as he glanced over his shoulder towards the party “But I guess it must be cool to say you know the royal family” he added as he nudged you with his elbow “I bet you’re besties with the princess”

You snort with laughter, he definitely had no clue who you were and you weren’t about to correct him “Oh yeah we’re like this close” you said crossing your fingers over each other. 

“Very cool, so does the best friend of the princess wanna play some MarioKart or do you need to get back in there?” he asked offering you one of the joycons from his switch. 

“I’m never going back in” You smirked as you took the joycon from him. 

You stayed outside with Jake for the next couple of hours, chatting, having fun and playing MarioKart. You could easily say it was the best time you’ve had in a really long time and if you were honest you were falling for him. Yes, it had only been a couple of hours but surely you don’t need any longer for the right person?

You had just finished another race when he put his joycon down with a heavy sigh “I think I’ve officially met my match” he grinned. 

You chuckled warmly over at him “I think I can say the same thing” you grinned. 

Silence fell between the two of you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind where it seemed like the universe was holding its breath waiting for a life-changing moment to occur. You couldn’t help but nibble your lower lip when you noticed his gaze drop to your lips. You hadn’t even realised that you were leaning in until his hand cupped your cheek and his lips met your in a soft and gentle kiss. 

You instantly smiled into the kiss and you were pretty sure there were fireworks exploding around you. Your hand rested on his chest as the kiss deepened and it became almost impossible to pull apart. 

Eventually, you did, and it was perfectly timed as your father’s private secretary walked out onto the balcony looking for you. 

“Ah there you are, your father is looking for you” he said as he walked over to you. 

“Sorry I went to get some air and was just about to retire to my bedroom” you explained as you stood back up. 

“Of course, I’m sure he won’t keep you long,” he said gesturing for you to go ahead. 

You nodded with a small forced smile, your father probably just wanted to know who caught your eye and you doubted that he wanted you to say it was the security guard. You looked back at Jake and gave him a warm smile “Thank you for keeping me company, I hope to see you again soon” you smiled at him. 

“Hope to see you soon too” he smiled back at you. 

Your father’s private secretary nodded “And thank you for keeping the princess safe while she got some air” he said and you bit your lip nervously as realisation dawned on Jake’s face. 

“Told you I was pretty close” you chuckled nervously “I hope I see you again soon” you smiled.

Jake stuttered a goodbye as he held up his hand to wave you goodbye. You smiled at him softly as you waved goodbye deciding that you were going to do anything in your power to make sure you saw him again and maybe you might just convince your father to allow you to marry who you wanted. It was the 21st century after all.

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[kanekoii]

Haihai! Could u pls write the cuddling and kissing hcs for Zali, and general relationship hcs for him and Kyo? :3

lyra’s notes -> zali makes me so happy as a french speaker he’s silly quaso man

pairings -> vezalius bandage, kyo kaneko x gn! reader (separate)

genre -> headcanons, fluff

song -> my first and last - nct dream

warnings -> food mentions, my english is not cooperating today

VEZALIUS BANDAGE •

he is the absolute sweetest little guy ever. seeing as he’s a medic, you will never ever get sick or hurt as long as you’re with him. he’s a romantic man, so he’ll bring you fresh pastries and flowers whenever he can. he’ll speak sweet words in french to you nearly every single day when he cuddles with you. when zali cuddles with you, he likes wrapping his whole body around you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder. sometimes he’ll play with your hands, other times he’ll fall asleep like that. he works very hard every day and he deserves snuggles!

his kisses are very sweet and cute. he enjoys lightly kissing your cheek and holding your waist when he kisses you.

KYO KANEKO •

guess who’s back with yet more kyo content it’s me ya boy. a relationship with kyo would include a lot of playful yelling and insults being thrown at each other across the room because you beat him in mariokart. he’s a lot softer than he’d like to admit though, and when it’s just the two of you he is all over you. he really enjoys laying his head on your lap when no one else is around.

kyo’s kisses are very playful and fun, he’s nipping at your lips and sometimes your neck just to get a rise out of you.

[respiratory-kristem]

5 Times I Was Happy.

Kris writes down five times he was happy!!

TWs: Nothing!! This is slightly melancholic fluff

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @justsigma-bsd @currentlyeatingrocks

@fedya-the-rat-god @casinoownersigma @reaper-beneath-the-moon

@sayuutoria

@discourse-on-decadence @futuremafiabossdazaiosamu @the-caged-jester / @juniper-bunch @sugarthebee

@paintedgrilledcheese @deeply-moonstruck @arsonist-lullabye

I read somewhere that writing times you were happy can help when you're in a bad mood. It seems stupid but I'm willing to try it.

Right now I can only really think of five, so I'll write those down.

Event 1

I think the earliest happy memory I have was when I took my baby sister to Oktoberfest. She was… four I think? I was around ten. We went to Oktoberfest with my parents and it was really fun. I went on a ton of rides and tried my first sip of beer that day. I got a gingerbread heart that says "Ich Liebe Dich" from my sister who spent her pocket money on it… I couldn't bring myself to open and eat it, it was so special to me. It's probably still in a box somewhere…

Event 2

Katie taking me to the carnival on my day off in the mafia when I was… 12 I think. She took me on a lot of rides and we played the games. She won me Robert in the shooting range game, he's been with me ever since. She said she won him just for me, to keep me company when Ezra locks me in the basement overnight and I can't come out. Robert's kept me company all these years, no matter what. Elenore used to cut him up too, but Katie always stitched him back together.

Event 3

My sleepover with Katie and K when I was 14. It was really nice. Katie took us to her house, and she ordered a bunch of pizza and got sodas and chips. K and I played videogames for the first time that night. I beat his ass in Mariokart, he was so mad. Then we built a big blanket fort in Katie's living room and fell asleep while watching The Devil Wears Prada. I woke up at three am and K was awake too, and we went to the kitchen and tried to bake cookies together for Katie in the morning. We burnt them but Katie appreciated the thought. She was laughing and we were all so happy that night. It made the next day a lot more bearable with the mission.

Event 4

When Katie took me to the mall when I was 16. She took me to go shopping for new clothes and things, and I bought new knives and a new coat. She took me to a cafe and we ate chocolate cake and had coffee. It was nice. I love Katie so much. She took care of me as well as she could. She was the best.

Event 5

When my Dad took me shopping for regression things. He took me to the store after I told him about that, and he helped me pick out everything. My star blankie, my elephant plush, new pacifiers and a mouse plush like the one I had when I was five. He accepted it and he babies me all the time. This makes me really happy. I like being babied since I was denied that even as a kid. I love my Dad.

Those were five times I was happy.

…I feel a little better now. Maybe I should do this more. I'm going to go to a gas station and buy some energy drinks and see if that helps too.

[sequinsmile-x]

Wise

Aaron and Emily's 4-year-old daughter wants to go as the infamous demon clown from It for Halloween, but a bout of chicken pox ruins her plans.

-x-

Hi friends!

I recently did a poll about what I should write next and a prompt from the lovely @astridncs - who asked for a fic where Hotchniss's daughter wants to be Pennywise for Halloween - and a prompt of my own - the family gets chicken pox - got the SAME percentage in the poll. So, as any normal person would, I combined them.

I hope you like this, and that it's just the right mix of funny, hurt/comfort and domestic fluff <3

Please do let me know what you think! -x-

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of clowns/Pennywise. All the talk of chicken pox might make you itchy.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles as he hears the front door open, shortly followed by his daughter running towards the living room, her smile wide as she runs up to him, still in her jacket.

“Hi, Daddy!” Violet exclaims, her excitement palpable, “I picked my Halloween outfit.” 

“You mean a costume, princess,” he says, dutifully undoing the buttons on the 4-year-old's jacket for her and helping her take it off, “And that’s good, it’s Halloween this weekend.” 

Jack had picked his costume weeks ago, gently reassured that he didn’t have to go as Aaron every year when he eventually landed on Spiderman. Benjamin, being 8 months old, didn’t have much of a choice- and would be wearing the same pumpkin costume Penelope had bought Violet for her first Halloween. Violet had struggled to decide what she wanted to wear for trick or treating, agonising over the decision like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you decided on, sweetie,” Emily says as she walks into the room, smiling at her husband as she sits next to him on the couch, “Hi,” she whispers as she stamps a kiss against his lips. 

“Hi,” he replies kissing her again before he turns his attention back to his daughter, her excitement clear in her dark eyes, in the way she was practically bouncing up and down, “What are you going as?”

“Penny.”

He smiles, “You want to go as Aunt Penny? She’ll love that-”

“No,” Emily cuts over him, clearly smothering a laugh as she clears her throat, “Not Aunt Penny. She means Pennywise the Clown.” 

It takes a moment for his wife’s words to register, for the level of amusement she clearly felt to line up with what she had said. He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as he remembers the first time he’d seen It. How Tim Curry’s version of the demon clown had stayed with him for weeks, making him shiver every time he thought about it. He’d seen trailers for the new version that was about to come out, modern filmmaking allowing it to be even creepier and more insidious, and it had reawakened an old fear.

A fear of something that his 4-year-old daughter had lovingly dubbed Penny.

He turns back to Violet and smiles, grateful for years in his chosen career that means he doesn’t show her how she really feels. 

“That’s great, Vi,” he says, placing his hand on Emily’s thigh and squeezing when she giggles next to him, “Jack is in the den playing MarioKart if you want to go play?” 

She nods enthusiastically and runs away, scratching the back of her neck and calling her big brother's name as she goes. As soon as she’s out of earshot he turns to Emily, his eyebrows furrowed.

“How does she know who Pennywise is?” 

Emily scrunches her nose up, a mix of amusement and vague horror that her little girl seemed to have fallen in love with a character from a horror movie washing over her. 

“There was a big display in Target with merchandise for the new movie,” she says, placing her hand over his on her leg and linking their fingers together, “I thought she’d be terrified but she was fascinated. She said she liked his make-up.” 

“Well she can’t go as him…” he starts, watching how Emily avoids his eye contact, her gaze fixed on their joint hands, “You already got everything didn’t you.”

She shrugs as she smiles at him, the same dark eyes that she’d passed on to both their youngest children meeting his. Her cheeks go pink with embarrassment, “Don’t act like you would have been able to say no to her either. Plus, she didn’t quite seem herself when I picked her up from school. She only perked up when she saw the damn clown.” 

Violet had them both wrapped around her finger the moment they’d first seen her as a grainy dot during Emily’s first ultrasound. He knows she’s right, that if anything he would have crumbled even sooner than his wife. Any further conversation is cut off as they hear crying from upstairs a second before it crackles through the baby monitor on the coffee table, letting them know that Benjamin is done with his nap. Emily gets up to go see him, but Aaron stops her, leaning in to kiss her cheek before he stands up.

“You did the school run, I’ll go sort him out.” 

She smiles and nods, squeezing his hand once more before he lets go and she watches him go. She huffs out a breath as she slumps back on the couch. She was exhausted. A kind of tiredness that ran bone deep but she couldn’t figure out why, the level of fatigue she was feeling not quite matching up with what she’d done the last few days. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk into the nursery, his voice soft down the baby monitor as she hears him talk to their youngest when he walks into the room. She switches off the monitor, groaning as she sits up straight, and she hears her daughter's familiar footfall on the hardwood floor. Violet runs in and sits next to her on the couch, immediately leaning against her. 

“I thought you were playing with Jack?” Emily says, tucking Violet into her side. She frowns when Violet shrugs and snuggles in deeper to her side. “You ok, sweet girl?” She asks, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She pauses when she feels the heat of the little girls skin, and she pulls back to put her hand on Violet’s forehead, wincing when she feels that she’s got the start of a fever, “You feel a bit warm, baby. Let’s get your sweater off for a little bit,” she suggests, and Violet nods, taking off her sweater, mussing up her neat braids that Aaron had done that morning as she pulls it over her head. 

Emily takes it from her and frowns when she sees a few red marks on her arm, clustered around the inside of her elbow, the skin around it looking pink and sore. She gently grabs Violet’s arm to get a closer look. 

“Does this hurt Vi?” She asks, looking up at her, concern bubbling in her stomach and the little girl shakes her head, “Are you sure?” 

“It scratches.” 

“Itches, sweetie,” she corrects gently. She bites her lower lip and calls out, hoping her husband won’t confirm her suspicions. She hears Aaron walk down the stairs, “Honey? Can you come here?” 

He appears around the corner, Benjamin on his hip, the little boy still looking a little sleepy, his head on his father’s shoulder. Aaron frowns at the sight in front of his wife and daughter snuggled on the couch, Violet burrowing into Emily’s side in a way she only ever did when she was tired or sick.

“Is everything okay?” 

“She’s a little warm, and she has a rash on her arm,” Emily says as Aaron leans in to have a closer look, he takes almost an immediate step back, making sure Benjamin is on his hip furthest from them. Emily’s frown deepens, “What?” 

He sighs, and looks at his daughter, the little girl looking more forlorn by the second, “I think she has chicken pox.”

___

Emily hums softly as she runs her fingers through Violet’s hair, looking down to double-check that she is still asleep. The paediatrician had confirmed Aaron’s suspicion when they’d called and advised what they needed to do - including, if they could, keeping her away from her little brother to try and minimise the risk of him getting it too. Emily had called the school to let them know Violet wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week, and the teacher told her three other students had come down with chicken pox in the last week or so, answering the question of where she had picked it up from.

The bedroom door opens and Emily looks up from where she is sitting on Violet’s bed and she smiles softly at her husband. Her smile slips away at the look on his face, the way he blows out a breath, and she groans, making sure she keeps her voice quiet so she doesn’t wake up the little girl glued to her side. 

“Oh no, please don’t tell me…”

Aaron sighs as she drifts off and he pushes his hands into his pockets, “Looks like Jack has it too, he said he didn’t feel too great when you took Violet for her bath. He’s got a rash too.” 

She closes her eyes and shakes her head and she scratches her abdomen idly, “How the hell are we going to keep Benny away from them until their rashes clear up,” she mutters, shaking her head, “They’ll have been infectious for days anyway.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes fixed on how she was scratching her abdomen just to the left of her scar, seemingly unaware that she was doing it, “But he isn’t showing any symptoms, and he hasn’t had the vaccine for it yet so the doctor said it’s best to keep him away.” 

Emily nods and she looks back down at Violet, “You’re right,” she says, and she looks back up at her husband, “Who’s going to break it to her this means no trick or treating this year?” 

“Well, at least it means she won’t dress up like a demon clown,” Aaron deadpans, smiling as his wife rolls her eyes before he’s once again drawn to how she’s scratching her skin through her shirt. His eyes drift and land on a small patch of skin on her arm just visible from the hem of her sleeve. Red spots surrounded by pink skin. “Sweetheart…” he says curiously, only carrying on when their eyes meet, “Did you ever have chicken pox when you were a kid?”

“No,” she replies quickly, “Why?” She asks, but her eyes widen as she realises what she’s been doing, her scratching coming to a halt almost immediately. She pulls up the sleeve on her arm and groans at the sight of the rash that hadn’t been there that morning, “Oh, for fuck sake.” 

___

It was a rough few days in the Hotchner household. 

Emily had been hit harder by chicken pox than Violet and Jack, since they’d both been vaccinated against it when they were toddlers. Their symptoms were managed easily with medication and chamomile lotion. Emily, however, had a fever that kept peaking overnight, leading to Aaron being so worried about her that he’d barely slept. He kept a vigil from the other side of the bedroom to try and stop himself from getting too close since he was also looking after Benjamin, whilst trying to constantly remind his wife why it wasn’t a good idea for her to go near the 8-month-old. 

Aaron yawns as he paces the nursery with Benjamin in his arms. The baby was grumpy, his forehead against Aaron’s neck as he mumbled the sound Aaron knew meant mama. He sighs as he presses a kiss to his son’s forehead, running his hand up and down his back as he tries to soothe him as best as he can. 

“I know, buddy,” he says, kissing his dark hair, “Mommy is my favourite too, but I’m just trying to stop you from getting sick.” 

He continues pacing until Benjamin finally gives up the fight against sleep and goes slack in his arms. He carefully places him down and leaves the nursery. He knocks on Jack’s bedroom door and opens it, smiling at the sight of his eldest sitting up in bed, white spots on his skin where lotion had tried over his blisters, and his game controller in his hands.

“How are you feeling buddy?”

Jack shrugs, “I’m okay. Itchy.”

Aaron smiles, “Just make sure-”

“Don’t scratch, I know,” he replies, rolling his eyes at his dad, something Aaron was sure he’d never done before Emily moved in with them. Jack turns serious for a second, his concern clear. “Is Mom okay? 

Aaron still remembered Jack coming up to him a few years ago, just after Violet had been born, a nervous look on his face as he asked whether he could start calling Emily's mom. He’d been worried Haley would be angry at him for it, something Aaron had assured him couldn’t be further from the truth. He assured his eldest that if it felt right for him he should do it, and Jack had smiled and run across the house to ask Emily, who had burst into tears because she was exhausted and full of hormones. Even though the memory involved all of the people he loved most in the world crying, it was one of Aaron’s favourites. One of the moments he knew he’d fought to experience.

“She’s fine, I promise,” he assures him, and Jack nods, “I’ll leave you to it. Only 30 more minutes on your game before you go to sleep, okay?” 

Jack nods again, “Night, Dad. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

He’s almost in the doorway of the master bedroom when he hears a noise from the main bathroom. He turns and sees that Violet’s door is slightly open, the light from her nightlight seeping out of her room, casting shadows throughout the hallway. The bathroom door is also open and he hears the noise again, a small crash that draws him closer. 

Later, he won’t be able to explain his reaction. As she pushes the door open he spots Violet sitting on the counter and facing the mirror, she turns to face him as he enters the room, and he jumps as their eyes meet, a noise he’ll later refuse was a scream escaping him as he places his hand on his chest. 

Violet had apparently found one of Emily’s red lipsticks and drawn vertical red lines from her forehead down to her lips, passing over her eyelids as they met at her lips, which were also covered in the lipstick. There was a bright red dot on her nose, drawn messily, and Aaron could see the almost worn-down lipstick on the counter. 

He should have known that Halloween essentially being cancelled from his family wouldn’t save him from his daughter's apparent love for Pennywise. 

Violet giggles at his reaction and reaches her arms out for him. “Silly Daddy! I’m Penny.” 

“Aaron? Is everything okay I heard a…” Emily asks before she walks into the room, her eyes wide as she stops in the doorway. She’s still covered in a rash. It had spread to her face, and even to the inside of her mouth. She was miserable and desperate to feel better, and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She blinks and shakes her head as she looks back and forth between Aaron and Violet, “Am I hallucinating? Has my fever spiked again?” 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, your daughter got into your makeup and decided to do her Halloween makeup,” he says, winking at his wife, “You go back to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave before she looks at him again, “Make sure you get some photos.” 

He smiles and nods, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, “I was already planning on it,” he says, and they exchange a smile before she walks back to the bedroom. He turns to look at his daughter, “Smile for the camera.” 

As he takes the pictures, the messily drawn makeup and the chicken pox spots visible on her skin, he knows this will one day be one of his favourites. One of the many pictures she’ll end up hating, her cheeks red with embarrassment when she’s older and too cool for her parents and horrified that her dad has this photo on his desk. Once he’s happy, the pictures already in his favourites folder, he puts his phone away and lifts her off of the counter, holding her close as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Let’s go clean your face and get you to bed, Penny.” 

___

For the first time in days, Emily feels human. Her rash was gone and, whilst the fatigue was still lingering, she was no longer contagious, meaning she could finally do what she’d wanted to do for days. 

She’s sitting on the couch with Benjamin asleep on her chest, his face pressed into her skin as he naps. She runs her hand up and down his back and periodically presses a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent she’d missed so much it hurt since she’d got sick. 

“Want me to take him up to bed?”

She turns to look at her husband and shakes her head, tightening her hold on him, “No,” she replies, kissing the top of her son’s head again, “I’m catching up on Benny time.” 

“Violet and Jack are in bed. They both crashed hard after we finally let them at the Halloween candy,” Aaron smiles softly as he sits down next to her. He studies his wife and son, how Benjamin was as relaxed as he had been in days, his face completely slack, a small wet patch of drool on Emily’s skin. How Emily was holding him tightly like she was trying to press her love into his skin, her affection, as if it wasn’t what she’d made him with. Every bit of him stitched together with how much she loved him. “I’m sorry I kept you guys apart for so long.”

“Honey, you have nothing to apologise for,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Benjamin’s head, “It was the right thing to do. It just sucked,” she takes one of her hands from her son’s back and places it on Aaron’s knee and squeezes, “Thank you for looking after all of us so well.” 

“It was my pleasure,” he says sincerely, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and settling closer. He kisses her forehead and they sit in contented silence and he runs his hand up and down her arm, his soft smile slips off of his face as he’s hit with a realisation, “You’re going to tell everyone about me screaming at the Pennywise make up aren’t you?”

“Oh honey,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him and reaching up to cup his cheek, a familiar glint in her eyes, “I already have.” 

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Playdate

Having a playdate with Dazai :)

Content- gn reader, little!Dazai, little!reader, cg!Chuuya, cg!Nikolai (he only appears a little bit), fluffy fluff, dino nuggies, tea parties, Dazai is a bit of a clingy bitch (affectionate) Word Count: 597

"y/n!" Dazai exclaimed happily as he ran up to you and pulled you into a hug, an excited expression on his face. You were quick to return his hug, pulling back a few moments later to say goodbye to Nikolai.

"Bye bye daddy," the tall clown responded by wrapping his arms around you, practically squeezing the life out of you before pulling away once he noticed Dazai's less than impressed expression at someone hogging his friend's attention. "I'll be back later to pick you up, okay? Have fun."

Once he was gone Dazai was quick to drag you off up to his room, digging through his messy bedroom to find his Nintendo switch before dashing down the staircase until he was stopped by Chuuya. "Honey, don't run up and down the stairs." He spoke in a light tone, a smile spreading across his face when he noticed you standing behind the boy. "Hello y/n."

"hi Dazai's dad!" You responded cheerfully, making your way down the steps and over to him. Meanwhile Dazai was attempting to connect his switch to the tv with little success, the short ginger sauntering over to help him.

"daddy do you wanna play with us?" Dazai questioned to which Chuuya smiled and nodded his head, slotting himself onto the end of the couch and waiting for the two of you to decide on a game. You eventually settled on Mariokart, something the short man had the disadvantage of not being very good at. Dazai thought he was exceptionally good at the game but he soon realised he had met his match, losing to you by a longshot. The brunette pouted playfully before the smile returned to his face, "that was fun! I'll beat you next time, though."

"alright kids, I'm gonna go make lunch." Chuuya spoke up after a few moments, pushing himself up off the couch. "What do you kids wanna eat?"

"Chicken nuggies!" You both responded in unison, the man humming as he made his way into the kitchen. The two of you continued to play for a bit until Dazai got bored, turning off his switch and flipping through the TV channels until he stumbled upon (cartoon), both you and Dazai's favourite. About half an hour in Chuuya re entered the room holding two plates of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, setting them down in front of you both as you happily began to eat them. "Daddy daddy can we have ice cream?"

"what flavor do you want?"

"strawberry!" The brunette chirped enthusiastically as you nodded in agreement, Chuuya returning to the kitchen only to come back a couple of minutes later with three bowls of ice cream. The three of you turning your focus to the TV as you ate.

Once all the ice cream was gone Dazai was dragging you off to play in his room, taking out some stuffies and setting them on some plastic chairs surrounding a table. Motioning for you to sit down he then took out some plastic teacups and a plastic teapot, sitting himself down as he pretended to pour tea for you and all of his stuffed animals. At some point Chuuya brought up a plate of cookies which the two of you happily chowed down on.

Dazai wasn't very happy when it was time for you to go home, clinging on to your arm and whining that he wanted you to stay. It took some convincing that you'd be back tomorrow to pry him off you, giving you one last hug before Nikolai picked you up and took you home.

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🐑: Leo Hölzer/Adam Schürk, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Quality Time, Playing Video Games

Der Fahrer hinter ihm ist schnell. Zu schnell.

Leo drückt noch einmal aufs Gas, aber er kann aus dem Wagen nicht mehr rausholen. Er zischt schon viel zu schnell voran, kommt kaum um die Kurve und bleibt fast am Gehweg hängen. Er weiß, dass er hier ein gefährliches Spiel spielt, aber er darf nirgendwo anecken, darf nicht langsamer werden, darf nicht zulassen, dass der Fahrer hinter ihm ihn erreicht.

Es geht alles zu schnell. Er wird getroffen, sein Wagen taumelt und Leo verliert für eine Sekunde die Kontrolle. Er will es retten, will sich zurück auf die Straße kämpfen, doch er weiß, dass es zu spät ist. Es ist aus und alles ist verloren.

Nicht einmal der Arm um seine Schultern oder der liebevoll gemeinte Kuss auf seine Wange können es noch retten. Leo hätte wissen müssen, dass es eine absolut beschissene Idee ist, gegen Adam Mariokart zu spielen.