#messing around with brushes n colouring style!

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[mint-yooxgi]

Permanent - Wooyoung X Reader

Tattoo Artist!Au - Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU

Pairing: Wooyoung X GN!Reader

Words: 1,408

Rating: E for Everyone :)

Warnings: Mention of needles, tattoos, unconventional proposals.

A/n: Something short and sweet! I just thought the idea of Wooyo as a tattoo artist was really nice to think about lol As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Expect the unexpected, especially when it comes to your boyfriend.

Bluebell - Grateful

Lavender - Faithful

Lily of the Valley - Sweet

The soft buzzing of the needle fills the air, your hand tightening lightly over the tattoo gun. Wooyoung’s skin is soft and pliant beneath your touch, a soft sigh exhaled through his nose as the needle touches the side of his ribs.

“You okay?” You hum, sparing a glance upwards to his face.

He smiles back, his one arm tucked neatly beneath his head as he watches you. “Never better.”

“This was your idea, you know.” You reply, wiping over the artwork blooming over his skin. A matching print which already rests over the side of your own ribs, curtesy of the man currently laying on the chair before you.

“Do you regret it?” He tilts his head slightly, blinking at you curiously.

You take a moment to finish outlining the final bud before lifting your gaze to his. Nothing but sincerity can be found within your eyes as you smile softly at your boyfriend. “I could never regret you.”

His lips pull upwards bashfully, a giddy giggle escaping his lips.

“I love you,” He coos, reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingertips over the side of your cheek.

You turn your head, pretending to nip at his fingers.

“I love you, too,” you chuckle as he whines, watching as he pulls his hand away from your face. “Now, stop distracting me. I don’t want to mess this up.”

All you receive in response is a hum, another comfortable silence falling around the both of you. You work meticulously on the design, making sure the colours are blended thoroughly into his skin. It has to be perfect, especially if you want it to match your own.

“I still can’t believe you agreed to this.” Wooyoung’s voice is soft, his gaze shining in adoration at he watches you work over his body.

“I’m surprised you didn’t suggest it sooner.” The corner of your lips twitch upwards, wiping the excess ink from his skin once more.

Despite being a tattoo artist, Wooyoung isn’t covered in tattoos. It takes a lot for him to decide to permanently ink his skin; it has to be of great importance to him, and he needs to know that he wants it. He already has a few, sure, but each holds a very specific meaning to him. Just like you.

The moment he suggested the both of you give each other matching tattoos, you went wild. Thoughts of what you could give him, and of what he could give you swirled within your mind until finally, you settled on something meaningful for the both of you. It’s his design that rests on your skin, and your design that rests on his own, drawn in each of your own art styles to make it all the more special. Two of the same, but still unique in their own ways.

The design itself is simple: three individual sprigs of flowers which symbolize you, him, and your relationship. 

On one stem, bluebells reside, handpicked by you to represent what he means to you. You’ve always been grateful to have him in your life, and now you can always show him without having to tell him. 

The centre stem is a sprig of lavender, meant to symbolize the both of you in the relationship. It took some discussion between you both, but neither of you are anything less than faithful to the other, and this flower represents that. It will always represent that.

Finally, you get to the final flower that was personally picked by him to represent you. The lily of the valley is bright upon his skin, and you notice him smiling down at you as you stare at it a bit longer than the others. You can still recall the very words he said to you when he showed you the flower he had chosen.

Because you are the sweetest thing that has ever come into my life, and stayed.

Thinking back on it now, your heart warms.

Tying the three stems together with a neat little bow is a thin red string. You’re still unsure who came up with that idea, whether it was him or you, but you know as soon as it was suggested, it was a given. There is nothing you wouldn’t do to guarantee keeping him in your life, just as there is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you. You both work well together, and have grown significantly since meeting all those long months ago in the spring.

How fitting to have such delicate flowers be the symbol of your love.

With another swipe over his skin, you pull the needle away. A flick, and the buzzing stops, taking a moment to admire your work. Though, in reality, you’re simply admiring him.

“Done?” He asks eagerly, attempting to look down at the design on the side of his ribs.

You hum, lips tugging upwards in a satisfied smile. “Done.”

Wooyoung grins, sitting up eagerly in his spot only to hop off of the chair and waddle excitedly over to the full length mirror you have resting at the side of your shop. His eyes flit over his side, admiring the new tattoo as he shifts back and forth lightly on his feet.

He lifts his gaze to yours in the mirror. “It’s beautiful.”

Gently, you place your tattoo gun to the side, reaching to grab the materials you’ll need to wrap it properly before you can truly say you’re finished for the evening.

“You’re beautiful, Wooyoung,” you respond casually, your expression soft as you watch him continue to admire the new tattoo.

He turns to you, a serious expression suddenly painted on his features. “Marry me.”

The words are so unexpected, you nearly drop the bottle in your hand.

You look up, blinking at him in shock. “What?”

Wooyoung begins to walk back over to you, each step firm and determined.

“Marry me.” His gaze is just as intense as the first time he says those words, coming over to kneel before you. Gently, he takes your hands into his own, holding them softly as he stares into your eyes. “You’re the only one for me, and I love you. I only ever want you. So, marry me.”

Your breath catches lightly in your throat, blinking down at him a few times as you study his features. You can see how his eyes shine with nothing but love and adoration for you, his throat working slightly as he waits with bated breath for your response.

Your lips part. “Okay.”

Now, it’s his turn to blink in shock at you. That is, until a brilliant smile is lighting up his features. “Really?”

“Really.” A low chuckle escape you, and you lean forward to place a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. “Now, get back up here so I can wrap you properly.”

A devious grin tugs at his lips as he stands back to his feet, moving to sit back on the chair. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, hands gripping the sides of the seat as he leans towards you.

“Want to get a head start on practising our vows?”

You smack his arm lightly. “Wooyoung!”

“What?” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he positively beams. “I’m just enjoying the perks of marriage early!”

You shake your head, beginning to treat the freshly inked tattoo on his side.

A loud gasp escapes him, causing you to nearly stumble out of your stool.

“Does this mean I finally get to call you wifey?”

You can practically see him trembling in excitement as you huff out a breath in amusement. “You already call me that.”

“Yeah, but context!” He beams, wiggling his eyebrows once more. “Oh! I wonder if Hwa will be your maid of honour.”

“Why don’t you ask him?” You snicker, knowing damn well Wooyoung is going to be smacked for so much as inquiring such a thing.

“And then we have to decide on a cake, and flowers-“ His excited ramblings fill the space, only causing a loving smile to pull at your features. 

Once you’re done wrapping his tattoo, you look up at him, heart swelling with warmth at how excited he seems to be. Your eyes settle on the side of his ribs. You have a feeling you know exactly which flowers are going to be used, and if you’re being honest with yourself…

You wouldn’t want it any other way.

[cyberrose2001]

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

"ROSE I'M FREAKING OUT AAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! I am currently watching Prime so reading your Optimus fluff made my heart skip a beat! May I ask for more Optimus x reader (in a female perspective) fluff, and in a common situation like preparing for something humanly important (a ball perhaps)?? I don't got too many ideas but I would love to read anything coming from you! Please stay well 🌹❤️" - requested by @weaksall

Thank you so much!! This was such a cute idea! I found this amazing dress that I think is just gorgeous for this fic -> https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/706713366535507663/

I also didn't specify any hairstyles too because not everyone has long hair that they can style <3 I hope this is satisfactory!! 💕

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Word count: 1618

Today is a rather important day for you. Your work is hosting a gala ball to raise money for charity, and you are required to attend. You had never been to a ball and the thought of picking out grand outfits to wear and accessories has always excited you. Miko, of course, wanted to help you go shopping at the small selection of boutiques that Jasper has to offer. She may be into the alternative type of fashion, but the young girl has a passion for all types.

“Oh! What about this one, (Y/n)?” Miko drags you by the arm towards yet another boutique. You almost stumble as the stacks of boxes you’re holding pretty much blind your vision.

“Miko!” You laugh, “I think I have enough dresses to last me the rest of my life.”

“Oh, come on! You never know when you need…” She pauses to count the boxes in your hand, “Four, five…. eight outfits!”

You roll your eyes as you let her drag you into the boutique. Looking around, you don’t see anything that catches your eye. However, Miko is practically running around the joint pointing at different dresses and sending your mind for a spin.

“Miko, let’s just go.” It was your turn to drag her through the shop, as much as you love her, if you spent another hour dress shopping with her you were sure you would lose whatever brain cells you had left.

Before you could drag a sad Miko out the door, you spotted a gorgeous navy-blue ball gown that sparkled like the night sky. It had a heart shaped neckline with lace trimmings around the edges that tapered off to create a small off the shoulder sleeves. And by the all spark, you had to have it.

Miko followed your eyes towards the gown, and she grinned, “Do you want to try it out?”

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It had been a week since Miko accompanied you to the boutiques and today was the gala ball. You had set up a small makeup station in the human area of the base, Miko of course going through it all trying to find the best shades of eyeshadows and lipsticks to use and making a mess.

“Alright, (Y/n),” Miko held out two sticks of lipsticks, “Purple or blue? Oh! What about GLITTER? OR- “

You wished you could rub your eyes in frustration, but you didn’t want to ruin your foundation, “Miko, sweetheart, how about a nice neutral shade? It’s a gala not a drag show.”

Miko dramatically tosses the lipsticks back into the makeup bag, “Yeah but you would look so cool!”

As you were applying your contour, blush and the colours of the eyeshadows that Miko picked out for you (they were colours you liked thank goodness), Optimus Prime had walked over towards the human area, curious about the commotion.

“(Y/n),” He looks around at all the different things that are scattered around on the floor, “May I ask what this is all for?”

You froze. You had not expected the boss bot himself to ask about makeup, Arcee maybe, but not Optimus. It doesn’t help the fact that you have been in love with Optimus since you first met him, but the way his eyes fill with curiosity as he asks the question warms your heart a little bit. You exhaled and placed the makeup brush you held in your hand down.

“Today is a really important event for my job, they’re hosting a huge charity gala to raise money to help sick kids.” You explained as best as you could to the bot, but you could read his face and tell that he was still a little bit confused.

“A… gala?” He raises an optic ridge.

“Yeah, it’s like a really fancy party.” You smiled, “You get to wear nice clothes, socialise with other people and- “

“And there’s LOTS of fancy food!” Miko butted in, “I’m talkin’ seafood, barbeques and sooooo many desserts…”

Optimus glances towards the young girl, then back to you.

“So, this gala,” He begins, “It is a culturally significant gathering for humans?”

You nod your head, picking up the makeup brush again, “Yeah, it’s a way for humans to come together for a cause, or just to have fun and make friends!”

Optimus hums and that makes you seem to think that he is satisfied with your answer. He watches as you delicately swivel the brush over your eyelids, admiring the movement of your hands. Your focus may be on the mirror, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“You mentioned nice clothes,” Optimus says, “Are you planning to wear something… ‘fancy’?”

“You don’t get to see that yet!” Miko perks up, she then grabs two lipsticks and holds them out to Optimus. “But you can help (Y/n) pick a lipstick colour, she doesn’t like MY choices."

You can feel your face heat up as you watch Optimus’s optics flicker between the two lipsticks with a raised optical ridge. You really do hope that Miko knows what she is doing.

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It was noon, you and Miko had just finished the last touches and adjustments to your gown. You had brought a large mirror to the base so you can fully see yourself in the reflection, safe to say that you looked like a literal princess. Miko jumps up and down as she admires her work.

“(Y/n)!! You look so beautiful!” Miko squeals as she pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you, Miko.” You laugh at her energy, hugging her back. One would think that you were getting married by the way she reacts to you.

“I can’t wait to see what Optimus thinks of you.” She grins. You pull her out of the hug and give her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Your heart is racing fast, “Why would Optimus care about how I look?”

Miko gives you a dead-panned stare, dropping her arms to the side, “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he looks at you, (Y/n)?”

Of course you have, but you’ve always thought that those were a different kind of stare, not because he… likes you.

“No," You lied, staring at yourself in the mirror again, “Even if he did, I doubt that he would have time for me, he is the leader of the Autobots… he has enough on his plate as it is.”

Miko rolls her eyes and leans against you, “Don’t sell yourself short, he is gonna faint when he sees you.”

She then takes your hand, dragging you out of the room, “Come on, it’s nearly time to leave anyway.”

You let her drag you out, what Miko said is now engraved into your brain and is now on a constant replay. Have you seen the way he looks at you?

Whilst you were distracted by the thoughts in your head, Miko had stopped you just before the door to the main area of the base, “Wait here, I’m gonna go and make sure that everyone is ready.”

“Ready for what?” You tried to question her, but she shushed you as she ran off. You’re awkwardly standing there now, occasionally fluffing your gown. You haven’t the slightest clue on what she is up to.

A few moments later, Miko calls out, “Ok (Y/n), come out now!”

You take a deep breath as you walk out, holding you gown to keep it from dragging on the floor. Your heart is practically jumping out of your chest.

You walk out to a crowd consisting off all of team prime, some are stunned to silence, and some are cooing and gushing about how beautiful you look. You decided to give yourself a boost of confidence and give them a twirl, the base of the gown flaring out as you do so.

“Wow, you clean up real good, kid.” Wheeljack nods with folded arms. Bumblebee and Bulkhead (with Miko perched on his shoulder) are practically swooning, Arcee is admiring your hair and makeup, Smokescreen is telling you how amazing you look, and Ratchet is scoffing about how silly this all is, but secretly he thinks that you look nice. Jack and Raf are also enamoured.

Optimus, however, is simply stunned to silence. His dermas slightly agape and a blue hue ever so slightly creeps onto his face. He loves the way the gown flows and the small intricate details on your torso, and he thinks the colour of the dress suits you perfectly. The lipstick he picked out for you was a classic red lip with a slight tinge of purple. And he now understands why humans were obsessed with the stuff; he could not stop staring.

You shyly thanked everyone for the compliments and noticed that Optimus had stepped closer to you and leaned down. You stiffen up a little bit as he held out a servo towards you, he touches the dress very gently.

“You look absolutely exquisite, (Y/n).” Optimus says, optics now staring into your eyes. Your cheeks flush at his words. You then gently took the digit that was toying with your gown and gave it a hug.

“Thank you, Optimus.” You smiled, you were sure that he could feel your heartbeat against his servo, “Do you think the lip colour ties it all together?”

His face flushed as you winked at him and then he smiled, knowing that he was the one that picked it out, “Indeed.”

Off to the side out of view while you and Optimus are sharing a sweet moment, Miko is holding out her hand so that a defeated Bulkhead can hand her an imaginary dollar bill, “Told ya he had the hots for her.”

[eddies-ashtray]

pretty when you cry

eddie makes reader feel pretty when she doesn’t

(Content: reader is insecure about her appearance (very general, non-specific insecurity; feels like she isn’t ‘pretty’), talk of self-hatred (in regard to her appearance), crying, guilt, Eddie being the sweetest boyfriend in the whole wide world, hurt/comfort, & a whole lot of fluff). |1.3k|

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Dresses, skirts, blouses, and button-ups of all colours and styles lay crumpled in heaps on your bedroom floor. Others are haphazardly tossed across your bed, inside out or with sleeves tucked inside of them. 

Next to your floor mirror are various hair products and tools, makeup, and brushes. Some products remain open with caps strewn about and a smudge of dark black mascara stains your white carpet. 

To put it plainly, it’s a mess. 

And then there’s you. Sitting in front of your mirror in your pyjamas: a Garfield t-shirt that belongs to Eddie and soft grey shorts. Your eyes are red rimmed and your vision is blurry with tears. The biggest mess of them all.

It was one of those days—of which you have had many—where you just couldn’t seem to get pretty. No matter how many dresses you tried on or the shade of lipstick you applied, it was no use. Because beneath it all, you still looked like you. You felt like you wanted to wear a paper bag over your head for the rest of your life to spare others the sight of you. 

After hours of applying and reapplying makeup and trying on different outfits you’re resigned to the fact that you’re just going to have to cancel. Eddie is better off not seeing you tonight. Regardless of whether you clean yourself up or not, you think he’d be horrified by your appearance. 

But you can’t let him know anything is wrong. Because he’ll just want to make sure you’re okay and that will lead to him coming over. And again, he shouldn’t have to see you tonight. Or at all, for that matter, you think dejectedly. 

So you resolve to wallow in your self-hatred a little while longer until you can pull yourself together enough to make the phone call. But the tears don’t seem to stop. 

You’re not sure how long you sit there for, but it’s long enough that when your doorbell rings, you know exactly who it is. 

You rest assured by the fact that no one in your house ever seems to answer the door. 

But then, someone must have. Because, startlingly, there’s a soft knock at your bedroom door. You jump at the sound but make no move to get up, just stare at the dark wood, willing it to stay shut. 

You know it’s him even before he says, “Y/N? Baby? Can I come in?” 

In a silly attempt to conceal your presence, you try your best to slow and quiet your breathing. The attempt is fruitless though, as you’re much too worked up to be able to control your breath at the moment. Instead, you begin to hiccup pathetically. 

Eddie enters. Immediately, your already warm face flushes with heat, humiliated. He surveys the room briefly, but you don’t see it since you’ve curled in on yourself and buried your head in your hands.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, voice thick with hurt at the sight of your hurt. 

Immediately, he joins you on the floor, kneeling down by your mirror. You still can’t look at him.

Ever so gently, you feel Eddie’s rough hands encircle your wrists and gently pry your hands away from your face. You allow him to do so. He’s already in your bedroom, so there’s not much use in trying to hide at this point. 

You frown up at him pathetically, a crease forming between your brows. 

You know he can’t stand this. Can tell by the matching crease between his brows and the profound concern in his deep brown eyes. You cast your gaze aside, unable to stand the look on his face. This is when the guilt begins to set in. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you choke out, “I’m not pretty enough for you.” 

Fresh, hot tears begin streaming down your face and your shoulders shake with your renewed sobs. 

Eddie’s close enough that he’s able to circle his arms around you and pull you tight to his chest, allowing you to seek refuge in the love and care within his arms. You crumple into him, relish in his scent, his warmth.

He allows you a few moments to cry before pulling back. 

Eddie reaches out to swipe your tears away with his thumb from your right cheek and then your left. The calloused pad of his thumb stroking against your hot flesh is nearly enough to cause fresh tears to spring to your eyes. But they don’t fall; you’ve exhausted yourself. 

Despite the fact that he’s been here for nearly 10 minutes, you still avoid his gaze. Your eyes fixate instead on the damp spot on the shoulder of his crewneck, stained with your tears and snot.

“Look at me, baby,” Eddie requests firmly, but tenderly.

You look at him. 

“Take a big, deep breath for me.”

You breathe for him. You feel a bit better. Lighter.

“Now, listen to me,” He says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it in his. “You are gorgeous, sweetheart.” 

Oh, God, he’s so lovely. 

You feel terrible for standing him up, for making him come here. To find you sitting in the midst of a clothes hurricane, wallowing in your own self-pity. 

Your lip wobbles. 

Eddie clocks it immediately, his eyes flicking down to your pouty mouth before he jests quickly, “Even with snot dripping from your nose.” And he gently wipes your cupid's bow clean with the sleeve of his shirt.

You give a wet laugh, spirits already lifting. Eddie’s magic like that, can make you feel better in an instant even if you feel like your world is ending. You think he’d be great to live through the apocalypse with. 

A soft smile graces his face at your reaction. 

But it’s like the fact that he’s made you feel better when you’ve done something as awful as standing him up only intensifies your guilt. 

“Thank you,” you say. “I’m sorry I ruined our date. It was selfish and horrible, and you didn’t deserve any of it.”  

Immediately, Eddie shakes his head, removes his hand from yours so he can stroke your cheek lovingly. 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he reassures you adamantly, yet so softly it’s almost a whisper. “We’re still gonna have our date. If you’re up to it.” 

“Okay. Yes, I am,” You agree quickly, ready to make it up to him a thousand times over. 

Eddie breaks out in a big cheesy grin, before grabbing your face in his two hands to plant a big, wet kiss to your cheek. You’re sure it tastes of salt and your makeup, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Good. But first, my gorgeous girl, let’s clean up.” 

“Alright,” You say, heat rising to your cheeks once again. Though this time, it is not humiliation that warms your skin, but flattery and a big, huge rush of love and appreciation for you incredibly sweet and understanding boyfriend. 

Eddie smacks his hands against his thighs resolutely and stands before offering you his hand. “Shall we, m’lady?”

 You sniffle and say, “We shall.” 

Then, you accept his hand, he pulls you up and you get to work tidying up. It doesn’t take very long, maybe 10 minutes or so. But even if it had taken an hour, neither of you would have noticed. 

Once everything is cleaned and squared away, Eddie gets you to sit on your bed while he lovingly removes the smudged and smeared makeup from your face. 

You watch as he picks out your clothes, glad to be free of the burden of that choice if only for the evening. 

At first, he picks out one of your more risqué swimsuits. When you laugh and tell him you’re not gonna wear that, he tells you he wasn’t suggesting it for you, he was suggesting it for himself and holds the bikini up to his body. 

Eddie has you in stitches by the time you leave, dressed in the actual outfit he picked out for you. 

You forget all about how the evening started. 

Eddie calls you pretty all night, holding you extra close. And you kiss him extra long, even buy him his favourite dessert and get two orders so he has some to take home to Wayne. 

It’s one of your sweetest evenings together, though you think that about nearly all the time you spend together. Everything is sweeter with Eddie. 

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[lixiebokie]

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idol! han jisung x youtuber! reader

genre: angst, past lovers, forbidden love, fluff

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young han jisung had two dreams in life: marry her and make sick music. 5 years goes quick as an idol and he’d finally found a way to forget about her until fans start finding old videos of him and some girl.

next trip home has him realising his old box room isn’t how he remembered it and suddenly she’s back in his life just as quick as she left. but this time it was all so different.

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the brush lightly grazed jisung face, he scrunched his nose as it tickled along the bri he and back down the other side of his cheek. painting them a shade of pink. in reality the makeup was doing nothing and much rather the blush had come more naturally as he sat watching her lean over him. his hands were tucked his lap but sometimes would poke out to touch her leg making her jolt and smudge the product she was using. jisung liked teasing her, seeing the annoyed expression take over her face as he ruined her concentration. he was just messing around she wouldn’t stay like that for too long. nothing a cuddle couldn’t fix.

“could you atleast try to stay still?” he pouted as she sat back on her feet. he smiled looking at her serious face. jisung titled his head to the side as he watched her sigh and pick up another brush. “please?”

it wasn’t the same. the brushes didn’t tickled him like hers did. they went pink or sparkly like hers just boring black. they didn’t do glamours looks like she did, just simple looks that made him look naturally flawless. when the makeup artist asked for him to do something he obeyed. he didn’t tease back or make a comment about he could have done a better job.

he kept his head tilted on the back of the chair the makeup artist filled in his lips with a pinkish colour basically identical to his lip colour. changbin could be heard coming into the room, chewing a small cake while singing some song that had been on the radio on the way to the building the show was being held at. he came up behind jisung stroking his hair with his free hand and seemingly singing to jisung waiting for him to join in.

it reminded him of how she would stroke his head when he was about to leave the house. his lip stuck out abit as she would run her fingers through his natural dark hair.

she’d always make sure every strand of his hair was in the correct place, not a single stood. even when jisung was in swag era. either swooped to the left or flattened on his forehead she styled it on which ever looked better that day, all he had to do was brush it.

changbin looked down at his friend noticing his lack of participation in the song he’d be so happily covering. he poked him checking to see he’d not fallen asleep in the chair but when jisung opened his eyes slightly but still didn’t join in, he knew something was wrong.

changbin knew something was up with the way he wasn’t being loud and singing with his full chest, or being the first to sneak one of felixs donuts or how he’d been opening his phone every two seconds.

“who are you texting that’s got you so jumpy?” changbin asked leaning on the chair as he finished his cake.

jisung sat back up checking his phone for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d sent that message.

turning his phone over and looking back to changbin.

“no one, just something with the company.”

his friend frowned back sassily sticking out his hips as if he was looking for the hot details on what jisung meant. but he kept quiet looking down to his lap and tucking his hands together.

there was no hot details, just a sad pathetic feeling jisung who had realised he had changed as much as he thought he did.

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take down the old videos

the words were bold and looking straight to her. so simply put yet y/n couldn’t wrap her head around what she’d been sent.

how had jisung been allowed to text her? for all she knew she thought he didn’t even still have her number or remember her name. and why did he want them videos take down? why did han jisung care about some videos he made when he was 16? and how did even remember them? y/n had forgotten about them until this morning when she’d been reminded from his text. they weren’t doing any harm right, just sat on youtube for anyone to see. just some old videos of an idol and his ex girlfriend.

maybe this was worse that she thought.

thoughts ran through her head as she watched isla look at the message then to her. maybe jisungs company had found out about their secret trainee relationship years ago and where threatening to ruin his career if she didn’t take down the videos. isla put the phone down and grabbed her cup of tea pushing her feet under herself. she sighed. “and he just sent it?”

y/n nodded. “i got it this morning. there’s no context. i don’t know why he wants me to i mean they are just harmless videos.” she stopped for a moment as her thoughts kept running. “or maybe somethings happened and it’s all my fault. i mean the videos were kinda personal.”

isla looked at her with sympathy. it wasn’t every day your famous ex boyfriend who you haven’t spoken to for years abruptly texts you. “listen y/n, stop worrying. he’s probably just embarrassed of his teenage self. we all get embarrassed of the past. and with him now being an idol he probably just wants to keep his past more private. especially you, you meant a lot to him.” isla paused taking y/n’s hand with hers. “i know jisung and he’d never randomly dump something serious on you.”

that night y/n stayed awake thinking of him. it resort to finding videos of him online. he looked so different yet so similar at the same time. his dance had improved since she’d last seen him practice yet his rap was as good as the day he’d first showed her.

there was so many video fans had posted: from concerts, fanmeets, award shows, red carpets.

he seemed to have grown in popularity and gained a huge fan base in the past five years. it scared y/n slightly, this was the same jisung who had been so scared to perform in front of 10 people during evaluation. she could only wonder how he was feeling now.

she thought back to the text, why now? why now he wanted her to take down the videos? he could have said this years ago when he first debut maybe they’d had better luck at staying in touch. she’d moved back to her home town five months into his debut, and even though she’d see his mother around every once in a while she never stop to chat. it was if her and jisung never were.

never were the couple who his mentors asked ‘where’s your friend?’

never the couple her friends were dying to see pictures of because he didn’t go to their school.

never the couple channie introduced randomly on a tuesday afternoon after she’d followed him to the studio after school

never the couple who had their first kiss behind a tree because he was scared of being teased by his friends

never the couple who made youtube videos in his room late at night.

what was she thinking ofcourse her and jisung had been together, longest relationship she’d been in never finding comfort in anyone else after he left. and she hoped he could say the same. the fact she was so tied up over jisung tonight scared her. she was long over him and the last thing she needed was having him in the back of her mind once again.

nothing stopped her though as she typed away at the search bar ‘han jisung girlfriend’ cringing and she hit search. it was out of curiosity but she hoped she wouldn’t find any videos of jisung with another girl. there wasn’t alot just a few fan video of his ideal type which were butchered to fit the person who uploaded them and videos of jisung pretending fans were his girlfriend. the more y/n scrolled the more she calmed down. of course jisung was single. she remembered how nervous he’d been just asking her out. continuously scrolling she found herself looking at a thumbnail she recognised. it was from one of their videos, they were around early 16 jisung was still in his hip hop era and she wasn’t looking her best either with space buns and way too much blush. but she just remembers how long they took to put in and the compliment she got off jisung when she arrived to his house later that day.

stray kids han predebut girlfriend? the titled read.

she thought for a moment.

videos. text. famous. fans.

she had han jisungs whole career in her hands.

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[eldritchcryptids]

Hello! I've been a fan of your drawing for quite some time and I really find your drawings literally so amazing. I inspire to be an artist like you someday and I wish I could be the same as you ^^ If I may ask any tips to draw better in terms of digital art? I'm actually still starting out to draw digitally.

Sincerely,

boop anon

thank you so much, thats very sweet!! and im glad you enjoy all the stuff i draw :))

im not the greatest at giving advice, but, i can give a few tips that might be able to help!

first:

another shading tip is that the shadow will be the opposite undertone that whatever the light is! (i.e sunlight is very warm toned, obviously, but all the shadow it will cast will be a cool tone! and if the light is cool toned, then the shadow will be warm toned)

colour theory may be annoying to learn to a lot, but its very useful to get to know and will greatly help with shading n whatnot

mess around with the layer options on your program! they’re very helpful (like multiply, overlay, etc layers)

second:

brushes can greatly change your art style when it comes to digital art, but the most important thing when doing lineart is to be using a brush with pressure sensitivity so you can have that very nice Line Variation!

it just makes things look nicer, and it can be very helpful in adding depth (i.e making certain lines darker to show that theyre in shadow!)

programs also give you an option to add more stabilization to your brushes, which is very useful. it makes your lines look very smooth and nice (if you dont know how to adjust your brush stabilization, look it up for whatever program youre using and you’re set)

These are all quite simple tips, but theyre useful to know when starting out. I also greatly recommend looking up tutorials for whatever art program you plan on using, so you can find even more tips to help with your process!

but honestly the best way to improve is to just mess around and practice on the program - digital art can be difficult to get used to at first, but once you get the hang of it, its a great time! :)

[marshmallowdarling]

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

[muffindaddystyles]

Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Outlaw wedding

Part 5 in the Outlaw series

Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Batfam, Green Arrow and Black Canary x male reader (Silver Canary)

There is a sex part so just to let you know!

Waking up alone in your bed was something you hadn’t done for a while, especially since you had no one next to you holding you down. Aka Jason’s arms.

You wanted it to be traditional, at least as traditional as can be. Two men getting married was something that was becoming a bit more acceptable.

You stared out of the window looking on at the view, Wayne Manor had a spectacular Garden. The sight of it first thing was almost breath taking.

‘Good morning master y/n’ Alfred said as he walked into the room with the coffee he’d prepared for you.

‘Morning Alf’ you smiled as you took the coffee from the butler, ‘thank you’ you said.

‘How are you feeling today?’ Alfred asked you, you just shrugged.

‘Nervous’ you winced from butterflies mixed with nervous flurries in your stomach.

‘Understandable’ the Butler relied, he left you a small box on your bed as he took his tray and left.

You studied it as you jumped from your phone vibrating violently on your bedside table.

‘Hello?’ You said as you picked it up, not looking at the caller ID, it was Dinah.

‘Oh hey, sorry was miles away, what’s up?’ You asked her as she spoke quietly down the other end.

‘Ok, I’ll see you when I’m there’ you smiled hanging up the call.

…

Jason was pacing in his room when Dick and Roy walked in. Finding him muttering stuff under his breath.

‘Buddy? You doing ok?’ Dick asked Jason cautiously as he sat in the seat opposite where he stood.

‘Hm? Oh yeah, great. Getting married today and thinking what the hell I’m going to do, this amazing guy agrees to marry me and I’m bound to fuck up everything eventually’ Jason rambled as Roy placed his hand gently on his best friends shoulder, Jason stopped and took a breath.

‘You’re not going to fuck anything up Jayman, you’re going to be an amazing Husband. Y/n, he wouldn’t have said yes if there was a doubt that you would screw up’ Roy reassured as he smiled gently to the raven headed man.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked with a puzzled look, Roy nodded as Dick stood up and wrapped an arm around his brothers shoulder.

‘Y/n will be the luckiest man alive Jason’ Dick whispered, Jason side smiled as he took a breath again.

‘Right, time to get married’ Jason coughed a little as he walked into the bathroom.

…

Jason had stopped smoking a while ago but was at the back of the venue having a cigarette with Roy to calm his nerves.

Every drag he took and every puff he blew out seemed to calm him but only last a few seconds before Jason’s heart pounded again. Jason was thinking of the worst case scenario. Of course, the worst case involved him messing up.

‘It’s time, you ready?’ Bruce popped his head out the doorway and asked Jason. Jason looked at his best friend and then again to his Father. Nodded and doubted his cigarette.

…

Standing at the alter Jason kept taking deep breaths, mostly to calm his nerves and stop him from thinking too much. Tim winked at Jason as he stood in front of him.

‘Hey’ your voice broke his concerning breaths as he looked at you, standing next to him.

‘Hi’ was all he could say as his bad thoughts disappeared and he lost himself looking at you.

You stood in your three piece suit, blue and black in colour. Your h/c hair stood in a simple style, brushed off your face to one side. Your e/c eyes took the calmness away from your face though as they were filled with tears. Of joy.

Jason grabbed your hand as the two of you stood, Tim, who was officiating your wedding spoke to everyone as you both lost your minds quietly with happiness.

(Gonna skip a bit)

‘Do you y/n Lance take Jason to be your Husband?’ Tim asked.

‘No, kidding of course I do’ you laughed to take the edge off as Jason gave you a death glare as a joke and the audience laughed.

‘Do you Jason Todd take y/n to be your husband?’

‘Yes’ he beamed at you.

‘I now pronounce you married’ Tim said as Jason grabbed you.

Jason takes no time as he dips you and kisses you sweetly. The audience applause as the music begins to play you out.

‘Your favourite song is on’ Jason smiles as he interlocks his fingers with yours on the way out of the venue.

Your favourite song was playing you out as a last surprise from Jason. He’d asked your Aunt if she could arrange for it to be played for you.

…

‘How’s it feel to be married?’ Roy asked Jason as they stood out in the fresh air. Jason looked down and played his his wedding band.

‘Different’ Jason smiled gratefully, grateful you’d said yes. Grateful it all went well. Grateful you stayed with him. Honestly, he was grateful you were in his life.

‘Y/n seems to be having a good time’ Roy chuckled as he looked through the window and saw you dancing playfully with Dick and Damian

‘Don’t know why I was so nervous’ Jason smiled as he saw you, the joy on your face as let out a belly laugh.

‘Me neither’ Roy winked as he went inside, Bruce saw Jason walk in and smiled at him. Giving him a hug as he let him go off to you.

Jason grabbed ahold of you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

‘Hey’ he whispered, you turned your head to kiss him, smiling into it.

‘Hey’

Everyone standing around watching as the Grooms took their first dance as married men. Bruce having a little tear of happiness in his eyes. Dinah having no shame in letting the tears fall as she watched her Baby nephew dance the evening away with his Husband.

Dinah could still remember the day you came out to her, you chose her first to tell. The first thing she did was wrap her arms around you and kiss your head, telling you how much she loves you and will always protect you.

Bruce could still remember the day he found out a Jason was Gay. It was a little after he adopted him, he could hear him talking to Alfred about something. Bruce watched on as Jason rushed over to his Father and tell him that he liked a kid at school, Bruce looking intrigued at the 15 year old only for Jason to say that it was a boy. Bruce hugged his second son, giving him reassurance he will always be accepted and loved no matter what.

You ran over to hug Dinah who was willingly accepting of your affection, you were her family after all.

‘I love you’ you whispered in her ear, Dinah kissed your cheek.

‘Not nearly as much as I love you y/n’ she replied.

Jason hugged all of his brothers, Roy, Alfred and then Bruce, Bruce was rubbing Jason’s back as he gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. Much to everyone’s surprise.

‘I love you Son’ Bruce beamed as Jason choked up a little.

‘I love you too Dad’ he replied, holding onto his Fathers Arm. Gripping tight as Dinah walked over giving Jason a needed hug too.

…

The night you two arrived at the little cottage in the village. Your honeymoon destination.

A quiet village outside of Gotham, away from the madness and chaos. A few nights of normalcy for the two newlyweds to enjoy each other’s company.

‘Jason, I love you’ you said as you threw your bag on the couch and kissed your now Husband.

‘I love you more’ Jason said into the kiss, returning your affection.

‘Let’s skip the sight seeing, they’ll be there tomorrow’ you winked at him as he took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom.

‘Oh I see’ he laughed as took off his jacket and shoes. You taking yours off too.

You both kissed slowly, Jason’s tongue fighting with yours. His hands running up and down your arms.

You unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, discarding them to the side of the room. Then undoing his trousers letting them fall to the floor.

‘Y/n’ Jason panted as you kissed and nibbled at his neck. Jason began grinding against you a little. Feeling your hardness through your pants.

‘All right stud, take it slow’ Jason smiled as he pulled your top off over your head, unbuttoned your jeans and discarded them to the other side of the room.

You turned around so your back was facing Jason, Jason getting on his knees as he slowly pulled the back of your underwear down to reveal your juicy, bubble butt.

‘Your ass is mine’ Jason growled as he slapped it, then shoved his teeth on it, biting it. Licking it and kissing it.

‘All yours’ you moaned as Jason stuck his tongue in between each cheek.

His tongue worked its way around your hole, not discriminating against your cheeks too. There wasn’t a part of your backside that Jason hadn’t licked or bitten.

‘Right my fucking beautiful man, get on the bed’ Jason huffed as he slapped your ass again.

You obeyed as you lay on the bed, pulling the covers over Jason knelt over you in the mattress as you sat up and grabbed at his waistband. Pulling it down slowly as his throbbing dick slipped out.

‘Fuck’ You smiled at the sight of it, never believing your eyes each time it popped out to say hello.

‘You like what you see baby?’ Jason asked you as he grabbed the back of your head, grabbing onto a bunch of your hair.

‘Yes’ you said with pleading eyes, Jason met your glance as he smirked. Slowly shoving his dick in your mouth.

‘Oh God’ Jason let out a moan, you bobbed your head a little as Jason slowly moved his hips back and forth. Your mouth working it’s way with his hardness, a hardness that seemed to only come for you.

Jason relaxed a little as he threw his head back to look a the ceiling, thinking back to when he first met you. The time he saved you on patrol. Your holidays together. The Christmases together. The New Years. The time you took of Darkseid and saved the Batfamily.

He would be lost without you, Jason would be nothing more of what he is now if he didn’t have you. He felt he had to have you for the rest of his life. And he was determined to keep you. Not mess up and give you a reason to leave.

‘Baby?’ You said as you looked up, Jason looked down at you with love in his eyes.

‘Yeah y/n’ Jason whispered, you grabbed his hip and adjusted your seating.

‘I want you’ you whispered as if you were starving. And you were, for him.

Jason lay down and wrapped you up in his arms as he kissed you sweetly, you held onto his arms as you grinder him a little. Jason let out a chuckle into the kiss.

‘Babe, don’t rush yourself’ Jason looked in your eyes as he stroked your face.

‘Sorry, just can’t wait for you to be inside me’ you laughed, Jason kissed and bit at your neck and shoulder as you kissed his cheek.

‘Y/n, I’m going to pound you so fucking hard’ he growled in your ear as you held onto his manhood, throbbing in your hand.

Jason grabbed the lube from his bag as you pulled out your popper. Taking a sniff over the top of it and rolling over into your stomach.

‘This is never going to get old’ Jason said as he bit your butt, kissed your back and then came up to the top of you. Holding his hard cock over you.

‘Ready?’ He asked you patiently, you nodded as you spread your legs a little more.

Your buried your face into the pillow as Jason let himself fall into you. Breathing in pleasure as he found a slow and soft pace to keep up.

You put a hand on the pillow to which Jason interlocked his fingers with and and held you there. You let out a breath as Jason carried on, losing himself inside you.

‘You like this? You like when I fuck you?’ Jason asked demanding as you nodded eagerly.

‘Yes, oh my, Baby’ you said, louder than expected to which Jason followed with a smile and began to pick up the pace a little.

Jason pulled both of your arms behind your back and held them there, going on his knees as he began to go balls deep inside you. You throwing your head back, letting out a porn star moan as Jason thrusted fast and deep inside your ass.

‘You dirty boy, you love being fucked like this’ Jason growled loud at you as he slapped his balls against your cheeks.

‘Fuck yes, fucking….’ You screamed as Jason slammed so hard he could almost go blind from the pleasure.

Jason abruptly pulled out as he helped you turn around, leaning down and kissing you, spanking you a little.

‘Get in top’ Jason whispered as he lay on his back, you sat down onto his throbbing dick. Him entering you again.

You leant forward to kiss Jason’s neck and shoulder as he held onto the back of your neck. Moaning out.

‘Y/n, Doll’ he said as you sat straight, ‘go ahead, ride me’ Jason said as you began to lift your hips up and down off him.

Jason’s dick pounding into you from below, Jason grabbed onto your hard dick as he began to jerk you off.

‘Baby’ you called out as Jason flicked his wrist with each jerk, he was a pro at jerking you off. As much you were a pro at sucking him off.

Jason put his heels on the bed as he lifted his hips up and down fast to pound into you. Smacking his whole hand onto your ass cheek as he gave it a shake after, feeling it jiggle as he also slammed into you.

‘Let me know when you’re ready to come’ Jason said calmly as he rolled you over gently while still inside you.

Lifting your legs in the air as he thrusted his hips into you, you jerking off too along with Jason’s pace.

‘Fuck, y/n this feels so good’ Jason panted as his thrusts got more and more rapid and stronger. You losing it by this point and moaning the cottage down.

‘Feels amazing’ you breathed as Jason let out a loud grunt.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, gonna…’ Jason let out as he slammed sloppily into you, you could feel his hot seed spreading inside you, letting out a moan.

‘Jason I’m nearly there’ you huffed out as Jason rolled onto his back, sitting up over Jason quickly you emptied yourself out as Jason rubbed your thigh.

Falling next to him, Jason pulled you into a loving hug.

‘We should get married more often’ Jason laughed as you wrapped your arms around his broad chest.

‘Definitely if that follows’

….

The next morning, you and Jason had gone on a hike through the wilderness. You hadn’t heard or seen so many birds before. At least not up close.

Jason held your hand the whole time, making you feel like you were the only two people in the world. The only thing that existed.

You eventually got back to the cottage where the two of you cooked dinner together, of course Jason kept distracting you with the occasional kiss and grope.

You kept telling him to wait till you’d finished eating dinner before he took his clothes off, but Jason being inpatient and eating to go again, decided to eat dinner in his underwear.

As you were cleaning up at the sink, you could feel Jason running his hands all over you. Then hugging you from behind.

‘I could get used to this’ Jason spoke softly as he kissed your cheek.

‘What, me doing the dishes?’ You replied sarcastically, Jason laughed.

‘No, me and you. In a peaceful and quiet village’ Jason said as he turned your head his hand.

He kissed you deeply, you turned your body as he lifted you up. Carrying you over to a wall, holding you there as your legs wrapped around his waist.

‘God’ you breathed out as Jason slammed his lips to your cheek and then bit politely at your ear.

Jason was growling against your skin as he grounded against you again, you feeling yourself go hard as Jason’s thickness could be felt already.

‘Wanna skip the rest of the cleaning up?’ Jason said seductively as you chuckled.

…

‘How was the honeymoon?’ Oliver asked you as you arrived back home and put your bags on the bed.

‘Great’ you smiled as your Uncle walked into the kitchen, Jason coming into the apartment.

‘Damn Dinah, you looked after the place for two weeks’ Jason laughed as Dinah straightened some portraits she had put up.

‘They’re of you and Y/n, this one is from your wedding’ Dinah said as she pulled Jason over to look at them.

Three simple sized canvas pictures stacked in a neat place in the wall, Jason and you smiled as you looked at them.

One was of the first time you got together at a barbecue, when Jason met all of your family. The second was of when the two of you went out with Hal and Barry after a mission and the third was your first dance at your wedding.

‘I love it’ you said as you hugged your Aunt, Jason smiled softly at her as he nodded.

‘Least I could do’ she said as she straightened one them, ‘come on, I’m making Italian’ she smiled walking off into the kitchen.

You and Jason took each other’s hands as you walked off with her, waiting to see what was the next chapter in your life.

[midgardianweasley]

Oh please may I request a Natasha X fem reader where Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for reader. Just pure fluff! I will forever be grateful! ❤️❤️

of course! i hope you like it <3

Take care of you

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary/request: Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So the reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week the reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for the reader.

Warnings: none

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It was another day in the compound, the early sunrise started to make its way into your window, dimly lighting the room and beginning to make you stir awake.

A quiet groan escaped your lips, arms and legs automatically stretching before relaxing immediately afterwards. You’d just come back from a mission a couple of days ago, it had been exhausting and cold. So, so, cold. So it was a relief to get into pyjamas and your blanketed bed with the heating up so the room was warm, but not a furnace.

Standing up, your toes curled into the fluffy rug as you picked up a grey jumper that had been discarded beside the bed, throwing it over your figure, falling just below your thighs which were covered with loose sweatpants.

You made your way out of the bedroom and towards the communal kitchen belonging to everyone that belonged on your floor, Tony had made an all girls floor for us, apparently we need the space to deal with our 'girly stuff', that man has a way with words. Tony stayed with Pepper on their own floor and the male Avengers had been split up in small groups across other floors.

Expecting the kitchen to have a few people inside either eating or just chatting, you were surprised to see that it was empty for as far as you could see. However, it was obvious that people had been in beforehand, with the odd plate and mug lying around next to the sink.

‘Must be in training’ you thought.

Before you could walk to the kitchen island and begin to make something to eat, you heard a sneeze coming from the doorway a few steps behind you. With a small jump, you turned to see an assassin whose nose was currently the same colour as her hair.

“Sorry for scaring you.” She snuffled. Obviously the cold hit some people a little harder than others.

“It’s alright, you okay though? You sound a bit snuffly.”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just allergies.” Pulling some Frosties from the cupboard below her, exposing her side a little as her top fell forward.

You knew she was lying, she’d told you ages ago that she didn’t have any kind of hayfever or anything when you walked around the compound with antihistamines constantly in your back pocket during the spring time last year and she was making jokes about how screwed you would be if the Avengers had to fight against pollen. You weren’t impressed.

You decided to leave it be for now, let her keep up her little facade, even though you knew, and she did too, that you could read her like a book and you knew she was sick.

“Right. Allergies.” You nodded directly to your friend and teammate, walking towards her to make yourself some cereal too, smirking to yourself slightly whenever you heard her try not to audibly sniffle.

The thing about Natasha that you'd always found so bittersweet, was her stubbornness. She always stuck to her guns, always made a deal to let it be known she was correct, however it was never in a malicious way, or to make anyone feel bad, she just liked to make her point. While you admired her confidence and certainty in her words, it was also incredibly frustrating when she was determined she didn't need any help.

Back in the days when she was hesitant to trust all those around her, she wouldn't let anyone help her heal her wounds from missions she'd been hurt on. Always brushing it off with an 'I'm fine' or 'I can do it myself'. She's grown a lot since then, she even occasionally let's you braid her hair when it's fallen out or she just needs to relax a little and while you know it's mainly for practicality, you still pride yourself on the fact that she chooses you to do that for her. To help her.

"Achoo!"

You just wish she'd have that same trust in you to nurse her a little.

"Doing okay over there?" You directed to the redhead who now sat curled up into the corner of the sofa by the windows, slowly munching on her cereal and taking short, mouthy breaths

"I'm doing" sniffle "great" She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, it slowly appearing more red and irritated by the action.

You internally sigh, wondering how long it'll really take for her to fess up to you that she was coming down with something. Continuing to make your cereal and tidy up afterwards, you pick up the bowl and make your way over to Natasha.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure, but not too close"

"Why not?"

"Because i.."

"Because you're…?"

"Sneezing all over the place! I don't want to sneeze on you. You know how it is with your hayfever"

In her years of being a highly trained assassin, a black widow, you think that that has to have been the worst lie she's tried to pull off.

"I do, but I don't think you would"

"Huh?"

"You don't have hayfever, Nat. You're sick."

"I'm no-" she was interrupted with another sneeze, grabbing a tissue from the box sitting on the table beside her.

“Bless you.”

“thank you” she mumbled, soon beginning to realize that with every minute, her story begins to crumble and her ill health becomes more obvious.

“come on, i’m taking you to bed”

“you’re not even gonna ask me on a date first? classy.” she joked, although congested, her wit remained just as quick and just as sassy.

It was moments like these, where she made those flirty comebacks or comments that made you wonder if the feelings you’ve harbored over the past months are reciprocated. you’d always put it to the back of your mind when you’d occasionally see her and Bruce cosying up, or what appeared to be a loving gaze shared between her and Steve. You decided to put your feelings to one side, not willing to not only ruin something for Nat, but end up being hurt in the long run. It was best to stay friends.

If only you knew.

A playful glare was sent her way upon hearing her words, trying to silently communicate that try as she may, she isn’t winning this one. It felt like you were staring at each other for hours, realistically it was only a matter of seconds, minutes at a push, before she threw her head back in defeat and audibly groaned at the fact she’d lost.

“Okay. okay, fine, I surrender”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatics, all of this for some bed rest, meds and soup. Standing up from your spot, you lean down and swiftly lift the redhead up bridal style in your arms, cereal being long forgotten. One of the perks of attending Steve’s training sessions, you build up a hell of a lot of strength because that man does not go easy on you.

It was a short walk to Nat’s bedroom, her room only being at the end of the hall down from the kitchen. She was practically half asleep in your arms, her head had found its way burrowed into the crook of your neck, minutes away from falling asleep.

“Hey FRIDAY, can you unlock Natasha’s room please? Hands are kinda full.”

You heard a small click noise before the door opened slightly allowing you to gently kick it open fully so you could walk in.

“Miss Romanoff’s door is unlocked, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Walking in, you already had an idea of what her room would look like, having been in once or twice before. Natasha liked to keep her things tidy and in order, clothes laid away, bed made, floor clear. So to see her bed covers ruffled into a ball, tissues in the bin and scattered around and laundry in a bundle in the corner, it took you by surprise. She must really be unwell.

You took her over to the bed, laying her down gently before pressing the back of your hand to her forehead, she felt like an oven to the touch.

‘Okay. definitely a fever.’

She was in between being asleep and being awake, so you decided to leave her covers off and tidy up some of the mess in her bedroom. You discarded the tissues, hung up some clean clothes that were yet to be put away and replaced the space in the basket with her dirty laundry. Turning back to see if the assassin had fallen asleep or not, you really took in her appearance.

Her clothes were just slightly on the big side, but you could still see a faint outline of her figure, hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, letting the odd few strands escape and frame her face. Her eyes were practically fully shut, but you could still see the tint of green in them, slightly covered by her long, dark eyelashes. ‘It’s unbelievable’, you thought, ‘Her body is literally shutting down, and she still looks angelic.’

You’d be riddled with envy if you weren’t so entranced by her. Times like this, you wonder how you manage to keep your feelings to yourself.

“What” cough “what are you doing?” A raspy voice asked.

“Oh, I was just tidying up your room a bit, I know you like it to be tidy and-”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” You ensured.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t obvious, you had to squint to see it, but she attempted a half smile.

“I’m just going to put this stuff in the wash, do you need anything brought back for you?”

“I’m just too warm.”

Looking around the room, you looked for ways to cool her down. There was the obvious option of windows, but they were full length except a tiny rectangle at the top which wouldn’t be enough air. You racked your brain for another minute before an idea came to mind.

“Wait here, I’ll be back in a second.”

“I’ll time you.”

If you weren’t in a rush to get back as soon as possible, you would’ve made a comeback to her comment. You took the washing to the laundry room, quickly throwing it all into the machine and putting on a boil wash before dashing to your own bedroom. Eyes scanning all over the room, it didn’t take long before they landed on the desk fan sitting on top of your wardrobe. Reaching up and grabbing it, thankfully it was a small wardrobe otherwise it would’ve been an incredibly embarrassing fall, you made your way back to Nat’s room.

Entering her room, you could feel it getting warmer as time went by. The woman hadn’t moved from where you left her, still sprawled out among the sheets. You set the fan down on her bedside table, plugged it in and switched the ‘on’ button. Over the quiet whirring, you heard a faint gasp of relief leave Nat’s lips, her body visibly relaxing at the cool breeze.

“That feel better?”

“Mhmm” She murmured, shifting in her bed to get as close to the fan as possible.

“How’s your hayfever now?”

“Hmm”

You chuckled at her sudden calmness that overtook her, glad to have been able to help her out a little.

It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, the last of her energy disappeared within seconds and soft snores emitted from her. Pushing her hair back off of her forehead gently, you whispered a quiet ‘sleep well, love.’ before walking out to do some other things around the compound, reminding yourself to come back in an hour or so to check in.

You didn’t notice the affectionate smile that had made its way onto Nat’s face at your gesture.

__________________________

“Miss Y/L/N.” Friday suddenly announced, making you drop the wooden spoon you were using to stir the soup you’d made for Nat. You remember her mentioning a dish called ‘borscht’, something she used to have in Russia, it was one of her comfort dishes. It was either this, or pizza. The soup was probably the safer option.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, sorry F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s wrong?”

“Miss Romanoff is awake and asking for you.”

“Oh, thank you! Could you let her know I'll be through in a minute?”

“Of course.”

And with a chime, F.R.I.D.A.Y. went off to pass on the message. You hastily got a bowl out of the cupboard behind you, spooning a generous amount of the soup in and covering the pot up afterwards.

The room had considerably cooled now, the fan had been on full speed since you left, the only difference was the curtains were now shut and the corner lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room.

A small ‘hi’ could be heard, although muffled, still audible. You knelt down beside her bed so you could be at the same eye level and tugged the blanket covering half of her face down.

“Hey sleepy.”

“Did I sleep for long?”

“Only an hour. Don’t worry.”

“An hour?! Ugh. I said to Clint that i’d train with him today. I’ll get dressed.” She attempted to sit up, and while successful, she looked as though she’d just got off the twister ride at the funfair. You shook your head, putting your hands on her arms and lightly pushed her back, raising your eyebrows in response to her playful glare.

“I spoke to Clint, he said he’ll catch you when he feels better. He didn’t feel up to dragging your passed out body off of the mats today.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’d be-” She sniffed, well, tried to, and looked around the room curiously before her eyes landed on the bowl beside her and then darted between it and your face.

“Did you-” She pointed towards the food “make Borscht?”

You looked down sheepishly.

“I tried. I remember you saying you used to eat it and I thought it might help. But if you don’t like it then-”

“I’m sure I will.” She reached over for the bowl, hand clasping the tea towel I slid underneath it so as not to burn her hands.

Settling with her soup, she blew on her spoon, cooling the substance before eating some. You watched anxiously, hoping you hadn’t messed up too bad, you’d only made it once before when she taught you the basics of it, so this was the first time you’d made it alone.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding when you saw her smile, looking at you adoringly.

“I love it.” She rasped

“You do? Is it okay?”

“More than. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, making small talk here and there while she ate.

“Do you want me to set up a movie for you?”

“Sure.”

You walked over to retrieve her laptop, getting ‘Grown Up’s’ up on the screen. She’s recently been into Adam Sandler movies, it was a nice and easy movie to watch, it was really lighthearted. You nudged the laptop over to her, angling it so she could still see it properly when lying down. When you got up to leave, you felt a weak grip on your wrist, encouraging you to turn and meet those shimmering, slightly droopy, green eyes.

“Need anything Nat?”

“Can you stay? Please? I like your company.”

Your stomach suddenly became home to a zoo full of butterflies, as it often did when you spent time with Natasha. You’d both spent time together before obviously, but it was usually due to missions or as a group, only occasionally getting the chance for it to be just the two of you. So to have her openly request your company, it was heartwarming. Unbeknown to you, Natasha had the exact same feeling in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of the Borscht.

You gave her a nod, trying to hide the smile trying to force its way onto your face as you settled yourself down next to her, in the meantime missing the smile she was giving you, the kind where you smile with both your mouth and your eyes with a slight sparkle in them.

You looked up eventually, causing her to snap her head back towards the screen, a smile still clear as day on her face, only getting larger as you maneuvered your arm so it was behind her neck, allowing her to get closer, which she did. So close that you could feel her ragged breathing on your chest.

If you had to use one word to describe how you’re feeling right now?

It’d be warmth. The air may have been cold, the bowl left on the side will inevitably be the same. But all you can feel, is the warmth of the blankets spilling over the bed. The warmth from the laptop. The warmth radiating from the one who you admired so dearly beside you. And most vital of all, the warmth running through your entire body, making your heart feel full. If you had the chance, you’d bottle this feeling and treasure it forever.

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A week went by, and Natasha was almost fully recovered, just having to take her medicine and rest when she can, but she’s now able to walk around the compound more often. However, although she’s had this freedom returned, she doesn’t appear to long for it as much as she did a week ago.

When she woke up in the morning, she’d roll her eyes when you’d told her she couldn’t go and train, she had to stay in bed. Unimpressed with not being able to go about her day as usual, she’d try and convince you that you were being dramatic.

'I don’t need to stay in bed.'

'You're worrying over nothing!'

'Let me leave my bedroom.'

'I’m perfectly able to go and train.'

She wasn’t, and was soon proven wrong as she collapsed back on the bed with a cracking headache.

But now, after the last 7 days of eating with you, watching movies with you and just generally indulging in conversations until she fell asleep with you, she started to feel like she didn’t want to feel better, she wanted this time with you to last forever. If she didn’t have feelings for you before, she most definitely did now. Or more so that she recognised it more now. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the way you took the time to make her favourite foods, or maybe it was the way you always made sure to check in with her and how she was feeling. Although, it also could’ve easily been the way your eyes lit up at the funny scenes in a movie, similar to the way they did whenever you made eye contact with her.

“Nat? Earth to Nat?” Lost in her thoughts, Natasha blinked a couple of times to focus back on the girl in front of her, smiling as always.

“Sorry, daydreaming.” She chuckled, her face feeling warmer as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Don’t worry” You laughed. “I was just letting you know that I'm gonna go and get your Nyquil, it should help with the headache and sore throat.”

“Ah, so I'm getting the good stuff now?” She winked

“I think you deserve it, plus, you’ve blown through the last of the ibuprofen.” You gave her a playful glare, both of you knowing that you’d have to go and buy some more, but you didn’t mind, you’d have gone to all 50 states for it if you had to.

“What can I say? I’m sick” Pulling the puppy eyes, not being able to last a minute without bursting into a grin, which you responded with a dramatic faint for an exit out of the room, leaving to go and get the Nyquil.

Getting her to take it was easy enough, dealing with a sleepy Nat, not so easy.

“Y/NNNN”

“Yes?”

“I don’t like this movie.” She grumbled, pushing her face further into the pillow as her sign of protest.

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s stupid.”

“You love this movie!”

“No.”

“Right, what would you like instead?” You asked, already clicking out of the movie to go and pick another one for the fourth time.

“I don’t wanna watch anything anymore.”

“Okay. I’ll turn it off then. Still want me to stay?”

“Please”

“Alright.”

You shut down the laptop, putting it to the side and lay down next to the redhead who was trying to fight sleep. You reached forward to put some hair that was in her face, behind her ear, trying to ensure she was comfortable. It must’ve worked because before you could pull your hand away, her face nuzzled into your palm, eyebrows easing from their furrow.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered so quietly that if there was any other noise in the room, there’s no chance you would’ve heard it.

“It’s my pleasure Nat.”

She opened her eyes fully now, instantly meeting yours, they were cloudy with sleep. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you, neither one of you daring to break eye contact, I hadn’t taken any medicine yet I was still falling asleep with how peaceful it was. I woke up more when she started to murmur again, this time, it was incoherent.

“What was that?”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Nat.” You smiled warmly

“Noo, as in, I like you.”

You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop. Is she actually- Is this- what?

“You’re just tired, love.” She shook her head

“m not that” Yawn “tired.”

“Tell you what, get some sleep and then tell me in the morning when the meds have worn off, okay?”

“m’kay. I will y’know”

“I believe you” You were hesitant with her words, unsure about whether this was a moment she’d forget tomorrow and it’s not her true feelings, or if it was true and the circumstances had just convinced you otherwise.

But, true to her word, the next morning when you woke up, still groggy from the sleep, she was laying there almost wide awake with a toothy grin.

“morn-“ And before you could finish your word, her lips were on yours. They felt like the perfect fit, moving against yours at a gentle pace, though still not enough to let you process what was actually going on.

“Morning” She pulled away.

“That enough confirmation for you?”

more than enough.

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Little Secret

Request: Wonderful! Could please write an escenario in which y/n (half elf and half human) was part of the company cause Gandalf hired her. She and Kili fell for each other and secretly started courting. Once Erebor was reclaimed everything was going back to normal. Thorin asked her to stay for as long as she liked. When Fili & Kili's mom got there, she had lots of meetings with Thorin so y/n was not able to properly meet her. The day that they are actually introduced, Thorin announces Kili's and Fili's arranged marriages which took everyone by surprise. Y/n and Kili try to figure and fix things out in order to convince Thorin to put off the arrange marriage but it does not work. Therefore, y/n decides to leave Erebor and ends up leaving to Dale; befriending/ helping Bard and his kids.  During her time there she finds out that she was pregnant with Kili's child. However, she never notifies Kili nor goes to Erebor to announce it thinking that he had his duty as a prince and it would be harmful for him/ his arranged marriage. So, she makes the decision to raise the baby on her own. Time goes by and on a normal day (when she was 9 months pregnant) that she's walking around Dale  while feeling contractions she bumps into Kili. Thank you so much!❤️ Sorry for the long message 😅 - @just-a-dreamer23

A/N: I know, I know, this is soo long. But, I enjoyed writing this story!! I've been trying to overcome my lack of motivation to write, so maybe it isn't as good in some parts, as my other stories, but I wanted to keep it that way, so I hope you enjoy anyways.

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The afternoon was hot. The best thing to do, was to take a nap. At least, in your opinion.

Nothing would attack in this heat, you thought, as you rested under a tree. A while after, you noticed pointy hat and grey cloak of the same colour. You lazily waved.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Gandalf smiled at you.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You stood up and looked at him, waiting. Gandalf never came just...for no reason.

"How are you doing?" Gandalf asked, and you shrugged.

"I'm just wandering around, as usual. You know me. I never stay in one place for too long." You said. Gandalf knew that, obviously. Being a child of an elf and a human, you felt like you never belong anywhere.

Elves felt really tense and quiet, and humans were quite loud for you, because of your hearing. And you aged lot slower than them, so making friends was also quite...not it.

"I've been looking for you, to join an adventure," You curiously gave him a look.

"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"

"Well," he looked at you.

"You know about Erebor and the line of Durin, right?" You frowned at him, and quickly shook your head.

"Gandalf, I can't-I can't join the dwarves! They will hate me! Everyone knows they hate the elves, and I'm half elf!" You said.

"Well, who said they will know? You owe me help," he reminded you. You thought back to when he healed you after orcs attacked you, and you sighed. He was right. This was the least you could do.

"And, who knows. Maybe they will like you," he gave you a look, and you folded your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh.

"Alright then. Where and when am I supposed to be?" He gave you all the information you needed. And you started your way to the Shire, looking at the first evening stars, as the starlight is what the Elves of Mirkwood love so much.

You got to the Shire around late afternoon after three days of traveling, and smiled. The hobbits and their houses were tiny, so you couldn't help, but smile. Maybe it won't be that bad, having perhaps a hobbit friend, after all...

-

You remembered the moment when you first met Kili. You thought Gandalf was there at Bilbo's house, but when you opened the door...

"Are you Master Boggins?" You frowned at the brunette dwarf.

"Do I look like a hobbit to you?" He looked at the other dwarf, then back at you, but there was Bilbo already.

Later on the journey, he found you without your cape on. It was your turn for bathing, but him and Fili forgot some their things at the river.

You just put off your cloak, and put your hair down from your headband. You heard steps, so you quickly turned around.

"You are..." Fili started.

"...an elf?" Kili finished. You huffed.

"Half elf. My mother was...human." you whispered. Painful memories of your early life came up, and you blinked to stop the tears.

"Don't tell anyone, please..." you looked at them. Both Fili and Kili must've seen something in your expression, that made them realize the importance. They nodded. Kili was, however, curious. Lot more than before, and asking you about elves. You talked about it when Thorin was far enought to not hear what was your conversations about, but it wouldn't matter much. Gandalf told them you spent part of your life living with the elves, which was true.

In fact, Kili became fascinated by you. He liked you before, and had a feeling, which he wasn't sure about. Interest, curiousity, the need to protect you, adoration...

In the moment he saw you, he realized you were his One, his love for life. And when you got closer, he asked you to court him. You said yes. From then on, you shared many quiet and stolen kisses and moments together, in the shadows of forests or your bedrooms in pubs.

The moment everyone else (except for Bilbo and the Durin brothers) found out, was when you came into Mirkwood. Thranduil ordered his guards to take your cloak and headband off, and now, everyone could see your pointy ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"What made an elf, to travel with group of dwarves?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm a-a half elf," you whispered.

"My father was from here." You explained, and the king shot you a glare. He was not stupid. He knew you tried to pull his attention away.

"Take them to the dungeons, except for Oakenshield," he said.

When you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the cold floor, you overheard the dwarves trying to find out who you actually were and what you wanted.

To your surprise, they didn't talk about you in a bad way. Just curiousity. Thankfully.

-

"Do you think she will like me?" You said to Kili. He was writing a letter to his and Fili's mother, Dis, the happy news - Erebor was reclaimed, and they all survived. It's been a week since, and Thorin decided it was the right thing to let his sister know as soon as possible. She was surely worried.

Kili turned to you.

"Like you? Like you? She is going to love you," Kili grinned at you, and you had to smile a little too.

"Yeah, but...you know, I'm not a dwarf," you said your worry aloud. It was true. Being a half-elf, you and Kili started courting in secret. Thorin was not really kind to you, at least the first half of the journey. However, the rest of the Company liked you lot more. Especially Kili. After a while of knowing of what did you feel, you decided to tell him. To your surprise, but happiness, Kili shared those feelings. And since then, you had a tiny braid, hidden in your hair, and Kili as well.

And stole many, many secret kisses.

"I don't think mum is going to have issue with this," Kili stood up, and gently placed your hair behind your ear.

"You're my One, and you make me incredibly happy. I'm sure she won't have problem with you being half elf," You cupped his cheek, and softly smiled, as you looked deep in his kind brown eyes.

"I love you too, my short Prince," He stood on his toes and kissed you, getting a giggle from you. He pouted, when he heard you called him short, but you knew he didn't mind it.

You kissed him, and felt his smile on your lips. You were leaning down, when suddenly you lost balance, and both you and Kili ended up lying on the floor. Kili and you let out a yelp, but then broke into giggles.

"I love you," Kili said, when you finally stopped laughing. You cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Kili smelled like smoke, food and fresh air.

"I love you too," Kili gently stroke your hair, and you got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to finish the letter, and I promised Tilda I will take a walk with her before the dinner." You helped Kili to get up.

"Alright my beloved, have a good time," he gently kissed you, and sat back to his desk. You smiled, and ruffled his hair.

"You too, my dearest." You smiled, and left the room.

-

It's been a few months, and you were finally, finally going to meet Kili and Fili's mother, Dis. She has been there for around two weeks by now, but, you haven't got the chance to meet her and be introduced to her yet.

You were officially going to meet her during upcoming celebration. Needless to say, you were freaking out.

Your stomach was tight from anxiety for a few days already, and that afternoon, it felt absolutely horrible. You haven't eaten whole day, just because all you thought about was the evening.

You spent around an hour of putting on and off different dresses from your wardrobe, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"Y/N?" Kili knocked on the door of your chambers.

"C'me in," you said. He came in, and his eyes widened, when he seen you sitting in front of the mirror, your eyes red and the mess everywhere.

"What am I supposed to wear? I have nothing to wear!" You started crying. All the stress and anxiety in past three months got the best of you. Random moments of crying, because of tiny things, were happening on daily basis.

"Dear, what is happening?" He pulled your hair back behind your ears.

"I-I just want-want your mum to like me," you muttered.

"And...it stresses me out." Kili nodded, and shortly hugged you.

"She is going to love you no matter which dress you wear, I promise." He whispered to your ear.

"Now, I think..." Kili looked around.

"I think the...the dark green dress will be perfect."

When you changed into the dress Kili picked you, Kili brushed and styled your hair. He pulled the top section into a clip, and you pulled a few strands, to frame your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Kili asked. You just silently nodded.

As you walked down the hall, Kili was trying to figure out where his uncle, brother and mother went to. He couldn't see them anywhere, and he was sure he was once in a while not late.

When you entered the huge throne room, you could see Fili, and let out a breath of relief.

"Fili, have you seen-"

"Kili, there you are," A woman came from behind Fili, and looked over her younger son.

"Have you brushed your hair?" Kili huffed.

"Of course I did." He said quietly, so nobody could hear him. He was visibly embarrassed, and you let out laugh. She suddenly turned to you. Her deep blue eyes reminded you Thorin, but they had the same twinkle as Kili and, occasionally, Fili.

"I don't remember I seen you here before," she said.

"Well, I usually spend my time outside of Erebor, so I think that might be it," You nervously smiled. She hummed.

"I-I'm not a part of the royal family," you said, and almost groaned. Now that was embarrassing for sure.

"Y/N, this is my and Kili's mum, Dis. Mum, this is Y/N," Fili said, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I-um-" You tried to say something, but she pulled you in short hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she gave you a smile, and then went back between the guests with Fili.

You let out a breath.

"That was embarrassing," you groaned. Kili chuckled.

"No, not at all. She likes you." It suddenly felt like it was much easier to breathe.

"She-she does?" Your eyes widened, and Kili nodded.

"Of course! And you can bet she will steal you to me during the evening,"

"How do you know that?" You turned to him with surprise written all over your face.

"She is my mother. I know her for a long time." He just said.

"She seems to be...different from Thorin," you said, hoping it wouldn't come out as offensive. Kili chuckled.

"Mum and Uncle really aren't that different. Uncle just focuses more on the kingdom and mum, on family," Kili said in low voice, so that only you could hear it.

When you sat down to the table, where the royal family and the Company was, you looked around. You and Kili did secretly hold hands under the table, and you talked to Dis, who was sitting across the table.

"Good evening, everyone," Thorin said, and the people got more quiet.

"It's my pleasure to meet all of you here today. I have some things to say, before the celebration starts." Thorin paused, and Kili leaned near you with a grin.

"It's just a few formalities, don't worry, love." You smiled at him back with tight smile. You felt something was not right. Thorin talked about the kingdom a little at first. The next news was, however, what you were afraid of.

"I'm very happy to say, my nephew Fili is going to marry-" you let out a breath. Kili turned to you with worry.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked, when suddenly...

"And my nephew Kili, who also has already arranged marriage, with-"

Kili stared at Thorin, and you as well.

"Kili-Kili, please-" you tried to stop Kili from going to Thorin. Kili was visibly angry, his jaw was tight, and body tense.

"Kili? What is happening?" Thorin came and let through his teeth. You suddenly felt everyone's eyes on you.

"I need some fresh air," you whispered and walked away, as quickly as you could. When you left, you came in your chambers, kneeled to your bed, and started crying.

You knew it. You should've known before.

Thorin would do this. Even when Fili and Kili were children, he would make sure they had wives already. They were princes. They needed to have a wife.

And Thorin...Thorin would never allow Kili to court you or marry you.

The next day, Kili came into your room. He had dark circles under his eyes, and gave you weak smile.

"I promise we will work this out," he muttered, and pulled you close to his chest.

Kili was asleep - and you let him - but, you thought about your situation, and tried to come up with possible solutions.

However, it was as if there weren't any.

It's been a few days, and you cuddled into your blanket. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, you looked around the room.

This place isn't for me anymore, you thought, and started packing your clothes into your bag. You changed into tunic and trousers, and wrote a letter to Kili, that you were sorry, but it was probably better to have a wife his Uncle would like, that you were leaving and never coming back, so he shouldn't be looking for you.

You quietly left the palace, and walked out in the morning. The air was fresh and nice, and for a moment, you forgot your sadness.

You walked to Dale, and decided to meet Bard. You had nowhere to go, and maybe staying there would be good, before you'd go...somewhere else.

The guards let you in, and as you thought of going to Rivendell, you noticed Bard.

"Bard?" He turned to you, and nodded at you.

"Hi Y/N. What brings you here?" You sighed.

"I'm leaving Erebor, Bard...but the problem is, I need to think about of where-" you suddenly felt dizzy, and Bard catched you. He called for a healer, that's what your hazy mind could catch.

You basically woke up, in a room. On a bed. Comfortable bed.

"Lie still, lady Y/N," the healer said. You frowned a little, when she placed her ear to your stomach.

"I can hear the heartbeat clearly. The baby is most likely around three months old," she said.

"What baby?" You asked, confused. You looked from the healer to Bard and Bard to healer. She took your hands in hers.

"You don't know, my lady? You are pregnant. I can clearly hear the heartbeat of your child," she softly smiled at you. You shook your head, and felt a few tears escaping your eyes.

"I'm...I'm with child," you whispered. You could not believe it. So perhaps, it wasn't just stress...

"Who is the father?" The healer asked, when she helped you to sit up. You nervously looked in your lap.

"Kili. Prince...Kili. Kili Durin." You said, and Bard and the healer shared a look.

"He...he doesn't know. Can we keep it a secret? Please?" You looked at them.

They said yes. Bard was like a father to you, and let you stay. He showed you chambers, that would be your home for next few months at least.

You never went back to Erebor. You thought Kili had to marry the princess, so you just tried to think of the baby you were carrying.

It wasn't that hard, honestly. The baby was often restless, though.

As if it missed Kili as much as you did...

Even if the baby would have to grow up without it's biological dad, you were sure you'd be able to take care of them well.

Some days, you were happy, and didn't think of Kili too much. It pained you, yes, and you knew you had to be strong for the baby, so you often asked someone to teach you something, such as how to prepare different meals, how to knit or how to play piano, to name a few.

Other days, you felt sad. It could be because of the weather, or hormones, some days you just woke up sad, and sometimes it was when something reminded you of Kili. Those days, the baby was the most restless, and the maids told you it was because the baby missed it's father.

You sat down to the armchair next to the window in your bedroom, and looked out on the street. Nobody could see you from here, so it made you feel safe. You looked up and seen Erebor.

"There's your daddy, over there," you whispered to the baby.

The answer you got, was soft kick.

-

"Does it hurt?" Sigrid asked you, looking at your belly. You smiled at her.

"No, it doesn't." You stroke your stomach. You've been pregnant for past almost nine months. Bard was so kind and let you stay, and even offered you bigger chambers, which you gladly agreeded to. The chambers were perfect size, and the baby could have their own small room, overtime.

You let out shaky breath. You wanted Kili to know about all of this. To be there with you, talk to you and to the baby.

But, it was not possible. It would hurt his reputation, and perhaps even his marriage.

You dried your tears, and carefully stood up. Even as pregnant, you were able to stand up yourself, luckily quite easily. You felt very thankful for some of your genes being from the elves, because, as Bard explained to you, humans had it harder.

When you slowly got yourself out of the castle, you breathed in. The air smelled nicely - you smelled fresh bread, old leaves, fresh air from the lake. Mix of summer and autumn. You felt it was one of the last few warm days, before the typical autumn comes.

You looked around, and your cravings were begging you for some freshly baked, soft warm bread with fresh butter, melting on top of it. You thought of the crispiness of the bread's crust, and your mouth started watering. You groaned, when you felt how your stomach let you know some snack would come handy.

You slid your hand to your pocket, and made sure you have enough money.

You started walking, to find some bakery, and as you looked around, you noticed one on the other end of the street.

You let out a breath, and started walking towards the small store.

You were almost there, when you overheard a gasps, escaping a few young girls. You slowed down and listened to their conversation.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, I did. Do you think it really is the Prince?"

"Of course he is! I mean, look at him. I'd recognize the hair clip everywhere." You frowned a little, when you suddenly realized it. You stopped walking, and felt hot wave running down your back, and liquid running down your leg.

You carefully looked down. It was clear.

You turned around, and - damn it! - your eyes locked with Kili's in the exact moment.

He started walking towards you. You clearly recognized happiness in his eyes, and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been those past months? I was worried about you," He said, and when he was near you, you recognized even the wet shine in his chocolate eyes. You felt sudden rush of guilt.

He must have notice the guilt on your face. Kili frowned a little, when he took a notice of your belly, under the dress.

"I-you..." You noticed it. He was holding back tears. You shook your head, as you tried to hold your own.

"Kili, it isn't like this...please trust me!" You felt another wave of heat running down your back, and stepped forward, but sudden dizzines made you take wrong step. Kili quickly catched you.

"Kili, I-this is, uh..."

"You moved on," he said. You shook your head.

"No, it's...you are the father," you said, but didn't notice what was his reaction, because suddenly, you realized what was going on, as you were holding your belly.

"I need to get back, and find a healer and midwife," you let out through your gritted teeth.

"We will get there quickly," Kili let out, and you had a feeling.

"Don't you dare to faint!" You let out.

Kili helped you to get back. You noticed Sigrid, and told her to quickly find healer. She didn't ask anything, and quickly runned away. You let out a groan and gripped Kili's arm.

"Lady Y/N, we need to get you to the room prepared for labour," the healer said, and checked on your belly.

When you got there, and changed into simple gown, you laid down as the healer told you.

Kili stayed there, and you were gripping his arm and hand.

"I'm not fucking letting you to sleep with me ever again," you said through gritted teeth. Kili took a shaky breath, and you shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare to faint, Kili Durin! You did put this baby inside me nine months ago, so now-"

"This is just the pain speaking from Lady Y/N, Prince Kili. Don't take it personally," Kili gulped and nodded.

"You're doing great, love," he said carefully. You let out a huff.

"I didn't finish! Now you will deal with me breaking your arm, because it hurts!" You almost yelled at him.

"I can see the head, my Lady!" The healer smiled.

"With this next contraction, you will push as much as you can!" The healer said.

"Okay, one, two, three-push!"

"You're doing great, dear. The baby is almost there," Kili tried to cheer you up.

"You have no idea how painful it is!" You screamed.

"My lady, this is going to be your last push, are you ready?" The healer looked up at you, and you nodded.

"One, two, three, push!" The healer let out. You gripped Kili's hand, and suddenly...

You heard a baby scream.

"It's a girl!" The healer said happily. You smiled, and let out some happy tears.

"You-you did it!" Kili said, and you wiped off your eyes.

"No, we did it," you muttered, and he kissed your cheek.

"How do you feel, Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you smiled. The midwife checked on you, and handed you your baby.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said and smiled. You smiled at her back. She was there for you for all those months, and you got close.

"Thank you so much," She nodded.

"I'll leave you alone," she said, and left.

You stroke the baby's cheek.

"How are we going to name her?" Kili whispered, and stroke the baby's chubby cheek. You shrugged.

"Well...I'm not sure. I was thinking of Arina," you said.

"It's...it's beautiful name," Kili said, and you realized he was crying.

"Kili...I'm so sorry for...for hiding it from you," you whispered. Kili shook his head.

"Love...it isn't your fault. Can I...can I hug you?" You nodded, and he slid his arm around your shoulders.

"If anything, it's my fault." He muttered.

"I should've known where did you go, and-"

"Shh," you said.

"We can talk about that later. Arina's asleep now."

You were quietly watching the baby. The midwife came back soon, to check on you and the baby, and when she left, Kili spoken up.

"We talked Uncle the marriges out." You nodded.

"You left Erebor by then already. I was looking everywhere for you, only if I knew-" you subtly interrupted him.

"I didn't know either. I wanted to go to Rivendell, but...then, I found out. It would be risky, so Bard let me stay here," You shrugged.

"Do you still want to leave, though?" Kili looked at you with sad eyes, when he looked away from your daughter. You shook your head.

"No." Kili grinned, and gently brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Just for your information...mum was going nuts when she found out about the arranged marriges. She likes you a lot." You smiled, and took Kili's hand in yours.

"Well...let's hope she likes her too," You looked at Arina's sleeping face.

You came back the next day. Kili had to go to Erebor that evening, but in the morning, he came back.

When you entered, you overheard a strong female voice. You quickly realized who was the woman.

"I don't care my brother has a meeting. Go tell him he has to come here. It's a family emergency," she said, and turned to you and Kili.

"Y/N, where have you-oh, who is this?" Dis turned to you, and noticed the baby. You shared a look with Kili.

"This is your granddaughter," You said carefully. Dis looked between you and Kili, and it seemed like most things clicked to her. She smiled.

"Well..."

"Dis, what does that means?" Thorin's voice came from different hall, and you noticed Fili giving you a knowing smile.

"Thorin..." you said, and he turned to you. He seemed to be confused, but then he looked at Arina.

"What does this-"

"Uncle, let's get some privacy first," Fili said.

When you came to library, Thorin turned to you. Dis stood up, as if she would want to protect you.

"Uncle...Y/N and I started courting on the quest in secret. We planned to get married, but when you announced the arranged marriges for me and Fili, we-"

"I left Erebor, because I thought you would never accept me as partner for your nephew, Thorin. I found out I was pregnant, however, I didn't want to hurt Kili's reputation or his marrige, so I never came back to announce it. He met me in Dale yesterday, and I, um...I went to labour." Thorin has been looking at you and Kili. Your body was tense, and Fili, Kili and Dis were ready to protect you any moment.

Thorin slowly closed this eyes, and placed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, he let out a sigh.

"Fili, Kili, sister, leave us alone."

"But Uncle-" Fili said, but Thorin shook his head.

"I said, leave us alone. It won't be long." They three left, and you were a bit afraid.

"Kili is a prince, yes. But, he is also a dwarf, who needs to have someone who he is happy with." Thorin said, looking away from you.

"I noticed, of course. You make him happy, Y/N. I thought it was just childish love, that you would leave, and it would break Kili's heart. I owe you honest apology, Y/N. For thinking you wouldn't take his love seriously." He looked at you, and you let out a small smile. You nodded.

"Apology accepted, Thorin. Courting Kili makes me incredibly happy, and I am honored to say he is my lover," you said, and Thorin looked at you.

"Well, and when it comes to, um...you staying, you can stay here. If you would like to."

"I'd be very thankful."

A few years later

"Fi, look!" Kili said, as Arina walked towards Kili, again. She was giggling, as her father was dancing with her. You laughed.

"Kili, be careful!"

"Daddy, look!" The little girl pointed to a butterfly, who sat on her dress.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Kili said, and she pouted.

"Don't move, or it will fly away!" Arina let out, and let the butterfly gently walk on her palm.

"Uncle, look, I got a butterfly!" Arina showed it to Fili, who nodded with nervous face.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Ari. Would you put it, um, a bit away from me, please?" She put the butterfly on a flower, and Fili let out a breath.

"I'm sleepy, mommy." She came to you, and lean her head on your shoulder.

"Ari?" A little boy came, and the girl jumped up with grin.

"Vili!" She squealed, and started tickling her cousin.

"Granny!" Arina gasped, when she noticed Dis.

"You are growing up so fast, Ari!" She said proudly, and you two shared a look.

"Aye, that's what she does," Kili let out a chuckle, and gently kissed your cheek.

[goldenkirstein]

aot band! au headcanons pt. 2:

pt. one here

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pairing: connie x fem! reader, mikasa x fem! reader, armin x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, dumbification (?), dacryphilia, squirting, degradation, daddy kink mention, , impact play, slight exhibitionism, collaring, oral sex ( f + m receiving), fingering, slight dubcon.

a/n: this is a repost i changed some stuff, will i ever be satisfied? probably not, but here it is part two. any feedback is appreciated !!

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smut under the cut

connie springer:

Connie is on drums

His arms are covered in tattoos, and he has snake bite piercings. The tattoos are coloured, and like Eren, pretty cohesive. Most of them are New school style, his favourite piece being an octopus covering his upper arm.

When he performs, he’s usually shirtless, sweat dripping down his body. He stands up on his stool when he finishes a set before taking a bow, his chest heaving and a lazy grin on his face as he shoots you a wink.

His hands are rough and calloused; frequently after shows, you are found tending to his bruised knuckles, scolding him for his carelessness on stage; he says he can’t help that he gets too lost in the music, among other cheesy things that leave you rolling your eyes at him.

He wears bracelets, maybe a ring or two. His favourite is a small handmade bracelet that you made, which sits on his left wrist. He loves seeing how happy you get when you see him wearing it while he performs.

After shows, he gets caught up with fans and his bandmates, but he never lingers for too long, knowing that you’re waiting for him backstage. He loves pulling you into a hug and hearing your protest that he’s so sweaty, but it only makes him tighten his grip around your waist and press his growing bulge against your center, silencing you effectively.

While Connie loves the noises the crowd makes, what he loves more is the way you mewl and whimper for him while he fucks you deeper into the couch.

He’s addicted to the way you dig your nails into his arm, eyes screwing shut when he ruts into your sopping cunt. Your fucked out expression spurring him on to whisper in your ear, “cockdrunk already, princess? I just got started with you.”

Connie likes to lift up your tiny band shirt, giving him a perfect view of your tits; he jerks his cock a few times before he cums with his head thrown back, shooting ropes of his hot seed over your chest. He loves dragging his fingers over pert nipples, collecting his cum, only for him to slide his fingers in your mouth and watch as you diligently suck his digits clean.

mikasa ackerman:

Lead vocalist of the band.

She doesn’t have many tattoos; you can occasionally get a glimpse of the ink when her skirt rides up a little when she’s getting lost in the music.

Mikasa brushes off the comments she gets after shows, fans wondering if she’s dating any of the boys, always answering with a laugh.

You can’t help but feel a little possessive of your Mikasa; she doesn’t notice how the men in the crowd look at her with hunger in their eyes. Little do they know that it’s your fingers that she comes undone on every night.

Sometimes after shows, you’ll have her withering underneath you on the upholstered seats of the tour bus as she cries out in pleasure. The fans’ screaming from before is replaced by the squelching of her wet cunt as your fingers scissor in and out.

She looks like a work of art underneath you, her cute little pussy spread open, clamping down desperately around your digits. Her whimpers fill the bus, tear-filled eyes looking up at you, “p-please let me cum, baby, ‘m a good girl, your good girl.” What kind of girlfriend would you be if you denied her sweet pleas?

Watching her cum, leaves you in a trance. Her legs tremble, and her back arches from the seat as you continue to pump your fingers in and out of her gushing hole; you continue until she’s a twitchy mess pushing your hand away from her sore overstimulated cunt.

Mikasa also has a tongue piercing; she got it as a dare after a celebratory night of drinks when their band headlined the biggest venue in the city. You can catch glimpses of it while she performs, the silver ball peeping out from her delicate mouth. She knows the effect it has on you.

She lives off of your praise, cherishing the way you sigh out in pleasure and call her your perfect angel when she gives your clit kitten licks before sucking on it.

One incident in which Mikasa thought she could be slick was to use a vibrating piercing while eating you out. The vibrations paired with her fingers curling into your sweet spot sent ripples of pleasure across your body, the pressure building in your abdomen until it became too much, and you let out a silent scream, your thighs tensing around Mikasa’s head.

It wasn’t until you came down from your high, you realized that her face was wet; she only gave you a shy smile in response before licking her lips. Needless to say, that wasn’t the last time she used that piercing on you.

armin arlert:

He plays the keys and occasionally is on vocals.

During their performances, he’s usually on the side of the stage, never truly attracting attention to himself. He’s immensely talented and wants people to praise him for that, rather than how he looks or on fancy tricks he does on stage.

However, there is one person he does look for in the crowd, your usually pretty easy for Armin to spot; all he has to do is look for the pink collar with a heart shape “O” ring resting delicately around your throat.

The other boys often joke around how Armin is so pussy whipped, teasing him that the sex is probably vanilla and that he’s probably never made you cum before. Armin doesn’t take the comments to heart; he just laughs and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, if only they knew.

Armin doesn’t linger around fans for too long after shows; he usually goes straight into the green room, where you’re always sitting waiting for him, hands under your thighs. He coos at you, telling you how pretty you looked in the crowd. You bat your eyelashes up at him, mustering out a “thank you, daddy.”

Unlike his other bandmates, he doesn’t have any tattoos but unbeknownst to anybody else, except you, he has nipple piercings.

He loves it when you spend extra time kissing, licking and nibbling at his chest, tongue circling one of his nipples, your hand tweaking the other piercing. Worshipping his chest like the obedient girl you are.

Armin is the jealous type; if he catches you with the other boys, he won’t hesitate to pull you into a room to teach you a lesson.

This is how you end up lying across his lap; skirt hiked up as he delivers spank after spank on your sore ass cheeks, his tone unforgiving as he kneads your ass, “eyeing up the other guys, hmm? I look away for one minute, and you’re already whoring yourself out to them.”

Afterwards, he’ll pull you into his lap, whispering gently in your ear how good you are and that he’s only looking out for you. He brushes away your tears planting kisses all over your body before sliding his cock between your folds to give you your reward for being a good girl for him.

a/n: hope this sounded good, ik i posted this earlier, but i didn't like it, hopefully its better this time around hjghj

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[jamiedc-they-them]

I got you (Platonic)

Requested by @emcon-imagines

“Jemma --” Daisy said, as much as she loved her friend, she knew that she still wasn’t at the top of her lying game. To be honest, she hoped that Jemma never made it there, as if that would signal some sort of end to the Jemma Simmons she knew.

Still, back on point, “Daisy...I promised Y/N…” She said. And, that did get her attention, she had promised you something.

“I just wanna help her, Simmons. I mean, you’ve seen her...Tired, not herself. Not the bubbly person we all know. Something’s going on…” She knew how this would seem to anyone else; someone interrogating someone, almost gaslighting in some way to get some information.

But, the two women knew better; it was two friends trying to help another.

Besides, the three had formed their own group; the term “power puffs” being thrown around a lot. Still, not the point --

“I didn’t just swear and drop my concern, Daisy. I wanted to help too…” She trailed off, and Daisy nodded for her to continue, “I did to her that she would probably get yelled at...but, she brushed it off at the time. I don’t think Fitz’s sarcasm helped it either.”

“What’d he say?”

“‘What’s the worst thing that could happen? I mean, yeah, you’ll probably get yelled at, but it’s not like she’s going to kill you.’ And I said, ‘Not helping’ and...Oh, sorry.” She said, catching herself.

Daisy smiled, “It’s alright, Jem. Just, tell me, please. I’ll stop after that.”

Jemma could never say now the puppy dog expression Daisy Johnson could pull off, “...That’s the problem, she isn’t stopping.But, she told me to not bother you about it. She knows how you can be with this and...she doesn’t want to worry anyone else. She says she can handle it.” The Brit said, almost in one entire breath.

“Famous last words, sadly in some cases.” Daisy said, looking out the window before back to Jemma, “Where is she now?”

As Jemma went to answer, her gaze changed; she looked alert, “Well...there.” She said, nodding her head behind Daisy.

The woman turned, seeing you walk in, bag over your shoulder from yet another assignment...yet another few months undercover.

If you were good at hiding the strain of the work before, this was not one of those times; with the heaviness in your eyes, worn down expression and posture of your body.

It was getting to you.

Daisy then looked to Jemma, giving her friend a pat on the arm, “I got this.” She promised, before taking her leave.

She wasn’t one to break them.

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You had put the weapons away, and was getting ready for the ebrie. Just ready to get that ticked off, then wait until the next job comes your way. You had to keep going, SHIELD was always cut throat, but especially now; you were on the back foot and what not. You had to prove yourself to Coulson, he brought you and Daisy in and kept you in despite what you had done to them.

That had to be worth something.

You went with your bag, a bag mixed with your own things and the contents of the sting. Smart? No, not really. But, you were working with limited time. So, you know.

Besides, Coulson had cleared it and said it was fine.

So, you went into the kitchen, gonna go upstairs to get it all done with, when you paused…

There, on her laptop, was your sister, just typing away.

Given the fact of the bottle of water she had was only just opened, you had to guess that she had only just set up.

“Hey.” She said, looking up at you from the table, smiling as if you hadn’t caught her in the act.

“Hey.” You said back, dropping the bag to the floor. You both held each others stare for a moment too long; you had been in each others lives for forever, so you could read each other like a book.

“Been there long?” You asked, hands going in your pocket. You knew the answer, but still…

“Nah, just waiting for you.” She said, moving to sitting on the table, legs dangling off of it, “Just wanted to see if you were ok.”

You held your arms out to your side for a moment, a kind of “here I am” gesture, before letting them slap against your body as you let them drop, “I’m ok...Just want to get up there.” You said, pinching your nose as you closed your eyes for a moment; a rare moment of letting this toll be known to the world in a way that was intentional.

Daisy saw a way in there, “You tired? I mean, sleep deprivation and mental health issues don’t really go hand in hand...You’re gonna snap.”

You nodded, same posture as before, “Sure. Just wanna get up there and do this, D.”

“Coulson doesn’t need it right now.”

“He does.” You argued.

She sighed, the Johnson gene of stubbornness surely rubbing off on you, “Look, Y/N/N, I get it. But, AC -- Well, DC, is more than ok with this. Trust me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll do shit like that when you do.” Ok, fair; did it hit? Yeah, but she wasn’t a sunken battleship yet...that phrase was weird.

Anyways, “Y/N,” She started, getting up and grabbing your hands in her own, looking you right in the eyes, “You’re tired, ok? Actually tired….I mean, look, you can barely stand right now. What you need, is rest. Ok?”

Out of the siblings, you weren’t as open as she was. But, as said before, she knew you better than anyone else. And, because of that, you could be yourself with her. You let yourself nod, eyes dropping to the ground. She squeezed your hands, smile coming onto her face.

It was like that Skye part of her, the inner child of her’s that needed healing was alway there; the optimist that refused to see the dark.

Still, she grabbed your bag, putting an arm around your shoulder, and leading you to your room.

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Your room was a fucking mess. Jesus, was it a mess. Now, Jemma had told Daisy that she had no one touch it; no one go in or even put their hand on the door knob.

But...it was messy, to say the least.

The two of you stood, silently looking at the state of your room; clothes everywhere, doors left open, bed sheets unorganised.

She heard your breath shudder a bit. It seemed you had forgotten that the room was left like this. Then again, she was sure you were almost leading two - well, now really more than two - lives at once; SHIELD, your own, and the many undercover personas you had to adapt to.

Hunter’s lecture about SHIELD not being a lifestyle but a job was true; granted, it was a belief in the world and the good that laid in it, but he still had a point.

It seemed for you, those two had fully blurred into on destructive, stress filled life. And it was slowly killing you.

You entered first, grabbing some clothes from the floor and going into your bathroom, locking the door.

She, meanwhile, went to your bed, smelling them and groaning at the stink that came from them.

She put the bag down, picking up some of your other clothes - less yours, more SHIELD’s clothes that they gave to operatives.

There was no style, only a branded shirt (some actually were, but that’s not the point) to say “Shoot at me, I’m with the people you guys at HYDRA hate!”

She put them away, the clothes coloured black. She remembered when you used to have a more colourful attire, an expression to who you were.

No, it was just SHIELD.

After the clothes had been sorted, she then sat on the floor, opening the bag. She looked up at the sound from your bathroom, a shower being turned on.

She looked back to the bag, seeing bags of cocaine, some files...and your clothes. One of the bags had a hole in, and some of the contents had gone from the bag and onto your own clothes. These ones were yours...now stained with coke.

With work…

The shower was still going. And she knew that you were devoted to these people...but what had you lost in the process?

She went further into the bag, digging deep into it. It took a few moments, but she found something, her fingers brushed against something…

Removing her hand from the bag, she found a necklace; she smiled, this one more nostalgic. It was a necklace that you had both gotten together with some money you had both saved. Inside there was a photo of the pair of you…

You’d kept it, you were still there.

She looked to the door, the shower was still going. She looked to the clothes...she could make a quick trip…

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She came back, clothes in her possession, but no bag. The bag was with Coulson, but the clothes and necklace she kept.

She came back in, putting the clothes on the bed. The door opened, and you emerged, now in sleep gear.

“Hey.” You said.

She smiled, “Hey.” She said back.

“Can - can you uh, can you stay for the night? Just...after all that, and what you said...I think I could use a break…?”

Her smile softened, “Of course.” She said.

You were still you...you still had your own life.

SHIELD wasn’t your lifestyle, just a belief in the world and a job.

[2jaeh]

Body Paint | Wong Hendery

Genre: fluff, mature themes

Warnings: slight nudity, body painting ?, slight hair pulling, dirty talk

Words: 1,5k

AUTHOR SIN

Youre partnered up for a painting project with Hendery, when he has the the brilliant idea of painting each other...for the project Ofcourse.

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You set a couple canvases onto the wooden floor of the studio you and Hendery had rented for your upcoming art project. It was for the varsity final exhibition and the task was to be completely experimental while perfectly collabing with your partner. Hendery, the quirky black haired boy you were partnered with walked into the room sipping on his ice coffee, 

“Any ideas yet ?” He smiled sweetly as he set down his backpack and walked over to the tray of paint. 

“Nah” you shook your head and sat crossed legged on the floor, “what about you ?” 

Hendery joined you on the floor before pulling out his ipad and you scooted closer to him to take a look. Your eyes widened when his pinterest board was practically filled with body painting art pieces, ranging from a back piece to a completely full body canvas. 

“B-body painting ?” you raised an eyebrow, 

“Yeah, I think it's interesting and it will perfectly showcase a collab as well as create something different from everyone else” Hendery explained and sipped the last bit of his drink. 

You wrinkled your nose at the screen, unsure of how this was going to work, how much body would you be painting exactly ?

“Problem ?” Hendery chuckled, leaning back on his elbows as he stared up at you, 

“How much are we painting ?” you scratched your head nervously, eyes still locked on the majority of his moodboard being close to nudity. 

“I think full body, front or back your choice” Hendery answered calmly, “I brought my tripod and camera so we can do it now, take a few pictures and edit it for the exhibition”

You stood up and Hendery discarded his coffee cup and immediately brought his shirt over his head. 

You stood up and Hendery discarded his coffee cup and immediately brought his shirt over his head. 

You stood up and Hendery discarded his coffee cup and immediately brought his shirt over his head. 

“Wait you're for real, don't we need to plan ?” you stuttered as the boy continued to strip down to his black boxers. 

“We should go with the flow I think it would look better if it was freestyled” He replied as you took in his confident semi nude figure waltzing around the room. 

You thanked the heavens you were in somewhat decent underwear today, especially ones that aren't too revealing. Hendery locked the studio doors and taped a piece of paper over the window just in case and began mixing paints as you reluctantly began undressing. 

“Don't be nervous, remember those people who were butt ass naked in our class two weeks ago ?” Hendery chuckled as he continued doing his duties. 

“Oh yeah that was really something” you reminded yourself of that dreadful experience. The only reason why you agreed to Hendery’s plan was because you were comfortable around him despite never seeing each other like this. He was an extremely sweet person and had always been respectful toward you and your peers. 

“Front or back ?” Hendery asked as he stood on the plastic sheet he laid out. 

“Back, I really don't want to be face to face with your uhm” 

Hendery burst out laughing when he realized what you were hinting at, “noted.” 

You gathered your favourite colours and got to work on his back, which was gloriously broad and honestly the perfect human canvas. Hendery hissed at the cold paint making contact with his skin but finally eased up when you began your workflow. It felt awkward at first but eventually became fun, as you watched your piece come to life against his golden skin. 

“I guess you're going with a darker style huh? I've always liked your work” Hendery mused as he lifted his arm making it easier for you to cover his ribcage. 

“I'm surprised you like it since your style is the complete opposite of mine” you chuckled, “its like good meets evil”

“I think that's why this idea is really going to be perfect, wow I can't wait to see the outcome of it” Hendery stretched up in turn making his muscles flex, which was quite...the sight. 

You were coming close to the details around the side of his neck and the closeness made Hendery really take notice of you, like really take notice. He watched you concentrate as you worked on his skin, your tongue darting out while painting was incredibly cute to him. 

Hendery had no idea you paid attention but you were definitely aware of him studying you and it kind of made you feel a bit more comfortable that you weren't the only one ogling. 

“Okay i'm done!” You took a step back and admired your work, “It actually looks pretty good.”

Hendery stood at the backdrop while you snapped a few solo pictures of him and showed off your artwork. “Wow it looks dope, those demons on my thighs are kinda sexy” he teased and you rolled your eyes, “they're supposed to be creepy not sexy” 

“They can be creepy and sexy, just like you” Hendery stuck his tongue out, “come on demon princess it's your turn.”

You and Hendery both agreed on a front facing canvas since it was a good contrast to your piece on him. You sucked in a deep breath as Hendery neared you with the brush and the instant contact made you flinch, 

“Too cold?” he cooed, as he carefully began working on your sternum area. 

“Y-yeah” you chuckled nervously as you felt his warm breath hit your chest, Hendery looked up at you, eyes slightly narrowed before his lips curled into a grin,  “I'm sure you can handle anything babe.”

Where the hell did the sweet boy from earlier disappear to and why the hell did he just turn you on with just his words ?

Hendery quietly painted away, making sure to steal glances at you and his fingers danced lightly across your skin. He was gentle, making sure to touch you appropriately at all times even though you wished he wasn't so courteous for a second. 

“Okay I'm all done we should take pictures before it gets messy” Hendery ran over to the camera and began snapping a few shots of you. You were about to walk over to the camera to see his work when he held his hand up to stop you. “Wait we need to take a few together! I just want both canvases to look perfect”

You nodded and stood back in place while Hendery set up a self timer and jogged over to you. Thinking it was just a normal picture you stood as you were before but Hendery moved your arm to caress his face while he faced the other way and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“Art is sexy remember” He winked as you recalled that stupid line your fine arts lecturer once said. You bit down on your lip and got into position, feeling a sense of excitement of Hendery’s grip being a little firmer than before. 

Hendery set the camera up once more and this time you orchestrated a position where Hendery stood behind you, showing a good portion of his back piece, and you faced front while he and you and him interlaced fingers. 

“For the finale we should make out, and kinda show the aftermath of the canvas” Hendery suggested and bit down on his lip, “are you okay with doing that?”

“Eh yeah that's actually a good idea” You agreed and Hendery quickly set up another self timer. 

Hendery grabbed your face in his hands as you wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him. His bright eyes suddenly darkened as they drifted down to your lips and pressed them against yours. The kiss was heated, crazily passionate for two people who had no prior feelings for each other. Hendery’s lips were soft and sweet, you could still taste the coffee on his tongue from earlier. His hand moved to your hair and he surprised you by slightly tugging on it which caused you to moan into the kiss. 

“Oh you into that huh?” he purred, and sucked your bottom lip between his teeth. 

He made you dizzy with lust. One simple kiss and you wanted him right then and there. He wasn't shy to grab your ass either as it was the only thing he was thinking about for the past four hours. 

“I think the….shutter...went off” you tried to catch your breath as Hendery’s lips already moved to your jaw and his hand gently squeezed his artwork around your throat. 

“Mmm, oh yeah” He sighed and licked his lips, breaking away from you and made his way over to the camera. Hendery sat up the final shot for the messed up canvases finale and made his way back over to you. 

The two of you posed side by side but you both could clearly hear the other person panting heavily after that heated kiss. 

The camera shutter went off and Hendery grabbed hold of your wrist and turned you to face him, “So y/n, There's only one shower” he smirked, “...do you want to wash away our artwork together ?”

[simluvbot]

Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

(’:

[shslfanficreader]

What they’re like playing with your hair - G/N reader

Warnings: Talk of being in the shower/bath together but nothing ns//fw, language, unbetaed

Characters Included: Taka, Mondo, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Korekiyo, Kokichi

Taka:

General

He’s apprehensive about touching you at all

He’s so, so gentle

Doesn’t want to hurt you at all or make you feel uncomfortable 

The first time he gently reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear, his hand is shaking

But if you reassure him with a smile, he’ll give you his adorable little smile back

As he gets more comfortable with touching your hair, he starts playing with it more and more, until if you’re sitting next to him, it’s odd if he doesn’t have his hand close to your head and your hair in between his fingers

He sits with his hand just running over your hair a lot

It calms him and he likes the way it feels on his hands

It’s a way for him to know you’re there with him without clutching onto your hand or something of the sort

When he plays with your hair, it calms him down, but it also makes him feel closer to you

He considers it something quite intimate 

And is really glad that you’ll let him do it with you

Long

He’s too scared of making you uncomfortable or getting shampoo in your eyes to shower or bathe with you

But he likes brushing your hair

He sections it into parts and brushes through each part 50 times each

He used to do 100 passes for each section but that ended up taking a bit too long

His favourite part of brushing your hair is when he gets to check for knots at the end by trailing his fingers through it

He just loves the feeling of it

If you sleep with your hair down, you always wake up to his fingers tangled in strands of it

It’s hard to untangle yourself from his fingers without waking him up, but he’d rather wake up than accidentally hurt you

Short

Taka loves the feeling of short hair on his fingers 

He likes how if he rubs his hand back and forth over it, his hand will eventually go numb

He always does it slowly and gently 

But it still seems like he’s petting you like he would pet a dog

He doesn’t want it to seem like that

He just doesn’t want to mess your hair up

Curly

Has no idea how you do your hair

Like? Can you only brush it when it's wet? 

Do your hands get tangled up when you're trying to put it up or style it?

Either way, he'll mostly stick to running his hands over your hair 

Until you tell him what he can do 

In which case

Put some time aside

Because his hands won't leave your hair until you ask him to stop 

He just finds being close to you and playing with your hair so soothing 

Coily

Still doesn't know how you do your hair 

He doesn't want to twirl it or twist it around his fingers because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

But if you tell him he can, or specify exactly what you like him to do, he'll do it happily

Just make sure he doesn't get tangled up

Because if there's a way, he will find it

Mondo:

General

Tries to be smooth

Is not

Will just grab strands of your hair and twiddle it in between his thumb and forefinger whilst you're having a conversation 

And he'll probably make a knot in the process 

And not even notice

He likes it when you get out of the shower or bath and your hair's wet

He likes how it looks

And if you dry it, he likes to feel it while it's still warm

It's so relaxing for him

He likes to swish strands of your hair back and forth in your face to get your attention 

He likes to nestle his face into the crook of your neck so your hair tickles his face

And he likes to wrap his arms around you, too

Will put his hand on your cheek and slide it up into your hair so he can hold onto it whilst he kisses you

Long

He tries to be cool and twists strands of your hair around his fingers, twirling them

Why that makes him cool, who knows

That is, until it ends up in a tangle and he can’t free his hand without your help

He likes to come up behind you and sweep your hair out of your face so you can see him as he leans over your shoulder 

You usually end up with a kiss being placed on your cheek when that happens

Short 

Loves the feeling of the very ends of your hair on his hands

It’s feels a bit spikey, and he like

Will try to style it into a mohawk 

Does not necessarily succeed

He loves the feeling of the ends of your hair, prickly against his lips when he kisses you on the head

Curly

Pulls it out and let's it spring back into it's curl when he's flirting with you 

For some reason he thinks this is a good move

(It's not)

(Just pretend it is though. Please. For both his sanity and his self-esteem's sake)

Likes to run his hands through your hair so it bounces back up

Even if this ends with his hands trapped in your hair sometimes 

Coily

Please let him put his hands in your hair

Why? Who knows

He just loves the feeling surrounding his hands 

Is for some reason very interested in the way your hair bounces and moves

It's just mesmerizing, yo

Kazuichi:

General

He really likes how it is naturally 

He doesn’t think you need to straighten or curl it or anything like that

But he won’t say anything if you want to do that

He dyes his hair pink. He can’t say shit

He will dye your hair if you let him

A bright colour, of course

If you’re willing to go as far as to match with his pink hair, he’d love it

Because you would look like that odd couple that matches their outfits

But hair!

And pink hair is just great anyway

He would nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, place one hand on your back or your waist, and one hand in your hair

And just be there with you

You get a lot of hugs and cuddles with him

He would love it if you used some kind of scented hair product

He likes being able to inhale and tell you’re with him

(He may or may not have a bottle of your shampoo just so he can smell it)

He fidgets a lot

Including with your hair

He strokes your hair a lot and buries his hands in it

Even if he ends up with his hands tangled 

Which he usually does

Long

Pretty good at braiding/plaiting

If your hair goes down your back, he’ll rest his head just at the base of your neck and embrace you

If you want him to let go, you’ll have to ask him to

He runs his fingers through your hair, and leaves just an inch or two so he can gently tug at it and runs those ends over his hands

It tickles him, just a little

He likes the feeling of it though

Short

Will try to style your hair so it looks like you have horns

(He doesn’t always succeed) 

Or just tries to spike it all up

Because he thinks it looks cool as fuck

And he's right

And it's a bonus that he gets to run his hands all over your hair and feel all the spiky ends

Curly

Doesn’t understand why you can’t just brush your hair like people with straight hair can

He once tried to help you out by brushing it

The brush was caught in your hair 

And it took a long time to get it out

He’s really sorry

He won’t do it again

He just wanted to do something nice for you

And it backfired

As many things do for him

Why can’t he just do one thing right

(Cuddle him after this, please)

Coily

Loves the way your hair feels

Will just rest his hands on it

Or his face on it

If you let him, that is

He's a weird boy

But also the most tender boy when he's not being awkward

He's kind of fascinated in the texture of your hair. He just really loves it 

And it feels so nice to him, whether it's soft or a bit wirey 

Will twirl it between his fingers because he just likes the feeling that much

Oh, and it's attached to you

So that's an added bonus

Fuyuhiko:

General

Gives the best head scratches

Why? No one knows

Just absolutely amazing at giving head scratches

Also head massages

If you like either of those things, he’ll do them fo you whenever you want 

Especially if you want comfort 

Then your head massage will turn into a neck massage 

And in turn a back massage

And he is the best at massaging shampoo into your hair

Just make sure he’s careful about it dripping in your eyes

If you’re sitting down or shorter than him, he’ll walk up to you a place a kiss on top of your head

And then just walk off as if nothing happened

Touchier with you than anyone would think he could ever be

His favourite position to cuddle with you in is one of his hands in your hair and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck

He also gives you head pats it this position 

It makes him feel like he’s doing something nice for you

And he also gets to cuddle you? 

Even better

Long

He pushes your hair back a lot so he can give you little kisses on your jawline and just under your ear

If you're lucky he'll give you accidental butterfly kisses too

He thinks grabbing the end of your hair and giving it a couple of gentle tugs makes him look like a Bad Boy

(It doesn't)

(But it is cute)

Short

He pushes his hand back through his hair sometimes, especially when he's thinking

And he does that with your hair too

Not because he's thinking

He just does it so much it feels like a really natural for him to do it

And he likes the feeling on his hands

Just tickling his palms a little

And he pushes your hair out of your face when he does it

And he likes that

Because he can see your face more easily

And he thinks you’re really pretty

(You think he’s really pretty too)

Curly

Loves your hair

Especially when it’s wet

He likes how you move and swish it when you’re drying it

And how sometimes you accidentally flick drops of water at him

And how it’s still just a little damp when he runs his fingers through it

And even how when your hair springs up from his hands, it still leaves some tendrils wrapped around his fingers

Actually, tangled around his fingers would be more accurate 

Coily

If your hair’s long enough, he’ll grab it all and gather it up like he’s going to put it in a ponytail 

Only to let go and watch how it goes back into its natural position 

He could do this over and over if you’d let him

Why?

He just likes it

The way it looks

The way it feels

And the way you give him an amused look if he does it just one too many times 

Korekiyo:

General

He has long hair himself, so he knows how to take care of hair, unless it’s very different to his

After learning about what people in different cultures use to take care of their hair he’s gathered some products to try

And he’ll let you try any of them too

Because he got them for himself they’re for his hair type but is more than happy for you to use them no matter what yours is, as long as you know what they’re for

He has a lot of conditioning treatments like masks and oils

He loves bathing with you so you can use a hair treatment together 

Especially if you let him apply it, massage it in, and wash it out

He takes a lot of interest in how you do your hair

He likes to watch you style it, even if it’s just brushing it or pulling it out of your face

And he’ll help you style it if you want 

If you do anything special with your hair (use certain products that are a must have, sleep with a silk pillow etc.) he’ll make sure he has everything you need to do those things at his house too, so you don’t need to be running those things back and forth from your place

If you need to be comforted for any reason, his go to is to hold you and gently glide his hand over your hair and down your back

He won’t let just anyone touch his hair so it means a lot to him that you’ll let him touch yours so freely

Long

He likes to brush your hair if you let him, and somehow he never hurts you

He goes very slowly and makes sure he gets every little knot

He likes to help you wash your hair too

It feels very intimate, and he likes helping you with your self care to make you feel pampered and loved

He’s really good at braiding and plaiting hair, so if you ever want him to braid your hair, all you have to do is ask

Honestly? Amazing at hairstyling in general 

And he knows a 100 different ways to keep hair out of your face

Need a hair tie? He has two

And probably a ribbon as well

Short

A lot of the time, when you’re close or cuddling, his hand ends up on your hair

He thinks it’s kind of like caressing your cheek

But less weird if he leaves his hand there for extended periods of time

He like how wisps of your hair feel going through his fingers

And he will give you a head massage if you’re into that

He like to kiss you on the top of your head

He likes the feeling of your hair on his lips

Curly

He knows that sometimes you brush your hair in the shower, and he’d love to help you with that if you’ll let him

As long as he’s not hurting you, of course

Please teach him how you take care of your hair so he can help you

Coily

He would love to learn about how you take care of your hair and how it differs from what he does

He’d watch you style it and try to take in everything 

If he felt confident enough, or you offered to teach him, he’d try to help you style your hair in a way that works for you, even if he needs to put in some effort and time into it

Because it’s worth the effort if he can help you or make you feel loved or beautiful in any way

Kokichi:

General

He’ll probably be a little shit at first

He would start by pulling and tugging on your hair to annoy you

But if he actually hurt you he would get upset and probably cry

He would probably say “it’s a lie!” As soon as you said you were okay

But he still never does it again

He loves ruining your hair

Do not spend much time on your hair you’re going to be spending time with Kokichi 

It will be ruined

Whether on purpose or accidentally 

If you let him shower with you, he would love to shampoo your hair and mould it into funny shapes

Just don’t let him wash it out

He tries, but he’s not the best at keeping the shampoo from getting in your eyes

If your hair smells good he will let you know, and he will sniff it not matter where you are

The only time he really gently plays with your hair is when you’re both relaxing or going to sleep

If your head is on his lap he’d gently twist strands of your hair between his fingers

And if you were laying in bed together he would gently run his hand over your hair, but not run his fingers through it in fear of waking you up

He’s very silly when he’s playing with your hair, but he doesn’t want to hurt you or annoy you (too much)

He’s very sweet, even when he’s messing around 

It all comes from a place of love

Long

He would love to grab the end of all of your hair and throw it up in the air so it goes everywhere 

And he loves to hold it next to his head to see what he’d look like with longer hair

He likes to brush your hair but is really bad at getting knots out

You might have to untangle the brush out of your hair once he stops trying 

Short

Loves ruffling your hair so it sticks up everywhere 

He loves the feeling of short hair, so he kinda just rubs his hand on your head sometimes 

Not like a head massage though 

It’s too fast and rough for that

But he doesn’t hurt you and it’s adorable, so you don’t stop him unless it’s really bothering you

In which case he’ll pout at you but stop anyway

He can bother you in another way if he really wants to

Curly

He’s gotten his fingers trapped in your curls more than once

He’s very bad at getting his hand out

The first time it happened he just panicked and tried to tug it out, and tugged your head in the process

He was really sorry though

Coily

Thinks your hair is the best pillow ever

No matter how long it is

He will put his head directly on top of yours to prove this

Is just generally mesmerised by how your hair sits

And how you style it

If you straighten your hair, he loves washing it for you so he can watch how it goes back into its natural pattern

Will pull strands of your hair out so it’s straight and let it spring back into it’s coil