#not sure if this counts but it gives serotonin so here <3<3<3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lveclouds · 1 year ago

Text

↬ paring/characters: model! kwon soonyoung x biology major reader, other members may be mentioned/make appearances

↬ genre/aus: heavy fluff, minimal angst (like seriously you’ll blink and then it’s gone), slight college/university au, established relationship, song au, non idol au, long distance relationship

↬ summary: in which, whenever you’re with soonyoung, time seems to stop in its tracks.

↬ ratings(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol/mild consumption (reader and hoshi get a bit tipsy), mentions of school related stress (very brief), the members are quite literally reader’s support system in this fic <3, mentions/description of a past relationship/ex, mentions of cheating (not between hoshi and reader)

↬ wc: 3k

↬ note: hello loves! so, like a lot of my fics lately, the idea for it was yet another spur of the moment thing. the title of this fic comes from the song ‘7pm’ by bss (ft. peder elias), which is such a cute and soft song and it honestly makes my heart warm anytime i listen to it <3 its an instant serotonin booster. this song is also perfect for a late night drive or when the sun is starting to set. i highly recommend listening to this song while reading this :) also this fic is incredibiy cheesy/clichè, you’ve been warned <3

if anyone had told you that college was going to be easy, you would’ve laughed in their face. no, college was anything but easy, with an overwhelming amount of assignments, emails, and deadlines, it was enough for any person to go insane. though, you supposed it wasn’t all too bad, as you had a solid support system in the form of kwon soonyoung, your boyfriend of three years.

and, when he wasn’t around, your support system came in the form of twelve loud and chaotic guys that you adored dearly. you’d met choi seungcheol, kim mingyu, vernon, joshua, jun, minghao, seungkwan, dokyeom, woozi, wonwoo, chan, and, jeonghan during freshman orientation, and had it hit off fairly quickly with them, bonding over your favorite movies and music.

they were also fiercely protective of you, especially after some asshole you’d dated your sophomore year had cheated on you with some random girl he’d run into at a bar. they had all been beyond pissed when you’d showed up to their apartment, eyes red-rimmed from crying and tears staining your cheeks.

“give me that asshole’s address right now, so i can beat the shit out of him.” seungcheol had raged, pacing around their living room, the vein on his neck prominent. mingyu was not much better, mumbling expletives under his breath, jaw clenched so tightly you’d thought it hurt. seungkwan, minghao, and jun offered to slash his tires. “we would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that the tires of that shitty car he drives got slashed.”

the others had voiced their agreement, threatening to make your ex’s life a living hell due to the way he had treated you. as much as you were happy that your friends really,truly, cared about you, you wouldn’t be able to stomach it if they got hurt or injured for your sake.

“i appreciate it, guys, i really do, but i would never be able to forgive myself if any of you idiots got arrested or hurt because of me. besides, that asshole can rot in hell for all i care.” after that, they had all given you the best group hug ever, and all thoughts of your pathetic ex vanished.

soonyoung was an up and coming model, and was usually out of the country for weeks at a time, months, even. he was always traveling for a photoshoot or to attend a fashion show. but, on the rare times that he was home, he would always make sure to spend all of his time with you. “i’m almost never here, and being away from you physically hurts, so, on the off chance that i am home, i have to make every moment count.” he had said during a late night trip to the convenience store.

of course, you always missed sooyoung whenever he wasn’t around, but college and your friends kept you busy and distracted. for instance, wonwoo would take you to a local bookstore and you would bond over a love of classics and romance novels, spending hours upon hours browsing their selection. seungkwan, chan, and jeonghan would treat you to korean barbeque after a long day of classes, and, if you weren’t too exhausted, a karaoke session was never too far behind.

your friends were always there to comfort and distract you whenever soonyoung was gone, and for that, you were forever grateful. wallowing and sulking around in your dorm room was something that your boyfriend would highly disapprove of. thus, you tried to always go out and keep yourself occupied, even if it was something as simple as buying groceries.

this time, though, soonyoung was finally home for more than a few weeks, and you were over the moon. college became even more bearable, knowing that he wasn’t in some foreign country, a million miles away. your classes ran until late in the evening at times, and you would always tell soonyoung not to wait up for you if he was tired, but he always did.

this evening had been no exception. your lab class had ran late yet again, and by the time you stumbled tiredly out of the science building, you were about ready to collapse. soonyoung had been waiting for you outside, resplendent even in a loose, white button down thrown over a black shirt, loose, light blue jeans, and black sneakers, raven hair adorably mussed.

“hi love!” he had said in lieu of greeting, amber eyes practically lighting up. immediately, any exhaustation you had melted away, replaced with renewed energy. soonyoung had that effect on you, you supposed. “hi.” you murmured softly, heart warming as he took you into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his body.

you had all but melted into the warmth and solidness of him, breathing in his cedar and musk scent that was almost comforting. you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair, and you let out a sigh of content, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. “long day?” you nodded. “mmm, my lab class ran late again.”

“i know you’re exhausted, and the last thing you probably want to do is to be out right now, but i was thinking we could go for a walk along the han river? we don’t have to if you you’re not up for it, just say the word and we’ll go to your dorm, no questions asked.” your heart warmed at this, soonyoung always took your feelings into consideration, which was something your past partner had never done.

you shook your head. “i was exhausted at first, but honestly, the last thing i want to do is go back to my dorm.” soonyoung pulled back, but kept his arms around you, concern furrowing his brow. “are you sure?” he asked gently. “i’m sure. besides, a late night walk with you sounds romantic.” at that, your boyfriend rolled his eyes fondly. “of course it does.”

and so here you were, walking hand in hand with soonyoung, admiring how the moonlight cast silver shadows onto the smooth surface of the han river, letting the cool night breeze wash over you. it was peaceful and serene, even with the faint rumbles of car engines and light chatter filling the air.

the streelamps cast golden shadows onto the smooth, concrete surface of the bridge you were walking on, adding even more to the tranquil atmosphere. a comfortable silence settled around you, and any feelings of stress or exhaustation you had had earlier completely vanished. they always seemed to, at least, whenever you were with soonyoung.

“how have you been?” he asked after a while, the pad of his thumb making gentle circles on the back of your hand. “i’m doing okay, jeonghan and the others have been keeping me company when i’m not drowning in my coursework.” you joked, and immediately regretted it upon seeing the frown marring your boyfriend’s features. “i’m fine, love, i promise.” you reassured him, leaning up to press a soft kiss on his cheek, which lessened the tension in his shoulders a bit. “are you eating enough? are you taking care of yourself while i’m gone?”

your heart ached at how worried he sounded. “i am, i promise, love. mingyu made me three weeks worth of food yesterday and dropped it off, insisting that he would never let a friend of his starve.” at that, soonyoung’s expression softened, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. “sounds like him.”

“are you sure you’re okay, though?” you nodded. “positive.” sooyoung exhaled softly, the sound more resigned than anything. “ok, i trust you, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” “i know.” your boyfriend smiled, a real one this time, eyes crinkling at the corners. “good.”

as you continued your walk, soonyoung chatted excitedly about the various cities he’d visited while modeling, even pulling out his phone at times to show you pictures of gorgeous landscapes and architecture, amber eyes lighting up like a kid at a candy store, the sight incredibly endearing.

the late evening air was cool and crisp, a gentle gust of wind whispering through the trees and lifting your hair, brushing at your cheeks. these were the moments with soonyoung that you treasured the most, when it was just you and him, and you could forget about all the stress and worries in your life.

and, as clichè as it was, time seemed to stand still whenever you were with soonyoung, and you could just focus on being with him, and nothing else mattered. “seungcheol hyung’s been telling me that one of your professors is giving you a hard time.” soonyoung was saying, snapping you out of your trance.

you silently vowed to strangle your friend later for snitching. “he is, but it’s nothing i can’t handle.” the professor in question taught your biochem class, and was notorious for slamming his students with tight deadlines and hashed terrible grades out as if they were playing cards. your boyfriend chuckled softly, squeezing your hand gently.

“ok, as long as you’re sure you don’t need me to beat his ass.” you snorted, nudging your boyfriend’s ribs gently with your elbow. “soonyoung, i love you, but you don’t have a violent bone in your body.” said male huffed. “i do.” “ok, ok, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

he gave you a half-hearted glare, and you couldn’t help the amused laugh that spilled from your lips. “i appreciate you wanting to defend me, love, but we all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “whatever.” he mumbled, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout, and you giggled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek. “it’s okay, i still love you regardless.” color rose to your boyfriend’s cheeks, staining them pink, and you fought the urge to coo at the sight.

you and soonyoung made your way down the bridge, occasionally stopping to steal kisses and take photos, laughing at the goofy faces you made in some of them. you felt lighter than you had in weeks, glad to finally be able to let all your worries melt away, and just enjoy your boyfriend’s company.

after a while, you finally admitted to your boyfriend that you were a bit hungry, as you hadn’t eaten since your lab started, which, as you expected, didn’t go over too well with him. “love, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked, worry evident in his tone as he dragged you over to the nearest convenience store.

“i-i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes. you hated making him worry and fuss over you, as it immediately made you feel guilty. suddenly, soonyoung stopped in his tracks, and before you could say anything else, you were wrapped in a warm and strong embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders in a bear hug.

you curled your arms around soonyoung’s back, pressing your hands into his shoulder blades, breathing in his familiar cedar and musk scent. soonyoung drew soothing circles on your back, and you felt him tuck your head underneath his chin. and, after weeks and weeks of bottling up your emotions, you finally let go, sobbing into the crook of soonyoung’s neck, clinging on to him like a lifeline.

“i’m sorry,” you croaked, voice hoarse from crying, hastily wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “i didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” your boyfriend scoffed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, but keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grip gentle but firm. “don’t apologize, love. and you didn’t ruin anything. i would rather you be honest with me than keep everything to yourself. you’re never a burden to me, love. ever.”

god, you really didn’t deserve this wonderful, selfless, and caring man, not for one second. you let out a hoarse laugh, heart warming as your boyfriend wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, amber eyes soft. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, and soonyoung shook his head. “it’s the other way around, love.”

“can we please go get food now? i’m starving.” he laughed, the light in his eyes returning. “of course, love.” minutes later, you sat on a park bench alongside your boyfriend, practically inhaling a bowl of delicious, spicy ramen, vegetable kimbap, and downing a can of your favorite beer. the skyscrapers looked like tiny, glittering beacons of light from where you sat, casting shadows onto the tranquil surface of the river.

“i’m glad we did this.” you said through a mouthful of kimbap, and soonyoung gave a noncommittal grunt in agreement, downing the rest of his beer, cheeks slightly flushed red. “thank you for letting me take you here, i didn’t want to force you, especially since you looked so drained from your lab today.”

“you didn’t force me at all. besides, this is a nice distraction from all of the coursework waiting for me.” you murmured, finishing off the rest of your kimbap, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “oh,” soonyoung said, worry marring his features, “did you have something due tonight?” you shook your head, giving your boyfriend what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “no, don’t worry, the assignment’s due tomorrow. so, it can wait.”

soonyoung’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “ok, good.” you let out a soft sigh of content, downing the rest of your beer and throwing it into the trash can next to you. then, you scooted closer to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you smiled, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

a comfortable silence settled over you, and you closed your eyes, a wave of peace washing over you. “going to close my eyes, just for a few minutes.” you mumbled, speech slurring a bit, and were vaguely aware of a pair of lips on your forehead before sleep took over.

when you woke up, you were in a large, cozy bed, wrapped up in the warm, white sheets. the moonlight streamed in through the massive windows, bathing the room in silver. soonyoung was passed out next to you, chest rising up and down peacefully, dark hair adorably mussed, an arm wrapped securely around your waist.

you smiled, and shifted so you were facing him, reaching out and brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead, causing him to stir a bit, eyes blinking open slowly. “love?” he whispered, voice heavy with sleep, and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “did i wake you?”

soonyoung shook his head, and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him, burying your face in the soft cotton of his shirt, letting out a content sigh. “you know, i’ve never actually said this, but, time seems to stop whenever i’m with you.” you mumbled into his shirt, glad for the darkness of the room so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face.

soonyoung chuckled, carding a hand through your hair gently. “you’re so cute, so adorable.” he cooed, and you swatted at his chest playfully. “s-shut up.” “forget what i said.” “no can do love, once it’s out in the world, you can’t take it back. “if you tell mingyu or any of my friends about this, i will skin you alive.” “noted.”

“c-can you sing me to sleep? i know that’s really cheesy, but-” “of course love, anything.” soonyoung said immediately, cutting you off abruptly. “any particular one in mind?” “no, surprise me.” you all but melted in your boyfriend’s arms, relishing in the warmth and familiarity of him, his comforting scent wrapping around you.

a beat of silence, a deep breath, and then soonyoung began to sing. “meet on han river at 7pm, you and i must meet before the moon comes, our answer is right in front of our eyes. After a long, long, day, the two of us meet. one drink for a day tired of jokes, the night comes too soon. stop the time, be here with me.” his voice was soft yet melodic, and you allowed yourself a content smile before drifting off, letting your boyfriend’s soothing voice lull you to sleep.

a/n: god im so lonely :’) anyways yeah that was the cheesiest shit i’ve ever written, i hope you guys liked it lmao <3 i just felt like writing something soft and cute you know :(( like yeah where can i get a hoshi pls and thank you <3 but in all seriousness, though, i hope this fic brings you some sort of comfort and makes you smile! this was also my first hoshi fic :)

tagging: @skyjoong , @playmetheclassics, @hong-jisoo , @taeyo95 , @shuadotcom + anyone else who wants to read this <3 !

#mine #seventeen fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #fic: 7pm

65 notes · View notes

dimplesandfierceeyes · 1 year ago

Text

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

Another tag game I finally managed to get to! Thank you to @tiistirtipii, @dudeyuri, @feralmuskyscentedhoepran, @softpran, @dancing-out-in-space, and of course, @fiercynn for tagging me in this one!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Hello, I’m Kayla! I’m, as probably noticeable by my spelling, not American haha. Yeah I guess that’s it. I’ve never been good at talking about myself.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched it from the start, but somewhere around episode 3 I started actively looking into the fandom and by the end of ep4 I was already in a discord group and writing my first fanfiction. The rest, as they say, is history XD

favourite ship(s)

I am a PatPran, InkPa enthusiast although I did also like the LouisSafe idea which is why i wrote a whole fic about them haha

favourite character(s)

Beyond Pat and Pran, Pa, Korn and Ink will always be in my heart

favourite episode(s)

As much as I love episode 5, episode 3 is probably the episode I’ve watched the most haha I just love watching Pran coming out of his shell (even if he does get crushed in the very next episode T-T)

favourite scene(s)

The Rooftop comes in at number 1 every time, but also the fight in front of the apartment block just before it, the bus stop scene and guitar scene in ep3, the balcony scene in ep8, the bedroom scene in ep9, so many scenes in ep11, and everything after Pran turns up at the apartment in ep12. Serotonin factories every one.

one thing you would change about the show if you could

I’d have liked Pat’s anger in episode 7 to have been dealt with a bit more definitely but they pulled it back by giving it proper consideration in episode 11. Honestly I would have also loved more flashbacks to their pre-transfer era as well as a little more on Icy Pat, but I understand why we didn’t get them.

what are your some of your favourite fanworks made by other people?

This is a difficult one for me! So I actually did a list of my favourite bad buddy edits here and also fanfics here and here plus I’m pretty sure I did another, but can I find them? No. So I’m gonna add to this by saying also anything by @miscellar (aworkingprinter on AO3).

(if you create fanworks) what are your favourite fanworks that you’ve made?

Some of my own favourites? Well, that’s trickier haha! Probably A Fine Line Between Hormones and Home, The Space Pirate and the Officer of the Law and, just because it was my first fanfic in the fandom, He’s No Romeo.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine always makes me think of pining Pran, Heather by Conan Gray also gives huge Pran in episode 4/5 vibes. Alas I can’t think of one that screams Pat though I know I have thought that about songs before. No doubt I’ll be listening to a playlist tomorrow and be like “oh yeah, this one!”

idk anything else you want us to know?

So out of the 494,256 words I’ve written on AO3 over an 11 year period, 426,682 of them were written in the last 3 years and all for the Bad Buddy fandom. If that doesn’t encapsulate both my obsession and love of this show, I don’t know what does haha

Now who to tag?! I can't tag everyone so going with people I'm not sure if I've seen do this yet, though no pressure for anyone! @lurkingteapot @galauvant @snimeat @loveongsa

#tag game #this was fun thank you!

15 notes · View notes

fitgothgirl · 1 year ago

Text

absolutely wrecked from almost zero sleep last night - i forgot to take a trazodone before bed because we had come back from the concert kinda late and i was inebriated... i should've just taken it when i woke up an hour and a half after going to bed, but I didn't realize it was going to be that bad. i should've known since i also had alcohol in my system. my body is so achy and sore from tossing and turning, especially my legs/hips and my back. it's after 9pm now though and i have sleep to catch up on as well so i think it's at the point where going to bed is acceptable lol. i've just been counting down the minutes since this afternoon.

i think i'm going to try taking just 100mg of my wellbutrin tomorrow instead of 200mg... it doesn't work on serotonin so i don't think i'd withdrawal the same/as badly. i don't know though, it still affects other things of course, so that's why i'll still do a half dose and see how i feel. the last couple weeks i don't feel like it's been giving me the same umph i was getting the first two months or so. so if it's just keeping me awake at night and not really helping me elsewhere, then i may as well start weaning before seeing my doctor. cuz i'm definitely not open to increasing the dosage with this insomnia lol. i still need to call to move up my psychiatrist appointment from the end of October if possible; i don't want to wait that long because this is just not sustainable and it's starting to interfere with my physical health and the progress i'm making with fitness as well as my mental health. but if i have problems lowering the wellbutrin i'll just stick with my dose until i see him and make sure i take my trazodone...

i say it's interfering with my fitness progress because i've been going to the gym 3-4 times a week consistently for about 10 weeks. i haven't been sharing my hevy workouts here lately though, i keep meaning to but just put it off and forget. but things are actually going really well there! but for example, i was planning to go to the gym today, but it ended up needing to be a very minimal day... going to urgent care for antibiotics for my UTI wiped me out by itself. i’m also lazy about my diet and logging food when I feel like this. i just feel so weak doing basic activities of daily living...

goodnight!

#apparently lately i haven’t been feeling like capitalizing words #mine #insomnia #wellbutrin #bupropion

3 notes · View notes

drvitaltips · 8 months ago

Text

Beyond Salads & Smoothies: Discover the Astonishing Ways Food Can Uplift Your Mood

We all know the feeling of a comforting meal, the joy of a delicious treat, or the sluggishness that comes from too much junk food. But what if the power of food reaches far beyond fleeting sensations? Modern science unveils a deep connection between what you eat and how you feel. Your meals and snacks can become tools to boost your mood, fight stress, and enhance your overall well-being. Let's dive into the fascinating world of mood-boosting nutrition!

The Brain-Food Connection: It's All About Chemistry Think of your amazing brain as a super busy city, always buzzing with activity. Messages are constantly zooming around, keeping everything running smoothly. But did you know that what you eat has a huge impact on all this communication? Your food is like the building supplies for those important messages – the things called neurotransmitters. They're in charge of your mood, your energy, how well you focus, and even how you handle tough situations. If you aren't getting the right nutrition, your brain definitely notices! What exactly are neurotransmitters? - Little chemical messengers that transmit signals throughout your brain and body. - They influence a ton of things, including how you feel, how well you sleep, and even how clearly you think. How does food affect these messengers? - Neurotransmitters are made from the nutrients in your food. - Want to feel alert and focused? You need foods that help make dopamine! - Feeling down or stressed? Your body might need the right foods to create calming serotonin. Fact: Some foods have even been nicknamed "brain food" because they can be so beneficial! Think things like fatty fish, blueberries, nuts, and leafy greens.

Mood-Boosting Superstars: Fill Your Plate with These Gems

Want your brain working its best? What you eat matters way more than you might think! Here's the lowdown on some tasty and powerful foods: 1. Whole Grains: The Steady Brain Fuel - Think of whole grains (like brown rice, oats, and whole-wheat bread) as your brain's long-lasting energy bar. - They keep your blood sugar steady, so you avoid those foggy dips after a sugary snack attack. 2. Omega-3s: The Super Fats - Found in yummy stuff like salmon, walnuts, and flaxseeds. - These aren't just good for your heart, they help your brain shine bright. - Studies hint that omega-3s might even protect against feeling down and make you feel more upbeat overall. 3. Magnesium: Your Natural Chill Pill - This mineral helps calm you down and even helps you sleep well. - Fill up on leafy greens, pumpkin seeds, almonds, and yes, even a little dark chocolate! 4. Fermented Foods: Your Gut's Happy Helpers - Sauerkraut, yogurt (the kind with live cultures), and kimchi are more than just tasty! - They help keep your gut bacteria balanced. Why does this matter to your brain? Scientists are finding out that your gut and brain are constantly chatting, and a healthy gut might mean a happier mood. 5. Protein: The Mood-Booster - Protein gives your body what it needs to make those important neurotransmitters that keep your moods stable. - Get your protein from lots of places: chicken, fish, beans, lentils, tofu, eggs... mix it up! Fact: Did you know your brain gobbles up roughly 20% of the calories you eat? So, making those calories count is smart! Watch Out! Hidden Mood Saboteurs Lurk in Your Pantry We all know that eating well makes us feel better overall, but some foods and drinks seem designed to sabotage your good mood! Here are the worst offenders: 1. Sneaky Sugar Monster - Sugar gives a quick high, but what goes up must come down... and the crash is rough. This roller coaster messes with your energy levels and focus, making you cranky and tired. - Sugar is a master of disguise! Learn to spot its aliases on food labels: corn syrup, cane sugar, fructose... there are dozens! 2. Processed Foods Posse - Sure, those chips, microwave meals, and packaged snacks are super convenient, but... your brain deserves better! - They're usually low in the good stuff your brain needs, and loaded with unhealthy fats, way too much salt, and icky additives. - Over time, eating lots of junk food makes you feel blah physically and mentally. 3. The Caffeine Fiend - Look, we all love a good cup of coffee (or tea!) to get going. But too much caffeine can be bad news. - It can seriously ramp up your anxiety and make it hard to sleep well, which takes a BIG toll on your mood. - Pay attention to how caffeine affects you. Maybe cut back on that afternoon soda or switch to decaf. Mood-Boosting Swaps Try these alternatives to classic mood-killers: Mood SaboteurTasty UpgradeSugary granola barsHomemade trail mix with nuts, seeds, and a little dried fruitFlavored yogurtPlain yogurt + fresh berries and a drizzle of honeySugary soda or juiceSparkling water with a splash of real fruit juiceLate-night coffeeHerbal tea or warm milk Fact: Your gut bacteria might be influencing your mood! Eating whole, unprocessed foods helps those good bacteria thrive. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMjreZH1bzU&pp=ygU2U2FsYWRzICYgU21vb3RoaWVzOiBEaXNjb3ZlciB0aGUgQXN0b25pc2hpbmcgV2F5cyBGb29k From Knowledge to Action: Practical Tips for a Mood-Boosting Diet It's not just WHAT you eat, but HOW you approach it that makes a big difference. Try these tips to turn mood-boosting nutrition into a reality: - Plan It Out - Feeling hangry (hungry + angry) is real! It makes those tempting junk food choices way too easy. - Even a super-basic weekly meal plan will save your sanity. Stock up on healthy stuff, and always have easy snacks ready (think nuts, fruit, or yogurt). - Small Changes, Big Wins! - Crash diets rarely work and can make you miserable. Instead, make small, doable changes over time. - Think about adding stuff to your diet, not just taking away. Maybe this week you try a new veggie or swap soda for sparkling water a few times. - Tune In While You Eat - Slow down and really notice your food! How does it look, smell, and taste? - This helps you avoid mindless overeating and actually enjoy your meals more. - Listen to Your Gut - Literally! Notice how different foods make you feel – energized? Bloated? Sleepy? - We're all a bit different, so what's amazing for your friend might not be for you. Pay attention and learn what makes YOU feel your best. - Water is a Wonder-Drink - Being even slightly dehydrated makes you tired, cranky, and foggy-headed. - Fill a big water bottle each morning and sip throughout the day. You might be surprised how much better you feel! FAQs: Your Questions Answered - Are there any magical foods for instant mood improvement? While no one food is a cure-all, dark chocolate releases pleasurable endorphins and berries contain antioxidants with potential mood benefits. - How long does it take to notice the effects of diet? Some positive effects can be felt within hours or days, while others take longer. Think of it as building a strong foundation for overall well-being. - Does this mean I should never indulge in a treat? Absolutely not! A balanced mindset is key. Enjoy your favorite foods occasionally, with mindfulness, rather than feeling guilt. Reclaim the Power of Your Plate Food is essential for physical survival, but its impact goes far deeper. By prioritizing ingredients that support a healthy brain, you set the stage for a happier, more resilient, and focused you. So take this newfound knowledge and start exploring. View your grocery cart as a toolkit for well-being, and let each delicious bite bring you one step closer to feeling your best! What's one positive change you'll make to your diet this week? Let's inspire each other! Share your ideas in the comments below. Disclaimer: The information provided on this website is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article

0 notes

ragnarachael · 2 years ago

Text

You Say It’s Enough (In Fact It’s Too Much)

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: a nice, even 4.9k

Summary: There was one thing Eddie Munson had learned once he started to date you: you were practically raised on the band Queen. He really liked that he had someone to spar with intellectually about music, yes, but somehow, some way, Queen was always brought into the equation. One day, after the two of you had a fun little go in his van, you made an off-handed comment about how you two had fucked to one of his favorite albums, so why not one of yours?

And, well. That's how you got here, face pressed into the mattress as Queen's News Of The World album plays as a back track.

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), orgasm delay/denial, orgasm control, fingering, brief p in v (literally for a few seconds and then IT’S GONE), soft little in between moments <333333

Notes: ok look. this started off as seeing eddie munson everywhere. i didn’t even see the season when i started this. THEN I sat down, watched the entire season in one sitting and now i’m depressed and wanted to finish this for serotonin. and i smashed my almost year long queen obsession in with it. so. ENJOY MY EROTICA <3

F E E D B A C K! | A O 3 L I N K! | T A G L I S T L I N K

You were thankful your parents were out of town on a business trip for the week because you’re more than sure the sound of Queen’s News Of The World album isn’t drowning out any of your moans as your face is pressed deep, deep into your mattress while your boyfriend practically makes out with your pussy, having rolled you over to sit on his face. His fingers that are adorned with those stupid clunky rings seem to brush your clit at every frantic thrust he delivers in time with the rhythm of track six, Fight From The Inside. You can hear the faint clacking of the metal at certain thrusts his fingers twist to give you.

Eddie’s clearly not planning on slowing or stopping with his little game he’s got going as his mouth stops sucking and tracing your folds, as well as the three fingers inside you come to a stop for a third time. It’s extremely effective, making you sob loudly into the mattress, begging to have some fucking form of release.

You feel Eddie’s free hand rub along the curve of your thigh in a way of comfort as he lets you come down from the high you’d been chasing currently.

“You alright, sweetheart? Sounds like three’s a lot,” Eddie asks, breath fanning over your drooling pussy as you try to pull your face from your damp sheets due to his tone of concern he has for you. You can practically hear his smile when you let out a loud groan, hips twitching to have his fingers shift inside you just a bit deeper. “Easy, finale’s comin’ soon, don’t you worry.”

You’re slightly confused as to what Eddie means by finale. You’re too drunk on arousal and pleasure to think into it as the ending of the song fills your room; Roger Taylor’s falsetto making your ears ring as you moan brokenly—maybe even almost in key with the recording, which would make a personal dream of yours come true—all while Eddie’s fingers are leaving your pussy with a noise that you can barely hear over the everything going on all at once. All you’re properly aware of is that you’re empty, readily pushing your bottom half out more to your boyfriend in a silent plea to bring his fingers back to where you need them most as he shifts around from underneath you. Eddie’s shoulders are gone from either side of your kneecaps, and your bed dips under his full weight before he’s shuffling around your bedroom.

Once the song is over, you start to realize what Eddie could have possibly meant by finale.

Suddenly, his hands are at your hips and breaking you from your thoughts, the tip of his hard cock gliding effortlessly through your puffy, aching cunt just as an all too familiar bass line starts to reverberate in your bedroom as the head catches on the rim of your weeping, stretched open hole.

Get Down, Make Love.

“Oh, fuck,” you wail loud and breathy along with the guitar in the song, twisting the upper half of your body so you can watch Eddie as he smirks at you evilly, slowly pressing into your molten core. “You’re fucking evil.”

Eddie’s slow the whole time. It’s driving you insane, you wish you had the energy to chew him out for it as you both watch how slow his hips are. You two normally go fast and hard—this had been a change. Granted, he was delaying your orgasms. That’s probably why he was going so slow.

That, and also so you can feel just how he stretches you out. Times like these make for great moments to throw in some dirty talk, but he already talked himself up during the beginning of this sexual nightmare.

“What my girl asks for,” Eddie starts once he finally has his cock seated completely inside of you. You could feel how deep he was, just how thick. You were close to being fucking rabid, just having him seated balls deep inside of your cunt like this.

He takes a moment to savor how your cunt wraps around his cock so tight in this position before leaning over your bare back to finish speaking, “she gets. Whine about how you haven’t gotten to get fucked to Queen before? Oh, well now..”

Your breath hitches when you feel Eddie’s calloused fingers swirl your clit for a few moments almost as if he’s the one playing the guitar and tugging the strings to make that first wailing noise again.

Except you’re the guitar, and you’re already high-strung enough to be screaming for him to fuck you into the next deepest pit of hell.

“Pl-Please, Ed,” you beg, feeling how tight his grip on your hips are. He’s wanting to plow you into the mattress, you can feel him twitching inside of you and holding back as he slowly slides out of your sopping cunt only to deliver two deep, hard thrusts in time with the infamous bass line you basically grew up listening to whenever you visited your extended family in London.

Eddie shushes you gently, his less ring heavy hand trailing up your spine to gently grip the back of your neck once you readjust your head to be pressing into the mattress again.

He’s been doing this to every song since the third track of the fucking album, both with his fingers and now his cock. Fucking teasing you in time with the tempos, or whatever had a pattern to his ears. Sheer Heart Attack, the track in question that had started this all, was where he made you cum once with no stimulation whatsoever to make you crave more before edging you twice.

The two tracks after that, All Dead, All Dead and Spread Your Wings, he took it easy on you. Lavished your body with kisses, just overall being gentle—until the end of Spread Your Wings, where during the solo he sang proudly, oh baby, spread your legs and thighs away! as an invite to start eating you out before he turned the two of you over so you were hovering over his face just in time for Fight From The Inside earlier.

You loved Eddie Munson, truly, but the fact that the memories you’ll have for this album will be taken over with how good and thorough you’d been fucked at the hands of your merciless boyfriend is going to kill you when you visit your uncle in the summer for your birthday.

You’re trying not to think too hard about how he’s following the rhythm he’s created, and you’re so far off into being sure you don’t let yourself cum by thinking about anything and possibly everything again that you realize Eddie is already pulling out of you just at the end of the song to carefully guide you over onto your back.

“Hey, baby,” he greets softly, hearing your quiet whimper of how empty you feel again, large hands cupping either side of your face. “How’re we feelin’?”

Sleeping On The Sidewalk crackles to life through your record player’s speakers as you try to find words to reply with, grounding yourself with the feeling of his rings against your cheeks. “Good, green.”

Eddie smiles fondly down at you and presses a kiss to your slightly damp lips. Moaning and shoving your face into the sheets below you really do a number, both to you and the sheets. You’re shocked drool isn’t smeared across your chin right now. You try to go and deepen the kiss, but Eddie is sure to pull away so he can let you take a proper breather.

“Wait,” you mutter, just realizing what song is playing as a shaky hand moves to grip at one of his wrists to try and communicate you want his hands to stay on your face. Your eyes move into a squint to glare at your boyfriend. “You’re an asshole.”

Eddie gasps, just to amuse you a bit further to ignore how he’s left you hanging for what feels like the billionth time alone tonight.

“What! What did I do?” He asks, still grinning like a dope as he lets the hand that isn’t being held at the wrist to glide over the curves of your wired body gently to try and cool you down. “I’m not doin’ anything.”

“You didn’t wanna fuck me while this song plays. Because you know I have a thing for Brian May.” You pout to punctuate just how rude he’s being. To be frank, even if you’ve fantasized late at night that you were getting nailed by a certain guitarist to his own song—your boyfriend nailing you would be just as good, if not better.

You realize that if Eddie could somehow hear your thoughts, he would either kill you, or Brian May himself. It honestly makes you start to laugh a bit.

Eddie snorts, starting to giggle with you as his hand on your cheek shifts slightly to cup your jaw slightly so his thumb could trace your protruding bottom lip, his free hand coming to a halt and stopping just under your left breast and stroking the curve of it. “Yes, and no. You’re getting a breather for this song and the next.”

You raise a brow, both of your giggles going away while you trace your thumb along one of the prominent tendons in Eddie’s wrist while you fight the urge to take his thumb between your lips. “And the Brian May comment?”

“Well,” Eddie starts, eyes flicking at your lips and his thumb before he’s moving his hand lower to cup your neck. “Let’s just say there are better guitarist’s out there.”

“Thought this was supposed to be a breather, not gearing me up to prove that you’re wrong.” You huff, fully leaning into his touch while his other hand moves to fully envelop your tit and knead the flesh. “Playing with my tits won’t make me back down either. You’ll just have to shut me up with that cock of yours.”

Eddie smirks at your tone, suddenly leaning his face down to lick between his fingers where your nipple is protruding out from. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. I’m already having a hell of a time not working you to exhaustion tonight, and honestly that last song didn’t help.”

You let out a loud whine. His voice makes your skin hum a bit more than a moment ago, and you throw your head back into the pillows behind you before getting your rebuttal ready, hands starting to bury themselves back into the sheets again to prepare for Eddie’s own form of torture.

“Get Down, Make Love is supposed to have that affect. I thought you were gonna make me cum to that, Munson.”

You can’t dial back how needy your voice sounds. You’re desperate for release at this point.

“Not until the end of the album, baby,” Eddie sing-songs, lapping at your nipple just to give you some stimulation to fixate on. His other hand is starting to travel lower now to your neglected breast. “I plan to have you high strung for the full 40 minute run time this album has.”

You want to snap back that it’s actually 39 minutes, perhaps he should do proper research—but you don’t have it in you to torch him with your words when he’s starting to kiss and lick and suck your chest the way he is through the current song—you have to be at the middle of it, you’re sure you are. The guitar solo in this song particular is closer to the end.

You’re whimpering, really. It’s a bit pathetic when you zone in what Eddie is doing to your tits just so you can get your brain off of Brian May, and the impending argument you now have on your hands about guitarists and their techniques again. Your hips are bucking up and knocking against his abdomen, and it’s now you realized how he’s adjusted his body that’s hovering above you so he’s sure his cock isn’t going to brush against your pussy as your hips move.

Part of you wants to desperately put your hands on his body again, but he’s moving around so much you’re not quite sure if you should.

“Eddie!” You whine, high and needy as he bites and sucks just under one of your breasts he hasn’t detached from. You feel him hum against your skin but you don’t take the time of day to reply to it, opting for deep breaths to try and reign in both your annoyance of your boyfriend and your begging. Eddie isn’t deserving of it unless he gets his cock back in you.

Who Needs You starts to ring through the speakers, and this is when you finally relate to this song for the first time in your time listening to it. Eddie is starting to leave scattered bites all over your chest—low enough to keep wearing low cut tops you love so your parents don’t kick your ass, but if you looked hard enough you may just find some faint discoloration.

“T-Two songs left, Munson,” you pant out, not realizing how worked up you could get from Eddie’s mouth in other places. “Y’gonna make it worth my time?”

He pulls off of your chest with a slight pop, brown eyes looking up at you as if you’ve just rolled a successful kill in a campaign. “Is that a joke or a challenge?”

“Well, the last two songs aren’t really peppy—“

“Yeah, and? Who said I wasn’t gonna give it to you slow?” Eddie scoffs playfully, breath puffing at your newly sensitive skin. “It sounds like you really have no faith in me, sweetheart. That hurts.”

“You know what hurts, Eds?” You say, trying to sound coy and alluring—really trying to sell it so you could fucking orgasm. “Not being allowed to cum on your boyfriends big, thick cock.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to properly hover over your body again, making sure his face is level with yours. Your noses were close to touching as he starts to coo down at you. You should have felt humiliated probably, but genuinely you just felt more turned on as you tilted your head to where your lips would brush Eddie’s when he spoke.

“Aw, poor little baby. Craving some good dick and getting all huffy when she’s asked for this.”

“I asked—“

“You asked to be fucked to one of your favorite albums, sweet thing. I’m doin’ exactly what you asked for. I want you nice and fucked out by the time Freddie Mercury’s voice has faded and the record has stopped completely. Which is a total of 40 minutes.”

“39, actually,” you whisper, lips brushing Eddie’s just a bit more before he’s letting out a soft huff of a laugh and finally connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. If Eddie’s gearing up to try and comment on your nitpicking, you’ll try and find a small retort when he isn’t kissing the life out of you currently.

You can still taste yourself on his lips slightly, and that makes your head blur further and igniting your need to feel actual pleasure and follow through the wave of orgasm. Eddie licks past your open lips when you let out a breathy gasp. You swipe your tongue against his before he’s starting to pull away and nip at your bottom lip.

“You’re so picky,” Eddie teases quietly, chuckling before you’re giggling lightly with him, your hands finally moving to be placed on his bare sides. “I should have never chose this album from the list you gave me.”

“Why?” You pout, suddenly getting defensive. “It’s a good album, got two good solos for Roger and Brian.”

“Exactly,” Eddie snorted. “Your wet dream celebrities, all while I’m fucking you.”

“If you had chosen Hot Space it would probably be just as bad.”

Eddie groaned loudly, shoving his face in between your shoulder and your neck, mumbling loudly. “Not the shitty funk album.”

You laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatics as Who Needs You starts to fade out into It’s Late.

“If I can fuck you to Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica, then you can absolutely fuck me to Sleeping On The Sidewalk,” you huff, a hand going to rub Eddie’s back absentmindedly while you recall that night in his van. “You literally tapped the rhythm of the song on my skin when you tried to break my back—“

“You think Metallica’s bad, try Ozzy—“

“No!” You exclaim, slowly rolling your neck before feeling Eddie’s lips pressing kisses onto your skin. “No. He bites bat’s heads off, Ed. That’s disgusting.”

Eddie pulled his head from your neck, a fully fake yet dramatic pain filled look directed at you on the bed. “Excuse me? Excuse me? Disgusting? That shit is just plain cool, baby.”

“Mm,” you hum, scrunching your face up. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Eddie starts, his hands starting to wander your body slowly. “I do say so. I’ll take you to a concert and prove it myself.”

“If you’re taking me to an Ozzy Osbourne concert, you’re coming to a Queen concert with me.” Your hands fall back onto the bed, assuming Eddie is starting to get into gear and finally finishing you off. It’s Late is almost done playing at this rate thanks to your chatter, but you know neither of you are really paying attention.

“Aren’t all of those in, oh I dunno, London.” Eddie’s thumbs rub across both of your nipples at the same time to get you gasping under his touch. “Last I recall, you have a passport and family there. I don’t.”

“Well,” you start breathy, “get one. I can call my uncle and he can snag us tickets for one of their summer or fall shows. He loves you.”

“He can, can he?” Eddie tilts his head like a puppy, hands tweaking at your nipples for merely a second longer before letting his hands continue downward, his head doing the same as he still lets you chat wildly about the tickets. You try not to let another gasp deter you from your reply.

“Yeah, he’s got connections, how else do you think I went to their other tours in earlier years,” you finish successfully. Speaking clearly with the conversation in mind to actually provide useful replies like a normal person is becoming harder. You’re feeling Eddie’s hands actually get close to your cunt again, and you’re sure that you’re already leaking with arousal just from his hands alone now.

“Babe, as much as I’m…enjoying, this lovely conversation about your wicked uncle and his connections,” Eddie responds breathily, suddenly making you painfully aware that his face is now leveled with your leaking pussy. “I think we can push it to the back burner for now, hm?”

Maybe you really shouldn’t have asked to fuck to a favorite Queen album of yours. You could go on tangents like this for hours—and you don’t really want to miss Eddie between your legs because of it.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp lightly in reply, feeling Eddie’s plush lips kissing around fading marks he’d made on your thighs previous nights, “back burner, yes. Please—“

His chuckle is very, very close to the target you’re begging him to work to now, you can feel the vibration which is spurring you on just a bit more. You subtly—perhaps not so subtly for Eddie, his arm now moving to rest across the expanse of your hips before him—shift your hips toward him as a silent plea.

It’s Late starts to fade into the finale—My Melancholy Blues.

Normally, this is where the record would really end for you. Freddie’s voice croons over your speakers, and you just can’t get into it like you normally can. You are, personally, way more into the heavy sounds Queen produces anyway. But slowly, like some of the other songs you’d never enjoyed from their previous albums, you’ll grow to like it.

Hell, you may grow to love it as Eddie starts to slowly lick at your glistening folds, lapping at your slick that’s steadily pouring from your cunt now, finally getting some proper simulation after staying wired for so long.

“Yes,” you praise, high and needy just as Eddie’s lips wrap around your clit to suck lightly at the aching bud. “Fuck, yes Eddie.”

It’s embarrassing how easy it is to work you up to the point of whining and begging to cum, and if you weren’t so desperate, maybe you’d stop all together. But you’re babbling as Eddie’s fingertips trace over your loose hole before pressing deep inside of you again and brushing against the very spot he had teased you with from the beginning of getting his hands between your legs.

You moan loudly—it’s a moan you’re sure would have gotten you and Eddie caught, you’re suddenly feeling thankful for being home alone again—and your hands fly down south from the bedsheets to nestle in Eddie’s fizzy, slightly curled hair. He doesn’t slow his pace down like he has for the past however long it’s been now and your brain is fuzzy from the possibility that you can actually cum now.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” you hear Eddie coo suddenly, your pleasure only building and building as his rings clack together due to the speed he’s fingering you at, “c’mon and give it to me. You’re doing so well, look so pretty with my fingers deep in you like this.”

“E-Eddie,” you whimper, feeling your entire body tense up at the large wave of your orgasm finally starting it’s climax, about ready to crash down and wash over you.

“Let go, baby, it’s alright. I’ve got ya.”

And, well. You do.

You clench around Eddie’s fingers, hips jerking against the hold he has on you as you cum with a loud moan of his name. You try to arch your back as best you can with your hips being in place, and he’s licking your clit lightly—to help you come down from your high or prolong it, you don’t know, regardless—your hands twist in his hair, both wanting to press into the feeling he’s providing your pussy, but also wanting to pull away.

It feels so good.

Your body stops convulsing after you let your hands pull from Eddie’s hair as to not knot it more from your actives this evening, but he’s still using his tongue to stimulate you lightly. His fingers have stilled, still buried deep inside of you all while his other hand is stroking the expanse of your stomach as you come back to reality.

“Jesus, fuck—“

“Not my name, last I checked,” Eddie teases lightly, tilting his head to rest his cheek on your upper thigh. “How we feelin’, baby? Good?”

“Great,” you stress playfully, though you know Eddie understands just how serious you are about it since your body is all relaxed and pliant. “Very good. Thank you.”

“You’re so very welcome,” he coos, lightly pinching the skin of your tummy with his fingers. “Can I take my fingers out? You ready for that?”

You take a proper look down your body to make eye contact with Eddie and nod, trying to seem unfazed by how hot he looks after doing all that he did to you just now in a short span of time. You take a deep breath as he nods back with a teasing look which makes you laugh just a bit as he eases his fingers out of your soaked entrance.

Your face is absolutely heating up from the sound the two of you make—and the way Eddie lewdly presses his fingers into his mouth to clean his fingers of your slick. If your body wasn’t feeling so much like jell-o, you’d probably get on your knees and make out with him once they leave his lips with a small pop.

Not long after that, Eddie’s flopping onto the bed, dropping a few kisses to your lips before he’s completely laying next to you with a fond smile just as you scoot slowly into his chest.

“If you give me a bit and a bottle of water, I can help you out, if you’d like?” You offer quietly after a few minutes of snuggling Eddie. You’re both enveloped by complete silence now, the record being completely finished probably ages ago. If you had it your way you’d pick another vinyl from your collection to keep playing, but Eddie may gag at whatever else you have on your shelf if you’re not careful. You’d like for him to stay the night with minimal arguments about music this time.

Eddie hums. He sounds like he’s contemplating your offer as his chin rests atop your head.

“If you’re sure, sweet thing,” he finally replies. He takes a moment to lift his chin from your skull to press a kiss to where it once was. “Don’t want to push you too far. We’ve got shit to do tomorrow.”

“Shit to do,” you echo lightly in confusion. “Is that code for—“

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says firmly, squeezing you playfully as he watches your reaction to his words carefully. “Character sheet day. We’re getting you in the saddle for my one-shot with Harrington’s kids.”

You groan dramatically, pressing your face further into the skin of his chest.

“I thought it was gonna be the day after tomorrow.”

“No, baby,” Eddie replies, hand running through your hair slowly. “Game day is that day. That’s Friday. Today’s Wednesday. Thursday is all about getting you prepped and ready.”

“Shit.” You pull your face from his chest to speak, and pout slightly. “I guess that really means no funny business tomorrow, huh?”

You watch Eddie’s face as he scrunches it into a doubtful look. It makes you giggle and drag yourself up his body so you could be face to face with him once again.

“I wouldn’t say no funny business. There can be some meetings of the funny variety, I’m not too strict, y’know.” You shudder as Eddie’s hands land on your sides, the metal of his rings having a bit of their chill again.

You bump your noses together, a knowing smile on your lips as you look your boyfriend in the eye. “Mm. Good to know.”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums in reply, his eyes crinkling as he smiles back at you. “You gonna kiss me, or just stare into my eyes all night? Last I was told I needed to get you a drink before we got started again.”

“Am I not allowed to look at you, Munson? Gosh,” you huff. It’s over Eddie’s face completely, and you try not to laugh at his reaction to your breath before you’re moving your face away from his slowly.

Until his hand lands on the back of your neck, pulling you right back to where you were. You squeak in his face, giggling lightly as he growls playfully in your face, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to seem intimidating.

Really, he just looked like a huffy kitten, this close up.

“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart. I could easily pick another album of yours and start this all again. The night is young, and so am I.”

You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side. You’re sure your eyes give away just what you’re thinking as you speak: “don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Eddie’s eyes scan over your face frantically, his expression staying the same as he tries to be sure you’re serious with him before his lips are pulling into a devious smirk, pressing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know what you’ve just walked into, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure I do know,” you quip quietly, your lips brushing over Eddie’s as you speak. “I still want a water before we start, though, Eds.”

Eddie takes a moment to sit in silence with you. You’re not sure what he’s doing until he’s quick to press a kiss to your lips and savor it before carefully pulling himself from the bed and looking around for his boxers or a pair of lingering sweatpants.

“Fine. Fine! Water, some snacks and then I’ll torture you. Sound fair to you?” Eddie finishes by saying your name to be sure you’re paying attention to him, not looking around at anything particular—he wouldn’t really mind if you were looking at his dick, probably, but he’s trying to be sure you’re taken care of right now. That’s probably off the table.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I got the good fruit snacks—“

“Really?” Eddie stops completely when he finally moves to step into the sweatpants he discarded earlier in the night. “Like, the good good ones?”

You can’t hide your laughter at this point and nod while covering your mouth as you giggle. Eddie rushes back over to the side of your bed and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back with some waters and the whole god damn box of fruit snacks! Don’t miss me too much, baby!” He’s yelling, and there’s really no reason to but you let it happen anyways as you shift around in your bed to get comfy while you wait, watching the doorway fondly as Eddie rushes out to head down the stairs.

#rachael writes #nsft post #nsft text #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fics #eddie munson

164 notes · View notes

a-regular-ol-pill · 3 years ago

Note

hello there Pill! it's me (again) i hope you're doing okay! I truly adore your writing style and I really do enjoy reading it :))) I want to ask if you want to write another LingxFem!reader (if it's alright with you)

you can just ignore this if you don't want to write it! and don't overwork yourself, get some rest!

thank you! 💗

"Why didn't you restock it?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Ling, You.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so, so happy you genuinely enjoy how I write, and I'm very thankful that you requested again! <3

Want to request? Click here.

Want a more direct link? Click here.

Warning(s); Light swearing (from pills.)

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"You cooked and ate the last pack of ramen but didn't share it with your roomie. Who's also your lover." (College AU)

The sad and bland meals that you have in your college dorms can always be cured with a delicious pack of ramen! That's something you and your roomie could agree with. When there's a day where life just gives you gifts filled with hell, there's always a ramen pack that you two keep in stock in the pantry. A more specific type of ramen that you two waste your paycheck money on, are the spicy ones. Both of you agree that crying while eating is a type of comfort that blesses your masochistic tastebuds. That's why it's often, almost stocked at all times.

In short, it's a comfort food that both of you cooperate to have in stock, all the time. Well, hopefully all the time. Ever since you confessed your undying admiration for him. His craving for ramen increased because of the boost of serotonin from your confession. You'd always witness find him eating two of each, everytime you come back. He won't even share it with you because he's already eaten most of it. But sometimes when you beg, he'll feed it to you like a baby. You blushing from the embarrassment of being fed like a baby.

He'd always kiss you from being adorable, and it'll always make you turn redder than a ripe tomato. The way he'd 'accidentally' turn you more flustered than what caused your flustered state in the first place, happens more often than you might think. Surprising, you'd know, you'd know a lot about how everything works when you're in a relationship with him.

This first month of your summer vacation, Ling had to visit a dojo where some of his friends worked in— Meaning; Everything in the dorm is yours! But it also means that you'll be cold when you turn the AC on before you sleep. The thin blankets won't help a bunch, but if the delivery of your bedroom items and decorations delivered quicker, you'd be all fine! The whole month would go by in a whisk, if only you hadn't always been calling Ling, and talking to him in video calls. Call yourself entitled, but you always loved embarrassing him when one of his friends popped up in the camera.

During those days, you never realized that you were downing down the fifteen remaining ramen packs in the pantry. Not until it was the night of Ling's stay in the dojo, that you noticed the pantry, that was previously full— is now empty. It was an easy fix! You'll just hop on over to the nearby store and buy another one! Well.. it would be an easy fix, if you hadn't bumped into Ling when you were walking out of the door.

The moment you met his eye, he engulfed you into a suffocating hug, and whispered how much he had missed you. A month without your love and touch? Of course he'd want to feel your warmth the moment he sees you. How unlucky, for your chance of pretending that you never let the ramen run out has been spoiled. "Ling! You're.. back early." You pulled away from the hug and gave him a tight smile, heart beating fast when you noticed his eye gazing inside the dorm. Surely he was searching for the pantry, right? Because if he is, you're terribly in trouble.

"You look stressed. Did the teachers give you a summer break project?" He asked, trailing his arm up yours, and resting it onto your shoulder. You jumped slightly when his finger grazed your bare shoulder. "No! No, not at all.. I just.." You trailed off, swiftly stopping him before he could even think about entering the room. Though, that only made him more suspicious of how you're acting. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I'm not hiding anything! Really!" You exclaim, throwing your hands on his shoulders, and making him flinch. Real smooth. Real smooth. Ling raised a brow, gently pushing you aside and taking your hand once your back hits the edge of the door. Upon seeing his eyes, you frantically tried to tell him that you weren't cheating on him. That humored him, slightly at least. "What do you mean? I'm suspecting that you've trashed the whole dorm but.." He looked away and inspected the neatly organized room. You held your breath, facepalming in your head because of how dumb you felt. Of course he'd notice the room first. He's somewhat of a cleanfreak for pete's sake!

"Did you eat all of the ramen?" He turned back and gently pressed his face againts your cheek. It was a nice time to had been showering, because you reek of ramen from that afternoon. "You did.." He then pulled away, eyes full of sadness when you nodded your head. Oh no. He's giving you puppy dog eyes.. "I'm so sorry! I didn't notice and it was too late to be restocking the pantry!" You became frantic, hugging and kissing his face while he just basks in the sadness he felt. You were so cruel.. :(

"I'm sorry, Ling!" You hugged him, he did the same. Needing comfort because of your sad and cruel ignorance. "If that's what you did, then I need cuddles in return." He mumbled, face burried in your hair while he hugged you tighter. You sighed softly in relief. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek while he waddled you to your bedroom. "I can do that. I'm sorry, I'll be more attentive next time." With that, both of you laid down as he held you close, kissing you every now and then, desperate to take his mind off of the empty pantry that resided in the small kitchen.

You promise yourself to be more attentive next time. You don't want him giving you those eyes again, do you?

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

#mobile legends bang bang #mobilelegendsbangbang #mlbb #mobile #mobilelegends #mobile legends x reader #x reader #mlbb fluff #ling #ling mlbb #mlbb ling #ling mobile legends #mobile legends ling

75 notes · View notes

gorillaism · 4 years ago

Text

gorillaz with their s/o during halloween headcanons ( separate )

a/n : first post <3

reader : gender neutral

warnings : tiny nsfw *cough, murdoc, cough*

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 ( 2D ) 𝐩𝐨𝐭

stuart loves halloween! he absolutely adores it.

his favorite part is of course the candy. he’s buying you all the candy you want. he doesn’t care if he goes broke - your smile is way too cute during the spooky season.

stu would definitely be down to do matching couples costumes, although this poor boy would need help getting into his costume. </3

would pepper your face with kisses when he sees you in the halloween costume. you look adorable!

“i wish i was as cute as you, love!”

murdoc gags when he sees you & 2D sharing so much affection. it’s sickening.

you guys go trick or treating together! you leave the candy bowl on the porch of kong studios murdoc & noodle probably steal all the candy & begin your journey to get a crap ton of sweets.

if you get tired trick or treating, 2D drops you back off at kong studios & continues collecting more candy for you <3

the night ends with you and stu watching family halloween movies like “hocus pocus” since he’s too scared of the horror movies.

— 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬

he probably hates quite a bit of holidays due to his rough past with his father...

however, halloween is his exception!

murdoc doesn’t dress up but would like to see you in a costume. he would be floored.

mudz even suggests to get you a costume himself, but he’s going to get you lingerie or something if you do. he would definitely get you some sort of devil or angel costume.

“sweetheart, look at the costume i got you. what do you think of it~?”

“i think you didn’t plan on noodle being here with us.”

you guys watch horror movies together since he wouldn’t want to go trick or treating. if there’s a sex scene during the movie he’s going to try and make subtle flirts.

just for you, he will take noodle with you two to go into a haunted house. he doesn’t get scared, neither does noodle, but it’s the thought that counts. you all laugh as you make fun of the crumby decorations and cheap jump-scares.

if you’re ever scared during this holiday, murdoc will simultaneously protect you and tease you like the asshole he is.

— 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞

she’s confused by this holiday and amazed at the same time. like what?? you get to dress up and get candy?? yes please??

ngl she mixes up christmas with halloween sometimes. near the end of october, you found her hanging up mistletoe & she asked you-

“people hang up mistletoe during halloween, don’t they?”

you don’t even know how she came up with that conclusion, but you’re 99.9% sure murdoc told noodle the misinformation.

she loves to do specia effects makeup for you if you’re dressing up as a ghoul or a vampire or something!

noodle has fallen in love with pumpkin carving. one day, she comes back with so many pumpkins and candles and she decorated literally all of them with you of course.

late at night, she goes to the movies with you to watch re-releases of movies. she takes you to see “child’s play”, though you both get stopped by gorillaz fans who are dying for an autograph.

noodle forces asks you politely to play board games while listening to spooky music. although, some songs on the mixtape have titles like “last christmas” & “all i want for christmas is you”, so you suppose she’s still getting mixed up...

at the end of the night, she curls up with you and reads you some horror book to conclude the spooky season. <3

— 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐬

he too loves halloween, just not as much as noodle. russ is down for whatever his s/o wants to do.

he bakes you some cookies, and if you’re allergic, makes you scary-themed drinks. there’s a bunch of fake eyeballs and such & it’s all very cute. he asks you if it’s good, and the way he does it is so adorable. <3

you both decorate the studio and literally, the whole thing gives you serotonin. he helps you reach places you can’t, you reach the smaller places for him, etc. while doing this, you’re simultaneously dancing to music which is mostly not even spooky related and just making each other laugh.

russel loves to hand out candy to the little kids. he thinks they’re always going to be these sweet ragamuffins but kong studios is literally near a graveyard so not many kids come omg. that all changed when a collective group of teenagers decided to toilet paper the building. russ scared them so bad they left like 🏃‍♀️💨

he may or may not be thinking of what having kids is like when he sees you handing out candy with him-

you head to a corn maze with him and you all got lost that you stayed there until an employee had to rescue you both. for half an hour before you escaped the maze, russel tried to assure you he knew where he was going.

you childishly make a blanket fort with him, and yes, you cuddle and end up sleeping until 1 pm the next day <3

#gorillaz x reader #gorillaz #gorillaz murdoc #gorillaz noodle #gorillaz 2d #gorillaz russel #stuart pot #stuart pot x reader #stu pot #2d #2d x reader #murdoc niccals x reader #murdoc niccals #noodle #noodle x reader #russel hobbs x reader #russel hobbs #headcanon

417 notes · View notes

blueprint-han · 4 years ago

Text

[Image ID: A black picture with the title “HOW TO SUPPORT FANFICTION AUTHORS” written in bold caps lock, colored with a winter forest picture. End ID.]

Well, this post has been made countless times, but I’m making one too because I’ve seen a lot of people say they’re new to tumblr and don’t know the whole “reblogging is better than liking” rule and other stuff. So without any further ado, here are ways YOU can support the fanfiction authors. Now keep in mind this applies to almost every author out there, not just the stayblr fandom, so if you’re a silent reader (or even if you aren’t), I advise you go through this post. Warning, this is a fairly long post going into detail, so yeah. I still expect you, the readers to read this, and if you’re a writer, feel free to lmk if i’ve written smth wrong or if you want me to add something! ^^

In this post I’ll go into thorough analysis of the pros and cons of each of the methods listed here and how YOU as a reader can show the authors whose fics you read more love and motivate them to produce content.

WARNING; LONG POST! GOES INTO A DECENT AMOUNT OF DETAIL. NOT EDITED, EXCUSE ANY TYPOS.

#1 : LIKING !

I think this is basic common knowledge, and a lot of people tend to do this. When you like the post, the author sees it, you see it, and if the author has their liked posts accessible (which majority of the time they don’t), and if someone deliberately goes to check it, then they see it. See why so many authors say just liking does nothing? Only liking says “Hey, I’m gonna tell you your story is not that good by simply liking it and not sharing it with other people. :D”

♯ PROS:

You’re telling the author that you've read their fic, and either you’ve enjoyed it to a certain extent, or you’re just saving it to read for later.

Likes are seen by you, the author and anyone who has access to your likes (which, most people don’t).

♯ CONS:

If you ONLY like, you’re not really helping the author’s work reach a wide audience because this site isn’t Instagram. Reblogging is the only way people can SEE our works. I’ll cover more on that in the next section.

In a nutshell, liking is good! But you should most likely use it in a combination with the other stuff I’ve listed below, because just the like itself doesn’t really do much in giving the author any feedback or interaction on their fics.

To clear shit up; I’m not talking about those people who don’t read the story or appreciate it in the first place. I’m talking about those who appreciate the fic, like it, but don’t leave any sort of feedback to show that.

#2 : REBLOGGING !

This is SO, SO important. I cannot stress on this enough. Let me explain WHY so many writers stress on reblogging content:

Tumblr’s tag system is inherently fucked up, and has grown more so over the year. I’m not kidding, at first, the fic either used to show up in the tags or it didn’t, but now, sometimes your fic can be REMOVED from the tags because of,,, idk tumblr tag shit. Anyways, as you can see, it’s very demotivating for authors at that point, because the major way for people to find their content and expand their blogs has been blocked.

Due to this reason, tumblr authors need to RELY on you, their followers to help spread their works to a wider audience. Now again, before you get me wrong, I’m not saying you ae forced to rb our works regardless of whether you like them or not. BUT, that being said, if you DO infact like the story, there’s no harm in reblogging, right? By doing this you’re indirectly telling the author — “hey! :D I liked your fic! Which is why I am gonna share it to my followers so they can read it too :D” Trust me, you’re doing nothing but helping the people who produce content for you to read. Seems like a worthy cause to hit the reblog button, right? It’s only a one, or maximum two step procedure.

Leave tags in your reblogs! Trust me, as an author myself and as much as I know from all my author friends, we oft check the tags of your reblogs to see if you found any part amazing or even if you have anything to say about the writing we put so much hard work into. Even a key smash or a “This was so [insert adjective] 🥺” is enough to leave a smile on your authors face.

♯ PROS :

You’re !! Sharing !! Your authors !! Works !! This leads to them getting more recognition, so for the content they’re so graciously providing for free, you’re promoting their blog and helping them expand it.

If the tags are being a shit, which majority of the time they are, then you’re literally making an author’s day by reblogging! You’re showing them that you, a follower and appreciator of their works are willingly sharing their content because it deserves to be seen by more people. Again before any dumb people decide to attack me, i am talking about people who like the fic but don't bother reblogging and are silent/ghost readers. I am not forcing anyone to read anybody’s work.

YOU’RE MAKING YOUR AUTHOR SO HAPPY WHAT MORE REASONS COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT !! 🥺

♯ CONS :

Literally none, because as far as I remember no author is against reblogging of their works. It’s quite literally the way this platform functions. Reblogging is IMPORTANT.

#3 : COMMENTING/SENDING FEEDBACK !

This kind of overlaps with the previous section, but THIS IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT STEP !! When you leave feedback, you are directly giving the author something so much more valuable to them than high follower/note counts or money. Your feedback is literally our serotonin. I kid you not the number of times I’ve received a positive comment and smiled and it has made my day. There’s a reason youtubers (though not the best example, bear with me here because it was the only one I could think of) ask people to subscribe, like and COMMENT. The subscription is like a follow, the like is ofc like a heart, and the comment is equivalent to an rb with comments in the tags.

You might argue and tell me that a comment is basically like an ask so the reblogging step isn’t necessary, but I’m sure 99% of you use YouTube and you know that more comments leads to people’s videos boosted in the stream/trending charts. This is what reblogging does. Reblogging shares the piece with other people like minded, which leads to a boost in reads. You are literally helping your author grow.

It’s quite literally the same thing as youtubers. Youtubers NEED validation to keep their content creation going, so do writers, so do other ccs on this site. This post is however, focused on WRITERS, so keep that in mind.

♯ PROS :

By doing this, you’re giving author valuable feedback! It’s similar to what you do in rbing with tags. Interactivity with their fics boosts their note counts and helps expand their audience, so srsly, now think of it: your one comment is playing such a massive role to help ccs create more content.

Imagine how much of a difference the note counts will be in when every person who simply likes after reading the fic, reblogs, leaves a comment and sends an ask. the note counts would be high on each and every fic, which is validation in itself, but your comments would inspire the writer so much more! Please, don’t skip the commenting part. Even a simple one like: “this is so cute!” is wonderful.

♯ CONS :

Remember, if you’re gonna give constructive criticism (which I’m sure you all are smart enough to know if different from hate), make sure the author is okay with it. Authors need to be in a specific mindset and must be ready to accept criticism, so if you’re gonna give constructive criticism to them when they’re at a low point, it may demotivate them.

Just commenting, instead of reblogging and commenting in the tags/ reblogging and then leaving an ask in their inbox, while it gives validation in plenty, will not lead to the author’s work being spread. Therefore I suggest either reblogging and commenting in the tags or reblog and then leave an ask, or comment under the fic!

!! reminder; I am not saying that if you don’t rb and just leave feedback, your feedback has no value. We authors truly appreciate every bit of feedback, but this post is aimed to help you learn how to interact with and support authors, and make them feel more motivated, because the current scenario of liking and scrolling is taking a toll on their creative abilities. Take it from a person who’s been writing for a year.

#4 : COMMSIONING VIA THEIR KO-FI/OTHER APPS !

Before any of you attack me, let me tell you that this is not a step that is 100% necessary to do. ONLY donate if you can and if you genuinely want to, and if anyone is forcing you to pay for something against your will, you need to get yourself out of there.

Regardless, if an author has a kofi and you’re able to and you want to donate, you definitely should! It’s also a valid form of support.

#5 : ADDING THEM ON REC LISTS/ RECOMMENDING THEM TO REC BLOGS

This is such an underrated option, to be honest. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen my fic was recommended onto some rec list and it’s made me smile so hard. If you like some fics, create a rec list! They’re oft very popular amongst the fans too. Making rec posts is such a great way to share your favorite stories with others.

Rec blogs! I’ve seen a couple going around, and needless to say they are a great way to get someone else to read your favorite author’s work whilst also giving them your own feedback. These blogs oft accept recs via a form or ask box, and they leave your feedback along with their own, or else they’ll oft tag the author in the feedback post, so look! You’re basically helping your author share their fic to many more people, because you’ve given them feedback and a reblog.

♯ PROS :

Validation! Feedback! Reblogs! More exposure! Helping a blog grow! Spreading love! basically a run down of the stuff I’ve said before!

♯ CONS :

Literally no con of this. Unless, a one in a million case, this author says they don’t like receiving feedback/being tagged, and I’m sure NO person has said this before, at least none that I’ve heard of.

#6 : FINAL COMMENTS; MISC !

When an author points out about how the interactivity is drastically reducing, don’t just give them blind apologies. Yes, you feel sorry for not interacting as much, we understand, but rather show that you’ll become a better content consumer through your actions. We need to see that we’re not just throwing words into a void and that people are actually trying to be better content consumers.

Understand the fact that authors don’t get paid for this, and 99% of the time, these authors don’t take commissions either. They’re giving you novel worthy writings for free. Take Percy Jackson: You think the author would have felt motivated to write the subsequent parts, let alone two whole series based off of it if literally no one showed that they were interested? Rick Riordan has sales, he is being paid, there are millions of people and big agencies who provide him feedback. Now take that huge amount and simmer it down to an audience of maybe 10000 people This is what fanfic authors want. They don’t want your money, nor are they telling you to risk your lives for them. All they want is, a reblog, some tags, some feedback, some INTERACTIVITY. A sign that they aren’t throwing fics into the void and that people actually like them, some motivation to continue. Seems fairly easy to throw an rb with some tags, right?

Don’t bother to tell me that we do this for ourselves and we shouldn’t ask for likes and reblogs and feedback, because 1) you are consuming the content that we “write for ourselves” and 2) writers post their content here for interactivity and feedback. We could just not post and write and save our fics in our dungeon drafts for years. But we choose to post to entertain the readers, the consumers. And we aren’t even asking that much in return.

Don’t give me the whole “I’m scared that authors feel that comments are annoying” excuse either because seriously this has been DEBUNKED SO MANY TIMES. Istg, in the nicest way possible, if you still think writers are annoyed by interaction and feedback, after so many posts, long rants have been posted as to how we’re not, then you must truly be living under a rock. There, I said it. Please stop thinking this way, I’ll say it again, AUTHORS ARE NOT ANNOYED OF FEEDBACK, COMMENTS, TAGS, REBLOGS. WE LOVE IT. Saying this is like saying that the audience in a theatre play shouldn’t clap when the play ends because the actors would find it noisy. 🤡

I’ve seen some people saying they have anxiety issues and such, so pls note that I’m not invalidating your condition. If you’re trying to be more interactive, I really appreciate it! If you can’t, that’s fine too. You’re trying.

But for the people who have no reason other than feeling lazy to rb and comment, your lack of interactiveness is not excused. Please. Tumblr is a reblogging site. If you’re gonna consume content like authors are some sort of machines, I encourage you to go get some more perspective.

This site is not Instagram or the satan bird app. Your likes are appreciated but frankly speaking, they do nothing to the author except tell them “Hey i read ur fic but i'm not gonna support u :D” and honestly, that is detrimental to their creative capabilities and mental health.

DON’T FOLLOW AN ACC JUST TO MINDLESS RB THEIR SIGNAL BOOST POSTS AND THEIR REBLOGS OF GIFS AND NOT INTERACT WITH THEIR WRITING AT ALL ! Trust me, authors prefer a lower amount of interactive followers than a high count that doesn’t even give them any feedback. Again your follows are appreciated, but when you’re following, you know the type of content the author creates, so the author expects that the more followers, the more interactivity. These days, this is just becoming the opposite. So don’t do it! If you’re gonna follow to read, interact with their works. I promise, this will make both you and the author happy. A win-win situation.

In conclusion: SUPPORT YOUR FUCKING AUTHORS! THEY ARE NOT MACHINES THAT HAVE NO FEELINGS TO PRODUCE CONTENT FOR YOU! FICS TAKE DAYS AND DAYS OF PLANNING, PLOTTING, OUTLINING, WRITING, EDITING, MAKING TEASERS. SO JUST SHOW THEM YOU APPRECIATE THEM WITH AN RB. IT’S THE L E A S T YOU CAN DO.

I will be liking this post here written by the lovely @chaninfused and @scriptura-delirus . Please take time to read it because if you weren’t convinced by my arguments, you will see how much frustration we as writers face on a daily basis. Please, just show support. Here is the post by @stayndays about how to get more people to read your work, because it also has a note on reblogging. Please educate yourself, and put an end to this mindless consuming culutre and bring up some interactivity.

If you’ve read this far, I want you to go to two of your favorite authors and leave some feedback in their inbox, and tag me in it (either tag me yourself or ask the author to do so, they won’t mind). Show your writers that our words are taking effect and you are becoming better consumers. I mean it. I’m serious. I want every single one who reads this post to do this. besides valid reasons, if you’re lazy to do this, you’re a part of the problem. PLEASE get more perspective.

Also, feel free to add to this post! I’d love to read your thoughts too, remember to be kind though. And, if I think your rb is somehow contradicting my points and is bringing down the reason I made this post, I will politely ask you to delete your comment, because this post is about being truthful about the harsh reality of tumblr consumers and how we can change it. I’m sure none of you will let it get to that point, though. <3 love you guys. 💓

And, just a reminder, don’t just blindly like this too. Do what I said before, and while I am not forcing you, I’d appreciate your reblog, because seriously, it took me 3 whole days to write this, plus, I’m sure this will help more of your followers understand the fault in consumer culture. haha, that’s it! This post was way too long uff.

also, this is ur cue to not be stupid in my inbox. You have something to say? Think I worded smth wrongly? I’m sure it wasn’t my intention to do so, point it out with manners.

697 notes · View notes

bukojuiice · 4 years ago

Text

What happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter? (Dad! Katsuki Bakugo x Mom! Reader) Headcanons + One-shot

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ warnings: none

ೃ genre: fluff overload, parent fic/hcs

ೃ word count: 5,141 words

ೃ 1/4 of @bukojuiice’s 800 followers special!

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ A sequel in the form of headcanons + one-shot to my dad! Bakugo fic “like the soul of honey” I recommend reading that first before going through this! Don’t worry if you don’t want to though! Both are standalone and not really connected with each other.

ೃ This was originally just going to be headcanons, but I didn’t want to keep writing it in hcs style halfway through so be treated to both headcanons + a one-shot instead! as you can tell already, this was so so much fun to write and i felt so soft after writing this uwu

ೃ shoutout to two of my loves @sparkykatsuki for coming up with this idea! I just knew i had to do it bc i love bakusquad sm!! they give me such a serotonin boost and I find it really fun writing about them!! Thank you for having such big brain energy and for conspiring this concept franz! And to @chibishae34 bc i know she loves baby fics as much as I do HSHSHSH

ೃ your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him.

ೃ please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

— Hikari is blessed with the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for!!

— Both Bakusquad and Dekusquad take turns in helping you and Katsuki get your well deserved rest and relaxation at least once a month ever since Hikari turned 6 as... she became quite the feisty girl. Too feisty to handle actually.

— She was energetic and playful 24/7. And so, it was hard to keep up with her energy most of the time.

— She still remained kind and obedient yet she was also an absolute bundle of joy who would just run around the house, play with her toys, and go on roleplaying adventures with you and Katsuki. She had absolutely no idea how much she would tire you and Katsuki, however, and sometimes she would go on for hours and hours just running around the house and interacting with everything she sees.

— She had an inquisitive mind, and although you always encourage her to be smart and be intrigued with everything, she tends to question almost everything she lays her eyes on and you end up having to come up with a witty and a very childlike answer for her to understand.

— A good example of this is when she asked you ever so innocently about where babies come from and your husband was ABOUT TO TAKE HER QUESTION LITERALLY and give her the science talk about sexual reproduction. When the two of you agreed to only give her that talk when she turns 8 as she might not even entirely understand it in the first place.

— “Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?”

— “I guess it’s time for the talk.” Bakugo shrugs, remarking sternly. He takes his daughter’s little hand in his and bringing her to the living room. “You see, Hikari, babies come from the wo-”

— “Storks!” You cut Bakugo off before he could say another word, nudging him on the elbow. “Hikari-chan, the babies are brought down to this world by the white and strong birds in the sky!” You whisper the last bits of information to her ear. “The storks told me that once you get older, they’ll tell you the secret of where they actually pick up the babies.”

— “Really!?” She says in disbelief, her eyes gleaming in excitement. “YAY! YAY! YAY! I can’t wait!” She goes back to running around the house looking for even more things to ask about and you breathe a sigh of relief as soon as she leaves.

— Although it was nice that you are able to bond as a family, it does get pretty tiring sometimes. Of course your weariness is worth the risk if it’s just to see Hikari smile.

— Especially since you and Bakugo were both pro-heroes (although you mostly do stand by pro hero work meaning you work from home almost all the time.) You found it much more enriching if both you and bakugo are guiding her and working together to create a loving and supportive family for Hikari.

— Both of your respective friend groups, whomst you remained close to ever since high school, noticed how the both of you looked tremendously exhausted and looked like you were in dire need to have 9 cups of coffee every time you would meet up with each other in between your pro hero duties.

— And so both squads came into an agreement, that they would help the two of you out by giving you a 48 hour day off every month to do whatever the heck married couples do as they would babysit Hikari and have fun.

— This was also a great way to get closer with their niece even if they dote on her so much already. As you and Bakugo are the first persons in your friend groups who got married and have a child together.

— This month, the Bakusquad is in charge of taking care of Hikari and just from the fact that Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero are going to babysit your daughter alone, you know it’s going to be chaotic.

— Things didn’t go swimmingly last time (literally), as only Kirisihima and Kaminari were the only ones available the last time they came to babysit. They took Hikari to a community pool, and she came back with a missing tooth and some scratches on her legs from playing too much. Katsuki was NOT pleased and you had to restrain your husband from trying to obliterate his best friends even if Hikari had little to no injuries and it was normal for kids her age to have these things happens to them at least once in their childhood.

— With your assurance and the look that was on Hikari’s face and how she would not shut up about how she loved spending time with Uncle Eijiro and Uncle Denki, Katsuki eventually let it slide and just gave his friends the usual “Katsuki Bakugo treatment” where he acts cold and angry at them, paired with his easily irritated and idgaf attitude.

— This month however, was going to be different because Mina and Sero are finally joining along and making sure that Hikari has the best weekend since they weren’t able to babysit last time.

— Hikari loved her Aunt Mina because she would braid her hair and style her with different cute outfits that only Mina, with her love for fashion and all things girly and pink could attempt to do and end up doing perfectly. She also taught Hikari all the dances to disney songs and nursery rhymes she knows how to do so far. Hikari affectionately refers to her Aunt Pinkie whenever Mina isn’t around.

— Kirishima, who was the most frequent to visit the 3 of you, out of all of the Bakusquad, considers Hikari as his new #1 best friend. Dethroning and kicking her very own father from that spot. Hikari is a much more gentle and sweet version of her explosive father, and so Eijiro is able to interact and play with Hikari because he already knows Bakugo and his mannerisms very well. Hikari calls him Uncle Sharkie and she always asks her dad about how he and Kirishima became such good friends. To which Katsuki would reply with, “It’s a long story princess.”

— Kaminari was the fun uncle. He always gave off those vibes ever since high school anyway. Giving Hikari candy behind Katsuki’s back (although you made sure Kaminari didn’t give her any that were tooth rotting sweet ones) Buying her ice cream whenever he came to drop by, and bringing her to the nearby playground amongst many other things. He spoils her a lot (in a good way) and Hikari calls her the fun “sparkie” uncle.

— Then, there was Sero. He retained his love for Spiderman since he was a kid, and he was able to pass that on to Hikari. His way of playing with her was cute since Sero is super tall, he would let Hikari ride on his shoulders, trying to imitate airplane noises as they would “fly” around the house. He gifted Hikari some child-friendly comic books for you and Katsuki to read to her before. bed. Although she never fails to say that the best heroes are her mommy and daddy. She calls Sero her Uncle Spidey.

— Uncle Sharkie, Uncle Sparkie, Aunt Pinkie, and Uncle Spidey. The Holy Quaternity.

(One-shot starts below this!)

“AUNT MINA! UNCLE EIJIRO! UNCLE DENKI! UNCLE SEROOO!” Hikari rushes to the door as soon as she hears the doorbell ring, she jumps into Eijiro’s arms and the red-haired pro hero twirls her around. The rest of the Bakusquad forms a circle around her, and can’t help but look at her adoringly.

“How’s my little ball of sunshine!?” Mina squeezes Hikari’s cheekies, earning giggles from the little girl. “I’m fine Aunt Mina! I mished chu!” She begins to talk in a cute accent as she just can’t contain her excitement.

“Hikari-chan! Do you still remember our little handshake?” Sero kneels down to the little girl’s height, offering her his hand. The little girl nods, shakes it and their thumbs twiddle together, as if they were thumb wrestling. They do a few more quirky hand shakes and then end it with a bang by saying “BOOM!” Sparks suddenly fly out from Hikari’s hands, her aunt and uncles coo since noticing how much her quirk has developed ever since they started babysitting.

“Okay you two!” Mina turns to you and Katsuki, as she had noticed you had some distinct luggage packed for a quick hot spring getaway, she practically pushes the two of you out of the door when Katsuki stops in his tracks, turning to his friends.

He glares at them and points his fingers to his eyes in a “I’m watching you” type of gesture. “Not one single scratch on her or all of you are dead to me.”

Kaminari laughs, patting his friend on the back, “We gotchu buddy. Your little ball of sunshine is safe in our hands. She’ll have the best time with us!”

Hikari quickly runs to you and Katsuki, giving you both a tight hug. “We love you Hikari. We’ll just be gone for two days oki? Your uncles and your aunt here will keep you safe this weekend alright? We love you!” You peck her lightly on the cheek, a pout forming on your daughter’s face.

“I’ll miss you Mommy. Daddy.” She doesn’t let go, hugging the two of you even tighter. “I loaf you! See you soon!”

“Be a good girl okay Hikari?” Katsuki kneels down to meet his daughter’s eyes, orbs that were as passionate as his, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll miss you kiddo.”

You could hear Kaminari and Sero silently snicker in the background since they still can’t wrap their head around the fact that their friend could become so soft when in front of his child as opposed to his usual rough demeanor he shows to everyone else.

Katsuki wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly, with you dragging along the luggage that the two of you were going to bring on this trip. You bid your final goodbyes with ease and relief, knowing that your daughter will be in “safe hands” the entire weekend.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Mina squeezes Hikari and the rest of the Bakusquad into a hug. “What do you want to do first Hikari-chan?”

“Oh! Um! I don’t know if I should ask this b-but..” The blonde little girl hides her hands in her pockets, her feet tapping the floor. “I actually want to know how Mommy and Daddy met! Not the marry or the lovey thing! Just how they met and fell in love!”

“Hikari-chan!! You’re so cuteeeeeeee!” Kaminari begins to weep crocodile tears, pulling Hikari into another hug. “If that’s what you want to do for today, then we’ll gladly tell the story of how your mom and dad met!”

The Bakusquad formed and sat in a circle on the floor. Hikari was sitting on Mina’s lap as the latter braided her hair into what was called a Fishtail braid. Kirishima, with the help of Sato, baked some chocolate chip cookies a few days ago for all of them to snack on while they babysit Hikari.

Sero clears his voice and begins the story. “Your mom and your dad met each other in High School. Along with all of us and your Uncle Izuku, Uncle Tenya, Uncle Shoto, Aunt Ochaco, Aunt Tsuyu-” He continues to recall the names of all the other people Hikari know and love. “They were total opposites actually.”

“O-opposithes?” Hikari tilts her head, a puzzled look on her face as she tries to process what her Uncle Sero had just said. “D-does that mean that Daddy didn’t like Mommy?”

“It’s not like that Hikari-chan. Don’t worry.” Kirishima saves Sero from making the little girl misinterpret what he had just said, nudging his raven-haired friend in the arm. “It’s just that your dad was hot-headed and angry all the time, but he fell in love with your mom because she was sweet, patient and understanding!” Kirishima reiterates, a soft look on his face, looking back on the sweet sentimental memories of high school. “They were perfect for each other!”

“Oh! So daddy was angy all the time? Since mommy is really nice she told Daddy to be nice and they fell in love!?”

Mina giggles, continuing to style Hikari’s hair. “Yes Hikari-chan. That’s exactly what happened! You’re so good!”

“I am!?” Yay!” She claps her hands together, a wide smile present on her face, she was becoming more and more intrigued. “Tell me more please!”

“Well...” Kaminari continued where Kirishima had left off, “Your mom and dad got closer because they got teamed up to fight our pro hero teacher for our exam! They fought and they had a hard time talking to each other but they passed the exam in the end! It was hard at first. Your dad kept on telling us that he didn’t like your mom in a lovey way but we kept on pushing him until he accidentally said that he liked her! Your mommy heard what he said and then she told him that she liked him too!”

“F-fight? I thought Daddy only fights bad guys...” Her voice begins to crack as if she was about to cry. The Bakusquad were about to speak up and explain but failed to because as soon as Mina was done braiding her hair, Hikari immediately stands up and bows politely to the four adults. “I’m going to play with Mr. Rilakkuma for a while. See you later!” She grabs a cookie from the plate and rushes into her room, locking the door behind her.

“See you later Hikari-chan!” Kaminari waves cluelessly, not realizing what he had just said that prompted Hikari to leave the room in the first place. Mina stands up on her knees, shooting him a glare and flicking his forehead, “Did you not realize what you just did!?”

“Ahh what did I do!?” He rubs the spot on his forehead that Mina had just hit, and looks at his two other friends for a clue as to why they were ganging up with him.

“I guess Chargedolt will always be Chargedolt.” Sero shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.. “Hikari misinterpreted what you said. She thinks that Bakubro used to fight (Y/N) like she’s a villain or something back when we were in High School.”

“WAIT! OBJECTION! SHE MISINTERPRETED YOUR STORY FIRST-”

“Guys. Guys. There’s nothing we can do about it. Both of you slipped, so let’s give Hikari-chan some space first then talk to her later.” Kirishima cuts Kaminari off before he and Sero would start an argument, which would prompt Hikari to further think more negative thoughts.

“(Y/N) said that Hikari-chan’s been liking Tonkotsu Ramen recently, so I think it’s best if all of us help out in cooking her favorite comfort food to cheer her up.” Mina sighs deeply, crossing her arms. She heads straight to the kitchen without uttering another word, the three other guys follow suit.

After several hours, it was finally night time and time for dinner! At the orders of Mina, Sero and Kaminari came to pick up Hikari from her room.

Sero knocked softly. “Hikari-chan? It’s time for dinner!”

“We cooked your favoriteee Tonkatsu Ramen!” Kaminari added in a playful voice.

No reply.

“Hikari-chan?” Sero knocks again, a bit louder this time. He then turns to Denki and whispers, “Maybe she’s asleep?”

Before the two men were to retreat and go back to the living room, the door to the little girl’s room was unlocked with a long click, as if there was hesitance..

Denki quickly turns the knob to be surprised at the sight of Hikari... packing her clothes into a cute backpack?

“Hikari-chan! W-what are you doing?” Kaminari runs to her, trying to stop her from folding her clothes.

“I’m going to go see Mommy and Daddy! I’ll go take a bus and find them!” She wipes the tears streaking down her cheeks, sniffing her nose while attempting to stuff her teddy bear inside her backpack. “Daddy took Mommy so that they’re going to fight aren’t they!? I don’t want that!”

“No no no no no Hikari. It’s not like that!” Kaminari wipes the little girl’s tears with a handkerchief, he gestures Sero to call Kirishima and Mina whilst he tries to comfort the girl. “Your dad took your mom out because today is their lovey anniversary! It wasn’t because they were going to fight!”

“Ah! Owkay!” Hikari suddenly raises her head, taking the handkerchief from Denki and wiping her tears. “Can I visit Daddy and Mommy then!?”

“O-oh well...”

“Of course we can go Hikari-chan!” Kirishima barges in, Sero and Mina close behind him. “Let’s surprise them!”

“Yay! Surprising them! I love surprises!” The little girl jumps up and down in her place. “What time do we go!? What time do we goooo!?”

“After dinner you little cutie.” Mina smiles at the younger Bakugo’s sudden shift in mood. “We cooked your favorite Tonkotsu Ramen!”

“AH! TONKOTSU RAMEN TONKOTSU RAMEN!” Hikari wiggles her arms, slightly pushing the adults out of the way and runs out of her room, Sero catches up to her, only to find her sitting properly on the dining table. “I’m ready to eat now! Just waiting for all of you!” She shouts from outside.

“She’s absolutely fricking adorable.” Kaminari remarks. “But Kiri.. are you serious? We’re actually going all the way to a prefecture and bring her to her parents? Isn’t our job supposed to be keeping her here while they rest and relax in the onsen?”

“W-well... It’s not like we can do anything about it right?” Eijiro shrugs off Denki’s concern, holding on to a stress ball that Hikari had in her room. “She’ll be moping around and going back to overthinking about what her parents are doing right now. We’ll take her there and besides, once we do get there, (Y/N) and Bakugo already had a day’s worth of rest. And I think it’s time for us to take Hikari on a road trip and have fun with her!”

“Uncle Eijiro.. Aunt Mina... Uncle Denki... what’s taking you so long?” Hikari yawns and rubs her eyes, still holding on to her chopsticks. “The ramen is going to get cold...”

“Oh no! It is!?” Mina reacts quickly, taking Hikari’s hand and leading her to the table. “Let’s get there before Elsa makes it even colder!”

“NOOOOOO!! Elsa’s going to do that!? Whyyyyyy!?”

“Let’s just hope that this isn’t a repeat of what happened when we took her to the community pool.” Kaminari shakes his head, recalling the past event. “Bakugo almost killed us if it weren’t for (Y/N).”

“I don’t think it will. Besides, Sero and Mina will be with us, so the more the merrier!”

Oh and the merrier it was.

“HAKUNA MATATA! WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE!” Bakusquad along with Hikari, sing in unison. Bopping along to the iconic song from Lion King.

“IT MEANS NO WORRIES! FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!” Hikari belts out, the others clapping along to her singing, doing their best to hype her up

Kirishima was singing Timone’s lines, Kaminari was singing Pumba’s, Sero and Mina were the background vocals and and Hikari was singing Simba’s lines.

It was 6 am in the morning and they were finally on the road and on the way to a Hot Springs Resort in Chiba Prefecture, where you and Bakugo were staying in for the weekend.

Kirishima was driving the SUV that he immediately bought when he got his first Pro Hero paycheck, Denki was riding shotgun, and Hikari was seated at the middle squeezed in by both Mina and Sero.

Disney Songs were set to be played for the entire morning to tire out Hikari and so that she can sleep peacefully and rid Bakusquad of the slight annoyance they will receive when she asks “Are we there yet?” every 2 minutes.

Denki had unfortunately messed up the spotify playlist that Jiro had given him, and the piano opening of A Thousand Miles begins to play.

“OMG IT’S OUR SQUAD SONG!” Mina’s eyes lit up as soon as the well-known piano keys blared out from the speakers. “MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKING FAST, FACES PASS AND I’M HOMEBOUND!”

The iconic part before the chorus begins to play and the boys sing along, “AND I NEED YOU! AND I MISS YOUUU!” They shake their shoulders to the beat, and Hikari giggles along.

“CAUSE YOU KNOW I’D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I CAN JUST SEE YOU TONIGHTTTTT.” Bakusquad sings dramatically in unison, raising their hands up high and just vibing to the beat.

“Hikari-chan! You should totally hear your dad sing this! He loves this song!” Mina turns to the little girl who continued to laugh at how chaotic her aunt and uncles were being. “Really!? I want to learn it then so that Mommy and Daddy would know that I can be a singer too!”

The song ends and yet everyone else was still vibing. After the current song, the hype and the energy has died down and Hikari is fast asleep on Mina’s lap and her feet were lying on a pillow that was placed on Sero’s lap.

“She really is a spitting image of both (Y/N) and Bakugo. They’re really great parents.” said Sero, who wanted to break the silence and keep the atmosphere lively.

“My mind is still shook over the fact that Bakubro would turn so soft every time he’s in the same room as his daughter. It’s a complete 180 on his personality, and I really wanna tease him about it when we finally get the chance.” Kaminari interjects. “Do you think Bakugo would get mad when we arrive there?”

“Trust me on this guys.” Kirishima says casually, stepping on the gas pedal, as they go up the highway. “Bakugo won’t. In fact, I think both he and (Y/N) would be delighted to see their daughter travel for 180 miles just because of a misunderstanding.”

♡

“Suki-kun... do you think I should call up Mina to ask how Hikari’s doing?” You reach for your phone on the bedside table. “It’s 6 AM maybe Hikari forgot to drink her gummmy vitamins-”

“She’s going to be fine.” Katsuki murmurs in his bedhead voice, turning to your side of the bed to spoon you and nestle his head on your neck. “I trust Kirishima and the others.”

“This is surprising. You’re very casual about this now. What happened to your skepticism? Weren’t you too worried about how they were going to babysit Hikari after the pool incident?”

“To hell with that. If Hikari loves them, and they love her back just as much, might as well just roll with it. They’re my friends anyway and it’s better than Ilda scolding her for eating 4 M&Ms at 9 in the evening.”

You chuckle, holding his hands that were wrapped around your waist. “That’s harsh but you got a point. Although Hikari loves my friends and yours equally, they do think of Hikari as a little Bakugo so, they’re able to connect with her more.”

“What time do the private mixed gender hot springs open up again?” He grumbles suggestively and you giggle. “They open at 9 am. Should I reserve that time slot?”

“You should.” He growls but before you could even reply, he falls back to sleep.

♡

“WE’RE HERE!” Kirishima announces, waking Kaminari, Mina and Sero up from their sleep.

“W-what if this isn’t the right onsen?” Denki yawns, looking around to take in the view.

“I asked (Y/N) last night where they were staying. This is the place! She even gave me their room number for some reason.” Mina stretches her arms then pats Hikari on the forehead lightly. “Hikari we’re here...”

The little girl slowly opens her eyes, sitting up, then looks out the window.

“HOT SPRINGS! ONSEN!” She hastily tidies up her backpack and gets down the car as soon as Sero opens the door.

“Hikari-chan! Wait for us first!” Sero runs after her, making sure she doesn’t get too far.

“It’s 9 AM... I wonder if those two lovebirds are awake already.” Kaminari looks at the watch on his wrist, as he brings down their stuff from the trunk of the car.

“I looked this place up last night. It’s a family friendly hot springs resort, but it’s famed for it’s private mixed gender onsen. I wonder why though...” Mina mused, helping Denki out with bringing their stuff down.

Kirishima gets out of the car and bobs his head up as soon as he heard what Mina had said. He looks at Kaminari trying to tell him something through his stare. The mustard-haired man’s eyes widened when he realized why Kirishima was looking at him, then he turns to Mina who finally realizes what the mixed gender onsen meant.

“Oh.”

They enter the beautiful and lush resort, spotting Sero and Hikari who were sitting near the reception area, waiting for their reservation and for the rooms to be confirmed.

“Can’t believe we had to pay double the price for a standard room.” Kaminari pouts, whispering to Kirishima as the red-haired man hands him over the credit cards of each of his friends and then he hands it over to the concierge. He notices how excited Hikari looked and couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as the reservation was confirmed, Bakusquad and Hikari were able to check in immediately. Mina takes Hikari to her room while the three other boys were sharing their room with each other.

“Hikari before you can surprise your parents, you have to wear this Yukata first okay?” Mina helps fasten the bath robe on Hikari, but the little girl can’t help but be energetic and start dancing in her place. “Have you memorized the A Thousand Miles chorus already to sing to your mommy and daddy?”

“I have!”

Mina takes Hikari outside, the other boys were already out too and were wearing their bath robes.

“I saw (Y/N) enter this onsen. Maybe that’s where she and Bakugo are in? Should we take Hikari there?” Kaminari asks his three other friends, sipping on a fruit-flavored ramune, and handing one to Hikari.

“Yes please! I want to see Mommy and Daddy as soon as possible and then surprise them!” She sips on her ramune, looking at her aunt and uncles pleadingly, begging them to bring her there.

♡

“I could have sworn I heard Kaminari-kun’s voice outside.” You tell Katsuki, closing the screen door to the open air bath. You were holding a plate full of sliced Watermelon. Your robe was still on and you wanted to eat something first before getting in.

“Tch. Probably just your imagination.” Bakugo breathes a sigh of relief, slipping in further in the hot water. “I could get used to something like this every month.”

“Oh really?” You raise your eyebrow, and lick your lips. “Could you get used to-”

“If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us ByYYY?”

You jolt up at the sweet and all too familiar voice that was echoing from the outside. Before you could even react properly, someone knocks on the door to reveal...

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Hikari!?”

She jumps to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “I missed you so much! I thought you and Daddy were fighting that’s why you left!”

“Fighting!?” You look back and forth to Bakusquad then to your daughter. “Of course not! Why would we-”

“Uncle Sewo and Uncle Denki told me that you guys would always fight when you were in school! That’s why I thought that-”

“They did... what?” Bakugo’s tone becomes slightly irritated at the mention of Kaminari and Hanta’s name. The Bakusquad were about to face death and the consequences until...

“Oh! But! They also taught me a song today! It’s called A Thousand Miles! They said it was Daddy’s favorite!” She then turns to her father with such admiration in her eyes as she begins to sing the chorus. “Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles just to see youuu~”

“Nice one sunshine. Did you learn that for me?” He gestures Hikari to approach him, ruffling her hair as she kneels down to peck him on the cheek. “I did!”

“It’s your favorite song! So, I also traveled a thousand miles to see you and Mommy!”

“Not necessarily a thousand miles, dear. But you’re close enough! You still traveled to see us! Yay!” You clap at the genius remark your daughter had made. You turn to the Bakusquad, nodding your head at them and smile. “Thank you for taking care of Hikari and bringing her here just because she wanted to. We’ll see you later at lunch?”

“Of course! Of course!” Mina waves goodbye, a tired but loving smile formed on her face. “We had a fun time with Hikari and we just couldn’t help but bring her here. But, you have Kiri to thank for all of this though!”

“No, I shouldn’t get all of the credit. This is a Bakusquad group effort, if Kaminari and Sero didn’t slip and if Hikari didn’t misunderstand their words, then we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Kirishima cuts Mina off in a respectful way. He claps his hands together and pulls your other friends out of the room. “See ya guys later!”

“Thanks guys.” Bakugo nods generously to his friends. It was something he didn’t always do, but when he does, well, it’s worth seeing.

“Bye Uncle Sharkie, Aunt Pinkie, Uncle Sparkie and Uncle Spidey!” Hikari waves goodbye jovially, not realizing that she just called them the affectionate nicknames that she’s too embarrassed to say in front of them.

The four laugh at the little girl’s slip-up and they leave the hot springs in good spirits.

After that wonderful weekend, you explained to Hikari about why you’re taking a rest every month in the first place. She didn’t quite get the concept at first but after a little bit more of explaining, she came up with the idea that the two of you get four rest days in a month. One weekend just for you and Katsuki then the other weekend is for the three of you and if any of the Bakusquad or Dekusquad would want to come along.

It was the perfect agreement and if Hikari was going to grow up in an environment where she had the best aunts and uncles in the universe, then she’s going to grow up to be a great kid. Just like the adults in her life once were.

The End.

548 notes · View notes

neoculturetravesty · 4 years ago

Text

We met in online class - Last Part

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings: Strong language Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: And so it comes to an end, and let me tell you guys, I am not okay 😔 This is going to be a bit of a longer A/N, so please bear with me. If you’d like to get straight to the story, I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND, so feel free to click Keep Reading!

Lowkey, I had a bit of a meltdown as I typed the final words on this fic because I hadn’t realized how attached I had grown to the characters. This is the first time I wrote three different chapter openers before deciding on one, because I simply couldn’t believe it was goodbye after this.

These mofos had constantly been on my mind for the past two months and a half. I would spend most days thinking about where to take them and then bringing them to life at night, after my entire day was over. When I wasn’t writing, I’d make little notes about thoughts I had into the night about them so that I wouldn’t forget them when morning comes.

This was my first ever (and as of right now, my only) chaptered fic. I had no idea parting with it would be as emotional as it was. When I think back to when I first received the prompt for this, I had never even imagined I could write Renjun, let alone a series. But there was something in the prompt that had gotten my wheels turning. And I am so immensely glad that it did. There were days when I thought “Oh man, what have I gotten myself into.” Some days, the story would just flow. Other days, I’d keep staring at the blinking cursor not knowing what to type. But when I did, I found my emotions so deeply connected with the characters. I was happy when they were happy. I was sad when they were sad. So, parting with them is very hard to say the least.

But through this journey, I got to experience the joy of reading all of your reviews and comments and honestly, it made it all worth it. THANK YOU to every single one of you that read this story and waited on it and laughed and cried with it. You have made my life better in more ways than you can imagine.

In this moment, I want to thank 🍙 anon, because it was their prompt that put me in this mess in the first place. And so, it is only fitting that I dedicate the final part to them 💛

“Oh, we definitely need a picture together. How about here? I think this place would fit everyone.” Kim Doyoung looks about, finding a spot best suited for the photo he wanted.

“I think right there on the platform would be better. We could get everyone in two tiers.” his assistant suggests.

“You’re a genius. Let’s gather everyone. It’s not often that so many NCTU grads and students come to Midnight Arthouse,” Doyoung nods.

“How many of us are here, anyway?” Renjun muses. The assistant looks at her iPad, checking once again.

“I think there’s 23 of you. So, let’s definitely go for the platform.” she nods.

“Okay, then.” Doyoung claps his hands together once, “Gather everyone,” he says to no one in particular and walks ahead with purpose. Renjun and the assistant’s eyes meet and they smirk. Of course this was directed to the both of them. So, they set about to work.

As it would turn out, gathering 23 people from a charity event with art and food and drinks would be a bit of a task. But somehow, they manage to gather all alumni and current students on the platform in three tiers instead of two for a somewhat chaotic picture. There must’ve been something in the water at NCTU because none of it’s students could stand still for very long. They get maybe one decent picture and several in which someone or the other was moving or pulling a face.

His friends aside, looking around at the group, Renjun realized that he recognized nearly all of them. Yangyang and Hendery and the rest of their frat were here. As were the 127s, old and new. Renjun recognized them all, except maybe two boys, who didn’t seem to know a lot of the others either. When the pictures were done and the main events were over and the crowd had started to dissipate, Renjun finally walked over to the artwork to observe it up close.

Honestly speaking, watching the work with his own two eyes left no doubt in his mind that this artist deserved to be spotlighted like this. This work was in a league of its own. Watching it makes Renjun smile; because looking at it makes him think back to a few months ago when he was sitting in Kim Doyoung’s office, thinking of himself as some sort of a big shot. But the truth is, there was no way he had that caliber then, and there is no way he has that caliber now, though he was sure as hell working on it.

“This is the piece I lost the bid on.” Renjun hears a voice and he turns around to see Zhong Chenle’s father observing the art with him. Renjun bows politely and smiles under his mask,

“I mean, this is a remarkable piece. You have good taste.” Renjun acknowledges.

“What about you? Why isn’t any of your artwork displayed here?” he asks and for a while, Renjun smiles a bit nostalgically. He could’ve been here, had he made something for the Annuale. Had he just selfishly taken that shot. Then again, there would’ve been no real guarantees. Because Kim Doyoung was pretty particular in the people he chose, whether they were recommended by his family or not. Working with him closely in the last couple of months had taught Renjun that. It had also taught him how underdeveloped his skill was in the real world context.

“I guess I still have a long way to go.” Renjun replies humbly.

“Don’t we all?” Chenle’s father nods, “Are you working here at this establishment?”

“Um, I… I suppose I am. I am Kim Doyoung’s apprentice. He is my mentor.” Renjun nods.

“So I might see your work here soon enough, eh?” Renjun assumes the kind man is smiling under his mask because his eyes seem to be making the same shape as Chenle’s do when he smiles. So Renjun grins back.

“I mean… if I work really hard, I might get to shoot my shot in the next Midnight Arthouse Annuale.” Renjun fantasizes.

“Or maybe you’d get lucky like this young artist,” he points his chin towards the artwork.

Renjun smiles, “I would credit her luck, too if I hadn’t seen her work. But her talent is… it kinda speaks for itself.”

“Oh, no, you should definitely credit her luck. Talent isn’t enough. The stars have to align. Luck, talent, the right place, the right time. It all has to come together.” he says nodding.

Renjun considers his words. They seem to be coming from the wisdom of experience.

What if Renjun hadn’t received the phone call about his grandma back then? Well, then he probably would’ve made something lackluster and gotten rejected. Working with Kim Doyoung has taught him as much. It didn’t matter who had put a word in for him. At the end of the day, his work had to be outclass.

What if he had received the phone call and then still had enough time to submit something for the Annuale? Then he still probably wouldn’t have because… well, because of you.

What if he had gone ahead, regardless of you or his grandma and just made something and submitted it? Then he still would’ve been rejected. Because the truth of the matter is, he just didn’t have the caliber that artists associated with Midnight Arthouse did.

In that sense, Renjun supposes everything was in fact happening at the right place and right time now. Doyoung was mentoring him and he was getting better by the day. The stars were aligning for him. He knew it in his heart.

“Then I would wish that it all comes together for me, too.” Renjun says.

“When it does, young man, I’ll be the first one to bid on your work.” he says and Renjun doesn’t even have the time to react when he feels a presence breeze in his direction and invade his personal space.

Renjun doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is. He can tell by the way this body fits perfectly into his side. He can tell by how naturally his own body responds and just puts his arm around it’s waist.

“Oh man, I missed all of it, didn’t I?” you lament, as you loop your arms around his neck from the side instead of a hello.

“Not all of it. The guys just left but your brother and his friends are still here. Besides, you had work.” Renjun turns his head and looks into your eyes to reassure you. “Y/N, this is Chenle’s father.”

“Oh, hello!” you say cheerfully and respectfully bow and give you greetings. “It is so nice to meet you. Chenle looks just like you!”

“Yes, I’ve been told I’m a more handsome version of him,” he smiles then turns to Renjun, “And who might this young lady be?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. She goes to NCTU with us.” Renjun introduces you and you bow again. Oh, the thrill he got every time he got to introduce you as his girlfriend. Fuck, he’s pretty sure he’d never tire of it, even if it had just been a few months. The serotonin boost in his veins is strong and he gets the urge to squeeze you and hold you forever.

“Oh, that’s very nice. Come have a meal with us before we have to catch a plane back home, okay?” Chenle’s father invites the two of you.

“Oh, I would love to!” you say in your chipper tone before your eyes start darting around “I’m going to have to excuse myself for a little bit, I just wanna say hi to my brother.” you say and you politely bow before you start moving away.

“Babe, hang on…” Renjun says, holding you back by your hand. He brings his fingers delicately to the bridge of your nose and softly pinches down the mask over it so it sits more snugly on you. “There, it’s much safer now.” Renjun nods and watches the affectionate smile your eyes give before you move away. You looked so pretty today, even if you were just coming back from a four-hour internship. You were easily the most beautiful girl in this room, though Renjun suspected that you’d be the most beautiful girl in any room you entered.

Albeit sometimes, Renjun had to wonder if your talent or your beauty was greater. Because you had become the only junior in NCTU to land an internship at the SMK Trainee Drive. And now that you were a senior, you were somehow managing to keep your grades up alongside it.

Renjun, on the other hand, would find himself struggling with balancing his apprenticeship with his school work. So he knew firsthand how your discipline was something else altogether. Recently though, he had experienced a rise in his grades because you had been taking him on so many study dates that your organizational skills and motivation had started to rub off on him.

Renjun walks around the studio and the party and feels like it’s been too long till you’re finally back by his side.

“Love in the Time of Corona,” you read the title of an art piece displayed in front of you. “That was supposed to be our thing.”

Renjun laughs and has no qualms in looping his arms around your waist and finally pulling you into himself.

“I guess we should’ve realized then how un-novel the idea would become in a few months.” he comments.

“Un-novel is not a word, Huang Renjun.” you narrow your eyes at him.

Renjun laughs. “It is now,” he says and lets out a long exhale, “I missed you today.” he complains, though he looks down at you with warmth.

“Well, you’ve got me now. And you have me for the entire weekend.” you reassure him, your palms on his chest.

“Mhmm.” Renjun smiles and he wants to lean in to kiss you. But Kim Doyoung specifically had people assigned to walk around and make sure that everyone had their masks on when inside. “Also, we already have a thing.” he reminds you and winks.

You laugh, and say “I guess we do,” then let out a happy sigh as your eyes avert from his for a moment, taking in your surroundings. “Our Couple Thing should give you some ideas on what you can make when your work is displayed here in the 2022 Annuale. I won’t be late to that, I promise. I’ll take a day off from everything else in my life.”

Renjun's heart grows warmer still, and he’s sure his eyes reflect what he feels, “How can you be so sure my work will be displayed in the 2022 Annuale?”

“I don’t know, Huang Renjun. I just have a feeling about you.” you say and Renjun can see you smile even if your lips are covered by a mask. Your eyes always smiled before your mouth did, anyway.

“Y/N L/N, I have a feeling about you, too.” he retorts.

“And what feeling would that be?” you raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a secret.” he says, but now he sees your pout, even if he can’t see your mouth because your cheeks have puffed up over the mask. It makes him laugh.

“You’re no fun.” you protest.

“I’ll tell you once we get out of here.” Renjun offers.

“Well, I’m ready to leave.” you jut your chin up. Renjun grins and offers you his arm. You grab it with your entire body and the two of you start walking out together.

You had plans for the weekend, after all. And Renjun was determined to keep you all to himself for once, with no one else demanding your time. Not your internship, not your assignments, not any of your friends, and especially not Lee fucking Donghyuck. He was finally going to take you away where it could just be you and him and nobody else.

This moment felt way too surreal to Renjun.

The campfire had simmered down from a glorious roar to a comfortable burn, giving off just enough heat in the cool of an early winter evening. The sky was in it’s fading moments, where the pink of the light was slowly turning to violets and the violets were slowly merging into darks.

Renjun remembered suggesting to you all that time ago that maybe you could go somewhere together. But now that he was here, he hadn’t imagined that the moment would feel as surreal as it did.

Because now the two of you are sitting in front of your tent by the fire, entwined in one another. You’re sitting between his legs, arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek inside his padded jacket while he supports your head on his arm and kisses you.

He’s holding you in his arms and kissing you and everything seems so perfect that for a moment, he has to pull away to watch your face and wonder if all of this was real. And though there is a gentle smile on your face, you’re not opening your eyes much. Because you know full well that Renjun’s lips would be back on yours in no time. So you play with his hair as they fall to his forehead and when he kisses you again, you press up into him so he would wrap his arms around you and hold you tighter. He does and he rubs his hands up and down your back and attempts to close his jacket around you.

“Are you cold?” he asks lovingly. You shake your head.

“No. I just want to crawl inside you.” you say, like it’s the most logical thing to be said.

“Creepy.” Renjun remarks but holds you closer still.

“You should be happy you haven’t seen my collection of your hair clippings.” you quip as you nip into the skin of his neck.

“Oh, sweet. That rivals all your used tissues I’ve kept in my shrine at home.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” you coo at him and then lean up to kiss him some more and he laughs. But soon, he pushes the arm that you were using like a pillow up so your face would be closer to his and he could kiss you as deeply as he was truly craving.

The two of you keep kissing like that till the sky is dark. It was an odd sort of trance, being so lost in one another that neither of you cared about what time it was or how long you had been sitting here, wrapped up in one another. Your phones were zipped away in your bags and you hadn’t checked them even once since you had parked your camping van and set up your tent. It was a slow, peaceful sort of bliss, just sitting by the fire and kissing and kissing with nothing else on your minds but being here like this with one another.

“Renjun?” you say, your voice sounding like it was returning from a deep thought.

“Hmm?” Renjun asks as he combs your hair away from your pretty face.

“You know, I learnt today that a cactus can live anywhere between 10 and 200 years.” you tell him, idly tracing the birthmark on the back of his hand.

Renjun leans in and presses long into your lips. “Yeah?” he replies and watches your face. It seemed hazily focused, like it was trying to catch onto a faraway thought.

“I also learnt that it can take up to 30 years for a cactus to bear flowers.” you say in an introspective, wistful tone.

Renjun looks away to hide his smile. Oh God, you were so cute. “Yeah?” he says again, but it’s getting more and more difficult to keep a serious face.

“Sometimes, a cactus doesn’t flower at all.” you say and then you turn your head to look at him like you’ve resurfaced from your thoughts and are now in the moment. Renjun’s grin grows wider. “Renjunnn…” you whine and so he has no choice but to tenderly hold your cheeks in his palms and stroke your hair.

“What?” he chuckles.

“You said you’d think you’re worthy of my forgiveness when the cactus bears flowers.” you whine again and Renjun has to plant a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Is that what I said?” he chuckles some more and then leans in to kiss the anxious realization away from your lips.

“Renjun.” you pout and Renjun laughs and takes his beautiful, whiny, kindhearted girlfriend in his arms and hopes that his hold could chase away all the worries from her pretty, brilliant mind.

He kisses you because his heart can’t bear it any longer. How did he manage to hold a heart like yours in his hand?

Renjun feels an indescribable amount of happiness. Like he wasn’t sure that you were really here with him, in his arms, all for him to hold, with no worry or burden afflicting him. The happiness is so immense and so incredible and so heavy that for a moment, he feels it suffocating him. He wonders if he deserved this kind of happiness.

But right in the next moment, he stops himself. He knew how easy it was to relapse into those tempting, lonesome thoughts. But if there was anything that therapy was teaching him, it was that of course he deserved happiness.

Though right now, holding you in his arms, this happiness was choking him. He felt like his heart was swelling and pressing against his lungs and his chest couldn’t bear it and he could no longer breathe.

“Y/N…” he exhales, holding you back so he can look at your face and you could look up into his. He pauses to gather another breath. Then, he just says it. “I love you.”

And doing so does the trick. He feels his chest slowly getting lighter, because this is what it had been bursting with. Now, he’s told you. Now, it can be unburdened.

You look up at him and there is nothing but a sparkle in your eye, and tenderness in your smile. For a while, you say nothing, just looking upon his eyes like that. “Thank you.” you finally whisper back at him.

Renjun pauses for a moment. But then, he relaxes. This was okay. You didn’t have to say it back right away. Renjun was ready to give you as much time as you needed. So he presses his lips into your forehead once again till he feels you laughing against him. He pulls back in confusion and you grab at the lapel of his parka.

“Huang Renjun…” you say and he looks back at you with uncertainty, “... I love you, too.”

And Renjun can’t help it if he kisses you too hard. He can’t help it that he’s squeezing you too tight. He wouldn’t care if the night brightens back into morning and the morning fades back into night. He was going to hold you just like this for the rest of his life.

So he lays you down and kisses you deeper, like he wanted to make up for all the time he had lost. All the time in his life when he hadn’t known you. All the time he had known you and didn’t let himself have you. He was going to make up for it all. And as he zips the tent up and shields you from the rest of the world, he wonders if he could spend all of his days just like this. Holding you and loving you and knowing that you loved him back; and if he could, today was a damn good day to start.

The fire slows to a simmer till all that’s left are embers that keep being carried away by the breeze. But the two of you remain inside, in your own world, happy that you had found one another, happy that you could finally have one another. Happy that you could hold one another and say that you loved each other and have nothing in the world hold you back, not now, not ever.

You were Y/N and Renjun, Renjun and Y/N, two names that were forever intertwined because that’s how people would call you now. You were the couple that belonged so perfectly with one another that people would wonder if you’d been together for years. And any time someone with a burning curiosity would come up to you and ask,

“So, where did you guys meet?” you would just look at one another, smile and say, “Well, we met in online class.”

~THE END

#renjun fic #renjun fluff #renjun angst #ficscafe #kpopscape #neowritingsnet #dreamwritersnet #huang renjun #renjun #nct fic #nct dream #nct #nct dream fic #nct fluff #nct angst #nct college au #renjun x reader #we met in online class

377 notes · View notes

boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

Text

Amoreena | Chapter Three

Chapter Three

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 2.8k

from the beginning <3

Y/N set him up with a pair of her father's old pyjamas, giving him a spare room to sleep in for the night instead of the couch, she figured he'd need privacy in the morning and not a 7-year-old attacking him at the crack of dawn. He was so grateful for their day together, hugging her goodnight and slipping away into the room to think about everything.

He took a moment to just sit on the bed, looking around at how she decorated. It was pretty plain, just a bed and some light green walls. Books gaining dust in the corner, clothes and blankets folded on top of the dresser against the wall, the only personality was the photo on the night table and the quilt on the bed.

There was a reason it wasn’t used anymore. The photo on the table was of her grandparent's wedding, it was black and white and older than him. They looked happy and in love, her grandmother was a spitting image of her, no wonder they were so close.

It made him feel a little emotional to know he was in this room. The memories it had with her, the connection to her grandma that she clearly wanted to keep. Otherwise, this room would be used for something other than housing the man they met at the park for a single night.

She was trusting him in this space, leaving him alone for the night to deal with his brain on hyperdrive, giving him the opportunity to stare at the ceiling as he remembered the day in glorious detail.

Drifting off into a peaceful slumber quicker than he figured he would.

—

He awoke to the feeling of someone holding his face, the soft touch of flesh on his cheeks. He fluttered his eyes open into the early morning sunshine, “good morning cutie,” Y/N whispered.

“Am I dead?”

She smiles as she laughs, leaning down to press her forehead against his shoulder, he wraps his arms around her on instinct, holding her as close as the night before.

“You looked like an angel,” he whispers an explanation.

She pulled back then, returning her hand to his face as she looked at him, “you’re beautiful in the mornings too.”

“What time is it?”

“7:30,” she confirmed with a small smile. “Amoreena is feeding the baby goats with her poppy, she’ll be in for breakfast in a few minutes if you want some cereal. My grandpa’s stuff is in the closet if you wanted something cozy, it’s a foggy one out there.”

He was so in love with her at that moment, nothing but happiness and wonderful words left her mouth. She was more euphoric to him than any drug, rushing more serotonin to his brain than any one-night stand managed to do, and he hasn’t even kissed her yet.

He noticed then she was in her pyjamas, a cute nightgown like his own mother would wear when he was a kid. Cows jumping over the moon displayed on the chest, it was adorable. She was everything to him.

“I’ll see you downstairs?” She says as she stands, removing her hand from his face as her fingers lingers on his skin, he didn’t want her to leave.

“Yeah,” he smiled, watching her leave as he sat up.

He put his slacks back on making sure he had his lactose pills in the pocket, a red sweater from the closet and a brown ranch hat. Wanting to fit the part of Farmhand while he was with them, and to see if it would make Amoreena laugh at him.

He kept a travel toothbrush in his satchel for times when he was sleeping in places he didn’t belong. Using the bathroom and making himself look as presentable as possible, he really, really wanted them to like him enough to keep him around.

Y/N was packing Amoreena’s lunch in the kitchen when he finally wandered in, taking a moment to look at what he was wearing. She smiled at him, placing her hand on her heart, “My grandpa loved that hat, you look great.”

“Thank you,” he says softly as he takes a seat at the counter, watching her carefully cut the crust off a sandwich.

She has a special sandwich cutter, pressing it into the bread and revealing the two dinosaur-shaped halves. Putting them in a little baggie and adding them to her pile of healthy snacks in Amoreena's lunch box.

“You’re the best mother,” the compliment rolling off his tongue without his permission.

She blushed lightly, “thank you, I try.”

Like a herd of elephants, Amoreena was running up the porch steps and swinging the door open, causing the chimes to bang off the wood before it eventually smacked the house.

“Gentle!” Y/N called down the hallway, “don’t get mud on the floor.”

Amoreena took her boots off neatly, hanging up her coat and cowboy hat before joining Spencer at the counter. “Good morning, Spencer!”

“How’s the kingdom this morning?” He asks out of pure curiosity, greeted with the purest response from her.

Amoreena’s eyes lit up like she didn’t expect him to believe in her fantasy world. What she didn't know was how easy it was for him to call this the kingdom, a far off land of true freedom and happiness. It was a little perfect world that didn’t feel real to him yet.

“It’s great, you’re so nice,” she sighed, laying her head on the counter. “Can I have some lucky charms?”

Y/N smiled, “sure, you know where all the bowls are big kid.”

Amoreena stormed around the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and spoons, not asking if Spencer wanted any but placing a bowl in front of him any way. “You need breakfast, it’s important.”

“Of course, Lady Amoreena,” he said softly, digging the pill from his pocket and placing it on the placemat. “Can I have something to drink?”

“Orange or apple?” Y/N smiled, opening the fridge door and waiting for his choice.

“Orange, please.”

“See,” Y/N looked at Amoreena, “even adults use manners.”

It made him laugh as she rolled her eyes at her mother with a fake sigh. It was nice to see that they had a mutual respect that was strong enough to play around like that, It was admirable to see them be friends, not just family.

“I’m going to get changed for the day,” Y/N announced then as Amoreena got situated back at the counter. “Be good, shout for me if you need me.”

Then it was just him and Amoreena eating cereal in silence.

She picked out all the marshmallows first, eating them before the cereal, and then finally drinking all the milk from the bowl, he has never seen a kid eat that fast.

“Was it good?” He laughed to himself, watching her wipe her mouth on her pyjama sleeve.

“The best,” she smiled back at him. “Are you going to be here a lot?”

“I don’t know yet,” he was honest. “But I’d like to be.”

“It would be nice, I've never had a dad,” she said it like it was nothing. Like the weight of the words weren’t supposed to knock the wind out of him.

“You know,” he speaks before he even thinks it over. “I never had a dad either, my mom raised me all by herself. She's my best friend in the whole world, she is the reason I love books and why I love the world, you’re lucky to have someone who has a heart big enough to love you for both parents.”

“You’re lucky too then,” she smiled back. “But you’d still make a good dad regardless.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, smiling softly as she put her bowl away and ran up the stairs.

—

Amoreena gave him a big hug at the bus stop, waving to him from the window as he stood with Y/N at the end of the driveway, his phone non-stop vibrating in his back pocket trying to take him away from the most perfect moment in his whole existence.

He finally looked at it when the bus pulled away, 8 texts from Penelope and 4 calls from Derek. It looks like they all knew he quit, and they want to see if he was okay. He sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket, taking Y/N’s hand instead, walking back to her house.

“I called to take the day off when I was changing, told them Amoreena got me sick,” she says lightly as she bumps her shoulder into his.

She was now wearing a light green sundress, it flows in the breeze as she walks, stepping in front of him to skip lightly, twirling around as they walk, she makes him smile uncontrollably. Then she’s letting go of his hand and running off into the field, Spencer chasing after her cautiously. Rubber soles of his shoes slipping on the dewy grass as he follows.

There’s an open field behind the barn, cows wandering around the far edges as the fog starts to settle its war with the sunshine. She stops then, catching her breath and waiting for Spencer with an arm out for him to walk into her embrace.

Holding him in the sunshine in the middle of her kingdom.

“Whatever the light touches is yours,” she whispered the words from the lion king, “If you’d like to be mine?”

He wanted to answer, but his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing against her hip. She reaches into his pocket and takes the phone out, answering it without breaking eye contact.

“Ex fed, Spencer Reid’s phone,” she smiled.

“who is this?” A males voice asked.

“Spencer’s girlfriend,” she answered, “he’s fine. If you’d like to see for yourself and join us for tea in the garden?”

“Um, sure, you’re at some farm right?”

She looked at Spencer confused, “yes?”

“We’re pulling up now.”

“What?” Y/N turned around as she noticed the line went dead, a car rolling down the driveway and following the path all the way towards the barn.

“FBI remember,” he laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she leaned in and kissed him softly, he held her there for a moment, knowing his friends would be staring at the display of affection they were putting on.

He almost wished he could have seen it from their point of view. How she pulled him in, dipping under his hat, holding his cheeks in her hands as she pressed her lips to his softly. The view behind them was impeccable, the fields of wheat blowing in the early sunlight as he held her hips.

When she pulled away he could swear he saw a halo around her head, smiling at him with love in her eyes, matching his own. He pushed his hat up as he rested his forehead on hers, “I’ll be yours.”

“I figured,” she smiled, taking his hand and walking with him towards his friends.

“Hi,” he waved at them.

“What has happened in the last week since we’ve spoken?” Derek didn’t skip a beat, holding his arms out as he shook his head.

Penelope rushed around the car towards him, “why did you quit?”

“I’ll go put on some tea, meet me out back?” Y/N said softly, tapping his shoulder as she slipped out of his grasp and passed them all.

“I can’t do it anymore and you know why,” Spencer whispers. “I’m done, Derek, I need a life, a family, something to make me actually want to get up in the morning before I whiter away to nothing.”

“Okay,” he nods, reaching out to pull him into a hug, “you deserve that.”

Penelope hugged him too, the both of them wrapping their arms around him in the middle of Y/N’s land, he knew they’d understand. He just wish they all didn’t have to feel like this, like he was letting them down.

“Come on, you’re going to love Y/N,” he changed the subject, fixing his hat again as Derek laughed at him.

“Since when did you want to be a farmer?” Penelope teased him.

“Cowboys are like FBI agents right?” He smiles, leading them towards Y/N’s backyard. “Um, seriously though, I met her at the park on Saturday.”

“It’s Monday…” Derek added in a concerned tone.

“I know, it’s insane but we’re both tired of waiting for the right time, so we’re making it the right time, she has a kid and a life and she works at a library, she’s calm and beautiful and everything I need,” Spencer explains, stopping abruptly so that Y/N wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Fuck it, y’know?”

Derek’s face lit up, Penelope shook his arm as she giggled, “yes! I support this, fuck it and be happy.”

“Way to go pretty boy,” Derek patted his back, “I always knew you’d do it.”

It was nice to introduce them, Y/N sat close to Spencer as she learned all about the last 15 years of his life. Funny stories like the time they scared him in the dark at a crime scene, how nervous he used to be, even showing Y/N photos of him from over the years with the weirdest haircuts, she couldn't believe how cute he used to be. Gushing to his friends about how perfect their weekend together had been so far.

He got to know her more than too, learning with Penelope and Derek as she shared parts of her life. She was only 35, she actually has 7 siblings who have so far produced 4 nephews and 11 nieces for her, Amoreena being the oldest of the bunch. She’s lived here since she was a baby, born in the room she sleeps in actually.

Her whole life existed in this kingdom full of love and life. She had a huge family and enough love to keep it growing forever, it was her perfect world and now it’s his too.

It was the best morning of his life, watching his best friends and the women he knew was going to become the love of his life, mingle so gleefully. They were all free now, living in the real world where things were good and happy.

He wanted to stay there forever, but they decided to head out around 9:30, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone in the backyard finally. He turned his phone off then, tossing it onto the table and pulling her into his lap.

“I think we need to talk about this,” he said softly.

“About what?”

“How it’ll work, the rules for me being around Amoreena, I don’t want to jump right into stepdad mode and piss you off or be too distant and make you think I don’t want to be here,” he worried out loud. Giving her a glimpse into his mind and how it worked.

“I don’t mind you falling into the role of her father, you are a lot like Steven,” she looked at him softly as she spoke, her fingers trailing along his jaw lightly.

“Her father?”

“I tell people that yeah, but I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, not a care in the world about who he really was.

“You’re a literal ray of sunshine,” the words fell from his tongue.

“I don’t like being unhappy, so I choose not to be,” she admits, biting the inside of her cheek as she smiled at him. “And I think I’d be the happiest with you.”

“I'm glad you feel it too,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers again, softly as the first time.

“I’m also scared,” her words touch his lips ever so softly, “I’ve already lost too many people, please don’t leave me.”

“My girlfriend died in front of me,” the words are harsher than he expected them to be. but she had to know that he understood. Loving someone, planning a life with them, and watching them get ripped out of existence is the hardest thing someone could recover from, but they were doing it.

She pauses, “so you know what it’s like?”

He can only nod, “I understand wanting to keep something special and safe and failing.”

“Seconds are just as good as firsts," she whispers, leaning in close enough to kiss him. Resting her forehead against his, "if not better because you value what it can become.”

“I’m falling in love with you,” he announces without a second thought.

“Good,” she finally kisses him, resting her lips against his lightly before speaking again, "because I think I fell in love with you a few days ago."

He can't help but kiss her again and again, holding her in his lap as he spread kisses over her face. Her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, the tip of her nose, both eyelids and finally her perfect lips. It's soft and gentle like the first one, holding him softly as their lips brushed together.

Kissing in the sunshine for as long as they wanted without a single distraction or care in the world. She was exceptional, her life was perfect, he was so unbelievably happy to be sharing it with her. To be granted access to the happiest place on earth, his own little slice of Heaven with the two angels that kept it running.

tag list: @shemarmooresfedora @spookyspence @spencers-dria

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena

189 notes · View notes