#u were almost there lovey i was on the edge of my seat

[eclipsewxtch]

I need to talk about Evan, I'm going insane.

I first thought that I should wait more chapters and collect more data, but I have so many hypothesis! Maybe in the next chapter where you said it will be more Showstagg we'll gain more information on this mysterious character.

I have two hypothesis, one of them has it's holes but the man was only mention 3/4 times, we'll have to work with what we have

Evan is the equivalent of Eric Knox

This theory bases himself only on the surname joke on chapter 2, which I didn't get it. First I thought it was a play word or something and I didn't understand because english is not my mother language, but then I watched the movie and everything made a lot more sense.

“How do you like your new identities?” She asks with glee, clearly finding this too amusing. “Dylan Knox?“ Griffin groans, “Really?” Donna raises her hand and looks at her manicure, delicate and gentle. “It works, doesn’t it?” “It’s obvious, is what it is.”

In the movie Eric plays the apparently good guy who after sleeping with Dylan revels that he actually was the mastermind.

So I was thinking that maybe Griffin reluctance to believe in Billy liking him was because something like this happen in the past before? Like, in a mission he got close to Evan/someone only to later be revealed that he/they were part or at least weren't so innocent as they look.

Billy leans closer, the tall asshole, “I like you.” “No, you don’t.” Griffin says in one fast breath. “Yes, I do.” “You can’t!” Billy raises a brow. “How can’t I?” “You just can’t.” “Well, too late,” He smiles, genuine, “I do.” “You,” Griffin swallows, “You’re lying.” “I am not.” Griffin scoffs, “This isn’t fucking funny. It really isn’t.” He leans against the door.

But this theory has a lot of holes in it, because it wouldn't make sense for Griffin to keep contact with someone that wasn't on their side, or that made him feel betrayed somehow.

“Did you text Evan today?” Finney asks easily, because this was the first time Griffin didn’t type out a goodmorning text on his phone after making their coffee. Griffin sinks in his seat, “I… I didn’t.” Well, that’s why Griffin is off today. “Why not?““I got…” Griffin pauses, breathing deep, and then trying again. “I’m…” “Scared?” Finney offers, because Griffin has trouble articulating what he feels and means sometimes. Griffin’s eyes widened, “Terrified.”

And also, this theory would contradict Evan bring scared of Griffin's job, because if he was used to dirty work or something like that, then he wouldn't be put off by Griffin's job. But maybe it's not the job that scares him, and yes the possibility of Griffin getting hurt/killed.

"About what? Evan would be so proud of you.” Finney tells him, “You should text him to let him know about the case.” Griffin’s hands shake. “What if… What if he’s not? Evan’s always been scared of all this.” Yes, well, Evan never went through proper training and Evan was never Griffin, but Finney can’t articulate that without sounding dick-ish. Evan is allowed to feel a type of way, but this is Griffin’s life. And Griffin gets to choose what he does with it.

2. Evan is in their line of job, but not a agent

Maybe that's why Evan can know about Griffin going o a case? Because in my head that would be like... something you don't go telling people about?

Maybe him and Griffin study together in college, or he is their co-worker. A mortician like Griffin? Or something like that.

That can explain the lack of proper training, I guess, because he's doesn't work on missions. But he does work on a lab or a office in the FBI

Or maybe he just a common civilian, idk

His relationship with Griffin

I'm guessin they're in a situationship, or like, are in love with eachother but to afraid to talk about it and officially become boyfriends.

If they are dating, then I feel bad about Evan because his man is getting a little too invested in Billy's flirting. And it wouldn't be cool of Griffin to be cheating, as he often describe as a loyal type. But... maybe BECAUSE he's in a relationship he's so conflicted and guilty about this relationship with Billy/Paperboy.

This train of thoughts looks like someone guilty about considering cheating, or like, feeling their conscience heavy because they are desiring someone that's not their partner.

Griffin has the strangest urge to just— And he won’t. He won’t do it. He can’t do it, it’s already weird enough he’s letting it go this far and he’s just… He can’t do it.

There's also the possibility that it's a one-sided crush of Griffin, because we got feelings confirmation from his side, we don't know how Evan feel about him.

(It’s nothing like how he felt with Evan. Nothing close to that thump-thump-thump of his heart, and his burning cheeks, and he giggles. That’s how he knows it’s not love.)

If they text good morning everyday, then at least they're good friends. Whether they are lovers, boyfriends, friends, exes, we will only find out later.

(Pls give me something, a hints, a little spoiler, I'm almost beggin /hj)

Thanks for reading through this, loved the new chapters! Take care! I'm coming back if you want with more theorys about other characters, I just really love Griffin, he's my bbg

i hate to say this my love😓 but neither theory is correct! you were SO SO SO CLOSE THERE THO LIKE RIGHT THERE FOR A SOLID FIVE SECONDS

[pinkwright]

this whiskey got me feeling pretty | shuri udaku.

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pairing — ex!shuri x ex!y/n

trope — exes that can't (or won't?) move on

inspo — higher by rihanna & love drought by beyoncé

warnings — drunk!reader. patient, soft!shuri. theyre both hurting. reader is a bit unfair to shuri. in my head this isnt the first time shes done this. toxic relationships if u squint hard. they still love each other. angst. fluff if you squint then wear glasses too. riri is mentioned (let's pretend that shuri messaged her before they left okay). readers kind of a mess okay. shuri's thoughts are shown too.

a/n — this is for valentine's day but it's not even lovey like that my bad yall blame rihanna n beyoncé for making me replay these album over n over. anyway enjoy ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn

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i wanna go back to the old way but i’m drunk instead, with a full ashtray. with a little bit too much to say.

the bass reverberating through the walls makes you dizzy, the world feels like it’s spinning under your feet, and the flashing lights make it difficult for you to focus. the braids are slipping out of the messy bun on your head, laying heavily on the heat of your skin, adding to the heaviness in your heart that was lifted temporarily by the drinks and making it settle heavier than before.

suddenly, the steady pump of music isn’t freeing, it’s suffocating, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you blink hard, your emotions flowing out so quickly that it knocks you off-kilter. the rush of your heart in your throat forces your words to strain, “hey ri, think i’m gonna step out for a second,” then you’re avidly shaking your head at her, pulling her into a hug when she makes a move to follow you out, and the action slightly quells her worries, “no, no, you stay, i just need some air.”

the hesitant nod of her head compels you to send her the best reassuring smile you could manage, your head clouding in a way that makes you panic, needing to get outside quickly. you push your way through the sweaty bodies, your skin crawling in overstimulation as you finally step out, the cold breeze brushing against your skin when you walk to take a seat on a nearby bench.

you bring your hand up to press against the ache in your chest, feeling the oncoming of what you know is a panic attack, and close your eyes as you hold your breath, counting to ten slowly. the haze in your mind doesn’t lift but it settles enough to push you to do something you know you would never dare to do sober.

“…s’thandwa?”

and her voice makes a lump form in your throat, she sounded hesitant, and worried, her shock ringing warning bells in the depth of your spirit. and maybe it’s because you’ve downed a little too many cups of whiskey, or because she carves the edges of your usual strong, independent self, into the soft, open, and vulnerable side of yourself, but you find yourself standing on the defense.

“you piss me off so much, do you know that?” your voice is trembling as you continue, “why can’t i hate you, shuri? i want to lie to you and tell you how much of a fucking ass you are or how much i don’t miss anything about you or how much i don’t fucking think about you,” the harsh words lack bite and conviction as the lump in your throat crawls out of your lips, and your voice is breaking on a sob.

"but i can’t, i can’t because i can’t see past my devotion to you. and i know, i know i could be more creative and tell you poetic lines but i just miss you.”

the line is silent as you sob pathetically, the loud thumping of the club behind you doing little to dampen the sound of your heartbreak and you feel pathetic, after all, you were the one to end things with her. the sound of her letting out a shaky sigh reaches your ears, and you can almost see the anguish that makes itself present on her delicate features, but still, still she manages to speak softly to you, her voice tender and soothing.

“don’t move, okay? i’m on my way.”

the words ground you in a way, the raging pump of your veins quelling, the harsh beat of your heart recognising the object of its affection, but your body still aches in longing. you mutter out a quiet agreement when she prompts you to respond, and time seems to warp in your head as you wait, your eyes stuck on the beads as the call continues silently minus the sounds of shuffling and the gentle hum of shuri’s car.

you’re still staring at the device when you hear the opening of a car door, both through the device and near your seated figure, you don’t look up even as a body, her body steps in front of you. she sighs before crouching before you, her hands moving to rest on your cold thighs before pausing in their journey and opting, rather, to gently pry the beads from your tight shaking grip.

you don’t look at her. even as she tenderly grips your triceps to pull you to stand, nor as she seats you in her car, carefully strapping you in, the car is warm and silent as you look at your hands. the tears silently track down your cheeks as your body trembles from anxiety and the guilt you've been ignoring pushes at the forefront of your mind, taunting you.

she’s driving fast, not that you would notice, aching to get you somewhere safe, to, once again, be that pillar of comfort she was to you. and shuri's hurting, hurting because she knows you're trying, trying to care for her by keeping your distance, but you're still caught up in your permanent emotions, stringing her fragile self along with the dainty hope you spit at her over and over again. and the idea sends shuri into a daze, feeling like she's everywhere but nowhere all at once.

once you reach her apartment, she’s pulling your unresponsive figure through her door and moving to seat you on her messy bed, the action snaps you out of your dissociative state though you still feel like you're floating in the air. your eyes slowly raise to find her shifting through her wardrobe, clearly looking for something to dress you in, and your lips part before you can think, the alcohol in your system giving you courage, “shuri, i…”

you trail off as she tenses, her movements stuttering before her hands tightly clench around the articles of clothing, turning around with an unreadable expression on her face, and coming to stand before you. she reaches her free hand to tenderly grab your hand, pulling you to the bathroom and your legs feel like lead as she places the clothes on the closed toilet before her hands drop to your waist, hesitant like she has been all night, lifting you to sit on her sink where she moves to stand between your legs, reaching for items to clean you off with.

“i’m drunk with a little bit too much to say.”

the bluntness of your voice makes shuri pause in removing the makeup on your face, and for a reason beyond her, your words make her lips twitch in amusement before she continues her actions, throwing the cotton pad away, before she speaks and her voice is so soft and so loving, “you always have too much to say.”

once the words register in your hazy mind, your jaw drops in disbelief and offense, the slow blink you give her coaxes a soft chuckle from her, and the familiarity of the situation makes your stomach sink. her eyes are tender as they sweep over you, trying to cement in her mind that you were okay, safely within her reach, or at least physically within her reach, before she's guiding you off the sink, leaving you to get dressed.

her eyes had dropped to your lips, and she caught herself before she could place a tender peck on your full pout, her mind is reeling as she closes the door behind her, then the tears gather in her eyes as she sighs heavily, looking to the ceiling. her heart is violently clenching in anguish, you were so unfair to her, no matter how regal, or powerful she was, she was still human, and she wondered if you thought about that when you were playing your push-and-pull game with the strings of her heart.

as her hand tiredly slides down her face, she finds herself feeling lost in the middle of her bedroom, standing still like she had no purpose, no reason in the space that was once yours and hers. the door to the ensuite is clicks open and she’s schooling her expression, turning to face your meek figure dressed in her sweatpants and a large plain shirt. she lets her eyes fix on you, the same pain you bestowed upon her heart, lifting in your presence.

there are tears in your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself, and it makes shuri’s chest ache to see you like this so she slowly steps towards you, knowing how jumpy you get when you’re vulnerable like this, and lifts her arms to wrap around your shoulders as you let out a heart-wrenching sob, one that digs itself into her ribs, freezing the blood in her veins and she wishes she could hate you too.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry i hurt you, shuri.” your words are wet and remorseful, your tears staining her sleep shirt as your arms tighten around her waist so hard it makes it difficult for her to breathe, but shuri welcomes the embrace, knowing no pressure compared to the crack of her heart under the weight of your confession. she swallows thickly before responding, the tears blurring her vision as she moves to rest her chin on your head, her voice is shaky, tender, sewn with a deep seed of hurt.

“i know, i know you are, baby.”

her arms tighten around you as the term of endearment makes you sob harder, and she's pulling you closer as she walks toward her bed, her hands soothingly rubbing along your back as she gently deposits you onto her soft sheets. and everything she does to you is so tender, so soft, so gentle that it makes the guilt claw at your aching throat, and your arms tighten around her when she goes to pull away.

“please stay, please.”

the raw desperation in your voice makes shuri still for half a beat, her eyes shutting tightly before she hesitantly shifts to lie beside you, your arms refusing to let her get too far, using your close proximity to gently guide her hand to lay across your waist, then moving your arms to wrap around her shoulders, nuzzling into her neck like a lost puppy.

the room is silent, and shuri’s thinking about how much your love could kill her, how you try to kill her, and her head taunts her with the idea that you knew she would spend her life in the dark to give light to yours, planting seeds of doubts in her mind. when your hesitant voice cuts into her spiraling thoughts, she's tightening her hold on you to ground herself, “do… do you still love me?”

you sound small, and remorseful, your head digging into her neck like you’re embarrassed, and she can hear your heart rate speed up like you’re fearful, and it makes her clench her eyes tighter in pain, her lashes clinging to each other before she's exhaling a heavy breath, what did she do so wrong to have you, her lifeline, try to kill her?

“you know i do.”

and all the loving i've been giving goes unnoticed. it's just floating in the air, lookie there, are you aware?

ஜ

[survivingthejungle]

everybody wants to rule the world (ii)

(oh, finally it’s here bitch! u want some sadness?)

The next morning came and went smoothly, Genevieve continuing her typical routine of breakfast, walking Bambi and Tex, and then going to the gym to work out a bit and to keep her volleyball skills up to par. When she finally returned home it was already late afternoon, so she showered and made herself some lunch. Her aunts were off at their magic academy, and Ambrose and Sabrina were still out hunting for Herod's crown,  so Genevieve had the large Spellman house all to herself. After finishing her lunch and cleaning the dishes, she went to curl up on a couch in the family room to watch some TV before night fell and her family came home. About an hour into watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Ambrose burst through the front door in a hurry. "You being chased?" she called. 

"No time to talk, cousin," he yelled back down, rushing down the stairs to the basement, "I've got something very important to study!"

:Have fun," she responded, voice softened. She pointed her attention to Tex, who was seated at the end of the couch where she was relaxing. "Y'ever wish you were a witch, Tex?" Genevieve said to him. "'Cause I'd love to know what's going on right now."

A few minutes later, Sabrina came in, seemingly worn out from trying to keep up with Ambrose. "Hey," she said, "You wanna come with us to the carnival? We're leaving in a few minutes."

Geneveive's mouth opened but nothing came out; she wasn't sure what to say in the moment. "Ah-" she started, nervous. "About that… I think I'm going on a date with your friend."

Sabrina's brows furrowed and she smiled a little, confused. "My… friend? Which friend?"

Genevieve struggled again to find the perfect answer. "Mmh.. Uh.. Y- You know the one," she responded, vaguely. 

"Wh- Caliban?!" she yelled in awe, eyes widened once she realized to whom her cousin was referring. "The one who's trying to take my throne?!"

"Don't yell at me like that!" she defended herself, "He kept pestering me and bothering me and I wanted him to go away so I said yes!" Genevieve shouted back. 

"Why the Heaven was he so intent on it?"

"Beans, if I knew, I'd make it stop!" Sabrina sighed in defeat, setting down her purse and kicking off her shoes before joining her cousin on the couch. 

"Well, maybe it won't be the worst thing in the world. I mean, me and Nick and everyone else are gonna be there, so at least you won't be alone. Plus, I know he won't be looking for the crown if he's with you."

"I guess," Genevieve conceded, shrugging. "I just wanted him to get off my case. It's one date, okay? Just the one. I'm sure I can scare him off by the end of the night."

"Aw," Sabrina laughed, "Don't say that! You're a catch, ‘Vieve. Of course he wants to go on a date." "Are you encouraging this?" They both giggled. "Nah, it'll be fine. It's no big deal."

— 

Sabrina was already dressed and prepared to go out, so she waited in Genevieve's room while she changed into something other than her pajama pants and a large sweatshirt. "I can't believe you're going on a date with Caliban," Sabrina repeated, exasperated. 

"Ew, gross, don't say it like that," Genevieve called from the bathroom where she was changing and deciding whether or not she would wear any makeup. "You make it sound like a big thing."

"Sorry." Genevieve stepped out of the bathroom, with just a layer or two of mascara, some concealer, and a bit of blush on her cheeks and nose. She had also changed into a white dress with small navy polka dots and a washed out jean jacket. "So did he say if he would pick you up?"

"Um, you know what? I have actually no idea," she admitted, sitting down on the edge of her bed and putting on a pair of socks. "I guess we're meeting there. I don't know."

"Okay. Well, Nick and I are gonna meet up with everyone soon, if you want to come with."

"Oh, I'll be fine. But thanks, Beans. I'm gonna let Bambi out for a few minutes and feed everyone," Genevieve decided. 

"Alright," Sabrina said, getting up and leaving her cousin's room. "Well, we'll keep an eye out for you." "Thanks. See ya soon."

— 

Thankfully, it was not one of the nights she needed to feed Rhiannon, because Genevieve was not particularly in the mood to have to throw a live mouse into the ball python's tank. For Tucker, she went to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of blackberries, romaine lettuce, and snap peas, threw them on an old plastic plate and set it in his tank for him to munch on as he saw fit. She changed Pico's water and put a few chopped up grapes and strawberries in a small dish in his cage. She called for Bambi to follow her downstairs and let the dog outside while she put food in her bowl and got her fresh water. When Bambi barked at the door to be let in, Genevieve was startled to find Caliban standing there as well. "Oh. Hi, Caliban."

"You look a little surprised to see me," he observed. 

"Well, you did show up sort of unannounced," she told him, letting Bambi inside and allowing him in, as well. "I thought you'd just find me at the carnival."

"Sweetheart, I may be a demon," he smirked, "But I'm not completely without my manners. It would be disrespectful of me if I didn't escort you."

"Oh, respect?" she wondered, setting Bambi's bowls down on the floor and going to wash her hands. "I didn't know that was something you were worried about." There was a hint of mock doubt in her tone. He smiled a bit more genuinely at this. 

"There are a great many things you don't know about me, Genevieve."

"Well, then that makes two of us." Once she had slipped on a pair of shoes and made sure that she had a handful of cash in her pocket, she turned to face him directly and actually give him her attention. "We're stopping to get coffee first, because I'm about to fall asleep."

"Whatever the lady desires," he agreed. They both left the Spellman house, Genevieve yelling a goodbye to her cousin before shutting the door behind them. 

— 

"Can demons have coffee?" she asked as they stepped inside the small cafe.

"We can have anything we wish," he told her, "But I can't say I've ever tried the drink before."

"That's tragic. Do you want some? I'll pay." 

"There's no need to spend your money on me. I'm made of clay, I'll be alright."

"Wow," she said in mock wonder. "Do you have any other personality traits?" He smirked (which seemed to be his default at this point), and Genevieve rolled her eyes. She turned and gave her order to the barista, handing over a few of the singles from her pocket and going to wait at the other end of the counter for her drink. When Caliban wasn't right behind her like she was expecting him to be, she turned back and saw him ordering as well. He pulled out a wad of cash from his back pocket and her jaw almost dropped as he turned and gave her a knowing wink. "You did not just,' she muttered, clenching her teeth and lowering her voice to more of a whisper, "make that money!"

"And what if I did?" he asked, enjoying seeing her get riled up.

"That's terrible!" she chastised. "That's like… cheating."

He gasped. "Have I done a bad thing?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You may not care about doing bad things, but I do."

"As you wish," he conceded. Once their drinks were ready, they headed out onto the street and in the direction of the carnival at the edge of town near the forest. 

— 

Once they made it to the entrance of the carnival, Genevieve was on high alert for any sign of her cousin or her friends. "So, Genevieve Sawyer," Caliban started, "How did a mortal like you come to end up living with the Spellmans?"

"Well that's kind of personal," she told him, refusing eye contact. "My dad and Sabrina's mom were siblings. They took me in when…"

"When what?" he asked, voice soft and genuine. 

"Um, my dad… died, and I would have been put into foster care. But Hilda and Zelda offered to become my guardians instead."

"Well what about your mother?" he asked. He had a feeling he may have been crossing a line, but he decided to ask anyway. 

"Let's not talk about it," Genevieve shot it down. 

"I apologize if I've upset you," he offered. He seemed like he meant it.

"It's fine. You didn't know. I just… don't like to talk about it," she explained. She quickly changed the subject. "How's the coffee? Are you a fan now?"

He chuckled, taking a sip. "I'll admit it's not bad," he said, looking down at her, "But I'm still partial to the blood of the damned."

Her eyes widened and she grimaced. "Ew!"

He laughed at her expression. "I'm only joking, darling," he reassured, still smiling. She scoffed and nudged him with her elbow. 

"Not funny, you punk.” She took another sip of her own drink before continuing. "You don't really— "

"Of course not!" he exclaimed. "Must you always think the worst of me?"

She smiled playfully. "Well you don't give me much of a choice," she teased. The sun was beginning to set and the lights of the carnival became more vibrant as time went on. In the crowd of people, she spotted Sabrina's white-blonde head walking beside Nick. "Oh, look!" she pointed out to Caliban. Speeding up to them, Genevieve poked her cousin in the back, startling her.

"Oh! Hey, Geneieve!" she greeted. "Caliban."

"Your highness," he replied, bowing. Genevieve noticed a growing tension between him and Nick, and before things got out of hand, she interrupted. 

"'Sup, Nick?"

"Hey, Genevieve. How's it going?"

"Pretty good, I guess. How ya feeling?" she asked him, silently praying she wasn't stirring the pot. 

"Better, actually. Thanks to Sabrina." They smiled at one another as he put his arm around her shoulder. 

Genevieve didn't notice, but Sabrina did. When Nick wrapped his arm around her and made a lovey-dovey expression, Caliban looked longingly down at Genevieve. 

"Where's everyone else?" the older cousin wondered. Sabrina looked around. "Uh, Harvey and Roz are walking around somewhere. Theo and Robin are on the ferris wheel."

"Who's Robin?"

"New boy. They really hit it off." "Aw," Genevieve gushed, "I'm so happy for Theo! Good for both of them." She finished the last few sips of her coffee. "Where are we headed?"

"Carousel?" Sabrina offered.

"Yeah, I'm down. You wanna go?" she asked Caliban.

"I'll go wherever you decide," he answered.

She let out a small scoff. "How very noble."

— 

Something was off at the end of the carousel ride and Genevieve had no idea what it was. Caliban's entire demeanor had changed and when the ride ended, She decided to give Sabrina and Nick some space while she tried to figure out what Caliban was up to. She gently grabbed her cousin's arm. "Hey, we'll meet up with you guys in a minute," she muttered. Sabrina nodded in understanding. Once they were on their own again, she turned to Caliban. "Okay. What's up?" she interrogated. He was glancing around all over the carnival grounds, barely looking at her. She snapped her fingers in his face, gaining his attention. "Hello? What is going on?"

"Something's not right," he responded cryptically. "Someone's here who shouldn't be here."

"What does that mean?"

"It means it's not safe for a mortal to be here for much longer. You should go home."

She glared up at him, eyes narrowing. "Oh, you think you can just boss me around, now? What's your deal, dude?" Instead of giving a snide remark, he grabbed her face in both hands and looked her dead in the eyes. 

"Genevieve. I'm not joking. Or lying. You really need to leave."

"No!" she shouted. "You don't get to tell me what to do, you spoiled little jerk! I came to this stupid carnival to have fun with my friends. You're not ruining this for me." She sighed out an angry breath and shook her face out of his hands, stepping back. "What is your issue? First you pester me until I agree to give you the time of day, and then all of a sudden you want me gone?"

"I don't want you gone. I want you safe, believe it or not. You're upset with me now but you'll understand later. There's really no time to explain, sweetheart." He tried to grab her hand, his face sincerely apologetic, but she pulled away with a disgusted look on her face. 

"No. Don't touch me." She paused as if to say something else, but decided against it; turning away from him abruptly and storming off into the crowd. 

 "Genevieve," he called. "Genevieve!" But rather than turn around, she flipped him off and kept walking. 

— 

Genevieve had gotten halfway home before Herod's zombie showed up and attacked Nick and Sabrina. She was too far away to hear the yells from the carnival grounds, instead caught up in her own thoughts and grievances. Stupid piece of shit, she thought. I can't believe I let myself get played like that. Who does he think he is? 'Go home, Genevieve'-- Man, fuck off!

Meanwhile, her cousin and her cousin's boyfriend were fighting for their lives from an undead evil ancient king. They tag-teamed spelling him and beating him up with whatever they could get their hands on, but they were fighting a losing battle. Sabrina was thrown to the ground, and suddenly looked up to see the boy her cousin was currently pissed off at. "Caliban! Help me!"

"Beautiful as you are, I am tempted," he sneered. "No. I think not." His face dropped. 

"What about Genevieve?" Sabrina yelled at him.

"I've taken care of her. This crown is my priority." And without another word, he transported himself back to Hell.

— 

After Nick went back to the Academy, Sabrina strolled right into Pandemonium and up to the bastard who had played her cousin and cheated in their quest. He was smug, wearing the crown and strutting like he actually ruled the place. "What does my lady think?" he asked. "It's just temporary until I win the infernal crown, of course." Before he could get another word in, Sabrina smacked him. 

"We could have died!" she shouted. "Why didn't you help us?"

"Help you?" he repeated. "This is a competition. I was watching you. Closely. When I didn't have my eyes on that cousin of yours— "

"If you were watching me, did you know King Herod was coming for his crown?" Sabrina asked, ignoring his backhanded comment about Genevieve. 

"My lady, everyone knows King Herod is a guardian. I assumed you would kill him. … Or he would kill you." He swiped some droplets of blood from her tip. "Or perhaps, you would kill each other. A true monarch knows strategy." He then spoke up loud enough for the whole throne room to hear. "Now, you didn't answer my question! The crown suits me, don't you agree?" Sabrina right-hooked him so hard that the crown came flying off of his head. 

"The first round's yours. Enjoy it. It's the last one you'll win." He was desperately trying not to lose his pride. "And I swear, I'll slice your throat ear to ear before I let you have my throne." She seemed as if she was done, but decided to add one more thing. "And if you ever come near Genevieve again, I won't have to. Because she will."

— 

After Sabrina had showered the blood and grime off of herself, she threw on her p.j.'s and headed to her cousin's room. Genevieve was laying on her pillow pile in a corner of her room, cuddled up with a blanket and Tex laying on her chest. Bambi was snuggled up against her side. She had traded in her dress and jacket for sweatpants and an old t-shirt; she rubbed her makeup off half-heartedly and tied up her hair on him of her head. "Hey, Vieve," Sabrina greeted softly, slowly entering her room. "Hi," she muttered. "Your stupid friend is a piece of shit."

"He's not my friend. And I know he is. He cheated on the challenge tonight. Left me and Nick pretty much for dead just to get that stupid crown."

"I wanna punch him."

"Don't worry. I did. Twice," she winked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Let me get a few hits in next time."

"They're all yours." Sabrina then knelt to the ground and laid down on her cousin's free side, putting her chin on Genevieve's shoulder. "You gonna be okay?"

"I'm so mad at myself. I can't believe I let some piece-of-trash, lying, cheating, dirtbag play me." Sabrina said nothing, just rubbing her cousin's arm in an act of comfort. "If I ever see him again I'll hurt him."

"I know," Sabrina muttered. "You have every right to."

— 

While the rest of the Spellman household was preparing for the Hare Moon, Genevieve spent the day curled up in bed, cuddling with her cat and dog and reading books. At some point in the late, late afternoon, a familiar woosh of heat interrupted her lazy day. "How dare you," she began, setting her book down and picking up Tex, holding him close to her chest. "How fucking dare you show up to my house like you're wanted here." She stood up and walked closer to him, while he backed away from her rage-filled frame. "You complete jackass. You are such a piece of shit. You almost get my cousin killed? And you don't do a damn thing to stop it? You- what, you try to get on my good side, and seem so inconspicuous, just so you can spy on my family and cheat on that stupid fucking contest? And then you show up in my room the next day like this?!" She was shouting now. "Don't you even think of saying a God-damned word to me, Caliban! You skeevy little dirtbag!" She set Tex down on her bed so that her hands were free. "Get out of my room, get out of my house, get out of my life!" Genevieve threw her fists at him, hitting anywhere a punch would land. His chest, his arms, his face; she was going blind with rage. She continued moving toward him in her assault until he was backed up against her wall. The punches kept coming. "Genevieve, stop!" He shouted, trying to push her off of him. "Let me apologize— "

"NO!" she screamed. "Don't order me what to do! You don't get to apologize to me! This is beyond apologies! I don't give a fuck what you say to me, nothing will ever, ever cover this!"

"I know!" He screamed back. Her punches slowly stopped. "I know. Nothing I say will fix anything I've done."

"Then why are you here?!"

"No apology will ever be fit for you, but please, please let me say my piece anyway." She said nothing, so he continued. "I am, truly, genuinely sorry for betraying your trust. And I am sorry I left your cousin defenseless last night. There is no explanation I could give that you would see fit to accept. I will spare you the details of the reasons behind my actions. But please, Genevieve, please know that I never wished to cause you any pain. From the moment I met you, I never wanted to harm you. Knowing I have done so is the heaviest burden I will ever carry."

"Are you done waxing poetic now?" she asked, arms crossed, face void of emotion. He nodded slightly. "Good. Get out of my house."

"Gen— " She cut him off. "You have done enough, Caliban! Leave!" He looked at her longingly, with the saddest eyes she had ever seen, and conceded. 

"As you wish." He threw his arms up and was once again enveloped in a spiral of hellfire. When it dissipated, he was gone. In his place was a large, bright yellow sunflower. She picked it up apprehensively. Genevieve wanted desperately to throw it in the trash, or to stomp on it, or to shred it with a pair of scissors; in the end, she placed it gently on her desk and went back to bed, throwing the covers over her head and silently crying.

[rainbowshawn]

anyway. i always imagine sneaky sight seeing with shawn. finding the hole in the wall cafes, small bars, walking around in those parks that have the trees on either side creating an aisle and almost a covering. it's his off day and he rlly just wants to spend it with you, so you guys are trying to be lowkey and he's got a tight grip on your hand in case you guys need to make a run for it and just lots of giggles and him tugging on you to keep up with his giraffe legs

(cont) OOH sitting at this french inspired cafe,and he's sitting across from you but he's got a hand holding your hand across the table and his legs outstretched so he can slot yours between his and with your other hand you're stuffing your face with choc croissants and all kinds of pastries, occasionally feeding him bites while he sips his coffee with his other hand. when you go to feed him, he'll playfully nibble on your fingertips or try to be seductive and lick at them and end up bursting w/laughter. his phone ringing while you guys are out and as he reaches for his phone you start pouting at him bc it was meant to be just you guys and no work. you know no one else calls him and as soon as he picks up, he'll probs leave you for a bit. he motions 1 second and he picks it up all whilst you still pout at him. you try to detangle your hand from his but his grip tightens and he gives you his own pout. once he's done with his call, he pulls your hand and your body shifts closer to the edge of your seat and he uses his other hand to tilt your chin to him. his thumb presses into your pout and he leans closer to give you a sweet kiss, "i love you" and as you try to sit properly again, he doesn't let you go, "say it back" he'll whine and keep pressing little kisses all over your face until you let out a laugh in his face, "i love you too" you whisper. and he's satisfied, giving you another big kiss and stealing a piece of your pastries, "hey!" and he kisses u just to shut u up and you can taste the sticky glaze on his lips and there's nothing in the world that felt better than that moment right there. he lets you go and now you're both flushed from the giggles, kisses and the morning sun shining through the cafe. he gets the pastry with the glaze to take home because why not, he remembers the blush on your cheeks after that kiss and it was a damn good pastry. you both leave the cafe and go on a walk about, seeing the different buildings and pointing out the different things you guys see. you take selfies in front of fountains and take note of the places you should stop by when you have more time or on your way back. he's sending some of these to the groupchat he has with his fam and his mum is asking whether you're both warm and how you guys are. not having a photographer follow him around so when he wants a photo of the two of you in front of this beautiful setting with the sun creating the perfect glow, he refuses your offer to take it for him, insisting that you MUST be by his side in it. your suggestion of a selfie goes unheard as he approaches an older couple and asks them to take a pic for him and his girl by the ledge overseeing the water. he walks back with the biggest shit eating grin bc "HA! in your face, we're going to take this couple photo" and he's opening his arms wide to engulf you. he stands by your side holding you sooo tightly to him as the woman takes your photo. he thanks them and he goes through the photos with you. he scrolls a little too far and you see he has a photo of you stuffing your face with a choc croissant from earlier with a bit of choc on your cheek and it isn't cute but he literally melts when he sees it and "my gosh, could you get any fkn cuter" while you're standing there unimpressed, arms crossed bc "wtf that's so embarrassing! you better had not sent this to your mum, shawn or i'll literally kill you!! deleTE IT RN! pls" his phone's back in his pocket and he grabs your face with a hand on either of your cheeks pulling you in for a kiss then squeezing your cheeks. that shut you up alright, second time he's got you a lil speechless. he grins cheekily and slides his hand down to grab your hand and is on his merry way. you walk around and he talks your ear off, occasionally swinging your entwined hands up and giving your knuckles a kiss and he's got heart eyes when you do the same to his.

OH WOW THIS MADE ME S O F T. 

He’d be so preoccupied in making it feel normal for you. If he saw a group of people he thought would try to stop him, he’d drag you by your hand down some alternate path. Your giggles would fill the air as he tugged you along and you’d joyfully follow him anywhere. And sharing your food has just become routine for the two of you. You learned quickly that he was a human garbage disposal and he’d pick off your plate regardless of how much he ate themselves. Your chocolate muffins were anything but safe.

He knew the two of you needed a day to be just you. No distractions and no work. He felt so guilty as he picked up his phone, knowing your squinting look was just covering up your slight tinge of hurt in your chest. But when he pulled you in for a kiss after a call, you didn’t deny him. You never could. 

and that extra pastry he brings home? he’d end up giving it to you when you had cramps the next morning in hopes of cheering you up. The taste of the pastry just made you think of the taste of his lips and that beautiful moment in the quaint, hole in the wall cafe. Your smile wouldn’t fade off your face for the rest of that morning. 

And that picture!!! He’d even ask the lady to take a couple for you guys so it could be just right. She’d just chuckle lightly, telling you guys that you were ‘the definition of love’ while she snapped a few more of you and your cheeks would turn bright red, prompting him to press sweet little kisses to them. 

Once he got his phone back his eyes would settle on that very picture; your arms wrapped around his waist as his hands hold your face to his lips. You’re giggling wildly in the photo, nose scrunched up and cheeks bright and rosy, and he couldn’t love you anymore. The golden sun lit the photo perfect, mimicking the warmth the two of you shared for each other. He’d be speechless for a moment as you looked at the photo, needing a moment to catch his breath. 

“I cannot believe how lucky I got with you,” he’d huff, blinking his eyes in disbelief, “you make my heart stop, lovey.”

He’d kiss your head and you’d giggle as you watch his long fingers press a couple of buttons, setting the photo as his wallpaper. 

“Mmm somebody is smitten,” you’d joke.

“Can’t help myself with a girl like you,”

And you were just as smitten with him. That is until you saw that godforsaken candid photo from the cafe. A groan would immediately tumble out of your mouth and your face would contort dramatically as you beg him to delete it. He’d just giggle and pull you in for another breathtaking kiss after whispering “you’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it” against your lips.

You two would continue on with your peaceful day, making the most of your version of “normal”. He’d be telling you all these stories, showing you all these different landmarks in the city he’d been to a million times, and crack his corny jokes and you’d just listen in amazement, beaming the whole time. You’d walked for a while, eventually ending up on a park bench together. You would be people watching in silence until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

@shawnmendes tagged you in a photo.

Your eyes would flicker over to him, shooting him a confused look. Your face would light up as you see the picture the older woman took of you two earlier. You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger until you read the caption,

If this lasts forever I’ll be just fine.

You’d grab his face up and pull him in for a kiss so quickly, he’d flinch at the action. He’d relax into the kiss, immediately melting into your affection. Your lips would dance with his in another kiss that left him absolutely speechless. 

“I love you,” you say, pressing little pecks to his lips. 

His lips would be stuck in a loving, crooked smile and he’d just stare at you in wonder, eyes drooping from being love drunk. He’d be rendered speechless as he took your beauty in, feeling like his heart may burst at any moment. 

You’d kiss his smiling lips with a bit more force, making a loud humming smooch against them, “say it back.”

He’d giggle at your mockery, snapping out of his daze and pulling you by your waist into his lap.

“I love you too. So much.”

[softwrite]

the little things

❦ pairing; husband!yoongi x wife!reader

❦ genre; basically just tooth rotting fluff, a lil bit of friendly nagging, slightly stressed out yoongi, cutesy, lovey dovey & soft shit :)

❦ wc; 5k

❦ summary; yoongi, having been a bit stressed out recently from working on his new project for his job, is barely able to find time to spend with you as of late. not being the one to let this put a strain on your relationship, you determinedly set out to find something to bring the two of you together for this valentine’s day.

a/n; happy valentine’s day! mwah, i love u yoongi. i had a lot of fun writing this & it didn’t take very long at all lol, i love this sm i hope u guys like it!

Something wasn’t right.

This was the first thought that popped into your brain upon returning to the living realm.

Scrunching your eyes together, you hesitantly peeled your eyelids open, revealing your tired eyes to the world. Taking in the familiar surroundings of your shared bedroom, you attempted to figure out what felt so off in your sleep that had awoken you.

Scanning the room with your squinty eyes, the warm sunlight that bathed the rather spacious bedroom caused portions of your face to seem as if it was glowing, setting the room with a yellow hue and caressing the bedsheets that were currently wrapped around your smooth legs. Your hair laid across your shoulders, masking the side of your face that you hadn’t slept on while your pupils landed on the opposite part of the bed, realizing what had felt so wrong.

Your husband, Yoongi, currently was not in bed like he usually was at this hour.

Perhaps thinking that you miscalculated the time, you rolled over onto your other side, stretching your arm out in front of you in order to bring your pink alarm clock closer to you. 

The time read 9:27 AM.

For you, this was a quite normal time to be up and about. However, for Yoongi, this was almost an alternate reality. You were usually the one to wake him up closer to noon with a delicious breakfast and a kiss on the cheek.

How dare he ruin your routine. If he wasn’t in bed, where else could he be?

Questioning the situation for a moment, you decided it would be best to get up as well in order to figure out the whereabouts of your husband. Grasping hold of the silky sheets that were currently painted with the soft oranges, yellows, and pinks of the morning sun presently beaming through your perfectly clear window which was adjacent to your queen sized bed, you began to get up.

Eyeing the lack of clothes on the floor on the side which Yoongi slept on, you decided that he hadn’t of changed if he had woken up before you. Pursing your lips together in a firm, suspicious yet confused line, you continued your usual schedule of getting yourself ready to start the day.

Heading to the bathroom, you took a brief shower, patting your steamed body with a dry, fluffy towel, standing in front of the foggy cabinet like mirror after you had finished. As you began to dress yourself, the mirror began to gradually return to normal, revealing your now clean form with a faint smile adorning your face.

Tossing the slightly damp towel into the hamper lodged into the corner of the white tiled bathroom, you leaned forwards, gripping the single knob built into the mirror, pulling it open to glimpse inside for your toothbrush and toothpaste. As you nudged the other necessities like medicine and combs out of the way, you thoughtfully eyed your husband’s own toothbrush contently placed beside your own, being held up by a cute, pure white hollowed out chubby cat with pink blushing cheeks painted onto it.

It was a gift you had gotten him for your 3rd year anniversary of being married, and you’d never forget the look of annoyance on his face despite being able to tell he appreciated it with the fond kiss he had placed upon your head afterwards, along with a shy ‘thank you, sweetheart,’ slipping from between his lips.

After cleansing your teeth, you delicately wiped your mouth with the hand towel resting against the edge of the large white sink. Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the bathroom, humming a soft, unnamed tune under your now minty fresh breath. Making your way out of your bedroom, you entered the hallway which led towards the main part of your owned home, the living room connected to the kitchen as well as the dining room.

Upon entering the living room, you glanced over the long dark bar that stretched across the wall that divided the living room and the kitchen area, awaiting to find your lost husband.

However, he was nowhere to be found.

Becoming slightly frustrated, you thought to yourself for a moment, trying to figure out where on Earth he could be. It’s the weekend, so he shouldn’t be at work at the moment, he doesn’t have any company dinners, and he never told you about any plans with his rowdy bunch of friends. What other options are there?

As you continued thinking quietly within the living area of your house, you paused, a loud yet muffled thud attracting your attention from further down the separate hallway. Twisting your head around in surprise at the unexpected sound, you blinked, an idea manifesting within your brain.

“Oh my gosh, no he didn’t,” you huffed, already beginning to feel a snarky comment bubble within your throat at the possibility of your assumptions being true.

Marching down the hall, your bare feet softly echoed against the hardwood floors, barely reverberating against the pale eggshell walls that were occasionally presented with bright yellow streaks due to the windows that lined the left side wall. Quickly stopping your motions in front of another wooden door, you immediately curled your small palm around the golden knob, pushing open the door with abruptness in order to enter the room.

Entering inside, you frowned at what laid before you in knowingness and disappointment.

Min Yoongi, your beloved husband, had fallen asleep on his desk inside his office, for the seemingly millionth time.

However, what wasn’t so shocking, was the fact that he was still asleep.

Crossing your arms against your chest, your oversized beige t-shirt folded under your movements, the hem reaching your thighs. Jerking your hip out to the side in a sassy like way, you observed your husband’s hunched over form, his tufts of pale hair mostly visible as he sprawled across the large mahogany colored desk.

What you had heard earlier, the thud, was a large folder stuffed full with thick papers, scribbles slightly visible along the sides where Yoongi had taken notes or written valuable information down, that had fell on the floor. All of the papers somehow remained within the folder, so you didn’t have to worry about picking any of them up, but you were surprised that the sound hadn’t woken him up, considering it was quite heavy and had hit the floor rather abruptly.

Rolling your eyes, you maneuvered over to him, his faint breathing making its way into your attentive eardrums as you neared him, his shoulders gently weighing up and down every few seconds. He was apparently in a deep sleep, which is why he barely reacted to the loud echo of the booklet falling onto the wooden floors.

Hovering beside him, his features were utterly relaxed, his short eyelashes brushing against the top portions of his cheeks as they moved slightly beneath his closed eyelids. With the short strands of his nearly white hair almost completely blocking his eyes from view, you couldn’t help the faint smile that passed over your lips as you eyed your husband’s peaceful aura in the early morning hours.

Remaining silent, you considered something for a moment.

Valentine’s Day was today, so you knew you were already planning on doing something special with your husband for the lovely holiday, but you weren’t exactly sure of what. You figured you would have time to conjure up some sort of plan considering you knew he would be sleeping in rather late like usual, so to say you freaked out a bit when you didn’t find him beside you this morning was an understatement. Though, now that you knew where he actually was, you decided you were going to surprise him with something a little different than your usual gifts.

Making sure not to make any sudden noises, despite knowing that the possibility of Yoongi waking up is slim, you snuck back out of the room, a wide, sneaky grin enveloping your features as you slipped between the crack of the door, gently sealing it shut behind you once more. The soft sounds of Yoongi’s snores being the last thing you heard as you headed to the main entrance of your home, giddily applying your comfortable slippers to your feet.

                         ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁

Having taken your personal car out into the city, by the time you reached your destination, you carefully glanced at the digital clock built into the front portion of your car, nerves lighting up within your body.

10:19 A.M. Hopefully by the time you got back, Yoongi will still be asleep, but by the looks of what kept him from coming to bed last night, you were assuming it would be a while until he officially woke up.

Appreciating your husband’s habits of sleeping like a hibernating warm-blooded animal, you lift yourself out of the driver’s seat of your vehicle, slamming the door shut behind your exiting frame. Making sure to properly lock the doors, you took a glance around, the heated yet comforting rays of the morning sun shone down on your body, illuminating your happy presence within the area as you witnessed several other people as well as couples roaming the sidewalks of the downtown like area.

Walking around the nose of your car, you headed down the street, passing by multiple people whom you weren’t associated with, though you easily and confidently presented them with kind smiles as they walked beside you, eventually becoming lost in the groups of people once more behind you.

None of these occasional occurrences deterred you from your task, though, not even the thought of your husband becoming angry with you for what you’re about to do.

Eventually reaching the corner of the sidewalk where it split off to the crosswalk to the left and the sharp turn to the right, you happily eyed the big, cursive letters which were written on the top of the shop before you.

Hopeful Pets.

You couldn’t wipe the excited grin that was stretching across your lips. Hurriedly entering inside, you pushed open the see-through door with the palm of your right hand, your left holding onto the leather straps of your purse which hung off your left shoulder.

The jingling of the bell that was attached to the top of the door filled the small shop, alerting the owner and those who worked there to your presence, along with the bundles of joy that were scattered throughout the store, hoping for someone to adopt them and take them home.

And that, is what you’re here to do.

Taking small steps around the pet store, you eyed the multitudes of animals that were separated in glass boxes, those of the same breed and type contained in the same ones for organization as well as making the viewing process easier.

As you browsed, you giggled occasionally at the small animals that climbed atop of each in thrill at the sight of a human observing them from the other side of the glass. You happily twiddled your fingers at the animals as you walked by before a familiar voice gained your attention from across the shop where the front desk was located.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” A nasally yet overly happy voice greeted you by your name, causing you to lift your hand upwards in another waving like motion.

“Hey Hobi! I may or may not be here to surprise a Mr. Yoongi when he wakes up from his deep sleep back home,” you informed your good friend, Jung Hoseok. 

Hoseok was someone who you and Yoongi have known since you were all in highschool, so when he learned about your current sneaky behavior, he wasn’t in the least bit surprised.

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so, Y/N,” he laughed, rolling his eyes in a playful motion as he moved around the edge of the clean, granite counter. “What type are you looking for?”

“I’m hoping to find a cute little puppy. I don’t really care so much about the breed, but I know Yoongi likes smaller dogs. I guess I should take his opinion into consideration even though this is almost entirely self-indulgent,” you joked, adjusting your bag upon your shoulder as you slouched, waiting where you were as Hoseok made his way over to you.

“Gotcha gotcha,” he hummed, eventually standing beside you with a thoughtful look placed on his sharp, long features. As Hobi looked around, eyeing the handfuls of dogs they offered at his store to see which one would fit you two the most.

However, as he continued searching, your eyes followed along the rows of cages and boxes that contained the precious creatures, their squeaks and meows surrounding you, a sight before you entirely lured you in the minute your eyes landed on the ball of fluff.

Curled up on the slightly messy glass floor of the box, a slightly bigger pup with fluffy dark black and gray fur slept peacefully by itself, its face squished together because of its baby fat. It’s chest rose and fell a bit unevenly due to its puppy heart racing in its sleep, but you felt like it had snatched your own heart right out of your chest.

“Oh my gosh, who is this baby!” You squealed, leaning closer to inspect the sweet thing, your hands reaching upwards to lightly press against the smooth surface of the glass.

Having heard your high pitched voice from afar, Hoseok quickly made his way back over to your location, eyeing your state as you observed the puppy fast asleep despite your closely observing being. He couldn’t help the small chuckle that emitted from his chest as he leaned in as well, getting a good look at the dog.

“That breed is a Keeshond. They’re a bit of a medium sized dog, would that be okay?” He questioned, flickering his dark eyes over to your stargazed features in order to compare the dog’s information with your previously made requests.

“I don’t even care oh my god, look at the baby. Please, I need it, Hoseok,” you begged, spinning on your heel and dramatically leaning towards your best friend, whining almost like a child. “It’s even sleeping like Yoongi,” you added with a laugh present in you voice.

Grinning, Hoseok nodded, guiding your feet in the direction of the counter in order to gather the paperwork for you to fill out in order to officially adopt the little guy.

While you stood at the granite surface, filling in the required blanks with your correct information, Hoseok had gone back in order to gather the puppy in his arms, placing its slightly stirring body in a small crate that you were allowed to take with you, free of charge.

After finishing the form, you double checked the written words before scooting it towards the other side of the counter, placing the borrowed black ink pen back into its holder on the desk. “Done!” You announced excitedly, looking over your shoulder just in time to see Hoseok gather food and toy supplies for your sleeping puppy.

“This will probably last you about two weeks,” he stated regarding the dog food, continuing to hold it within his arms. “I’ll help you load it into your car outside,” he offered, a large eye smile gathering on his features.

“Thanks Hobi!” You breathed out appreciatively, glad for his help.

Having already paid the proper amount you owed for the dog, you made your way outside with Hoseok, making sure to hold the door open for him as you held the puppy’s crate, while he carried its supplies to your parked car just a bit down the street.

Carefully holding onto the black handle as well as the bottom of the cage in your arms, you happily peeked at the still sleeping puppy on the inside, its features scrunched together in slight discomfort at the small jostling your body made as you stood at the curb.

Barely able to contain your excitement to bring the guy home, your cheeks nearly hurt due to your actions in smiling so much in just the past hour.

“Welp, you’re all set!” Hoseok naturally shouted, the palms of his large, bony hands smacking together in a dusting off motion, causing you to shrink back and yell at him in a whispered rush.

“Hobi! You’re gonna wake him up, you doofus!” You teased, though a slight seriousness laced into your tone due to wanting the puppy to remain silent until you reached your home.

Wincing, Hoseok ran an embarrassed hand through his light brown fluffy hair, the stiff strands directly falling back onto his forehead. “Sorry,” he whispered back, eyeing the puppy squeak within its sleep, rolling over onto its back.

Eventually, Hoseok opened the passenger door for you, aiding you in placing the puppy crate within the seat beside your own, securely buckling it in so it doesn’t slide around while you drive.

“Alright, now go get ‘em! Please I beg of you take a video of whatever you’re going to do and send it to me. I’ll come by after work later to check up on you guys,” he giggled, his eyes creasing at the corners in contained excitement at the idea of helping you in messing with his friend.

“Of course Hobi. Again, thanks so much!” You cheered, wiggling your fists in a giddy motion, blowing him a quick, friendly kiss before climbing back into your car, starting the vehicle as you possibly can.

As you began to drive away from the cutesy pet store, the sun shone brightly to the side of your car, shining down on your hood and causing bright beams of yellow light to disperse throughout your vehicle. Glancing upwards, the faint figure of Hoseok giving you a thumbs up in the distance is the final sight you see of him as you made your way home where your unsuspecting husband, Min Yoongi, awaited you.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

                        ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁

As you pulled into the driveway, your tires squeaked against the concrete, causing the previously quiet puppy to become alerted within its crate. Cursing under your breath as you heard it begin to move around in it’s small space, you quickly parked the car, switching off the engine and opening your side door.

Stepping out of the car, you headed over to the other side, gently picking up the cage in your arms, making sure to have a complete hold of it in order not drop the puppy inside. Deciding to gather its supplies in the trunk after you had woken up Yoongi, you take out the key to your house out of your purse, fumbling with the keys in your dominant hand while holding the, thankfully lighter, crate with the other.

Eventually opening the front door, you quietly stepped into the house, peering around the entrance to make sure Yoongi was nowhere in sight and hopefully still asleep in his office.

You wouldn’t want to spoil his surprise so early.

Shutting the door behind your figure, you scurried into the center of the living room, placing the black and now rattling cage due to the puppy’s movements onto the carpeted floor. Surrounding you were two sofas as well as a single lounge chair, so the puppy would have a hard time escaping your sights without completely leaving the room, which you were glad for.

Yoongi would kill you if you let the puppy have an accident in the house in the first few minutes of it being here.

As you snapped open the latch of the cage, pulling the gridded door open in order for the squishy thing to step out, you patiently leaned back on the heels of your feet, bringing your knees upwards to press against your chest with a suppressed grin present on your lips. You were trying to keep your cool so you wouldn’t freak out the little guy, but you were barely keeping it together.

As you sat there, letting the puppy take its time and walk out of its crate on its own time, you began to think to yourself within the living room, eyeing the mass of dark fur beginning to sniff the open air.

“So, Hobi said you were a boy, but I’m not really sure if I should wait to name you or do it now,” you hummed quietly, tilting your head at the precious creature in interest as you watched it begin to tumble out of the crate, almost tripping over its own chubby paws.

Chuckling under your breath, you extended a hand outwards to let it get acquainted with your scent as well as your presence.

“Huh, little guy? What do you think? Do you think I should go ahead and name you so Mr. Min can’t take you back? I should guilt him into this, yeah? You’re a smart guy, buddy,” you mumbled, easily dangling your small hand to let the sweet thing sniff at your fingers.

As you veered off into your own thoughts, trying to conjure up some names you could use, you barely registered the sound of another voice in the room until your own name passed through your eardrums.

“..Y/N, please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did,” A deep and groggy familiar voice entered the room.

Peering over your shoulder at your tired, barely awake husband, you grinned, tossing your hair over your shoulder while your other hand remained outstretched towards the curious puppy. “What ever do you mean, honey?”

“We literally had this conversation a month ago about how we couldn’t afford to have a puppy right now, Y/N,” he grunted, discontentedly eyeing the bundle of fur currently nibbling on the tip of your finger.

“Well, don’t worry about it, I got a discount because of Hobi!” You informed excitedly, your eyes shining with joy as you awaited your husband to become just as excited as you are. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen as quickly as you’d liked it to.

“Y/N, please, I don’t want to deal with this the minute I wake up. I just want to drink some coffee,” he sighed out, using both of his large hands to drag across his now obviously exhausted features.

Frowning, you watched as your husband made his way into the kitchen, his bare feet padding along the transitioning wooden and tiled floors as he began to make his usual coffee, the sounds of the boiling water filling the home as you silently sat by yourself on the floor with the puppy.

You needed to push harder.

Getting up, you cradled the now comfortable and excited fluff in your arms, heading in the direction of the long cushioned sofa situated in front of the television screen. Seating yourself down, your tilted lips remained the same as you awaited Yoongi’s actions in sitting down with you in the living room.

Eventually, the familiar sound of his feet heading in your direction registered, causing you to look up and eye his slouched frame, though you could tell from his stance that his shoulders were tense from sleeping in that awkward position on his desk all night long. As he sat next to you, slightly at a distance due to his dislike for the unexpected presence of the puppy, his lips remained pursed, occasionally sipping from his personal coffee mug, eyeing the blank screen of the TV.

“Yooooongi,” you whined, scooting your frame closer to his side of the couch, raising the tone of your voice, carefully picking up the puppy in your lap and bringing him with you. “Your son wants to meet you and you’re being very rude right now,” you pouted.

Huffing, Yoongi briefly glanced at the dark ball of fur within your arms, now licking at the flesh of your bare arm in a repetitive manner. However, he almost immediately looked forwards once more - stubborn.

Grunting, you persisted, raising the puppy upwards, purposefully bringing it next to his pale features. A large grin adorned your lips as you witnessed the puppy momentarily pause to sniff at the unknown human before immediately beginning to drag its tongue against his cheek.

Almost instinctively, Yoongi grunted, flinging his head in the opposite direction in annoyance and surprise. “What the hell, Y/N,” he whined right back, switching his hands that he held his mug with in order to wipe at his now wet cheek with the back of his hand.

“He loves you! Love him back!” You pushed, bringing the puppy even closer and shoving its squished features against your husband’s causing his whiskers to brush against his own face and tickle his skin.

Trying his best to avoid the unwanted attention, Yoongi protected his face with his hands, crying out in desperation for relief. “Babe, please! I just woke up. I had a very long night last night working on this project for work and I just want to start off my day with my coffee, not some stupid puppy,” he replied rather harshly, causing you to pull back in surprise. 

You hadn’t realized how stressed out he must be.

“..I-I’m sorry, Yoongi, I thought-,” you attempted to reply, unable to contain the slight upset lingering in your tone due to your inconsiderate actions. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s Day,” you mumbled, an apology lacing your voice as you lowered your head, causing the puppy to begin licking at your nose as you brought it closer to the center of your body.

Hearing a sigh from your right, your husband glanced up at the ceiling as he calmed down from his light and brief outburst. “No, babe, I’m sorry. Shit, I totally didn’t even realize it was already Valentine’s Day. I was trying to get my work done early so I could only spend time with you,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in a frustrated manner, though his shoulders visibly sagged as he leaned backwards into the couch.

Peeking upwards at Yoongi from your peripheral vision, you acknowledged his apology, causing a small smile to twitch at the corner of your lips. “It’s okay, I’m sorry too. I really should have asked if this was okay and if you wanted to go out instead,” you breathed out, both of your non-confrontational personalities mixing together.

“Let him kiss it better!” You suggested, bringing the puppy forward once more, its pink tongue excitedly drooping out of its mouth as it observed your husband with its precious tail wiggling back and forth.

Yoongi arched a single eyebrow, now lazily gazing at the fur ball. “I’m not letting that thing anywhere near -,” he began, though you beat him to it before he could finish his negative words, forcing the dog onto his face once more, causing it to immediately begin attacking him in puppy kisses.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you under all that fur!” You laughed, your high pitched sounds echoing within the house as you leaned against your suffering husband, his whines muffled slightly under the chest fur that was currently shoved against his mouth.

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Hours later, just a bit after you had decided to cook a homemade dinner for the two of you, Yoongi was currently in the living room spending time with your new puppy, though it was a bit silent, so you weren’t entirely sure if he was actually doing what you suggested.

However, as you quietly cleaned up the kitchen, having already put away the dishes, your eyes perked up at the sound of a faint knocking against your front door several feet away from your current position. Wiping your hands against the towel you had placed onto the marble counter, your gradually began to make your way towards the door, gripping onto the handle and hesitantly peeking around the corner, making out who stood on the other side to be none other than Hoseok.

“Oh, there you are,” you greeted your friend, fully opening the door for him to enter inside your humble abode, him being rather familiar with the layout. As he stepped inside, you quietly shut it behind you, following behind him as he neared the kitchen where the remnant scents of your dinner was.

“You never sent me that video I asked for earlier, so I hope everything went okay,” he commented, facing you momentarily before eyeing the area in confusion. “Where’s Yoongi? He’s not still asleep in his office, is he?” He asked, though you could tell he was joking by the large smile stretched across his face as well as his eyes shining with amusement.

“No,” you laughed, pointing in the direction of the living room with your pointer finger. “He’s in there with the dog. We still haven’t named him yet, maybe you want to help?” You offered, causing his eyebrows to shoot upwards in excitement.

“Hell yeah I want to help!” He choked out, hurriedly guiding his feet in the direction of the living room.

Passing through the threshold of the living room, you peered around the corner, only to abruptly pause at the sight, standing directly beside Hoseok who’s features were filled with extreme amounts of amusement. “Well, look what we have here, Mr. Min and Min Jr,” he mused.

Sprawled along the couch, your husband laid with his back down, his white, soft hair ruffled against his forehead with a small, dark ball of fur curled up against the crook of his neck - the puppy.

The two curled up together warmed your heart, completely forgetting about the previous dislike Yoongi had stated for the dog. Their breathing was almost entirely together, their eyes fluttering together as they were deep in sleep, Yoongi’s large hands settling on top of his chest.

“Looks like your boys are getting along,” Hoseok joked beside you, though you barely heard him as you took in the adorable sight with a warm smile coating your lips.

You liked the sound of that, you thought.

Your boys.

Maybe this little Valentine’s Day surprise wasn’t so bad after all.

[happysoldlady]

Take Care - Tig Trager

Request by anonymous: A tig Imagine where he finds u after mayans drove u off the road on your bike and he takes care of You and its fluffy and lovey and shit

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The wind blowing through your hair while riding always had a way of making you feel free, and in the life that you married into, that feeling hardly ever arose. Your husband, Tig Trager, had bought you a motorcycle for your birthday a few years ago and you immediately fell in love with it.

Every now and again you would get the free time to take a little joyride on it and today was one of those days. Well, night, you suppose. When you had pulled out of your driveway it was daylight but the sun had set since then and you were on your way back home in the dark. 
You had had to pee for the last five miles or so, so when the lights of a gas station came into view, you decided to make a pit stop.

After using the restroom, you walk past a group of Hispanic men and you send them a formal smile, thinking nothing of the obvious cuts on their shoulders, before climbing back onto your bike and speeding off into the night.

You’re almost home when a black van makes its appearance in your rear view mirror. You speed up a little but the van tails you for another two miles and you’re starting to get freaked out. You pull your bike closer to the edge of the road to let the van pass you and it does pull it up beside you but it doesn’t pass you.

Before you know what’s happening, the van is swerving towards you and the only place to go to dodge it is the ditch. You and your bike tumble off the road and you cry out as the bike lands on your ankle.

The van squeals to a stop and a man with tan skin wearing a Mayan cut hops out of the back of the van. You try to move the bike off of your leg to get an advantage but it won’t budge.

“Tell your old man to pay up!” The man yells from his place at the road. And then he scurries off and the van drives away.

You stretch, against your body’s resistance, and struggle to get your phone out of your bag. If you can just reach it, Tig will help you. He will come and he will protect you.

You stretch and stretch and almost give up but you eventually grab your bag and pull your phone out of it. You quickly dial Tig’s number but much to your dismay, he doesn’t answer. You redial and this time he answers on the third ring.

“Hey baby, you at a pit stop?” His voice rings out through your phone and you struggle to breathe through the pain shooting through your leg.

“Alex.” You mutter out through gritted teeth. “I need your help.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Tig’s blood immediately runs cold at the sound of his first name coming out of your mouth.

You let out a breath before speaking. “Some fucking van ran me off the road. The bikes on my leg and I can’t get it off.”

“Shit.” He curses and you hear shuffling around. “Where are you?”

“About ten minutes from home.” You say through gritted teeth. “I’m on my way baby. Don’t move.” He hangs up before you can tell him not to. You try to move your leg to get an advantage but a sharp crack shoots pain through your body.

“Fuck!” You cry out, throwing the phone down beside you. You grit your teeth and it can’t be more than five minutes before you hear the familiar roar of Tig’s bike. He parks at the edge of the road and a familiar black van rolls up beside him with Juice in the driver’s seat.

“Y/N, baby, you okay?” Tig shuffles down the ditch to tend to you. You nod but you know that your ankle has to be broken.

You’re so happy to see him that you almost forget about the pain shooting through your leg, up until Juice and Happy try to move the bike from it.

You let out a strangled cry as they pull the bike off and shove it back up onto the road.

You move to try to stand but Tig immediately lifts you into his arms. “Don’t try to stand, doll. We gotta get that ankle checked out.”

He places you on a blanket in the van and you scoot so that you’re leaning against the wall. He closes the door to give orders to Juice and Happy and you take the time to check out your ankle.

It’s bloody and there’s glass stuck into your calf and upper leg. You try to move it and have to bite down on your hand to keep from screaming again.

It’s definitely broken, if not shattered.

Happy climbs into the driver’s seat and Juice climbs into the back with you to keep you company.

You smile at Juice and shake your head. “Tig didn’t think Happy would be of much use back here huh?”

Juice lets out a laugh and Happy grumbles out something incoherent.

“Glad to see you still have your humor, Trager. I think it’s that ankle we need to be worried about.”

You nod but don’t say anything about seeing the Mayans at the gas station. You’ll wait to tell Tig and let him handle it how it wants to.

In the silence of the van, you feel your eyes getting heavy, and soon enough, you let sleep envelop you.

When you wake up, you’re lying in a hospital bed, and Tig is asleep in a chair in the corner of the room. You look down to see that your ankle is in a cast.

You groan at the mere thought of being on crutches and accidentally wake up Tig in the process.

“You’re awake.” He grumbles out, standing up to be by your side. “I need you to tell me what happened.”

You nod and clear your throat. “It was the Mayans. They said to tell you to pay up.”

Tig’s face scrunches up in confusion. “Pay up? For what?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. What have you done to piss them off lately?”

Tig shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ll talk to Jax about it.”

You nod before sitting up and attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed.

“No, no. I’m under strict orders to keep you in bed.” Tig says, placing a hand on your thigh.

You sigh and lay back down. He leans down to press a kiss to your head. “I’ll go get Tara. Don’t move.”

[lovelylunarwriting]

Slytherin!Yuta x Hufflepuff!Reader

It’s a day like no other, and you’re walking your typical route to your Charms class, when you notice something out of the normal.

The particular hall you walk through every day is lined with classes that have already started, so the hall itself is usually deserted. This allows you to relax and take a nice stroll to your class without having to worry about interacting with anyone or getting shoved in crowds of students, recklessly scurrying in order to not be late.

In this normally barren hallway, stands one boy in Slytherin robes, leaning against a wall nonchalantly outside of a Potions classroom.

On the inside you’re like “that’s kinda weird”, but you dismiss it, assuming he’s waiting for someone to get out of that class, or something along the lines of that.

As you walk past him, he grins at you and you swear you’ve never seen a smile that beautiful in your whole life.

You smile back shyly and nod to him, before walking a little faster past him and to your Charms class.

As soon as you sit in class and the professor asks to collect the homework that you completely forgot to do, you forget all about your encounter with the boy with the radiant smile.

The next time you’re walking to Charms, you had almost completely forgotten about the Slytherin boy, until you see him walk out of the Potions class in that hall, and wait outside the door.

Last time you assumed he was waiting for a friend, but he just walked out of the classroom so… what the hell is he doing.

If he’s supposed to be running an errand for the professor or something, shouldn’t he be walking somewhere?? Instead of just chilling outside the class?

But it’s none of your business, so you just keep walking, and as you pass him, he smiles at you with that same flawless, yet goofy grin and your heart melts a little at the sight. You repeat your routine from last time, smiling back and nodding to acknowledge him, and then make your way to you Charms class.

But this time you don’t forget about him or his gorgeous smile, and you spend the entire Charms class not paying attention, lost in your thoughts on “who is he, and what was he doing”.

By the third time you pass him on your way to Charms, you’ve just gotta know. So instead of just passing him when he smiles at you this time around, you actually stop and greet him.

He seems pleasantly surprised that you came up to him and started talking to him. He introduces himself as Yuta, a new transfer student to Hogwarts.

You’re drawing lines in your head, thinking “that’s why I hadn’t seen him before”, when you remember your original goal for approaching him.

You: “Why exactly do you come out into the hall every time you’re in that class?”

Yuta: “I didn’t really volunteer to stand out here, they kicked me out”

You: “They kicked you out?! Why? Are you having trouble fitting in well here?”

Yuta: “No I’m doing fine fitting in, I’ve made at least eight other friends, I just said something that the teacher didn’t like and now I’m out here”

You: “But this has happened more than once?”

Yuta: “Today it was me correcting the professor on something she taught wrong, and her pride getting in the way, resulting in me being banished to this hall, yet again. The last few times were students saying something rude under their breath, me calling them out on it and ‘disrupting the class’. Honestly, who hires the professors here?”, ending his explanation seeming to not really care about getting in trouble at all.

To put it bluntly, you’re astounded by the amount of times he’s gotten himself kicked out, but equally amazed that in these situations he’s describing, he doesn’t seem to be in the wrong. You don’t know him that well, seeing as it’s the first time that you’ve spoken, so you’re not sure if he’s telling the complete truth.

You: “You don’t seem to regret your actions at all, do you?”

Yuta: “Nope, because I didn’t do anything I shouldn't have. I also didn’t catch your name?”

You: “Oh, I’m Y/N!”

Yuta: “Y/N… that’s pretty. But weren’t you on your way somewhere?”

It was in this moment you realize you were f u c k i n g late to your Charms class.

Your eyes widened bigger than Yuta thought was humanly possible as you proceeded to bolt down the hall, frantically mumbling to yourself “late, late, oh my god I’m late”

Arriving outside your class, you gently open the door, slipping into your seat next to Taeyong, in the front of the classroom. Luckily, your professor was turned around, writing something on the board as you walked in, so he didn’t notice your tardiness. Hufflepuff!Taeyong, however, definitely noticed.

Taeyong: “Where were you? You’re never late in this class”

You: “I got caught up talking to a Slytherin boy in the hall, a new transfer”

Taeyong: “Ahh, Yuta? Yeah he’s a handful, but hilarious and a really great guy”

You: “You know him? He’s only been here a few weeks. And he’s not even in our house, where did you meet him?”

Taeyong: “Yuta’s friends with people all across the houses, I don’t think he really cares which house a person is in”

After receiving a glare from your professor for chatting at the very front of the class, quite obviously, too, you and Taeyong’s conversation was cut short.

This didn’t stop you from wondering what kind of person Yuta is though. If Taeyong praises him, then he has to be a good guy, but a good guy that gets kicked out of class every day? You weren’t too sure, but you’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been nothing but nice to you, so you put your doubts aside.

It became tradition that every time you would walk to Charms, if Yuta happened to be in the hallway, you’d stop by, say hello, and chat for a little while. After a handful of these encounters, he’d wave to you in the dining hall, or if he saw you around. This began the blossoming of your friendship.

The two of you got comfortable enough with one another that one time, you were mid-conversation with Slytherin!Doyoung, and Yuta said absolutely nothing to make his presence announced, he just walked straight up and back-hugged you, like it was the most natural thing.

At first, on the inside you were like “!!! who the heck in on me right now”. But you turned to see Yuta shoot you his signature cheesey grin and rest his chin on your shoulder, and you were like “oh, okay”, and just continued your conversation with Doyoung.

Doyoung was like “are y’all… dating?? Am I missing something?”

To which Yuta was like “We’re not dating but aren’t they so cute!!”, and proceeded to smush you in his embrace.

So it’s safe to say you guys are pretty close, and very good friends.

One day, you’re walking to your Transfiguration class, the class you have right before Charms, which is always a much more crowded hallway to venture down, when you hear some students whispering, about what seems to be you.

“Isn’t that the Hufflepuff person that’s so lovey-dovey with Yuta?”

“I think so, they should honestly leave him alone. Everyone knows Hufflepuff & Slytherin couples never work”

“God, they’re wasting his precious time. What’s their problem?”

Your instincts kick in and you walk faster and faster, hoping those kids that were talking about you aren’t invasive enough to approach or follow you.

Sitting through your Transfiguration class, and honestly not paying much attention, you’re lost in your thoughts. Why did what they say bother you so much? The two of you weren’t dating, but were you really wasting his time? Was he just letting you hang around him because he’s too nice to tell you you’re bothering him?

“Class dismissed!”, your Professor rang out. What usually would’ve been your signal to make a beeline for the door, suddenly felt like a death sentence. On your way to Charms, you might have to face Yuta if he got his dumb ass kicked outta class this day smh, and you hadn’t sorted out your feelings yet.

You reluctantly got out of your seat and made your way to Charms, taking your usual route, hoping with every fiber in your body that he behaved today and was still in class.

Apparently your weren’t as lucky as you thought you were, because as you turned the corner to this particular hallway, you could already see him him sitting outside the class from several feet away.

As you began to approach him, repressing all your negative feelings, you thought it was kind of weird that he was sitting down, instead of him pulling his “cool-guy lean” against the wall, like he usually does.

You: “Hey Yuta, are you- Oh my god!”

As you got closer to him, he looked up and shot you his signature, jaw-dropping smile, but today it was half hearted, and you could see why. There was a cut across the bridge of his nose, and his cheekbone was purple and bruising.

You kneeled in front of him, completely forgetting about your encounter with those gossipy, awful students from earlier.

You: “What the hell happened? What did you say today?”

Yuta: “It’s not important, I just.... Some of the students at this school have their priorities wrong”

You: “You can say that again”, you said with an edge in your voice, causing him to raise his eyebrows at you curiously.

Yuta: “Did something happen?”

You: “Where do you get off asking me if something happened while you’re sitting here all beat up? Here, let me help you stand, we need to get you fixed up”

You grab his large hands, and pull him up a little too hard, causing him to topple onto you. You adjust yourself under him, placing his arm across your shoulders, when you realize he’s limping, and send him a pissed off glance.

Yuta: “Some jerk kicked my shin, I don’t know what to tell you”, he says with that smile that melts most of your anger and worries away. Most of it, but not all.

The two of you make the slow, somewhat limping, walk to the infirmary. When you open the door and let yourself in, you immediately plop Yuta down on one of the beds and look for a nurse or medical assistant to help, but no one is there but you two. Even at Hogwarts, the school funding is sketch smh, nurses where you at

After giving up on finding someone to help, you gather some medical supplies, make your way back over to Yuta, and sit down next to him on the bed. You get out a cotton ball, dip it in some disinfectant solution, and cup his face in your other hand.

Yuta: “W-what are you doing??”

You: “Trying to clean up your cut, but I need you to stay still”

For the first time in all your friendship, Yuta looks somewhat flustered. As cocky as he comes off, you didn’t think he was capable of blushing as furiously as he was now. As cute as it is though, all it does is bring back into your mind all those things the kids in the hall said earlier today.

Grabbing your wrist gently, pulling it down from his face, and lacing his finger with yours, he softly asks you if you’re mad at him. Your heart breaks a little at this, because no you’re not mad at him, you just don’t want to be bothersome or cause drama for him.

You: “Yuta I… do you want me around?”

Yuta: “Of course I do! Why would you think otherwise?”

Immediately after asking, his eyes darkened as he refused to break eye contact with you, his voice becoming a little lower and rougher than his usual cheerful tone.

Yuta: “Did someone say something to you?”

You: “I mean, not exactly, but earlier there were some students in the hall saying that I’m wasting your time, and that I just-”, you confess, choking up and not being able to finish your thought, tears threatening to fall.

Yuta: “I think those jerks might be the same ones in my Potions class. They’re usually saying something rude about people in that particular class, but for some reason today their subject was you. They said something about you running away from them, and that you should run away from me, and then they started flat out insulting you and I- I just snapped. I went off, and then one of them hit me, and then I hit them back and... I’m sorry… to make you worry about me. And I’m sorry people are giving you a hard time because of me, so I understand if you want to walk out here and never look back”, he finished saying, looking down at his lap.

You have never heard Yuta sound so open and upset before. He’s usually cracking jokes and laughing with everyone, so to see him so distressed only breaks your heart more.

You: “I’m not going anywhere, as long as you want me with you”

Yuta: “I do want you with me! I honestly don’t think I could function without you. But there’s one thing…”

You: “One thing? What is it?”

Yuta: “I don’t want to be with you just as friends. I want us to be together, Y/N. I really like you”, he says, his eyes migrating from his lap to meet yours.

The level of intensity and seriousness in his expression leaves you speechless for a moment so you just furiously nod “yes” to him, a smile growing on your face. You can’t help yourself, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

Yuta: “Gentle!! Be gentle!”

You: “Oh shit, sorry”

Yuta: “Also can we continue this later when my face has less blood on it?”

You: “Shoot, you’re right. Pass me the gauze?”

It takes people a while to realize that you and Yuta are a couple now, because most of your friends either thought that, 1.) The two of you were already dating, or 2.) That Yuta was just as clingy on you as he is his other friends cough cough Sicheng

Doyoung: “I honestly thought that you were dating months ago, Yuta what took you so long to confess?”

Haechan: “Does that mean if we want Yuta to tell us something, we just have to beat him up?”

Johnny: “I’m 89% sure that’s illegal, but still worth a shot”

You spend a significant amount of your time slapping your hand over Yuta’s mouth to make sure he doesn’t sass anyone that could get him in trouble.

Yuta: “Is Jaehyun fair game?”

You: “Oh definitely, go roast him”

To sum it up, y’all are the sweet and salty power couple, who love spending time together, even if it means getting kicked out of Potions and being late to Charms.

[ifoundkylo]

Loki’s New Nickname

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn't get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

"What's going on guys?" You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

"We've given Loki a new nickname." Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn't going to end well.

"And what would this nickname be, exactly?" You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

"Horny." You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. "Because of my helmet...What does it even bloody mean?" You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two 'grown ups', but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

"Y'know you're real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up." You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. "Just ignore them, Loki, they're children in adult skin." You whispered softly.

"I still want to know what it means, though." He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. "What are you reading, Y/N?"

"Oh, I'm reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it's a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the... 1950's? I think? Let me double check," You placed a finger between the pages so you didn't lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. "Ah, the 50's AND the 60's. I was close." Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

"We're all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?" The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony's childish words.

"I'm keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild." You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

"You don't have to, dear. Go out and have some... Midgardian...fun..." He cringed at word 'fun'. Loki wasn't used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

"No, no, I'd like to stay here with you - don't give me that look, Loki -" You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. "I don't like crowds...or large parties that much."

"Ah, I see. I hope I don't bore you too much, petal." You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

"Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles." You received a hum and a soft 'please' from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You...You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are...one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.��� You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.”

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