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Woe, Agent 24 fluff be upon ye

I wrote a fic about their first kiss at like 3-ish AM?

Forgot to post this one-shot like a month ago. Perfect time to do it now ig.

And a Valentine's fic as a treat from me to you. ♡

This was really cute I love the budding relationship. She’s a lil dummy and Feitan is Feitan and it’s works so adorably

I also feel like maybe when they were younger they did like an anime style “When I’m older imma marry you” type thing and that’s why he’s so set on being with her and she just doesn’t remember at least that’s the vibes I get from it

I love it, it was short but I love this

Can you see me too?

feitan x reader

Summary:

“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his.    You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about.    “I’m learning too, Feitan.”

tw: mention of violence, drugs, fluff. ooc Feiten? a VERY quick write might be mistakes

“Dismissed.”

You stretch your legs before getting up. It’s happening again, that heavy feeling that creeps up on you. This has been happening a lot and you don’t like it. The chill is running up your back, making you stiff. Quickly, you gather your things and leave. Being one of the first ones out of the class, the sensation of someone’s eyes leaves. 

  Taking a deep breath, you begin to relax for a moment. Lately, someone’s been watching you and you are too afraid to see who it is. At first, you wanted to turn around and spot the gremlin. However, the person who was next to you had fear in his eyes when he looked over your shoulder. After seeing that, you gave up that idea. Especially when you had a feeling of who it or they were. 

   Being a senior, there is a group that grew up with you in elementary before you moved away for some time. Unfortunately, rather than just be normal human beings, the rumors say otherwise. Shady shit that’s illegal and atrocious. Violence and blood paint their fingertips like polish, the red not leaving without prayer for the sin. And possibly, if the rumors are true, the drugs that leave the addicts and the curious in a trance.

  At first, you just addressed them by their names since you all went to school together. But by the time everyone went into high school, they collectively were called the Phantom Troupe, or the Spider. You want to laugh at the name of their little gang since they were big nerds back in the third grade plays. 

Their acting troupe name.

Hearing it for the first time, you didn’t take it seriously until you saw it with your own eyes. Each of them ganged up on a group from another school. The Troupe was vicious and merciless. Only a few witnessed the fight, you being one of them on accident. You barely saw what scared the hell out of everyone. 

  Someone lost their eyes. You could see a few moments of the fight but you missed that gruesome part. And thank God you did. 

After that, you became fearful and no longer saw them as the kids that shared a class with you since kindergarten. 

  Now, the eyes that have been watching you everyday, you are sure it belongs to one of them. Or maybe that one stiff doll-like guy Illumi? Or the Troupe’s newest member that is the biggest flirt and an absolute freak, Hisoka. 

   When people talk to you, they must see who's watching. The reactions are all the same. Even your friend who is quick to grab you and lead you away from the stalker. 

  Did you do something wrong? Are they after you or something? Want to sell you some drugs? That little one with the long hair, Kortopi, always stands in the corners watching everyone whenever he’s not with his gang. You’re sure he’s the main dealer. Just look at him.

   So badly do you want to turn around and stomp into the classroom and demand who the fuck has been staring at you. Alas, it’s not a smart move. At least not right now. After you put your school shoes in your cubby, you feel it again. That cold intensity that causes you to shiver. For the first time, you feel it closer. Like, a few feet away type thing. 

   You shove your regular shoes on and take off out the door, not bothering to wait and say goodbye to your friend. On your way home, you still feel the eyes on you. This is exhausting beyond belief. This is worse than gym class. 

  How long can this person keep this up? Why are they watching you in the first place? Do they just want to talk to you and they’re too shy? If that’s the case, you’d show some leniency since you can be a bit of a shy bug, too. 

   As you turn the corner and see the small, family owned diner to your left, the eyes disappear. You walk faster with a light and peppy step. They could have gone home and abandoned the stalking.

   Suddenly, you’re against a tree with someone’s arms placed firmly against it, trapping you. The sun has decided to shine brightly and highlight his face. It is none other than Feitan Portor. 

   Never have the two of you been so close. Not friendly or physically. His lower face is covered by a cowl for some reason and his eyes are, surprisingly, looking like they’re different colors. They’re dark, but one is slightly deeper. His cheekbones are defined and right on top are slight freckles against his ghostly pale skin. 

   Words are stolen for what feels like minutes. Finally, your fears get the best of you. 

“Oh my God…you want to sell me drugs?” You are on the verge of crying when he has narrowed eyes. “My mom’s gonna be so mad at me. I don’t want drugs!”

  “Fei, is this her?” A tall blond, Phinks, if you remember right, comes around the corner with extremely light steps. The rest of the Troupe appear too. “No, God no. Don’t sell me drugs!”

They all stop and look at you. Each bearing an expression fit for a sitcom scene.

  “She’s not allowed to be high. Look at her, she’s the paranoid type.” The biggest one, Uvo, states. “She’s gonna turn herself in for something she didn’t even do.”

Dear Lord, they already know how high you’d be? What are they planning? You can’t go home like that. 

   Portor says nothing. He doesn’t even bother to ask which drug you’d want. Phinks steps forward. “Look, Fe-”

“Oh God…I don’t have money! Stopping giving me drugs.” Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head slowly, facing the ground.  

“We didn’t…give you anything? No one wants to give you drugs. Trust me.” You hear someone promise.

“Why you here?” He asks with his whispery voice. 

“Because I was going home and you-” He shuts you up with one look. 

They talk among themselves while Feitan Portor doesn’t move himself away from you. Your mom is going to be pissed if you come with drugs. 

“Is it crack?” You whisper. “For God’s sake-stop that! No one is going to give you anything!” Machi puts her hand on her hips as she yells at you. 

  “Is it, like, a toe? An eyeball? Please no, no-”

Porter’s soft voice cuts through yours. “Stop.”

“Mom’s going to be so mad at me if I have a random toe again.” You try to wiggle out from his trap with no avail. 

   He grabs your head. “Enough,” He turns around to face his friends, covering you. Well, somewhat since he’s on the smaller side. “Go.” 

Immediately you realize that command is for you, and you take off.

---

  The next day is no better. He is still staring at you but at a closer distance. He moved someone from their seat just to sit behind you. And at lunch, he sat at another table facing you. He must want something, especially when he barely shows up for school. And now he does? 

  It’s drugs or blackmail. Murder? 

Before the day was even over, the principal called for an assembly. Begrudgingly, you enter the gym and stay close to the edge rather than the stairs. You look around for your friend but find Portor next to you instead. His thigh touches yours contently. There is not a single thing out of place with him. He looks like this is normal, regular for you two to be this close. Everyone else has a few inches between them yet he wants to be glued to you. 

   You say nothing to object. In the corner sits your friend. She “subtly” points her finger at him and mouths what he’s doing. You can’t make any sudden movements or he’ll notice. 

  “You answer her?” His voice is so soft, almost drowned out from the teenagers that the principal slowly reins in. Lucky for him, his mouth is close to your ear. 

“No need. It’s, um, like, right here. She can see this.”

He furrows his brows and asks, “Is it bad?”

You shift awkwardly, fully realizing that you’re brushing up against him. “N-no, just surprising. I mean, we haven’t talked since elementary.”

  He looks forward and says with confidence, “That change. We talk now.” 

Why? 

The principal goes on about the violence in school and how it will not be tolerated. If this continues, he will sort out that police will patrol the school. You side eye Feitan Portor who still wears his cowl covering his lower face but cannot hide his smile. 

   You’re scared. 

When the assembly is over, you jump up and try to walk down the seats rather than pass Portor to go to the stairs. A teacher yells to stop walking on the benches. You ignore her completely and blend with the crowd. Your heart is pounding. You rub your chest in an attempt to calm it. Suddenly, you feel something pressed against you right as you are seconds away from the door. 

  “God!” You shout as you see that he is right next to you with his hands in his jacket’s pockets. “Let’s go.”

“W-what about your friends? They gotta be looking for you.” He walks towards you, causing you to press against the wall and walk to the door. It’s like he’s herding you out the door. You walk stiffly next to him. The sun is hiding behind the clouds, causing the shadows to emphasize his paleness. 

  Your bag and book is snatched out of your hand. He’s carrying it and continues to walk. “H-hey!”

“Walk.” Why is he carrying your stuff? Is it collateral or something? He’s holding them hostage? Oh God, what if he wants you to do something illegal or sexual in exchange for your stuff?

  Quietly, the two of you walk to that familiar tree. “Where’s your home?”

No, no, he can’t walk you home. He’ll know where you live and that would be awful. Him having that kind of information? That’s deadly. “I-I can go the rest of the way. You probably have to head home too.” 

  You reach for your things. “No. Where is it?”

“I don’t have one.” You lie. The things he could do with your address…Lord have mercy. “Lie. Where is it? I take you home.”

  “I can go-”

“(Y/n).” He remembers your name? You remember his because so much has happened and the whole class were friends. Since you didn’t talk when you moved back this year, you didn’t think he’d remember you. 

  “Portor…”

“I walk you.” Too scared, you just agree and walk to your house with the short guy in tow. Your house comes to view. “Oh, your dad’s?”

  “How did-”

“Pool?” Your eyes dart around until you remember that you hosted a pool party once. There was a slip and slide, a kiddie pool, and sprinklers. Everyone had fun and sandwiches and chips. A few of your classmates didn’t have swimsuits so your dad had them wear old shirts for them so they could play too. Now that you think of it, he was one of those that didn’t have anything. 

  “I can’t believe you remember that.” Everything to do with your dad is mostly tucked away from your mind. Portor bringing up a memory that you vowed to cherish makes you remember how much fun everything was. It was so long ago, though. Times and people change regularly. There is no reason to hold onto a memory that didn’t last long enough, right?

  “I remember that what’s-his-name slid right through the slip and slide and into the fence.” You snap your fingers repeatedly trying to remember his name. Feitan is still friends with him. 

 “Bonolenov. He wore bandages for a while.” 

“Ah, I remember that. It still didn’t slow him down.” The two of you stand there in silence. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home.”

  You reach for the bag but he walks out of your reach and heads to the door. His steps are so quiet they don’t even disturb the bugs that tread along the sidewalk to your house. 

  He stops at your door, waiting for you. “I walk you home. Not on the sidewalk.” Even though he’s surrounded with violence and blood, you can’t deny that this is sweet. Suspicious as hell, but sweet nonetheless.

  “Thank you Portor.” You bounce on your feet. “It was nice talking to you.” And for reminding me of that sunny memory.

When you finally finish the day, you don’t feel as scared as you did for some reason. 

--

  “So…what’s going on? Where’s your shadow?” Your friend whispers lowly. There is a nice breeze that refreshes the overheated students. Unfortunately, there is a terrible heat advisory that is really showing its head. You have a loose blue tank top on and blue jeans which you wished you’d traded for something shorter. If this heat is making you wear a tank top and wish for shorts or a skirt, then it is hotter than satan’s breath. 

  Speak of the devil and he’ll appear, cutting right through the crowd of students under the shade, Chrollo and his posse silently intimidate those who hid under the leaves of the school’s trees. You can’t help but roll your eyes. They throw their weight around like a 1950s gang with leather jackets and a comb to fix their over gelled hair. Hell, Chrollo actually looks like the part. 

  Your friend groans next to you and fans herself and you do the same. The principal is expecting too much. You and the rest of the crowd are liable to run back inside if they don’t finish this fire drill. 

  “It isn’t a drill, you know.” She whispers yet again. You turn to her, confused. “What’re you talking about?”

   “Do you wonder why they were the last ones out?”

  “What do you think happened?” She shrugs. “I have no idea. But it’s suspicious. People are whispering about this. I mean, isn’t it weird? This happens right after the assembly that was basically for them?”

  You contribute to her curiosity. “Not to mention the lack of patrols…”

“Oh no, there were some. Where are they now, though? They were here this morning.”

  You want to change the subject. For some reason, you do feel a slight sliver of protectiveness towards them due to the memories. “This fucking heat. I can’t take this…”

  Then, a shadow stands in front of you. “Come.”

“No.” She grabs your wrist, frowning at Portor. She doesn’t trust him at all. Honestly, she has a right not to. All of the rumors that are whispered through the walls surround him like a blanket. And his demeanor doesn't help his case. “Why?” You cut in. 

  “Come with me.” Everyone is staring at the exchange. “This isn’t funny, Portor. Pick on someone else.” 

  You put your other arm around her protectively. “Um, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You try to reassure her in some kind of way. “Then I’m coming too. What’s one more person?”

 His cowl isn’t very good at hiding his expressions. He leads the two of you without a word. Under the tree is so much cooler than you expected. You feel bad for the others. 

   “Don’t worry, there are no drugs.” Phinks says, causing his other friends to laugh at your expense. 

“What’s he talking about?” Your friend leans in and “whispers”.

“They tried to make me take drugs.” You answer. Honestly, you can’t get over that. Not the drug part but how he trapped you against a tree. It was scary and unexpected. 

“No we didn’t!” Machi or Mochi corrects with her hands on her hips. Your friend rolls her eyes at her. Normally, your friend is a little on the timid side. But when it comes to these guys, she shows her dislike as if she doesn’t shake when ordering food. 

   Portor tugs you down to the ground for you to sit. Your legs are at the side of you, curled. The normally timid friend sits in between you and Portor. “I don’t trust him…” 

“You can’t whisper at all.” You tell her. She looks offended and pouts. The only noises are the few murmurs among the schoolmates and the subtle wind in the air. Still, there has been no word from the teachers. Perhaps your friend was right. 

   “Move.” Portor’s voice is soft yet firm. He stares directly at your friend with an indifferent expression. She scoffs and answers with a no. “Absolutely not.”

  “Babe, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You actually whisper. She turns to you wearing a frown. “And these people have good ones?”

  “You have no idea.” Bonolenov says. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. There is a tense feeling in the atmosphere that reminds you of anxiety. That fight or flight response that just won’t go away as you sit in front of them. 

  “Babe…please do what he says.” You squeeze her hand once. With nonverbal agreement, she moves over for him to sit next to you. “I sit here, okay?”

  “Okay, Portor.” Your friend glares at everyone. She is rightfully suspicious of everyone. There are so many negative things said that taints their image. And their teasing isn’t doing them any favors against the allegations. 

  Your thighs touch his on accident. The wind gives a harsh blow, slightly moving his cowl. You spot a flush on his cheeks.  “Are you hot? Why not take this off?”

  You give light tugs to his jacket. “No.”

“This?” You gently move the fabric from his face. His cheeks are warm and have a youthful roundness to them. “There’s no reason to bake in the sun.”

He removes it then to your surprise, gives it to you. You thank him and don’t mention that his face is red. If you were vain, you’d think it’s because of you. But the sun is out and it’s hot. 

Your friend is bug eyed at the sight with her head cocked slightly.

  “So, this has been weird. We’re going home.” She picks you up by your arm and makes way out of the shade. You are quickly pulled towards your shadow. “Go away.”

  “Portor…”

“And leave her with you? ” She points to him. His face hardens and before anyone can make a move, you rush to intervene. “It’s alright!” You say a little too quickly and grab his hand and leave. She shouts at you as you run away. “Toots! Are you crazy?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You yell back at her. “If you live that long! He even smells insane!”

  “ Bye!”

--

You take him and run, completely sure that you’re safe. Maybe it’s because he was nice to you and remembered the pool party. It could be how quiet he is, not needing to fill the silence. It’s relaxing that way. 

   “Here we are.” You stop in front of your house again. The plain beige paneling and the lackluster decor. The lawn needs to be mowed, you note. 

 Just as you are about to head inside your home, he grabs your hand and leads you away. His hands have calluses on them and are bigger than yours. They are paler than the upper part of his face, too. He puts them in his pockets and occasionally wears gloves, so that could be the culprit. 

   You turn around and look back at your house. Feitan squeezes your hand roughly and yanks you. You frown and debate on tugging it free. Like he read your mind, he pulls you closer. His already thin eyes squint in suspicion. 

  The little shop is small and has large windows with writing on them. The drawings are clearly done by kids. A sun in the upper corner, a tiny snowman with a large nose and a crooked hat, and so many more. 

  The bell dings when the two of you open the door. The old man at the counter perks up at the sound and smiles widely at you. 

 “Well aren’t you cute!” The old man coos. The apples of his cheeks are red and his smile makes his laugh lines more prominent, a testimony of the joy in his life. His brown eyes are small but they have a twinkle in them. He reminds you of Old Saint Nick but without the beard. 

   Portor holds two fingers up. “Crepe.” The old man puts his hand on his chin then leans into Portor’’s ear. The old baker doesn’t notice the glare he’s getting or the danger leaking from him. 

“How about you two share?” He whispers. Portor side eyes the old man. The guy clicks his tongue and finger guns at Portor. All the while, he remains silent. 

 “What flavor?” 

“Um, what would you like?” You don’t know if he likes the same thing as you. He answers with confidence. “Chocolate. You like chocolate.”

  “Well, how about the lover’s special? It’s the right amount of sweet and pretty, just like your lady.” Your cheeks get warm and you instinctively cover them. 

  “My lady would like something to drink.” My lady. Just what is he getting at? You haven’t talked to him since the science fair or a play, maybe? Nah, he’s probably being sarcastic because of what the old man said.

  “One lover’s twist, coming up.” 

You see a table and walk towards it then are interrupted by the older man who decides to direct you to a red booth that has a rounded top. If you were to look at it right, it’d remind you of a heart. “The lighting is better over here, if I may.”

  Portor sits in front of you as quiet as ever. “Why did you want to come here? I’m sure you and your friends have something to do.”

Something illegal, no doubt. 

Portor taps his fingers on the table. His eyes snap to yours when he catches you staring at his long fingers. 

  “You know already.” You frown and think back. You don’t have a clue and he’s looking at you expectantly. Right before you could ask some more questions, the old man brings out the crepe and a shake that has a cherry on top with two straws coming out of the tall glass. You thank him and dig into the shake first. As you are sipping, Portor does the same. In the corner of your eye, you see the old man trying to make it seem like he isn’t paying attention to you. 

  You take a small bite of the crepe. The flavor bursts in your mouth. The sweetness isn’t too sweet but does hit the spot. You take another bite and chew slowly, realizing that Portor hasn’t touched it. Then, you feel the pad of his thumb brush across the corner of your mouth. 

  Your cheeks are on fire. “I’m sorry. I’m a messy eater, that’s why I was going slow.” 

   His face holds no expression. The weird and heavy feeling makes you uncomfortable. “Sorry if I disgusted you.” 

“No. You okay.” Eating in front of people has made you a little insecure over the years. Your dad was a messy eater and you got that from him. “Thank you, Portor.”

He stops eating mid chew when you two hear sniffles. The old man at the counter wipes his eyes. “So cute…so many memories.” He whispers.

-

   Afterwards, he walked you home with your hand in his, guiding you back. This entire thing has been so, so weird. Yet it feels…right? Casual or normal. Nothing feels out of place except for the fact that he’s dangerous and scary. It is the shock of randomness that gets you. Walking you home, sitting next to you, and the amount of staring is so jarring it’s a fright on its own. 

   The anxiety is what you’ve been feeling under his intense stare is like being the center of attention under a microscope. It is uncomfortable. However, the heat in your cheeks isn't from embarrassment as he links his fingers through yours. 

   “Thank you for the crepe, Portor.”

“ Feitan. Not Portor.” You smile and hum, missing how his cheeks are pink and eyes twinkle for the first time in years. It’s cute.

  You come across your house once again, already dreading going inside to face your parent’s wrath for being late and not wanting this day to end. “I had fun, Feitan.” 

  He’s still holding your hand like it’s something precious he stole. “Me too.”

You don’t make a move to let go and neither does he. You know you should. You should be running away from him. A drug dealer, fighter, gangster, maybe even a murderer or at least will be one. You should pull away. You shouldn’t have entertained this for so long. 

 Yet you feel content? Happy? Comforted, maybe? There’s a word for it but you don’t know the answer right now. Not when he takes your hand and places a delicate kiss on your knuckle. 

  So, that’s why. He likes you. As in, like-like. You smile wide and try to hide your face. You’d never thought he’d have a crush on you or anyone for that matter. How sweet this is and what a cherished memory it will be. 

  And to think, that old man understood before you did. 

“Boss said you like that. It’s in books.” Boss? He must mean Chrollo. “Yeah, I do. It’s not everyday I’m treated like this.”

  He says nothing for a moment. A moment you cherish so you can regain your thoughts and attempt to stop you from being so flustered. So you can actually see him clearly. His eyes are shiny and his face is slightly flushed. You finally notice that his hair wasn’t in its usual state. Long and slightly unkempt. Instead, it looks smoother and better brushed. 

This is a date. 

Your first date. Is it his, too?

“I can see you everyday. You smile nice.” He says. His voice is still quiet and now even moreso, wanting to hide the compliment. “You have a nice smile too.”

“Feit-”

“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his. 

  You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about. 

  “I’m learning too, Feitan.” You are. In a short amount of time you’ve seen something different. Something that was hiding in plain sight. There are still reservations because of what he does. But that’s it. It isn’t him that holds you back, it is the rumors and the fights. From what you see, this side of Feitan is sweet. This moment is something you’ll keep and hope for more of them. 

  You can see him. 

He kisses your knuckle again. “A start.”

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cyno (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Cyno (Genshin Impact) & Reader Characters: Cyno (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: insecure reader, Laughter, Bad Jokes, Jokes, Protective Cyno (Genshin Impact), Cyno's jokes, Out of Character, Romance, Sunsets, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Awkward Romance, Funny, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Romantic Fluff, Workplace Relationship, Work, POV First Person, Fluff, Fluff without Plot, One Shot, Short, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet, Random & Short Summary:

“He stares deeply into your soul, hypnotising you with his affection (and his bad jokes).”

Cyno tells you a joke but you are very insecure about your laugh. You have a big fat crush on him and unsure on how he would react to your unattractive laugh, you attempt to shut yourself up, but this takes a turn for the better.

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Hey fanfic readers of Tumblr, I thought I’d post this because it was pretty popular on my AO3 (and shamelessly because the Genshin Impact tag is trending right now…LMAO)…I haven’t formatted it on here cause i’m planning on re-writting it as i’m not to proud of it…anyway, enjoy! (´ ∀ ` *)

𝘚𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader (referred to as [Reader])

Type: Fluff (Christmas/Holiday/Winter fluff)

Word count: Around 2k.

Author’s note: Heyy! Thanks for checking this out. I’m obsessed with the new Barbatos card (the image for this fic) and it’s a shame I haven’t got it ugh. Happy holidays! 🎄

TW: A bit of alcohol but it’s just Asmo being a bit tipsy.

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It’s cold, yet there’s warmth inside you. An unsettled desire brings hope to the chill.

Just a glance at him and your cheeks heat up. 

Fog puffs out in warm breaths, reminding you of how a child would imagine it to be like a dragon’s. 

Just a glance at him and time stops . 

Snow is falling.

Climbing the ladder, you steady yourself, wrapping the final string of lights against a pole.

As the lights are turned on, illuminating the entirety of the demon lord’s castle, you rush down the steps, only to fall backwards in a flurry. As swift as a winter’s solitary breeze, you are caught in the arms of none other than the man you had been infatuated with the entire duration of decorating - Barbatos. 

“Easy does it. There you are.”

As he stabilises your weight in his arms, there is a comforting, lingering touch. 

“Ahem. My apologies.”

“It’s ok-“

But as you try to step away from his grasp, his hands let go too quickly, causing you to tumble headfirst into the snow. (What a cliché.)

“Oh dear. [Reader], are you quite alright?” 

“Ow.”

“Is that all you have to say? You seem to have taken more than just a tumble... It’s cold outside now. Allow me to take you home to warmth.”

“But-“

“If your concern is missing the final product of our efforts,” he unplugs it from the power source, “we can admire the lights later. I must prioritise your wellbeing. I will take you home.”

He ushers you away, not allowing a word more. 

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As you walk beside him, you wonder if he's cold.

“Hey-“

Nevermind . 

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind.”

“What was the matter?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Surely it must be something.” 

“It’s alright.”

“All right, whatever pleases you.”

“Now I feel bad.”

“Then tell me, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to ask if you were cold.”

“I’m unaffected by the cold. But thank you for your concern… and you?”

“Freezing.”

“Why hadn’t you said so earlier?”

“Huh? Why?”

Is he going to offer his coat? His hand? (In marriage? You wished) 

“I could have gotten someone else to assist me with the lights.”

Oh. Ohh . 

“I saw you and wanted to help.”

“How generous of you… You’re shivering now, [Reader].” 

“I’m fine. We’re only a few minutes away.”

“It’s nice of you to walk me back. You know, we haven’t spoken properly like…ever. I always just see you running around for Lord Diavolo…”

“Running around? Is that how you see me?”

“Just an expression, but yeah, basically.”

“I see. And yes, I suppose you’re right. We haven’t spoken properly since your arrival here at the Devildom.” 

“Well, except for during the power cut. Remember?”

The darkness. It feels trapping yet too open. You can’t run, but everything can move and catch you. Waiting for the knife, or claws, or something. Something in your back.

Especially in a realm full of demons. 

“You were very shaken. For someone who had borne with the Devildom’s sky for around three weeks, I didn't expect you to have a fear of darkness.”

“Thanks back then, by the way.”

“It was only natural that I, the only one present in the hall at the time, were to be the one to comfort you.” 

“And you did it very well, so thank you, again.”

“Anytime, dear.”

“What did you just say?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“You-“

“We are now reaching a part of the realm that is dark and is not lit with lamps. Watch your footing.”

A shudder, but not from the cold.

“Are you alright [Reader]?”

“No…”

The darkness shrouds you but it’s less like a hug and more like suffocation. 

“Ah, I see.”

He takes your hand.

It’s warm. 

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As you enter the lounge of the House of Lamentation, the change of temperature brings you to shiver again.

“[Reader]?”

“Hm? I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Only slightly.”

“I shan't allow that.”

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Take a seat.”

“I said-”

“No. Not another word.”

“But-“

“What did I just say.”

He ushers you to the velvet couch and finds a conveniently placed blanket nearby to wrap around you. 

“Um…”

“What is the matter?”

“You’re acting like a doting mother.”

“I suppose I am.”

You share a laugh, his one much more muffled, and he leaves, “I’ll be right back [Reader]”.

The fireplace in front of you dances warmly. 

Dancing…oh yes, there was going to be a ball tomorrow. Apparently, Lord Diavolo hosts it every year.

What do you wear? You don’t have anything nice to wear and there isn’t any time to buy anything. Maybe you can borrow something from Asmodeus?

“I brought you a drink.”

Barbatos elegantly pours a generous amount of a deep scarlet liquid from a well-polished bottle (which seems that it could be the price of your home) and then one for himself.

“What is it?”

As he hands it to you, you smell a thick aroma of red wine and spices. The glass heats your frozen fingertips. However nice the feeling of warmth or even the gesture, you can’t accept it. You don’t like alcohol. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not really keen on alcohol.”

“Oh, I see,” he takes both wine glasses in his hand, and sets them on a table just as gracefully as he had made the drinks, “Ah right, I see that an alcoholic beverage wouldn’t have necessarily helped anyway, it would have left you dehydrated. Would you prefer something smoother? Like hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I would love that. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“It would be my pleasure. How are you feeling?”

“I told you earlier, I’m fin-“

It was the most inconvenient time to sneeze, but it’s not like you could hold it in. 

“I didn’t want you getting in a state of unwell, especially the day before Lord Diavolo’s ball, now here we are. Humans get sick so easily…” 

“I’m not sick, it was just a sneeze.”

“It’s a sign of the nasty presence of a virus and although it may have been dispersed through the sneeze, we don’t want to take the risk of late treatment. I’ll get your drink. You need warmth.”

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After a long night of indecision on treatment of your oncoming cold, warm drinks and conversation, you decide to retire to your room.

“Thank you, Barbatos.”

“Do you feel better now?”

You’ve given up explaining that it really was just a sneeze, so you just go along with it now. 

“Yes. Night night!”

“Goodnight.”

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The day of the ball. (Of course, this is how all romantic party settings are set to be described.)

You feel like a princess. Not that you have the clothing for it, but you feel like Cinderella - who technically didn't have a dress either. 

You remember one of the topics of conversation with Barbatos last night:

“Ah, I don’t even have a dress! What am I gonna do?”

“I can find one for you.”

“Would you really?”

“I have the capability of doing so, yes.”

“So last minute?”

“…being completely honest, I've had one prepared for you already.”

“What? For how long exactly?”

“The day after the power cut, when the ball was first announced.”

“Why?”

“I thought you might not have anything due to your abrupt arrival here.”

“Well, you were right. You’re always right.”

“Am I?”

He really is.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see if the attire I chose for you suits you as much as I thought it would, then I will count it as being ‘always right.’”

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He hasn’t given you the dress yet. You wonder when it will arrive. 

Just then, you notice something in the corner of your eye, hung on your wardrobe door.

It’s red. Your favourite colour. How did he know?

A label attached reads: 

“The red compliments your complexion really well and matches the theme of the ball. I do hope you find it suitable.

Signed, Barbatos. x ”

Kiss. A kiss at the end. 

But what has captured your attention more is how perfect the dress really is.

It’s like he knew you’d always wanted to wear a dress such as this one, and also how you don’t like to show off.

It’s the perfect line between elegance, glamour and comfort both physically and socially. 

It’s perfect.

He’s always right. 

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The ball passes, not quickly, not slowly, but just how something enjoyable would pass by in the present. 

You find yourself first at the buffet, as all parties should start with a satisfied stomach (the devil fondue was especially good, but your favourite was the dark chocolate berries from the human world), then in newfound confidence, you join the brothers to dance.

Mammon is the first to snatch you. It’s only natural, as he was your first. 

Satan and Mammon have a row, in which you have to break apart, only to be stolen by Asmodeus. 

In the final spin with Asmo, you find yourself in between Beelzebub and Belphegor, Belphie being a surprisingly good dancer, despite seeming lazy (Beel, not so much.)

Taken by the waist, Simeon guides you to Solomon whilst dancing (quite horribly, but it’s at a tremendous effort at the very least), and Solomon dips you, most likely having stolen the move from a dance show back in the human world. 

Luke asks to dance, and you let him spin you, before you realise you are now in the centre of the ballroom again. 

Lucifer asks to dance. Diavolo asks to dance.

Where is Barbatos? 

Yes, it was great having everyone fight for your attention; you felt adored and appreciated. It was fun. 

But why did you care so much about Barbatos? He was all you could think about. 

“[Reader], are you okay? You seem to be getting tired?”

“Sorry, Diavolo.”

“It’s alright.”

He guides you to the balcony.

“Perhaps get some quiet here.”

The cool breeze feels nice.

“I have to keep an eye on our guests. Have a great evening.”

“Thank you, you too.”

All the dancing has left you in a sweat, so you don’t notice the cold.

Your mind inevitably drifts back to the thought of Barbatos. He’s probably helping with serving guests. 

How romantic would it be that he joins you on the balcony? The lights of distant homes and of the decorations you had put up with him, colours moulding together, only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you. 

Not everything is convenient like that, unfortunately. But wouldn’t it be so romantic?

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“[Reader]”

“I was looking for you .”

Noticing your obsessive thoughts earlier, you had gone looking for Barbatos. You’re not surprised at all that you found him in the kitchen, sorting out drinks. However, what does surprise you is his lack of formality as he leans against the countertop, hand on his forehead.

He’s stressed. 

“My apologies, you haven’t caught me at the right time.”

He stands upright.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m quite alright.”

“Now, this is one of the moments where you’re wrong.”

He remains silent.

“You’re stressed aren’t you? I’m sure Lord Diavolo won’t mind if you take a break. There’s many other servers.”

Just as you say that, one walks in the room.

“I’ll take those drinks, Barbatos!”

This is definitely more conveniently timed than your sneeze earlier.

“Are you certain? All right.”

“So, Barbatos. How about that break?” you break in before he has even the slightest chance to start making new drinks.

“Alright, fine. Only because it’s you. Humans are so persistent that it's bothersome.”

“Sure.”

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What’s the best way to relax? 

“Barbatos, what do you want to do on your break?”

“First of all, I would like to tell you how stunning you look tonight.”

“Me? Really? I’m like a speck of dust compared to all of the other beautiful people in this hall.”

“I haven’t noticed. I seem to only have eyes for you.”

“That was horribly cringey.”

“I am aware. I evoke that statement.”

“Second of all, would you like to-“

Before he can finish, a drunken Asmo latches onto you.

“Hey, little lamb, are you enjoying the ball?”

“You’ve had way too much alcohol, Asmodeus, you reek of it,” Barbatos cuts in, pulling him off of you, somehow making it seem way less awkward. “I’m sorry, [Reader], allow me to quickly hand Asmodeus to Lucifer’s or Solomon's care.” 

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Over the night, Barbatos keeps getting interrupted. He always manages to find you, but every time he does, he seems to end up working again. 

“What happened to your break?”

“I am truly sorry, [Reader].”

You feel horrible.

Surely one moment away won’t cause havoc, right?

“Come with me.”

No guts to grab his hand, but you make sure to look behind you to see if he follows you.

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Your wine red dress trails in the snow as you head to the outside gazebo.

Barbatos attempts to pick it up, but you tell him it’s fine.

“You need to relax. It’s a party. I know you’re working, but still. You should enjoy it too.”

Only now do you notice his attire is a bit different to usual.

“Is that a new suit?”

“Yes. Lord Diavolo wouldn’t let me have it any other way.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you.”

“What did you want to do on your break earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted…many times…”

“I wanted to ask, would you like to dance?”

“Oh, well it’s a bit late for that now. The ball is just about to end, and we’re outside now. And I bet we’ll be interrupted when we go back in again.” 

“I wanted to dance with you. I don’t necessarily need music to do so. I’ve been left waiting for quite a while now so I really don’t care so much about the environment we will be in to do so anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

One step. Two steps. In elegance you glide. His confident hands trail your lower back as he pulls you close to him. 

Once again you notice breaths puffing out like a dragon, the warmth of his meeting your cheeks. Noses just barley apart, he feels cold. 

“Are you cold now?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“It feels awkward without music.”

“I can hear it from afar, can’t you?”

“I can’t really focus on that right now.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“We’re…very close right now.”

“This is the manner in which you dance with someone at such a formal gathering, is it not?”

“Very close.”

He pulls away, and lets you spin.

“Apologies. I suppose I was cold and had to hold you closer.”

“You just said you weren’t!”

“Fine.”

As you twirl once more he catches you and you hear the music in the distance stop. 

“That was the last dance.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to stop, does it?“

“Just how desperate were you to dance with me?”

“The whole night. Perhaps more.”

You pull out your D.D.D and it starts blasting a really embarrassing song.

“Shit- Sorry. Whoops. Ignore that. Um, give me a song.”

“I quite liked the sound of that one.”

“You’re joking. Give me a classical one, like the ones being played in the hall.” 

He recommends a song. 

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After your dance, the snow gets heavier. You’re trapped under the gazebo now. With him.

What a cliché! You can’t believe your luck!

“How was my dancing skills?”

“Marvellous.”

“Of course-“

Mocking a face of arrogance, you look up. But…

There’s mistletoe.

“You hadn’t noticed before?”

“And you had?!”

“Oh gosh. Alright.”

You notice his hand as it rides up your arm. His eyes deepen in affection.

He leans in. 

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“If you insist.”

“I insist.”

And colours blend as you wanted it to.

It's only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you. 

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End author’s note: I hope you enjoyed! I posted this just in time for Christmas…Happy holidays and have an amazing new year! 🎆

Speaking of new years, that reminds me of fireworks…hey, this is shameful advertising but check out my Diavolo fic based on fireworks. 🥰 LMAOO

“What you deserve” (Connor DBH x Fem. Reader) 18+ ✨

Summary: Reader has had a stressful week working during the busiest month a year, December. That’s why you’re so relieved to come home to Connor for a much needed weekend. You’re however surprised when you come home and is treated to an amazing, romantic evening by your even more amazing boyfriend, that all ends up with the most intense and pleasurable night you’ve ever dreamed of!

Warnings: 18+, mature content, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, body worship, mentions of emotionally unhealthy previous relationships.

A/N: This is both my first time writing a reader insert story and more or less my first time writing an all out smut 18+ fic. Please let me know how I did and if you’d be interested in more stories like this. With that said, I really hope you enjoy my work and thank you for reading! 💚

Word count: 6.2K

Banner: By me.

You entered your and Connor’s shared apartment, turned and leaned against the door before releasing a sigh of relief. Finally it was weekend! Working retail in December was no joke. Customers had been rude and demanding all week and your hours had been hectic and full of overtime. Christmas was wonderful, but unfortunately it was also cold, stressful and demanding, so right now all you wanted was just to just relax and forget the world for a bit. As you hung up your winter coat, scarf and bag you noticed the sound of soft christmas music coming from the kitchen mixed with a delicious smell.

Smiling you made your way from the hallway to the kitchen. When you neared you could hear the soft baritone voice of your boyfriend humming along to the carol from the overhead sound system. You peaked through the archway and leaned against the wall as you silently watched Connor swaying and singing softly to himself as he handled and stirred several pots on the stove and peaked on a bread baking in the oven.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, your eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and fondness.

Connor turned and sent you that huge boyish smile he always got when he saw you after a long day. He was wearing a thick, white knitted sweater you’d gotten him on his activation day and his preferred dark slacks, his LED spun a contended blue.

“Y/N, welcome home!” He greeted warmly before making his way over to you to pull you into his warm embrace and kissing you gently.

You accepted the kiss with a satisfied sigh and rested your hands against his warm chest. When he pulled away slightly you got the chance to look over the rest of your spacious apartment. Soft candlelight was illuminating most surfaces, the table was beautifully set and a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers was standing in a clear vase in the center.

“What’s all this? Did I miss an anniversary or something?” You asked suddenly nervous you’d missed something important.

Connor laughed softly and quickly reassured you. “Not at all don’t worry. I just know how stressed you’ve been and you’ve been working so hard lately, so I wanted to do something nice for you.” As he talked he went over to the small wine fridge, pulled out a chilled bottle of your favorite white wine and poured it into a glass he then handed over to you. He also poured himself a glass of thirium based wine to join you.

You accepted the glass and looked at him with big eyes. “That is.. So incredible sweet. Thank you!”

Connor smiled and gently guided you towards the set table and pulled out the chair for you to sit. “I take it you like it then?”

“I do! It’s amazing Connor.” You said as you took your seat and sipped your wine, enjoying the chilled, dry flavour. “It’s just what I didn’t know I needed.” You added with a smile over the rim of your glass.

“Good.” Connor smiled as he returned to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinner is almost ready.”

“Starving.” You replied and took another appreciative sip of your wine and also enjoyed the sight of Connor expertly manuvering the kitchen as he finished dinner.

—

“That was delicious Con. Thank you for dinner.” You heaved, feeling so full from the delicious homemade meal. You leaned back to stretch in your chair, making your spine pop a few times and let out a groan. Your job left you on your feet all hours of your day ,aside from your 30 minute lunch and occasionally bathroom break. Especially in December the days were chaotic and hectic, leaving you feeling sore and spent both physically and mentally. You stood up to start clearing the table. Since Connor had cooked the least you could do was do the dishes and the cleanup, but Connor stood with you and stopped you.

“Hey none of that. This is your night off, you aren’t to do any work or cleaning” He chastised you jokingly.

“At least let me help clean up, you shouldn’t have to do all that work alone.” You protested, but Connor simply took your hand and began leading you away from the kitchen towards the bathroom.

“Absolutely not. I’ve got another surprise for you.” He said with a grin and pulled you into the master bathroom.

“Another one? Wha..” You started to question but stopped dead in your tracks as you entered the bathroom that was being illuminated by soft candlelight and a hot steaming bubble bath already filled and waiting for you. The tantalising smell of orange flowers and bamboo from your favorite soap filled the room. Across the tub the wooden tray held your current book, open on the page you’d reached (most people used pads these days but you still preferred the feel and smell of a real book). It also held your favorite hand cream, since the cold weather always left your hands dry and painful. Another vase with beautiful white flowers stood at the corner of the tub. The whole scene was intoxicatingly relaxing and romantic. You turned to look at your android boyfriend who looked back at you with a soft smile.

“How are you this perfect?” You asked, almost being serious. No one had ever treated you like this. In all your previous relationships you’d somehow always ended up being the sole caregiver and comforter, expected to always have an endless flood of love, empathy and care to offer and provide. You’d gotten so used to it you’d stopped expecting anything else and accepted that your role in a relationship was to make sure all your partner’s emotionally and physically needs were met. Even though you held a full-time job yourself, it wasn’t high paying at all so you’d never earned quite as well as any of your previous partners. So since they were usually the main financial provider they’d made it clear you needed to provide in other ways, wether it be cooking, cleaning or always being ready to offer affection and attention. And when, at some point, you’d find yourself so drained of energy that you’d no longer be able to live up to par they’d all left you with excuses such as you’d let yourself go, you didn’t appreciate them enough or they couldn’t function with a woman who couldn’t even keep her home proper. It’d left you heartbroken each time and it’d chiselled away at your confidence little by little until you’d given up on finding love, believing you weren’t worthy of it.

It wasn’t until you’d met Connor and he slowly but surely managed to show you he didn’t expect or want you to mange the whole household all alone. He’d affirmed, nurtured and supported you from the very start of your relationship, something that had immensely confused you and made you anxious at first, but with Connor it was so much different. You supported each other in the best way and if both of you had a bad day, he didn’t expect you to put aside your feelings or needs to accomodate his, you’d help each other.

Connor simply kissed your lips again and silently helped you to get undressed, the action making his LED spin yellow as he unveiled your body like it was a piece of fine art, unable to hide his appreciation before he prompted you to enter the hot water. You sank in with an almost sinful moan, loving the feel of the hot soapy water penetrating your stiff muscles. Connor exited only to return moments later with your refilled wine glass and put it on the tray in front of you along with a glass of water to keep you hydrated as well.

“Now, take all the time you want to relax and unwind and call me if you need a refill.” He instructed before landing another soft kiss on your forehead this time, then left the room to let you enjoy some peace and quiet.

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You spent the next hour throughly enjoying your hot soak, reading your book, slowly sipping your wine and appreciating the much needed alone time you’d had for yourself for the first time this entire week. When the water started getting chilled you stood, drained the water, to then rinse and wash probably in a short shower. Once that was done you pulled on your green satin robe and excited the bathroom to find your boyfriend and thank him proper for the lovely bath. The kitchen was spotless but also vacant, as was the living room and all candles had already been extinguished, therefor there were only one place your lover could’ve disappeared to and it suited you perfectly.

You found him as expected in the bedroom, once again the space primarily being lit up with several candles. Connor was already undressed down to his black boxes as he lay reclined on top of the covers in your shared bed with a pad in hand. At the sound of you entering he however looked up at you with a smile and immediately put the device away.

“Did you enjoy your bath love?” He asked sincerely.

“I did, it was perfect. This whole night has been perfect. You’re the best baby.” You replied and made your way to the foot of the bed.

Connor stood to join you. He pulled you close and slowly untied the sash holding your robe closed but never breaking eyecontact with you.

“Are you tired?” He asked lowly as his hands found their way under the satin to your bare waist underneath.

You shook your head ‘no’ slowly, the simple touch already spreading goosebumps across your skin. “Not really.” You whispered.

“Good.” Connor growled before he swooped you up in one powerful motion, supporting you under your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his middle and your arms behind his head for balance. He claimed your lips in a passionate kiss while he gently placed you flat on your back on the soft, white duvet on your king seize bed. You pressed up, though never breaking your kiss, in effort to turn you around so you could finally show Connor some love and attention of your own.

But your efforts were futile as Connor pressed you back down by your shoulders, letting your lips part and making you let out a disapproving whine both from being denied access to his body and his mouth.

“I want you to lay back and let me take care of you. Think you can do that for me gorgeous?” The android requested in that low, sensual voice of his.

Your first instinct was to protest, but you were already dizzy with lust and that deep voice and smouldering look he sent weren’t helping, so you nodded your consent, not trusting your own voice at the moment.

Connor smiled widely, even looking a little smug he’d get things his way. “Good girl.” He praised and oh God, you swore you could feel the growing wetness between your folds increasing at those simple two words alone.

The android slipped your robe out from beneath you, leaving you completely bare. He allowed himself a few seconds of appreciating your nakedness, his LED spinning yellow, then arranged the pillow under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He placed a lingering kiss to your lips before he trailed kisses slowly down your body. His first stop was at the juncture between you neck and shoulder making you sigh in pleasure. Then he slowly descended down to your breasts, flicking his tongue repeatedly across first one nipple until it stiffened under his attention, then repeated the action on the other before shifting to broader licks. You moaned shamelessly at the attention, loving the feeling of his tongue in your breasts, but knowing how amazing that was going to feel once he’d go lower. Connor however seemed in no rush and made his way agonisingly slowly down your body making you whimper and sigh restlessly as you grew more and more desperate.

Your patience were rewarded however as you finally felt a broad stroke of the sinfully talented tongue move trough your slick folds and across your clit.

“Yes!! Ahh.. Connor!!” You moaned loudly as your lover lapped at your pussy in a steady rhythm, alternating between penetrating you with his tongue and licking your clit in tantalising patterns and pressures. Ever so often Connor moaned against you, the sound muffled by your sex, not holding back his own pleasure at servicing you like this. With practiced ease he build your pleasure to a crescendo and then he just.. Kept you there..

Your moans filled the room as every time you felt sure you were just milliseconds from tipping over the edge Connor skilfully pulled you back.

“Please.. God~ please Connor..” You started to beg as your climax moved just beyond your reach once again. “Let me cum, pleeeease~~!”

This time Connor actually stopped fully to peak up at you. He should have looked ridiculous with your juices glistening on his lips and chin in the candlelight, but he just looked criminally sexy. You whined at the loss, but Connor shushed you gently and stroked up your thigh and stomach with one hand, as the other kept you steady at your hip to keep you from chasing his mouth.

“I’m gonna take my sweet time with you tonight darling, keep it slow and gentle. I want you to focus on relaxing your every muscle, keep breathing deep and give yourself completely over to me. Let every little feeling wash over you and just.. Enjoy..” He said in a hushed voice and placed a pacifying kiss to your stomach. “Will you do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, your cheeks flushed from neediness. You’d do anything to get that mouth back on you. You tried to buck your hips again but Connor pulled further back at the motion.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted. “I said.. Relax.” He repeated pointedly.

You closed your eyes, drew in a deep breath and focused on relaxing your entire body on the exhale, practically sinking into the mattress this time and this doing what you were told.

“‘Much better, good girl.” He praised and returned his mouth to you.

You kept focusing on your breath and on staying relaxed this time, it was hard since you’d been so fixated on chasing your own orgasm just a few minutes ago, but the longer you did the more relaxed you became. It helped Connor’s movements were much slower now as well, his tongue moving almost lazily over your clit and folds. But despite the slow pace, every motion was teasing your most sensitive and pleasurable spots non stop and made you much more aware of every little nuance and feeling. After about 30 minutes you found yourself having slipped into an almost trance like state of constant pleasure.

“Ahhh~~Ahhh~~Ahhh~~” You couldn’t hold back low moans escaping your lips on every exhale. The pleasure then suddenly increased, your own sounds increasing with it, as you felt one single digit enter you and press firmly down on your g-spot, rubbing it with perfect precision.

“Ahh!! Oh God~~ Yes!! I’m.. I’m!! I’m gonna..” Your voice was breathy but impossible to hold back as you still lay completely boneless and relaxed while the pleasure just kept rising and you still didn’t feel yourself tipping over all the way.

“Cum.” A single muffled command then vibrated against your clit and the dam broke.

“Ahh~~Aaahhhh~~ Oooohhh my Gooood!! Yeeeeeeeessss!!!” You cried hoarsely as a tidal wave of immense pleasure washed over you. Connor never stopped his ministrations, still licking and fucking you slowly with a single finger, making your climax last impossible long as the pleasure decreased only little by little instead of disappearing in a few seconds like usual.

You were both surprised and pleased once your climax had run its course over several minutes that you found yourself right back at that plateau of constant pleasure that you’d been floating on before being pulled over the edge. Normally you’d be way too sensitive to receive anymore attention after coming down without it being downright uncomfortable. But despite having just experienced the most intense and powerful orgasm in your life your boyfriend’s mouth and finger kept going and it felt just as amazing as before.

“That’s it, love.” Connor’s low voice just managed to penetrate your pleasure fogged daze and continuing soft, appreciative moans.

You were so spaced-out, your eyes closed in content that you didn’t realise Connor had moved before you felt the press of his big, hard member gliding into your soaking entrance in one deep stroke. Your eyebrows knitted together and and you let out a long keen of absolute ecstasy as you felt every glorious inch filling you in the best way possible.

“Connor~!!” You gasped.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned quietly on his own as he started a slow, but deep thrusting rhythm. “I love watching you come apart like this. Love the way you moan my name..”

“Ohhhh~~ Connoooor!!” You mewled his name at both his words and the way he now managed to hit your g-spot with perfect depth and pressure while still doing it so slowly the pleasure was mind-numbing, but not enough to push you over the edge again.

Connor’s hands moved up your arms until he was holding you down gently by both hands above your head. Your entire body offered no resistance, all your muscles felt like feathers, light and almost weightless. Your breaths were deep and controlled, making your chest rise and fall gently in time with every perfectly aimed thrusts.

Connor’s moans mixed with yours along with the wet sucking sound each time his cock pulled out almost all the way, only to disappear into you again so very slowly. Connor kept up this slow pace for 45 minutes, never once faltering in his rhythm or precision of his thrusts due to his unlimited android stamina. Once again you found yourself in an euphoric state where the pleasure just kept building impossible heigh, but never tipping you over that last edge.

“I’m going to make you cum now~~” Connor moaned softly into your right ear then nibbled gently on the lobe. “Keep breathing for me and let me hear you.” He added and squeezed your hands a little tighter in his.

The change in his movements were subtle and almost impossible to detect, but you’d never been more tuned in on your own body than you were right now and you felt the minute change of pressure and tempo on that deep bundle of nerves within you like a freight train. The burning coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter and your moans louder and louder.

“Ahhhhh~~!! Ohhhh, R-Right there!! Ahhhhhh~~ Yess.. Yeeeesss!! I’m gonna cuuum~~ Ohhhh, you’re gonna make me cum again babbyyy~~ ” You cried as the pleasure increased even higher than the first time, even tough that should’ve been impossible. He hadn’t even touched your clit this time around, something that was usually a must if you were to have any hope of reaching your end, but here you were on your way to the best orgasm in your life from nothing more than excruciatingly slow repeated penetration.

“I’m!! Ooohhhhhh~~ Aahhhhhh~~ AAHHHHH~~~ YEEEEESSSSS ~~ I’M C-CUMMING!! I’M CU- AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~!!!!” If your first orgasm had been a tidal wave, this was a full blown tsunami. The amount of undiluted pleasure that submerged you were indescribable and you could hardly keep up.

In the distance you heard Connor’s echoing moans as your walls clenched and spasmed uncontrollably around his cock as he fucked you through your long climax that once again stayed at a unrelenting crescendo for minutes! You briefly wondered if you should be embarrassed about how much noise you were making, but you quickly dismissed it as you opened your eyes a fraction for the first time in forever and saw the look of absolute adoration, joy and pleasure on Connor’s face, as your body kept clenching and welcoming his still rock hard member.

“That’s my girl~~ You’re doing so well, darling.. Ahhh~~ You feel so amazing around me.. You’re gripping me so tight!! And.. Ohhhh~~ You make such beautiful sounds for me!!” He moaned freely, your eyes locked together making the moment even more intimate and intense. “One more precious.. I.. Ahhhh~~ I need you to see you cum for me just one more time.. Can you do that for me?” He moaned breathlessly.

Your second climax weren’t even completely over, your walls still contracting blissfully every few seconds, but you found yourself nodding slowly with absolute certainty Connor would be successful in pulling out one more earth shattering orgasm from your body, as your were still riding on an inconceivable high of constant bliss.

Connor smiled and leaned down to place a deep kiss against your lips, making you both moan into eachother’s mouths for a few moments. When he pulled back he gently lifted your right leg and placed it over his strong shoulder before leaning back over you to resume his gentle fucking into you soaking pussy.

The new position made him hit you deeper than ever. The thrusts were much more shallow than before, but the angle made the still perfect aim and now constant attention on your g-spot feel even better and you felt yourself melt into the soft mattress in pure ecstasy. Was is possible to die from pleasure? It sure felt like it, but you could not bring yourself to care just at long Connor kept fucking you like that!

Again, Connor let you reach a Sky-high plateau or pure pleasure for 30 minutes before you felt a gentle thumb being placed on your swollen clit that began rubbing you in perfect synch with each smooth brush on your g-spot. Your moans rose in volume and pitch once again as your peak kept getting higher than ever before.

“OOOOHHHH~~~ T-That’s perfect!! ohhmygoood~~ AAHHHHHH~~”

“Are you going to cum for me, again love~~??” Connor moaned from above you and increased his speed driving into you.

You felt your vision going white at the edges as the tempo rose both from his cock rocking into you and the thumb rubbing your clit.

“YES~~!! YES, CONNOR~~ OOOHH GOOOD I’M GONNA CUM~~” You wailed in ecstasy, watching him as he moved above you.

The android then stepped it up one last gear and plowed into you both hard and fast for the first time that night. His LED was spinning a fast red as he started to loose his ability to keep calm after having watched and listened to your lusty moans all night. It was intoxication to know he was the one to have given you so much pleasure! Being able to make you fall apart in ways he knew no one had ever taken their time to do for you before. Even more so knowing you trusted him enough to completely relax and give yourself over to him, the only reason he’d succeeded in reducing you to this blissed out state of constant pleasure. But even an android had his limitations and he could no longer hold back his own desperate need to cum inside you, but not until he made you cum one last time.

“I want to see you writhe on my cock, darling~~!! AAAHH~~ make you cum h-harder than you’ve ever done before!! AHH-HAA!! I need to feel you cum around me again!! SoOOHHH~~ Come on love, be a good girl and c-cum for me!! PLEASE~~” Connor moaned and begged from above you.

You were helpless to comply. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~ YEEEEEESSSSSS~~~!! OH~OH~OH!! AAAHHHHHH-HHHAAAAAAAA~~~!!!” You screamed as the strongest orgasm of your life ripped from you and a spring of juices squirted wetly from your entrance, soaking Connor’s still moving hips and thighs.

Connor moaned as he felt your pussy massage his cock tightly and felt the wetness of your ejaculation spraying from you. He managed to register a moment of immense pride that he’d succeeded in making you squirt and made a mental note to do everything in his power to make you do it again in the future, because it was the hottest thing he’d every witnessed and it pulled him right over the edge with you.

“OOHHH~~ YEEESSS DARLING~~!! AAAHHHHH~~ PERFECT!! AAAAHHHHHH~~” He echoed your shouts and filled you up with his synthetic cum.

Connor kept fucking you through your shared, shaking orgasms, gradually slowing down until he was just slowly rocking into you as he had for most of the night. It wasn’t until your voice returned to a soft, satisfied whimper and every last drop of both your juices and his cum had been wrenched out of both of you, he stopped he stopped completely, but keeping his cock inside you.

Your entire brain and body were flooded with endorphins from the most intense and satisfying lovemaking session you’d ever experienced. It felt like you were floating. Your sex still fluttered softly around the warm cock still inside you and you enjoyed watching with hooded eyes, how it made Connor shudder and whine softly above you resting on his forearms flanking both sides of your head. You reached up to touch his blue flustered cheek and guide him down into a soft kiss.

“Connor.. That was.. Incredible..” You breathed. You’d never felt pleasure like what you’d just lived through. In your past sexual experiences you’d rarely been able to cum during sex and if you did it was certainly never more than once. Connor was the first partner you’d had that somehow always succeeded in bringing you to climax every time you were together, but this had been three consecutive orgasms with the next more intense and exquisite than the last. You’d no idea you could even do that, much less squirt as you did on that last one! You’d almost passed out from sheer pleasure and here you’d always thought you just weren’t cut out for a rewarding sex life. How wrong you’d been, all it took was the right man wanting to take his time and enjoyment in learning you your body and its needs. “Everything tonight has been incredible.. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been finding you..” You whispered honestly.

Connor looked down at you with those big brown eyes of his, like you were the most precious and beautiful treasure in the world, a soft smile adorning his lips. “I’m just as lucky and you deserve to be pampered and cared for once in a while, love.” Connor replied.

“Careful, I might just get used to it.” You grinned.

“Good.” Connor said in all seriousness. He leaned down to give you one last kiss before he stood from the bed, going to the bathroom. You heard water running and moments later he returned, having already cleaned up himself, but bringing a warm wet flannel he then carefully cleaned you with. You felt grateful for the thoughtfulness since you didn’t think your legs could carry you to the bathroom in your current blissed out state. After you were both clean Connor blew out the dozen of candles across the room, gently tugged the thick white cover you’d been laying on out from underneath you, then joined you in bed and pulled you close to his chest as he tugged the cover back over you both.

You let out a sigh of pure content as you snuggled up against your boyfriend, listening to the soft hum of this mechanical thirium pump inside his chest and purring as he started drawing gentle patterns on your back with the tip of his fingers with the arm wrapped around you.

“Goodnight Con.. I love you..” You whispered into the darkness, the only light coming from Connor’s blue LED.

“I love you too Y/N, sweet dreams.” Connor replied and planted a kiss on top of your head.

Only once he was certain you’d fallen asleep, protected and undisturbed, did he allow himself to enter stasis as well.

THE END

Coming Home

Day 4 - Fireplace/ floo 

The low hymn of the music played, the wine already set on the table and the food ready out of kitchen and over to the dinning table. Harry set up the laptop on the table, an evident but perfect distance from the plate and himself. He shuddered a breath, fixing his collar one last time then just for a good measure turned on the camera to see how he looked and how did the lighting look.

Apparently not so good.

He got up and set a fire in the fire place behind him which immediately enlightened the room and he checked the lighting in the camera once again. Satisfied this time, he settled down into the chair and logged into his skype and called Draco.

The bud-boop sound continued for a while until finally Draco picked up the call.

" Hi- Draco-uh- Dray- your camera's off" Harry said first.

" oh- shit- right " and the screen immediately lit up after that and Draco became visible on the screen.

Draco paused for a while just smiling at Harry that he was almost scared that his video was stuck but soon he spoke up " Hi " it was a content smile that made Harry smile himself.

" Hey " Harry grinned.

" Ready for the date ?" Draco asked lightly chuckling.

Harry nodded " I made sausage and kale lasagna "

Draco smiled knowing it was his favourite " I made Indian- your favourite- chicken curry and rice "

He smiled and without any further delay they started acting out how they did when they weren't on a virtual date, talking about all sorts of things, even thing's that didn't make sense and the most random complaint about people the other didn't know exist.

45 minutes later they had pushed aside the food and Harry was leaning over the table with one of how elbow on the table drinking his wine with the other hand.

" and so I told him he can take his tiny rats ass and work with someone else who gave him attention like a baby- I mean we were supposed to be working together and he completely relied on me for all of the things- it's like being with baby only much worse " Draco groaned.

Harry let out a low chuckle " I mean what did you expect from Tyler anyways- remember the time when he cracked up a joke about a baby and nobody laughed and he was pissed at everyone because no one did-"

" I know- He really needs to grow up. It's just annoying at this point and you won't believe there's two of them" Draco gave a big eye roll.

Harry eyes widened in a surprise " there's two of them " he laughed

" Yes- wasn't one enough, now I have to work with stupid Miller too- he's even got an annoying voice " Draco added.

Harry shook his head laughing " Oh Dray, poor you"

" exactly- pity me, poor me" Draco sighed.

A little while later after Harry was done talking about the new album of the backstreet boys and how they had really outdid themselves but Harry's favourite was still Incomplete by backstree and a bit more of how Harry only liked slow song's like those while Draco liked more the stuff of Fall out boys and Beatles or Greenday, that was until Draco caught sight behind Harry and saw the newly built fireplace.

" you got it repaired?"

" actually- I repaired it myself- well ever since you're gone, I don't have much to do so I have ample time on the weekend's- so- I did it myself- I had nothing better to do and nothing special happened at work" Harry explained shrugging right after.

Draco sighed then leaned back in his chair " Well it looks great"

Harry sensed his tone and added " And ?"

" And what ?" Draco questioned back

" you know there's more to that sentence, you know I know it too " Harry replied.

Draco sighed then leaned forward over his own table and slumped down, his chin over his crossed arms in a soft look " it's just sometimes I worry"

" Worry, about what?" Harry asked frowning.

" about us- you- it's not like I'm insecure or anything but it's just I worry that we won't have enough time for each other or how I'm not there with you worries every second of everyday-"

" but I'm absolutely fine- there's nothing going on-"

" I know " Draco dragged on " I just- I want us to be together- I'm afraid I won't be home for Christmas. With the way everything is going around I feel like I'll have to stay around a bit longer"

Harry remained silent for a while. They had been doing long distance relationship for about 3 month's ever since Draco had to work at the countryside of Britain on some other case. They understood the work was important but this distance was killing both of them, not being able to see each other was just too much.

" it'll be fine- we'll spend some other time together- let's say when you come back home that is whenever you do we'll do a Christmas theme date" Harry said as a compensation

" it still won't be Christmas and it won't be the same Harry- I- I want to be with you- like all the time. I know I say we'll work through it and that I can do the long distance but I can't"

" but you said you could ?" Harry countered.

" I know I said I could and I can but I don't want to Harry. I promised myself I wouldn't tell you this but this is killing me- not being able to see you is ripping me apart, knowing that I don't go back home to your arms frustrates me and over everything it upsets me that I can't be there for you in anything- literally like last month when you got sick and couldn't move from the bed for 4 days- it broke me- I know you told me not to worry but I swear I was thinking only of you. It was killing me then and it's still killing me and I'm always Afraid you'll get sick or something would happen to you and I won't be there- fuck- I love you so much that it's just making it so difficult for me to not being able to see you " Draco inhaled sharply after that.

Harry stared at him through the screen, he Never knew Draco was bottling up so much. He knew the long distance must be as hard on him as it's on Harry but he didn't know that not being with each other worried him so much that he didn't focus on anything but Harry even if there was nothing. He didn't like to admit but it was true for him too. He wanted to be supportive of Draco, to his job and everything else but he never wanted to do long distance not because he didn't have faith in their relationship but not being with each other for whole 6 month's or more just messed up with his functioning. Whether he believed it or not, Draco was the reason for his survival.

" I miss you too Dray but it is what it is- no matter how much it's kills you or me- its something we have to do- I want to be supportive of every decision you make as long as it benefits you-"

" benefit me at the cost of being away from you- not worth it- fuck it I'm coming Home-"

" wait what- No- Draco-" but he had already disconnected. He knew Draco could be very impulsive at times, he could be irrational even but something like this had never happened before and it worried Harry more than the sane amount that he started pacing back and forth across the room biting his nail trying to think of how he could make up an excuse for Draco's absence at work because Draco definitely wouldn't explain well but his rail of thoughts came to an end as soon as the fire place lit up with emerald green sparks and Draco ran across and immediately hugged Harry, who didn't hug back.

" Are you out of your head ?" Harry snapped pushing Draco away a Little bit to look at him.

" yes- I'm out of my head-"

" Draco this isn't the time for a joke- go back and we'll work on making an excuse for your communication- and-"

" No harry-"

" yes "

" No " Draco said louder this time meaning he felt strongly about this.

" but your work?" Harry sounded defeated.

" can wait. I don't care if that stupid job benefits me or not or if it would do me any good or would work for my promotion or if it was the one thing I wanted to do my whole life- I- don't- care " Draco explained

" you don't ?"

" No I don't- nothing is worth this Harry. I don't want to choose to be away from you. I meant it when I said that the distance was killing me, it was, so much. I don't want to be away from you no matter how much better a job might be- nothing is worth losing you or being away from or seeing you only a stupid screen. Work might've been my priority once but now- it's you- it's been you for a very long time now so the world could fuck itself but I'll stay right here with you and I won't leave- because- you're my safe place Harry, the only one I want to come back home to, and not some gray coloured hotel room" Draco explained.

Harry gazed at him, his expression changing from worried one to soft look of love. He chose to stay, with Harry. Was there anything more he could ever want in his life.

" so you'll stay ?" He asked smiling.

" for always " Draco smiled back.

Harry finally hugged Draco and just in time kissed him over the lips confessing his love for him. At the end of the day, they could be world's apart but there was nowhere else they would rather be but with each other, even if that meant getting fired from your dream job.

Day 3- All I Want For Christmas Is You || Day 5- Some unsaid lovestories

For @hpdestress fluff December fest.

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

MASTERLIST

"Pottah"

The laughs echoed in the room with the half drunk notions and the half sung song being sung somewhere in the background, the chatters filling the room as it should’ve and the cluttering on the cutlery on the table very clear. Someone might’ve tripped over the bean bag face down and the room filled with more laughter. Some might say it was a typical Saturday but it wasn’t just any saturday, it was special because they were here with everyone, they were here after the party had dissolved to celebrate the very long awaited engagement of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

“Remember how it used to be- the time-” But Ron was laughing more than he was able to even speak, he was almost choking on laughter until Blaise patted his back. 

“Darling, We also want to know the reason for your deafening laugh”Blaise teased. Ron immediately stopped laughing and gave him a glare. 

“I’m not lying, everyone wants to know” Blaise smiled. 

“Alright- remember in first year Draco used to find reasons to just follow Harry, like every single time, even in the 4th year- the amount of times on the quidditch field he just followed Harry instead of the snitch” 

Everyone laughed and started sharing more anecdotes from the long forgotten days including the climbing over the tree for attention, following Harry into the forbidden forest in the 1st year, any reason to just push Harry away so he could just get his attention, calling him across 3 tables away, all the things they had forgotten until their stomachs hurt. 

“Oh I got one- remember when Draco used to call Harry ‘Pottah’- gosh those times” Blaise laughed 

“I did not” Draco defensively whined 

“Babe, you so did” Harry laughed wiping the tear from the corner of his eyes. 

Draco rolled his eyes because even he knew everyone was right. 

“Shut up, Pottah” 

I'm sorry for an uncalled break I took off writing and while I love writing so much, I felt like I needed to reconnect to myself again but I'm back at it and I'm so glad to be doing this again. For the mean time I'd be finishing off the leftover writings, remaining requests I put on block for a month and the ANGST prompts I promised to write couple months back and the current fiction I'm working on. Much love..x

On the sand

Fluff || Domestic ||

There are moments in life when you look at a person and your heart grows the size of a mountain. You look at that person and no matter who it is, whatever they may do, your heart grows fonder and you feel for them all those things you never knew you could feel. That was Draco for Harry. They had been friends for now as long they can remember and to top it off they don't even remember when and how they became friends, it just happened and things had never been the same for Harry or Draco but they don't complain because to them it doesn't matter, what matters is the moment they live in right now, without a worry of anything in the world.

And just like any other day in their life, Harry had asked Draco to meet by the beach because of the lovely spring that came along and the best of the weather blooming for beach. They had their friends over too of course but when it's just them together, others never mattered.

"So, I got the concert ticket." Draco confessed.

"Wait- you- don't tell me?" Harry gasped.

Draco nodded enthusiastically, "Two tickets to NSYNC, Friday night next week."

"How did you get it?" Harry asked equally enthused and partially not being able to believe it.

"Let's keep that confidential. Pulled some strings here and there." Draco bragged.

"You stayed up all night waiting for 2 tickets to get cancelled and took it right when it got cancelled?" Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco who at this point refused to meet Harry's eyes and continued eating his hot dog.

"Draco?"

"What?" Draco whined, "we both wanted to go and I did what I had to do."

"But all night? Don't you sleep like normal humans, you vampire."

"One, I'm not a vampire because have you even seen them, they are so weak that they'd probably die in sunlight, while me, I am surviving absolutely fine. See, I've even got tan lines from my watch. And second, I do sleep, but sometimes comprises have to be made."

“You’re ridiculous, Draco. All night, that’s a lot.” Harry shook his head. 

“If it takes all night to stay awake to take you to a concert that would make you happy, then I’ll stay up every night.” Draco smiled. 

Harry only however wondered if Draco ever knew what his words did to Harry and his heart. It was impossible for Harry to not have his heart racing every single time Draco said something like that, hell, he left his heart racing most of the times. 

Harry smiled as he looked away because right now he didn’t trust what may leave his lips. 

“Do you think we should have asked the others?” Harry asked after a while. 

“I mean we could have but then we would not have been able to spend time alone, you know.” 

“And whatever do you think we are doing right now?”

“oh, you know what I mean.” 

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “Oh I know exactly what you mean.” he teased. 

Draco nudged Harry off, “I hate you.” 

“But you love me.” Harry laughed and all Draco could do was adoringly roll his eyes at him. 

“For whatever its worth they all are not a fan of NSYNC anyways.” Draco said after a while. 

“Whatever floats your boat.” 

“I really do hate you.” Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry then decided to get up. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asked as he got up.

“Away from you.” 

“That pissed, are you? How would you like me to make it upto you, sunshine?” Harry teased further which only made Draco all the more interested to go away from Harry. 

“You’re insufferable.” Draco said as he decided to walk away. 

“Fine, i’ll stop.” Harry laughed but Draco had already walked far away to not have heard him which left him with a little choice than to follow him towards the ocean, and so he did follow. 

Harry walked towards the ocean, towards Draco, watching him watch the ocean from behind and somehow Harry thought Draco fit so well with the view, like he was a part of the ocean himself, so serene, so calm, so beautiful but shame it was that he never had courage to say all these things to Draco. He wanted to but the moment he would want to say something, his words would die in his throat because he was always afraid of whatever might happen after that.

“Hi, sunshine.” Harry said as he reached Draco. 

“Not quite done, are you?” Draco rolled his eyes at Harry once again. 

“But aren’t you a sunshine?” Harry teased further. 

Draco sighed and almost walked away when Harry stopped him by grasping his wrist. 

“I promise I am truly done.” Harry smiled. 

Draco raised an expectant eyebrow and Harry nodded, giving him the reassurance that he was truly done. 

“Sunshine is an awful nickname by the way.” Draco said after a while. 

“As if sweetheart was a nice nickname to give. That’s the purpose of giving names Draco, they’re supposed to be fun.” 

Draco could not say anything otherwise, he has always quite enjoyed giving names to people and receiving one as well because it showed how much a person cared. It kept a memory of that person in a unique way. Not that he would ever forget Harry but he enjoyed the fact that whenever he’d think of the word sunshine, Harry was the one he thought of and he liked having that thought. 

After long moments of staring far ahead towards the ocean with waves wetting their feet, Draco finally spoke up.

“I don’t want anyone else to go.”

Harry remained confused by Draco’s revelation, so he remained silent. 

“The concert. I don’t want to go with anyone but you.” Draco turned to face Harry.

It was impossible for Harry to not see his soft features, his eyes shining with the red of sunset and the orange of the sky. In that sunset, in that moment, he just knew he loved Draco and there was no denying it. 

“Why?” Harry asked. 

“Is it really not obvious?” Draco asked with a soft smile. 

Harry couldn’t help but smile as he turned to face the ocean. That was perhaps all Harry ever wanted to hear, all he ever wanted to know and now that he knows, he can’t stop thinking otherwise. Now he knew that if there was one moment he wasn't afraid to say anything, say anything that his heart desires, it was this moment.

“Its never obvious with you.” 

“Ah, would you like me to lay the words out for you then?” Draco smiled. 

“Yes, on the sand if you must.” Harry teased. 

Draco shook his head and without even a doubt he knelt down and wrote ‘Go on a date with me?’ before Harry could had even stopped him. 

“Unremarkably fast.” Harry said as he knelt down beside him. 

“Well I did practice 6 times last night.” Draco boasted. 

Harry shook his head with a fond smile and wrote on the sand himself, ‘Go on a date with me too.’ 

Draco smiled, “Technically I asked first, so I should get an answer first.” 

“If we’re playing by technicalities, Yes I would go on a date with you. Now you answer.” 

“I would like to go on a date with you too.” 

Harry smiled at Draco who reciprocated it the same way. 

Yes, Draco made Harry’s heart grow more fonder each day, in a way that he didn’t even know could happen but it did and with every morning that turned over after that day, Harry only knew one thing, that if there was one person he could ask a several times on a date on sand at a beach, it would always be Draco, even if the beach would be crowded with people or if they had their friends around or the dogs ran haywire at the beach, it didn't matter because when it was them, nothing else ever mattered.

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Henris and Thatcher warm-up oneshot

I wrote this over a couple days and can't think of anything else to add to it but it was still a very good exercise to play around with their hate-y friendship thing

hope you enjoy it!!!!

A melancholy sigh washed over Henris as he laid on the carpet of the communal apartment atop the bar. It was quiet up there that particular night so no one was there to witness his usual pity party shenanigans. His favourite leatherback sketchbook sat at his fingertips, flat on the floor. He ran his fingers across the subtle indented pattern on the front cover, thinking of his purpose, what he wanted to be, what he wanted to do…and what he was. He rolled onto his back with another sigh.

“I should’ve been an artist..” he muttered to himself. He wished the dream he had of painting his days away and living peacefully were as alive as they were when he dropped out of high school and bought a canvas with his dads money. He wished that leatherback sketchbook beside him would beckon and beg for him to draw in it at least once a day but alas it sat still, as depressed, purposeless and worthless as its owner.

A set of footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs to the apartment, making Henris scramble to his feet and sit on the couch. Rule no.1 of a leader, never let your guard down. His eyes would join with the lense filtered pupils of their medic, Dr Thatcher. Perhaps he was trying too hard to look natural and was staring too intently because yes, she did notice. 

“What’s with the look?” she asked “is there something in my hair?” she continued across the room, removing a book from the shelf.

“No,” Henris replied sharply “you were just in my line of sight, okay? Not everythings gotta be about you”

“Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine tonight.” Thatcher sarcastically rebutted “and for future reference it’s ‘not everything has to be about you’ ” she laughed and muttered, “goodness, sometimes I swear you didn’t even attend elementary..” 

Henris frowned. He hadn’t. 

“Anyways, what are you doing up here all alone? I thought you would’ve been spending time wi- ooh what’s that??” she interrupted her own thoughts as she noticed the sketchbook on the carpet, reaching for it. Henris had grabbed it out of her reach before she even had a chance of snatching it up.

“NO” Henris loudly commanded, “this isn’t for you to look through, missy, so don’t even think about it!” 

Thatcher scoffed “aww, what is it? Your diawy?? Adorable” she sat down on the couch now behind henris with a smug sigh “y’know, for a grown man you’re awfully childish over things like, what is that, a sketchbook?” she stated as she observed the book he was holding to his chest closer, recognising the paper as that of drawing paper “I mean really, get over yourself. You can’t be all confident and powerful but get all fussy about a few drawings…” they held tense eye contact for some time after she finished, before Henris huffed and threw the book at her.

“Fine.” he caved. “you’re lucky I tolerate you” he continued to fester as she flicked through the pages of his sketchbook, feeling like parts were being gouged out of his dignity with every page she turned. God, she was good at getting him to cave. Too good.

“Wow…these are really good” she murmured in awe “when did you do these?”

“Just like…over the months or so…” he really didn’t like people knowing about his hobbies, especially someone as inclined to tease him as thatcher. He couldn’t tell if she really did like his art or not, her face and tone was unreadable to him. “It passes the time, gives me something to do…”

“I didn't know  you were such a good artist..” she complimented as she studied the sketches on the page. Henris sighed with agitation at this, used to her constant berating and mean-spirited comments towards him and thinking this was yet another elaborate joke to hurt his feelings about something he's passionate about. 

“You don't have to be such an ass all the time, Riley” he snapped, just wanting to be left alone at this point. She looked up at him, confused and a little hurt. 

“I'm being serious” 

“Really?”

“Yeah! These are really good!” She assured “I'm not taking the piss, I just like your art. Where did you do lessons?” 

“Oh, no, I didn't take any type of special lessons or such” He brushed off “I mainly learned art in school and off one of the maids who lived with us” great, now he was opening up about his childhood. “I used to think about trying to make a living off of it but..y'know..” 

“Yeahh” Thatcher laughed “would be quite the career change if you tried again nowadays” they both laughed together at this, thinking of the prospect of an underground crime organisation getting found out because their ringleader wanted to express himself.  “Can you imagine-” Henris started, already laughing “can you imagine the cops being called on an art show??” they both cracked up in hysterics at this. they have a weird sense of humour that only the two of them really get y'know? 

𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 - 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 "𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛" 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

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Warnings: None Word count: 1.4k Genre: fluff Summary: After being seperated for 10 years, a certain lizard brings you and trapper back together, leading to quite the reunion Pairings: kaiju trainer!reader x kaiju vet!trapper A/n: In this story the reader is someone who works in hollow earth to maintain the kaijus and ensure they all "play nice" ,it sounds weird, but just go with it pls ( Also decided to start my dan fics with Trapper since I think there is practically no apprication of him on here so here we are)

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For 5 years now, you had been working down in beautiful hollow earth. After Dr. Andrews discovered that you were somehow able to tame any animal, including ones that are 100 ft tall, she hired you immediately. You grew a close bond with a lot of the animals in hollow earth, but your favourites had always been kong and godzilla. After coming together and being rid of skar king, the two became like playful children. They often play fought with each other, never intentionally hurting each other ,but accidents did occasionally happen of course. Normally you would have a vet called Jack come down to tend to them. However, after discovering he wasn't giving the kaijus the right treatment, Illene fired him.

It had been 7 months since jack got fired ,none of the animals had sustained injury thankfully, that was until kong and godzilla were playing, and kong managed to puncture zilla's arm with his reinforced tooth. You reported the injury uo to the lab on the surface, and were ensured the vet would be sent down as soon as possible. You still hadn't met, or even been told anything about this newly hired vet, all you knew was that he had been the one that fitted kongs tooth. For whatever reason, Illene always insisted that "You wouldn't know him." You left it at that and accpeted you would just meet him when the time arrived.

You were sat on a ledge with the large lizard sat in front of you whimpering and growling occasionally. You rubbed the top of his head. "It's gonna be alright buddy, Im sure this vet will be just lovely." You smiled as he looked up at you and gave a dismissive huff. You chuckled, before watching a yellow air craft fly round the corner and land behind you on the ledge. You patted zilla's head and got up, jogging over to the door waiting for it to open. Once it did, you watch Illene and Jia step out, followed by a man in a green flying suit and sunglasses. Jia hugged you as you stared at the man, there was something about him, you could of sworn you knew this man.

"Y/n? y/n are you ok?" You broke out of your trance, stopped staring at the man before turning to Illene who was now looking at you concerned. "Yes yes, I'm fine Dr Andrews." She nodded still looking slightly concerned as you looked at the ground. "Right then, where's this big lizard." He had an austrailian accent, another thing you reconised. You led the man over to where godzilla was sat, and let him start working as you sat with Illene and Jia. "Dr Andrews I swear I reconise him, what's his name?" Illene watched him work. "He's called Travis Beasley." You froze. "W-what did you just say?" Illene showed you his work profile."Travis Beasly, he's certainly an odd one, you wouldn't believe how much he changed from high school." Oh but you would.

*Flashback*

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Trapper was being sent to another university. You had known Trapper since the two of you were 5 years old. The both of you had just confessed deeper feelings for each other. But now you being forced apart because his father was directing him into a new career path. You sunk to your knees, feeling tears fill your eyes. "N-no you can't leave Trapper, I love you, I might never see you again, I can't live with that, I can't!" He came down to your level, his eyes as wet as yours. "I know sweetheart I know It's not fair, but I don't have a choice." He pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back ,trying to not get any more emotional. You cried into his chest before he pulled you back gently and planted his lips on yours. You tangled your fingers into his chocolate brown hair, holding his face against ,not wanting the kiss to end, you knew what happened when it did.

*End of Flashback*

Trapper had about finished on godzilla for the moment and walked back over. "Well providing he doesn't get into any more biting matches with kong, he should be fine." Trapper removed his glasses to clean them and looked up, seeing you stood up now, tears brimming your eyes with the setting sun framing you. He tilted his head slightly confused, before your broken voice spoke. "Trapper?" His face quickly melt from one of confusion to one of captivation. Slowly he walked towards you, taking in your details as you did the same to him. Only one person in the world had that nickname for him. As the two of you came to be inches apart, you looked into his eyes. "I-i thought I'd never see you again trapper-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Trapper held your face between his hands and kissed you deeply.

You didn't hesitate to kiss back, as the both of you slowly sank to your knees, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found their way into his dirty blonde waves as tears spilled from both yours and his eyes. Eventually you pulled out of the kiss for a breath, smiling through the tears as Trapper pushed your hair out of your face. "I can't believe it's really you sweetheart, you look so different." You gave a small broken chuckle as you sniffled back tears. It was true, both of you looked practically unreconisable to each other. You had gone from a quiet nerdy girl that wore 2 buns, to keep her curly blonde hair out of the way, to a woman with tattoos, black and purple hair and glasses. Trapper however had gone from a short ,skinny boy with ratty brown hair, to a tall, muscular man with his sandy blonde waves. His personality hadn't changed of course, he had always been the loveable ,music-loving and laid back australian you'd always known.

Illene informed you both that she was taking Jia back up to the surface. You nodded ensuring Trapper could stay in your home in hollow earth for a while. You both watched as the air craft flew away, before slowly starting to make your way through the trees, to your penthouse type home. All whilst chatting to each other and catching up on your differing paths, after being seperated. Once you got home, You offered Trapper a coffee. He nodded sitting down and you made his coffee, remembering every little detal his had for coffee.

You sat down with him and set the drink down. "I just can't believe it's actually you." He smiled pulling you onto his lap and resting his forehead agaisnt yours. "Then it's a good thing I'm here to make you believe isn't it sweetheart." You held back tears and kissed him again. The kiss was full of passion, not in a sexy way, more in an extreme display of affection way. Trapper held your sides, gently squeezing them. You pulled back. "How about you sleep here tonight, I must say, the views from the bedroom are a sight to behold." He grinned at you and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggled as he headed to the open bedroom door and placed you down on the bed, before taking a seat behind you, shoes off of course.

Trapper wrapped his arms round you and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Y/n?" You hummed in reposnse, watching the sun settting over hollow earth through the glass doors at the other end of the bedroom. "Can I stay here with you permenantly?" You turned and looked at him. "Trapper being down here is a full time gig y'know? Not to mention sometimes dangerous, I couldn't forgive myself if something happend to you." He smiled holding your face. "And I couldnt forgive myself if we got seperated again sweetheart. Besides if you can be down here all by yourself, Im sure I'll be able to live down here with you." You gave him a sweet smile, before smacking his chest playfully. "You dork!" He chuckled holding you. "You mean, Your dork?" You giggled as the two of you layed down to cuddle, the sun setting fully over hollow earth for the day.

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pairing: jungwon x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 2985 warnings; like one super minor curse word (hell)! just some cutesy stuff for ya today! summary: jungwon and y/n go on a build-a-bear date! a/n: i really wanted to do something sweet beacuse i love fluff a whole lot, so please enjoy c:

“Are we there yet?” I pout, tugging on Jungwon’s sweater. I attempt to sway him with my best puppy eyes, but he continues walking, pulling me along with him.

“This honestly reminds me of a movie,” He laughs out, “Since when did asking a million times get us there faster?”

I’m not actually that annoyed, but it’s fun to tease him. “What if this is all a movie? Ya think we can break the fourth wall?”

“I don’t know, I’d consider us powerful enough to. If this is a movie, I’m obviously the main character. Since you’re my girlfriend, you can be my sidekick!”

“Ohh, ha, ha, ha. If I’m the sidekick, pigs can fly.”

He puts on a shocked expression, pointing up into the air. “Did I just hear an oink all the way up there?”

“Shut up!” We giggle, shoving each other with our shoulders. Our footsteps match each other as we pad through the open-air mall. Warm sunlight drifts down, encasing us in a soft bubble of relaxation.

“Hey look, I think that’s it!” Jungwon tightens his grip on my hand and we take off towards the familiar shop. As we run, the eyes of other passerbys follow us, but I don’t take the time to feel embarrassed; life’s too short for that.

My legs are shorter than his, so I nearly trip several times. The universe is totally watching out for me today though, because we manage to arrive at the store’s entrance without suffering from a single scratch or bruise.

The Build-A-Bear logo passes overhead as we make our way inside. We are still glued together, buzzing from the excitement of our date. We’re going to make bears for each other! With any other guy I might have found it cheesy, but when Jungwon suggested we do it, my heart fluttered in a strange way.

“Hello! Welcome to Build-A-Bear Workshop! My name is Kiana,” A sunny looking lady welcomes us with a large smile on her face. The cute bobble headband perched on her hair seems to wave at us as well. “Will you two be needing any help today?”

Jungwon throws one arm over my shoulder and presses me tight to his side. His dimples peek out playfully as he responds. “I think we’re okay right now, we’re gonna make some bears for each other. This is my girlfriend!” He looks so proud as our eyes meet, and my stomach twists. Even though we’ve been dating for one and a half years now, whenever he looks at me like that, it feels like the day I first met him.

We’d been at the movie theatre, not together, but coincidentally there on the same day. Jungwon was sitting in the seat in front of me with a couple of his friends, while I was there with my own. His buddies were being idiots and throwing popcorn and other snacks at each other, when a whole bucket came flying at me. Being my easily scared self, I screamed and jumped backwards, simultaneously kicking my legs out and up. It took a few seconds to realize that my feet hadn’t collided with Jungwon’s seat, but instead his head.

I’d been absolutely mortified, and my friends’ muffled laughter didn’t help with that. I’d expected a huge tantrum from him, considering his friends seemed the type to start a huge fight over it, but his reaction was the complete opposite. In fact, he was apologetic and blamed it all on the buffoon who launched the snack at me.

I immediately caught feelings when he laughed and complimented my kick; apparently he knew taekwondo, and he thought I’d be good at it. He got that from a poorly done, unaimed kick to his own skull. To this day, I think I knocked something out of place there, but what can ya do.

Regardless, we ended up exchanging numbers, which is something that confused the hell out my friends and I. A month later, we started going out. I’ve dated some questionable people, so getting the chance to be with someone like Jungwon is a dream come true for me. Another plus, I finally get to check “Build A Bear date” off of my date idea list!

“You guys look adorable together!” Kiana gushed. My cheeks heat up, but not in an awkward way. “We have all our plushes over there. You can take a look and pick one, and then we’ll get that all filled up for you.”

“Thank you!” Jungwon and I say at the same time before strutting towards the plushies.

“We should split up so our bears, or whatever we pick for each other, stays a surprise! Okay?” I’m already looking at each option, and I begin to wonder how I’m ever going to pick just one.

“Since it looks like the queen has already laid claim to this particular piece of territory, I’ll go browse the accessories so I can get your plush decked out in a gorgeous outfit.” He winks and makes his way to the rows of plushie-sized clothing.

The variety of options is amazing. There’s the classic bears, but there’s also other cute things, like lobsters, giraffes, and seals. I’m a sucker for the classics, so I want to pick out a bear for Jungwon.

Two specific bears are in a fight for my love. One is a simple vanilla color with rainbow sprinkle accents, and the other is a pink bear with heart shaped ruffles. Oh god, do I just… buy both? No, that’s be stupid. Eeny meeny miney moe, a classic just like the bear.

I’m not disappointed when my finger lands on the pink bear, meaning I made the right choice and won’t have to switch to the vanilla bear out of a previously hidden lust for it. Awesome.

I peek my head around the aisle and still see Jungwon sorting through racks of outfits. In the time I’d spent picking a plush for him, he grabbed a basket and began filling it with stuff I couldn’t make out. Comfortable with the fact that he isn’t looking, I sneak over to the filling station, the pink bear clutched tightly in my hands.

“Hi! I’d love to get this guy filled, please!” The man working at this station has a name tag that reads, “Jordan”, and he looks equally nice as Kiana.

“Good choice,” He leads me to a filling spot. “Are they for you or for someone else?”

My chuckle causes the worker to smile. I reply while he gathers a few items. “My boyfriend and I came here for a cute date, so it’s for him! This one is super cute so I had to get it for him.”

“Aww, I’ll have to write that down. I'm sure my partner would find it a great idea too!” Jordan sweeps his arm across in a grand gesture, showcasing the variety of hearts and other button-looking objects that sit before him.

“Would you be interested in adding a sound to your bear? You can pick from any of these or you can record your own.”

I pick quickly, sure of what I want to do. “Mm, I’d like to do a recording, if possible. Make it extra special, right?”

“Of course, let me grab that for you and you can record your message!” He gets the heart and let’s me know what to do. Once again making sure Jungwon is not nearby, I record my message and hand it back to Jordan. He puts it in the bear, a small smile playing on his lips. Did he hear me?

“Alright, perfect. Any scents or are you ready to stuff?”

I choose a sweet raspberry scent and get the bear stuffed. It’s fun to push the pedal and see the stuffed animal become plumper, until I finally fill them all the way up. Hugging it feels like hugging a cloud.

I thank Jordan and hide the bear behind my back as I go to the dressing area. Jungwon seems to have moved on, as I spot him at the plushie picking station. I wonder what he’ll get me. Knowing him, it’s going to be adorable.

His eyes meet mine and I suppress a squeal, making sure the bear is out of sight. My strange salute makes him smile and he turns back to picking a plush for me, but not before making sure I won’t look while he gets one.

“So, what would you wear…” I whisper to the pink bear. He seems fashionable and needs something that fits his personality.

Each outfit makes me want to curl up and scream. They’re all so cute and tiny, and I can’t help but want to grab a whole bunch. I create outfits in my head, imagining each on the plushie. Letting the bear try them on seems like a step too far. Instead, I pick up a white button down shirt, pressed pants, little shoes, and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses from my pile and get to dressing.

Putting everything on the pink bear proves to be a struggle. “Come on… tuck in your tummy!” The bear’s legs don’t want to squeeze into the pants I picked. Looks like Build-A-Bear needs more size options. After a somewhat graphic commotion involving lots of pulling, pushing, and whispered yelling, he is finally clothed.

“Jungwon better like what I picked because I don’t think that’s ever coming off.” I brush off my shirt and hope that no one was watching my heated argument with an inanimate object.

I swiftly finish up the washing part of the process, which consisted of pressured air being blown at my plush. I enjoyed seeing the bear’s fur waving around luxuriously. It really fit his vibe. I end up having to consult an employee about what to do next since my amnesiac brain likes to forget simple things: it’s naming time.

After I scan the pink bear’s tag, a naming screen is brought up. I’m given suggestions like Mr. Cuddles, Tiny, and Snuggles, but I choose to make his own name. What do I name you?

Maybe Love? Too plain. Bear? Way too basic. Pink? Pinky? I clearly don’t get around to naming things very often. If it hadn’t been for my siblings, I would have named our dog Cat.

I rack my brain for anything. At this point, the next thing that pops into my head is gonna be his name. No turning back. And my brain provides. Sir Loves-a-lot is inexplicably forged in the depths of my mind, and it shall be the name of this honorable bear.

I imagine a knighting ceremony for Sir Loves-a-lot and enter his name into the computer. It goes through and I get a printed certificate with his name on it. I’m extremely excited to give him to Jungwon and see his reaction.

Jungwon seems to be finishing up at the washing station, so I pay and wait near the entrance of Build-A-Bear. I swing around my finished bear, which is tucked neatly into a bag so Jungwon can’t see it yet. Our date is soon to reach its peak: when we get to see our finished products.

“Hey! Look what I have!” Jungwon skips over to me in a playful manner. His joy envelops me as he gets nearer. His eyes are alight with what looks to be the same thing I’m currently feeling. Is it love?

I show off my bag, my competitive side instantly coming out. “I’ve got yours right here too! If you want to see it… you’ll have to catch me!”

Adrenaline shoots through me as I take off running, Jungwon quickly shifting into a quick runner. My laughs impair my speed as I hiccup and yell, Jungwon’s voice matching my own. We both giggle like idiots while our shoes run thin on the hard ground and our bags crinkle with the whip of the wind.

“Got you!” Jungwon takes care not to throw me onto the ground, instead grabbing my shirt and pulling me to his chest. He lets out an umph as I knock into him full force, still reeling from the sudden shift in direction.

“Jungwon!” A shriek of laughter explodes out of me as we tumble to the concrete with a soft thump. No one is around as we breath off our fit of giggles, still in a heap.

“Looks like my bear made it.” He lifts up his unscatched bag. “Can I say the same of yours?”

A strike of fear hits me, but quickly dissolves when I see my bag looks fine. “I am pleased to report that Combat Bear Number 2 has survived.”

“Combat Bear Number 2? Don’t tell me that’s his name. What a mouthful!” He puts a hand to his chest and sighs dramatically.

“Don’t be stupid, I named him Sir— wait! Don’t try and cheat!” I softly whack him on the shoulder, earning a look of faux-sadness.

“Ouch. But you named him Sir… something. What a noble name! Of course, nothing but the best can come from you.” He holds out the Build-A-Bear bag. “But I’m actually dying to exchange these, so swap?”

“If that isn’t the most relatable thing ever.” I hand him my bag and he gives me his. “You can open mine first!”

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do.” He eagerly opens the bag and pulls out the tissue-paper wrapped bear. The material easily comes off and he holds it up. His eyes seem to glow with delight.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungwon swipes at Sir Loves-a-lot’s fur, fascinated by the heart-shaped ruffles. “He’s so cute! His clothes are... so tight,” His face betrays his confusion, and I snicker as he speaks, “but he looks hella fashionable! I really hope mine will live up to these standards.” He seems to get nervous so I hold his hands to try and calm him down.

“What do you think I named him?”

His mouth shapes into an “O” and he pulls out the certificate. His previously timid face transforms immediately as he reads it.

“Sir Loves-a-lot? Why?! So cheesy but so good!” He crumples onto himself, his head coming to a rest between his knees. I’m overjoyed by his reaction and I press forward to hug his side.

“I love him so much. I’ll cherish him forever.” He looks at me pointedly, almost like he’s trying to tell me something. He switches course though, gesturing to the bag that lies at my feet. “Now open yours!”

I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and I open the bag, wondering what he made for me. My heart dances when I see what he chose. It’s a blue bear with stars in her fur and white wings protruding from her back. I didn’t even see it when I was picking my bear for him.

“Woah…” I hold her up, noticing a soft scent coming from her fur. When I lift the bear up to my nose, I can detect citrus. “Jungwon, you made her smell like lemons! I love lemon… and—and look how pretty! All the stars, and the color… she’s perfect.”

I look at the certificate, all bright and new, and see her name: Mrs. Lovey. Mrs., not Ms.

Jungwon looks at me innocently. “What do you think, am I making my point clear? The future is never far away and I—”

I can’t help but turn away as I feel a prickle in my eyes. Never will I ever cry on a date.

“Awww! Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry!” Jungwon leaps towards me, catching me off-guard. I end up falling backwards with a yelp, but he throws his hand under my head and catches me before I can slam into the concrete.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours but is in actuality only seconds. The silence is loud, but Jungwon slices right through it when he whispers to me, “Is this a kdrama?”

“And… off!” I sit up, hugging my bear closer to me. I’m overwhelmed by Jungwon’s confession. He wants us to really stay together. As in, I’d be his “one”.

“Is—is that what you want too? It’s okay if not, I’ll understand if you wouldn’t be ready, even in the months it would take to get there, unless sooner is better, and I—” He rambles, more emotional than I am, before I put a finger to his lips.

“Yeah, it’s what I want too. I think we should go with your plan, um, wait a little longer since we’re so young and I don’t want to scare my parents.” That earns a laugh out of us both. “But the answer to “would I want it?” is definitely yes!”

Jungwon hugs me tightly, squealing in my ear. I squeal right back, suddenly lighter than ever.

“Dude, I want to say something. Yep, here I go. I— I love you!” Jungwon yells out to me, loud enough to wake up everyone half-way across the world. My heart expands when he says it. I want to scream it back and kiss him under the blue sky, but he continues speaking.

“Okay, look, even though I would have totally respected you for saying you wouldn’t want what I want, I’m feeling so relieved right now. Like whooh! I could jump off a plane! Ride the biggest wave! Sir Loves-a-lot here would come with me, wouldn’t you?” He high fives his bear.

I’m confused when his eyebrow raises. “Did you put a sound in him? Why didn’t you tell me?” Truthfully, I’d forgotten too. However, I smirk as I remember what I recorded.

“Press it.” I urge him to push on the bear’s paw, and he does, putting it near his ear so he can hear it better. The clear sound of my voice comes through, bringing waves of pink, soft love to both Jungwon and I.

“I really, really love you.”

Got any platonic Sonic X Reader head cannons ? :3

:3

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•Sonic lives with Tails, so You, Sonic, Tails, —and every once in a while— Knuckles have game nights on fridays.

• Sonic Loves running (duhh!!). And every now and again you join him on his runs. And because he is way faster (Duhh!!) He'll taunt you. Running backwards in front of you, asking how your first lap is going (even if you're on your fifth), bragging about how fast he is, ect.

• You and Sonic have lunch at different restaurants every week to find the best chili dog ever (although, sonic is more serious about it than you are.)

• Sonic loves Dashboard Confessional. You guys just vibe together while listening to his music. (I linked him at the end).

•Sonic hates water, including rain, so when it gets bad outside he bundles up in blankets and plays video games with whoever's nearest —which is typically you—.

• Sonic gave you his 'Dudeitude' band shirt, since he doesn't really wear clothing.

• Sonic likes to spam you with texts. It would go a little something like this..

HEY

HEY

HAYYY

HELLOOO??

R U THERE?!

HELLOO!

I FOUND A KOOL BIRD

IT'S BLUE

WE MATCH

I NAMED IT (Y/N)!

HI

I THINK IT'S DEAD

HELLOOOO

HAYYY

it's four in the morning.

UH HUH

you're insufferable.

•Sonic is horrible at picking up emotions. Especially more negative ones. So if you're sad, He won't really notice it unless it's extremely obvious or you flat out say it. But he always tries to cheer you up.

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Thank you so much for the request! And thank you for reading! Baiiiii!!!! 💖

but "just friends" don't look at each other like that

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none, just a lot of kissing, kinda making out in the end

summary: Hyunjin comes over to help you with your homework, but you end up completely forgetting about it

Hyunjin is a very good friend. An amazing one, something which makes this so much more difficult for you to shut down or ignore your feelings for him.

How can you possibly not fall for him when he's always. Always there for you, with you.

How can you stop thinking about him after he leaves, when he lets you cry on your favorite shirt of his, completely ruining it, telling you it's going to be just fine with that soft, calming voice.

How can you not imagine how it would be like to be more than just friends when he's so, so perfect.

Even his imperfections seem to be perfect and he makes everything look so easy.

You can't help but miss him when he's gone, you can't even stand a day without him being around.

Sighing, you finish your cup of tea, placing it down, when your phone vibrates on the mini table of your living room.

"Hello?" You pick up, not looking at the display.

"Y/n, hey! Are you busy?" Hyunjin asks enthusiastically.

"Hyunjin, hi." You smile. "No, not at all, what's up?"

"Guess what?" He also smiles.

"What?" You bite your lip, a habit you picked up while talking to him.

You love it when he calls you randomly, just when you don't expect it.

"I got some yummy, fancy food. And your favorite wine. Are you free?" He says full of hope to see you again, the last time he saw you last weekend feeling so far away.

You want to scream "yes" in happiness, but then remember you have a homework you still haven't finished and got to study for the next exam too.

"That sounds amazing Hyunjin. But I have so much to study, I don't know how I'll make it to be honest." Your voice breaking, your disappointment and discouragement are obvious to him.

"Hey...it's okay." He knows you're about to cry. He knows you so well even through a call.

"I'll help you study. Then we eat together, what do you say? Hmm?" He suggests.

"Okay but...it's a lot Hyunnie, you better hurry." You let out a small chuckle, wanting to hug him so tight.

"I'm on my way cutie." He laughs silently hanging up.

You smile, spreading your books and highlight pens on the table, as you wait for him.

He always knows what to say or do to make you feel better. To make you feel special.

-

After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. You rush to open it and reveal a tall, black hoodie dressed Hyunjin, with boxes of food in his hands, along with your favorite Rosé wine.

Your eyes soften at the sight of him, smiling so brightly at you.

You take one of his boxes from his hands and bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight, arms wrapping around his neck.

He chuckles in your hair, breathing in.

You can't help but stand up on your feet and press a light kiss on his cold cheek.

"Thank you Hyunjinnie." You say, stepping aside to let him walk inside your apartment.

"Something is different in here." He notices looking around.

"Yeah...can you guess what?" You smile walking into the kitchen with the food, sitting down on your bar chairs.

"Y/n..." He says in a serious tone as you look at his face.

His eyes light up with a new, completely unknown emotion to you.

"You hung up my drawings...even framed them, really?" The look on his face is so soft, you think you're going to start crying.

"Yeah...I just love your drawings. Also I painted the walls a different color and..." You shrug. "I don't know, I just felt that it really matches it and the atmosphere."

He stays quiet, starring at you for a couple of seconds, but then comes closer to you.

And man, your heart is skipping so many beats at once, is this even possible?

"Hyunjin...if you don't want it I'll put them awa-"

And then, he kisses you.

Places his lips on yours, not even moving them. Just holding them there. When he pulls away, way too quickly by the way, your legs suddenly become like jelly. Heart beating so fast, you fear he can hear it too.

It happened so fast, it was almost like just two seconds.

Your mouth hangs open now, the feeling of his lips still on yours.

When you don't have the power or idea to say something, he apologizes, looking away in shame, his ears and cheeks turning pink.

You think you're going to throw up eventually, the emotions overwhelming you.

"Don't. Don't apologize." You simply say, embarrassment making your cheeks become a bright shade of red.

"I just kissed you, oh God, it's not okay." He panics and you pray he doesn't regret it.

"But Hyunjin. I liked it..." You let out, now looking at the ground. Playing with the rings on your fingers, the long shirt you're wearing, anything.

When you say that he looks at you in surprise almost, exhaling.

"I just...I'm sorry it was so sudden." He pauses. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're my favorite idiot then." You hear yourself say, locking eyes with him for what feels like the first time after the kiss.

He's so pretty, all blushy like that, his lips swollen.

"It means a lot to me." He chuckles. "Also the way you hung up my drawings...thank you." He says looking you in the eyes.

"You're so passionate about the things you do...so delicate. I just find you really..." You can't find the right words to tell him.

"Perfect." You look up and feel your cheek burn like they never did before. Are you having a fever?

His eyebrows furrow together in a soft 'aww' way.

"I find you really perfect too." He smiles, finding your hands, holding them into his big ones.

He smells so good and you suddenly want him close. Need to feel him close.

"Hug me." You whisper looking at the way he holds your hands, brushing over your fingers with his thumb.

"Anything for you." He whispers back and it's so romantic that you can't help but melt into his large arms, and oversized, good smelling hoodie.

You're addicted to him, the way he looks, behaves, the way he is with you, how he smells...you're in love with everything he is.

"I love you." You let out, not caring about anything anymore, because you never needed anyone more than you need him right now.

"I love you too." He places kisses on your head and forehead and you think if you could die from feeling so full of love for someone, you would definitely die on the spot.

Still holding him in your arms, caressing his back, you look up to see him already looking at you.

"Can I kiss you? Just making sure I won't scare you away this time." He laughs, now holding your chin.

You nod, smiling.

Everything seems to be so easy with Hyunjin. It's like you're made for each other.

"The food is cold now." You say sadly after the kiss.

"Really? That's all you care about right now?" He looks at you with one of his judging faces.

"Hyunjinnnn, we have so much to do." You say, fake crying.

"We have timeee." He assures you, sitting down to open the boxes.

You sit down next to him, admiring his side profile.

"I have an idea." You suddenly say, standing up.

You bring some good smelling candles lighting them up, placing two big glasses for the wine on the table too.

"This is so romantic." He compliments, loving every second of it.

You look satisfied with your work and as you see the tteokbokki with extra cheese, your mouth waters.

"Oh God." You groan just looking at it.

"Indeed." He agrees. "Bon Appétit, mon amour." He says in a fake french accent and you laugh it off, saying the same.

You eat in silence, a few things such as "it's so good" and "thank you hyunjin", the only sentences spoken.

When you finish eating he opens the bottle of wine, with a bow.

"For you madame." He pours into the glass with so much elegance you can't help but think again, he really is perfect.

"For the lucky boyfriend." He pretends to talk to someone, bowing again. "Oh wait that's me." He quickly moves on the chair pretending to thank the waiter (who is also him).

You laugh so much your tummy hurts.

He loves to make you laugh, loves to hear your laugh.

"Are you my boyfriend?" You ask as he puts the bottle away.

"Well...are you my girlfriend?" He asks instead, smirking.

"Hyunjin-ah!~" You say tired of the playing.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Yes or yes? There's only one correct answer." He smiles like he said the most logical thing on earth.

You raise an eyebrow smirking. "Are you proposing to me, or asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Hwang?" You joke back.

"Both." He says with an eye smile.

"Anyways, yes." You shrug, ignoring his comment, drinking your wine unbothered.

He laughs again, and you want to learn lots of jokes to hear that sound again and again.

"Yes to what?" He raises his eyebrows like he's in shock. "Just kidding."

You push his shoulder and smile, while once again admiring his handsome face.

Taking your hand while holding his glass of wine in the other, he leads you to the balcony.

You didn't realize it already got late, but you're glad it did, because you hope he'll want to spend the night with you.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, you decide Hyunjin is still your favorite thing to look at.

Taking the almost finished drink from your hands, he sets it down on a small table next to him, along with his.

He holds your waist closer, pulling you into his chest, holding you close again.

"Don't ask me anymore if you want to kiss me again." You say when he stares at your lips.

He nods, kissing you for the 3rd time tonight, but this is the first time he holds your face, waist, and kisses you so deeply, full of passion.

"You're my favorite person." He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair away from your face.

The wind is blowing, and it's really cold, but he makes you feel so warm, it's insane.

"You're mine too." You say finding yourself holding his face close, putting your lips on his again.

His kisses are like drugs and you end up wanting more of them. More of him. All of him.

You end up kissing on your way out of the balcony. Then on the way to your room and finally on your bed, where it gets more intense.

He kisses you like he never gets enough, just like you.

"You're so beautiful." He says when kissing your shoulders and collarbones, neck and jaw, then lips again.

"Hyunjin." You sigh, throwing your head back, when he sucks on a certain spot on your neck.

"Hmmm." He says satisfied when he hears you squirm under him.

"Oh God, Hyunjin." You exhale, as he presses his knee between your legs.

Pulling his hair, you can't get enough of the feeling of his lips on you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, still kissing your neck.

"A lot of things... But for now just please... kiss me more." You tell him, holding his face in your hands.

"Where do you want me to kiss you, my princess?" He seductively looks at you.

"Anywhere, everywhere." You let out, pulling his face closer to yours.

Kissing him, you know that is a thing you'll certainly miss when he's not gonna be around.

"We have time the whole night, love." He whispers.

❤️

Can you write something about erica ha x fem reader (fluff pls)

IVE HAD A IDEA FOR A STORY LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG!!!!!!

word count: 631

"i miss you" you say over the phone to your girlfriend of 2 years.

"i know baby, i miss you too" she says back softly, almost asleep.

"what time is it in singapore?" you ask, hearing how tired she is.

"2:51 am, what time is it in new york?" "2:51 pm"

you hear a soft snore, and realize that she fell asleep almost instantly after asking you.

"good night my love" you whisper, hanging up the phone. checking the time again, you park your car at the airport and pay the parking fee. "100 dollars for a week to park here, bull shit" you mumble, putting your card back in your wallet.

after the aggravatingly long line for tsa, you sit and wait for your flight to be called. scrolling though tiktok you get a message from evelyn

-are you on the flight yet?

-no, im waiting for my class number to be called

-okay, shes sleeping and should be for a most of the flight, we were out all day and she was talking about being tired all day

-good!!! my flight just got called so ill let you know when i land

-okay, fly safe! i cant wait to see you. and yes i told emily to keep her big ass mouth shut

as you board the plane, you feel yourself smile, knowing soon you'll be in your girlfriend's arms.

the flight felt like it was 2 hours (a 7 hour nap might help that feeling) but soon enough, you landed in singapore. excitement coursing though your vaines, you walk out until you see your last name on a board.

"miss y/n?" the man says, arm out to take your bags. "yes, thats me" you say, handing one of your bags over. "nice to meet you, you can call me james"

as he loads your bags in the car, you text evelyn that you landed.

-okay good! were out eating rn, but well be back at the hotel soon

-okay, ill be at the hotel in about 10 minutes

-okayyyy, shes a little upset bc you havent answered her text :(

you read her message as you pull up to the hotel. james tells you to walk in and tell the woman at the front desk that you were hear with the ha sisters. after the woman gives you the key to a room, you walk in and start getting your stuff placed in drawers. you feel your phone vibrate and know that its evelyn texting you that they were back at the hotel.

"erica just go to the new room oh my god" you hear emily yell in the hallway.

"why do i need to go to a new room? why cant evelyn?" erica argues back.

"because theres something in the room for you dumbass" evelyn yells back right outside the door.

against her will, erica slams the door open, eyes roaming the room. when her eyes finally land on you, she lets out a ear piercing scream, jumping in your arms.

"oh my god" she screams out screaming, kissing all over your face, making sure to kiss your lips the most.

"i missed you too princess" you laugh out, kissing her back. you hear emily pretend to gag in the back, the hear her yelp after getting slapped.

"were gonna leave you guys alone for a while" evelyn yells out to the two you, dragging emily out with her.

you and erica climb in the bed, ready to take a nap. "baby ive been on a plane for so long. cuddle me and take a nap" you whine, pulling her into you, cuddling into her neck. before she can even protest, your alseep in her neck, soft sores filling her ears.

"good night my love" she whispers

Bebe

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: father of my future cats

Cat dad Ddeonghwa ! !

✫彡wordcount: 200

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗgenre: humor, scrap

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: none, enjoy freely ! though it's not edited sorry

"I've missed you, Mars..." You almost cry when you hear his voice, see his tired face, for the first time in days. "Your pillow is starting to loose it's smell... can't wait until your home."

"Just a few more weeks," he sighs as he falls back down onto the plush hotel pillow. He knows the feeling. The large squishmallow he stole from you before tour started is starting to smell less like you with every passing day. He misses your smell. Your beautiful smile. Your voice. The way you hold his hand when you sleep so you don't 'drift' away. "How's our children?"

"Lucy is on the couch, but Bebe- Bebe!" He hears you call out, ruffling the blanket and searching for your cat. "Bebe, come see Daddy." The cat jumps down from the shelve above the bed and onto your chest, meowing loudly at the screen.

"Hi, Bebe! Daddy's here!" She sniffs the phone, turning her butt to it when she doesn't smell anything. "Bebe," he coos, frowning as she settles on your stomach and starts falling asleep. "Fine! I like Lucy more anyways..."

You gasp dramatically, putting your hand over the cats ears, "don't listen to him, Bebe. Daddy is a cranky ol' man."

"And Momma is an old cat lady."

"Hey, not cool!"

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Piña Colada

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: it is unbelievably hot right now and i have romantical feelings for hongjoongs arm tattoo : thus this came to life

" But his hands are like sandpaper, His eyes are dark and dull, Months of dehydration have really taken their toll " -Popsicles , Emily Kinney

✫彡wordcount: 800

(¯ ³¯)♡genre: fluff

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: none, enjoy it freely ! not proof read

    Another sigh leaves his chapped lips as he turns on the bed to face you. Both of your sweat soaks the sheets from the unbearable heat outside. Even with the large fan you have propped up to blow right on you, the heat is sweltering in your apartment.

   "I can't sleep." He states.

  "I can tell." You chuckle, pulling at his shirt. "Don't be a prude, get comfy."

   You leave the room while he sits up. He has to essentially peel the shirt off his flushed skin. He throws it to the basket as you return, a plastic wrapped popsicle in each hand.

You kneel on the bed beside him, handing him the 'blue punch' flavored sweet. You peel open the piña colada flavor and take it for yourself, a mischievous smile as you drink the little amount that's already melted. "Piña colada is my favorite..." He whispers as he nibbles at the blue punch.

"Mine too, and I got up and got them. I ventured into hell for these!"

"Ventured int- Baby, it's ten feet away!"

"Yeah! Ten feet of pure, un-air conditioned, hell!"

  He holds the plastic between his teeth as he grabs you by your sweaty waist and tosses you to the middle of the bed, climbing ontop do you. "Ah, mercy! Mercy, Joong!" You yell as he tickles your sides.

"Can I have some?" He asks as he halts his assault, voice muffled as his teeth hold his popsicle. When you shake your head with a pout, he continues to tickle you. He leans into your neck as he laughs, listening to your breathless giggles like it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard.

"Uncle! Uncle! I give up, you can have some!"

"Yay!" He plops next to you and opens his mouth with a grin, smiling fondly as you let him bite off a small chunk of the flavored ice. "Thank you, Princess."

"Yeah, yeah, my pleasure," you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Totally not mad about you stealing my piña colada..." You pout dramatically as you take the next bite, sucking the flavor out of it as it cools down your throat and soothes your weather induced fever. He pouts right back, looking down at the popsicle in his hand.

    "C'mere," he drapes his arm and lets you cuddle close, unbothered by your added warmth. You rest your head just above his elbow and sigh as he lowers the cold treat to your temple. He pets back a few sweat soaked stands of hair that have fallen into your face and smiles as your eyes flutter shut.

You can feel him staring and open your eyes as you take another bite. You offer it up to him and hold it as takes one himself. "What?" You ask as he chews quietly.

    "I'd share my piña colada with you forever..."

"That's so sweet... I would hoard them and keep them all to myself."

He laughs loudly, sweaty hair thrown back as he tilts his head back. He takes the popsicle off your temple as he shakes his head. He offers you a bite before he takes his own. You sit up and kiss all over his bicep with your cold lips. He shivers slightly, watching as you trace his tattoo.

"I'll share my piña coladas with you, Joongie." You say before you leave a long kiss on the ink. "But I won't be happy about it," you tease.

   "Come lay down, Princess," he whispers as he runs a calloused finger over your hunched back. You readjust yourself to lay across his stomach, your naked skin sticking to his.

    He looks down at you with dull, love filled eyes. "Can't wait for this heat wave to go away so we can really cuddle. I can't sleep well without being all over you." You laugh quietly, taking a mouthful before handing over the last of the popsicle. He hands it back and he gestures for you to have it, and you gladly do.

    Bathed in the summer moonlight, empty popsicles in hand and fan blowing on your near naked bodies. Listening to his deep breaths as he falls into sleep slowly, his rough hand slowing it's movements on your stomach until it stills completely.  You look up and see his eye lashes fluttering as he falls deeper into his slumber, holding you close and muscles relaxing as he feels you.

    You would share your piña colada popsicle with him forever too.

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hii! i hope your doing okay, can i request bf steve harrington x gf reader with period cramps?? like a fluff thing??

HIIII!!, I hope you are doing well , I’m doing great, thank you so much for requesting

I hope you enjoy

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Warnings: Mentions of period pain/cramps ,Light mentions of physical discomfort ,Fluff and comfort

Summary- in this fluffy moment, the reader is dealing with painful period cramps after a long, exhausting day. When they arrive home, Steve Harrington immediately notices something is off. Despite the reader's attempt to brush it off, Steve insists on taking care of them. He prepares a hot water bottle, snacks, and water, remembering small details he learned about helping with cramps. Steve pulls the reader into his arms as they snuggle on the couch, watching a movie together. His gentle touches and sweet reassurances slowly ease the pain, allowing the reader to relax and fall asleep in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for.

It had been a long, exhausting day. You’d woken up with a familiar dull ache low in your abdomen, the tell-tale sign that your period was in full swing. It was the kind of pain that radiated out, making everything feel heavy and sluggish. You had tried to push through it, putting on a brave face, but by midday, you were utterly drained.

When you finally made it back to your shared apartment, Steve was already there. You could hear him moving around in the kitchen, humming softly to himself as he worked on something. The sight of him, so effortlessly domestic, made your heart swell, even through the haze of pain that had settled over you.

You dropped your bag by the door, not bothering with pleasantries as you shuffled toward the couch. “I feel like I’m dying,” you groaned dramatically, collapsing into the cushions.

Steve peeked his head out from the kitchen, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “That bad, huh?” He set down whatever he was working on and crossed the room to sit beside you. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

You waved a hand weakly in the air. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “Babe, it is a big deal. You know I don’t mind taking care of you, right?” His voice softened as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Especially when you’re feeling crappy like this.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the discomfort. “I know, I just… didn’t want to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” he said firmly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, closing your eyes and sinking deeper into the couch cushions. “I’m just so tired, and everything hurts.”

Steve’s hand found yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles. “Well, lucky for you, I come bearing gifts,” he said with a wink before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen.

A few moments later, he returned with a hot water bottle, a plate of your favorite snacks, and a glass of water. “I read somewhere that chocolate helps with cramps,” he said, handing you a small bar of dark chocolate. “And hydration. And heat.” He placed the hot water bottle gently against your lower abdomen. “I’ve got all bases covered.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he was, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember everything he’d read about how to help. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured, accepting the chocolate with a grateful smile.

Steve shrugged, sitting beside you again and pulling you close so that your head rested against his chest. “You deserve it. And besides, I get to spend time with you. It’s a win-win.”

You felt yourself relax a little more in his arms, the warmth of the hot water bottle and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a calmer state. His fingers ran through your hair, slow and soothing, and for the first time all day, the pain didn’t feel so overwhelming.

“Do you want to watch something?” Steve asked after a few minutes, his voice soft and low in your ear.

“Hmm,” you mumbled, already half-asleep against him. “Anything that doesn’t require too much thinking.”

He chuckled, reaching for the remote. “Got it. How about we just put on something easy? Like ‘The Goonies’?”

You gave a tired nod, snuggling closer to him as the movie started playing in the background. Steve adjusted the blankets around you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, he’d press a kiss to the top of your head or murmur something sweet, his attention never fully leaving you.

As the movie played on, you could feel the cramps slowly easing, the worst of the pain fading into the background. You knew it wouldn’t last forever, but for now, with Steve by your side, everything felt a little more bearable.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you started to drift off.

Steve’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your temple. “I love you too, babe. Get some rest.”

And with that, you let yourself fall asleep, the comfort of Steve’s presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

I hope you enjoyed , and thank you again so much for requesting