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loserdiaz · 2 years
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theworldofkirby · 3 months
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i adore you, noble haltmann… (president haltmann x reader fanfic)
A/N: hai guys i wrote a haltmann/rader fic as a kind of sequel to the dedede dating simulator bc i dont feel like coding another game to make a haltmann dating sim so take this haltmann x reader fic instead
ok so like u are in dream land right??? well :) it was taken over by capitalizm!!!!1 omg
you, (y/n) the SEXIEST freak in planet plopstar is almost crushed by one of those leg things on the haltmann works company star dream thingy ok? yea so you dodge that and like… there's a window or somethin and a guy falls out of there
you watch as he falls. he falls for like 10 minutes. but then he lands on the ground next to you and you hear a crumch.
"ow" the male says
"omg!!!!! are u ok" u ask the masculine man
"i think i broke my pelvurouscula" he says
"omg no……" u say and hold him gently. u have magic healing powers so u heal him
"gasp" he gasped. "i don't feel like dead anymore"
he gets up and u cant help but admire he. his beautiful egg shaped bod and wicked pinstripe suit. and his luscious hair and mustache.
"newayz my name is haltmann. max profitt haltmann" he said with not a trace of happy
"haltmann….. my name is (y/n)" u smile
"ok" he says. "i have to go home. bye"
he goes into his headquarters but u follow him. u keep talking to him "um so wat are u doing? i almost died" u frowned
"oh no" haltmann says. "did i accidentally park my plant on u"
"ya" u nod
"im so frickign sorry" haltmann starts crying. "i'm such trash i cant commit capitalizm without almost killing peopel"
u frown at the egg's sadness. "dont cry haltmann…" u say comfortationally
"no it's not okay i'm shaking and crying rn. i might throw up" haltmann starts crying
haltmann cries and opens his office door and runs in and throws himself onto his bed dramatically like a sad disney princess. u enter his office and hear some haunting lyrics…
"I pull away to face the pain
I close my eyes and drift away
Over the fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Torn away from you
My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel
Deliver us from sorrow's hold
Or from my hard heart"
u turn off haltman's ipod. "Haltmann" u say
"no my music" haltmann sobbed
"haltmann." u say again but more like… asssertively
"ouuu" haltmann screams into his pillow. "first i break my airpods and now my music is dead"
"HALTMANN" u grab him and sit him up
"what" haltmann sniffs
"whats wrong" u ask
"u see (y/n) i lost someone in da past… i forget who that was tho… but like someone died ok? and now im sad" haltmann explaines
"halmann" u look into his deep blue orbs. "i…"
"yes (y/n)?" haltmann blinks his beautiful sapphire saucers at u
"i…" u blush "i…"
"..." haltmann …ed
"i think u need to seek therapy" u gently stroke his bangs
"omg… ur right" haltmann tears up. he gives u a hug. "thank u (y/n)"
"ur welcome" u smile
"im so tired of depression. i will defeat this evil inside me. thank u (y/n)"
u get on his computer and start googling local therapists in dream land. "here's one," u say. "call them and see if they're accepting new patients"
haltmann gets his sexy cellphone out and calls the therapist. "hi mr. therapist, my name is max profitt haltmann and my friend (y/n) says i need therapy"
"ya we can take u in" says the therapit. "we will have u do an intake next month ok"
"n. next month." haltmann starts to tear up
u look at haltmann ernestly. "better late than never, haltmann… ur patience will be rewarded"
haltmann sighs haltmannly. "ok. we will do next month"
haltmann finishes scheduling his therapy appointment. u look at him with a pleased look on ur face. "that was kinda sexxy of u haltmann, working towards self care like that" u smirk and wink
haltmann blushes "haha yea i guess that is pretty sexy. um, not that i'm trying to be cool or anything" he stutters
"hey u can call urself sexy and cool all u want," u laugh. "ur epic even"
"(y/n)..." haltmann blushes. he leans in and gives u a kiss. his cute little mustache hairs tickle ur upper lip.
"teehee" u giggle. "ur mustache is so cute"
"thank u" haltmann says. "star dream says its ugly"
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2 MONTHS LATER
haltmann knocks on ur door. u open it
"hi (y/n) my sweet honey bunches of oats" haltmann wraps his hands around u and dips u for a kiss
"h-haltmann" u blush "where did this come from"
"so u see, i followed thru with therapy like u suggested. little did i kno this would change my life" haltmann says. "going to therapy made me realize that i wasn't treating myself with respect, and if i want to feel respected by others, i need to develop respect for myself. without respect for myself, i won't be able to recognize gneuine respect from my friends and employees. and i cant live being so cynical anymore. i need to love myself, (y/n). i need to be my own bestie becuz who will be there for me when everyone is gone? i need to be there for myself"
u look at haltmann like this:
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"haltmann… u… u mean…"
"yea. i love myself, (y/n), and its thanks to u…" haltmann kisses u again. "sory i didnt talk to you for the past 2 months btw i was depressed amd busy with therapy lol"
"its ok haltmann i love u no matter what" u stroke his egg head
"yea" haltmann nods. "um btw i like need some new music to listen to bc my therapist says i shuld stop listening to such depressing music if it makes me wallow in sadness more"
"say no more" u say as u smirk and take out of ur bookshelf a CDs of Hannah Montana 3 and the High School Musical Sountrack
u and haltmann spend the night picking out the best disney channel songs to boost his self confidence. soon enough its morning. "omg its morning" haltmann gasps
"it was nice spending the night with u haltmann" u blushed "we should do it again someday"
"no, (y/n)" haltmann gives u an onion ring "we will do it again today. marry me"
"ok" u blush
u and haltmann have a beautiful wedding with the stupidest most extravagant dress and cake bcuz hes rich. ur live happy ever after the end
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babey-fruit-bat · 2 years
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Bat!Eddie thoughts
I wrote this because bat Eddie makes me very happy and i want him as a familiar bc i think he’d honestly love that
Safe for POC to read! No Y/N just pure fluff :) hope y’all enjoy
Eddie has yet to get his ability to change back and forth under control, it’s unpredictable at best
After a nice night in with the hellfire club they go home due to the incoming storm and eddie goes outside for a smoke before the rain hits, he just can’t help it he loves the smell before rain falls
Long story short he smokes, sneezes, and is now a bat until he changes back whenever that happens.. locked out of his trailer :(
There’s not really a safe place to stay to wait out the storm so he does the only thing he can, fly to your house
He knew you were incredibly kind to animals, having saved snakes and bugs when others were scared. He figured you may have grace for him tonight
You and eddie weren’t terribly close but shared a mutual understanding, he was the local freak, you the local witch
You, your mom, and grandmother lived nearby in a small brick house where you all had an abundance of spell books, gardens and anything a witch could need.. besides any familiars of course
Your grandma and mom had told you one may come soon so you waited in anticipation
Going to bed you had settled in listening to the storm falling outside grateful you were dry in your room
A thump against your window startled you and unnerved you when it continued, you hoped it wasn’t anyone from hawkins high who was trying to prank you or your family
You were surprised to open your curtains to see a small black bat flapping avidly against your window
Without hesitation you opened your window and took the creature in your hands
Eddie thanked whatever god was up there he was finally out of the rain and wind, the flight was not easy on him
“You poor thing! Where did you even come from?” You spoke softly
The bat only chirped and flapped more trying to bury into your black sabbath t shirt
You took the bat into your bathroom cutting on the light and turning on your sink to fill with hot water
“You need a bath I’m sorry but you need to heat up before I can dry you off,” you apologized to him
Wait..? Was it a him and you did the only thing you though to do, lifted him up and took a peek
Suspicion confirmed. It was a male
If eddie could talk he wouldn’t have been able to, but the internal scream in his mind thinking of his high school crush looking at his junk even if he was a bat was embarrassing, especially when he was not in a flattering position
He flapped his wings more to wriggle free as you set him on the counter
“Sorry love, I had to be sure before I name you.” You apologized to him
The sink was full and you placed him in there gently and reached for your pumpkin scented hand soap to give him a little wash
“You know, you need a name if your going to stay here.. Would you mind if I called you?? Sabbath?” You spoke glancing at your shirt
“Chirp once for yes twice for no,” you laughed not really expecting any answer
Chirp. One chirp, you heard it plain as day
You stared down at him and he stared up at you “Ok so I can talk to bats now. Sick!” You fist pumped in the air!
“So hi, I’m going to assume the Goddess above sent me my familiar finally, and your name is Sabbath! I hope you don’t mind that I don’t have a bed ready for you exactly but I can put one together!” He chirped to you in response
Eddie was lifted out of the sink and placed in a warm dry towel to warm up
You carried him to the bed finding a pillow and a spare blanket for a small nest until you could get a proper roost for ‘Sabbath’
“Oh wait! Are you hungry at all, honey?” Another few chirps had Eddie carried like royalty down stairs to the kitchen
You cut apart a banana in the dimly lit kitchen, your grandma came out from the hallway
“Darling, what are you doing up so late?” She crooned confused
“Grandma you won’t believe this but I.. look!” You lifted Eddie, who’s mouth was full of banana, to your grandma
“Oh my! A bat? Now why is it in the house?” Your grandma asked
“Sabbath is my familiar, and he’s very happy here already,” you replied feeding sabbath more of his banana, he was of course, incredibly hungry from his long and tiring flight
Your grandma was not entirely convinced that the bat in your arms wasn’t just a random bat
“Look I can prove it, Sabbath, please chirp only once if you love the banana,” he chirped once
“Now chirp three times to say hi to grandma please,” three chirps followed
Your grandma didn’t need much convincing after that. She’s seen wilder things in her time as a witch. Once ‘Sabbath’ had finished his banana you carried him upstairs, placed him in the bundle of blankets and you both fell asleep
In the morning you had carried Eddie down with you for a delightful breakfast and Saturday morning cartoons, your grandma having explained the new guest to your mother before you woke up
Your mother and grandmother cooed over him, stroked his fuzzy back and each gave him a kiss on the head welcoming him to the family, your grandma teasing you by saying ‘It was about time there was a man in the house’
You fixed eddie a plate of fruits while you enjoyed pancakes and you both settled in to watch tom and jerry
Eddie could get used to being called ‘Sabbath’ for a while he thought and relaxed in your lap, mouth full of banana and mango
I am soft for bat Eddie y’all im weeping tears
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ohthemis · 2 years
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Oh, is fine if you ar not confortable, but could you write headcannon for tot boys with a taller y/n that like to tease them?
tot boys with a teasing taller mc
characters: all 
a/n: its been maybe a week or so since my last hc, just got back from a trip soz <3
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ARTEM WING
no go ahead, tease him, he thinks its the hottest thing ever. ofc he’s just red and stuttering but rest assured he’s definitely enjoying it.
oh my god reach above him and help him get things, even things that he CAN reach, he’s swooning and everything. literally borderline kabedon him and hes screaming. 
he’s very used to being the taller dude, but honestly, anything goes man, hes like,, wowza heiehieihehie (giggle n everything, but maybe a bit subtler) literally heart eyes
hes all for it lol. call him cassie because you can all judge him if you want, but he has never ever been happier
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LUKE PEARCE
quivering in his boots but hes not actually quivering
now i know i always write vyn to be the cunning one with the (non malicious) ulterior motive, but id be lying if i said luke wouldnt pretend he was too short to reach the top shelves (despite being the one to put the stuff there)
oh he tripped? big strong lover, wont u please poor luke up? puppy dog eyes n all
what a big baby (<3 ofc) hes lucky hes cute
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MARIUS VON HAGEN
he keeps a stool in his office for this exact reason. dont get him wrong, u being tall is hot, but he needs to be the taller guy in his office for personal reasons (he wants to impress u, idfk marius is weird)
oh my god he prays everyday that its winter. bc every time it snows, he’ll hid himself in ur jacket because “ur tall and big and warm so ofc u should keep ur lover happy.” (<- his words not mine)
he refuses your help when he cant reach things. “i can do it myself” (he cant) wastes about 15 minutes until he finally lets u help him
god save you. 6/10 experience, not recommended for the faint of heart and the faint of patience
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VYN RICHTER
does not affect him. not at all. (he goes home and screams into his pillow)
writes about you in his journal, except its distinctly similar to high school girls’ diary entries about their crushes. the oddly descriptive text about how you reached over him to get a book, just minus the “dear diary”
doesnt act out for attention, (unlike the other 3) but he WILL think about every miniscule interaction youve had for hours on end.
has a doctorate in psychology, in pedagogy, and in squealing like a 12 yr old girl having her first crush
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urlocalbunny · 3 years
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Headcanons of sleeping with the guys
Aaron:
If you're the type to like to sleep far away or turning your backs to each other, forget about it. He's going to hold you CLOSE. Arms AND legs, and he sniffs your neck and cheek.
"you're so cute :3" *smoooooooch* "i love you ;3 sleep tight." You're gonna sleep tightened in fact. Doesn't let go and if you complain about the heat he's gonna tell you to do it like him and sleep naked.
He usually tells you some happy stories and talks to you A LOT if you're not willing/can't sleep yet. Lots of headpats and kisses. If you return them to you he's gonna go silent and smile shyly.
If you ever run your hands through his hair while he tries to sleep, he's going to look at you with so much love :3
Sometimes holds you facing him and his legs and arms latch onto you but he REALLY holds your thighs. Your bodies fit perfectly no matter how tf you sleep and he's a heavy sleeper unless he's watching you to make sure you're safe.
He's the calmest among all when he wakes up. He moves slowly in bed, stretches and smiles at you cutely, plating a kiss on your forehead and grabbing his things to shower. His face looks puffy and cute.
Overall a cuddle bug.
Raphael:
He's mostly the small spoon no matter how tall you are. He holds you softly if he isn't, a hand in the waist, leaning into you and sighing in contempt.
If you feel like facing him, he's going to keep his eyes trained on you and ask you many things while you kill some time before bed.
He seems like he kind of knows if you're looking into his eyes too, so you just keep looking bc he's so pwetty i-
He usually likes to just stay in bed forever if he can but it's not that he's lazy, he's actually very active. It's just that he prefers cuddling over the other stuff.
He's a light sleeper, and he mumbles sweet nothings while you're together. That's because he keeps talking so much with his runny mouth lol and he doesn't realize he slept iabcksnjc I'm laughing chemically sorry reader.
He smiles a little if the day was really good too. Caress him when he wakes up for an extra big smile right before he wakes up and kisses your forehead.
Beliath:
Turn your back to the side, you'll feel him there like a tick. Turn to the other, he'll latch onto your back AGAIN. Turn on your stomach, he'll lay under you. don't turn your back to the ceiling, you'll probably get crushed by himbo material.
He LOVES to spoon you no matter how big or small you are. His cheeks get crushed against your back or head and he sighs in contempt. He gives lots of kisses and almost dies in happiness if you scritch scratch his head before turning the lights off.
The type to keep a hand on your chest no matter if you have big titties or if you have titties at all. He just likes to feel your heartbeat under his palm. It calms him knowing you're right there.
When that guy sleeps, he sLEEPS. Stab him, scream, jump on him, he won't wake up. If you move your back tho... ">:( Where are you going??????? Huh???????"
He smiles openly when you both wake up and he LOVES to draw shapes on your thighs and put his cold gremlin foot on you as soon as you're distracted.
Tells you how much he loves you as you both get ready for the day. Tries his best to cuddle as much as he possibly can before bed too. If you massage him, he'll sleep even better. He be carrying this house on his back with Aaron and that takes a toll on them.
Vladimir:
THIS SLY RACCOON LMAAAAAO. You won't live a good day when you start sleeping together. He sleeps in starfish position like he's planning on shifting realities with the crow method ajxnkancjs you'll fall off the bed.
Kicks the covers in his sleep and you wake up all startled to find him fighting the gods above with the cover tangled on his hand. Moves like a pancake and plasters himself on the bed. Throws pillows aside and flips them like a sandwich maker in a busy day bc of the cold surface too.
But... That's bc he's used to sleeping alone. When he sleeps with you near him, his body kinda reminds itself of when he slept with his younger siblings and they hogged his covers (so he's used to not using any).
When you start to pet his head in his sleep to try and appease him with his nightmares too, he will automatically cuddle into you, under your chin. If you're tall, his feet might dangle off the bed so he curls into you.
From there on, you'll sleep tight because he hugs you as soon as he falls asleep. Kind of tucks you in in his sleep and kisses your forehead from time to time.
Sometimes he still plays sandwich making pancake bc anything slightly warm for him except you is like jumping on fire and dancing with three coats on while satan watches. He likes cold beds.
8/10 just wait for baby.
Ethan:
The polar opposite to vlad. He fucking hogs the covers and curls up against the wall as if you're some sort of plague but that's how he sleeps EVERY day.
He loves you, it's just how he sleeps. He's just a small hedgehog. He'll uncurl from his ball of distaste the more you hug his back. Then he'll turn around and curl himself by your side. He'll look into your eyes a little, then grin as if you're some silly person for sleeping with him.
Then... He'll tackle you. He keeps a tight grip on your waist and he doesn't let go even if you want to pee. He'll come with and wait by the door. Then he'll walk with you and he'll tackle you again.
You wake up all hot in the morning but he can be sweating and he doesn't care AT ALL. He'll keep you close to him. You mad? Be on your underwear or something.
When he comes home from parties, he sighs and keeps his eyes on you as he wonders how the hell did he come from a person with a very good reason to never open up to anybody to a person who has someone very precious to him waiting for him. On his bed. Sleeping like a little ball of fluff.
He'll curl to the side of the wall again, just with you as the little spoon under the covers and smiling this time.
Ivan:
The most delicate honestly. He drapes an arm around you and kisses your forehead. From there on he sleeps easily. In case he wakes up at night (which is a few times, he's a light sleeper), He turns you if you're looking too crooked and keeps your head on the pillow or on his arm.
Ivan prefers to sleep close to you and he doesn't move too much, so it feels like he's not there when you wake up but then you feel his soft snores tickle your neck or move your hair.
Catboy enjoys covering your heads with the sheets when the night falls and you already cleaned up. He tickles you if you don't mind, or if you hate being tickled he just cuddles you and tells you how much he appreciates your company. His minty breath and body lotion smell nice.
He hates if someone abruptly wakes you up and he really will send them off if they wake you up. Aaron is the only one who can get in bc he's never noisy or mean.
He will always tuck you in if he's not coming with you first and he'll ask you if it's okay for him to leave if he thinks you're down. He'd never leave the bed if you say so.
He snores a little but it's small snores, then he wakes up because he's scared of the snores. Then he realizes it was him and goes back to sleep. He doesn't notice you know it.
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moskaisley · 4 years
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migraine pt. 5 | relief
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gif cred: @coredrive
rating: mature
word count: 4k platinum hi def TV
warnings: angst but also some comfort bc everyone is in their feelings, violence, descriptions of fighting and blood, mentions of death 
a/n: 
me: yea i’ll post by 8pm!!! also me @ midnight:
��i got slammed with some work from my job last minute so thats why she’s a couple hours late!! such is the life of a freelancer but thank u all for being patient anyway hehe. anyways!! i’ve had a LOT of ideas for side stories lately and i’m thinking of posting them in between the main parts of migraine so maybe look out for that??? 
and thank u all for your kind words on part 4!!! ily all and i hope u enjoy this one. alexa play in my feelings by drake  🥺🥺🥺
summary:
“Did you love him?”
You freeze, heart pounding loudly in your chest at the thought. You know the answer, but you’re terrified to speak it aloud, as if Mando could hear you utter it into the universe.
Where you find the strength to feel it all at once.
parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6
ao3 link / masterlist
“I’m going on ahead.” 
“Well, I’m not coming with you.”
He scrunches his nose, nostrils flaring. You refuse to look him in the eye.
“Seriously?”
You pick at the threads in the thin blanket on your legs with your nails. He’s fully dressed, standing in the doorway of your tiny dwelling. You’re still in your cot, your last chance to flee with him slipping away with every string you pull.  But fear claws at your insides, paralyzing you in your spot. You hear him shuffle, kneeling beside the bed and forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Please, help me stop them,” he pleads.
Your lip quivers, tears threatening to spill over. He’s such a beautiful boy. You loved and loathed his courage; Luca was always braver than you were, fighting off bullies in the schoolyard and sneaking out after dark. He was the first one to defy the Moff when he showed up at your doorstep, and he was the quickest to arm when they came blasters ablazing. But while Luca had moved forward ready to enact his revenge, you were still stuck in front of your burning home, heat blistering against your skin and pathetic tears streaming down your face. You’re still frozen at the other end of a blaster, cowering on your knees before a man clad in black. You’re still being ushered away down the country road with your brother, two very distinct shots ringing through your ears. 
But Luca doesn’t understand. 
“We’ll die, just like them.”
“Don’t you want to die fighting?”
You tear a hole in your blanket.
“I don’t want to die at all, Luca.”
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You haven’t spoken to him in days. 
It was quite impressive, really.
Ever since your breakdown, you denied yourself any sort of contact with the Mandalorian, bitterness and hurt still raw every time you looked at him.  At first, he tried to get you to respond to him, prodding with simple questions and painfully awkward small talk. But when his one-sided conversations were only met with more eerie silence, Mando took the hint and stopped trying altogether. You didn’t spend too long in the same space with him either; you made sure to work on opposite sides of the ship. Shifts were still maintained at night to watch over your camp while the other slept; but when it was his turn to take over, you only woke him with a wordless shove and quickly slipped into your bunk to get your share of rest.
Sleep never came.
Instead, you aimlessly tossed on the mattress for hours and hours on end, mind torn over the man standing outside your door. You loathed him, you were sure of it. He hurt you, more than anyone ever had. Took everything and crushed it beneath his boots. Then had the audacity to come back and ask for a favor. It was time to just let it all go; to push it far behind you and go on forward with your heart guarded and barred from the rest of the universe. To live and die alone. 
So why was the thought of never seeing him again making your chest tighten with agony?
You dug your face into your pillow a few times, letting out guttural, violent screams of frustration until your voice nearly gave out.
You should be angry with him. He left, he left, he left.
Just like Luca.
In those solitary hours, you thought a lot about your brother, and how painfully similar this all felt: The resentment that festered in your bones clashing with the deep love and care that resided in your heart. You didn’t want to forgive, but living with these thorns in your side was so fucking exhausting. You wondered if the universe doomed you from birth, never destined for a moment of peace. The warring feelings within you made it impossible to sleep easy, and soon enough, the sun would come up. Mando would be outside rapping on your door and you’d start the day over again. Rinse and repeat.
By the fourth day, the lack of sleep had caught up to you. 
Precariously perched on top of a ladder, you took the day to work on the repulsor grilles. Your mind was in a daze. You struggled to figure out which parts go where, and your hands were so clumsy you kept losing your tools to the small slot you’d been tinkering with. After dropping your screwdriver for what seemed to be the seventh time today, you were so fed up that any caution was thrown into the wind. Hot metal and active wires were the least of your worries as you carelessly shoved your hand down the slot for your lost tool. Your fingers grazed the handle, but as you shifted to get a better angle, you felt a burning shock shoot through your arm. You all but ripped your hand from the slot, wincing as you feel something tear at your palm. Your sudden movement was enough to drive the ladder toppling over. Squeezing your eyes shut, you braced for impact. You hear a low grunt as your body collides into Mando’s, strong arms quickly wrapping around your waist to steady you. Your cheeks grow hot at the feeling of him, and for a moment, your body pleads to stay in his arms just a little longer.
“Are you okay?” the low timbre of his voice brings you back from your panic. 
You quickly push off of him but hiss at the searing pain radiating from your hand. Turning over your palm, you grimace at the big nasty gash that gushes down your forearm with blood. Mando grips your shoulder and spins you around, trying to take your injured hand. 
“Let me see.” 
“I’m fine.” 
You recoil, holding your palm close to your chest and bleeding all over your shirt. Impatient, he goes in to grasp your wrist and wrestles with you again. 
“Will you quit being difficult and hold still?” he growls, voice devoid of any softness. The edge in his voice makes you freeze. It’s the first time on this journey that he spoke so firmly with you. Too tired to fight, you let him take your hand into his and study your injury. 
“Sit,” He lets go of your hand and gestures to the ground. “You’re going to need stitches. And then you’re going to rest. I know you haven’t been sleeping.”
“I’m fine,” you grit.
“It wasn’t a suggestion,” he chided harshly, as if lecturing a child, “I don’t need someone wrecking my ship more than it already has. You can work when you’re capable.”
He briskly storms back into the ship to grab the medpack, effectively ending your spat. Collapsing to the ground, you curse under your breath in irritation as you stare at your stinging cut. A piercing ache begins to radiate in your temples and weariness starts to settle into your bones. You’re so tired. The emotional turmoil of the past week had sucked every drop of energy you had left, and you were left feeling like you’d been hit with a landspeeder. 
A worried coo draws you from your thoughts, and the child looks up at you expectantly. 
“Hey, little guy,” you said, patting his head lightly with your free hand. He gingerly toddles to your thigh and tilts his head at your bloody palm. The kid begins to fuss, gurgling as he claws at the side of your leg. You scoop him up into your lap, and he settles down, satisfied.
“What’s going on, kiddo?” 
Then, he closes his eyes and holds his hand out, hovering over yours. You feel the flesh on your wound begin to move. Your gash is closing before your eyes and the skin is completely healed, as if it was never there at all. You pressed your fingers into your palm; the burning pain had subsided and the skin beneath it was completely smooth. Brows furrowed, your eyes dart from your hand to the child, his eyes slowly drooping closed. Your mind is racing. You hear Mando shuffle back out from the Crest, quickly dropping beside you and checking your hand.
You’re both stunned to silence as the child in your lap falls fast asleep.
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Early mornings in the forest were cold.
You’d been shivering in front of the fire for a few hours now, wrapped in a threadbare blanket you’d taken from your bed. You stared pensively at your palm, gently tracing your fingers over where a cut should’ve been. With a sigh, you hug your legs to your chest, and rest your forehead on your knees. After the child healed your injury, you thought your shock would’ve kept you from getting rest, but you slipped into sleep the second your head hit your pillow. You woke up later in the middle of the night, insisting to trade shifts with Mando. 
“I doubt you want a repeat of yesterday,” you told him, “Go to bed.”
In all honesty, you needed the early hours of dawn to collect yourself as your mind was all over the place. Between the mysterious child, your clashing feelings for your partner and your impulsive career change, your life had seemed to unravel in the span of a week. You thought of the way he spoke to you the day before; he was quick to care for you, but his voice was emotionless and cold. It sounded very similar when he left all those years ago. You know he only means to keep distance between you and respect your wishes. After all, you were the one who wanted to separate for good after this mission, but the ache in your heart told you otherwise.
Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, you could only come to a single conclusion: the Mandalorian had successfully derailed your life yet again.
The cry of an animal pulls you from your brooding and you’re swift on your feet with a vibroblade in hand. Stalking around the trees, you keep low in the foliage and slowly move towards the source of the noise. You see a fathier standing on the main trail hooked to a lopsided wooden wagon. Fruit and vegetables were spread all around the road along with a broken wheel. An old man rounded the corner, looking tiredly around him and began picking up the mess. The grip on your blade relaxes. Standing to your full height, you walk forward to meet him on the main path.
“Excuse me, sir,” you call to him, “Do you need help?”
He gawks at you, obviously not expecting anyone to be in the forest. He gives you a smile.
“That is very kind of you. Thank you, child.”
You learn that his name is Amir. He’s a farmer with fields down the road, and for the past 50 years, he’d make the trip every weekend into town to sell his harvest on the same wagon. He tells you how the fathier lost control, pulling the old carriage and damaging the wheel. 
“I suppose I must invest in those blasted speeder-whatevers,” he sighs. 
You chuckle lightly. He sounds like your father. 
“Please, let me fix it for you.”
Amir sits on a rock to the side of the trail, and you try your best to repair the wagon. Making light conversation with him as you work, you spoke of your own family’s orchard and recounted the times you spent on the farm. His company relaxes you and for a moment, you’re able to forget the chaos that consumed your thoughts earlier. 
“It’s hard work, this life,” he says, “but it is fruitful all the same.”
You laugh earnestly at his joke. He smiles at you warmly, patting his hands on his knees. 
“Where is your family now?”
“They were lost to the Empire. Our farm was burned down.” 
He sighs sadly, “War seems to take from us both. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Please, don’t be. It happened a long time ago,” you say quickly.
A beat of awkward silence passes. Amir changes the subject.
“So what are you doing here? In these woods. You look less like a farm girl and more like a mercenary.”
“Close. I’m a bounty hunter. Our ship crashed just past those trees.”
“You’re with someone else?”
“Yes. A Mandalorian. He’s–” you pause, thinking carefully over your words, “He’s just an old colleague of mine.”
But Amir is a very observant man, and he notices your hesitation.
“Tell me more about this Mandalorian of yours. I’ve never met one before.”
“It’s kind of a long story,” you say sheepishly, “I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
“A long story?” He questions, mischief flashing in his eyes, “I thought he was just a colleague.”
Warmth travels to your cheeks as he looks at you expectantly.
Cheeky old bastard.
But you indulge him, giving him a watered-down version of your history with Mando; how you met, how you worked together for many years before you parted ways, and how he came back asking you to help with his weird magical son. Amir listened intently, and when you finished, his face was pulled in thought.
“It’s a bit odd for a bounty hunter to have a child, isn’t it?” He wonders aloud, “I take it isn’t the safest profession in the world. I could see how he could need the help.”
You chew on your bottom lip, attention focused on twisting a screw. 
“We... didn’t split on the best terms. It wouldn’t be good for the baby.”
“I see.”
Amir notes your sudden change in demeanour, observing the way you tensed at the subject. 
“Did you love him?”
You freeze, heart pounding loudly in your chest at the thought. You know the answer, but you’re terrified to speak it aloud, as if Mando could hear you utter it into the universe.
So you answered him honestly.
“I’m angry with him.”
He lets out a hearty laugh. 
“My dear, you can be angry with someone and still love them.” 
What a nosy man. 
You shrug laughing lightly with him as you go back to work. As you mull over his words, you find them resonating deep within you. Had it been anyone else, you probably would’ve ignored or straight-up denied the question, but connecting with Amir had made you feel comfortable to speak freely. It felt cathartic to put your feelings into words. 
“You know, Imperial soldiers occupied the town for many, many years. My daughter decided to join the rebellion after she joined the local militia. We got into a terrible argument, begged her not to fight, to stay home but–” Amir struggles to finish. You’d stopped your tinkering with the wheel, instead listening carefully to his story. Your heart twisted, as the grief he felt was very familiar. You reached out to hold his wrinkled hand, giving him a sad smile. 
Amir takes a breath, looking wistfully towards the treetops as he continues,
“Sometimes, when people hurt us, we think we want nothing more to do with them. But when they’re gone, we only regret the love we never spoke out loud.”
-- 
Din thought he was dreaming when he woke up to the smell of cooking food. 
When he left the Razor Crest, you were feeding the child a small bowl of sautéed vegetables and rice. To the side of the camp, he spotted bags of fresh produce and grain. You greet him with a relaxed grin.
“You know, some of the things you’ve kept in there haven’t been touched since we split. It was kind of disgusting.”
He’s so confused.
“Where did you get all of this?” He asks.
“There was a man who broke down on the side of the road. I helped fix his wagon and he gave us food in return.”
You pat the child’s head as he finishes up his meal and take him into one arm. Din only stares, bewildered, as you pick up a dish that was sitting by the fire pit and hold it out to him. 
“Eat. And when you’re done, come find me,” you say, “We need to talk.”
--
“We need to talk.”
Words stronger than any weapon. 
Anxiety churned in his stomach, nearly rendering him incapable of keeping any food down. But your cooking was leagues better than any ration pack that he’d had in weeks; Din wasn’t about to (literally) throw the opportunity away, especially if this was some of the last moments he’d ever have with you. He ate slowly, savoring every bite, heart warming at the way you made it especially spicy for him. From the window of the cockpit, Din watched you leisurely skip rocks across the water while the child excitedly wandered along the shore. It was almost unsettling how quickly your energy had changed within a day; it reminded him of the days before he left. The days where there wasn’t a giant rift between you. 
When he finished his meal, Din rounded the corner of the ship expecting to see you at the shore, but you were nowhere to be found. He approached the edge of the water and stared at the abandoned pile of smooth stones. The next thing he knew, he was being roughly tugged by his arm and thrown flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him. He gasped, chest heaving for air and adrenaline coursing through his veins. As he struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, you meandered into his view.  He expected to see your face contorted with rage once again, but to his surprise, your expression was cool and collected as you pulled at the wraps around your hands. 
“We’re gonna spar,” you say, tone suspiciously even, “And you’re gonna tell me everything about the kid.”
Din stares, bewildered as you tower over him.
“Why?”
You still don’t look at him directly, instead tugging tightly at the cloth against your wrist and checking if you’re satisfied with your work. 
“If memory serves me correctly, we’re still evenly matched. 350 to 350,” you say, not even bothering to address the second part of your demands. 
But Din will take whatever you give him at this point, so he complies and swipes at your ankles with his legs, knocking you down. Taking the opportunity to get back onto his feet, he squares himself into position. You propel yourself back to your feet with much more grace, brushing yourself off and bringing up your fists. Din swears he can see faint lines of a smile on your lips and a glint of excitement in your eyes.
“Don’t hold back. Even if I’m mad at you.”
He smirks. 
“Never.”
--
You were always better at close combat than he was; the nature of your preferred weapon required so. But what Din lacked in skill, he made up for in stamina, and that’s why he was able to keep your little competition even for such a long time. Your fight had been going for nearly an hour, and at this point, you’d normally tire out and start getting sloppy from exhaustion. But your residual feelings of frustration and dream of kicking his ass for the past three years kept you fierce on your toes. It also helped that he had a story to tell. 
You listened attentively as Mando told you of the Mudhorn in between your relentless assault of jabs and kicks, how the child used his strange powers to lift a giant beast and how it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He also told you how he actually delivered the kid to the client, but turned back to rescue him before the Imperials had a chance to do any harm. (You noted how his voice dipped slightly in shame admitting this to you.) He told you of Sorgan, Tatooine and his reunion with Ran, and how no matter what system he seemed to end up in, the child was always in danger. As you processed this information, your attention seemed to slip, and Mando was able to throw a punch straight into your nose. 
You stumble backwards, cursing at the pain and feeling warm liquid pooling on your upper lip. He relents for a moment, pacing towards you in worry.
“Shit, I’m sorry–” 
You cut him off by gripping his arm, using his momentum to drive him over your shoulder and throw him on his stomach. Pressing your boot into his back and pinning him firmly against the ground, you tease.
“Not the first time I had you like this, Mando.”
You keep your foot firm against him as he struggles to push himself up against you, heavy breaths crackling through the vocoder of his helmet. Eventually, he relents and holds up his hands in surrender.
Pride blooms warmly in your chest, and you collapse on the ground next to him.
I nearly broke one of his ribs this time. You’re dizzy as you come down from the high of adrenaline coursing through you, exhaustion settling into your sore body. 
“If I sustain another injury on this stupid mission, I’m taking all the credits for myself,” you say, wiping the blood gushing from your nose. 
You hear him chuckle lightly beside you.
“You deserve it. I’ve been a total ass.”
“That, you have.” 
Catching your breath, you focus on the sounds of birds in the trees, and the feeling of wind cooling and relaxing your body. It was so tempting to just give into him, but you remembered what you called him here for– why you initiated a duel in the first place. The talk with Amir this morning helped clear your head, but it still terrified you to address it all. 
You take a deep breath, basking a little longer in this moment of peace. 
“Thanks for not holding back,” you said earnestly, pointing to your nose.
Standing up and brushing the dirt from your clothes, you turn to him and hold out a hand.
“Are we good?” he asks, hope slipping through his voice.
“No. Not even close,” your lips curl into a sad smile, “But it’s a start.”
You pull him up to his feet, and your grasp on one another lingers for a fleeting moment. You’re the first to let go, brushing your sweaty palms against your pants. Walking to the shore of the lake, you take a few rocks in your hands and continue skipping them across the still surface of the water. Your heart is racing; you feel his gaze on you, expectant for … something, anything. 
“When my brother left to become a rebel,” you began, voice taught with anxiety, “I was only 18 years old. For a long time, I was so angry with him. Who leaves their only family behind? Alone? To fend for themselves? I was–I was convinced I didn’t care what happened to him after that. That I hated him. ”
Something painful catches in your throat. You skip another rock.
“We were so young. He wanted to take me with him, y’know? Find the Moff that killed our family and get revenge. Destroy the Empire and end their reign of terror. I was too afraid; all I could think about living to see another day. But after a while, I missed him so much–I just wanted my family again. I started to regret not going with him, but then I met you.”
Mando didn’t respond, listening carefully and hanging on your every word.  
“And when you came along, it felt... nice to let someone in again. Not just as a coworker but as a friend. To not be alone. To have someone in my life. To– ”
To fall deeply, wholly, and beautifully in love.
Frustrated, you grip the smooth stone in your hand tightly. You feel like you’re rambling; there’s just so much.
Mando finally speaks, “Y/N, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I’m still hurt and angry,” your voice was beginning to tremble, “That being abandoned for a second time was the worst feeling in the galaxy.  I need you to know that.”
You hear him walk towards you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Mesh’la, please look at me,” he pleads.
“But I also need you to know that and I left things like this, I’d never find peace.”
You turn around to face him, tears in your eyes and heart leaping in your throat.
“Because there was a time where I thought I’d know you forever. And I don’t want to let it go.” 
--
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Brat Tamer (Roman Reigns/Reader smut)
Summary: The reader’s not a wrestler, but she’s being intentionally bratty bc Ro doesn’t come back home to her. Ro decides to take things in his own hands when she takes her brattiness and her teasing too far.
Word Count: 6,510
Warnings: voyeurism, a small tiny large ass bit of possession/possessive behavior, Roman being an absolute beast who I want to wreck me into oblivion, mutual masturbation and I believe that’s it??? Forgive me if I’m wrong.
(A/N: This was supposed to be for reaching 600 followers, but I’m re-purposing it so it’s now @writing-reigns’s birthday gift! To my lovely talented amazing fantastic beautiful sassy big sister: thank you. You’re an absolute delight to be close to and I hope you know how much I love you. Happy birthday, darling!)
(A/N #2: Bracket texts are Roman’s btw lol)
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You never did like it when he was away for so long.
In fact, you hated it.
You knew this was a part of his job: the leaving for long periods of time, the sparse days that he spent with you when he was home with you, the repeated sadness of seeing him leave. But, you knew that he loved you and you loved him, so you supported him anyway.
It would always be months before you saw him again, all smiling and warm with him in your arms. Video calls and late night chats on the phone weren’t enough for you. You needed him here and at home with you.
You longed for his touch, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin at night when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. But now, his side of the bed was empty, and his babygirl would curl herself around his pillows to imitate the feeling of him against her.
You missed the way his hair would flop forward into his face and his constant struggle with trying to push it away, you laughing every single time because it was just too damn cute. Just thinking about all the little things he did just brought a smile to your face.
But, you also missed the more…sensual parts of your relationship.
He would always do things to you that none of your previous lovers ever did, and just thinking of them sent excited shivers down your spine. You missed the way his hands felt on your skin, pulling at your hair and tugging at your nipples as he too you with wild abandon and left you satisfied for hours.
You missed the feeling of his mouth on yours and his body pressed against you as he made love to you and made you cum more times than you could ever count on one hand. You missed the way he'd wrap a hand around your throat and hold you down on the bed as he pounded you from behind, banging the headboard against your bedroom wall as he called you his good slut over and over again.
He always had a way of making you feel like the most pampered princess in the world and the most dirty, naughty brat to ever exist and that was just perfect. You missed the sting of the marks from his hands on your ass whenever you misbehaved; doing it to yourself just never felt right at all.
You pined for his hands groping your slick breasts as he took you against the wall in your shower right after he got home from a long day at the gym, and you craved the feeling of him burying his tongue in your pussy whenever he woke up early on weekends.
All in all, you just…fuck, you needed him.
Which is why it hurt so much when he rang you up that night right as you were about to leave.
“Wait, what?! What do you mean you can’t come home yet?!”
“I mean, I can’t come home because I’m still on the road, babygirl,” Roman told you again, him sounding frustrated over the phone. You could hear the rumble of the bus he was on in the background, and the sound of the other Superstars chatting away right after.
“Ro, I’ve been planning this dinner for weeks! You said we’d go out when you got back, and that was supposed to be today!”
He was supposed to come home that Saturday afternoon, with his princess welcoming him at the door as he finally got back from the European leg of the company’s tour. It would’ve been your birthday the day he shou;d’ve been back and when you told him, he had promised to take you out for a nice dinner and left it to you to plan out the details.
You both were supposed to have fun, celebrate him coming back from the latest leg of the tour and you surviving another year on this planet, and come back to your apartment to reconnect after months of being away from each other.
It was supposed to be perfect.
But it wasn’t and he wasn’t here, and you were left without your man, fully dressed in the skin tight red sleeveless number he always loved, hair and makeup done with your heels on only to be left alone at your door.
“You can’t just cancel on tonight because of your stupid fucking job!”
You kicked off your heels and stormed into the living room, throwing your purse on the kitchen counter and stomping over to the couch. You glared out into nothing, hoping that he could feel the weight of your stare through the phone. “I literally got all dressed up for you to just ghost on me!”
“You watch your tone with me, babygirl,” Roman warned, venom seething from his mouth. “I’m sorry that I can’t just hop off this fucking bus, grab my bags and stow away on a plane for you and get there in five minutes! You said you supported me going away when we started dating, so support me.”
You’re full-on yelling at this point, red in the face and close to tearing his eyes out when he actually gets back. “How can I support you if you do shit like this to me?! You fucking promised-”
“Stop!” he shouted, shutting you up immediately. He never used his dom voice outside of the bedroom before and frankly, it scared you but you weren’t going to let down your front that easily. “Don’t fucking tell me what I promised, babygirl. I said I was sorry and Daddy will make it up to you when he gets back, as long as you stop being a fucking brat about all of this.”
“What-me? Being a fucking brat?! Excuse me, Roman, but I am completely justified in-”
“Babygirl, look,” he sighed, the deepness in his voice fading slowly. “I swear to you that I’ll make this up to you, okay?”
You could feel tears pricking your eyes. Whether they were out of pure anger or sadness, you couldn’t tell. “B-But Daddy-”
“No buts, princess. I’ll see you when I get home. We’re about to reach the hotel, and I’m really fucking tired. This conversation is over.”
And with that, he hung up, the dial tone beeping in your ear before you turnt your phone off.
You managed to call the restaurant and cancel your reservation, take off your dress and your makeup and remove your jewelry without throwing your phone across the hall or punching a hole through your bedroom door. Slipping on one of Ro’s old merch tees, you climbed into bed and sniffled, crushing his pillow against your chest and sighing angrily. You contemplated between tearing your hair out before you went to bed that night or just screaming into the pillow. So, you chose the latter.
“How dare he?!” you yelled. “Fucking hypocrite saying that he doesn’t break his promises, and yet goes and breaks one himself! And he called me a brat for being angry? The audacity!”
All he had to do was give you a warning beforehand, a message or anything but nothing! Nothing from him because he put so much attention on his fucking work that he never even thought about you at all!
You flopped onto your back and kicked the blankets away, grumbling and staring into the dark void that was your ceiling for what seemed like hours until an idea popped into your head. You grinned deviously as you began to weave the idea into a full-fledged plan and you rubbed your hands together maniacally.
If he wants a brat, fine. I’ll give him a brat. Let’s see how much good that does him in the long run.
Game on, Daddy, you thought as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, a grin slowly making its way across your lips.
                                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was in the hotel gym with a few of the other Smackdown Superstars when you had texted him that morning. Setting down the weights he was lifting, he paused his music and wiped the sweat from his brow. Just seeing your name light up his phone made him smile a little, even if he did insight the argument the two of you had a few days ago.
Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)
morning Daddy 😚😚
                                                             [Gmorning princess. How've you been?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
just missing u, that's all 🥺
                               [You know I'll be home in a few days. We've been over this]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
i know, but i can't help it. i miss having u here to take care of me 😢💙. ur babygirl's pussy is so wet rn & she needs her Daddy to come take care of her 🥺
   [I'll take care of you and all your needs when I get back, just how you like it ;)]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
you better, or i may have to do it all by myself 😏😏😏
Roman looked down at his phone with wide eyes, sensing that you had something up your sleeve.
                                                              [Babygirl, what are you planning to do?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
nothinggggg 👀😏
                                                                             [Don't lie to me now, princess]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
okay fine, you're no fun >:P. i'm rubbing my clit thru my panties rn. they're
the ones u got for me for my birthday, and they're *soooo* soaked rn 💦💦
i'm all wet and aching and needy bc i miss u, Daddy 🥺
He could feel his eyes getting darker by the second and quickly got up, saying his goodbyes to everyone in the gym before grabbing his gym bag and speed walking through the door. He made his way to the elevator and felt his phone vibrate again, cursing to himself as the doors opened and he leaned against the back wall.
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
fuuck Daddy it feels so good but it doesn't feel the same
i miss your big fingers, Daddy. mine are too small and yours make me
feel the best 😻
                                        [Princess, did I tell you that you could touch yourself?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
...no???
                          [Take your fingers away, princess. I didn’t give you permission]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
...no
                                                                                             [What did you say?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
i said no 😈😊
fuck, my pussy is so wet for you, Ro. i’m sliding my fingers thru my folds and they’re so wet for you 😩
i have to text with one hand bc lefty’s busy with my slick hole rn
                                                        [You better stop teasing me like this or else]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
or else what? you’ll punish me? i already have two fingers in me, about to be three
She’s really testing me today, isn’t she? Roman thought as the elevator doors dinged and opened on his floor. He quickly walked to his room, placing the keycard in the door and swinging it open. Throwing his gym bag somewhere near his suitcase, he walked outside onto the balcony and swiped a hand over his face, imagining you in one of his merch tees with your legs spread and your folds wet and swollen for him.
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
i can’t hit my spot like you do, Daddy. you always finger-fuck me so good
fuck, i feel like i’m gonna cum already from this 😩💦
                                                                                              [Babygirl, I said no]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
too late, Daddy. i’m pushing in my third finger ;3
it feels so damn good Daddy. i can’t wait until you get back anymore
His eyes got dark and clouded over with lust as he felt his cock grow in his gym shorts. Fuck, what is she doing to me?
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
i’m rubbing my clit with my thumb now. dragging my nail across it too
i’m picturing it as your teeth bc you love to use them when you go down on me 🥺
                                              [I said to fucking stop already. Listen to me, (Y/n)]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
Hmmmm….how about…no 😋
i’m about to cum Ro. gonna squirt all over my fingers for you 💦
Is she really going to…? No, she wouldn’t disobey me like that, would she?
                               [(Y/n), you better not or else you’ll regret it when I get back]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
shit, i’m cumming Daddy fuuuuck
His mind is immediately bombarded with the vision of you soaking your bed, your juices flowing from you and staining your sheets. He heads back inside, closing the balcony door before throwing his phone on the bed and sitting down himself.
                                                                 [You done having your fun, princess?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
mmhm ^^
i came so hard for you, Ro. you wanna see?
He gets a picture right after, opening it to see your inner thighs glistening with your juices, your hand forming a peace sign as your digits are coated with your cum. Growling deeply, he closes his texts and moves to call you, the phone seeming to ring endlessly in his hand before going straight to voicemail.
“Hello person calling my phone, you’ve unfortunately reached the phone of (Y/n). Someone must’ve pranked you or something, because this is obviously the wrong number. But, if you meant to call this number, I’m clearly busy with something important so if you need me, leave a messa-”
Roman hung up quickly, throwing the device next to him and sighing, flopping onto the sheets and staring at the ceiling defeatedly. The concentrated throbbing of the hard-on in his gym shorts made him angry. You were testing him, teasing him, and he was buying into it big time. The phone buzzed next to him suddenly, making him grab at it and lean his head up.
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
gotta go, Daddy. i’m gonna go take a nap. byeeee 😚💗
                                                                     [You’re really gonna do this to me?]
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
yep ^^. Talk to you soon 😘
                                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For almost a full week now, he’s had to deal with the torture you put him through, showing up to press talks and photoshoots and working out non-stop with a constant hard-on from the things you’ve been sending him. For a full week, the sexts became an almost daily thing as you recounted all of the things you were doing to yourself behind his back: touching yourself constantly in the bed you shared, grinding against his pillows and taking selfies with only his shirts on, sending him pictures of you in your newest dresses.
The “home movies” you sent him were equally as troubling, showing him exactly how well off you were without him there to take care of you and please you by teasing him with the various vibrators and dildos that you had in your chest.
You even had the nerve to call him during a meeting with Stephanie and tell him that you were wearing the vibrating panties he bought you last year for your birthday while you were out with friends, causing him to shoot up in his chair and try to hide his erection.
And for a full week, he’s been pent up with sexual energy, counting down the days and waiting for when he can finally come home to you and punish you for what you’ve been doing to him.
But, they’ve also been dragging on for what seemed like an eternity. So when he pulled up to the arena that Friday night, Roman was more than a little pissed off. You tagged him in a selfie you took on Instagram of you in a fitted black and turquoise lace bodysuit with a black lace collar, posting that you “had a surprise waiting for a special when they finally gets back to you”.
He felt a hot streak of possessiveness run clean through his system when he shut off his phone, and his fingers twitched with the need to let everyone know that you were his as he read through the comments. But he persisted, gripping the steering wheel of his rental tightly before getting out with a plan in mind. Grabbing his bag from the trunk, he pushed the doors open and walked inside with a grimace on his face as he tried to maneuver around the various stage crew and other wrestlers that littered the hallways. 
Roman was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t seem to acknowledge bumping into one Mustafa Ali and walking straight through the man. He fell back with a yell, rubbing his shoulder as the Samoan continued on his way with his suitcase rolling behind him.
Rising to his feet, Mustafa brushed himself off before chasing after the other man, cupping his hands over his mouth to yell over the countless voices around him. “Hey, Roman! Hold up, man!”
Oh fuck, he groaned internally as Ali pulled up beside him, a smile on his face as he tried to match Roman’s pace. “So, how you been, buddy? It’s been a minute since we last talked, huh?”
Roman grunted, brows furrowed as he ignored him. His phone buzzed in his pocket again - most likely another message from you - and his mind immediately went back to you, thinking about how delicious you looked in that bodysuit.
She’s gonna fuckin’ get it when I get to the locker room, he thought, his hold on the bag’s handle tightening as Mustafa continued to try and speak with him.
“Ok, not much of a talker today. That’s fine. I just wanted to discuss our strategy for our match tonight. You know, for our tag match against Ziggler and Corbin? I was thinking that maybe you come out first and give ‘em the verbal one-two hit before I come out since they don’t know I’m your partner yet, but we could change that if-”
“It’s fine the way it is,” Roman replied, moving some stray hairs from his face before making a left towards the locker room and finding the one with his name on it. Before opening the door, he turned around to see the smaller man looking back at him holding his thumbs up and smiling.
He entered the locker room and shut the door, his mood somewhat lightening as he rolled his bag into the corner. Shoving his hand into his jeans pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened the newest message from you.
Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)
(photo attached)
bought another one for you, Ro 💜💜
Roman walked over to the bench and sat down, taking his hair out of the messy bun he put it in earlier with his free hand and sighing as he felt the crotch of his jeans grow tight. There you  were, spread out on the couch on your back wearing a lavender keyhole lace teddy with one of your legs bent towards the camera. You were smiling back into it and biting your lip, which made him groan and tug his hair a little as he ran his hand through it.
                                            [You’re really milking this teasing thing, aren’t you?]
Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)
Why yes I am. This is why you don’t lie to me, Daddy
                                                         [Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it later, (Y/n)]
Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)
Can’t wait for it ^3^
He smirked deviously when he read that, loving how coy and innocent you sounded but knowing how wet you became just from him sending that. He did secretly love this game you were playing with him, riling him up with texts and pictures and videos, but as your Daddy he had to put you in your place. You had to know who was really in charge.
Standing and shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked back to the door to unlocked it, only to hear the sound of someone suddenly knocking on the other side. He opened it to find a stagehand standing in front of him with a clipboard.
“Um, excuse me, Mr. Reigns?” she started, tapping her fingers nervously on the board, “I know this is kinda sudden and we only have, like, an hour and a half until the show starts, but the big man and some of the other guys upstairs switched around some of the matches on the card for tonight’s show.”
“And? What does that have to do with me?”
“Your tag match was one of the ones moved and, well….it was moved to the beginning of the night. Like, right after Baron’s segment. So, you’ve got to start getting geared up since some of the people in the film crew wanna start shooting some of your pre-show promos in a bit.”
She then turned on her heel and scampered away, reaching in her back pocket for a pen and clicking it to scribble something down.
He sighed, closing the door as he looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed that he only had a few minutes before someone else came knocking. Roman walked over to his suitcase and turned it over on its side to open it as he sighed.
Guess I’ll deal with you later, babygirl.
                                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd was roaring in his ears and he was loving all that energy, soaking it up like a sponge as he knew you were tuning in to watch him fight. He loved knowing that you could see the Big Dog in his natural habitat, watching him kick the crap out of anyone he was put in front of and feeling the apex of your thighs tingle from how turned on you were becoming.
Adrenaline pulsed through his veins throughout the entirety of the match, from when he slapped the taste out of Corbin’s mouth before Mustafa made his presence known to when he finally pinned Ziggler after hitting him with a third Spear during the nearly 15 minute long tag match.
Seeing “King” Corbin pull his new lackey from the ring and scamper to the back while holding him by his arms brought a quick smile to his face as he yelled “You can’t handle all this!” and the ref raised their arms in victory.
“I’ll see you around, okay? You were awesome out there!”
“You too, Ali,” Roman said smiling, panting slightly as the duo made their way through the curtain. Promising to check in on him some time later on, the two pounded fists and shared a brief hug before Ali began limping to the back with one of the medical personnel in tow, leaving Roman by himself.
“Now,” he told himself, smile dropping and eyes narrowing as he tore his way through the halls to get to his locker room, “time to take care of business.”
He immediately locked the door when he got inside, ripping his tactical vest off and throwing it into one of the open lockers before going over to his bag and unplugging his phone from the wall next to it.
His chest was shiny with sweat underneath the fluorescents, so he grabbed a towel that one of the stagehands left on the bench inside to wipe himself down. Drying off his hair with one hand, he used the other to unlock his phone and video call you, with you instantly picking up after only two rings.
“Hi, baby! You were so great out there during your match tonight! That was probably one of your best this ye-”
Your voice died down when you saw the look he was giving you: eyes holding yours in a steely gaze, neck vein starting to pop out a bit and a clear glint of mischief running across his entire face, but he disguised it all with a smirk. It sent shivers down your spine to know that secretly, you were the one to do this to him, to get him like this.
“How’s Daddy’s favorite little tease doing?”
“A tease? Me?” you feigned shock, mouth dropping open as you placed your hand on your chest. “Why would I ever have the gall to tease you in any way? I’m a good girl, remember?”
Roman’s face deadpanned and you had to stifle a giggle from bursting. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, (Y/n). You’re not slick, and your Daddy isn’t a dumbass.”
His eyes flowed down to your chest, and how you were starting to angle the phone to show him more of what you were wearing. He chuckled at your latest attempt to get him riled up but unluckily for you, he was filled to the brim with pent-up energy and was all too ready to take it out on you.
You pursed your lips and blew a kiss to him as you crossed your legs on the bed. What seemed like miles of red mesh ran up your legs to your upper thighs and was held up by a frilly garter belt, leading his eyes up your body as the other two pieces of the red lace lingerie set hid all of your goods from his heated gaze.
“You like it? I bought this little number a while back and I was gonna send you a pic of it as a congratulations gift but since you called me, I figured now was as good of a time as any! So, what do you think?”
He could feel the crotch of his ring pants grow tight as you giggled again and stuck your tongue out, dropping the towel next to him as he ran his hand over the newly formed bulge. “I think,” he started, moving towards the bench and sitting down, “that it’d look much better on the bedroom floor. Speaking of which, take it off.”
“Huh?”
“The bra. As much as I love how it frames your perfect breasts, I want it off. Now.”
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you placed your own phone on your bedside table and angled it against the lamp that stood there before reluctantly reaching around and unsnapping the lacy piece, sighing as the room’s cool air made your nipples perk up. You tossed the discarded garment in the direction of your closet, smiling faintly and awaiting further instruction.
“Now, since you wanted to tease me for over a week with those fucking texts, those videos, those tags on Instagram, now I’m gonna do the same damn thing to you. And this time, you’re gonna fucking take it.”
Oh shit was the only thought that ran through your head as you gulped and felt your fingers twitch.
“So, what I want you to do is take out that cute little toy chest you have under your bed-”
“How do you know about that?!”
“-and take out the dildo you got molded for me. You know the one I’m talkin’ about, right?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you muttered under your breath as you stood up, wondering how in the fuck he found out about it and turning around to bend over suggestively and give your man a show. You could hear the jingling of his belt clasp and heard him suck in a breath, smirking to yourself as you pulled out the black box from underneath your bed frame.
For Roman, he loved the view that he was given, loving how the lace and the garter belt framed your ass as you reached into the box to pull out the silicone toy and show it to him. It was shaped and colored to look exactly like his own cock but before he could say anything, you climbed back onto the bed and sat cross-legged with it in your lap. He could see a slight flush dusting your cheeks and he laughed darkly.
You could see him fully now, his arm with his phone in his hand partially outstretched while his other hand held his half-hard cock as he coaxed himself to full hardness. Looking down at the dildo resting on your legs, a shudder went through your body. Although your new toy will never compare to the original, you’re gonna make damn sure that your money is well spent.
He watched as you let out a shaky breath, moving to lay down on our back at the head of the bed and picking up the dildo. You raised it to your lips and suctioned your lips around the head, getting it nice and wet for him before trailing it down your neck and circling it around your breasts and nipples until they were shiny with your spit.
With wide eyes, you looked back into the camera and asked, “What do you want me to do now, Daddy?”
“Cut the innocent crap, babygirl,” he sneered, making you moan softly. “Trail that thing down your stomach and run it over those pretty panties you bought.”
You answer him with a “Yes, Daddy” before doing as he told you, dragging the dildo down over your stomach and circling your belly button with it before running the head over your pelvis and throwing your head back with a moan.
It felt good running it over your skin like that, almost as good as if Roman was actually there with you and teasing you himself, but you’d never say that to him outright. Raising your hips to meet it, you slid the toy’s shaft in-between your legs and ran it over the thin strip of fabric that kept it away from your lower lips. You could already feel how wet you were becoming, seeing as after a few seconds of this that the dildo was faintly glistening with your juices when you held it up.
“Babygirl, don’t you fucking stop until I tell you to,” he growled over the line, making you jump out of your own little fantasy world. He was angling his phone downwards towards his hard-on, showing you how he’s already leaking cum onto his fingers as he touched himself at your expense. “Keep rubbing that dildo over that wet little pussy of mine.”
You spent the next few minutes running the toy over yourself, grinding it against your clit and moaning but taking it away when you got too close to cumming as to prolong what you had going on. The arch in your back became more prominent as time went on and as sweat began to bead on your own temple, making every moan made and every breath you took much heavier.
He finally told you to stop, seeing how he could spot your juices staining your inner thighs from where your phone stood on the bedside table. “Pull those soaked panties to the side, (Y/n), and fuck yourself with that toy for me. I want you to be fucking dripping and soak that thing so badly that I can see your cum from my end.”
You can audibly hear him stroking his cock now, his pre-cum making it easier for him to pump and twist his thickness. A smile broke out onto your fae but by the look in his eyes, you knew it wouldn’t last as you pulled the red panties to the side with your free hand and rubbed the head of the toy between your lips before sliding it into you slowly.
A heady groan rang out from within you and your eyes snapped open as you began to fuck yourself with it, pressing the silicone balls against your clit to drive you to climax quicker. Moving back into your own little world, you could feel it moving against your inner walls and running against every spot that made you tick.
You threw your head forward with a moan, both of you watching how perfectly all of it fit within you in one go and how quickly you started thrusting it. You raised your hips to meet it with every pass, sighing whenever it filled you to the brim.
You were so lost within this space, your mind so cloudy with arousal, that you almost didn’t hear him call your name.
“Slower, babygirl. I don’t want you cumming yet. You’re not the only one who wants to drag this out.”
So from that point on, he directed your pace and your every movement, telling you to go slower or faster and leaving you hanging on a damn thread every time. Roman laughed heartily when you huffed and puffed out your cheeks, calling you adorable despite being a teasing brat.
“I’m only giving you what you asked for, so don’t blame me for any of this.”
He made you grind down on it every time the dildo went balls deep, making you cry out when he made you take it out right after and pass the sticky head over your clit. You were balancing on nearly nothing at that point, a heavy sheen of sweat now covering your body and seeping into the mesh tights you were wearing until he finally tossed you a bone.
“Now ride it. Ride that fucking toy like you will once I step through your goddamn door. Ride that dildo until you’re screaming my name and letting everyone on your block know who fucking owns you.”
He says this with a snarl, tightening his grip around his shaft and stroking himself quicker as you rose to your knees and moved a pillows between your thighs to suction the dildo onto it. You sunk down on it immediately, your juices making it much easier for you to slide it in and your walls hugging it closely. You grabbed another pillow and moaned loudly into it as you started bouncing, bits of your hair flying around your face and lightning running through your veins.
Your hands started to move in opposite directions; one drifted towards your breast to pluck and pull at your nipple, and the other fell to your pelvis as you began rubbing at your clit with your fingers. Looking at Roman through the phone didn’t do you any better at all, him showing you how hard and thick and ready he was for you.
His chest and forehead were covered in a thin layer of sweat as he stroked himself to a climax throwing his head back with a moan and tugging at his long hair. You could see thick streaks of white fly from the head and splatter his chest and stomach, making you moan as he lowered his head and looked straight back at you. His eyes were cloudy and lost but still dominant and utterly him which made you close your own eyes to keep yourself from reaching that peak.
But despite that, you could still feel it building up in your abdomen as the dildo hit all of your deepest spots and made you cry out to the heavens. Words could no longer spill from your mouth when you felt that twinge of arousal run directly through you and drive you closer and closer to that edge you were seeking. He was finally going to let you cum after what seemed like hours and hours of teasing…
...which is why it shocked you so much when Roman told you to end it.
“Stop.”
“....wait, what?”
“Babygirl, I said stop. Take the dildo out now.”
Even through your daze, you could hear him clearly. His eyes were nearly black, clouded fully with lust as he gripped the phone with one hand and held his softening cock with the other. Isn’t this what he said he wanted? You were so close, why should you stop now?
So you kept at it, grinding the toy down harder as you moved closer to the phone so he could see. You arched your back and pretended not to hear him, lost in your own little world of pleasure and dipping your hand back to your hard bud to rub at it furiously.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”
“(Y/n), I said to fucking stop.”
And stop you did, ceasing all movements and quickly taking your hand away from your clit. The tone he used surprised you as he never really used his dom voice outside of the bedroom, so you knew he was fucking serious.
You moved to grab the phone from its place on the bedside table and whined as you slowly slid off the toy, the crotch of the lace panties a deep marroon as your walls clenched around nothing. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you put the dildo next to you and were sure to get it in frame, all shiny and glistening with your juices.
“Now what, Daddy?”
“Pick it back up and clean it off, baby.”
You did so without hesitation, moaning obscenely as you made a show of picking the toy up and running your tongue along its sides. He let out a low moan as he watched you watch him while you licked your juices off of it, swirling your tongue around the fake head like you would’ve if he was laying right there with you.
He hummed, the deep noise sending shivers down your spine as you placed it next to you and held the phone up before resting your head on the pillows behind you.
“All done,” you said coyly, biting your lower lip again as he ran a hand through his hair on the other side of the screen. Always did love when he did that.
Roman told you to put the toy back in the drawer where you found it and to change - both of which you did, dropping the dildo back into your toy chest and swapping out the soaked red panties for a tank top and silk shorts.
That’s future me’s problem, you thought when you noticed the wet spot staining your sheets, wearily moving around it before slipping under your blanket.
“I miss you, Ro. When are you getting back? Like, actually?” you asked, pouting your lips.
“I’ll be home in a week, babygirl,” he told you, out of breath and nearly falling back into the open lockers behind him. “You better not touch yourself until I get back.”
Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to sit up. “Huh? Why not?”
He ignored your question, moving over to his left to grab the towel that laid on the bench. Wiping off his chest again, he said assertively, “Your Daddy’s giving you a command, (Y/n). Follow it, or else I’m gonna put the belt on you for as long as I want.”
You gulped audibly, holding your tongue as your eyes grew wide. After a few seconds, you let out a soft “Ok” and he nodded in approval.
“That’s my girl. Now, be a good girl for me, and I’ll see you when I get home.”
He didn’t even wait for your reply, hanging up the call and shutting off his phone. Roman threw it back into his bag and sighed as his deep brown eyes wandered to the ceiling and he slumped back against the wall next to it.
She’s gonna end up killing me someday, he figured, wiping his hand down his face, but what a hell of a way to go.
                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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actualsunflower · 3 years
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🌻💐 for the asks please!
🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? 🌻 🌻   He tends to notice the way people like.. do things? If that makes sense, like if someone always raises their pinky when they do things, if the tend to fidget when they’re thinking, if someone walks on their toes frequently, if theyre gentle and graceful when picking things up or if they’re abrasive and jerky. He notices quickly the small little quirks in people’s actions and speech and often admires them because they’re so unique to each person. It kinda goes into his love language, for example he notices the very small things that make people comfortable/uncomfortable and goes out of his way to provide or take away the things that comfort/bother them just to make sure they’re happy. Nick has started noticing those things too from Jay occasionally pointing them out, for example Jay always ‘follows his head’ when he turns, he always looks over his shoulder first and then twists around to follow his gaze.       For the small things about the world, he’s always on the look out for just like... anything. He points out bugs or animals, ESPECIALLY the cool or pretty ones, he points out interesting or pretty plants, or nicely preserved pre-war trinkets and other items. He observes everything really intently so he tends to notice patterns in things, or even if certain things are just lined up in a satisfying way. Things like that really make him happy. He’s really vocal around Nick and will always point things out even if its not something Nick really gets or sees the same way, like a shape in the clouds, a certain pattern in colors (he is red-green colorblind, so things are rather different for him than they are for Nick), if things are in a certain shape that usually arent. Sometimes Nick is a little confused about the things he’s pointing out because he just doesnt always feel they were super important, but he loves Jay’s enthusiasm and is interested just because Jay is.      Since I talked a lot abt like, non-physical items I’ll do that for this bcs I think that’s what the last question is talking abt- Jay really loves dishes. Like pretty china, little tea cups with matching little plates, those things make him really happy bcs he thinks theyre cute. He’d be one of those old people with a cabinet full of dishes that are never used, they’re just there to be pretty and cute. He has a whole collection of mugs and tea cups, some with matching little plates if he can find them too. Nick keeps an eye out for them now too, he loves how excited Jay gets when he brings them back. He also loves little things like jars, neat containers and the like, and he very frequently runs out of ones to use because he’s always drying herbs and flowers from his travels and gardens, using them for other small items like all the pens and pencils he hoards. (He never means to steal Nick’s pens and pencils but it still happens. Sadly he tends to chew them, so Nick always needs to hide pens if he wants usable un-chewed ones.) Also with the jars- baskets. Who doesnt love a good cute basket?! He collects books as well if he can carry them home when he finds them, he gets especially excited over medical texts and earth sciences. They’ve got quite the collection now. He also never passes up good paper, he’s always needing more for his research, and he can’t steal Nick’s paper because he needs it too XD I think I got a bit off topic there so one last thing, he loves rocks and finding cool ones out of nowhere is just a great time for him 💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need? I am so sorry that this is just SO MUCH TO READ sdkfjghdsf I just have... so much to talk about and like no one to talk abt it with so I just SKDFJHGDSFSJDF when I get asked :’)       Its VERY rare Jay gets sick, because of his mutation and inherited artifact powers he doesnt get sick unless its something SERIOUS, and since he’s never experienced something like that, I think he would really panic. Nick would try his best to get him to rest but he wouldn’t be able to stay put, especially during the day when he should be outside in the daylight. Nick is always looking out for his wellbeing (as Jay does for him,) and could even at times be very serious with Jay when Jay’s stubbornness keeps him from complying and resting. Nick will try his best to give him everything he would need or wants, but Jay doesn’t like being doted on when it’s over something like illness or injury, it just stresses him out. He prefers to handle things alone in those cases, though he isn’t a terrible patient, he will just be rather dismissive and try hard to do things on his own even if it ends in him fainting in the kitchen because he wouldnt just lay down. This seriously stresses Nick out, he doesnt get why Jay wont just let him take care of him dkfgjhdf but he also knows Jay struggles with having people do things for him, as it tends to lead to a lot of guilt for him even when there’s no reason for him to feel bad over it. In the case when Jay’s right leg was like, half eaten by a deathclaw, he seriously struggled with frustration and the doting he received from Nick and Sturges. At times it made him angry, though he never lashed out at anyone, especially not Nick. I seriously dont think he could ever lash out at Nick. When his left arm was crushed, he went through the same frustration though from Nick, Sturges AND Blake and at times he kinda just wanted to scream in a pillow. He hates feeling helpless bcs he knows he’s not, and hates being treated as if he is, even though no one was actally treating him that way, it still felt like it to him at times.         As for the reverse, before the war Jay was a nurse. He is the polar opposite when it comes to caring for other people, especially ones he loves. He will turn into exactly the person he would hate to get care from. You could never get him away from your side, he will be there with EVERYTHING you’d ever need no matter what was wrong. Serious illness, he’s there with his extensive medical knowledge and impeccable bedside manner. Injury of any kind, he’s already done everything possible to make his patient as comfortable and pain free as possible. Simple cold? The hot tea is already ready and there’s a pile of blankets and pillows on the bed, he will even tuck you in personally. He might even be as extra as to bring you flowers. When Nick is needing repairs or has problems, he as trouble just getting Jay to leave his side for a second, unless he asks Jay to grab something. Jay is more than capable to help or fix Nick, but that isnt always needed, and sometimes Nick isn’t even hurt, Jay is just kinda overreacting and making absolutely sure there isnt a single thing wrong. He is very well with robots and animals too, he treats them just the same and he frequently takes home injured animals and goes the extra mile rehabilitating them and finding the best place to release them when they’re healthy again. 
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tiberivs · 6 years
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maybe a fic with javid ft. Medda as Jack's mother figure, if that's smth u can vibe w/???
that is most certainly something i vibe with thank u sm!!!!! just some hcs to point out beforehand:
medda just adopts/fosters any kid she lays eyes on. she’s adopted jack, race, specs, and smalls.
jack was adopted by medda when he was 13 and calls her mama bc she’s the closest thing he’s had to a mother in a really long time
jack kelly is latino and u can pry that from my cold, dead hands
Jack is absolutely floating when he comes home. He has a dumb grin on his face and rosy cheeks as he waltzes into the kitchen. He walks right past Medda and goes into the fridge to grab himself a Pepsi, humming to himself.
Medda, standing at the stove, scoffs in mock offense. “James Miguel Kelly, don’t I get a kiss?” she demands. He smiles and passes her again, this time stopping to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. “Hey, Mama,” he greets before sitting at the counter across from her, cracking open his drink.
“Hi, baby,” she replies, now smiling. “You have a good day at school?”
“You could say that,” he says, resting his chin in his hand. He smiles dreamily, staring down at the countertop.
Medda raises her eyebrow, smiling wider. “Somethin’ special happen?”
He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I guess you could say he was ‘special’…”
She laughs to herself, stirring the pot of sauce on the stove. “Oh, so this is about a boy, huh?”
Jack’s eyes light up. “Not just ‘a boy,’ Mama. His name’s David. He’s new, just moved here. His sister’s in my math class, so I helped her out and showed her around. She introduced me to him, we got to talkin’ and…” He pauses and sighs, looking for the right words to describe him. “He’s just… he’s perfect. Smart, witty, not too bad on the eyes.”
“Sounds like someone’s in loooove,” comes a voice from behind him. Jack just rolls his eyes as Race sits down next to him, popping a gum bubble loudly.
“And I didn’t ask you,” he replies, shoving his arm playfully.
“Well it’s true. Everyone knows you fall in love at least once a week.”
“That ain’t true!”
Medda hums. “I dunno, maybe your brother’s right. You get crushes at the drop of a hat.”
Jack turns to her and scoffs. “Mama, I thought you were on my side! Anyways, this is- this is different, okay? I think I actually might have a chance with Davey.”
“That’s what you said about the last boy,” Race teases and Jack lifts his hand up as if to backhand him.
“Alright, alright, Antonio. Leave my little lovesick baby alone. Go set the table, will you, sweetheart?”
Jack starts spending a lot more time around Davey, desperate to get closer to him. He hangs out with him at lunch, joking and laughing loudly as the quieter boy politely laughs at his dumb jokes. Jack loves his smile. It’s pretty- warm, but a little nervous. His teeth are straight and perfect. Jack bets he brushes three times a day. Probably flosses too, the nerd.
Jack invites Davey over a lot to do homework with him and get help studying, but usually they end up watching a movie together. Smalls spies on them and gives Jack a thumbs up whenever he glances over at her. He just rolls his eyes while inching ever so closer to Davey.
Eventually, Jack gets the nerve to actually ask him out on an official date. His face turns pink and he stutters his way through asking him to go to the aquarium with him, but he’s elated when Davey actually says yes. As soon as Jack gets home, he immediately runs to find Medda.
“Mama!” he yells, socks sliding on the hardwood floor as he finds her in the living room. “What do I wear on a date?”
Medda ushers Jack to his room, picking out a nice blue button up– “Blue brings out those beautiful eyes, honey.”– and a pair of jeans for him to wear, all the while excitedly squealing that her “baby’s going on a date.”
“I can’t believe it either, to be honest…” he sighs, looking in the mirror as Medda holds the shirt up to his chest. “Davey’s too good for me.”
“Jack, don’t you say that,” she scolds. “You’re a lovely boy and you’re just as good as any boy out there. You can’t beat yourself up like that, baby.” Her hands are on his shoulders and she gives them a reassuring squeeze. He smiles shyly and looks down. “Thanks, Mama…”
Three months go by, and Jack swears he’s in heaven. He still can’t believe he’s dating David Jacobs. Every time he looks into his wide green-brown eyes, he melts. Every time he goes on a tangent about a book he read or a lizard he learned about, Jack tries listening, but can’t help think about how he got so lucky.
Then they fight.
Jack doesn’t know how it happens. One second, they’re talking in Davey’s car in front of Jack’s house. The next, Davey is speeding away, leaving Jack standing on his porch step in confusion and anger. He just goes inside, immediately getting in bed and screaming into his pillow.
The next day, Saturday, Jack texts Davey. And texts him again. And again. I’m sorry. Please talk to me. Can we please talk. Davey I’m sorry. His calls go straight to voicemail. Jack doesn’t let himself cry, though. He should have seen this coming all along. He just carries on with his day, but visibly deflated. And Medda takes note.
Jack’s in the den playing video games when Medda comes in, taking the remote from his hands and pausing the game. Jack just looks up at her, defeated, and she sits next to him.
“Honey, you can’t just spend all day moping.”
“I ain’t moping,” he grumbles.
“Well, something happened. Talk to me about it.”
And then he cries. Medda envelops the boy in his arms, sighing and rubbing his back. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay…” she says softly as he buries his face in her shoulder.
“I really messed up, Mama,” he croaks. “Davey won’t even talk to me. I dunno what to do. I told him I’m sorry who knows how many times.”
“Maybe he needs to hear more than just sorry,” she suggests, rocking slightly. “If I were you, I’d march right on over to that boy’s house and let him know just how much you love him.”
Jack laughs, sniffling. “I dunno if that’s gonna work…”
“Well have you tried?” Jack just stays silent, and Medda nods. “Thought so. If you really love someone, you do whatever it takes to make sure they know that. Even if you look crazy. You gotta be willing to take that risk.”
He looks up at her, smiling. “Thanks Mama.”
That evening, Jack takes a risk. He stands outside of Davey’s apartment and starts throwing pebbles at his bedroom window until he sees someone move behind the curtains. They part to reveal Davey, looking equal parts upset and confused. Jack smiles nervously and gestures for him to come downstairs. Davey hesitates, but he disappears from the window and soon after he opens the door and stands at the top of the stairs.
“Jack, what the hell are you doing here?” he asks exasperated.
“Davey,” Jack says breathlessly. “I… I know you don’t wanna hear it. But I’m sorry. I’d never try to hurt you, okay? ‘Cause I…” he laughs nervously and shrugs. “‘Cause I love you. I love you. And I need you to know that. So I came here to make sure you do. And I ain’t going anywhere ‘til you understand that, you got it?”
Davey smiles after a moment, walking down the steps and quickly pulling Jack into a hug. He buries his nose into Jack’s hair and sighs. “…I love you, too,” he says shyly. “You’re a jerk sometimes, but I love you, too.” Jack laughs, face buried in the boy’s neck.
Thank God for a mother’s intuition.
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mark tuan » better. much better.
i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on Tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or gifs, however i do take credit for writing these stories.
mark | jaebum | jinyoung | jackson | youngjae | bambam | yugyeom
title - better. much better. prompt - “we've had this tradition as besties to have a sleepover once a year but ths year... it feels different... were your pajamas always this cute?? did I always have butterflies???” pairing: mark tuan/fem!reader tags - hella fluff cause it's what I do, kissing, hickies, friends-to-lovers, angst I guess?? JFC just read it. pls be nice bc im soft af, who doesn't love frazier, and forgetting sarah marshall coME ON, ask me about me weiner, sry not sry word count - 3,012 words author's note - this is one of the longest oneshots i've ever written, it's just barely over three thousand words I know I'm weak I'm sORRY. enjoy!
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Four years. Four years was how long you'd gone without seeing your best friend. Four years since he moved to South Korea from his home in Los Angeles to become a trainee under the JYP Ent. corporation and become an idol. Four years since you two last hugged, last physically saw or touched each other face to face.
But more importantly, four years since you'd had your annual best friend sleepover.
On those nights for the first two years, the third weekend in the month of July, you two would FaceTime and Skype as much as you could, with Mark's apologies that he couldn't be there, and you two just talking and catching up. However these past two years, he never called. And when you would attempt to get in touch with him, he'd either be too busy with schedules to pick up, or too tired to answer.
Either way, you got nothing.
Sure, he'd text you an 'I'm sorry,' but after that and a few hours of messages, you wouldn't hear anything. And it's not like he didn't care.  He was busy -- and you understood that. And as that third weekend in July began to come up, you weren't surprised to hear your phone ding while you were in the middle of grocery shopping. However what you were surprised to see was that it was a text message from Mark.
I have a surprise for you, (Y/N)~
Your brows furrowed in confusion, sending a quick message back before you began to pile your groceries onto an aisle's conveyor belt so you could pay and go home.
You somehow managed to get me a date with Gong Yoo? Ooh, no! Wait, let me guess, Park Hyung Sik?
A small smile graced your features and you had to remind yourself that he was your best friend. Your best friend who you totally weren't crushing on at all. You planned to tell him before he left for Korea, but considering it was so sudden, you hadn't mustered up the courage when his parents drove you both to the airport so you could say goodbye to him with them.
His parents shipped you two more than all of the Aghases in the world shipped MarkBam. His mother would constantly ask you when you would be giving her grand children, when you two were going to finally get together, it was rather endearing, but it always had to come to a stop when you realized you couldn't actually do that. Because you didn't want to fuck things up in the end. The only thing it did was get your hopes up.
You didn't tell him because you didn't want him to feel like he had obligations to you. Because you wanted him to go live his life and enjoy it without worrying about you. Because you didn't want to fuck up the one good friendship you'd had since you guys were four years old. Because you were scared of the rejection you knew you'd face.
You pulled out your money and paid for your groceries, giving a small smile to the bag boy and told him to have a nice day, before rolling the cart out to your vehicle. It was dark outside, very dark, it was almost ten at night, but you had gotten caught up late at work so you had a late start getting groceries. After you got all of them in, you got in your car and put on your seatbelt, starting the engine.
And there goes your phone again, dinging from where it sat in the passenger seat.
Better. Much better.
Ominous. Very, very ominous. You didn't know whether to be excited or scared. Regardless, you put your phone back down after replying and began your drive home.
You're scaring me, Tuan. Should I be worried?
Your phone dinged once more as you were driving, but given that you can barely walk and chew gum at the same time, it wasn't wise to try and read a text message while piloting a huge piece of machinery. As you pulled into your driveway, you picked up your phone, killing the engine.
However, just as you were about to reply, a FaceTime request with Mark popped up. You tilted your head slightly in confusion but clicked accept.
"(Y/N)! Are you ready to see your surprise?"
You could barely see him apart from the streetlights on the small screen of your phone, and his did little to illuminate his own face.
"I'm a little nervous... But su-"
The reason you didn't finish your sentence was because you let out an earth shattering scream.
Because there was a knock at your window, which startled you. And peering closer, you saw that none other than your best friend, Mark Yi En Tuan was the one knocking on said window.
It took you a good few minutes to process it. But then you were ecstatic. You threw open the car door, at risk of ripping it off it's hinges, and you embraced Mark in the biggest and tightest hug you ever thought imaginable. You buried your face in his neck, small squeals of surprise and happiness overtaking you as he lifted you off the ground and spun you a bit, hugging you just as tight as you did him.
And you felt your heart ache a little when you two parted.
"What the hell are you doing here?! I thought you were still waiting for your comeback in Korea?"
A beautiful smile graced his face. "This tour is spread to the U.S. as well, and our second concert is in a few days here in L.A."
Your eyes grew rather big as you thought it over. "So does that mean... d-does that mean we can have our amazing spectacular best friend sleep over this year?"
Mark gestured to a miniature suitcase that was on the ground next to him that you assumed had clothes and other necessities in it.
"Yes. This means we can have our amazing spectacular best friend sleep over that I've missed the past four years."
~*~*~*~*~
Mark helped you bring in the groceries and you put them away while he got changed into his pajamas for the night. You couldn't believe this... Your best friend after four years finally comes back -- he remembered and he didn't forget about you and it made your heart swell with contentment. After putting away the groceries, you pulled out a few bags of popcorn and set them in the microwave one by one, filling the huge bowl you had stuffed away in storage, used only once a year at the sleepover. It definitely was dusty, but a good wash had it clean in no time.
You hadn't heard Mark walk in until he came over and rested his chin on your shoulder, a small gesture that you had completely forgotten about and it made you jump slightly. "Popcorn smells good." Mark commented, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, trying to warm them up since externally you were freezing.
However having him this close, with how much he'd grown up and how long you'd been apart, was making your cheeks warm in no time.
"Would you mind watching it for a minute? I'm gonna go change." You told him and he nodded, rubbing your back in a small departure gesture before you scampered off to your room to go change.
This kid was gonna be the death of you eventually.
You decided on a pair of black shorts and a white tank top with a pair of fuzzy grey socks, appropriate sleep over attire, making sure nothing important was on display before you walked out to see him pouring the last of the popcorn in the bowl, filling it to the brim.
You watched him as he did it. He certainly had matured from the awkward, cute kid you knew him as... He had gotten much taller, and thankfully they had let his brown hair live to see another day. It was slightly long, not too much, and his skin was tanner though only by a little. His shoulders were more broad, his shirt leaving little to the imagination as it clung to his body. He wasn't muscular, but lean -- and the veins in his forearms were definitely not helping with your act of playing cool around him.
"(Y/N)?"
You snapped out of your daze, just in time to see him throwing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth, sucking off the butter and salt from his fingers and dear god that wasn't helping. You tried to ignore the smirk on his face, walking up to him and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn for yourself. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a few sodas and walked out to the living room, setting down the sodas on the entertainment center before going to pull out the futon.
"So-" Mark began, putting down the popcorn and nudging you aside so he could do it for you -- though not that you were complaining, it gave you ample time to lowkey watch his physique. "What are we watching tonight?" He said with slight strain to his voice as he pulled it out, grabbing the pillows off the floor and tossed them on the bed, plopping down with the bowl of popcorn in hands.
"Well, as much as I wish to torture you with romance films and chick flicks-" you started, sitting up at the far right corner of the bed, grabbing the blanket as you were cold, "I think I need a few laughs. You up for a comedy?" You asked and he grinned brightly. "When am I ever not up for comedy?"
You two ended up watching White Chicks, followed by Anchor Man, and then binged on a few episodes of Fraizer. You missed it. Laughing with him until your sides hurt, throwing popcorn at one another, poking each other randomly just because -- you missed the friendship, the closeness, you missed him. God, it'd been four years since you'd seen him and it felt good to laugh out the frustration you had the past few years without him.
"(Y/N)? Wanna play a game?"
This caught your attention. Games with Mark were dangerous.. Mainly due to the fact that it was typically truth or dare, and the last time you played that with Mark you nearly broke your ankle after running around outside in nothing but a BatMan onsie, yelling "ASK ME ABOUT MY WEINER" at four in the morning four a solid minute.
That was when you were thirteen and ''Forgetting Sarah Marshall'' was the shit.
But for some reason, you always agreed.
And here you were, six truths in from either side, and two dares from his side. You found out what kind of girls he dated in Korea if any, he found out that you watched the same K-Dramas Yugyeom did. They were all normal and not as mean as you knew Mark out to be in these types of games.
Which was suspicious as all hell.
"Alright, Mark. Truth or dare?" You had an overly dramatic tone to your voice, and he chuckled lowly, his eyes never leaving yours from where he sat on the opposite side of the bed before answering just as dramatically. "Dare."
Well that was a change.
You thought for a minute before a small smirk came over your face. He'd been playing with you all night, at least it felt that way in your head, with lingering stares and touches, so now it was time for a little teasing in return.
"Mr. Tuan, I dare you to tell me your kinks."
Mark pinked sightly, but brushed it off easily. "And here I thought you were going hard on me-" he laughed and you thought you'd caught a glimpse of silver, but you just nudged it away as he responded.
"Well, it's definitely been a while...Almost too long since I've gotten any with schedules. But my kinks definitely revolve around," Mark licked his lips and you saw it. The two silver barbells just underneath his tongue. "Using my tongue." Fuck, if that didn't have your panties flooded by now, you didn't know what else would. You often imagined what it'd be like to kiss Mark, but after seeing those it brought a whole new perspective into light.
You shook your head slightly, running a hand through your hair. "Y-Your t-turn."
Mark pretended to think for a minute before biting his lower lip, looking down at you. "Dare or Dare?" You scoffed, "it's truth or dare!" You protested and he shook his head. "No, you've been picking truths all this time! Come on, (Y/N) live a little!"
With a groan, you planted your face into your palms. "Fine, dare." You grumbled.
"I dare you to give me a hickey."
Your head shot up, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
"I-I beg your p-pardon?"
"Give."
"Me."
"A hickey."
"You know, those marks you leave on someone's neck or chest or hi-"
You squeaked at his teasing words, scrambling to shove your hands over his mouth. "H-Hey, I know what it is! I don't need an explanation!" You yelled and he laughed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you fully to sit on his lap, your legs wrapped around his hips and your faces dangerously close.
"If you're not comfortable, we don't ha-"
Mustering up what little courage you had, you cut him off mid sentence.
"I'll do it."
That certainly got his attention. A big smirk spread across his face, and he bit his lip before slightly lifting his head so you got more access. "Do your worst, (Y/N)." And you were more than happy to. All the teasing from his end was about to get handed back to him, and you couldn't be more enthralled.
So, you got to work. You made little kitten licks up the side of his jugular, blowing cool air on his skin to which you saw goosebumps forming already. You placed a small open-mouthed kiss just at his pulse point, feeling him shudder and he could feel you smile against his skin as he gripped your thighs slightly.
"Someone's enjoying themselves."
He scoffed, "don't make me laugh, (Y/N)-"
To cut him off, you bit down into the skin, just hard enough to get his attention, you sucked lightly at the skin until a small red and purple mark formed, and you pulled back after a small kiss of apology to the blooming bruise on his neck. He was breathing heavy, his lower lip worried in between his teeth so badly you were fearing he'd draw blood. He wouldn't let go of your thighs either, his grip having hardened throughout the ordeal.
"Are you satis-"
Then he attacked. His lips clashed with yours, one hand moving up from grabbing at your thighs to grip the back of your neck, pushing your lips closer together if that was even possible, the other still massaging his own set of bruises into your thigh. He lightly pushed you down towards the bed, and you felt two small, cold steel balls at your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
He had his tongue pierced, as you previously suspected. That was fucking hot.
You allowed him entrance, and the two of you kissed languidly, your hands curling in his hair and when you pulled away, he was still chasing your lips for more. His hands were halfway up your shirt, dancing along your ribs and pulling it up but not all the way to where you'd be entirely exposed to him.
"D-Does this m-mean that-"
"Yes, (Y/N), it means I like you back. And it also means I'd very much like to stop being your best friend and start being your boyfriend."
A small flush of pink dusts your cheeks as you looked up at him in awe. "You knew I liked you? All this time?"
He smiled brightly, a small laugh leaving his throat. "I had the suspicion when I left for Korea. You only confirmed it just now with that hickey. No person I know would give their best friends a hickey that well if they were just best friends-" He brushed a strand of hair away from your face. You sighed, opening your mouth to make a smart ass retort when he leaned down and gave you another kiss that took your breath away in seconds.
He let his lips trail further until they were at the top of your sternum, just between your breasts and he sucked a dark mark into the skin, doing the same to the spot where your neck met your shoulder. Oh, your friends were never going to let you live that down. But then again, you were almost positive that you didn't mind it with how he was making you feel right now. It blew your mind to think that your best friend of so long could make a fire erupt in the pit of your stomach in mere seconds.
However, he stopped and pulled back, a concerned look on his face. "So is that a yes?"
With a huge grin, you nodded in response.
"But that makes me better than Gong Yoo and Park Hyung Sik, right?"
With a chortle, you rolled the two of you over so you were straddling his waist, you leaned down and kissed him sensually, your knew-found knowledge of making out servicing you well. When you pulled away, you dismissed his worries.
"You're better. Much better."
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Don’t I Know You From Somewhere?
PD 101 / YH's Justin X Reader [ fem ] 
part two Fluff Word count: 2571 • you're an idol, Justin is your #1 fan • you meet him at a fansign and tbh he's adorbs so you're hella heart eyes for him ;) • soMehow you land the spot as a guest mentor for PD101 S2 even tho ur like young ( okay I'm sorry anon I had to, it isn't part of the original request but...a bit more of Justin fluff never hurts anyone....right? ) omfg, I love love love love love Justin ?? And my Yuehua boys ?? Yes ?? Bless them ?? Freaking adorable Euiwoong and Hyungseob and Jonghyun was a judge hoW CUTE gOD BLESS anyways, hope you like this anon, even if I modified it a little ok but am i the only one who goes soft for China line im so soft for Jung Jung. I love Jung Jung so much. might make a part two for this as well as • Crushing On You - Kang Daniel drop me feedback - admin L __________ Justin could barely contain his excitement as he clutched tightly onto his copy of your second mini album, shuffling in his spot in the queue. The entire venue was packed, fans buzzed with joy and the energy in the atmosphere was insane. Today was the day that Justin had waited for his entire life as a fan of yours. Today was the day of your fansign. When your fansign was announced, he screamed so loudly the whole Yuehua building trembled. Then, he proceeded to beg his manager to allow him to go. It was tough since he was set to participate in the survival show, Produce 101 a few weeks after but he sweet talked his way through. Once he got the 'okay' from his company, he managed to wrangle his best friend and fellow trainee, Zheng Ting to accompany him. Zheng Ting now stood behind Justin with pink cheeks, mildly embarrassed by his best friend's enthusiasm. I suppose it shows how dedicated of a fan he is.....He spent ages picking out his outfit today. I bet that's his $500 Star Wars shirt he was going to save for Produce 101. Justin even visited the salon to re-dye his hair for today. Oh my god. Zheng Ting was downplaying his own elation for his own sanity's benefit. Sure, he wanted to meet such a great inspiration to him but he wasn't a super die hard fan like Justin. Zheng Ting knew that Justin could practically chemically combust from all his zest, his grin was so wide it was sure to hurt. Oblivious to all the judgmental glares from Zheng Ting, Justin continued to keep his exhilaration levels high. His legs couldn't seem to stay still or root him to the floor properly. Even with his height, he still tip-toed to get a better look at you above the crowd. He sighed dreamily when he caught sight of your hair. Oh my god, Y/N looks so pretty today. She's the perfect idol. There's so much to learn from her. I wish she would look at me. Is this love? The expression on his face was so sheepish and dreamy, Zheng Ting nearly slapped him. "Yah, Justin! Wake up! The line is moving," he hissed. It was entertaining to see the maknae so incredibly spellbound by someone. 
The snaking queue moved listlessly and Justin's patience was running thin. To fuel his energy into something else so that he won't be all jittery, he combed through your photo cards that were included in your mini album, taking them out and reassembling them multiple times. People around him stared at him like he was a lunatic but really, he couldn't care less. Justin clamped a hand over his mouth to cover his yawn, he secretly regretted waking up at the crack of dawn, forcing Zheng Ting to drive them an hour out to the venue at five am and sitting in the queue since seven am. He was lucky he managed to sneak in breakfast and breath mints. Dedications of a fan. He huffed and shuffled along as the line gradually started to move. At least he was getting close to you. ... "Hello, Y/N. How was today's fansign? Everything okay?" Your manager asked, scribbling whatever feedback there was from other staff on her notepad. "Hmm, it went well. Thank you for arranging it. I was happy to be there. But right now, I want to sleep," you admitted with a small groan. Thankfully, your manager was an understanding and kind one, you two got along super well much to everyone's surprise. She laughed and nodded, telling the driver to speed up a little. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll wake you when we reach." Truthfully, you were exhausted but your mind was plagued with thoughts of that handsome blonde fanboy at the fansign. His happiness was infectious, it put a smile on your face when you admired how his curls bounced with that skip in his step. You managed to catch his name, Justin, and you remembered exactly what had happened. It was rare you remembered everything word for word but something compelled you to. He had politely waited until the previous fan had stepped off the stage then, practically dashed up the stairs two at a time. He had run a hand through his curls before blurting out an excited 'Hello!' and bowing, nearly bumping his head on the table. As if he was ashamed, he used his right hand to cover his mouth and the other to pass you his bag of gifts and album. You had asked for his name which he gladly revealed. "I'm Justin." He beamed, revealing perfect pearly whites. "Well, thank you for the letter and the gifts Justin," you had said, shooting him your best cover-worthy smile. Justin couldn't be that much older than you. "You're very handsome." His face had turned beet red and he managed to stammer out a reply before nearly tripping on his way down from the stage. He was the most put together mess of a boy you had ever seen and somehow, you were attracted. It was rare you had male fans your age, cute ones at that. But, he was just fan, a face in the crowd you would have to force yourself to forget. You let out an irritated sigh, wishing it didn't need to be limited by its circumstances. Oh why, why couldn't I have gotten Justin's number or something? All I have is a name and a face I would hate to let go. It was safe to say sleep didn't come easy that night despite how worn out you were by the day's activities. You tossed and turned in your blanket, unable to block that blonde boy from your mind. Maybe it did you a favour by lulling you into a deep sleep and as creepy as it sounds, a dream of him. ... Justin was partially gone from your mind a month later but this morning, you could barely keep your eyes open as stylists bustled about, brushing your hair and whatnot, so once again, you found yourself thinking about him. You wondered what he was up to. Perhaps he was leading a normal teenage life. Going to school. Hanging out at the mall with his friends. All the regular, domestic things. A part of you was envious if he indeed had that kind of lifestyle. Today is going to be sooooo tiring. I just hope nothing terrible happens. Today was the day you were guesting on the survival show, Produce 101 Season 2. A few of your friends had participated in season 1 but so far, you hadn't heard from anyone about the second season. It was only the first week anyway, only one episode had aired but you were too busy to even watch teasers of it. Your role was simple, throughout the next week, you were going to support and supposedly mentor a couple of lower ranked teams as they prepared for their stages. It was a good opportunity for exposure and to make new friends. From what you had seen - or lack of since your van had pulled up to the location at six in the morning - all the contestants seemed to be pleasant. The plan was that you were surprising them with a wakeup call and a special buffet breakfast. ( bc i must feed my boys that's why let me live ) You hoped the directors knew what they were doing. "Y/N? Y/N." Manager unnie's voice shook you from your nap, you blinked bleary-eyed at her. She patted your head and helped you to your feet. "Go wash your face or something. Filming will begin soon." You complied, glad that the long-lasting stage makeup was sealed with a waterproof spray. After refreshing, you swiftly changed into your shooting outfit and followed a bunch of crew members to the dining hall. There, another team was busily preparing the surprise breakfast, probably the most the boys were allowed to eat. ( let them eat properly pls ) You stifled laughs when your mini album blasted through the speakers as an alarm. It could become pretty hilarious to hear your own music in public. When the main director signalled your cue, you raised the microphone - which was connected to the speakers - to your lips and delivered the message in a sickeningly sugary voice. "Good morning to all the gorgeous Produce 101 Season 2 contestants. This is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination. I repeat this is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination." The last part was a lie. No one would be going home on your watch. ... Oh my god. Is that Y/N's voice? Is that her album? How sweet of her to appear in my dreams. "Justin! Justin! Wake up!" What? Why is she calling me? A pillow smacked his face. "Yah! Justin! Wake up!" Justin shot up, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. He blinked at his roommates. "Why? What is it?" They didn't need to reply as the announcement sounded again. "Attention all Produce 101 Season 2 contestants, good morning! This is not a drill, please assemble in the dining hall in twenty minutes. Failure to comply will result in elimination." His jaw dropped, almost hitting the bottom bunk. "Is-is-is that Y-Y/N sunbaenim?" He stuttered out his question. "Yes! So that is why we need to hurry!" That was all it took. He washed up in a matter of twenty seconds and changed into his best outfit in five. Justin grabbed his training things out of his suitcase and bolted to the dining hall as fast as his legs would carry him, his roommates trailing behind. He needed to see with his own two eyes that it was really you. It was so crowded he was already pushed back to the end of the crowd. Somehow, Euiwoong and Seunghyuk found him, they called for Hyungseob and Zheng Ting to come over. "Is it her? Is it really Y/N?" He asked, lips trembling. Zheng Ting nodded, star-struck. Euiwoong had to hold Justin up to prevent his legs from giving way. He almost started sobbing. Does she remember me? I hope she does. He thought hopefully before sighing in realisation. No, there's no way she would have remembered someone as insignificant as me. Once everyone had arrived, you introduced yourself and explained your arrival. There were yells of jubilation and cheers. Some of the boy's jaws hung open and they had a hand over their mouths. It made you smile and amp up. Justin listened in awe to your motivational speech, he was in a daze the whole time as his friends led him to their usual table. Then, he noticed you were walking around and greeting some of the other boys. He scrambled to grab Euiwoong's arm across the table, almost making his hyung topple his tray of food. "Yah! Justin, are you okay?" Euiwoong was puzzled by his sudden behaviour. Justin frantically shot questions at him. "Is my hair okay?" "Do I smell good?" "How does my sweater look? Cute enough?" Euiwoong rolled his eyes and spooned some rice into Justin's mouth to make him shut up. "You look fine. I bet everyone else is worried about their appearance too. Full offence, these uniforms look awful," he said in a hushed tone. Justin fussed with his hair even more. Meanwhile, you too grabbed a tray and marched around the dining hall with your manager by your side, scanning for a place to sit. Suddenly, you spotted a familiar tuft of blonde hair. Justin? Oh my god, Y/N! Stop being delusional. Stop relating everything back to that......... fan. But your pace quickened as you approached his table, partially because he reminded you a lot of your long time crush who you would most likely never see again. As you neared, his face became more clear and you gasped. Even though the first and supposedly last time you saw him was a month ago, you still could recall what his face looked like. There was no mistaking that this trainee was Justin. Is the boy sitting next to him Zheng Ting? I met him too. It was cute to see Justin brushing his hair repeatedly with his hands. He whined when it still stuck out in different directions, the other participants sitting next to him only made fun of him. Should I address them formally? Are we friends? What if he is older than me? How do I call him? Oh my god, I don't want to be rude. These thoughts filled your head as you drew closer, palms growing all the more clammy. 'Oppa' isn't rude right? ( lmao guys this is such a koreaboo thing for me to add in my works but tbh i just didn't want to sound rude ??? and more realistic, not so Americanised but pls tell me what I should do. I don't want to offend anyone out here ) Should I call him that? I bet Zheng Ting is older though? What if I offend them? Do you want to sit with them or not? Another voice piped up. Yes, but- Just go! It gave you a push which pulled yourself together. Like the confident idol you are, you strutted up to the Yuehua boy's table, showing off your perfectly sculpted legs in the process, and tapped Justin on the shoulder. He spun round to face you and when he realised it was you, his jaw hung open and large eyes grew bigger. "Hi, Justin oppa, do you remember me?" You asked, beaming brightly. Justin was so shocked he couldn't form a coherent sentence. "The world would end if Justin forgot who Y/N is. He is your number one fan. Believe me, his wall in our dorm back at the company is filled with your posters. If-" Seunghyuk was abruptly cut off with a desperate yell from Justin. Zheng Ting shoved another spoonful of rice into his maknae's mouth. "You haven't eaten a thing on your tray." "Hello, Jung Jung oppa, I believe we met too." You bowed out of respect and Justin nearly fell on his knees. "Ahh, it's okay! Sunbaenim!" Gesturing to your tray, you asked if you could sit with them for breakfast. Seunghyuk moved over to sit next to Hyungseob which created a space next to Justin. The boy went red when you slid into the seat next to him, accidentally bumping his arm. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" You exclaimed but he assured you he was fine. Regardless, you grabbed his arm and ran your hand over it. "Are you sure? You can't get hurt!" He couldn't even utter words. Should I? Whatever, I should. You took his arm and slung it over your shoulders before turning back to him, a sultry ( keep it PG you're both kids ) smile on your lips. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Justin cleared his throat and suddenly adopted a blank expression. "My girlfriend is here today." No...... He held up his - well Euiwoong's pocket mirror - to your face. You burst into a fit of giggles. "Nice one, Justin. I knew I could recognise you." Sigh, let's see what happens during this short time of filming. ( this is so bittersweet i’m sorry )
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lolbtsaus · 7 years
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Jungkook’s Affection
After hearing all the news today, I’m just so so sorry to anyone and everyone affected, I really hope everyone’s okay or will be okay and hopefully some fluff will cheer you up bc this is why I love fluff, it’s something to make your mood better, even if it’s only for a few minutes!! Now it’s time for the second half of the Busan line, our amazing maknae who was so fucking cute in the Home Party live, he’s always cute but that was just that was some good shit man how are all of the Jungkook stans doing, Jeon Jungkook aka kookie
Just a quick explanation of this since it’s pretty self explanatory, this is just gonna be a post about I think the boys would cuddle/hug, their PDA levels, etc.
Sweetest boyfriend
Who initiates the affection is a 50/50 chance, sometimes it’ll be him, sometimes it’s you but he’s actually pretty affectionate he’s a bit of a cuddle bug
Playful troublemaker
Teases you 25/8 in the most loving, playful way possible
It seems like the more comfortable he is with someone, the more he’ll tease them, like the boys have said that when they first met him he was so shy and now he’s forever imitating them and teasing them and it’s so obvious he loves them
Goes to tease you about being in love with him but then realizes he’s just as in love
“Lol someone has a crush”
“We’ve been together for three years”
Will make faces at you whenever you look at him
Asks you to tie his tie regardless of if he knows how to tie it or not, just so he can see how flustered you get when he’s so close and is acting all romantic
Will playfully lean away when you go to kiss him afterwards
Absolutely 100% will let you play with his hair and probably falls asleep when you do it
The boys/camera crew have documented it quite a few times but when he’s asleep, not much can disturb him
So you could very easily squish his cheeks, you could play with his hair, you could give him lil kisses on his cute face, you could cuddle up to him and take a nap with him that’s a r e a l l y good option bc he’s super warm
He’s s o ideal for cuddling don’t even get me started
He’s all broad and tall and probably so fucking warm and his cologne is probably amazing and cuddling him is just so pleasant
He’s a spooner for the main part, he’s definitely big spoon judging by his love for back hugs, also gotta mention the one Taekook moment in Bon Voyage where kook gets in Tae’s bunk and automatically lays on his side and puts his arm around him like that’s top quality spooning material
But he also really really loves it when you have your head on his chest bc he can play with your hair or rub your back or kiss your forehead 
The two are for sure the most common but there are certain days where he’d prefer to rest his head on your chest or just have you hold him really tight
Days where so many things have gone wrong, days where he’s either leaving for tour or just coming back, days where he just really really missed you, etc.
Also if you ask him to, he will be v v happy to sing you a song to help you fall asleep (just picture that for a moment)
Pillow talk is super playful but also really sweet??
Like he has his moments where he gets really close to your face and just makes a weird face to make you laugh but then he’ll kiss your nose really softly when you do laugh 
Tbh, making you laugh is one of his biggest goals in general, he loves making people laugh so seeing you laugh and smile and just be happy around him is one of his favorite things about the relationship
His hugs are equally as amazing
As I mentioned earlier, kook has such a love for back hugs and it’s so fucking cute
There are literally entire videos dedicated to kook and his back hugs, he loves them so much and I’m so here for that I mean his back hugs look amazing
Sometimes he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder or lay his head on it, sometimes he’ll sway the two of you all slow, sometimes he’ll wiggle you or play with your hands, it all depends on his mood 
But he’s also super okay with being back hugged, I mentioned it in Tae’s post but I gotta bring it back up here bc it’s so fucking precious, there have been a couple time where Tae has latched on kook and they just waddle around together
Will probably, at one point or another, hum the Titanic song while one of you is back hugging the other
He kinda always has that habit of putting his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head (if it’s at a comfortable reach and he doesn’t have to stretch too far) whenever he hugs you
He won’t say much during the longer hugs, he’ll just close his eyes and relax in your arms and he’ll get a lil smile when he notices you’re wearing the perfume/cologne he bought for you and it’s all very peaceful and relaxing and it’s one of those moments where you both feel really safe and warm and you wish those hugs could last forever
Also has a habit of leaning his arm on your shoulder whenever he stands next to you tbh, doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller (but he’s okay with you doing the same to him) if he doesn’t back hug you that is
Very soft kisses, always
In the beginning of the relationship, his kisses are a lot shier, a lot quicker a lot more “mission abort missION ABORT” but the longer you two are together, the more confident he gets with everything but especially kissing
The super quick, shy kisses that you can barely acknowledge before they’re over turn into sweet kisses that take your breath away and make your mind just go blank the entire time he’s kissing you
His kisses are always really sweet but they get more and more playful as he gets more comfortable with kissing you and some of them are purely to make you laugh
Like sometimes they’re super super quick and it’s mainly to annoy you but then to make up for it, he’ll kiss your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and just all over until you’re laughing
But then he has the sweet kisses that are s o so so so love filled and passionate bc he’s a passionate lil bun and he’s almost always cupping your face, if he isn’t, his hands are on your waist to pull you super close or they’re in your hair, one or the other
He loves initiating kisses when you least expect it bc he loves the moment of shock before you kiss back, he loves the playful scolding, he loves all of it but if you ever do it to him, he’s gonna get so flustered
He’s not gonna know what to do, he’s just gonna squirm around and resist the urge to scream or squeal until his heart calms back down and tbh, it’s pretty amusing to watch
Forehead kisses are frequent, they’re his favorite but he also loves nose kisses
Forehead kisses are more of his way of silently saying “I love you” or “hey you’re cute” whereas nose kisses are more of a “you haven’t smiled in a few minutes let’s change that”
He’s more likely to hold your hand rather than intertwine your fingers together (even though he’s got n o t h i n g against the latter) .
He loves being able to give your palm lil squeezes or rub circles into the back of your hand when you’re nervous (and vice versa he would really appreciate that)
He’s more of a hugger, more of arm over the shoulders type of person so hand holding isn’t the most common show of affection but it’s still v v loved and he’s not gonna complain if you wanna hold his hand 
His favorite thing to do (when you aren’t in motion) is to have one of your hands in both of his and to toy with your fingers
His hands would be so warm and so gentle with yours it’s just so 10/10
Onto PDA levels
He’s one of the more shy members when it comes to PDA, especially at first
It’ll also depend on where you two are, if you’re with the boys, it’s pretty much the exact same as being alone bc kook’s so beyond comfortable with all of them that they’re family to him 
But if he’s in public and the boys aren’t there, it’s gonna be restricted to hand holding or very basic PDA bc he’s a shy bun at times
Like kissing is definitely private, quick hugs are a maybe (an occasional arm over the shoulder or around the waist is okay though) hand holding is a yes, playing around and teasing each other is a yes
D e fi nitely has a couple item but it’d be something really subtle, like a matching pair of earrings (since we all know the boys loves him some piercings and I’m so fucking for it I can’t stress it enough I love his piercings so much) or matching phone backgrounds, things that are lil and easy to miss bc then it’s more of an inside thing
Side note, speaking of phone backgrounds, he’s the type of boyfriend that takes your phone when you aren’t looking and takes a bunch of selfies at all the weird angles and then sets them as the background after changing his contact name to something like “best boyfriend in the world” or “cool dude” with the fucking sunglasses emoji and then the smirking emoji bc he’s just he’s a meme sometimes and I love him for it but don’t let him near your phone unless you want a hundred photos of him trying to pull a double chin and another ten photos of his dog
Jungkook’s affection is very playful but loving (just like him) it’s constant, it’s almost always about making you laugh/smile bc that’s one of his favorites, especially when it’s caused by him
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sfw-haikyuu-nsfw · 7 years
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Hi first off can I just say that I love love love your headcanons?? Bc i do!! Any who I was wondering if you could do sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for 3rd gym + Iwaizumi x a kinda big girl? Like not huge just chubby and kinda tall? Idk. I'd love it :)
It may have taken me awhile to write these, but I really enjoyed doing them! Because I freaking love headcanons! So thank you, Anon, for enjoying with them and giving me more to do!
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Bokuto Koutarou
He’d feel so secure standing next to her, because, like really, Bo’s a big guy, he’s usually afraid he’s gonna crush someone in the midst of delivering his affections. With her, while he still worries, he’s not quite a restricted about it.
Just means she’s getting the purest form of his love! The sudden hugs and gathering up in his arms, the rushed kisses to her face and neck when he becomes too infatuated with her, and those hands that always want to be touching some part of her at all times!
They probably both use each other as their personal pillows all the time, be it at school, out in public, or at home. Bokuto likes to lay on her tummy or her legs where she like to lie on his chest or his little tooshie, lol!
Akaashi Keiji
Just freaking loves gathering her in his arms from behind and laying his head on her shoulder. It’s probably his immediate comfort zone. Whenever he starts to feel stressed about school, volleyball, or something at home, he seeks her out and just curls up around her from behind.
Oh! In turn she probably adopted the habit from him and will often times find herself pressing her face into his back! It’s just so comforting to her even when she’s not upset.
Result, she’s - more times than not - the big spoon! Akaashi doesn’t mind in the slightest! He probably drags her leg over his side and spends his time idly messaging and drawing patterns into her soft thighs!
Kuroo Tetsurou
Freaking loves blowing raspberries wherever he can on this girl! She wore her hair up (or has short hair!) to reveal her neck: raspberry. She decided to wear a crop top while they were out shopping: raspberry. Her thighs are bare as she lays on his bed while they’re doing homework: freaking raspberries!
Almost always has her in his lap no matter where they are. His arms are wrapped around her middle or resting on her thighs, head against her shoulder as she rubs his scalp beneath that mop of hair. Just public cuddling, so much public cuddling.
Hell, he’ll even find himself in her lap sometimes, curling into her as she holds him tightly. His fingers dip into her flesh as they trail up her sides more than likely turning a cute moment into a chance for torture if she’s ticklish! (I can just imagine things getting out of hand and she accidentally smacks him! Omg! He brought it on himself!)
Tsukishima Kei
This kid is guaranteed always taking pictures of her and them together. Like, check his Instagram, it’s flooded with images (I will fight anyone on this!).
Ones where they’re side by side, cuddling, cheek kisses, maybe even just a shot of their linked hands on her thigh??? And then he’s got a TON of just her - most of which she’s probably not even aware he took - of her curled up on his bed, sleeping on his shoulder, or, oh! Those freaking adorable photos from behind with their hands together! Yup, that’s the stuff.
His favorite place for his hand is right on her waist. He might even prefer holding her there over holding her hand? Like, it just feels comfortable with her side pressed against him while his fingers can knead into the flesh of her waist there. Just yes.
Iwaizumi Hajime
Ooooh, I can picture then being the exact same height and it makes me way beyond happy! Tons of chaste and neck kisses and easy shoulder resting and prolonged eye contact that always makes Oikawa complain when he’s around them. (“I am here too, ya know?!!?!”)
Dude, this kid is all about flesh and how much of it he can get into his hands at one time (ps. It’s never enough!) and he just lives for his chubby girlfriend! So, she better tell him how comfortable she is with drawing attention to it, cause he’s always going to be helping himself otherwise!
Like, he’s a man of simple needs, really. Let the little hedgehog have his fill every now and then of that plush flesh! He’ll reward her, of course, he’s not a savage!
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Bokuto Koutarou
Okay, legit, this precious one gets so turned on by those plush legs around him. Like, pull him in with them and he’ll be putty in her hands without a doubt - plus he’ll be sporting a hardon before she even knows it!
Whether they’re around his head or waist, it doesn’t matter, boy will go to town on those thighs! Biting and kissing the flesh until he leaves mark and his hands are constantly gripping them throughout the entirety of the act.
Omg, ride him. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he wants to see her in at her beauty. If she gets on top and allows from his hands to grab freely at her hips, butt, and thighs, this boy will be in heaven (she’ll no doubt be able to make him scream as well!).
Akaashi Keiji
Remember how I said Akaashi’s comfort zone is cuddling from behind, it’s no different during the hot and heavy times either! Boy LOVES taking her from behind, his head pressed between her shoulder blades and his hands gripping at her hips.
Oooooh, reverse cowgirl is one he likes a lot too! Like, he gets to watch her ride him while his hands can freely grab at her bottom. And the way her back arches or her head falls back, omg, she’ll have him begging for more.
While he’s not one for leaving hi kids in places where everyone can see them, that doesn’t mean they’re not there. Her breasts and hips are littered with evidence of his teeth. During summer he’ll distract his mouth from leaving marks to eating her out, hands happy to be full of her thighs.
Kuroo Tetsurou
Boy just freaking loves going down on his girl. And he’ll take his time getting there like the freaking tease that he is. He’ll start at her neck, working there until he found that spot before starting down her body, making sure to give attention to each and every part of her.
Little shit will totally bypass her heat too, choosing instead to kiss around her hip and down her leg. He won’t actually give her the attention she wants until he’s finished coming back up the opposite leg, it doesn’t matter how much she demands of him.
He’s good at talking right? While he’s balls deep inside her, he’s got his lips at her ear telling her just how good she feels inside and how he wants those legs around him tighter. Oh, and he spends plenty of times just moaning as well. He’s just a man, he can’t always be in control.
Tsukishima Kei
Shit, I just imagined this kid recording and taking pictures of their illicit activities - all of which he uses as master nation material when she’s not around. Oooooh, and he’s probably always wanting to take pictures of her naked! Like he’s got provocative ones, sure, but also casual ones of her just walking around his room or something? (I got like this Renaissance Venus image stuck in my head when I think of those pictures! So freaking pretty!)
Oh my geez. Some slow electronic house music is playing quietly in the back and he fucks her to the beat, never speeding up or slowly down. All the while his hands and slowly working at her flesh (almost to the beat of the music) and, gosh, it probably lasts HOURS and it’s pure, beautiful torture! (I totally don’t fantasize about this all the freaking time guys… I do all the time.)
Lol, this kid probably loves lap dances too, yeah? (I mean, who doesn’t?) and he’s always totally stoked when those hips come sashaying up to him where he’s seated at his computer desk. It doesn’t take long for his hands to start wondering her body, fingers pressing into the flesh and watching intently how it dips below his finger. This boy is all about details, even in the sexy times.
Iwaizumi Hajime
Ahhhhh! Boy just wants to grab and grope and kiss and lick every single freaking part of her! When the clothes come off his animalistic instincts turn on and he’s all primal. Shit, man, he probably growls when he goes in to bite at her flesh or as his hands press her tighter to himself.
Sidenote: just because Iwaizumi is very rough and eager during sex does not mean he can’t flip it off when he wants to. She’s feeling like she needs comfort and deep loving? You bet your ass he’s taking things slow and full out body worshipping her because she deserves it! Those breast, that waist, her hips, and her thighs are all getting delicate attention while she just sits back and enjoys herself.
Doggy style is 11/10 on his list. Actually, he probably likes it better when he’s taking her from behind but her back is flush against his chest. Not only does this allow more skin-to-skin contact, but this lets his hands have a chance to grab at whatever part of her he fancies at the time (side note: it’s all of her!).
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alwaysinmyheartnct · 7 years
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prince!chenle au!!!
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a v amazing anon requested this and i got so excited to wrtie. thank you so much for the request darling xox also sorry it was really long :((( i kinda got carried away  - admin amy
- aight so chenle’s prolly a real playful prince who doesnt give a fuck about his duties
- like his father (the One and Only King) got chenle a tutor to teach him about current affairs and specifically told him what tiem to be at the royal library
- chenle never showed up LMAO
- he was found playing in a dandelion field with knight!renjun
- when his father heard his son’s mischief he was just like /sigh/ its ok we still have hope his older brother isnt a total doofus
- so they just give up on forcibly teaching chenle
- but not to worry!!! chenle is actually smart and knows 5 languages
- acts as his father’s emergency translator sometimes
- but messes up translations on purpose and gets forced to clean horse poop for a week
- anyways here’s where you come in
- so you’ve never really known what to do wiht your life but you knew you wanted to get an education
- but education is super expensive and ur parents were hesitant to send you to an educational institute
- so when you heard the royal castle was providing FREE education to all of its maids and servants with free accommodation you signed up immediately
- ur parents were like,,,, wtf bro but they let you go anyway since thye kenw you wanted it bad
- i mean you only needed to serve for 6-8 hours a day and they didnt need to be worried about you getting kidnapped or anything
- they wanted you to send money back home tho so you were like ok lmaooo
- however when you arrived at the royal castle a week later to do your duties
- you didnt know you were assigned to be prince!chenle’s personal maid
- and when you did oh boy you were in for a treat
- the head maid took you aside from all the others and u wer elike ???
- “you’ve been specially chosen to serve prince chenle how eXciting!!!!!! ok here’s a list of your duties and you shall accompany chenle at all times for the 6-8 hours”
- “huh im sorry could you repeat”
- “no time for that the prince is coming soon aND THere he Is BIG SMILES EVERYONE BIG SMILES”
- you hadn’t seen prince chenle before bc he doesnt rly attend royal events so you were like,,,,, who is he??
- but you were blown away by a blonde cutie coming your way
- you were sh00kt but you tried not to show it lol
- you didnt kno it but chenle was sh00kt too
- ‘SHE SO BEAUTIFUL WTF DO I DO’
- so he just screams
- and an awkward silence follows
- the head maid then introduces you to him as his new personal maid
- bc the king wants to have some type of control over chenle’s life the kid is all over the place
- so y’all walk
- so he starts walking to his room and you trail behind him somewhat awkwardly
- however once y’all get inside the room
- ‘y/n help me build a pillow fort itS URGENT’
- &&& you’re like,,, well ok
- so y’all build a pillow fort in his room
- where tf do all these pillows and blankets come from
- & you just stand there awkwardly as he crawls in
- he notices u aren’t following him in so he backs out a little & he realises u’re probe super awks
- bc you two legit don’t know each other, you met like 15 minutes ago && he screamed in ur face
- so he’s like hIII I’m chenle!!!!! sorry about earlier hehe
- ur like bih i know but you’re like yes your majesty
- &&& he’s like do away with the formalities, whats your name
- ur kinda taken aback bc he’s pretty laid-back for a royal but you intro yourself anyways
- he holds out his hand and he’s like i look forward to working with you y/n and flashes hIS KILLER SMILE HAVE U SEEN THIS BOI
- anyway
- he’s like cmon join mE & motions for you to follow him
- you move to follow him into this massive pillow fort how can the castle have all these pillows tf
- but then your phone buzzes as the head maid reminds you to bring chenle to archery practice and to ready his uniform and stuff & ur like :-))) ok
- so ur like ‘your majes- chenle i have to ready your uniform, you have archery practice in 15 minutes @ two’
- he wants to refuse but since ur so cute he’s like ok :((((((( pouty face x10000 only if u follow me tho
- so you iron his uniform and give it to him and he actually goes to practice
- the instructor is surprised that chenle is punctual && he’s like wow chenle you actually came to practice on time 4 once & you brought a friend
- & he tries to shush the instructor bc you’re there and he doesn’t want to make a bad impression of himself in front of you
- ur kinda laffin inside bc this bOI
- so you sit on the sidelines and watch chenille practice archery
- & wow he looks so mature so serious so handsome
- you don’t wanna admit it but he really does look handsome when he’s concentrating on something
- unbeknownst to you, he’s actually trying really hard for once to impress you for unknown reasons of course
- his archery instructor is thoroughly impressed and reports to the king v excitedly
- he’s like ‘yOUR HIGHNESS CHENLE IS MAKING MASSIVE PROGESS AT ARCHEYR DUDE’
-&&& the king is like ‘wow really’ bc his son has never really put effort into anything
- so the king is like must be the new maid wow she really tamed him
- so you’re officially Chenle’s Maid
- although you do help chenle you also go to school and you meet other maids and butlers & you make loads of friends
- when chenle is out riding his horse w/ his bro he can’t help but notice the school for servants on the other side of the field & he glances over @ you laughing with your newfound friends and he subconsciously smiles to himself
- his bro is like dude u ok & he follows chenle’s line of sight and he sees u
- ‘hey isn’t that ur new maid y r u staring at her ;))))’
- chenle the blushes a deep red && he’s like sHUt UP
- his bro is like ‘mom & dad r gonna be so pissed when they find out’
- chenle’s like ‘ill treat u to pizza for a week’
- ‘deal’
- the following week you and chenle spend a lot of time together
- recreating the pillow fort & watching anime together bc chenle cant watch anime alone :(
- going for walks around the royal garden together
- chenle’s behaviour also significantly improves && he attends to his duties now
- his parents are very pleased
- they give you a raise & ur parents r jumping wth joy
- && you get to know that chenle’s a really thoughtful guy when he’s out of his wild mode
- you also find out he’s really funny && you both joke around now and poke fun at each other
- when no one’s looking y’all play tag in the castle
- its really fun
- before you know it, you’ve fallen in love with chenle
- & ur like shit bro he’s royalty tho so you keep it to yourself
- ignoring all the times your hands brush
- the slight blush on chenle’s cheeks when he holds your hand to hurriedly bring you around corners when you guys are playing so y’all dont get caught by the superiors
- the way your gazes linger on each other more than necessary
- one day you were tasked to pick up chenle from his night class on current affairs and to also hand him his pajamas
- so when he cam out of the royal library he just looked absolutely rekt
- so ur like chenle u ok
- he just smiles at you slightly, his eyes half lidded
- && ur like chenle let me carry your books
- so you bring a tired chenle back to his room and help him wash up
- you think he looks absolutely adorable, sleepy tired chenle is wow
- a muted normal chenle tbh
- so when you tuck him into bed he’s like
- y/n don’t leave pls
- && ur like ok,,, what do you want me to do
- he’s like could you please cuddle with me? if you’re ok with it if not its ok you can go back to your living quarters
- ur heart highkey accelerates almost too fast bc 1) u can’t say no to chenle and 2) ur GONNA CUDDLE WITH UR CRUSH WHAT IF SOMEONE NOTICES AND COMES IN OR SMTH
- he senses ur apprehension && he’s like don’t worry no one will come in and if you don’t come back to the living quarters i can just tell mom and dad u were helping me bc i was sick
- so you slowly slide into bed with him, keeping a safe distance but
- chenle pulls u closer to him and hugs you tightly
- you wanna squirm out but he lets out little soft breaths and you know the hoe is asleep so u like dang it but also really short bc ur in such close proximity
- you eventually fall asleep
- you’re the first to wake up in the morn and when you do, you notice you’ve shifted positions and you’re now facing him
- you admire his features, the way the sunlight dyes his skin a honey yellow, the way his hair glistens an amber hue
- he wake sup tho and you shut ur eyes immediately buT HE CAUGHT YOU STARIN OHHHHH
- he chuckles lightly & he’s like i know u stared at me u creep AHAHAHA
- ur like shit what if- he don’t like me
- ur a stoopid ass
- he’s like ‘its ok i like u too don’t worry, but we have to keep it under wraps from my parents’
- yOU WANNA JUMP IN JOY but decide not to bc u know ur shy af
- following months you guys try to keep it hidden
- kissing secretly in corners of the castle
- holding ur hands a tad bit longer when y’all have to part
- tbh his parents start to notice when chenle can’t pay attention during dinner time and keeps staring at his phone &&& they’re like chenle we need to talk, chenle’s bro pls leave the room
- he’s like gg wp bro I’m in deep shit
- so he just starts shouting at his parents like
- I REALLY LOVE Y/N AND YOU CANT TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME
- he’s like bro chill we already knew we just wanted to freak you out a little its chill we aight with you and y/n
- just as longs it does not affect ur performance
- he’s rly happy but he also wants to play a prank on you
- so he gets knight!renjun to bring u in && tell you that the king and queen has summoned you
- he also gets his parents in on it
- so when u enter, chenle’s looking down and his parents looked displeased
- they’re like ‘we heard about u & our son’
- you start bawling cause u think y’all r over
- but then they r like ‘OMG OMG DONT CRY ITS OK WE R OK OMG CHENLE WANTED TO PLAY A PRANK ON YOU THATS ALL’
- ur so relieved u start crying even more
- channels like shit I’m sorry baobei r u ok & goes to hug you
- you’re like /sniff/ its ok I’m just really happy thank you your highnesses
- they’re like call us mom & dad
- years later u think back upon it as your laying in bed with your now husband chenle
- && ur like I’m glad it worked out baobei
- he looks down at you & he’s like I’m glad it did too
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