savory scents

itsnotokbutwereallright  asked:

Congrats on your milestone! Excited to follow you! I'd like to request Darcy/Bucky and who knows the number because of formatting but it's "we're always making stupid bets like 'bet you can't drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce' but then you did and now you're sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you." Extra points for any of the other Avengers that show up! Thanks for taking prompts!

@itsnotokbutwereallright  Thank you <3 <3 <3 Oh, hey, y’know those kids in school who got really excited at the prospect of extra credit?? That was me ;) Please enjoy, lovely!

Prompt: “we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you.“

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: G

Notes: references to vomiting, description is very vague though.

The thing about Darcy was, she wasn’t ever going to save people from a burning building, or rescue an entire ferry full of passengers from alien explosives.

No, she decided to prove herself in smaller ways.

Darcy had silly contests going with the Avengers.

They didn’t mind during their off-time and she did end up feeling pretty good about herself when she could finish eating an entire Caramel Apple Pie before Steve did. (“Make a cheesecake next time,” Steve said amiably after he’d admitted defeat. “And I’ll definitely win.”)

Darcy knew that any contest with Bruce had to be handled with care. She was mulling over what to do when a she heard a tiny ‘mew’ by a trashcan outside the facility.

“Okay,” she said to a bemused Dr. Banner when she returned to the labs. “First person who the kitty chooses as their bestie wins.”

Over the next several days she made kissy noises at it, she called it ‘a pretty baby’, she tried giving it bits of cheese. Still, it did nothing but stare balefully back at her from behind the trashcan. Then one day she was headed out with a can of tuna when she saw that Bruce had beaten her to it. The small, incredibly fluffy grey tabby was rubbing itself along his leg. Bruce looked up at her and smiled.

So, Darcy lost that one technically, but she’d definitely have the image of Bruce with a kitten perched on his shoulder forever. From then on, Faraday the cat lived in Bruce’s quarters.

It was difficult to enter a contest with a billionaire genius but Pepper, once she got wind of what Darcy was up to, gave her an idea.

“I’ll give you both a shopping list, and you complete it,” Pepper told them, while driving to town.

“Alright, pumpkin,” Tony said smoothly. “Where do you want us to shop? Barney’s? Cartier? Tiffany’s?”

Darcy held back a whine. Those places were above her paygrade, literally.

But Pepper just smiled patiently, eyes twinkling. “Target,” she said, as she pulled into the parking lot. She handed them both a list. “First person to meet me back at the car with exactly everything on this list wins.”

Thirty minutes later, Darcy was sprinting through the parking lot (not exactly safe, but she was in it to win it), plastic shopping bags in each hand, to a smiling Pepper.

Tony was already there, grinning smugly at her.

Pepper checked their lists with the contents of their bags.

“Sorry, kid,” Tony told her, looking not at all sorry.

“Actually, I said ‘exactly everything on this list’,” Pepper informed him. “So while you were faster than Darcy, she has everything on the list.”

“What’d I miss??! Pens? Double-Stuf Oreos? I know I got the toilet paper, I nearly knocked down some guy to get it!”

“You’re not missing anything. In fact, you have too much. Tony,” Pepper said, reproachfully. “Why in the world did you buy ten decorative mason jars?”

“I couldn’t help it! The Target Dollar section is right there!” Tony despaired.

She was sprawled out on the common room couch, playing on her phone.

“Heard you bake pies,” came Barnes’ voice from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned to glare at him right in his rakish grin and pretty blue eyes.

“Ooh no you don’t. I am not entering anymore eating competitions with supersoldiers. That stomachache nearly killed me last time!”

He grinned. “Not a pie eatin’ contest, sweetheart. I want one.”

Darcy saw her opportunity immediately. The chance to triumph (however small and silly) over the Winter Solider? Hells yes.

“Yeah? You’ll have to bet me for it.”

“I know. I’ve heard about your little contests. When I beat you –“


“- at Mario Kart, I want a chocolate peanut butter pie,” Bucky said, sauntering away. He pointed a bionic index finger at her. “Don’t skimp on the peanut butter.”

“And what if I win?”

Barnes looked her up and down, and smirked. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

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Hundreds of Letters || Bucky Barnes x Reader

{summary: “i wrote two hundred letters i will never send.”}

here’s a little something sweet for bucky barnes.

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**


There was something surreal about being roommates with Captain America and the man who was once known as the Winter Soldier.

Since you worked with Tony Stark on a near daily basis, this often put you into close contact with the Avengers. Despite being on good terms with the vast majority of them (including the youngest of them all, that Parker kid), the two that you got along with the most had to be Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

Something about those two men made you click with them instantly. Perhaps it was the fact that they were alive during the time when the whole world was in turmoil that made you sympathize with them-

Or maybe it was due to your growing feelings for Bucky that made you WANT to be closer to them.

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A Very Good Breakfast

(Also on AO3, with a proper summary and everything!)

The first thing Ikora notices that morning is the cold greyness of the light as it spills into the Hall of the Vanguard, the thick sheet of the clouds tumbled over the mountains and stretching over the sky. It is early – she likes to be early, before Cayde saunters into his post and sometimes even before Zavala is there, standing like a statue as he reviews a new report.

The second thing is the smell. It smells sweet, and a bit like roasted meat and the savory scent of coffee.

So she is not as surprised as she could have been when she walks in and finds her part of the table covered in a platter, food sending a thin trail of steam into the air.

She is surprised to see Cayde, pretending to look down at the table. “Oh!” he says, lifting his head as though he had not noticed her as soon as her feet made contact with the steps outside of the hall. “Ikora, good to see you. How’d you sleep?”

“Cayde.” She inclines her head. “What is this?”

“Oh, this,” he said. “Well. I, uh, I made breakfast!” He gestured grandly to the food in front of her, as well as a similar plate in Zavala’s place.

She draws closer. On her plate is two poached eggs covered in pepper and two strips of bacon, and the coffee is black, hot, and utterly devoid of cream or sugar. On the side, a croissant and a little tub of butter.

She glances towards Zavala’s plate. Two blueberry muffins, leaning against one another, and a plate full of different kinds of fruit sliced and arranged into a strangely artistic pattern. In the middle of the fruit-spiral is a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry.

All in all, it was a far cry from the lone nutrient bar she’d eaten in her rooms that morning.

“This is… well done, Cayde,” Ikora said. She examined her books to see what Cayde had done to them, and noted that it looked almost as though someone had come up with a strict equation to ensure they would be moved as little as possible while still making room for the platter.

The heavy step of feet behind her indicated Zavala’s presence. He stopped in front of his spot, looked down, almost bewildered. “Ikora?” he asked.

“Cayde, actually,” Ikora responded, a lilt upwards in the corner of her mouth.

Zavala looked down again. Ikora wondered if he was trying to find fault in the meal, and obviously failing to. “We have work to get done,” he said, finally.

“It’s early,” Ikora said mildly.

Zavala looked down again. “Yes,” he said. Sniffed. “Well.” And that was all the consensus Ikora supposed she was going to get.

“Glad you guys like it,” Cayde said. He scratched the back of his neck. “Guess I’ll get to work.”

Ikora glanced at Cayde and wondered if he’d tell her where he got the ingredients for this, how long it took him to make.

On a whim, she picked up the little tea-plate with the croissant and passed it to him. He looked up at her in surprise.

“What-?” he begins.

All of a sudden, there is a blueberry muffin on the plate as well. By the time Ikora finds Zavala’s eyes they are elsewhere, and he is whistling.

Cayde’s eyes are wide, and he picks up the muffin. He seems to try and fail to say something.

He settles on, “You know this might literally kill me if I eat it, right?”

“Good morning to you too, Cayde.”

It was, she decides later, a very good breakfast.

Audience- Jun Fluff

Originally posted by animequeenn13

Request: Hiiiii can i request a Junhui fluff where reader is best friends with svt and suddenly Jun confesses his love to her while the rest go hide and watch from a distance please?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 853 (I’m sorry it’s so short, I have major writers block right now.)


A/N: Hey guys, I have made a decent break into my inbox and just wanted to let everybody know that I need more requests for future works! Just please remember to make your request specific and if you request under an account, it is most likely going to be done sooner! Anyway, I decided to try writing this in 3rd person pov to see if that fixes some of my grammatical issues I have been noticing lately. Also, thank you to galaxycyndaquil for helping me fix up some parts of this scenario! Ya’ll should go check out her blog.xx

 Vernon slipped around the corner, releasing a loud howl of excitement as Seungkwan chased behind him. Dino and Minghao were having a grand Mario Kart race as Hoshi, Joshua, and Woozi sat behind them cheering every few seconds. Seungcheol and Jeonghan sat on the couch, talking quietly as they continued to wonder how their parenting of the large group of teens went so wrong. Jun, on the other hand, sat in a corner looking at his phone and smiling every few seconds.

(Y/N): TBH you might have to stop me from throwing myself off a cliff… my professor is being a complete ass…

Jun: lol I will make sure to keep you alive until finals. Do you wanna come over to the dorm and help keep me sane from being around these idiots?

(Y/N): I will on one condition: send me the answers to the calculus homework.

Jun: [jpeg.img sent] Hurry up, I’m going insane.

 Sighing, Jun tucked his phone in his pocket as he observed the boys continuously running around the dorm. He ran a hand through his fluffy hair and began to walk to the front of the house. Quickly and carelessly, he slipped on his jacket and shoes, walking out the front door to meet (Y/N) halfway. The crisp spring air bit at his cheeks as he stuffed his thin hands further into his pockets. 

 Along both sides of the road, small bushes of flowers that were just beginning to bloom framed the sidewalk. Leaves from the tall, aged oak trees scattered themselves along the area, ever so often inching forward or backward due to the wind’s strong force. The smell of nearby food vendors drifted through the air, filling Jun’s nostrils with both sweet and savory scents. The only sound that was heard was the rustling of leaves and Jun’s heavy footsteps.

 Is now the time? Should I tell her today? Will she say she likes me back? Questions clouded up the boy’s mind, muddling his thoughts in the process. Maybe I shouldn’t even bother…

 The thing about unconfessed love is that it can truly be painful. Jun knew this well, as he has been in constant pain for almost three years now. (Y/N) had been one of his first and most valuable friends when he arrived in Korea, and even he knew that they were destined to stay in touch for the rest of their lives.

 Jun rounded a corner, and could see (Y/N) lightly stepping on the sidewalk down the road. He began to hurry his steps and let himself take longer strides, which led to them finally meeting by the time she had only walked a quarter of the way down the block.

“Jun! I thought you wanted me to meet you at your house…” 

“Well, I thought we could just talk and stuff on the way back. Plus, I needed the exercise.” Jun gasped and huffed, his recent lack of exercise finally catching up with him.

“Well, do you wanna grab some food on the way to the dorm? I haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Jun nodded, and they stepped towards a booth that sold sticks with pieces of meat stuck on it. (Y/N) offered to pay for herself, but Jun quickly shut that idea down and paid as she begrudgingly nibbled on the tender meat.

 They walked in complete silence. The tension that filled the air was a kind neither of them had felt before, and that scared them both a little bit to be completely honest. By the time they had reached the front of the dorm, they both had finished their food and were desperate to be able to just start a normal conversation. 

“Hey (Y/N), before we go inside the dorm, I need to tell you something.” She nodded and readjusted her bag on her shoulder.

 “I may never have told you this, but… I think I have feelings for you. I get it if you don’t like me back, but I hope we can stay friends because you are really a special person in my life.” Jun rambled, but was abruptly cut off by her lips covering his own. His eyes went wide, and she soon drew back from the tenderhearted kiss.

 “Jun, to be honest, I have feelings for you too. I really just enjoy being around you, and I would never in a million years even dream of leaving your life. What does this make us, though?” Tilting her head, the young woman nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Jun thread his fingers in hers.

 “It makes us whatever you want us to be, (Y/N).” Suddenly, the door swung open and Seungkwan and Vernon crashed onto the ground. The other 10 members of SEVENTEEN stood, their mouthes practically hitting the floor.

 “Hell yeah, Jun! Get some!” Vernon’s yelling was interrupted by (Y/N) hitting him with her bag, and the other 12 boys burst into laughter.

 “That’s what you get for ruining a private moment, idiot…”

Prim And Proper (Part 2)

Summary: It seemed unlikely, but [Y/N] and Steve quickly become close friends… until something happens, and [Y/N] has to deal with her feelings for Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1981

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/N: read part 1 here or via my Masterlist.

Originally posted by everyartistwas-firstanamateur

Chapter 2: This Thing Called Jealousy.

It was not until he brought Sharon around one day, his girlfriend, when [Y/N] experienced a new emotion around Steve, and realized an undeniable truth. No matter how much she did try to refute it - first to herself and then to Wanda who had read her feelings. There really was no denying it: she was jealous of Sharon. She seemed like an amiable girl, and had taken an interest in [Y/N], especially once she noted how important [Y/N] had become in Steve’s life.

[Y/N] tried to find a comfortable position on the couch in the common room as she was scrolling on her phone, only to tap on it every now and then when she read or saw a post she loved on tumblr, when Steve walked in with his girlfriend. She thoroughly enjoyed spending hours of her time on the Internet, going through her dashboard and favorite tags. She often received confused looks from observers (known as her roommates) when she would suddenly burst out in laughter over something funny she saw. They must think of me as very weird, she thought amusedly. Her head moved up when she noticed the unexpected guest, and [Y/N] sat up straight abruptly and put down her phone.  

“Hey there, [Y/N].” Steve walked up to her with a smile.

“Oh, hi.” She repressed a yawn. Guess I was a bit too comfortable.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. This is Sharon.”

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Rule of Thumb Pt. 6

Requested: yes

TW: a shit ton of happiness, pregnancy 

Summary: Life in Lawerence proves to be amazing as Dean searches for a home.

Tags: @imurchild 



Originally posted by hunterchesters

There was a soft silence in the Winchester homestead. All the alphas and omegas were tucked away in bed, that is to say until Jess left the spare room she and her husband shared to go satisfy a bacon craving. A typically pleasant, savory scent flooded the house pulling the members up and out of bed. 

Dean lingered around the kitchen daring Jess to eat it all while he called Crowley. Crowley was a peculiar family friend and was holding the treasured Winchester lot until one presented themselves as ready to buy. 

Dean wrote down the time he and his little omega would go and scout it out. He  hung up and pulled up a chair. His nose crinkled happily at the new scent of his omega mixing into the kitchen. She offered a smile, joining his lap. 

“Got us that appointment.” He murmured, concern flickering his gaze as y/n hopped of his lap, running to the nearest bathroom. 

He was quick to his feet, following her just behind Mary. His mother held the girls hair away from her face as she retched into the toilet. “Sorry.” Y/n finally mumbled leaning away from the toilet, seeking the cool tile for comfort. 

“Don’t apologize baby.” Mary soothed pouring a small cup with mouthwash. “I’ll leave this right here for when you think you’re done.” 

Dean crouched beside his omega, kissing her forehead softly. “You want to stay in today?” 

Y/N shook her head, leaning against Dean. "No, I’ll be fine, it happened yesterday too. Today the smell just got me.” 

Mary grinned, digging around in her medicine cabinet. She pulled out a small box and sat it next to the mouthwash. “You might want to take one of these.” 

Dean felt his chest expand with pride as he peppered kisses all over Y/N’s head. “My pups. You could be having my pups.” 

A new sense of excitement rushed through the Winchesters. Everyone was on edge, nervously excited for the results. As the timer rang, Dean stood and silently walked toward the counter where the plastic test was balanced. His chest pounded, aching for a family. Two pink lines stared back at him, causing a smile to spread across his face. “We’re pregnant.” 

What followed was mass chaos in the home. Henry didn’t really understand, Mary was chewing Dean’s ear off for not be more attentive to your needs, John admittedly was crying, Sam had a wondrous grin on his face, and Jess, well, Jess had to burst the bubble so to speak by saying her water broke.

For the Winchesters, drama wasn’t unusual, but a new baby and impending baby was a lot for one day. Dean decided to keep the appointment with Crowley after Y/N’s morning sickness became too much due to the sterile hospital smell.

He already developed a stronger alpha presence. His hands never left her body, his teeth ready to bare and growl at anyone who so dared look at her longer than a second. Crowley was amused to say the least, but somewhere deep down he felt a fondness for Dean and happily filed the paper work.

Dean parked Baby outside of the bunker the family owned. Normally he would have been nervous, but he was too high on life to care. “Um, Dean?” 

His eyes flickered her way. “Yeah sweetheart?”

“Why the fuck does your family own a bunker?” 

At the sharpness of her tone and the way her eyes narrowed at the fact the Winchester property was under the fucking ground, he knew he had faulted. “I’ll explain inside.” Hoping she would just believe him.

Mythologies + Summertime feelings

Zeus: The rumbling of thunder in the middle of the day. A hot sunny day suddenly devoured by rolling clouds and the feel of a cool breeze indicating the arrival of a storm. The first droplets of rain falling upon your face, bringing strong humidity afterwards, and with it the return of the sun once more.

Chalchihuitlicue: The glistening of a river, lake, of stream by the midday sun. The bounty of creatures attracted to a body of water by a drive to survive. The shrill yet consistent cawing of seagull colonies flying above a brilliant blue ocean and perching and nesting on rocky cliffs. The sounds of rolling waves smashing against rocks compared to the daily resurgence of the calm tide at the mercy of the of the force of the moon. Nightfall brings with it the croaking of frogs, barely visible in the reeds by the riverside, and footprints in the sand washed away by the tide, memories dragged into the sea.

Dionysus: Teens sneaking out of their parents house to attend late night summer parties at their friends houses. Innocence, curiosity, and excitement in the faces of those teens as the wine is brought out. Parents recording their children’s performance in a quaint summer camp play. A pastor preaches ecstatically about their religion as they sweat in their suits, and a group of fans squeals wildly at a concert performed at by one of their favorite stars. A mother who has finally put her baby down for a nap, raiding a hiding spot for her bottle of “special juice”, which turns out to be wine, or a group of friends kicking off their shoes after a long, hard day at work and pouring some wine for each other, getting drunk and forgetting their worries of the world for just one night.

Chang'e: Finding the perfect summer night to go stargazing. Celebrating that the hot summer day has now turned into a cool summer night. Gazing up at the clear summer night sky, feeling so empty yet so full at the same time. Staying up all night to celebrate the summer solstice aka the longest day of the year. Tracking the movement of the moon night after night and watching out for meteor showers. Taking moments to just enjoy the moon, and the calm night that comes with it.

Ra: The heat of the sun beating down on you on a sweltering and muggy summer day and beads of sweat rolling down your face. Flip-flops smacking against pavement on the days where the heat disposes of the need for shoes. The shadows cast around you, reflections of the movement of the sun through the sky. The feeling of the sun burning your arm, put up to protect your eyes from it’s harsh glare. Watching the beauty of a sunset from a high altitude, and smiling, knowing that the sun will come up tomorrow.

Aphrodite: Girls strolling upon a boardwalk, dressed in pretty and colorful sundresses made of floaty fabrics and bodies adorned with shiny jewelry. Brightly painted lips that part to reveal smiles as the girls giggle at a joke one of them told. Women of all ages, shapes, and sizes finding the courage to wear their bikinis to the beach or the pool on the first day of summer. Stolen kisses in the midst of night, and the chuckles of mischievous teens going skinny dipping in a nearby lake. Dates held at carnivals where hilarity is bound to ensue. The sharing of cotton candy and frightful screams of terrifying rides lost to the night, and one individual finally gathering up the courage to kiss the other at the top of the ferris wheel. Wild thoughts and rash decisions made in the name of love, that may or may not lead to regret in the fall. Trivial activities leading to the realization that summer will come to an end eventually, and then followed by the thought to enjoy it the best you can, for life is meant to be savoured, and so is love.

Anansi: Swatting off flies on a sticky summer day. Mosquito nets put up and screen doors being closed, protection from their constant biting. Itchy bumps and visible redness brought on by the relentless bites of various insects and arachnids. Spiderwebs flowing in the summer breeze, the unfortunate corpses of their prey left to rot in the hot summer air. Spiders of various shapes and sizes crawling up buildings and nesting in cracks and crevices, protection from the summer heat.

Demeter: Rolling fields of yellow grain, and tall green stalks of corn that seem to lose you in their cornfields. The sweat of farmers in faded denim overalls with rolled up sleeves toiling in the summer heat, harvesting their crops, and the shadows cast by their wide brimmed straw hats. Sinking your teeth into a soft roll of handmade bread prepared from the harvested grains while the elderly joyfully recount memories and life stories over freshly brewed beer, toasting to more memories to come.

Agni: The crackling sounds of dry wood burning in a campfire, sparks visible in the air, the small flame illuminating the night sky. The sounds of laughter as friends and family swarm around a neighborhood bonfire. The visible smoke from a forest fire ignited by the sparks of a small, unkempt flame. The savory scent brought on by the roasting of s'mores around a flame. The glowing embers of a dying fire and the ashes that are left afterwards, a symbol of what was once there.

Hermes: Familial dysfunction occurring during an hours long road trip. Poorly read maps and a malfunctioning GPS system. Little children crying over stolen toys. The hum of the wind and hair whipped around by it, caused by a car speeding down a highway. The sound of a lone car driving down an empty road. The crossing of state lines and the miles recounted. Postcards sent and received recounting tales of places visited and vacationed to. The sound of a car engine starting up once again, signalling a readiness for adventure.

Loki: Raucous laughter caused by a very audible joke. The sneaky giggles of friends planning a prank on another. Gasps of shock as someone is “accidentally” shoved into a pool. Playing with the gags at the jokes section of a toy store. Rolling your eyes at crude, unfunny, and/or distasteful joke. Mysteriously initiated water balloon fights that lead to everyone getting soaked. Clutching your sides and gasping for breath as your eyes tear up due to a joke that for some reason you found really funny. Getting cheered up by a friend who knows how to make you smile when you’re down. Remembering the importance of comedy through all the seriousness in the world, and knowing that sometimes, you just have to laugh.

Persephone: Walking through a field of flowers, all in full bloom, watching the butterflies, bees, and other pollinators flutter around, performing their built in duties. An odd couple sits under a tree to avoid the harshness of the summer sun, an imperfectly perfect match. Spending an hour plucking fresh flowers for your crush, inhaling their lovely scent beforehand and afterwards. Basking in the sun, flowers all around you, for summer is here, and it should be cherished for it will eventually come to an end.

anonymous asked:

Can u write some bbrae fluff? I've been a bit down lately and need something to cheer me up :))

Beast Boy hummed as he stirred at the soup, the savory scent making his mouth water. Cooking was something Beast Boy found to be surprisingly relaxing. It required little thought; just instinct and a good nose. Plus, it was pretty satisfying to complete a well prepared meal. 

The pot simmered, bubbles rising up through the brothy liquid. It was a homemade soup; Beast Boy found that making things from scratch always tasted better. So that’s how he preferred to cook. In recent years, it was him who drew up the Titan’s shopping list, taking care to plan at least a few decent meals in the week. 

Beast Boy pulled the pot off the stove and ladled some into a bowl. He snatched a spoon and some crackers, and carried it out to the empath curled up on the couch. “Here you go, Rae-Rae, one bowl of hot, chicken noodle soup!” 

She peered at him from beneath the mound of blankets, a frown tugging at her lips. “Took you long enough,” she grumbled, but Garfield could see the gratitude and affection mirrored in her eyes. He handed her the soup and pressed a kiss onto her warm forehead. A smile flickered across his features. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

Raven pouted, glaring into her soup. “Horrid. I can’t breathe out of one nostril, and every five minutes I get hot again and have to pitch the blankets.” 

Beast Boy slipped an arm over her shoulders, suppressing a chuckle. “Well, you do have a fever.” He ignored her glare and kissed her again, just above her chakra. “Eat your soup, it’ll make you feel better.” 

She sighed and took a bite, a smile melting onto her features. “Mmm. This is delicious. Thanks, Gar.” Raven leaned up against him, and Beast Boy could almost feel her love for him. That was one thing he loved about Raven; she didn’t have to say it. He knew just from the little things; like how she was smiling ever so slightly at him as she ate another spoonful of soup. 

“Of course, Rae,” he murmured. He threw caution to the wind then, kissing her on the lips. Who cared about a little cold, anyway? 

Here you go, anon! I know it’s short, but hopefully the fuzziness helps you feel better! :) 


Flavors (Simon Dominic)

For @blameitonssamd ❤️

Originally posted by callmeloco0

    “Ooh, let’s go in there!” Hyukwoo said, pointing at a brightly lit tent filled with tables of happy-looking people eating delicious-looking food.

     “Everyone good with that?” Jay asked. Everyone was, so in they went. It took a few minutes of waiters rearranging tables for them to be able to sit down together, but soon they were all seated. It had been months since they’d all gone and done something fun together like this, and this had been a perfect opportunity- Seoul’s biggest food and wine festival coincided with a short span of less busy time the artists had.

    “Wow,” Kiseok said, eyeing a plate a waiter was carrying to another table. “This looks great. Good idea, Hyukwoo.”

    Soon a waitress came to give them menus and get their drink orders and soon they were ordering their food, all talking cheerfully. Kiseok was sitting between Hyunjung and Jay, who was recounting the story of a particularly lively night at one of his favorite clubs during which he had almost gotten in a fight, and soon Kiseok and the rest of the table were in hysterics.


    “Oh my gosh, you won’t believe who’s out there!” Yuna, a waitress, gushed as she handed Kayleigh, one of the chefs, a slip of paper containing a table’s orders.

    “Who?” Kayleigh asked, only quickly glancing up from the pan of asparagus and tomatoes she was sauteing.

    “AOMG!” Yuna said. “Like, all of them!”

    “Really?” Kayleigh asked, though her voice didn’t rise; she was still focusing.

    “Yes!” Yuna said. “We better make sure their food is extra good.”

    Kayleigh chuckled. “Technically, we have to make sure everyone’s food is extra good.”

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Dark!Turtles x Reader (Dark!Leo).


He had been so careful, so quiet and cautious. And he had planned it all so perfectly too, having watched her for a while now asnd having memorized her normal habits. All he had to do was wait until she went to her keys out of her purse then make off with her groceries. Maybe it was stealing (okay, it definitely was stealing) but she could afford to buy more. And his brothers were hungry…

He was too, hungrier then he had realized. And perhaps that was why he had gotten caught, the savory scents from the bags getting into his head. It was his own damn fault. The human glared into the shadows, her small face painted with defiance.

“What are you doing?”

He should run. He should get out of there right now and just forget the whole thing, find another, easier target. But he didn’t. Instead, Leo found himself stepping into the light. For such a small thing, she didn’t seemed too concerned that she was staring up at a giant, blue turtle holding a massive weapon. Instead, she looked a little annoyed.

“What’s the idea, following me around like this?” She asked him.

Leo wasn’t sure what to say, only shrugging as he eyed her bags. Could he just grab them and go? What if she reported it? Would thier others hear about it?

“No answer now that you’re caught? Honestly, guys like you make me nuts. What, you’re not even gonna apologize?” She demanded.

Why in the world was she talking to him like this? Why wasn’t she scared of him?

“I just wanted some food.”

And why was he telling her that? But his answer seemed to make her a little less annoyed and she put down a couple of bags.

“Well, go on then. Take them.”

Unsure if this was a trick, Leo quickly darted forward to snatch up the bags and moved back, eyeing her carefully. She didn’t make s move at him, didn’t attack him or take the m back. Instead she just turned away, calling over her shoulder,

“Next time, just ask okay?”

Next time, next time…Leo wasn’t sure what that meant. And instead of hanging around to ask, he ran into the shadows and back home. It had been a strange experience but at least he and his brothers would eat well for a while.

EXO react to their wives being stressed out from work

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Xiumin: Lots and lots of cuddling. Aegyo galore. Just being very cutsey is Minseok’s way of uplifting others and bringing them to an appeased state. When his lucidly overworked wife least expects it, he would cutely back hug her, squeezing her tightly with ample amounts of affection. “Missed me jagi?” he would inquire before giving her swift kisses to her cheek, already eliciting soft smiles from her. They would end up cuddling together on the couch, with seemingly no end nearing. Minseok wouldn’t let her go until he can draw out some source of equanimity from his wife. 

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Luhan: He would feel genuinely sympathetic towards his dutiful wife, as the stress is profoundly illustrated upon her features. Luhan would probably use the romantic cliches to elevate his wife’s strained disposition. By cliches, I mean things like a warm bath, teeming with effervescence. And scattered across the bubbly surface would be a myriad of scarlet petals just to set the tone right. “You work so hard baobei. Relax for a little bit. It’ll be worth while,” he would coo to his wife, guiding her to the bath he specially prepared for her. If she wanted, Luhan would stay by her side, relishing in the sight of her immersing herself within the watery element. If he feels bold enough, Luhan may end up joining her in the bath, not only to rid her of her stresses, but now to tempt her body. 

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Kris: Aww, hubby Kris would really hate to see his wife in such a pressured state. Since they’re married, Kris might actually use some seductive tactics to wear his wife’s stress away. He would greet her once she returns home murmuring huskily: “I’ve missed you baobei,” before delving towards her for an enraptured kiss. His sturdy hands would fall upon her sides, as he deepens the kiss, already allowing tangible sparks to encompass them both. The kiss would be prolonged until they both concurrently retreat from ir. Still engrossed in a lustful passion, Kris would smirk softly, tempting her further. “You seem extra eager today…should I continue?” Without waiting for an answer, he would once more kiss her, this time for a shorter duration, however the intensity remains in tact. “Let me make you feel amazing,” he would mutter lustfully, luring her to a state of aphrodisia. 

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Suho: Suho may end up going out of his way just for his wife’s sake. After seeing the stress take it’s toll on his wife, Joonmyun, being the affluent hubby he is, would probably end up arranging a vacation to a deluxe beach resort for the two of them. He wants his wife to be at a state of serenity and placidity and by visiting the scenic Jeju island, he expects this to suffice in reducing his wife’s anxiety. Suho would probably end up surprising her with this news a few days before they are scheduled to depart for their vacation. Not to mention he would deliver the news to her in the cheesiest way possible. After another tedious day at work, his wife would return home to the sight of Joonmyun dressed in beach attire. The sound of beach music would be sound, prompting his wife to question his antics, to which he would respond with “oh this jagi? This is for our vacation! No not here jagi, we’re going to Jeju! I even booked our stay near the beach!” 

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Lay: Similar to Luhan, Yixing would use the sentimental cliches to ease his wife’s weary mind and heart. Instead of a bath, he would things such as bundles of chromatic flowers and balloons, adorable stuffed animals lined up along the bed, crimson rose petals embellishing the bed, potent candles lit up, with savory scents wafting through the air, etc. He would want to really put his wife in a state of sheer ataraxia with all these mind assuaging gifts. He would allow her to rest in their bedroom, being cautious to not disturb her while she’s in a soporific state. “You’re amazing baobei,” Lay would murmur softly to his wife as she’s resting upon their bed, “please don’t overwork yourself love. Take care of your health,” he would advice while stroking her filaments soothingly. Alternatively, Yixing may end up playing mollifying melodies on his guitar for her to drift off to sleep to.  

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Baekhyun: “Wifey~ What’s wrong? You don’t look yourself,” Baekhyun would inquire his wife inquisitively, taking note instantly of the distress evident upon her face. As she tiredly shares how she loathes her co-workers and how vexing their antics can be, Baek would use his supreme humor to uplift her cheerless spirit. He would want all the details on each of the people she works with and what they’re like so that can he swiftly construct a little jocose skit for his wife to extract a good laugh out of. With his impeccable gift of performing impressions, he would act out “a day in a life of the wife” scenario, giving each of her infuriating co-workers, characters straight out of a comedy film for her to burst into laughter at. “I cannot BELIEVE I didn’t get the raise~!” he would imitate one of her co-workers with his stellar humor. His method of cheering up people is through humor and laughing. Alternatively, he may use some aegyo to ease his wife’s senses. 

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Chen: Somewhat similar to Baekhyun, Jongdae would also use his humor to his advantage in this instance. “Bad day at work?” he would ask her, before chuckling empathetically. “Yeah…my day wasn’t exactly ‘the best.’ So, let’s make the most of what’s left in the day. I still have that movie I rented,” he would offer her eager to indulge in one of his wife’s favorite films with her. While she’s snuggling up to him, watching the film intently, occasionally, Chen will make some witty commentary in between scenes in the movie. “You know babe….that weird goblin thing looks kinda like your boss right? I mean look: the resemblance is uncanny,” to which his wife would respond with bouts of laughter at her husband’s silly but agreeable humor. He would continue to point out how characters in the film resemble the people she works with in some way, to assuage her stresses. 

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Chanyeol: He would panic immediately upon seeing his wife in an enfeebled state from her job. “Jagi! Are you okay?! Did something happen?! Should I call a doctor?” He would rave on and on until his wife assures him that there’s nothing severely wrong with her, just her job finally taking it’s toll on her. Sighing in relief that his wife isn’t “dying,” Chanyeol would permit her an affectionate hug, as he’s empathetic towards her stresses. “Aww jagi. You can’t overwork yourself!” His method would be to carry her, bridal style, to bed, where he would revel his guitar, commencing in strumming harmonious melodies for her to relish. Watching his wife’s somnolence beginning to claim her, Chanyeol would continue producing mitigating melodies while humming softly against the tune. Once she’s succumb to sleep, he would kiss her forehead affectionately before leaving her to slumber peacefully. 

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D.O: Similar to Chanyeol, Kyungsoo would use his proficiency in music to his advantage when pacifying his wife’s strained senses. He would take this the most seriously of all the members the moment he sees his wife physically and mentally drained. The moment he catches glimpse of her, Kyungsoo would immediately urge her to rest in their bedroom, while he goes to prepare a soothing soup and tea to help mollify her. “The tea will help you most jagi. Be sure to finish it all,” he would advise calmly. Pressing her to finish the goods he’s prepared her, Kyungsoo would then grant her an empathetic smile, while stroking her fringes affectionately. He would begin to sing an uplifting melody as a way to lull her into a soporific state. He would continue singing with his velvety voice until his wife is claimed by sleep. He might even stay with her until she stirs into a wake. 

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Tao: Somewhat analogous to Suho, Tao would go out of his way to buy all the goodies and gifts his wife has ever wanted. He would go out and get the lavish dress she wanted or the makeup kit she has been lacking for the past few months. This would take her mind off of the outrageous amount of work his wife has had to endure as of late. All the presents he’s purchased for her would all be lined up and cutely embellished all for her. “Check it out baobei! Yep, these are all for you!” And just to ensure that she gets some rest, Tao would entice her with an offer before she unravels her presents. “You have to promise me that you’ll get rest baobei. You have to if you want to open them!” He would also be incredibly affectionate around his wife, granting her kisses and hugs to no end.

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Kai: Jongin’s method of comforting his wife is rather simple but still effective. He would feel most sympathetic towards his wife once he catches glimpse of her evidently stressed from her tiring job. “Stay here at home jagi. You need to rest.” He would urge her to take a sick day and for the remainder of that sick day, they would be cuddled together on the couch sleeping, arms encircled around each other. The only source of luminescence would be emitting from the television, but other than that, together they would be in a state of somnolence while immersed in dimness of the living room. The whole day would be dedicated to inactivity and sleeping, with Jongin pressed closely to his wife as she gets her much needed rest. Simple yet effective in its purpose. 

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Sehun: He would comfort his wife without even trying to. Sehun would watch befuddled, as his wife tiredly stumbles into his arms, lucidly longing for some rest. “Bad day?” he would ask, to which she would nod wearily in response. Sighing empathetically, he would want her to rant all she needs to about work–to her heart’s content. “Well, you won’t feel any better if you don’t tell someone about it. Tell me everything jagi. I wanna know what it is they’re doing to you that makes you feel upset.” While his wife raves and rants to him about her job and the people she works with, he would listen intently, genuinely curious while keep her in his embrace lovingly. Sehun would manage to use his sardonic humor to his advantage in this scenario. “What? My baby didn’t get a promotion? What? Don’t tell me he did. That sad excuse of a worker got it instead of you? Wow, just wow. Apparently there’s more wrong to your boss than just his sense of fashion.” Agreeing with each of his wife’s sentiments, she would manage to find jocularity with the fact that someone understands her stresses. 

*Ignore the caption haha. 

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Imagine with joji- part one

THIS IS PART ONE OF A SHORT CONTINUOUS STORY ABOUT A NEWLY POPULAR YOUTUBER MEETING JOJI MILLER . I know they’re going to be incredibly long, and i hope you enjoy <3

You haven’t spent alot of time with joji, just a few awkward question panels at vid-con, you didn’t even really think of yourself as a YouTuber. It felt strange, when you uploaded a video of you ranting about things that were… personal. There was a sense of dullness, you were speaking to a camera not to your hundred thousand viewers. The hate was the worst, there was a couple persistent haters that were hell bent on getting your page deleted. When your agent told you that Joji wanted to do a video together you were… excited. There was always something about Joji that gave you butterflies, a nervousness that made your face feel warm…

ABORT…ABORT…ABORT… Your mind screamed at you as you boarded the plane, your stomach was in knots and your throat felt stiff. You board anyway, headed to New York City, in the middle of December. It was gorgeous outside, chilly, yet crisp and beautiful. Your plane had landed almost a full hour before the scheduled time, and you had no idea where Joji lived. People were walking last you every which way at a fast to normal speed. ‘great’ you think ‘this is the part where I attempt to make contact and get completely ignored’ bit you try anyway. “Ex-excuse me?” You ask a man, he looks to be in his thirties, extremely tall. The man smiles, stops, and looks down at you. “Yea?” He asks. You give him Jojis address and explain how you’ve never been in a town remotely this big, and he seems amused while he gives you directions.

The cold was pleasant, and aesthetically pleasing, but it was starting to take a toll as delicate white flakes began to fall around you. It dampened your hair, your shoulders, and your shoes were soaked through wetting your pant legs as well. Only one more block. You look straight ahead and spot the apartment building, smiling and rushing just a bit. Rushing as much as you can with two suitcases at tow. The warmth inside began to melt the frozen water that bound your hair, it dripped on your clothes. If only you knew which apartment was his… you began wandering the halls, figuring if you found anyone you’d ask of they knew a George Miller in the building. Finally as you looked up a man stood in front of you, locking a door behind him, he wore a black sweater and a light grey beanie. “Exc-c-cuse m-m-me” you managed to get out, you weren’t even aware of your shivers. When he turned you could see him, dark hair feathered in front of cute glasses, deep eyes framed with dark lashes, eyes that widened as he began to realize who he was looking at. “I’m not late am I??” He asked , you shake your head “my flight was early, I didn’t have your number” you squeak out, he smiles just a bit taking you in. “Let’s get you warmed up” he tells you which IMMEDEATLY makes you feel warm inside.

You sit in front of the fire your knees against your chest arms wrapped around them. Head leaning on your arms. “So…uh…how was your flight?” Joji asked, he seemed as if he didn’t even know what to say to you, he didn’t know you. “Amazing actually, the lights and the snow, it was like a big city painting.” You smile, the fire is helping warm you up. You decide to get unpacked, and changed into more comfortable clothes. You choose a pair of dark grey sweats and a black hoodie with white graphics on the front. you felt a lot better now that you were in some comfortable clothes, you walk down the grey painted hallway. Joji is walking out of his room as well, you blush a bit and he smiles “guess we had the same idea” he says looking down at your attire, he too had changed into more comfortable clothes, a light grey Harvard hoodie and some blue/green/black plaid pajama bottoms. You smile, how cute. “You hungry?” he asks, you’re suddenly extremely aware of just how hungry you are, you nod in agreement. “Starving” you say simply looking up at him, he smiles and you follow him to the living room, he heads to the door “shouldn’t we change?” you ask, he huffs a laugh “you can” he says, you half smile. Back into the cold weather, you walk beside Joji and admire all of the lights up in the city. “Holy fuck what is that smell” you’re overwhelmed by a savory scent before you even see the pizza place. “Pizza” Joji says smiling. You both walk in, order and take a seat in a booth towards the back. Nobody seems to be out, there are a few people in the pizza place, some teenage girls returning glances are starting to make you uncomfortable. “Jesus, how can you do this?” you ask, widening your eyes, Joji looks confused. Tilting his head “do what?” he asks, you glance at the girls who quickly look away. “Constantly admired from afar by your jail bait fan club” you laugh causing him to grin “its not even like that” Joji laughs, you like the rhythm of his laugh, every chuckle. A server approaches you with two large, very large, slices of pizza and a thought springs into your mind. You clear your throat and place your hands together solemnly. Joji blinks, taken back by the unexpected display of religion. You chuckle “I’m totally fucking with you” you bite into your pizza as his eyes widen and he giggles “you are not at all what i thought you were going to be like” he notes, you smile and catch movement from the corner of your eye. 

“uhm, hi! you’re Joji right?” a girl, maybe sixteen says, Joji looks up and smiles “yea” he says she grins and glances at you “oh my god! I’ve seen your videos too! you’re so blunt its awesome! I’m Anna!” she says, her friend is silent beside her. “uh thanks” you say. this is the first interaction you’ve had with a fan outside of vid-con. you’re not sure how to act… “can we take a picture with you guys?” the quiet friend asks. you shrug “sure” you answer. “awesome!!! can i sit between the two of you?” she asks, you stand awkwardly and she sits next to Joji. her friend slides across from you and holds her iphone up. “i have an idea” you say to the girl, she looks up at you with awe as if you’re going to share with her a hidden secret chapter of the bible. “uhm… look at Joji like you’re so in love you might die” you say, you look up at Joji and his cheeks redden a bit, the girl turns completely red and both giggle. she does so and you pick up your pizza. the girl taking the photo laughs and snaps the pic the girl between you and Joji immediately asks to see it. Anna is looking at Joji with lovey eyes, he looks as if hes scared, and you’re holding your pizza in the air gazing at it lovingly. you hear Joji laugh, a genuine laugh, and you smile. “alright your turn” you say to the other girl who cowers a bit. you smile. “you’ll regret it if you don’t” you say she smiles and stands up, sliding next to you, pushing you into Joji. above the delicious smell of pizza, you smell a musky scent, a sweet, sharp musky scent, and you realize its Joji. you look up at him just for a second and he catches your eye, you blush a bit and look at the girl. who is grinning, you smile, its great to see her so happy. you hear a click and look up. all finished. “thanks so much you guys are legit the best for this” Anna says “tag me in this” you tell her she grins “i will!” and you wave as they leave. Joji pulls your plate to you, it might be taken the wrong way if you move to the other side of the table. you pick up the slice. “wasn’t so bad right?” Joji says, you shrug “actually kind of fun, I’ve never had that happen before” you admit. Jojis warmth next to you is calming, you find yourself drawn to it. you stop yourself from leaning in. “alright, you ready to get out of here?” Joji asks, you glance up at him and smile with a nod, he smiles back. you glance out the door, those girls are smiling with their phone up, and start to walk away as you stand. you walk outside and the gust of cold hits you instantly, you shiver and relax as you walk. “its just strange i mean, not even four months ago i was right where they are” you say “well, not literally, they’re in high school, but i was just there yaknow nobody knew who i was” you say “its cool though, making people happy by having fun” Joji says. you nod, but when does it stop being fun…? “you… you tried to do more personal stuff didn’t you?” you ask, cautiously “yea” he says, shortly. “and you got alot of hate or it. you’ve been doing this so long, for me if i don’t give them what they want this could all end” you say. “i totally feel you” Joji admits “i felt weak when i took down my vlogs, like i was playing into this sense of celebrity bullshit.” he says, you make it to the door of the apartment. “but i have a life, i have friends i go out i do things i want to do. i mean, we just went to get pizza in the middle of the night in our pajamas. there are definitely perks” he smiles, you wonder if he knows you’re looking at him… you lay in your bed, eyes closed, thinking about what Joji said. perks, were you a perk? or did he just mean the freedom of pajamas in public…? you pick up your phone and look at the picture on your page. Joji smiling down at you while you smile at the girl. it makes you feel…good.

Felicity (One Shot)

Summary: There are five things that make them happy.

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01.  Sleeping In

Min Yoongi is aware he is a glutton when it comes to sleep, letting lethargy take its toll as it drags him into the sedated depths of his mind where no one exists. Had one asked months before why he slept so long, he would’ve simply said to escape. He kept his eyes shut in hopes of drowning out the world and hiding himself away for the briefest of moments, letting peace befall his tired frame.

Ask him now and perhaps that answer is different.

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The hotel seemed to appear out of no where. It was a huge, beautiful mansion jutting out of the woods, though it wasn’t overgrown or run down at all. It appeared to be a perfectly intact, well running hotel! Not only that, but the kitchen must be in full spirits! The savory scents of Kantonese curry and other heavy spices wafted from the open and welcoming double doors, enticing any young wanderer to come in and take a load off.

Will you enter?

EXO react to their child waking them up on Christmas Day

Such a cute scenario a lot of us can relate to. :) I couldn’t agree with you more. Nothing beats bias fluff feels haha. Thanks for your request baebae. <3  

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Xiumin: Already stirring into a wake before you, Xiumin would eye your son with some lingering traces of somnolence, evident upon his face. Your son would be bouncing giddily while exclaiming how “it’s Christmas” and how “Santa really came.” Calmly smiling while ruffling his little boy’s hair, he wouldn’t be able to conceal his smiles at the palpable excitement illustrated upon his son’s features. “You think you got everything you wanted buddy?” he would inquire to which your son would nod with fervor. Minseok would prod you awake as your son dashes to his presents, patiently waiting for both of you to arrive. While your little boy is unraveling his presents, I can see Minseok preparing a special coffee for both you and him. 

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Luhan: Both you and Luhan would be relatively exhausted from the Christmas preparations you did the night before. So the moment your son comes dashing into your room buoyantly begging for both of you to get up, Luhan would tiredly implore for a few more minutes. “It’s really early buddy….give mommy and I…five…more…..minu….tes..” he would drone, clearly fatigued. Your son would cutely pout at this, eventually wandering towards the Christmas tree where he would continue to ogle at his presents. Eventually, with your assistance, Luhan would finally bring himself to a wake already seeking out breakfast. “Hey now, you didn’t already open your presents did you?” he would jokingly tease his son as he commences in opening his presents. 

Kris: Wide awake by the time your daughter rushes to your room, gushing about it being Christmas, Kris would already be a bit poignant inwardly at the sight of his daughter in a whimsical reverie. Immediately taking her into his arms, stroking his daughter’s filaments into place while she continues gushing with innocent effervescence. He would listen keenly to everything she has to say while maintaining a soft smile. “Did you count all the presents you got princess? How many did you get?” he would softly ask while she exclaims with outstretched arms ‘a lot!’ Chuckling softly, he would remark: “Santa sent us a message saying that you got the most presents out of all the kids in neighborhood. That’s how good you’ve been this year.” Ruffling your little girl’s hair, he wouldn’t hesitate in following her towards the Christmas tree.  

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Suho: Dazed and somewhat surprised that your daughter is already awake at such an early time, Suho would attempt to sleepily converse with his little princess. “You’re already…up princess?” he would mumble in between yawns while his daughter nods excitedly. While rubbing the remaining lethargy from his eyes, Suho would still listen intently to your little princess’s bubbly raving on the plethora of presents she received from Santa. “Well of course you got lots of presents princess! I hear the boys and girls who make it to the top of Santa’s ‘nice list’ get the most presents. You must have been near the top sweetie. How good is that?” Once you’ve emerged out of your stupor, that’s when Joonmyun would allow your daughter to open her presents. Also, Joonmyun would be such an overly excited father while his little girl unveils her presents, but in a genuine manner.   

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Lay: You would end up having to awaken Yixing as your son eagerly bounces upon your bed, clearly ecstatic on the morning of Christmas. Automatically, once Yixing stirs out of dormancy, he would be at a state of elation upon catching glimpse of your son’s jubilant face. “My sweet prince, Merry Christmas,” he would murmur softly, patting his son’s head fondly. He would want to watch his son open his presents immediately, taking account of the anticipation apparent on his son’s face. Yixing would also be very affectionate towards you, leaning towards you for a loving kiss as he softly strokes the side of your face. “He’s been so good this year,” he would remark sentimentally before pecking the side of your face. “Merry Christmas baobei.” 

Baekhyun: He went all out for your son the night before and is nearly drained of energy the morning of Christmas. Snuggling close to you, your exuberant son would burst into your room exclaiming that “Santa brought so many presents” to you and Baek. Baek would groan aloud, half awake half asleep, as you try to get him out of his stupor. It would take him a while to become fully rejuvenated and by then, you would have already made your son breakfast right before he opens his present. Baekhyun would finally appear, just as fervent as his son. “Wow buddy! Look at all the presents you got! That’s easily a good hundred,” he would say jokingly, accompanied by a wink. While your little boy unveils his presents, Baek would enjoy in playing along with your son with each new toy he revels. “Those race cars are so cool! Let’s have a race buddy!” 

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Chen: Similar to Baekhyun, Jongdae would have stayed up the previous night piecing together all the extravagant components all for your daughter to have a memorable Christmas. As your daughter bounces on your bed with sheer exultation, you would be prompted to nudge Chen out of his lethargy, to which he would mumble for “five more minutes.” Your little girl would be so anticipant for him to stir so that she can giddily enthuse to him on the grandiose decorations and the abundance of presents that are strewn beneath the Christmas tree. He would stick to his word about being up in five minutes however. He would take a good amount of pictures while your little princess is opening her presents. “Smile pretty, princess~” he would coo to her. Reluctantly, he’ll allow her to put her new tiara on him and hold her new toy wand as well. “You want daddy to become a princess? But baby, that’s your job right?” Turning to you, he would mutter: “no pictures please jagi. I don’t want any of the other members using this as blackmail against me someday.”

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Chanyeol: He would be most excited for your little girl the moment she makes way to your room on the morning of Christmas. Hardly any lethargy would linger upon his features once your daughter begins gushing over it being Christmas. Immediately, Chanyeol would pick your little girl up and carry her–fly her around your room as she squeals with jubilation. “Ready to open all the presents you got princess? You’ll love it!” Chanyeol would declare as he carries your little girl to the living room where all her presents are. He would be the one to wake you up rather than your daughter. I can see him taking an ample amount of photos, some of which we’ll go onto his IG for his fans to view. He would be congruously excited for his daughter with each presents she unveils. “Wow princess! That stuffed bear is so cool!” He would willingly let her dress him up in all the cute toys she receives. 

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D.O: He’d be expecting this and would be prepared for your son. The moment your son comes to your room expressing his elation because of it being Christmas morning, Kyungsoo would take him into his arms affectionately. He would ruffle his hair softly, while your son goes on about all the presents he received. “You’ve been very good to your mother and I this year,” Kyungsoo would praise his son, much to his delight. They would both wait for “mommy to wake up,” before opening presents. He would go out of his way to prepare a special holiday assortment of food for breakfast. You would stir at the savory scents that waft throughout the house. You would be greeted by the sight of your son indulging in breakfast along with Kyungsoo preparing a meal for you. Smiling softly, he would grant you a loving peck before saying ‘merry Christmas’ to you. 

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Tao: Immediately awoken by the sound of your son bouncing around your room excitedly, Tao would take your little boy into his arms, already wanting to ‘style’ him up for the day. “See, you have to have your hair like this–cool, like daddy’s.” He would nudge you once he’s done working on your prince to show you how ‘stylish’ he looks. “See? Just like daddy.” And in true Tao fashion, you can expect lots of picture taking throughout the day. He would take a few snapshots of your styled son, already sending the best ones to the other members and saving the rest for his IG. And even while your son is unraveling his presents, Tao will be playing cameraman, recording and photographing every little detail for you and him to cherish and reminisce over in the future. “Look up at the camera son! Show everyone how cool you look with your new shades!” 

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Kai: Honestly, it would take an air horn to wake this guy up haha. Simply put, I just see Jongin as a heavy sleeper. So once your daughter bursts into your room with palpable jubilation upon her features, you would be the only one to stir into a wake. While you softly stroke your little girl’s hair, she would nudge Jongin slightly, to which you would explain to her that ‘daddy will be up soon.’ Grateful for your daughter’s patience, you would eventually have to wake him up so that he can be present for your little princess’s present opening. He’ll stir eventually, and when he does, the first thing Kai would do is scoop your daughter up into his arms spinning around with her slightly, before setting her down. “Look how many gifts you got sweetie!” he would exclaim, only exciting her more. “Maybe you got that pretty dress you’ve been wanting since Halloween.” He’d be especially cutsey around his little princess throughout the day.

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Sehun: He’ll be up relatively quick once your daughter strides into the room exclaiming that Santa got her so many presents. Smirking softly at this, Sehun would scoop her up onto your bed, softly stroking her filaments. “Of course you got a lot of presents. After all, you are my little princess, so it’s expected,” he would exaggerate, putting extra emphasis on the word “my.” He would have most fun guessing with her what it is she got for Christmas and whether or not she received everything she wanted on her wish list. “Are you sure you got all that for Christmas? Mmmm, don’t you think maybe you got some presents that weren’t on your wish list as a bonus for being so good this year?” Your little girl would squeal in anticipation at the thought of receiving presents she hadn’t even thought of acquiring. Sehun would be sure to take a few pictures of his little princess and send them to the other members with a witty caption. 

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