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Bodyguard! Hongbin

Series: Hakyeon (N) | Jaehwan (Ken) |  Wonsik (Ravi) | Sanghyuk | Taekwoon (Leo)

Originally posted by eosu

  • Your first thought when you see Hongbin is kjabksjbkajbkabjsj
  • Yes
  • It’s just…the dude is so pretty?? And beautiful? And handsome? And overall @$#$#!!!!!
  • So yes, between the two of you, you’re definitely the awkward one, though Hongbin isn’t really helping you out
  • He always smiles so politely at you, offers you his arm when you need to get out of the car, hand resting casually on the holster at his hip and just
  • He looks so dashing like that, I mean, there’s literally nothing else to say
  • He makes you look in the mirror and doubt your own face, really
  • But I digress
  • The point here is that he makes you feel totally warm inside, even though you shouldn’t be feeling that, he’s your bodyguard, you’re supposed to keep it professional???
  • Everything changes on one specific night tho
  • It’s super dark and windy and snowy outside, and you’re all huddled up inside your house, freezing your ass off
  • It doesn’t help when the heating’s wonky, so there’s like a noticeable lack of warmth
  • In fact, you’re shivering like crazy, even when you’re like piled under ten thousand blankets
  • Like pls save me I’m just a smol child
  • And that’s when Hongbin walks in, all dashing and handsome and shit in his suit
  • With every piece of fabric suiting his style
  • And he sort of looks at you for a brief moment, before his eyes grow wide
  • And he’s like ‘you’re super pale!
  • And whoop-de-doo, it looks like not only are you freezing, but you’re white af and your lips are turning blue
  • There’s a pause for a moment
  • You’re sitting there, hyperventilating in the cold at the sight of him
  • And he’s staring back at you, gobsmacked
  • But then he’s shrugging of his blazer and whoa¸ he’s toned
  • And you want to drool over his figure but the problem is you’re too much of an icicle to do that
  • But he climbs into the bed, and you totally did not see that one coming, so you nearly die of heart failure
  • Oh wait, that’s not the right part
  • The heart failure only comes into play when you feel his arms around you, securing the blazer around your shoulders, before they’re actually circling your shivering body
  • And he’s pulling you close into him, so your head rests on his chest
  • And he feels so warm and pleasant
  • Your shaking eventually stops, but you still don’t let go, nor does he force you to
  • And everything’s so perfect at the moment that you feel super sleepy and tired
  • So you drift off to your happy place
  • Only to wake up the next morning, totally cuddled up with your bodyguard
  • And you should be freaking out about it, but you can’t find it in you
  • Because his face looks so peaceful and serene and you realize you haven’t seen him like that in a long time
  • But it’s all for nothing because his eyes flutter open and you’re sort of caught in the intensity of his gaze
  • Like, he looks at you with so much tenderness(?) and love and affection and it makes you want to kiss him
  • Which you do
  • And the two of you freeze, before awkwardly fumbling to get out of bed
  • And you think it’s all passed
  • But he finds you later again, hand grabbing your wrist
  • And, well, you can guess what happens next ;)
  • Things aren’t easy with him, actually
  • He still feels super burdened with protecting you and you need to assure him that it’s okay, you’re okay
  • But, in the end, he’s by your side and you’re by his, and that’s all that matters.

Written By: (The amazing) Admin Midnight~

*Nervous Hufflepuff* Newt x reader

anonymous asked:

Hi could u do a imagine of Newt being like super clumsy, all red cheeks and babbling nonsense and being super nervous bc he’s got a crush on reader. And reader knows it and just enjoys (in a good way) to tease him, like smiling or asking him things ot help her. Btw they are students of Hogwarts. Reader belongs to either Slytherin or Gryffindor, which makes it so impossible bc slytherins and hufflepuffs do not get along too well.

“Now, I am going to pair everyone up with another student. Your task is to perfectly brew the wiggenweld potion.”

Your potions professor smiled, glancing at you al before picking up a clipboard and reading off the names of the students one by one and who they were being forced to work alongside. 

“And last but not least, Miss. Y/L/N and Mr. Scamander.”

Everyone stood up, searching the room for their partner and gathering up their supplies. You held your books to your chest and turned to see Scamander sitting in the corner, his head tilted down.

“Hey.” Smiling sweetly, you watched as the shy Hufflepuff turned his head up and his eyes met yours for less than a second before he turned them back towards the table. “Newt, right?”

Nodding, Newt’s cheeks began to turn a light red as he fumbled to turn his potions book to the correct page to begin your assignment. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Stella Carlin where both of you like each other a lot but are too shy to do anything. So one day there's a huge rain storm and the electricity is out, and it's really dark, and everyone has to sleep in the cafeteria. When nobody notices, Stella pulls you somewhere private and you guys start making out. Thanks in advance!

It had been a shitty day from the moment I had woken up. They had given me some new inmate that had arrived the night before and hadn’t been given a proper tour of the prison, leaving me to that annoying task. The showers had ran cold by the time I had finished, leaving me to bath in the freezing cold. And now, a storm had hit, making the lights flicker and putting everyone in a bad mood.

“I hate this kind of weather,” I grumbled, running my fingers through my knotty hair, attempting to brush the knots out without needing to find my brush.

“Yeh, it’s really fucking shitty,” Piper sighed, brushing her wet hair out, somehow managing to hit me with droplets of water, even though we were at opposite ends of the bench.

“I swear if the power goes out, I’m gonna jump out a window,” I huffed, hoisting myself up on the bench and swinging my legs childishly, watching her continue to prepare herself for bed. As if on queue, the lights in the bathroom started flicking, before finally going out a moment later. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Alright ladies, everyone out of the bathroom!” one of the new part time officers came storming into the bathroom, waving her baton in the doorway, glaring at anyone who passed her. “Go to your cubes and get your things, we’re all bunking in the cafeteria!” All the girls let out a loud groan, clutching their towels tighter around their bodies, not wanting to let anything slip, despite a majority of them being into girls anyway.

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed, picking up my discarded towel and toiletries and following the girls towards our cubes, cringing at the sheer darkness of the prison.

“Well atleast this way you’ll get to spend the night with your favourite person…” Piper winked, her eyes wandering to the opposite side of the room where Stella was stood, laughing at something with another inmate, a flash of jealousy rushing through me. “I don’t care how dark it is, if I see your two heads get close to one another, I’ll give you both shit for the rest of your time here…”

“Ok mum,” I rolled my eyes, picking up my mattress and rolling it as best I could, tucking it under my arm, along with some food, a pillow and a book to keep myself entertained. “Let’s just hurry up and go… I want to get a good spot.”

Stella POV

I threw my mattress onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor, looking around at the sheer amount of girls who had gathered into the small area. There were obviously designated areas for each ‘squad’, and Morello had somehow managed to score one of the back corners, giving us all ultimate privacy.

“Alright, who’s bright idea was it to all sleep in here,” Piper huffed, stepping over another inmate and throwing her things onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do they realise that we could all die of suffocation?”

“I’d rather that than drowning to death,” Y/N piped up, dropping her mattress next to mine and collapsing onto it, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re my designated cuddle buddy for tonight.” I simply nodded, letting her scoot over so our heads were resting against each others, my arm itching to go around her, but refraining for fear of it being too forward and too in public.

“You’re two are so cute together,” Morello sighed, patting both of our legs softly, making me roll my eyes at her forward comment. “Don’t be sassy with me… We all know you like each other..”

“No we don’t!” We both stated at the same time, blushing at our synchronisation.

“We’re just good friends,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands that were resting in her lap, making me frown slightly at her comment.

“Stella doesn’t look too happy about that,” Piper raised a brow at me, kicking my leg softly. “You have a thing for my baby?”

“Your baby?” Y/N chuckled, lifting her head back up to stare at her friend with a confused look. “I was kidding about the whole mum thing, ya know.”

“I take it quite seriously,” Piper shot me a deadly look, shaking her pointer finger at me. “You treat my baby good, ya hear? If she comes crying to me, I’ll kill you myself…”

“Piper, shut up and go to sleep,” Y/N rolled her eyes, manoeuvring herself so she was lying on her mattress with her head in my lap, my hands automatically running themselves through her hair. “That feels nice…”

“Don’t go to sleep,” I mumbled, tugging on her hair softly, raising a brow when she bit her lip slightly. “You have to stay awake to entertain me…”

“Entertain yourself,” she scoffed playfully, moaning softly when I tugged on her hair a bit harder than before, her bright eyes staring up at me through her lashes, almost challenging me to continue.

“Never knew you were the kinky type…” I chuckled, watching her blush at my comment.

“There’s quite a bit that you don’t know about me…” she muttered softly, her eyes wandering over towards the doorway into the cafeteria. I followed her gaze, noticing a majority of the room was either asleep or reading, with most of the guards slouched against the walls, completely knocked out. I pushed Y/N off my lap, scrambling to my feet and pulling her up with me, tugging her along behind me, tiptoeing across the inmates sprawled across the floor, thankful for the darkness that was keeping us hidden.


“Where the hell are we going?” I whispered, just narrowly dodging stepping on one of the inmates, following the frantic girl towards the abandoned and completely dark hallways. “Stella, we’re going to get caught!”

“Shh,” she shushed me, jiggling doorknobs as she walked down the hallway, finally finding an open room and pushing me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.

“What are we-” I was cut off by her lips connecting with my own, her arms wrapped around my waist, my own coming to wrap around her neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly, almost collapsing at the feel of her soft lips against my own, her arms being the only thing keeping me upright. The kisses became more frantic, her hands sliding down my back until they were resting just below my bum, lifting me onto the table, standing in-between my open legs. She pulled away from my lips, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, placing soft kisses all over my face.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she breathed out, raising a brow when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging her even closer to me. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on me,” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me, my hands down resting on her ass.

“I thought you meant something else when you told me to sit on you,” she pouted, making me roll my eyes. “But I guess this is ok…”

“That comes later,” I winked, giving her a cheeky grin, cooing when a soft flush spread across her cheeks, obviously not expecting my forward comment. “But for now, I just wanna make out with you…”

“How romantic…”

That’s Us: Chapter One

Chapter One: You Rarely Seek What You Find

Word count: 4,151

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |Epilogue

Summary: Canon Divergence. Eighth year without the Veil. The battle between the Old Families arrives before the Humdrum has been defeated. Months after the battle has been fought, Simon comes back to Watford and faces Baz after all that has happened. They’ve always been doomed to lose everything, but maybe some things can be won.

Inspired by this Dutch song. If anyone is ever interested in a rough translation of the lyrics, please tell me and I will post it when the whole story is posted on AO3. 

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Trigger warnings: It’s pretty damn angsty with scenes that are similar to the forest fire scene in the book (suicidal thoughts/attempts), but maybe a bit more elaborate and thus more triggering. I’m not triggered very easily, so I don’t really know if this might be too heavy, so please be careful and stop if it gets too much.



I don’t smell him. A few months ago, I would’ve known he was there even before I’d reached the bottom of the stairs up to our room. The prickly scent of fire would have made my stomach twist with nausea and my heart flip with excitement.

This time there’s none of that. No fire. No static in the air caused by the constant threat of Simon’s magic overflowing. There’s just nothing.

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anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5

Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.

You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.


“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

proseandsongs  asked:

"So, it was you." Marinette and Adrien 👀

Marinette freezes, her locker door still in mid swing at his voice, but shock wears off quickly enough. Turning around, she quirks her head to the side with her own question.

“What was me, Adrien?” 

From where he stands, he ducks his head down to fiddle with something in his bag. And she might have not noticed it before, but Adrien has indeed grown taller this year. 

He holds his hand up for a second as he struggles to pull something out of his bag, but the delayed moment ends quickly as it started. For when he finally manages to get the item unstuck, the pretty blue scarf she made for him over a year ago flutters effortlessly before her very eyes. 

Words dry up in her mouth and a marvelous blush blooms across her cheeks, her neck. “Who–who told you–” she sputters. “No–I would, I would never–” 

But Adrien laughs, a smile as natural as his existence and takes a step closer. “Alya told me.” 

To that, Marinette promptly closes her mouth and pouts, her lower lip puffed out as arms cross her chest. “Well then,” she says, though in her mind, she knows exactly who she has to kill. 

Adrien puts a hand on her shoulder and Marinette pauses her pouting, big blue eyes blinking up at him. 

“It made me really happy, you know,” he starts. “To think it was from my father.” 

Marinette only nods, a little grin dancing on her lips. “Well, yeah,” she says with a laugh. “You were so jazzed about it that I just…” 

“…couldn’t ruin that for me,” he finishes softly. 


The hallway is quiet now, not many students lingering in the building. It’s not awkward per say between them, but it is obvious that there is a shift between them. 

“Well,” Marinette starts, closing her locker door behind her. “I’m just–I’m just gonna…go…now?” 

Adrien blinks and like a switch, he begins to move. “Ah, yes,” he says. “Go as in…go home?”

Marinette giggles and rocks on her heels, “Yeah, I have to study.” 

The boy in front of her bites his lip, his two front teeth adorable and cute. He bites down a little harder and runs a hand through his hair. “Maybe we can study together sometime?” 

And though her face is redder more than ever before, she knows she has never smiled more in her life. “We can study today if you’d like.” 

anonymous asked:

I love your head cannons! I'd really like to request one, but if you've already done it please link me to it? How would the RFA and Saeran be with pregnant MC? Coming from a pregnant mother of two, I think this would be so cute to read! Thank you!

This is so cute anon!! It hasn’t really been done (there was one about MC and RFA having kids (go here to see it ‘cause peony did such a good job on it and it is so cute), but not exactly this ^^) so I’m going for it!!

I am also referencing (most of) their initial reactions from Peony, hehe


  • You revealed it to him in such a cute way honestly. On Christmas you got him a new gaming console and put a ribbon around each remote
  • One said “Yoosung’s remote”, one said “MC’s remote”, and the last said “baby’s remote”
  • He didn’t notice for the longest time?? He only noticed when he was taking the ribbon off. “MC, what’s this?”
  • “It’s for the baby Yoosung”
  • “……….”
  • “…..what? Wait wHAT??!!?”
  • Yes, yes he did almost pass out. Yes it was from joy and shock
  • But he became so excited??
  • He’s constantly worrying over you, “did you eat enough?” “MC don’t push yourself” “be careful, don’t trip on the steps!!”
  • He’s also constantly kissing your tummy, he thinks it’s so cute and precious, he’s constantly talking to it about how you’re the best mom and that the baby’s so lucky to be with you two
  • He pampers you as much as he can, given funds being kind of tight. It’s his inspiration to go back to college and work harder, he wants to be able to support you and the little baby
  • The two of you are constantly fantasizing about what you want for the baby, a month after you revealed it Yoosung was ready to go baby shopping “it’s too early Yoosung” “it’s never too early for our baby”
  • He doesn’t want to leave you at all through the whole thing
  • When the baby’s born, his whole face lights up
  • He knew it before, but this makes him so sure that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life and to raise your start of a family together


  • (Assuming you wanted your own kids instead of adoption, and you chose to be the one to carry ^^)
  • You two made the decision one night. It just kind of happened, “I want kids.”
  • “Let’s do it, then”
  • “I want to carry”
  • She grins and kisses you, “we’ll have the cutest little kid then”
  • Jaehee is really calm and comforting from start to finish
  • She seems be more understanding over the pains of pregnancy, and is constantly there comforting you whenever you get morning sickness
  • But she’s also so loving, constantly there for you and cuddling, always making sure you have a warm cup of cocoa or food
  • She’s constantly kissing your forehead and telling you how wonderful it’s going to be, the baby’s gonna have two loving mothers who will be so supportive
  • As soon as you find out the gender (a little girl), Jaehee and you go shopping. She’s the best shopper ever honestly, you two agree on everything and she finds the most adorable clothes to dress your little girl in
  • You find the cutest stuffed animals though
  • You know the baby will love them when she comes
  • And the two of you already love your little baby girl


  • You decided to reveal it to him at a photoshoot of the two of you. You each had a little chalkboard to write each other a message, and while he wrote something he loved about you, you wrote “guess what, we’re expecting <3″
  •  His face just lit up the moment he saw it, and then he rushed over and picked you up, spinning you in a circle
  • The moment was caught on camera, and as soon as you guys got the pictures, he framed it and hung it in your guys’ room
  • He is so happy oh my goodness
  • Every day he wakes you up kissing you and getting you breakfast full of good food
  • He’s constantly talking to the baby too. He loves singing to the baby, especially the cutie pie song okay actually you request that one all the time cause when he does it he’s so cute
  • Zen doesn’t ever want to leave you alone, he feels torn whenever he has to go to work, but he makes up for it by constantly spending his free time with you, constantly comforting and cuddling and loving you
  • He loves touching your tummy too, he constantly takes pictures as you progress through your pregnancy, and he kisses your tummy so much he might kiss it more than he kisses you on the lips
  • He’s so excited for the baby and is so gentle with you the whole time
  • “Zen we don’t know if the baby is a girl or a boy yet”
  • Whoops


  • Could he be any more in love with you?
  • Yes. Apparently.
  • You revealed it to him at dinner, on his napkin you wrote you + me = 3 
  • When he first saw it he kind of stared at it confused at first, but then it dawned on him
  • And he was so excited. He has you, and you are going to have a family with him, and he’ll have an heir
  • “MC, this will be so perfect. We will be so happy together”
  • He isn’t home often from work, but he’s constantly checking up on you, texting and calling all the time and making sure you’re okay, that you’ve eaten
  • He makes sure you don’t have any way to overexert yourself, he wants you to be totally comfortable
  • He’s so sweet whenever he’s actually with you, talks about what you two want for you baby when they’re born, how you want to raise them, the whole bit
  • He wants to be ready when the baby comes
  • He gets the baby’s room renovated and when you guys learn the baby’s gender you get clothes to dress your little boy
  • You secretly sneak a little dog stuffed animal you had as a kid into the cradle
  • Jumin doesn’t notice before it’s to late
  • The dog is the baby’s favorite stuffed animal


  • He was psyched when he found out, like he was bouncing off the walls with excitement
  • You surprised him with it on your anniversary when you gave him a box with two little shirts in it
  • “Daddy’s little twins”
  • TWINS???
  • He is so excited
  • And he keeps kissing you and your tummy
  • But he freezes for a moment where he seems really vulnerable, and worried, and sad
  • “Seven, are you okay?”
  • “I… I don’t want to end up like my parents”
  • You hug him and promise, “We won’t be anything like them– we will be so much better”
  • “Promise?”
  • “I promise”
  • He lightens up the rest of the time. And he doesn’t stop making jokes about it, all the time
  • Whenever people ask what they will be, Seven always says, “babies, hopefully!”
  • Seven they wanna know the gender
  • He also loves telling stories to the babies about the adventures of Agent Seven O Seven, the defender of justice!
  • Whenever one of the babies kick, he’s ecstatic
  • He is so precious but omg you’re positive that twins are a hassle to carry
  • You love them all though


  • Saeran, when you first tell him, goes into shock
  • But then he goes into super-protective-new-dad mode
  • Just like Peony said, if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way he’s ready to fight them then and there
  • And he acts so tough in public but then at home he’s a worried mess
  • He’s more of a mess than you when you’re acting up
  • He’s so worried he won’t be good enough or that he’ll do something wrong
  • You often both end up curled up on the couch with a bunch of pillows and blankets eating ice cream with chocolate syrup (you with shrimp or something weird) and him curled up whispering to your tummy
  • It comforts him to just curl up like that and its comforting to you to just cuddle and relax with him and know that he loves you and the baby
  • Other times he holds you whenever you feel insecure and crappy from being pregnant and rests his head on yours and you feel so safe and so much better
  • The first time the baby kicks his eyes well up with tears
  • He’s actually gonna have a family
  • And be happy
  • Oh goodness
  • This boy is so happy and he loves you and he loves the baby
  • So so much

~Sunflower (:

This is a request for my lovely @chaos-in-pink thanks for requesting and helping me develop the idea to write it! Check her out for Brendon Urie short fics! She takes requests too! Enjoy <3 <3 <3

Music Is My Religion

It was late evening when my parent’s dropped me off at Brendon’s house, I was staying over while they went away for the weekend, they didn’t trust me staying home alone since they found out about my ex, it pissed them off a lot that I had had a boyfriend in school, they wanted me to follow this whole no sex before marriage, marry your first boyfriend crap. I hadn’t had sex but hey I could have fun right? We pulled up and I came bounding in with my bags, hugging Brendon’s parents, I knew what room I would be sleeping in from staying there before, I quickly went and dropped my bags in the room, heading to Brendon’s to see him.

“Hey!” I beamed, popping my head round his door with a smile, he smiled back, sitting up on his bed, he had his glasses on and a baddy hoodie, writing down music on a scruffy notepad. He looked so cute.

“Oh hey, you’re staying this weekend? I thought it was next.” He smiled, running a hand through his messy hair, I giggle, sitting on his bed with him.

“Nope, my parents are away this weekend until Monday, I’m here for 3 nights.” I giggled, we hadn’t seen each other in a week, which was an eternity for us, we were used to seeing each other pretty much every day even though we went to different high schools this year, he finished earlier than me so he’d come over and pick me up and we would listen to music or do school work at one of our houses. I was almost 100% sure he liked me as much as I like him but religion got in the way, he seemed to hesitant around me.

“Oh… ok, I forgot, had a lot on my mine.” He looked away from me, sighing slightly, I was about to ask what was wrong when his parents disturbed us.

“You two, we’re gonna watch a movie.” We both stood, heading out of his room and downstairs, his parent’s tried to get us to be downstairs as much as possible whenever they were in, they seemed to have a problem with us being alone together. Maybe they got the idea that two teenagers, who weren’t supposed to be having sex, in the same room and alone was probably a bad idea. We padded down into the living room, Brendon grabbed a blanket from one of the chairs, inviting me to share it with him, we sat top and tailed on the couch, he nudged my legs gaining a small giggle from me. We toned down a little when we noticed a stern look from his mom, they trusted us, but we couldn’t push it, whenever we even showed the slightest hint of flirting we were sharply reminded they were in the room. His parents had put on the newest James Bond movie, I don’t remember the name, Brendon was transfixed as we watched it, giving me the off playful kick or touching my leg with is foot. Was he flirting, did he like me, was I just mistaking innocent things for more than they were, I began to think maybe having a boyfriend and experimenting a little had changed my thought processes. Things seemed to escalate quickly, a sex scene came on the screen, I wasn’t overly bothered by it but Brendon seemed uncomfortable and fidgety while it was on screen, his cheeks a little red and flushed, eyes flitting around the room, I supressed a giggle as I watched him. The movie finished eventually, it was late by then, his parents insisted we got to bed and get some rest, we would be home alone tomorrow, I wondered wht they thought about that.

My room was freezing that night, I stirred and wriggled in bed, hugging my blanket close to me, I checked my phone, it was 1am, I just couldn’t sleep, there was so much on my mind. I was desperate to find out what was wrong with Brendon. It tossed and turned for another 20 minutes before I eventually decided to get up and go to Brendon’s room, it was only when I got to his bedroom door that I realised I was quite skimpily dressed but I’d already knocked so it was too late now.

“Hmm…” I heard a groan from inside the room, I opened the door, poking my head around, I could see him curled up in bed, the covers wrapped up around his face.

“Brendon… I can’t sleep.” I whispered slightly, slipping through the door and smiling at him through the dim light of the room.

“Mmm, come in.” He mumbled, sitting up, he was shirtless, his hair sticking up and messy, I sat down next to him on his bed, pulling the covers over my bare legs, his eyes ghosted over my body slightly before looking back up to my face.

“I couldn’t sleep, my room was freezing, sorry if I woke you.” I smiled, noticing now he was wearing sweatpants, he gave me a sleepy smile back, tilting his head slightly.

“It’s ok, you can crash in here if you want, I have a thicker blanket.” He smiled so sweetly, gently touching my hand, we sat in silence for a moment, I thought, I wanted to know what had been bothering him, I hated it when he kept secrets, we told each other everything, that was just the way we went.

“Brendon, what’s wrong?” I asked, shuffling a little closer to him on the bed, my leg brushing against his own.

“It… look it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” He looked away from my eyes, trying not to meet them, I touched his arm again.

“Hey, don’t keep things from me, you know you can tell me, we tell each other everything.” He smiled a little, his eyes warming slightly. “Come on, you know you can trust me.” I gave him a gentle hug, nuzzling into his neck a little, he moaned softly, his arms touching my back as I pulled away.

“Well, it’s complicated.” He sighed heavily, both of us huddled close on his bed.

“I’ve got time.”

“Ok, well, promise not to judge me?” He blushed, I nodded. “Well, I’m having doubts, about all this, the religion, being a Mormon, going on a mission for the church, I just don’t know if this is for me, I think my parents might kick me out if I tell them. Fuck, I’m a mess.” He babbled out in one long sentence, that whole sentence relieved me so much, I felt the same way.

“Brendon… I get that completely, I feel the same.” His eyes widened, a small smile forming on his face, he seemed to sit up straighter and gain more confidence. “I have felt like that for months, I don’t want to be a part of this anymore but I don’t know how to tell them… maybe if we do it together, with both our parents?”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea.” He looked away, thinking another smile forming on his face. “Seeing as we’re being honest, can I tell you something else?”

“Of course.” I tilted my head to the side, wondering what was about to come out of his mouth next.

“Well, Y/N… I um… I like you. I have done for ages, I got so jealous when you had a boyfriend, I guess I always wanted it to be me.” I grinned widely, another wave of relief washing over me. I shuffled closer to him, pressing my lips against his, he seemed shocked but kissed me back, his arms resting in his lap. The room was dimly let, that blue hue that came with the moonlight filling the room, his face looked so perfect in this light, hair floppy and slightly messy, dark eyes meeting mine as I pulled away, smiling at each other. His breathing was slightly elevated, one warm hand moving up to tuck my hair away from my face, resting on the back of my head, pulling me back to him, out lips meeting, moving in time with each other. His hand slid onto my waist, holding it lightly as we kissed, my lips pressing harder against his, our tongues touched lightly, my hands sliding more firmly onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, I moaned softly as he we shifted on the bed, he pulled away sharply, looking at me as he blushed.

“We should stop… my parents…” I climbed out of the bed, moving over to lock the door, I couldn’t resist moving my legs either side of his hips, he looked up at me blushing, hands resting on my hips, his breathing fast, eyes widened.

“Relax… its late they won’t catch us.” I purred softly, kissing him again, his hands holding me close as I kissed him, his moans filling the room as I touched his hair.

“But… we can’t… I know where this is going, my parent’s will flip.” He looked up at me through hungry eyes, biting his lip without realising.

“Brendon… everything will be ok, how would they even find out, I mean if we like each other then its ok right? I mean, what difference would a piece of paper make. I want this. I want you to be my first.” I stroked his hair and face gently, he smiled, his eyes meeting me own, hands moving up to my waist, pulling me closer.

“I want this too…” He whispered shyly, I pressed my hips down lightly, feeling him hard in his sweatpants, one hand ghosting over my bare legs.

“Then relax, they won’t find out, I, I love you.” I smiled, he blushed at me, I couldn’t resist pressing my lips against his neck softly, grinding my hips against him, I hadn’t had sex but I could use my experience of other stuff to make him feel good right.

“But…” He started, his hands stroking my thighs, biting his lips. “Ugh fuck I can’t, I can’t argue with you, I’ve wanted you for so long.” I kissed him again, sliding my hands down over his sweatpants, gently stroking, feeling him hard under my hands, his head lulling back as he groaned. “God…” He breathed softly, gripping my thighs lightly, his hands slid onto hem of my shirt, gently pulling it over my head, breathing out slowly as he looked at my chest and stomach. “You’re… you’re so hot.”

“So are you.” I teased, stroking his chest, biting my lip, I was getting so turned on, wanting him more and more.

“Lay down baby.” He whispered, husky and low in my ear, stroking my back, I giggled, slipping off of his lap and flopping down on the bed, he shifted on the bed, leaning over me, he held his weight off of me, leaning down to kiss me, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly. He slowly slid my shorts down my legs, leaving me completely exposed on his bed, hands touching my body shyly, his breathing fast.

“Brendon…” I whimpered, his breath catching in his throat as I moaned his name, holding his shoulders, he climbed in between my legs, looking down at me in the dim light, he looked so nervous, I touched his cheek gently. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just, I’ve never done this, I… I don’t want to suck at it.” He stuttered slightly, blushing again, his bare skin slightly sweaty already.

“I haven’t either, it will be ok, we can just take it slow.” I pulled him into another kiss, his body pressing against mine, feeling warmth in between my legs, pressing them together, I needed more, this was turning me on so much. His tongue touched mine, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, he touched my thighs and chest, slowly moving his hands, as if he were memorising every part of me, he watched his own hand, moaning slightly. I couldn’t stand this anymore. “I’m ready.” I whispered, taking a deep breath, he looked at me nervously, nodding his head.

“Ok…” He panted slightly, looking nervous, his pushed his sweatpants down, gasping as his erection sprang free, I felt him hard against my thigh, his breathing rapid, his hand slid between us, gently rubbing the tip against me. “Fuck.” He whimpered softly, his forehead leaning against my own. “You sure you’re ready?” I nodded, feeling his hips shift against me, I gasped out, gripping his shoulders, my eyes widening as he pushed inside, my back arching as he pushed all the way in. “Oh jesus. That feels so good. Are you ok?”

“Yeah… it just stings, I’ll be ok.” I smiled, stroking his hair and forehead, gently touching his back slowly, he waited, perfectly still, breathing fast in my ear. After a little I felt ok enough for him to move, nodding for him to move, his hips shifted back slightly I gasped, his lips meeting mine his lips tender against mine, it felt pretty good, he pushed back in, stopping.

“Um… there’s, something in the way… I umm.” He stuttered, he was so cute and nervous, I gripping his shoulders knowing what it was.

“Just push through it ok?” I encouraged him, bracing myself, I knew what was coming, he nodded and drew his hips back, pushing back in, he pressed harder, I yelped as I felt the resistance give, that tearing sensation spreading through me, he froze, looking down at me concerned.

“Are you ok?” I nodded, shifting my hips slightly, moving my legs so they rested on his hips.

“Yeah… you can carry on.” He nodded, his hips shifting, moving back, then forward again, he began to build up a slow rhythm, his head lulling forward, moaning loudly into my ear, he quickly got used to it, his movements steady and slow, hand stroking my body, kissing my neck. He was making me feel so good already, I heard myself whimpering against him, my fingers gripping at his back, he began to speed up slightly, throwing his head back. “Y/N… this feels so good.” He groaned, his forehead leant against mine, both of us giggling breathlessly, he stopped for a moment, smiling at me, our breathing rapid, stroking my hair gently. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing me gently, his hips beginning to shift again.

“I love you too.” I gasped out, his hands held my hips, his moans growing louder, eyes wide, his dark hair flopping everywhere, starting to cling to his forehead as he was sweating. He gripped me tightly, one arm sliding under my waist, pulling my body closer, shifting my hips so he hit a sweet spot, I whimpered loudly, my head lulling back into the pillow back arching up. I felt my body beginning to tighten, like my muscles were all focussing on the same spot in the pit of my stomach, his hips moving faster and faster, breathing rapid, like he was losing control, his groans turning to growls, one hand sliding onto my thigh, his finger tips digging into my flesh slightly, I felt so good I couldn’t handle it. I never expected my first time to feel like this, I never expected sex to feel like this at all, why the hell did I wait so long for something that would feel this good.

“Baby… I can’t hold back.” He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, throwing his head back in pleasure before his lips crashed down against mine, our tongues touching as he moved, his movements desperate and hungry, the way he looked at me was like he couldn’t get enough of me, like all he wanted was me and this moment and how it felt.

“Brendon… It feels so good.” I whimpered in pleasure, feeling my stomach tightening again, I had no idea what it was but it felt so good I didn’t care, he gripped me, almost yelling out in pleasure as he hit that sweet spot again.

“I’m close… god you feel so good.” He grunted, his hips speeding up again, hitting into that spot over and over again, my body tensing up tighter and tighter, I felt like I was about to break, my eyes wide, mouth open as I panted desperately, writhing in pleasure under him. A few more movements and I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt like my world was crashing down, waves of pleasure hitting me over and over again as he moved, throbbing and twitching inside me, groaning in pleasure.

“Brendon!” I yelled out in pleasure, gripping his back, my nails digging in slightly.

“Fuck Y/N!” He groaned out too, I felt him twitch, warmth pooling in my stomach as he came inside me, his breathing rapid and desperate, his muscles tense, he kept moving for a little longer, breathing heavily against me, I shook under him, clinging to his body, he shuddered as he stopped moving. His lips met mine, kissing me softly, stroking my hair, both of us breathless and gasping, clinging to each other on his bed.

“Brendon… that was amazing.” I gasped, he rolled off me propping himself up so he could meet my eyes.

“I know… I can’t believe we just did that.” We both giggled again, he pulled me into his chest, cuddling up to me on the bed. “It felt so good. Did I hurt you?” He looked down at me through concerned eyes, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“It hurt but it wasn’t your fault. It felt so good after though.” He smiled with pride, holding me close, feeling his naked body against mine our damp skin touching.

“I can’t believe I waited so long for that… I’m definitely not waiting for it again. I teased, stroking his chest, he chuckled. “I love you.” I whispered, stroking his chest and hair, he pulled the covers over us gently.

“I love you too.” He mumbled, the covers over my shoulders now, we cuddled up, not speaking for a while, it wasn’t an awkward silence, just contended.

“We should sleep.” I nuzzled against his neck, kissing it softly, our breathing slowed and relaxed now.

“Yeah… goodnight Y/N.” Telling our parents everything was going to be fun, one us being together and two us both wanting out, at least we had each other to get through it I guess, I felt so content, I knew I’d be ok with him with me.

I hope you enjoyed it guys! <3 <3 <3

Jaehyun One Shot

Genre; Angst, Fluff

Words; 0.9k

Y/B/N = Your boyfriend’s name

A/N; I saw this on instagram and thought it would make a nice prompt for a one shot so~ ++ I’m actually happy with how this came out…idk. Maybe if people like it I’ll do requests for other members (??)

“I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” – Ivan B


It’s been a month since you broke up with Jaehyun. Honestly? You didn’t want to. It was a clash of cultures scenario. You didn’t fit into his world, and he didn’t fit into yours. But you didn’t tell him the reason you broke up with him was because your parents didn’t approve. Which is why he hates you so much.

Now, though, you were dating someone else; someone your parents did approve of. He was a nice guy and it was clear he cared about you. But your heart never really moved on from Jaehyun. Sometimes you would see him while you and your boyfriend were out. He pretended not to notice you both but you knew he did. Usually he would be out with the other members and, when they greeted you, Jaehyun never did.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Y/B/N asked, taking your hand in his.

You smiled, “yeah.”

You were at a coffee shop, the same one you and Jaehyun considered yours. You tried to steer Y/B/N away from coming here but he thought it was a perfect place to go on a date. And it was…for you and Jaehyun. For the entire time that you were there, something other than Y/B/N caught your attention. Jaehyun.

He was sitting peacefully in the corner of the room with Taeyong and Ten, almost directly behind Y/B/N. You noticed them as soon as they walked in. He noticed you too. For a split moment you made eye contact, and instantly you wished you hadn’t. It made your heart flutter the same way it always had before you broke up. He was wearing his favourite hoodie. God, that hoodie brought back so many memories. But one in particular…

It was freezing and you forgot to put on anything thicker than a knitted jumper. You didn’t even want to take a sip of your drink because the warmth from the cup going onto your hands was too comforting. So far, you had been waiting for Jaehyun to show up for around 20 minutes. 

Just when you were about to text him saying you were leaving and you would meet him later, he came bursting through the door, out of breath.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as he approached you and sat down heavily, sinking into the cushioned chair. “Practice ran late, I didn’t even get a chance to shower or change.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you laughed.

“Oh?” He smirked, “Y/N~ Can I have a hug?” He started getting off his seat and, coming towards you, he opened his arms wide.

“Don’t you dare!” You chuckled, pushing him and his body odour away from you.

He sat back in his seat, frowning playfully. A cloud of fog came from your breath as you laughed, and Jaehyun noticed.

“Are you cold?” He asked, worried.

“Aren’t you? This winter is colder than last years!” You said, rubbing your hands so the friction could warm them up.

“Here,” he began, digging through his gym bag. “Wear this.”

He pulled out his favourite hoodie, that every other time he said you could never borrow because he loved it too much.

“Really?” You wondered, eyebrows raised and your grin spreading from ear to ear. “Why are you letting me borrow your favourite hoodie?”

“Because I realised something,” he smiled cheekily.

“What’s that?” You chuckled.

“That I love you.”

That was your favourite memory of yours and Jaehyun’s. So to think that you would never have that again…it broke you.

Feeling like you were about to cry, you stepped up from your seat, apologising to Y/B/N as you ran out the front door.

As soon as you got outside, the cold hit you. It was even colder than the month before, not that you thought that was possible. But the cold was the least of your troubles. You were still for a moment, just standing in the doorway of the coffee shop. Then you moved to around the corner where you sat on the ground with your knees to your chest.

While sobbing, you smacked your head repeatedly in frustration. There’s a saying: you don’t know what you have until you lose it. But you always knew what you had with Jaehyun, and you never wanted to lose it.

All of a sudden something warm was being draped around your shoulders. Assuming it was Y/B/N, you whispered, because that was all you could muster, “Please, Y/B/N, I just need to be alone.”

“How can you compare me to him?”

The familiar voice made you freeze and, without even looking up, your hands went straight to covering your face because now you were crying even harder.

He sat down beside you, pulling you into him and wrapping his favourite hoodie tighter around you. You didn’t object. You had spent a month thinking you would never be able to be like this with Jaehyun ever again.

“Why are you crying?” He mumbled, stroking your head. “Did he do something?”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. 

“What for?” He asked, pulling away so he could look at you.

You wiped your eyes and dried your damp cheeks before responding, “You have to know that I never wanted to break up with you.”

“Then why did you?”

“I didn’t want to tell you before because I didn’t want you to think you did anything wrong…but my parents didn’t want me dating someone that never had any time for me and brought me home late because practice was always running late.”

“I’m sorry for not always being there, but you know I don’t get a say in my schedule~”

“And I get that! I really do! And I never had a problem with that because any time I spent with you was worth being yelled at by my parents. Because I realised something…”

“What’s that?” He pondered quietly, knowing where this was going.

“That I love you.”

Dance Practice

Originally posted by jecn



SUMMARY: Dance practice leads to smut when you’re dancing like that.

You were a dancer for BigHit, which meant you had many chances to work with your boyfriend, Jungkook. Jungkook and you were in a relationship that was hidden from the public, the two of you were just lucky that you worked together, so it didn’t look suspicious. And even though you were just a dancer that not many people knew about, you gained many fans, because of your performances, featuring in the latest BTS MV also helped you quite a bit. People never suspected your relationship.

It was a late night and you were polishing your dance moves for the next performance, when Jungkook walked in, not expecting you there, but you continued anyway. As soon as the music stopped, you walked over to him. “Hello there.”, you smiled at the ever so good looking guy. “Hey you.”, he smirked. “You’re not wearing much, are you? Just a sports bra and some dance shorts, are you trying to play games with me?” “Oh, shut up, this was so I could practice easier, not for you.”, you laughed.

“I love it when you laugh.”, he smiled. “I love it when you laugh too.”, you replied, before walking back to the centre of the room. You turned the music back on with your remote and continued with your dance, with Jungkook watching you. He was your audience, and because it was only him, you could put on a different kind of show, a more sexual show, a show focused only on him. During the dance you emphasised the moves, making them more sexy or powerful. However before the song ended Jungkook pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard and passionately. You lightly kissed him back but went back to your dancing once you managed to push him off.

He lazily did the dance moves with you, he was just focused on you, but because he was so focused you teased him and then acted innocent. You brushed your hand against his member but acted as if it were all an accident. You continued playing games with him, however he soon caught on. “You think I’m stupid?”, he said in a low raspy voice. “Of course not.”, you innocently smiled. “You’re playing your little games and it’s driving me insane.”, he continued. “Then don’t play.”, you teased. “You think I won’t get my revenge? As if, you have no idea what you just started.”

He turned off the music and pushed you against the wall, once again kissing you passionately, he trailed the kisses down your neck, onto your collarbone but stopped. “That’s your game? Boring.”, you teased, the truth was you were really holding back all the moans that were trying to escape your lips. “So you wanna play rough? I can do rough.”, he smirked before he stripped himself and then stripping you. “You’re so fucking hot baby.”, he said, before he laid you on the freezing cold floor, but because you were on the moment you didn’t even notice.

He entered a finger into you, earning a moan here and there, he added another finger and also picking up the pace, soon adding a third finger but pulling out as soon as you were close to your high. “Jungkook~”, you whined because of the loss of contact. “That’s what you get for playing games, ____”, he chuckled. “But I’m not going to play anymore.”, he said.  He grabbed his jeans and pulled out a small packet. He ripped it open and put the condom on his length.

Slowly he entered you, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”, he moaned. “Oh my god, your dick feels so good.”, you moaned afterwards. Soon he was thrusting in and out of you but he didn’t like the position so he pulled out and made you lean over the table in the corner of the room. You did as he said and he re-entered you, this time with a bigger thrust. Enjoying the position much more he thrusted harder and deeper into you, earning several beautiful moans from both yourself and him. With just a couple more thrusts you reached your high and came around his throbbing dick. He continued thrusting you out of your high but ended up reaching his own, you could hear the pleasure in his moans and grunts. After he calmed down he pulled out of you and discarded the condom, he dressed himself and helped you get dressed properly.

“Maybe I should come to practice with you more often.”, he smirked. “Maybe you should.”, you replied. “____.”, he started. “What?”, you asked. “I’m hungry, let’s go eat.”, he said in a cute voice. You burst into laughter, confusing him a lot. “What?”, he asked. “It’s just, how did you go from sexy to cute so quickly?”, you laughed, making him blush immensely. “Just come on, I’m hungry.”, he replied, hiding the embarrassment on his face as he carried you out.


anonymous asked:

May I ask for headcannons how Josuke would react to having a crush from America somewhere foreign and launguage isnt a barrier but they are used physical touch, customary to hug for every greeting or hold hands etc. Everynow and again?

I got your second ask too Anon, and don’t worry your request is totally fine ^_^

- He’s completely thrown off by it, especially the first time. He suggests going out for ice cream after school and in their excitement his crush grabs his hand, practically dragging him behind them, failing to notice the vivid blush that has spread across his face
- There’s also the fact that they have a tendency to pull people into hugs whenever they’re especially excited and every time they hug Josuke his brain short circuits and they’ve already pulled back before he can return the hug, to his disappointment
- Sometimes when his crush is in an especially good mood they greet him with a kiss on the cheek and he is internally screaming and freaking out and either Okuyasu or Koichi have to pull him out of his daze before he makes them all late to school. Again. He spends the whole school day touching his cheek absentmindedly and daydreaming about about one day returning the favor
- Whenever they come over to play videogames Josuke ends up losing, distracted by how closely they sit next to him. Every time their leg or arm brushes up against his he notices and freezes for a moment, costing him the game
- Everybody gets together at Josuke’s house sometimes to watch a movie and they make a point of leaving the spot next to Josuke open so his crush can sit there. Sometimes they fall asleep during the movie and their head ends up on Josuke’s shoulder. He stays absolutely still, scared of waking them up and loses all intrest in the movie, far more intrested in the warmth of their body against his
- When they think Josuke’s being cute they like to squish his face and pinch his cheeks, mistaking his blush for one of embarrassment when it’s really because of how flustered he is

I know we, as a fandom, write a lot about modern!AU Grantaire thinking that political demonstrations and letters and other varying revolutionary antics are useless and don’t really change anything in the long run. But I don’t think we talk about the kinds of actions he probably wouldn’t think are useless.

Like okay, imagine that Les Amis organise some kind of huge protest, and it comes to the day and Grantaire doesn’t show and okay some of them are a bit disappointed in him but they’re not exactly 100% surprised, but Enjolras just can’t help himself but ask why he didn’t bother to show and he just replies gently but firmly that he had something more important to do.

So this maybe happens a few more times, sometimes he will show up but more often he doesn’t and every time he doesn’t he just says he has something important to do and one day Enjolras is ranting at Joly about how can he say he has something MORE important to do? We’re trying to make the world a fairer more equal place and he doesn’t even care! And Joly - who knows exactly where R is and along with Bossuet is super fucking done with the lack of communication between these two idiots - just sighs and scribbles a date (in a couple days), time, address on a piece of paper and gives it to Enjolras and when he asks what it’s about Joly says ‘Just be there, ask for Floreal, I’ll tell her you’re coming’. 

So Enj looks the place up and it turns out it’s a children’s hospice and he’s not really sure what’s going on but he turns up early and asks for Floreal who looks at him with a strange mix of curiousity and wariness and she’s a little short with him but she takes him through to a brightly coloured room filled with toys and paints and musical instruments and kids of course, and she sits him down on the tiniest red seat known to human kind right at the back of the room and then goes to the front and gets the kids attention and says their favourite visitor has come by and some cheer and clap, and even those who don’t seem to have the energy or the ability to do so their faces light up as R walks in with a guitar slung across his back and Enjolras can’t believe what is happening.

They’re about three songs in and halfway through some nursery rhyme that Enjolras just barely remembers before R even notices him and he freezes for a few moments but the kids fill in the gaps and he gets himself together again and finishes the set of songs without so much as looking at Enjolras again until he’s finished. Meanwhile Enj is feeling like pretty much the worst person in the world which - okay is probably a little of what Joly intended and maybe a little deserved? 

But then R is walking over and asking him why he’s there and he tells him honestly and apologises over and over again and R doesn’t quite know what to do with that so he just tries to wave it off and asks Enj if he wants to meet some of the kids. And he introduces him to a little girl with a paintbrush in hand and a bright red scarf on her head and tells her that red is Enjolras’ favourite colour too so they have that in common and that he can’t really draw very well so he was wondering if she could teach him and Enj plays along and just falls 100% in love with these kids and okay maybe a little bit with R too because he’s just so easy with them and looks so happy and relaxed and like he really really cares.

And maybe they’re walking out and he can’t help but cry a little because he knows those kids, those incredible kids, aren’t going to get better and R comforts him a little and Enj asks him how he can do it? So R tells him that his own little sister died in a place like this and the one thing he remembers clear as day was how happy she was and how brave, how they made her last few months so full of fun and laughter and love and how he wants to help give that to these kids, and Enjolras finally gets what he meant when he says he has something more important to do and whilst he’s still just as dedicated to political protest and the bigger picture he realises that there is just as much value in small instances of kindness and love and he gets R to help organise things for Les Amis to help with. Which of course means that they start spending a lot of time together :)

Lego House, Part Three

Characters – AU: Babysitter!Sam x reader

Summary – Sam and the reader get to know each other a little better.

Word Count – 3,640

Warnings – Fluff

A/N – There will be at least two more parts to this series, because I just can’t help myself!  LOL!  Enjoy! And as always, feedback is loved and appreciated!

Catch up: Part One, Part Two

Originally posted by ackles

Your name: submit What is this?

“Sam!” you heard from the other room.  “I’m ready! Come tuck me in!”

You giggled.  “You’d better go, or she’ll come back out here and march you back to her room.”

He gave you a wink and then walked down the hall to your little girls’ room and disappeared inside.  Almost immediately, you heard her giggling, and you smiled to yourself, wondering how you got so lucky as to have Sam in your lives.

While Sam tucked Maile in for her nap, you wandered into the kitchen to figure out what to make for dinner. You decided to start with dessert. You figured Maile would be upset if you served your cookies as dessert, so you pulled out the ingredients needed to make piecrust.  You were kneading the dough together and shaping it into a disk when Sam came returned. When he saw what you were making, he grinned.

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anonymous asked:

How would they react if you told them you were pregnant?

I am going write this as if the two of you are married (because that is the only way I really see them conceiving a child). 

Jin - He would come home to find you in the kitchen, sitting at the table with your head in your hands. Coming in, he would place his hands on your shoulders, asking if you are okay. You would look up at him with a half smile, saying you are okay, but would he kindly take something out of the oven? Agreeing immediately, he would grab an oven-mit, and open the oven, only to see a plain hamburger bun in there. “Honey, why is there a bun just sitting in the oven?” he would ask. “A what?” you would smirk. “A bun in the oven! Why is there..a…bun_” his face would slowly fall off as he realizes what he just said. You would be grinning like a fool, and he would be looking back and forth between you and the oven. “Are you p-pregnant?” he would gasp. You would nod, and immediately he would be shouting with excitement. He would pull you out of your chair, hug the stuffing out of you, before dancing with you around the kitchen. Once the initial excitement dies a little, he would cry on you. He would be so thrilled that not only did he succeed in meeting the most amazing woman in the whole world and make her his, but he would now be having a child. One of his dreams. But be prepared, mommy Jin is about to mega on your butt; he will be on you about your health and the care of the baby until the little thing comes into the world, Try to have patience. 

Suga - You would pull a clever one on him. He would be working so hard, but there would be one night where you both are sitting peacefully in the studio, and he is just writing a song at random, when you will pipe up and tell him that you wrote a song and want his opinion. Of course he is going to stop and listen, his curiosity piqued. You would give him a USB, and he would plug it in. There would be only one MP3 file in the folder, and he would immediately open it to listen. You would sit nervously and watch his face as the a compilation of your favorite songs plays through, and then the beat would slowly even out to one steady rhythm. The rhythm would beat for a few second before your own voice cuts in, singing rock-a-by-baby. He would lean back in his chair and listen carefully to the end of the song, and then sit quietly. You freeze for a moment, a little afraid of his reaction, but are completely stunned when he turns to you with misty eyes. He would pull you into his lap, where he will wrap his arms around you, hide his face in your shirt, and sniffle happily until he can compose himself. He would be overrun with emotions; elation, surprise, and love. You are giving him one of the greatest gifts he could ever hope for, and he can’t wait until the day when the child comes into the world. You two would spend the night in the studio listening to your (poorly) composed song until you both fall asleep. I can see Suga becoming a much softer person after this. Kids can do that to people. 

J-Hope - It would take a moment to get the hyper puppy to calm down, so you would bait him with a git. Thee would be small box on the table with his name on it. He would sit down and you would be across from him, watching him as he lifts the lid off the small box. Inside, nestled in some tissue paper, would be a pacifier. He would pull it out and look at it strangely before noticing the tag hanging from it. Taking the tag in hand, he would read it out loud. “Congratulations, Daddy,” he would read. Suddenly his face would freeze and he would look at you. when you nod happily at him, he would suddenly start to laugh, which would turn into tears of joy. He would be bawling happily while coming around the table to ull you into his arms. He would cry into your neck, where you would be holding him and telling him that everything is alright. He would soon try to regain his composure, and ask how far along you were. You would tell him all of the details you had at the moment, and then he would be planning very step from there. Having a child is one of the greatest gifts you could ever give him. He would sometimes break down again throughout the day, but just be patient with him. He is a little sensitive after all, but you know you would have him no other way. 

Rap Monster - He loves reading poetry in his spare time, so you would write up a little poem about him being a daddy, and plant it in the book he is currently reading. It would be his day off, and he would be reading his book peacefully in another room, when suddenly you hear a commotion. You know it’s time. He would come blasting through the house, trying to find you. When he sees you sitting on the bed with a smile on your face, you would have to contain yourself from laughing because his eyes would nearly be bulging out of his head. He is a very smart man, and would understand the poem right away. “Really!? Really, really, really??!!” he would be shouting and jumping around, holding the poem in his hand. You would laugh and nod, before getting pounced on. He would be suffocating you with kisses as he says he loves you, and those dimples of his would just make you melt. His excitement would be such a thrill to you, that you would both end up dancing around like crazy fools. And why not? Having a baby with your loved in is an amazing celebration in life. Once things calm down, you two would lay in bed, eating junk food, and talking about the future. You would talk about gender, names, what their room is going to look like etc. You would both be falling asleep that night as the happiest people in the world. But prepare yourself for a crazy amount of phone calls the next day, because once the members and his family get wind of this, things aren’t going to be quiet for quite some time. But hey, practice makes perfect right?

Jimin - You would have to be a little more straight forward with him, because sometimes he can be a little thick. You would come up to him one day when you both are home alone, and you would give him a card. He would ask you what it is for, and you would tell him that he has to open it to find out. He would slide out a blue card that had the words ‘What does a daddy look like?’ printed across the front. You would watch his brow furrow as he reads, not really sure where this is going. Then, when he opens the card, he would be met with a mirror. He would still be puzzling over the card when suddenly it hits him. “I’m gonna be a daddy?” he would gasp as he turns to you. You would nod happily. Then suddenly the fireworks would explode in this child. He would be up out of his seat, running around screaming I;m gonna be a daddy! I’m a daddy!” at the top of his lungs. You would only be able to laugh as he does this for some time, before settling down a little and coming to hug and kiss you with every fiber of his being. He would be so giddy that he wouldn’t be able to calm himself down for weeks. Yes, weeks! He is so excited to be a daddy, and there is no person that he would rather be having this baby with than you. 

V - He would come home to find you in the kitchen, eating ice cream. Immediately, his eyes light up, and he says he wants some too. You would tell him sorry, that all the ice cream is for you. He would give you a pouty face and ask you why. Instead of saying anything, you would merely hold up your ice cream bowl, which says ‘Eating for Two’. He would stare at the bowl with a furrowed brow, before realization would finally dawn on him. When you confirm that you are indeed pregnant, you would have to set your food aside (this time) so he can engulf you in a hug. He would be laughing, and pressing his face close to yours. He would be so overwhelmed with emotions, he wouldn’t be quite sure what to do about them. But there is one thing for sure; he is extremely affectionate with the people he loves. He would have his arms permanently wrapped around you, placing kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, and his hands constantly caressing your still flat belly. It would be such an emotional, and touching moment for the both of you, holding each other, loving each other, and talking about your futures together with this child. He would talk about taking them to the zoo, showing them off to the fans, having them hang out with the members, and just growing up in the loving home that you two will create. It will truly be a moment to remember. 

Jungkook - He would come home, adn you would announce that he got a package in the mail. When he finally retrieves it, he would notice that it’s from… you? Smirking, he would just open the package to find a box of his favorite candy. He would be so thrilled, ripping into it right away, but freezes when he sees a note inside. ‘If I’m getting fat, then so are you’. He would read the note a couple of times, confused, before coming to you. He would ask t=what the note was about, but he wouldn’t need a single word as you your belly lovingly. He would quickly abandon the chocolate to be in your arms, smiling and kissing you. He would be so ecstatic, and would continue to laugh at your little joke. He would happily say that he can’t wait to get fat with you (lol). As things slow down, he would rub your belly more (even though there isn’t much there) and maybe talk to the baby a little. He would rest his cheek against your belly, head in your lap, maybe sing a little song or something. Just don’t be surprised when you feel a little wetness on your shirt. Even if he has a hard time expressing his feelings, with you he knows he can let everything go, and in this moment he needs to . There is no moment when he is more proud or excited, and you will both revel in it for a long time. 

~Admin C

Back In Time Pt.2

Catch Up: Part 1

Group(s) & Members(s): Got7′s Mark 

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

A/N: Happy Holidays, heres some angst!

You felt that sandpaper in your throat first, and then the ache in your bones. Everything was cold and everything hurt and you knew that this wasn’t good. 

Of course you would get sick. That’s what you get for breaking down and having a cry session on the cold hard ground  as the icy wind nipped at you. 

All because of him. But what did he do wrong, really? move on? He did what you should have done, what you should be doing. Frankly, you thought you were doing a good job of it until you saw him with his hand in hers. You were much weaker than you realized and no with your body feeling like this, you were weak in heart, mind and body. 

Groaning, you lift yourself up slightly but even that was too much, every small movement raking against the sensitive nerves on your skin. 

You resolved to just laying back and sleeping more when your doorbell rang out once, and then again not seconds after. 

A sigh escapes you as you slowly maneuver out of bed, grabbing one of the fleece blankets you had piled on top of your comforter and wrapping it around yourself as another chill skirted through you. 

It rang again and you wanted to yell out in frustration but the soreness of your throat made you wince in pain. 

The cold of the locks on your door sent an unpleasant sting through your fingers and you opened the door slowly. 

“What took you so long, Y/N I’ve been waiting forever and it’s freezing out -” 

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Everyday mid guardian objects


 Warnings: some swearing 

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

    Having Loki living with the Avengers was no easy feat, especially when he first arrived. The man was such a smartass it was almost painful having to be within the same vicinity as him. Plus, there was always that underlying fear that Loki could just escape using his tricks. But as the days went on that didnt seem to be the case, he was here and he was here to stay. All the other avengers despised him and refused to even lift a finger to help him, which left Thor and you to help the recently imprisoned Loki. However, given that Thor didnt have much experience with Midguard he didn’t know exactly how to help Loki when it came to certain things. The man was still trying to figure out how to cross the streets without getting hit. So really, that left you to help Loki get familiar with his surroundings. 

   The first few weeks was beyond infuriating, Loki was always doing some shit to piss you off or asking some dumbass question he already knew the answer to. He was mental pushing your limits and you had had enough.

    “Oh my god!” You yelled as Loki asked some idiotic question. “Why don’t you go bother someone else for one fucking second?” You spit, glaring daggers at the god. Loki seemed quite taken aback by your outburst. You could almost see his annoying demeanor melt away as he nearly flinched at your harsh tone. You were expecting some snarky remark such as “why would I when I have such a nice play thing right in front of me” or the usual “you midguardians aren’t the brightest of species are you?” but nothing came. Instead the god stood there for a moment, too shocked to move and then he turned and walked down the hall, not a word uttered.

    You felt a little bad when Loki left the room with his usual snarky attitude gone. You realized you must have been too hard on him, you were the only person who’d even pay him any mind and then you went and flipped your lid on him. You bit your lip as you stared at the spot the god once was, guilt rising within you. Realizing you’d need to go apologize you rose from your seat, your head hung in shame. 

   For the remainder of the day you searched for Loki all around the tower, but found no sign of him. Even more guilt began to build within you and you felt terrible. You really shouldn’t have snapped on him, he was just asking a question really. You sigh as you realize you wouldn’t be findin Loki anytime soon and instead trodded to your room. With guilt consuming you you opened your door and went to bed.

   For days after that you hadn’t the slightest clue as to where Loki was. However Thor was always talking about Loki seemed a little sadder than most of the time and you could feel your heart ache. You’d messed up. You asked Thor where you could find Loki and the god merely gave a shrug of his shoulders. 

   "He’ll be found when he wants to be found dear (Y/N),“ Thor offered simply before going off to do who knows what. You felt little hope as to when you’d find Loki, but you weren’t going to give up.   

   When you’d found Loki you sure as hell didnt think it’d be like this. You groggily walk into your kitchen, wiping at your tired eyes. You hadn’t been sleeping well and your thinking was maybe a snack would help. So now, at 2:30 in the morning you were trudging into the chill of your levels kitchen. And there, standing just as tiredly was the god of mischief. Immediately his tired eyes snap up to yours, his gaze missing it’s usual shine. 

    "Hi,” you whisper, taking baby steps towards him. Loki scrutinizes you, looking you up and down before turning back to whatever he was doing before.

    “Hello.” He pauses for a moment, “(Y/N).” You sigh softly, the guilt you’d felt suddenly resurfacing.

    “I haven’t seen you around lately.” You say as you lean against the granite counter. Loki hums, his gaze avoiding yours.

    “I did not wish to burden you,” Loki whispers, a hint of venom behind his voice. You noticeably cringe as you recall the exact words you told him.

    “Loki, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I was just frustrated and-”

    “No need to apologize (Y/N). I understand.” You could sense the underlying tone of hopelessness in his voice. It was then you realized that everyone he had ever loved had pushed him away or made him feel like he didn’t belong. And you had done just that too. Your guilt became worse as you came to this realization and your heart physically clenched.

    “Loki, I really am-" 

    "I said,” Loki repeated low and dangerously. “It’s okay.” You nod softly, chewing your bottom lip in thought.

    “So why are you up so early?” You ask through a yawn, putting a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound.

    “I was hungry.” He states simply, his gaze remaining transfixed upon something before him. You smile softly, staring at Loki with a warm gaze. 

    “So, whatcha makin then?” You ask as you take yet another step closer to Loki. You were getting so close you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

    “Well- it’s.” Loki pauses, contemplating his words. “Poptarts?” Loki’s voice rises at the end, signaling his question. 

    “Ahh, I see.” You murmur, nodding your head. “So why is it taking you so long to cook them?” You ask with a questioning stare.

    “Whatever this-” Loki steps away and points to the metallic toaster tony had bought you. “Is too complicated. Too many buttons and switches and-” you smile softly, a small giggle rising to your lips. 

    “Would you like some help?” You ask quietly. Loki stops for a moment, an almost smile forming on his lips before he’s nodding. You slide up right next to him, the warmth of his body already warming your freezing body. 

   You begin to explain how to use it and what things you can and can’t put in it when you notice the confused gaze Loki dawns upon his face. “Is this too confusing?” You ask as you stop your last sentence midway. Loki shakes his head although his confused expression still remains.

    “It’s just you and your complicated midgaurdian objects,” he murmurs, his still locked upon the toaster.